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heesdreamer · 2 years

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let you break my heart again

PAIRING ➩ jake x reader

SUMMARY ➩ attending the same college as your childhood friend ( and longtime crush ) jake sim, you weren’t prepared for the complete change in his personality.

GENRE ➩ playboy au! jake. based off the lyrics of the ‘let you break my heart again’ by laufey. romance ( slight angst )

WARNINGS ➩ suggestive content at times

WC ➩ 9.08k

feeling kind of sick tonight all ive had is coffee and leftover pie, it’s no wonder why

“I’m doing fine here mom…. no it’s great, I’ve made lots of friends. Of course I’m eating well mom, but I really don’t have time for this I’m super busy. No I love you too. Yes I will, talk soon bye.”

Hanging up the phone, you let it fall onto the floor beside you. You were sprawled out on your stiff couch, staring up at the chipping paint on the ceiling and letting your hand dangle off so your fingers were just barely brushing the carpeted floor.

It was starting to become exhausting to lie to your mom, at first it was merely an annoyance but now you genuinely felt like you were committing some sick act every time you spoke. Luckily for you, the longer you were away from home, she called less and less.

Moving away from your hometown always seemed big and scary to you and that’s why you longed for it so bad.

But here you were now and the excitement of an unpredictable independent city life was dimmed down and you were just left with a low amount of funds, and possibly a stress induced head cold.

oh, still you take up all my mind

Your phone buzzing lowly against the carpet caused your head to turn dramatically, leaning over with a groan and fumbling to grab it from off the floor in a haste.

Holding it up above your face, you squinted at the bright screen, and sighed when you realized it was just another spam email and not the message you’d been awaiting. Around this time yesterday you had drunkenly sent a message to Jake Sim, more on him later, and now you were sitting in misery waiting for his response.

Jake Sim was the only other person from your hometown that you knew who had made the move to the city. He actually was the original inspiration for your plans in the first place, being one year older and moving before you even finished high school.

At one point you’d have like to consider yourself friends, running in the same social circle and even hanging out one on one more than a couple of times. You weren’t exactly sure if he thought of you the same considering outside of your few close friends, he had lots of other connections and you completely lacked in that department.

i dont even think that you care like i do

Still, a true naive romantic at heart, you fell for him years ago and despite your knowledge that it can’t be more than a fleeting crush at most, you still felt the want to stay close to him even now.

When you first moved here and met with your dorm roommate, a small chirpy girl named Brit, she was kind and friendly and invited you out to a ‘start of the year’ party with a big warm smile.

“Y/N?” A voice coming from behind you caused you to freeze slightly at the recognition, never being able to miss his smooth low timber, before taking a deep breath and putting on a casual face as you turned around.

“Oh my god, Jake hi.” You were relieved that your voice came out surprised and natural, adorning an affectionate smile and resisting the urge to tug down your dress.

The dress in which his eyes were scaling down, an eyebrow cocked and then lowered when he met your gaze again and realized you were watching him check you out.

You were making your own quick assessments, his newly bleached hair looked darker than it did on his social medias, coasting closer to an ash honey color. You subconsciously raised a hand and pulled your hair in front of your shoulder.

“Why didn’t I know you went here?” He was taking a step closer to you and pulling you into a swift side hug, not moving away even after you both pulled apart. He was leaning against the wall and titling over you.

For a moment you almost frowned, almost told him that you had mentioned it a few times on both socials and in the slowly disappearing group chat of your high school friend group. Then you quickly remembered tonight was the first step in your attempt to stop being embarrassing.

So instead you slowly raised your shoulders in a relaxed shrug, turning so your back was against the wall he was leaning on and you weren’t facing him anymore. A smirk appeared on his face and for a moment you thought he might be seeing right through your act.

“Well, hit me up sometime then.” When he spoke this time it was a low murmur, leaning down to whisper it against your ear. You were positive he saw the shiver wrack through you and judging by the way he laughed and pushed off the wall, heading back into the crowd, you were right.

i should stop, heaven knows ive tried

You grabbed the couch pillow from beside you and pressed it tightly over your face, screaming into it and flailing your feet against the cushions. Their lack of foam and spring caused a low dull of pain to form in your legs but you ignored it.

You didn’t ever take Jake up on his offer, deciding that part of your new persona was definitely not going to include pining over boys who never looked your way. That didn’t mean you were giving up on your feelings, you just planned to have him come to you.

That lasted a total of five weeks and four glasses of wine before you were tipsy and sending him a message on Instagram that included four emojis and way too many exclamation points, inviting him to the party your roommate was throwing.

Said party was happening tomorrow and you felt weak and sweaty at both the thought of him not showing up and how awkward it would be if he did. A large part of you wanted to unsend the message but you imagined him seeing the notification that you did so and then questioning what you had said would be far worse than him seeing your invite and ignoring it.

“Girl is it that serious?” The sound of your roommates voice caused you to toss the pillow across the room and turn to see her judging face.

“Why did you let me do that.” You groaned out the words and turned on your side to face the couch. You felt the cushion dip as she sat next to where your head laid and let out a small sigh.

“What’s the worse that’ll happen?” Her voice was soft and you once again silently thanked the universe for giving you the nicest girl in the city as a roommate. “You said you’d been into him since like middle school.”

You didn’t say anything for a while and the guilt seeped in when you heard another small sigh fall from her lips.

“It’ll be fun regardless if he shows up, I promise.”

——

You were absolutely not having fun. It was almost impossible to considering you had spent the whole night anxiously keeping an eye out for Jake incase he decided to show up and ruin your life.

Giving up on trying to hold conversations, you started to swiftly make your way to the kitchen with the plan to duck behind the counters and wait for the night to end so you could crawl back onto your couch, which was currently housing multiple make out sessions, and resume last nights position.

“Are you avoiding me?” You had just turned the corner into the off limits room when you smacked into a strong frame, his voice immediately following and alerting you of who it was.

You backed away quickly and looked up at Jake, eyes trailing down to his black button up before stopping at his belt and looking to your right awkwardly. He let out a small chuckle and leaned forward to tap a finger against your head softly.

“Did you hear me?” He teased and you came to the realization that he was a lot different than he was back in your hometown, and unlike you, his cool show of confidence was genuine.

one day i will stop falling in love with you

You felt like a total idiot as you brought your attention back to him, looking up through your eyelashes to hold his gaze and you suddenly realized that you liked this newer cockier version of him too.

Being so used to his younger personality, his loud attention stealing laugh and big boxy smiles, you were hoping that the sight of his low lazy smirks would unnerve you. You wished his lack of usual dog like goofiness and awkward clumsy movements would wake you up out of your years of pining.

Yet watching him casually leaned against your wall and taking a slow sip from his cup, keeping eye contact with you over the brim, you considered the fact you might be more into him than you’d realized.

“I’m not avoiding you.” You finally replied, furrowing your eyebrows and crossing your arms in an attempt to show annoyance at the (totally true) accusation.

“I think you might be.” He let out a low hum, clearly enjoying teasing you and you felt your face flush when he leaned closer, similar to the way he peered over you the last time you’d seen him. “You know what else I think?”

You forced yourself to hold eye contact with him despite the close proximity and you raised an eyebrow in question. You felt the ghost of his breath on your face and you wondered what you would look like if somebody were to walk in right now.

“I think you look pretty.” He finished off his thought and you felt like your stomach flip upside down, your breath stuttering as you faltered backwards a few steps. Your felt the wall of the doors archway hit your shoulder blades and stopped.

Jake followed your movements, taking a few steps so he was just as close to you as he was previously.

Despite your obvious reaction to his effect on you, you still tried to show some dignity here before it was totally clear to him what a loser you were. You sucked in a deep breath and crossed your arms infront of you so he couldn’t come any closer.

“Who says I care what you think?” He smiled widened at your annoyed tone, clearly catching on to the fact that you were playing hard to get. His eyes dropped down to your chest where your arms were crossed and then back to your face.

You tried to control your breathing as you felt his hand smooth it’s way up your tensed arm, stopping at your face as he held your chin between his thumb and pointer finger. You watched him through your eyelashes as he titled your head up slightly and you, for a second, thought he let out a pleased scoff at the way you let him adjust you without complaint.

He was leaning in to talk again and you briefly noted that it wasn’t nearly loud enough for how close he was getting to your face, your eyes were darting around his features nervously as you waited for him to speak.

“Y/N.” The tension popped like it’d been stabbed with a knife, or rather by a poorly timed interruption by the name of Lee Heeseung. Jake didn’t back away from you, although his hand caressed your cheek before falling back towards your side, even when the other boys eyes widened at the sight of you pinned against the wall.

It didn’t surprise you when he leaned over your frame and gave Heeseung a handshake in greeting, considering he knew everybody, but what did slightly shock you was the annoyance on his face. Despite greeting his friend warmly, he didn’t seem at all happy to be interrupted.

His eyebrows were tensely pulled to the center of his forehead and he glanced at you with anger, eyes softening again when they met yours.

You, on the other hand, were extremely grateful for the excuse to get out of this room that was suffocating you with tension and confusion. You titled your head in Heeseung’s direction to ask why he had come to find you in the first place.

“Brit’s throwing up.” He winced as he said your roommates name, glancing back behind him towards the direction of the party. “Like kinda everywhere… I figured you’d want all of us out of here.”

You sighed softly and ignored the way Jake lowly groaned and took a few steps away from you, seemingly understanding the situation was too important for you to ignore. You offered him an apologetic smile and avoided his gaze.

“I’ll see you around?”

——

some day, someone will like me like i like you

It had taken just short of two hours to clear the apartment, and then almost double that to clean up the absolute destruction that was left behind by random classmates and passerbyers. Not to mention the almost extreme amount of vomit your roommate had managed to spew in multiple corners.

“I just want to be dead.” Said roommate was currently stealing your favorite position of sulking in misery on your couch. “And why does our couch fucking suck this bad.”

You let out a small laugh and she groaned at the noise, putting her hands over her eyes and mumbling about how embarrassing it must’ve been.

“I’m so sorry you had to clean it all by yourself.” She was mumbling and you smiled in her direction, doubtful she was looking at you or even able to see that far in her current state.

“I wasn’t by myself don’t worry.” She perked up at this, sitting up on the couch with another groan but looking far more alert. You shook your head and sighed out an explanation. “Heeseung stayed back to help. I felt bad that he did so I offered to get him coffee today”

“Oh my god.” She chirped loudly and threw her hands up in the air, hangover momentarily forgotten. You let her show a theatric amount of excitement, knowing she was desperate for you to have any sort of social life outside of stalking Jake on Instagram. “You have a date!”

“I absolutely do not have a date.” You shook your head again and left the kitchen, sitting cross legged next to her on the couch and looking at her intensely. “I’m serious Brit this isn’t a date, so don’t tell people I have a date.”

She pouted at you, and then even deeper when you rolled your eyes at her attempt to woo you with her cuteness.

“But it’s a big deal if it’s a date.” She tried to reason with you. “Besides even if it’s not a date maybe hearing you went on one will wake Jake up to the fact he’s missing out on all of this.”

You ignored the way she gestured down your body and seductively wiggled her eyebrows, remembering that you had forgotten to mention your intense stare down with Jake from last night. You decided it was best to not mention it so she wouldn’t feel guilty for getting sick even more than she already did.

Her idea of making Jake jealous was completely baseless and had no chance of working but for some reason you recalled the anger on his face when Heeseung interrupted you and your stomach turned with anticipation.

“Okay but you can only tell one person.”

——

until then, ill drink my coffee and eat my pie

It had been an hour and a half of sitting at the designated meeting spot Heeseung had texted you earlier that morning, and you were still alone minus the three empty coffee cups surrounding you.

You were trying to feign casualness so the waitress couldn’t tell you had been stood up on your date that wasn’t a date and that you were failing to prove that you weren’t a total loser still.

The chime of the door didn’t register to you, at this point you had stopped expecting him to show up and you were fully prepared to hide your face in class for the rest of your life and ban all contact with Lee Heeseung. Not even the sound of the seat next to you being pulled out caught your attention, only sinking lower in your stool at the bar.

A few moments of silence passed and you were just about to turn your head to the side, curious why the person sitting so close to you hadn’t made any move to order or seemingly breathe when they cleared their throat.

You hoped the way your eyes widened, mouth parting slightly in surprise, weren’t the reason for the proud smile on Jake’s face as he shifted in his seat next to you.

“Oh my god, what the fuck are you doing here?” You groaned and attempted to shrink in on yourself. Not only were you humiliated from being stood up, but now the last person you’d want to see you like this was here and smiling over at you.

“Here to save you from loneliness.” He was still smiling brightly, pointing at your emptied cup in a signal to the waitress for a refill. For a moment he resembled the younger Jake you were familiar with and your frown worsened. “Being ditched sucks.”

“How do you even know about that.” You grumbled, energy lost from the day. You gave a nod in thanks to the server who was filling up the mug you clutched tightly.

“Brit.” He shrugged and you groaned again at the realization your roommate had infact told more than one person about your meetup. “But you’re here alone so I pieced it together.”

pretend that we are more than friends

“Not technically alone I guess.” You reasoned and he smiled again as you spoke, seemingly happy that you were teasing back. You glanced at the waitress who was back behind the counter and she smiled when she met your gaze. Your face flushed, she must’ve figured your date had finally shown up.

“Well I don’t know about you but I feel like there’s better things we can do than sit in this coffee shop for another few hours.” He was standing from his stool as he spoke like he was positive you’d follow him and you hated that he was right.

——

“Do you even know where we are going?” You were looking out the window and watching hills fly by in a blur, eyebrows furrowed even though Jake couldn’t see you.

He chuckled softly and you turned your body a few degrees to glance at him as he drove, one hand on the steering wheel and the other shoved out the open window. His hair was going in different directions because the force of the wind and you noted his dark roots growing in.

You were curious if he planned to keep bleaching it or if he’d let it go dark again. If you were closer, more friends than whatever it was you were, you’d tell him you like it best black.

It was easier to picture the version of him you knew like that, you were so used to seeing his dark locks sleeping at random desk during free hours or rushing through the hallways so he wasn’t late for lunch. This new look and personality felt so unfamiliar.

“Just because I’m not telling you, doesn’t mean I don’t know.” He responded, sparing you a quick glance and raising an eyebrow when he caught you staring lost in thought. “Besides we are almost there, have some patience maybe.”

You slumped back in your seat, staring out the window again as you spotted a parking lot coming up in the distance. Your lips naturally formed a pout as you squinted and tried to make out where you were.

Jake pulled into the parking lot, gravel crunching under his tires as he pulled his hand back into the car and parked outside the lines. Only a few other cars were in this lot and you quickly realized where he had taken you.

“The beach?” It was starting to chill out now, the time of year where you much preferred sweaters and movie nights over days outside. You glanced over at him for confirmation and studied his expression.

For just a moment he looked nervous and slightly fearful, like he thought you wouldn’t be pleased or maybe you’d ask to just go home instead. Then it was replaced with a half smile and a shrug as he opened his door and hopped out of the car.

You took a few seconds to process his change of expression. You didn’t take this new Jake as somebody who cared what random girls they barely knew thought, maybe you were reading too far into a blank expression.

Before you could consider it further your door was thrown opened and you turned to see Jake waiting outside of it, holding it open for you and fully smiling now.

After a few minutes of silently walking down the sandy trail you couldn’t stand the silence. “How’d you find this place anyways?”

“You know Sunghoon?” You hummed softly in confirmation to his question. “He showed it to me when I first moved here. I guess I was complaining too much about missing home… missing…”

His sentence slowed to a stop and you glanced over at him, waiting for him to finish whatever thought he was having. He was already looking at you and he looked slightly pained before looking away and gesturing in front of you.

You turned your gaze away from him reluctantly and your features softened in awe at the view in front of you. Two sand hills were parted to reveal the result of your hike, a hidden beach with a light pink sunset off in the distance.

“It’s not as good as the ones back home but.” He didn’t finish his sentence again and this time you didn’t expect him to. Without thinking your hand was reaching down to tug on his sleeve, pulling him forwards and continuing your walk to the beach.

You let him go once the water was close enough that you could hear the waves, nearly drowning out your excited voice as the cold water splashed up and wrapped around your ankles. You heard Jake groan behind you and turned with a smile to see his jeans darkening with wetness.

The two of you played in the shallow water for a while, throwing splashes at each other and squealing everytime the bitter water touched your sun warmed skin.

Eventually the childish play tired you out and you were sat against a log a bit aways from the water, watching the sun set behind the ocean and covering your feet with the chilled sand.

A noise behind you caused you to turn your head, frowning deeply when you saw Jake kneeled in the sand with a camera in front of his face. The same noise went off again and you threw sand in his direction.

“Stop that.” You groaned and he laughed, dodging the attack and falling back onto his butt next to you by the log.

“Sorry sorry. I’ve just never seen you like this before.”

im just trying to understand what i am to you

“What do you mean?” You squinted your eyes in his direction but he wasn’t looking at you, keeping his gaze on the setting sun or down at his fingers that were pushing through the sand.

“You were always too cool to hang out with us at places like this.” He laughed softly but you felt a strange tension settled in his words like he was thinking of something specific.

Your stomach turned in confusion at what he was saying and you felt the need to question him, swallowing it when he made eye contact with you again and smiled softly. It didn’t meet his eyes and you titled your head slightly.

“I’d say it was the other way around.” You managed to say, trying to keep your tone light despite the meaning behind your words. In your version of events it was definitely Jake who had never been around in high school, always off with cooler older kids.

He’d always been more liked than the rest of your friend group but it escalated after his final prom when his presence pretty much became nonexistent up until he moved for college.

He was watching you and not saying anything and you were starting to curl in on yourself a bit self consciously. You reached up your arm to tug on your shirt sleeve and his eyes followed the movement.

“You’re cold?” He was asking but before he even finished the sentence he was sitting up off the log and pulling his sweater over his head, handing it in your direction as he fell back against the log. You stared at it as it dangled in his grip and he shook it a few times to get your attention.

You took it from him hesitantly, fingers brushing against his and he watched closely as you pulled it over your eyes and tugged your hair from the collar.

His eyes were seemingly tracing shapes on your frame as he looked at you, a strange expression on his face at the sight of you in his clothing.

“Why are you always staring like that?” You mumbled under your breath, shifting uncomfortably and he shrugged.

“You’re pretty.” He answered simply like it was the most obvious answer in the history of the world and your mouth parted in surprise. He’d said it before, but it sounded different when it wasn’t being whispered in a damp crowded room.

You felt your cheeks flush again but this time you didn’t attempt to hide your reaction. Despite the major differences, you needed to remind yourself that this was Jake, a boy you knew and cared about before you ever had this crush on him.

more than songs, we’ve exchanged. midnight calls, sunset views

He was still watching you, you could see him from the corner of your eye and you were half tempted to turn and meet his gaze. A few beats of silence, accompanied by the sound of the waves, and you succumbed to that temptation.

He didn’t falter when you looked over, only cocking his head slightly like he was expecting you to say something. However you didn’t and you just looked at him the way he was looking at you, in a heavy tensioned silence that made your stomach turn in dizzying circles.

Jake was always handsome, even before he had gotten older and his features were still soft and not yet matured, but he was particularly remarkable right now in the soft blue lighting of the nearly set sun.

“You should let your hair grow out.”

——

The days were passing by quickly now and fall break was swiftly approaching. You had no plans to go back home to your small town and neither did Brit. Currently she was packing hastily, not sparing you a glance as you laid on her bed and watched her fast pace.

“We leave in only two hours you know.” She was remarking and you shrugged softly, hiding a smile at her impatience. “I’m happy you’ve even agreed to this so I’m not going to nag you anymore than I need to but we are really short on time.”

She was referring to the fact she had somehow managed to convince you that going along to one final friend camping trip was what you should do with your break. Not only was it colder than you’d prefer, especially the night time, but others were also going and you weren’t big on social interaction.

Still you had agreed, and if part of the reason had been because Jake posted he was also going on his story than she didn’t need to know that.

After she had forced you to pack, and then ushered you out of the apartment with a swift shove and irritated eyebrows, you were eventually stuffed in the back seat of Sunghoon’s rented van. It was bigger than an average car but the more stops you arrived to the more you dreaded the drive.

As if things couldn’t get more stressful, right when you had thought you’d gotten away with an empty seat next to you he was pulling up to the final house. You watched as Jake closed his door behind him with an excited grin and waved at Sunghoon who was leaning out his open window.

You still didn’t stop staring even after he shoved his suitcase into the trunk and circled around the van, pulling open the slider door and scanning the vehicle for a spot to sit. His gaze first fell on the seat next to you and then scanned up to your face.

His smile faltered for just a second before it was replaced with another one, this one somehow both more genuine and two times as tense.

You hadn’t talked much since the other day at the beach due to the fact he hadn’t bothered texting you. You weren’t too caught up with the fact knowing you’d see eachother soon anyways but you were feeling a bit confused on the meaning of the hangout.

Your headphones stayed in as he walked with a ducked head to the back of the van, ignoring the glare Yang Jungwon was sending him when he accidentally stepped on his foot. You paused your music as he sat next to you but you didn’t take them off your head.

After he was seated, the van was officially full. Sunghoon and Brit were taking the roles of driver and passenger with Jungwon, Park Jay and a boy you hadn’t met before named Riki directly behind them. That left you and Jake in the back sat next to some of the bags that hadn’t fit in the trunk.

Another car was coming later in the day with some more friends of Brit and Sunghoon, the more social of the group.

Your phone vibrating in your grip stopped you in your mental roll call and you furrowed your brows down at it, ignoring the buzz. That plan didn’t last long considering it buzzed two more times immediately after.

jake : hi

jake : you have a habit of ignoring me i think

jake : !!!

You let out a small laugh and your eyes shot to the side, expecting to see him already looking at you and preparing to speak. Instead he was leaning away and keeping his gaze firmly out the window, a tight grip on his phone.

you : are we playing the silent game?

jake : yes

jake : i didn’t take you for the camping type… did anything inspire you to come along?

You looked at him again and this time he was looking at you too, an eyebrow raising slightly in question as he glanced down at your phone screen. You thought for a second before responding.

you : i could ask you the same thing

you : if my memories correct i distinctively remember you whining the whole entire week during that field trip sophomore year

jake : i don’t whine

You snorted a laugh and you felt Jake’s elbow poke your side in annoyance. You nudged him back and he pretended to be wounded, leaning against you so your shoulders were pressed tightly together. Brit’s eyes met yours in the mirror for just a split second before looking away.

jake : maybe i had my reasons

Then his hand was falling forward onto your knee and you stiffened up at the sudden contact. Your reaction caused him to freeze too and he started to quickly retract his hand, stopping when you placed yours on top of his and kept it where it was.

You were suddenly hyper aware of how close the two of you were and also the fact you had chosen to wear the most hideous pajamas pants you owned. Jake didn’t seem to mind, his thumb caressing the soft fabric without realizing he was making your head spin.

You squeezed your hand that was on top of his and he leaned forward to look at you, head resting against the seat infront of him as he turned his body slightly to face you. His hand was shifting up your leg slightly and you held his gaze, an eyebrow raising in permission.

Without hesitation, you gave it to him, nodding and loosening your grip on his hand. Your hand slid to his wrist instead, not wanting to remove it from his warm skin and you felt his arm muscles tensing like he was applying effort to resist moving his hand more.

Your knee was swinging towards his instinctively and his eyes shot down to the way this caused your legs to part more.

Then his stare was back on yours, eyes heavier as he watched you. For a second you thought he seemed nervous, gaze fidgeting against yours.

Your phone buzzed again and you glanced at his free hand in confusion, eyebrows furrowing when you realized his phone was shut off and laying forgotten in his lap so it couldn’t have been him that messaged you.

brit : what are you doing back there

You met her gaze in the mirror expecting to see a teasing smirk or maybe proud eyes at the fact you weren’t losing your cool due to Jake flirting with you. Instead her eyes were dark and squinted in warning. She picked her phone back up off her lap.

brit : jake invited a girl this weekend

brit : sunghoon told me im rlly sorry yn i was going to mention it when we got there

Your entire body locked up and Jake’s thumb stopped caressing your thigh in worry, leaning back against his seat to try to look at your phone screen to see the cause of your sudden tension. You quickly shut it off and shifted in your seat, swinging your knee so his hand fell limp against the seat. You leaned against your side of the seat, frowning and looking out the window.

You stayed like that for the rest of the ride, ignoring your phone buzzing in your hand and a few attempts to get your attention from the boy next to you.

Once you’d finally arrived at the campsite you were the first one to leave the van, nearly tripping on Jay in your haste to be out of the suffocating situation.

Hands on your lower back were suddenly leading you away and towards the empty site kicking your feet out of their frozen state, you glanced at Brit as she ushered you away from the boys, telling them briefly you were going to set up your tent in the distance.

You were thankful for her quick lie and the comforting arm she was wrapping around your side as you walked away from them, ignoring their confused murmurs.

“Are you going to cry.” She whispered once you were a good distance out of ear shot, you met her eyes and she winced. “Or maybe throw up? I can’t tell…”

You shook your head and glanced behind you. Jake was frozen as he watched the two of you with a worried frown, only looking away when Jungwon abruptly handed him a few bags to unpack.

“Neither.” You forced out and she looked relieved but like she didn’t even slightly believe you. “I don’t care who he brings.” You shrugged and nodded to try to convince yourself.

She watched you in silence, leaning back slightly like you were a live wire as she waited for you to snap.

“But tell me who he is bringing.” You gripped her hand tightly and she groaned in relief at your more expected reaction, squeezing your hand in hers and taking a step closer.

“I don’t even know just some girl from one of his lectures I guess.” She was whispering close to your face and your heart sank. “Sunghoon said she practically forced him to say she could come but you know he has a reputation.”

And she was right, you did know that this new version of Jake had quite a few whispers about him and how frequently he’d leave parties with girls he’d never be seen with again. You felt foolish for letting yourself separate this side of him with the boy from the beach.

Maybe the boy from a few years ago was worse with girls, cared about them more and awkwardly stumbled through flirty conversations or teasing comments but it seemed like this new Jake was the type to not think too deeply about feeling up an old friend in a packed car.

One half of you wanted to not care, happy he had paid you any attention at all even if it wasn’t ideal but the more realistic half knew you could never be casual with Jake without breaking your own heart.

“I’ll be fine don’t worry.”

——

You were absolutely positively NOT fine.

After setting up quickly before the sun set, the second car had arrived with the rest of the people you’d be camping alongside of and you were quickly regretting your last minute acceptance to come along.

A few slightly familiar faces had stumbled out of the car, like Sunoo from your history class who had waved with a yawn followed by a bright smile. He was immediately replaced in your line of sight by none other than Lee Heeseung, who froze at the sight of you and then practically scampered away.

And finally a girl you hadn’t seen before, and who hadn’t bothered to introduce herself. The girl was currently on the receiving end of your glare, across from you at the fire as she leaned over and whispered something lowly to Jake in the chair next to her.

You hoped the flames were blocking the obvious annoyance on your face, her high pitched squeals and refusal to do any of the work setting up required was slowly eating away at you. It had absolutely nothing to do with the fact she spent most the day draped over the boy you’d been infatuated with since before puberty.

Only adding to your growing frustration was the tense awkward boy beside you. Heeseung was practically curled into a ball in his camping chair, avoiding eye contact with your side of the earth and not speaking the entire fire. You were sick of it at this point and the combined anger at both situations got the better of you.

“Can we talk?” You were leaning over towards him to ask and your tone was heavy. He reluctantly looked at you and his eyes softened with guilt before he nodded.

Standing from your chair and wrapping your coat tighter around you, your gaze instinctively went to Jake. He was already watching you, eyebrows furrowing as he saw Heeseung stand and wait for you to leave so he could follow. You looked away from him in anger and started off towards the trees.

“Are you going to kill me be honest.” Heeseung eventually was groaning behind you as you walked in silence, cutting through the trail as you ended up near the dock.

“Why would I kill you?” You sighed and sat on the creaking wood, feet dangling and skimming the water of the green lake. He followed suit and sat a few inches away from you.

“For being a dick.” He shrugged and you laughed, kissing your teeth and nodding. “I’m sorry… I shouldn’t have not showed up without a text like that, regardless what Jake said.”

His words caused you to freeze in confusion and he seemed to notice your reaction, mouth parting in realization.

“You didn’t know…” He sounded both confused and like he had finally made sense of things in his mind. “Now I get why Brit keeps glaring at me in the hall.”

“What are you talking about Lee Heeseung?” You turned more towards him with sharp eyes and he shrunk in on himself slightly.

“I told Jake about our date and he told me I shouldn’t go because you had a boyfriend back home.” He was speaking fast and his eyes softened again at the hurt and confusion crossing your face. “I’m figuring now that probably isn’t true.”

You didn’t give him a response, staring down at his lap as you zoned out and tried to understand what he was telling you. Jake had not only sabotaged your date not date that apparently was a date but in doing so he made you seem like some awful cheater.

“Are you okay?” Heeseung was speaking again when you didn’t respond, leaning closer slightly and talking in a whisper like he was scared to break you from your trance. You looked at him hesitantly and his features softened at your teary expression. “I can go get Brit?”

You nodded in confirmation and offered him a small sad smile, hoping he got the memo that it wasn’t him you were upset with and you understood he had been caught in the miscommunication. He was patting your back softly before standing and jogging back towards the camp.

promise i don’t mean to cry but i get overwhelmed and confused

Sitting alone on the dock you allowed yourself to cry for just a few moments, you felt completely lost and confused. That mixed with the anger and jealously you’d felt all day and you were simply a mess of overstimulated emotions.

You didn’t understand why Jake would do that, what motive he would have. Maybe revenge for Heeseung interrupting his chance of a quick fuck the night before but you liked to believe that even if he changed, he still respected you enough to not spread rumors.

After ten minutes had passed your tears had slowed do a few sniffles and puffy eyes, using your thin sweater sleeves to wipe your face in preparation for your roommates arrival. You didn’t want to ruin the weekend by being overtly upset.

“Y/N?” The sound of the familiar voice caused you to freeze like it always did. Your shoulders tensed and you felt your fingers flex against the moist wood of the dock. The footsteps stepping onto the dock gave you a sick feeling.

“What do you want Sim?” You spit the words without turning to look at him and you shut your eyes tight when his hasty steps slowed with hesitation.

“I came to check on you… Heeseung went to get Brit but she wasn’t feeling well and went to sleep.” He was speaking slowly, getting closer but stopping a bit behind you like he wasn’t sure he was allowed to come closer. “Did he say something to you? What did he do?”

Now you were turning to glare at him, only briefly scanning his figure to see him wringing his hands together in anxiousness. “What did he do? What do you mean what did he do…what did you do?”

He didn’t even have the nerve to pretend to look confused, only being taken back for a second at your tone before a guilty dark look took over his expression.

“Okay listen, I had a reason.” He was holding his hands out in front of him in defense, eyebrows downturned. For just a second you felt bad at the way he frowned and then you remembered your anger.

You stood from the dock, turning your back on the water to face him. He seemed more taken back by this, your stance rigid and expecting. You raised an eyebrow at him and waved a hand to signal for him to continue.

His gaze dropped to his feet and then back up towards you, avoiding meeting your eyes and nervously wringing his hands together. “Okay maybe I don’t have a reason.”

Your shoulders deflated and you groaned.

“So you just made me look like an idiot for no reason.” You spat at him and he shook his head as you kept talking. “Not only an idiot but like some sketchy cheater.”

“I didn’t mean for it to be like that I just panicked.” He was rushing in his words and you were growing more confused with everything he said. Why did the idea of Heeseung taking you on a date make him panic?

“I deserve a better explanation than that Jake.” You were shaking your head now and he sighed. “I thought we were starting to be… I don’t know, friends.”

“Oh really?” He was sneering now and you faltered slightly, taken back by his sudden show of anger. “So now I’m cool enough to be friends with?”

“What the hell are you talking about?” You took a step towards him, your voice desperate in confusion.

“No don’t worry I get. Years of acting like I didn’t exist but now that I’m not a loser anymore I’m worthy of your time.” His voice was venomous and your head was swimming with confusion.

The incredulous look on your face only seemed to anger him further, neck vein protruding as he glared at you. He was holding your stare and softened just for a second at the genuine lack of understanding on your face.

“Are you talking about highschool?” You tried to keep your voice steady, wanting to understand what he was referring to without angering him. He gave you a look like it was obvious and you shook your head. “That’s not what happened at all, if anything it was the opposite.”

At this, he let out a loud scoff and took a step backwards in bewilderment. You watched him wrestle with this information, at the same time you were wracking through your memories with Jake to try and find what point in time he was referring back to.

You’d never thought of Jake as a loser, sure a little clumsy and awkward but that was the first thing you had liked about him. It wasn’t easy for you to spend time with him alone because you’d always end up embarrassing yourself, your crush on him bringing out the worst in you, but you definitely still hung out from time to time.

“You totally rejected me.” He was speaking again, his voice weaker this time as the embarrassment replaced his anger. “You not even remembering the worst day of my highschool life makes it ten times more awful.”

“Rejected you when?” Your head was starting to hurt from the crying and pure confusion. As awkward as you were around him, you know even highschool you would never have rejected Jake Sim.

“Prom.” He spat the word like it was obvious, like he was expecting you to suddenly remember your supposed rejection and make sense of this conversation but if anything it was only confusing you further. “You really just don’t remember?”

“There’s nothing to remember.” You spat out, angry at his persistent accusations. “I didn’t go to prom either year, you went with Lily and I stayed at home.”

Your stomach was turning with bitterness at the memory, this fact followed by his sudden avoidance after prom still hurt as it lingered in your mind.

“You think I wanted to go with Lily?” His laugh was humorless and cold. “Everybody knew I wanted to go with you only, I couldn’t not go just because you said no, I’d look like a total idiot.”

“Then why wouldn’t you just ask me?” Your voice was hoarse and angry but your stomach was turning at the thought of Jake wanting to go to prom with you.

You remember that year clearly, it was Jake’s final school dance and your friends had jokingly teased the possibility of him asking you. Of course at the time it seemed baseless to you, you were just friends since you’d never had the courage to put your feelings to action.

Like you had anticipated, a girl from your grade named Lily was posting the next week that she had been asked by Jake and they were going together. Even though you’d accepted long ago he’d never notice you in that way, you were still devastated and decided to spend this year at home alone.

“I did ask you.” He was stressing the words, hands thrown out in desperation for you to understand. You tensed up as you looked at him.

You started to slowly shake your head in denial and his shoulders lowered, coming to a realization.

“You never got the letter.” It wasn’t a question but a statement and the look on your face further proved it to be true. “I… I put it in your locker I don’t understand.”

“My locker?” Your voice was soft with exhaustion and a guilty look crossed his face.

“Two weeks before the dance.” He explained and he was taking a step towards you. He looked slightly relieved when you didn’t back away from him or raise your hands in rejection.

You scrunched your nose and tried to remember such a specific time in your life, only remembering one major detail that caused your face to light up in realization.

“Jake.” You groaned and he raised an eyebrow and nodded in anticipation. “Jake I had that nasty stomach flu everybody was getting. I was absent until after winter break.”

He didn’t say anything for a long time and you watched him go through different stages of remembrance, the noise of the woods and lake fading back in now that your shouts had died down.

“You never got it?” His voice was barely a whisper, almost like it wasn’t even meant for you to hear. It was a personal realization of his mistake and you reached a hand up to tug on his sleeve. His eyes shot down to your hand and then your face, eyes heavy and guilty.

if only you knew what i felt like

“Why on earth would I reject you.” You tried to keep your voice soft but it was shaking slightly with nerves as you finally voiced your longest kept secret. “Everybody knew how obsessed with you I was.”

“But I was a total idiot.” He shook his head and you took a step closer to him. “I spent so long trying to become cooler and you’re telling me it was pointless?”

He was looking down at you, in a similar stance to the multiple times you held long tensioned stares at parties and you were understanding now that similar to your casual careless persona you’d been attempting to show him, he was wearing a mask of his own.

“I liked that idiot way before I liked you, playboy.” He smiled at your light tone, arm sliding up your arm to hold your elbow and keep you standing close to him.

“Maybe I stretched the truth a tad.” His voice was low and you raised an eyebrow as you looked up at him, liking the way his bangs touched his eyebrows as he watched you.

“What about that girl you invited?” Your smile faltered slightly, remembering why you were out here on the dock in the first place. Your stomach tightened in jealously and you felt the urge to smack away his hand that was sliding to hold your lower back.

You resisted the urge, placing your hands flat on his chest and giving him the chance to explain. Miscommunication was clearly causing issues for years between the two of you.

“She practically forced her way into the van after overhearing us talk about it at a party last weekend.” He was explaining with an annoyed shake of his head and you nodded remembering Brit saying Sunghoon had a similar version of events.

“I shouldn’t have let her touch me.” He looked angry at himself and you wanted to reach up and smooth out the crease in his eyebrows. “I guess I got jealous seeing Heeseung was here. The same way I did when I ruined your date. I’m really sorry about that.”

“So instead of just asking me out yourself, you kidnapped me and took me to a beach?” You smiled softly at him and his lip quirked up slightly despite the look of guilt remaining.

“I know… I guess I’m still an idiot.” His smile fell and a pained look covered quickly his expression. “God, I made you cry.”

“Yeah you totally made me cry.” You balled your into fist against his chest and his eyes looked at the way his shirt scrunched up between your fingers. You gave him a soft smile, rocking forward and trying to ease his mind from the guilt he was feeling.

Then he was looking at you again and his tensioned eyes loosened slightly, a sudden wave of nerves washed over you at the realization of who you were currently having this conversation with.

“Did I hear you say you still liked me?” His voice was low and you felt his breath fan your face, his hand that wasn’t on your back was cupping the side of your face and making you look at him.

You were reminded of the way he held your chin at the party except this time it felt more gentle, his eyes soft and far more nervous than they had been that night.

“God, you’re an idiot.” You were shaking your head and smiling, the end of your word being cut off when he surged forward and pressed his lips hard against yours in his urgency.

Your hands on his chest started to ball up his shirt again, resisting a laugh at the force in which he kissed you, he mumbled an apology against your lips and you could feel him smiling as he cocked his head and kissed you again.

His hand had left your cheek, circling around your side to rest on your lower back with his other one as he, almost unconsciously, pulled you up and tighter against him as you rocked onto your tippy toes and back down.

Even when he pulled back to breathe, he kept you flush against him as he laid his forehead against yours and shut his eyes tight.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.”

#enhypen #enhypen drabbles #enhypen fanfiction #jake enhypen #jake x reader #sunghoon enhypen #heeseung #kim sunoo #jake fluff #jake drabbles #jake au #jake smut

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quimichi · 7 months

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hello!! new anon here, (may i please be 🌱 anon?)

I was hoping to get a fic on something like "cuddling with genshin girls" idrc how old they are, just pure fluff though!!! also, may it be with Creator!y/n? If so thank you!!

[always remember that this shouldn't ever start to feel like a chore! (its meant to be enjoyable!)]

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❛ CUDDLING SOME GENSHIN GIRLS ༉‧₊˚

Genshin girls x Creator!Reader

Shenhe, Xinyan, Rosaria, Mona & Lynette

A/n: You didn't specifically say who you want, so I used a random character generator on this one! Maybe I'll do more of these in the future!

Shenhe - Mind be purged, world be saved

You feel her body leaning into yours, her breathing slowly slowing down. Her heart still thunders against her chest, but her mind isn't racing anymore. She is relaxed, and completely in the moment.

For the first time in a long time, she is not worrying about the future or her past. She is safe in your arms, and happy as she can be.Your hands running through her snow white hair brings a comforting sense to Shenhe. Her body relaxes even more into you, her head resting against your chest, letting out a relieved sigh.

Her breathing grows even more quiet than before, her eyes closing in content. She has not been this comfortable in a very, very long time. "Enjyoing yourself?" Shenhe lets out a soft and breathy 'yes' sound as she answers you, her head nuzzling deeper into your chest in response. "Mhm," she answers quietly. Her words are little more than a whisper, her voice muffled from where her face is pressed against you. Shenhe moves to rest her head on your shoulder, her hair gently sifting through your fingers.

She does not speak. She simply exists in this moment with you. And in this moment, his mind is quiet and content.

This is where she feels most home.

Xinyan - If there's fire in your soul, you gotta rock 'n' roll.

Your body against her is warm and tender, like a nest of blankets. She buries his head into you, wanting your comfort. Her whole body feels lighter now and she is eager to spend every moment wrapped around you.

She doesn't care to move— not so long as you remain with her. You are her home, her only desire in any moment, and he will take hold of you in her embrace no matter how long it lasts. She is safe here. She is home. You are her world.

Her words are quiet, she's rambling about her day, about how she had to fight tons and tons of cyro slimes today. You can hear the excitement in her voice, the proudness as she talks and talks and talks. You may not be able to make out every word, but you can sense her joy in telling you. She just wants you to be proud of her. She wants you to know how much her days would be nothing without you. Saying if you'd be there, all those slimes would've been gone in a mere second. So, no matter what, she tries her best.

She leans her head against yours, and nuzzles against your neck. Her fingers run through your hair in affection.

Besides music, you are her favorite topic.

Rosari - Do not fear your past, and do not be scared to come to grips with it

Rosaria can hardly remember what life was like before you. Before she’d known your touch. Your warm embrace, the comfort of your presence. When she holds you close, all the troubles of the world vanish for a single, precious moment. The memory of you lingers in the air around her like a perfume. Your breath on her neck, your fingers in her hair. Your heartbeat against her chest.

She breathes your name; a sound like a prayer, a plea. “My love.”

"Yes" you answer, eyes closed as you both hold each other. You're enjoying it just as much. "Stay with me." There is a softness in Rosarias words, a quiet plea that she doesn’t think he can survive being apart from you. She doesn't often say things like these, you're not even sure if she ever had asked you for something like this. But you aren't complaining.

"Please," she urges gently, hand rising to caress your cheek. "Don’t leave me alone."

"Never" Rosaria wraps her arms tightly around you once more. She is a woman made of stone and steel, but when confronted with your love, she becomes like a girl. A girl who has just been told that she is loved back.

"I love you." She whispers, eyes closed, face buried in the crook of your neck. "I don't know what I'd do if I did not have you at my side."

She breathes, then, "You… make me whole."

Mona - Fate is called as such, for it cannot be changed, nor can it be reversed. It can only but be accepted.

She breathes in, her body trembling in your arms. She is still in a way that you would never suspect, but her soul? Your fingers, your touch, your voice? It's as if they've been her guiding light in a galaxy of millions of stars. "Your touch," she breathes, her eyes still shut. "Yours," she whispers, almost to herself, breath soft against your shoulder as she nuzzles into your neck.

"I have so badly wished to feel it."

"You like it this much in my arms?" Mona nods, breath catching as a faint blush appears on her cheeks when you speak. Just now she realized how blod she actually was. "I am content." There's a smile that blooms on her lips when she finally opens his eyes. She is close to you now; your hands can feel the rise and fall of her breath underneath your fingers.

Mona’s body presses closer against yours, seeking comfort in the warmth of your body. The faint blush on her cheeks has only grown more intense as she stares at you, unmoving, her eyes searching your face, studying every inch of it once more with a deep reverence. As if she had never studied it in the first place.

"When I look at you," Her voice is a whisper. "What I feel… it is much more than content." And look at her now, hiding her face in your neck to stop your burning gaze upon her blushing face.

Lynette - Staying silent is beneficial for maintaining focus and gathering intelligence

She leans into you, the tension leaving her body, and her mind becomes clouded with the warmness of your embrace.

When Lynette's introverted personality acts up, she becomes distant and cold to most others. But with you, she wants to be close and intimate; she craves your presence and attention, needing the warmth of your touch. If anyone has the power to melt Lynette's seemingly icy facade, it's you. Lynette's lips tug up at the corner, and she smiles softly, her eyes fluttering closed with a pleasant flush. She can almost feel how she drifts off to sleep soon.

She takes a deep breath and looks up at you, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

"Can we...have tea after this?" "Of course" You're softly stroking her ears, careful not to be to rough, after all her ears are sensitive. In your arms, Lynette feels safe. It's a foreign feeling to her. When she's in your company, she feels his tension slowly ease; her breath is no longer heavy, but calm and even.

With you, she doesn't have to put up a front— he doesn't need her usual 'facade'. Lynette is content to simply remain in your arms, her face buried in your chest, and her eyes closed in absolute comfort. After all she's a cat, it's no wonder she started purring in your arms

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #shenhe x reader #xinyan x reader #lynette x reader #rosaria x reader #mona x reader #genshin impact sagau #genshin sagau #sagau genshin #sagau #genshin cult au

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cherripieee · 9 months

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Bloodlust - Eddie Munson x fem!vampire!reader

Part 1 - 'Teeth'

Eddie comes over for your usual movie night and after a night of confessions, Eddie tells you a secret, a dirty fantasy he has about a familiar creature.

word count: 2.9k

a/n: i've had this one in the drafts almost ALL SUMMER so i hope you guys enjoy! i had a fun time making this even though my writer's block made me change the format four fucking times-

warnings: reader is a vampire, 2nd person pov for this chapter, blood, biting, mentions of biting kink/fang kink, cursing

The end of another hot summer day is approaching, and you couldn’t be happier. Heat drags on the days with exhaustion and complete boredom, a scorching sun pairs along with the unbearable weather. Luckily, the sun begins to retire for the day and dusk is upon the sky. Not only are you glad that the weather gets cooler at night, but you’re also glad that your movie night with your best friend is happening tonight. Even though your movie nights happen almost every summer night, the two of you hadn’t planned one in almost two weeks. Responsibilities caught up to him and you couldn’t be mad at him for it. So, after a while, the two of you decided to get back on track with your hangouts.

You’re actually relieved that he decided to go after his responsibilities. During those days, you had things to attend to. Those things included your urges and your hunger. No, not for food. For blood. You hadn’t tasted a drop of blood in months and your senses started to warn you about the consequences of not taking care of yourself. As a vampire, you knew you needed blood. But living in a small town like this made it hard to hunt for prey and get away with it. And no, you couldn’t just devour a helpless rabbit. You needed human blood, no other exceptions. Well, that was how your senses worked. It was either humans, or no food at all.

So, you did what you had to do. One late night, you were walking around the neighborhood and a whiff of something delicious caught your attention. That scent had led you down the street, and now the cause of that whiff was right in front of you. In an alleyway, a guy has a woman pressed up against a wall. His lips are on her neck, from here you can see the woman tugging at the guy’s hair. Unrelated to the situation, this guy seriously had some great hair. You wanted to walk away and let the couple be, but that whiff got the better of you. You got closer.

“Mmh, oh, Steve…”

…Steve? Where have you heard that name before?

Shaking off your thoughts, you stealthily sneaked behind the guy and peeked over his shoulder. Your back hits the brick wall, and now you’re just staring directly at the couple. Your senses are overwhelming, but you are used to it. Right on time, the woman opens her eyes. They squint at your dark figure for a moment.

“What’s wrong, baby? Why’d you stop?” Steve asked, his words coming out breathless and raspy. The woman’s face twists into a look of pure horror as your eyes are now a piercing red. This was just step one.

“It’s getting late…” The woman slowly unravels herself from Steve’s touch, stealing glances at the brick wall from where you’re watching. Your anticipation builds, igniting a feeling of butterflies deep down in your stomach. You can smell his scent and it smells amazing, it smells hot, and you even smell some sort of cologne. That’ll make the taste even better, you thought to yourself. “...I’ll call you!”

Before the guy could even protest, she’s already off and speed-walking into another direction. You felt bad for interrupting their little interaction, but this guy smelled so damn good. Once you can’t hear the clicks of her heels hitting the ground, you know she’s long gone. You’re staring at Steve’s backside, running your tongue over your teeth. Sure enough, your fangs had come out just by the scent of him. That’s how you knew that this was gonna be good. Or you were just hungry. I mean, you hadn’t had any real food in a few months.

“Fuck.” Steve mutters under his breath, catching your interest. Shouldn’t he be walking away? As of right now, usually the person would try to walk out until you stopped them and feasted on their blood. But he’s just standing there, looking down.

No biggie, this just made things even easier for you.

You carefully walked up to him, not even sure if you were controlling your own body or if it was your senses taking over. With every step, you felt yourself tapping more into your natural instincts. You didn’t care if he screamed, you just wanted a taste. You didn’t care if it got messy, you just NEEDED his skin against your teeth.

As Steve begins to move, you pounce on him. You grip his shoulders and push him down to his knees, earning a yelp from him. “HEY! WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?!” He screams, but you could care less about his threats. Licking your lips, you press your lips to the curve of his neck and trace your tongue around his skin until you find your favorite spot. Your favorite spot on a person was always the area a few inches below the ear. All vampires had a preference, or some just took whatever you could get. You, however, were a mix of both. He’s trying to fight back, you can tell. He’s wiggling around and screaming at you, and for help. He looked so helpless and that just heightened the feelings of your senses.

“What the-” Were the last two words you heard as you sunk your fangs down into his skin, flavor bursting on your tongue. Just as you suspected, he tastes good. There’s blood streaming from your mouth and dribbling down to the back of his orange sweatshirt. Fuck, this is exactly what you needed. You gulp down each and every drop you can get, your nails sinking down into his sweater. Your senses had completely taken over and the only thing on your mind was: hunger. Steve’s quieted down, his eyes drooping low, and his energy suddenly drains. Unfortunately, you can’t keep at this for as long as you wanted to. You wanted a meal, but you weren’t a killer. You reluctantly pull away, red liquid drips from your fangs and onto his skin.

Releasing your grip on him, the poor guy drops down to the floor on his back. He’s not exactly unconscious yet, but he’s getting there. He’s staring up at you with his eyes fluttering closed. You stay there and make sure his eyes are closed before wiping your mouth and heading out of the alleyway. Now, your hunger would be satiated for the next couple of months.

…wait. WAS THAT STEVE HARRINGTON?!

And now you’re here, at home setting up the living room for your movie night with your bestie.

You cleaned up earlier and set up the area, he was going to bring the snacks. Snacks in his terms meant: beer, store bought chocolate chip cookies, a huge tub of vanilla ice cream, and more beer. So basically, you were always the one to have all the goods.

There’s one large blanket draped over your couch, the one that you and him share on nights like these. He’s a HUGE blanket hog, but you don’t mind it. Even if that means that you have to freeze your ass off to make sure that he feels safe and comfortable in your home. He deserves it, he deserves everything. If it wasn’t clear enough, you were definitely crushing hard on your best friend. As much as you tried to deny it, you simply couldn’t. You’re in love with this man and obsessed with everything he does. Unfortunately, only being best buddies would have to do for now.

About a half hour later than he was supposed to arrive, the door knocks. This was typical of him, so you weren’t bothered. After taking one last glance around the area and collecting yourself, you rush over to the door. You open it, and there he is. Your best friend, Eddie Munson.

His head of curls is tied back into a ponytail, his brown doe eyes are soft as he gives you his signature warm smile. It almost makes you wanna sink your teeth into his face because he’s so damn cute…in a good way.

“Sweetheart.”

You give him a smile back, leaning against the doorframe.

“Yeah?”

“...I forgot the beer.”

Curled up together, thighs against his thighs and your head rests against his shoulder. You lived for this. Moments like these were the ones you savored because you knew that one day, Eddie would find someone else. He would find someone else to cuddle with and hangout with one day, and it wouldn’t be you. You wanted it to be, but…things don’t work out. Your last boyfriend got a glimpse of your fangs, and he asked you about it, so you came clean…let’s just say that he’s the sole reason why you moved to Hawkins.

Part of you feels bad for not telling Eddie about your secret, he’s your best friend for God’s sake! But you promised your parents that you would be careful. And if you pissed them off, you’d be sent right back home. Even though you’re a grown adult, your parents had the last say in everything.

Eddie’s chomping away at the brownies you made him and watching the movie peacefully, his fingertips gently caress your forearm. In that moment, you prayed that his touch didn’t leave a trail of goosebumps. As you thought that, you felt a pleasant shiver roll down your arm. You’re about to excuse yourself to the bathroom to cool off until Eddie sits up.

He grabs the remote and turns off the tv which stops you from bolting to the bathroom, instead giving him a curious look.

“Didn’t like the movie?” You asked, looking up at him.

Eddie shakes his head, his head of curls whipping him right in the face. You try to hold back your laughter as he brushes it out of his face, and it’s the most awkward yet cutest thing you’ve ever seen. His ringed fingers go through his hair while he gives you that warm smile that he only saves for his closest friends. This guy didn’t know how pretty he actually was.

“Nah, it’s not that.” He replied, setting the tv remote on the table next to the couch the two of you were sitting on. “It’s been a while since we had one of these, I figured we could catch up.”

Your heart melts.

That should be the bare minimum of having a best friend, catching up with each other every second you got and checking up on each other. But you felt so helpless when it came to your feelings for Eddie.

“Alright.” You simply replied. “Let’s catch up.”

Eddie then fills you in on what’s been going on. There’s some girl (you already hate her) and apparently, she stood him up on his date to go and hook up with some guy in an alleyway.

“Who was it?!” You asked.

Eddie chomps on another brownie, giving you a smirk. “Steve Harrington, who else would it be?”

…that’s ironic.

You had caught Steve Harrington making out with some girl in an alleyway the night you attacked him.

Oh.

Your face flushes with embarrassment and you sink down into the couch, hiding your blush with a pillow. Thankfully, Eddie doesn't notice, and he continues talking.

"And weirdly enough, he got attacked by something almost right after." He added.

The fact that the "something" he was talking about was YOU made you feel bad, but you were lowkey happy because you got to hurt someone that hurt Eddie.

"What did he get attacked by?" You asked, acting as clueless as you can.

Eddie shrugged, brushing a few brownie crumbs from his shirt and onto the floor which you'll sweep up later.

"Well, I talked to Steve earlier today when I stopped by Family Video, and he had a bandage on his neck. He told me the last thing he remembered was seeing a pair of red eyes." He explained.

That's what most people usually remember when they get bit by a vampire. It's either a pair of red eyes or a dark figure. If they noticed anything else, you clearly did something wrong. If you aren't careful enough, you could end up getting yourself hurt...or even killed.

You're always careful.

"What do you think attacked him?" You asked, curiously.

Eddie was lost in thought for a moment, his ringed fingers tapping against the arm of the couch. This action made you sit up straight, holding the pillow in your lap.

What was he not telling you?

As his best friend, you knew the signs of when Eddie was hiding something.

His chocolate brown eyes are gazing down at his fingers, sometimes stealing a glance at the black screen of the television.

His other hand is fidgeting with the fabric of a white fluffy pillow, picking at the fur.

"...Eddie?"

The sound of your voice startles him as he looks up, giving you a sheepish look. "Sorry, lost in thought."

Eddie lets out the world's longest and dramatic sigh, his head falling into your lap as he looks up at you. Why did he have to be so damn cute?!

"You're so dramatic." You say, ruffling his hair a bit.

"And you love it." He retorts quickly, flashing you a cheeky grin.

"And I love you, Eddie Munson." is what you want to say, but you can't.

Instead of that, you simply roll your eyes and push him off of you. He lands on the ground with a soft thud, bringing the whole blanket down with him.

"Hey! I bought that blanket, y'know."

Eddie laughs, covering himself with the blanket. He wraps it around his whole body while keeping his eyes on you, that same cheeky grin stays on his face. "Come and get it."

You immediately rush down to the floor, trying to rip the blanket from his grasp. Eddie's surprisingly very strong, despite his lanky form. But your vampire strength gives you an advantage. The bad news is that if you went too hard, let's just say that you would actually rip the blanket.

The two of you play around for a bit, smiling, laughing and teasing each other before laying on the floor in a heap of breathy giggles. Your legs are tangled together, and the blanket is thrown somewhere around the two of you.

The silence is comfortable and content.

The moment was calm and quiet.

"...I think a vampire attacked Steve."

...never mind.

“Vampire?” You said, trying to sound as clueless as possible.

“Yeah, I mean, what else could it be? Plus, with all the shit we’ve been through, we shouldn’t rule it out too quickly.” Eddie explained.

You nodded along to his words, even though there was a pit forming in your stomach, filled with nervousness and dread.

The two of you sat in silence for a moment, absorbing the quietness. Hawkins was pretty peaceful at this time of night. You could hear the faint noises of cars passing by, but that was all the noise you could hear. Just as you’re about to close your eyes, you hear something.

Something out of Eddie’s mouth that makes your eyes go wide.

“Do ya think that getting bit by a vampire would feel good?”

…woah.

You sit up immediately, tilting your head to the side and giving him a confused look.

“Uh, no? It probably hurts like hell.”

Another moment of silence forms, and this time you’re not calm. You’re conflicted, confused yet curious all at the same time. Was Eddie into vampires? Everyone in Hawkins knew that Eddie was a freak, liking things that no other person would. But, honestly, having a biting kink was completely fine and normal.

But having a thing for VAMPIRES?

…it’s a problem considering the fact that YOU’RE a vampire.

You snap out of your thoughts, hearing a little rant from Eddie as he makes wild and dramatic gestures with his hands.

“But that’s the thing, would it hurt so bad that it would feel good? Imagine the mark it would leave afterwards, sweetheart. Did you not see Steve’s bandage? That shit was big.”

You can only reply by hitting him with a nearby pillow, earning a yelp and a glare from your best friend.

“Alright, you little masochist, it’s time for you to skedaddle.”

Usually Eddie would spend the night, but you can’t face him after what he had just said. You didn’t know if you could even control yourself from giving into his desires…and your own.

Eddie raises his hands in mock defense, getting up and grabbing his leather jacket from the back of the couch. He’s smiling, as if he hadn’t just told you that he wanted a vampire to bite into his skin and leave a mark.

You walk him to the door, as you always do, with your arms crossed and the chilly Hawkin’s air hits you almost immediately as you step outside. It’s a great way to cool off, especially after tonight.

Eddie pulls you into a hug, wrapping his arms around you.

His scent.

His fucking scent.

You close your eyes and lean into him, getting a whiff of his smell. This was definitely weird, but you couldn’t help it. Part of you wants to know what he tastes like, what he feels like…

…but you won’t ever know.

Clearing your throat, you break away from his embrace and watch him get into his car, giving him one final wave as he drives away in his truck. You can already hear the loud rock music slowly fading away in the distance.

“...fuck.”

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flumbliez · 2 years

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Could I request a criminals fic please? Where the reader is the youngest on the team (and Hotch kinda feels responsible for him) and they're going after the unsub, he's paired with Hotch and the reader ends up getting hurt and Hotch is a concerned dad™ (if you feel comfortable writing this)

Aaron Hotchner x Male Reader (Platonic)

Hello! So sorry for the late reply, I know it's been over a year, I didn't forget about you or anyone else in my ask box I just lost all motivation to write. However, I am back and better than ever! I hope this is to your liking, if it is not, please message me and I'll try to fix it as best as I can! I finished this at 5 am so please let me know if there are any spelling errors. Enjoy!

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*Warning: Canon Typical violence, swearing, hospitals

*He/Him pronouns

*Word count: 4574

*Aaron Hotchner x Male Reader (Platonic)

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The sun beat down on the team as they stood in the field examining the body of the newest victim. Napkins and handkerchiefs were used to mop up sweat as it poured down their necks, shirts were stuck to backs and water bottles were in high demand. Frustration was building up and tensions were high. This was the fifth body in two weeks, the locals were on edge and they had no new leads.

“These victims have nothing in common Hotch,” {Name} was visibly exhausted as he walked towards his superior. “Maria was a college student, Susanna was a lifeguard, Logan was a nanny, Tyler was retired, and,” he looked over to the mangled body that still layed on the side of the road, “he was in middle school at most.” The younger man rolled his shoulders to relieve some tension. He was antsy and irritated, he wanted to catch the unsub before anyone else could get hurt but they weren’t getting anywhere with the information the team had gathered.

Hotchner sighed as he took in the appearance of the team’s youngest. From the dirt clinging to the man’s sweaty arms to the way he was standing, he couldn’t help but feel a bit of sympathy for him. He looked defeated and tired, not ready to give up but definitely in need of a break. In the short time {Name} has been on the team, he had worked a lot harder than the rest to prove himself to the others. He stayed in the office later than everyone else, sometimes even later than Hotchner himself, just to get his paperwork done as soon as possible. He had made it his job to make sure everyone was in as high of spirits as they could be. While it had taken a while for the team to warm up to the idea of another agent joining their team, especially one that was as younger than Spencer, the resident team baby, they couldn’t picture the team without him now.

“Go back to the hotel, take a shower and get something to eat. We’ll go over the evidence again tomorrow when we can I.D. the boy.” Like always, Hotchner had sounded punctual and strict, but to someone who had known him long enough there was a distinct and faint fondness and sympathy in his voice.

“I can’t,” immediately opposed to the idea, {Name} stood up straighter and fixed his shirt in an attempt to look more composed. “We just got here, I’ve barely looked at the body, we haven’t had enough time to go over the crime scene in detail yet. We can’t just, go to bed now.”

“We aren’t,” Hotchner corrected him, “you are.” Before {Name} had the chance to rebel again, he carried on with his lecture. “You look exhausted {Name}, I can’t risk someone on my team being out of commission because he refuses to take care of himself.” {Name} was taken aback by this, not by Hotchner’s urge for him to go to the hotel, because his reasoning made sense; if he worked himself sick he wouldn’t be able to help his team, he would be useless, and the last thing he wanted to do was burden his team. What caught him off guard was hearing his first name. It wasn’t often that his boss would refer to anyone by their first name, especially while on a case.

The protests seemed to die in his throat as {Name} slouched back down and nodded. “Alright, but I expect a full report on everything first thing in the morning.” Hotchner nodded in agreement and {Name} turned away to leave. He took one last look at the body before sighing and getting in one of the team's SUVs to drive back to the hotel. He wasn’t exactly pleased that he had basically gotten scolded and sent to his room by his superior, but his fear of disappointing the team outweighed his pride so he conceded.

It was only once {Name} sat down on his hotel bed did he realize how tired he truly was. He quickly set an alarm on his phone before taking off his shoes and jacket and laying back. Despite being told to rest, he laid on the bed going over every piece of evidence the team had uncovered up until this point. The motive seemed to be all over the place, they had a small semblance of a clue at one point, but the new victim threw a wrench into all their ideas. {Name} kept brainstorming and coming up with new theories until he physically could no longer keep his eyes open or force his brain to focus. With no new workable theories, he fell asleep, still in his work clothes while his legs continued to hang off the bed.

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The rest of the night went by in a blur and soon enough {Name} had been startled awake by the sound of his alarm. A quick shower after he managed to pull himself out of bed washed away the sweat that accumulated on his skin over the night as well as the dirt that had remained clinging to him from the day before. He had only just finished adjusting his belt when his phone vibrated, he stumbled over to his bed to check the message. The text was from his boss urging him to arrive at the station as quickly as possible and had him trying to speed run putting on his shoes as he finished getting ready in a rush.

He didn't bother tying them as he grabbed the rest of his things and ran out the door, though he didn't get far before he tripped and fell. One of the hotel workers turned around as she heard the thud and stared at {Name} as he continued to lay on the ground in shame.

"Are you okay sir..?" She walked over cautiously, ready to call for security if something went wrong. The only response she got was a thumbs up and a groan. She would have helped him up, but she decided it was out of her pay grade and decided to leave the fallen man to his own devices.

Once left alone, {Name} moved to push himself up as he touched his cheek. With a hiss of pain, he pulled away his hand to see the faintest bit of blood. "Fuck, well that was embarrassing." His phone buzzed again, and after assuring his boss he was on his way, he tied his shoes and walked down the hall. This time, at a much slower pace.

He contemplated stopping for coffee as he left the building and called a cab, but Hotch’s message sounded urgent so he decided against it. The ride seemed to take forever, and {Name}’s leg was bouncing as he buzzed with nerves by the time they pulled up to the station. He gave the cab driver a considerable tip as he rushed out of the car and up the stairs to the building. He had taken only a few steps into the building before a vest was shoved into his hands by JJ and he was gestured back out of the building.

“What’s going on?” The vest was quickly secured as they made their way out of the building and to the SUVs.

"We got a hit on the unsub, Hotch will explain more in the car we don’t have much time.” JJ rushed him towards the first car in the line up before going back into the building to deal with the outrage ensuing in the station.

A manilla folder was placed into {Name}’s hands as he buckled himself in. A quick glance was thrown towards his team leader before he opened the folder and got to reading. The unsub was Jacob Daring, a white man in his 40s, unemployed and apparently had been turned down from every job he applied for. As he kept reading, Hotchner began relaying the more in depth information, “the reason we couldn’t find a connection between the victims is because there was none. They were all victims of opportunity.”

“Caught in the wrong place at the wrong time…” {Name} continued shuffling through the papers as they continued to the unsub’s house, merely minutes away now. “The interview dates line up with the killings, that’s the stressor? He gets rejected and takes his anger out on the next person he sees?”

“Precisely, the more rejections he received the more violent his attacks. We’ve managed to track him down to his apartment, Reid and Morgan are on the scene already working on negotiations. He’s got a hostage, Marium Lancing, 20 years old, he grabbed her from the street when he saw the police pull up.” The pair pulled up across the street from the unsub’s house, {Name} could see him pacing in the window, in between him and the window was the hostage. She was wrapped in duct tape with her mouth taped shut as well. As he and Hotchner made their way across the street to the rest of the team, he could see she was already injured, bleeding from the head somewhere.

“He’s not talking to us Hotch,” Derek accosted the two as they got near. “He won’t pick up the phone, last time we tried to call he got violent. The snipers can’t get a clear shot either, he’s too erratic, there’s too much in the way blocking the shot.” He let out a frustrated sigh as he gestured around, “what’s the plan boss?”

Hotchner looked around, taking in the building, observing the unsub as he paced, before shaking his head and sighing himself. “We need to send someone inside, someone to talk to him, get him to listen. He thinks the people he’s killed are the reason no one hired him, there’s no doubt he thinks she’s the reason he got caught.” He crossed his arms and looked at his team once more. “We can send Reid in, have him empathize with the unsub, maybe we can convince him to let her go.”

Derek nodded before heading over to Spencer, helping him gear up and informing him of the plans. {Name} busied himself with talking to the police on scene, they had gotten there before the bau did, so he assumed they would have a bit more information on the situation than his team did. Unfortunately he was sorely mistaken, the police had been anything but helpful since the team arrived to pick up the case, he didn’t know why he even bothered. As he walked back over to where his team was stationed he glanced over at the window, hoping to see how his colleague, and maybe friend, was fairing. He managed to find Spencer, standing off to the side, trying to talk the unsub into letting the girl go. {Name} stood there and watched for a few moments before he noticed Spencer quickly glance at him before looking back at the unsub, shaking his head.

{Name} looked from Spencer to the unsub and froze. He was staring back at him, wide eyed before it turned into a glare and he began to yell at Spencer. {Name} quickly made his way back over to his team only minutes before Spencer came back out of the building and rushed over. He could hear the unsub still yelling from inside as the door was left open.

“We have a problem.” Spencer began, speaking quickly and wringing his fingers together. “I was getting somewhere at first, he was starting to listen to me. But then, he looked out the window and got angry, he started yelling and saying I wouldn’t give him what, uhm, who he wanted.” He looked at the ground for a second, swallowing his nerves before looking back at Hotchner.

“Who does he want?” The entire group looked over at the house as a shoe was thrown at the window, effectively smashing it and making the yelling appear louder. “Who does he want Reid? We’re running out of time,” Hotchner stressed, ready to just go in himself to save the hostage.

“{Name}. He said he wanted {Name}. He didn’t say what for, he just kept saying he would only talk to {Name}.”

“No.” Hotchner immediately shut down the idea.

“I’ll go in.” {Name} said at the same time, pausing and looking over at his boss after they spoke over each other.

“Absolutely not.” Hotchner denied again, shaking his head. “You’ve never negotiated in a hostage situation, you’re not prepared for this. We also don’t know why he wants you out of everyone. It’s too risky, we’ll figure something else out. Morgan, do the snipers have a shot?”

“Negative boss.”

“I can do it!” {Name} tightened his vest and stood up straighter. This was his chance, his moment to prove himself to the team. While yes, he’s been involved in negotiations before, it had never been up to him to save the day. The team still treated him as if he would break being under pressure, this was his chance to prove to them he could do it. Not to mention there was the chance that the unsub would kill the hostage if he didn’t go. He had shown that he was unwilling to bargain up until now, it would be stupid to give up the opportinuty to free the girl now.

“No, you can’t.” {Name} sighed as Hotchner, once again, shut him down.

“What choice do we have? There is a life on the line, we don’t know how much longer he will be willing to wait before this ends in a murder suicide. If we send someone else in it might trigger him to kill one last time, that’s not a chance we can take.” He tried his best to reason with the unit chief, as he looked around at the rest of the team gathered there he could see them, reluctantly, agreeing with him.

They stood there in silence for a few moments before a pan flying out the window brought them back to the issue at hand. “Fine, but I’m coming in with you, you’re not going in alone.”

“Deal.”

As they walked up to the door together, Hotchner tried his best to prepare {Name} for whatever was about to happen. “If the unsub tries to get you to leave my line of sight, don’t let him. If he comes at you, step out of the way and let me deal with him.” {Name} opened his mouth, ready to defend his capabilities before he quickly shut it at the look Hotchner gave him. “I know you can defend yourself, but only one of us carries a gun.”

They both paused outside the door, taking a moment to collect themselves before they headed inside, {Name} in the lead. “Jason Daring? My name is {Full Name}, I am with the FBI, you said you wanted to talk to me?” He slowly crept into the doorway that connected the living room to the hallway, hands raised in the air. He fought back a flinch as Jason violently turned to him, pointing a standard kitchen knife at him. “Can you put the knife down?” He knew Jason wouldn’t, he was too paranoid to drop his defenses too easily, however the question alerted Hotchner, who was standing to the side out of view, that he was armed.

“No, no no!” Jason screamed at him. “You,” he walked over to his hostage, pulling her out of the chair and using her as a cover while holding the knife to her throat, “are not in the position to be making demands.”

“You’re right, I’m sorry” {Name} apologized, he watched as the unsub relaxed his grip on her hair, seemingly calming down a fraction at the lack of authority {Name} presented. “You wanted to talk right? Why don’t we talk?”

“Drop your weapons.” Jason retightened his grip on the girl and gestured with his head to {Name}.

“I don’t have any weapons.”

“Bullshit.” He spit out. “Don’t LIE TO ME!” {Name} took a breath to steady himself as he slowly reached for his pockets, turning them inside out.

“I am not allowed to carry a gun, and I do not have any other type of weapons on me, I promise. I just want to talk.” {Name} spoke calmly and slowly, fearing that any other type of reaction would trigger a negative response. He could see Hotchner slowly pull out his gun and get into position, ready to shoot if the situation escalated.

“That's not all you want. You don’t care about me, all you want is this stupid bitch to walk free from her crimes!” Jason began to rant, flailing his arm that still held the knife as he yelled. “You think I don’t know?! Do you think I’m stupid?” He let go of the hostage, too caught up in his yelling to fully comprehend his surroundings.

{Name} paused and refrained from making any sudden movements that would alert the unsub to look over at him. He turned his attention over to the hostage and motioned for her to slowly try to make her way over.

“I do care Jason, I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t care. You’re not stupid, we can talk this out if you let us talk.” Jason still hadn’t realized his hostage was escaping, he might have never realized if she hadn’t tripped on her way out, falling into a wall before simply running out the door. At the bang, Jason finally turned his attention back to the scene at hand and was outraged.

“You fucking bitch!” Jason threw the knife on the ground as he reached into his waistband and pulled out a gun no one knew he had before. Before he could even process what was going on, searing pain overtook {Name}’s senses as two bullets struck him in the shoulder and he dropped to the floor. He hadn’t heard the bangs, he hadn’t even registered the pain until he was already on the ground and felt the blood on his hand as he touched his shoulder. He felt like he was drifting in a bubble, he had never been shot before, the feeling was foriegn and unwelcomed. He was vaguely aware of Hotchner stepping next to him and firing two shots at the unsub before he also dropped to the ground to check on his youngest subordinate.

The rest of the team had rushed into the building, alerted by the first gunshot. Derek rushed past the two on the floor and grabbed hold of the unsub, holding him to the ground as he tried to make his escape. Only one of Hotchner’s bullets hit him. Spencer had rushed back outside to alert the police they needed an ambulance and to help JJ, who had arrived while {Name} was inside, console the hostage. Emily stayed with {Name} and Hotchner, helping to suppress the bleeding and keep {Name} awake until the ambulance arrived. She glanced up from where her hands were pressed against the wound and looked at her boss, he had not said a word to any of them since the gunfire.

They continued to sit there in silence until the ambulance arrived, EMTs quickly carried him onto a stretcher and into the ambulance. The vehicle did not linger long before rushing off, {Name} had already lost a lot of blood by the time they had arrived and they had to rush to ensure he wouldn’t lose much more. The team watched the ambulance drive away until it had turned a corner and they lost sight of it. Few words were exchanged between them as they wrapped up the crime scene, Spencer and Emily headed back to the precinct as JJ spoke to the press and Hotchner and Derek followed after the ambulance. When they got to the hospital they were told it would be a few hours before {Name} would be surgery, one of the bullets hadn’t come out and was stuck in his arm, but the doctors were hopeful for a full recovery. Luckily the other one was a clean shot, with a few stitches and enough time to heal all that would be left would be a scar.

Over the next few hours, the rest of the team began to show up one by one. Derek had returned to the hotel to shower and change his clothes, he had brought a change of clothes for Hotchner, and {Name}, on his return as the older man refused to leave the hospital. The team, in fresh clothes and slightly better spirits, took their seats and waited together to hear any news about {Name}.

It was a few hours after everyone had gotten settled that a nurse and doctor came back out to greet them. “Hello, I hope you are all doing well today. There was a slight complication with surgery, but nothing that should affect the recovery process. We will need to keep him here for the next few days to monitor his vitals, he had lost a lot of blood upon revival. We were able to recover what was lost, but he may still feel the effects of the blood loss when he wakes up. He is on strong pain medication right now, but we will gradually wean him off over the course of the next few days.” The doctor paused and let the group absorb the information.

“Is he allowed visitors?”

“We can only allow one person in his room right now, though I would like to warn you he is still asleep Mr..?”

“Aaron Hotchner,” he stood up and reached out to shake the doctor’s hand. “I am the unit chief of the BAU.”

“FBI right?” The doctor shook his hand as Hotchner answered his question with a nod. “Would one of you like to go see him?”

Hotchner glanced over at his team and gave them a moment to speak up, when none of them did, he nodded his head and turned back to the doctor. “I will.” The doctor nodded and gestured to the nurse before they broke away from the group as the nurse led Hotcher to {Name}’s room. As predicted, the young man was still asleep when they had stepped into the room. The nurse checked his vitals one last time before she left the room to give Hotchner privacy. He looked back as the door clicked shut, but only for a moment before he focused his sight back on his agent in the hospital bed. He looked much better now than he did earlier, bleeding out on the floor of a dirty, rundown house. The colors of life were back in his face, gone was the sickly pale that had taken over previously.

Hotchner took a seat next to the bed and back heavily in the chair he was in. The tension bled from his shoulders as the steady beat of the heart monitor persisted. He didn’t know how long he had been sitting there, eyes closed, listening to the beeping until the sound of movement caught his attention.

“Hotch?” The voice was quiet and scratchy, but nonetheless {Name}’s. “Did we get ‘im?” He blearily looked over at Hotchner, he was not able to fully make out who he was seeing, but he had no doubt about who he was talking to.

“Yeah,” Hotchner responded after taking a moment to compose himself, “we did. How are you feeling {Name}?” He spoke softly, in such an affectionate and caring way {Name} had to do a double take as he suddenly doubted he was talking to the same man. It was out of character for the strict, focused, and “married to his job” Aaron Hotchner to speak to one of his colleagues with such softness of tone.

“I’m okay, I think.” {Name} wiped his eyes with his uninjured arm and pushed himself to sit up more. He glanced around the room before taking in all the tubes and wires attached to him. “Shit, they’ve got me on the good stuff huh?” He laughed to himself for a moment, ignoring the slight pain it caused, before he caught himself. “Oh um, sorry Hotch.” He looked back over at his boss, surprised to see the slight smile on his face.

“I’m glad you’re doing better. You gave us a real scare, you know?”

“I’m sorry, really account for the hostage tripping, or for the unsub to have a gun, or for me to get shot.. I guess I wasn’t as prepared as I thought I was.” {Name} sighed, guilt flooded his system as he recounted the events in his head. He had put his team under unnecessary stress all because he wasn’t ready for the task he took on. “You were right, I wasn’t ready. I’m so sorry.” The guilt combined with the pain medication did not do much to stop the tears that came cascading from {Name}’s eyes, dropping onto the hospital blanket in his lap.

“Hey, {Name}, it’s okay,” Aaron stood up and reached over, wrapping his arms around the crying man in a hug. “As much as we try, we can’t be prepared for everything, mistakes and accidents happen. We’re just happy you’re alright. We caught the unsub, the hostage got out unharmed and is now back with her family.” He hesitated before continuing, “we know how important you are to the functionality of the team, {Name}. You don’t have to prove yourself to us, you already have.”

{Name} wiped his tears and looked up at Aaron, of course he would know what the whole thing truly was about, they weren’t top profilers for nothing. Though they had an agreement to not profile each other on the team, it was only natural for them to do it anyway, it is human nature to want to know what is unknown. “That’s not,” {Name} tried to deny the claims but decided it wasn’t worth it, too drained from everything that had happened. It’s not like it wasn’t true anyways, he wanted to prove that he can be reliable, he wanted to show that he belonged on the team like everyone else.

“We’ve all been the new guy on the team, all of us. We’ve all tried to prove our worth, to show that we are important to the structure, that we can provide something no one else can.” Aaron pulled back from the hug and sat on the edge of the bed instead. “I know you want to prove yourself to me, I wish it was in less dangerous ways but.. you have already shown that this team needs you. We wouldn’t be able to function as well as we do if you were there, just like if Reid wasn’t there or Morgan wasn’t there. We all bring something to the team, we’re all essential in our own way.”

{Name} took a few breaths to calm himself before he looked back up at Aaron and held his pinkie out to him. “Promise?”

Aaron rolled his eyes with a fond smile. It was childish, a pinkie promise, but sometimes we have to do childish, silly things for those we love. He interlocked his pinkie with {Name}’s and promised. Promised that he had value on the team, promised that the team needed him just as much as he needed the team. He promised that he would protect him, like a father would his son.

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dabisbratz · 1 year

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OKAY IM NOT A WRITER BY ANY MEANS SO CUT ME SOME SLACK BUT I WANTED TO WRITE A LITTLE CHOSO THINGY EHEHDJWN

After struggling for embarrassingly long to get your keys out of your pocket and unlock your apartment door, you sluggishly drag your feet through the door and close the door behind you with more force than necessary. You let out a long, exhausted sigh and you set your bag and keys down onto the counter. You kick your shoes off, not caring where they land on the floor. Your entire body feels so heavy, and your brain is pounding from a killer headache. Sleeping has never sounded better.

Your coworker definitely owed you for the amount of shifts you covered for them; you were too nice to decline when they asked you to even though you know you'll always feel like crap after. But you also feel angry at yourself: why would you agree to work longer when you're already swamped with school? Why can't you just let yourself relax? You drag yourself over to the kitchen where you notice a few dishes in the sink and the trash you need to take out.

But before you can take the trash bag out, from the bedroom, you hear a deep voice say, "Y/n? My love? Are you home?"

Even though you feel perturbed, something about hearing Choso's voice instantly makes you feel a little better. His voice never fails to make you feel this weird feeling of warmth and comfort, and he doesn't even seem to realize it. You walk into the bedroom's doorframe, smiling weakly at him. "Hi Cho. 'm home, was just about to clean up a little around the place." He sets down the book he's reading and smiles back at you. You can see his mocha eyes widen a bit in concern after he observes how tired you look. He sits up and extends his arms out towards you.

"My poor baby. Come here. Relax for a minute."

"But I need to finish my end of the chores first... I need to

"Please, honey, don't worry about those right now. I'll take care of them later," he says calmly.

"But I'm sure you're tired from your sorcery stuff, my job isn't nearly as hard as yours, I can do it... I'm just gonna really quickly-"

"Y/n. I promise you it will be fine if you hold off on it for a little." Choso is looking at you in a way that's like he's pleading you to just take a breather. You know he's right, but you don't want to burden him with the tasks that were technically your responsibility.

You sigh again, going to sit on his lap, your chests up against one another as you rest your cheek against his shoulder and wrap your arms loosely around his torso. He immediately hums deeply, securely wrapping his arms around your waist. You can feel the vibration from his humming and it makes you feel more at ease.

"'M sorry Cho, I just had a long day," you mumble against his shirt.

He turns his head to give you a soft kiss on your temple, silently telling you that he understands and you have nothing to be sorry for. You feel like crying, like you don't deserve someone so understanding. You feel like crying because of how stressed you are. How overworked you are. How worthless you feel. So you do, you let your tears that feel like they're burning your eyes build up and fall onto both you and Choso's shirt.

Choso can't stand to see you cry, but he knows that he has to be strong for you right now. So he rubs your back with one hand, as he slowly moves your hair out of your face with another. You look up at him through your blurry tear filled eyes, and immediately want to bury your face back into his shoulder. You ball your fists up and clutch onto his shirt like it's the only thing keeping you safe, and like it will make you feel less any vulnerable.

"Shh, sweet boy, don't be embarrassed. I understand. You can cry all you want, 'm here, honey."

Eventually you calm down and go to kiss him, which he happily returns. You whisper a soft, "Thank you, Cho" as he hums again, giving you a tissue that you gestured for. You shift in his lap, suddenly feeling the urge to want to relieve your stress in another way.

Like always, Choso can read you like a book. But he wants to be a bit of a tease today, so he just asks, "Something wrong, y/n?"

"I- want you to.. to..." you're choking on your words. You hate having to beg like this. You lean back so you can see Choso's face, which he has an eyebrow cocked up in curiosity.

"Take care of me Choso. Please." You can feel your face turning red and you wish you could hide, looking to the side so you don't have to see the smug face he's undoubtedly making.

But Choso finds it adorable, smiling and nodding. "Of course, my love." He gently flips you over so your back is now leaning against his chest, and you feel dizzy just thinking about how effortless that movement was for him. You hate how your brain turns into mush whenever he shows you just how strong he is. His muscular arms and rough hands lifting you or caressing you gets your dick so hard, and it's frustrating how easily he can make you such a slut.

But when you feel his large, slightly rough hand snake up under your shirt, you stop caring about anything else and focus on the pleasure. He gently squeezes your pecs, pressing sweet kisses against your neck and jawline. Your breath hitches as he suddenly switches from kisses to marking your neck with big hickeys instead.

The moan you let out as he unexpectedly starts rubbing your nipple catches you both off guard, but Choso continues his ministrations. You can feel your cock aching, and your overwhelmed brain tells you to guide your hand over to it to provide some temporary relief. You try, but Choso uses his other hand to hold your wrists together.

"Just be patient f' me, baby. I promise I'll take good care of you. Make you feel so good." He gives you another kiss, this time on the cheek, and lifts your shirt off. You glance down and see his hand twisting and stimulating your nipple, and with the combined pleasure you feel from said stimulation, let out a loud whine and buck your hips forward. As if that's the response he was waiting for, Choso lets go of your wrists and pulls down your work pants and boxers. You throw your head back and let out a loud moan your neighbors are sure to hear as you feel Choso's hand cup around your cock. It feels like it's throbbing, begging for release. Your eyes involuntarily go cross eyed as he moves his hand up and down your length. Squeezing just the right amount and deliciously smearing the precum back around the tip.

"Y-yes! Fuck, Cho- yes... please, please! 'Been so good, wanna cum for you, be a good boy f' you!" God, you can't even believe how good he makes you feel. He hasn't even been doing this for long and you already feel like the knot inside your stomach will snap. He lets out another deep hum, rumbling throughout you and making you whimper, as you look down at his hand that's slowed its pace stroking you.

He removes his hand, making you immediately let out a bratty sounding whine, as you feel his hand gently guide your hand to your dick. He places his hand on top of yours, ready to guide you. "That's it honey, make yourself cum for me, yeah?"

You can't tell if it's Choso's hand that's making yours move or if you are moving your own hand, but you watch as your dick starts leaking more precum onto your hand, and you feel the urge to speed up.

"Close! Close! Oh my god, oh, fuck! Cho, 'm so close, please!" You feel him lean forward a little, his lips pressed against your neck again, and you can feel his lips move up into a smile.

"Go ahead, my sweet little boy. Cum for me." Almost instantaneously your back arches and you're cumming all over his hand and yours, breaths sporadic as you try to come down from your high. You softly whimper and moan until you're finished, guiding Choso's cum covered fingers into your mouth to clean them off. Caught off guard by this, he lets out a groan and gently moves you to lay down next to him.

Still sounding out of breath, you croak, "Thank you." He kisses your forehead and walks out to get a washcloth to clean you up. He dresses you into more comfortable clothing, and makes you drink some water and eat a little something before letting you go to bed.

As the two of you snuggle next to each other, you pull down your boxers and grab his cock, guiding it towards your hole. You let out a groan as the stretch burns a bit on account of being too impatient to prep yourself first. Choso says you don't need to cockwarm him if you don't want to, not wanting you to overexert yourself, but you sleepily reassure him that you don't mind. You shift and finally take him in entirely, feeling him reach one arm over and interlocking your fingers together.

You and him both know that the dishes still need to be done and the trash still needs to be taken out, but right now, you two could care less about that. You just want to feel safe and loved in each other's arms (and quite literally inside each other.)

-🧌

THEUSIS SO FYCKUN GOOD HES HES HES HES LIKE THE SWEETEST SOFT DOM EVERRRRR THIS IS SOSOSOOSNXUTE HE JUS KISSES AWAY YOUR TEARS N SLOWLY THRUSTS <3333 N THE AFTERCAREEE JUS ABOVE N BEYOND he’s so cute this is so cute mgonna explode i need him. in my bed. rn. immediately.

#choso is definitely big but doesn’t know it.#like he’s all bashful n shy about it #but then has your toes curling n back arching?????#m he’s like.. oh!#gets a little carried away cause he wants to hear more sounds from you #he’s so cute…#toybox—🧌

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You alright? ~ c!Technoblade

Summary: Techno lost a fight, he has to make it up to his pride for letting you see him like that.

Word count: 1.3k

Pairing: c!Technoblade / gn!reader

Warnings: mentions of blood

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The floor whined painfully, every step paced by was wearing down the glossy varnish.

Four hours, it had been four hours past the time he was supposed to be back, and the sinking feeling in your stomach seemed to sink you further down the hardwood beneath your feet, quiet footsteps slowly turned into a quick, worried pace, stomping down your heel harder with every passing thought. You tried sitting down, taking down the clock, every distraction under your roof, and each time without fail, it would only take a few minutes before you began to circle the entire room in a worried haze.

After an eternity of spiraling in and out of paranoia, the door finally swung open, your head turning with inhuman speed, half expecting Phil to burst in and confirm every fear you’ve created for yourself in the past four hours. But it wasn’t, long, peach pink hair beamed back at you, a brightness in the mess you were about to notice.

As your eyes trailed down his body, the blood stains only grew in size, a thick red coat on both his hands and a matching blemish on his chest, beneath his now torn-up shirt. His breathing was frantic, eyes widened at your presence, and maybe losing battles hurt his ego, but nothing could compare to how he scathed at the sight of you.

Racing against him as he took a step back, about to turn and exit, hide until he's well and pretend you never saw him wounded; you pushed past him, the dark wood unforgiving once you jumped to slam your back up to it, painfully but effectively closing the door you had been willing to be open the entire afternoon. Head-turning to the side, his eyes sent a deathly stare your way for a moment before they followed the motion, scanning the surroundings he's witnessed at least a million times.

You scoffed at his behavior, not only was he hurt, he was being arrogant too, tension thicker than the crimson still spilling through his grip. “What the hell happened?” you took a step forward, but slow like the ones you’d take near a dangerous animal, as to not set them off, not wanting to set him off either. Physically, the man supposed to be the bigger person was now sulking back, avoiding the direct eye contact you were trying so hard to establish, to get him to speak about how he got to this state.

Minutes passed like hours as you waited for a response from him, only for him to sound a quick “Lost.” followed by a shrug, unclear if he meant to shrug at the self explanatory wounds, or to shake off the defeat. “Lost?” dragged out and mumbled you acknowledge his hesitation, urging him to speak to you. And yet he caught no hints, shoulders raised and eyes wide he shook his head at you, signaling a loss of words. “Right,” growing impatient you spoke again, determined to at least help the man before you, no matter how capable he might be, “take a seat,” you gestured to the couch, careful not to leave the doorway before it was safely out of his reach.

He sat down, quiet and avoidant, yet he leaned in your touch like it was the last. You slipped the cape back first, examining his back for any further injury, relieved at the blank white woven cashmere. A nervous tap emerged from below, his knee bouncing in a worried rhythm, heightening the stress of the situation in an almost taunting manner. Your brows furrowed at the action, in a frantic attempt to decipher the attitude he was having with you. “Take this off.” tugging at the shirt, and yet again met with a silent compliant Technoblade.

Once you had the space to assess the damage, a warm, damp cloth cleaned up the seeping blood down the left side of his ribcage, alongside some splatter here and there. The next step was disinfection, only if you got the deep gash to halt the rapid flow, coming to the only viable momentary solution. He got a warning first, partially still asking for permission to hurt him further in the name of remedy, “I need to stop your bleeding.” you already had the folded material on him, hesitating to press it down, doubt fading once he nodded, adjusting in his seat.

As soon as pressure pushed against his wound, his body jolted, wincing for a split second, but he refused to let it show, a slow, noticeably shaky breath exhaled instead. You heard it, guilty conscience tightening its hold on your guts, pulling you away from him. Your hands hovered patiently, waiting for his pain to subside so you could continue the work. He seemed unfazed, looking straight up at you, what was once a sharp glare softened to a frightened, almost disappointed look, something inside him wished he didn’t flinch, but alas. Sparks set off where your hands had been, skin burning for more, cooled down by the missing warmth of your touch against it.

“Sorry.”

He nodded again, not breaking his silence. Despite his best efforts to stay in line, and keep the stoic act up, the thump against his chest seemed to quicken with every gentle move you made.

There was a warmth he couldn’t decipher, almost melting him inside, at least that’s what he felt, your fingers left indents on his heart like silver on ice. What he didn’t quite catch was your own flustered shake, slightly twitching as you swiped alcohol-soaked cotton across his flaming skin. He never showed any further reactions, only tightening his jaw every once in a while, unnoticeable to any other, tell-tale sign he was silently taking it all to keep whatever part of his dignity he felt necessary.

While you finished pinning down the bandage you wrapped he pulled his hips back, sitting straight, eyes focused on the way you carefully puppeteered the thin metal between the tight netting. In a moment of pride, you shot up quickly, standing up from your previous crouch just a little too fast, your vision closing in before you could admire the work you spent so long on. In the split second your brain looped you out of reality, your body found itself losing balance, falling forward and into the well-prepared hands of the man who had just minutes ago put his pain in yours. His forearms pulled you toward him, sitting back down, his hands floating parallel to your lower back, the heat his hands exuded pinpointing their location for you.

Once the static lifted off your vision you realized what had happened, looking down at the way your legs stretched across his lap, and though it’s never happened before, you found yourself comfortable in his embrace. He gulped hard, the sound catching your attention “You alright?” the signature egotistical smize had returned to his face, already glowing at the fact he got to save you too.

You smiled at him, well aware of his recovered honor, only nodding at him as he had done to you. Beginning to stand up, and away from his hold, you tried your luck in getting away from him. But he wouldn’t let you get to freedom so easily, pulling you back down instantly, which got him a huff and side eye from you, enough to keep him entertained. “Let’s sit a while hm?” his touch now finally present where it was supposed to be, his thumb moved back and forth soothingly, a subconscious effort to win you over. Considering it was the first compound sentence he had said to you in a long while, you gave in without a second thought, nestling in his shoulder, closest to his neck.

It wasn’t long until you felt his jaw press against the crown of your head, the weight of his comforting you further. “Thank you, by the way.” his voice hummed against your hair, you kept your silence going, accepting his gratitude with a content sigh, savoring the time you spent like that.

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a/n: this is a wip that's been in the works for a while, I couldn’t bring myself to finish it in these past few weeks, but it’s done now, enjoy!!

#technoblade #c!techno #dsmp techno #technoblade fanfic #technoblade x reader #technoblade x you #technoblade imagine #dsmp #dsmp fanfic #mcyt #mcyt fanfiction #mcyt x reader

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librathefangirl · 10 months

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A Debt to Pay - Chapter 2

ao3 (Chapter 2/3; 2/4k+)

Febuwhump Day 19: "You deserve this".

Warnings: Blood and Injury, Torture, Kidnapping.

At long last: chapter 2!! ;D

It should be noted that this fic does not follow canon timeline. The defeat of the Demon King has happened, but Escanor is still alive and the whole chaos thing with Merlin has not happened.

Read Chapter 1 here! Read Chapter 2 on ao3 or under the cut!

In hindsight, Meliodas had not thought this one through. At all. Not that he would have changed anything given the chance. He stood by his decision. There was no way he could have actually let Gowther go through with that stupid plan of his. Confronting – going off alone! – with a demon who wanted to kill you was insanity. Maybe that made Meliodas the biggest hypocrite around, but he didn’t care. He was the captain; Gowther was his responsibility. He was not about to let him kill himself.

That being said, Meliodas probably should have put a little bit more thought into this – thought about what would happen after he got Gowther out of harm’s way. Galvina certainly had. There was no improvising on her part. She’d had a solid plan going into this from start to finish, the only thing that had changed was him for Gowther. For what it was worth, that meant Meliodas’ plan had worked. Now he just needed to figure out the end of the story.

A lot easier said than done. At least if you were looking for a happy ending. The moment they had stepped through the portal, Galvina had slapped a pair of handcuffs around Meliodas’ wrists. It was a solid pair, well-made and high quality. Thick but light, the black-ish metal glinting ominously in the light of the sun. Recognition pricked at his mind; he knew these cuffs. To Meliodas there seemed to be a hum to them, but he knew that was his imagination. He did know this kind of cuffs, they were completely silent to those around them. He’d never actually been on this side of them before. The moment they had shut around his nest, he’d felt the pull and grip of them; the feeling that there should have been a hum louder than a wasp’s nest. They’d been crafted by a demon with the intent to be used against his own kind, as was the Demon King’s wish – a pair of handcuffs capable of inhibiting even the demon clan’s powers.

Guess he wasn’t going to fight his way out of this one.

“Where are we?” Meliodas asked, looking over his shoulder at Galvina. The only response he got was Galvina glaring at him and shoving him harshly to keep him moving. Meliodas resisted the urge to roll his eyes and instead looked around as they continued their walk. If he were to guess they’d entered one of the pocket dimensions existing in-between the human and demon realms. They weren’t widely known – although most things regarding the demon realm weren’t widely known amongst the humans – but easily accessible if you knew the right way. Truth be told, Meliodas was relieved. He hadn’t been in the Demon Realm in 3,000 years. He wasn’t sure he was ready to go back there just yet. He especially didn’t want to make that trip with a demon criminal who planned to kill him.

– X –

Fine. I accept your deal. I guess he has learned his lesson about following orders now. So, I’ll take my justice with you. Let’s go!

It felt like Gowther was trapped in a Nightmare Teller.

Don’t leave.

Except this wasn’t some crafted nightmare.

You’re gonna be okay.

This wasn’t a nightmare at all.

Is-... Is this goodbye?

This was all real.

I hope not .

An unalterable reality crafted by Gowther’s own actions.

Look after the others for me, will you?

“Are you okay?”

Gowther startled at Elizabeth’s question. He blinked repetitiously, his focus returning to the present. It didn’t feel any less like a nightmare. Elizabeth sat down beside him, meeting his gaze with a weak smile and eyes glistening with unshed tears. Gowther looked down at the floor. She was worried about him. She shouldn’t be – if anything, she should be blaming him.

“I’m fine. Merlin fixed me.”

Elizabeth shook her head, “That’s not what I meant. How are you feeling?”

Gowther didn’t want to think about that. For once, he didn’t want to understand, he didn’t want to feel it at all. He wished he could look at this without any feeling. Maybe he would still have come to the same conclusion his heart was. The facts pointed to one thing.

“This is all my fault.”

“No,” Elizabeth immediately insisted. “It’s not, Gowther. I know that for certain.”

“How?” Gowther watched as she took his hand in hers, a warm feeling slowly starting to spread through him at her kindness and attempt to comfort. “You weren’t there.”

“Because I know Meliodas.” Gowther looked up at her face just in time to see a tear slide down her cheek. “Because this is what he does. Always has been.”

A soft smile graced Elizabeth’s lips as she looked off to the side. Her gaze turned distant, trapped in memories long ago; maybe back in those early days with Meliodas, maybe somewhere in the multitude of lifetimes they’d shared since.

“Whatever happens,” Elizabeth squeezed his hand gently, “Meliodas will try to protect the people who matter the most to him, no matter the cost. Especially if it’s his own life.”

Her words hung heavy in the air between them. Logically, Gowther saw the truth in them. He might not have known Meliodas through all the lifetimes Elizabeth had, but he still knew him. Meliodas, who’d made himself a traitor to his own kind and family, to fight by Elizabeth’s side. Meliodas, who’d almost turned himself into the one thing he didn’t want to become, to end the curse and save Elizabeth from more suffering. Meliodas, who’d tried to face the Demon King alone, to keep the others away and not have them risk their lives for him any further.

“But,” Elizabeth continued with another reassuring squeeze. “We will find him.”

The tears still shone in Elizabeth’s eyes, yet her gaze was steely. She held her head high, any trace of fear gone from her face. She looked the epitome of the princess she was raised as, but also every bit the goddess who had dared to stand against the gods. Gowther didn’t have to look in her mind to know that whatever doubt she still held was now locked away tightly. To her, there was only one end to this.

Gowther envied her confidence; the refusal to believe this might end in tragedy. The future was too uncertain, the factors too many. Galvina’s behavior alone foretold a different outcome. She was explosive in her actions, driven by her thirst for revenge almost to the point of madness. At the same time, she was determined too; she knew what she wanted and how to get it. She was not about to let anything get in her way. Gowther wasn’t sure they would find Meliodas in time.

– X –

The destination of their journey turned out to be a cross between a cave and an old cottage, or an old wooden cottage jammed into the cracks of a mountain. It seemed a perfect match for Galvina; cold, callous, and firmly stuck in the past. Galvina wasted no time shoving Meliodas inside. As soon as they entered, Meliodas felt the drop in temperature. If he’d been human, he would probably have been shivering. As it was, the low temperature just burned across his skin. The wound on his arm felt especially hot, like a small fire dug into his flesh. When the door shut behind them, Galvina didn’t even bother to lock it. Not that it really mattered. Galvina quickly dragged Meliodas to the wall opposite the door. His back was slammed roughly against the wall, the cuffs threatening to break the skin on his wrists as Galvina attached them to a dangling hook hanging from the ceiling.

Meliodas’ new position strained painfully through his shoulders and back. No matter how much he stretched, the height of the hook left his feet barely touching the ground, forcing his cuffed wrists to support most of his weight. His cut arm had gone from a small burn to sending ripples of fire throughout his body. Meliodas breathed harshly through his nose, trying to let the new pains wash over him. Once they were firmly shoved to the back of his mind, he redirected his attention to Galvina again.

She had started pacing. A small dust cloud followed in her steps, the sound of them echoing in the small room. Her hands moved quickly in harsh jerking movements. The fluidity she had shown earlier in the fight was all gone now. Similarly, Meliodas could feel himself losing the confidence he’d had when initially confronting Galvina. Though, truth to be told, that confidence had been more of the failure-is-not-an-option variety than the this-is-gonna-end-well kind. Meliodas had always been confident in his own ability; he’d also learned quickly how to be confident even when he wasn’t. A part of him had known this wouldn’t end well, but he had known he could keep Gowther from taking the fall for it too. Gowther was his responsibility, and so was Galvina. As the leader of the Ten Commandments, he was the one who deserved her rage.

Galvina finally came to a stop in front of him, her jaw clenched so tight Meliodas would have worried for her teeth – that was if she hadn’t been plotting his painful demise that very second. For a moment, they both just stared at each other. The only sounds in the room were the slight rattle of the hook’s chain and their strained breathing; Meliodas’ from the position he’d been forced into, Galvina’s from poorly suppressed emotions.

“Don’t you have anything to say for yourself?”

Meliodas tilted his head to the side, taking her in. Her jaw was still clenched enough to make her words sound sharp and forced. The tension running through the rest of her body was almost palpable. Meliodas was in no position to oppose her, not with the restraints hindering his movements and powers. Right now, all he had were his words.

“What exactly do you want me to say, Galvina?”

Her eyes flashed, miasma leaking out from her like a physical manifestation of her hatred; “That you regret ruining my life!”

Regret… Right. Galvina saw herself as the only victim here. She was putting all the blame on the Demon King and those following his rule. She wasn’t wrong about that, nor about Meliodas’ part in this – but she was also completely disregarding the pain she herself had caused, the civilians’ lives she had ruined. Just like she had been about to do all over again, attacking Gowther for something that hadn’t been his choice.

On one hand, Meliodas could appease her rage, feign a confession for all his wrongdoings, and apologize for even the parts he didn’t regret. This whole ordeal would probably be a lot less painful for him if he did. On the other hand, it wasn’t in Meliodas’ nature. He had learned a long time ago not to let others scare him into submission, even if they had power over him – and Galvina had the power to kill him today. Meliodas hadn’t been born as the most feared demon; he had grown up around demons who were stronger than him, bigger than him, older than him. Even if Meliodas couldn’t do anything to defend himself, he wasn’t about to just submit to her either. If he did he was telling her she was right, and then there would be nothing stopping her from taking her revenge on Gowther as well. Meliodas could only trust that she would honor their deal for as long as he was still alive. He could pray she’d stick to it even after his death, but he couldn’t count on it. By then at least the others should be all caught up. They would keep Gowther safe.

“You don’t want me to say that,” Meliodas responded at last.

“Do NOT tell me what I want!”

“You don’t just want me to say it, you want me to actually regret it. But I don’t. I told you before, Galvina, I’d do it all again.”

She didn’t explode at that like Meliodas had expected she would. Not that it meant that her reaction was any safer for him. Meliodas was well aware of the all-silent kind of wrath, and just how deadly it could be.

Galvina leaned closer, her breath blowing in his face with every hissed word, “I will make you regret it.”

Yeah, this isn’t going to end well , Meliodas thought to himself as Galvina turned around. She walked over to the wall to the left with determined steps.

The room they were in was scarcely furnished. To the right of where Meliodas was hanging were the bare necessities: a bed, a chair, and a table with the remains of a meal. On the other side, the wall that Galvina had approached buckled and bent with the mountain it was embedded in. On one of the few flat portions hung several weapons. All sharp and deadly. Galvina knew how to properly wield them too. She, just like Meliodas, had been raised in a war. For a while, it had felt like fighting was all Meliodas knew how to do. He wasn’t sure Galvina had ever left it behind. Her hand trailed over her assorted weapons; brushing over a double-bladed axe; testing the weight of a curved dagger; before finally she picked up a spear with a slender head that no doubt could still cause serious damage.

I’m sorry, Elizabeth – gods he wished he could see her face one last time – I can’t give you the life I promised.

Galvina returned to Meliodas, the spear now held tightly in one hand. As she met his gaze, he saw no remorse. In her eyes, she wasn’t doing anything that wasn’t her right. This was why she’d never been offered a spot in the Ten Commandments. This self-centered entitlement that had left ruins in her wake with no regard for enemy, ally, or civilian alike. Even if Meliodas had trusted her on his team, his father would never have trusted in her loyalty.

“Last chance, traitor.”

An eerie calm surrounded her. There was no reasoning with her, Meliodas knew, no way out of this. Ge just hoped Elizabeth and the Seven Deadly Sins would stay away from here.

“I can’t give you what you want.”

Galvina pressed her lips together, taking a deep breath through her nose; “Fine.”

She moved with fluidity and speed, barely giving Meliodas any time to react before she had driven the spear into his leg. The edges of his vision blurred as a blinding pain erupted through his body. Galvina kept pushing and pushing, pulling a scream Meliodas couldn’t suppress, and she didn’t stop until the spear hit the wall behind him. Finally, Galvina let go of the spear. Both she and Meliodas were breathing heavily. Blood oozed out around the spear, slowly running down the front and back of his leg and pooling on the ground under him. Galvina leaned down close to his face once more, meeting his gaze without hesitation.

“You deserve this.”

The stench of blood hung thickly in the air. It made Meliodas feel woozy – or maybe that was the pain? Or the blood loss? No, not the blood loss. The impalement had been clean, missing anything too important, while the spear itself kept most of the blood from spilling out of the wounds.

“You – ugh – you really think so… huh?”

Galvina turned around and walked over to the weapons again, “And soon you will too.”

– X –

Tension filled the room. Gowther and Elizabeth sat in silence now, his hand still cradled in hers. As time had passed, the others had gathered around them too. They were scattered around the room in various states of worry. Diane sat on Gowther’s other side, biting her lip. Escanor was basically shaking with anxiety as he eyed the door Merlin had disappeared through earlier. King had abandoned his position by Diane’s side in favor of stopping Ban from destroying the wall. Ban was… still destroying the wall. King’s efforts seemed rather futile. To Gowther it looked like it was more about having something to do than actually saving the wall. King did look the least anxious out of them. Gowther could understand it. He was doing the same thing right now, watching the others instead of thinking about the fate he had doomed Meliodas to.

Suddenly the door slammed open. The room froze, all of them staring at Merlin with bated breath.

“I know where they are."

To Be Continued

#libra's febuwhump 2023 #a debt to pay #nanatsu no taizai #seven deadly sins #meliodas nnt #gowther nnt #meliodas whump #gowther angst #libra writes #my fics #nnt fic

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merge-conflict · 1 year

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💻 🚓 & ❔ (Adam Smasher) for the core memory ask? 😘

Ok, these got a little long (or at least in one case I couldn't bear to cut out the scene I already wrote :3). So I'm going to do a reblog for the two long ones. First 🚓 (River Ward): Unfortunately in my canon run Valentine and River never met, so I don't have much here. If they had met before the heist they probably would have gotten along okay, but she would find his need for justice to be too naive to get attached. They'd be unlikely to interact outside of the job. 💻 (Judy Alvarez):

V found the body first, face down with a bullet wound to the back of the head, which just proved the man was an arrogant fool. She then found Judy in a little alcove where the building doubled back in on itself, a sliver of the city just visible to the northwest, still in shadow in early dawn. Her interface was invisible to V, running passive and quiet. She turned just as V was about to call her name, expression tight with desperation.

“Hey,” V said, soft and low. “Sorry I missed all the action.”

Judy tried to smile, but it turned quickly into a frown. She began to pace, agitated, and V stopped a few feet away to give her space. “I just couldn’t– I was going to follow him when he left. but he saw me and I just–“ She broke off suddenly, shaking her head.

“You okay?”

Judy made a sound halfway between a laugh and a sob. “I’ve never killed anyone before. Y’know, I uh- I didn’t even know if I had it in me, even after seeing her in that place.”

She’d had a chance to, but she’d hesitated. V had been more than happy to let her keep her hands clean, to save her from that anguish. But perhaps it had been inevitable. Vengeance was always bloody.

“It’s done,” V told her, gently. “He deserved it.”

Judy laughed bitterly, until it seemed to catch in her throat. She wandered close to the railing, gripping it with both hands as though it was the only thing keeping her upright. “He deserved a lot worse than that.”

“No argument there.”

V hesitated before she joined Judy, a few steps away from the edge. She pulled out Evelyn’s cigarette case from her inside jacket pocket, lit one, and passed it to Judy. Her hands were trembling so badly she nearly dropped it onto the streets below, but after a few long drags she calmed a little.

“What do I do now?”

V glanced behind her, where Woodman’s body was just visible. “Leave it. Your friend Maiko will take care of it.”

“She is not my friend.”

“Doesn’t matter – no one’s crying over that monster.”

Judy did not reply immediately, clearly wrestling with something she was not ready to reveal. V waited quietly, slowly relaxing enough to join her at the railing, resisting the urge to look down. Despite the tension in her shoulders Judy leaned a little into her arm.

“Before I got here I had this plan–“ she said finally, “–like I was going to really avenge her, you know? Between all the shit I managed to pull from his office and the stuff from that hellhole, figured it couldn’t be that difficult to build a bomb, or…” Her laugh was humorless. “Now I think it’s just time to leave this city for good.”

The declaration felt like a knife to the gut for some reason V could not fully understand. “Where will you go?”

She exhaled, a laugh mixing with a sigh. “When I know I’ll tell you.”

“You’re just going to leave everything behind?”

“Like what?” Judy’s lip curled. She tossed the butt of her cigarette down to let the wind take it. “Nothing keeping me here but bad memories. Got all the equipment I need – I mean, hell I don’t know maybe I’ll just pack it into the van and go.”

“Sounds lonely.”

“Could use someone I trust to watch my back. Might even be cozy.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

V cautiously put her arm around Judy, her fingers light on her shoulder, and felt her melt in against her, face pressed into her collarbone. She held her tightly, relieved at the physical contact, at the reassurance that Judy did not hold her responsible. But she could not give her what she wanted.

“I wish I could,” she said, finally. “But I was born here, and I’ll die here, too.”

“What?” Judy’s voice had an edge, but she softened it. “What about in between? You don’t want to see what’s out there? I mean, hell it’s– it’s gotta be better than this, somewhere.”

<It is,> Johnny said, quietly, <And it isn't.>

“If I make it through this week,” V said, feeling detached from her own voice, her own body. “I’ll go with you.”

Judy pulled back just enough so she could see her face, but V turned her head and found herself looking at Johnny instead. His mirrored shades were all wrong, not reflecting any of the neon signs or lights. He rubbed at his chin, a nervous tic.

“You in some kinda trouble?” Judy asked. When V did not answer immediately she reached out, gently stroking her cheek. “If I can help, V– I just can’t lose anyone else right now, you know? And I owe you one.”

“You don’t owe me anything.”

There was a vast wasteland of loneliness growing in her chest, and it was difficult to resist the urge to tell her everything. But Judy had her own grief to deal with, and burdening her with more death would be cruel. It was too much to ask, and V wanted to be remembered as she was now, not the way she was going to end up, transformed into someone else.

“V–“

“I’m glad you called,” V interrupted. “I’m sorry I couldn’t do more.”

“I know that voice,” Judy said, and she pulled away, a physical loss. “Whatever it is, don’t do that, V.”

“Not that,” V said, quickly, “It’s just been…a long few weeks, and I still have some things I need to take care of.”

“Alright.” Judy didn’t look entirely convinced, but some of the worry eased from her expression. “Just don’t give up on me, okay?”

“Of course not.” V managed a small smile. “If you need anything, you’ll call, right? I’ve still got your back.”

“Good.” Judy relaxed a little further. “If there’s any way I can help…I think we both deserve a fresh start.”

“Wouldn’t that be nice?”

“I’m going to do it,” Judy said, firmly. “You should too.”

She sized V up for a moment, and then stepped in for a hug, holding her tightly. V returned it, feeling her defenses start to crumble. Then it was over, too soon, neither of them with dry eyes.

They parted at the ground floor of the megabuilding, bound in separate directions. V found refuge in one of the building’s cafes, the kind that would a wide range of suppressants to their catalogue for a modest fee. She bought herself something far too expensive for her dwindling funds and slumped into a small booth. <Chin up, V, at least she likes you. Which does say something about her taste, but nobody’s perfect.> <I’ll send her a card for my funeral.> <Don’t be so dramatic. Alt will get you fixed up and then you two can drive off into the sunset together.> <Are we driving off a cliff into the ocean?> <Into the sunrise then, asshole. Whenever you’re done feeling sorry for yourself and are ready to do something about it.>

It was foolish, she knew, to be so fragile about a future she hadn’t even considered a few hours ago. She was in some sort of prolonged shock, but knowing that wasn’t enough to shrug it off any longer. Whatever had been holding her together was starting to come apart, and she felt too raw for open air, like an exposed nerve.

After a few sips the coffee started to do its work, carrying her a little further from the edge. Johnny watched her, working almost a little too hard to appear exasperated. She was worried that he was actually trying to make her feel better, which would mean she really was starting to lose it. Being pitied by Johnny Fucking Silverhand had to be the ultimate low.

“V.”

She felt a flash of something hot and sharp over her neck as Goro slid into the booth across from her, into the place where Johnny had been. It was shame, burning quickly into irrational anger, that Johnny had not warned her of his arrival. The feeling lingered. She had forgotten, for a moment, that he was only a ghost.

Valentine and Judy hit it off really well to start, but unfortunately in V's head, Judy is a reminder of everything that could have been, so it's a little bittersweet.

#ask meme #judy alvarez #adam smasher #cyberpunk 2077 #agghghhhh tumblr xss controls eating my beautiful formatting

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i-am-still-bb · 2 years

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Whumptober 2022 - No. 23 - At the end of their rope

DarkHawk, T

Firewatcher AU (Tumblr / Ao3)

Denver’s highways were packed with cars and trucks; people leaving the city to seek a bit adventure and those leaving in search of some time away from city life. The further he was from the city the fewer cars he saw. The roads narrowed.

Now there was no barrier.

Now just a single lane going each direction.

Now no shoulder.

Now no lines.

Now a single lane paved road.

Now a rutted dirt road with branches scraping the sides of his truck.

And then a 4x4 wooden post driven into the ground with a sign saying that no motorised vehicles were allowed beyond that point.

Ross turned off the engine and removed the keys from the ignition. His ears rang in the sudden silence after the hours of highway and road noise, and just the sound of his truck and its contents rattling around.

He opened the door. Pine needles rustled under his hiking boots. There was bird song, but not much else. He grabbed his pack from the bed of the truck, tightened the laces on his boots, and locked the truck—not that there was anybody around to break into it nor was there anything worth stealing except for a pack of gum and a phone charger—before he set out.

The trail was well marked. A brown dirt path only about 12 inches wide meandered through the tall lodgepole pines.

He never thought he would end up here.

Twelve months ago he was running a sort of successful mining company in Denver. He was living with his wife. Everything had been fine.

Until it wasn’t.

She had started forgetting her keys. And then she was missing lectures. The university had put its foot down when she yelled at a student during class. There had been a lot of doctor’s appointments, scans, tests, and questions.

And then the diagnosis came.

She was suffering from early on-set Alzheimers and it was progressing rapidly.

Ross took a leave of absence from work to take care of her.

After about a month of that he had started drinking more. A few beers after she went to bed became a glass of wine with dinner, mid-afternoon shots. And sometimes he would just go to the local bar, a ten minute drive away, and he would stay there until closing.

And then he hit a parked car when he was driving home.

Her family stepped in at that point. They insisted on taking care of her. That meant taking her home to Cornwall with them. And Ross did not put up a fight. Part of him was relieved that she would no longer be his responsibility; that he would be able to go back to living his life.

And then she was gone.

The house was empty.

He went back to work, but he could not focus. Having a drink or two at lunch, or an Irish coffee for breakfast certainly did not help matters. He had expected to stop drinking. It had started with her illness, had gotten worse as she deteriorated and his stress increased, and he had expected his urge to drink would disappear when that stress was removed. But it did not. And he was drinking more now that she was gone than he was before.

They caught wind of his DUI and then he had been more than a little intoxicated during several important company meetings.

The Board of Trustees wanted him gone. But his second in command had convinced them to let him take a leave of absence. After that he will be allowed to return to the company on a probationary basis.

So here he was. In the middle of the woods.

He had applied for this job one evening while he was sitting home alone. He needed something to do during this forced break. If he sat at home he would go crazy.

Dwight had been the one to suggest that he look at seasonal Department of the Interior, Bureau of Land Management, etc. jobs. They had built in end dates, often involved outdoor manual labour, and minimal contact with the public, unless he took a front country job.

So he was going to spend the summer living in a 14x14 foot tower.

He was going to be a fire lookout.

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Beyond the obvious job duties of watching for fires, tracking any that he saw, and noting fire conditions he would be responsible for trail maintenance in his zone, assisting search and rescue as needed, and enforcing the laws regarding recreation on Federal land. Granted, there were a lot less rules on Forest Service land than on National Park land, but there are still basic laws that apply pretty much wherever you are.

For the summer he had packed basic clothes, toiletries, his e-book reader loaded with books. Everything else would be provided in his tower or during resupply drops throughout the summer. If he found that he had forgotten anything he could request it in the next supply drop. He had considered packing a bottle of liquor, to wean himself off he said, but had ultimately decided against it. The summer was about fresh starts and looking forward instead of back. And that meant no drinking.

And the contract he had signed stipulated that no mind-altering substances were allowed due to the nature of the job. Not that Ross had ever been one to follow the rules.

But he did leave the bottle of vodka sitting on his counter at home. He had filled its spot in his back with a bottle of lemonade.

He had stayed in a motel room the night before so that he would not be making this hike in the dark. He had timed it so that he arrived shortly after sunrise when the air was still cool. He hoped to be at the tower before mid-day.

He was less than a mile in and he was already drenched in sweat and his heart and lungs felt shot.

He was bent over with his hands on his knees gasping for breath with noises that he was embarrassed of even with no one else around.

Ross groaned and straightened himself. He checked his location on the map, and he had gone a little less than three-quarters of a mile. And it was only going to get steeper from here according to the topography lines.

“Fuck.”

He knew he had not really done anything active in a while, but he had way overestimated his physical fitness. He planted his hands on his hips and arched his back trying to relieve the nagging pain in his mid-back.

It was still fairly quiet. He watched a squirrel dig small holes and bury bits of food.

There was a woodpecker in the distance. A few sparrows flitted much closer. He could hear the creaking of unseen widowmakers. Ross’ breathing was the loudest sound.

He adjusted the straps of his pack and set off again.

There was no turning back at this point. There was just arriving and having a wash sooner or later.

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He did not make it by mid-day, but he did arrive at the tower around dinner time. Those final flights of stairs were nearly the death of him. At the top there was a balcony that ran all the way around his station. The windows that covered every wall were covered up. Removing the boards and storing them in the storage shed was the first thing that he would do in the morning. For now he just unlocked the door and let himself in.

The tower did have electricity. The overhead light was just a bare bulb. Once the light was on he could see the 196 square feet that he will be living in for the next 4 months. There’s a small fridge tucked under a stretch of countertop that contains a half stove and a small sink. There’s a coffee maker tucked into the corner. There’s a desk by the door, a small bookcase, a dresser, the bed, and a table in the centre. Everything is covered with a layer of dust. There are cobwebs in the corners. And Ross is pretty sure he heard small claws on the floor when he turned the light on, mouse, chipmunk, squirrel, or rat will move out soon after he starts to settle in.

He flips the mattress down and makes it up with some of the stored bedding from a cupboard. Too tired to bath, eat, or do anything productive he falls asleep. It is the first time in a long time that he has not fallen asleep with the warm, calming thrum of alcohol running through his veins.

—

“Hey!”

Ross rolled over and pulled the pillow over his face.

“It’s 7:30, princess. Time to wake up and make coffee.”

Ross sat up frowning. There was no cell service out here, he had checked. So where was that voice coming from? There was no one else there. But the bright sun was already peeking through the gaps around the edges of the boards.

“Hello? Poldark?

Ross looked in the direction of the voice. It was the desk. He walked over to it without bothering to put on any clothes. Scowling, sleep still muddling his brain, he stared at the surface of the desk before spotting the two way radio that was sitting in its charger. He picked it up and depressed the button, “Hello. Who is this?”

“You’re up!”

Ross winced at the chipper voice. “Yeah. No thanks to you,” Ross grumbled.

“How’d you even know I was here? I didn’t have to be on site for another two days.”

“I saw your light last night.”

Ross looked at the still covered windows. He should probably wear pyjamas from now on. He had assumed that no one would see him out here. “That’s not creepy at all.”

“Watching things is literally in our job title.”

“Yeah. Yeah. Yeah.” Ross set the radio down so he could get the coffee maker going. If he was going to be up this early he was definitely going to need a few cups of coffee.

“So you seem to know who I am. Who are you?” Ross asked while the coffee percolated at the speed of molasses in January.

“I’m given a list of the other Lookouts each season. It helps get the ball rolling. I’m your point of contact if anything goes wrong or you need something.”

“Fair. You didn’t answer my question.”

“Oh! I’m Hawkins. I’m manning Lookout Charlie this year.”

“Well, Hawkins. If it’s alright with you I’m going to have my coffee and then get the tower cleaned out and prepped.”

“Have fun. And don’t forget to let me know if anything needs fixed or something. There should be a packet on your desk along with a book.”

“Will do,” Ross grumbled.

He dropped the radio back in its charging cradle. He dug a pair of underwear from his bag. Half of the bag’s contents ended up all over the floor, but he was not going to deal with that or anything else before his coffee.

#whumptober2022 #no. 23 #at the end of their rope #poldark/return to treasure island #return to treasure island #poldark #fic #referenced dementia #referenced alzheimers #alcohol abuse #bb writes #darkhawk #fire watcher au

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togrowoldinv · 2 years

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Put Yourself First

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

When you get home from work, you have an important conversation with your wife.

Note: I just wanted to write some Wanda and this is what came to me. I hope you enjoy it!

Wanda Maximoff Masterlist, Main Masterlist

When you get home from work it’s late, but Wanda is still awake. She sits at the kitchen table. You can tell she’s in deep thought.

“Hey, Wands,” you say as you enter the kitchen. She doesn’t look at you, but instead you see her straighten her already almost perfect posture and take a deep breath.

“Do you still love me?” Wanda asks you. Her voice is calm, like she’s been rehearsing this sentence for a while.

You think before you respond. This is one of those critical moments where you have to say the right thing. You abandon any plans for eating dinner as soon as you got home and walk to Wanda.

You put a hand on her shoulder. She doesn’t pull away, but you feel the reluctancy to accept your touch in her muscles.

“Wanda, of course I love you. I’m always going to love you,” you finally reply.

“Okay. Are you in love with me?” she asks like she’s marking off the next question on her list. At that, you pull up a chair and sit down next to her.

“I’m in love with you. I always have been,” she doesn’t seem to relax at your words. “Wanda, what’s happening?” you ask her, feeling your own fear growing at her questions.

“Am I the reason you’re so unhappy?” She asks, tears begin to fall from her eyes.

“No, no definitely not. Wanda, you and the boys are the source of my happiness. I know I haven’t been myself lately. And I’m so unbelievably sorry I made you feel any different about that,” you explain. “It’s just work is so stressful and I just want to provide for you. I just want to take care of you.”

“But baby, what about taking care of yourself?” Wanda asks. You have no response. “I knew the answers were that you love me, and I make you happy. I need you to take care of yourself though because none of that matters if you don’t.”

“So, this is an intervention?” you ask her. The urge to shut down on her is large.

“I guess. We’ll be okay, y/n, but you must find a way to relieve some of this stress. It’s too heavy for you to carry on your own,” Wanda says.

“Wanda, I can’t just up and quit my job. You don’t exactly get paid enough while saving the world, and we have to afford to live,” you say. It’s a logical statement, just like your words always are.

“Yeah, I know that, y/n. I’m not suggesting that. But I want you to be happy again. I want you to not dread waking up in the morning because you know it’ll be just like the day before,” Wanda explains. You aren’t surprised that Wanda knows exactly what’s wrong, exactly what you need to do.

“I don’t know how to do that, Wanda,” you admit with a sigh. This time it’s Wanda’s hand that comes around your shoulder.

“Let me help you,” Wanda offers. She leans her head on your shoulder and her other hand holds yours.

“I just want you, Wanda. I want to take care of you,” you say, holding her hand tight.

“I know. And you do, you take such good care of me. It’s time you put yourself first though,” Wanda says, and you feel yourself begin to cry. “I’m going to help you do this, okay? You’re never alone.” She kisses your cheek, and you take a shaky breath.

“I can’t do this without you, Wands,” your voice comes out in almost a whisper.

You turn to face her, and she holds your face in her hands. Those hands that have only ever been gentle towards you. You kiss the insides of her wrists and Wanda knows it’s your way of saying you will let her help you.

“And I promise you’ll never have to,” she says with a kiss to your lips.

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ducky-died-inside · 2 years

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hmmm im a sucker for angst soo 😈

platonic! camilo and carlos x reader where casita falls down on reader? (fem or gn prns please) can end in pure angst or fluff! have a nice day! <33

Well I'm glad you asked! Angst is my specialty and I have been waiting on this prompt for a while so..... Expect a lot of angst. Also if you hadn't noticed, I like angst. A lot. More than is healthy.

Gone: Camilo x Fem reader (platonic), Carlos x Fem reader (platonic)

Summary: The star of Encanto leavs the sun and moon.....

Genre: Angst, so much angst

Notes: I didn't know if you wanted the reader to die or not, so I chose to make them die for more angst. Cause why the heck not. You can shapeshift into animals and your brothers can do people.

Warnings: MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH, EXTREME ANGST, mentions of blood, mentions of injury,

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You were walking back to the Casita, exhausted from a day of chores. When you came in, you walked right in at the end of the confrontation between Mirabel and Abuela.

"The miracle is dying because of you!"

Your Papi yelled out for the candle, and though you were exhausted, you felt the urge to help Mirabel and get her to safety. You raced after her, turning into a cheetah so that you could get up there quickly.

Camilo and Isabela both fell as their powers wore off and you felt yourself change back into your regular form. You were on Casita's makeshift ladder, so you kept going, trying to get Mirabel down.

"Mirabel!"

You called out her name and she looked down at you while she tried to grab the candle.

"Y/N! Can you give me a boost?"

You nodded your head and helped her up enough to grab the candle. Once she had it, the roof started collapsing and it brought both of you down with it. When you both hit the floor, Casita brought different pieces of furniture and the wall to protect Mirabel and the candle and was bringing some things over to protect you, but was too late for you and most of Bruno's tower fell on you. You felt a piece of it hit your head and you lost consciousness for the last time.

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Camilo and Carlos looked around at their family, relieved that everyone was ok, when they realized you weren't there with them. They both looked towards the Casita and called out your name. When the dust settled, they saw Mirabel holding the candle, tears in her eyes. She looked up and saw Camilo and Carlos, and cried harder.

"Mirabel, what's wrong? Where's Y/N? Did something happen to her?"

She couldn't say anything, but she gestured to Bruno's tower. They shared a look and immediately started digging through the rubble.

"No, no, no, no, no, no! She has to be here! She has to be alright!"

Carlos' voice was desperately as he digged trying to find you. Camilo just kept digging and soon he found your head and arm.

"Carlos! She's right here! Come help me get her out!"

Carlos rushed over to Camilo and helped get the rest of you out from underneath the rubble. They pulled you the rest of the way out. They laid you down between them and tried to get you to wake up. There was blood running down your face and arm, but right then they didn't care. They needed to make sure you were alright first.

"Y/N? Y/N, wake up. Please, just wake up."

Camilo's voice was shaky as he urged you to wake up. He lightly slapped your face a few times, but there was no response. He grabbed your hand and tried to find a pulse, but there wasn't one. Camilo picked up your limp body and cried into your cold shoulder.

Carlos watched his brother desperately try to get you up. He was crying hard, but he knew you were dead. He couldn't take it anymore and yelled at Camilo.

"Don’t you get it, Camilo?! She's not going to wake up! She's dead!"

He was sobbing as he yelled at his triplet, no twin.

"She's not coming back and no amount of wanting her back is going to do anything about it."

Camilo looked up at Carlos, tears flooding his eyes. Carlos' face immediately softened when he saw Camilo's. He knelt down on the ground and hugged him, you still in between them.

"Lo siento, Camilito. I didn't mean to lash out at you." Carlos broke down as he hugged Camilo, telling him everything in his head. "I just don't know what to do. I don't know how to move on without her. She was a part of me, a part of you. It feels empty without her."

"I know. I know."

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Camilo pulled out of the hug and picked you up.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm bringing her to Mami and Papi. They need to know."

Carlos got up off of the ground and walked with Camilo. When they came out of the Casita, Pepa was hopeful until she saw their faces. She rushed towards them and saw you, limp, in Camilo's arms. She gasped and took you from Camilo and cried.

"No, not Y/N. Not one of my babies."

Pepa was shaking her head in denial as Félix walked over and saw you in her arms. She put you gently on the ground, and wept in Felix's shoulder. He tried to calm her down, but couldn't as he was sobbing too.

As you laid on the ground, Antonio went to go see what had happened. He gasped in shock as he saw you.

"Mami! What's wrong with Y/N? Why won't she get up?"

Camilo picked him up off the ground, turning him away from you.

"She'll be fine, Tonito. She's just sleeping. She'll be alright."

Camilo felt terrible for lying to Antonio, but couldn't bear to tell him the truth. You were dead.

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Well that was sad. I cried while writing this, and now I need sleep. I got this request around midnight and couldn't get to bed until I wrote it. It is now two in the morning. Anyway, thanks to @camilolovesroxiie for the request! I hope it was angsty enough for you!

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bsdtrash · 3 years

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Bottom! Kunikida and Atsushi x M! Reader Drunk Sex

NSFW 18+ content below the cut minors DNI!!

Warning! Dubious consent, submissive Kunikida, submissive Atsushi, dominant male reader, and slight angst? Underage drinking? lol I am so bad at tagging these please just read all my content with caution!

Kunikida was a man who always seemed to be in control, he was diligent and strict on himself along with those around him. But it was nights like these when he longed to come undone nights when the case was a little too difficult nights when the loss was greater than anticipated. You of course were the only one who was allowed to see him in this state who could help comfort this overly controlled detective. It was a shock to not only you but everyone around you when Kunikida had confessed and proposed the two of you date. You surely didn’t meet all fifty eight set standards of his ideals for a perfect partner. Yet despite this ‘flaw’ Kunikida couldn’t find himself wanting to be with anyone else. Which is what lead you to this current scenario, your boyfriends hair untied allowing the dirty blonde locks to cascade across the pillow as he reached up towards you a broken moan falling from his lips.

He threw his head back as you stroked his hard length precum budding at the tip of his cock, your other hand gently ran up his torso pinching at one of his perked pink nipples. Your favorite thing by far was slowly making your boyfriend come undone in your hands. “ Y/N.” Your name fell from his lips softly urging you to continue as he rutted his hips up into your hand. “ No need to be so impatient, we have the whole night ahead of us.” The teasing words were something you had uttered to him before at some point in a situation much similar to this one, your breath mixing with his as he tried to control his breathing pleasured tears staining his cheeks desperately trying to keep control. “ Shh...I got you.” You urge as you finally begin to stroke his length at a faster pace spreading his precum along his shaft causing obscene noises to echo throughout the room. “ Go on let go.” You whisper against his lips kissing him and swallowing his pleasured sounds as he came into your hand. Though your boyfriend had just orgasmed you knew this was only the beginning, there was much more for you to do before your work was done for the night.

- Kunikida seems like the type that wouldn’t drink much? Let me know if I’m wrong about this lol I haven’t been able to read the light novels or manga yet so I don’t know how true this statement might seem or not.

- That being said I do think he’d be the type to have some whisky when he’s had a hard day, when he just needs to unwind from the stress of it all. Especially if a case he was working on didn’t end well he’s the type that if a case ends bad it negatively affects him on a personal level.

- I feel like Kunikida has a lot on his shoulders and it would actually benefit him to be with someone who can take care of him instead of Kunikida being the one to take care of you. He might be uptight but this man really needs you to love him and take care of him.

- Kunikida is always so in control and so focused on being the one who holds responsibility for everything that he needs a partner whose willing to take responsibility for Kunikida and who can take control of a situation when needed especially when it comes to Kunikida needing to be comforted.

- I see drunk sex for Kunikida being a way for him to relieve control and hand it over to his partner to be honest I personally view Kunikida as being submissive period just because that’s a sense in his life where he needs to lack control.

- Having drunk sex with Kunikida isn’t exactly vanilla but it’s not rough either. Like there’s some minor hair pulling and bruising when holding on to his hips but there isn’t anything like spanking him or choking him. It’s a lot more loving than one would expect it to be.

- Drunk sex with Kunikida is slow and sensual, it’s this building type of pleasure that is filled with passion and love. Surprisingly though drunk sex with Kunikida is also quite messy like this man is drooling and covered in cum by the end of it.

- This is due to the fact that I see Kunikida’s partner focusing on making Kunikida come undone completely, so like giving him multiple orgasms until he’s sensitive and just a sobbing mess, his thighs shaking as he’s unable to think about anything other than his current pleasure and the love his partner has for him.

- If his partner has done their job right then by the next day Kunikida is a lot more relaxed in both mind and body. He’s a little sore and kind of limping but he’s also just a lot more calm and his body doesn’t seem as strained.

It had taken you multiple attempts to get your boyfriend to drink, it’s not as though you were pressuring him you just thought it would be okay for the young man to have a few drinks if he wanted. Sure he was eighteen and the legal drinking age in Japan was twenty but you figured the man had saved Yokohama enough times that he at the very least deserved one glass of wine if he wanted it. You just went out of your way to offer him a glass anytime the two of you were celebrating a recent victory. Surprisingly this time around he had actually accepted your offer. Though you hadn’t expected your boyfriend to be a complete lightweight, seeing as how your boyfriend could barely stand you had to excuse the two of you from the celebration in order to bring him back to his apartment. It was both cute and funny seeing your boyfriend try to talk to you with slurred and excited words as you help support his weight while trying to unlock his front door.

Though you didn’t know the turn all of this would take once you had managed to get the both of you inside. Everything escalated so quickly, it started with Atsushi being a little more bold than usual. Flirting with you and chatting you up then all too suddenly he kissed you. It was rare for Atsushi to make the first move so you ended up going along with it. This all somehow lead to the both of you on his futon making out, tongues tangled together as you quickly tore each others clothes off. Usually you took your time with your boyfriend but tonight he was far more impatient than you ever could have imagined to be. Urging you to just fuck him, as hot as it sounded you had to be the more sensible one since you were more sober. You had to hold his hips down while fingering him open, you couldn’t just shove yourself in as much as Atsushi wanted that you knew it wouldn’t feel good. His hips rocked back against your fingers as he let out soft moans “ Ngh ah! Y/N puh-ah!lease hurry!” You bit the inside of your cheek holding yourself back as you added your third lubed finger stretching him open. At this rate your boyfriend was going to be the death of you!

- Atsushi in my mind is the type of person who is a complete lightweight I’m talking one glass of wine is enough to have him slurring he probably blacks out after only having three glasses of wine.

- I also see him as the type to become more flirty and confident when getting drunk, like he isn’t charismatic but he’s just very forward and honest saying whatever it is that seems to come to mind instead of keeping his thoughts to himself.

- That being said I also see him as a horny drunk, probably has one glass of wine then feels like making out with someone. So sex with Atsushi while he’s drunk would definitely be a regular occurrence in my mind. Like any time Atsushi is drinking you know you’re getting laid.

- This has probably lead Atsushi to doing things that he would be hesitant to do while sober such as getting fucked in an alleyway or the bathroom stalls at a club. Drunk Atsushi however is just too drunk or horny to really care where he has sex.

- If his partner however wants to have sex at home and their out well good luck making it home, probably barely makes it through the door with him trying to seduce them. Really don’t see you guys getting further than the car with how impatient and demanding he is while drunk.

- In my mind this boy is impatient when drunk so you better have some self control when topping his drunk ass. That or you need to prep him before drinking mayhaps get him a buttplug? Wait now I’m imagining going out drinking while Atsushi just secretly has a buttplug in him the whole time or mayhaps a vibrator?

- Atsushi is FILTHY when drunk because he has that liquid courage in him he ends up saying things that would make Dazai and Ranpo blush! Even though he’s lowkey a dirty talker when sober it’s nowhere near as raunchy when he’s drunk.

- Atsushi when drunk just wants to orgasm as quickly as possible so if you really want to drive him crazy make him ride you but hold on to his hips and set the pace!

- He probably ends up asking you to do things he’d be too shy to ask for when sober, probably asks you to spank him or something.

- The next morning though he doesn’t remember much however what he does remember he’s super embarrassed about! Will believe you if you tell him anything and everything he did while drunk, probably also has a hangover and promises to never drink again but that never lasts.

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cursed-domain · 3 years

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Experiments

Mahito x Reader, WC ~3.9k

Mahito’s been testing out his powers for a while now. He wants to do something different with his latest victim. Something a little more... human.

warnings: NSFW and Dark Content - NONCON if that is not your thing do not read any farther. You have been warned. Also fear, tears, kidnapping, possessiveness, oral sex, biting, slapping and uh. Mahito. I think he deserves a warning of his own.

You stayed out just a little too late last night. And you walked home alone. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you knew that was a bad idea, but - the bar was right down the street from your apartment building, and your friends were - well, they were scattered, and they were hard to find, and you were sure that you could walk straight if you only tried. Your heels were only a couple inches high.

Maybe you’d somehow fallen right down a drain in the sidewalk last night. Maybe it was too dark to notice, and you were more tipsy than you thought. But that theory doesn’t fit with your last memory aboveground. It doesn’t explain the presence you felt behind you, the feeling that something heavy and hateful had manifested right over your shoulder.

Most importantly, there are no scratches or scrapes anywhere on your body. You can’t have fallen. You were brought here. Hidden away beneath the street into a tunnel you had no idea existed. And your host has been kind enough to keep you in perfect condition. You’re not even dirty from where you’ve clearly been crumpled on the floor - somehow, the stone corridor is perfectly clean.

As you sit up, all these thoughts run through your head in a matter of seconds. Your shell-shocked stream of consciousness doesn’t give way to panic until a hand from behind you lands on your shoulder. Its owner doesn’t even let you scream - he claps his other hand over your mouth before you have the chance to open it, and leans down so that you feel his hot breath in your ear. “Boo.”

You strain against his hand when you hear his voice. It doesn’t sound - well, you’re not quite sure what you expected a kidnapper to sound like. Maybe a lower voice. Certainly a sinister one. But he just sounds excited and mischievous, like a child who’s gotten away with a prank. So lighthearted in what is, for you, such a dire situation - it sends a shiver up your spine to imagine his grin.

You don’t have to imagine for long. His hand slinks from your shoulder up your neck, taking root in your hair and yanking your head back so you’re forced to look up. It is dim in the tunnel, but you see his face clearly. You register, in a far-off place in your mind, that it is pretty, almost feminine. Your impression is that his face is far too fine compared to the coarseness of his mouth and his hands, even with the strange scars stitching their way across the unnaturally smooth skin.

“Don’t look so terrified. Or do. I kinda like it.” Your eyes stretch even wider. “Yeah - I really like it, actually. Stay just like that.” When he speaks for longer, you notice the eerie quality of the cavern - the way it causes sounds to echo and reverberate down its walls. Farther down, you hear the drip-drip-drip of dirty water hitting the floor. But here - not even a drop. It’s as if the space has been cleared of its usual filth, just for you. “Okay,” he says, “I actually wanna hear you, too.” He doesn’t wait for a response before taking his hand from your mouth and letting go of your hair.

Your heels - they must have fallen off. Or he took them off. In any case - you can run. You know it’s pointless as soon as you stand up. You know even the time you take to rise to your feet is enough for him to grab onto you again. But you have to try. So you do. You’re surprised to get any distance at all. You’re shocked to have made it ten paces - twenty - thirty. Even sprinting with the adrenaline-spiked speed of someone who fears for her life, this shouldn’t be possible. But you find yourself starting to hope. You’re fast, and maybe he was caught off guard. Maybe, just maybe, you can make it to the light you see shining at the mouth of the tunnel. It’s not that far away. And once you’re out there, on the street, he won’t be able to do anything. You’ll make it home and forget this ever happened. Even now, you’re wondering if it’s all a dream. If you’re going to wake up once you hit that light - closer now, so close - snug in your bed, wondering how you managed to make it home last night but relieved that you did. Yes. That has to be it. This isn’t real, and you’re going to escape it so, so soon -

A rush of cold air streaks past you, and your captor appears in front of you, grinning as he blocks your path. You try to step to the side, but he’s already there. Back the other way - he beats you again. You feel your will collapse in on itself as he steps forward and snakes his hand around your waist, laughing unabashedly as you struggle. “Not bad,” he says. “Of course, I gave you a pretty big head start. But still. You run pretty fast for someone who could barely walk the night before.”

You’re so close to him that you’re sure he must be able to hear your heart pounding. Despite your best efforts to hold yourself back, you find yourself looking up at his face again. His eyes are pretty, too. But they’re mismatched - one is a light gray and the other is deep blue - and unblinking. Seeing them up close only makes his presence more unnerving. He grins crookedly as you make eye contact with him, staring back without saying a word.

“What - why -” you break eye contact, choosing instead to stare at the ground where his bare feet are nearly on top of yours. “Please. Let me go.”

“Nuh-uh. No way.” He pushes you back at arms length and leans over you, his face coming so close to yours that your eyes unfocus trying to look at him. “Haven’t even done anything yet.”

“Done…”

“Mhm.” He takes your shoulders and turns you around, giving you a light shove to get you moving. You shudder - your dress has an open back, so his hand didn’t just touch your clothes, but your bare skin. And it’s so short, too. He’s probably staring as you walk, tracing your curves with those unnatural eyes. He looked down when he had you pressed up against him. He didn’t even try to hide it.

“That’s far enough.” You stop, not even daring to turn around. He slithers around you instead, dragging his hand over the back of your dress again as he passes, keeping a hold on you and pulling you close again. “You’re gonna help me out with some things today, alright?”

When you hesitate, his long fingernails tighten against your skin. He’ll draw blood if he presses any harder. “What…what do you want?”

“I’ve been doin’ some experiments down here.” His nails drag down the curve of your back, only stopping at your hips. “Been learning what I’m capable of. I’ll show you the other test subjects if I have to but… I think I’ve already convinced you to cooperate, right?” He tugs on the hem of your dress, sliding his fingertips underneath the edge of the thin fabric. “You don’t seem ready to meet anyone right now, anyways. Not as if they’re really in a state to talk to you.”

You stare blankly, resisting the urge to squirm as his hand trails up the back of your thigh. Not for the first time, you wonder if you’re going to be leaving this place alive.

“Lots of room down here,” he says. “Plenty of dark corners. But I think I’m gonna keep you right here.”

“Please..” you say.

“Hmm?” He smiles a second later, once he understands. “Please don’t kill you, right? Don’t mutate your pretty body and then throw you somewhere no one will ever find you?” Your mind amends mutate to mutilate. The intellectual victory does nothing to comfort you. “Don’t worry. ‘m not gonna do that. Not yet, anyways.” His nails are scraping very high on your thigh, now, and the other hand is weaving its way through your hair. His fingers seem to bend strangely around you, as if they have no set form at all, as if they’re molding to best fit your body as he claims it piece by piece. “You’re just gonna help me out a little, okay? “You’re gonna help me figure out what else I’m capable of.”

He grips the top of your head and forces it up and down, mimicking a nod, laughing impishly as you glare up at him. “So sweet of you. We’ll take this one step at a time, alright?”

You don’t understand until he leans over you, running a fingertip across your lips to part them slightly before meeting them with his own. You try to recoil, but the hand toying with your dress runs up your back and presses you forward, forcing you deeper into the kiss instead. It’s unexpectedly gentle, at first, but as your body is forced flush against his it becomes more messy, more hungry. He shoves his tongue against yours and grips your hair tight enough for it to hurt, only drawing back for long enough to bite your lip and watch a string of drool drip across the faint indent he’s left behind. You gasp for breath until he swallows up your mouth again, using his tongue to reach every place he can.

You stay in place even when he relaxes his grip. He only stops to speak once he has, it seems to you, tried every kind of kiss he can think of - fast, slow, shallow, violent, hungry, sloppy. “You’re doing good,” he says, flashing the same smile as before. “Good start. Amazing, really…” He shakes his head, like he’s trying to clear his thoughts, and the softer smile is replaced by a cold grin. “Take your dress off.”

“Wh -”

“Take it off. Take off whatever you have underneath it, too. I don’t care about seeing it.”

“But -”

“But - but -” He laughs again, practically giggles as he mocks your faint protests. “You don’t wanna die, either, do you?”

Mute, you shake your head.

“Actually…” He turns you around again, and you think you hear him sigh faintly as his hips snap against yours. “You’re taking too long. I’ll just do it myself.” He gives you no time to react before tugging on the zipper of your short dress, so violently that it hitches on the teeth and nearly breaks off. Only the second time does he do it right, pulling it all the way down in a smooth motion. The dress only covered from your lower back to a few inches down your thighs, anyways, and now even that protection is stripped away. The front of your body is exposed, too, as he tugs the thin garment along with your panties down to the stone ground beneath your feet.

Every muscle in your body tenses as his own bare skin collides with yours, his worn pants pulled down to rest alongside your dress. “Didn’t even wear anything beneath the dress up here,” he mutters. He reaches from behind you, groping your tits with no regard for the way you whine and squirm. “Making it so easy for me, aren’t you?”

“No,” you gasp. “Didn’t wear anything there. I should have -”

He claws his nails over the delicate peaks of your breasts, and you bite hard on your lip to keep from crying out. “Interesting. That’s a sweet spot, huh?” You shiver as he clamps down on you again. “You got any more I should know about?”

“No…” You lie, as if anything you say now will help you. He’s tracing every inch of your skin already, down your stomach and hips and up your thighs, squeezing and pinching when you least expect it, mapping you out like you’re the first person he’s been this close to in his life.

“You sure?” He taps his fingertips along the creases that connect the tops of your thighs to your body, pressing close against you and breathing hot in your ear. Making sure you hear and feel his excitement. “We’re gonna test that out, too. So spread out your legs. They’re getting in the way.”

You clench your fists tight and do as he says, shifting on either side to allow him easy access to every part of you. Still, you reflexively pull your hips back as his fingers climb their way towards your cunt, cringing when your sudden motions make his cock pulse against your skin.

“What’re you doing that for?” He cups his hand between your legs, ending your desperate attempts to squirm away. “Not like you’re going anywhere, right?” He pulls his hand back, showing you the wet sheen that’s rubbed off on his fingers. “I don’t think you would even if you could. But if you want, I’ll let you run again. Give you ‘til the count of ten before I start chasing you. Maybe even twenty or thirty. Maybe I’ll let you see the street before I drag you back here.” He lets go of you, grabbing your arms and using them to turn you back the way you ran before. “We’ll do it now, actually. Run! I’ll be not-quite-right-behind you.”

You shake your head.

“Come onn. It’ll be fun. Or - well, I’ll have fun.” Your feet stay rooted to the ground. He looks genuinely disappointed, for a moment, as if he actually expected you to take him up on his inane offer. “Fine.” He shoves down on your shoulders, and you follow the motion, crumpling down to your knees with no resistance. “You can entertain me this way instead, then.” Now that he’s in front of you again, you look for the first time. You’re equal parts curious and repelled by the stitch-like markings that continue down the rest of his body. If you were thinking clearly, you’d wonder if they were perhaps tattoos, and why anyone would choose to do something like that to themselves. But the crisscrossing lines guide you far too quickly down the length of his frame, forcing your curious eyes down below his hips before you have the sense to close them.

He tilts his head, sizing up your expression before flicking his eyes down your body and then back up to meet yours. “You’ve definitely done this before. So do it right.” Your eyes are almost as wide as your mouth as he closes the last inches between you and him. “Make it feel how it’s supposed to.” You nod blanlky as you wonder how you’re supposed to fit him all the way in your mouth. Maybe you won’t have to. He’s so obviously inexperienced, so eager… maybe you can end this quickly.

You drag the tip of your tongue up the underside of his cock, forcing yourself to look up at him as you give the same slow treatment to the sides and the tip before taking the shaft in your hand. He stares back, his gaze flicking between your eyes and your mouth as it works over his cock. He’s breathing harder already, less than halfway into your mouth, almost letting the breaths tip over the edge into moans as your tongue flicks up his length again. It takes a concerted effort not to close your eyes, to not let your resolve crumble.

It has started to happen already. He was right in his crude assessment of you - you do know what you’re doing - but you’ve never been so terrified with a cock in your mouth, never felt like your life depended on your ability to please the man in front of you. Your strokes become sloppy as you let panic edge into the corners of your vision.

“Fuck,” he groans. Your one free hand clenches into a fist as he grabs you at the nape of your neck and thrusts forward, holding you still as he forces his cock back into your throat. “Fuck.” You feel him writhe in your mouth just as his fingers did in your hair, molding himself to the contours of your throat as he fucks your face over and over, only becoming more frantic as you start to struggle against his hand, more frenzied as you gag and drool around him, until finally - finally - you’re tugged forward one last time, your lips pulled taught as hot liquid spurts down your throat. He keeps you there as you continue struggling for breath, sliding his thumb over your bottom lip and smearing your drool across your face.

When you’re finally allowed to pull back, you wrap your arms around yourself, shrinking inwards as you whisper, “Please. May I go now?”

“Huh?” He crouches down until his face is level with yours, crossing his arms over his knees as he sinks to the ground. You try to keep your eyes on his face - it’s practically glowing, his eyes wild and bright, their contrasting colors even more apparent. “We’re not done yet, sweetheart. Just taking a little break.”

You freeze for a second before scrambling backwards. It’s absolutely stupid, but - he said he wanted you to run. So he won’t get mad at you for trying one last time. And maybe it’ll work this time. Maybe you’ll get out. Maybe he was lying and he’s actually ready to see you go. Maybe seeing you run naked and sobbing onto the street will be enough to satisfy him, and he won’t chase you any farther.

He gives you five paces before pouncing, pinning you to the ground with one hand wrapped tight around your throat, turning you over so he can see the fear written on your face. “Guess what?” He whispers it into your ear before sinking his teeth into your neck, nearly hard enough to split your skin open. You feel something hard pressing into your stomach, swelling as you cry out in pain. “Break is over.” He drags his tongue over cheek and traces it down your jaw before kissing you right where the bite mark still glows red on your skin. Using both hands to pin your wrists down at your sides, he drags his way down your body, running his tongue over your breasts, your navel, around the triangle between your thighs. “I usually don’t care much about what’s fair, but - I really think I should return the favor.” His eyes flit down to your legs, squeezed tightly together. “Try to relax. This is supposed to be fun, right?” He works two fingers between thighs and prys them open.

You hold back a whimper as he dives into the space between, dragging the flat of his tongue voraciously over your hot cunt. He’s sloppy, ignoring the way your eyes are glued to his face as he tests and probes your cunt, teasing the opening and forcing his tongue inside, giving no pause before swallowing the sheen left behind. You have to squeeze your eyes shut. You have to tell yourself not to give in to the heat sweeping through your core, not to accept even a tiny bit of pleasure from the man defiling you, but - it’s so, so difficult. So strange to feel someone so obviously selfish pleasing you, even if it’s by accident, even if it’s just for his own enjoyment - you can’t stop yourself from pushing your hips shamelessly against his mouth. Can’t stop yourself from moaning as his fingers find your clit.

He pulls away, laughing at the whine that escapes from your mouth. “Tastes better than I thought,” he says. “But you - you’re reacting just like I thought. It’s like your mind’s melting away.” He pinches your clit between two fingers, and your eyes nearly roll back into your head. “You’re being controlled by this now.”

You just manage to shake your head. “No - no. I’m still - I don’t -”

He pounces on top of you again, thrusting his fingers into your open mouth. “Shhh. You don’t have to talk. That’s not what you’re here for.” He grinds against you, his cock already pushing at the entrance to your cunt as he fucks your mouth with his fingers, nearly making you gag as he pushes relentlessly into your throat. “You’re here to help me out, right? And you’ve been doing so good. So good for me.” You don’t want your stomach to flutter at the praise. Not here, not from him. You try your best to ignore it, tell yourself to close your eyes as he all but fucks your thighs.

When you try to screw them shut, though, he puts his pinky right on your eyelid and drags up, forcing it to flutter open again. “Ah-ah,” he says. “Keep your eyes open. I wanna see how this makes you feel.” He presses his hips hard against yours, guiding himself nearly all the way inside you in a single motion. “Fuck.” His eyes nearly close as he savors the feeling of you tightening around him, but he keeps them open just wide enough to see your lips open wide, forming an O around the fingers still scraping against your tongue. “I’m keeping you here forever. Understand?” The drool from his fingers smudges across your cheek as he grabs the sides of your face, squeezing as he shoves farther inside you, over and over again, only spurred on by the sloppy noises he hears every time the two of you connect. “Gonna be - gonna be my fucking toy forever. I’ll keep you on a fucking leash if I have to.”

All you can do is whimper and blink back your tears. He brushes his tongue across your face, licking them away as they overflow. “You look so scared. So mad.” He’s slowing himself down, now. Making it last. “It’s cute. Stay just like that, okay?” He presses on the corners of your mouth, forcing it deeper into a scowl. “So fucking cute.”

Your eyes match the anger he’s forced onto your mouth. Somehow, this moment feels worse than everything that’s come before. He’s playing with your face now. Trying to make it his, just like your body. And something about that - it breaks your daze. And your arms aren’t pinned anymore. There’s nothing you can do to make him stop, but. You feel the overwhelming urge to do something.

You reach up and slap him. Right across his pretty face, turning it sharply aside just as his cock buries itself all the way inside your cunt, reaching farther than you thought anyone ever could. His eyes widen, and his grip on your face tightens to a vise. You think that just once, you’ve managed to shock him.

Your faint sense of victory fades when you feel his cock pulse unmistakably inside you.

“Oh -” he sighs blissfully as he releases inside you, and you go limp as he collapses into your shoulder. A moment later, he turns his head and whispers in your ear. “Very interesting.” You can practically feel his grin radiating against your neck. “I’m definitely keeping you, now. So many things to try…” You squirm as he shifts on top of you, his face hovering right over your own. “And you’re gonna help me with every single one.”

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courtlyharlequin · 3 years

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Gotta say I love your writing!! It’s just absolutely wonderful and I can’t wait to see more of it ^-^ May I request some head cannons of the dorm leaders reacting to their S/O fainting suddenly from overworking themselves?

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A/N: Hello~ thank you for requesting. I’m glad you like my writing! This honestly means a lot to me. I’m sorry this took so long to write, but thank you for your patience. I hope it’s up to par ^^

Riddle Rosehearts:

He was completely caught off guard. You were walking next to him one moment and now you were on the ground. He drops whatever he’s holding and rushes to your side. He calls your name out several times in a firm yet worried tone. Riddle also makes sure to check your breathing as well. A relieved sigh escapes his lips

The redhead slings your arm around his shoulder and drags you to the infirmary. He struggles a bit to say the least. He was lugging an unconscious person to the other side of the school, but he digresses as your health and safety is a priority at the moment

Riddle lets the staff tend to you and waits by your side. He holds your hand, playing with your fingertips and finding himself staring out the window. His eyebrows are furrowed. He’s your boyfriend, your significant other, yet he was so caught up in his studies and duties as a prefect that he didn’t see the signs

By the time you wake up, he’s fallen asleep at your bedside. You card your fingers through his hair and his lashes flutter

“You worried me.”

You two talk for a bit about your health. It mainly consisted of Riddle lovingly scolding you for not taking better for yourself

Leona Kingscholar:

He sensed something off about you that day. Your eye bags were dark and deep. He shrugged it off because you told him you stayed up a tad too late to catch up on homework

When hanging around in his room afterschool, you fainted. You were sitting at his desk and he was seated at the edge of his bed. You were babbling about your history classes, but Leona could tell you were trying to hold on to your consciousness

Eventually, you fainted. He clicks his tongue before lunging towards you, wrapping his arm around your waist, catching you before you fell onto the floor

He lays you on his bed before going to find a glass of water for you

Leona comes back with the glass, but also a bowl of water and a wet towel too. He places the towel onto your head. Now, all he can do is wait. You’re breathing. You’re fine– just overworked, but it’s only a matter of time before you wake

When you gain consciousness, he just lets you talk. He hugs you if you need him to, running a hand through your hair. There’s the occasional forehead kiss as well. He’s quiet for the most part, but he’ll admit you worried him

After you promise to take better care of yourself, he climbs onto the bed and drapes the blanket over the both of you, telling you to get some more sleep. He won’t let you go until you’re well rested

Azul Ashengrotto:

Like Riddle, Azul panics, rushing to your side and calling out your name. He firmly shakes your shoulder. With no response, he scopes you up in his arms and carries you to the Octavinelle dormitory

There, he tends to you. He lays you on your back and raises your legs to help blood flow to your head. He takes off your shoes and loosens your tie– anything to make your recovery more comfortable

He’s honestly very worried but he knows that if he panics, he might be doing more harm than good

You regain your consciousness quickly, but he’s not letting you walk away from him without proper rest. Don’t brush it off like it’s nothing. You’re overworked and you just fainted!

He listens to your troubles and offers you some advice as someone who’s always busy too. He offers to help you with your work if it’ll lighten the load in exchange that you’ll rest properly

Can’t have you faint on him again, now can we?

Kalim Al-Asim:

He invited you over to Scarabia to let loose after exams. He knows you’ve been working hard as of late so he wanted you to relax with a small banquet, filling food and feel-good vibes. Kalim nearly drops his drink after hearing a loud thud. He turns around to see your lifeless figure on the floor

His eyes widened as he rushed to your side. Students crowd around you both; he can hear their distant whispers. His heartbeat rings throughout his ears, muffling their voices. He sighs when he sees your chest rise and fall

Kalim isn’t quite sure exactly what to do. His thoughts are all over the place, but he knows that he should get you out of her quickly. He could save the questions for later.

He slings your arm around his shoulder. He crosses paths with Jamil on his way to the bedroom. He gives him a silent nod. The vice prefect quickened his pace and tends to the common room

The prefect ushers you onto his bed and turns on the fan. He isn’t familiar with fainting, but he is familiar with tending to someone who’s unconscious. Jamil has been poisoned a handful of times on his behalf and he’s seen the maids tend to him. While you don’t need an antidote, you need to be laid on your back and have anything tight loosened. He places your feet on a tower of pillows, redirecting your blood flow to your head

When you wake, he embraces you wholeheartedly. Kalim refrains from bombarding you with questions as to why you fainted albeit he is thankful that you told him out of your own volition. He’ll definitely offer to do something lighthearted together to ease your mind. How about a game of mancala?

Vil Schoenheit:

He was already scolding you for overworking yourself. You can’t hide those eye bags from him. He’s been doing his best to keep you in check– making sure you eat three meals a day and sleep on time. However, you have to meet him halfway

Vil’s breath hitches as he sees your figure fall towards the ground. Luckily, he catches you by the wrist, pulling you close to him before gently laying you on your back.

He tries to compose himself, but that nearly gave him a heart attack. Sure, he knew about your workload, but he didn’t expect you to faint

He brushes his feelings aside to tend to you. Your health is most important to him as of now. He’s not unfamiliar with fainting. Fortunately, Vil has never fainted himself, but he’s had his share of fainting incidents. His colleagues often fainted due to overworking as well

Honestly… what was he going to do with you? He shakes his head as he checks for your pulse and breathing. He doesn’t hesitate to search up ways to help someone when fainting. He wants to take care of you thoroughly and to the best of his abilities. He may have witnessed others tend to an individual who has fainted, but he’s no expert

Be prepared for an earful when you wake up. Vil has a lot to say to you. You should be taking care of yourself. Know your limits. You can’t put forth your best efforts if you’re dead tired. He plans a self care day for you both

No if’s, and’s, or but’s. You’re going to rest. Vil understands the need to overexert yourself, going the extra mile for your work, your passions, but there’s a limit. Success comes from resting as much as it comes from hard work. Cut yourself some slack, Fairest

Idia Shroud:

It’s a miracle Idia didn’t faint himself. He’s scared out of his mind. Are you alright? A thousand thoughts race through his mind. What happened? You were fine a moment ago! Please don’t tell him you just died on the spot. Or worse– possessed by a ghost?!

Worst case scenarios flood his mind. Some of them are completely irrational, but he doesn’t consider that. Anything is possible

He mutters your name under his breath repeatedly as he shakes your shoulder. Each time, his voice grows louder and louder

Idia runs to get some help. He returns with Ortho who scans your lifeless figure, confirming that you are indeed alive, just overworked and exhausted. He urges his brother to carry you back to Ignihyde to let you rest properly. The floor isn’t comfortable for humans

Reluctantly, he drags you back to his room. He stays by your side. He holds your hand while playing a game. The poor prefect nearly drops his phone when you squeeze his hand, letting him know you’re awake

Idia starts rambling. He was worried sick! His stammering comes to a halt when you kiss him on the cheek as thanks

In turn, he buries his head into the crook of your neck. He’s red to the tips of his ears now. He honestly didn’t do much. He wishes he could have done more to lighten your workload to be honest

Nevertheless, Idia puts on a brave face for you and crawls into the bed with you

Malleus Draconia:

Color him surprised. You were standing and then you weren’t. He turned around once he heard a loud thud only to find you on the floor. At first, he thought you had tripped over your own feet. You were a klutzy beastie after all. It wouldn't be the first time this happened. He found it endearing

Malleus chuckled as he crouched down to offer you a hand. He blinked twice when you didn’t take his hand. You didn’t even say a word. He pokes your cheek and cocks his head

“(y/n)?”

Still no response. Now he’s worried. What happened to you? You were still breathing, but you weren’t awake. Have you fallen asleep? But in broad daylight… He brushes your hair aside to examine your face. You did have dark circles, but he doesn’t believe that would be the cause of this. You would have yawned more frequently

Well, no matter. It would be best to get you to bed. Leaving you in the hallway wasn’t a viable option. You would certainly be more comfortable on a mattress

He sighs as he scoops you up in his arms and teleports to his bedroom

There, he lays you on his bed, tucking you in snugly. Malleus places a gentle kiss on your forehead

He waits by your side. If you show signs of distress in your slumber, then he might enchant your dreams with a little bit of magic to make you sleep more comfortably

When you wake, Malleus will lend you an ear to listen to your troubles. If you insist on going back to your work, then he’ll sit you back down and prop open a book and begins reading. You find yourself slowly falling asleep

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