#although even if i do it will be behind unlock city
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● Some revenge ●
Daryl Dixon X fem.Reader
Era: Season 11, Commonwealth
Summary: The neighbors in your new home are way too loud. So you and Daryl got revenge.
Warnings: +18 CONTENT, doggy style, handjob, dirty talk, spanking, petnames (like Baby and Babe)
Words: 2.4k
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PoV (Y/N):
We had been living in the Commonwealth for a while now and Daryl and I already had jobs too. While Daryl worked with the other soldiers, I had to work at a bookstore. Although I wanted to work with Daryl, Hornsby said I would be better off with a quieter job. It annoyed me, but I accepted it and worked in that store from morning to night.
Sometimes Judith and RJ came by to keep me company, but whenever I saw them, I saw tired faces.
And I also knew the reason why.
Although we lived in a small apartment, the walls were incredibly thin so you could hear everything. And the neighbors weren't particularly quiet.They talked way too loudly, had parties, or listened to loud music. And it didn't seem to bother anyone else, because when Daryl and I went to complain, all we got was the statement that the problem would be resolved soon.
And that was quite a while ago.
So I sit tiredly in my chair, reading a book while I come up with a plan to solve this problem.
Daryl had often suggested solving it in his way, but luckily I was always able to stop him. But then an idea came to me.
The city knew that I had been with Daryl for several years now and I wanted to take advantage of that. The knowledge alone didn't even make many men think about looking at me askance.
So with a slight feeling of happiness, I finished my work a little earlier and prepared everything for my plan. To do this, I picked up Judith and RJ from school and I made sure that they both slept somewhere other than in our apartment. And after that, I had to discuss everything with Daryl.
That same day I got the apartment ready, I got the bed ready, I put on provocative underwear and I also prepared some food.
Of course I still had my pants and shirt on over my underwear, but I was still a little happy. It was becoming increasingly rare that Daryl and I had sex, but whenever we did, it was incredibly good.
While I was preparing the meal, I heard the neighbors, who could never be quiet, enter their apartment and prepare everything for a loud evening. But I would be faster and hopefully it would be a little quieter. Daryl would even come home a little early.
"Then let's start the plan..."
I muttered quietly to myself before I heard our door unlock and Daryl step inside.
"I´m back."
He just grumbled loudly.
I walked up to him and hugged him tightly, a big smile on my lips.
“Hey... How was your day?"
I asked as I gave him a kiss on the cheek.
Daryl just hummed quietly before resting his head on my shoulder. This was enough of an answer for me and I ran my fingers through his hair. He seemed very tired, I almost wanted to ditch the idea so he could rest. But I could hardly open my mouth before we heard the neighbors laughing loudly. Daryl and I both growled in annoyance before we separated and I went back into the kitchen while Daryl took off his shoes.
"Where are Judith and RJ?”
He asked as I spread our food onto our plates.
"I sent them both somewhere else for the night, to friends' houses to be exact."
"Oh? Why’s tha´?”
I heard him ask and the next moment I heard his armor being stripped off.
I bit my bottom lip uncertainly before turning to look at him.
Daryl only had on his black pants and his black sweater, which he always wore under his armor. The material was a little tighter to his skin than his other clothes, which is why I could see his slight muscles.
I unconsciously licked my lips as I studied him. The archer noticed this, of course, and hummed briefly in amusement. He slowly walked towards me until he was standing in front of me, resting his hands behind me on the kitchen counter.
“Ya have anythin´ special planned, woman?”
His voice seemed a little deeper than it actually was and I had to grin slightly.
"Yes… I wanted to take care of the neighbors… and I need your help for that…"
My voice also became a little quieter, more passionate and Daryl growled softly.
My eyes filled with lust and I slowly moved my hand up his chest.
“What’s on yar mind?”
Before I answered his question, I pressed my lips firmly against his.
Immediately the archer growled and he wrapped his arms around my waist. I wrapped my arms around his neck to pull him even closer to me.
Our lips moved against each other in a quick rhythm until I let my tongue roam his bottom lip. He immediately reciprocated my action by licking my lower lip and then sliding his tongue into my mouth. My tongue immediately received his and I moaned loudly against his lips.
His hands moved lower and lower until they were on my ass. He pinched it gently once, making me whimper and jump up immediately. His strong arms immediately went under my thighs and I wrapped my legs around his waist.
Our pelvises were now rubbing right against each other and I rolled my hips against his to feel some pressure against my pussy.
“Greedy~?”
His voice resembled a purr and I hummed loudly.
We broke apart briefly to take a breath and looked deeply into each other's eyes. His hands started massaging my butt and I started kissing his neck. I felt Daryl slowly move and in the next few seconds I was lying on our soft bed. Sadly our bedroom was right next to our neighbors living room, but now it couldn't have been better positioned.
Daryl pressed a gentle kiss to my lips before sitting up and wrapping my legs around his waist again. His fingers ran under my shirt and he slowly pushed it up until he could see my stomach.
Grumbling, Daryl leaned down and kissed my stomach gently, his stubble tickling my skin a little, making me giggle softly.
While he covered my skin with kisses, his fingers pushed my shirt further and further up until my breasts were now exposed. I wore a black bra that was very simple in design. It wasn't anything exciting, but at a time when you had to fight for your own survival and therefore only wore sports bras, this bra was very sexy.
“God, ya look good~…”
Daryl growled quietly as his gaze went up.
I smiled slightly as his kisses continued upward until his lips brushed over my bra.
My nipples were already hard, but you couldn't see them through the bra.
Daryl probably had the same thought I had because the next moment he took off my shirt completely and then let his hands go to the straps of the bra.
“May I?”
"Of course…"
And with those words, he slowly pulled the straps from my arms.
The thin material gave me goosebumps and I sighed loudly as Daryl opened the clip on my bra and finally took it off. He simply threw both on the floor and didn't give the material any further thought.
He then did the same with my pants and panties. He kissed my clit briefly before sitting up again.
He slowly took off his shirt, his strong chest and his scars slowly becoming visible.
Daryl had told me about his life back then, what his father had done to him and what he had to go through. I was sorry, but I also wanted to show him that he could feel safe and comfortable with me. Although it took a really long time, his fear gradually subsided and he now even dared to take a shower with me.
“You’re perfect…”
I murmured, my eyes all dreamy as I looked at his chest.
I slowly ran my fingertips over his skin, over his nipples and then over his scar. The archer shuddered briefly before pushing me back down and pressing his face between my breasts.
He sucked greedily on my skin and licked it too.
With his rough fingers he massaged my nipples, making me inhale sharply. I arched my back and I felt Daryl rub his pelvis against mine.
A noticeable bulge was slowly forming in his pants and the bigger it got, the faster his movements against my pelvis became.
My breathing became louder and louder, I had completely blocked out the noises of the neighbors.
"God Daryl~…"
"I know, baby~…"
His voice made me gasp and I felt him slowly pull away from me. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his member, it was already rock hard and a few drops of pre-cum flowed down his shaft.
"So hard for ya…~"
I slowly sat up and kissed his stomach gently.
I wrapped my fingers around his shaft and moved my hand up and down. Daryl gasped softly as I squeezed hard a few times. I spread his pre-cum onto his shaft before he pushed me away and pressed his lips to mine again.
Groaning, I closed my eyes, but before I could respond to his kiss, he pulled away from me again.
“Turn aroun’~”
He didn't even wait but grabbed my waist and turned me onto my stomach before giving my ass a slap.
I whimpered loudly as I felt Daryl lift my hips. I laid my upper body on the mattress and turned my face slightly to the side so that I could still breathe.
“Ya wan’ tha’?”
Daryl asked, his voice growling.
His cock rose against my entrance and I just whimpered loudly. I confirmed his question with a nod and moved my pelvis further against him. He slapped my ass again, making me moan louder this time.
I could be loud, shout, moan loudly. It was pretty unusual, but finally being able to do it felt really good.
“Yes~! I want you inside me, Daryl! Please!”
I then whimpered loudly.
Daryl growled briefly again before slowly pushing himself into me.
His cock stretched my inner walls hard, making us both whimper and growl loudly.
You could tell we hadn't had sex in a long time, my pussy was incredibly tight and Daryl's breathing was very fast. Just like mine.
“God, ya feel good~…”
Daryl purred loudly before slapping my ass again.
Panting loudly, I gripped the bed sheet tightly while Daryl finally pulled back a little, only to then press himself completely back into me. He thrust into me again and again, our skin slapped against each other loudly, but our voices drowned out the slapping noises.
“So good!” I screamed loudly.
I could only faintly hear the neighbors murmuring something, but I ignored it and enjoyed the fullness that Daryl gave me.
God, we have to fuck more often again.
Daryl moved his hips harder and harder against mine, his hands gripping my hips or waist tightly.
Sometimes he would massage my ass, then he would caress my sides, and then he would slap my ass again. He kept this process for quite a while and he made me see stars with it. My eyes rolled back as his tip hit my special spot and I moaned his name loudly.
“God, Daryl~…! Yes, fuck~!”
“Ya like tha´?… yeh, ya like tha´, baby~”
Suddenly his hand was between my shoulder blades and he pushed my upper body a little further down. He lightly pressed my face into the pillow and I screamed loudly into it. But Daryl didn't seem to like the fact that my voice was now much muffled, so he pulled me back up so that my back was pressed against his chest.
"I wan' ya, ta scream loud an' nice, 'kay?"
He growled softly in my ear and I breathed faster and faster.
I felt a little dizzy from my rapid breathing and Daryl's thrusts. He now buried his face into my shoulder, his right hand went to my breast, which he massaged roughly, and his left hand went to my clit.
He massaged my clit in circular motions, just as he swirled his finger around my nipple.
“Fuck, I’m gonna cum~…!”
I screamed loudly.
Daryl just growled loudly before I felt him bite my skin lightly. He wouldn't leave a mark, but it was enough to make me whimper.
“Good~…cum aroun’ ma cock, yah?”
He then growled in my ear.
His voice gave me goosebumps and I nodded quickly again.
The pressure in my abdomen increased and my vision slowly became black. I felt that Daryl's thrusts were becoming more and more irregular and his cock was also throbbing harder inside me.
Before I could do anything I came around his shaft and I screamed his name loudly. As loud as I was screaming, the entire house probably heard us, but we didn't care at the moment.
“Fuck~…! Yes, jus’ like tha’…”
After Daryl said this he pulled out of me and he flipped me over.
He gently pushed me back into bed and he kissed my lips briefly. As he pulled away from me, he wrapped his fingers around his shaft and he moved them quickly down on us.
He put his face between my breasts and he breathed in my scent deeply. The archer growled loudly once before I felt his hot cum on my skin.
He sprayed on my stomach and some hit my breasts too.
Breathing heavily, he began kissing my skin as I also tried to get my breathing back under control.
“God, that was good…!”
I then uttered, with a slight giggle.
Daryl just snorted briefly before sitting up and looking at my body. The archer remained silent for a moment before he got up and put his boxershorts back on properly and then got some towels. He gently wiped his cum from my skin before throwing away the towels and placing a kiss on my forehead.
“Now the neighbors stay quiet… and if not…”
Daryl didn't have to continue, I understood what he meant.
A wide grin crept onto my lips before I nodded slightly and gently pressed his lips to mine.
#daryl#daryl dixon#daryl twd#twd daryl#the walking dead daryl#twd#daryl dixon x reader#daryl dixon twd#twd daryl dixon#daryl dixon smut#smut#daryl dixon x female reader
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I know you’re not going to translate TTDS as the actual light novels but I just want to say thank you very much for the cliffnotes regardless. I’m a huge fan of it, and I know it’s very obscure, and the fact we have those at the very least means a lot to me.
Aw hey, you're welcome. It is kind of a shame that they don't have as much attention as the rest of mothy's content, I'm glad you enjoy having the summaries!
#i will say the first novel is not 100 percent off the table#although even if i do it will be behind unlock city
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is this hatred? or love? part 1
pairings natasha romanoff x fem!reader
synopsis what happens when you have to share a bed with your enemy?
word count 2.9k
warnings fluff, teasing, gunshot wound, reader’s injured, pet names (sweetheart, love), one bed trope, enemies to lovers, they’re both so in denial it makes me want to bang my head against the wall
author’s note haven’t had the time to write in a long time. i honestly had a lot of fun writing this, natasha being the most annoying fucking tease is the biggest headcannon to me <3
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“Need a hand, dorogaya (sweetheart)?”
“Shut up, Romanoff.”
“If you say so.”
With your dominant hand pressed firmly against your wounded abdomen to stem the bleeding, your other hand trembled as it swiped the card through the reader. Natasha leaned her back casually against the adjacent wall, her boredom thinly veiled by a feigned yawn as the reader emitted its third ‘beep’ of rejection due to your insufficient force.
“We’ll be here all day. Aren’t you supposed to have super soldier serum in your blood?”
“I said shut up.”
With an exasperated scoff, Natasha snatched the card out of your hand. She forcefully swiped it through the reader, the satisfying click of the door unlocking echoing in the corridor. As the door swung open to reveal the dimly lit motel room, Natasha couldn’t help but grin smugly.
“See? Easy as pie.”
You grunted in response, carefully adjusting your stance to maintain pressure on your wound. “Thanks.”
“Don’t mention it, love.” She replied breezily.
With a nod of appreciation, you stepped through the doorway, a wave of relief washing over you, although the throbbing pain in your abdomen dampened it. Natasha followed suit, closing the door behind her and locking it. She walked past you, her demeanour shifting subtly from teasing to attentive as she scanned the room. Once she familiarised herself with the layout and window exits, she turned back to you, nodding her head to give you the all-clear.
The room looked ordinary like any other hostel room, with neutral-toned walls and simple furnishings. A small table sat in one corner, adorned with a lamp and a few scattered brochures. Across the room, a worn-out armchair stood next to a narrow window, its curtains drawn shut to block the dim city lights. On the opposite wall, a modest dresser provided limited storage space, its drawers slightly ajar. Despite its lack of luxury, the room emanated a sense of comfort. As you looked around the unremarkable surroundings, you couldn’t help but feel a twinge of gratitude for the simple shelter it provided.
While you were busy surveying the room, Natasha’s attention was on your injured abdomen, a subtle flash of concern in her eyes. The sight of the fresh blood staining your shirt in the brief moments it took to open the door tugged at her heartstrings, even if she would never admit it to you.
“How bad is the wound?” She inquired, pointing a finger towards your abdomen.
You glanced down, noting the slight redness seeping through the fabric and onto your shirt. “Well, I wouldn’t have this wound if someone realised that a HYDRA agent was aiming at them.” You retorted.
Natasha smirked, a glint of amusement dancing in her eyes. “Hey, it’s not my fault they can’t resist taking a shot at me, I’m irresistible.”
You couldn’t help but chuckle despite the ache in your side. “Irresistible, huh? That’s one way to put it.”
“Of course.” She shrugged casually, giving you a knowing look. “I honestly think we both attract trouble wherever we go. It's probably the only reason Fury paired the two of the biggest troublemakers on this mission, right? He’s probably having the best day of his life without having to deal with us constantly being at each other’s throats.”
You smirked, acknowledging the truth in her words. “Seems like Fury knows what he’s doing after all.”
“Well, I’d like to think he’s getting some entertainment out of it.”
You rolled your eyes playfully. "Entertainment? More like a headache.”
Her smirk softened into a faint smile as she shook her head. “Just because you saved me doesn’t mean that I don’t hate you still.”
“Likewise, Romanoff. Just because we’re being all buddy-buddy right now doesn’t mean I suddenly like you.”
Natasha raised an eyebrow, a playful glint in her eyes. “Good. Wouldn’t want things to get too sentimental, partner.”
You knew that the word ‘partner’ was dripping with teasing and sarcasm. The two of you were anything but cooperative with each other. You both frequently exchanged biting remarks, teasing, and insults. You couldn’t help but wonder what you had done to make her despise you so much. You were nice to her when you joined the Avengers all those years ago, but it always seemed that she harboured a deep dislike for you. When you spoke up in a team meeting, she would scowl and you could always feel her gaze burning a hole in your skull.
In the beginning, you tried to get along with her and be as friendly to her as you were to everyone else. From offering her assistance during training or helping her with her mission reports, nothing you did ever seemed to break the coldness and distance in her heart. You knew she wasn’t the most extroverted person, but you never saw her act that way towards others. Eventually, you gave up and decided it was best to ignore her, just as she had ignored you.
Of course, once you started ignoring her too, Natasha’s behaviour changed. She started teasing and taunting you, finding ways to provoke a reaction from you even when you tried to ignore her. And she kept winning. Her incessant teasing had a way of getting under your skin. It was a frustrating cycle of provocation and reaction. You felt like you were constantly on edge whenever she was around.
But reluctantly, you couldn’t deny that everything had changed during the mission an hour ago. Despite the heated tensions, you both had an unspoken agreement to watch each other’s backs in battle.
As the weight of the moment settled on you, Natasha’s gaze softened, and her concern for your well-being was evident in the depths of her eyes. “But seriously,” she said, her tone changing to genuine concern, “let me help you tend to that wound before it gets infected.”
You shook your head slightly. “It’s okay, I can take care of it myself.”
Her expression tightened slightly, her concern unwavering. “Stubborn as always,” she muttered under her breath.
You met her gaze with a steely resolve. “I appreciate the offer, but I’ve handled worse.”
Her lips formed a thin line, showing her frustration. "Think of it as a way of repaying you for helping me.” She insisted, her voice firm.
You knew she wouldn’t give the matter up. The both of you were equally as stubborn as a mule. “Fine.” You relented, offering a nod.
“Great,” Natasha replied, a hint of relief in her tone. “To the bathroom then. I’m sure this motel room has a first aid kit somewhere…”
You and Natasha made your way to the bathroom, her footsteps echoing yours. Silently, you took a seat on the edge of the closed toilet seat. You leaned back against the toilet’s tank, the cool porcelain surface offering a brief respite from the tension in your muscles. She wasted no time in retrieving the first aid kit from the mirror cabinet and moving towards you.
“Take off your shirt,” She instructed, settling the first aid kit on the tiled floor.
Your brows furrowed in surprise at her directive. “W-What?” You stammered, looking down at her with an incredulous look.
Natasha rolled her eyes at your surprise, her patience wearing thin. “Come on, don’t make this more difficult than it needs to be,” she chided, her tone tinged with exasperation. “I can’t clean your wound if you have your shirt on.”
Reluctantly, you began to peel off your shirt cautiously. Each inch revealed the angry red gunshot wound beneath, eliciting a whine as the fabric grazed against your wound. At least you were lucky that the bullet passed through instead of staying inside your body. As more of your skin came into view, Natasha’s eyes widened, her breath catching in her throat. A blush crept onto her cheeks, betraying her normally composed demeanour. Despite her best efforts to maintain her composure, the sight of your exposed skin stirred something within her, igniting a warmth that she couldn’t quite suppress. Quickly, she averted her gaze, busying herself with preparing the first aid supplies. Though she tried to hide it, the flush on her cheeks lingered.
As you finally removed your shirt, Natasha’s expression softened even further. “Thank you for sacrificing yourself for me. It was incredibly stupid, though.” She murmured, her voice softer now.
“It’s alright, Romanoff.”
“You can call me Natasha, you know. You’re the only one in the team that still calls me by my last name.”
“Alright, Natasha.” Your lips twitched into a small, appreciative smile.
In a comfortable silence, Natasha began to carefully clean the wound with a cotton ball soaked in rubbing alcohol, her touch gentle yet precise. The warmth of her fingertips against your skin sent a shiver down your spine. As she worked, you couldn’t help but steal glances at her, admiring the focused expression on her face.
Natasha’s brows furrowed as she delicately dabbed at the wound, her lips forming a thin line. Now and then, she would scrunch her nose up, a small, endearing gesture that softened her usual stoic expression. Despite the pain, a smile tugged at the corners of your lips at the sight of her.
Once the wound was cleaned and dressed, her gaze met yours with a sense of satisfaction. “There,” she said softly, relief in her voice. “All done.”
You offered her a grateful smile, “Thank you.”
A small, genuine smile curved Natasha’s lips as she met your gaze. “Anytime, dorogaya (sweetheart).”
As she rose to her feet, a blush crept onto your cheeks. You were well-acquainted with Natasha’s tendency to use nicknames on you, especially ‘dorogaya’, but it was typically wielded with a teasing edge. This time, however, it wasn’t accompanied by the usual teasing tone. Instead, it carried a genuine warmth that caught you off guard.
“Uh…” You stammered, feeling a warmth spreading through your chest at the unexpectedly sincere endearment. Clearing your throat, you tried to push aside the fluttering in your chest.
Her smile widened at your reaction. “Nervous, are we?”
“Shut up, Natasha.”
She chuckled softly at your retort, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “I’ll take that as a yes,” she teased, her tone light and playful.
You couldn’t help but roll your eyes, a small smile playing at the corners of your lips despite the warmth still lingering in your cheeks. “You’re impossible,” you muttered, though there was no real bite to your words.
With a shake of her head, Natasha reached down to offer you a hand. “Come on, let’s get you back on your feet,” she said.
You hesitated for a moment, touched by her gesture, before placing your hand in hers. With a steady grip, she helped you to your feet. She moved to the doorway before looking at you over her shoulder. “I’ll let you shower first. Try not to get water on the dressing.”
“Got it.”
With a final nod of acknowledgement, Natasha closed the door behind her, leaving you alone in the quiet of the bathroom. Taking a moment to collect your thoughts, you slipped off the rest of your clothes and placed them in a pile with your soiled shirt. A sense of relief washed over you at the prospect of washing away the grime of the day’s events. You turned on the water, allowing the warm cascade to envelop you as you stepped beneath the stream. Despite the lingering ache in your abdomen, the sensation of the water against your skin was soothing, easing the aching tension that had settled in your muscles.
As you stood beneath the spray, you couldn’t help but reflect on the events that led to this moment. Fury had sent you and Natasha on what was supposed to be a routine mission, but as these things often went, it spiralled into chaos. The intel given was faulty, the security stronger than anticipated, and you were in over your heads before you knew it. It was a mission gone wrong, one of those rare instances where even the most meticulous planning couldn’t prevent disaster.
In the aftermath of the debacle, with your injuries sustained and the mission being held in another country, there was no choice but to seek refuge in a motel room for a night before a Quinjet could transport you back to the Avengers Compound. Fury had booked a motel room for you and Natasha, a nondescript haven tucked away from prying eyes. It was a humble accommodation, far removed from the luxuries of the Compound, but at least it provided a temporary sanctuary where you could tend to your wounds without drawing unwanted attention.
As you stood beneath the shower’s warm spray, the mission’s events were still fresh and raw as they replayed in your mind like a relentless loop. The close calls, the split-second decisions, the adrenaline-fueled rush of combat. And yet, despite the chaos and uncertainty, one thing remained constant — Natasha fighting with you side-by-side.
You couldn’t help but marvel at Natasha’s resilience. Her determination even in the face of overwhelming odds. She had saved your life more times than you could count, her skills as an assassin matched only by her unwavering loyalty to S.H.I.E.L.D.
However, this time was different. During the mission, the roles had been reversed. In a moment of instinct, you had thrown yourself between Natasha and the gun aimed in her direction, putting your own life on the line to protect hers. The only reason you could think of for making a reckless decision like that was that simple — you couldn’t bear the thought of losing Natasha, even if you hated her with your whole heart. There was no hesitation as you acted on pure instinct, driven by a need to protect her.
As the warm water washed away the physical remnants of the mission, you emerged from the shower. Wrapping a towel around yourself, you stepped out of the bathroom, feeling a sense of relief wash over you as the steam-filled air gave way to the coolness of the room.
Immediately, your gaze was drawn to Natasha, who sat on the edge of the bed, her expression a mix of surprise as she took in your appearance. You couldn’t help but feel a flutter of nerves at the intensity of her gaze, prompting you to tighten the towel around yourself in a subconscious attempt to shield your modesty.
Finally, Natasha broke the silence. “Sorry for staring. I.. uh-” She faltered for a moment, her words trailing off as she cleared her throat, seemingly struggling to find the right thing to say. “We have a problem. There’s only one bed.”
Her words caught you off guard, and for a moment, you were at a loss for how to respond. You looked down at the singular bed Natasha was sitting on. You couldn’t help but feel a flush of embarrassment colour your cheeks. The prospect of sharing a bed with Natasha added a whole new layer of complexity to your already complicated relationship with her.
“I’ll sleep on the floor,” Natasha suggested, standing up.
You felt a pang of guilt wash over you. You couldn’t shake the feeling that it wouldn’t be fair for her to sacrifice her comfort for your sake.
“Don’t be ridiculous.” You interjected quickly. “You take the bed, I’ll sleep on the floor instead.”
Natasha crossed her arms, regarding you with a raised eyebrow. “I’m not being ridiculous. You’re the one that’s injured, you should get the bed instead.”
You shook your head. “I appreciate the concern but I really can’t let you sleep on the floor. We’re both equally exhausted from the mission and besides, you need a good night’s rest too.”
Natasha’s expression softened, her gaze meeting yours with a mixture of gratitude and stubbornness. “I can’t let you sleep on the floor either,” she countered, her voice firm.
You sighed, realizing that neither of you would easily back down from this standoff. “Alright, how about this,” you proposed. “We share the bed. It’s really small, so we’ll have to sleep pressed up against each other, but at least neither of us has to sleep uncomfortably.”
Natasha hesitated for a moment, considering your offer. “Are you sure?” she asked, her tone softening with concern.
“I’m sure.” You nodded, offering her a reassuring smile. “Go take a shower. You smell.”
She chuckled softly at your attempt to lighten the mood. “Yes ma’am.”
As Natasha disappeared into the bathroom, you took a moment to collect your thoughts, relieved that the tension between you had dissipated, at least for now. Sharing a bed with her was certainly going to be an… interesting experience.
You reached for the bag you had dropped near the doorway and pulled out a fresh set of clothes. Quickly, you dressed yourself. As you settled into bed, you heard the door open as Natasha emerged from the bathroom. You were facing away from her as you felt the bed dip behind you when she got into bed. Feeling her presence behind you, you turned your head to offer her a small smile.
“Can I… wrap my arm around you? It’s the only way we’ll both fit in this bed.” Natasha remarked, her voice laced with a hint of embarrassment.
You chuckled softly, feeling the tension easing further as you nodded in agreement. “Sure, yeah, go ahead.”
As Natasha shifted closer, her front pressed up against your back and her arm gently encircling your waist, you couldn’t help but feel the butterflies in your stomach at the sudden intimacy. Despite the awkwardness, there was a surprising comfort in the warmth of her touch, and you found yourself relaxing further in her embrace.
“Goodnight, Y/N.” Natasha murmured, her breath warm against your ear.
“Goodnight, Natasha.” You replied, a sense of contentment settling over you as you closed your eyes.
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it would be nice to sit somewhere quiet with you
pairing: wriothesley x reader
summary: wriothesley is getting used to having you in his life (fluff)
word count: 1.9k+
a/n: i just assumed he lives in the fortress of meropide + he has a voiceline about how his handcuffs are built differently and can't be unlocked by any old master key, which prompted this ! i love him sm and i want to treat him so kindly
"What's this?"
The question leaves your lips before Wriothesley has completely let go of the small, metallic item in his fist. It's rare for him to invite you out for lunch, especially when it's an offer to meet you in the heart of Fontaine's main city. His invitation arrived at your desk in the form of a handwritten note, stating the time and place.
It's where you find yourself sitting opposite him now -- in a small cafe within a hidden corner of the city. A mostly empty area, but serving a delicious choice of tea and sweets. His words, not yours.
A beat of silence passes between the two of you.
It's broken when you gasp in surprise, cupping the key with one of your hands and dropping it onto the other hand as though expecting it to disappear between your motions. "Oh, I didn't realise this was a special occasion."
"It's so you don't always have to ask when you come down to visit me." He explains plainly, as though his actions haven't caused a complete rewiring in your brain of what you can expect from Wriothesley. He brings out his own room key to compare with yours.
A look of delight crosses your face when you see that they look completely identical. Clearing his throat, he drops his key back into his pocket, leaning his chin onto the palm of his hand. If he lets down his guard anymore, he's certain he'll blush at the adorable way you're acting right now. An odd, panicked thud hits within his chest when he realises you're not even looking at him, too busy gazing down at the key he's given you fondly. His nervousness changes to a pleasant warmth when you look up at him with a smile on your face.
"Thank you."
Wriothesley shrugs, crossing his arms in what he hopes is a nonchalant motion. "If it's for you..." The words trail off quietly as a different train of thought crosses his mind. "I'm glad you liked it." He says instead.
In the fourth months since then, you've visited him exactly six times and stayed over once. Although he's starting to think that it doesn't count, considering you left before he'd woken up. Not that he can recall the note that you left behind for him clearly in his mind. Not that he's counting your visits or memorising your excuses for coming this far his way. And he's definitely not got an eye out for you, knowing when you step into the Fortress of Meropide and the times of your exits.
So, as he stands, eyeing the dark and empty room which should hold you in some corner but doesn't seem to, he gets a little panicky. He knows you entered the Fortress of Meropide a little over an hour ago, although he hasn't kept track of your whereabouts since then. It takes a second for the panicked flutter in his heart to register as worry. But it's rendered him slightly useless. All he's doing is staring at the mattress covered in the soft sheets you'd brought with you on one of your visits in a stupid way.
There's a click from the bathroom door and he just manages to get a glimpse of your silhouette before you've barrelled into his chest. Wriothesley lets out a sigh of relief, letting his hands tangle into your hair. The bathroom, of course.
He hadn't even thought to check whether there was a light peeking out from underneath the door of the bathroom.
"Hi." You mumble, wrapping your arms around him and squeezing lightly. Screw his dislike of surprises apparently. "Did I scare you?"
The subtle teasing tone in your voice has the corners of his lips twitching.
"Obviously." He replies. "Who doesn't turn on the light when they enter the room in complete darkness? Even if they're going to the bathroom to shower first." He interrupts you as he notices you open your mouth to retort back to his question. Without waiting another moment, his hand slides from your hair to your cheeks, using a thumb to stroke your skin gently. His other hand reaches to flick on the light switch, revealing your flushed cheeks from the warm shower.
"I missed you." You say quietly.
He returns your sappiness with a roll of his eyes and a grin. "Can't even go without me for a couple of days, huh?"
"Mhm." You twirl a piece of your hair around your finger in thought. His eyes catch the motion, deciding whether to intertwine his free hand with yours. "When did you get the body wash I liked?"
Without answering, he buries his head into the crook of your neck and breathes deeply. It's warm. You feel yourself squirm at the ticklish sensation, only relaxing once his hand comes up to the back of your neck and massages it. An image sprouts in your mind of a hand holding a kitten by the scruff of its neck and you laugh.
It's always been like this; feeling a little like a give-and-take, except he keeps giving and so do you. A mumbled 'what?' brushes over your shoulder. Something seems to bloom in his chest when he notices you've left things behind in his room again. You don't apologise for it anymore. He wonders exactly when that happened.
Maybe somewhere between the third and fourth time you came over just to sit on his bed with him.
"Nothing." You pull away from the hug to look him over. His hair is tousled a bit more than it usually is, as though he ran all the way here from one side of the fortress to the other. A smile threatens to spread over your face and you bite your lip to stop it from appearing.
Wriothesley raises an eyebrow. You look all warm and cozy after your shower, and he honestly just wants to bundle you up and fall asleep with you in his arms. As though you can see the thought crossing his mind, you untangle yourself from his arms immediately, flopping back onto the bed with your arms spread wide.
Your eyes are closed lazily and you let out a contented sigh. "Ahh, it's so nice that I can curl up in bed since I'm all showered and clean."
Wriothesley gives a throaty laugh at the sight of you. His hands rest on his hips now as he rakes his eyes over your form. "Fine, fine. Want to help?"
You shoot up in bed instantly, eyes wide. "Yes."
"C'mon! Let me see how many layers you're actually wearing."
"Don't dissect me like some kind of insect--"
Wriothesley isn't stopping any of your movements though. Maybe he had something a little more dirty in mind when he made the offer, but it seemed that all you wanted to do was undress him and curl back into bed. He can live with that.
The cape comes off his shoulders first, and surprisingly, it's heavy. A quiet settles over the both of you once you actually move to undress him, and you can feel his eyes scanning your every move. Every movement of your hands against his bare skin or every notice of your intense gaze at his layers of clothing sends a jolt of electricity through him.
It's difficult to tell what he's thinking when he gets like this. You fold his cape neatly in half and place it to the side. You'll start a pile, you decide. As you get to work on pulling off his tie, you realise too late that he'll probably want to hang it up.
Your eyes don't leave his exposed collarbones as you toss his tie over to the side. A guilty feeling weighs you down, and you look up at him, only to find him still watching you with a curious look on his face.
"What? You're pretty," You state, only slightly embarrassed that you've been caught. Before he can retort with anything, you give him a kiss just above his collarbone. Wriothesley takes in a visible sharp breath, and you feel like you've won something. The waistcoat slides off his arms with ease as he lets you nudge him wherever you want.
It's self-consciousness instead of guilt that creeps up onto your next as he still doesn't say a word, merely watching your movements with an intense gaze. You feel a heat burn across your cheeks. You don't even realise you're clenching your fists until one of his hands envelops yours and swipes a thumb over your knuckles.
"You wear so many layers." You're throwing the waistcoat to the side now, shaky hands unbuttoning his shirt.
"It's cold down here." He pauses, tilting his head to think. "And it looks professional."
You snort. "Mm, yes, your loose tie is very professional."
"It adds personality and it makes me look good."
"Not going to argue with that last part." You mumble as your fingers fiddle with his shirt buttons clumsily. Finally, you’re able to get everything off, leaving him shirtless. It’s easier to see his breathing this way. It’s mesmerising. You brush over the scars on his chest absentmindedly. The way his even breathing stutters as you do so brings you back to focus on what you're doing. “Ah, sorry.”
Before you can move away, he grabs your wrist, holding your splayed, apologetic hand in place. “It’s okay.” His voice is softer when he says that, almost shy. When he’s sure you’re not going to stop touching him, he lets go of your wrist. There are scars accumulated over years of fights and whatever else he hasn’t told you yet. Using just one finger, you trace the outline of a few of them on his chest and his stomach. The whole time, he keeps his breathing even, watching the thoughtful look on your face. As you slowly drop your hand back to your side, he asks a lingering question in his mind. “Can I touch you?”
“I just showered.” You pout, shoulders slumping slightly at his suggestion.
“Nothing else, I promise.”
Wriothesley takes his time. His hand nudges at the top of your loose, bedtime shirt until he can kiss you on your shoulder. Soft pecks trail up to your jawline and his hand tilts your head slightly so he can bite you gently. A tentative hand travels up to the bare skin under your shirt and squeezes the side of your waist. When you don’t object, he pulls the shirt off of you, returning to wrap his arms around you as soon as he does and pulling you close to him. Another kiss, on your cheek this time. Again, on the corner of your lips. And the last one, a yearning press of his lips against yours as his hand strokes your jaw.
He leans his forehead against yours and closes his eyes. “Just one more minute like this, and then I will be getting into the shower.”
It’s warm in bed next to you. He’s curled up behind you, still placing kisses against your neck and brushing your hair aside as you squirm in his hold. With his arm slung over your waist, there’s not very much you can do. Maybe he’s addicted to kissing your skin.
“I think I want to follow you around tomorrow.” You suggest hesitantly. There’s a small moment where you think he might actually say no to you, but he just nods and goes back to kissing your neck, brushing his lips down to your shoulder.
“It’s pretty boring though. All paperwork and other things that I probably should be doing but I’ll ignore for a bit. Until I can't."
You’ve known him a bit too long, you realise. There’s a distinct lilt to his voice that tells you he’s smiling as he’s saying it, even though he’s got you facing the other way so that you can’t see him.
“Don’t care.” A sigh leaves your lips as he gives you one more long kiss against your shoulder before pulling away. “I want to hang out with you.”
You thread your fingers with the hand wrapped around your midriff, fiddling with them as you drift off to sleep. Wriothesley watches the silhouette of you breathing before deciding to leave you be and pull you closer to him instead.
I think I’m afraid of losing you, he thinks. But maybe it’s still a bit too early to tell you that.
#love is enroaching (lovingly) on each other's spaces btw#wriothesley x reader#genshin impact fluff#genshin x reader#wrio x reader#genshin drabbles#wriothesley fluff#wriothesley x you#wriothesley genshin#wriothesley x y/n#genshin x y/n#genshin fluff#— alathea writes#i originally had another header that was a more purplish tint for wriothesley but it was giving very 2014 filter vibes
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꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ 𝒮𝒜𝐹𝐸𝒯𝒴 𝒩𝐸𝒯
info ⭑ suna rintaro x reader. 1.3k wc. sfw ﾉ fluff ﾉ spider-man!suna
note ⭑ i cannot stop thinking about spider!suna !! possibly expect a few more drabbles in this au :3
you’re toeing the line between wakefulness and slumber; about to slip into dreamland but lucid enough to hear the tick… tick… tick… of the alarm clock situated on your beside table. the rhythmic sound begins to grow distant the deeper into the sleep you fall.
and before you actually drift off, you’re jolted awake by a noisy bang! at your window. the sound rips a startled scream from your throat as you scramble to sit up. the comforter bunched up in your fists is held up to your face to shield you from whatever just slammed into your window. you peer over the top of your flimsy safeguard, hoping that the source of the jarring noise is long gone.
unfortunately for you, it isn’t. although, there’s no reason for you to be so nervous anymore.
you recognize the glimpse of black and white haphazardly swinging at the corner of your window. rubbing your tired eyes with a sigh, you toss your blanket aside and leave the warm comfort of your bed to approach the glass.
you’re met with a groan of pain and some muffled swears when you reach your destination. your lips wobble, threatening to break out into a grin upon hearing the familiar voice.
the clicks of your window unlocking sound throughout the quiet of your room before you lift up the pane. a chilly draft enters the space and goosebumps raise on your arms almost immediately. you ignore the unpleasant sensation in favor of greeting your clumsy, untimely visitor. “did you seriously just swing straight into my window?”
regaining his balance, suna perches himself on the concrete lip of your window. with one hand by his feet to keep steady, he uses the other to snatch the black mask off his head. strands of dark hair stick up in different directions and it takes a moment for his grayish-yellow eyes to adjust to his normal vision outside the mask. when it finally does, he’s met your face, the corner of your lips twitching with a smile. somehow it makes him feel less embarrassed—but only a little. “i meant to land on the ledge but i came in too fast.”
“if you’re all this city has to rely on as a hero, we’re doomed.” you only mean it as a joke, you know that and so does suna, but he still feigns hurt at your comment, poking out his lip in a pout. he’s mastered the kicked puppy expression but you only offer him a sickeningly sweet smile in response. you jerk your thumb behind you as you take a few steps back to allow him some space. “come in, you’re making my room cold.”
he does as you say, climbing into your window much more gracefully than he had arrived. he closes it behind him as you scurry back to the warmth of your bed. you’re busy getting comfortable under your blanket when suna plops down beside you. you’d chastise him for lying on your bedding in his suit that’s been who knows where, but there’s something more pressing at the forefront of your mind. “what brings you here so late? you’re not hurt or anything, are you?”
“would you kiss it better if i was?” he asks, his eyes flitting over to meet yours. his tone is entirely serious but it’s accompanied by a grin that tells you he’s trying to get a reaction out of you.
you’re tempted to shut him down, just so he isn’t allowed the satisfaction he’s so desperately seeking, but the more you consider his question, the more you think about his circumstances.
this role of superhero, protector, defender, was thrust on him without his say—against his will. the once normal college student who played volleyball and video games in his free time now risks his life every day so the people around him stay safe. he downplays the danger he faces and you try not to show that you worry for him but you do.
you don’t know what you’d do with yourself if he ended up hurt.
so, even if he came to you with some minor injury like a bruised cheek or a split lip or a sprained ankle, you’d do anything in your power to make him feel better—even if that remedy was a kiss.
rolling onto your side so you’re facing him, you prop your chin in the palm of your hand. suna’s gaze is still glued to you and you challenge it with a stare of your own. “you know what? i would.”
the curl of the corners of his lips falls upon hearing your unforeseen reply. a weird feeling overcomes him, too. he can feel his heart rate pick up and can hear the ba-bump, ba-bump, ba-bump of the organ in his ears. the closest he’s felt to this sensation before is when he’s soaring through the air evading villains and crooks. but those are real threats and you’re the farthest thing from it. you’re his safety net, there to catch him whenever he feels himself falling.
why is he falling now?
he blinks and clears his throat. “what?”
“i said i would kiss it better if you were hurt.” you proudly tell him, sporting the smile of someone who beat the master at their own game. it isn’t often you render suna speechless and a sense of satisfaction washes over you knowing that you were able to do so by simply saying something you meant.
it’s difficult to see him in the dark of your room but you do pick up on the way his fingers nervously tap at his stomach and how he’s mindlessly chewing on the inside of his cheek. he isn’t looking at you anymore, either. you wonder what’s going on in his head, what thoughts are swimming in his skull. outside of his joking, he tends to keep a lot to himself.
you suspect he’s doing that much now. between his uncharacteristic silence and the fact that he never told you why he dropped in, you think it might be something he isn’t quite ready to share yet. it’s not something you’ll ever hold against him and if you’re the comfort he seeks after a long day, you don’t want to ruin that by pushing him. so, instead of waiting for suna to speak up, you ask, “wanna stay the night?”
he turns his head to face you. “can i?”
“mhm,” you hum, nodding your head. “you left a bag here last time, there might be something you can wear to sleep in it.”
you point to the bag propped up in the corner of your room. his gaze follows your finger and lands on the drawstring pouch he’s been looking for since last week. he internally chuckles at himself—he should have known he could find it here, where else would it be?
suna pulls himself up from his reclined position to make his way across the room. though, partway through the process, a sharp pain shoots up his side. his hand shoots out to hold his aching ribs as he bites back a groan of complaint.
you quickly sit up with him. there’s concern painted all over your face. “what’s wrong?”
“nothing, it’s where i—” he stops in the middle of his explanation, remembering the humiliation that blanketed him earlier.
“hit the window?” you finish his sentence with a quiet laugh that you fail to hold back.
he nods in confirmation, dragging the palms of his hands over his face in a show of bashfulness. it’s cute and so unlike suna. you can’t help but want to tease him just a little more.
“aw, don’t be embarrassed. want me to kiss it better?”
hiya, it's manon! thank you for giving this a read! if you enjoyed, please consider reblogging and/or leaving a comment! much love from me to you ❤︎
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can you please do a movie Lloyd X reader basically this takes place after the movie so everyone in Ninjago city knows that Lloyd is the green ninja but back to the plot Lloyd is currently going through the Oni and dragon equivalent of puberty so he is growing 2 new arms, horns, Wings and a tail and the reader always visit and Lloyd is starting to feel insecure so the reader shows Lloyd all the messages on her phone and all of them are from there school saying that Lloyd will always be the city green ninja and so on and Lloyd is happy that everyone will accept him and the reader and Lloyd end up cuddling and then garmadon walks in accidentally and processed to embarrass Lloyd in front of the reader and the reader pushes garmadon out of Lloyd room and the reader locks the door so both the reader and Lloyd can have cuddling in peace and the reader says that she loves him no matter what he will look like
Helloooo! I wanna say thank you to who sent in all those requests although i’ve only decided to do two of them ^^’ I still appreciate it!! I am excited to write this one hehe. I’m a sucker for comfort stuff (thought this turned out more like a hurt comfort tbh) so I hope this does the request right! (cause it kinda deviates from the request a bit) I apologize for how long this took to get out. 😭
“In my eyes, you are everything”
Type->
One-Shot
Pairing ->
Movie!Lloyd G. x F!Reader
Warnings ->
Blood mentions, OOC Lloyd(?)
Summary ->
After the events of the movie, Y/n and Lloyd officially get together and often sneak into each other's houses. But one thing Lloyd just so happens to forgets to mention is the fact he has Oni and Dragon blood. And Y/n only finds out when she stumbles upon Lloyd panicking over going through changes. Aka Y/n comforts Lloyd going through Oni/Dragon puberty.
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Footsteps trudged against the pavement of Ninjago city. Today had been a long day for Y/n, but work was always exhausting. What made it worth the wait though was getting to see her best friend and boyfriend, Lloyd Montgomery Garmadon.
Her pace quicken the second she saw that familiar apartment complex. She rushed to the alleyway as soon as she reached it and found the usual fire escape. Rusty as it was the fire escape was surprisingly sound. Climbing past the first…second…third, and finally on the fourth floor.
There wasn’t much to see through the curtains but if Y/n was right.. the window slid open with ease and she climbed in. The room was nice, surprisingly messy but overall organized. She scanned the room even with how familiar it was. Yet there was no sign of Lloyd.
“Must be getting a snack or something..” she mumbled plopping onto his bed starfish style. The feeling of soft sheets let her sink into the familiar mattress sighing contently. She always got jealous of this because seriously?! How does he get one this comfortable!
Y/n stared at the ceiling, more specifically as the spinning fan. The clock ticking in the background producing a rhythmical melody. A minute passed and Y/n got a little curious but stayed still, then another passed, and another. Still remaining comfortable until about five minutes. That’s when She began to worry. Had she misread the texts? Were they supposed to meet at her house?
Rolling over and pulling out her phone to opening their conversation from earlier. And right there, clear as day it confirmed they were in fact supposed to meet at Lloyd’s…but where was he? Y/n concerned shot him a text asking if he was okay and where he was. She put her phone down afterwards resuming staring at the ceiling.
A noise came from the bathroom, like something got knocked over and a pained hiss followed behind it. Worry flooded her systems as she hastily rushed to the bathroom door. Y/n knocked calling out “Lloyd? Is that you?” No answer. “Lloyd” and again there was no answer. So she tried the door handle, unlocked. She peeked in before swinging the door open. There stood Lloyd facing the mirror, hands messing with something on his head, and a box of bandages spilt over on the floor. “Lloyd..” Y/n moved closer but he just turned away like he was ashamed of something. “Whats wrong Lloyd? Are you hurt?” Y/n questioned, her voice soft.
Lloyd turned his head slightly and Y/n places a hand on his shoulder, he turned towards her hesitantly. Finally, as the two stood face to face Y/n cupped the teens cheek looking him over. There was dried blood matted into his hair, on his fingers and under his nails, on his forehead too. Two horns were visibly poking through his hair. And without a second thought he was pulled into a hug, tightly but not to tight either. She could feel his tears soaking her clothes but didn’t care.
Lloyd was gripping her hard, she still did not care, only pulling him closer. his knees felt weak as they both slowly sank to the floor. She rubbed circles into his back and ran fingers through his messy hair. “You wanna tell me what’s going on?” Y/n asked pulling away now holding Lloyd’s face in her hands. He didn’t say anything at first.
“Puberty..” Lloyd mumbled which led to a slightly confused look forming on her face. “Puberty?” She stated and Lloyd nodded. “Oni…Dragon? Puberty” Lloyd added and Y/n nodded “mmm.” She pushed his hair out of his face, wiping away the tears. “How do you feel right now?”
“Weird and and scared, scared of how people will see me now that not only am I, a Garmadon, but also..a monster.” The last part was spoken softly as he adverted his eyes from her. He didn’t want her to see the forming tears.
“Monster? No no no. Lloyd. You are not a monster. You’re changing and that is okay. I remember this story..The First Spinjitzu Master..he was the mix of Oni and Dragon..right?”
Lloyd nodded, not seeing why that story was relevant.
“and he had two sons, one of them being Garmadon, your father.”
Again, Lloyd nodded starting to catch on.
“It’s because of your heritage is it not then?”
For a third time Lloyd nodded.
“Then there is no reason to call yourself a monster. You should be proud to wear these. A symbol of your heritage and a reminder to yourself and the people that even now there is still a great person protecting them. This realm, and everything you stand for.”
Lloyd glanced back at her, sniffling.
“Mhm… I think we should probably get you cleaned up.” Y/n said referring to the dried up blood. She watched Lloyd awkwardly smiled and nodded. Getting up she looked around the bathroom.
“Sink cabinets.”
“Thanks” Y/n replied crouching down, opening the sink, grabbing an excess cloth before going to damp it with water. Getting on the ground she pushed Lloyd’s hair out of the way again and pressed the cloth to his forehead wiping the blood.
Lloyd hummed as if holding in the pain. “I know, it’ll hurt for a bit..once I get the blood off i’ll need to clean it so it doesn’t get infected.” Y/n explained continuing her work. She finished with his forehead moving on to his fingers and under nails. That was much significantly easier to clean. Y/n turned back to the sink’s cabinets for the med kit, and grabbing rubbing alcohol. “Ok, this will hurt. I’m gonna count to three so brace yourself.” She warned getting the gauze ready.
“Ok, 1, 2, 3” she began to clean the wound as Lloyd hissed trying to pull away. “Moving is only gonna make it worse.” Y/n warned..again.
Lloyd mumbles trying to not move as much.
Y/n finished and dressed the wounds. “How’s that?”
Lloyd nodded, “better thank you..” He watched his girlfriend nod and peck his forehead.
“Cmon, let’s go get comfy.” Y/n pulled up Lloyd and they walked back to the bed to get comfortable, maybe watch a show or something. She plopped down by the top while Lloyd sat at the edge near the bottom. Something was still bothering him it seemed. So she flipped over putting her head in her hands.
“You feeling any better?” Y/n asked.
“not really..” was the reply.
Y/n sat up, “come here.” She patted the place beside her. Her boyfriend moved closer and leaned on her. She pulled him closer. Her fingers brushing through his hair once again.
“I love you Lloyd, nothings ever gonna change that.”
Lloyd nodded “I know that..I love you to, so much. I’m just scared how others will see me” he spoke. “That they will no longer see me as their green ninja..that i’m..” He didn’t finish his statement.
Y/n gave him a look “Lloyd.”
Lloyd continued “different enough to be shammed, that I reflect my father more than my uncle or or the First Spinjitzu Master. I don’t want people to be afraid of me-“
“Lloyd-“
“What if they start being afraid of me!-“
Y/n pecked his lips. “Lloyd!” He just stared at her “You are and will always be this cities green ninja, you are this cities hero, They are not afraid of you, they love you Lloyd.” Y/n cupped her boyfriend’s face.
“You are my hero, you are my favorite person in all of Ninjago, because you are you.” Y/n began pecking his face, starting on his forehead, eyelids, nose, cheeks, lips. “I love every inch of you. In my eyes, you are everything. You’re my world, heart, and sun. I smile every time you text me, every time I see you, your appearance will never change that.”
“How would you know that?”
Y/n looked confused, “what do you mean?”
“How do you know they don’t hate me.”
Y/n shows him her phone, she had Chirp pulled up. On the trending page were #GreenNinja, #Weloveyougreenninja, #LloydGarmadon, etc. She turned her phone away to click on one of the hashtags and turned it back scrolling through all the chirps. hundreds, thousands, of them about how the cites green ninja and hero. How they love him, congrats on saving the city and many more. That wasn’t all, she pulled the phone away and opened Instabook. Scrolling through hashtags related to him, even showing post from many of the students and school.
“They don’t Lloyd, they love you, as do I. Don’t forget that okay?”
Lloyd stared at her before tackling her in a hug. Causing his girlfriend to giggle, Y/n paused not even realizing till now “you have four arms?”
“…you don’t mind them?” Lloyd asked.
“What? No! they’re awesome! I mean like with four arms just think of all the things you could do, climbing faster, fighting faster! Plussss you can give me more cuddlessss.” Y/n said booping Lloyd’s nose. She pecked him and began to run her fingers through his hair.
They fell into a comfortable silence, just her and Lloyd together. Everything was alright in the world as if it remained only them two. Lloyd falling asleep on her as she falls asleep holding him.
Y/n looked down with a small smile, Lloyd looked half asleep by now. Especially in all this peace and quiet-
The door slammed open.
“Guess I spoke to soon..” mumbled Y/n
Lloyd shot up looking in the direction of the door and groaned plopping back onto Y/n. “Go away dad”
“Oh, did I interrupt something?” Garmadon spoke with a teasing tone and a raised eyebrow.
Lloyd’s face turned red which Y/n got a glimpse of. Burry his face into her more. Y/n just giggled at his response.
“You know you should really lock the door, son” Lloyd groaned “daddd.” All Y/n could do was giggle at this interaction.
Another head peaked through the open doorway. “Honey we should leave the kids alone. Let them have their fun.” Koko, Lloyd’s mom, winked.
“Moooomm not you too!”
Koko laughed. “Okay okay, we’ll leave you alone. Cmon you.” His mom dragged away Garmadon.
“Thanks Mrs. G!” Y/n Yelled out as Lloyd used his elemental power to shut and lock the door.
The two got comfortable again, cuddling up and laughing. Eventually falling asleep together, embracing themselves in each other’s warmth and arms.
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The Only One || JJK || Ch. 37
Pairings: mafia!jk x fem!reader
Genre: smut, angst, mafia, contract relationship
Warnings: Prostitution, torture, blood, use of drugs and weapons
Summary: You've always wished for a better life. Every single day at work, you were hoping something would change. Although you didn't think that change would come in the form of one mysterious man and a contract.
His controlling and selfish behaviour only wanted to keep you away from any other man that wasn't him, and you only had to wait for him.
Too bad you really thought you'd be smarter than Jeon Jungkook.
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Y/n woke up first, alert by the muted sound that came from somewhere outside the car. Looking behind, she saw nothing other than tree trunks and the muddy road completely dry when she looked through the rear window. She still moved slowly, reaching the gun Jungkook had sneakily hidden under the pilot's seat in case something happened.
She made sure to unlock the safety, holding the gun tight while she also looked at the front. There was nothing, yet she was convinced she had heard steps and a voice somewhere around the car.
Maybe her mind was tricking her after everything that had happened in the previous days.
She almost dropped the weapon, placing it back to where she found it, until the door on Jungkook's side clicked and opened. Her hands moved faster than her eyes, pointing straight at the man who broke into their small peace.
Assaulted by the loud gasp Jimin let out, and the sudden move from Y/n that made the whole car move, Jungkook woke up to the gun barrel centimeters from his nose and his friend raising his hands in the air, signaling her to stop whatever attack she was planning.
—I see your girl learns fast —Jimin teased, smiling at Y/n.
—And you should know better, considering the situation we all are in —Jungkook scolded him, taking the gun away from her.
—Says the person with no security, sleeping in the middle of the forest —the blond rolled his eyes—. Why are you two here?
—We got a flat tire, and it was raining too much to change it —she explained to him.
—And neither of you thought of calling me, or someone for help. It was better to stay here?
Jungkook and Y/n exchanged looks, completely omitting the fact that getting stuck there was just an excuse for them to get away from all the noise and stress they were in back in the real world.
—I don't even wanna know all the nasty shit you two have probably done here, but get out so we can change the tire.
Although Jimin was the one who came up with the idea, Jungkook took his spot and got in charge of getting the car ready to drive back to the city. Not because his friend was doing a poor job, or because he wasn't able to, but he wanted to show Y/n how he'd be able to take care of her even with the simplest things.
—We get it, your dick is bigger than mine —Jimin mentioned, crossing his arms over his chest—. No one is taking Y/n away from you.
—What do you mean? I was just doing something she didn't let me do last night.
—Yeah, whatever —his friend ignored what he had to say about it—. There's a small town near here, and probably a repair shop to handle the flatten tire —he said, aiming at Y/n—. Drive safely, big boy —Jimin patted Jungkook's head—. You don't have any more spare wheels.
—Jimin, don't cross any lines unless you want me to wreck your fingers one by one —Jungkook threatened in Korean, glaring deathly at him.
In a peaceful sign, the blond raised two of his hands in the air and stepped back, walking to his motorbike -parked at the left side of the car.
Y/n barely knew the area they were in once they went back to the highway. She was able to tell she had been there before by the surroundings, she could tell apart some places and names on the signs in her memory, but she was way too young back then to have a proper and clear image of where they were.
—Sineu... —she read out loud, warning him of the nearest place.
—Is it this exit?
—I guess —she shrugged.
After going through a secondary road, and entering the town but with no luck in finding the repair shop Jimin had sent them. Y/n made him stop when she saw one that was open, although it wasn't the same one they were looking for.
Jungkook made sure he hid the gun on the back of her pants, giving her a small pat before he handed the keys to the mechanic, while Y/n still communicated with the old man in Spanish, trying to know how long it'd take them to change the tire.
—It'll be quite fast, but I'm still with this car —he pointed to the lifted vehicle in the middle of the shop—. But once I get my hands on it, it shouldn't take longer than fifteen minutes. I'll send you a text when I'm done. Don't worry.
Jungkook and her exchanged glances, wondering what they were supposed to do there with no car and no way to get out of there.
—There's a market in the old part of the town. Just an idea if you want to kill some time while I'm done here —the man kindly mentioned, while smiling at Y/n.
—Thank you.
Even if Jungkook wasn't too keen on the idea of walking around unprotected, he still followed Y/n up close, walking next to her while they headed to the market the man told them about, surprised by the big amount of people -and tourists- that were there.
—Doubt they'll try to do anything with so many people —she whispered.
Jungkook smirked at her comment, pleased with her way of thinking, before he wrapped his arm around her shoulders.
—Also, second date —she reminded him.
—Date? —he raised his eyebrows— Do you really consider this and what happened yesterday a date?
—You haven't gone on many, right? —she squeezed his side, as they walked past the several stalls.
It wasn't like he was able to, nor like he wanted. His whole life had been focused on training for the position his father gave him. And it wasn't like his romantic relationships were romantic at all.
—It doesn't have to be something extravagant. Sometimes something simple works —she shrugged—. A person you like, a nice place and good talk can make it. Just get rid of the tension, relax and act like a normal person.
—Am I not normal? —he jokingly asked, raising his pierced eyebrow while twisting his lips.
—Your hand is ready to hold the gun at any moment —she pointed out—. If they didn't try anything last night, I doubt they will now. So —stepping back, she made sure his hand would be hanging on his side to be able to hold it, and intertwine their fingers—, let's look around and let's find something to eat.
—You really aren't aware how dangerous this is, right? —Jungkook didn't move when she tried to start walking.
—I do —she nodded—, I'm aware. But they will try something even if your guard is up. You have the chance to be calm for a few hours, walk around like there isn't a gun pointing at your head and enjoy the things you weren't able to have when you were younger.
He then understood what her insistence was on living a normal day and being calm. After what he told her last night, she was using the small things to her reach and control to give him a taste of the life he had never been allowed to have. She saw the way his face softened in a matter of seconds, poking his cheek with his tongue while he tried to fight his two interests at the moment.
He would never forgive himself if something happened to her.
—Do it for me —she asked him.
—I'd kill for you, Y/n —he assured her, looking deep into her eyes—. But don't ask me to put you in danger, never.
—Okay —she nodded—. Let's say you don't allow yourself to have fun, and disconnect. And someone shoots from there —she pointed at the top of the church—. How would you avoid it?
Jungkook knew she wouldn't let it go, and he also knew it probably would end up with both of them arguing. He knew that side of her way too well, to even think he'd get away with his plans if she got in that challenging act.
He started walking next to her, after letting out a loud sigh that he made sure Y/n would hear. He promised her he'd take it easy, but his eyes kept flying from one person to the other, constantly attentive to the slightest suspicious action that could force a reaction on him. Everyone was suspicious and able to do the most awful crime in his eyes.
—Oh my god.
His hand was pulled by her, attracted by some of the hand-made traditional toys she saw in the stall at their right.
—I had one of these when I was a kid —she picked the white clay figure, fingers touching every red and green dot—. Well, my grandpa gifted it to me, but it ended up as decoration in my house.
There was something in the joy in her voice while talking about it that made Jungkook endeared by her. Maybe it was the way she was looking at the ugly object as if it was the most impressive thing, or maybe the way she so carefully left it back to its place while greeting the owner of the stall before stepping away.
—Who in their sane mind gifts a kid something so fragile? —Jungkook teased her.
—I was careful with my things —she teased him.
Y/n saw him relaxing with every minute they spent there, his body finally reaching a full carefree pose that made him even more excited for the time they were having there.
They walked around over the whole thing, seeing every stall and every beautiful spot in the old part of the town before they reached a food stand. There was a huge variety of pastries, salty and sweet ones, and Y/n was having a hard time just picking one. Whenever her finger pointed somewhere, it quickly moved to a new thing. When the time to order came, she was even more indecisive than when they first got there, which led Jungkook to choose for her.
Without speaking, he pointed at two pies, that she called cocarroi and empanada; moving his finger over some type of cold pizza topped with vegetables -that he couldn't understand the name of because she covered her mouth with her hand out of excitement. When he thought they were done with the salty snacks, he motioned the man to pick the rolled up biscuit, the meringue cake -that looked more like an ice cream-, a sweet pie filled with chocolate and a small cake that resembled a muffin.
Even if Y/n had wanted to complain about the amount of food he bought for the two of them, she still happily took the plastic bag and walked with him over somewhere away to sit.
Before eating, Y/n pointed to the name of each of the things he had bought. It was like she was giving him a small lesson into her culture, and apparently her childhood, too. "My grandmother always prepared this for me" "My father bought this whenever we went back home from hiking". Despite what happened, she seemed to have lived a happy childhood with her family and she still remembered all those memories with love.
At some point, they started eating in silence, looking at all the people that kept walking around, coming and going from the market, before her eyes fell over a couple that was probably their age. She wasn't really thinking of anything, her mind was just enjoying their happiness and their compenetration. It made her think about the weight circumstances have on the way people react to some things, and how they act. Meanwhile, Jungkook's thoughts were guided more towards guilt, and how they'd never be able to have that type of stability, because they'd never be able to feel as carefree as them.
—I can't give you that —he muttered.
Y/n turned to him, looking into his big doe eyes confused. Her eyes went back to the young couple, pressing her lips together before she spoke.
—I moved from that phase years ago.
—What phase are you in, then?
—The phase where I carry a gun to stick it up in the ass of the person who tries to mess with our date —she joked.
—Y/n, I'm serious. I can't give you that normal and peaceful life.
—Bold of you to assume I want it —she scoffed—. I want a life that has you in it. Fuck what's normal or not. I just want to love you and grow older together among bundles of coke.
Jungkook wasn't able to hold the snort, followed by a cackle when she mentioned that.
—And we'll be leading Bangtan until then?
—Of course —she nodded fast—. A walking sting on the left hand, and a Magnum on the right.
Among jokes and laughs, Y/n made sure her hand would reach his cheek, tracing circles over his skin. He had nothing to feel bad for
—I'm with you until the end reaches us —she whispered.
Cupping her neck, he pulled her in for a kiss. Her lips molded onto his so perfectly and softly, that it made the hairs on his body raise. That passionate link suddenly turned into a playful one, when she moved back and started pecking his lips, chin and cheeks.
—Let's take one last look around before the car is ready.
Whatever she wanted, he was ready to give it to her.
It seemed like her words only worked as a reassurance that everything would be fine, it didn't matter what happened. They only paused their walk because her phone started ringing.
At first, she thought that it was the mechanic, to tell her the car was ready for them to leave, but she frowned when she saw the several texts Jorge had sent her. She already talked with him when Jimin took her out of the disgusting place Pedro had put her in, she reassured him that everything was okay, but he kept confronting her for all the times she had disappeared out of nowhere, for all the money she had been sending him and her weird attitudes ever since she came back.
"If you're involved in something dangerous, tell me. I'll take you out of there".
Jungkook saw the way her features kept distorting with every second that went by, picking up the phone by himself to read the texts by himself -since he knew she wouldn't speak about it.
—The police have gone looking for you?
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Alone for Christmas- Toto Wolff
Toto Wolff x Fem!Reader
-> Toto thinks that he will be spending his Christmas all alone like he usually does, however you have a change of plans.
word count: 1405
warnings: not proof read, ends quickly ish?
A/N: this is the first of many Toto Wolff fics on this account
As you stood on top of the welcome mat that was placed in front of his front door, you felt yourself growing incredibly anxious.
As you stood on top of the welcome mat that was placed in front of his front door, you felt yourself growing incredibly anxious.
Your relationship with Toto wasn’t really labeled or defined by any means, the two of you had only occasionally shared a dinner together or even a small kiss or two- but it was obvious that both of you wanted so badly to put a label on it, to become so much more than just general company from time to time.
Towards the end of the final post season testing session of the year, you had run into Toto, asking him how his weekend had been, as well as what he had planned for christmas.
When Toto had informed you that he would be alone for Christmas due to the fact that both Ben and Rosa would be with their mother for the holidays, you couldn’t help but feel sorry for him.
Although you typically spent the holidays alone- something that you were used to since moving to the UK for work- you could see the sadness in Toto’s eyes when he mentioned his Christmas plans.
It was in that moment that you had decided to spend Christmas day with Toto, hence why you were currently standing on his front porch, a gift in hand as you anxiously tapped your foot, trying to build up enough courage to ring his doorbell.
After standing on his porch for nearly five minutes, you brought your shaky hand up to the doorbell, pressing it gently as you heard the echo of the doorbell ring throughout his home.
You watched through the small window on the door as Toto peaked from behind the curtain before unlocking the door and opening it up. “y/n? What are you doing here? It’s Christmas, shouldn’t you be spending time with your family?”
You laughed a little and shook your head. “I haven’t celebrated with my family in years, Toto. I came here to celebrate with you”
Toto smiled a little, the gesture almost melting his heart. “Really?”
You nodded and smiled up at him. “Of course. Nobody should spend the holidays alone, Toto.”
Toto smiled softly, stepping out of the way so you could come inside. “Sorry, I know it isn’t too christmas-y in here, Ben and Rosa haven’t had much time to come over and decorate so our tree looks a little sad this year…” he said, his smile fading slightly as he looked over at the tree that was tucked in the corner, only a handful of ornaments hanging from the limbs of the tree.
“It’s more than I have decorated, I usually don’t decorate”
Toto looked at you, his eyebrows raised “You don’t decorate for christmas?”
You shook your head and sat on the couch beside Toto, turning your body to face him a bit. “Nope, I do my best to spend as little time at home as humanly possible, so I don’t exactly have the time to decorate it”
Toto looked at you, almost as if he had gathered more from that statement than you had intended to share. “Why is it that you avoid home so much?”
You laughed a little, looking down at your fidgeting hands. “It’s quiet and lonely in my apartment, I hate the quiet, it reminds me of how little people I have in my life.. But that’s what I get for pursuing my dreams, you know? People didn’t support my wishes of becoming something as a female in motorsport so they just sort of… cut off all contact, I guess.”
Toto put his large hand on top of your two small, yet fidgeting hands. “That’s awful…”
You shrugged, looking up at him, his chocolate brown meeting yours. “I don’t let it get to me too much. At the end of the day, I have my dream job and I live in one of the prettiest cities I've ever laid my eyes on. The loneliness sucks but it’s just the price I pay”
Toto rubbed the back of your hand with his thumb, trying to think of what to say next. “You don’t have to be alone all of the time, you know. You only live what, like five minutes from here? My door is always open for you if you want a little bit of company”
You smiled a little, squeezing Toto’s hand slightly. “Thank you, Toto. I appreciate it. The same goes for you, of course.”
Toto smiled and got up off of the couch, making his way towards the kitchen. “C’mon, I have some dinner in the oven, I hope you like lasagna, it’s what I make every christmas. If not, I can always make something else”
“No I love lasagna, lasagna is great” you said, getting off of the couch and following Toto to the kitchen.
“Perfect, what type of wine do you want with dinner tonight then?” he asked, grabbing two wine glasses out of the cupboard and placing them onto the counter. “I have red, white, and rose. Your choice”
You shrugged, leaning against the counter. “I don’t drink wine much so you get to pick this time”
Toto chuckled a little, his smile from when he greeted you at the door finally replacing the frown he had from looking at his christmas tree. “Red wine pairs nicely with lasagna in my opinion” he said as he grabbed the bottle of red wine off of his small wine rack he had sitting on the counter. He popped the cork out before pouring some of the red liquid into both glasses, placing them both onto the dinner table after he did so. “I’m sorry the table isn’t set, I wasn’t exactly expecting company.”
You laughed a little and placed your hand on Toto’s arm. “Stop apologizing, Toto. Everything is perfect, seriously” you said with a smile before sitting down in the seat just across from him.
Toto scooped himself some lasagna out of the pan before handing it over to you, allowing you to grab your own serving.
The two of you sat in silence for the first couple of minutes of dinner, both enjoying the lovely homemade lasagna that Toto had prepared. Occasionally the two of you would share a quick glance or smile, indicating that you were thankful for the company.
“Do you remember the Austrian GP this year.. More specifically the after party?”
You smiled a little as you remembered the kiss you and Toto had shared that night, both of you a little bit tipsy, but both of you enjoying the kiss. “It would be impossible to forget, Toto.”
Toto nods, taking another bite of his Lasagna before speaking again. “I think about that night often, you know. You were the first woman I ever had the desire to kiss since my divorce five years ago. I’m not quite sure why I've caught these feelings for you, but I have, and it’s hard for me to deny it.”
You nodded a little, resting your hand on top of his. “I know, me too, but with our positions and roles at Mercedes… both of us could lose our jobs if we move forward with this…”
“Not necessarily” Toto stated, his eyes finding yours with a smug smile on his face.
“What do you mean?”
“You are my co-CEO which means you are at the same level of the company as I am. The only reason why the two of us becoming a couple would be unacceptable is if you were a mechanic. So, there really is no issues with us becoming a couple.” he shrugged
“You don’t think the FIA would-”
“The FIA has no control over the relationships inside of Mercedes, nor do they have control over my relationship. Plus, they won’t find out about it until we are ready for them to find out about it”
You smiled a little “Is this your way of asking me to be your girlfriend, Toto Wolff?”
Toto laughed a little “I don’t know, is it?”
“I think it is”
“Well then yes, yes it is. Do you accept?”
You laughed a little, shaking your head at how comedic this whole situation was. “I guess I do, mr. wolff.”
Toto smiled, pulling you into a gentle kiss. “It’s a Christmas miracle!”
You kissed him back and then laughed, pointing to the white table cloth that was now drenched in red wine. “Is it though?”
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Posting my own propaganda; I did NOT write a (soon to be) 100k fic about Lyf to let them die here
(Although a quick note before I dive in- reminder that if you can get a perfect 50/50 they can move together as a team!!!! Since this is the most votes any of the polls have as of now, I'll allow a tiiiiny bit of leeway in either direction as well)
Wider necessary context: The Mechanisms (in universe) are a group of space pirates who tell the stories they come across in the format of narration-song-narration-song-etc albums. These stories are always gruesome, over the top, and always always end in tragedy.
Your sister dies before your eyes after 40 years of being made to serve a role in a war you hate, with only a few seconds to live again before being cut down yourself. You win the war, but what else is there left behind?
You finally find the one thing needed to save your city from endless capitalistic destruction, and yet you die before you can share it with the world. Maybe they didn't deserve it anyway.
You work your whole life to bring together the two different tribes of your own world only to become disillusioned to the cold hatred of your people. You destroy everything because what else is there left that's even worth saving?
Time and time again, things end the same way. Death, destruction, and only a handful of survivors if you're lucky. These three aren't even the only examples, these are just the longer albums. Even the individual songs end this way, just on a smaller scale.
So when The Bifrost Incident begins, you already know how the story ends. But the characters don't.
It breaks the rules of the narrative right from the very first second. For the first time, a character in the story is narrating it, rather than a Mech as an outsider perspective. They are introduced as Lyfrassir Edda, investigating the disappearance of a train, and in this first narration they tell you exactly how it ends. No remains were found other than the engine room, and "a couple of warped skeletons." Every single person on that train dies.
The only thing Lyf can do is try to work out how it happened. They go through the remaining security recordings, keeping track of the characters and where they go. There's nothing they can do to prevent these events, they can only stand back and watch as they unfold.
Another Mech narrative device that is broken here is that every previous album took classic public domain melodies to use for their songs. The Bifrost Incident is the first (and as far as I'm aware, only) instance of them using purely original music. Even from the beginning everything feels...off.
Lyf eventually unlocks the secrets of the footage, past a point of no return. The passengers on the train, the ones they'd been watching this whole time, did not cause its destruction. The once simple murder mystery turns eldritch horror, and the usual narration-song-narration format is shattered as 5 high-energy songs in a row describe the fate of the train.
Everyone on that train is doomed. There are two full songs describing their demises, ones they cannot escape or prevent. Lyf can only watch as things get worse, until eventually the only remaining living passengers decide what they have to do: take advantage of the blood ritual keeping the train moving to delay its arrival to the station Lyf found it at.
"They cannot prevent what they have touched following them into our world, but they can delay it. Keep the train on the track as long as possible."
There is no stopping this. And Lyf then realizes what seeing this footage means. The train has arrived. It's even taken them a few days to review the footage. Every second that passes brings them, everyone they know and love, and their entire star system, closer to its inevitable destruction.
There isn't a single thing they can do in their narrative other than discover just how impossible it is to escape it. And they do try, they're the only character that ever learns of this, and they flee. It is unknown whether or not they survive.
Nobody else does. And despite all their efforts, there wasn't a single thing they could do to stop it.
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Roomies
Pairing: Chuck Taylor x Reader
Summary: You're stuck in a room with Chuck for a night.
"Alright, you're in room 215 with Chuck," Tony told you as he placed the key card in your hand. You stared at it for a moment in confusion and disbelief. It was ballsy for non-couples to be put in co-ed rooms in the first place, but for Tony to place you with Chuck was stupid. This was supposed to be a calm and quiet weekend. Everyone and their mother knew that you and Chuck would end up at each other's throats within moments of being stuck together. Hopefully this room would have more than one bed because you could not fathom the idea of having to share such a close space with him.
"If you're sure," you said as you walked towards the stairwell. A freak snowstorm had shut everybody into the same hotel for the weekend and left it with no vacancies. The elevators were down to converse energy for the heaters, which were most likely running on generators with the rolling blackouts going through the city. This was an awful situation that you had just been informed was made even worse by your company for however long you were stuck here. Surely someone would be willing to trade with you, but you doubted that you could find someone before the night was over. Everybody was exhausted from having to haul themselves and their shit out of the arena with the blizzard going on.
"You're my roommate for this?" Chuck asked, as if he couldn't believe it either. "I told Tony I wanted Trent."
"Don't act like this is ideal for me. Do I look like I want to spend my weekend with a backwoods hick?" You knew that was a bit mean to say, but you wanted to make sure Chuck wouldn't try and make friends with you. You unlocked the door and placed your things on the bed closer to the window. Chuck shut the door behind him and booked it straight for the shower. He had wrestled a match tonight, which you were sort of jealous of. You hadn't gotten to wrestle in months because you weren't cleared to. You had hoped that whenever Saraya was clear, you would also be so that the two of you could work together again. Working with her had been the highlight of your career at NXT before it had come to an abrupt end.
"Is there a reason that you're staring at me?" Chuck asked you. You quickly turned away from him, not having realized that you had been looking nearly as long as you had been. You were certain that it was only a glance that you had stolen, but apparently you were wrong.
"You're not gonna go hang out with your buddies?" you asked. Chuck shook his head as he laid back in his bed. "Surprising, you idiots do everything together."
"It's a lot less lonely when you find your people. Didn't you used to travel with Saraya?" Chuck asked you.
"Yeah, and then it was me and Madison when I came back," you said with a small smile. Chuck had never heard you speak so comfortably around him before. The two of you swapped a few stories from traveling with various people. You learned that Chuck took care of his friends a lot more than you had expected, always having seen him as immature and annoying. Although, you had based all of that after the first couple of times the two of you had been around each other. Chuck had obviously done the same thing with you, having expected you to be a bitch all of the time. However, you were actually really fun and a bit of a wild child.
"I don't know if I would have bailed you out that night," Chuck said with a laugh. You had just finished telling him a story about when you and a few girls from Impact had gotten arrested in some small town while playing a game of truth or dare. "I mean, stealing a cop car is a big deal."
"They never found out I did that. Turns out we were in a dry county and we were walking around going between bottles of Jack and Tito's," you clarified. "I've cleaned my act up a bit now. It's hard sometimes, keeping on the straight and narrow when I'm not sure I'm even working towards anything anymore."
"You're younger than me, surely you've got at least another ten years to go. Just pace yourself in the ring, there's no need to be groundbreaking in every match if it means you only get half as many as you should have," Chuck told you. "You're too good to be putting yourself at constant risk."
"Was that a compliment?" you asked as you sat forward. Chuck ducked away bashfully, but you heard him mutter a confirmation. "Well, thank you Chuck. You know, you're not so bad to be around."
"I think that's as close to a compliment as you can do, so thank you," Chuck laughed. The two of you had a bit more of a back and forth going before he got tired and decided to go to bed. You rolled over onto your side and tried not to think about how your heart fluttered when he'd smile and laugh at your stories earlier in the night. Chuck was a nice guy, but there was no way that you could let yourself get feelings for him.
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Journey Retold: The First Dungeons and Trials
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Sorry for cutting the last entry a bit short, I ran out of time and space and then got busy with the next exam. But I have time now so let's pick up from where we left off!
After Pi took flight, the scene transitioned to a different airship flying through the air and landing in a fortress on a... space rock of some kindAt first I was very confused and thought for a second that it was the same ship my character had boarded… But it still was a nice transition.
From the airship came four figures dressed in metal garb, looking quite alien to the rest of the people we've seen so far. They also looked very "Star Wars" in addition to their own theme music, which is probably why I thought we were on a completely different planet now.
And who is that guy, Gaius van Baelsar? He sounds quite fami--
OH YOU--
I didn't check his voice immediately after hearing it for the first time (I did do it near the end of ARR), I had my doubts about it since I am known for confusing voice actors a lot, but man, I did manage to hear the guy's voice right and he still sounds incredible after so many years since Rockman X7 came out.
But if someone didn't know, he is also the Japanese voice of Solid Snake and Big Boss. I am just more familiar with his role as Red.
Anyways, we have an evil Empire trying to conquer Eorzea and who are quite ruthless to others. Most definitely they are our antagonists, at least for this expansion. Note taken.
After that scene, Pi finally arrives to one of the city-states Admiral Merlwyb had sent him to, the liveliest and the largest settlement of The Black Shroud -- Gridania. It's the least confusing city to traverse through by far which is a plus, but I wasn't too interested in it because it was looking like a normal fantasy forest village, but I still don't think it's bad, don't get me wrong, I just think Limsa and the next city we'll visit after that were more memorable.
Here we meet up with the Elder Seedseer, the local governor of sorts -- Kan-E-Senna, who I, for a moment, thought was a weird kind of Au Ra lady because of the horns, but it's actually a really rare subrace of hyurs that only lives here which I found interesting. She signed some documents after reminising about the days prior ot Calamity and what happened after (mostly latter) and Pi moved on to the other city-state on the list, the richest city of Thanalan -- Ul'dah.
Now, I really liked the whole look of Ul'dah. Its West Asian aesthetic and the way it's structured like a big palace with rich-looking buildings and bazaars around it was just so memorable and unique to me, and I absolutely loved looking around Ul'dah for the first time… even though it was the worst city for me so far in terms of actually exploring it because of the amount of layers it had. I was getting lost even more than I did in Limsa...... ;w;
We go talk to the guy here who isn't the ruler of the city-state but instead is the leader of the local Grand Company called "Immortal Flames" -- Raubahn Aldynn. He didn't talk to me much because everything has already been explained to Pi by Kan-E, so he quickly signed the papers and let me go.
OK, what did I do next, I genuenly don't remember, let me look at the fold--
Oh. I went to unlock a few dances instead of MSQ. That's hilarious.
But after that, I unlocked the first dungeon! I made sure to tell my friends about it because they wanted to take me through it so I wouldn't be afraid to do the next ones. I had to wait for one of them to come back from a raid they happened to be doing at the time though.
It was... fun! Although the fact that my friend was a level 90 tank who knew how to pull enemies quickly made me sweat because I was falling behind and doing shit damage due to my equipment being very low-level in comparison. But I was told to ask others to slow down in the next dungeons if I happened to have troubles catching up.
However, I wasn't afraid anymore. I wasn't playing as Tank or Healer so I didn't need to take note of everything at the same time, I just needed to maximize my damage output and stay alive -- simple enough.
Next day, I did a few sidequests before proceeding to the next dungeon, this time in The Black Shroud... and I actually couldn't find the entrance to it for a while because I somehow missed the fact it was under the ground.
I also asked my friend how to do a character portrait (and by extension the Adventure Plate) and it took me nearly an hour to make, if not more, but this was the result:
The variation of this portrait is still on my Adventure Plate to this day actually. I think it just shows the character of Pi quite nicely (at least when he isn't out exploring the world).
After I came back from university (and I remember that because I actually wrote to my friend about finishing the portrait as I was going outside to catch a bus), I actually went to the second dungeon. And then to the third one. None of them gave me troubles fortunately.
At this point, according to the screenshots at least, I seemed to have drifted off into Arcanist questline for some reason. Either because I wanted to unlock Scholar and Summoner (and hitting a brick wall because of Sylth-management quest) or because its story was just more interesting than MSQ itself to me at the moment, or maybe even both. So yeah, I ended up picking the MSQ back only a few days after, on September 7th.
And also have a funny excerpt from a conversation we had in Discord before that point:
Me:
Probably we won't be able to play together until Saturday, my University classes are held until 8PM for four days straight.
The player of the self-proclaimed Emo Catboy:
Das fine... miss 20 hours in THREE DAYS.
Me:
You two are so fun to play with though... but do you have a problem with my progress?
The player of the self-proclaimed Emo Catboy:
YOU ARE ALREADY LIKE A SIXTH OF THE WAY THROUGH THE FREE TRIAL. At the pace you are going, you'll outrun me when we hit StormBlood.
Me:
:D Skill issue.
(You are allowed to give me shit for this, Emo Catboy :) )
But I did have a problem of playing too much Final Fantasy XIV in a span of three days at that time, I won't deny that. I too had (and still have) a bit of a skill issue in this regard if you can say so.
OK, let's continue.
So, some thugs attacked a defenseless woman because they thought she was stealing food, my little baby defeated them, and then Y'shtola showed up again and told Pi that it must be fate that they have been bumping into each other so often and that he does actually have a gift that her good friend also has. This gift is called "Echo" and it's the reason why we can look into other people's memories, along with a few other powers we will learn of later. The miqo'te woman also invited us to visit her organisation's headquarters in Waking Sands at the Vesper Bay. But before I actually visited the Scions of the Seventh Dawn (that's what the group was called), I made sure to unlock Glamour, which also allowed me to obtain a beret, which I dyed blue and proudly put on Pi's head. Now he could finally have his most recognizable design feature and stop wearing ugly wizard hats and mismatched robes. After that, his appearance remained largely unchanged until the start of the next expansion.
But let's go back to the story.
This is the receptionist at the Waking Sands. And I think I was more buffled with her unironically singing "Trololo" than her standing on a chair because she was too short to reach the table.
But yeah, her name is Tataru. She lets my lalafell boy in after finding his name on the list and here we are finally introduced to the full cast of main protagonists.
(Sorry I actually never made a screenshot with them all in one frame...)
Their leader, a young woman by the name of Minfilia (voiced by Milla Maxwell of all people lmao) who also had Echo, told us that they have been working on protecting the peace on Eorzea after the Seventh Umbral Calamity (hence "Scions of the Seventh Dawn") and how they are searching for people that too have the gift of Echo because it helps with resisting the tempering of the primals, gods summoned by the beast tribes, which can brainwash people without such gift into serving them for the rest of their lives so there could be even more bloodshed. Minfilia politely asks if the lalafell boy of mine even wants to join the team, but of course he wants to save the world and be as cool as them so he answers with a nod. Now Pi too is a scion!
At this point, I had already formed a group of friends to get to the first trial as quickly as possible. And then something absolutely hilarious happened, which I unfortunately did not capture in a screenshot.
So I was in a cutscene and all, and when I finished it, I saw a giant fucking level 50 lizard thing that my friends were fighting. I panicked, tried to run away while I heard one of my friends scream, and then this thing killed me in one hit, scoring me my first death in the game. Even though I was swearing and typing in caps in the part chat at that moment (couldn't use the mic), I was actually laughing my ass off. I don't think I could have had a moment like that in any single player game, or even if I was playing FFXIV alone because I think my friends accidentally got the monster too close to me, so it was another moment that made this game worth it for me.
But just a few cutscenes after that, Pi got taken into some cave with other people by the lizard beastfolk tribe, Amalj'aa, that wanted to summon their god -- Ifrit. This was the first trial, the first actual boss fight, and--
The player of the stern-looking Auri man:
Jazz? Where are you?
The player of the self-proclaimed Emo Catboy:
...Actually, yeah, where ARE you?
I opened the map, saw that the location was called "???" and that there was no way out of it, and then I was told that you can actually start duties through a menu -- no need to approach the entry points to dungeons or trials once you unlock them. That was a relief because I was afraid my party leader won't be able to register for this duty and I would have to do it with a bunch of randoms.
I am sorry, I didn't screenshot Ifrit either. But the cutscene that showed how summons happen, with the whole demon-ass flame monster emerging while this musical theme of approaching disaster played, it all was quite great! As for Ifrit himself, though... he didn't stay alive for long, all because of my friend's equipment again, I am pretty sure.
We stopped the primal, sending the lizard folk running, and, oh! Ifrit left a crystal behind! Great, now its ours and we are 2/6th of the way to... whatever would actually happen once we collect all 6 crystals.
Damn, I do write quite a lot here, don't I? And I didn't even mention all the things that happened along the way, I had to skip a few (such as Golden Saucer and Aesthetician guy) since the post was too big already and I was diverding attention from MSQ a bit too much. But I assure you, once we get over the middle part of ARR, my writing will end up being more focused on MSQ itself, just bear with me here :'D
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Hi, how are you doing today ?
I hope that you are well.
I was wondering if I could please request something ?
Prompt ~ " What more do you want from me, huh?! You took, my freedom, my life, my happiness! I'm tired! I don't have anything else to give you!"
Details ~ After reader says this prompt to dark!Zemo months after kidnapping them. And then reader just shuts down and is completely depressed/catatonic. Zemo evens offers them " freedom " or " letting them go" to see if they are faking but that doesn't even work. And then he starts to feel a little guilty about what they said.
Thank you ! Have a good day
~ ☄️ anon
Yeah, I'm ok. Did my back in over the weekend so that's fucking killing me. Apart from that, I'm alright!
Title: Fixing You
Warnings: dark fic
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It was your fire that first drove Zemo towards you. The fact that you’d never back away from confronting him about what he had done to you and your friends. He wanted that for himself. For that anger and hatred to turn into a fiery passion. The wo of you would be beautiful together and Zemo was patient enough to wait for you to see that.
But while you might’ve argued with Zemo you were never violent. In fact, Zemo had never seen you fight anyone. Well, until today. You had slammed him against the wall, fists curled against the lapels of his coat. You were breathing heavily, your nose just brushing against his as you hissed out,
“What more do you want from me, huh?! You took, my freedom, my life, my happiness! I'm tired! I don't have anything else to give you!”
Zemo remained silent as you shook him.
“Well?” you spat, “Don’t you have an answer for me?”
Slowly Zemo raised his hands and curled them around your wrists. You frowned slightly as he squeezed them before wincing as he increased the pressure and let go of him. Slowly Zemo started backing you up. You stumbled when the back of your knees hit the bed and Zemo said quietly,
“You know what I want from you. To accept this.”
*
It was your fire that Zemo loved and it was him the extinguished it. Even since your encounter about a week ago all you had done was look out of the window. Zemo watched you from the doorway of your room. You were sitting in a high backed armchair, legs pulled up against your chest, as you looked out of the window. As soon as he had saw you retreat inside yourself he had immediately taken you back to your home city.
“Liebling.” he said
Nothing. You didn’t even turn around to acknowledge him. Zemo exhaled deeply as he approached you. Previously he would make sure to lock the door behind him. There had been too many times where you had tried to run passed him that he had learnt his lesson. Originally he found these to be irritating, although he managed to mask his irritation well. But now he would do anything to see that reaction from you. Just any acknowledgement that you were still there.
“Y/n,” he put his hands on your shoulders, “Can you hear me?”
Still you didn’t move. Zemo bent down and pressed his lips against the top of your head. He looked up and wrapped his arms around you, joining you in observing the city.
“I’m going to be out for most of the day,” he said, even though he knew you wouldn’t reply, “I’ll be back this evening. I’ll leave your door unlock so you can explore the city.”
He stood up and cupped your chin and gently forced your head back to look up at him. You stared up with unseeing eyes as he leant down and pressed a kiss against your lips. You didn’t kiss back and Zemo pulled away feeling emptier than when he entered your room.
He had unintentionally broken you and he would do everything in his power to fix you. He wanted you back.
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Starting Over {Nine}
Collab with @theladyofdeath.
Summary: Elide Lochan thought she had met the love of her life only to find out that he was not the man she thought he was. After her world starts falling down around her, she makes a move back to her childhood home in hopes of starting over. Although it’s the last thing she expected, she meets a man the exact opposite of her ex. With his help and that of her best friend, Aelin, she learns how to stand on her own two feet and take control of her life.
Starting Over Masterlist
Elide had no idea it would be as tough as it was to find an apartment in the city that fit her budget, was near the gym, and kept her close by Aelin and Lorcan. It hadn’t helped that two weeks after she and Lorcan had officially started dating, her car finally broke down after years of acting like it was on its last leg. Lorcan had told her she could move in with him, as permanent or temporary as she wanted, but Elide never budged.
I have to do this for me, she’d told him. Living by herself had never been a problem before Roland. She wouldn’t allow it to be after him, especially since she hadn’t heard from him since the day he’d shown up at the gym. Lorcan understood, of course, but she knew no matter what, he’d do what he had to to take care of her.
After her car broke down, the money she’d been saving for a deposit went towards a down payment on a car instead, but after two long months of searching, Elide stood outside of her very own townhouse, keys in hand. She’d signed her lease the evening before and had picked up the keys from the leasing office that morning.
A warm, strong hand landed on her shoulder and Elide turned her head to look up at Lorcan. He was smiling down at her, dark eyes soft and full of pride as she smiled up at him. He nodded towards the door. “What are you waiting for?”
Beaming, she made a show of herself walking up the front porch and unlocking the door before making her way inside. Lorcan followed closely behind.
It was quaint, not too big but plenty spacious. The walls were bare and white, and the carpet looked and smelled if it had just been deep-cleaned.
She hated the fact that everyone was about to be wearing their shoes indoors, dirtying up that carpet, but she was also grateful that her friends had come to help her move in.
A place of her own.
“What do you think?” Elide asked, gesturing to the open living room that connected with the kitchen.
Lorcan shut the front door behind him and leaned against it. “I think you look happy, and that makes me happy.”
Gods, he made her smile.
She couldn’t stop her lips as they spread into a grin and she walked to him, palms flat against his chest as she reached up on her tiptoes to kiss him. “Thank you,” she muttered against his mouth. “Now please bring in my heavy boxes.”
“I’m convinced my muscles are the only reason you keep me around anymore,” he mumbled, narrowing his eyes at her.
“They’re very convenient for carrying my boxes and books and new furniture in,” she admitted, as Lorcan ran his thumb along her jaw.
“Your books can wait.” His words were rough and before Elide knew what was happening, she found herself turned, her back against the door and her legs around Lorcan’s waist.
He kissed her with as much passion as he did every day when he proved how much he cared for her, every night when he showed her what true pleasure was over and over again. Elide clung to his shoulders, relishing in the feel of him pressing into her core, already getting hard—
A knock came from directly behind her and Aelin called from outside, “You two better not be christening the place already.”
Lorcan’s head fell against the door with a groan. “We can’t very well tell them to go away, can we?”
“Not since they’re helping me move,” she replied, threading her fingers into his hair, which was tied back in the little bun she loved so much.
Lorcan looked from Elide to the door behind her and back again. With a sigh, he set Elide down on the floor and opened the door.
Aelin stood with a box in her hands, brows raised as she took in Lorcan’s grumpy expression. “Great, now I have you answering the door at two locations.”
Rowan chuckled and went inside, clapping Lorcan on the shoulder as he went. Aelin followed and once they were all in, Elide gave them the tour.
She had only had the tour once herself but it was exactly how she remembered it. The living room, kitchen, laundry room, and a half-bath downstairs, and two bedrooms and a full bathroom upstairs.
The four of them spent the afternoon moving in all of Elide’s belongings. She and Aelin were able to move most of the boxes while Rowan and Lorcan helped move the furniture she had accumulated over the past few months, including the couch, dresser, and queen-sized bed she had just bought from a closing sale from one of the furniture stores in the city that had gone out of business.
As Rowan and Lorcan attempted to put together a bookshelf Elide had ordered, the instructions in a completely different language, she and Aelin drove down the street to pick up the pizza they’d ordered.
“Do I get to decorate the spare room?” Aelin asked, her feet propped up on Elide’s dash, despite Elide’s protests. She clarified, “Since it’ll pretty much be mine and Rowan’s room.”
“I don’t even know if I’m making it a bedroom yet.” She really didn’t. Of course, she’d considered making it a guest bedroom, but she was also toying with the idea of making it a toned down version of an at home gym. Lorcan was in favor of the gym idea, but had also thrown in the suggestion of a massage parlor. It just wasn’t the type of massages she gave at the gym.
She’d quickly and efficiently shut that idea down, promising to give him as many massages as he wanted, without the need of an entire room dedicated to it.
Aelin gasped. “A nursery?”
Elide whipped her head to the side, staring at Aelin in shock, before snapping her gaze back to the road. “Absolutely not.”
Flopping back in the passenger seat, Aelin clucked her tongue. “Damn it, I was hoping you and Lorcan were going to make a tiny, less grumpy version of Lorcan.”
Elide was beyond stunned. “Why— Why would you think that?”
She shrugged like it was obvious. “Because you and Lorcan are perfect for each other.”
Elide was quiet for a second before she asked, “Really?”
She already thought as much, loved how she and Lorcan worked together. Every day their relationship got better, even when Elide thought it wasn’t possible. But, it was nice to hear that someone else could see it, too, how much they meant to each other, how well they worked together.
“Yeah,” Aelin said, eyes remaining on the road in front of them. “It’s no secret that Lorcan and I have had quite the past, but with you he’s just so…” she shook her head and chuckled. “In love.”
Elide felt her cheeks turn pink, her entire body going lighter at the thought. She and Lorcan had yet to say those words to one another, but the feelings were definitely there.
“Well, I can assure you, it won’t be a nursery,” Elide said, turning into the lot and parking by the door. “But if it does become a guest room, you can pick out the bedding.”
“Yes!” Aelin was out of the passenger side and hugging Elide as she rounded the front. She linked her arm through Elide’s as they headed for the pizza parlor and groaned. “I’m going to miss having you as a roommate.”
Elide snorted as she pulled open the front door, the delicious smell of pizza hitting them. “No, you aren’t. You and Rowan are finally back to having the privacy you deserve, and not a moment too soon.”
Aelin couldn’t deny that. The wedding was only a couple months away and despite their constant reassurance she was welcome, the countdown was becoming…tense. This was all thanks to the fact that Aelin had asked Rowan if they could abstain from sex for the last three months before the wedding. He’d laughed at first, but then he’d realized she was serious.
It had only been three weeks and Elide was more than happy to no longer be their buffer.
“Pick up for Aelin,” she told the guy behind the counter before turning to Elide. “We have the rest of our lives for that privacy. I loved having you there, especially after not seeing you for so many years. We’ll have to make it a priority to see each other on a regular basis.”
In a rare moment, Aelin’s voice had gone soft. She reached out and squeezed Elide’s hand. A sudden rush of emotion swept over her as the guy placed their order on the counter.
“Of course,” Elide promised, and the guy had to clear his throat to bring them back, to get his payment.
After they paid, they stopped at the liquor store and bought everything needed to celebrate the first night in her new home. Once they got back, Rowan and Lorcan had finished putting together the book shelf and were sprawled out on the couch.
Aelin rolled her eyes as she walked through the door. “No one said you two could take a break.”
Lorcan narrowed his eyes but it was Rowan that said, “Can’t work on an empty stomach. You took too long.”
She shot him a vulgar gesture that only seemed to make their three months of abstinence harder. He really did love her crude nature.
It was just after eleven when Rowan and Aelin left, promising to be by around noon with the last few things of Elide’s that were still at the apartment. Lorcan shut the door, locking it behind him and headed up the stairs to where Elide waited in the master bedroom.
Her bedroom.
He was so damn proud of her, for overcoming the fear that Roland had instilled in her, for pushing herself to get this place, for never taking the easy way out.
When he topped the stairs, he found she wasn’t waiting in bed like he’d hoped. She was in the bathroom, likely washing her face or brushing her teeth, so he would wait for her. It had been a long day, and he expected that she would be tired. He knew he sure as hell was.
After stripping down to nothing but his boxer-briefs, Lorcan climbed into the bed and started scrolling through movies, looking for something to turn on while they fell asleep. He’d turned on one of Elide’s favorite movies and was watching the opening credits when she appeared in the doorway.
He dropped the remote and forgot all about the movie.
Elide had worn lingerie for him once. It had been a red, lacy, little thing, to celebrate being together for a whole month, and Lorcan had been a puddle at her feet.
But standing in front of him, wearing a matching bra and panty set, a garter belt, and god damned thigh highs? He was ready to offer her his soul.
She must’ve seen the light in his eyes because a sultry grin greeted him as she meandered toward the bed.
“What did I do to deserve this?” He asked, finally having found his voice as she stood at the foot of the bed. Lorcan was crawling towards her.
“Your treat for doing all the heavy lifting today,” she crooned, “and for being so supportive. And wonderful. And ungodly handsome.”
His lips quirked up as he sat at the foot of the bed and took her hips in his hands. “I like those reasons,” he murmured, running his thumb along the skin just above that damned garter belt. “You look…”
Elide waited, her fingers weaving their way through his hair as she waited for the words to come to him, fully aware that she looked, and felt, phenomenal in her current attire.
Lorcan laughed quietly and shook his head. “I can’t come up with a word that’s good enough to describe how fucking gorgeous you look.”
“Fucking gorgeous works,” she said, straddling his lap. His hands slid down to her thighs and back up to her ass, where they stayed. “I know you wanted me to move in with you, but I need to do this for myself first, to have my own space. Not away from you, but just to…be me again.”
“You don’t have to explain it, babe, I get it.” He leaned up, pressing his mouth to hers. “I’m so proud of you.”
“You helped me do all of this,” Elide said, cupping his face in her hands. “You helped me realize my strength, my worth. You kept me from drowning in my own darkness after everything that happened and I… I love you, Lorcan.”
His hands stilled where they’d been squeezing the curve of her ass. His eyes widened in surprise and Elide had a split second of fear as she wondered if she’d misread everything, all the feelings she had and had thought Lorcan shared. But then his lips were on hers and he was standing and turning. Elide’s back was pressed into the mattress and Lorcan’s hard body was over hers. The kiss took her breath away and when Lorcan pulled his lips from hers, his voice was breathless, too. “I love you, too, Elide.”
She’d longed to hear those words from him for weeks, maybe longer. Finally hearing them, in her own home, with a bright future ahead of her, in the arms of the man she loved?
Elide wasn’t sure if she’d even been happier.
……………
It had been nearly a year since Elide had moved into her townhouse and it had been the best year of her life. Living alone had given her more strength than she ever could have thought, more courage. She had woken up every day with her head held high, feeling confident and worthy, no fear, ready to take on what the day ahead of her held.
She hadn’t heard from Roland again, not once, not since he stormed into the gym and had expected Elide to go with him. It seems he had gotten the hint, thank the gods.
She no longer felt him hiding behind every corner, no longer jumped every time her phone rang, no longer feared going out in public. Instead, she was able to live her life to the fullest, and that was a blessing in itself.
Work had been her newfound love, thanks to Sellene, who had taken her passions and brought them to life. Between physical therapy and massage therapy, and the few clients she had kept as a personal trainer, Elide was working long hours but loving every second of it. Lorcan was incredibly supportive, but he was always supportive of everything she did.
He was her number one in everything. They grew together, their relationship stronger than Elide could have ever imagined. He treated her like a queen, and she spent every minute she could convincing him that he was everything she had ever wanted, had ever needed.
They hadn’t run into a single bump in their relationship and Elide often felt like she was waiting for the other shoe to drop. Aelin, in a rare show of being the voice of reason, told her to quit worrying problems into existence.
So she didn’t. She lived every moment as if there wouldn’t be another and loved Lorcan just as fiercely as he loved her. They didn’t worry about what if’s and they didn’t worry about the past. They were each other’s future’s, and that’s all that mattered.
Lorcan was cooking dinner when the door from the garage opened up. A crisp wind blew in, the chilly weather of fall moving in much earlier than normal this year. Elide hurried in, her gym bag over one shoulder, her phone and what was left of a white chocolate mocha clutched in the other hand.
“It’s the middle of September,” she announced, as if he’d somehow missed that fact. “It should not be this cold.” It was then that she noticed what he was cooking. “Is that lasagna?”
“Maybe,” he said, taking her bag and setting it in the laundry room. “How was your day?”
“Great, but I’m starving.” She headed for the fridge and got a bottle of wine out, pouring a glass. “I had two training appointments, one of which was Manon, so that kicked my ass and I had a new therapy patient start today. She actually seems like she wants to get better, so that’s an improvement from some of the last few.”
Elide had a string of patients who gave up, hadn’t cared whether or not they really got use of their bodies back or not, and it had discouraged her. She had known she was capable and it wasn’t a reflection on her, but she was worried Sellene might see otherwise. Lorcan had reassured her that regardless of whether these people accepted her treatment or not wasn’t on her, it was on them. Sellene, of course, had told Elide she was being silly when she’d found out.
She took a drink and hopped up on the island. “How was your day?”
Lorcan lifted one shoulder in a shrug. “It was pretty good. Stopped some bad guys, saved the day, normal cop stuff.”
He was convinced he felt the earth shift on its axis Elide rolled her eyes so hard.
She was scrolling through her emails from the day when she gasped. Lorcan was immediately on high alert. He was in front of her in an instant, hands on her thighs. “What is it?”
Her eyes kept reading across the email, but finally, she looked up at him. “My landlord is increasing my rent by three hundred dollars.”
“Three hundred dollars? That’s ridiculous,” he said, reading through the email after she handed him the phone.
Three hundred dollars was a lot when you had so little to spare every month. Elide was great about budgeting, but to pull an extra three hundred dollars out in thin air…
“I like this place,” she said, at last, with a frown. Lorcan had set the phone down and was giving Elide his full, undivided attention. She nibbled on her bottom lip. “I don’t think I can afford that, though. I might have to look for something else.”
“Look for something else?” Lorcan murmured, his hands running up her thighs. “Are you sure that’s what you want?”
“Not necessarily,” she said, shrugging. “But I can’t…” she trailed off and took a deep breath. “I hardly have enough to spare as it is. Putting an extra three hundred dollars towards rent means major sacrifices.”
Lorcan lifted her wine glass off the island beside her and took a sip for himself before holding it up. “Like wine?”
Elide laughed and snatched it from him. “Yes, exactly.” She took a drink then slid her arms around his shoulder. “I don’t want to worry about it tonight, though. I’ll save it for tomorrow. Tonight I want to spend time with you, and tomorrow…tomorrow I’ll think about my lease. It renews next month, anyway.”
Lorcan watched her for a moment, admired her as he ran his hands behind her and kissed her, softly. A moment of quiet passed before he said, “Don’t renew your lease.”
Her eyebrows furrowed. “We’ll talk about it tomorrow, Lor, but I have to have somewhere to live.”
“And you do,” he said, framing her face in his hands and then stepping back to encompass the room around them. He tugged her off the counter taking her hands in his. “Elide, you’ve always had a home here and you always will. Wherever I am when I’m you is my home.”
Her eyes softened. “And you’re my home, Lorcan, but—”
“Then I have a third option to consider,” he said, his hands traveling up her arm, resting on her shoulders.
“Third option?” She laughed, shaking her head. “What are my first two?”
“Your first option is to shell out another three hundred dollars to your sleazy landlord who stares at your ass whenever he comes to fix something,” Lorcan replied, holding up air quotes in response to the random visits he makes to repair things she hadn’t even known were damaged.
“And give up wine and other fun things that I love,” she added.
Nodding, Lorcan went on. “Exactly. Option two is looking for another place in your price range, that’s close to the gym. Based on the scowl on your face, I don’t think you’re looking forward to that.”
Narrowing her eyes, she reached for her wine and took a drink. “Point taken. What’s option number three?”
“You move in with me and we get married.”
Elide went still. For a moment, she thought that she hadn’t heard him correctly, but then his words finally registered and she found herself stuttering before him. “I’m sorry…what?”
Lorcan took both of her hands in his and looked down at her. “Move in with me, El. Marry me.”
A thousand emotions hit her at once and she had no idea what to say, not because the words didn’t come but because too many words came at once.
Before she could muster up a response, Lorcan was down on one knee, her hands still in his. “I don’t have a ring,” he confessed, and Elide laughed quietly as he continued, “and maybe this isn’t the right way to do this but I don’t care. I love you. I am so ridiculously in love with you that it pains me. I love waking up with you every morning and falling asleep with you every night. I love living life with you, both on the good days and the bad. You make me a better person and, gods Elide, I don’t know what the fuck I was doing before you came into my life. You’re everything to me. I had a plan to ask you this on a different day, when I had planned some romantic shit that would have blown your mind, but…right now feels right. So, don’t renew your lease. Instead, move in with me and let’s spend every day for the rest of our lives together. You’re the love of my life and I would be a damned fool if I didn’t ask you to be mine forever.” Elide was crying by this point . She knew it, and she didn’t care. “Marry me, Elide. Please. Be my wife.”
The laugh that came from her surprised Lorcan. “Rowan threw Aelin a party and you don’t even have me a damn ring?”
Lorcan hesitated, realizing he may not have thought this through very well, but then Elide was bending at the waist, kissing him. “Of course, I’ll marry you,” she said, tears still running down her cheeks. “Of course, I love you so much.”
Lorcan stood then, taking her face in his hands and kissing her until she was breathless. When he pulled away, he rested his forehead against hers. “So which option do you pick?”
Elide threw her head back and laughed. “Three,” she sighed as he picked her up and set her back on the counter again. “I pick option three.”
He kissed her again, wine and dinner and leases forgotten. It was just the two of them and the future that lay before them.
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𝗛𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗯𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗸 𝗔𝗻𝗻𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗮𝗿𝘆
║ ꜰᴏʀᴍᴀᴛ･* – 𝖲𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌
║ ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ･* – 𝖶𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗏𝗂𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌, 𝖪𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗆 𝗆𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗂𝖺𝗋 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇.
║ ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ･* – 𝟤,𝟧𝟢𝟫
║ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ･* – 𝖺𝖽𝗎𝗅𝗍 𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗎𝖺𝗀𝖾, 𝖽𝖾𝗉𝗂𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀.
║ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ/ᴘᴀʀᴛ･* – 𝖢𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖷𝖷𝖵💔: 𝖭𝖾𝗐 𝖥𝗂𝗌𝗁
ᴘʀᴇᴠɪᴏᴜꜱ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ .༺ ♥︎ ༻ ࣭ ɴᴇxᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ
ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ
Kareem's POV
𝗖𝗟𝗢𝗦𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗙𝗥𝗢𝗡𝗧 door behind me, I unlocked my car, got inside, and fastened my seatbelt before pulling out of the driveway. Today I have a few errands to run around the city. First, I had to go to the skatepark, fill out paperwork, wash my car, and visit my parents.
I walked inside, parked my car in front of the skatepark, and greeted my employees.
"How are you doing today, Kareem?" One of my female employees, Serena, smiled at me. She's worked here for about two months and is good with the kids, although the teens hit on her.
"Good afternoon, Serena." I greeted her before walking to my office.
"How's your day so far?" She asked, standing in the doorway of my office.
"I'm doing good. How about yourself?" I asked, sitting in the chair.
"I'm good. I feel refreshed now that I'm out of that relationship." She shrugged.
"That's good. Now get to work." I smiled friendly at her.
"Jeez, I'm just trying to make conversation." Serena rolled her eyes and left back to the front.
Chuckling to myself, I logged onto my computer and typed up financial reports.
• 3:00 PM •
Unlocking my car, I got in and fastened my seatbelt. I started my car and drove to my parent's house. As soon as I arrived, I parked next to my dad's truck and got out, then went to the door and rang the bell. The door opens, revealing my dad.
"To what do I owe this visit?" My father asked, crossing his arms.
"I wanted to come and see how you and mom are doing," I replied and shrugged as I walked inside the house.
"We're good now that our son comes to see us." My father said, closing the door behind him.
"I'm your only son." I chuckled, nodding my head.
"Yeah, well, it's nice of you to visit." He smiled, patting me on the shoulder. "How's Destini?"
"Destini's good. She's at her mom's house today." I lied through my teeth. The truth was I didn't know where Destini was.
She was already gone when I left this morning—not leaving a note or a text. She's probably fucking her baby daddy, for all I know.
"You should've brought her. Your mother wants to see her again." My father said as I followed him to the living room.
"I'll see when she's available," I replied, nodding my head, although I wasn't going to ask her.
The thought of Destini and her baby daddy together made me sick. His hands touching her body, his mouth kissing her sweet lips, and the image of them fucking in bed made my blood boil to an ultimate high. Although Destini and I aren't together, I will get her back if it's the last thing I do. And if they think they saw the last of me, they're sadly mistaken. I was speaking the truth when I spoke to Destini about what I saw in my future with her, and I'm determined to make that come true.
Call me jealous or obsessive, but when I met Destini, I knew she was a real one I had to keep. She was the sunshine of my life. The reason I wake up every morning. Destini's why I wanted to become a family man, and I still do. I indeed saw myself with no one but Destini, and if I couldn't have her, I would do my damn best to make sure that no one, not even bitch ass Marcos, could have her.
Pulling out my phone, I went to my Instagram app, found Destini's profile, and scrolled through her photos. It wasn't until I came across a recent post-Destini uploaded that I scrolled through the comments. I found it funny that none of her friends commented under the pictures of Destini and me, but they'd post under hers and Marcos's. It was okay, though, because I didn't fucking like them anyway. Locking my phone, I sighed, stood up, and walked to the kitchen to grab a beer from the fridge.
"I'll see you guys later. I have to stop by work." I announced, catching my father's attention.
"Okay, call your mother, please." My dad called out from his spot in the living room.
"Will do!" I shouted, closing the front door.
Entering my car, I fastened my seatbelt, started the engine, and drove to the gas station closest to my parent's house. As I leaned against the vehicle, waiting for the tank to fill up, I saw a brown-haired woman walking out of the store. She went to her parked automobile and opened the driver's door before noticing me staring.
"You're staring pretty hard." The girl teased, laughing at my facial expression.
"O-Oh, I'm sorry." I apologized, looking away from her.
"It's cool." She replied, walking around the gas pump and sticking her hand out. "I'm Nazanin, but you can call me Naz."
"Nice to meet you in Kareem." I introduced myself, shaking the girl's hand.
"You want to hang out sometime? I don't know, maybe hit a bar or something?" Nazanin asked, smiling at me.
"Sure," I answered, pulling out my phone and handing it to her.
After Nazanin put her number in my phone, she returned it to me, put the gas pump away, got in her car, and drove away. Once I filled my tank, I put the gadget away, got in my car, and went to work.
Marcos's POV
I sat in the backyard with my dad, talking with him as he threw King's ball, allowing his dog to chase it.
"So, how's your relationship since we last talked?" My father asked as King brought the ball to him.
"Honestly, I don't know," I answered, shrugging my shoulders.
"What's going on?" He questioned, looking at me curiously.
"My girlfriend is jealous of my relationship with Destini," I explained, stunning my hand over my face.
"What happened?" My dad inquired, arching an eyebrow.
"Well, she threatened to put me back in jail," I confessed, shaking my head.
"You're kidding me, right?" He asked, staring at me in shock.
"Nope. We were arguing about Naz calling Alayah a brat." I explained, answering his question. "That's why Destini fought her the day of your birthday party. All she wanted was an apology."
"Man, that's low." He sighed, throwing King's ball again.
"Yeah, and after that day, I've been distancing myself because I feel like she's going to use that against me." I expressed, nibbling my bottom lip.
"I don't blame you." My dad replied, nodding in approval. "Let me ask you this. Do you still have feelings for Destini?"
"Of course I always have. I never stopped loving Destini." I responded, playing with my chain.
"Why not get back with her?" My Dad asked, puzzled, crossing his arms and staring at me.
"We're both in relationships with other people." I pointed out, shrugging my shoulders.
"It's obvious you don't feel for Naz and Destini with Kareem, so why not get back together?" He wondered, eyeing me curiously.
"I don't know. I don't want to hurt anyone anymore, I guess." I truthfully spoke, rubbing the growing hair on my face.
"That's understandable, but if you're unhappy, why put yourself through the pain?" My father sincerely asked, staring at me.
"I guess I didn't want to be alone after what happened with my parents," I commented, reminiscing about that day.
"You're not alone, Marcos." My father replied, shaking his head.
"I know, but at the time, I felt alone." I nodded, rubbing my sweaty hands on my thighs.
"Well, at least you learned from your mistake." He sighed, drinking his glass of strawberry lemonade my mother made.
"I know I did," I responded, pulling out my phone.
"All that matters is that you get with Destini again if your feelings for her are still there." My Dad teased, glancing at me from the corner of his eye.
"Yes, the feelings are still there, but we're in relationships with different people, but even if we weren't, she wouldn't take me back," I explained, shaking my head.
"How do you know that?" He asked, arching an eyebrow at me.
"I've talked to her before about getting back together if we were single," I answered, pulling out my phone as I received a text from Nazanin.
Nazanin😌💖🎈 - How long are you going to be out?
I'll be on my way in 20.
Nazanin😌💖🎈 - Ok, see you soon, papi.
"Girlfriend texting you already?" My father questioned, grinning at me amusingly.
"Yep." I nodded, leaning back in the chair.
"What time does she want you to be home?" He asked, making me laugh.
"Naz was asking how long I was going to be out," I claimed, shrugging my shoulders.
"Mhmm." My dad sarcastically mumbled, rolling his eyes.
The expression on his face made me laugh. My dad could always tell if I was lying and saw straight through me. I cherished the moments when I could sit and laugh with him. It made me almost wish my biological parents were there for me.
"So I've been meeting with this trainer named Dominic," I announced, crossing my arms. "It's been going good so far."
"You mean the nephew of the therapist you went to see?" He questioned, arching an eyebrow at me.
"Yeah." I nodded, chewing the inside of my cheek.
"How's that going?" My father asked, looking at me.
"It's great. Dominic's helping me release all the pent-up anger that I have." I answered, shrugging my shoulders.
"That's great." My Dad praised, nodding in approval.
"It's relieving." I sighed, shrugging my shoulders. I glanced at him and saw him staring at me.
"At least you're getting the help you need." He responded, smiling at me.
I nodded, taking in his words and processing them. Maybe getting help from a therapist was the best thing for me and my family.
Destini's POV
Stepping out of the shower, I wrapped a towel around myself before walking to my bedroom. I dried off, moisturized my skin, and dressed in an orange textured jersey drape front mini skirt, an oatmeal soft rib roll neck curved hem crop top, and orange heels. I stood before my mirror, styled my hair, and did my makeup.
Earlier, Erika invited me to meet her, Za'Niyah, Sapphire, India, and one of her friends at a fancy Italian restaurant for lunch. After checking myself in my full-length mirror, I grabbed my phone and texted Marcos.
Are you busy?
Marcos❌😒 - Nah, I'm talking with your dad right now. Why?
Erika invited me out, and I wanted to drop Alayah off.
Marcos❌😒 - Okay, I'm at my parent's house.
I'm on my way.
Smiling, I grabbed my bag and left my room for Alayah's. She sat on the floor, playing with her Barbie dolls. When Alayah looked up and saw me, she gasped.
"Wow, you look so pretty, mommy." Alayah complimented me, making me smile.
"Thank you, baby. Are you ready?" I questioned, placing my hands on my hips.
"Yes." She nodded cheerfully, standing up to grab her backpack off the bed.
We walked downstairs, out of the house, to my car. I buckled my daughter in the seat and fastened my seatbelt. Arriving at my parent's house, I parked, stepped out of the car, and opened the back door for Alayah. I used my key, unlocked their front door, and heard the sound of the TV playing from the living room. My heels clicking on the hardwood caught my father and Marcos's attention, making them look up at me.
"Where are you off to?" My father asked as Marcos stared at me in shock.
"I'm going to lunch with Erika and some friends," I answered, avoiding my ex-boyfriend's gaze.
"Dressed like that?" He questioned, eyeing my outfit.
"How am I dressed, Dad?" I inquired, placing my hands on my hip and sticking it to the side.
"Like you're going to a nightclub." He replied, shrugging his shoulders.
"Well, I'm not going to a nightclub," I replied, shaking my head. Leaning down, I kissed Alayah on her forehead. "I'll see you later and be good for your daddy, okay."
"Bye, Mommy." My daughter waved at me as I left my parent's house.
Unlocking my vehicle, I climbed inside, fastened my seatbelt, and drove to the destination where I was meeting with Erika.
Enrique's POV
I closed the front door behind me as I checked the envelopes from the mail. My American Bully Loki, who I named after my favorite Marvel character, trotted to me barking. As he sniffed my leg, he calmed down and ran away. One after the other, I looked through the mail and came across a letter from an all too familiar address.
Enrique Navarra
3918 South Sycamore Avenue
Los Angeles, CA 90008
Lola Bescós, #626384
Iron Valley Women's Correctional Facility
2698 Sweetwood Drive
Denver, CO 80202
It was a letter from my ex-wife—one of the many messages she sends me weekly. I stared at the node as I walked into the kitchen. Flipping open the trash can, I hesitated before tossing the envelope inside. As I turned to step out of the kitchen, my wife, Aurora, stood behind me.
"Is that all the mail?" She asked, eyeing the papers in my hand.
"Yeah, that's all that was inside the mailbox." I nodded, handing them to her. "It's nothing but bills and letters."
"When is it not?" Aurora laughed, shaking her head. I leaned down and kissed her cheek as I made my exit.
Entering my study, I went to my mini-bar and poured myself a glass of Glenmorangie Scotch. I'm not going to lie when I say I did feel a pang of guilt because I did when I threw that letter in the trash. I could've grown a pair and read the note, but I didn't. I couldn't do it.
Kareem's POV
It's been a few hours since I've been at home, and I was curious to see what Destini was up to, so as I drove to the house, I called her.
Sunshine🫶🌻 - Wassup b-bae!
Destini, are you drunk?
Sunshine🫶🌻 - D-Drunk? No.
You sound drunk.
Sunshine🫶🌻 - I'm not drunk. A little tipsy? Yes.
Where are you?
Sunshine🫶🌻 - I'm at home.
How did you drive home?
Sunshine🫶🌻 - Erika's fiancé drove me home.
Okay, I'm on my way there.
Sunshine🫶🌻 - Love you.
Love you too.
Arriving at the house, I parked behind Destini's car and used my keys to unlock the front door. Walking through the home, I noticed it was quiet, so I wandered upstairs. I opened the bedroom and saw Destini knocked out in bed. Her heels were on the floor along with her clothes as she slept in nothing but her panties. How her body looked tempted me to rip them off and take her to pound town, but I knew she was drunk/tipsy.
Sighing, I rolled her slumped body over and pulled the comforter over her naked form.
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trying to find an old internet short film about a girl with a petty roommate and a crush on a boy in a band
so i made this post on reddit 3 months ago and even though apparently 400+ people saw it no one commented on it and i didnt even get a message about it so im trying on here. this is copy pasted from the reddit post:
"It was an animated short film about a girl who worked at an office job, with a petty girl roommate who had a big ego, and she had a crush on a boy who I believe was the lead singer of a small band.
The events I can remember them in is this.
The girl is at her office job when her crush comes in asking her if she could print out flyers for his band that are going to be preforming soon. She agrees and does so at her job, but she gets distracted(?) and flyers start copying at rapid speed and I think spreading all over town. The crush is grateful that she did it, so he gives her a free ticket to a concert they'll be doing at a bar.
She holds onto the ticket throughout a few scenes before there is a gust of wind and the ticket goes flying out of her hand, and there is a whole chase scene that happens, where in one part she gets stuck on a hand from a big city clock (not Big Ben, this is an American film).
This next part I just unlocked in my brain recently, although I don't know if this is a false memory. I think she was able to sneak into the bar where they were playing, but then either she got drunk and threw up on her crush, or there was a bar fight that lead to her having to go home. I'm leaning more towards her throwing up and going home out of embarrassment.
The film ends with her in bed sad (maybe also crying and/or hungover?) until she gets a message on her answering machine from her crush, where he's clearly drunk, still at the bar, talking to her about what's happening, and it ends with her smiling and sighing out of love.
There were two scenes I could remember with the roommate that I don't know where exactly they placed in the film, but I remember the order of when they appeared. The first scene being the main girl and her roommate arguing about laundry, and the next scene being the main girl trying to get into her apartment building as it's about to rain, but the roommate locks the building door behind her on purpose, and the main girl ends up melting into a puddle because it was acid rain.
This is all I can remember about the film. I don't remember who animated it or what it was called. All I can remember was that it must've been uploaded somewhere online between 2005 to 2009-2010. Here's an old drawing I did a couple years ago of what I remember the characters and art style to look like."
this is the drawing
i like, literally have nowhere else to go about this other than here. if someone knows anything about internet short film history or something like that or if anyone else remembers this short film, please please PLEASE say something.
reblogs are really appreciated for this
#the bun talks#help me find#lost media#internet lost media#short film#animated short film#2d animated short film#2000s internet#2000s media#2000s web
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To Rest In Eden
Warnings: Spoilers for Marius’ SR card “Twilight Beauty”
Summary: Needing a potted plant for her new bedroom design, Anna agrees to let her boyfriend take her plant shopping. To her surprise, Marius doesn’t bring her to a flower shop, but to a wonderful garden owned by the von Hagen’s. Seeing the rare flowers in bloom fills Anna with bittersweet feelings…
A wave a crisp air slapped me in the face the second I opened the passenger door. The outskirts of Stellis were just as well cared for as the rest of the city, and although it didn’t have buildings that reached the sky it retained the beauty of raw nature that was lost in human development.
I heard the driver’s side door open and close behind me, followed by footsteps on the gravel. “What do you think?”
“It’s beautiful.” I turned to him with a smile. “I thought we were going to any old flower shop.”
“Where’s the surprise in that?” Taking my hand and lacing our fingers together, Marius led me up the driveway towards the beautifully designed villa and the breathtaking garden that surrounded it. “I’ve seen your room, and I know how picky you are about it. Not just any potted plant will please you.”
I playfully rolled my eyes. “Way to make me sound high-maintenance.” I adjusted my cream coloured cardigan. “Since you know me so well, what kind of plant are we here for?”
“Have you ever seen an epiphyllum before?”
I shook my head. “I haven’t. They’re not exactly common flowers you come across casually. What makes them so rare?”
“Epiphyllums only bloom at night and only last for a couple of hours before they start to wither.” Slowly stopping, Marius lifted our linked hands above my head and twirled me a full three-sixty before pulling me closer and swaying back and forth in a tender dance. “We’re here to get you one.”
My arms naturally slid around his shoulders and linked together behind his neck. “These sound like the types of flowers a professional should be taking care of… Are you sure this is something I can handle?”
The confidence in his smile blew all my doubts away. “When you become determined about something, you make it happen. You did it to get accepted into school, to get your job… To get me.”
“Really?” I titled my head to the side, flashing a smirk of my own. “If memory serves, Mr. von Hagen, I believe it was you who made the first move.”
Instead of replying with words, he leaned in closer and spoke with a kiss instead. I sighed happily and kissed him back, unlocking my hands so I could play with the dark hair at the back of his neck. The soft sounds of our lips parting blended into the humming breeze and mummers of the insects.
“You’re wearing strawberry.” He suddenly said, his violet eyes dropping to my gloss covered lips.
“That’s right. You’re getting better at this.”
Caught up in the moment, I stood on the tips of my toes with the intention of kissing him again, but the sound of a phone pinging destroyed the atmosphere. I dropped back onto my heels and looked away as a hot blush painted my pale cheeks. When I glanced back at Marius, I realized he was frowning a little.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, shyness forgotten.
“Vincent just told me the gardener doesn’t recommend moving the epiphyllums for a few more days. He said they’ll bloom tonight.” Marius shoved his phone back into his pocket. “Sorry, Doll. It might take a little longer to get you that plant.”
“Marius, it’s okay. We can watch them bloom here-” Something dawned on me and I cocked my head back. “Is this why you asked me to reserve my entire weekend for you?”
He chuckled. “No, that’s not why. Not even I can predict when the flowers are gonna bloom. I just wanted you all to myself this weekend.”
I gave him a look. “I turned down a shopping trip with Robin and Harmony for you. I hope you don’t ever doubt that I love you.”
My response may not have been the most romantic, and yes, my sass often slipped into conversations, but I truly do love him. I would turn down anything if it meant getting to spend some time with him in-between his busy schedules.
“You said you have a nature painting to do for class, right? That will be a good way to pass the time. Besides, we’re swimming in references and gorgeous scenery right now. There’s gotta be something around here to spark your inspiration.”
Taking my hand again, Marius jerked his head towards the back of the property. “There’s a lotus pond over there. Let’s go check it out.”
The pond he led me to was absolutely gorgeous. The water was such a deep shade of blue it reminded me the sky at night, and bright green, healthy looking lily pads floated on the surface, acting as resting points for several green frogs. The lotuses themselves were the most eye-catching with their vibrant pink petals and sunshine yellow centres.
Marius sat at the base of a tree with his sketchbook in his lap and a couple of different pencils at his side. Not wanting to distract him from his assignment, I lingered near the pond and played with a couple of brave little ducklings as they swam back and forth between me and their parents, who didn’t seem to mind their babies getting close.
“So how do you know about this place? Are you a friend of the owner’s?” I asked, breaking the silence between us after some time.
“Something like that. This garden belongs to my brother.”
The mention of Giann von Hagen made me pause. I knew very little about Marius’ older brother, only that Marius cared a lot for him and that Giann has been missing for some time now. As curious as I am, the last thing I wanted to do was push him to talk about something that heavy.
“I didn’t realize Giann was into gardening. I take it he’s fond of efi… Epfha… How do you say it again?”
“Epiphyllums.” Marius replied, chuckling with an affectionate shake of his head. “He does, but he planted them in honour of my mother.”
Miss. von Hagen, another figure in his life I didn’t know very much about. Though, considering she passed away when Marius was still a baby, his knowledge of her as a person might not be too wide, either.
“I’m sorry.” I said, turning my gaze back to the pond. “I didn’t mean to bring them up.”
“Don’t be sorry. I don’t remember her, so I don’t have a deep connection like I do with my brother. What I know of her, I figured out from her music and paintings.” He kept his eyes on his work as he spoke, his pencil continuing to move across the page. “A painting she did of an epiphyllum is hanging in the hallway of our old home. I feel in love with it. I want to know what she was thinking when she painted it.”
A soft smile pulled at my lips. “With how well you paint, I can only imagine how beautiful her work is.”
Suddenly aware of how loose the elastic in my hair was, I tried to fix it but it slipped out before I could get the job done. Signing at the loss of the hour I spent on it this morning, I gathered it up and prepared to just throw it onto a bun. There’s no way I would be able to recreate the same level of detail in the braids and twists without my bobby pins and mirrors.
I heard shuffling and a moment later, Marius was standing behind me and slipping the elastic from my fingers. “I’ll fix it for you.”
Even though he couldn’t see it, I raised a brow. “I know you’re good with your hands, but you know how to style hair?”
“I can manage a simple braid. Don’t you trust me?”
I could picture his pout in my mind. “Alright. Go for it.”
Marius ran his fingers along my scalp, gently working out the knots before getting to work. He wasn’t pulling too tightly, and for a while I thought he was making the braid too loose, and I got even more curious when I realized he was braiding across and down, he was leaving portions of my hair out. It wasn’t until he tied the elastic and turned me to face him did I realize he put my hair into a lace braid, staring above my right ear and running diagonally to the left.
He brushed some stragglers from my face, tucking the pink strands behind my ears. My heart leapt as his thumbs caressed my cheeks. “There. Aren’t you just beautiful, my sweet Anna.”
My cheeks were burning again, but I couldn’t find the strength to look away from him. I could hear my heart pounding in my ears. I opened my mouth a little but no sounds were willing to come out. I couldn’t see, hear, or think anything but him and the and the loving expression he was wearing. It wasn’t until a particularly strong gust of wind ripped several pages from his sketchbook that this trance I was caught in was broken.
I crouched down to grab it, only to be startled by the sudden panic in Marius’ voice. “Anna, wait-”
The wind ripped it away just as my fingers grazed the sheet. The paper twirled and tumbled in the air as the breeze carried it away. For a brief moment, it was still enough for me to catch a glimpse of the drawing. The pond, the lotus, the ducks… and a woman with glasses sitting by the water had been drawn.
I stood up and looked at Marius. The blush on his cheeks and the nervous look in his averted eyes squashed my disbelief. “You drew me?”
He quickly recovered, lips curling from a shy frown to a confident smirk that looked way too attractive on him. “You were part of the landscape. How could I leave out such an important element?”
Not knowing what to do with myself, I looked down and adjusted the way my glasses rested on the bridge of my nose.
I could feel the air around him grow from confident to cocky. “What’s this? Have I flustered you, Little Miss?”
‘I have to knock him down a peg.’ I thought, eyeing the sketchbook tucked under his arm. I gasped dramatically. “Marius! Your art!”
A quick look of panic crossed his face as his head snapped to look behind him. I seized the opportunity to snatch his book and dash several feet away, opening the hardcover as I slid across the grass to a halt. Each page I flipped to stole some of my breath, the childish smile of success slowly falling as I took in every detail. All of these were portraits of me. The later ones I recognized from moments we’ve had together recently, but the older ones… they had to have been from before we got together.
Butterflies were swirling in my chest as I turned to my boyfriend. “How long have you been doing this?”
“Long enough that I can draw you from memory. I’ll be able to recreate that lost sketch in no time.” He took the book back and closed it, then grabbed my hand. “It’s getting late. Are you hungry yet?”
“No-”
My stomach rudely cut in to disagree. My face turned red and my eyes narrowed into a ‘don’t you dare say anything’ glare, but Marius was sporting an innocent closed-eyed smile.
I puffed out my cheeks, crossed my arms and turned my head to the side. “It’s not like I’m starving…”
Maintaining his grin, Marius leaned over and kissed me on the check. “Dinner is being prepared for us. It should be ready soon.”
Taking my hand, Marius led me back to the villa. After eating a delicious lasagna I knew my mother would love the recipe to, we headed back outside and made ourselves comfortable on a wooden bench across from a cluster of epiphyllums. The sky had taken on a rich indigo tone and sparkled with the brightest stars I’ve ever seen and a shimmering full moon.
“I can’t believe how beautiful it is out here.” I said, wrapping both my arms around his and leaning into him. “I’ve gone camping before but this… this is different. It’s peaceful.”
“It’s beautiful now, but wait until the epiphyllums bloom. Then you’ll really see how beautiful it can get.”
I moved my gaze to his profile and nearly melted when I peered into his eyes. No matter what sights appeared before me, I don’t think I’ll find anything more beautiful then those violet orbs.
The corners of his lips suddenly curled up. “What was that?”
My heart stopped and panic set in. “Nothing!”
I buried my face in his shoulder, too embarrassed to look at him any longer. I can’t believe I just spoke my thoughts out loud - who slips up that badly in real life?
A comfortable silence eventually fell over us. The sound of Marius’ breathing mixed in with the crickets and the gentle rustling of bushes and leaves in the nighttime breeze. My eyelids were staring to feel heavy and only got heavier when I rested my cheek against his strong shoulder. His hand covered my knee just them, his thumb drawing slow circles over my leggings.
“Getting sleepy?” He asked. That playful edge to his voice was present, but much softer then usual.
I hummed and snuggled in closer. “A little. I didn’t take a nap today, but I’ll-” A yawn cut me off. “Survive.”
“Why don’t you sleep a little now? I’ll wake you when the epiphyllums start to bloom.”
It wasn’t a bad offer, so I saw no reason to refuse. Taking my glasses off and placing them in my lap, I got comfortable and closed my eyes, breathing the scent of nature and Marius in.
~~~~~~~~~~
It didn’t take long for Anna to slip into a peaceful slumber. Her pink lips were parted slightly, the air from her soft exhales tickling his neck. Marius was tempted to gather her in his arms and set her in his lap, but the risk of waking her deterred him from the idea. Not what she was a light sleeper - the woman could sleep through a war as if gunfire was a lullaby, but waking her up was just asking to lose a finger. It’s a delicate process.
Pulling his phone from his pocket, Marius quietly snapped a couple photos of her. Anna was gorgeous when she was being feisty but in moments like these where she was completely at peace, a different kind of beauty shined through. Ever since waking up next to her for the first time, seeing her in such a calm, vulnerable state, Marius was determined to protect this side of her and keep it for himself.
“If you knew how sweet you looked like this, would you keep letting me see it?” He wondered out-loud, his whispered question fading into the night without a reply.
Marius didn’t believe Anna was hiding her vulnerable side on purpose - he really felt that there was a guard he hasn’t managed to bring down yet. What that wall was protecting her from, he wasn’t fully sure, but hopefully one day it was let him through.
~~~~~~~~~~
Something poking my cheek pulled me from my dreams. My green eyes slowly peeled open, the angle of my head tilting so I could glare up at the man responsible. “What?”
He shushed me, put my glasses on and tapped my nose. “Smell.”
It wasn’t until I lifted my head and sniffed the air that I remembered where we were. My eyes shot to the epiphyllums, gasping in amazement at the sight of the white petals. They appeared to be shimmering beneath the silver moonlight and the aroma they gave off was heavenly sweet.
I jumped off the bench and pulled Marius with me, dragging him towards the flowers. “You’re kidding. Is this real? Flowers like this actually exist?”
“They do. It seems like the more beautiful the flower, the more rare they are to see.”
“I’m speechless.” I said, shaking my head in disbelief as I tried to find my stolen breath. “I just… I don’t have words, Mari.”
Every flower looked the same yet stood out with its own unique beauty that was unmatched yet on par with the one next to it. They were so vibrant with life it was hard to imagine that in a few mere hours, they would wither and lose their glory. I wonder, the next time they bloomed, if they would be just as lush.
An arm wrapped around my waist. “What’s going through that head of yours?”
I took a second to formulate an answer. “These epi… Epha…” I huffed. “These flowers, do you think they’ll bloom the same the next time they open?”
“That depends on the caretaker. If they’re raised with love and care, protected with genuine intentions, they have a pretty good chance. After all, they were only able to bloom because someone believed in them.”
“That’s true.” I paused, looking down to play with the hem of his sleeve. “Marius?”
“Yeah?”
“Do you think they would be able to bloom this beautifully all on their own? Without having to rely on anyone for help?”
He was quiet for a moment, and when he spoke again, it was so quiet I almost didn’t hear him. “Are we really talking about flowers here…”
“Huh?” I asked, pretending to miss what he mumbled.
“Nothing. Truthfully, I don’t think anything can blossom completely by itself. Wild flowers, even without the help of human hands, still rely on soil and sunlight and bees to flourish. Some flowers need more assistance then others. It doesn’t make them any less beautiful. I’d even say the ones who get extra assistance stand a little taller.”
His words sunk beneath my skin, flowing into wounds I thought healed long ago. “Sorry, I don’t know where that came from all of a sudden.” I laughed a little. “I guess beautiful scenes make me emotional.”
Marius nuzzled his nose into my hair and gave my waist a gentle squeeze. “You have good soil and get lots of sunlight, but if you feel like you’re tilting, I’ll always be here to support you.”
My eyes started to sting but I blinked the threatening tears away. “Okay.”
~~~~~~~~~~
Several days later, a epiphyllum of my very own was delivered to my house. After doing a lot of research, I arranged some of the items in my room so that the flower pot could have the best spot for success in it’s bloom. I was determined to take the best care of it that I could, especially because not only was Marius trusting me with this, but it was one he planted himself.
Snapping a picture of it, I uploaded it to my blog with a sweet caption. Several minutes after it posted, I got a text message from my boyfriend.
Marius: Did you get your other gift?
Eyebrows furrowing, I approached the open box sitting on my bed. I was so excited about the flower I failed to realize he had sent something else with it. The envelope resting at the bottom was too large, wide and thick to be a regular letter.
“What have you done now?” I wondered, lifting the seal and carefully sliding the item out.
What landed on my lap was a small canvas painting, one that made me gasp and tear up. It was a portrait of me from the waist up, sleeping on a bed of epiphyllums. The expression on my face was so soft and tender, I almost didn’t believe it was actually me.
‘Is this how Marius sees me?’
I covered my mouth as a sob escaped, but it wasn’t one of sorrow or pain. It was a sob of joy; pure unbridled happiness, knowing that the man I loved saw me in such an innocent light.
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