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matthewsturniolosgirlfriend101 · 9 days

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Swimming (Matt Sturniolo)

description: y/n and the triplets go swimming for content. But matt and y/n's sweet intractions definitely do not go unseen.

Warnings: swearing, mentions of sexual things.

I have had a crush on Matt for the longest time. Everybody always tells me that he likes me back, but I never belive it.

Today, Matt, Chris, Nick and I have rented out a swimming centre, so we can film content in there. I was so exited, I had done swimming in the past and it was always a huge part of my life, something that I could do where I don't overthink or get stressed or anxious. "Y/n?" Matt says, breaking me out of my thoughts. "You alright?" I nodded, continuing to gaze out of the window humming quietly to 'TV by Billie Eilish.'

I suddenly felt a warm feeling on my inner thigh, I peered down at my lap and saw that it was Matt's hand. Slowly rubbing circles with his thumb. I felt a hot flush of heat run to my face as I turned away, biting my lip.

Around 5 minutes later, Matt removed his hand from my thigh to park in a space outside the swimming pool. I was sad at the loss of contact, but I knew matt had to use both hands so he didn't rear end the car beside him. As soon as he had parked we got out, Chris came up behind me and ruffled my hair "hey!" I said looking back at him annoyed. " I was having a good ponytail day!" All he replies with is "whoopsies" as he runs away like a child. Matt came up behind me and wrapped his arm over my shoulders pulling my back into his chest as he walked behind me. He carefully moved my misplaced strands of hair back to their original places. Little did we know Nick was recording us behind long enough to catch the whole thing. "Definitely keeping this in, it will be good for the edits." Whispers Nick to Chris. Chris just chuckles and agrees.

I start to get giddy as we walk inside because I smell the familiar scent of chlorine. I ran into the changing rooms, Chris running behind me as Matt and Nick slowly walked behind us. As me and Chris were fighting over who should get the family sized stall, Nick started to talk to Matt.

"So when are you two gonna get together?" Asked Nick. "What are you talking about?" Says Matt his gazed still fixed on me as I tried to push myself into the stall that Chris wouldn't let me have. "C'mon you know exactly what I'm taking about. Don't think we don't see the way you too look at each other. AND don't think we didn't see you putting your hand on her thigh or when you did all that weird shit in the car park coming in."

"Okay okay geez, I would love to talk to her about a relationship but I'm not sure she likes me back." Nick looks at him with an expression mixed of disgust, shame and shock. "Are you fucking stupid?" Matt laughs and walks away to get changed. All he could think about was y/n. Her beautiful voice, her soft hair, her flawless skin, her eyes, her curves, her lips. Oh god he loves her lips, they are so plump and naturally pink that he just wondered what they taste like.

Matt was quickly shook out of his dirty thoughts when y/n called his name "Matt! Hurry up we're all waiting for you!" Matt quickly shoves his clothes in his bag as he stepped out. He was wearing blue trunks. He scanned the floor and looked up when his eyes met y/n's but not for long as he traveled his gaze down to her bikini. A white fabric with little cherries on it. It looked so good on her. "You okay?" Y/n said giggling. He snapped up out of his trance. "Yeah I'm good." He said as he walked past her, grabbing her hand as he did.

30mins into filming we ended up doing races.

I always remember being really good at breaststroke. It was an easy swim for me as I didn't have to suffocate myself for that long. "Hey Matt!" I yelled " I bet you can't beat me in a breaststroke race!" ( A/N: help why does that sound so weird.)

"I bet I could." Matt says as he runs up to me grabbing my waist and jumping into the water. Nick laughs as he points the camera to us and zooms in. When I pop up from under the water, we both get ready to start the race. "GO!" screams Chris. I take off, my hands and legs moving rapidly, I got a pretty good headstart so I was ahead of Matt but still in arms reach. We were close to the end of the pool when I felt Matt's hand wrap around my ankle as he pulled me back into his chest. Kissing my head subconsciously and whispering in my ear "slow down sweetheart." Oh. My. Word. My somache filled with butterflies as I smiled shamlessly. "Or what?" I whisper back. In that moment I could feel him getting hard against my ass. He pulled away and continued swimming the rest of the pool as I stood there in shock.

Later when we were home, I was lying in my bed, hair washed and feeling squeaky clean, I was scrolling through my Instagram feed when I heard a knock at my door. "Come in." Slowly, my door opens to reveal Matt. I put my phone down and stand up, slightly flusterd as I remember our last interaction. I patted the spot next to me inviting him over. He slowly walked and sat down on my bed, I felt the space sink down and I struggled to stay balanced. "Hey." He said

"Hey." I repeated. He looks me dead in the eye his gaze burning imaginary holes into my soul. I opened my mouth to talk but he got there before me. "You know, I never did answer the question earlier." He said. I nodded, waiting for him to continue...

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A/N: Hey guys! This was my first imagine and I just wanted to leave it on a cliffhanger for you guys. English is not my first language so if i spelt anything wrong or something just doesn't make sense, please let me know thanks xx ALSO DOES ANYONE KNOW HOW TO SAVE DRAFTS ON HERE?

ALSO HOW DO YOU TAG PEOPLE?

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roses-r-rosie3 · 11 months

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Scary Mask

Miguel O'Hara x M!Reader

Requested by anonymous:

I really hate Angst but here it goes. So Miguel x Male reader, where the reader is also a spider person, that hasn’t yet had their sad cannon event. So Miguel figures out that the reader’s best friend is going to die, and the reader finds out and also tries to stop it, but Miguel intervenes and in the end, the reader has to watch his best friend die (it can be via a villain or an accident) and Miguel is trying to be logical and say stuff like “it had to happen, it happened to everyone” And reader just has a complete breakdown. The best friend was sort of a life line for the reader and without them, the reader is just a broken shell of himself. When Miguel tried to comfort him, the reader ends up screams at him, fights him and tells him that he murdered his best friend, and Miguel is obviously hurt by what the reader said. They end up having a huge fight and you can end it where the reader hates Miguel and kinda turns into a villain, or they can make up and have a fluffy ending

B/f/n = Best Friend’s name

A/n: This is the reuploaded story to my old one called 'Love is a drug that i quit'

Warnings: angst, swearing, bad ending, death, car crash

Quote: “I wish that stupid fucking spider never bit me! I wish I never met you! I fucking hate you Miguel!”

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Y/n was one of the only spider people in the society to not have a sad cannon event. Which explains why y/n was also one of the most cheerful spider people out of everyone. Miguel questioned it but never wanted to bring it up to y/n. So he decided to investigate when y/n was going to receive his cannon event. The answer Miguel got was not what he was expecting.

Y/n was getting his cannon event in a couple hours, and it was going to be his best friend that was going to die. Miguel heard y/n talk about his best friend a lot. His best friend was the only person y/n would ever talk about. Miguel felt conflicted, he loved y/n, he didn’t know weither to tell him and risk the universe possibly being destroyed or not to tell him and let him watch his best friend die. It happened to all the spider people but Miguel didn’t want to see y/n hurt.

“Miguel” y/n said, snapping Miguel out of his train of thought.

“Oh- uh- yeah baby?” Said Miguel.

“I’m not gonna be at the house today, I’m going to my universe to meet with my best friend. I haven’t seen them in so long…”

As y/n kept talking, Miguel couldn’t help but to feel guilty, he knew y/n’s friend was going to die and he couldn’t do anything about it. But he didn’t want y/n to be in pain.

“Actually y/n I think you should stay home today, you have an early shift tomorrow” Miguel said.

“Miguel, we literally talked about someone taking over my shift tomorrow remember?” Y/n said.

“Oh- Right” Miguel Said.

“Is there something wrong Miguel? You’ve had that serious look on your face. Is there something you wanna tell me?” Said y/n.

“I-I’m fine y/n” said Miguel who was obviously lying.

“Miguel I know when there’s something wrong with you, you know you can tell me anything” y/n said.

“I- I looked into when you would get your cannon event and it- it’s today, a-and it’s your best friend that’s going to die” Miguel confessed.

“You’re joking” y/n scoffed.

Y/n genuinely thought Miguel was joking, but the more he looked at Miguel’s face expression, he realized that Miguel wasn’t joking.

“I’m leaving right now” y/n said.

But before y/n could walk out the door Miguel held onto his arm.

“Y/n you know you the consequences if you try to save them” Miguel said.

“I don’t give a fuck Miguel! That’s my best friend! They were there for me when no one else was! Now let me go!” Y/n yelled with tears in his eyes.

“I’m sorry y/n, I can’t do that” Miguel said.

It hurt Miguel to do this to y/n, but the multiverse was more important.

“Miguel! Please! Just let me go!” Y/n screamed.

“I’m doing this for you, please forgive me” Miguel said as he took y/n’ watch and locked him in their bedroom.

“Miguel! Let me out! Miguel!” Y/n yelled as he was pounding on the door.

Y/n started to yell as he threw around stuff from inside the bedroom. Miguel could only Listen as y/n threw stuff around. In the middle of y/n’s tantrum, he threw open a drawer and a backup watch flew out of it. Miguel heard y/n stop throwing stuff around, and it was silent, a bit too silent.

“Y/n?”

Silence

“Y/n?”

…

“Y/n!”

Miguel busted through the door to find that y/n was gone. Miguel immediately activated his watch and went through. As soon as Miguel he started to look for y/n.

Reader’s Pov:

Y/n finally made it to the restaurant where him and his best friend were supposed to meet and started looking around frantically.

“B/f/n!” Y/n yelled out.

Y/n heard people talking about traffic being horrible because of a car accident. He thought it was nothing until someone pointed out that the car had the same exact description as he best friend’s car.

“No..” he said as he swung over to where people were describing it to be.

As soon as he got there, he saw his best friend’s body getting put in a body bag, that sight made y/n break down. Y/n saw that the guy who hit his best friend was still alive, so he decided to take things into his own hands.

Miguel’s pov:

When Miguel finally found y/n, he saw him attacking a man, the guy had a bloody nose and a bunch of bruises, y/n was being held back by the cops as he screamed and cried. Miguel couldn’t help but feel guilty, maybe if he hadn’t said anything then, y/n wouldn’t be as violent.

Miguel got down from the building the he was on and helped the cops pull y/n away from the guy. Miguel pulled y/n into an empty alleyway as he tried to calm y/n down.

“Y/n, please calm dow-”

“Calm down?!? That bastard murdered my best friend and you expect me to be calm?! He deserves to die for what he did to them!” Y/n screamed with tears in his eyes.

“Y/n, I understand, but it’s happened to everyone” Miguel said.

“I don’t give two fucks if it happened to everyone!” Y/n yelled as he pulled off his mask.

“I wish that stupid fucking spider never bit me! I wish I never met you! I fucking hate you Miguel!” Y/n screamed as he threw his mask on the ground.

Those two sentences broke Miguel. It hurt, it felt like someone stabbed him in the heart.

“Y/n, I’m sorry for your loss but please-”

“Don’t fucking talk to me! You have as much to do with b/f/n’s death than the bastard who killed them!” Y/n yelled with fury.

“Y/n please-”

Y/n lunged at Miguel, and punched him straight in the nose, and continued to attack Miguel. But Miguel being stronger than y/n, he fought back, but still didn’t want to hurt y/n.

“Y/n, I don’t want to hurt you” Miguel said with pain in his voice.

“Too bad, because I want to hurt you”

The grief and sorrow in y/n’s voice was replaced with a vengeful, darker voice.

After what felt like hours of fighting, Miguel beat y/n.

“Y/n, I’m sorry for what I did to you, please, just come home and we can talk about it, I don’t want to fight” Miguel croaked as he held his hand out for y/n.

“I don’t need you, go home yourself, keep my stuff, but just know, the next time we see each other, I’m going to end the spider society, and I will start off by killing you” y/n said as he swung away.

Miguel was left alone in the alleyway as he made a portal, back to his universe. He made his way to the society to replay the memories that him and y/n once shared with each other.

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ladybellissima · 26 days

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Special Ending Finding Love Katakuri Charlotte x Reader

Step after step, she walked along the corridor of their shared home, deep in thought. Like a robot her hands glided over her already big stomach, concentrated to feel every little message her body might was sending to her. "(Y/N)…keep calm. Everythings alright. Your child is alright. You are alright. The doctors told you so…", she whispered with a deep sigh, nevertheless a smile spread across her face. Anytime she was going to be a mother. Anytime Katakuri would be called a father. How fast things could change. And how fast 9 months could pass. Again a certain pain errupted at her back and slowly crawled torwards her stomach.

"You will definately know the moment your baby wants to come."

Definately, (Y/N) knew that she was completely clueless. Sighing she thought about Katakuri, who she already brought on the verge of a mental breakdown, because of her uneasiness. And by god she felt huge. How was her stomach able to grow so much? And why did she feel happy and devasted at the same time?

"Something's wrong?", a certain deep voice cut through her thoughts and let her stop in her tracks. Turning (Y/N) was met with Katakuri's calm expression, still eyebrows raised in question of her sudden activity. Normally he found his wife sleeping or relaxing, waiting paitently for their special day. Or better, she wasn't really able to do much moving with her latest size. Katakuri couldn't but feel helpless about not being able to support her more. Only able to watch over her and listen to her worries, in hope to make things easier. And again he was right in finishing his work earlier, feeling that something was off. (Y/N) on the other side felt exhausted and strained of causing him to worry again. She couldn't help it. Couldn't hide her inner conflict.

"Nothing's wrong, Katakuri. I am just restless today..i..i know that everything's fine..yeah.", (Y/N) spoke with a short smile, while accepting his hug and sweet kiss onto her forehead.

"Tell me (Y/N)…", he whispered, while kissing her cheek. Avoiding his strong gaze, she felt uneasy to start.

"At the beginning of your pregnancy you've told me every little detail. Literally every little detail…", he spoke and had to chuckle of this certain call he got from her. Quickly he rushed back home, thought she was sick and needed help. With pride (Y/N) announced that she felt miserable and had to puke for hours.

"Back then, i thought you were terribly sick, but you just tried to tell me that you were pregnant.", he added and felt relieved to make her chuckle.

"Yeah, i just knew something was going on. I felt lightheaded all the time..", (Y/N) whispered with a sigh, while brushing across her stomach, till Katakuri took her hand. To think that this rough start was just the beginning of a honestly nightmare.

"Not to mention your sudden outbursts of anger about well… nothing. ", he joked and gave her hand a kiss. Oh how helpless he felt of (Y/N)'s tired and angered mood. Not that he never experienced a fight with his wife, but this was on a whole different level. Easily she left annoyed or grumbled and complained about simple things, like his leaving for his duties or on special days his breathing.

"Well but there was a beautiful answer, why all this happened. Alongside endless calls and visits of doctors…", (Y/N) started kind of ashamed. "To think how often we called out to the doctors..how stupid of me..", she spoke uneasy, while avoiding his strong gaze.

"You were afraid… that's okay (Y/N). It's your first. Better we check and ease your worries than let your fears haunting your mind..", Katakuri spoke, while touching her stomach to maybe feel his baby's push. How excited (Y/N) was bursting into his office at whole cake chateau, ignoring his complains how on earth she could travel without proper protection and pregnant on a ship, to grab his hands and lay them onto her stomach. And how dissapointed she was after Katakuri felt nothing, explaining that sure she felt a push and moving. To be honest he also felt slightly annoyed about the fact that he still didn't receive a push against his hand till today. Like getting already rejected.

"Yeah but it got out of hand. I honestly couldn't really calm down..is he or she okay? Still moving, still growing and not in danger..still alive.", she whispered afraid, while Katakuri gave her a short nod of approval. He knew and honestly he expected this journey to be more sweeter. Was beyond happy to have a child with (Y/N). Felt overwhelmed, proud and powerful.

But it wasn't an easy pregnancy.

At first (Y/N) felt excited, couldn't believe that she really was becoming a mother. But beside feeling terribly sick for a long time, (Y/N) felt like suffocating. Often panicked of this overwhelming feeling to lose control of her body, while her stomach grew. She felt mentally exhausted, ugly, fat. Never would she be herself again. And after all her personal conflicts, she felt uneasy of her baby's health either. How could the baby be okay, if she felt so damn sick all the time?

Sighing of thinking about their pregnancy journey, (Y/N) felt unbelievable grateful to have Katakuri by her side. He never complained and brought her even late at night to their doctor. (Y/N) knew that he was worried too. Sure terrified. Fighting with his inner self how to help her, but honestly there was nothing to do. It was fate. It was pure luck and patience that they had come this far. Slowly she reached for his face, pulling his scarf away to kiss him deeply, but a sudden shot of pain let her struggle.

"Tell me (Y/N)…", Katakuri spoke seriously, while watching his wife taking a seat. Sighing (Y/N) bite her lips in frustration.

" Okay. Well i feel a strange uncomfortable pain. Coming from my back and it's also spreading till here. ", she spoke with a hectic voice, while pointing at the certain spots at her stomach.

"You feel what!?!"

Holding her breath, (Y/N)'s body froze in the spot of her husband's sudden outburst.

"Isn't that bad!!? Pain is bad or not?", Katakuri suddenly spoke - shouted, quickly made sure she stays in her position in holding her shoulders. "Don't move so much! You make it worse! I've read that you shouldn't move and stay in bed, if you are in pain! Why were you rushing around like a maniac!?", he spoke shocked, while thinking of what to do first.

Blinking in surprise, (Y/N) scratched her head irritated. "You've read those pregnancy books too? In some way you sure are right, but i was thinking more about the pain of giving birth…maybe?" , (Y/N) asked frustrated, holding her stomach of another shot of pain.

"Well…well..maybe this was part at the beginning..i can't remember..hell..you tell me! Are you giving birth (Y/N)? Now?", Katakuri stuttered helplessly, while feeling drops of sweat already forming onto his forehead.

"I…i am not sure. It's not that bad. Maybe it's just a stomach ache. I don't want to cause another ruckus at whole cake..God Katakuri i don't know, what to do. Wait. Not wait. Maybe something's off. Maybe not. Hell what about all this lovey dovey shit in those shitty books about a beautiful pregnant woman with a small bump and no worries at all. Going for a daily walk, laughing and chatting with her prince charming and then blop…it's here!", (Y/N) growled pissed, balling her fists in anger. Katakuri knew right away to keep a safe distance and let his wife calm down.

"Okay..well think ..let's think ..", Katakuri spoke stressed, while walking up and down the corridor, like his lovely wife used to. Watching the sweet commander with a short smile, (Y/N) felt tears stinging at the corner of her eyes of another shot of pain.

"Katakuri…", (Y/N) whispered and made him stop in his tracks of her faint and shaken voice.

She knew.

"Please..bring me to the doctor.."

He didn't have to use his skills to know that things got out of hand from now on. And even if he had read books about pregnancies to be prepared, he wasn't prepared for this at all.

(Y/N) knew that it wasn't a piece of cake. Knew all too well that it would hurt badly, after already going through different stages of pain during her pregnancy. Starting from back pain, stomach ache, even her legs hurt endlessly and got swollen.

But

The pain of giving birth was overwhelming. On top of not knowing, if you are really in labor at the beginning. The more (Y/N)'s nervousness raise, the more pain shot through her back and stomach. Unbearable long cramps, which made her vision slightly blurry. In a way she felt kind of in a trance, everytime another shot of pain errupted inside her. Was this her final day? It felt surreal. Faces passed her vision, pale, afraid, shocked. Voices around her got louder, while she was carried secure in Katakuri's arms, whos voice cut through her shocked state. Shouting and ordering servants around. The next moment (Y/N) felt herself placed onto a soft mattress, while Brulee spoke soothing words to calm her down. But honestly, (Y/N) wasn't able to really listen to anyone, while Katakuri got pale like a ghost, after she couldn't but had to scream. Couldn't but had to plead. Couldn't but had to shout, while doctors just gave her an supportive smile and advice to breath. She felt lost. Helpless. Frustrated of not being able to escape. And there it was the point of regret. There was no going back. While (Y/N) went through hours of pain, Katakuri got pushed outside by his sister to calm his shaking form and prevent him screaming at the doctors, who waited paitently and observed his wife's Odyssey.

"This isn't normal!!! This can't be normal!", he growled frutrated, while holding his head in distress. Rubbing his back, Brulee tried to support him as good as possible.

"You've heard the doctors.. everything's fine. She is going through a natural birth. It's sadly normal to go through hours of pain. Believe in her…i know it's hard to watch her suffer…she is becoming a mother..can't believe it Katakuri. I am so excited..", she spoke and gave him all the time he needed to calm down, but the sudden call of a doctor let him freeze in the spot.

"Master Katakuri. It won't take long anymore."

Like a robot Katakuri stepped back into the room, ears drumming of (Y/N)'s screams, slowly stepping to her side. He never saw her like that. Never heard such screams, deep and filled with pure pain and horror. Helpless digging her nails into his skin, while clinging onto his arm.

(Y/N) didn't get a sign, but pushed. Pushed against the pain, till a sudden shot released her amniotic fluid. For a moment her body froze in the spot of comprehending the situation, till the waves of pain got her back into screaming. Doctors called out to her to wait, till she was ready, but all she was able to was push. Push to stop this nightmare. Push like an inner instinct to survive.

And suddenly her big bump got smaller, while the feeling of losing something overwhelmed her form. Shaken her body got kind of cold, sweat glistered on her exposed skin, realizing that she was completely exposed down under.

But it wasn't important, because a loud unknown voice echoed through the room. Took her place in screaming at the top of its lungs.

Shaken like crazy, (Y/N) started to cry bitterly. Pressing a hand onto her mouth, she tried to control her outburst of emotions. It wasn't possible. Overwhelmed her baby was placed onto her chest, the weight unexpected heavy, pressing down onto her. Crying she watched her child for the first time. Her beautiful little boy with crimson hair. Speechless her look wandered up to Katakuri, who watched his son with wide eyes.

"Katakuri …we have a son…he is finally here…", her raspy voice called out to him. Shaking his head of hearing her normal voice again, Katakuri took her hand to press it softly. "(Y/N)…", he whispered exhausted, while watching her in disbelief. He didn't need to say a word. She herself had to still come back to her senses. Calming down, slowly realizing that the pain was completely gone.

"Congratulation!! What's his name?", a voice called out to them to pull them back to reality.

Smiling at each other, (Y/N) and Katakuri touched their son's hand, still couldn't really believe that this little one was their own.

"You are already special and you will become so much more.. whatever path you choose..ours is already settled in believing in you…Okashi"

Hopefully it is the way you all wished 🥳❤️💚❤️ let me know 🎉🎊 and Okashi means Sweet in japanese 💚

#katakuri x reader #charlotte katakuri #one piece #karakuricharlotte #romance #fanfiction

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soulofapatrick · 1 year

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Next Time Baby Girl - Tommy Miller x reader

Summary: part two of the Instant Attraction series

Words: 2.3k

Warning: slight PTSD

Notes: @princessmk21 and @wandasbitch22 requested part 2

Y/N’s POV

Tommy wouldn’t let us sleep in the same bed despite how much we both wanted to because he was being a good younger brother and kept his word with Joel. The spare room in his house almost made me cry as it was a breath of the past, barely touched or changed except the chest of drawers and bed frame. I’m guessing the originals had rotted as most things wood had over the last ten years. The bed was like heaven and I was asleep almost as soon as my head hit the pillow after a shower with actual hot water.

Getting dressed into the clothes left on the chair I sleepily make my way downstairs to find Joel and Ellie already here, they’re sat at Tommy’s table while the latter fries up a breakfast. Ellie’s beaming at me when she sees me so I can pull her into a side hug before going to the other side of the table to sit next to Joel, slumping against his shoulder as I try to stay awake.

“Tired?” Joel asks, amusement in his gruff voice and I just let out a sound in response, “Coffee?”

“Coffee?!” I sit up, eyes flying open and searching for the rare elite that is coffee. There’s a whole pot of it in the middle of the table and I grab the biggest mug available from the three set next to it, pouring it almost to the brim and taking a huge swig of it. I may have burnt my throat but it’s so worth it because it tastes divine and oh how I have missed coffee. I’ve sold an embarrassingly lot of things just for a bag of coffee before I got taken in by Bill and Frank.

“That good?” Tommy’s voice breaks my coffee daze, causing my face to flush bright red and let out a small sound out of embarrassment.

“She tried to sell a really fucking good gun for coffee.” Joel elbows me lightly, his honey eyes bright and for once he looks relaxed and happy. The last time he was this at home was when he and Tess met Bill, Frank and I. The pair were so happy about the fact they got to take hot showers and get clean clothes in exchange for helping us keep the house safe from the infected on the other side of town.

A plate of bacon, eggs and pancakes are placed in front of me, Joel and Ellie getting the same before Tommy sits in the open seat next to Ellie with his own plate. My companions act as if on autopilot, both reaching over to take an egg each from me in return for a slice of bacon from Joel and half a pancake from Ellie as I really don’t like eggs. Tommy just seems to watch it all happen, a small smile on his face and his feet tangling with mine under the table as we dig in. I groan in bliss because Tommy definitely knows how to cook, the pancakes are fluffy and the bacon crispy and I polish it all off in a few bites and then move back to my coffee, downing that like I’m dehydrated.

“You’re going to make yourself sick, slow down.” Joel reprimands me and I roll my eyes, pointing at the way Ellie is eating just as fast, “That’s how Ellie always eats.”

‘Rude,” Ellie speaks through a mouthful of egg, “So what are we doing today?”

“Maria wants to talk to Joel about putting him on patrols-“

“Y/N’s the one to be put on patrols,” Joel cuts Tommy off and I know exactly what he’s going to say next, “She’s the Ghost.”

“The Ghost?” There’s obvious shock in Tommy’s voice as well as something else I’m trying not to think about, the feeling of his lips on mine last night flashing through my mind, “Like the Ghost.”

“Umm yeah,” I rub the back of my neck, hating the fact Joel brought up that part of my history as my childhood was spent being trained by my army brother to shoot and fight. I became one of the best there was and when Elliott got infected I went on to become the Ghost, a stupid myth kids made up when shopping malls and buildings suddenly became vacant of infected. I was fifteen and went on a revenge rampage, killing any infected I found and it wasn’t my proudest three and half years as it lead to me almost killing Bill when I stumbled upon the town of Lincoln. Frank seemed to see my hatred and grief and with some persuading plus puppy dog eyes they took me in and I lived as their daughter for a year and half, meeting Joel and Tess. A week or two after my 20th I went to check in on another nearby town and a week later I came back to find Joel and Ellie there with two letters: one from Bill addressed to Joel and one from Frank addressed to me.

There’s an ache in my chest upon thinking about Bill and Frank and how they sent me out town so I wouldn’t have to see them die. It has me shoving my chair back and quickly walking out the back door, hand clutching my aching chest over my heart as if I could squeeze it back together. I run down the steps and bend over, throwing up everything I just ate, jumping at the hands that gather up my hair and keep it out of the way. The heaves turn into sobs and I just collapse sideways into whoever followed me: Tommy. That intoxicating mix of vanilla and hay can only mean it’s Tommy.

“I’m sorry sweetheart,” He’s rubbing gentle circles on my back while pressing a kiss to the side of my head, “We don’t have to tell anyone if you don’t want to.” I just turn my body, pressing my face into his shirt and wrapping my arms around his waist and just trying to regulate my breathing with his heartbeat. My hands tremble against his back so I just focus on everything Tommy until my tears have dried and he’s gripping my shoulders and pulling away a little. One of his hands moves to cup my face, thumb rubbing against my cheek, gaze soft, “I’d kiss you right now baby girl, but you’ve just thrown up.”

It draws a shaky laugh from me and I swallow the pain of the memories before speaking, “I don’t mind Maria knowing who I am, I just don’t want anyone to look at me differently. I was fifteen and hellbent on revenge.”

“We’ll talk to Maria tomorrow okay? Joel and Ellie can go today, I’ll show you around town instead. Does that sound good?” His smile is so safe and warm and I’m nodding before he’s leading me back inside by the hand. Ellie immediately hugs me again, like last night, and I hug her back, loving her even more than ever. For someone who hates showing emotions she always know when to show them or when someone needs support other than just words.

“Sorry,” Joel pulls me into a hug after Ellie lets me go, “I didn’t mean to bring them up.”

“It’s okay,” I rub the back of my neck, trying to not meet his gaze, “I’ll have to talk about them eventually.”

“Come on Ellie, let’s go find Maria.” Joel turns to the teen after giving my shoulder a squeeze which I reciprocate.

Arms snake around my waist and open mouthed kisses are peppered against my collarbone after the door shuts and I lean into them, letting my eyes slide shut. I don’t know how Tommy has such an affect on me in such a short about of time, especially when his lips are on my skin. It makes me feel intoxicated and like I couldn’t live without him.

“Go brush your teeth and get your shoes on baby girl.” He mumbles against my neck and I just nod, neither of us moving away from each other like we’re stuck together, “Fuck, baby girl. Go.” He’s wrapping himself from me and nudging me towards the stairs despite my whine of protest.

It doesn’t take me long to brush my teeth and pull on my boots, taking the stairs back downstairs two at a time to come crashing straight into Tommy’s open arms. His fingers catch my chin and draw me up into a kiss that has me melting into him, relishing in the soft press of chapped lips against mine and opening my mouth when his tongue runs along my bottom lip. The feel of his tongue testing the waters and brushing against mine has me groaning and pressing my body closer to the taller man, wanting to take everything he has to offer, but all too quickly he’s pulling away.

“We should head out of I’m not going to be able to stop.” He murmurs and I agree but surge forwards to steal another kiss or two that has him chuckling before he really does untangle himself from me.

I watch as Tommy grabs two jackets: the blue denim one with the fleece collar and an older worn looking one. He hands the blue on to me and I don’t hesitate to pull it on, pulling the collar to my nose and breathing in everything Tommy. It has the younger Miller laughing sweetly, pressing a kiss to my forehead and grabbing my hand to lead me out into Jackson.

I step closer to Tommy when we enter the main high street as eyes turn our way because this is Tommy and he’s holding my hand and he practically runs Jackson with Maria. I barely hear him as he points out every shop and building, watching the kids having a snowball fight in the hand build play area. They’re laughing and screaming, pelting each other with snowballs as if there isn’t an apocalypse outside the gates of Jackson and it gives me hope that maybe we can rebuild the world to a form of what it once was. Jackson already has electricity and hot water which is more than most QZs and settlements.

“Come on,” I’m being guided towards a building called the ‘Tipsy Bison’ and really old country southern swing doors. The interior is very much an old barn dance type of bar with fairy lights strung up all around and a dance floor with booths all around the edges, a bar on one side and today the dance floor area is also covered in tables. Maybe they only use the dance floor for events- “What drink do you want?”

“Ummm…. I’m not sure.” I send him a smile, suddenly feeling anxious as like when outside people are staring and whispering but Tommy doesn’t once let me go. He goes as far as wrapping his arm around my shoulder and pulling me into his side instead as he orders our drinks. I don’t pay much attention, knowing I’ll probably like whatever he orders.

“You okay baby girl?”

“People are staring.” I mumble, inching closer, letting out a squeak of surprise when he wraps both arms around my shoulders instead. I’m instinctively wrapping mine around his waist and laying my head on his chest, letting my eyes slide shut as I focus on the sound of his heartbeat. A hand scratches my scalp comfortingly and suddenly it’s like the feeling of all the eyes and the sounds of all the whispering fades to nothing except the sound of his heartbeat and the feel of him surrounding him.

It all ends too soon as Tommy’s name gets called. He’s grabbing two drinks, which he passes to me before grabbing a box that smells fucking amazing from here. I follow him to a booth near the back, away from everyone and he waits for me to slide in first before following me. He immediately places a firm hand on my thigh while the other flips open the box to reveal pizza. It’s a pizza. I haven’t seen one of these since the outbreak, a good fifteen years ago and it has me groaning in bliss at the first bite.

“Fucking amazing Tommy,” I tell him around another bite and he’s laughing that hearty laugh before kissing my temple and taking a slice for himself. It’s how we spend the next half an hour, me moaning about how fucking amazing the pizza is and him just watching and shaking his head with a fond smile. I should be embarrassed but I’m too overwhelmed by something so simple as pizza to be.

He’s suddenly turning my face to look at him once the pizzas gone and I’ve had some of my drink. Not sure what it was but it tasted fruity and I definitely like it. Tommy guessed right. Damn impressive really if you-

Lips are on mine and I’m gasping, giving him the opportunity to delve his tongue into mine and I whine, hand going up to grip his hair and the other resting on his knee. His moustache scratches against my top lip and I should feel differently about it but honestly my mind just goes to wondering what it would feel like elsewhere. Would it scratch? Would it leave beard burn? Would it add to pleasure or not?

My hand cautiously slides up the inside of his leg, wanting to feel if he’s as turned on as I am but his hand shoots out to grip my wrist and he mumbling against my lips, “Not on the first date baby girl. That would be a one night stand,” His lips move to my jawline, “And I want to have you screaming my name every night.”

“Please.”

“Maybe next time baby girl.”

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Part One // Part Two // Part Three // Part Four // Part Five

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fandomwriterlover · 2 years

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Hello! I was wondering if you could make a RedSon x female reader!

The reader for context acts like Po from Kung Fu Panda! They are a foodie, kinda stupid, a fangirl, and clumsy! All these things, RedSon would never suspect that she’s a kung fu master. No weapons or magic, he would think that the reader was just MK’s little mascot! I just want a little something of RedSon having a the biggest crush on the kung fu master (but she’s so stupidly oblivious)

Extra points if you add that Pigsy is her father by adoption, you know the scene “I just figured out that my dad isn’t my dad” I love that scene so much! You don’t have to just some extra funny scenes!

RED SON X FEM!READER KUNG FU MASTER (PO STYLE)

You were a sore sight at the moment Red Son met you. And why you ask? Well, the first time you two met it was in his food stand and tried some of his food. And you said that flavor was...

"BLAND!?!?!" He outrage by your feedback. He couldn't comprehend how could you find Ripped DBK sauce not spicy enough. Your eyes even teary and your skind didn't have that reddish tone of the skin while the sauce burned your taste buds! He planned to throw his father rage over you...

...But it backfired when you recognise him. You went into fangirl mode, being amazed to meet the great Bull Demon King as you called him. Pointing out his best battles prior he decided to conquer the world and how he gained Princess Iron Fan hand in matrimony. AND HE WAS DELIGHTED! You just made yourself an enemy.

When he learned that you were a kung fu master, he decided to test your strenth; after all he was a skillfull fire fighter and has more experience in the battlefield than you. When you two fight... It became a huge frustration to him! He was surpised to see how strong you were... And yet you have a dumb behaviour! You're a goofball who jokes and tease him. And worst of all: YOU WERE WINNING!!

"You-- YOU PEASANT!! YOU DARE TO FIGHT ME AND MOCK ME WHILE WE BATTLE! DO HAVE ANY IDEA WHO AM I?!?!"

"Of course I do!" You beaned as you block and dodge his movements and fire. "RedSon, the heir of the Demon Bull Family. You selfthougt all about demon magic and alchemy." You launch your punches and kicks, and he block them. "Creator and first user of the Samadhi Fire. The one who took Monkey King's Staff to free the Demon Bull King first!." "St-STOP TELLING ME WHAT I'VE ACHIEVE. I ALREADY KNOW IT!!"

You end up as a tie.

His plots, trainings and schemes to take you down weren't ignore by his parents and Mei. And they tease him a liiiitle.

"This kung-fu dork it's going down for sure today! Victory will be mine" he says as he march to the door passing by his mother. "Have fun with your girlfriend..." He closes the door ... ... thumpthumpthumpTHUMPTHUMPTHUMPTHUMP!! Doors opens! "SHE'S NOT MY GIRLFRIEND!!"

One day your cheerfullness was gone, and that... Was... Just not right for him! So he did something unexpected, even from himself: He asked you if you were ok.

"Well... I just figured out that my dad isn’t my dad" you sighed, it was arecnt fact you've learn from Pigsy, your adoptive father. "Your father... The pig." that reply didn't helped. He just couldn't understand why you're so surprised, you weren't neither a pig or a demon. "Huh... I thought it was obvious."

"Yeah but still... It was shocking for me, ok?!" you spatted, you couldn't help it. You were hurt and the acttitude of him was rude. "How could you not SEE that didn't look alike?" "Says the son of a giant bull demon!?" He wanted to reply your outraged words... But he could only say. "Touche."

He took a deep breathe. "Look." he spoke. "I apologise. I'm sure that it wasn't a pleasant news... But even so the chef Pigsy it's your parent figure, and it won't change your relationship with him, now would it?" You looked at him calmly but also surprised. "You're being nice... To me?"

He fastly got red and get up all flustered. "BECAUSE you're being anoyed with your sappyness!! I RED SON only cares about defeating you!" Yep, he loves you.

#edited #lmk x reader #lego monkie kid #lmk red son #red son #redson #red son x reader #kung fu panda

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black--cherryy · 1 year

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[Kiss] Peter bf one shot + Ace

Requested by: @ursatanicbunny ♡

⚠️ Smut ⚠️

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Peter came back home pretty angry today. He had a fight again with Paul and Gene about band matters. He slammed the door, making you jump up a bit. You were sitting in your bedroom and usually Peter would come to you and hug you or give you a kiss but today that wasn't the case. You already thought that he was upset but to make sure you walked over to him and back hugged him.

"What's wrong, Peter? Did something upset you at work?" You asked in a calm way, letting your hand run over his chest to which he pushed it away with his shoulder and walked away to sit down on the couch. You sighed and sat down next to him. It surprised you to see him like this.

"Peter pls..Tell me..What bothers you?" You looked at him but didn't touch him this time to give him some personal space.

He sighed clearly annoyed. "Just leave it..You won't understand it anyway."

"Is it bc of Paul and Gene again?" You asked.

"Yeah whatever." He rolled his eyes.

"So tell me..What did they do again?"

"Like I said. You won't understand it." He looked down.

"No I will..I can help y-" He cut you off.

"FUCK YOU CAN'T OKAY?! YOU CAN'T DO ANYTHING SO JUST....JUST SHUT UP!" He yelled facing you.

You froze being shocked but after a few minutes you jumped up from the couch and yelled as well.

"WHY ARE YOU YELLING AT ME? I JUST WANTED TO HELP!"

"BUT YOU CAN'T! DON'T YOU GET THAT YOU STUPID SLUT?!"

That was enough for you. You came closer to him and slapped his cheek a bit harder than you expected.

The both of you stood there quiet. After realizing what happened to him, he grabbed you by your wrist and pulled you with him to your bedroom. You started getting a little scared.

"W-What are you going to do?" You stuttered.

"Something that you'll never forget." He smirked to himself and literally threw you on the bed.

"It's over for you little slut" he started opening his belt and when it was open the pulled your pants and panties down, positioning you with your butt out. He took his belt out and started giving you hard spanks with it, making you moan and bite your lip in pain but in a good kind of pain. You could feel your pussy getting wetter which Peter noticed.

"Naughty little whore..Getting wet just from the pain." He put his belt to the side and started taking his pants off.

Meanwhile Ace who had a key to yours and Peters house walked inside. He wanted to talk to Peter since he noticed the heat between him and Paul and Gene. Without thinking much he just casually walked upstairs to your bedroom (literal Ace move) seeing Peter with his pants half down and your red ass in the air.

You and Peter just turned your heads shocked. You could see Ace smirking to which Peter smirked back. Apparently they had the same thoughts.

"So..Now that Ace is here..Why don't we just punish you together, hm?" You gulped and looked down.

"I'm in." Ace didn't stop smirking and started taking off his pants. Peter already took his off and you knew how big he was, making you scream the whole night but when Ace walked closer to you, you gulped at his size and your eyes widened. He has huge..Bigger than you would expect.

He picked you up and laid on his back making you kneel above him so Peter could still reach your butt. Peter and Ace nodded at each other and without a warning they both thrusted into your two holes at the same time. You could feel Ace's huge member almost in your uterus and Peter's big friend in your butt. They went all the way in making you moan out in pleasure. The both of them were thrusting roughly into you having Peter spanking your ass. Ace was holding onto your waist while fucking you, arching his back and throwing his head back making him look hot asf. Peter on the other hand grabbed you by the hair, pulling your head back and spanking you from time to time.

"You like that, don't you, you little bitch?" His voice got deeper what made it even hotter for you.

"Y-Yes Peter..Don't stop go faster." The pleasure was coming out of your mouth making your voice shiver.

Peters eyes got darker and he grabbed tighter onto your hair. "You don't fucking tell me what to do you whore."

He didn't go faster but harder, pushing your back down on his dick, making you scream out in pain. Ace just smirked at your face full of pain and thrusted faster into you, hitting your g spot. You got pleasure and pain at the same time which made you go crazy. Even tho Ace loved seeing you enjoying his cock he knew it was a punishment so he pulled out his cock, leaving you sighed in despair and frustration.

He kneeled in front of you with his dick pointing at your lips. Peter let go of your hair so your lips fell on his tip, making him breath out in pleasure. You opened your mouth and he grabbed you by your hair, slamming his dick all the way down your throat, making you choke on it. While Peter was fucking your ass and getting closer to cum, Ace face fucked you as rough as he could, making your whole face turn red and the veins almost jumping out of your neck.

After Peter finished in your butt his big load filled you up so good that your eyes rolled back almost to your brain. He then slammed his cock all the way into your pussy to finish what Ace started. (I'm listening shandi btw while writing. Their most understand song..Ok sry) Ace was close and gave Peter a sign to which Peter nodded and together they exploded in your mouth and pussy. A few seconds after you cummed as well. Out of breath you fell on Ace and he leaned back breathing heavily with his dick touching your belly but then falling back on his. Peter had his hands leaned on his waist and was also breathing heavily, trying to catch his breath.

"That was amazing." You smiled satisfied.

"Yeah it was..Maybe I should come over more often without telling any of you." Ace giggled and Peter smirked.

"Yeah..Or you just call us before coming now get off my bed!" He said with a strict but still jokingly. Ace rolled his eyes playfully and smiled at you before getting off the bed and putting his pants back on.

"Omg Ace..Why don't you clean yourself first?" You asked disappointed. (Another Ace move)

"Who cares? I'm going home anyway. He smiled brightly and left after telling the both of you goodnight.

Peter looked at you and smirked. "Round two in the shower?"

"Yes." You replied with a smirk and what happened next is left to your imagination.

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charmingpplincardigans · 11 months

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IT IS TIME...to make an old-fashioned embarrassing text post like those days of yore before my old therapist started doing CBT.

So, I started an OK Cupid account. It’s kind of a big step, and also something I’ve been joking about for more than a year. Just any time something funny or self-deprecating (or vaguely dirty) came up I’d be like ‘putting that on the OKC profile!’ In the end my OKC profile is pretty tame. Maybe too tame really. I should probably rewrite my bio so I sound nerdier and more romantic or something.

ANYWAY. The point is, it’s scary, knowing that in order to be loved you must submit to the ordeal of being known or whatever, but I took a tiny step which feels like a huge step after ten eleven years of singlehood and touch starvedness. Now I just need someone to message me so I can take another small terrifying step and meet them. And so on and so on. It’s just fear all the way down with me when it comes to intimacy. IT’S FINE. I EMAILED A POSSIBLE THERAPIST THIS EVENING.

Last weekend I met with a friend who just graduated library school and talked to her about how to find a job and such. It was cathartic, and also heartening. I really do have a lot of practical skills from the work I’ve been doing for fifteen years now. She said I have experience with things they didn’t even really learn in grad school, that she’s had to learn on the job. That makes me feel a little better. I still worry about how glutted the librarian market is up here, but there really are a ton of library jobs to apply for in all different industries, so I’ll probably find something that will pay me enough and not murder me eventually.

(My Indeed email today had a listing for a Digital Archivist for the MFA but the pay only went up to $49K??? THAT’S LESS THAN THE TOO LITTLE I’M MAKING NOW. God I’d love to work at the MFA though. CAN YOU IMAGINE? Do I just apply anyway and then be like, just kidding, I want $70K, thanks.)

I’ve also been using they/them pronouns at work with select people. Mostly with my boss and within the Queer ERG channels. And I guess with my grand boss, who guessed it all on her own through a series of slightly hilarious events. I’m not demanding anything, and I still have they/she in my signature because I hate rocking boats and know that I’m femme a lot of the time so I know how people will see me and I don’t want to fight with everyone ever about it and yada yada. Maeve says that’s stupid. She’s probably right, but like. Maybe if I find a new therapist they can help me work through that. I’ve been taking up more space lately, but still not as much as a person probably should.

Like I said, baby steps.

Anyway, my boss saw me list myself as they/them in an ERG meeting this morning and during our one-on-one later she said she was proud of me for all of the hard, scary stuff I’ve been doing lately. (Which she knows about because we talk about work approximately half the time when we talk.) It feels silly to be proud of it all, because most people do this at like, 20, right? All of it. Being able to date, knowing who you are, knowing what kind of job you want. But because she’s a good person she reminded me that when I was 15 and 20 I wasn’t in places where it was safe to make some of these decisions, or even if it was, I didn’t have the support for them. So yeah, I’m proud of it all.

In the last twenty-five years I’ve gone from suicidal to ambivalent to apathetic to super depressed to figuring it out to figuring it out to figuring it out. I’m still figuring it out. But I have an excellent support system. I have people who love me and want to know the whole me. Want me to know the whole me. I have tools to help myself emotionally. I have hope.

I can lament over the lost time, or I can look ahead with a mind to make use of all the time I have left. I maybe got here a little bit after everyone else. I may still be working toward it, but I’m here and I’m working. I’m doing hard, scary things, and that’s what being alive is all about, right?

#no one cares kl #kl has perfectly reasonable feelings actually #they just ummmmmm fluctuate

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bekahdoesnerdshit · 3 months

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Scrawled on the first blank page of a stolen spellbook:

Day 1: Already working on a way to get you back; some rich old lady knows a way to get the magic we’re gonna need. She reminds me of that shitty “migration and language” professor you had, so you can imagine how much fun dealing with her has been.Met a weirdo in a mask who you’re gonna hate, and a little illiterate wizard who’s gonna give you a heart attack. Also been dealing with the burgermeister’s swaggering little attack dog, and you know how I prefer to deal with guys like that. I’d say you’ll hate him too, but I’m pretty sure you’re not gonna have the chance to meet him. Shame.

Stupid how quick I forgot how to not miss you. I hated you for decades, and having you back for a week was enough to ruin all that hard work. Really appreciate that, Hugh.

Day 2: Almost died today. Figured you’d want to know, so you can yell at me about it later. In fairness, it was because I was trying to be a good person. I could have just taken Kai and left, but I didn’t.…thought about doing it, though. Didn’t fucking matter in the end, but I guess I wanted you to know that too. That I tried to do the right thing. Anyway. Ireena’s dead. Turns out vampires here only know one trick; pick a fight nobody wants, kill one person, and leave. Izek’s(1) dead too though at least, so let’s count our victories where we find them. And then. And fucking then. That rich old bitch who’s supposed to help me get you back? Decided that our deal is off, because she got Strahd to do her dirty work for her. And then she had the fucking audacity to lock me up in her stupid, ugly house. I’m writing this now to keep from going to town with my crowbar in here until something happens. You’ll have to excuse me if my handwriting is shit right now; I’m fucking furious.

…I can’t believe this smug, entitled dickhead is keeping me from spending the night with you.

…I’m gonna pry up a floorboard and take a shit down there.

(1)Sorry. Izek is the ‘swaggering little attack dog’ from before. Dropped his name with a lot of confidence there before remembering I’d given exactly zero context. Thank god I had so fucking long to sit and proofread this thing tonight!

Day 3 Got screwed over for having a shred of empathy for someone who just lost someone they cared about. Started to forget that I’m the only one here who gives a shit about saving you but don’t worry: I got a swift kick-in-the-dick reminder and now my head’s back on straight. Not making that mistake again.

Strahd showed up in Vallaki which, I cannot stress enough, is not my fault. Not for lack of trying! But I didn’t get to help kill the burgermeister or hand over the anti-vampire bones. This mess is deeply, entirely, not my fault. Anyway. He made it clear that he calls the shots there now, and you know what? Say what you will about the guy, but he knows how to make a fucking entrance and command a crowd. I bet his Lang201 students never fall asleep during his lectures.

At least one good thing came of today: got to see one of the consorts(2) beat to shit and left to die. Other than that we picked up another stray (this one had a huge book of Barovian history; you know I started tearing through it immediately), fought some fucked up werewolves, and… oh yeah! Got backed into a corner and forced to waste a day helping out this random family and their vineyard, instead of going to Krezek after dropping Uke off. Like we had planned. Like I said, kick-in-the-dick reminder.

I don’t care what anyone has to say about it; I’m going to Krezk. Alone, if it comes to it. I’m not chasing after some fucking- gem, or whatever. They can figure it out on their own.

(2)Not Antonio. The one who killed Ireena, who I would have loved for you to meet. God, that would have been great. …great for me, that is. You would have hated her. And I would have loved that.

Day 4 I won’t admit that it was a fun fight. You’re going to be the only person who ever reads these, but I still won’t give them that satisfaction. As far as they get to know, I was mad to be forced to go and grumpy the whole time I was there. And to be clear; I was. Mad about it, that is. But it’s…fine. Because I’m so fucking nice, I’ll be the bigger person and let it go. We’re heading to Krezk in the morning, so at least we’re back on track.

Oh by the way, I took Dylan to get a tattoo for her last birthday. She said she wasn’t gonna tell you until she moved out, but she told me I could tell you if we ever spent twenty minutes together without fighting. She was obviously joking, but here we are. We’re well past twenty minutes, I think. It’s a little rainbow beetle on her bicep. It’s pretty cute, I think she did the sketch herself. She handled the whole thing like a champ.

Day 5 Spent most of today traveling to Krezk. Spent the rest of the day in Krezk. Great stuff.

Going to see the Abbot tomorrow. Supposedly he's the guy that can fix you, and I’m gonna knock him around until he does. See you soon, hopefully. I’m getting bored of journaling.

Day 6 Fuck them. Fucking spineless, brainless, self-righteous cowards. Sanctimonious hypocrites. Bastards.

I don’t answer to them. If they think that I’m going to bow down and let them rip this chance away from me without fighting back, they got another fucking think coming.

I’m not leaving Krezk without you. And I’ll burn the bridges I have to to make it happen.

forget he exists when you look away stay focused

writing in notebook. about us? followed us

[The writing is jumbled, scattered and hard to read]

puts thoughts in your head

Forget he exists when you look away

[Crosswritten with the previous line, illegible]

trades in secrets? knowledge? have to assume he takes it. BAD IDEA

Day 7 I didn’t write that.

No. Obviously I did. I hacked through my t’s at that annoying angle I picked up from you, and looped the l’s together in that way I picked up to annoy you. No one else has breathed on this thing in the last week. Obviously, I wrote it.

But I don’t remember doing it.

Am I going

Alright, alright. No point freaking out about it; let’s take it one step at a time. Way I see it, there’s three explanations:

Someone took and wrote in your spellbook since the last time I opened it, which was earlier this afternoon (found your weird Elder Tongue transcription by the way. You’re gonna be so mad if I crack it without you)

I’m not I’m starting to My mind isn’t reliable. Unlikely.

I wrote it, I’m right, and there’s a creepy little pervert skulking around the shadows.

Number one’s impossible, the only time your spellbook isn’t in my holster is if I’m writing in it. Leaves two and three, and between one where I’m losing my mind and I’m not, well. If there’s one brain I trust, it’s mine.

Day 8 You’ll never guess who showed his stupid, ugly face again.

Mhm. That’s right.

Y’know, I’ve been thinking about it the last few days, what I’d do when we ran into him again. I thought I might try to play it cool, not give him the satisfaction of having got to me. Get in some quips about not having to pay alimony anymore, or about getting full custody of the kids. I don’t know. But when I saw him, I just- I saw red. I didn’t hear a word out of his mouth, I just. I just shot him. And hit him. Over and over and it felt

Did it feel good? We didn’t kill him. I don’t think we came close. He almost killed Zavisza. Would have too, if Strahd hadn’t shown up to monologue at us again. He wants one of our tagalongs (both of them, technically, I guess. We gotta stop taking in strays) and instead of just letting him have the guy he wants (So sorry to see you go! Best of luck! We’ll miss you! Etc.) our stupid, self-important paladin and his dumbass little savior complex—

I can’t even put how stupid it is into words. Thank fuck I’m lucky enough that you’re going to be unlucky enough to have to sit through it with me. You’ll see. You’ll be just as annoyed as I am.

But. Apparently, there’s a scroll of Raise Dead in the ruins of a swamp town south of Vallaki. This is it, Hugh. This is- It has to be. It has to be. We’re going to go to this stupid swamp, we’re going to find this woman and take her scroll, and I’m gonna fix you.

See you soon.

Day 9 Another travel day. You should be proud of how responsible I was, even with Flips trying his hardest to get us killed by goading us on into the swamp tonight. We’re camping out here on the edge, and we’ll head in fresh in the morning. If nothing else goes wrong (one can dream), I’ll get my hands on that scroll and have you back tomorrow.

And, well. When something does go wrong, let’s at least hope it’s a quick detour. Because otherwise, we’re going back to Plan D(3).

(3)The “D” is for “De-face”, of course. Look, it made me laugh. You can lecture me about that joke being in poor taste tomorrow.

Day 10 Berez is, uh. Was, I guess. Berez was It was a shitshow. Who cares.

Almost got myself hanged when we went back to I mean. Who fucking cares.

Hugh, I’m scared. Terrified. Everything has gone wrong every step of the way to get you back, and this is going to be the same. Borris was dead when we got here, the scroll was gone. Who’s to even say it’ll actually be in this stupid tower when we get there? What if someone else has used it? Burned it? What if it doesn’t work, if resurrection just doesn’t work here? What if it does work but you come back wrong? Hurt? Broken? A rat?? What if this was all for nothing?

If I keep saying “tomorrow”, eventually I’ll be right.

#when your wife is killed in front of you and you're handling it soooo so well. ahah #ransom kitwell #cos2 #mine #word count: 1792 #me tossing this bit out the window now that allie is back and i don't have her spellbook anymore: Good riddance!!!

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angelsfalling16 · 2 years

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Kiss and Make Up

Summary: After an encounter in the Wavering Woods, most of Simon's clothes have been burnt off, but he refuses to get dressed until Baz admits that the fight was his fault.

A/N: I am very late with this fic, but this is what I wrote for this year's @carryon-reverse-bang. I want to say a huge thank you to my artist in this event, @cutestkilla, who was completely understanding and patient when I needed an extension to finish this fic and too stressed by work to be able to focus on this fic. I could not have asked for a better or kinder partner, and I have loved working with her. Also, her art is amazing, and I’ve included it at the beginning of the fic!! It was so fun to write a fic based on her work!

Word Count: 4689

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Simon

There is a distinct scent of campfire in our room. You know, that smell when the fire is beginning to die out and it's more smoke than anything. Plus, there's actually smoke in our room. I'm not sure if it's from my clothes - what remains of it anyway - or the feeling of being about to go off that still hasn't dissipated.

I've been trying to calm down, but it isn’t working, which is only frustrating me even more. I've been taking deep breaths and trying to focus on something other than the anger that I feel coursing through my veins like something’s alive that’s just waiting to take over.

I hate feeling like this, like I have no control over my feelings or my reactions to them. I can’t even get mad without nearly blowing everything up, the way I did tonight.

Baz is in the bathroom, and I focus on the sound of the water running from the sink. It’s a normal, soothing sound, and it actually works in helping me to get my breathing under control, and after a few minutes, I no longer feel like a ticking bomb, waiting for the moment when the time runs out and I go off, destroying everything in my path.

Baz exits the bathroom, and the sneer he gives me is almost enough to break through the sense of calm that I was just beginning to feel.

“Aren’t you going to get dressed?”

I shrug. “I don’t have anything else to wear.” Everything else I own is disgustingly dirty, and my uniform has practically disintegrated, an unfortunate side effect to going off so close to the flames that Baz was hurling my way.

I don’t even know what we were fighting about. Probably something stupid. We hurling insults and shoving each other and I dont know. I guess I got so worked up that I couldn’t control my magic, and I just went off.

I was relieved that Baz wasn’t actually hurt, but he still yelled at me the whole way up to our room, acting like the whole thing was entirely my fault and he had nothing to with it, which isn’t really fair because he was the one who brought magic into the fight to begin with, summoning a flame with an irritating effortlessness.

And now he’s looking at me like he’s disgusted by me and my actions, and I won’t let him win that easily.

“I will get dressed as you as you apologize.”

He glares at me. “I have nothing to apologize for. You are the one who nearly killed us.”

I roll my eyes. “You’re perfectly fine. The only thing that happened was our clothes got badly singed, and that was from your fire.”

I shake my head because that just isn’t true. I was minding my own business, walking through the Wavering Woods when he confronted me. And yeah, maybe I got a little more defensive than was strictly necessary, but Baz drives me crazy. He gets under my skin so easily, and once that starts to happen, I’m hopeless to control my emotions, which seems to be intricately connected with my volatile magic.

I don’t want to argue with him anymore, so I pick up a book that I discarded on my desk earlier today and pretend to read it.

I can feel the force of Baz’s glare, but he doesn’t say anything else. He stomps over to his desk and opens up his laptop.

It seems he won’t be apologizing anytime soon. And that’s fine with me. I still feel too warm from our fight to be comfortable in clothes, so the cool air on my skin feels nice.

Baz

I have my laptop open in an attempt to work on the essay I need to complete for our Greek class, but I just can't focus on it. I get two, very mediocre, introductory sentences written before I glance off to the side, catching a glimpse of Simon's bare chest out of the corner of my eye.

I immediately snap my eyes back to my computer, but I know I won't be getting this assignment done tonight, not with Simon’s golden skin exposed like that, so close to me.

I pull up a new tab and switch over to one of my favorite sites, hoping for a distraction. I start scrolling, but I don't really take any of it in.

My eyes glaze over yet another gif of the angels falling, something that the Supernatural fandom doesn't seem likely to get over anytime soon. I keep scrolling passing similar gifs, some accompanied with the characters' reactions to the angels falling. I scroll past a long post, probably something informational, which I would usually be interested in but can't focus on right now, so I keep scrolling, words and images passing quickly by as my attention is drawn elsewhere.

My eyes keep drifting away from the screen and over to a mostly naked Simon. "Would you please put some clothes on?" I ask for probably the hundredth time. I'm practically begging at this point.

"I will," he says, and I sigh, some of the tension leaving my body, but then he continues speaking and it comes right back. "Once you admit that this is your fault."

I grind my teeth. Yelling at him hasn't worked thus far, so maybe a kinder approach will work.

"I can see why you might think that it was my fault, but I think we were both equally to blame. I will admit that we both played a part in the events that led to your being...underdressed. But I will not accept the full blame."

He seems to take my words into consideration for a moment, but then he shakes his head. "That's not good enough."

I take a deep breath, still trying not to yell. "You could at least use a blanket to cover up."

"Why does it bother you so much?"

"How would you like it if I was just sitting here in my pants?"

"Go for it! I wouldn't mind." A pause as his cheeks turn a dark shade of pink. "I-I mean. I w-wouldn’t care." He shrugs like that's explanation enough.

I don't think either of us knows how to respond, but I definitely will not be taking my clothes off.

We stare at each other for another long moment, then I turn my attention back to my computer, my eyes glazing over the images as I continue to scroll. All I can see is Simon stretched out on his bed, practically naked, that damned cross between his teeth, which I’m not sure he even realizes he’s doing.

I could probably come up with a spell that would clothe him, but he'd probably remove them just to spite me, and watching him strip is the last thing that I can handle right now. It's bad enough, his body is on display. It's driving me mad.

Simon

Baz turns back to his computer, but my cheeks are still burning with the embarrassment of what I said. I almost want to put my clothes on so that I can leave our room and the awkwardness of that moment. But I can't let Baz win.

I turn my attention back to the book that I'm supposed to be reading for a class, flipping to a random page, but I don’t even look at it. I can't stop thinking about what I said. Not because it was embarrassing. (I'm always saying embarrassing things in front of Baz. Nothing ever seems to come out right.) But because it came out so quickly, like it was the truth.

Would I mind if Baz took his clothes off? No. Not really. I mean, he's not ugly. He's muscular from all the running he does in football, and I'm sure he wouldn't be bad to look at.

But I didn't mean it like that. Like I want him to take his clothes off. Obviously, I don't go around wishing that I could see more of Baz's body. I don't care. I know he looks good. But I don't have any secret desire to see his naked body.

But now I'm sure that's what Baz thinks.

I need to come up with a way to let him know that I don't want him to take his clothes off without it coming off as weird.

Baz

Simon seems to be spiraling. He's thinking so loud that it's distracting. His leg is jiggling so hard the bed is vibrating, and his teeth are grinding, making a sound that has me clenching my own teeth. It's distracting, but it’s also nice to know that he isn’t taking any pleasure from this whole situation.

One of us is going to have to stop being stubborn so that we can put an end to this whole thing, but it can’t be. This was not my fault, no matter how much he wants to believe it is. He is the one who went off, destroying his clothes in the process.

Bringing fire into our fight was admittedly a bit of an overstep, but I was just so mad. I’m not even sure that I was at mad at Simon, though. I think I was mostly mad at myself for the way that my heart wouldn’t stop racing just from running into him in the Woods.

I hate how deeply I feel for Simon, and I hate how unrequited those feelings are even more. It isn’t right for me to take my frustrations out on Simon all the time, but I don’t know what else to do. I wish that just once, he would look at me without the usual hatred and suspicion in his eyes.

Simon

Baz is focused back on his computer and seeing that he’s not going to admit to his fault anytime soon, I focus my attention more intently on the book in my hand, which I only now realize is upside down. Turning it the right way round, I decide that it can’t hurt to at least attempt to do some reading.

A half hour passes, and I’ve only managed to get through a handful of pages. It’s always been a struggle for me to read quickly, but I’ve got the added distraction of being barely clothed and freezing because the crisp fall air coming in is not a comfort to me anymore. Not that I would ever admit that to Baz by closing the window. I also can’t pull a blanket over me because that would be almost like getting dressed and letting Baz win. Instead, I turn back to the book, which is when I realize that I’m not even on the chapter for this week’s assignment.

Sighing, I close the book with unintended force and toss it aside. The sound draws Baz’s attention, and his gaze flickers from my face to the discarded book, then back to my face, then lower towards—.

He turns back around abruptly, not saying a word.

Hmm. That’s interesting.

Perhaps there’s more to his desire for me to get dressed than he let on. I may be oblivious at times, which Penny never fails to point out, but I’m not an idiot. I can tell that Baz is uncomfortable. And maybe I’m the one who’s being an arse here by refusing to get dressed.

“I’m sorry.” I’m not sure who’s more surprised by the words. It’s what I meant to say, but they came from Baz. “I’m sorry, okay?” He repeats, standing but still not looking at me. Then, “Will you get dressed now?” he asks before storming out of our room, slamming the door behind him and leaving an eerie silence in his wake.

I’m too stunned to move for a moment. That was really strange. I didn’t actually expect Baz to apologize. I thought that we would sit in a tense silence for the rest of the night, and in the morning, when I would be forced to find clothes in order to go to breakfast, I would ask for a new uniform. Baz’s reaction was completely unexpected and leaves me with a whole slew of questions. I can’t just let it go, so I stand and quickly spur into action.

Baz

I couldn’t stand being in our room for a moment longer. I had to get out of there, and this was the only place I could think of to go. The dark, rat-infested Catacombs, which creates the perfect ambiance for me to sit in self-pity and try not to hate myself for the feelings I’ve been struggling to keep ahold of all night.

Simon was driving me crazy, stretched out on his bead with his gorgeous golden skin and freckles out on display. It was taking everything I had in me not to openly stare at him, which proved extremely difficult when all I wanted to do was reach out and touch.

I was so close to giving in to my deepest desires, which is why I had to leave so abruptly. I wasn’t sure how much longer I could hold onto my self-control. I just need a moment to breathe before I go back, and hopefully, since I apologized, Simon will be fully dressed when I return.

Simon

I honestly don’t have any clothes of my own that are currently wearable, and I will have to wait until morning to request new ones. (It won’t be anything people aren’t used to. I’m always ruining my clothes in one way or another, especially when I’m going on missions for the Mage.) That only leaves me with two options, and I’m certain that Baz would hate for me to chase after him in nothing but my pants even more than he would if I were to borrow some of his clothes.

I only hesitate briefly before making my way across the room to his wardrobe. I pull out the first things I see, which happen to be a pair of grey joggers that are softer than anything I’ve ever felt and one of his old football jerseys, which is a little worn and faded, but almost as soft as the joggers. I change into them quickly and slip into some shoes before racing after Baz.

I always forget just how fast he can move but am quickly reminded when I step out of [name of the building] and he’s nowhere to be seen. It doesn’t take me long to figure out where he went, though, since I’m almost certain that he wouldn’t head back to the woods after the events that transpired there earlier this evening.

That only leaves one place. The Catacombs.

I spent a lot of time during our 5th year following him around down here, but I haven’t been back here since I confronted him, hoping he would admit to being a vampire but finding him drunk and depressed instead. I felt a little bit bad about intruding on that moment and decided to just leave him be whenever he needed time to disappear down here – I could always prove he was a vampire some other way – but after his reaction in our room, I had to follow him down here to see what was up.

Why would he suddenly give in and apologize? Why would me being so scantily dressed make him so uncomfortable? Whatever the reasons, I still owe him an apology of my own. I pushed him too far, and I never wanted to make him uncomfortable. Irritated? Yes. Annoyed? Absolutely. But uncomfortable? That was never my intention.

It doesn’t take me long to find him, slumped against the wall, head down, and looking exhausted. Our fight earlier must have taken a lot more out of him that he was showing before.

I know he had to have heard him walking towards him, but he doesn’t look up or acknowledge my presence in any way besides the tension now apparent in his jaw.

“Baz,” I begin, but I’m not sure how to finish. I don’t think I’ve ever really apologized to Baz despite the number of times I probably should have. It’s new territory for me, and words have never been my strong suit.

“Why won’t you just leave me alone?” He sneers in typical Baz fashion.

Baz

I don’t know why I’m so surprised that he followed me down here. He never has been able to let things go.

I can’t quite bring myself to open my eyes, worried that he’ll still be wearing basically nothing and that the sense of calm I was finally beginning to feel will dissipate immediately. I do it immediately because apparently, I am on some sort of masochistic streak.

Simon

Baz finally opens his eyes, but it seems to take a moment for him to actually notice what I’m wearing. I can see it in his expression the moment he recognizes my clothes as his own because his eyebrows rise almost comically just before he schools his expression back into a sneer.

“Glad to see you finally decided to get dressed,” he murmurs coolly.

I open my mouth to retort but take a deep breath so that my voice is calm when I say, “I don’t want to fight anymore.”

Baz’s sneer shifts slightly into a frown. “Then why did you follow me down here?”

That’s a good question; the answer to which I’m not completely sure of myself when I could have just waited for him to return to the room. For some reason, I felt a sense of urgency in regard to figuring out why he was so upset. I should have expected him to see this as a fight.

“To apologize,” I say because it’s the best answer that I can seem to come up with.

Baz

I’m not sure that I actually believe that Simon came all the way down here just to apologize, but I decide to hear him out because he sounds like he really means it. And because I would let him do practically anything while he’s wearing my old jersey. (How have I never imagined what he would like in it? And how does he manage to look so bloody attractive despite it not really fitting him?)

Simon is quiet for a while, and I start to wonder if he thinks that simply declaring that he needs to apologize is apology enough. Which it isn’t. And frankly, it's pretty irritating that he would think so. Before I can tell him this, though, he starts to speak.

“I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable by refusing to put clothes on. It was stupid of me and honestly such a ridiculous stance to take.” Simon is being strangely honest. I don’t think he’s ever admitted to doing something stupid even though a lot of the stuff he does is frankly very stupid. So, why is he doing this? Why does he care that he was making me uncomfortable when he was so obviously trying to irritate me? What’s the difference and why does it matter to him?

“Thank you.” I’m not sure what else to say. He doesn’t want to argue, so I won’t. And I’m not sure why I’m doing that either. Maybe it’s the look on his face: open and honest. Or maybe it’s because I’m not sure what was worse: him not being dressed or him being dressed in my clothes. Either way, it’s probably best to say whatever I need to get him to leave me alone so that I don’t do something stupid myself.

Simon

I’m not sure what to do or say now that I have apologized. I should probably just leave, but something is keeping me here. Something that is obviously being unsaid. Something that has likely gone unsaid for a long time. Something that I know I’ll regret saying if I can even possibly find the words. Something I’ve not wanted to admit to myself for so long that I’m only just realizing it now.

“Baz,” I say, again unsure how to complete that sentence but making an attempt anyway, “I hate fighting with you.

Baz

I find it shocking how much those words seem to hurt me, like each one is a small puncture wound to my barely beating heart. I know it sounds ridiculous – because it absolutely is – but if Simon and I aren’t fighting, what does that leave us as? Just two guys who share a room? That would be even worse than all the fighting. To me anyway, because at least when we’re fighting, he sees me; he interacts with me.

If we’re just acquaintances, will he even notice me? Or will I fall to the background of the hero story he seems to be playing out at the Mage’s insistence?

I want to tell him no, or even just to ask him why he has had the sudden change of heart, but since he just said he didn’t want to fight anymore, it is probably best that I don’t immediately start an argument.

“Okay,” I say even though it’s an added punch to my already wounded heart. “So what does that make us?” I ask because I can’t help it and because I have to know. “Acquaintances? Friends?” I nearly laugh at how implausible the second one sounds. Simon and I could never be friends. We can’t even have an argument without nearly blowing up the school.

“Maybe,” he says with a shrug. “Or…”

Simon

“Or…” I drift off for a moment, wondering if I’m actually going to do this. Am I really going to risk all of this for the slightest possibility that the way that Baz looked at me earlier actually meant something? What if I’m wrong? What if I change my mind? What if I’m wrong about this feeling in my chest?

I won’t delude myself. I know that there is a slim chance that Baz would ever want to be anything other than enemies with me, but even if there is the most miniscule chance, don’t I owe it to myself – and maybe even to him – to at least try?

If he’s felt this way – the way I’ve felt but am only just now beginning to understand – for any amount of time, wouldn’t it be better to risk it all for something good than to coast through the next two years hating each other or even just ignoring each other’s existence.

It’s a huge leap, and I know I’m setting myself up for something painful, but it’s too late to go back now. I have to push through this. Get it over with and hope for the best.

“Or maybe—,” deep breath “—we could be more than friends.”

The words are out, and there is no taking them back now. I don’t think I would even if I could. It feels good to say them, to put that out there, even though it’s terrifying to wait for his response while he stares at me in a stunned silence.

And then he continues to just silently stare at me, his expression completely unreadable, and I start to wonder if maybe there is a way I can take it all back. Perhaps I could claim some sort of brain injury from our early fight. Or I could say it was all a joke to try to irritate him further. Although that seems senselessly cruel.

And anyway, I don't want to take it back. I put myself out there, and yes, it's terrifying, but I never would have thought I could do something like that. Admit to liking a boy — especially who I have pretended to hate for so long it seems like it might be impossible to get back from that. But I want to try, if he'll let me.

Right now, I just need him to say something. Anything. So that I'm not standing here like a fool.

Finally, his expression shifts, but it's still unreadable, even as he says, "Are you joking?"

I can't tell if he means it in an Are you an idiot? sort of way or a Do you really want that? way.

Hoping it's the latter, I say, "No, I really mean that. I want to be more than friends with you. If you want," I add with slightly less confidence, and I swear if he keeps staring at me without a word, I might go off again. Which would be rather unfortunate because I'd hate to ruin these impossibly soft clothes.

Baz

I honestly cannot tell whether Simon is joking. He said he wasn't, bit am I really supposed to just take him at his word?

I mean, I guess I could, but it's difficult to leap and hope that he will catch me. I want him to and he's looking at me like he will but….

I have to stop being so negative. If there is any chance that this will go anywhere, then I have to take a chance on Simon. On us.

Simon

Baz takes a step towards me, and I freeze, not totally sure that he isn't about to throttle me.

He takes another step, and my hand goes instinctively to where the Sword of Mages sits invisible at my hip.

One more step, and there's barely a foot of space between us.

One last step, and his hands are on my face, pulling me closer and stealing my breath away.

Baz

Simon doesn't make a move to stop me as I move closer to him, slowly as if approaching a deer I hope not to startle before I can catch it. Except, I want to do a very different thing with my mouth once I get my hands on Simon than I would do with the deer.

He doesn't flinch when I bring my hands up to his face, and that's when I start to fully believe that this is real. That he was being genuine about what he wanted.

I take a moment to stare into his ordinary blue eyes for a moment, making sure that there's no uncertainty in them before closing the distance between us.

Simon

The kiss starts out soft and gentle as our lips hesitantly press together, then once we get the feel for each other, we both start to lean into it and deepen the kiss.

Eventually, one of my hands finds its way into his hair, tangling there, while the other settles on his hips, gently pinning him to the wall. One of his hands slides down to the back of my neck, holding me there against him like he never wants to let go, while the other travels slowly down to the edge of my shirt — or rather, his shirt — before dipping under where the chill of his touch sends shivers throughout my entire body.

I never thought that being with Baz like this would feel so good.

Baz

I'm not entirely sure how long Simon and I spend down in the Catacombs, exploring each other's mouths and pushing and pulling at each other ever so slightly, almost like we're so used to fighting that we still do it even when we're kissing. All I know is that when we finally emerge into the late night, Simon's hand is in mine, and I can't seem to stop smiling.

Our earlier fight has been all but forgotten, and I'm trying to figure out a way that I can get him to wear my clothes more often. He's gorgeous in them, and I can't seem to keep my hands off of him when his arse looks like that in my joggers. Something about it just gets to me.

It's safe to say that we do more kissing than sleeping that night, but the sleep deprivation is worth it because when Simon asks if this makes us boyfriends somewhere around 3 in the morning, I don't hesitate to say yes.

I'm not completely sure how we went from nearly burning down the woods to dating, but I will say that this has truly been the happiest day of my life so far.

#snowbaz #snowbaz fic #the simon snow series #co/ws/awtwb #rainbow rowell #my writing #corb 2022 #carry on reverse bang #kiss and make up #20 first kisses

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ejzah · 2 years

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Can you do a fanfic where Sam reveals to Kensi everyone knows she and Deeks are together in 6x18. It kinda bugged me we never got to see the whole scene where she found out everyone knew so I was hoping you could fill in the blanks please.

Worst Kept Secret

“You expecting a call?” Sam asked, startling Kensi enough to make her jerk. “That’s about the sixth time you checked your phone since we got in the car.”

She shrugged, tucking her phone back into her pocket. “Not really. I just thought Eric and Nell might have an update,” she explained easily.

“Uh-huh.” Sam gave her a brief knowing look before he turned his attention back to the road ahead. “It’s been a while since we were paired together,” he added, changing the subject. Just like the good old days.”

“Oh yeah, it was great being crammed into a nonexistent backseat.” Kensi rolled her eyes, resisting the urge to check her phone yet again. After what happened this morning, with that woman taking pictures of them, she was worried. “I wonder why Hetty decided to split us up today of all days.”

“Well, maybe I’m wrong but I assume it has something to do with you and Deeks being together,” he suggested casually as he pulled up to their destination, taking the key out of the ignition.

“What?” Kensi said, forcing a laugh. “Come on. Me and Deeks?” She felt an unreasonable amount of dread run through her as the corner of Sam’s mouth tugged up with a smirk.

“Yes, you and Deeks,” he repeated, holding up a hand as Kensi started to protest again. “What, you really thought your teammates, who are trained agents and have worked with you for years wouldn’t realize you guys are together?”

That was fair. Kensi sighed, rubbing her forehead.

“What gave us away?” she asked. They’d tried to be so careful to leave work separately at least some of the time and never leave together.

“Well, maybe it was something about the way you two kissed at the ice ring last Christmas, all the times you’ve answered each other’s phones, the way you guys made a huge deal about not being together anytime someone brought it up—”

“Ok, ok. I get your point.” Kensi held up her hand to interrupt, pressing her other one over her mouth. God, she felt so stupid. Of course everyone had realized.

“Hey.” Sam nudged her shoulder until she looked at him. “You wanna know the biggest thing that we noticed?” He paused a beat and the smile returned, more gently this time before answering. “The way you two stopped dancing around each other all the time. There’s less tension. Well, most of the time.” He rolled his eyes pointedly. “You’re not fighting against what you want anymore. You seem happy.”

“We are,” Kensi agreed softly. It was amazing how Sam had summed up the changes in her and Deeks’ relationship. “So, what do you think about it? Us being together.” That had been one of her biggest worries through all of this; aside from potentially getting split up, she’d feared the team’s criticism and disapproval.

“I wasn’t the biggest fan in the beginning,” he started and Kensi’s heart sank. “But now I’ve gotten used to the idea, and realized it hasn’t changed who you are to the team. So, as long as being in a relationship doesn’t affect your ability to function as agent and detective, I’m happy for you.”

“Wow. Sam, I never thought I’d hear the day you’d be endorsing our relationship.”

“Neither did I,” Sam said dryly. “I mean it though; I want you and Deeks to be happy.”

“I appreciate that. We both appreciate it,” Kensi told him and he nodded.

“You’re welcome.” He reached to open his door, and then turned back to add, “Eric would like you to know that the burn room has cameras.”

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A/N: Hi anon! I hope you enjoyed this.

Thanks for the prompt!

#ncis la fanfiction #densi #kensi blye #Sam #mentions of Deeks #6x18 #missing scene #Sam ships them 😝#anonymous prompt #ejzah fanfiction

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prettycottonmouthlamia · 10 months

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Pokemon Emerald Ralts Only Part 3: Brawly's Round Friend :)

I just think Makuhita is neat :D

Part 1 Part 2

This may not surprise anyone but this update is actually going to be a bit on the short side. We're a Psychic-type and we have a pretty reasonably powerful Psychic-type move at our disposal in Confusion, so we're not likely to need to do too much in order to beat Brawly.

Now to begin with, we have to discuss the next obstacle. We have to save Peeko from the Team Aqua Grunt who has kidnapped her, and that means we have to fight a Level 11 Poochyena to do so. So we're going to need to deplete our PP again. But there's an additional complication here: we've had no real choice than to heal up at a Pokemon Center in order to have enough Confusion PP to get past the previous fights, so we need to spend all of our PP again.

Isn't Ralts fun? Now, fortunately, we have gained the ability to use Cut outside of battle, so we can spend a little of that Confusion PP beating up the four extra trainers on this route. This isn't strictly necessary, but I've got to think towards the future (mainly, Watson) and so I'm feeling a bit incentivized to take as much EXP as I can right now.

Something important to note I do something very silly is that Emerald adds two trainers to this route that were not there before. I'm not the most familiar with Emerald (I grew up with Pokemon Ruby) so I wasn't aware of what these extra trainers had.

Fucking Wesleyan kids I swear to god. I didn't know this kid had a Poochyena and really without thinking about it too hard I instinctively reset.

Reset Counter: 7

I defeat the other three trainers just fine and now I have a double of Growl and Double Team PP I need to spend as well as the remaining Confusions. If we take a look at the encounters on Route 116...

-Whismur: Immune to Growl and has a pretty reasonably powerful Uproar for this point in the game. -Tailow: Focus Energy creates a lot of volatility and Quick Attack at Level 8 combined with Focus Energy is pretty terrifying -Nincada: Compoundeyes and Leech Life actually make Nincada probably the least safe out of the entire route. -Abra: lol -Skitty: Very, very rare and a Male Skitty has a chance to just make the entire thing take forever, and Tracing Cute Charm is pretty useless against a Female Skitty.

This leaves, rather hilariously, Poochyena. Poochyena's new move at this level is Howl, which is a bit worrying once we run out of Growl PP, but it means Poochyena has a coin flip chance of actually attacking us. More importantly, it being a Dark-type means we can actually waste a lot of Confusion PP on it. We're also a significatly higher level than the last time we needed to do this, so this makes Poochyena an attractive option.

And we're actually able to deplete all of the PP from Double Team, Growl, and Confusion in one encounter! Wasting 75ish turns in one fight was not quite on my agenda for today but I'll take it. We go back and beat the shit out of a rich kid with our struggling Ralts, hit Level 16, and then go and save Peeko, right? Right?

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Yeah so I clean forgot Ralts learns Teleport at Level 16. I should have skipped that stupid rich kid. Oooh how he's plagued me so far. The worst part about Teleport is that it no longer matters what we encounter, but we have to waste Teleport over 20 encounters since we can only use one per fight. Fortunately, Teleport is actually a pretty useful move to have, allowing us to potential skip huge amounts of backtracking before we get access to Fly.

We're now really starting to outpace these Poochyenas in terms of level, so this one actually ends up really easy. These are honestly more becoming frustrations rather than actual legitimate threats at this point. This will surely remain the case for all future members of this line.

With that out of the way, we get the Pokenav, and I make sure to take everyone's number I can at this point. This might seem unneeded and it's possible it will be, but I wanted to make sure I had an option open on the table if we needed some future levels. This includes Brendan, so let's go into the Brendan 2 fight!

Well okay at this point there's not a whole lot a Level 13 Lotad and a Level 15 Torchic are going to do to us, especially if we score a critical hit on the Torchic while it tries to set-up with Focus Energy. Even the Lotad's Astonish does remarkably little to us, and we skate past this fight pretty easily.

We finish our number collecting, get on the boat to Dewford, and go immediately into Brawley's gym. It's worth noting I do fight every optional battle here. I'm still pretty worried about Watson coming up, and ideally I'd like to not feel like I need to do any grinding on wild Pokemon if I can help it, and if we just beat Brawley, all of these trainers will be missed out EXP. Besides, it's all Fighting types, this one actually isn't an issue. So now, let's go to Brawley.

The only Pokemon I'm really worried about here is the Makuhita. Even with the extra training we did, it still outlevels us and we're still pretty physically frail, so a Bulk Up that follows into a Vital Throw could still do pretty good damage. I was pretty confident that the Machop and the Meditite weren't going to cause any issues: Machop is a very clean 2HKO with Confusion, and Meditite cannot actually damage us as long as we attack it.

Well Meditite is actually a 4HKO with Confusion, which I wasn't expecting, and Brawley has 2 Super Potions, which leads to...this...embarrassing reset.

Reset Counter: 8

Yeah I just got overconfident on the amount of PP I would need for Confusion and ran out. Oops. Entirely avoidable but hubris blinded me.

When we return with more PP, Confusion is doing huge damage to Makuhita, although thanks to the Sitrus Berry, it'll still be a 3HKO (although only barely).

This was why I was worried about a +1 Vital Throw. 19 damage. Whew lads. Fortunately we're not in any danger of losing, but my gut feeling on finishing the fight quickly was definitely correct. If we were Level 16 or 17 and this had been a 4HKO instead, we might have had a real shot at losing.

But of course we don't, so we easily claim the second badge and the third TM in a row Ralts can't use. Awesome.

Instead of funny jokes, I leave you with this ominously:

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