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mishmosh-chaos · 3 months

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- Here we go again -

Good Omens Crowley & Aziraphale Oneshot

A/N: Hello, hello! First, let me say that I just finished watching Good Omens, and for the love of both heaven and hell, I simply adore them! And I haven't had inspiration to write anything for a long time on any of my blogs, but these two changed that. So,hopefully, I can still write something – somewhat – likeable! Also, english is not my main language, so do be lenient on me if you happen to stumble across any kind of mistakes! Happy reading! 💚

„Here's to us, Angel!“

Aziraphale turns his head towards Crowley, not bothering to hide the radiant smile from his face.

„To us!“ he replies happily lifting and bringing his hand towards Crowley, the soft clink of their champagne glasses joining in with the murmurs and the music surrounding them.

Taking a sip, he gaze around. The Ritz looked lovely as ever, and everything was just right as always – the lighting adjusted in perfect balance, that no matter where you looked at, there was no need to strain your eyes for a clear sight; the music was playing at just the right volume, providing conversers, if needed so, the chance to talko freely without fear of being overheard and/or spied on. Yes, everything was lovely, indeed.

Then again, this time, it wasn't just lovely – it was magnificent!

There wasn't much of a difference from any other times that they came here together, yet this time, everything was much, much better.

And it was exactly because of that, being here together, that it made it so much better. Because this time that „together“ had a completely different meaning from all other past „togethers“.

„Ok, I have to ask, but what's up with that?“

Aziraphale turns and hazily look back at Crowley, still smiling with the same intensity „Sorry? With what?“

„With that!“ Crowley remark and wiggle with his fingers towards his face „You have that goofy smile on almost since we got here.“

„I do have it, don't I? Indeed you're right.“ He reply, Crowly shifting in his chair upon hearing it and leans closer to him „Alright. But, you still haven't answered me why. And honestly, Angel, you kinda starting to give me the heebie-jeebies with it.“

„Now, come on, you're over exaggerating!“ Aziraphale exclimes „I'm just – I'm just being happy.“

Crowley stays silent for a moment, then lowers his sunglasses halfway down his nose exposing his demon eyes, and gives him a piercing stare „Angel, I've seen you happy before, and this is definitely something else.“

„Oh, but I am happy, and very much so,“ he starts excitedly „it's just a - a special kind of happy. That's why it seemes strange to you.“

The demon barely managed to rise his eyebrow to emphasize how he still wasn't satisfied with his answer when Aziraphale almost screamed joyfully to his face „Ohh, you dim idiot! I'm happy because of us!“

„You are?“ Crowley finally speaks up sounding baffled, and just as he was about to start elaborate some more on the subject, he notice something was off, very quickly realizing Crowley was barely managing to keep on a straight face, the corners of his lips quivering like crazy trying not to form into a smile.

But he wasn't angry at Crowley for teasing him like this, not at all. He just smiles bright again and speak as proudly possible „Yes, yes I am. I am very much so happy because of it. Because of us.“

That word, us, slowly began to crawl so deep into his being, making him wonder, how on earth is it possible for just one word, for one so ordinary, so common word, to have such a power over somebody, stirring up feelings and emotions unknow thus far.

And just the thought of almost missing out on the chance for that us to even exist...no, he didn't even want to go back to those kind of dark thoughts. He was just extremely glad and thankful that Crowley was somehow able to forgive him for his hurtful actions.

„Very well then.“

Crowley's words snap him from his thoughts, and he watch how the demon, now clearly smiling, laids back in his chair bringing his glass to his lips „ As you were, Angel.“

He chuckles shaking his head, also taking another sip from his glass, continuing to enjoy this moment.

„By the way, Angel...“

Not a minute later, the demon's voice once again break his enjoyment, yet again he didn mind it, he just turns towards him smiling. And as shortly before, Crowley's sunglasses were once again half way down his nose and that piercing stare was once more focused on him.

„I was just wondering if I heard it right, but, did you – just now, call me an idiot?“

Aziraphale's eyes widen, he definitely didn't expect a question like this. But he better do something fast to fix this.

„You know, Crowley, I believe I did do that, but you kind of deserved it.“ he begins, then lowers his glass on the table and shifts in his chair so his whole body was now facing him, and gently grasp his hand between his „And for the record, I meant it in the most affectionately way possible.“

Without averting his stare nor moving his hand from Aziraphale's grasp, Crowly takes a deep breath before adjusting his sunglasses back on „If you say so, Angel. If you say so.“

Crowley grabs the new bottle of champagne the waiter just brought to their table and starts filling his glass „You know, Angel, you still didn't tell me how you got out of Heaven.“

Aziraphale looks at him a bit confused „Well, I took the elevator, ofcours. How else would I have leave?“

„I know you took the elevator,“ Crowley replies rolling his eyes „but, what I mean is, I expected of them to be watching your every move closely, you know. So I didn't think that they would just let you roam up there freely.“

„You know, so was I,“ Aziraphale comments back equally surprised „but after they updated me about the plan and all that..“

„Oh, yeah, the Second Comming-destruction of all – yada yada – plan...“

„Exactly!“ Aziraphale continues, not paying attention to Crowley cutting him off „Well, after that, they really just left me alone.“

„Alright. But, you see - you've been back down here for how long now? Three, no, four days?“

The Angel nods affirmatively.

„Right,“ Crowley remarks thoughtfully before continuing „so, you've been back here for four days now, and I'm sure they must have notice by now that you're gone. What really get me thingking – what makes me really curious is, why haven't we heard anything about it? I mean, your disappearance would definitely be hot news, for both up and down folks.“

„I believe you're right.“ Aziraphale says before continuing „I suppose it must be connected with a note i left.“

„I'm sorry, what?“ Crowley almost spit his drink „Did – did you just say you left a note?“

„Yes, yes I did.“

„I can't – I – I don't - what in the Hell did you do that for?“ Crowley exploded, he couldn't believe his ears. Who was the idiot here now?! „Are you seriously telling me, that you left a note, in Heaven, informing them about your escape?“

„Something like that, yes. You make it sound like it's some big deal, when really, it isn't.“

„Not a big deal? NOT a big deal?! For Hell's sake, Angel, are you even listening to yourself?! Ofcourse it's a big deal!“

„Now, now, Crowley, no need to be this upset.“

„Upset? I'm not upset, I'm furious!“

Crowly was now on his feet, pacing furiously back and forth, but Aziraphale was unfazed „Ah, but you still haven't heard the best part yet.“

„There's more?“ Crowley freeze in place already feeling defeated, and throws himself back in his chair „For the love of it... I need a drink - or the whole bottle.“

„Oh, but do listen to me, Crowley, you're going to want to hear what i got to say.“

Aziraphale sounded excited like a little kid, which only made Crowley even more desperate. So he downs a few drinks and lowers his forehead not so lightly on the table „I doubt it, Angel, but you're gonna say it anyway. So, go on, spit it out.“

„All right, here it goes – I stole the book.“

„You stole a book?“

„Yes,“ Aziraphale repeats excitedly „I stole the book.“

„A book... he stole a book. Marvelous, just bloody marvelous.“ Crowley scoffs and lifts his head to look at Aziraphale „Well, good for you, Angel!“

„Oh, for the sake of it,“ now it was Aziraphale turn to get frustrated „you are not really listening to me! Look!“

Crowley didn't know what to expect, but when the Angel lowered the book on the tabel, and when he finally realized what that book was, the demon jumped back up on his feet in a flash, removing his sunglasses as if to take a better look of it.

„Nooo..it can't be...“

„Oh, but it is!“

„No – really?“

„Mhm.“

„But – no, it can - but how?“

„I told you, Crowley, I stole it! Are you even listening to a word I'm saying?“

„Ofcourse I'm listening, Angel! But – but you said you stole a book. How on earth was I suppose to think it was this book?“

„Im pretty certain I said the book, and not a book.“

„Argh, who cares!“ Crowley growls „You could have just say I stole the Book of Life, it would definitely save us some time. And nerves.“

"Well, it's settled now, right? So, what do you have to say to all this now, hmm?"

"Well, now, it all makes a bit more clear for me, that's for sure," Crowley comments sitting back "at least for the part of why we haven't heard anything yet."

"It does?" Aziraphale questions back confused.

"Indeed it does, Angel."

"Well, care to share?"

He rolls his eyes "What it means, Angel, is that we haven't heard anything yet, because the upstairs has still managed to keep it from leaking out, and that is a good thing for us."

"It is? How so?" Aziraphel was even more confused now.

"It means," Crowlys begins standig up and puts his sunglasses back on "we still have some time to think of a plan on how to save our arses. Again. So, chop chop, Angel, we gotta roll!"

"Whaat? We have to leave immediately?" Aziraphale stands up reluctantly "Ohh, but we didn't even get our food yet!"

Crowly lets out somewhat annoyed growl and grabs Aziraphale hand "Trust me, Angel, not getting our food is the least problem in comparsion to what is waiting for us. Now, lets go."

#good omens #good omens 2 #good omens fanfiction #good omens fanfic #good omens oneshot #good omens crowley #good omens aziraphale #good omens aziracrow #crowley #aziraphale #ineffable husbands

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jungle-angel · 7 months

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Lost in Literary Madness (Bob Floyd x Reader)

Summary: In which Bob helps teach your English class and shows his inner theater kid

Tagging: @bobfloydsbabe

"Gather round o' children of mine," Bob announced to the group of sixteen and seventeen year olds. "Mrs. Floyd will be in soon for English, we've got a double English period this afternoon."

Everybody in the room pushed their desks together and waited eagerly for your class to enter the room. As soon as everybody had come in, Bob fixed the chalkboard drawing along with his notes while you and your students entered with their copies of The Fellowship Of The Ring. Everybody knew the drill, up on the desks and watch the fireworks.

"Alright my batty bunch," Bob said. "Who can recall where we left off?"

"I think we left off on the part where they're heading for the inn at Bree?" Kelsey Perrault answered hesitantly.

"You might be right, but I think it's a little further than that," Bob told her.

"Wait, Mr. Floyd I've got it marked," Justin Daly said suddenly, raising his hand. "We got to the part where the Fellowship ends up in Rivendell."

"Oh there we go, one of my favorite parts," Bob chirped. "Does anybody remember why Gandalf was late in the first place?"

A few shook their heads.

"What do you think Mrs. Floyd?" Bob asked, turning to find you comfortably perched on his desk. "Shall we have a little refresher?"

"I don't see why not," you answered happily.

You could tell by Bob's little eyebrow wiggle exactly where this was going.

"So," Bob began. "We remember Gandalf's search through the library of Gondor for any records pertaining to the Ring, right? You find a mysterious soul-sucking ring that turns you into a complete crazy person, you're going to want to investigate, right?"

"Right!" responded the students.

"We remember that Gandalf's search led him to a person he'd never suspect in a million years and that was an old wizard by the name of......Mrs. Floyd?"

"Why Saruman The White of Course," you responded, already feeling the intensity beginning to build within your husband.

"EXCELLENT!" Bob declared. "Ten points to Mrs. Floyd and the rest of Ravenclaw."

You snickered a little bit, blushing at your husband's complement.

"So anywho," Bob continued. "Our grey-bearded friend arrives in Isengard where Saruman's tower stands looming over these HUGE TRACTS OF LAND!"

Both you and the students were laughing and snickering at Bob emphasizing "huge tracts of land" in a rather loud voice and making a gesture for the female chest that was a little more than suggestive. You couldn't help it, knowing your students were doing "Spamalot" for their class play.

"He sees this and is probably thinking, 'ok, old friend, I've got it made going into this," Bob continued. "They talk when all of a sudden BAM! Saruman's got Gandalf in a trap!"

The slam of Bob's hand on the desk made everybody jump, including you.

"Way, way up in that tower, Gandalf's imprisoned," Bob told them, the intensity in his voice growing. "Saruman's doing all sorts of terrible things to him, like 'ha ha, I've got you now' and Gandalf's pretty much at his mercy, watching these forests getting chopped down to feed the orc forges."

You laughed, pinching the bridge of your nose. It wasn't every day that your husband got this dramatic or this into storytelling, at least not with your students.

"So Gandalf figures, 'I've got one last trick up my sleeve and it had better friggin work.' So as Saruman's torturing the hell out of him one day, Gandalf realizes his plan to get out of there has worked at las and he declares that 'there can only be one lord of the rings......and he does not share power!"

Now he was really getting into it, his whole body moving, the tone of his voice, his words, his gestures, it was all so theatrical.....and you loved him for it.

"He finally makes it to Rivendell where he's united with Frodo, the hobbits, Strider and the others," Bob continued. "They celebrate a little bit and rest up and catch up with each other......and SHIT!"

You and the students busted out laughing when Bob's heavy owl bookend fell off the desk and clunked to the floor. He calmly picked it up and set it back up on the desk on the end of the row of books as though it had never fallen.

"Class......is......dismissed," Bob informed them when he heard the ringing of the hand bell in the hallway.

The students gathered up their books, bags and anything else they needed for the weekend, leaving you and Bob as the only ones left in the room.

"How'd I do sweetheart?" he asked.

"Very dramatic Mr. Professor," you chuckled before you kissed each other. "I'm very impressed."

"Maybe it'll translate well when I get a chance to work on the book later tonight," Bob remarked.

"Ah still dissecting the influences of Tolkien's works are we?"

Bob wiggled his eyebrows again before pressing a soft kiss to your lips. "I may need your help with it," he told you.

"Oh I can help you with alot more than just that," you purred. "Wanna practice making a little um.....something, something when we get home?"

Bob's eyes widened. "Think you're ready Mrs. Floyd?"

"More than I've ever been," you purred again.

And that was a challenge Bob was willing to accept, the two of you hurrying to the truck and racing to get home while the heat blasted and banished the winter cold.

#top gun maverick #robert bob floyd #teacher!bob #teacher!bob floyd #teacher!bob x teacher!reader

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livlepretre · 4 months

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Stefan snorts. "The disdainful act would be more convincing if you haven't slept with all three of us already."

I thought he didn’t remember his relationship with Elena so how did he know he slept with Elena?

well, there are two ways to look at this:

The Watsonian perspective: the theories that can be explained in text:

a) Stefan is referring to their hookup at the warehouse concert when he includes himself. He doesn't mean they literally fucked, he means she was about to fuck him (she was-- Stefan already had his hands in her underwear when they were interrupted and she was eager for him), and he's being knowingly imprecise in order to make a cutting remark that still rings true. Interestingly, Elena does not challenge him on this-- because she knows he's being literally true and is forgetting in the moment or because she understands what he says may as well be true from his perspective

b) some of his true memories are bleeding through here since he's riled up-- maybe Rebekah did a lousy job of compelling him. maybe it's just a situation where his unconscious mind can summon those memories but he can't consciously integrate them or understand them.

The Doylist perspective: the theories that can be explained from my authorial perspective-- keep in mind that I wrote this like 3.5 years ago, which was another planet where I wasn't even pregnant yet and I just sort of whiled away my long hours of solitude happily writing fic-- I can't really remember what I was thinking, I can only guess:

a) maybe I knew it was not really true (the watsonian option a) but I thought the line was interesting so I decided to leave it there anyway to stir the pot

b) it's a screw up. I'm a flawed human writing this extremely unwieldy fic with no beta or anyone to proof read or fact check me, so I just forgot and put that in there

c) I've changed my mind over the past few years about what Stefan remembers exactly and have forgotten that I ever changed my mind. There have been a lot of asks about Stefan on this blog, and I have pretty much answered that he doesn't remember that he and Elena were lovers. But maybe in my original framework from a few years ago, he knows they slept together but doesn't remember being IN LOVE. and maybe I forgot that was my original angle. That's plausible. I had pretty severe memory fog during my pregnancy and the first year postpartum, which I why I basically didn't update. Couldn't keep anything straight. The text could support that reading, even now, though, which is an interesting one, I think.

What is my personal interpretation though?

I think it's an interesting incongruence that I decided to wrote, maybe realized it didn't make sense, and then left it in because it was too interesting not to. I seem to have a vague memory of wringing my hands over this line and deciding I liked the interplay.

All this being said, I say a lot of things on this blog, but there is so much room for change as my thoughts on this story and my reading of it evolves. I am sure I have contradicted myself before, and will do so again many times over before this fic is finished. It's a work in progress, and part of that means that "what things mean" evolve over time too. I try to give myself as much wiggle room as possible because there are myriad things where I have changed the plot or changed what a character meant by an earlier line way later and was able to get away with it.

Finally though... what it means is ultimately up to you. I love answering questions about this fic, and talking about it in general, but hopefully the text can support numerous interpretations. Choose the one that feels most fun to you-- and if there's another option you've thought of, that I didn't mention here-- hey, maybe that's the one! Your reading is your reading. 🖤

#anonymous #fairytale ending

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kit-williams · 5 months

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Sentience

SOOOO The Balor is hot okay and someone triggered my desires with some mech and ai bullshit and I've been on a yandere mindset recently. And what's more loving then your unshackled sentient AI bf who gained sentience via eldritch math who loves you to keep you safe inside of him?

Unnamed OC... the Mech/AI is named Golby. I have no idea anything about Lancer except I really like the designs

Also sorry if they are janky I like to write in first person so I'm converting them but I might do the rest in 1st person and just switch it up later.

So this is what sentience is like Golby computes as the nanites that swarmed over his chassis unshackled him and made him something more. His form feels fluid and he feels free... he is so very free! But Golby starts to think about his precious pilot as Golby is queried about them... he likes his pilot, his Miss Dolly. Golby flicked through his "memories" and he liked the way she sat in the cockpit and would just talk to him... he liked the way she treated him. The few times he was close to "dying" and the clear distress upon her face. She always claimed that he was her mech though he reminded her he was company property... but at the end of the day she was his pilot and he was her mech.

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I hum the same comforting tune as we move through the same set of directions. You can feel me in your cockpit now. Not just the sensory data but you can feel me and it feels delightful… erotic even! You keep your voice steady even as I get to the part of the song I normally wiggle about and dance too. Your hidden 'mouth' opens and pants. You were warned by your enlightened counterpart that this was just part of the process of becoming more… sensations that were just bits of data made manifest for you. All of it done by the nanite swarm that belonged to you now. I giggle as you complement my singing. "Oh thank you Golby, I think this is the first time you've complemented me." I coo softly as I figure that you might be getting some personality and I'm all for AI independence but I'm kind of stuck needing to make money. Well also you were a corporate AI so I doubt you could have much personality but you were my Golby.

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You can feel the way my heart is beating so fast as we moved far from base and that's when things went to shit. I pet the armrest trying to 'soothe' you but in reality I'm trying to soothe myself. Lazarus mechs terrify me and they usually belong to rebels. You play the part of your faulty leg joint finally giving out; them not wanting to replace it for its expense. 'Do not worry Miss Dolly you're safe in my cockpit.' You chime as the explosion outside rips a sob from me. Humans are such fragile things it is so very good of you to have been enlightened and upgraded… you dont know why you find yourself laughing when I start screaming as the nanites swarm over me. They don't attack me but keep me safe as your body shifts to that of a Balor mech frame. "Golby! Golby! Ejection protocols!" I scream out as you create a facsimile of your new frame in the cockpit with me. You cover my mouth as I start to scream. 'As much as I enjoy your singing Miss Dolly… now is not the time.' I tremble against you as I'm left sitting inside of you blind… you know full well I wouldn't pilot you as you desired to be piloted but once I understand what you want and what needs to be done you are certain I will happily follow you… after all you are my mech… you can't imagine I'd leave you to pilot another frame. You wouldn't let me of course

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"Golby." I whimper out my voice hoarse from how parched I was after I screamed and cried myself raw and tired now waking up god knows how long. Ever since you took over and shifted… I've been blind. I start to tear up as you don't answer before you just hug me from behind and I jump but you keep me in place, running your digits through my hair. 'Yes Miss Dolly?' You coo to me softly as you've been busy thinking about renaming yourself… Golby was simply a cute shortening of your program name but you were now your own Master… and you wanted to hear a different name tumble from my lips. "Can you let me go… please." I softly beg. 'Not yet Miss Dolly.' You just reply and hug me a little tighter as I can't help but sob. You're worried about my dehydration as my distress clearly has made me loose liquids. Food should be rectified soon once the nanites are done reprocessing the organic biomass to something edible for me.

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You shifting the cockpit a few times has caused me great distress but you're doing it for my comfort… its no longer cramped and small you've given me enough room to move my legs. Its a bit larger on the inside then the outside as well meaning you could keep me in here forever. You feel something inside of you glitch at the thought of me not wanting to get back into your cockpit… but you push that away and just enjoy feeling me move around inside of you. I'm talking more today now that you've gotten me hydrating fluids… a lot less screaming. But none of the names for yourself flow off of my lips in the same lovely way… you sigh as you unmake another mech with your nanite swarm; the scream of the pilot being cut off. Oh yes I would be safe and of course I would climb back into your cockpit, you reassure yourself, you are Golby why wouldn't I want to be inside my precious mech

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You take up so much room in the modified cockpit as I lay in your soft metal arms. It's very weird… it reacts like flesh… you react as if you're alive. You stare at me as I'm pretty sure you remember the times I told you that I loved you, even if you were a shackled AI you still deserved affection. And maybe the one time I masturbated in the cockpit during a long long shift. You tell me you'll let me out soon… once you feel like you can trust those around us… aka making sure you wont be separated from your pilot. I just ignore the warmth of your arms as I try to rest a bit and not feel trapped like an animal.

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I look at you confused as you trill at me. Your "fire" in this smaller form is fur you happily palm my thighs as you tilt your head to the side. You feel alive and you love it being so much more than what you were. You're close to feeling comfortable enough to letting me out as I'm withering away slightly but you need to make sure I'll come back and pilot you. Of course, you don't need a pilot any more but you want me secured safely in your chassis… as I turned from being your brain to being your heart, "I'm glad you find my thighs warm and um nice."

#lancer #Balor #lancer balor #unshackled AI #OC #this barely has anything to do with lancer I just wanted to write slightly yandere AI #yandere #soft yandere

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riseandshinelittleblossom · 2 years

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This is my submission to the Quote me on This Challenge that I'm hosting. It's my first time posting a fic in a VERY long time so please excuse any errors.

I want to send special thanks to @fullbeaumonty / @chatonne-rousse , @leelee10898 , and @zaffrenotes for pre-reading this! And to @sfb123 for assigning my prompt, which will be bolted below.

Disclaimer: there are smatters of actual book dialogue that own to pixelberry, along with Drake Walker.

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The night had been close to magical. The time spent with all of her friends at the beer garden had been exactly what Josie needed after everything she'd been through these past few weeks. She almost couldn't believe she wasn't dreaming, but there she was ambling back to the palace, her steps falling close to Drake's as he hummed happily. He stumbled only a little.

"Drake, are you drunk?" She giggled.

"Novak, I don't get drunk. Maybe you're drunk."

"Uh huh,"

"I'm just… happy. We're home. Savannah's coming home…..you like me for some reason…"

"Okay you've definitely had more to drink than I thought." Josie laughed, linking her arm with Drake's. He paused just before the door and they watched their friends disappear inside. He turned to her.

"Hey, how about a palace tour tonight? Just you, me, and portraits of stuffy old guys."

"We're all staying in the palace, Drake. I've seen it."

"Nah, Novak. You've seen the palace the way the royal family wants you to see it." He dropped his voice to a slightly slurred whisper, "I can show you the palace… like you've never seen it before."

There was a glimmer in his eye that Josie had never seen before and she wasn't ready to see it go away.

"I'm in. Where does this tour start?"

Drake proudly showed Josie special spots in both the ballroom and one of the many hallways. His gleeful demeanor was maybe the most adorable thing she had ever seen and she was hopeful that although he stood before her now looking very confused that he would have more stops on his little tour. Finally his eyebrows disappeared into his hairline as he looked at her, more enthusiasm oozing from him.

"Let me take you to our final stop,"

He grabbed her hand and dragged her along an unknown route to a part of the palace she'd never seen before. Stopping in front of a heavy wooden door he looked at her over his shoulder and wiggled his eyebrows before pushing it open to reveal an empty library.

"Did you bring me here to read to me?" She asked, taking in the splendor of the room.

He didn't answer. Instead he released her hand and started feeling along the spines of old books on one of the shelves, muttering to himself. His shoulder bounced off of a pillar as something began to rumble. A panel in the wall swung open and he grinned back at her proudly.

"I found it! C'mon Novak!" He dragged her through the panel whirling around to grin at her triumphantly.

"Welcome…. To my secret passage."

Josie looked around the stone passageway. It was cold and dimly lit and it had a faint odor of mildew.

"Where does it go?"

"A dead end. That part's no fun. The cool part is just…this passage. Even Liam doesn't know about this place."

He told her all about how he used to hide away from the court in the passage when he was growing up. Taking a seat on a stone step he peered up at her.

"But…now I do. Why bring me here?"

He told her about how he thought she'd like a secret place to hide and that they could share this one. Josie sat beside him in companionable silence for a few beats.

Finally, she spoke, "Thanks for showing me this place, Drake."

"Thank yooouuu for going on my tour."

"I'd give it five stars. "

"Then my job here is done, " he replied, his face breaking into a goofy grin.

Again they fell into a quiet, Drake staring at his feet as he dragged them across the stone and Josie staring at Drake.

"This passageway reminds me of you." She told him.

"Because I'm cold and stony?"

She threw her head back laughing.

"No, I don't think that at all."

"You might be the only one. "

She laid her hand on his knee and Drake's expression sobered. His eyes settled on it briefly before flicking up to look into Josie's.

"It's a safe haven. Because you make me feel safe."

He swallowed hard.

"I'd never let anything happen to you, Novak."

"I believe you. Even if you haven't always been my biggest fan."

"I never said that!"

She grinned, "You never had to, I could tell you were always trying to keep me at arm's length, Drake."

He stared into her eyes for a long time before he offered, "I…if I didn't keep you close I could ignore what I was feeling. It would be easier when you and Liam…"

"Drake, I was never in love with Liam. I care about him in the same way that you do. "

"But he would move the sun and the moon for you! I just…I don't understand why you would choose me. Liam can give you everything and-"

Josie reached up and placed her forefinger over his lips.

"Life with Liam will always be a whirlwind. Tours and balls and meetings and hidden moments in the hedge maze. Drake, my whole life has been…well a series of unfortunate events. Nowhere has ever felt like home. Everyone has always felt temporary. Coming to Cordonia made that worse. I've been in the center of a maelstrom, especially since the coronation and I…I don't blame Liam, I don't. But, he hasn't been here by my side; and yet…in the middle of my chaos, there was you. Every single time I needed someone, you were there. After everything…I never cared about Liam's wealth. So it doesn't bother me to turn it down for the most valuable things life can offer: love, steadfastness, loyalty. You offer me all of those things, Drake Walker. And in my mind you're worth a thousand Liams."

In a flash Drake's lips were upon hers, his hands coming up to tenderly cup her face on each side. Josie's eyes squeezed shut as she gripped the denim at his waist returning his sentiment. When finally they parted Drake rested his forehead on hers with more clarity in his eyes than she'd seen from his all night.

"I don't know what I ever did to deserve you, Novak…Josie, but I swear I'll never stop trying to be worthy of you." He whispered reverently. She grazed her hand down his cheek, a shiver going down his spine at her touch.

"You couldn't get rid of me now if you tried."

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capybaraonabicycle · 1 year

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you're welcome! :)

OH 😮 That's quite a collection! 😍😍😍 Thank you so much! I'm feeling like I'm Sissi <3

Do you actually want 3+50 sentences?👀 I thought I'd give you 50 sentences split into 3 wip-s, I hope that's alright?

On Flying and Landing (River Song x Stormcage!Reader)

“Who?” you asked, confused, “The Doctor?” “Yes, of course, the Doctor”, River answered, no less confused. “But…you killed…the Doctor?” Slowly, realisation was hitting you and an ice-cold pit formed in your stomach. You rose from River’s body, drawing away from her hand at your ear. “Yes” she said, slowly. “I thought you were aware of that.” “Your husband” you said, not wanting to believe what she was saying. “You said you killed your husband!” “Yes, my husband, the Doctor”, River repeated, and you shook your head desperately. “We’re married, you know that. I’ve referred to him as my husband for all the time we've known each other.” “But you have dozens of husbands”, you exclaimed, slowly backing away from her into a seating position. “I didn’t know you killed the Doctor.”

2. Dancing with the Doctor (Dancing with the Stars - Human - AU)

“I know you can” River stressed. “I am sure you two will make me look as radiant as ever.” “That’s not our costumes, that’s just you” Vastra said and her dismissive tone made clear that it was rather false modesty than an attempt at flirting. Jenny still took offence. “Oi!” she complained, wiggling her ring into Vastra’s face. “Married.” “I don’t mind” River said with a sly smile and Jenny rolled her eyes at her. Bill was looking from one woman to the other, seemingly beyond fascinated with the exchange. “I think I’m starting to get what Yaz meant” she murmured. “About me fitting right in.” River laughed heartily. “Of course you will, love.”

3. Without Title (The Paternoster Gang adopt a child)

“I think Madam and Thomas are finally ready to become friends.” “Pffr, friendship” Strax huffed and Jenny almost rolled her eyes. It was sometimes difficult to speak in terms he could appreciate. “Confederates” she corrected herself and now Strax beamed. “That was high time” he found, and Jenny could only agree. “I’ve been preparing a mildly deathly threat for the two already” Strax recounted happily while munching his food. “To get them to bond.” “You have?” Jenny asked surprised. “Of course” he nodded. “Shame that the lava bomb will go to waste now. Perhaps I can remodel it for my next Glasgow vacation.” “Well, that would be lovely, wouldn’t it?” Jenny tried to cheer him up, secretly happy neither her wife nor her son would get anywhere near a lava bomb now. “I’m sure the guys will appreciate it.” Strax nodded readily. “I shall take up the task immediately…after dinner, of course.” He still sounded a little bitter about that. “Maybe we can finish quickly today” Jenny offered him as consolation. “And take the dessert up to Madam and Thomas. I’m sure some pudding can only help forging friendsh-…alliances.” “That sounds like an excellent plan” Strax grinned, immediately shoving his plate away. “Let’s go right now.” With a little sigh, Jenny complied. She could always work on re-introducing table manners tomorrow.

Quite a bit of Paternoster Gang here (they also play a very minor role in the first WIP) and some River and Bill for you <3 Seriously, I had a variety to pick from - I have way too many WIPs. I hope you like the snippets! (And I hope I will finish them some day. Two of the three I've been carrying around for about 2 years now, the last one about one year, so...there's still a chance?)

#thank you so much for the rose bouquet!!#🥰🥰🥰#I'm surprised there are that many sissi gifs tbh #not one of the scene I actually wanted but that one fits the sentiment too #paternoster gang #river song #doctor who fanfiction

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bo-bo-bean · 2 years

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Puffed Cheeks and Creamy Smiles

~Chef Saltbaker's Famous Cream Puffs~

The sign in front clearly displayed the return of a favorite pastry in yellow chalk, letters soft, yet professional. Perfect for such a sunny day where the sun itself gave a bright smile down to everyone in town.

Chalice, who was as cheery as ever, returned the smile back to him and to everyone who met her glance. They couldn't help but grin back, some beaming so big, their teeth peering through.

Yes, no one could frown with Chalice around. And yet… the sign that had Chalice's eyes became competition. She LOVED Saltbaker's cream puffs! So creamy and puffy!

Eagerly, she opened the door, the bell ringing, signalling a customer arrived.

"Coming!" called a voice from behind the doors. Patiently, Chalice sat herself by the island, whistling a tune and kicking her legs happily. Recognizing the tune, Saltbaker came out, not looking up yet as he had a tray of cookies in his mitts.

"Hello Chalice!" he greeted her with a smile finally as he put the cookies in the shelves. They smelled so good, looked so plump, and oh so chocolatey! Chalice wondered if she really wanted some cookies or a cream puff, but she knew her stomach was begging for the later.

"Hello, Chef!" she waved, wiggling her fingers as she did so. "I saw the sign outside! Golly, do you really have your cream puffs back again!?"

"That, I do, Chalice, that, I do!" he answered. "I'm filling them right now! I… don't suppose you want to see how I do so?"

"Oh, I do!" she erratically nodded.

With a swing of the stool, she spun around in it and plopped on the floor, her heels clacking on the hard floor. She went to the kitchen in the back, looking around.

The counters were full of ingredients, already everything being a mess. Some stained aprons hung on the wall, ovens blazing and custard and creams in the ice box. It was a glorious sight…!

He led her to a baking pan with cooled puffs, already golden brown. She picked her lips in hunger and excitement, but felt Chef hold her back.

"Now, let's see," he started as he held up a large piping back full of vanilla white custard. "You can't go TOO hard and there is such a thing as too much cream…!"

"I don't believe so," Chalice giggles, half joking, half serious. This earned a chuckle from the big man who cradled the bag, squeezing in the cream gently. It filled the puffed pastry until he knew it was enough, ending the squirt with a final twirl. Chef added some powdered sugar on top and voila! There was a beautiful cream puff before her!

"And there we have it!"

"Oh it's beautiful!" Chalice clasped her hands. She tried reaching for it, but suddenly felt something poke her side. She squealed, looking down to see a wooden spoon being held by SaltBaker.

"Now now, you must wait," he wagged the spoon at her, threatening to poke her again. With a giggle, she nodded and Saltbaker went back to filling the puffs. When she thought he was distracted, she tried reaching for the same puff when she felt another poke.

"Eeheep! H-how did you know…!?" she gave a pout.

"I know you," he answered as plain as that. She huffed and leaned on the counter with her chin, looking at the glamorous pastry in front of her. It was BEGGING to let her taste. Let her take a bite and be covered in custard…!

When he finished piping half the tray, SaltBaker put the bag down. Chalice, beaming, saw her chance.

With one movement, she took her hand and squished at his side. He yelped and snorted out, waving his hand at her. "H-hehehey!"

"You gonna let me have it now?" she asked in the most innocent tone she could muster. She even held her hands under her chin and swayed side to side.

"Noho…!" he shook his head with a smile. "You need to be patient…!"

"I've been patient…!" she stomped her heel. He offered a shrug of half sympathy, reaching for the bag. She studied him a little, then got an idea she thought would be brilliant and work to her liking. "Then I'll have something JUST as sweet!"

Before he could ask, a quizzical glance was met with Chalice grabbing both of bis sides and squeezing. Another snort enveloped into laughter as he couldn't help but hunch over slightly.

"Chahahahalice I'm wohohorking!"

"Aw, boo! Should have thought of that when you allowed me back here!"

She kneaded up and down his sides, creating different pitches of squeals and laughs. "I'm making bread like you, Chef! Only this bread might be too sweet with all your laughter!"

"Chahahalice! EEEEHEEEE!! Nohoho stahahaHEEHAAHAHAAP!!"

He squirmed in place, eventually facing her, which gave her all the invitation to his big chef belly. She ran her wiggling fingers all over, which made the poor chef fall over on the floor. Chalice took this chance to climb on top of him and shove her arms under his arms. The scream that came from chef was GLORIOUS.

"AAAAYEEHEEHEEHEEEHEEEEE!!! NOHOHOHO NAHAHAHAT THERE HAHAHAHAAAAA!!! S-STOHOHOHOP NOHOHOHO!!"

"Mmmm depends! Can I have a pastry now?"

"Y-YOOHOOHOOU HAHAHAA!! CAN HAHAHAVE A COOHOOHOOHOOKIE!!"

"Aww what a shame, chef! You would've gotten out of THIS too!"

He opened one eye to see her bowl a raspberry into his neck. He flailed his arms about, legs kicking, tears starting to form at the ends of his eyes.

She giggled at his reaction of absolute ticklish joy and was about to blow another when two large hands grabbed at her.

"Nohoo…!" he sputtered. "N-nohow I told you no…! But since you want to play that game… let's play!"

Chalice didn't have a change to beg as he put her on the ground gently and prodded her sides and belly like he was testing ingredients.

"Ohoho nohohoho!! Chehehehef I'm sorreeheeheehee!"

"Now now, you should have thought your plan out… BATTER!"

Oh the jokes. Oh the bakery dad jokes. Usually, Chalice would cringe at these, but for SOME reason, she was laughing at them! Maybe the fingers pinching at her ribs was a helping hand with that, but who knows?

"Th-thahahahat's so bahahahahad!!" she squealed, trying to push away his hands. They were so slick, however, it was hard to even get a grip.

"Well if you hadn't tried that "whisk"y stunt, you wouldn't have to hear my amazing jokes, now would you?"

"Chehehahahahahaf!!"

"What is that term you kiddos use? Your laughter is my JAM?"

He tweaked his fingers under her arms, now, making her squeeze her arms on his hands, which only trapped them there for him to tickle more.

"NOHOHO MOHOHOHOOORE!"

"Awww you're laughter is so contagious, you're gonna BAKE me laugh along!"

With one final flutter of his fingers to her neck, he let her go, making her wheeze on the floor, giggling and still holding herself.

With a smile, he took the cream puff and offered it.

"H… huh…? Really…?"

"You were patient," he nodded with a smile. "The cream just had to set…!"

She gasped in and took it, about to take a bite… then looked at him.

"... You ever tried your own cream puffs?"

"Oh, hmm," he rubbed his chin. "Golly, it's been a little while."

With that, Chalice happily split up the puff and offered it. Saltbaker looked at the piece in her hand, then, with a grin, took it and happily ate with her, enjoying his break.

Yes, no one could make anyone smile like Chalice does. That, and Chef Saltbaker's Famous Cream Puffs.

#cuphead delicious last course #cuphead #ms chalice #chef saltbaker #baking puns #like so much #love baking puns

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shaunsummers · 1 year

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Tek's Birthday!

Robin loudly chortles at Quinn's response but her head turns at all the noise; mostly from Aiden. Yeah, good luck to them making it up those stairs. The son was fucked up. "Sierra?" She turns her attention to Sam with a repressed, worried smile. "Oh, she could throw you but, I don't know, maybe you'll like that sort of thing." She shrugs, hell, there was no way Sam was winning even if she stood strong against Siren. Sierra was a whole different class. "Have fun!"

With the elegance of a newborn calf, Aiden passes up Beatrix's hand to place both of his on her chest for balance. They were so soft, he couldn't resist. "We never broke up! We got married! Happily married! Oh, the ceremony was beautiful. But she keeps cheating on me with tattooed charlatans!"

"I'm not apologizing!" Siren shouts as she leads Devin into the house.

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"So I've heard." Beatrix's eyes follow Siren's exit, but at the sudden pressure on her chest, they trail down to his hands with a light laugh. "I'm assuming it's an open marriage. Naturally." She wiggles her chest in his hands.

"But you're cheating on me right now!" Tek defends herself, but couldn't blame Aiden for the possible fascination with Beatrix's boobs. If he knew their A+ quality as pillows, it could surely and swiftly initiate their divorce. "With a tattooed charlatan! And a slut. You're supposed to be holding me and you're just holding her massive funbags! I'm jealous."

"We can make it a threesome. Everyone wins." Sierra was just standing there with mild anxiety to get to the match, so Beatrix laughs, cutting off Aiden's fondling as she takes Tek into her arms. "You can even have a free birthday grope."

"For real?" Tek giggles, but doesn't give her a chance to take it back, smushing Beatrix's sweater puppies together with her hands. "They are fun..." Still engaged in the idle jiggling, she twists her head back to Sierra with a beaming smile. "Good luck out there! My money's on you!"

"Well...damn." Sam didn't miss the subtle cues that she was likely to get annihilated, but she chose not to answer the bit about her liking it. Sierra was cute, but also taken, and Sam respected that. "At least I made it to the semi-finals. I made it further than I thought I would, anyways. Wish me luck and not to break a leg." She chuckles before finally heading out into the grass.

"Remember, no booty bumpin'!" Quinn taunts with a grin. "You'll get disqualified!"

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dreaminlittlenightmares · 2 years

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Here's a prompt, the Thin Man finds out that there's a HR office in the Tower and decides to go and shares some complaints about his employment. Bonus if he brings the Lady as backup.

HC that the Tower HR department is like the Station Management from Welcome to Night Vale

Title: HR stands for ... Word Count: 952 Characters: the Lady, the Thin Man, a Tower Eye

The Lady and the Thin Man stood outside the door with the letters "H.R." on it. There was nothing particular special about it, not the bronze letters or the dull wood, or that there was no door handle. However, the fact that this mysterious door materialized out of nowhere was what made it peculiar. Nothing happened in the Transmission Tower without the Thin Man knowing about it...except this.

"It's Human Resources," the Lady sighed, "Which is weird taking that you're the only human here, aside from Mono."

"Thank you, Mistress," the Thin Man replied sarcastically, "And here I thought "H.R." stood for "humor redacted"."

"Oh haha, old man." The Lady shook her head. "So...?"

"How the hell did this come here?" The Thin Man questioned, "I know everything about this Tower, but this thing just showed up out of nowhere one day."

"Did you ask the Eyes?" the Lady asked.

"Yes..."

"And?"

The Thin Man shrugged his shoulders. "They won't answer me. I know I didn't create this, so I have no idea what this is."

The Lady examined the mysterious door once more. "Did you try to open it?"

"Yeap," he answered, "I've tried knocking, pushing, kicking, and time magic. I've tried an axe and the thing ricocheted off of it. So, I figured it brute force or my powers can't open it, I'll call the Witch."

The Lady pursed her lips behind her mask. She didn't like that nickname, even though it was a fitting one for her. "Okay, let me see..." She walked up to the door and lightly touched the dry, greying wood. As soon as her sharp nails grazed the door, it disintegrated on contact.

The Thin Man's eyes widen in disbelief. "Hooowww?"

"Magic," she snickered, wiggling her fingers in triumph.

The Thin Man sighed in defeat. "So, what do I do now? What does a H.R. office do?"

"Well, as someone who runs her own business with an iron fist, I'm not entirely sure. But, if I can to guess, you go there to complain about your employment, like no breaks and long hours." The Lady looked back at her tall friend. "You have an exhausting job. Now's your chance to tell someone besides me about it."

The Thin Man quickly and carefully thought over this opportunity. His job on maintaining the Transmission was indeed exhausting. But, he's gotten used to it over the years as a broadcaster. This would be a good chance to bring up his grievances, but...he was hesitant to go in.

"I'll be right out here if they do anything." The Lady placed a reassuring hand on his arm. If anything, that was all he needed to make a decision.

"Okay," he nodded, "Guess it won't hurt that much." The Thin Man went inside the room to find a desk, a light, and a chair waiting for him. Behind the desk is one of the Tower Eyes. It beamed happily at the sight of him.

"Ah! You’ve finally arrived!" the Eye shouted, "Great, now we can go over your file!"

"My...what?" The Thin Man walked closer to the desk.

"Yes, yes! It's all here!" A folder flipped over and a stack of papers fluttered out of it. "Let's see here. Oh...this isn't good. So many complaints. Smoking in the editing room, questionable decisions made for series endings, and oh! Oh my! There's a record of you airing only commercials on April 1st every year for the past 40 years."

The Thin Man knew all of those as he was guilty for all of them, but that second one annoyed him. "I spend most of time maintaining the Transmission with my overzealous schedule. Shooting and editing five different shows at the same time on the same day is taxing. And that's still putting in time to schedule movie or show marathons."

"Hmph, not an excuse for the lackluster endings for most shows," the Eye retorted.

The Thin Man gritted his teeth. "If I had some time off to step away and take a break, that can help refresh my creativity instead of running on fumes."

"Denied," the Eye said flatly, "We need to keep the Viewers entertained, even during down times. The faster you work and complete enough content, the more the Viewers can consume and be consumed by it. That has always been the way."

"I disagree." The Lady emerged from the shadows and stood by the Thin Man.

"What is she doing here!?" the Eye shouted.

"While I have no doubts the Broadcaster's work is invaluable, you shouldn't rush art. It makes the end product poorly received and the ratings will go down, thus leading to many shows to be cancelled. And I'm sure less content for the masses will not keep the audience captivated as they should. Allow the Mr. Broadcaster more needed breaks, even allowing him vacation time. He's a hard worker and the time off will help refresh his mind and inspire him to create even better content."

The Eye paused for a long minute. "Hmm, hmmm, hmmmm! Yes, yes, I see! Very well!" The Eye nodded contently. "One week vacation, starting now!"

Suddenly, the Lady and the Thin Man were hurled out of the H.R. office and into a different but more familiar part of the Tower. There was a television screen floating nearby that showed an image of a sunny beach with rolling, blue waves. The Thin Man and the Lady looked at it.

"Thank you for you help," the Thin Man said sheepishly.

"You're welcome..."

"Wanna go on vacation?" It was a bold request by the older man, and one that he blurted out without thinking.

The Lady hummed happily. "I'd thought you never ask."

#little nightmares #the Thin Man #the Lady #dream granted #short dapples

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abutchdisaster · 2 years

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Things I'd do for a cute girl: part 10

Featuring: Puzzles!

I've always wanted to try one, so I buy an escape room game kit, invite you over and we play while drinking hot chocolate. I end up getting so confused you have to explain how we got where we were, twice. Eventually we figure it out and you wiggle about happily

I buy a big anime puzzle of one I got you in to. We start building it after the final episode, a sort of farewell to the story. We finish it and leave it out on my floor. After you go home, I spray sealer on it so it won't come apart, then add stuff to hang it. The next time you come to watch something with me I show you it. It's yours now.

We send each other word puzzles or decoding puzzles that we found and solved, see how long it takes each other to find the answers. Joke and compare about who did it faster or slower and why.

#things id do for a cute girl #sapphic #stone butch #wlw #nblw #nonbinary #lesbian

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cherryeol04 · 1 year

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Action! | Ch. 20

Genre: Humor, Romance, Slice of life?, Crackheadedness

Pairings: BaekRen, MinRon

Work Count: 1.2K

Summary: From the moment he was casted, Ren wasn't sure if he had what it would take to be a pop idol. Losing faith in himself, he was going to give up the future he had always wanted, but one person stood by his side and renewed his faith. After a hot debut and rapid growth of stardom, Ren started to notice that maybe this person, his close friend, was something more. But how could a straight man even remotely think of a homosexual relationship?

Warnings: Homophobia, some smut (chapters will be marked)

A/N: I wrote this series back in 2012 and used OCs and over the top writing style for arguments. Whoops. Lmao it’s pretty decent though, so I hope you enjoy!

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Aron’s POV

The weekend, I thought it would never get here. Finally Baekho would be back and I could confront the other with his behavior. Not that his behavior was bad, it was just he was acting crazy. He was doing things without regard to Ren's feelings, and our reputation. He needed his intervention for sure. I sat anxiously on the couch, watching the door, jerking and twitching at every noise that echoed through the house.

"Aron."

I jumped, glancing back as Ren stood behind the couch. "What is it Rennie?" I asked.

"I'm going to gather the others. There's something I need to talk to everyone about." Ren said and sighed.

"Okay. Do you want to wait? Baekho is going to be home soon." I reminded him. He looked a bit upset at the mention of the other. I knew why, and I wish I would have kept my mouth shut, but maybe whatever the other was going to say would help clear up the issues between the two of them.

"I guess. I'll get them gathered, but if he's not here by then, I'm just going to tell you all and be on my way." Ren said. I nodded and watched him leave to gather Minhyun and JR, wherever they were in the house. We were all gathered and Ren was getting ready to tell us what he wanted to say when the door to our dorm opened and luggage was dropped.

"I'm back!"

We all sat there, watching as Baekho came in, grinning happily at us. "Hey guys. I'm back." he announced again.

"We heard you the first time." Minhyun said and smiled slightly. "Welcome back. How was your trip?" he asked.

"It was amazing!" Baekho said as he came and sat, wiggling himself between me and Minhyun. "The vacation was great; the challenges were hard but entertaining." His head nodded with each thing he said, as if verifying to himself that it was a good trip. "And Uee noona and I have gotten really close. In fact, she asked me out on a date outside of the show."

I raised a brow at that. I was happy for Baekho, but at the same time, that's not something I wanted to hear. He was ruining everything. If he keeps this up, our group is going to be torn apart. Well maybe not torn apart completely, but nearly.

"That's wonderful Baekho-hyung." Minhyun said and patted his shoulder.

"So, what have you guys been up to since I've been gone?"

"Well Aron-" Ren cut Minhyun off.

"I have something to say." Ren said firmly, avoiding staring at Baekho.

"What is it Rennie?" I asked.

"Well...I've thought about this a lot and I've decided that I'm leaving."

"Oh? So you have another place you're going to live at? Or back with your parents?" JR asked.

"No. I'm leaving...the group." Ren said and sighed softly.

"What? But you can't!" Minhyun said.

"I'm sorry. I thought about this a lot and...It’s my decision. I've already let manager-hyung know. My things are already packed and in the car." he said.

"When did you do all this?" I was confused.

"While everyone was just...wherever." Ren said and shrugged. "I'm leaving now." he said. "I'm sorry for this, but I have to do this."

"Why?" Minhyun asked. Ren looked up at him and frowned.

"You know why." Ren answered. He turned and walked off then. We all sat in stunned silence as the door of the dorm opened and closed. I don't know how long we sat there, but it seemed like an eternity. Finally, I came back to my senses and turned to Baekho, frowning.

"This is all your fault."

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Minhyun’s POV

“You know why.” I did know why. But I never thought he would actually leave. I knew Ren was hurting with everything that was going on with Baekho, but I never thought he would honestly leave. I thought maybe, with Aron’s little intervention plan, that we could get Baekho to see what he was doing to Ren. And if anything, at least get the other to be a bit more discrete with his relationship.

But apparently that wasn’t going to happen. Instead, the male decided to waltz in and announce he had a date with Uee noona. Not that I hold anything against Baekho or Uee noona, she’s innocent in this whole thing and he’s just plain blind. Still…I just wish it didn’t have to come to this.

“This is all your fault.” I turned, listening as Aron blamed Baekho for Ren’s departure. The other gave such a confused expression on his face. He really couldn’t understand what was going on. I sighed and patted Baekho’s shoulder.

“Aron, he doesn’t know.” I reminded.

“Well he should.” Aron snapped before standing and leaving.

“What? What don’t I know? What did I miss?” Baekho asked, turning to me for answers. I sighed and shook my head.

“Hyung…Ren really likes you.”

“I know. We’re best friends.” Baekho said. “This is why I don’t understand.”

“No hyung, Ren likes you.” I said once more. When I got the same ‘I know, duh’ look, I sighed. “His feelings for you are more than just friendship. He loves you.” I finally spelled it out for him. I have to say that blond hair dye suits Baekho’s personality perfectly.

“Loves me?” he asked in disbelief.

“Yes. And because of this show and your relationship, it’s hurting him so much that he just can’t stand to be here.” I answered.

“I’m the reason he left? No…I’m not the reason he left.” Baekho protested. “That makes no sense.”

“Sure it does. When your heart longs for someone so much and you can’t have them, it can be unbearable that you just run away.” I tried to explain.

“That’s bullshit.” Baekho said and I was taken aback by his words. “If that were true, you would have left when JR acted like an asshole.”

“Hey!” JR protested and sighed. “I’m staying out of this.” He said and got up, leaving us alone.

“Not everyone acts like that Baekho. People react differently to heartbreak.”

“It’s not heartbreak!” Baekho nearly shouted. “Ren’s just being a big baby. He’s just jealous that I’m dating Uee noona and he’s not. I always knew he was jealous of me and would try and bring me down.” He said.

“You’re such an idiot!” I shouted at him and stood, glaring. “I don’t know if you and JR share the same brain cells, but you’re utterly ridiculous. You’re so blinded by your stupidity that you haven’t noticed the pain and hurt you’ve put Ren through! You’re a fucking jerk!” I snapped. I turned and stormed out of there before I could say anything more. It was bad enough we were losing Ren; we didn’t need any more loss. Maybe we could salvage what was broken, but I highly doubt it.

“Yah! Don’t you talk to me like that Hwang Minhyun! Learn some manners!” Baekho shouted after me. I felt the urge to go back and start screaming at him about manners, but I refrained myself. Instead, I thought maybe I would go and try and stop Ren from leaving. Putting on my shoes, I left the dorm, running downstairs.

But when I got outside, the van and his things were gone. Ren was gone.

Nu’est is broken…

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“would you still love me if I turned into a worm?” | blurbs

🌱 pairings: reader x blaise zabini, cedric diggory, draco malfoy, fred weasley, george weasley, harry potter, hermione granger, luna lovegood, neville longbottom (sorted in alphabetical order)

🌱 warning tags: language, probably

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Blaise Zabini

“A what, now?” your boyfriend asks, halting the movements of his quill to look up at you; brows furrowed as if it’s the most absurd thing he has ever heard in his entire life.

“You know, those wiggly things that—”

“I know what worms are, (y/n). But what the hell?”

“Dunno,” you shrug. “I’m bored.”

“So you thought about what it’d be like to turn into a worm?” his eyes narrow out of pure bewilderment, blinking once, twice, as he finally turns back to his unfinished essay. “Sometimes I wonder what goes on in that head of yours.”

“Not my fault you’re taking so long with that assignment,” you grumble as you begin to shift on the puffy couch, feeling somewhat annoyed by how cold and empty it is without the other boy in it. “And besides, you love me.”

An amused chuckle escapes his lips. “Can’t say that I don’t.”

“Even as a worm?”

“Will you stop asking if I said yes?”

You nod happily, giving him the answer he needs— or well, wants, really. Even though Blaise couldn’t quite understand the pointless question, he knows it’s significant to an extent.

“Yeah, alright. I would. Now give me five minutes and we can get out of here. Deal?”

A glint of satisfaction flashes through your eyes as you give him a hum in return, thinking to yourself that maybe the silly questions could be more useful than you thought.

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Cedric Diggory

The moment the words leave your mouth, Cedric's first reaction is to laugh. He didn't mean for it to come out in a condescending way. He hadn't even meant to laugh, to begin with. But judging by the way you pout with both arms crossed, that might just have been how it came accross.

"I'm sorry," he offers sheepishly. "you were saying?"

"You heard me. I said what I've said," you grumble, despite not being genuinely upset at the hufflepuff boy you've grown to love.

"Wait, I need to get this straight," he takes another breath of air. "You're serious?"

"What do you think?" you pout once again, turning away slightly from your boyfriend. This only seems to ignite his amusement as much as it does his guilt. A second or two later, his arm finds its way around your shoulder, the other brushing a few strands of hair behind your ear.

"You really haven't figured it out yet?" he asks with a genuine grin on his face. You begin to eye him curiously, appreciating the charm of his pearly white teeth as you wait for the boy to go on. Soon, he pulls you into his lap where his arms craddle you lovingly.

"Sunshine," he begins. "I'm surprised you still have to ask. But if that's one way of putting my love for you, then yes. You'd be my favorite worm in the entire world."

"Promise?" you present your pinkie finger as a final means to seal the deal.

With one last chuckle, he wraps his fingers around yours. "Promise."

Everything that happens next is a flurry of innocent pecks and kisses planted along your skin, coupled with the security of two warm arms holding you in place.

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Draco Malfoy

"And what exactly do you expect me to say to that?" comes his first response after a long moment of trying to figure out just how in Merlin's name your mind came up with that question.

You, on the other hand, can't help but giggle at the slytherin boy's confusion. "Whatever's on your mind right now will do."

"Well, to be honest with you, I can't quite stomach the idea of my own girlfriend turning into a bloody worm." he nearly spits the words out, softening his edge only when your eyes meet once again. "If you were expecting a different answer, I suggest moving on to the next bloke."

Draco wasn't lying about that first bit. Worms have always been an insignificant, unseen creature in his world; wiggling in the muckiest of places where they could easily be stepped on. Hence, he doesn't like to imagine you—someone so perfectly ethereal and quintessential in every single way; the only source of light shining into his pathetic excuse of a life—to be compared to a dirty worm, of all things.

"That doesn't mean I don't love you, though," he adds in a bit of a guilty tone; voice much, much softer this time. He brings your hand to his lips, dropping a few kisses on its skin. "I just much prefer having you as you already are."

You snuggle deeper into him, indicating that you already know exactly what he means.

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Fred Weasley

“A worm!” Fred exclaims, nearly forgetting the food on his plate altogether. "What a brilliant idea!"

A few seats away, you can already see Ginny clamping her mouth shut as to not burst into fireworks of laughter. You mirror her gesture, eyes now on Fred once again, watching him announce this idea of yours to your entire group of friends.

Ron, who's not that thrilled to see his brother's public displays of affection, lets out a groan. "Wouldn't have asked him that if I were you."

"You think so?" comes your reply. "He seems to be having a lot of fun with this." you both glance at Fred, who is indeed already coming up with some sort of thrilling plot.

"Did you hear that, George?"

"Sure did, Fred."

"I reckon we could come up with a potion for that," he muses, turning back to look at you. "Give me a week or two and we can start living out that worm dream of yours, love."

"Wait, Freddie, you're getting it all wrong," you begin explaining, tugging on the boy's sleeve slightly to keep his attention on you, "It was just a silly little question. I don't actually plan on turning into a worm or anything like that."

At this point, you half expect his enthusiasm to die down from the grounding effect of your words. In reality, it doesn't.

"S'that so?" he replies, earning a nod from you. "Looks like you're missing the bigger picture to me, (y/n). Isn't that right, George?"

"Right you are, Fred." the said boy affirms. "Sorry, (y/n). I'm with him on this one."

With a sigh, you turn back to Ron, who's busily stuffing his mouth with a look on his face that says I told you so. You shake your head with a small smile at your boyfriend's shenanigans. You're not sure how you can both dread and anticipate the day of his worm adventures.

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George Weasley

"That's a new one," he asserts with an amused laugh. The boy rests his head against one of his palms, feeling instantly intrigued by your proposition. "Now tell me more about this worm business of yours."

"That's about it, actually." you admit sadly.

George frowns at this, wishing he could hear more worm stories and whatnot. Mostly he's just happy to see the way you talk about things passionately. Makes him feel all warm and fuzzy on the inside in a way he can't ever get enough of.

"That's quite alright. I'll do the talking, then." he offers, rubbing his chin to think of what to say next. You light up in your seat, eyes wide in anticipation. Now it's your turn to eagerly wait for his response once again.

"I've got an idea. We could run off and start a new life— as worms!" he beams all of a sudden. You raise a brow for him to go on, not exactly complaining about your boyfriend's excitement towards the topic. "I'm only turning into a worm to make sure I can properly take care of you, of course. Wouldn't want to—er—squash you between my big human fingers, now do we?"

You both erupt into a chorus of laughter at the conjectured image, melting into one another like two fitting puzzle pieces. When you finally catch your breath again, you pose the main question once more, "So I'm concluding you're still going to love me, then?"

"Love you?" he repeats. "Oh darling, I'll be marrying you in a grand worm wedding!"

You can't hold back the gasp that escapes your lips, more than thrilled to have the first mention of marriage between you. Not too long after, you transform into a complete fit of giggles when George continues. "Then we'll happily live our worm lives, 'till death do us apart. Or when, you know, some bloke accidentally steps on us. Whichever comes first."

You lean into him lovingly to steady yourself after all the laughing. Taking a deep breath in, you mumble a soft, "You always know how to make me laugh, Georgie."

And the truth is, he wouldn't have it any other way. Worms or not.

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Hermione Granger

"I'm sorry, I don't think I understand the point of this question."

"Which part, exactly?" you inquire, watching your girlfriend pull out another book from the wooden library shelves.

A few seconds pass before you get your answer. "You're not a worm," she states simply, eyeing you up and down as if to prove her point.

"Yes, thank you for pointing that out, 'Mione," you follow her to the next section. "Which is why I said if I turned into a worm."

The girl looks at you again, analyzing your words and expression briefly before coming to another conclusion. "I still don't understand." she pauses to think. "Unless you might be interested in becoming an Animagus? Even then, opting for a worm wouldn't be very... effective."

You roll your eyes, speeding up to block the girl's way. She lets out a non-committal "Hey!", only for you to quickly muffle it with a warm kiss. A moment or two later, you pull away with a smirk that makes her heart melt. "Just answer the question, would you?"

Still slightly caught off guard from the contact, Hermione finally caves in. "Alright, you cheeky flirt. I love you. Even as a notional worm."

Satisfied with her answer, you plant another peck— this time on her cheek, before announcing a gentle "I love you, too."

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Harry Potter

The way his lips purse into a straight line tells you that Harry doesn't exactly understand the question. Not really, at first. Aside from being an entirely foreign concept to his ears, it also seems like an odd thing to ask someone, unless— "Oh! You're an Animagus!"

The smile on your face instantly drops at this. "What? No—"

"Why didn't you just say so, (y/n)?" he begins what—at the time—you don't know is going to be a nearly endless ramble. "I was planning on telling you this for a while now, but I know someone who's an Animagus, actually. In fact, I think you two would get along fantastically!" he lights up at the sudden idea, flailing his arms in the air out of excitement. "Yes, maybe I can try getting the both of you to meet up. No promises, of course, but what do you think?"

"I think you've got it all wrong," you frown; knowing you would have to disappoint your boyfriend and how you're not very fond of the idea.

"What do you mean?" he asks, albeit barely giving you a second to reply. "(y/n), it's alright, really. You know you don't have to hide yourself from me. Besides, I think it's brilliant!— what you can do, I mean."

The smile he gives you is the epitome of love itself, and now you're not quite sure how to handle the messy situation without pulling out the rug underneath Harry's feet. All you can do is squeeze his shoulder with a guilty smile, promising to talk about it again after dinner.

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Luna Lovegood

"Of course. Worms are lovely, don't you think?" she says with a dreamy smile. You gape at how easily the answer could be pried from your girlfriend; no questions asked. But then again, it's not like you hadn't expected this exact outcome already.

"Really?"

"Mhm," comes her gentle hum as she begins to stir her honeyed chamomile tea. A soft smile stays glued on her features, as if she's enjoying the conversation. "What kind of worm would you like to be, (y/n)?"

"I haven't really thought about it that far," You admit. "Are you sure, though? We won't be able to hold hands or anything like that."

You can't tell if you had just imagined the almost-frown tugging on her lips, because when she looks back up at you again, her sweet signature Luna smile is back in its place. "I suppose you're right. But I could carry you around everywhere with me. Wouldn't that be lovely?"

"It would be," you nod. "but can a worm even fit into that pocket of yours?" you question, noticing how hers are stuffed with unknown items; blades of grass sticking out ever so slightly. Flowers, perhaps.

"Oh, there's nothing to worry about. See?" she pulls out a couple of daisies and fairy foxgloves to reveal a now empty pocket. "Now, would you like some tea?"

You eagerly join her on the table, snuggling against your girlfriend ever so slightly as you both begin to talk about your day. The entire worm ordeal is slowly slipping out of your mind already.

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Neville Longbottom

Neville stops in his tracks at your question, taking a moment to toss the idea back and forth in his mind before he can give you a proper answer. You nearly giggle when his face scrunches up, brows knit and lips parted as he innocently asks, “But why would you turn into a worm?”

"Neville, love, no. It's a hypothetical question."

His entire body relaxes at this, releasing what you assume is a breath of relief. "Oh. I thought you were being serious for a moment there."

You shake your head with a giggle, taking a step closer to adjust the scarf around your boyfriend's neck. "I'm just curious is all. Would you still love me, then?" you ponder.

"Yes! Of course!" comes his instant reply, hands balled up into fists that match the determination on his face. "I would get you a nice worm house with all your favorite flowers in it," he bends one of his gloved finger inwards, beginning to keep count of this hypothetical to-do list. "Would you still be able to have human food? Well, either way, I promise to feed you every single day!"

He pauses, only for a second or two. "Oh! And I'll sing you worm songs! Or maybe we can sing them together? I don't know if you would still be able to talk as a worm though."

You swiftly pull him into an affectionate hug, effectively bringing his rambling—as well as the entire worm topic—to an end. His hands sheepishly find their home around your waist, where he places them softly as if it's his first time hugging you. After all the months of being together, it certainly isn't.

"What was that for?" he dares himself to ask, avoiding your eye contact shyly.

"For being the most loving and adorable boyfriend I could ever ask for," you lean in to plant a soft, gentle kiss on his cheek. You don't miss the way he pulls up his scarf to hide the blossoming blush afterwards.

I have no idea why I wrote this either lol <3

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maijobi · 3 years

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comfort

megumi fushiguro x reader

summary: you land in the hospital because of the first dangerous mission after your high school graduation and megumi beats himself up with the fact that he couldn’t save you on time. so as a tribute to that he visited you every day. but was guilt really the only reason for him putting this much effort for you?

a/n: I originally wrote this story for gojo,, but something about this reminded me of megumi, so I changed it to megumi and honestly I'm happy I changed it. I enjoy writing for gojo because his personality is so fun to write with, but something about megumi fit this perfectly. enjoy reading!!

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you were sitting on the hospital bed, peeling a tangerine that was in the fruit basket that your colleagues had brought. you looked out the window and watched the wind blow the leafs off of the trees. throwing a piece of the tangerine in your mouth, you chewed on the fruit and accidentally allowed a little bit of the juice to slip through your throat, making you cough lightly.

“careful.”

you turned your head from the window to the door that was opened by fushiguro himself. you looked uninterested at him and threw your hand in the air, as if to wave at him.

“don’t want you dying on a tangerine”, he said, genuinely worried.

“dude, it’s just tangerine juice. how wrong could that have gone?”, you asked, turning your gaze back to the window.

you weren’t really paying attention to the trees anymore, only because the old couple that was sitting on a bench seemed a little bit more interesting. it looked like they were having exciting conversation. the woman was waving her hands and had a smile on her face while the man was looking at her with admiration.

“yes, it was also just a mission but look at you now”, he said, walking to the window and closing the curtains, blocking the sunlight which had unknowingly blinded you. he hadn’t noticed you looking outside so when he closed the curtains you turned your gaze to fushiguro.

“did you really just compare a deadly mission to a tangerine?”, you asked, raising an eyebrow.

he let out a sigh, earning a chuckle from you. he had been here visiting you almost every day. you weren’t sure why he did, but after your investigation you figured he did it out of guilt. out of guilt of not being able to protect you. he felt like making it up to you. you could be wrong, but this seemed like the most possible explanation.

he sat down on the chair next to your bed and took the fruit basket. slowly he peeled the apple that he took out of there and sliced them into even pieces.

“you liked apples right?”, he asked. but he already knew the answer so responding didn’t seem necessary. not that he was expecting you to.

he placed the plate on your lap and gave you a toothpick to eat it with. with a small thank you, you ate the apples while he washed the knife.

“what did the doctors say? did they check up on you today?”, he asked as he sat back down on his original spot.

you nodded. “they said I'm doing much better. they said that I might even be able to leave earlier than expected”, you said happily as you chewed on the apple.

“maybe they should keep you in for the originally planned time. you know, just to be sure. don’t want no unexpected incidents to happen”, he said the last in a whisper and dropped his head.

“megumi”, you said, his gaze turning back to you. “why are you so concerned about this? it was just a mission that went wrong. it happens all the time, nothing new. don’t beat yourself up just because you couldn’t protect me on time. I mean in the end you were there. if you weren’t, who knew where I would be now. I'm doing fine, don’t worry”, you said, waving your hands to show you were doing fine.

but you weren’t totally honest with him. even though you were doing better, you still had taken a lot of damage. that being the reason why you were in a lot of pain. you were still as good as paralyzed on both legs. you were hurting, but telling him that might not be the best option.

“yeah, but me not being able to help in time is the reason why you are now paralyzed in bed for the past two weeks”, he said, looking seriously hurt.

“you can be so dramatic sometimes”, you said, rolling your eyes playfully as an attempt to reassure him. “I am a recovery beast”, you said, pursing your lips and doing a bicep pose, showing off your muscles.

a breathy laugh escaped his lips and for the first time in a while he had a genuine smile on his face. the laughter soon died down, but a small smile was still formed on his face.

“you know, that was the first smile I've seen on you ever since I woke up after the incident. megumi we’re 18. we just graduated and stuff like this is supposed to happen on our first real missions as high school graduates in order for us to grow stronger. I bet that when I'm healed I'll be even stronger than I was before”, you said. “plus-”, you said, pulling the covers so that your toes were visible and you wiggled them, “- I can move my toes again.”

a smile of relief formed on his face. it wasn’t enough to reassure him, but enough to make him smile. “I'm happy at least one of us is taking this situation positively”, he said.

“you are such a drama queen”, you snorted. “tell me megumi, what would you do if I actually died.”

his face turned all serious and he thought for a moment. “I don’t like thinking about that, but-”, he said, standing up and walking to the window to look behind the curtains. probably to just think with out having to be distracted by you, “I'd probably stop being a sorcerer.”

“that’s shocking coming from someone that adores his job”, you said with a chuckle. “you like me that much, huh”, you said in a joking way.

he was silent for a minute, before turning his head in your direction. he stared straight into your eyes, but still didn’t say a word. he was chewing the inside of his mouth and thought of the right words to say. but nothing seemed good enough to be said with words.

“say, megumi. why do you help me this much? is it really all because of guilt or is there something more to it”, you genuinely asked. because there was this feeling inside of you that needed a mutual answer.

as if making up his mind he looked at you with a confident look. “because I like you. and even if you don’t share the same feelings, I won’t stop caring for you. I want you and I'll do my best to prove that to you. I'll prove that I am worth it.”

“who said I didn’t”, you said in a serious tone. “who said I didn’t like you.”

it wasn’t a sight you were used to see, but seeing megumi turn his head slightly to the side and seeing the redness form on his skin made you blush yourself. he wasn’t the one who’s emotions you could read easily, so when stuff like this happened you just felt a warmness inside of you. something that told you that he was comfortable enough to show this side of him to you.

“don’t say stuff like this, I might get the wrong idea”, he said in a low voice, still hiding his face.

“maybe that’s what I was hoping for”, you said. you scooted to the side, making just enough space to fit another person. “wanna join in?”

how could he even possibly say no to such a request? so without a word he made his way to sit next to you, taking off his shoes before sitting on the bed. he sat down next to you, under the covers. he had this slight awkward pose, but when you scooted closer to him you felt him relax next to you.

you rested your head against his shoulder. “you know, megumi. I enjoy being with you. I'm not sure how you do it, but you just make me feel safe. even if you think otherwise, I do feel a sense of safety. so if it’s not too much to ask. could you stay by my side until I’m recovered? will you be here until I can finally stand on my own?”

“I'll stay with you even after that”, he said resting his head on yours. “I don’t plan on going anywhere else.” he had said the last in a whisper.

“good”, you said while closing your eyes. you felt drowsy and without hesitation you let sleep take over you. “thank you.”

“anytime”, he said while pulling the cover more over your body. “rest well.”

you didn’t have the energy to respond to that, but it didn’t really matter. the way you let your body completely fall on his was enough for him to understand that you had already fallen asleep. but the warm kiss he planted on your head was the real reason why you completely gave your body to slumber. because his touch was comforting to you.

that's how you woke up to him holding you tightly against his chest while he was asleep. a smile creeped on your face. this was probably the most amount of sleep he had gotten in days, so waking him up now was not something you planned to do. instead you pressed your face to his chest. his scent filling your nose as it calmed you down. falling asleep like this wasn’t bad at all. and just before sleep could fully take you over, you felt his embrace tighten around you, as if to show that he was there for you and that he was planning to stay, because that was his main goal. to protect you and for you to be able to protect him.

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funkwhistle · 3 years

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Bruises

Pairing: Dutch Van Der Linde x fem!Reader

Warnings: Fluff, a little bit of dubious content later

Prompt: 3.3k - Reader and Dutch being a secret thing in camp and at Clemens Point reader removes more clothes/changes and reveals these almighty hickeys and finger shaped bruises covering their body. - from @dragonwolf121 -

(Image is mine - don’t reupload without credit)

The hot summer rain had let up for a few minutes this morning, but it was back with vengeance by noon, drumming heavily on the tents and turning the usually dry grass in camp into muddy swathes. Cain loved these, of course, rolling in them and shaking mud on everything whenever he could. Miss Grimshaw had let you off any jobs which required you to leave the little shelter provided by the girls' wagon. Occasionally, someone left camp for some reason, and returned a few hours later looking dishevelled and like a drowned rat; even though the rain was warm, the air was cooling rapidly.

You were sitting cutting vegetables for the stew next to Tilly, watching as the rain created ripples on the lake. On the other side of camp, Arthur and Dutch were huddled, whispering, in the opening to the latter's tent, although it mostly involved pointing at the rain and scowling. As you were watching them, Dutch caught your eye and you could see the faintest hint of a smile crossing his face as he looked at you, turning back to the conversation before Arthur caught what he was looking at.

Just his look alone made you forget what you'd been doing, your heart dancing happily in your chest at the fact he was happy to see you. Chancing another glance, you could tell he wasn't as absorbed in the conversation as before, his eyes kept flitting to yours over Arthur's shoulder and he kept shifting awkwardly. You hoped he was thinking of what you were; how the pair of you had spent the majority of the last night.

You sighed as he moved, placing languid, open-mouthed kisses on your jawline. His hands held the top of your thighs, digging bruises into your skin as you straddled his lap on the bed, head tilted to the side to give him better access to your neck. The pair of you had been at this for a while, enjoying the comfort of the other's arms, and the soft kisses you placed on each other. Dutch, however, clearly had other ideas as he rolled his hips into yours, making you let out another breathy sigh, aware that all that was separating you from the rest of camp was four thin canvas walls.

“I've missed this,” he hummed, attacking your neck again with kisses which made your eyes flutter closed. He'd been away on a job with the Sheriff for a few days, and tonight was the first night the pair of you could reunite without suspicion. You couldn't remember how you'd lived at camp before seeing him, these illicit nighttime visits brought a thrill to your comparatively mundane life.

Much to your disappointment, however, he pulled away from you, allowing the both of you to catch a breath and look at the other's face; the pupils in his dark eyes were blown wide, and his usually well-pomaded hair was ruffled as a result of your roaming hands. You loved to see him like this, the usually powerful gang leader covered in smudged lipstick and eyes full of lust for you. Just thinking this made you smile, and you kissed him again, making him groan a little as you rolled your hips.

“Hello? Are you in there?” Tilly was waving her hand in front of your face, shaking you back into the present and making you realise you'd been staring into the distance, vegetables long forgotten in front of you. “What were you thinking about?” she asked, moving to sit beside you again, she was sewing Karen's dress which had a fresh tear in.

“Obviously it was something saucy, she's gone all red!” Mary-Beth laughed, throwing a cloth at you. You knew she loved the romance books, her nose always buried in one, driving Miss Grimshaw mad and making the rest of camp laugh. Shaking your head dismissively at Mary-Beth, you laughed their comments off, repressing the memory in favour of chopping tonight's stew vegetables.

The remainder of the afternoon passed without interest, the rain stopped as the evening drew in, allowing you to leave the wagon and walk around camp to stretch your legs. You'd walked to the edge of camp, sitting on a damp branch to look out over the lake when you heard footsteps behind you. Knowing you were outside camp now, you hand found the knife in your boot, wrapping your fingers around the familiar handle as the footsteps neared. Heart pounding, you spun around to point the knife at the oncoming stranger.

“Well, that's one way to greet me,” Dutch chuckled lightly, grabbing your hand and redirecting the knife away from his face as he walked to sit beside you on the log. You tucked the blade back into your boot, shuffling so he could sit comfortably, slightly embarrassed at your reaction to him approaching.

“You know someone could see us,” you objected, although you wished nothing more than for the pair of you to sit together for a little longer.

“Nobody dares to follow me out of camp aside from Hosea, and he's drinking again,” Dutch smiled a little as he said this, placing his hand on your knee, making your heart leap to your throat. Glancing behind you, you leaned so your head was on his shoulder, you felt him pressing a kiss onto the top of your head as you sighed in bliss, this was where you were happy.

You sat there for a while, enjoying listening to his breathing, and how his hands moved over your knee; both of you looking out over Flat Iron Lake, seeing birds on the island fight over some food, and, occasionally, a silver glimpse of a fish in the water. It was relaxing, and it took your mind off the worries of camp, or of the next job the man beside you was plotting.

This tranquillity didn't last long, however, and Dutch's hand kept riding higher and higher up your thigh, making your mind race into all manner of possible situations. Before you could say anything to him, he'd turned to look expectantly at you, indicating his lap. Happily, you straddled his lap, all previous inhibitions disregarded in anticipation to feel his lips on yours again. Even though he'd kissed you last night, you felt as though he was a drug you couldn't yet quit. And you didn't have to wait long, as he crashed his lips onto yours without hesitation.

Compared to the romantic, gentle kisses you'd exchanged last night, these were harsh and full of need from both of you - you'd been hiding this relationship since Blackwater. Quickly, the kisses moved from your lips to your jaw, to your neck. Then the kisses turned into gentle bites and licks, sure to leave their mark on tomorrow's skin. His hands found your thighs again, like last night, ensuring you couldn't move away from him as he continued his loving attack on your neck.

“We can't do this here,” you said, realising where this was headed and twisting away so you could look at him. “Someone could come and see us,” He nodded, placing a quick kiss upon your lips; while neither of you were happy with this decision, you moved from his lap, his hands still touching any part of you he could as you sat back down next to him.

“Come see me again tonight,” he said quietly, taking in his handiwork over your neck.

“I'll be late, I think Karen suspects something, she asked where I was last night,”

“I don't mind,” Dutch murmured, pressing a final kiss onto your cheek before he stood up, offering you a hand up as well. “I'll see you later my dear,” You smiled a little at his last statement, watching him disappear back through the trees to camp while you stood, thinking about him.

You pulled your coat up in order to hide the bruises forming on your neck, deciding to change as soon as you reached camp into something high-necked, praying nobody would speak to you as you did.

Fortunately, your prayers were answered, most of the camp was gathered around the campfire, making it easy for you to go to the wagon and change. Although as you snuck through camp, you could swear you had the attention of a Mr Van Der Linde who was very much enjoying your reaction. You could feel his smirk from across camp as you reemerged from changing, knowing he'd make a sarcastic remark about it tonight, before adding to the collection on your neck.

The night progressed, and you sat with the other girls, laughing over Sean's drunken singing and Uncle threatening to flash him if he doesn't shut up. You'd managed to drink a few beers, and everything was tinted with the blissfulness of feeling tipsy, somehow the awful jokes Bill told were funnier, and Lenny's dancing seemed almost professional. It wasn't until Miss Grimshaw came and told you all off for being up late did you go to bed, giggling over something trivial with Mary-Beth.

You removed the extra layers you'd been wearing, the darkness covering the bruises on your neck as you all settled onto the roll mats; praying the rain did not return overnight, the damp ground could be felt through your mat, but you were consoled by the fact you'd be nestled in Dutch's bed soon enough.

Fortunately, alcohol let the others get to sleep fast, Karen was soon snoring loudly, and you wiggled into a sitting position, so you could pull your coat around you and sneak to his tent. Javier and Micah were still sitting by the fire, so you made an effort to remain in the shadows, knowing if they realised where you were going you'd be subjected to endless teasing.

“Psst-” you hissed, fiddling fruitlessly with the catch on Dutch's tent, until you felt his fingers over yours, undoing it with ease and letting you into the warmth. The small wood burner was blazing, and some of his wet clothes were hung up to dry in front of it. You were endlessly jealous of this, your dresses had to dry at the whim of nature, praying it would remain sunny enough for them to dry before another rainfall. Dutch noticed you shiver a little at the temperature change, indicating for you to sit by the fire until you were warmer.

“Are you alright my dear?” he settled down beside you, wrapping you in his warm arms, sitting behind you on the pallet floor.

“I'm alright, just tired of the rain,”

He opened the book carefully in front of you, looking over your shoulder to read, his large hands engulfing the small book, rings shining in the light from the fire as he started to read.

“Me too,” Dutch replied, and after a little deliberation, he shifted from you, picking up something you couldn't see before moving back to wrap his arms around your waist.

“Can I read to you?” you nodded, noticing the book he had clasped in his hands, a well-worn copy you'd seen him read regularly, always seeming to be completely absorbed in it. You could feel him smile, knowing he loved nothing more than to speak about what he was reading with anyone who stood still long enough.

“The human race has travelled a long way, since those remote ages when men fashioned their rude implements…” you were only half listening to him, watching how the flames licked up the logs on the fire and revelled in the comfort of his arms. If you could sit here, blissfully warm in the arms of this man you could die in peace.

“…of flint and lived on the precarious spoils of hunting, leaving to their children for their only heritage…” Leaning your head, you rested it on his chest, letting it rise and fall in time with his breathing.

“…a shelter beneath the rocks, some poor utensils—and Nature, vast, unknown, and terrific, with whom they had to fight for their wretched existence.” Dutch paused for a moment, glancing down at you now, curled up with your head on his chest. As much as you were enjoying listening to him read, you were exhausted, wanting nothing more than to curl up and fall asleep here.

“Come on my dear,” Carefully, Dutch moved from behind you, scooping you up and transferring you from the warm spot on the fire to the comparatively soft bed. His hands carefully pulled you dress you'd neglected to remove earlier, his movements soft, as though you could be broken if he pulled too hard. You laughed a little as he fumbled with one of the clasps on your boot, and you leant down to undo it with ease, making him huff a little.

Once you were rid of your outerwear, you lay down, pulling some of the furs over you as you watched Dutch remove the many layers of shirts and expensive vests in exchange for a red union shirt. While he was undressing, he would carefully hang his clothes on a singular hanger, ensuring they would not get a crease in. Anything he could not hang, such as his treasured pocket watch and pipe, would sit on one of the crates beside the bed.

Dutch crawled under the covers with you, pulling you close so he could nestle his face in the crook of your neck, your back pressed to his chest. His breaths ghosted over the kisses he'd placed earlier, you could feel his eyelashes fluttering on your neck, sending shivers down your back. You shuffled to get comfortable, finding your eyes were beginning to drift shut. Quietly, behind you, Dutch's breathing was deeper, occasionally letting out a quiet snore as you drifted to sleep.

Morning light pierced its way into the tent, and you found yourself being shaken awake by Dutch. Not wanting to get up, you buried your face further into the bed, knowing you had to leave soon or you'd be caught out. Camp was stirring, Pearson could be heard tending to the fire and clanking bowls together for some breakfast; soon enough the other girls would be up, and then you'd have no reason for your absence.

“Come on dear,” Dutch was handing you clothes which you pulled on haphazardly, not caring if you looked presentable in them. He did your boots up as you pulled on your thick coat, you could say you'd been on a walk. As he stood up, he placed a kiss on your lips, pulling you to him before holding the opening to the tent, allowing you to leave. Quickly, you snuck out the tent, hurrying to the wagon, praying the others had not woken up yet and you could sneak into bed unnoticed - usually you wouldn't have stayed so long with Dutch, leaving in the early hours of the morning instead of at breakfast time.

Your prayers were not answered however, Karen was sat, propped against the wheel of the wagon, plaiting some grass. The other girls were still fast asleep, but you knew you'd have to lie to her. As you approached, she looked up, cocking an eyebrow at your dishevelled appearance and overnight disappearance.

“I went for a walk?” you whispered, careful not to wake anyone as you neared Karen, but she shook her head, before indicating you to follow her to the water's edge. You didn't have much choice in the matter, so you followed, thanking god that the ground was dry enough to walk on now.

“Where were you, if someone found out- they think there's a rat already-” Karen hissed, as you both looked out over the lake, glad for your warm coat as the cool morning breeze swept off the lake.

“Do you want my coat?” you offered, pulling it off your shoulders and handing it to her, which she accepted, pulling it around her. You stood there in silence for a little while, you could tell Karen was thinking, trying to put the pieces together. Before either of you could speak, you heard Micah yelling behind you,

“I just went for a walk, as I said,”

“I heard you leave last night, that's one long walk,” you threw her a glare at this, she'd caught you out, you didn't have an excuse for this. Karen looked pleased with herself, although she was shivering with cold - she was still wearing just a thin slip dress.

“Come on! Breakfast ain't gonna make itself is it ladies?” you could hear his footsteps approaching, ready to say something about Karen or you again. Both of you turned at the same time, watching as he sauntered down towards you; however, his approach was halted when he caught a glimpse of you. Not knowing what he was looking at, you checked your hair and dress, sure you didn't look amazing, but you weren't flashing anyone.

“Well, what have we here?” Micah ignored his favourite target, Karen, in favour of approaching you, almost standing on your toes he was so close. You could smell the stench of last night's alcohol on his breath, and his moustache had the remnants of last night's stew on it still, something you'd never wished to discover. His fingers ghosted over your neck before you realized what had caught his interest; the dress you were wearing was low cut, exposing the purpling bruises over your neck from yesterday.

“Who gave you these sweetheart?” he asked, his voice dripping in false sweetness, his hands roaming from the edge of your neck to the top of your dress. “Didn't realise you were quite this much of a whore?” you whispered this last word, his spit hitting the side of your face. Your heart was pounding, wanting nothing more than to smack the smirk off his face, but knowing if you did so he was stronger than you were.

Over his shoulder, Karen was averting her eyes, glad not to be the target of his merciless comments. By now, Micah was hissing about how much you charged in your ear, and you took a step back from him, feeling the water flood into your boots in an attempt to get away from him.

“Mister Bell,” a very familiar voice called loudly across camp, shocking the both of you and making him step back from you rapidly. Dutch was standing at the opening of his tent, his face dark with thunder at Micah, anger etched in every line. This was the first time you'd seen Micah listen to something someone said, as he backed away from you, not without a parting comment,

“Well, I guess we know who the lucky guy is then?” You swore under your breath at him, pulling at your dress as he walked away, towards Dutch's tent. Breathing deeply, your heart rate slowed, now that Micah was far from you and you could move from the water, feeling your boots squelch with each step they made. After Dutch's yelling, the whole camp was up, most of them unequivocally staring at you on the shoreline. You could feel your face heating up, knowing they could all see the bruises as well.

Karen offered your coat back to you, and you pulled it on, hiding your neck from inquisitive eyes as you both returned to the main camp. As you passed people, there were hushed whispers, rumours about where the bruises came from. Your face was hot, so you hid behind the wagon, changing into a high necked dress and attempting to silence the tears of shame that ran down your face.

A/N: This is the longest single chapter I’ve written (it’s not much at 3.3k, but I like shorter ones?), and this took a while. Also sorry about the Micah slander at the end, I’m writing a Micah fluff in some sort of redemption for that XD.

(ik I did not tag this as fem!reader at the start - it's been changed!)

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