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mrsnancywheeler · 2 months

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the river (5) // finnick odair x f. reader

summary: the Capitol has taken you away from Finnick, the life you've been trying to build together and now he has to fight to get every part of you back

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warnings: angst, fluff, this is very fluff heavy as a gift for me being slow and so angsty all the time, self destructive behavior, mentions of death/violence/trafficking, unedited, no use of y/n, Captiol brainwashing, my attempted fluff

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Eventually they did in fact let you see Peeta, his own Capitol hijacking has been hindering the process more than your own. Finnick was glad that it might provide you some comfort, but it still hurts to think that you were more instantly open to talking to someone else then you were with him. Maybe there would always be someone sweeter, more patient, more calming than he was for you. Yes, Conway was gone, and Peeta, no matter what the waters said now, had Katniss, but who could say when all was said and done that there wasn't someone else out there for you to quell the turmoil. Finnick was just as hurt, just as bruised, you deserve someone who could devote themselves to you and that you wouldn't feel the need to attend to instead.

Despite this, maybe he could convince himself that when a love burned like yours did it was meant to be. It was meant to be for him, even if you were worthy of so much more. So he waited patiently outside of Peeta's medical room. They couldn't convince him to do any other duties, follow a schedule, or train. Not without you by his side.

The doctors had tried to debrief you about what Peeta was going through to which you were quick to remind them that you knew all about it since you were the one with him in the Capitol. Before finally they let you in, which Finnick couldn't help feeling antsy about. If Peeta had choked out Katniss, what would stop him from snapping at you as well? The domino effect could be treacherous to any progress made.

“Peeta." You said softly and he looked up, so frail, so unlike himself.

“Are you-" Knock knock knock knock knock. Your fist lightly on the doorframe. Peeta repeated the pattern on the sheets next to him before he seemed to relax. “They're keeping you locked up too?"

"Keeping myself locked up.” You were so vulnerable, so honest. Part of Finnick wished he could have been in the Capitol with you, that you would've instantly been like this with him, so he could've just comforted you without the roadblocks. “Wouldn't let me see you though.

Peeta seemed to get slightly agitated, “That's because she, Katniss, manipulated them! She-" Knock knock knock knock knock. The tapping of your knuckles halted him again and he repeated the pattern. It pained Finnick to know that you could communicate with Peeta, but not the one person who knew you inside and out, who would dedicate his life to memorizing each part of your story.

You pulled a chair forward, foot tapping, “So they've had you stuck in here, poking and prodding?” Peeta nodded robotically.

“He doesn't want you dead, it's all part of her plan, she's a mutt. Trying to tear everything apart.”

This was a bad idea, you'd feed into each other's delusions. Finnick wanted to beg the doctors to call the whole thing off. "The only one tearing things apart is me, that's why he wants me dead. Not because of her, she's leaving for District 2 anyways, if she wanted to hurt you she couldn't." You're getting weepy, knees pulled up to your chest in the chair. “Peeta we said we'd remind each other of the truth, the only thing we have to be sure of.”

Peeta began shaking his head,"That was before they showed me the truth, we only have to worry about yours now.”

"Peeta-”

"Finnick doesn't want you dead, he'd never want you dead."

“Peet-"

He'd become snappier, “We have to say it."

“Katniss doesn't want you dead, she would never want you-"

“No, that's a lie, it's not real. They didn't show you the truth like they showed me!" He was getting more irritated, moving around more.

“If we freak out they'll just sedate us again, I can't be sedated again Peeta. Gives me too much time to think.”

"They'll sedate us because of her, I'm too close to the truth, they don't want me to tell the truth about her. She's a mutt!” He was so earnest that it broke Finnick's heart, but he was also relieved that they hadn't done whatever number they’d done on Peeta exactly to you. There was fear, uncertainty, distrust, left with you, but Peeta seemed almost unrecognizable in his hatred of Katniss.

You buried your head in your knees, hitting your forehead with your hands as your head shook. “Katniss loves you, Finnick loves me, he wants me alive, she wants you alive. Real, real, real.”

Your muttering was drowned out by Peeta’s insistence of otherwise, “She's a mutt! A mutt! A mutt! A mutt!" The doctors took this as their queue to enter, before he became even more hysterical in his persistent utterings. You were reluctantly guided out of the room so they could calm him down and for a second you just stood on the other side of the door. Glancing back at Peeta as you silently contemplated something, brow furrowed. Finnick didn't want to interrupt your thoughts so he quietly observed, skilled fingers once again unknotting the rope.

“Finnick!" He eagerly met your eyes when you said his name so fondly and was shocked to find that you almost instantaneously had your arms around him.

“Hi, sweet girl." It had been so long, but having you initiate something as small as a hug made him feel like he was in heaven. The way your hands crept up to cradle his face soothed the constant heat he radiated, and he could see more of a sparkle of you.

You stayed like that for a while, his arms wrapped securely around you. It was so right, everything was so slowly slipping back into place. “You're here, you're real, you don't want me dead." Your voice was slightly muffled, the sound sending vibrations through his body. The way it was supposed to be.

"I'm here, I'm real, I don't want you dead.” Finnick affirmed, lips pressing against the top of your head.

“Here, real, don't want me dead."

“Here, real, don't want you dead, sweet girl." You slowly nodded before pulling away which he hated, the moment your touch was gone he longed for it. He'd been starved of it for so long.

“They should have let me see him before, to remind me what they do." Tears were bubbling up in your eyes once again and Finnick wondered if you would let him wipe them away like you used to. “I know they're in my head, I know that, I just don't even know the fake and the real anymore."

“I'm right here to help you, I promise I'll always be around. I've got you, even if you forgot who I was or hated me, because I know it's still you. My girl, my wife, my gorgeous, gorgeous wife.”

"Finnick, I love you."

“I love you too." You were back in his arms, sending a pleasant buzz of happiness through them. “More than you know." Everything about you was all consuming, your smell, the feeling of your skin, the chill of it on his, the way you hugged that nobody else could ever compare with.

No, nevermind, this is what the universe meant to happen. You fit too perfectly in his arms for it to be any other way. He could stand here for eternity holding you without any regrets.

“Finnick?" He hummed out a response, he was too lost in the feeling of you. Of how open you were being right now and reaching for him first. “Do you think we'll be able to go home?"

Home. The home where you'd made the bed, where you'd arranged flowers and decorated with the seashells you'd both collected, where his fishing rod was so carefully placed in its spot every day, where every few months you'd pick out a new color and the two of you would paint a room. Well until you'd so much as yawned and he'd insist you sit down and just look pretty for him instead while he finished. Home. Was it even still around? The rest of your home maybe. The beaches you walked, the hot sand where you'd both lay in, talking for hours, the waters that comforted you both. Home. You. If you were here anywhere could be home, but not the same home where you'd both created an illusion of bliss from the harsh realities by playing house in it.

“Yeah. When this is over. Maybe not the house, but District 4, home." In the end all he needed was you to have some semblance of that, but being where it all began certainly wouldn't hurt.

“Finnick?"

“Yeah, sweet girl?" He moved his head to look at you, into your eyes where he could see the whole universe. For the first time in what felt like an eternity your lips were on his, it was like starlight was bursting through his body. He was endlessly proud of you for hugging him, kissing him, but he was occupied with the way his heart was racing like he was a teenage boy all over again. He reveled in the feeling of your lips on his, the taste of them. The way you made his entire body light up with life and joy was unmatched. Slowly you pulled yourself away from his lips and he swore he could kiss you forever. “I really do love you and I'm sorry that I'm not the person you need me to be. I don't want to be a guessing game or all over the board, I really do want to trust you.

Finnick pulled you in closer before moving his hands to carefully hold the sides of your face, "Hey, it's okay, angel. You're exactly the person I need you to be, the person I love. I don't expect you to trust me right away, I'm willing to work and fight for it. Look at you, honey, you've already come such a long way already and I'm so proud of you, you're so strong.” He felt freer, like he could trust how he read you. So he allowed himself to place tiny kisses around your face. Enjoying the way your skin felt against his lips, how soft it was.

“You're too sweet to me."

"No, I just give you the love you deserve and tell you the truth. You're too harsh on yourself.”

"Agree to disagree.” There. There you were. The way it made him want to leap with joy, he was sure his eyes lit up when he smiled, a grin bearing his teeth, as he chuckled and quickly kissed you again. He missed every nuance of you incomparably and each time he saw a sliver return it was like a reward for his persistence.

“You can't disagree with a fact."

“Then stop disagreeing."

“You're so ornery."

“That's a terrible accusation to make about your wife." His wife. You said it yourself, and it was true in your souls and the sea. It still made him giddy though because it meant you were acknowledging it as more than something people told you that you were. You were his wife, he was your husband, what a wonderful way for things to be.

“It's not an accusation, as your husband I know, for a fact, that you are guilty." A kiss to your cheek, “Guilty." A kiss to the other cheek. “Guilty." A kiss to your forehead, he couldn't get enough of kissing you. One taste, one reminder, and he had no choice but to dive back in.

“Well my husband missed a spot.” You'd pulled one of his hands away, playing with his fingers.

Finnick's brow scrunched together in faux concern, “Where? Here?" He kissed your nose.

Your nose wrinkled and so dramatically your eyes rolled. “No."

“What then? Here?" So close, as he pressed his lips to the side of your mouth.

“So close to being on target.” You shook your head.

"Here?” Before he could move his lips to the other corner of your mouth, you used your free hand to pull his face closer and do it yourself. The intricate dancing of your lips only interrupted by a heavy handed cough which turned out to belong to Plutarch.

“Not to interrupt, although it'll definitely help, President Coin and I would like to talk to you both."

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"I'm not ready to die.” You whispered in the dark of the night, cold body pressed against Finnick’s in the silken Capitol sheets.

“You're not going to die, angel, don't talk like that." He moved to find your eyes in the darkened room, to try and communicate with his own. "I'm not going to let that happen.”

"You don't know what'll happen in the arena, you can't control that. Remember the year the avalanche fell? Or when the rain was acid? Finnick, I'm gonna die, I don't wanna die yet.” He was quickly moving to wipe away the tears cascading down your face and rubbing circles in your back to try and relax the way you were shaking.

"That's good because you aren't going to die in there. Come on, sweet girl, we already have a plan, don't we? You're so smart, you can do this. And we're gonna go back home and be together, make up for lost time. Promise.” He was holding back his own tears, you needed him strong.

"Don't promise me things you can't keep.” He'd keep it, he had to keep it. "I don't know if I can do it, Finn, I can't kill him, he's my best friend.”

"You don't have to kill him, he'll keep you safe and someone else will do it, okay? Sacrifice or something, just don't worry about having to kill. Focus on the strategy and you've got this.”

"It's terrible for me to even have thought about lying to him like that. How am I supposed to keep that up?”

He firmly grabbed your face to steady it, "You have to in order to survive. Everybody wins differently and it'll work for you. I need you to win, sweet girl. I could barely live knowing you were alive but that I couldn't be with you, I don't know if I could knowing you were…” He choked on his own, held back tears, gulping them down. “Your family needs you, the money could stop your mom from ever being sick again. You can't focus on him, just yourself right now. I'm so proud of you for coming up with a plan like that in the first place because it'll keep you protected as long as possible."

"If I win, you'll stay with me? I can't survive if I'm supposed to go back alone, I can't do it." You were hiccuping on your constant stream of tears.

Finnick's fingers softly began tracing around your face, “Of course, angel. I'm never gonna leave your side. Gonna stay with you forever, love you so much.”

"Promise?” You sniffled.

"I promise.” He pulled you further into him, your arm laying across his chest and you buried your face into the side of it.

“Missed you." Your voice vibrated through his chest and it made him feel like he was radiating sunlight.

“Missed my sweet girl so much, was always looking out for you though, don't want you to think I ever stopped."

“I know. No matter what you said I always knew.” Your legs intertwined with his.

"I'm sorry I said that, I should never have said that. Didn't mean it and it wasn't true, I am so, so sorry, angel. So sorry.” He could feel the tears coming, now inescapable. You could die, you really could, and it would be in a universe where he broke your heart, said things that could tear it to shreds, and never got to show you how much he really loved you to make up for it.

"It's okay.” You said weakly. Always masking your true feelings, trying not to hurt him. You were too sweet, he was addicted to how sugary it was.

“No it's not, I know that. It hurt you, it hurt me, and I'm sorry. You didn't deserve it and I love you so much. In every lifetime I know I must be searching for you.”

"You found me and I love you. I've always loved you.”

Maybe in another life he has been Orpheus and Hades was still punishing him by always keeping you both in a constant loop of tragedy. How could you love someone so much, yet the universe be taking every turn possible to tear holes into your happiness?

He hated seeing Conway think he was the one for you. The way it seemed like he truly believed you both were soulmates. But Finnick pitied him too because there was nothing he could do to save him, he didn't deserve to die, but he has to save you. There was no other option but to save you. He'd already begun contacting the highest paying contacts who would funnel money into his sweet girl in exchange for his time, which he would happily give for you to be alive. He could easily focus on the idea of finally being able to be happy with you to power through all of it. To others he spoke endlessly of your praises from day one, how effortlessly charming you were. Panem wanted entertainment and you could certainly hold your own on screen. You didn't need to know the lengths he would go to ensure your survival, he needed you to focus on your own plan.

He needed you to convince him to be jealous, that you loved Conway romantically, at least a little bit, that way all of Panem would buy into it. Who could resist sponsoring a tale of tragic love? It would all be worth it when you could be in his arms for the rest of time. He was sure he could help you overcome any hurdles from being a victor because anything was better than a world where you were dead.

So he couldn't stop the anxious knot on his stomach, the way his heart dropped, his fists clenched, and the tears welled when he watched you through a screen rising up into the arena. The moment it was fully on screen he'd already developed a list of potential environmental threats and what you'd need to find. It was sickening to hear the countdown, to know that there was nothing he could say to you or do except get more sponsors. None of which was helped when the time was up and the wretched female tribute from District 8, he knew he shouldn't be judging her when he'd want you to do the same to survive, but he couldn't help it, had taken it upon herself to tackle you. Finnick could swear he saw his life flashing before his eyes as he watched her hands curling around your neck and he'd never felt so helpless in his short life.

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“I promised you a big wedding, with any dress you wanted, a real ring. You deserve more than a propo wedding from District 13." Finnick exclaimed, leaning back in his chair as his hand held yours.

“She can have a dress and a ring, but it will also help the cause!" Plutarch smiled trying to reason with him.

"Well, the details will be figured out later down the line. Right now we just need to know if the two of you are in agreement.” Coin clarified. That made it worse, the first time had been in desperation so you hadn't been privy to the proper wedding things, but now it would be expected all over again.

“Finnick, we have our whole lives to get a ring and anniversaries or vow renewals. This is fine." You smiled slightly, trying to push away tensions.

“See!" Plutarch was too excited.

“You deserve more than fine."

You stared at him fondly for a while and he hoped you understood it wasn't that he didn't want the legal marriage, he just wanted you to get the wedding you'd dreamt about. He despised the idea there'd be yet another ceremony that wasn't exactly what you wanted. “I'll get married for the propo-" You held up a hand before Plutarch could add his piece, looking towards President Coin. “If I can have a dress, music, dancing, and as close to the traditional ceremony from home as we can do.”

"We'll see what happens and what we can do.” Coin said she was too even and didn't seem at all like she planned on allowing half of it.

"No, I'm saying if I don't have it then I don't want to do it again. Watching two people sign a marriage certificate won't inspire anyone, so it serves no purpose." You shrugged, “Finn, is there anything else you want?"

You squeezed his hand, “No, I just want you to be happy with it. I wish it could be perfect for you, the type we used to talk about."

“That's okay, things rarely turn out the way we want them too. You being there and having as much of a proper ceremony as possible this time, is good enough for me.”

“In District 13 we value practicality, this is a time of stress, could be perceived as extravagant." Coin reasoned, he'd despised her from the beginning. Her eyes were too cold.

"It's a wedding, Coin! To show them that we are doing well, a little extravagance drives this point home.” Plutarch argued.

"I don't want something extravagant like the Capitol, not even a new dress, just something I chose.” Years of the Capitol playing dress up with you made both of you sick of the way each outfit had meticulously designed to show you off.

“Our traditions aren't that way either." Finnick resented the idea that wanting what would have been considered a relatively normal ceremony at home could be dismissed as too lavish here. “We don't need much."

“Yes, have them give us a list of the needs and then you and I will figure out all the smaller pieces to really make the propo." Plutarch nodded along.

Coin stared long and hard, it unsettled Finnick. She wasn't the type of freezing you were, with you it was like the perfect companion to his heat, with Coin it felt blistering. “Okay, give us a list."

Finnick was quick to grab the pen and paper, “The children's choir for the song."

“A children's choir?" Coin sounded unamused.

“Yes, we'll teach them the song. We know it and it's important." You chimed in.

Plutarch kept smiling, “Children! The future, a long lineage to support freedom, it's symbolic as well." Finnick couldn't help but feel glad that the man was on their side and finding ways to prove their wants.

“A musician, music’s important." Finnick continued, “Some sort of net to cover us. Salt water. She picks out her own dress. An officiant."

“If there's no one from our district that's okay, but there's a certain way it's done back home and so if we can't be there I need at least the feeling of it." You said and Finnick rubbed circles on the top of your hand.

“Is that all?" Coin’s voice was too smooth, too without fault to feel human.

“They need a cake." Plutarch interjected.

“If there's a cake then Peeta has to make it. He's good at it and it'll help him focus on something else." You scooted further backwards into your seat.

“Brilliant! It'll show Snow that Peeta is well enough, regardless of the hijacking, to do something like that."

“Fine." Coin relented in her icy tone. “Is that everything?"

You nodded slowly before looking at Finnick, "I think so?”

"Yes, that's all we need.” He affirmed, smiling as he gazed back at you. “All the small details belong to you."

And as you two were leaving he couldn't help but smile when you grabbed this hand and told him, "Now all I need from you is a ring."

The two of you agreed to fall back into the normal schedule of District 13 only if it was aligned. Each hour, each table, all of it to ensure any breakdowns he'd be there for you. Until the wedding you'd stay in the hospital wing so the doctors could also be on the lookouts for any moments where the good days began to get so difficult.

Finnick didn't care about the bad days though because for every one step back you seemed to take three steps forward in your progress. He would keep taking it all for you even though the continuing work for the rebellion would threaten that stability. All the struggles had to be worth it in the end, as long as you were both again able to just be in the warm sands of home in the arms of one another. Where the wind and water had always intended you to be, even if it was volatile enough to sweep you away.

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thank you all for reading this long awaited chapter! I'm not great at fluff so it took me so much longer to navigate ideas that weren't heartbreaking but trust we have a lot to come 💋 as always feedback, comments, likes, reblogs are all very very appreciated and my ask box is open, I adore hearing all your thoughts and ideas so so much. requests are open even if I'm like a snail with them. love y'all sm and thanks again 💋

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hayisins · 4 months

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silent love ♡

finally . . . a fic featuring the loml : al haitham. this comes from the deepest corners of my mind. enjoy loves ♡ this ones rather tame ♡

contains : public sex, throat fucking, some light degrading, you cry a bit, afab!reader, top!alhaitham ♡

should i make a part two for this fic? :o

you glanced around the room a bit, eyes scanning carefully for the person you were specifically trying to find. your secret partner, al haitham, had called you to meet him at the akademiya. you knew just how important his work was to him, and how little he likes change in his routine, so to be publicly called to his place of work randomly through the day? you were worried to say the least.

currently at the house of daena, you nervously bit at your lip. panic immediately started to set in, knowing that this behaviors' was very out of character for your lover. however almost all of your worries were eased when you felt a large warm hand press to the small of your back. it guided you in a direction, your head peaking back to make sure this hand did in fact belong to al haitham, which it did. his face was stoic and frozen in place - almost as if none of this happened.

being pulled into a sea of book shelves finally you decide to give al haitham's chest a light slap. "are you crazy ?! i thought you were dead." you whine out in a small fit of rage, lips popping out in a pout.

"oh enough whining."

was the only response you got before his hands placed onto your waist, leaning in to capture a few kisses from the pout on your lips. who was this and what had they done with your boyfriend ?? normally, haitham strongly disliked any form of pda as it could sometimes make him uncomfortable, especially around others. so the fact he had you here in the first place . . was astounding.

"are you uh . . feeling okay ?" you ask softly when the gap between the two of you is returned. all he gives in response once again is a small chuckle, then a shrug. before you can even process it his hand is now grabbing yours and placing it down onto his crotch, the fabric of his bulge making contact with your palm.

"are you just blind or is this a dumb little act ? because i've been hard as a rock this whole time."

your jaw drops and your cheeks warm, how could you have missed such a thing ? so that was his reason for calling you here ? why didn't he just come back home, you gladly could've helped him then and there. it still hadn't clicked in your mind that this is what he was planning from the very start. slowly he started to undo your clothing, making sure to leave your pants at your knees and your shirt to where it could be pulled back down should somebody pass by.

here ? you tried to process this event. how on earth was this something that al haitham was currently doing to you ? his hands groping and touching you with a desire driven only by you. the scribe was known for doing his job well . . the same came to you. his eyes didn’t leave your face, watching each little reaction you had and noting it down in the corners of his mind for later when he couldn’t have you like this. to him ? you were the most precious thing in the world.

"you look puzzled . . shocked i would do something like this to you in public ? especially in my place of work ?”

it’s like al haitham could read your mind, nodding as you sheepishly hide into his shoulder as his teal eyes burned holes into your skin. that’s when his hand slowly rubbed at your most intimate parts, causing you to bite down on the skin of his bicep to keep quiet. he was always so good with his hands. fingers spreading you open and examining you with need. a sea of whimpers is all you could provide him as opening your mouth to speak would most likely resolve in a moan of pure delight. your knees felt weak, thighs trembling as he treated you with such care. it would only be fair to return it back ?

you pulled back much to his surprise. haitham cocked an eyebrow at you until you let your knees make contact with the cement floor below you. now he understood. a devilish little smirk poking on the corners of al haitham’s usual deadpan face made your stomach twist into a little knot. his pants were now lowered, showing off his impressive length. you waisted absolutely no time putting your mouth around him, only pushing yourself further when his grunts of delight hit your eardrums.

“that’s it baby . . keep going, fucking — whore . .”

your head spun slightly from the way he spoke to you, bobbing your head in a rhythmic way that made his hands grip tightly at your hair. he mumbled a few more things under his breath, like how pretty you were and how warm your mouth was. all of it was a beautiful sight. his now flushed face with soft lips hung open in desire. his head throwing back to rest against the bookshelf nearby, haitham was close.

almost on cue he took over, fucking your throat nice and hard as right now he didn’t care who heard the lewd sounds of your throat , he didn’t care who saw. all he cared about right now was painting the back of your throat in sticky white arousal. you choked and sputtered despite trying your absolute hardest to stay silent, tears rushing down your cheeks in absolute desire as a hand slipped back down to where al haithams once resided.

it was now that he couldn’t take it anymore. he pressed deep into your mouth so that your head rested flush with his pelvis as he came down your throat, not worried at all how you tried to swallow it all without choking around him. it was cute to see such an effort.

for now he was satisfied . . however seeing your fingers rubbing fast circles on your clit in need? maybe he did need to pound you senseless. maybe . . just maybe.

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hikarimiyanaga · 5 months

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The Queen's Bride (Part 1)

Summary :

Being a rich man's kid isn't as exciting as everyone makes it out to be.

You have no freedom.

Every choice has been made for you ever since you were born.

What you eat. What course you were going to study. What school you're going to.

Even the one you were going to marry.

So to your surprise, your father has finally chosen one thing right for you.

Daenerys Targaryen.

Warnings : Omegaverse. Stark!Reader. Omega!Reader x Alpha!Daenerys Targaryen. Modern!AU.

Look who's finally watching Game of Thrones. Surprise, surprise, I fell in love with Daenerys.

"This is bullshit!" Jon, your cousin, shouts as he paces around you.

Both of you were just given two names.

Two people you never met that you were going to spend the rest of your life with.

"Who the fuck is Ygritte and why do I have to marry her?" Jon shouts in frustration and you shrug.

"I mean, Father could've paired you with one of the Lannisters. Myrcella is an omega-"

"Shut up." Jon glares at you.

"You have to admit it. Ygritte is pretty as fuck."

"Lucky for Robb, huh? He's the heir so he could choose freely."

"She is. But- I don't know her, Y/N." Jon sighs as he sits next to you.

"Lucky asshole." You slap his arm.

"He's my big brother."

"He is. I wish I could be the heir."

"Seriously? You? Jon Stark of Winterfell Corp? Are you hearing me?"

"Shut up." The two of you look at each other then laugh. "Yours is pretty too, by the way. And a Targaryen too."

"Why them? Our mottos are literally parallels."

"Yeah. Winter is Coming."

"Fire and Blood. Like why her?" You groan at the ceiling.

"Just be glad that she's pretty. Some don't get that lucky."

"Are you talking about-" Jon nods and you sigh.

"I just wish we had freedom."

"Me too. Y/N. Me too."

You get your bag and look at the empty apartment around you.

"I need Sansa to room with me. Like gods, this place is fucking big enough for ten people at least." You mumble to yourself as you leave the apartment.

Just like everything else in your life. The apartment was provided by your Father, Ned Stark. You could count the number of times on your fingers that you've actually talked to him rather than just receive orders or scolding from him.

Your phone rings just as you get inside the Westeros University. You answer it as you see your little sister's name.

"Y/N! How are you?" You smile at Arya's voice.

"I'm good, Arry. Where are you?" How is she calling you right now?

"I'm at home. There was a lice problem at school today so we went home! Are you free??" You grin at her exciting tone.

"In two hours, I will be. Why?"

"Can we go play? Mom said she'll let me go to the mall if I'm with you!"

"Sure, can you wait there and behave?"

"Yep! See you later!"

"See you." You say softly and smile as you go to your first and last class of the day. You were so glad that you chose your own schedule. You sit down at your usual seat and hum as you take out your laptop. Looks like professor Varys is late today.

Westeros University is the biggest University in all of Westeros. It has lessons even in magic.

"Did you hear, Y/N?" You look up as Oberyn sits beside you. You were somewhat friends. He can charm anyone in a room while you can outread anyone in a room. Truth be told, even you didn't know why he talked to you.

"Hear what?"

"Not interested in rumors as usual?" He asks and you shake your head.

"Even if Varys tells us otherwise, I still don't like rumors and hearsays." Oberyn nods and grins in satisfaction.

"Which is why you make the perfect audience." You sigh. "Listen to this. Someone is doing it."

"Doing what?"

"Seeing if the dragons will choose them."

"Seriously? That thing hasn't been done in like 200 years."

"Right? But someone is brave enough to do it now. You know what it means, right?"

"Yeah. They get to sit on the Iron Throne regardless of their last name."

"And?" You raise an eyebrow at him in confusion.

"And what?"

"Complete freedom!" You tilt your head at him. "No more choices by parents! No arranged marriages!"

"Damn. Sounds like a dream come true."

"For you guys. I still don't get why you guys won't love freely."

"Because last names have a value of their own. Here at Westeros at least. Oh. And Westeros Conglomerate too." Oberyn shakes his head.

"What you guys should value is talent, not blood."

"Meritocracy rather than blood right. Reasonable." Oberyn looks at you. "I don't make the choices though."

"Marry the king then."

"I'd rather die, Oberyn. I'd rather eat my own shit."

"Still hate men?"

"Only romantically." Oberyn chuckles just as Varys comes through the door.

"You're missing out on like half of the world then." You give him a smile.

"I don't think I am."

You hum as you park your car in front of the Stark Mansion. You were just getting your bag when you feel a pair of arms circle around your legs. You look down and see Arya smiling at you.

"Hey, Arya!" You scoop her up and she squeals. Arya is only 9 years younger but you love doing this to her. "Where's Ma and Father?"

"Dad is still at work! Ma is inside!" You put her down and nod.

"Come on, then. I'll tell Ma that I'll take you to the mall." Arya grins at you and she begins to tell you about her classmates and school.

"And then this one guy-"

"Y/N! You're home!" Catelyn Stark rushes over and hugs you. You hug her just as tightly.

"Hey, Ma. Arya wanted to play with me and it's been months since I've been home so I figured I should take her."

"I'm sure she understands that you're busy with university and all."

"I know, Ma! But school is out and she said she was free." Arya pouts from beside you and you smile.

"I am free, no worries." You ruffle Arya's hair and she smiles at you.

"Be sure to be back for Dinner then."

"We'll buy some before we get home. Are Robb and Father-"

"Busy." You nod in understanding then take Arya's hand.

"You ready for an afternoon with me? Your best sister?"

"YEAH! We'll destroy those high scores in the arcade!" You grin and agree.

You come home with a passed out Arya, a bag full of plushies, and a bag with food.

"You actually made her sleep? You are a godsend." You laugh at your mom and grin.

"Once you get Arya's quirks and use them against her, she can make herself run out of energy."

"Please don't tell-"

"Ma, she wants to. She can afford to learn it still."

"But her marri-"

"She's still 9, ma. She doesn't need to think about that yet."

"Right. Are you staying for dinner at least?"

"Sure. Is Sansa-" Before you finish your sentence, someone has already hugged you.

"Y/N! Why didn't you tell me you were coming?" You turn around and find your other little sister, Sansa Stark.

"Well, I had to exhaust this one so." Sansa looks at Arya who was cuddling your neck still.

"Whoa. Arya never sleeps this early."

"Like I said. Exhausted. Are Brandon and Rickon here?"

"Yep! They should be getting back from Winterfell by now."

"What did they do there??"

"Father wanted to show them something. Are you staying tonight?"

"If you're willing to share your bed."

"ALWAYS!" You shush her and smile.

"I'll just be putting this one in her bed then I'll come down. Here." You give the bag full of food to Catelyn and smile. "Some of my favorites."

"I'll plate them up." You nod and begin your walk with Arya still sleeping while cuddling your neck.

"You're becoming heavier, Arya. I wonder if I should do some training just so I can carry you around."

"Y/N! You're back!" Brandon says then hugs you.

"Hey, little brother." You kiss his head and smile as he beams at you.

"SIS!" Rickon shouts then tackles you to no avail.

"Heya, baby bro." You pick him up and grin. "Did you grow??"

"I did! I'm defeating Arya soon!" You grin at him.

"Don't let her hear you!" You ruffle his hair then turn to Sansa. "Did you do your homework yet?"

"No? Will you help me later?" She gives you her puppy dog eyes and you groan at her. You admit that you're too weak to your siblings.

"Fine. But no talking about boys. I swear to God if I hear one more thing about-"

"But Ser Loras is just so dreamy." You look at her with a deadpan expression.

"Try me and I will sleep besides Arya." Sansa pouts.

"Fine. No boy talk." She grumbles. "Stingy."

"I'm gay. I'd rather marry another omega as long as she's a woman." Catelyn smiles as she sees you getting along with your siblings.

"Do not plant ideas in their head."

"Ma, Sansa is as straight as a ruler. These two don't even know what their second genders are." Catelyn rolls her eyes at you. "That reminds me, when's your test?" You look at Sansa as you place Rickon at his seat.

"This Monday! I'm so excited to confirm that I'm an Omega!"

"And if you're a beta?" You ask and Catelyn slaps your arm. "What? There's nothing wrong about being a beta! I wanted to be one before."

"You did?" Sansa asks and you nod. "Why?"

"More options." Catelyn hits your head and you laugh.

"Why? Does being an omega lessen your options?"

"Technically, I can't have another omega as my soulmate. Not that it matters."

"Oh yeah, dad said he sent you someone." You roll your eyes at that.

"He sent a file of someone. He wouldn't just let some stranger in my apartment."

"Who is it?? Can we know??" You groan at the excitement in Sansa's voice. There's nothing more that interests her than love talk.

"She's a Targaryen."

"The Dragon Family!" Rickon shouts and you ruffle his hair.

"Yup! Bran, do you know their motto?" Brandon hums as he gets some food.

"Yeah. Fire and Blood, right?"

"Yup! You all will get some ice cream. I brought some earlier." Catelyn glares at you. "What?"

"Cavities."

"I only visit once in a while, Ma. Just this once." Catelyn pinches your cheek. "Ow! Give! Give!"

"Just this once and don't ever do this again without saying anything to me."

"Yes, Ma! I got it! Ow!" Catelyn finally lets you go and you hold your cheek. You pout at her. "You didn't have to pinch that hard."

"You know how I feel about sweets." You sigh.

"I know. Sorry."

"Good thing the ice cream didn't give Rickon sugar rush."

"Yeah. It was a relief that Ma didn't pinch me."

"Those two boys really love you and adore you."

"They do." You look at Sansa and pat her hair. "I hope you become a beta, baby girl." Sansa scoffs at you.

"Wha- why!?" You smile sadly at her.

"So then you'll have more freedom." Sansa holds your hand. "Sadly. As an Omega, everything is controlled for you here in Westeros. Specially if you have a last name of a noble."

"Y/N." You squeeze her hand and grin.

"Hopefully, you and Arya get to decide your own futures. And your own partners." Sansa gets teary eyed at that. You let go of her hand then pat her hair again. "Time to get ready for bed. I'll just check on Arya for a second, okay?" Sansa nods at you and you close her door before covering your mouth with your hand.

Freedom. What a grand word. For you, it was thrown out the window when you got your test results.

Everyone says that Omegas have equal standings with Alphas. That the world is getting better.

"What a load of fucking bullshit." You mumble to yourself as you make your way to Arya's room.

You open the door and see that Arya is still fast asleep. You get to her bed and kiss her head.

"I hope you'll have more freedom than me, little one." You tuck her in and leave.

PS.

Jon is a Stark here and Catelyn knows he's Lyanna's son but no one knows who his father is. Let's just pretend for a second that he's not a Targaryen.

I actually was going to go the usual route for this aka Alpha Reader but decided against it. Omega Reader just works better for the angst inside my head.

#daenerys targaryen x reader #daenerys targaryen #daenerys stormborn #game of thrones #game of thrones x reader #omegaverse #omegaverse fanfic #omegaverse fic

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punchliiine · 4 months

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things i've learned through shifting

i don't know what to post so i thought of posting some stuff that i've learned, improved, and simply practiced through shifting. it's not a lot but it's a lot.

so firstly, i thought of introducing some of my hobbies prior to shifting, and then ones that i've picked up after shifting. and lastly provide any details if needed.

I - hobbies

↳ before shifting

↳ ↳ reading

i've been able to read SO many books in my library wr.

i have a huge list of books that i've put off because of school, but through shifting to my wr, i've been able to finish at least 66 out of 117 i believe?

also i was able to find some of my favorite authors through this, like sylvia plath, mahmoud darwish, virginia woolf, khalil gibran.. and honestly, a lot more, but these are the ones that i remember for now.

↳ ↳ writing

in my native language, i've become REALLY good. as for writing in english it's ?!? but i'm slowly getting there.

not showing off, but i was really good prior to shifting. but now, i've become REALLY good, like now i'm able to touch the soul with my poetry. i also learned some tips for expressing 'my' feelings.

one of them is to think about a phenomenon in nature that resembles how you feel, whether it's by colors, weather, atmosphere, movements.. etc. then write about how each of the elements relate to what you're wishing to express. and ever since i learned that expressing my feelings // painting a scene whilst writing feels so, so much easier.

i guess the same can be used for drawing or painting? so feel free to interpret it in your own ways!

the only reason i emphasized on 'my' feelings was because the things i learnt in there were personal to my learning. before shifting, i had scripted that they would match me and fit me perfectly, so they wouldn't apply to everybody if that makes sense? but if you feel like it fits you, then you're more than welocme to use it!

+ i don't take any sort of credit for it since somebody might've thought of it first, i'm only here to share it!!

↳ ↳ drawing - painting

i was able to experiment freely with color theory, perspective, expressionism, symbolism.. etc. and i was able to find my art style! and practice some others i found interesting.

↳ ↳ editing

nothing to say about this one other than the fact that i was able to experiment with so many styles, and i reallllyyy enjoyed it. i also got to watch some of my old edits that have been deleted. (have been meaning i deleted them) 10/10.

↳ after shifting

↳ ↳ sewing

currently in the process of making a cute pair of opera gloves, idk how to explain it but yk the ones that are pitch black by the finger tips and fade as they go up? those are the ones that i'm attempting to make. and so far it's good!

↳ ↳ crocheting

i've recently made a doll i've found online which looks like little red riding hood, and it's cute. also i'm currently making a chibi jjk cat beanie (sashisu the world!!! ๑ > ᴗ < ๑)

↳ ↳ sculpting

i've sculpted hands, like tons of them. and i've used gojo satoru as a muse for at least 100% of them (i am insane about him)

some appreciation for my muse's hands:

can we talk about the fact that his fingers are 6 inches anyway!!!!!

II - skills

it's worth the mention that i've become skillful in most of my hobbies "it isn't necessary to become skillful in any of your hobbies for plenty of reasons, but i aspire to!" i'd say intermediate in most, advanced in a few.

also idk if it counts as a skill, but i have become skillful in all of my subjects. like i have become amazing in math and physics thanks to my study wr <3

as for other subjects i've always been amazing, but with math and physics, i've had awful teachers teach me crucial information, so i was miserable for a bit, but thankfully not anymore!

i know i could've manifested it since i use loassumption all the time, but i love studying, so i wanted to go through the whole process if that makes sense? like i didn't wanna take the shortcut (manifesting) + there's no shame in wanting to take the shortcut.

as for real skills.. yeaaah not yet

III - languages

i've become better in korean.. i can sort of understand people when they're speaking? but i can't speak nor write. but hey, at least i'm enjoying the proces, that counts for something!

i'm aware that there are some things in here that i could've gone on the internet and just practiced // learnt. BUT the way i did it was different, i went to a wr where i got to learn all about my hobbies, skills, subjects, and languages and practice freely without any sort of stress whatsoever + occasionally recieve tips and advice. and it was all free and unbelievably fun!!!

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unrequitedloveletter · 1 year

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i'm here to send requestsss!

what about nikolai lantsov x sister!reader (or just sibling if you want to keep it gn) and how she had gone with nik every time he met up with the crows and she knows them all by now and she keeps in touch with kaz through letters and then one trip, she finally goes out to visit by herself and it's just hinted that y/n and kaz like each other

if you don't like it or feel it, feel free to ignore<3

Match Made by The Saints- K.B x fem! Reader

This was a blast to write, so thank you so much for sending it in! I am sorry it took me almost two weeks to write it out, I've just been stressing a lot over prom and upcoming grad stuff in combination with school related stress, as well as editing fics to get them ready for posting, but I hope you like this despite how much time it's taken

Fic type- this is fluff!

Warnings- mentions of alcohol, this is also mostly unedited and kaz is probably a bit ooc.

You'd naturally accompanied your brother every time he went to Ketterdam.

At first, it had been to act as the tether between royalty and the crows while Nikolai was acting as Sturmhond. Over time, it became an excuse to leave the palaces and see something outside of the village in Os Alta. From there, it became a matter of the fact that Ketterdam was a city that you quite liked and therefore, Nikolais trips provided you an excuse.

You knew the crows by name, and you loved each and every one of them.

There was Inej, her impeccable talent with her knives and her skills in the way of going unnoticed. She was excellent company, the wise type, unafraid to threaten your life in the same time she spoke one of her suli proverbs.

There was Nina and her abilities as a Grisha after her survival post jurda parem usage coupled with the fact that she was excellent company to keep, just as Inej was. There was the fact that she was skilled in combat, and the fact that, since making it out of the throes of parem withdrawal, she always seemed glad to throw a punch.

Her Fjerdan, Matthias, was the type to brood and stir in his silences, but most of those silences were comfortable. He was also good for a half decent cup of tea and, unlike other muscled types you'd known, did not have an affinity for the recital of eighty-page long sonnets.

There was Jesper, the sharpshooter, who was good for a glass of brandy and a bit of banter. He was the loyal type, the kind type, the type that you didn't expect to see much in a place like the Barrel. The love he held for Wylan, his boyfriend, was clear as water just in the way Jesper looked at him when he thought Wylan wasn't looking.

Wylan was the demo man, seemingly shy and a little aloof but very kind once you got to know him past it. He could create just about any bomb if he put his mind to it and he wasn't afraid to acknowledge his smarts in the area of destruction.

And then there was Kaz. The Bastard of the Barrel, Dirtyhands, a demon created in the alleyways and drowned in the harbor. He was the second person you'd met during your first visit to Ketterdam, but had been your favorite person to see in all of the visits since.

Over time, you and Kaz began sending letters to occupy the time between your visits. You'd get a letter every two weeks, write a response, and send it out the following day.

You talked about anything and everything with him, from things as simple as the weather to things as complex as heist plans and the week-old gossip in the city. Somewhere along that line, a bit of an unspoken romance developed.

It wasn't that you were romantically involved, no. You just liked each other, and as Jesper joined the two of you in the Slat, you drinking a bit of brandy and Kaz having opted for coffee and vodka, the fact that you liked each other was almost as obvious as the sky was blue.

"Enjoying the weather?" Jesper asked. "You could've come at a better time if you were hoping to miss out on the spring rain. In summer, it gets hot and humid."

"Ketterdam is different from Ravka, then," you said with a smile. "I find Ketterdams weather preferable, usually. Ravkan summers get hot and dry, and rain in springtime is rare until the last week of May. It's beautiful here, though."

"Beautiful, criminally underrated," Jesper hummed, daring a glance at Kaz. He was watching you intently, his expression unreadable everywhere but in his gaze. His expression wouldn't've been readable to anyone else, but Jesper had long learned to look for signs of emotion in Kaz where nobody else would've thought to, a skill Inej had taught him in her returns from her voyages.

Kaz Brekker was looking at you like you were the one thing throughout the entirety of the Slat that had actually mattered. Jesper was entirely sure that he could've grabbed the Van Eck DeKappel painting and returned it to his and Wylans home without Kaz noticing or caring all that much in the end.

"It's full of gorgeous and handsome criminals, if you go to the right gambling dens and gang headquarters. How long are you in?"

"Til the end of August," you hummed. "Needed to escape the palaces for a bit. All of it was beginning to feel too mundane."

Jesper suspected that you had missed a certain guy with a thousand different nicknames, all of which had nearly the same connotations, too. He didn't say as much, only looked to Kaz.

"She's in on our heist jobs for the next bit?"

"A few," Kaz nodded. "We'll be going back to Ravka alongside her at the end of August. The royals need our assistance with a jewelry heist."

Jesper observed your gaze. You were looking at Kaz like he was the most important person in the room, just as he was looking at you. He wouldn't've tried, but had he wanted to, he was sure he could steal the Lantsov emerald from your person without you giving a damn.

"Who else is in?"

"The rest of the crows," Kaz responded. "You'll have to tell Wylan, though. I'm not popping to yours for dinner, and I won't see him for three days."

"You have alternate dinner plans?" Jesper asked, glancing between you and Kaz for a few moments. "Yeah. That's fine. Have fun."

Jesper did not know what to think of the pairing you two could've made, he just knew that he did not miss it; the pining, the yearning, the 'we like each other but we're both oblivious.'

He was glad the two of you may have had each other, though. It seemed a match made by the saints--or a match that would be made when you both stopped being fools, anyway.

#kaz brekker #kaz brekker x reader #six of crows #shadow and bone #shadow and bone netflix

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captain-mj · 9 months

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I’ve never done this before so don’t be mean to me I’ll cry. but could we have some more of the small switch au? ✨Pretty please✨

Don’t worry friend! I got you!! Previous part here

CW: Drug use, suicidal junk

Soap should be doing dozens of things right now. Relaxing. Sleeping. Enjoying his leave.

Instead he was… watching Ghost. Definitely not stalking. Stalking made it sound creepy and this was not creepy.

He hoped.

As far as Price knew, Soap spent his leave in Glasgow and Ghost spent his leave in Manchester. The latter was true. Made evident by Ghost currently smiling at an older woman he had put together was his mom. They were at a coffeeshop and they looked… domestic.

She fussed over him. That was clear. The new scar on his arm from shrapnel was a big part of her concern. She kept going back to it and grabbing his hands like he’d disappear on her.

Ghost smiled and reassured her so she’d relax again. They were so soft. So…. Viscerally human. Soap wondered if he had ever looked like that. He couldn’t remember.

She said something. Whatever it was, it broke the atmosphere so violently Soap felt the tension across the room.

He stood up, those doe eyes filled with the frustration that came from repeat arguments.

Soap clearly saw his mouth as he said. “I don’t want to see him.”

She had the same doe eyes. Big and bright. Lovely. He couldn't read her lips as easily. Not used to watching her speak the way he watched Ghost.

Ghost shook his head and walked away from her. His soft hoodie and jeans looked nice. Black jeans and a grey hoodie. Both hugging him just right.

Soap had an opportunity to just move on. He could leave and no one would know.

But Ghost was right there and he wanted answers. So Soap followed. He trailed at a considerably distance so that Ghost wouldn't pick up on him. Ghost seemed to float. Nice and easy. Sweet and ripe for the picking.

He turned his head, beautiful blond waves moving around. His smile could've provided warmth for a small country.

Soap wondered if he ran his tongue along his skin, if he'd taste as sweet as he looked.

Maybe.

Simon went to a flat nearby and he got dressed. For some reason, despite everything Soap knew about Ghost, he left his curtains open. It meant he got a good look at Ghost's back.

That's when it hit him that maybe he went a little too far with this whole thing. He was staring at him like a fucking creep. Obsessing over answers that he'd kill anyone for trying to get out of him.

Soap rubbed his face, wearing a thin ski mask and eyeshadow. He needed to just accept defeat and go home to pretend he wasn't here harassing his team mate.

Ghost stepped out again and Soap went on high alert, quickly noticing how he was dressed.

Nevermind. He'd follow that man to the end's of the earth.

A crop top. The fucker had a black crop top on and tight fucking pants. Soap felt indecent looking at him. His blood started rushing south and he realized how long it had been since he had gotten laid.

Before Roba, so maybe 4 years? Jesus Christ.

Ghost kept walking and Soap trailed, in a trance. He imagined his mouth on those arms of his and goddamn.

Ghost went into a club and Soap waited a few minutes before going in.

There was a band playing. The lead singer had skull makeup on and the guitarist and drummer were wearing masks. Soap didn't find himself liking the music all that much, a little too angry and loud. But Ghost was here somewhere.

Soap got a Scotch and took a drink of it, reluctantly pulling his mask up to do so. He put his drink down and watched everyone, trying to pick out his tall target from the bodies pressing against each other. It started to overwhelm him.

How long had he been there? He checked the time and saw almost an hour had passed. So much time was slipping by. No matter how hard he looked, he couldn't find him.

Too many people. He leaned against the bar and started to breath as deeply as he could. Desperation for air filled his lungs.

Arms appeared on either side of him but before he could flip out and start fighting, his hands were pinned.

If Soap had leaned back, his head would've touched Simon's stomach.

Too close.

"Learned from last time." Simon said in his ear, pressed right against his back. His voice had a small slur to it. "Just focus on me."

Johnny hated being touched. He hated it so much. But Simon was so warm. His breathing was so steady that Johnny found himself copying it. Slowly, he started to calm down.

Simon's tattoos were so pretty around him. "There you are. Knew you were watching me. Almost thought you were fake."

Johnny kept breathing slowly. "You knew?"

"Yep. Didn't expect you to follow me here. You liked watching me and mom drink tea?"

Johnny felt himself flush and start to panic. Simon put his arms around him and led him outside, his height being used as an advantage. He led him outside and put Soap against the wall, hand next to his head.

"What are you doing?"

"Price couldn't reach you."

Simon pulled his phone out of his pocket. "Talked to me twenty minutes ago." He was pale. Very pale. Lips a pretty pink. Something was wrong here, but Johnny couldn't be sure.

Soap didn't have an excuse for himself. He looked away and gritted his teeth.

"Were you worried about me, Johnny?"

Soap refused to answer.

"Take the way out, sir. Otherwise, I have to assume it was a lot more dastardly, the reason you followed me out here tonight." Ghost grinned at him. "I have to assume you wanted to see me."

Soap blushed. He could feel the heat in his cheeks. Ghost realized and swallowed.

"You did want to see me."

Soap glared. "You have secrets."

"What?" Ghost looked taken back.

Soap nodded. "There's something off about you. You have a past. Something you don't want to talk about."

Ghost paused and then slowly tilted his head. Blank. Dark. He stepped forward and Soap refused to back down. "You have a blackhole in your fucking file. I've seen it. Nothing there but black fucking lines. You're a fucking asshole for expecting me to spill my guts when you won't. You want the truth, Johnny? My dad was a prick."

Oh.

Soap winced and stared up at him, guilt filling him. "I..."

"He'd bring home animals. Beat me to hell. Brought me hunting just to put a gun right here." He tapped his temple. "There you go. My mysterious scars are from a childhood I'd like to forget. Of course you bring this up fucking today."

"That's the guy you wanted your mom wanted you to see?"

Simon scoffed. "You're... God, you're an asshole." He swayed and grabbed Soap for balance, putting his head on his shoulder. "You could've just asked."

Soap winced at regained contact. "You solid?"

Simon yanked away from him and threw up in the dumpster, shaking like a leaf. "No."

"Listen, lightweight. You really need to slow down." He grabbed his hair immediately to hold it back. Soap pretended not to notice the half dissolved pills in all the bourbon. Didn't look like anything prescribed.

"Fuck you." Ghost didn't seem nearly as menacing as he did a minute ago. He was right back to wet kitten mode.

Soap sighed. "Let me take you home."

Ghost shook his head. Miserable. Hair still held by Soap's gloved hands. "I'm fine to walk home."

"No, you're not. You're gagging and shaking. I'll walk you home."

"My place is a mess." Ghost tried to fight him but it didn't work well. It was half assed and he just flopped against him after a moment, breathing in deeply. "Johnny..."

Soap smiled. "I know your address."

"Course you do."

Soap walked him home and put him in bed. The place was spotless. More than spotless. The only evidence it was lived in was a few cups in the sink.

Ghost finally seemed to throw up everything and he just collapsed into bed.

"You eaten?" Soap asked. "Haven't seen you eat all day."

Ghost shook his head.

Soap nodded and looked around the flat. He found some crackers for him to eat but Ghost looked reluctant.

"Come on. Eat up."

Simon grumbled but ate the crackers. He laid back in the bed and relaxed. Innocent. A little lamb. His eyes slowly closed, eyelashes fluttering slightly.

Soap felt even more criminal than he already did. Ghost was younger. Youngest person to join the SAS at 24. His sergeant. And here he was, being a horrible creep.

"Sleep on my couch."

"Why?"

"It's hours until Glasgow. Plus, I might die in my sleep and I would want you to find me." Ghost opened his eyes to look at him. "You came at just the right time."

Soap felt sick. He didn't sleep. Now, instead of looking at him for his own selfish needs, he watched him in case he asphyxiated or overdosed. Every twitch was possible convulsions.

What the hell did Ghost mean by he came at the right time?

Simon woke up in a semi high haze. He groaned and stretched, realizing he was still in all of his clothes. He started undressing himself to take a shower.

Soap cleared his throat. Very clearly in his doorway.

Ghost wasn't shy about his body so he kept undressing. "You're here."

"Stayed all night. Didn't want you to choke to death on your own vomit."

Ghost grunted and pulled off his pants.

"Or try to finish the job. Were you doing that shit on purpose? Hoping I'd find your dead body?"

"No. I don't know. I feel like the guy who stalked me doesn't have much of a moral high ground."

Soap scoffed and glared into him.

"I wasn't trying to kill myself. You don't have to look at me like that. I was just... trying to lose myself for a bit. Stupidly, I assumed you'd leave. Should've realized you're like a blood hound."

Soap shook his head and looked away. He wore a different mask so Ghost could see his mohawk.

"Your hair is cool."

Soap quickly turned back around. "What?"

"I said it's cool."

"Thanks."

Ghost smiled awkwardly and left the room. "help yourself to whatever."

Soap nodded. "Nothing but tea here."

"Try some. Might like it."

Soap tried making tea but it was super bitter. He almost gagged when he drank it and he set it to the side.

Ghost came out of the shower. Wearing nothing but boxers.

What the hell.

He grabbed Soap's abandoned cup of tea and looked into it.

"What did you do to it?"

"I just steeped it?"

"How hot did you make the water?"

"I just boiled it and dropped a couple of tea bags into it."

"A couple??" Ghost looked confused. "How much were you trying to make?"

"A cup?"

Ghost sighed and started to fix a kettle. How domestic. His large back on display.

Soap felt both overdressed and horribly naked. Ghost could probably see everything going on in his brain.

He gave him a mug that looked so much lighter than the one he made.

"Sip it. See if it needs sugar."

It was warm. Filled up his chest. "It's fine."

Ghost nodded and sat on his chair, spreading his legs.

Soap tried to not stare at him. He just kept drinking.

They didn't speak much.

For some reason, Soap didn't leave for the rest of their little vacation.

They didn't talk about any of this. They just started working again when they got back.

Soap made his coffee and for some reason, he made a second cup. He slid it to Ghost when he saw him.

Ghost slowly sipped it and nodded. "I like it. Way better than the other stuff."

Soap nodded. "Way better."

They shared a moment of silence.

Ghost took a deep breath. "I can't sleep because of insomnia. Get nightmares and stuff. You?"

"Nightmares. I feel things... Bugs. Stuff like that."

Ghost nodded and looked at the cup. "I'm...sorry for the leave. You shouldn't have had to babysit me."

Soap felt so stupid. He didn't know why. His skin started to crawl.

"I was being pathetic. Curling up like a fucking alcoholic."

Soap closed the gap. His mask was still up.

Ghost tasted like coffee and bergamot. His hair still felt so soft.

Ghost kissed back, pulling him in closer. "Fucking hell."

Soap expected to push back. To dominate. Ghost was so soft in his own ways. Instead, he found himself matched and kissed back. Held so tight it made his breath catch.

And then Ghost growled and Soap found himself falling into his lap, panting. He wondered if Ghost would listen to his orders in bed. If they'd be like on the field. Perfect and seamless.

Ghost pulled him back and put his face in Soap's throat, breathing. His hands curled around him defensively. "I... um..."

Soap blurted out. "I want to draw you."

"...okay."

#call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #simon ghost riley #johnny soap mactavish #call of duty modern warfare ii #cod mw2 #cod #ghostsoap #soapghost

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hi! I love your writing and was so excited to see someone writing about Javier!! There’s not enough fics with him sadly. I was wondering if I could put a request in for something like…maybe Javier finally confesses his feelings to reader after coming back from Guarma (nearly dying there) maybe because of that he decides to act on his feelings before the time really is too late

just an idea and ty for the wonderful writing <3

floral and fading

pairing: javier x reader

a/n: i love this request so sooo much and im so happy to be working on more of them ! thank u sm for requesting ! decided to only use the spanish that i know in this oneshot hopefully i didn't make any mistakes. also happy new year !!! <33

warnings: slight nsfw

word count: 2.2k

summary: Javier returns from Guarma with newfound determination to tell you how he feels about you.

Things hadn't been alright for a while now and everyone was starting to realize that one by one. There was a dark cloud hanging over the once tight-knit group; the faith that Dutch so often preached to the gang to keep was dwindling. You tried to keep yourself busy by helping the other girls out even more than usual. It worked wonders as a distraction for the chaos prevailing all around you. You were no fool though, and because of that you knew that things were even more vulnerable than they seemed, especially now with five of your men missing. That five including the ringleader of it all, now you felt like an idiot waiting on disaster to strike.

You all fled with the help of Sadie and Charles to a strange and unfamiliar place. It was a huge shift from the comfort of your own quaint little room in Shady Belle but you were forever grateful for their selflessness. You thought often of the missing members of your group, the one you considered your best friend most of all. In the short year and a half that you'd known Javier you managed to become attached at the hip quite quickly. This was despite his loyalty to the group and subsequent skepticism of any unfamiliar face. He had a soft spot for you that you shared for him. You could barely stomach the idea of Javier being hurt. You knew that it was best to be realistic—to prepare for the worst, but whenever anyone would even suggest that something could've gone wrong with the boys, you had to excuse yourself. It was unbearable not knowing.

Sadie was the first to notice your mourning. She offered you comfort and kept the rest of the gang alive as best as she could until everything worked out. Not once did she tell you that they'd be back though, or even try to convince you that they were all okay. Apart of you appreciated it; being lied to was the last thing that you needed in such a fragile state.

The absence of most of the gang's men was devastatingly evident. It was much quieter, no silly quarrels or drunken excitement at night. Most noticeably the melodic sounds of Javier's guitar we're missing. You were finding it hard to sleep without him there to play a song for you until you drift off. Most times you lie on your cot trying to think of anything but how silent it is. Your mind still drifts to thoughts of him—his music, his voice. The gentle touch of his hand on yours when he thinks you've already fallen asleep.

You've been completely smitten for months and your feelings only grow to be more intense as each day passes. Now that he's gone, you feel like a piece of you is missing. You find yourself wrapping your arms around your body searching for some kind of solace in your own touch since Javier wasn't there to provide his.

Emotionally, you were a wreck, that much was obvious. What bothered you most of all was that you were a wreck for a man that you couldn't even call your own.

Another rainy night came. Ever since the boys disappeared it felt like all it did was rain. The smell of mud and wet earth was inescapable as you laid your head down on your bed. Your eyes were closed but you were wide awake, listening to the sounds of raindrops falling rhythmically outside the cabin.

You jumped up at the sound of hooves beating against the ground and Charles alerting the rest of your small group. You heard stray words being exchanged through the walks. Whoever had arrived had to be one of your group based on the muffled "Are you alright?" you heard from Sadie.

Mary-Beth slept near you, waking up at all of the noise outside. "What is all that? Who's here?" She asked you as if you were in any different position than she was.

"I'm not sure but it could be the boys," You said, stepping down from your bed. You were only in your chemise but wasted no time rushing outside. Your heart was beating through your chest as you pushed through the heavy wooden door only to be caught by Charles, clad in wet clothes.

"Hold on just a moment, we aren't sure if he was followed." He says. His hands are firmly around your biceps holding you in place, you have no choice but to stop resisting.

"Who? If who was followed?" You ask him, blinking the rain out of your eyes. You were frightened at hearing that only one man had made it back. It left you wondering what could've happened to the rest.

"Hola, It's been a while huh?" You hear Javier's voice for the first time in days and your knees feel weak at the sound.

"Get your ass out of the rain." Sadie responds, you can tell she's relieved to see him. Sadie and Uncle help him down from his horse and you notice how he groans at putting weight on his leg. Once Charles finally lets you go you nearly fall over your own feet trying to get to Javier.

"Mi cielo, I've missed you. Are you alright?" He asks you as you wrap your arms around each other.

You were cold, shaking, overwhelmed, and still scared underneath your joy for having Javier back. You felt tears welling up in your eyes but you still nodded. You were closest to being alright right now than you had been for the past few torturous days.

"Javier I—" You found yourself lost in your own head as you looked at him. He was bruised and had dark bags under his eyes that gave you the urge to rush him to bed.

"I'm just so glad you're back," was what you settled on, but you had so much more to say. He smiled, pulling you closer to him as you walked.

"Where is everyone else?" You asked him as you lead him into the cabin. Charles placed a sympathetic hand on his shoulder as he walked in. He had a slight limp and was weighing you down. You both had to stop to sit at a bench inside.

"They'll be around soon. We had to split up. Things were. . .bad. We ended up on an island called Guarma—a sugar plantation. We all got back in once piece though."

"I'm glad you're alright, Javier." Tilly said, handing him a mug of coffee.

You'd never heard of Guarma but based on how roughed up he looked, you could assume that it was nothing like Tahiti or any other tropical paradise Dutch had promised you all.

"You're hurt." You said, stating the obvious.

"It's just my leg, I'm alright really." He placed a hand on your leg comfortingly but the feeling of the wet fabric against your skin just reminded you of how cold you were.

"We're soaked." He said with a smile that made you blush.

"I'll go get us dry clothes. You should come to the room; my bed's right over there." You say pointing over to the door that held most of the women's sleeping space. You hoped that no one would take issue with Javier being with you just for a while.

Once you were both dry and wearing fresh clothes you slumped down on the bed next to Javier. A candle had been lit to light up the small room, just enough to see each other. You were exhausted all of the sudden. The excitement of having the person who meant the most to you had taken a lot out of you. Your eyelids felt heavy but you still noticed Javier's gaze.

"What is it?" You asked. He shook his head fondly.

It wasn't anything new to catch Javier staring at you—though it was barely "catching" since he never tried to hide it. For a man with such an intense glare, one that made grown men tremble in fear, you loved his eyes on you. Javier was one of the most effortlessly intimidating men that you knew but when he stared at you with his eyes glazed over in pure adoration you felt nothing but entranced.

His hair was still damp, stray strands that weren't pulled back hanging over his umber eyes. You'd always loved his hair. He took better care of it than any of the other men in camp. He was always teased by Sean for it, for being too effeminate he'd say, but you were always quick to defend him.

You reached towards him and gently tugged away the piece of fabric that pinned back his hair. Neither of you broke eye contact as his hair fell, framing his face. You tucked a lock of it behind his ear and smiled softly.

"You look pretty with your hair down."

"Pretty hm?" He hummed. You could tell that there was something on his mind. He had just been through god knows what on some island you didn't even know existed of course he would be lost in his own head. You were selfish though, and desperate to join him wherever he was.

"What's on your mind, Javier?" You asked him nervously. You looked down at your fingers waiting for his response.

"Would it be cliche to say you?"

"Yeah," you giggled, "Unless it's true." Your eyes met again.

"What if it was?" He said. You felt the air in the room shift, "What if I haven't been able to stop thinking of you since you wandered into camp that day."

"I'd barely call it wandering. . ." You said shyly. The events that brought you to the gang always got you bashful. He got a kick out of seeing you get all flustered when he mentioned it; he did so often.

"It was one of the most important days of my life—meeting you. I don't think I could live another day without you being mine, amor."

"What are you saying?" You said dumbly. Your heart speeds up like you've been running. You're almost scared he can hear the rapid beats from where he's sitting right next to you. You sit up completely, bringing your knees up to your chest.

"When I was in Guarma. . . I was captured by some very misled men." He said. You could tell that he was simplifying the story for your sake, as he often did when telling you about his experiences he felt you couldn't handle hearing about. Maybe he was right, he knew how much you worried.

"You know, I really didn't know if I was going to make it. I've feared for my life countless times, no es nada. But being over there," He shakes his head at the memory. Your hands touch then. Yours on top of his, rubbing your thumb over the back of his hand is soothing patterns in the same way he'd done for you on restless nights.

"It was different. Being surrounded by strange men in a strange place, not knowing if I would ever see my family again—you again. It made me think of how life. . . es frágil. I can't bear to think of leaving this earth without letting you know how I feel about you." The candle at the bedside was growing weak, the warm light illuminated Javier's face enough for you to make out the sincerity in his expression. He was silently begging for you, and you were in no position to deny him.

"I love you so much that it drives me insane sometimes," You say with a hollow chuckle, "I really do, Javier."

He leaned in slowly and without thinking you found yourself doing the same. His eyes were dark with lust as he lingered at your lips. Whenever he kissed you for the first time you knew that there was nothing you wanted more than to be his forever. It was immediate, suddenly feeling like the most obvious thing in the world. He placed a hand at the small of your back pressing you closer to him as he stroked his tongue against yours. You ached for him. Following his lead, your brain melted into a slow repetition of more, more, more.

"I've wanted you. . ." He says, taking a breath against your throat; you shiver at the sensation, "For longer than you know."

"Like this?" You ask pulling away from him to meet his eyes.

"Oh, mi amor, no tienes idea," He says with a look of mischief, "Maybe I'll get us a room for the night soon? So I can have you properly." You nodded, too lost in your daze of love and lust to properly respond.

"Yeah. . ." You said breathlessly, leaning your head against his chest.

"Yeah?" He says with a chuckle. Your face feels hot and your chest is rising at a rate that gives away just how out of it you are. He's pined over this moment for too long, it barely feels real. You feel so safe in his arms knowing that he's just as smitten for you as you are for him. Even with everyone else daring to walk in at any moment, you cuddle up to him even closer. "Eres tan hermosa, can't believe you're mine, mi amor." He says, slipping in and out of his native tongue as he often does when he's passionate about something. There's something light and dreamy stirring in your mind that you can tell you won't be able to shake for days. His hand stroking against your hair feels like the beginning of forever, wherever that leads you both.

#javier escuella x reader #javier escuella #rdr2 #rdr2 fanfic #red dead redemption 2 #javier escuella imagine

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ask-the-totally-real-peppino · 2 months

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Looks at Pep's profile on toyhouse:

Oooh, interesting stuff here! Also lots of sadness in the links! More thoughts below:

<"–and even being rescued himself in a few situations.">

<"- he and Porto helped me home when I was struggling to move, let alone keeping my form together -">

<"Porto, and Bello, found me when I wasn't in the best place, and very vulnerable">

My first thought was imagining Pep in 'Sopping Wet Creature' form being in either Porto or Bello's arms, but it's more likely him having a panic attack and both of them helping him get home.

<"but I realised what they needed, and I gave it to them - I still have that scar... I didn't even know I could get new scars...">

Wait, what do you mean new scars? And hmmm, clones don't really have blood (at least not like regular blood), but given what we currently know (or at least theorize) about Pep, perhaps he was the only one that could've helped Mirtillo.

(On a related note: Mirtillo being purple and considered to be Pep's baby. And a certain picture with a baby wearing purple. I'm not saying they're the same, just that maybe there's some subconscious connections here. Maybe the loss hits harder because he has lost his child before. It's twice now that he was taken away from his family.)

Also the dramatic irony of having an idea of what exactly happened to his family hurts! And every single one of Pep's links being one-sided thoughts! I'm over here making myself sadder theorizing that the last parts of each one are the exact thoughts he had while searching for them! That even though he was able to see the world outside the tower, he couldn't fully enjoy that freedom because in the back of his mind he's thinking that he failed them, that he was too weak and couldn't protect them–

He hopes that maybe, just maybe, he could find them. To be able to hug them again, hold them all in his arms and never let go. He would never ever lose them again.

Okay, I'm done for now.

On happier thoughts, Happy 1 year to this askblog! (It's March 1st where I am) Thank you for sharing this story with us! We appreciate all the love and care you bring with your designs and writing.

Always remember to take your time and have fun with it! Take care of yourself, Bean.

(Shy Theorist)

(AUGH, Shy Theorist Anon, must you sucker punch me right in the heart on this joyous occasion!!! (silly/lighthearted)

But you bring up various points! And I will provide context for others where applicable, like right now;

[Pep's updated reference on toyhou.se] and the [links where he shares his thoughts on his fambily members]

First point about [Porto] and [Bello] rescuing Pep I actually hope to touch on soon! Well, 'soon' as in 'within the next few story posts' - when they will actually be up is yet to be determined jfgksgd - but you're not too far off hehe

Second point about Pep getting a new scar - this is a little confusing since I don't draw scars in my cartoony style (for some reason that I do not remember) - unless it's like [Halloumi's] missing eye scar, which is just a big 'X' - but a lot of the characters do have visible scarring!

We just gotta hit them with the unsilly beam, like this;

And there they are! Although Pep's 'scars' are just markings to mimic Peppino's scars - except for one - while clones do not typically scar due to their healing/regeneration factor, it is possible

[Mirtillo] and [the baby in that 'certain' picture] both being purple babies might be intentional, or it might be bc I have a bias for purple, I'll never tell - but I do confirm they are not the same being, since Mirtillo has been depicted as a newborn clone (the 'gummy bear' stage) and clones made out of human cadavers do not have this stage

And yes!!! Pep doesn't know what happened to any of them, and he misses them all so much!!!

But they just might be closer than he thinks...

... Any way, thank you so much! Your kind words really mean a lot to me, and I always love hearing your thoughts and theories - even if I am a coy bastard about them sometimes, fkgfksdf

I know I keep saying that hopefully we get back to it, and I really mean it, but it in the meantime I just do what I can, and drop a few crumbs now and then hehe)

#ooc post #lore tag #theory post #why did I use different words for these tags kjfvdkdgf #oh well #but thank you shy theorist anon!#also gonna put a tag for real Pep just in case #body horror

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humanitys-strongest-bamf · 11 months

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I REALIZE I ONLY SENT HURT/NO COMFORT SO HERE'S THE COMFORT!!

I'm imagining it being some years later and Levi and reader run into each other, both single and working hard in the careers they worked hard to get into after college. They both regret the way things ended and decide to try again. Before it was wrong time, right person. Now is the right time. :3 soulmates AU anyone??

k thanks sorry for making you sad als;dkfj;alsdf <3

I'M CRYING I HAVEN'T WRITTEN ANYTHING THIS FLUFFY IN A WHILE DJSKLFKDJ

i also got too excited while writing this and made it longer than intended so this is a oneshot now apparently alkdfjlksajfd

this is technically a sequel to this other drabble i wrote the other day :3 it got too angsty so i bullied sky into sending me a follow-up request jsdkfjksdf

I Do | 1k Follower Event | Modern!AU Fluff Oneshot

✧ word count ➼ 1.3k ✧ notes ➼ modern!au, fluff, implied soulmates!au, i screamed while writing this, i'm a sucker for stolen kisses under the night skyf dskfjlskdjf

Even years after you last saw him, Levi was on your mind. There was something that felt right about being with him. Any partners that you've had in-between were short-lived. None provided you the passion, safety, love, and comfort that Levi had. You commonly found yourself staring at your phone, longing to reach out and go to him again.

After seeing you on the arms of someone else at that party all those years ago, you knew that he truly believed that you had moved on or hated him for pushing you away. It took everything in you to not pick up the phone and call him, to proclaim that you haven't taken a single step forward and that he was always at the forefront of your mind.

Thus, when you bumped into someone at a crosswalk and then immediately looked up into those gray eyes of his, you felt your heart soar and drop at the same time. You felt like you lost your ability to breathe. You felt your blood run cold. You couldn't bear walking away from him again. Now that he was in your presence again, you didn't know how you'd be able to cope with being forced to say goodbye again.

Even with completely different career paths and with the intent of flying far, far away from your alma mater, you both had still ended at the same town, walking down the same block, street, and crosswalk.

You weren't sure how long you were looking at him, getting lost in his steely gaze. You noted how mesmerizing his eyes were and how he was always able to communicate just through his gaze alone and how just him simply looking at you was enough to get your heart pounding.

"Hi."

You said shortly, as if you were frozen in place and was unsure of what to say or do.

"Hey," he responded quietly, sharing your thoughts of unease.

His eyes darted to the sidewalk and you quickly noticed that the light was about to turn green for the incoming traffic and the two of you quickly jogged to the other side of the street.

You awkwardly shuffled around him for a while. You could've just left, heading towards whatever original destination you had in mind, but something kept you from making that decision. Something in you wanted to be around him, as uncomfortable as it felt at the moment.

"Sorry," you apologized quietly, although you weren't sure what for. "Uhm-"

"-been a few years, hasn't it?" he spoke in a tone that indicated that he was feeling just as awkward as you did. However, he also couldn't bring himself to leave.

You looked up at him and nodded.

"Never thought I'd run into you here of all places," you said, throwing him a small smile in an attempt to lighten the mood.

"Neither did I."

There was silence again, except this time the two of you spent the time gazing into each other's eyes. He couldn't tell what was running through your mind and you couldn't tell what was running through his.

You finally spoke.

"Am I holding you up? You probably have somewhere to be."

Levi shrugged.

"Not really."

"Oh," you said quietly, awkwardly shuffling again. "Well, I should probably get-"

"Wanna grab coffee?" Levi asked before you could finish your sentence.

He didn't want to let you go again.

Part of you wanted to leave the situation and awkwardness as quick as possible, but a much bigger part of you wanted to be around him again. You couldn't explain it, but you were drawn to him, despite everything that had happened.

You nodded.

"I know a spot. It has..." he began talking, but eventually trailed off.

"It has...?"

"It has that one drink you liked," he mumbled quietly, almost as if he was embarrassed about the fact that he still knew that.

"O-Oh," you said quietly, looking away in an attempt to hide the pink tinting your cheeks.

You were mesmerized once you reached the cafe and you heard him ordering for you. Even years after you broke up and had no contact, he still knew you like the back of his hand. It brought up memories upon memories of all the little things that Levi did to show you his love for you. It was like a habit for him and he fell right back into it.

The two of you chatted, catching up about what life has been like since graduating. You were both single and focusing primarily on your careers post-college. You had fallen into the pattern of a mundane, everyday life.

Chatting with him felt more natural than you were willing to admit. Even talking to the friends you had made at work felt like more effort, but with Levi—it felt like second-nature.

You looked up as the waiter returned with a check for the two of you.

Almost as if you were on the same wavelength, you and Levi both attempted to place your cards on the table, with his hand brushing on yours.

Feeling his skin on yours momentarily paralyzed you.

You couldn't lie to yourself anymore. Being next to him, talking to him, and feeling his skin on yours just felt right. You had felt an empty pit within you for the past few years since graduating, and you knew it was because you longed for him.

That was on your mind the entire time as the two of you handled the check and found yourselves walking along the block away from the cafe and towards your respective homes. The sun had gone down and the street lights were beginning to turn on. With most people having either gone home or gone indoors to one of the local restaurants, it was only the two of you outside, bathed by the night lights.

You walked with your hands in your coat pocket, with the night air being slightly too chilly for your taste, although that gave you an excuse to explain the rising color in your cheeks.

You walked along the same block for a long time. It was so long that part of you forgot that you lived in separate areas and would have to arrive at a crossroads eventually. When you arrived at that crossroads, you felt yourself freeze again as you noticed him walking in a separate direction.

You couldn't let him go again.

You grabbed at his sleeve as he walked away, prompting him to stop.

"Levi, wait-"

He stopped walking immediately and looked over at you.

You looked into his soft, but concerned gaze. Your heart was pounding as every memory you had of being with him began to play on repeat in your head. You remembered the first time you met, the first time you kissed, as well as how absolutely heart broken you were when you left him all those years ago.

Before you could convince yourself otherwise, you pulled him in and pressed your lips against his.

You felt him freeze as he felt your lips on his again. His breath hitched right before returning the kiss a second or two later, placing his hand on the side of your face as you gripped onto his coat.

Feeling his lips on yours felt liberating. It felt like you were holding your breath every since you broke things off with him and now you were finally able to breath again. Your mind was overtaken as you felt his lips on yours, his hand on your cheek, and his body against yours.

You were meant for each other. You always were.

You slightly pulled away so that you could speak, but only slightly.

"I've dreamt of this," you whispered.

"Yeah?" he asked, matching your whisper.

"Where you're holding me and asking me if I wanna try again with you and..."

You trailed off.

"And...?" he asked expectantly.

"I do."

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doodlegirl1998 · 10 months

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I remember reading a post somewhere on Tumblr, I don't remember the exact one, I know it involved how Uraraka's plot was handled and how it could've been handled better.

One part is saying that Twice should've been her villain since they both dealt in poverty, one had support while the other had nothing.

And I think that would've been way better than what we got. Because if Uraraka and Twice were to have more genuine interactions with each other, she probably would've seen some of herself in him and how she could've turned out if she didn't had her parents or her friend's support.

Twice also probably would've been touched that a hero had suffered something similar but is able to keep moving forward despite the hardships and not having as much.

So what do you think? You think it would've worked better than the stupid love triangle that's happening?

Hi @theloganator101 👋,

Yes!! Twice as Uraraka's villain would have worked so so much better narratively.

In fact, this will be an unpopular opinion, I feel like because of how Toga and Twice were set up by Hori, their roles in the narrative being switched would also work better if one of them had to die.

Hawks killing a minor (Toga is seventeen) would be harder to excuse and brush under the carpet for him. So more consequences.

Twice would feel extremely guilty because now his worst fear has happened and his best friend has died because he trusted the wrong person.

Twice having a big moment of going full villain in the final battle would be more impactful and jarring than Toga who was honestly a full villain before she joined the LOV. Since he would go from a kind, goofy guy led into villainy and crime through his circumstances, mental illness, poverty to someone consumed by the need for revenge (rather like Dabi.)

Speaking of Dabi, there was more of a friendship between him and Twice and him and Toga. So having Twice fighting Uraraka getting more distraught because he was thinking he lost another friend while fighting her would be more impactful.

Also his fight with Uraraka would be more focused on his grief, his circumstances (that are rather like Uraraka's sans support) - the parallels between them both would be interesting to explore. Uraraka would have an easier time empathising with him.

Hawks would not have a fun time - could imagine Twice sending a legion of Toga clones his way, and only calling off the attack when Uraraka gets through to him.

Plus we would see more Twice asking the honest questions to her like "How do you keep going?" "How do you stay so positive and strong? I admire you, dude." "I was so stupid I trusted the hero who went and killed Toga-chan. How do I know youre not like the guy that killed my buddy? Toga-chan just wanted a place to belong like me..." Uraraka I could see providing him with the answers, support he needed as well as helping him forgive himself for what happened.

Toga (other than her sweet moments with Twice) was set up as an unrepentant blood yandere. Her friends? Her family? No mention of them (no build up of a mysterious past like Dabi either.) She's also a mass murderer prior to joining the LOV - so that's harder to redeem than Twice who wasn't and to my memory only committed burglary.

In my opinion, the Toga/Uraraka fight as it played out in canon was a mess. Hori seemed to try to do too many things at once and failed to give any of them real depth in the process.

Not only that by he failed to explore Toga's vengeance for Twice in more depth by distracting it with the love triangle B.S.

Hori doesn't allow her to really go all out trying to kill Hawks like she could have with the clone army.

He failed to explore Toga's backstory properly (I.e did her parents actually hit her? Her kissing her friends wound better - what happened there? Did she actually just press her mouth to the wound and suck? We don't know but she's covered in blood.)

Uraraka just her 'bond' with Toga, calling her the "cutest" and saying she wants to talk about romance now is all SO forced. Whereas the parallels with Twice were all already there.

TLDR - Twice should have been Uraraka's villain instead.

#mha critical #bnha critical #anti togachako #Anti Toga Himiko #Koala dont look

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here’s why mike and will are the ones that belong together and need each other more than anything

this smile right here happened because of will, and only will. this is one of the only scenes we see a real, genuine smile from mike all season because will is the only person he can truly be himself with (the other scene where he smiles like this is the one with will in season 4 episode 4). will makes mike feel loved and needed, just like mike has always done for him. mike is clearly struggling with his own insecurities and self-doubt and will is the one that cheered him up and made him feel like he was worth something. he told him he was needed and that he's "the heart" of the group, always leading and taking care of others. he painted something special for him to remind him of this, and we know how important will's art is to mike. he keeps a binder of his artwork and has his art all over his basement and room. you could see how excited he felt when he first opened the painting and found out will painted it.

will needs mike because mike has always been his safe place and the person who understands him most, and mike needs will for those exact reasons as well. they both make each other feel accepted for who they are and they were each other's first friend which makes their relationship even more special and beautiful. it's also important to remember that mike was the one who made the choice to walk up to will and ask him to be his friend because he saw that he was lonely, just like him. this made them more emotionally connected and they've always been able to understand each other from the moment they met. mike also likes the feeling of being needed because his role has always been to protect others and look out for them. that's what makes him feel genuinely happy and worth something. he's been pushed to the side his entire life, just like will, but when he can be there for people, it makes him feel so much better because he knows he's helping others too.

but the most heartbreaking thing about this entire scene is that will used eleven's name instead of his own... it could've been his moment, and mike could've finally realised how important he is to will and how important will is to him, but the timing unfortunately didn't work out. mike ended up thinking that those words and the art came from eleven, which it didn't, and that's the only reason why he ended up saying his monologue to eleven, because he was convinced she needed him and saw him as "the heart" when she never even said anything like that... the one who truly needs him, especially right now, is will. the car monologue, the painting and the speech about the heart was all from will. that is what touched mike's heart and made him truly happy because he needed to hear that more than anything.

will is the one that gave mike hope and strength, just like mike has always done for him. even when they were apart, will was thinking of mike and the party because they are so important to him and they have always provided him safety and comfort. mike and will's last private moment before leaving each other was when mike asked "what if you wanna join another party?" and will said "not possible". this painting shows that will kept his promise and thought of mike and the party even when he was far away. even in this scene, will sacrifices his own feelings and disguises his confession to protect mike and eleven's relationship and help them fix their problems when he didn't have to, especially after how he's been treated and excluded. so anyone that doubts how much will loves mike and how much mike means to him need to remember this. it's not just a "little crush" and will can't just "move on and find someone else". people who say things like that have no idea what they're talking about and they're just invalidating will’s feelings and his love for mike. will has always been in love with mike, long before eleven was in the picture, and none of this is easy for him.

will byers is the only person that can make mike wheeler smile like he did in the photo above. and the reason why it's different from all the other times mike smiles is because mike isn't pretending to be someone he's not, and he doesn't feel insecure around will. that is how you know it's real. this is true, genuine love. mike feels safe in his own skin when he's with will and he doesn't feel inferior to him at all. they are equals in the relationship and they always have been. will is the only person mike can truly be himself with, and mike is the only person will can truly be himself with too. we've seen it so many times throughout the entire series. they both understand each other, they feel equal to each other, they can be themselves with each other, they can open up and be honest and vulnerable with each other, they feel comfortable with each other, they bring out the best in each other, they've known each other the longest, they were each other's first friend and they have the closest and most genuine relationship in the entire show. mike and will are the ones that need each other more than anything and they don't even realise it.

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nichoskittycorner · 8 months

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Halloween surprise (A K smut)

>> Going to a Halloween party leads to a very eventful night (A werewolf K smut drabble(?))

>> Werewolf!K, knotting, unprotected sex, breeding kink, strangers having sex

A/N: Oh okay so NOW my brain wants to work but it's still not my WIP list…

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> It was Halloween night and of course, you had to dress to impress for a party you were invited to. Sure you could've been modest but what's the fun in that? Skimpy and sexy all the way!

> When you arrived with your friends, you instantly melted into the party scene and had a blast

> All eyes on you and your fabulous costume- and you loved the attention

> Guys tried talking to you but it was almost like a game to see how fast they would shy away or you would reject them. That was until one.

> A tall man, looking rather fuzzy with a pair of wolf-like ears on his head approached you. His eyes focused on you like you were next meal just waiting to be caught

> He was the perfect mix of cute but sexy, drawing you in. You started to talk to him but couldn't bring yourself to shoo him away. If anything, you got closer

> You kept the intros short before the flirting started. "I'm Y/n, and you?" "Call me K~," Said with all the suave and grace a sexy werewolf could muster as he kissed your hand

> Pushing your chest against him, batting your eyelashes, even running your hands up and down his sculpted chest. Settling it on his belt, ever so slowly inching it down to his crotch area

> He gave you a little smirk before taking your hand and rushing off to a room upstairs

> Shutting the door and locking it before pulling you into a heated kiss and laying you on the bed

> Hands and lips exploring and taking in every bit of each other without a second thought

> Pushing your legs open, his fingers started to play with your panties- making the already wet spot grow

> Moaning and grinding your hips against the little contact asking for more, and thankfully, he would provide

> Wasting no time, he pushed the rest of your dress up and took your panties off, tossing them aside before diving in and eating you out

> His lips and tongue focused on massaging your clit as he inserted a finger into your wet cunt, soon adding another and pumping them with ease

> Your back arched and lewd pleasure-filled noises fell from your lips, even though you tried to bite them back

> "Don't try to be quiet now pretty, not when you were talking so much downstairs"

> As he continued to work your body, you knew your orgasm was building, ready for the release as you made a mess but suddenly it was gone- K pulling before placing a kiss on your forehead

> "You're quite eager. But I'd prefer if I made you cum on my cock yeah?"

> It was probably the horny desperation that made you nod

> Not a minute sooner and his pants were down and he had slipped inside your cunt, pounding into you and making your head spin. Moving his hips with expert precision, hitting your spot, and wrapping your legs around his hips

> His lips connected with the exposed skin of your neck, ensuring to leave marks as he held you down by your hips

> A low growl leaves his body in between the kisses on your skin. His grip getting stronger as he started to leak precum

> You could feel your orgasm building again, ready to clench down and release your juices all over him, head thrown back and your attempts to keep quiet long forgotten

> Just as you came, your body erupting in pleasure you moaned out his name, letting him continue to fuck you until he reached his own high

> But you started to feel something strange, part of him was swelling, making it harder for him to thrust in and out, restoring to shallow ruts deeper into your hole

> "K? What is that, are you okay?" You were only met with a moan-like growl sound from him

> "Don't worry baby, just gonna stuff you full of cum. Make you carry my pups and you'll be mine"

> You didn't have time to ask him more questions as he came deep inside you, shaking and stuttering as he painted your walls

> He was breathing heavily and pulled you into a kiss, lacing your hands together and laying his head into the crook of your neck, placing lazy kisses on the skin

> You were enjoying the contact but still a bit riled up from this odd predicament as he still was inside you and not moving. Any attempts ended with no progress

> "Might want to get comfy mate, we're gonna be here for a while."

> Mate… and he mentioned pups earlier… Taking a hand, you touched his fluffy wolf ears, only to have them twitch in response

> They were real?! And it all made sense, especially as he chuckled and pulled you closer to him. "That's right baby, the ears aren't just for show. And picking you was no accident"

#&team smut #&team hard thoughts #&team hard hours #andteam smut #&team x reader #&team k smut #k smut #k x reader #andteam k smut

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Can we take a moment to talk about Issac and Scott, and while I do believe that Isaac at some point did have a crush, that formed into more of an admiration, and ended with seeing him as more of an authority figure than anything?

The first we see of Isaac, he'd working in the graveyard, and he meets Derek, who offered (in a sense) a way to get rid of his fears. And while he's still scared of his father, his newfound strength and healing give him the confidence to stand up to his father in 'Shape Shifted'. We can assume, since he says his father wasn't always abusive, that Coach Lahey turned to alcoholism after Isaac's mother died. How? That remains unsaid.

It is hinted that he was abused before his brother died back when Matt was telling the story of what happened at the pool party. Coach Lahey saw a child who couldn't swim and bullied him into not telling anyone about the party. Nonetheless, at some point, Isaac became afraid of coming home each day and allowed his father to take control of the conversation with Sheriff Stilinski in the cemetery as Isaac's only figure of authority.

But Isaac, instead of shying away, confronts his father.

"You could've blinded me." He says this with anger, and for the first time, he feels like he can do something about it.

How did this tie in with his views on Scott? I'm getting there.

Coach Lahey tells Isaac that this is a punishment. That he deserved it. And this has probably been engraved in his mind as truth. When Derek kicks him out, he mimics that last experience Isaac had with his father. Derek, who he most likely put in the empty space left by Camden and saw as an older brother. Before that, Isaac didn't want to leave, but once Derek throws the glass at him, he does. Derek already radiates authority, but once Isaac realizes Derek can hurt him, he doesn't want to take that chance because of his strong sense of self-preservation. Isaac, even if it's for a split second, associates Derek with his father.

He goes to Scott because he trusts him and most definitely admires him. It's at this point where he replaces Derek and Camden with Scott (despite his small crush). Scott is now an authority figure. An Alpha. A leader. And, ultimately, when Isaac admits that he has a crush on Allison, he asks Scott if he's angry. He already feels guilt despite not actually indulging in his feelings for Allison. But when he admits to Scott that he wanted to, Scott throws him against the wall, and it looks like it hurts, despite Isaac's ability to heal.

This happens at least once more, but it seems like it happened many times before seeing as Melissa is as tired of it as she is. Isaac is now seeing Scott as this figure of authority that takes his anger out on him because Isac feels like he deserves it. He feels like he owes it to Scott, but he doesn't.

Eventually he latches himself onto Chris, who doesn't take his anger out on him. Chris holds him when he grieves Allison, and provides a place for him in France and that's where he stays for the rest of the series (presumably).

A note, this isn't Scott or Derek hate, but they do have their flaws and their moments just like every other character. I love them just like I love every other flawed-yet-not-inherently-evil character. While Scott could've handled that particular situation a lot better than he did, he didn't, and that part's not his fault. He's a teenager with super strength who gets angry. But while it's easy to make that mistake once, making it a pattern definitely was a bad Scott moment.

Derek could've sat Isaac down and explained why Isaac wasn't safe with him at the loft or just didn't kick him out in general. But Derek has his issues with communication, and it's something he works on and gets better at throughout the series.

That was a lot, but I also have very strong feelings regarding Isaac's trauma and relationship with the authority figures in his life.

#isaac lahey #teen wolf #teen wolf psychoanalysis #coach lahey #derek hale #scott mccall #chris argent #sheriff stilinski #scisaac

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chiefdirector · 7 months

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Sleep | Bobby Nash | 9-1-1

No. 2: Insomnia

Maybe it was all too much, or maybe he just wasn't enough. It could've been a manner of a hundred-million things, but every thought all came to one conclusion: it was all his fault. He had been through this before, but he didn't know how he could cope this time around.

He had lost his family before but he had a bottle of booze to indulge himself with as he forgot the world around him. He didn't have that anymore. Bobby never thought he would miss that part of his life but here he was, craving the amnesia only a bottle of Jameson could provide.

Moving to California had been hard, but his team at the 118 had made it easy. The regret of his actions had plagued him, and continued to do so, but loving these people, and subsequently being loved by them has made it easier. But despite all of his objections to the suggestion, Bobby had found a soft spot for Buck; he took the young man in and helped him mold himself to be the man he had grown up to be. Buck was the closest thing Bobby would ever get to a father-son relationship again, but God did he wish the treasured it more.

Bobby had seen Buck in a hospital bed a countless amoutn of times, but this time was different. This time Buck has a series of wires and tubes running in and out of his body. Some were providing pain relief, other blood, or nutritions. The one Bobby hated the most was the one that breathed for him. He hated that Buck couldnt breathe himself and needed some machine to do it for him, and he hated it that it was under his watch did this happen.

Deep down, Bobby knew that he couldn't control the weather, and he was sure as Hell that he couldn't have predicted that lightning would strike buck down from that ladder. But still, it was under his watch, command, and guidance that he went up that ladder. It was still his fault that he went up. It was his fault that Buck had to be rescued, and resuscitated, and revived.

It was all his fault and he didn't know if he could live with himself if he lost Buck also.

Days passed, the sun rose, and set, and rose once again. Nurses and doctors changed shifts, people came to see Buck and they left once again. The only constants were the pulsing of the heart rate monitor and Bobby himself. It all blended and blurred with each other, so much so that the sound of his phone pinging jolted him to attention.

Clicking the phone to life, he saw a singular message on his home screen from Athena.

Are you okay? Have you slept, it's late.

Bobby looked up and out the window, sure enough the sun had set once again. He then looked down to the date on his phone. Thursday. Time had passed a lot quicker than he had expected, but then again he wasn't very aware of much lately. As quickly as he could, he shot back a reply.

I haven’t slept in days, I don't think I can right now

At this, he switched his phone to silent and slid it into his pocket. he could argue about his self destructive tendencies with Athena another time. Right now he wanted to pour all of attention into Buck, just in case he woke up. Just in case.

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#bobby nash imagine #evan buckley imagine #evan buckley x reader #bathena #911 imagine #ailesswhumptober2023 #chiefdirector

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sawyerslvt · 1 month

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Two Sides To The Devil - Johnny Slaughter (Episode 6)

Previous Episode ♡ Next Episode Completed series :) Summary: Johnny Slaughter kidnaps you and you wake up in his basement. You negotiate your way out of death by offering to lure in male victims with your beauty. Johnny entertains your desperate offer. He ends up having to protect you and slowly starts to fall in love with his victim, and so do you. Word count: 1,150 Warnings: None

You’ve been spending the past four weeks at this dingy motel. There is all sorts of shady activity happening but it's really cheap. Leona dropped you off here and ever since, you've stayed here. You managed to negotiate a week of free stay since you didn't have any money. During that week you managed to find a job in the nearest town as a server in this cozy diner. You didn't make much but it was enough to get by. The first three weeks went by fine. You were too busy worrying about your living situation and you didn't have time to think about much else.

Now that you have more time to think, you find yourself thinking back to that night. What made him shift so fast? You couldn't make sense of this cold killer but maybe that's what it was. It was psychotic behavior, not meant to be looked deeper into. But he didnt feel like a psychopath. You were there. He was sweet, caring and passionate. Unless he was faking it all, he would be one hell of a good liar. You would think of explanations to his behavior but would always come to the same conclusion. He told you to leave as if he hated himself for saying it, like he didn't want to. He told you to leave because he wanted to protect you… from himself. You blush thinking about it, to think that he fell for you as hard as you fell for him provided you comfort. In that case, you wouldn't feel as crazy as you did for thinking he was capable of love… he was no monster, he just needed the right person, and you betrayed him by not accepting him for who he is. Love is work, working to love each other, through thick and thin. Through flaws and hardship.

This was no life to live but, but more importantly… you missed him like crazy. And the longer you were away from him, the thoughts penetrated through more and more regularly. You think about him holding you, his smirks, his body, his wonderful laugh, and his kisses that made you melt into his big arms. All you wanted was to feel him one last time, one more time was all you needed to remind yourself of what ‘good’ felt again. For every day that passed you craved him more, you were desperate for his touch. You needed him but his words echoed in your head. ‘If I see you again. I will kill you’, that's what he told you, and he said it like he truly meant it, but if your theory is correct… he couldn't kill you.

You took all your money, quit your job and left the life you had built for yourself. If you really needed to, you could do it again. You go back to the road where Leona had dropped you off and wait for a car that was willing to give you a lift back to your Johnny.

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You stand in front of the property. You feel frozen. It's only been four weeks but it feels like you've lived a thousand lives being away from him. You look to your right, the sunflowers no longer look sad. They’re shining bright in the hot Texan sunlight, they’re beautiful and look as happy as ever. You walk through the wonderful garden and get to the front door. You stand in front of the door, reluctant to knock. You didn't know who else lived here. You assumed it could've been the old man that Johnny argued with one night.

You stand in front of the door for a while, your mind racing, your heart beating like it wanted to kill you. You prepare yourself for the old man opening the door, or maybe you should prepare yourself to see Johnny and throw yourself into his arms. You try to pull yourself together and knock on the door, three timid knocks. When no one answered, you knocked again, a bit harder. *Knock* *Knock*...you get interrupted before you land your knuckles trying to finish your last knock.

A petite blonde woman opened the door. She looks to be your age, maybe a bit older and she’s beautiful. She has youthful mannerism. “Hiya there sugar! How may I help you?”. Her voice was cheerful. “... I… I was looking for Johnny.” you speak nervously, realizing you don't know his last name. A small wave of jealousy hits you as you realize this could be his girlfriend. “Oh, Johnny? He’s not home at the moment. Why? Is he in trouble?”. She is playful in her voice, she knows you’re no authority by the shakiness in your voice. “Do you think I could wait for him in his shack?” you ask cautiously, not being able to predict what her reaction could be.

Her eyes widen as if she just saw a ghost and you see her get fidgety, more than before, that is. "Oh… oh! Why… yes of course love! Follow me, I'll bring you right to it”. Gently but eagerly, she brushes past you and looks behind to make sure you're following her. You follow suit and silently question her suspicious behavior.

You approach the shack and you look to the floor where he threw you last time, you rub your arm remembering how much it hurt. She opens the door and gestures for you to walk in. “He should be home by tonight, sugar. It was nice meeting you” she gives you a warm smile and closes the door behind her before rushing away. ‘It was nice meeting you’. You furrowed your brows thinking about it. She said it as if she was expecting you. She was a little odd ball, but a likable one.

You take a look around his shack and you’re disappointed to see that he has dirtied it back up. It somehow looks worse than before, with broken plates and literal dirt covering the place. The amount of beer bottles and other alcohol covering the floor surprised you, how had he managed to drink all that in only four weeks? You take notice of a knife to your right on a shelf. His words echo in your head once again. ‘If I see you again. I will kill you’... you didn't believe it but better safe than sorry. You grab the knife and take a seat on the couch. You examine the knife, placing your finger on the tip, checking how sharp it was, it was really sharp. You continue watching it as you wonder what it's been through. Was it responsible for killing someone? If it's Johnny's knife… then yes. You place the knife to your right, tucking it under your thigh slightly without cutting yourself. You didn't want him cathing you with it.

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