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lazyjellyfish300 · 4 months

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Love Across Dimensions spicy part 2

Miguel O'Hara x AFAB Reader s/o

Gif credits to @miguelo-hara

Part 1 , Long Distance NSFW blurb

Synopsis: You're from a different dimension than him. You didn't ask to fall in love with the protector of the multiverse, and it sure as hell isn't easy being in a long distance relationship with him. This whole thing is you two being needy ASF for each other. 😏🔥 Outline/headcanon ish format. Word count: 2.3k

TW: MINORS DNI, SMUT(PHONE SEX, MASTURBATING, CONSENSUAL VOYEURISM, FINGERING, P IN V, SPANKING, HICKEYS, DADDY KINK, USE OF SEX TOYS(VIBRATOR)LITTLE DEGRADATION,ORAL F RECEIVING, SLIGHT YANDERE IN ONE STATEMENT TOWARDS THE END, RELATIONSHIP DIFFICULTY.

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(red is you, black is him)

Are you finally gonna let me talk?

I don't know. Are you finally going to keep the promises you make to me?

Stop it. You know when I get an alert that means I need to go, babe. I didn't break it because I wanted to.

I'm just so sick of this, Miguel. You always feel like you have to save everything and everyone. You don't need to be the hero all the time. You have Jess, Peter, Ben..lots of people who are perfectly capable of handling things for you while you're gone.

I have a job to do, it's as simple as that.

And you also have someone right here who loves you and instead of us finally seeing each other after 3 months apart for my birthday, which, by the way was supposed to be an entire weekend but I compromised and canceled the Airbnb & settled for just seeing you for a couple hours and dinner at home and instead, I'm once again up all goddamn night waiting for you and worried about whether my boyfriend is going to actually be alive the next fucking day.

Let me make it up to you.

That's what you said last time.

I mean it this time.

Anyway it's 4 am and I need to be up in literally an hour. Goodnight.

Baby...wait.

*Click*

You hang up and throw your phone on the edge of your bed and sink back under the covers, shuddering as you let your tears of frustration soak your pillowcase.

You doze off for several moments and jolt awake when you hear that familiar zapping sound of an orange portal.

Miguel walks through, eyes a fiery Vermillion fuming under a furrowed brow. "Don't hang up on me again."

You're secretly floating on the inside but you sit up, crossing your arms, holding your ground. He's not going to get off so easily this time.

"What are you doing here?"

"Not happy to see me?" His brow raises.

"No." You scoff, but the corners of your mouth start to give you away.

"Don't be like that..." Miguel croons, honey lacing his tone. He knew he could crack you easier than a chestnut.

"I'm not in the..... mood." Your voice gets quiet at the last word and your chest heaves when his suit deactivates, leaving him bare in front of you.

"Don't look away from me." He says quietly, taking your face in his hands, slipping under the covers with you, gasping at the feeling of his warm thigh touching your hip.

"I have work this morning..." You start to protest.

"Mmm? Well you can't work a full shift on only an hour of sleep." Miguel says, peppering your cheeks with kisses.

His minty breath and slight musk coming off his skin is completely throwing you off guard.

"I...mph...I started my period, today, actually...." Your face relaxes and you finally let out a soft moan of surrender as Miguel reclines you back, focusing on the outline of his broad shoulders rippling as he lays himself carefully on top of you.

He pauses for a moment, then the corner of his mouth twitches. "Do you have a clean towel?"

Needless to say, Miguel got his red wings that night.

- Sometimes he keeps a pair of your panties, putting it in his luggage before he leaves. He used to just rip them off you with his talons. But, one time after you two had sex, you used the bathroom and walked back in on him pressing the lace thong to his nose.

You smirked, "Why not just take it with you? And, you won't have to replace another pair."

He loved the idea and started doing it from then on. Saving his wallet and your sanity.

-The "I've missed you" sex is something else. When he can only visit for a few hours it's desperate, rough fucking. The kind of sex where as he's tearing your clothes off, he's telling you,

"Don't have very long baby, sorry if I'm a little rough....." He nips your bottom lip with his teeth tweaking the buds of your breasts in his fingers.

"¿Te parece bien?" (Is that okay with you?)

Fuck yes it is.

The kind where it feels like this fuck session is going to be his last, the way he's moaning, taking the Lord's name in vain over and over while simultaneously praising Him for the soft gift of your body underneath him.

The kind where you're bent over the arm of your couch, taking his cock all at once, over, and over, a battering ram against your cervix. Your eyes are watering, begging for a time out, so he'll pause and relieve your pussy from behind with his tongue, the globes of your ass nearly suffocating his face as he buries himself in between them, starting with your clit and pussy at the bottom then moving on up to eating your ass, slipping a finger into the tight ring of muscle making you groan.

Then, his pretty, glistening face will come back up, his chest pressing into your back with a hand around your throat for support, letting you have a taste of yourself off his lips. They're puffy, wet and sloppy as he glides his cock back into you, slipping into you much easier now.

"Got you nice and wet this time, hmm cariño?" he lays a sharp smack on your ass in praise, the smacking sounds of skin and your high pitched moans piercing the room once more.

- It's soft, sensual, passionate fucks when his visits are longer. The kind of sex with rounds. Start at 10 pm, end at 5 am kind. The, "let's see how many surfaces in this hotel room we can christen with me fucking you on top of it" kind.

The kind of sex that has you zoned out your entire college lecture because the flashbacks just pop up, making you clench your thighs. The kind where he's balls deep in your soaked pussy, and it's still not close enough. The kind where you two swear the sweat from your bodies is making you melt into the other's skin. The kind where he says "I love you" with every thrust of his cock.

When he's fucking you like this he's worshipping your body, particularly focusing on your breasts and tummy at first because when he reaches your pussy, he'll be there for hours. He starts by taking your tits and pushing them up gently, holding their weight, admiring how pretty they look in his hands.

Some time later he'll sit you up in Lotus. The angle his cock is going into you in this position is so good, you're sighing and fighting to keep your eyes open but he'll take your chin in his fingers, kiss you, and lean back a little, making sure you get a good view of his wet cock sliding in and out. Watching him fuck you is a requirement.

"No, baby, abre los ojos....recuerdas? (Open your eyes, you remember?)

You nod dumbly.

"Good fucking girl..." while he watches you with a smirk on his stupidly handsome face.

-But there's nothing like a good finger fuck from him.

"You're so beautiful..." he whispers while looking down at you, his pretty lips wrapping around your nipple again, his large pad of his tongue doing laps around your areola as he eases two fingers into your pussy with a tight squeeze. You arch your back and press the back of your head into your mattress, eyes shut tight. He begins to move his fingers in an agonizing rhythm while looking at you with his head cocked to the side.

"Does that feel good, baby?" He whispers.

"Nghhh....." you whine a little bit, struggling to adjust to the girth of his thick fingers.

Miguel eases his fingers a bit, curling them a little slower, pressing upwards softly, then brushing them gently down in a circular pattern against the walls of your pussy, coaxing the soul out of your body in a relaxed, steady pump.

"That better...?" He asks gently.

You nod. "Yes, baby...."

Then he hits the sweet spot.

"Oh.......baby.....right there..."

"Right here, sweetheart?"

Fuck, he hits it perfectly.

"Yes baby......oh baby, please, please don't stop..."

"Oh...." Miguel whispers, eyes melting as he keeps his fingers in your favorite spot.

"I won't..." he kissed your forehead.

"Am I making you feel good, sweet girl?"

"Yes, Daddy you are..."

"Fffuck...what was that, baby?" Miguel chuckles and smirks as he keeps finger fucking you.

"Yes, Daddy...." Your eyes roll back, and your breathing speeds up. He's fucking you too good at this point.

Miguel's cock is painfully hard now.

"Hmmm....one more time for me, mami."

"Yes, Daddy..."

Miguel bites his lip, leaning even closer to you, adding his thumb to your clit and swirling it, making you whine even more.

"Just for that, daddy's gonna make you cum."

-Hickeys only where he can see. You love looking at them when you're alone while he's gone.

"One more, baby, just one more...." He teases playfully, locking his lips around your sore ass cheek, several red purplish marks already left behind. You whine a little and bury your head in the pillow, trying to take your mind off the aching suction.

"Babyyyy...," you whine.

"Mmm, mmm, be patient, baby, almost done." He kneads the flesh of your ass with his hands.

"M' sore...." you exhale, but starting to enjoy the way he's massaging your ass.

He ignores you, focused on branding your ass with his spit.

"M'hungryyy...." you whine, adding a dash of sweetness that you know he always gives in to.

"I'll buy you lunch baby, just a few more minutes..." He mumbles, still occupied with your ass.

You pout but let him have his way this time.

-You two have a consensual agreement to voyeurism whenever you shower, or masturbate, he'll sometimes watch you via his surveillance screens at work. It's almost always a bad time for him though, being the workaholic he is. But once in a while he'll cave.

Miguel grumbles and activates his mask, loading the coordinates in his watch when, out of the corner of his eye, he sees you undressing in your bathroom in the small, minimized window he keeps open for you in the bottom corner of the screen on his watch.

"Really, right now?" He whispers, exasperated.

But then the water turns on and he sees you move the detachable shower head up and down the front of your body, starting with the top of your lead, then watering your tits. The droplets kiss your body and soak it, leaving it shiny and wet. Miguel's getting hard now.

You place a hand on the steamy glass door and open your legs, letting the stream hit you in that spot you love so much.

5 minutes is all I need.

"Ben. Change of plans, need you on Earth-67. Goblin's at it again. I'll be right behind you."

"Wait, what..."

Miguel doesn't answer as he's already briskly walking away for a quiet place to enjoy the show.

-Phone sex always starts off a little awkward but it's always shamelessly filthy as you two lay in your separate locations, letting each other hear the other one fuck themselves. (red is you, black is him)

"How long have we been talking by now, anyway?"

"No clue."

.......

So, did I tell you Jazmin's engaged? I'm supposed to be a bridesmaid. I need to get my dress next month and I'm kind of nervous.

.......

Hello?

....

Baaabe?

Hm?

You distracted or what?

I am technically working, you know.

Hah. Of course you are.

I thought you were only calling me for one reason.

Which was?

Don't play dumb, cariño.

No, really, what?

Very funny.

What?

Just shut up and start moaning or something, idk.

Oh my God!

What, phone sex is too much for you now?

No, but now you just ruined the mood.

Not my problem.

That's too bad, I had a whole outfit planned and everything.

Care to share what this 'outfit' looks like?

No way. I'm still mad at you.

You're not mad when I'm eating you out like the last supper.

Stop!

C'mon now baby...

Uh uh.

*Exhales* Cariño...

Fuck. You...

Baby...

*Grumbles*

Mi amor, mi vida, mi alma....

*Speechless*

My goddess...

*Getting weak*

My sexy little wife...

*Deep breath*

Mrs. O'Hara...

*quietly* Mrs. O'Hara....

Mmmmmm...does that excite you, hermosa?

yes baby....what are you thinking about right now?

I'm stroking my cock, wishing I was fucking that pretty pussy....

Miguellll.....

Shhhhh...baby.....not so loud...

Baby pleaseee...

Keep making those sounds for me baby. Tell me that I'm all yours.

You're mine...

Keep going....

You're all mine baby. I don't want anyone else but you....

Ffuck, that's right baby. Are you touching yourself?

Yes baby, I am...

Good girl....God you're so fucking sexy.

Oh....

Do you have your vibrator on?

Yes baby I do...

Good...put it on that clit for me.

Oh....oh my fucking God....

Yeah....like the way I'm spoiling your pussy, hmm?

Yes Daddy, I love it..... I love it so much.....

Call me that again...

Daddy....

That's right baby...such a filthy girl.

Yeah....

So fuckin naughty..

Yes Daddy I am...

Fffuck.....you're all mine right baby?

Yes Daddy...

You belong to me?

Yes Daddy I'm all yours....

Fffuck that's right baby...you're all fucking mine. Gonna fucking kill anybody that takes you away from me..

I love you so fucking much....

I fucking love you baby...God you drive me so fuckin insane...

Miguel.....Baby, I wanna cum....

Cum for me princesa...wanna hear you whine while I make you cum all over my cock....

Oh God....

Tell me you're close baby?

I'm close, baby....

God I wanna fucking ruin you...

Ruin me baby...

I'm gonna fuckin ruin you....pound you....fuck you so fucking hard....

Mmmmm yeah?

Gonna fucking shove this cock down your pretty throat....let you swallow my cum...

Oh baby I want you so fucking bad...

How much baby?

So fucking much baby, you're all I think about...I cum just thinking about you....

Cum for me right now.

Ohhhhhhh....

*Panting*

Baby....

Was that good for you baby?

Yes baby....it was fucking amazing...

Good... because we're doing it again.

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thefanficmonster · 3 months

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Reader being jealous of Carmen and Sydney

Oooh I love that idea, dear! Hope you enjoy 💕

Pairing: Carmen "Carmy" Berzatto x Reader (Gender Neutral)

Warnings: Smoking, Swearing, Minor SPOILERS for The Bear (S2)

Genre: Fluff, Humor, Romance

The regular hustle and bustle of people making their way home from work has taken over Chicago now that the clock has passed 3 PM. Although sounds of chaos have been rattling the establishment since the hollow ungodly hours of the morning. Shouting bouncing off the walls, shit breaking, Fak and Richie being Fak and Richie. And all you've been trying to do is difuse the situation.

Sugar needs a break, as she very clearly told you with a single glance from across the room. You gave her a nod and let her close herself off in her office to take a breather while you took over keeping the circus in a somewhat straight line.

Currently, you're on your hands and knees, scraping all the debris and dirt that's gotten on the new tiles while the rest of the repairs were still taking place. You warned Carmy the tiles would look far from new if they were the first thing he chose to replace but he still stubbornly put his foot down on the matter. And now he realizes he shot himself in that same foot, giving you an apologetic look from where he's standing.

"Quit staring, Berzatto. Do your job." You scoff, continuing your task with a newfound aggression that threatens to take out the whole tile not just the stain.

You've been blowing him off and avoiding him all day - quite the abnormality since arguing with him is to you what a cup of coffee is to other people. A day for you ain't right unless it starts with a disagreement with him. To be fair, it still is a fight, just a silent one. It all but guarantees you a win when he can't even defend himself, oblivious to how he could've pissed you off in the first place.

"Why are you being mean?" It irritates you, that tone of amusement to his voice. He's entertained, he's fucking enjoying himself.

"I'm always mean." You reply without even sparing him a glance. Your point is accentuated when you hit Richie's knee with your free hand just as he starts getting rowdy with Fak. He yelps, scowling down at you before lifting his arms up in surrender. "See?"

Looking up, you see Carmy is no longer in his previous spot. Instead, he's knelt down a couple feet away from you, a scraping tool of his own in hand. "Oh I see just fine, Chef."

Your skin flushes with heat as you try to curb your annoyance - how is the fucker winning an argument he doesn't even know he's entered. "Not well enough as it would seem." You tap the stain he'd scraped at once or twice before moving on to the next, "This doesn't look clean to me, Chef." The amount of bitterness and sass compacted into that single word is almost palpable in the air between you two.

"Alright, that's it." He says, exasperated, dropping the tool and getting to his feet. He dusts his knees before offering you a hand, "Cigarette, now."

You don't budge, still at the stain you've been struggling with for the past five minutes, "I'm busy. Ask Syd."

At that, Carmen has the audacity to straight up laugh. That's' what pushes you to reach your boiling point. You look up to tell him the fuck off just to have the tool swiftly stolen from your grasp, "Hey!"

"Cigarette, Chef. Now." His eyebrows are raised, giving you an earnest look that is meant to pull at the strings of your apperhension. He's not dumb, he can see you're particularly ticked off today. He can also take an accurate guess as to why. But he sure as hell isn't about to have that talk in front of Dumb and Dumber. Not that they'd pay you two much mind considering they've entered another screaming match but still - they have a tendency of paying attention when one would least want them to.

You feel like a child being scolded for throwing a tantrum. The only reason you oblige and stand up is to preserve your own pride. You make a point of not taking the offered hand, getting to your feet yourself and dusting off the pants of your overalls that have now been decorated with a lot of dust.

Contant is still established when Carmy grabs your hand, leading you to the back door and out in the alleyway. To be frank, here, it's not like you tried to wiggle free from his grasp but that's semantics at this point.

He plucks a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, taking two out. He traps one between his lips before extending the other to you.

You're not a regular smoker but you also don't turn it down when you're offered one. Especially not when you're stressed. With that taken into consideration, despite Carmen being the root of your stress at the moment, you still accept the offer and reach up for the cigarette.

Much to your annoyance, however, he snatches it away before you can take it.

Your hand balls up in a fist as you glare daggers and any other sharp objects at his smug expression. With a shake of his head and a fucking chuckle he offers it again, hoping you got the memo this time around.

The only reason you cave is just so you can put an end to this back-and-forth. So, despite your better judgement you bite the bullet and lean in, taking the cigarette between your lips.

It brings a smile to his face that you happily smack off had you not been at work at the moment. Instead, you focus your gaze on the flame he flicks on and inches closer to the cherry of your cigarette.

You take a long drag, inhaling the smoke with relief. It doesn't last long though since Carmen just has to open his mouth again.

"I'll ask you again - why are you being mean?" He lets out a cloud of smoke in the air, once more exhibiting exasperation you believe he has no right to feel.

Your jaw is set and so are your narrowed eyes as you follow suit - releasing the nicotine from your lungs, "And I'll tell you again - I'm always mean. I'll do you one better - why are you wasting time? We've got a lot of shit to do and we gotta do it in a very short fucking time and you're here taking smoke breaks! Sugar is losing her mind, Fak and Richie are gonna kill each other, Cicero is breathing down our necks, Syd is counting on you..."

"And you're not?" He cuts you off, the smugness now long gone from his features.

One hand rests on your hip while the other brings the cigarette back to your lips, "That doesn't matter."

You're almost satisfied to see the irritation you've been feeling all day now take hold of him, "Like hell it fucking doesn't."

Rolling your eyes, you flick your wrist to check your watch, "You should get going. Don't you have a menu consultation with Syd?" You mumble around the tobacco stick in your mouth, avoiding his gaze entirely now that you've lost all sense of subtlety to your anger.

If he were to ask you point blank if you are jealous of his close partnership with Syd, you'd laugh. And it is indeed laughable when you factor in the knoledge of how disinterested she is in terms of Carmy outside of a work setting. But still there's that nagging little piece of shit voice in your head...

Before you know it, Carmy has discarded his cigarette and has closed the space between the two of you. One set of fingers tilt up your chin while the other plucks the cigarette from your mouth. You're given no time to argue before his lips crash into yours.

You kiss him back instinctively, your brain momentarily short-circuting and conveniently wiping all the anger from your system. It returns only briefly when Carmy pulls awat from you. "It can wait."

You reestablish your sass a second later, grounding yourself into the annoyed act once more, "Nope, none of that." You shake your head, taking a step back, "I can handle you being corny but not inefficient and irresponsible." You steal back your cigarette before waving him off, "Go on, shoo."

His bright blue eyes twinkle with amusement, crinkles appearing at their corners as his face is lit up by a smile, "Alright, alright." He mutters in defeat. Still, he manages to sneak a kiss at the corner of your lips before reentering the restaurant-to-be. He stops in the dorrway, turning around to face you, "We're doing a movie night tonight. For real, this time."

A small chuckle escapes you as you attempt to feign nonchalance with a shrug, "You said the same fucking thing last time."

He points a finger at you, giving you his word, in a way, "You'll see." With that, he disappears inside, leaving you to finish your cigarette alone and with the dorkiest smile adorning your face.

It turns into a full blown laugh at the thought of how offended Syd would be if she knew of that little spark of jealousy within you. Truthfully, you owe her an apology.

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malarkgirlypop · 6 months

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He's the Boss Part 4 (Bull Randleman x F!Reader)

WELL WELL FUCKING WELL. Jesus christ I have been looking at this part 4 in my wips for ages. Finally got an idea, that then may have spiralled into a whole fucking rabbit hole, but lol here we are! But anyway it's done, woooh, we get a bit of Cowboy Bull thrown in so that's fun! I hope you all enjoy the last instalment of this Bull series. But not to worry, I love Bull and I'm sure I will write another one for him. We need more Bull content goddammit! if this is bad don't tell me lol

Based on the HBO show and the actors who portray the characters, no hate to the people involved.

Tag list: @footprintsinthesxnd, @vikinglover07, @next-autopsy, @panzershrike-pretz, @xxluckystrike, @bucky32557038ww2, @b00ks1ut, @paula-912 (I can't remember of anyone else has asked to be tagged, if you have please remind me, I'm so bad!)

I finally left the room. Bull and I talked for hours laying together on his bed. I looked at the time it was four in the morning, I knew I had to leave before everyone else got up. It wouldn’t be a good look sneaking out the Seargents room in the early hours of the morning, looking freshly fucked.

“I have to go.” I whispered trying to get out of bed, Bull pulled me back down onto the bed kissing me gently on the lips. I groaned in frustration, he was making it very hard to leave, and he knew it. He watched me intently as I got dressed again, laughing at me as I scoured around for where I had thrown my bra. He was enjoying the show.

I waved goodbye sneaking out of the room, closing the door quietly behind me. I walked down the hall, the realisation of what just happened hitting me. I couldn’t help but grin, I skipped down to my room. I shut the door behind me, flopping down onto my bed. I glanced at the time, “Ugh I have to be up in 3 hours.” It was a later start on the Saturday but we still had duties to attend even if there was nothing to do here in Austria. We were still waiting for the German army to surrender, but even then we weren’t set on going home after that, they were still fighting over in the Pacific. I fell fast asleep under my covers being so tired from the events prior.

My alarm blared next to me, I groaned rolling over wrapping my pillow around my head to block out the annoying noise. I sat up smacking the clock off. A knock rapped on my door, George didn’t wait to be invited in, waltzing into the room and shutting the door behind him. He flopped down onto the bed next to me.

“We gotta get up, Y/N.” He moaned into the pillow, I peeked my eye open at him, he looked like a bus had hit him. His hair all tousled and dark circles under his eyes.

“No.” I mumble into the pillow, pulling the covers over my head. He pulled them back down inspecting my face.

“Why do you look so tired, you barely drunk anything?” He squinted at me.

“I didn’t get to bed till late. Do we have to get up?” I asked, enjoying the warmth under the blanket. I was so cosy I didn't want to leave my little nest I had made.

He raised his head from the pillow scanning my features, his brows furrowed together in concentration. “What do you mean, you didn’t get to bed till late? We got home at the same time. You and Bull put me to bed. You and Bull. YOU AND BULL!” I flinched away from the man as he pounced on top of me pinning me to the bed.

“Shhh, George!” I said trying to cover his mouth which hung open.

“I just didn’t sleep well is all.” I lied, pushing him off of me. I threw the covers back, hastily getting changed into my uniform while George looked at me, I could see from here the cogs turning in his brain.

“Stop thinking so much, you’ll hurt yourself.” I threw the pillow that had fallen off the bed at his face.

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We walked down the hall together, “So nothing happened last night?” George asked for the umpteenth time.

“George, would you quit it! I told you. After I put you to bed, Bull and I had a drink and then we parted ways.” He looked at me suspiciously, still not believing the story I had told him.

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We made it to the mess hall in time for breakfast, standing in line for our food. Luz spoke cheerily with the other men, seemingly forgetting about the terrible hangover he had. I grabbed a few things off the table that had been prepared, popping them on my plate. My eyes constantly flitted to the door waiting for Bull to walk in. Even though I had only seen him a couple hours ago, I desperately wanted to see him again. Send him a little smile or wink as he walks in. A look that we shared that no one else knew but us.

I sat down at the table with the rest of the Easy men joining George and I. They all chatted as I nibbled, patiently waiting for Bull to arrive. But he never did, his tall frame never coming into view. He had missed breakfast all together.

“Hey little bird!” George snapped his fingers in front of my face, pulling me from my focus on the door. I looked at him, confusion on my face.

“We are leaving, come on!” George said as I looked around the table we were the only ones left there.

“Why did you call me little bird?” I asked standing, following George with my plate and putting it on the counter to be returned.

“Cause you were nibbling on one piece of toast all of breakfast like a little bird.” George said over his shoulder as we walked out of the mess hall. I sighed trailing behind. I had wanted to see Bull so bad, but I know he’s a busy man.

We walked through the buildings, I walked behind George sighing loudly and scraping my feet. George walked briskly ahead, only turning around occasionally to check I was still meandering behind him. Another sigh left my mouth but it was quickly stopped as my arm swinging by my side was snatched up swiftly. My eyes widened as I went to scream, but a large hand covered my mouth stopping any noise from leaving my throat. I was dragged behind one of the walls of the houses we were walking through. I struggled tirelessly against the firm hold that had me, with no success. This person who had me was very much stronger and bigger than me.

“Easy there!” The warm timbre of the voice stilled me. I knew that voice anywhere. His hands set me free as soon as I stopped struggling. I swung around to face Bull. I crossed my arms over my chest trying to appear annoyed, but the grin on my face gave me away.

“What on earth are you doing, Bull?” I asked him. He grinned down at me.

“Come with me.” He replied, gently taking my hand in his leading me away.

“Where?” I queried, but I let him take me. I held onto his hand following behind my question still left unanswered. All he did was smile at me, his face beamed with excitement.

We walked for a bit, leaving the buildings behind we were staying in. He walked us onto a gravel road in between rolling fields. We walked all the way down the road, hand in hand, enjoying the scenery. We finally came to a stop under a tall tree, its branches so wide and thick it shaded us from the hot sun.

“Are we here? Is this it?” I asked again. Bull nodded, hopping the wooden fence with ease.

“Bull! What are you doing?” I asked in a hushed voice even though no one else was around to hear us. We hadn’t seen people since we had left the town.

“Come on, it's this way.” He held out his hand for me to help me climb over the fence. I stepped from one foot to the other, looking around to see if we would get caught.

“You trust me don’t you?” He said hand still reaching out for me. I sighed nodding, I did trust him. I climbed over the fence, Bull lifting me off the other side, once I had reached the top, and placing me gently on the ground. We walked into the field, the edges lined with pine trees. It seemed to sprawl for miles, filled with lush green grass and patches of wildflowers and trees here and there.

I watched as Bull placed his thumb and index finger in his mouth in a ‘o’ shape. I tilted my head curiously, but soon figured out what he was doing, when a loud whistle left his lips. I stared at him as he swung around sending me a wink. I heard the sound of heavy footfalls racing towards us. There in the distance a horse sprinted towards us. It nickered and whinnied as it ran. It arrived stopping right in front of Bull. It pushed its head into him, as he lifted his hand to pat it.

“Come on over, he’s not scary.” Bull beckoned me over, as I stood wearily to the side. I moved closer, reaching out for the horse to smell me. He snorted softly pushing his head against my hand as I stroked the bridge of his nose.

“I don’t know what his real name is but I call him Randy.” He told me. I couldn’t help the laugh that left my lips.

“What?” He asked, looking confused.

“Randy, I love it!” I laughed more, hiding my chuckles behind my hand.

“Well it’s Sir Randy to you, if you’re going to take that attitude!” He said with a serious tone. I couldn’t help but throw my head back in laughter at his antics.

“Hello Randy.” I cooed as I patted the horse. I watched Bull raise one eyebrow, not looking impressed.

“My deepest apologies, Sir Randy.” I bowed deeply to the horse to show my respect for his title. Now it was Bull’s turn to laugh as he watched me.

“Alright, you ready?” Bull asked, I looked at him puzzled. We hadn't been here more than five minutes and he was ready to leave.

“Are we going already? I asked, a pout on my lips. I didn’t want to go just yet. Bull smiled walking towards me. His arms wrapped me in a tight hug, as he pressed a kiss to the top of my head. I rested my head on his chest looking up at him. Bull’s head dipped down, his lips finding mine. He kissed me softly, letting the touch linger before pulling away.

“You’re so cute.” He hummed lowly in my ear, sending butterflies swirling in my stomach.

“No we aren’t leaving. We’re going for a ride!” Bull beamed down at me, my brows knitted together as I pieced it all together in my head.

“We’re riding Randy?” I asked. He nodded. My eyes widened. “I haven’t ridden a horse before! Also whose horse is this? Are we allowed?” The questions tumbled from my lips in quick succession.

“Yes we are riding Randy. It’s fine the owner will never know. And who cares if we are allowed or not, it’s fun.” Bull moved away walking back over to the horse, patting Randy on his back. The horse snorted in response. Bull turned back and looked at me, “Plus I have seen how you ride, you’ll be fine.” He sent me a cheeky wink. My cheeks flushed pink, a giggle leaving my mouth.

“You’re up first.” Bull said to me as I made my way over. Bull clasped his hands together for me to step into, he boosted me up onto the horse. I sat on Randy’s back, feeling unsteady since there was no saddle for me to sit in.

“Can you ride bareback?” I asked, looking down at him. Bull grinned, sending me a wink.

“Not like that!” I swatted at him with my hand, but he dodged me easily.

“Yeah. I used to ride bareback all the time, back at the farm.” He said as he hoisted himself up onto the horse, his large frame sitting in front of me. I wrapped my arms around his waist, leaning my head into his back.

Bull clicked his tongue nudging Randy in the side. The horse snorted and started walking forward.

“Where are you going to take me?” I asked from behind him, craning my neck up to see over his shoulder. But his torso being so much longer than mine made the task difficult. I opted to look out at the side view, since I couldn’t see a thing in front of me.

“Well I saw this nice creek, looked good for a dip.” Bull said in his country drawl. I didn’t have time to react to his comment, before he kicked the horse in the side.

“Heyah!” He yelled, Randy took off in a sprint. I yelped in surprise, holding on tightly to Bull. Randy cantered through the field leading us to a gate, we passed through it quickly. I was trying to admire the view but it all just blurred past due to the speed at which we were going. I held on for dear life, but felt safe with Bull handling the horse.

We finally reached the small creek, willow trees swayed in the breeze, their long branches reaching down and touching the water.

“Oh, Bull, this is stunning.” I said, casting my gaze around at the scenic view. He dismounted the horse easily, landing steady footed on the ground. Before I knew it, I was being plucked off of Randy. Bull’s strong hands taking under my arms and lifting me gently to the ground. He placed me on my feet in front of him.

I couldn’t help the smile that tugged at my lips. I leant forward, kissing him gently. But Bull seemed to have other plans, his mouth taking mine hungrily. I moaned into his mouth as he kissed me deeper. His hand finding the buttons of my top, I pulled back laughing, swatting his hands away from me.

“Hey! We can’t do it here! What if we are caught?” I blushed thinking about being caught in that certain predicament with Bull.

“Oh no ma’am, that wasn’t my intention.” Bull grinned a cheeky smile.

“And then tell me good sir. What was your intention?” I asked prodding his chest with my finger. Bull grabbed my wrist, pulling me in closer.

“I was just helping you get undressed. We are going for a dip after all.” He laughed heartily, the noise sending shivers up my spine.

“Well, last one in is a rotten egg!” I squeal, charging down the grass towards the creek. Flinging my clothes off as I went. Bull wasn’t far behind, shedding his own attire just as quickly.

“I’ll get you, Y/N!” Bull laughed as he chased behind me.

“I would like to see you try!” I screamed as he scooped me up in one foul swoop.

Bull ran into the warm water, with me still in his arms half naked. I snuggled in closer to his chest. Running my hands down his torso.

“Can we stay like this forever?” I asked, kissing him softly on the lips.

“Always!” Bull smiled down at me, his sweet eyes creasing at the sides. His lips pressed against mine. “I promise.”

#YEEHAW #SADDLE UP PARTNER #IT AIN'T MY FIRST TIME AT THE RODEO #IF YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN #DO YOU?#IF YOU DO TELL ME #CAUSE IDK WHAT I AM SAYING #band of brothers #hbo war #bull randleman x reader #band of brothers fanfic #band of brothers imagine #fanfic

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Javier Peña x Female Reader

A/N: Got a Javi oneshot coming later this week, and I'm so unbelievably excited about it! Ahhh!!

Trope: opposites attract / enemies to lovers (more like work acquaintances that don't get along)

Summary: Javier Peña is slowly but surely becoming a thorn in your side. He just can't seem to leave you alone at work, and you're starting to realise that dismantling your plans is his top priority.

Warnings: swearing, mentions of alcohol, bribing colleagues at work. (full fic will be explicit, 18+)

“How about you fast-track these...” He suggests, holding the papers up again. “And in exchange, I’ll buy you a drink.”

You can’t help but scoff. “Yeah, that seems fair.”

“That would also require me going to a bar with you, outside of working hours.”

You don’t need to elaborate. Javier knows you’d never willingly do such a thing.

“You see.” He drawls. “That’s where you’re wrong. A few little birdies on the third floor told me you’ve got plans this evening. If I just happen to be in the area…well, I think our arrangement can still be fulfilled.”

Your ears heat up in embarrassment. You didn’t like the thought that this man knew what you got up to outside of work. In your head, colleagues were colleagues, not friends. You liked to keep your work life completely separate from your personal life, and frankly, you didn’t want him trying to weasel his way in there. But something told you he wasn’t going to let this go.

It wasn’t like you’d advertised your plans. The women from communications had hounded you in the break room when they noticed you’d had your hair done.

It would’ve been unprofessional to ignore them, so eventually, you’d let it slip that a few of your friends from home were visiting, and you all planned to head into town for some drinks.

And they had fussed over you like you were a newborn. Of course, you assumed it was because you typically kept to yourself at work, and it simply gave them something to gossip about; someone’s life to pry into where they could.

When did you get so cynical?

Snapping out of the memory, you busy yourself with organising your desk drawer.

“Let me guess.” You say dryly, preoccupied with the task at hand. “You’ll be drinking alone?”

He raises his eyebrows in good humour. “Not if you’re there.”

“Fast-track’s gonna cost you more than one drink, Peña.” You tell him, your voice taking on a singsong quality as you avoid making eye contact.

“And I’m not drinking with you. I have friends, believe it or not.”

“What will it take?” He asks. Javier almost looks intrigued; he didn’t think you’d budge.

“Well, there’s six of us. So three bottles of something should be about right.”

Javier sighs. Why does it cost money to get anything done around here?

“Wine?” He asks you, his voice now sounding significantly more unimpressed.

“Am I that easy to read?” You say incredulously. There goes yet another thing he now knows about you.

Yes, he thinks. But he wouldn’t dare tell you that, too scared to poke the bear since you were so close to giving him what he wants. Javier stays silent, opting to give you a knowing look instead.

Finally, you look his way, and your eyes pierce into him. He's not sure if he’s turned on or scared shitless. Or perhaps, both?

Taking the papers from his grasp, you dangle them over the tray marked as “priority”, and his eyes lock on the movement of your hands like a cat chasing a laser.

“If this means you’ll leave me alone …” You say, looking to him for confirmation of your agreement.

Javier raises both of his hands at that, holding his palms out in surrender. You squint at him in apprehension, before dropping the forms into the tray.

As he makes his way out of your office, he turns back to address you, and you’re not at all surprised when the DEA’s Country Attaché winks at you.

“I’ll see you there.” He tells you.

“Unfortunately.”

More to come in the next few days! Please let me know if you're interested in being tagged in the completed fic. <3

#javier pena x female reader #javier pena x fem!reader #javier pena fanfiction #pedro pascal characters #narcos fic

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prompt: based on the song tally by blackpink ( specifically chaeyoung's part)

pairing: rosé x reader

genre: fluff

note: listening to tally sparked an idea in me so here it is. hope you all like it. please listen to gravity by john mayer while reading it hehehehe.

Chaeyoung loves her job. a lot. Don't get her wrong, she loves creating music, interacting with fans, and all the privilege that comes with it. But she's human, too, and being an idol feels like she's far from it—the flashing lights, gossip, lack of privacy, and a slew of other things that take her away from who she truly is.

Everybody tells her to "do this" , "do that" , "wear this", "act nice". it's honestly taking a toll on her; and when it's getting too much, she would go to the only person that keeps her sane, to her safe haven in this exhausting world— you.

You and Chaeyoung met on a photoshoot back when the girls were on the cover of this famous magazine. Since you are the assistant of the assistant of the photographer, it basically means that your main task is to be a minion to everyone in the room, including the girls of Blackpink. Chaeyoung asked if you were a fan of John Mayer because of the shirt you're wearing. You got shy but eventually nodded—and the rest is history.

"That's unfair. You are good at this game. Let's play something else. What about Mortal Kombat? " she said. You are in Chaeyoung's apartment. They have a few weeks off before their world tour kicks off, so she decided to spend the remaining weeks with you. "You really want to beat me, don't you? It's on." You challenge her. Times like this are worth keeping in your core memory. Her smile and carefree attitude are something that makes you fall for her more.

"I'm hungry. Wanna order pizza?" You asked her. It's been a couple of hours and both of you are still playing Mortal Kombat. The score is 10-3, and Chaeyoung is really serious when she says that she'll destroy you. So you surrendered. There's no way you can keep up with a 7-point deficit. "What about we go to that restaurant downtown?" Chaeyoung suggested. You are hesitant about the idea, and it shows on your face. "I'll dress down and wear my cap and glasses. Besides, we also have a face mask on, so there's no way they can tell it's me. " she probed. You are just concerned that she will be recognized in the streets, but the happiness that radiates in her body when she's choosing a cap to wear is enough for you to give in.

You are both walking down the busy street downtown. You don't want to admit it, but Chaeyoung did a great job of choosing the right clothes and cap to wear. She really blended in with the people here. You are on your way to the restaurant when you both hear a man singing. Chaeyoung dragged you to where the sound was coming from. It is a man with a guitar in hand. He is busking and taking requests from the few people who are watching him.

"This next song is my favorite one. This is the first English song that I learned when I decided to pursue music. I hope you like it," the man said. Chaeyoung cheered with such excitement. You looked at her in awe, it is such a nice sight to see how she is enjoying her free time with a carefree attitude and contentment.

You're still looking at her when a familiar riff played on the guitar. Your eyes widened, your heart jumped a beat, and an amused expression was evident on your face. Chaeyoung looked at you with the same amused expression, "It's our song, y/n," she said calmly. It's "Gravity" by John Mayer. Chaeyoung held your hand. She squeezed it to tell you that it was okay. It was comforting— her hands not leaving yours felt like an assurance that her braveness was not just carried away by her emotions but rather, a serious gesture of love like she wouldn't be anywhere else but here, with you. It was euphoric, her bravery is addicting, and you seriously don't want it to end—so to savor the moment, you decided to close your eyes and enjoy the warmth of Chaeyoung's hand in yours.

Your eyes were still closed when Chaeyoung called your name. You open your eyes to ask her what's wrong—but Chaeyoung was already looking at you with no facemask on. You were about to scold her when she beat you first to it. "Let them talk. I don't care, it is you that I want." she sincerely said, and kissed you. The kiss was innocent yet passionate. hasty but sincere. You both kissed a lot of times before, but this kiss was the most pure and thrilling kiss you had ever since you started your relationship together.

"We are so dead," you said. Both of you are on your way back to Chaeyoung's apartment. After the kiss, you ditched the restaurant and decided to go back home. You looked at each other and laughed. "What if anyone noticed?" you ushered. Chaeyoung stopped in her tracks and looked at you...

"Then fuck it," Chaeyoung said.

#blackpink x reader #chaeyoung x reader #rosé park #rosé imagines #rosé x reader #park chaeyoung #roseanne park #rose x reader #chaeyoung imagines #rose imagines #blackpink rosé #born pink

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anarcheamor · 3 months

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About That Last Reblog

Look I'm not the type to usually get that heated but I ain't making the choice to tone police myself here but rather speak on the subject with a bit more grace.

I'll first say that I am an anti- political, anti-electoralism anarchist so I hate voting on an existential to straight up religious level. Olayemi Olurin made a 3 hour video about participation in electoral politics via voting, I can make a 6 hour video on why everything she said is wrong and why you should feel bad for voting. But I'm not gonna make this about voting itself but how people have allowed our government to maintain its status as a fascist war machine through their constant surrendering of the political power given to them by the voting process.

Nothing makes this more clear than the fact that people will speak on voting as means to prevent a worse evil but never as a means of achieving the greatest good through electing the most good candidates. I will not not reiterate how much it is an absolute tell of how weak and inept people have become politically that you would dare suggest that a genocider is more tolerable than another genocider. The audacity of bringing up "infrastructure" in a discussion about the erasure of an entire people would be nothing short of evil if I didn't believe that people didn't mean some good by it.

To put it bluntly, we are not Wakanda. We don't have the luxury of seeing our political world in a vacuum. Our decisions here have consequences across the world and who we vote for could be the death sentence of an entire group of people. There is no issue that's isolated from any other, our rights here reflect how the US recognizes the humanity of other people so it is absolutely paramount that those who vote do so with the full intention of making drastic changes in the government now while it is still possible to do so before we "lesser evil" our way into the next Hitler.

This is basically me pleading for people to vote to get out of this cycle cuz the moment you put your vote behind Biden (or Trump), the cycle will continue and it will get worse. There will be no "better" under rule by any lying fascist of any degree and there's no arguing for "it can get worse" when it is worse. Stop settling for less when we all deserve and can get better from those in power. Anything short of that is just asking for despair.

#If voting matters then make it matter

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zmediaoutlet · 2 years

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jsyk “the constant vow” is murdering me slowly, chapter by glorious chapter. and what a heavenly way to die! some things I’ve loved thus far, in no particular order: 1. forehead 👏 kisses 👏2. pixie-cut dean’s last ditch attempt at drawing one (1) single boundary between himself and his little brother by denying sam his mouth during sex, followed by his immediate surrender lmao. like how do you maintain a wall between yourself and your literal soulmate when said soulmate is fucking (1/?)

fucking you brains out? it can’t be done. bless him for trying.3. sam’s halting confession that he thinks he’d enjoy going downtown on a dude, if…. if!!!!! 4. “Shouldn't let it get used to people.” holy heck, what a metaphor :((( this moment felt like a gut-punch after dean’s aforementioned failure at self-preservation. he KNOWS the danger they’re in, but they crossed the point of no return long ago, even before dean got himself cursed by a peggy bundy impersonator. (2/?)

5. speak of the devil: “how we know we did our job.” you REALLY brought me around on denise. bravo.6. actually, the entire day leading up to denise’s visit is flawless. you drove them right up to brink, so it was basically impossible for them to rationalize away or compartmentalize the sex any longer; unable to ignore their nighttime confessions. sam gearing up to cross the final line, only to be thwarted by denise. not to MENTION his subsequent bedside drawer discovery. so good!!! (3/4)

(4/4) I can’t thank you enough for gifting us with this beautiful NOVEL about two of my all time favorite characters. at the risk of sounding ungrateful or impatient; do you have a general idea when the final installment will be ready? I only ask bc I’d like to reread all 100k words before the last chapter goes live. I want to be fully primed for the emotional climax lmao.

Oh bud. Oh gosh. Well.

a) I am so glad you are enjoying the thing. It has been, to put it lightly, a goddamn son of a bitch to wade through this last chapter, and it's cool to know there's some enthusiasm about getting there, lol

b) THANK YOU FOR LIKING THE DEER MOMENT. it's like. symbolism and whatnot. I think you're the only person to point it out and I was feeling very self-indulgey but. Woo you, haha.

c) Denise is my bud at this point. --that's not true, I would try to kill her with a crochet hook within two hours, but it's cool that the general mood seems to be 'aww this idiot, she's a hell of a broad.' Just imagine her squishing you to her immense Peggy-esque bosom. :)

d) as far as final chapter: last night I was feeling super optimistic and tonight I am feeling wildly not optimistic, but I really don't want to get hit by the 2x4 of self-doubt and misery again. Best-case we're looking at Friday, to get back on schedule. I really, really want to make that happen; we'll have to see. If not, then I'll try REALLY VERY HARD for Wednesday of next week.

Pro-tip, this is why you don't start posting before the thing's fully done. Confidence is a lie. But also, never fear, this one will get finished. If nothing else I want to check it off the to-do list. Thanks for liking it, bud. It genuinely means a lot. <3

#answers #happy tag

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multiple-authors · 7 months

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9 November 2023

Everything is starting to make sense. I can feel things changing. I am learning to be patient. To lean into my life. My life is happening right now. I feel myself get lost in thinking, thinking is only good sometimes. Thinking all the time paralyses me. I used to believe I should think all the time, after the old adage: 'think before you speak'. Replace 'speak' with 'do'. I wrote this to myself in the notes section of my phone not so long ago:

Cut the crap and remove all the distractions or worries or uncertainties. Just do the work and work to completion no experimentation just work and the experimenting wil happen Just do it and stop thinking And do what my ideal self I want to be would do Let go Nothing matters Surrender Be nice to yourself Let go believe

My own self-concept is limited by the thinking I do about myself. It's often very negative. I want it to be more forgiving, more patient, fairer. Of course this has been made difficult somewhat by difficult situations. I have been watching what is happening in Palestine right now, my life is so much easier. I should stop complaining, and start living. This is true. Of course everything is relative, and I've had to do some pretty intense things to get by the past few months. It's over now, and we can do our best to ensure we don't get into a situation like this again. I forgive myself, I am patient.

Spoke to ******* this week about increasing my pay now that I have been there for more than two months. He laughed when I asked for £3 more an hour than what the expected increase was. I gave examples of how I was doing more for him than I have elsewhere, how I am offering a high skill, how I have a lot of experience, how living in London is expensive. Rich people just don't get it. He was saying it wouldn't be possible because his expenses just to break even were way to high, how people 'just don't understand', he can't predict his incoming over the next year so easily, so can't commit to a higher rate, how his therapist thinks he should pay more now that he's travelling and going out so much. My friends, who know I don't ask for what's unreasonable, think I undersell myself, tell me to not be so nice, think it was unprofessional of him to guilt trip me, unfair. Weird justifications. The way he takes on assistants but then can't pay them fairly. Says he wants to pay us more. We will see. In the meantime I will consider other work options as and when they arise. For the time being it is ok. I finished the long reflection of a face yesterday, started on a painting of a horse painting.

Feeling the difference now I am working less. Annoyed about next week's work situation, where I have to work my hours spread out, over the weekend too. It's just one week, no need to hyper fixate.

Learning to see the small luxuries in life. Getting some flowers to have by my bedside table. Having fresh herbs in my food. Having a nutritious breakfast. Having a made bed with clean sheets. Reading before bed. Finished the sentence 'but luckily...' [I take nice snacks in my bag for work, such as carrots, bananas, dark chocolate]. Tea tree oil on my bed sheets. A hot water bottle. A nice apartment with one of my best friends.

I am done with the complaining. A narrative about my life which recounts how bad I have it makes me feel defenceless, on the defence. I end up hating my life. Everything feels heavy. Objectively, my situation has really challenged me. I have had to do intense things to get the money to pay my way. I will not gaslight myself, or let anyone else gaslight myself. In the mean time I will encourage myself, treat myself nicely, love myself, be patient, nourish my body, let it rest, give it pleasure. My body may be up for grabs, but my spirit will be the last pillar to fall. Not me describing myself as a temple.

What else would I like to say? Things are materially getting better for me, in my mind too. I am working on waking up with more energy, not impeding my chances of a good day by snoozing and getting out of bed at the last moment. To google: why snoozing is bad for you. Thinking about that in the morning, and thinking about what I would regret more (getting up and going to the gym, starting my day, or staying in bed and sleeping). Difficult balance when I know I push myself too hard sometimes, and need to make sure I am resting well. It is ok, after all, to allow myself to rest in these weeks more than I would usually, given the lack of rest I had over the summer. I am in hibernation.

I was thinking about snoozing being bad, but I also am excited for getting on with a series of work. I am learning to make dioramas of my paintings in 3D software, so I can walk around those situations and scenarios. I need to learn how to insert props, and mannequins. Rendering them soaking wet. Collect photo references of 'things about to happen'.

There are other things I want to tell you. But they will have to wait. Final thought, I really am looking to the lives of passed artists. Their plight despite the odds. I am living a life. It will be reflected in my paintings. I have an inner confidence. <3

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v5hadow · 1 year

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WIP Wednesday

Royal Strikers: Day 2 Part 3

This bit has been done for a bit... 😅 Like, outside some introductions for screen sections (which are new as of this week), these are the first things that were complete to a state I'm happy with months ago.

I just missed the last week post because I got stuck reading two fics for the past bit, as in the last 2-3 weeks. I'm like midway through Forearmed of the Forewarned is Forearmed series and just finished what's up of My Attic Roommate Goro Akechi (Romance Route). Of course, I don't begrudge other ship opportunities, in fact it makes things always more interesting. There's a few that have high chances to squick me out, and without a good reason/counter-interest, I'm not going to be convinced to even look at it. Forewarned is Forearmed is actually a good example of that honestly, as I'm apparently a sucker for Inaba!Akiras.

And like progress is being made but not in the spaces I'm expecting. Like new paragraphs or additions on parts already seen, major rewrites to things you haven't yet. Not as much progress for the main part of today's bits though. aka work skins still suck. And only some minor actual forward progress

Akira several hours later, as he settled into bed, heard one of his more distinct text tones. He very quickly got into texting back.

‘So while I’m thinking of it, Iwai-san told me that he’ll be closed for what will be two more weeks. A trip with Iwai-kun I believe’

‘Shit.

mean nice for them, bad for me/us

Why were you talking?’

‘No, that’s fair

Figuring out where and how to set up some new throwing targets

And getting one sharpened

I’ll see if I can find anything

but honestly with a little maintenance most of the team’s equipment should absolutely pummel anything you come across’

‘Worried if something breaks or jams’

‘If you can get Futaba to help me subtly beef up the site

As it’s not going to be as quiet as I hoped and planned for if MV involved

I’ll contact Iwai-san about who he’d trust to look over his work’

‘Futaba likes you! Can do that without me asking’

‘I could but it’s nice when you ask.

Oh and Takemi-sensei just left for a conference that lasts most of this week and next as well.’

"Next you’ll tell me Shinya is in Hokkaido visiting a cousin or Hifumi’s got a series of matches across Japan.’

‘😈

At least one of those is true though’

‘How do you know everyone I know again?’

‘I’ve met most of them on my own

OR I met them when with you

OR while doing PT-site work

Most of them even like me’

‘Most of them not at first but yeah they do’

‘But Shinya definitely wants to see you before you leave again’

‘I’ll definitely try’

‘💖🌅’

‘💕🌙’

And across the city, and even into the rest of the country, several eyes came across a post in their personal boards.

‘If anyone would like to help me figure out some info on Alice Hiiragi, that’d be greatly appreciated. I’ve got some rumors that a lot of fans act out if you insult her around them, even if it’s out of character for them. I don’t like the sound of that if they come here. -Admin’

‘Chalice will likely love that since she can at least write an article on it too.’

‘Yeah, totally my territory

But any help would be appreciated

The world needs the news’

Akira groaned as he sat up, yawning in the process.

“It’s been a while hasn’t it?” chimed a voice with some sorrow in tone.

Blue. Akira opened his eyes to see everything was bathed in shadows of blue. The slither and clank of chains sound as they change direction.

“Welcome to the Velvet Room,” proclaimed the attendant.

Akira looked over his shoulder to the girl and breathed out, “Lavenza.”

The girl smiled, but still betrayed some hesitation. “Whether we bemoan or rejoice in this reunion, Trickster, I have duties I must perform. A greeting for guests’ first time arrival was not given by me truly and I sense something may go amiss if I do not.”

Akira lifted his hands in surrender.

“This place exists between dream and reality, mind and matter. It is a room only those bound to a contract may enter.”

Akira sat in front of the door to the cell, listening as the platinum blonde waxed lyrically on about fate and danger already apparent to the boy.

“As such, you have become a “prisoner of fate” yet again,”.

“We’ll just have to stage another breakout from fate then.”

A peal of laughter came from the attendant, before she smiled and told her guest, “I do not as greatly fear the destruction of the current path while you are in such good humor about your fate.”

Lavenza stopped right in front of the cell door, her smile dropping some. “However for my master’s sake I must ask you a question in a specific manner.” The boy in front of her nodded. “Have you the resolve to defy such a fate and face distortion that once again threatens your world?”

Akira held Lavenza’s hand through the bars, smile growing as he told her, “You know it.”

She squeezed his hand before letting go. “Now then, I shall act in my master’s stead and watch over you through your journey.”

“Your master was only really there a month, so nothing too new there.” Akira stood, looking past her at the new torture devices present.

“Go to sleep Trickster, you shall come back as you need. You and your moon need you in as good spirits as possible tomorrow.”

“‘Til tomorrow then, Lav.”

#wip wednesday #p5 #persona 5 strikers #amamiya akira #mishima yuuki #lavenza p5 #shuyuu #royal strikers #....#i'm not gonna number that much anymore since I'm seeing progressively enough little changes that are making numbers worse and worse to trac #since day 2 we are missing an entire scene #yup #Now if only everyone can stop complicating the only scenes I really have of these two being the only ones present #specifically Morgana #sojiro is fine he's more dad #since Mishima's parents (along with a lot of teachers) probably suck based on things he's said in canon

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nicanicani · 1 year

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Airbnb Review

Cha's Staycation at Amaia Steps Altaraza

Address: Q3PG+VHH, Quirino Highway Unit 705, San Jose del Monte City, Central Luzon, Philippines

I booked an overnight stay at Amaia Steps Altaraza using the airbnb site, check-in for overnight stays are fixed at 2pm and check out will be 12nn or earlier the next day.

An overnight stay costs 1,753 pesos as you'll see on Airbnb's site, but once you proceed to pay for your desired date an additional service fee will be added. Service fee is 240+ pesos for 1-2 people, so that's around 2k pesos total, you'll need to add more fee if you will booked for 3-5 people. Maximum 5 people only.

Before you can go inside you need to surrender your proof of identity to the condominium's security guards, the host already informed them about my identity and my reason of stay. The guard will also ask you to fill-up on their visitors log. Once everything is settled they will give you a visitor pass and off you go.

The next thing that will greet you once you get inside the premises is their clean swimming pool. This is a pool sharing facility and you need to pay 100 pesos (per person) every weekdays and 150 pesos (per person) if weekends. Pool is close every Monday.

Pool hours 9:00AM-5:00PM

At the ground floor there are mailboxes for each units, my stay here is self-check-in, the host informed me to get the unit's key on her mailbox.

The place is small, just right for an overnight stay. Whole unit is neat and clean. There are different home appliances provided by the host that guests can use during their stay. Basic toiletries are also included. The room is air-conditioned and there's a spare stand fan provided. Free Netflix + free unlimited during my stay.

The bed was okay during my stay, pillows though are thin, either the host change it or at least add one more for more comfort.

The facility during both day and night are peaceful, other peole who are living there as a regular resident or staying there as a guest like me are all very mindful about noise. My stay overnight stay there is indeed relaxing.

Before I forgot, outside foods are allowed. Food deliveries are allowed too even after midnight, but you need to get your food at the guard house because riders are not allowed inside the building.

My host has a CLAYGO policy which means Clean As You Go, what you bring inside you must take with you when you leave.

I want to add that their elevator smells nice.

Overall stay was great, I actually want to extend my stay but aside from tight budget, I'm also worrying about my mom. Will definitely come back again soon, hoping I have someone to stay with me to make the overnight more fun. Ayieeeee~

pros:

Responsive and kind host

Accommodating and friendly guards

Peaceful place

Near a hospital, mall, church, food establishments

cons:

No public transportation going outside the subdivision which is hard if you don't own a car

No PokeStop in the area, most gyms and pokestops can't be reach, as a pokemon go player it's a little sad

rating: 8/10

experience is good but i believe they can still level up the service.

Expenses breakdown:

Airbnb fee - ₱1,753

Service fee - ₱248

Transportation - ₱140

Food - ₱1,159 (food from feb 5-6)

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THANK YOU VAMPEDIA FOR LETTING ME EXPERIENCE A MUCH NEEDED BREAK LIKE THIS ONE! 💖

#staycation #vampedia #airbnbreview

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diorjadore · 3 years

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You’re Special — Vinnie Hacker

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Pairing/s: Vinnie Hacker x fem!reader

Summary: Subathon stream! Vinnie tells her and chat how much he loves her.

Warning/s: Fluff, language

Word Count: ~1.9k

Song Suggestion/s:

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Your boyfriend’s day was packed from the afternoon till nighttime and maybe even the next morning because he was doing a Subathon stream on Twitch. You didn’t mind though because you were swamped with college work that you would rather stay at home and focus. But that didn’t mean you can’t watch him be a goofball on camera.

He started at 3:00 pm and was having the time of his life and he didn’t even notice that hours had already passed. You finished eating dinner and decided to splurge on your man, thinking he deserves it. You gifted him 500 subs with the message: “I love you. Do great.” and the whole chat went crazy but he was quick to read it. This simple message might not be a big deal to others but it’s so heartfelt and pure that he’s just bursting with love right now. Sort of like how Tom Holland greeted Zendaya on her birthday with the caption: “My MJ, have the happiest of birthdays…”, it’s so sweet you could feel it through the screen.

He genuinely smiled and blushed at your presence on stream and said: “I love you, Y/n/n. Thank you, bub.” He sat back in his chair just smiling at the comments saying they wanna cry from how cute the both of you are.

“You’re so lucky, Vinnie. Yeah, honestly I don’t know what I did to deserve her.” He read a comment off chat.

“It’s a forever thing. Yes, it definitely is! It’s me and you forever, Y/n. You’re stuck with me.” He twisted on his seat and put a hand on his cheek while chuckling and wiggling his brows.

“I’ll gladly spend this lifetime and another with you, my love.” You typed while just looking at his contagious grin on screen, the smile lines around his eyes and mouth evident. It’s true though, it’s like you found each other at the right moment, and everything just sort of fell into place for the both of you. You weren’t looking for love when you guys met at that grocery aisle and I guess that’s the best kind of meet-cute there is?

“Bro she’s your sugar mommy.” Deny said through the screen and Vinnie just laughed.

“Hell yeah, she’s my sugar mommy, my sugar baby, my baby girl, my best friend, my future wife, everything. I don’t care!” He said while throwing his hands up as if surrendering.

“I should call her.” Deny sighed and the both of them just laughed.

“Put a ring on her then. I dare you. Yeah, dare me again in like a few months, years, I don’t know when but I will.” He pointed at the screen, all the while you were just watching him with a huge grin on your face.

“No, because you guys don’t understand. She makes me happy and she inspires me to be a better person for myself and for her cause I’m afraid I’ll lose her if I don’t become the man she deserves, you know what I mean? I love her so much it scares me sometimes actually. Like maybe my love for her is as big as that Ikea bear or I don't know maybe twice as that.” He confessed as if he was lecturing the chat while still focused on the game.

You were finishing up your homework when you decided to FaceTime him, coincidentally he died on game. He picked up after the second ring and when he came to view, you said: “Say it to my face, Vincent.” You tried to act mad but it was useless when his smile’s the first thing you see.

“Come over then.” He smirked, proud of his suggestion.

“No, I wanna hear it now. Say it again.” You demanded but failed.

“Nope.”

“Ugh, fine I’ll come over later. Chat we have a simp!” You shouted over the phone hoping they heard you.

“You’re a simp, you’re clingy as hell. You twitch in your sleep.” He fired back. You gasped because he didn’t just expose you like that.

“You’re one to talk, Vin. You get up in the middle of the night to pee.” Two can play this game.

“Okay, whatever. You win.” He sighs, acting all irritated. He wasn’t though, secretly he loves to see you amped up like this because most of the time you were shy and non-assertive.

“Hera doesn’t love you.” You knew this would make him gasp and you were right. The chat was booing Vinnie for being a bad cat dad and although it wasn’t true, which everybody knows, it was still funny to see him all offended.

“Okay enough! My cat loves me, mine.” He showed off his big hazel-brown eyes at you to taunt you but you weren’t budging. He loves to shove it in your face how Hera’s his and we all know you’re Hera’s mom but we also know who will get custody if you guys ever break up. Hopefully, you won’t. Cat’s too precious to have divorced parents.

“Cat come here!” He picked Hera up from her tower making you jealous because you wanted to cuddle with her more than your own boyfriend.

“See? She loves me.” He said as he laid her down to the floor.

“Fucker.” You were about to hang up when he called for you.

“Wait, Y/n! I’ll say it later but uhm yeah in all seriousness though, you’re what I’ve been praying and waiting for. You’re special to me.” He sheepishly smiled at you, completely forgetting about his stream which was bawling their eyes out.

“Aww! I love you, Vin-…” You began to say while gushing at this sudden affection but he cut you off.

“Too bad you eat mayonnaise.” He abruptly said. You shouted for his name but he ended the call immediately, not wanting to get in trouble for exposing you. He burst out laughing at his silly attempt. Like a fucking middle school boy that joked in class even if his friends were the only ones that found it funny. In fairness though, his laughter is contagious because you couldn’t help but laugh as well, even if you were annoyed at him.

After a while, you arrived at Hype with middle eastern food for the both of you because you knew well that he hadn’t eaten yet and it was already 10:00 pm. Although you ate already, you were particularly craving some chicken shawarma, samosa, and flatbread. To be honest, it was more for you than for Vinnie.

You knocked on his door and he faintly said come in. He saw you and smiled widely but didn’t bother to stand up because he was still miraculously alive in Valorant. “Hello, my love.” You came up to him and hugged him sideways and kissed his temple, to which he leaned into.

“Hello, Y/n. Are you done with school works?” He looked up at you and asked as you nodded, his big doe eyes sparkling thanks to the bright screen. You started putting out the food you brought as both of your mouths watered.

“Chat we got middle eastern food!” He abruptly shouted which made you jump. He brushed your forearm in comfort because he knows how jumpy you always get and yet he still does it. It’s entertainment to him at this point.

He got up and got you a seat so you could eat together on camera. Your boyfriend was eating in between deaths while you were sitting back focusing on your shawarma. Vinnie couldn’t help but let out a little laugh at how focused you were on your food. “Look at how she’s eyeing that shit.” He said while looking at you through the monitor. That’s another thing he always does: just look at you while eating your food. It’s mesmerizing to him because you look at food with more love than when you look at him which is partially true.

“Mhmmmmm, yummy?” He said as you were about to take a mouthful. You stopped and glared at him.

“Yeah, it tastes better than you.” You smirked and he got caught off guard.

“Ayo! What the hell?” He asked in shock. You just slapped his arm and threw your head back in laughter.

“I’m kidding, babe. Both are delicious.” You said nonchalantly while biting into your food.

Vinnie shook his head in embarrassment from his suddenly confident girlfriend. “I apologize, she’s usually not like this.” He said in an English accent. You began to wonder why you said yes to your goofy boyfriend.

Another hour has gone by and the both of you were finished with your meal. You laid on his bed and pet Hera who was on your stomach. Vinnie glanced back at the both of you and adjusted his camera so chat could see your shenanigans. You noticed and carried Hera and walked towards him, using her paw to pat his head. He just broke into a smile and continued with his game. When she broke from your grasp, you sat beside him again.

“Vin?”

“Yes, my love?” His head tilted to face you but he didn’t move his eyes away from the monitor.

“Do you want me to cook for you tomorrow? What do you want?”

“Hmmm let me think.”

“I can cook you chicken alfredo. You want that?” You asked while gently stroking his nape to relax him.

“Well… it’s-hmmm. No. You see, Y/n…” He started off and you visibly tensed up.

“You don’t like my cooking?” Your lips pouted as if you were gonna cry.

“No, baby. It’s not that.” He chuckled.

“Then what is it, Vinnie?” You asked warily. By now, your mood was shifting because of how sleepy you are.

“I like your cooking, it’s just that I would rather cook with you than you cook for me.” His words calmed you down.

“Oh. Okay! I guess that works too, bubby.” You stood up and kissed his cheek.

“Goodnight, Y/n/n! I love you.” He shouted out because he knew you slept at this time plus the fact that you were grumpy.

“Goodnight, Vin. I love you.” You trailed off while making yourself comfortable on his bed.

After a few more hours he was still streaming and his scream woke you up from when he lost at Valorant. “Vinnie!” You screamed and threw a pillow at him which hit his head.

“Oops, sorry baby girl.” His apology was useless because he did it again. You got up from the bed and dragged your feet towards him as you laid exactly on him to shut him up. You snuggled yourself closer to his neck while you were sideways, your back was supported by his right arm that was gripping the mouse.

“Okay, now I really can’t scream.” He chuckled and it vibrated through his chest which you were palming. You just hummed and gave a faint smile in response and fell right back to sleep.

“I meant what I said you know. I’ll marry you someday, Y/n. You’re too good for me sometimes but I’ll try every day to be deserving of it. Can’t believe you put up with a cornball like me.” He quietly said as he kissed your forehead.

“Simp.” You softly slapped his chest and snuggled a little more closer to him now completely falling asleep. His warmth and just him in general never failed to make you deeply fall asleep. His vanilla scent filled your nostrils as your breathing mimicked his steady one. Vinnie felt your body relax as he gently leaned his head on top of yours. He might sound like a broken record but he’s absolutely-head-over -heels-madly in love with you. He really wouldn’t have it any other way.

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Author’s Note: this is so empty buy yay subathon fluff! Sorry if its mainly dialogue hehehe reqs r closed for now btw :( mwah

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A healing touch – Kaz Brekker x reader

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 (final)

Pairing: Kaz Brekker x reader

Warning: OOC, mention of touch avertion, mention of injury

Summary: it is the second time you touch Kaz to help him, and what if you intend to make it a ritual.

A/N: I promise, guys, there will be more romance in the next chapter

Masterlist

– This is for you, guys!

You are welcomed with cheerful shouts in the almost empty Slat. Two boxes with pies and other different snacks land in the nearest table, and immediately Crows come around.

– Did you steal it from your dad's? - Jasper gives her a suspicious glare.

– Worse. My mum was hit by her midnight inspiration last night, so she spent that whole time baking.

They open these boxes with different things for each person inside. There are cheese pie for Matthias and blueberry cupcakes for Inej, along with dark chocolate for Jasper and-

– Waffles!

Nina cries happily unwrapping her own present, content like a little girl. You smirk.

– Yeah. I don't know if they are like your favorite ones-

– They are perfect! - she takes a small bite and gives Mattihas to taste.

– What's this?

Inej puts another pie out of the second box, that smell spreads across the whole place at the moment. Faint blush covers your checks.

– That one is for Kaz.

And there is a reason under your blushing. Not just anyone unknown is honored to receive such a present from your mother.

You know that recipe pretty well, she's cooked this for your whole life. The pastry is sweet, but apples inside are sour and covered with cinnamon, that usually takes your mind completely away.

But the slight worry starts capturing you. There is long past the hour Kaz usually coming back, and he's still nowhere to be seen.

Just the next moment you all see Brekker comes in almost falling through a door, and Jasper rushes to him.

His shirt is stained with blood and the coat is soaked from the constant rain outside. But Kaz is still trying not to black out right in front of the Crows.

– Kaz!

You instantly run to him cursing under your breath as his touch avertion comes to your mind.

Jasper extends his arms to help the man and catch him, but he only shakes his head flopping down on the chair. Inej rolls her eyes, being so stubborn in this situation won't end up well for Brekker.

Seeing like Kaz settles down his leg, you are sure all your previous manipulations are gone without a trace.

Kneeling in front of him you try to inspect his wounds, but the man throws his arms up to avoid the contact.

Anger starts overwhelming you.

– Kaz-

– It's just a stab.

– Just?! I wonder how your head is still on your shoulders.

He flashes a grim glance towards you, not ready to surrender yet. You remember, the man has a set of supplies in case of emergency, but it will be better for you to help himhim right here.

Watching you he realizes what your intentions truly are about.

– Don't even think about it. A thread and a needle are enough.

– We don't have time for stitching, - you help him out of his coat and now tear his shirt into two.

– What about my boundaries?

– Let's talk about them, when you stop bleeding to death.

A slight chuckle rings from your behind, and Inej leads others from you, giving a bit of private space. She knows, Kaz is in good hands now.

Brekker greets his teeth, more in resentment, than in pain, and turns his head away from you.

When your anger passes, you starts feeling ashamed.

– I'm sorry, Kaz, but I need to do it.

Now you can see his wound, that is really nothing but a stab, but it keeps bleeding nonetheless.

The man still casts displeased glances at you, but they are more worried in nature.

You cover the wound with your hand, feeling blood slowly soaking through your fingers. Brekker flinches and freezes on his place.

You can't even imagine how disgusting it feels to him, but you really have no choice.

Kaz is watching your hands moving carefully. First, it's your veins that turns black once his pain starts flowing away, leaving only numbness around his wound.

The man tries to concentrate on that heat that radiates from your palm, than on the touch only.

You are not cold, not like his brother. Frankly, your palm even starts burning, and Kaz sees your lips whispering silently.

You are a true ray of sunshine in this place. Always here to help, even if no one asks you. Always cheering everyone up after heists. And pies that you parents bake are something to die for, though he's never told you this.

You suit the Crows, you suit him, the Bastard of the Barrel. But you'd better not. He's seen the Slat takes away the best people. Kaz doesn't want you to disappear from their lives.

When Brekker shifts uncomfortably on his chair, you only press your hand firmly.

– It may burn. Ignore it.

His brow goes slightly up, he doesn't see you so concentrated before, but the wrinkle between your eyesbrows makes you another person. Now Kaz realizes what power you do hold inside of youself.

He wants to say, that it's enough, but you only cut him off.

– Shut up and don't move.

The man barely holds the urge to roll his eyes at that. You are the only one, who isn't afraid of telling him off. Surely, because your life doesn't depend on him or his mood.

He doesn't notice you stop touching him, when the accident brush of your fingers runs across the bare skin of his side.

There are only blood stains on the previous wound, but you don't even leave a scar on it. The perfect work.

A smile crosses your lips.

– He's alive, guys, - you raise from your knees turning to others. – Very much alive.

The man intends to stand, but is stopped by your grasp on his gloved hand. You lean forward slightly, whispering to him only.

– You are worse that a child in the healing house, Kaz Brekker.

As soon as you and Jasper walk out of the Slat to walk you home, the boy wraps his arm around your shoulders.

– He likes you, - you almost choke on the air.

– Excuse me?

– Kaz, he likes you.

You look him over.

– Is it Kaz Brekker we are talking about, Jas? - but he only shakes his head.

– I mean, every time when I want to help him he threatens me with a gun, - Jasper throws arms up in amusement. – And look at yourself! A couple of words and Bastard of the Barrel sits calmly at you feet.

– Actually it's me, who was at his feet.

You smile, but it is fast to disappear. Jasper furrows.

– What?

– It's his touch avertion. It worries me.

– Well, you are a healer-

– I can't heal it, - the fact of your uselessness makes you angry. – It is in his head only. I can't help him.

Jasper takes a thoughtful pause and then lowers his gaze at her.

– But you've done well today, haven't you?

You don't respond, but his words settle down in your mind. Yes, you have feelings towards Kaz, strong feelings. But even if he doesn't let you in, you can help him.

By slowly making Kaz used to your touch. In the end you will not give up this easily.

#shadow and bone x reader #shadow and bone imagine #shadow and bone #shadow and bone fanfic #shadow and bone fanfiction #kaz brekker #kaz brekker imagine #kaz brekker fanfiction #kaz brekker fanfic #kaz brekker x reader #kaz brekker x you #six of crows imagine #six of crows #six of crows x reader #six of crows x you #shadow and bone x you

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fandomscombine · 3 years

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Heartbreak Woman [Cho/Cedric Ending]

Warning: Angst! Brokenhearted!Reader

WC:1454

I proposed 3 varying endings and the response was across the board so I decided why the heck not write ALL 3 choices!

a/n: I haven't been active on tumblr this past month. Motivation to read & write wasn't really there. Feelin pretty crap. I don't think it's my best work- I actually wrote this ending last month but delay posting it since I promised to post all 3 endings back to back- but with the recent burnout, my progress is slow. Proofread it and push the insecurities & anxieties away and here we are. Love was put into this, I hope you enjoy it! Don't worry, the other 2 endings are on the way.

I tried posting this 9 times now and it keeps saying error. this is me testing it with mobile so formatting is hard but I hope it posts

BG: You were hoping that your best friend, Cedric to ask you to the Yule Ball. Instead you were roped into helping him ask Cho out. It broke your heart, but at least this way while helping him out you could pretend that he was doing all the sweet things to you. On the other side of the picture, Harry was too heartbroken upon learning that Cho is going out with Cedric.

Read the main story before it diverges ending here!

>>>Heartbreak Woman [Main]

>>>MASTERLIST<<<

Did Harry Potter really just ask you out and you said yes?

Touching your forehead, it wasn’t bleeding anymore but there is still a slight sting to it from the collision with Harry’s broom. Yes. That definitely happened. You thought to yourself, this isn’t some delusion from the injury.

This is good. This is good. Hyping yourself up. You enjoy his company and that should be enough to stop your thoughts from going about a certain Hufflepuff boy. The same boy you had abruptly left alone in the greens. It’s not his fault nor it is Cho’s for wanting to date each other. You have nothing against them, they are both such lovely and kind people and not to mention popular- it was only a matter of time that they got together, Hogwarts’ Power Couple.

No, it’s just you and your stupid feelings falling for your best friend and agreeing to help with the courtship.

‘Y/n? Hii.” The voice reels you back to reality.

You blinked. “Cho! Hi!” Greeting her loudly had been taken by surprise. You dial down your volume. “What can I do for you?”

“It’s actually what you did, really… I just wanted to say thank you.”

You were confused, why was she thanking you?

“For helping Cedric I mean” She clarified. “He mentioned that you helped him with the picnic idea. It was very sweet. It was what made me finally say yes.”

“That’s awesome.” You force yourself to smile. “I’m glad you guys are together, I can finally get that git to stop bothering me with date ideas. That’s 3 weeks of my life I’m not getting back!” There was some truth to that statement, now that she and Cedric are together you don’t have to go through the pain of practice dates with Cedric.

“You y/n are the absolute wingwoman! Legend material!” Cho praised. “You're like my fairy godmother!” She continues, wrapping you into an embrace.

“yayyyy….That’s me…” You mumble into her luscious hair. Grateful that Cho couldn’t see your face. Pulling apart, you don’t let her go quite yet. With hands on her shoulder, you stare unwavering. “Just don’t break his heart yea? He’s really smitten by you, promise you won’t hurt him.”

Cho is taken aback a bit, your words clearly coming from a strong emotional bond with the boy. Thoughts of love, Eros, passed through her mind but brushed it away - It can’t be y/n help them get together. Y/n’s words must come from Philia love, y/n and Cedric had been best friends since before they could talk! Everyone knows that. They have a soul connection that can’t be replicated. “I promise.”

14th February.

Valentine’s Day.

This holiday sucks.

No, not for the reason that you’re single. Nah.

Today is a downer as you won’t be able to do your annual tradition.

See every since 3rd year you and Cedric would be in a pink ensemble outfit complete with red heart sunglasses. Spreading chants of self love and showering fellow single students and professors with compliments. This all started out when your roommates teased you for not having a date for Valentine’s day. When Cedric had heard about it, he went all out. The boy basically made sure that every single person knew how wonderful, beautiful and intelligent you are.

It was this day onwards that 2 things happened.

Complementing and advocating for self love, Philautia, in a pink get up became an annual Valentine’s tradition. (Even a couple of students joined the cause, expanding from you just both into an association/group of sorts.)

You started to see Cedric in a new light. In other words, you were falling in love with your best friend.

Scanning the Great Hall for pink cladded pupils, you were glad that the group had saved you a seat however a certain Hufflepuff was out of sight. Taking a deep breath, you cleared your head. Get it together y/n. Today is about sharing love and do NOT think about Cedric and Cho going on a romantic date in Hogsmeade.

You were about to take a step forward when-

“Argh!” Shutting your eyes as the hall spun around.

“Relaxx!! Relax! It’s just me.”

Feet back on solid ground, you turned towards the perpetrator, the one boy you did not want to see right now. “What the fuck Ced! Don’t scare me like that!”

“I’m sorry…” Cedric raises his arms in surrender. “Is everything alright?”

“Yea everything’s fine.”

Cedric raises a brow. You forget that this boy can see through your bullshit.

“Only had a couple hours of sleep, that’s all.” It wasn’t a lie, in fact you’d only gotten 3 hours of rest last night, it was just the case of omitting that his upcoming date with Cho was the reason for your restlessness. You don’t want to blame it on jealousy, but it is.

Grabbing hold of your hand, he pulls you towards the group. "Alright then, I've got some spare sleeping potion if you need."

You wave to your fellow singles as you sit down."uh..thanks Ced." You couldn't stop vocalizing your confusion as to why Cedric is still right next to you. Normally you wouldn't complain, but today was Valentine's Day.

"Ouch y/n!" Cedric sassed, eyes focused on piling food onto his plate." Just because I have a girlfriend now doesn't mean I would disappear on my best girl."

My best girl. It hurts to be called that in another context than you wanted.

"Don't you have a date with Cho today?"

"Yea but Madam Puddifoot’s Tea Shop doesn't open until 11am. Which gives me time for our annual Valentine's tradition!"

"But you're taken."

"Yes….but I could still help spreading the love!" Cedric glanced around. "No one minds that I come to join you right?"

A murmur of Nos filled your eyes.

"Haha! See I told you!" Cedric brags, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. Looks at you straight in the eyes, those gorgeous grey irises melting away your defenses."You can't get rid of me that easily." He whispers, loud enough only for you to hear. You could feel the heat filling up your face due to his closeness. Too busy lost in the rapid beats of your heart, you failed to notice his face getting even closer.

A softness like cotton grazes your cheek.

Cedric kissed you!

Your mind is close to being short circuited. The area of where Cedric's lips were a nanosecond ago is cold as ice. The cold contrasted with your now burning hot, blushing face.

You could live in this forever. All external environments quiet, blocked out of focus. Cedric's arms around you while the butterflies in your stomach bursts out, occupying your whole body with sheer giddiness from having his lips on you.

But the daydream breaks.

"Hey Love! You ready?"

"Morning!" He greets, kissing her. "Uh…" It's only 9:34am. You nod, silently telling him that it was okay to miss your annual tradition. You weren't expecting any quality time today, yet he managed even if it was just for breakfast. "Yea.. give me 10 minutes to go change and I'll pick you up at the courtyard?"

"Sounds great. Be quick cause I miss you already!"

"Sure will sweetheart." He pecks her lips again then waves goodbye to the table and he's off, running.

The tension changes once Cedric is gone.

"Can I talk to you outside y/n?"

"uh yeah" Once outside. "What's up?" Trying to sound casual. Cho inviting you to speak privately isn't usual-seeing that you were the couple's go to accomplice for surprises.

"I see the way you look at him."

"I'm sorry?"

"I know.you like him. y/n. I know you like Cedric."

"Cho.. you can't be serious, he's my best friend!"

"I wasn't sure then.but just now..the way you act around him. the way you look at him. y/n is undeniable. It’s so obvious-I had assumptions then but everyone just brushes it off as your childhood friend with each other. heck even both of you say that."

"Cho…."

"I didn't bring this up before because I felt insecure, jealous even that I can't live up to the standard of relationship you and Cedric have.”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. There were too many revelations bombarding you all at once, that you are having trouble processing what is going on.

“But I am tired of what ifs and worrying.” Voice quivering, she continues. “You've got to tell him, y/n."

The words snap you back into place.

"Cho… I can't. I can't ruin your relationship."

If you love someone and they love someone else, you let them go.

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mimisempai · 3 years

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True love cannot be concealed

Summary:

5 times where people discover that Loki and Mobius are together and once where nobody is fooled.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/32309122

2182 words - Rating G

Miss minutes was heading towards her monitor, after a little night tour in the TVA complex. She found herself in a hallway she hadn't been in for some time, as it was the TVA's senior members' apartments. It was dark and silent.

A sudden noise startled her, so she slipped into the next hallway and looked around. She heard muffled voices but saw no one. Miss Minutes had always been curious. After all, people couldn't do much to her, and besides, she was small so she wasn't noticed. She walked down the hallway, closer to the voices and then stopped in front of a door when she recognized one of the voices. It was the voice of their new supervisor.

"Stop that right now!" Mobius murmured sharply.

Miss minutes wondered who he could be talking to like that in the middle of the night. She also knew that if there was one person who would absolutely not appreciate her eavesdropping, it was Mobius.

Then she recognized the second voice.

"I don't think you really want this, Mobius..." whispered Loki. Though Miss Minutes was slightly shocked at this point, she continued to listen.

"Loki, not here...." then Mobius' voice faded away and there was silence. Miss minutes wondered if she should leave or stay. But curiosity was the strongest and she wanted to see. So she slowly passed her little body through the opening of the door.

Luckily she was not made of flesh and blood, because she would have fainted.

Mobius was standing on the other side of the room, with his back against the wall, and Loki right in front of him, holding him by the wrists. Which would be a strange enough image, but that's not all. They were kissing and as far as she could tell, they were kissing passionately.

Loki and Mobius! Come to think of it, she should have known better, all those looks, brushes, gentle banter, all those clues were evidence of what was going on between the two men.

Seeing that things were heating up, she stepped back on the tips of her little feet and quickly headed back to her first destination.

It was the first Christmas after the TVA's restructuring and Carol, ex-Hunter C-20, was taking advantage of the calm in the hallways to take a little walk before returning to her apartment when she heard Mobius' voice.

"What are you doing here?" he asked.

Then she heard a second voice that belonged to none other than Loki

"I could ask you the same thing.''

After a pause, he continued, "You're not hiding from me, are you?".

Carol found there was a strange undertone in Loki's voice, as if he wanted to taunt Mobius, and it was very strange.

Loki seemed to have an extremely high respect for Mobius, so why would he talk to him like that?

"Don't be ridiculous, why would I hide from you, Loki?" replied Mobius gently.

"Oh, maybe you weren't hiding from me specifically. But there's quite a bit of mistletoe everywhere. So I wonder if that's what you were worried about." said Loki openly, teasing.

"You wouldn't dare Loki, right?"

There was no answer to the question and the silence seemed to drag on.

Carol waited a few seconds before glancing behind the wall.

It was rather dark, but she could clearly see the two men, pressed against each other.

Loki was holding his hand up. In the palm of his hand was a branch of mistletoe with green wisps around it, typical of his magic, and they were close, so close, pressing against each other, then Loki bent his head and…

Refusing to watch more, Carol went back the other way.

Although she had a huge urge to share this secret with her friends, she knew she wouldn't. The secret was not hers, and when Loki and Mobius were ready to share it, they would. But the idea of this unexpected couple warmed her heart. After all, seeing friends happy together was a great Christmas present.

For Casey, the restructuring of the TVA had been a little difficult, because he had to take in a lot of new information. Intensive courses were held and he wanted to take them all to catch up.Between his classes and his work at the TVA he was overloaded with work and he wanted to take advantage of his break to go and rest in a quiet place.

He walked along a few hallways to a restroom that he knew was unoccupied at that time of day. Just as he turned the corner he heard voices behind the door.He was about to leave when he heard the familiar voice of Mobius

"Are you sure about this, Loki?"

"What, are you trying to talk me out of it? "

Casey was about to open the door, happy to spend a moment with his favorite people from the TVA. His first friends whom he respected immensely.

However Mobius spoke again and Casey didn't want to intrude on what seemed to be a private conversation after all.

"Of course not, but I don't want to be something you regret tomorrow morning or in a few days."

"I will never regret you Mobius, never."

He didn't mean to pry, he really didn't, but the conversation had stopped a good 20 seconds ago, and Casey was too curious for his well-being.

So he discreetly slipped his head through the door, just enough to see if everything was okay.

But he soon realized that everything was perfectly fine, and above all he understood the reason for this prolonged silence.

Both Loki and Mobius had their lips occupied with... other activities than making conversation for once.

Casey couldn't suppress a smile, because Casey was always happy to see people they liked happy.

HB aka ex-HB summoned a Timedoor to return from a mission. It was a door that led directly into the office of Mobius who had taken Ravonna's position.

She went through the door and found herself in her former boss' office, which had changed a lot and was much less solemn.HB liked what Mobius had done with it. Especially the three imposing statues of the time keepers were gone.

The door that opened suddenly startled her, and by reflex, she backed up behind a bookcase.

Mobius and Loki were talking animatedly while entering the office, Mobius took his place behind his desk while Loki sat unceremoniously on his lap.

HB struggled to hold back a surprised gasp.

"Loki, not in my office, we've been over this."

Despite Mobius' protest, the way he tightened his arms around Loki's waist left no doubt that he was enjoying the situation very much.

"Just a minute, it's been at least three hours since I've seen you, and even longer since we've been alone together. Just a kiss and I'll be on my way."

Loki made a pout that Mobius was clearly unable to resist which didn't surprise HB, Loki had Mobius wrapped around his little finger since the first day they met.

"Loki, you know we're not going to stop at this."

"I can't help it if you're irresistible..."

"But this time we can't, in five minutes HB is supposed to be back from a mission, to make her mission briefing."

"What, you and HB alone in this office, like you and me?"

HB hardly restrained her laughter.

"Very funny, really. As much as I like HB you know very well that I only love you. "

This time HB hardly held back her gagging. Too much sap.

Loki made another pout which Mobius quickly wiped away with his lips before pushing him away.

"Come on, go to work now!"

Loki laughed as he headed for the door, then turned and blew a kiss, literally. There were two small green lips that flew towards Mobius and then placed a smacking kiss on his cheek.

"You don't know what you're missing! " Loki said as he closed the door behind him.

Mobius smiled fondly as he leaned back in his chair, "How about you tell me about your mission, HB?"

Sylvie was tired. She hadn't been home in over 72 hours and if she took more than ten steps without sleeping, she would fall to the ground. All she wanted to do was take a little nap to recharge her batteries.

She headed to the small break room where there were a few cots that were quite comfortable for the little nap she wanted to take. Unfortunately, she didn't go any further than the door, because as soon as she opened it, she saw Mobius and Loki sitting on one of the beds, very close, with their backs to her.

They had a conversation in low voice, which seemed very animated and that Sylvie did not manage to understand. She was torn between the idea of interrupting what was going on between them and looking for another place. On one hand, she didn't want to bother them, but on the other hand her mischievous side and her desire to rest were very strong.

Maybe she could just sit on one of the beds and they wouldn't notice her, she was so tired she was sure she would be able to fall asleep even if the two men started yelling. She was about to put this plan into action when Loki put his arm around Mobius and pulled him against his chest.

She had to go now, she couldn't stay.

The next few seconds passed in slow motion. Sylvie took a step back as Loki turned his head to place a kiss on Mobius' hair, and looked into her eyes. She saw his eyes widen and his body stiffen, causing Mobius to turn around to see what could have caused such a reaction in his companion.

Mobius said simply, "I know I'm not the kind of companion you were hoping for Loki, but get used to it, you'll be seeing more of this kind of situation in the future. Loki and I are together."

Sylvie answered simply, surrendering, "I basically just wanted a bed to sleep in, what you two do is none of my business." She was too tired to say anything more.

"Are you coming, Loki?" Mobius had walked over to the door and was holding out his hand to Loki.

Loki, looking baffled, hurried to join him. Mobius saw his face and said, "What? I never intended to hide. I'm proud to have you by my side."

Then they headed for the exit.

"You know I never had any expectations for Loki, but if I did, you would have met all the qualifications."

It was Mobius' turn to look baffled as Sylvie, ignoring them both, went to take a well-deserved rest.

"Ah there you are Loki. I would like to see something with you about the upcoming mission."

"Morning Mobius, I'm glad to see you too."

"Hello Mobius!" echoed a chorus of voices.

Mobius rolled his eyes in greeting, "Ah, Casey, Sylvie, HB you are here too. Hello."

"And I'm here too," added Miss Minutes.

"Yes, yes hello to you too!"

"Yes," HB added with a chuckle, "apparently we work here too."

"You guys don't stand a chance, he only sees me," Loki replied cheekily.

"Getting back to the mission Loki, we should review the different parameters-" Mobius stopped in the middle of his sentence, licked his lip before resuming, "ahem, the different parameters." Then, leaning forward, he continued, so that only Loki could hear him.

"Don't look at me like that and then feign innocence."

"Don't you like it?" replied Loki, looking totally innocent before answering with equal brazenness, "It's your fault, please stop looking so kissable."

However, if Loki was the god of Malice, Mobius could sometimes be the master of it.

"First of all you know very well that the one who looks the most kissable of the two of us, it's you." murmured Mobius pointing at him before continuing, "and if you don't stop looking at my lips without doing anything about it, I will take you right here on your desk."

Loki suddenly stood up, and said in a louder voice.

"Very well Supervisor Mobius, I think we're going to have to do a little more work on the mission! In order not to disturb my dear colleagues, I suggest we do this in your office."

"I couldn't agree more, Agent Loki, plus the coffee is much better there."

Loki stood up quickly and they both headed for the door.

The way their heads were tilted towards each other, the way their arms and hands brushed against each other at every opportunity, the way they communicated with their eyes, all those little details, left no doubt about the nature of their relationship for those who knew them.

"I wonder if it will ever get old," HB asked as she watched them walk away.

"I don't think so," replied Sylvie.

"You are unfortunately right," added Miss Minutes.

Then, shaking their heads and smiling, they all got back to work.

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Whole series here : Together, for all time, always

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corysmiles · 3 years

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IT'S HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRREEE!! The longest oneshot so far! XD Hope you like it

cw: general themes of hunger, blood, semi graphic description of violence. Be warned!

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Phil decided to visit early today, entering the cave and waving at Techno, who immediately recognized him. He moved closer and, while still hesitant, grabbed him and moved him at eye level. It was nice. A bit unnerving, but nice. Phil laughed and hugged two of techno’s fingers before he put him on the counter.

They spent most of the evening sharing stories and getting more comfortable with touch. They even made some progress, techno’s hand not shaking as much when he wrapped his fingers around Phil!

It would be an hour still before Wilbur and Tommy came. So Techno figured it was time to shrink to human size if he wanted to spend some time with them after dinner as a giant. He went and reached the shelf with the bottle. Phil simply whistled and looked around. He stopped and turned when he didn’t hear any drinking sound. Techno was frozen and he looked horrified.

“Are you alright, mate?”

“It’s empty.” Techno said.

“Oh. Well, looks like today is a stay-giant kind of day-”

“No.” Techno put the thing back. “How could I have missed it?? It’s not supposed to happen…” He swallowed and looked back at Phil, worry clear as day in his eyes.

They stared at each other, Phil trying to read the unspoken words of his friends, but nothing came. “What is it? You often stay at your real size during dinners, what’s up?”

“... I haven’t hunted in days.” He admitted after a couple more seconds of silence. “I don’t have any food for tonight.”

“Oh shoot.” Phil took a couple steps towards techno, reaching the end of the furniture. “That’s no good.”

“We’ll have to cancel the grouped dinner tonight.” The giant looked at his small friend. “I’m sorry, but I have to- I know we all usually look up to these gathering but I can’t- I”

“Hey, it’s okay, no need to panic, mate.” Phil tried to reassure. He only gained a loud whine from techno, that he could feel in his bones. (quite literally, the vibration almost made him shake.) “I’ll tell Wilbur and Tommy.”

Techno stared, unsure, before sighing and letting his arm fall. “Alright, go tell them.”

Phil pulled up his phone, sending a message to both his friends. As he pressed sent, he looked back at techno. He did say he used the potion for food, primarily, but surely he dealt with it before.

“Do you want to go now, or…?”

Techno shook his head. “No. Not right now. Plus you’re still here-”

“Oh that’s no problem” Phil waved off. “I can come hunt with you.”

At that, Techno made a…. cringed, sound? Embarrassed perhaps, Phil couldn’t quite name it, but he was definitely uncomfortable with the idea.

“I don’t… it’s quite… You don’t want to see it.” he put his hand on his face, covering his expression.

"It's alright, mate. You know I'm okay with you being a tall boy." He laughed

"No- I mean… I mean it, Phil. It's gross."

"Well then I'll stay here until you come back."

Techno lowered his hands to look at the human, almost annoyed. He groaned and hid his face once more before the sound became much louder, Phil stumbling a little. "There's no way you're giving up on this, is there?"

"Nope!" Phil said, jumping down and being caught by the giant in a panicked movement "Please learn to warn me when you do that, my heart can't take it" he laughed.

"Wilbur told me to do it like this. Says it's more fun."

"Of course he did."

They stayed in the abode a bit longer, watching the sun setting through the window. Techno at one point decided to try and play his violin again, trying to improve to play with Wilbur one day. And even though it was…. Improvable, to say the least, it wasn't terrible either.

Phil clapped at the end of each song, earning a small laugh from the giant every time. He even tried to dance to one. Fortunately, they were the only ones to witness the carnage that was Phil's stumbly move tied to Techno's cacophony. It ended in unstoppable laughter that shook Phil's entire body.

Phil paced around the table he was now on as the laughs died down. He toyed with what he assumed was a home-made pen, turning it around and moving it like it was a spear. He stopped dead in his tracks, shaken by a loud growl that resonated through the entire room.

He turned around and watched his friend put his hands on his stomach, face red, violin now on the floor.

Phil put on an amused smile. "I think now's a good time to go hunt."

"I-" Techno did not have time to object before another grumble was heard. He shut his eyes and opened them, surrender in his expression."Yeah. It- might be good."

He stood up and offered a hand to Phil. "The hunting area is quite far, though. You might wanna take the ride for this one."

The blond gladly hopped on the hand and Techno brought him next to his chest, fingers curling protectively around his friend who watched the road through the space between the fingers. And so he began to walk.

It was the first actual time he traveled with a giant like that. It was nice. And he was glad he took the offer when he realized how far from the abode it was.

The walk ended up being quite long, Techno's stomach growling a lot during it, seeming almost painful at times by the way his face twisted. And everytime, it felt like the giant wanted to just run away and hide from view.

"You don't have to be embarrassed because you're hungry, you know?"

"I- no, but it's- it's so loud and" another rumble cut him off "it's… a hungry giant is not a good sight. It's scary."

"I don't know about that." Phil replied "you're just Techno, who happens to need food. I don't see any problem with that." Techno snorted half in disbelief, at the naivety of his peer.

"You know my soft side too well. I should start to act scary around you more." Phil bursted out laughing at that.

"Yeah, I know you too well. You wouldn't hurt a fly even if you tried."

Techno hummed

"Except if one of us was in danger. I feel like that's the one scenario where you would go apeshit."

"Yeah. Yeah, probably."

The rest of the ride ended up in comfortable silence (apart from Techno's hunger manifesting in numerous loud gurgles). Techno took a breath of fresh air and looked at his friend. He finally lowered his hand and Phil hopped out, on the grass. He took the view around him. "So this is your hunting spot."

Techno nodded. "I'll need around 15-20 adult preys. Don't really care if it's a deer or a wolf or whatever. Once you're done, meet me here."

Phil nodded and took out his bow "alright. Be careful!" He waved goodbye and only heard his laugh as he dived deeper into the forest.

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The hunt ended up being nearly two hours long. Phil was surprised by the amount of animals here. It made sense, though, since it was so far away from everything, and the only known hunter of the area only stepped by occasionally.

As he brought back the last body near the pile, he noted that it seemed quite little for his friend still. He frowned. Was his friend trying once again to limit himself, so that he doesn't scare Phil?

He visualised his friend, standing up, and then looked back at the pile.

Of course he was.

He groaned and pulled his hair "oh my god- I TOLD HIM IT WAS FINE- JESUS! What kind of tool do I need to use to hammer the idea down his head right?!?" He sighed. It's not like Techno had a small appetite. Everytime they gathered around, he was the one with the fullest plate. But he always was so much shiftier when at his real size. Even though Phil couldn't blame him, it pissed him off.

And so the hunt ended up being longer than anticipated. But he ended up gathering a pile he judged big enough for his friend. And so he headed back.

As he approached the meeting place, he called out "Techno? You ther-"

He stopped. Dead in his tracks. And watched his friend, sitting on the ground, rigid as a statue, hands placed on the ground, holding something he realized were different cows and sheeps and deer.

"What is he doing?" He murmured to himself, not taking a step closer. There was a few more minutes of silence, during which more creatures climbed on his hand, before the large body shifted.

Phil flinched at the sudden movement. The hand raised higher and higher, too quick to let the animals jump down before his mouth opened, jaw wide, and-

Crack.

In a single motion, all the bodies in his hands were chopped down, their other halves between the giant's teeth.

Phil's body was frozen, and he witnessed wide eyes, as Techno dived in and took the rest of his meal sitting in his hand. It was… animalistic, to say the least. After scratching for every little crumb, he lowered his hands, allowing his bloody jaw to be visible.

It was understandable he didn't want his friends to witness that, he realized.

But Phil blinked out of his trance and stepped in like nothing happened.

"Hey, mate." Techno flinched and snapped his head toward the human, who laughed. "Sorry, should've warned."

"It's... it's alright, Phil." Techno said, licking the blood off his face, trying to hide the previous instance. "Uhm, have you been here for a while?"

"Nah" Phil lied "I just came back."

"Good! Good." He stood up slowly "Can you bring me to the ones you hunted down?"

Phil nodded and turned back, getting to said spot. It was almost comical to see Techno taking a small step everytime Phil made ten long ones, but they arrived quickly.

Techno sat down and his eyes widened when he looked at the pile.

"... that's more than 20." He pointed out. The pile was 3 times Phil's size. There were at least double the amount.

“Yeah.” Phil admitted. “You seemed rather hungry so I thought you might have needed more.”

“I mean, you were not the only one hunting,” Techno laughed. “But I appreciate the sentiment.”

Phil smiled, but it died down a little when Techno shifted, apprehensive. He turned to the blond, a nervous look on his face.

“Mh… Can you- perhaps…. uh… Turn around, maybe?”

Phil gave him a sympathetic smile, before closing his eyes and turning around, sitting legs crossed.

He could only hear the giant, but by the sounds of it, the poor boy was actually famished. He stuffed as much food as he could and chewed fast, and the heavy swallowing sounds made him twitch. Bones were crushed and flesh was torn apart like his life depended on it. Maybe it was morbid curiosity. He did see what it was like earlier after all, but he couldn’t help the silent temptation to turn around and look at the giant in such an intricate, taboo moment.

But Techno trusted him to not do it. Trusted him in this vulnerable moment. One he felt shameful and embarrassed about, and only time could ease this silent pain inside the giant. So, with quite the self control, he kept his eyes shut.

He wasn’t sure how much time had passed when the frantic sounds came to a stop. He furrowed his brows. Still nothing.

Suddenly, he felt a pressure on his head, ruffling his hair. A surprised sound escaped his lips and he laughed as he tentatively opened an eye.

“You good, mate?”

“Yeah” Techno said. “It’s good now.”

Phil turned around and took a small step back when he realized the giant was closer than he thought, hands making a barrier around him, which would be cute if it wasn’t for the crimson red tainting them up until above his wrists. And his face was also covered with blood. He had an almost panicked look as he moved his hands closer. He was panting.

“Hey.” Techno said and gulped, his hands even shaking slightly. Phil could read his thoughts clear as day.

‘Is he scared?’ ‘My hands are so bloody’ ‘Is he gonna run away?’ ‘I probably look like a mess-’ ‘He asked for it, but is he still okay with it?’

‘Is he still okay with me acting like myself?’

Techno was scared. So scared that showing more of him would push him away… But Phil knew better.

And so, to this new side techno showed him, Phil said.

“Hello, mate.”

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They ended up going back not too long after that, Phil sitting on Techno’s shoulder to avoid the disturbing smell his hands bore. On the way back, Techno let it slip that he hadn’t eaten at all the whole day, hence his need to hunt. Phil scolded him for a good part of the ride about that. But eventually, it ended with smiles and laughs (and a promise to be more careful about techno’s diet. “Well, it’s been in shambles for quite a while” “You are not helping your case here, mate.”)

They entered techno’s abode and next thing Phil knew, he was grabbed gently and placed on the counter. He blinked and saw his friend grabbing a towel and a water bucket.

He chuckled, watching his friends wash away the blood he almost forgot about.

Once clean, techno sighed and turned to Phil. “I don’t know about you, but I’m exhausted.”

He laughed. “I mean, it’s the middle of the night. Kind of late for me to go back. Mind if I sleep here for the night?”

They stared at each other for a while before techno hummed and opened his palm in front of Phil, who hopped into it easily.

He was grabbed and held onto a bit of a squeeze, not sure why until he felt techno falling straight on his bed, not controlling the arm holding phil that much. He screamed at the sudden sensation of falling, but noticed he was fine once the movement stopped. He sighed. “You could warn me about that next time.”

a rumbly “mmhhsorry” was the only answer he got. He laughed as he watched the exhaustion hit his friend. The grip lessened and, slowly, he allowed himself to relax, the heartbeat and deep breathing of the giant soothing him into a good night of sleep.

No, techno was not always soft. Technoblade was not a man of manners. Technoblade could be harsh. He could be intimidating, violent and raw…

Technoblade was kind as much as he could be cruel. Philza was aware of that reality more than anyone else.

And he would not have it any other way.

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