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chrollohearttags · 8 months

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commissions corner • the winning team

your boyfriend finds out your old flame is his new rival on the field and makes sure you don’t get wandering eyes for him….anyone else.

content warning and themes: black fem reader, college au, football player reiner, thigh riding, small argument and him being jealous, spit play, slapping, rough sex, oral, dirty talk, choking, overstimulation, full nelson, unprotected sex, pet names, fingering, breeding

word count: 8.4K

📝: this was a piece commissioned by @spiralflood and I cannot thank you enough for entrusting this to me and letting me write this fic for you. I do hope you enjoy it. Thank you so much for your support and patience. I apologize that this has taken so long but I hope that it was worth the wait and I look forward to working on your second piece.

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“Welcome back to the college playoff, folks! This has been one of the most intense matchups we’ve seen in this season thus far.”

“I have to agree, Jim. We’re seeing professional levels of playing here tonight. Especially from the quarterback. Braun is playing as if he has something to prove here..ten points in the first quarter..”

And they had no idea how true said sentiment was. As the announcers spouted off data and statistics about the game that was transpiring, onlookers and listeners alike tuned in to get the latest updates on the biggest one of the season. Homecoming. An annual ceremony..almost religious experience in the college town (y/n) (l/n) and so many other bright scholars called home. Including the illustrious football team’s star quarterback and your boyfriend of three years, Reiner Braun. A burly, stackhouse of a man who was as gentle as he was strong. He had a kind heart and iron clad determination. It was just a few of the redeemable qualities you loved about him. Including the fact that he held an innate obsession with you. Not in the sense that he was predatory or dangerous about it. But he was absolutely infatuated with everything about you. From your warm, loving personality to your equally kind heart. A lady who worked hard and always extended such compassion to everyone. Not to mention your beauty. In his eyes, you were truly a once in a lifetime type of woman. A rarity and any man, lucky enough to find you was blessed beyond relief. Hence why, he went above and beyond to prove his devotion.

“And even on the field, he’s a loverboy. Braun going over to the bleachers to steal a good luck kiss from his girl. How sweet.”

as you diligently cheered him on from the stands; seated front row in a plaid skirt, black turtleneck and platform heels..tights hugging your on your thighs, those broad shoulders and blonde hair would come jogging towards you..a giant smile on his face and hands clutching his shoulder pads. His signature white, khaki and red uniform for the Warriors stained in brown and green spots from the tumbling around. Running plays and colliding with others who possess equally brute strength. It was all in the fun of football and his love for the sport. But if there were one thing that Reienr adored more than anything, it was you. Rushing back over, he’d meet you halfway for a searing peck, one captured by the television cameras who were filming for ESPN..shortly before cutting to enthused cheerleaders, shaking their pom-poms. Everything was going on around him and he was solely focusing on you.

“Hey papa. You’re doing so good out there..I’m so proud of you!”

his face flush with his cheeks burning red once you complimented him. Truthfully, it was the only encouragement he needed. That team was as good as finished as long as he had his number one fan there to cheer him on. “Thanks, sugar. I’m glad you came to see me..I know how busy you’ve been with your dissertation and all comin’ up..” “Please, I wouldn’t miss it for anything, Rei Rei.” squishing his cheeks between your hands in a cutesy manner as you kissed the top of his forehead. It may have been a bit embarrassing if some of his teammates caught him but he could care less. He was all in when it came to his lady. However, it would seem that he wasn’t the only one with wandering eyes..just as the two of you shared your precious moment, another player would wander up, clutching his own shoulder pads and parading around with somewhat of a cocky smirk plastered across his face. He obviously was on the opponent’s side..donning a blue, white and silver uniform; akin to the Dallas Cowboys but adorn with a shield insignia. He was gnawing at what seemed to be an old piece of gum before spitting it to the ground and nearing Reiner.

“Well well…look at you, Brauny. You never told me you had a girlfriend..she’s cute.”

the culprit’s name?

“What the hell do you want, Jaeger? We’re opponents and we’re damn sure not friends so I can’t understand why you’re talking to me.” “Woah, calm down! I’m just making a lil’ friendly conversation during our break. We’re out here to have a good game..I know we’re rivals and all but no need to get your jock strap in a bunch, dude. Stop taking shit so seriously.” Eren Jaeger, the Titans’ wide receiver. He was infamous for his fast speed and countless returns. In this season alone, he had scored nearly two hundred points by his lonesome. He was set to become a first round draft pick upon graduation at this rate and he was on his way to being in the big leagues. However, he is just as well known for his less than savory attitude. In truth, he was a cocky son of a bitch with a mouth slicker than oil and a very obnoxious aura that just exudes arrogance. If he couldn’t fight so well, he’d probably end up with his ass beat everyday. Of course, the ladies didn't seem to mind or care all too much, because he was so handsome and that they may have been the only ones he treated with a shred of decency and kindness. Which was only done so long enough to get in their pants and after that, they were discarded to the wayside with everyone else. His teammates could barely even stomach him and Reiner, needless to say, was his biggest hater. Not so much for his reputation or popularity among the girls but his narcissistic personality. Football was Reiner’s biggest love in life next to you and when someone desecrated it with their selfish disregard for their teammates and no respect for his opponents, he could never like his ass! Releasing a deep sigh, pinching his nose, Reiner was turning to face him and tell him to kick rocks but it was unbeknownst to him, as he did so..Eren would surprise you both.

“Maybe you should start taking shit seriously. You’re such an annoying—“ you were in the midst of trying to calm your man down, patting at his chest to stop as this was super unbecoming of his gentle and docile demeanor. Tonight was supposed to be his night and you’d be damned if some insufferable asshole ruined it! However, when the brunette nightmare stepped closer and all but dismissed Reiner with a hand to his face; fixating his emerald eyes on you..(y/n) all but froze in your tracks. It was as if you were looking a ghost directly in the face. He was like a relic from your past…a reminder of the nonsense you used to put up and deal with before finding the best thing to ever happen to you.

“I knew I recognized you from somewhere..God, I could never forget a face so pretty. Damn, you sure look good, (y/n). Or should I say..(nickname used strictly by Eren).” Eliciting sudden shock and fear in you. Fear that Reiner was going to kill this dude and get himself ejected from the game for off-field misconduct. The thing you were most concerned about were not his attempts to drum up the past as to get underneath your man’s skin but to keep maintaining order. Because this was exactly what he wanted. See, as someone who was always so used to having their way, it ate Jaeger to his core that there were two things Reiner had that he never could: a championship and you. He was an S-tier player with a grade A rank but he had yet to gain a trophy, hence why he wanted your boyfriend off of his game so that he could hopefully get his team to victory. He was merely the wide receiver so he was limited in what he could do to ensure victory. That was mainly up to the quarterback, but if he snuffed out the opposition’s, it would make things much easier. When it came to you, it ate him alive that this brown nosing, goody two shoes bastard was the one getting to have all of that and had you acting all saint-like. Knowing damn well that wasn’t who you were!

“What is he talking about?” “N-nothing.” Because the truth was..Eren had you first. He was the first one to truly get you out of your shell and those clothes! You lost your virginity to him right after high school and after a couple times together, he had all but awoken your demon. In essence? You had become somewhat of a freak and after a while, he couldn’t even tame you. In his words, you were ‘the best pussy he’s ever had.’ Knowing that you were some nerd who kept your head in the books only to then give him head under the table was insane. Even more so with this wholesome image you were so desperate to portray. What he didn’t bet on was for you to lose interest after you found out he had multiple women on his roster. He figured since he was the one to take your innocence and corrupt you, you’d be super attached but that wasn’t the case. Your self esteem was a lot higher than what he bet on and it ate that prick alive to know that you moved on so easily to someone who appreciated you. However, he was betting on the fact that you had never told Reiner about your past and how you let him fuck you while his best friend filmed it or that he had explored your body in ways that the little farmer boy only wished he had. You probably played coy; acting all shy and sweet. You were a slut, his first and he had that trump card if nothing else.

“C’mon, (nickname)..don’t be like that. Share with the class. Tell our sweet Rei Rei how you used to kiss me just like that..”

letting the words linger on with a bit of a flare to them..licking over those pouty lips as his gaze wavered with flashbacks of you two together plaguing his mind. However, all Reiner could see was red and it was then that you wished this little ten minute intermission would hurry up and finish already before things got out of hand. But he had to finish putting the nail in the coffin!..

“Of course…that was after you topped me, right? Had that lil’ throat nice and trained, isn’t that right, baby?—“ and it was then that your boyfriend lost all semblance of control and lunged towards him, jacking Eren up by his shoulder pads. Luckily, everyone seemed to be preoccupied so it gave you time to rush over and defuse the situation and pry him off of this dumbass. Of course, he didn’t give a shit, he had gotten the exact reaction he had hoped for. “Rei, Rei! Stop it! Please!—“ but he was already too irate. “Shut up and stay out of this, (y/n)! I don’t know who the fuck this jackass thinks he is but I’m about to beat the hell out of him.” Just in the nick of time, some of his teammates spotted the situation and decided to help by prying the two apart and a couple of the Titans did the same. He was too good of a guy to squander his opportunities for an evil soul like this. “You proved your point, Eren. Now leave and get the fuck out of here.” And unbothered as always, he’d take his leave and bow out. “I’m sure we’ll meet again, my love.” Laughing as he walked away with his equally as stupid homeboys. Once your man realized he had not only lost self control but hurt your feelings, he quickly simmered down and took a few breaths. Grasping the guard rails, Reiner banged his hand against it..head lowered and heart thudding.

“Look, Rei. I’m sorry, I don’t know what—“

“Don’t worry about it, alright? It’s okay…I’m sorry for yelling at you. But we’ll talk about this later.”

even with frustration and anger riddling his whole body, he still found it in his heart to show you compassion and kiss you on the forehand, telling you that he loved you before being whisked off by his teammates. It was time to resume the game and for him to focus. His teammates had to give him a bit of a pep talk on the way back to the field, in hopes he’d calm down before their hothead coach spotted it and benched him. They had too much riding on this game for unchecked emotions to ruin it. You’d surely never hear the end of it if they lost because of this. Maybe not from Rei but the town would surely be talking! For right now, all you could do was watch and wait..and Rei? It was time to channel that energy into the game and leave it all on the fifty yard line!..

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the game resumed as scheduled and Reiner seemed to be a bit more grounded after that, as well as play! Once the third quarter kicked off and he got out there, it was an entirely different game! Where the Titans held a five point lead before the second half, that all but changed because he told the coach they were implementing a new technique..one that would involve knocking Eren’s dumb ass silly. Tackling him from his blind spot and combatting that super speed. Although he was as fast as he was, he’d never see it coming. And Reiner wanted to witness it. Running play after play, the Warriors ran roughshod on the team and especially their wide receiver..knocking him to the ground a couple times, which severely upset the pretty boy player. If there was one thing Eren did not take kindly to, it was defeat. He hated to lose in any form or capacity. On or off the field. The fact that he was being outclassed by some country bumpkin asshole from the sticks and he had your pretty ass cheering him on to boot was driving him insane. Sportsmanship be damned, he was going to get his lick back! Just then, he’d circle the sideline and as the camera panned to running down the field, he’d blow a kiss in your direction and at that exact moment, the lens captured Reiner’s reaction! Needless to say, it wasn’t one of happiness but utter shock and anger. His rage could barely be sated at this point and the normally gentle giant was ready to tear that little twig into pieces. He was such a snobby, arrogant prick and tonight, he had gone too far. In order to keep himself from losing control, he paced the sidelines and grasped a paper cup, dousing himself in some of the liquid. “Hey, Braun. Get your shit together man..don’t let that asshole make you lose your cool. You know (y/n) doesn’t want him and you shouldn’t let his childish antics get under your skin. You blow this and you can kiss the rest of your scholarship and future goodbye. Don’t do this, man. Trust me.” His teammate and quite possibly someone who normally would not have been so poised, talked him off the deep end. Porco Galliard, the Warriors’ fellow wide receiver and an equal hater of the cocky player. He and Reiner weren’t exactly the closest but they had an equal hatred of Eren and his crew. They were tired of him but if they managed to keep their cool, he was as good as defeated. Even so, Reiner’s mind was elsewhere and obviously checked out.

“Make it through the game, huh? That’s all?” Clutching his shoulder pads, Reiner nodded profusely as if he were trying to reassure himself. Suddenly, the whistle would blow for both sides to return to the field and he’d rush back on the grass alongside Porco and they’d resume the rest of the quarter, heading into the final one. If all he had to do was get through the rest of this without strangling him, then he had to be the bigger person and keep a level head. But once he finished up…

all bets were off and he was going to handle his business for sure. In a way that you or no one else would expect!

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another hour or so passed before the final play was called and the scores were announced..the crowd waited with baited breath, clutching their chests in the cold temperatures as the star of this game shined once more. “He’s going for it…AND HE SCORES! THE WARRIORS WIN SIXTY TWO TO FIFTY ONE WITH A HUGE UPSET BY BRAUN! Let me tell ya’ something folks, we have not seen playing of this caliber in a very long time.”

“Yeah, Jim. I’m not sure what pivotal shift Braun underwent after the second half but he was on an entirely different level. What an exciting game!”

excitement and celebration ensued throughout the stadium and the city. Cheers erupted in the stands, outside in the parking lot where tailgaters listened on and at the local bars and restaurants packed full of fans. The long, drawn out game had finally concluded and needless to say, everyone was ecstatic; ready to celebrate!…everyone except Reiner that was. At least in the way that the rest of his teammates and the town were planning on. Whilst both sides of football players shook hands, gave congratulations and even hugs, for those that were not at odds on personal matters, Reiner couldn’t even be vexed. His fellow brethren were attempting to give him his flowers but he was too busy darting back towards the bleachers..making a beeline straight for one person. Despite his loss, Eren was still as smug as ever and completely unphased. Because truthfully, he didn’t care. He didn’t care about the game, his teammates or anything else..already, the dancers on the sidelines, majorettes and cheerleaders were already flocking to come help ‘console’ the wide receiver. As far as he was concerned, he’d still won. Living rent free in Reiner’s head, crawling underneath your skin and quite possibly causing problems in your perfect little relationship..what more could he ask for?! Meanwhile, (y/n) was waiting on the sidelines now, having rushed to the field, the second the final score was announced to await your man’s arrival. But alas, you weren’t greeted with the reaction you were expecting..the normally jovial, sweet Reiner with his awkward smile and adorable laugh was stoic and stone faced as ever. Not even speaking a word as he neared you. For someone who had just won a super important game with such a wide score margin…he seemed rather upset!

“Rei! You did it! I’m so proud of—“

the words could barely even escape your mouth before you’d feel yourself tugged towards the opposite sides of the bleachers and away from the roaring crowd. Everyone seemed to be far too busy with their own nonsense to pay you two any attention. His larger hand cusped around your own as he drug you along away from potentially prying eyes. Where was he taking you? Your guess was as good as any..but soon enough, you’d be finding out in a major way.

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“I just don’t understand why you’re so upset, Rei. I already told you. He means nothing to me. Never had, never will. Besides, it was long before I met you…I didn’t know he’d be such an asshole.”

“It’s not that, sugar. I just..damnit, why’d ya’ have to sleep with him or all people, ya know? I’ve known him for as long as I could remember and he’s the worst. You could’ve done so much better..” Meanwhile, you two had made your way back to the off campus apartment you shared not too far from the college. Living together made situations like this a bit awkward..despite being upset with one another, you couldn’t exactly stray off and cool down when needed. Luckily, you guys did have your own separate bedrooms for studying and storing your own stuff. It wasn’t for a lack of love or care in the slightest. Sometimes you just needed your own space. Too bad, he wasn’t hearing any of that tonight! Taking an Uber back to the complex, the two of you stared out of the window, trying not to cause a scene or argue. But the second you hit your living room, the gloves were off and he let all of those hard feelings be known. You attempted to give him the silent treatment for his outburst and erratic behavior but alas, here he was; his big six foot four, two hundred eighty pound ass planted on your bed..surrounded by plushies and Hello Kitty merchandise.

“Well hindsight is a bitch, isn’t she? Trust me, had I known what type of person he was, I wouldn’t have even looked in his direction..” gradually, you’d make your way onto the bed and drape your arms around his broad shoulders, in an attempt to soften your sweetie pie up. It wasn’t in him to act in such a way or even become jealous but something about Eren truly unsettled his spirit. Guys like him deserved nothing but the worst and they damn sure didn’t deserve to have a queen like you underneath his body. The thought of him even touching you disgusted Reiner to his core. Honestly, how could he have possibly ever satisfied someone like you? The mental picture alone made him want to strangle that asshole. But you had a far better solution for his frustrations and a much more suitable outlet for his anger..your body. Tracing a finger along his shoulders and along his shoulder blade, you leaned down to kiss him as you remained draped across his back, you’d begin to subtly place kisses along his jawline and jugular, hoping to make that scowl on his face turn to a smile soon. And it would seem that your little ruse was working like a charm.

“Seriously, baby..do you really wanna spend one of the biggest nights of your football career fighting..over that asshole nonetheless? I mean..you won the playoffs. Don’t you think we should be..celebrating instead?” Proposing as you dredged the tip of your tongue across his earlobe. Leaving a trail of butterfly pecks along the way. Your words and gentle touch melted into him like butter on toast. You were right, there was no need to concern yourselves with the past. Tonight was all about your man and his victory..so you were going to ensure that he got his proper congratulations. But he too had plans of his own. Plans to ensure that you kept true to that statement about not letting him back into your life or thoughts because he was going to ensure that he was the only thing on that pretty little mind of yours.

turning around to face you, Reiner would merely scoff before narrowing his eyes to meet your own. “Yeah, I guess you have a point..” With a smirk on those pouty pink lips, he’d slowly bridge the gap between you two before initiating a searing kiss. Sloppy pecks ensued with his tongue swirling around inside of your mouth; flickering against one another to take control. The moment had quickly shifted from accumulated tension to pure unadulterated lust. As quiet as it was, you had been holding back your carnal desire for him all night. Watching him sprint up and down that field…his tongue wagging as he panted from the heat. Oh, how you wished it were between your thighs. So much so, you had to squeeze them together just to fein off the thought. And when his jersey came off after the game…removing the gear for a shower and you’d catch a glimpse of all the jarring battle scars he had acquired during the game, you wanted to kiss and brush each one. But more so, you wanted to add to the collection. Screaming his name and scratching that back. Perhaps though, the moment to turn you on the most was when he decided to lash out at that asshole Eren. Ready to risk his entire football career and go to war behind his baby..it was enough to make you rip him out of his jersey and fuck him right there! Eventually, this impromptu makeout season would escalate to him pulling you onto his lap and allowing you to straddle it as the sensual kissing continued. With a beefy bicep wrapped around your back, Reiner held you in a place and in one fell swoop, he’d begin to raise your shirt and bra.

“Rei….‘need you so bad. Damn..”

and he was more than obliged to grant your request. Especially when you moaned his name so delicately and sweetly. The thought of saying another man’s drove him insane and he knew he couldn’t play around when it came to establishing that you were all his. Grunting into the crook of your neck whilst he was suckling on it and your collarbone; nibbling gently on your ear as well…

“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll give you whatever you want… keep grinding on me..just like that.” Releasing a soft mutter in your ear. In a matter of moments, the two of you were a tangle of limbs. Feeling one another up and gradually tearing each other out of your clothes. But you’d soon come to see that he wasn’t much in the way of being gentle tonight. Much like his movements on the field, he needed that rough and tumble, that aggression and fire that had been harboring whilst he was out there playing. Watching you cheer from the sidelines..those breasts bouncing up and down as you gleefully shouted his name. That outfit..so innocent yet elicited the most salacious of thoughts from his mind. He thought of how he longed to hike that little plaid skirt up and bend you over in it..hoist that turtleneck and grope those juicy tits underneath. All very perverse but justified in his mind. Not to mention, that asshole’s comments had piqued his interest. He tended to take anything he spewed from his raggedy mouth with a grain of salt but he’d be lying if he said that he didn’t want to see if you were every bit of the nympho he painted you out to be.

now spun with your back facing him, Reiner allowed you to continue straddling his thigh before tilting your head back and shoving his tongue between your lips. Thrashing around and swirling your own as he invaded your mouth. “Mmph!” Whimpering so sweetly whilst you exchanged those sloppy kisses. With a smaller hand pressed to his stubble ridden cheek, (y/n) shamelessly flicked your tongue around, making him huff lightly. It was apparent that you seemed to be enjoying yourself by the obvious damp spot in the seat of your panties..rubbing against the newly exposed flesh of his thigh. Meanwhile, he had worked the bottom hem of your black shirt up your torso and soon, his massive, veiny hands took the place of your lace bra; those beautiful, supple breasts falling from the double D cups in one fell swoop. He’d pinch your nipples lightly at first, just to see how your body reacted to the sensation. “Right there, pretty girl…go slow.” Instructing you to falter your speed so that you didn’t come too quickly. Which had happened in the past. He knew how sensitive you could be when it came to sex. How the slightest brush to your little clit could send you over the edge or how a few strokes could have you leaking like a faucet. It were these little details that Eren or anyone else would never know. The small things that only your true lover could see…he was the only man you needed and ever would!

“Rei….oh fuck.” Those sweet cries spilling from your mouth when he decided to shove two of his fingers inside of it and allowed your saliva to drench them.

“I know…” arrogantly declaring with his eyes fixated on you. Slowly fucking your jaws with sweet nothings being whispered against your lips…eventually, those same fingers trailed down your exposed tummy and into your panties. Without breaking eye contact once, Reiner merely chewed his lower lip; smirking whilst working those digits around your swollen clit. He could tell that you had been holding back all night..refraining from letting lust overtake you but since you were now all alone, you were free to do whatever you wanted. He looked so good in that uniform, all you could envision was ripping it off and getting on your knees for him. But now that didn’t have to be a far off reality. At the moment though, he had control and he knew exactly what to do: “Hey, open your legs..” so that he could maneuver around and slide those fingers inside of you. Once he did so, you instantly gasped and burrowed yourself down on them. Working you over with his other hand planted to the back of your neck as security. He didn’t need you looking, thinking or worrying about anything else right now. “That’s right, focus on me, sweetheart. Focus on riding these fingers…” all you needed to do was be his good little slut. Sounds of smacking wetness began to fill the room along with the sloppy kissing that had been ensuing for a while now. The remnants of his flavor are heavy on your tongue. By now, you had become a puddle between those thick thighs and would only become wetter as time lingered on. The more he teased and tousled that sweet little cunt, the more you panted for him..whimpered his name, the stronger his desire to absolutely ravage you grew. When you’d grow too needy, he’d quell your yelps by shushing you..knowing it was futile. “Does it feel good, baby? Tell me…” “…y—yes! So good..” answering almost immediately with no hesitation. His fingers raked along the small of your back, snaking up to eventually meet your backside, which he gave an ample squeeze.

akin to a little pup, your tongue wagged; dripping with saliva and your eyes glossed over in a dumbed out expression. The sweetest part was that he was merely getting started and you were already so needy for him. But the sentiment was the exact same if he were being completely honest. That much was apparent by the growing bulge seen through the sheath of his gray sweats. Becoming larger and harder by the second. “You’re so wet, darling…what’s got you all worked up? Hmm?” Questioning rhetorically with a smug grin on his face as he bridged the distance between your faces; increasing the intensity between your gazes. He wanted to see every reaction, hear every filthy moan and mutter, all the nasty things you wanted him to do..he just wanted to know that this was all his!

“Go ahead, tell me…what’s on that pretty lil’ mind of yours? Maybe ya’ wanna tell me something. Like what you want me to do to you..I’m all ears.”

he needed that confession more than anything right now. If for no other reason than to stroke his own ego. A little selfish but every time he imagined you getting all nasty with that scum, the urge to one up him grew stronger. If he made you a bad girl, he was going to make you his little whore. By the end of the night, you were going to be doing tricks that would make a pornstar jealous. “Need you to fuck me, Rei…need you in me so bad..” uttering in a soft, broken whimper. Not one of sadness but pure overstimulation. You were mere seconds away from coming and if he didn’t pull those fingers out soon, you were going to turn his legs into a waterslide. Instead though, he’d have you get in on the fun and pull out that throbbing erect as you spoke. Tugging at that elastic waistband, you’d free his cock from behind its confines and slowly jerk him off. His compression shirt painted to those chiseled abs and steel like pecs, even catching glimpses of those stiff nipples through them. Right now, you were at one another’s mercy. One wanting the other to crack first so you could give into those shared desires.

“I think ya’ can do a little better than that. C’mon, darling.. Tell me all the nasty shit you send me in those texts when I’m in practice. All the things you say on those sexy lil’ videos when I'm in class that you don’t want anyone else to know about. When it’s just us..the side I only I get to see..” whispering the last sentence with a grumble that made your legs quiver..emphasizing the point that he had you wholeheartedly. Simultaneously, his pace increased and he’d begin fingering you even faster. You peered over your exposed breasts and tummy to see his hands moving rapidly; thrashing around inside of you. It was clear that you were about to combust. But he’d let you reach your peak, with only one condition..

“Say it and I’ll give ya’ what you need.” And at that moment, you didn’t bother to hold back. Rutting your hips, (y/n) ground yourself on his hand and release sharp breaths along with those perverse commands.

“I need that dick so fucking bad…fuck me, Rei! Please…make me come all over that shit.” sucking your teeth as you spouted the words with conviction. You’d rattle off about how you wanted him to not hold back and to fuck you with all that pent up aggression and anger he obviously harbored from the game. And he was more than thrilled to oblige. Letting that smirk creep across his face, he’d abruptly halt and withdraw his fingers…only long enough to toss you onto the mattress and pin your legs back. He’d make haste in removing those panties along with the rest of your clothing, with the exception of those thigh high socks that he thought looked so sexy. They gave you this innocuous look that he just loved. From there, he’d shed his own threads and hover above you. Taking you by your calves, he’d prop them wide open and hold you by the backs of your knees to expose that dripping warmth to the cool air and himself. It was blatantly obvious that he was just as ready by the way his cock twitched if its own volition and he splayed it across your slit. Those fat lips and clit enveloping him like a warm blanket once he slid it across. Teasing and tapping that head against your swollen bud. You’d peer down in anticipation as he shoved that shaft in his palm and stroked it; letting precum seep on your folds as he prepared to enter you. Your heat and tiny hole practically oozing for him. “You ready, baby? Ready for all this dick?” Nodding your head profusely in response as you bit down on your bottom lip. “Yes! Fuck me, baby..” with that, Reiner leaned forward and placed a hand on the headboard to steady himself, allowing you to hold your own legs open..seconds later, he was inside of you and it was the best damn feeling in the world. Better than any trophy or touchdowns…this was all the prize he needed. Sucking his teeth, he’d sit there for just a moment to gather his bearings. A perfect fit if you had to say so..the way you so easily conformed to his shape and took him with ease, he never wanted to pull out. Even so, he’d begin to move and find his pace, slowly thrusting up into you.

“Fuck…this pussy’s so warm, baby. Might not get me to pull out tonight. Shit..” admitting as he glared into your doe brown eyes; unable to stare at your pretty face for too long because he’d end up nutting too quickly. But he paced himself and started out slow. That thick, long cock stretching you open and causing you to cream with only a few thrusts in. The two of you watched it slide in and out, batting your eyes and whimpering with each one. It felt so fucking good, you didn’t know what to do. “Fill me up, baby..nut all in this pussy. I don’t care.” Whereas he normally resorts to splattering it all over your tits or plump ass but tonight, you were going to be stuffed with every drop of that warm seed. So Reiner continued feeding you those deep, long strokes..even speeding up the tempo to really get you acclimated. “You take me so good, sweetheart. I fucking love it..how nasty you get f’r me. You’re gonna let me see all of that tonight, right? Are you gonna be a good lil’ slut for daddy?” And the answer was a given. But if he didn’t want to take your word for it, all he had to do was keep dicking you down like this and you’d get nasty in ways he’d never seen.

“Keep going…fuck me just like that and you’ll see for yourself, baby.”

challenge was as good as accepted. With your arms coiling your legs, hands reaching around to stroke your clit..(y/n) massaged that swollen clit and egged him on. You’d tell him how big that dick was and how amazing it felt. Even telling him to go as deep as he wanted, until you felt it in your stomach. You didn’t want him to stop until these sheets were soaked! Which weren’t just says to inflate his head. Reiner had a bit of a praise kink and you knew if you said the right things to make him tick, you’d be crawling out of here. And just as you suspected, it worked like a charm! A minute or so later, he was jolting you around, pumping you full of cock, so much so, you were practically impaled on it. Those big tits swaying freely. “You fucking this pussy so good, daddy..damn.” Whining as you clawed at the backs of your legs. Looking for any bit of comfort in these brutal strokes. Smacking noises ensued and a puddle of frothy white warmth spilled from that little hole.

“I’m fucking you good, baby? That pussy creaming just for me…better than that asshole, right?” That much was obvious! By now, Reiner had taken the place of your hand and began massaging your bud with his thumb pad before roughly fucking up into you. It made him wonder just how long you could take this dick before you climaxed. He’d alternate his speeds just to toy with you; slowing down when you began to pulsate around his shaft and practically drill you into the mattress when you broke eye contact with him, which he hated. This was an entirely different side of your beloved Rei. One that was far more aggressive and a lot less forgiving. He didn’t have it in him at the moment to take it easy on you. You’d find yourself matching his energy and sucking on your teeth to take the brunt of the thrusts.

“Fuck him, focus on me…this is your pussy, right?” “It’s mine, all mine, baby…” “Prove it. Fuck me like you mean it. Do it.”

and with that order, he’d gladly follow. It was as if you had activated something inside of him. Sometimes, he needed that extra boost but once you got his engine going, there was no slowing down! Aggressively grunting into your ear, Reiner leaned down with his hand snaked around your throat, causing you to gasp as he restricted your air. Gasping and clawing at his abs as those strokes became a lot harsher, he’d swat you away with the opposite hand before slapping your left cheek. “You wanna touch something, rub that fucking clit..” commanding with nothing but pure lust behind those hazel eyes. You were trembling and only a mere matter of minutes from coming. But he didn’t seem to care. He wasn’t going to pull out, just as he said so if you wanted to do it, it’d be with him lodged inside of you. The silky fleshiness of that tight little cunt was something serious. Sticky, tight, wet and warm: a dangerous combination for a man. He loved no feeling more in this world than fucking the shit out of you! At this point, the headboard was banging against the wall and your neighbors were going to be pissed but he didn’t give a shit. He wanted the whole world to know who you belonged to. Your entrance was wrapped around him..the grip practically unreal and he was only able to make it halfway. For now that was..

“ ‘S too much! Rei…” crying out with a shrill whimper that only further fed his fire. Feeding you yet another heavy handed slap along with some intense kisses, Reiner shoved every inch he could muster inside of you. “I don’t give a fuck..take me. Make me fit.” Just then, his hand would coil your throat before leaning down to grimace in your face. “I said…make me fit. Open up.” Speaking for both your tight hole and mouth, which he filled with spit shortly after. Something that took you completely off guard. You wouldn’t label the sex between the two of you vanilla by any means but it wasn’t often that he exercised so much aggression. Fucking him was always so intimate….passionate and soft, but tonight, you were merely his to use. And there wasn’t a single complaint about it! You wanted him to see that side of you; to drudge it back out and let him know, it was for his pleasure only. Gritting your teeth, you’d eventually laugh and let your tongue wag around outside of your mouth in a breathy haze. You’d beg for more..asking him to feed you more saliva and deeper, rougher strokes until the bed began to quake! Your voices were so brash and loud, others may have suspected you were fighting. But it was nothing of the sort. Just fierce, explosive lovemaking between two equally obsessed partners who had something to prove.

“Right there, Rei! Fuck me, fuck me—AHH!” Belting out in a loud cry as you rapidly massaged your clit and brought forth your very first of many orgasms. Without so much as a warning, you wet up the entire lower half of his torso and cock..spraying a powerful stream of squirt juices all over that skin and that seemed to really light that dormant spark in his eyes. Watching you flood the sheets had him ready to taste it all for himself. “Wait, sweetheart. Don’t be stingy now…save some for me..” With your legs still trembling uncontrollably, he’d grasp both and part them to each side before diving head first in between. Your sensitive little clit was severely swollen..even so, that didn’t stop him from flicking his tongue around it and sucking on your delicate folds. Running his fingers throughout the thin membranes. Reiner left a few kisses on those beautiful pussy lips and inhaled the essence of your feminine scent in the process. He was so adamant on laying claim throughout every inch of your body tonight!

“Shiiit!” Exclaiming with a high pitched laugh, (y/n) attempted to place your hands on his scruffy blonde locks and shoulder blades in an attempt to push him away but to no avail. This was his and all for the taking. “Okaaay! You win...eating the fuck outta this pussy!” but with the same smugness he initially started with, Reiner continued devouring that cunt with all his might. Sucking and slurping, disrespectfully thrusting his tongue into you before spitting into those folds once more; shooting you a wink in response. “..told you I don’t play fair.” That’s when you felt yourself become full yet again, this time with two fingers..working themselves in and out. Having not too long experienced your climatic peak, you’d find yourself attempting to feign off another one. And he wasn’t going to let up until you were trickling down his chin. Trembling profusely, your eyes crossed and your chest heaved once more. In that moment, that impending pang in the bottom of your belly swelled until it could no longer be housed. His large, calloused hands gripping the innards of your thighs, pinning them to the sheets so that your only option was to grind yourself against his face. “That’s it, baby. Ride that fucking tongue…put it in my mouth. Said you were gonna get nasty f’r me so do it…” laying heavy handed smacks against your skin to keep you alert and even slapping those plump pussy lips as well once withdrawing those fingers. He wasn’t even giving you time to react to the stimuli coming from every angle. Dredging up one sticky shower of cum right after the next. It was as if you couldn’t stop. Something akin to a broken fire hydrant..

“Squirt in this mouth, baby. I want it all.” Greedily demanding with his hands roaming around your asscheeks as he dove head first into your center. But just as quickly you become adjusted to having your pussy eaten, you find yourself lying there, shaking until he leaned up and grasped your ankle..tugging you towards the end of the bed. Quite honestly, it astounded you how he had so much energy to handle you like this after playing such an intense game! But being fueled by envy and lust had that effect on a person.. “Rei..please. F-fuck!” From there, you’d find your legs folded back once more and this time, your entire body being hoisted from the bed frame. “Grab my neck and hold still…” his only instructions because he was handling the rest. By the time you realized what exactly he was up to, your legs were coiled around his torso, and you were being impaled on his cock. The look on your face told him everything he needed to know..you were loving this just as much as he was! Being bounced around and used as his own personal fleshlight. Even after being pounded into oblivion before, he was still pumping you full of cock and impaling you as he thrusted those hips upward, all while forcing you down on that shaft. “Thereee we go…so fucking tight. Wrapped around my dick like this.” That cunt clutching him with all you had, so much so, it’d make him toss his head back. You could tell it was taking its toll, by the loud grunting and grip on your ass. Not to mention the veins bulging from his forehead.

“Gonna have you so full…put all my cum in this pussy. Ready for that, baby? Huh?” Asking the question before using all of his strength to hammer up into you; jolting that body around.

“Yes! Come in me, come in this fucking pussy!” Whimpering whilst your nails dredged into the skin, clawing their way through as you attempted to brace yourself. You could feel that tip thrashing against your sensitive core, pulsating inside of you. You were still trickling down his shaft and came one more time before he was unable to hold out any longer. Gritting his teeth and trembling himself, Reiner made a split second decision to lie you back on the bed and pull you into a mating press. Hieverimh above you with a foot planted onto the bed as he buried every inch of that big cock inside of you. Suddenly, you’d feel him come to a halt..breath hitching in the back of his throat. Suddenly, you’d feel something pouring inside of you and it was the warming sensation of his nut spilling into your womb. He had been holding back not only from tonight but all the days that practice and school had kept him away from you. Brushing the side of his face, you’d talk him through his orgasm as he clutched the sheets. Telling him how good it felt and that you loved when he filled you up.

“Thank you, daddy..feels so good.”

the next thing you knew, he’d collapse beside you before roping you into a passionate, deep fledged kiss. Even cradling the side of your head as you both came down from your highs. There wasn’t a better feeling than this..

“I love you so much…you know that, right?” Declaring between long winded, baited huffs as he held you close to his chest. He’d place soft, tender pecks on your temple and lovingly caress your skin with all the gentleness in the world. A far cry from what had just transpired. Despite his rough handling and aggression, he still harbored deep, immense love for you. Love that no one else could ever replicate or even dream of giving you. Not even your ex..

“I love you more than anything, (y/n)..I’m sorry I got so worked up but it’s just what you do to me..”

“Oh Rei…I love you more. Please, don’t apologize…I’m not going anywhere. You’re the only one I want and ever will. Believe me when I say that.”

and wherever he was, that was the side you wanted to be on. The winning team..

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ddarker-dreams · 5 months

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Would hwr reader be the cool wine aunt? (I can see her accidentally getting drunk off wine thinking it was grape juice or non alcoholic, then chrollo having to supervise her the whole night lol)

anon ... are you a secret telepath because i've considered so many variations of this exact scenario.

for some context on HWR reader's abysmal alcohol tolerance — certain bloodlines from her home country hailed from the dark continent. they could temporarily boost their abilities, whether it be the five senses, strength, or speed, at the cost of enduring excruciating pain once the burst ends. a peculiar side effect owing to this constitution is that those who possess it are extremely sensitive to psychoactive substances. so, understandably, she takes great care in avoiding anything that could land her in a precarious position.

the common language in hxh isn't her native tongue, so if a word or term is obscure enough, all bets are off. for instance, in the earlier days when she just joined the troupe, paku once offered her a nightcap. HWR reader accepted. imagine her confusion when she was presented with a drink. it didn't look like any hat she'd seen before. the troupe greatly perplexed her at first.

the scenario you proposed has definitely happened before. here's the basic rundown:

her and chrollo were staking out an event under the pretense of being guests. a wandering waiter offered her a drink from his tray. it wasn't held in a champagne chute, martini glass, or the like, there was no indication to the beverage's true nature. she inquired over the ingredients. the waiter listed off what made up the concoction. the name of the hard liquor went over her head, it was the lovechild of a recent startup the event's owner had invested in to 'diversify his investment portfolio.'

it lacked the bitter tang commonly associated with alcohol. it was slightly sweet with a tarte aftertaste.

whilst sipping away and fraternizing with the other attendees, chrollo reappeared. he'd been piecing together a mental blueprint of the estate for later use. he easily integrated back into the social scene, almost as if he'd never left in the first place. before he'd even reentered the grand reception area, he'd caught onto a fluctuation in HWR reader's impeccable aura. while not an outright cause for alarm, he found it odd.

(some not SFW beneath the cut)

although he hid it well, he was genuinely surprised to see his normally abstinent lover indulging herself. she was critiquing the research of two gentlemen who had been not so subtly flaunting their game-changing findings the entire evening. the men appeared scandalized as she pointed out inconsistencies in their data and the like. he swooped in only when it became evident the men were about to raise a fuss, smoothly excusing him and his increasingly irate date.

he could roughly guess how this predicament came to be. he explained to her in a low and steady voice that this drink actually has a high alcohol concentration. it took a moment for her impaired cognition to catch up with his words. when the realization hit, however, she was not enthused.

by the time they'd made it back to their 'borrowed' vehicle, her legs were unsteady. there was a thin glaze over her eyes, like she was only half-present. on the drive back to the hotel, she'd randomly continue her earlier critique in an incomprehensive murmur. he never knew poorly falsified data was such an unforgivable slight in her eyes.

chrollo was growing increasingly intrigued by this unfiltered version of his otherwise prim and proper girlfriend. did he feel bad that she ended up in this position? kinda, but he wouldn't let anything happen to her. or, to be more precise, let anything happen to the civilians in the immediate area. not out of compassion, mind you, but for convenience's sake. he's trying to maintain a low profile in this area until the heist's completion. a dangerous, sword-wielding woman capable of wiping out an entire town's population should she see fit would be counteractive to this goal.

he dutifully keeps an eye on her in their suite. she vacillates between forgetting he's there or eagerly engaging him in a wide array of topics. everything from the separation of church and state to 'if he really likes her.' at this point, she'd shrugged off her outer garments (with his assistance), the heat of inebriation unbearable. chrollo had been exercising every modicum of self-control in his body as she crawled into his lap, perching herself there like it was her throne. her fingers, free from her usual gloves, brushing along the various grooves of his face.

"pretty," she hums. her blissed out expression, breathy voice, and the pressure of her body against his crotch makes him strain to behave himself. "my pretty boy."

he's grateful that she isn't lucid enough to note the rosy blush that spreads over his cheeks at this unexpected praise.

in a languid motion, her arms wrap around his neck. she embraces him tight enough that he can feel the soft swell of her chest, threatening to spill out from its restraints. she plays with the ends of his hair, humming a melody unknown to him, perfectly content. he allows himself some indulgence — his hands settle on either side of her hips. to help steady her, he tells himself. for such a proficient liar, this excuse is admittedly pathetic.

"boss."

"hm?"

"i have a secret," she whispers. this piques his curiosity, overriding his previous sentiments to respect her privacy. selfishly, he hopes she doesn't remember this come morning. otherwise, he'll be in for an earful...

"oh?" he goads her on. "and what would that be?"

(goodbye plausible deniability).

her lips brush against his outer ear and he shivers.

"i've fallen in love with someone."

his breath hitches in his throat. he ceases his previous ministrations of rubbing circles into her skin. despite enjoying three years of sex, heists, and frequent companionship, those infamous three words have yet to be uttered. they've made it evident that they're exclusive, but that's about it. neither of them have delved into the nitty and gritty of whatever their relationship truly means.

momentarily, he forgets how to weave elaborate webs that ensnare his victims right where he wants them. all eloquence and posturing melts away. what little of him that leaves remaining utters his next two words, not the persona whose charisma could rival a manipulator's hatsu.

"with who?"

the raw, guttural urgency he speaks this inquiry with is foreign to his ears. he wonders what he'd do should she profess devotion for another. would he have what it takes to respect her choice? it's a silly question; of course he wouldn't, not past a chilling smile that doesn't reach his eyes.

alas, this hypothetical is put to rest. its his name that she speaks. the accent she tries suppressing sneaks out, curling around each slowly enunciated syllable. after what feels like an eternity, he relaxes, sinking back into the plush couch.

"don't tell him," there's a threatening edge to her voice.

chuckling softly, he hugs her tighter.

"i won't."

#chrollo x reader #not sfw #hell within reach #this ended up getting longer than i expected GJSKDFL #answered #Anonymous

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bokettochild · 8 months

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What is your favorite obscure piece of legend lore?

There is so much freaking lore about Legend in the mangas! and the old games! I know the mangas aren't cannon and stuff, but I think non-cannon is the peak of obscure, so I'll just go off!

The violet eyes thing is very precious to me, but that's a headcannon, so let's just... yeah

I think it would be his connection to Fi. There are very few heroes who actually hear the voice of the Master Sword, and many never do. In most of the stories we actually see the hero striving to be worthy of the blade! Sky fights so hard to be enough, to prove himself, if not to Fi than most certainly to Impa and himself. Warriors' journey features his own struggles with the blade, his hubris and folly. While I haven't played the game, the Twilight Princess manga does show Twilight undergoing a similar struggle of achieving the worthiness of holding the Master Sword, even finding it too heavy to lift at times when his heart is not in the right place or his pride is getting in the way.

But Legend never faces that. Granted, his stories are all so much simpler than that of the others, at least, as far as game play is concerned, and the manga creators didn't really go too nuts with his personal journey like they did with Twilight, but still! Legend finds the Master Sword in decay and ruin, and she speaks to him. She's not strong, she's not harsh, she's nothing like she is in any other game ever (except TOTK sort of) and she looks at this little kid who wanders across her and says "yes, that one".

The kid who has nothing to gain from saving the world. The kid who's already lost everything there is to lose. The kid who is repeatedly giving of himself and what little he has to help others in his journey, even though in the long run it means nothing. She looks at him and when he draws her blade she welcomes him

Legend is one of the only heroes to not only have Fi's full approval before he ever wields her, but is also the hero who just....has so much connection with Fi. Their fates have been intertwined for nearly as long as he's lived. She's the only comfort he's consistently had at his side.

I love that he never had to fight to be enough. Legend has so many struggles; being a good enough hero, especially when he never set out to be one, isn't something he needed to face. Legend is a pure-hearted person (which is even pointed out by others and displayed many times in the manga) and was already worthy. His rabbit soul tells us he's probably fighting his own fears and worries, anxieties and terrors, all through his adventure. To have Fi's security and strength to lean on, to compliment his own, rather than cold indifference, disapproval or expectation, was something he needed.

I also love the fact that Legend went out of his way to ask Farore to go and get Fi for him when he went out on his other adventures. he didn't know he needed her, but when he did, he asked for her so he could be at his best. Legend is most complete with the Master Sword beside him. He's not fully himself without a sword (hence why every adventure after ALTTP almost always features him searching out a blade first thing) especially without HIS sword.

Fi is Sky's sword. The Sword that he completed. First forged her, but left her unfinished. Sky perfected her. But Legend took her at her weakest and strengthened her again. Sky may be her Master, but I like to think Legend is her boy. They've been together for so long. He's been without people for so much of his adventures, and knowing she can speak, that she has a soul, I image he speaks to her when he's lonely. We see him speak to her in LU, fondly calling her "old girl" with a sort of familiarity that's singular to him. He probably shared everything with her; his fears, his hopes, his insecurities. She's Sky's sword, but she's Legend's friend.

I've joked about it before, once even put it in a fic, but Fi is the only being Legend has consistently had in his life. The only one whose never left him, no matter what happens or where he goes. She's his guide, his help, his strength and assurance and the one thing he knows will never fail him.

Honestly, if you haven't noticed that Legend smiles more at the sword than at any one of the heroes, you're missing out. And it's such a beautiful smile too!

There's warmth, familiarity, recognition- so much in that smile.

Fi is important to Legend, and I like to think he's important to her too.

Anyways, this is all to say that I love how Legend is one of the only ones to hear the blade speak, and how it implies that he and she are connected in a way that Wild, that Flora, that so many heroes and princesses before and after have striven to be, and I think it's beautiful that it comes naturally to him. Legend deserves to have had at least one thing easy!

#lu legend #linked universe #linkeduniverse #asks and answers #also love that legend's sword glows too when sky's does #and just....#i love them #i should write more about legend and fi #and i plan to!#they will get a fic for sicktember if it kills me #them and maybe sky #i don't know if i'll include him or not #but leg and fi need more love #especially while together #i adore them you guys you have no idea #i have many big feelings and i only just scratched the surface of them here

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souenkun · 2 months

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💥 Neo Champion Silver's random conversation lines 💥

Pokemon Masters EX spoilers ahead!

Edit: I finally got all 7 of Silver's random conversation lines, so all of them will be posted here! 🥳🥂

Random conversation 1:

The closer I get to Lance's level, the more I understand what he meant about loving trusting Pokémon. That's why I can tell just how strong of a Trainer he is. I don't hundred-percent accept everything Lance says. I'll find my own way to keep getting stronger... together with my Pokémon.

Random conversation 2:

What are your thoughts about me becoming a Neo Champion, (Name)? Think I don't fit the part? Or maybe you're jealous? Hmph. I guess it doesn't matter as long as you still want to beat me.

Random conversation 3:

They say Tyranitar's destructive power is so strong, it can make mountains crumble. Don't be scared of that when you face us in battle, OK? Battling cowards is boring.

Random conversation 4:

Tyranitar is a Pokémon that wanders around mountains searching for opponents. I've been doing something similar, going around Pasio and looking for stronger opponents to battle. I won't be satisfied by mediocre opponents. You'd better stay sharp and be ready for us to challenge you at any time.

Random conversation 5:

Every time I lost, I would get frustrated at myself and my Pokémon. But as we kept on battling, I could feel us getting stronger, little by little. Until we obtained a strength that we could call our own. Guess it was all worth it, in the end.

Random conversation 6:

I'm not about to get cocky just because I'm a Neo Champion now. If I lost to someone because I let success go to my head... well, that'd just be pathetic. I'll be aiming even higher than ever. Better hustle if you wanna keep up.

Random conversation 7:

I raised my Tyranitar from an Egg. Speaking of Pokémon Eggs, they always remind me of that one professor in New Bark Town. He forgave me for what I did... but it's still hard for me to look him in the eye.

This line in particular is a reference to a post-game scene in Pokémon HeartGold and SoulSilver, by the way!

#rival silver #neo champion silver #nc silver #pokemas #pokemon masters ex #pmex #pmex spoilers #pokemon masters ex spoilers #pokemon #pokemon gold and silver #pokemon heartgold and soulsilver #trainer silver #johto #^ this dumbass forgot the existence of this draft and just remembered to post it days after nc silver's banner is up 🧍‍♀️#champion lance #elite four lance #professor elm

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atinylittlepain · 10 months

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June - Part Three

joel miller x f!OC

series masterlist

warnings | 18+ dark themes surrounding suicidal ideation and attempt, smut, angst

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Shadows crawled across the living room's length

I held on to you with a desperate strength

With everything, with everything in me

"Game Shows Touch Our Lives" by The Mountain Goats

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“You’re good at this.”

“Hmm.” Her knuckles tilt his chin up, a barely there scrape. Careful, careful, careful. Glinting steel in the bathroom light. Swipe, rinse, dab, wrists flickering meticulous, precise. He studies her, the slight knit of her brow, the quick pink dart of her tongue as she wets her lips. Focused, so focused, with steady hands that turn and coax his face, hers to move, to mold.

“I’m finished. Take a look.” He stands up from his seat on the lip of the bathtub, hand on her hip as he brushes past her to stand in the mirror. This way, and that, rubbing his palm down his face.

“I thought you were gonna take all of it off.”

“I like the mustache. But I can if you want me to.”

“No, this is good. Thank you.” A little more certain now, he reaches out sure that she’ll reach back. Just a quick kiss though, a little sweetness.

“Well?”

“Better, less scratchy.” A laugh thrums in his chest, warm and easy, something like a smile twitching at the corners of her mouth. It’s quick, blink and miss it, the way her eyes dart from him to the sink. Silver, steel, glinting. His heart stutters in his chest.

“I’ll let you get cleaned up.” Gone in a flash, slipping under his arm and out the door. He knows that she knows. But he still does it, fingers flickering to find that loose floorboard, tuck it away. Out of sight, out of mind. And he knows she could go out and trade for one herself, easily, effortless. It’s more for him than it is for her, he supposes. A ritual that promises protection he knows he cannot be sure of. But still, he does it anyway.

“Are you ready?”

“I’m not looking forward to this.”

“It’ll feel better once they’re out.”

“Hmm.”

He’s not sure if she would let him. Not in public, not in daylight. So he doesn’t, two short steps behind her all the way to the clinic.

Snip and pull, snip and pull. Down the line, split crosses that reveal a shaky trail of raised, jagged skin. His eyes only wander up to her face, scrunched, chin tilted up and away.

The doctor takes him aside on the way out.

Have there been any more–

How is she doing with–

And something like glory beats hard in his chest when he can honestly answer with no and fine. Tiny triumph. She’s not leaving. She’s staying. With me, me, me. His heart pumps blood around it, hot and proud, and he no longer questions it when they step outside, taking up her hand in his. Brilliance when she squeezes his palm in response.

…

His ears prick with it, straightening up from his hunch over his project. A scratching sound, like nails skittering, searching. He sets down his tools, steps out of his workroom, muscles jumping at the sight of his bedroom door ajar.

“What are you doing?” Her whole body recoils, spooked, surprised, jerking away from where she had been prying at the floorboards. Voiceless, lips parted.

“June, what are you doing?” Her eyes start to swim, hazy with salt, a wobble to her lip that he can see even from across the room. Something cold, prickly, washes down the back of his neck, and anger feels good, right, safe.

“I’m only gonna ask one more time. What the fuck are you doing?” Oh no. No, no, no. It came out so wrong. So harsh, so loud, and her whole body curls up, flinches away from him. But she snaps and snarls just as hard as he can, a quick jerk of movement to get to her feet. Eyes narrowed, mouth screwed up tight.

“Fuck you.” The front door is slammed shut before he can even think of how to walk it back, to take it away, to scratch the record and start it over. He knows that if he follows, she’ll flee. So he waits.

The skin around his nails is raw, cracked, bleeding, worry made real. But she does come back. Doesn’t look at him, just sits down next to him on the porch. Thigh pressed against thigh, a relief he didn’t know he needed.

“It wasn’t what you thought.”

“Okay.” “It wasn’t.” “Okay, June.”

“I wanted to shave.”

“Why?” He sees her shrug out of the corner of his eye, neither of them ready to break yet.

“Everyone else in town gets to pretend to be normal. I wanted to feel a little more normal, I guess.” He finally looks at her, only truth in the set of her jaw, the squint in her downturned eyes. Muscles stiff, stiff, stiff from sitting there so long, a long groan as he rises.

“Alright, come on then.”

…

“How am I doing?”

“Pretty good.”

“Only pretty good?”

“You missed a bit.” It’s petulant, her lip jutted in a drawn pout. And he indulges it, another swipe over the strip of her shin she pointed to, his palm smoothing behind the pass of steel.

He gets to have her like this. Wearing that sweater she likes to sleep in, stripped down to faded underwear, sitting on the closed lid of the toilet, the flat of her foot resting on his thigh, his one hand cupped behind her bent knee. He doesn’t even mind the dull scream in his joints from the position he’s in. So gentle his fingers shake with it, trying to breathe something steady into his work, a hum in his throat as he shifts to her other leg.

“I’m sorry, Joel.” His hand stills.

“So am I, June.” A catch and release of time, and then he gets back to work.

“Well?” It’s wry, a lightness in her voice he hasn’t heard often. His hand, circling her ankle, kneading up and up, over the curve of her calf, the hinge of her knee, up and up. Smooth, smooth, smooth. His head dizzy with it.

“It’s nice.”

“Nice.” Hissed between a tight-lipped grin, her toes digging into his thigh, making him laugh, his chest loosening with the sound. He wants more of whatever this is, pressing a kiss to the still-damp side of her knee, earning a clipped laugh from her when his teeth nip just a touch unkindly at the joint. They’re both being a little rough, a little ragged, her hand slipping into his hair tugging up, up, up, swallowing down his sigh.

He can take, knowing that she will give willingly. The sweet slip of his tongue against hers. Her ankles hooked around his hips as she slumps down, curling back to make space for him leaning in. His palms brushing along the swell of her thighs, seeking out that softness. But they both jump when her elbow slips against the porcelain handle. It’s ridiculous, perfectly absurd, the flush startling both of them. And then she’s laughing, hard. Eyes crinkled up, silent jolts of her shoulders, shaking her head as he dissolves with her. He can’t remember the last time something felt this good, this easy. His forehead pressed to hers, the both of them unraveled in a silent shake of laughter, cheeks smarting in their stretch.

The razor stays in the medicine cabinet from then on.

…

“Do you still think about it?”

“Sometimes.”

“Would you tell me if you were going to?”

“I don’t know.” It’s honest. He can’t ask for much else. A long sigh that makes her chin rise and fall where she’s resting on his chest. Her feet are hooked around his ankles, burrowing down for warmth. Even through her socks she’s cold. He’ll have to get her some thicker ones before winter.

“Can I ask you something else?”

“Hmm.”

“Did you come here alone?”

“Yes.” “Were you always alone?” “No.” Her fingers curl in the hair at the nape of his neck. The look on her face, slanted in the moonlight, is a silent warning. That’s enough. I will close like a fist if you ask me any more. So he doesn’t, dipping his chin in a wordless question that she answers with her lips against his. It’s languid, the way he coaxes her onto her side, clothing tugged down or rucked up just enough so he can touch her where it matters most. Her knee hitches over his hip, soft and pliant under his palm. Easy, easy, easy. Their hips slot together like gears ticking back into place, the wonderful machine of their hearts sputtering to life.

He presses his face into the valley of her breasts, breathing her in until she’s all that’s circling his lungs. Her lips remain a steady stamp along his forehead, soft sounds thrumming through his skull each time their hips rejoin. They both go a little desperate with it, his hand finding the curve of her ass, squeezing, pulling her onto him, something deeper and greedier. He would crack open his bones if it meant he could get her closer, closer, closer.

“I know, June. It’s okay. I’m with you.” It had startled him at first, truthfully. But now he’s come to expect it. Sometimes it’s not until afterward, but tonight, the tears have already started to slip, a warbled catch in her breath drawing his attention up just in time to see her fall apart. He knows now that she doesn’t want him to stop, never wants him to stop. Needs him to pull her tighter into his chest, to chase her pleasure until he has it in his palms, can hold it out to her, an offering of unraveling. She furls around him, her whole body shaking and slackening, a release that he bears witness to. And he knows that he shouldn’t. But she’s warm and soft and lovely and so perfectly undone in his arms and in a terrible haze his hips stutter still against hers, warmth spreading and dripping between them.

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay.”

“It’s really not, June.”

“I can’t, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

“You can’t?” He’s still inside her, softening slow. She shakes her head, the slight drag of her cheek where she’s pressed into his chest.

“Never could.” Quiet, words that catch in her throat, still shuddering with a soft sob. Another piece of her, quietly tucked into his palms. He holds her, just like that, until the shivering stops.

…

“So you and her?”

“Uh-huh.”

“You really think that’s a good idea?”

“I don’t see why not.”

“Really, Joel?”

“Just spit it out, Tommy.”

“She’s a bit unsteady, don’t you think?”

“She’s doing a lot better.” “That’s not what I asked.”

“She’s good. And she’s with me. I’ve got her.”

“You always did have a talent for that.”

“For what?”

“For taking in strays.”

…

Warm, hazy, steam smogging up the kitchen window. Dark, low rumbling clouds, a late summer storm kept at bay by the brightness inside. Her hands are deft, quick, peeling an apple, leaving the skin in one, long, snaking strip of red on the counter. His are clumsy by comparison, chopping the pale flesh into obtuse segments, though she says it doesn’t matter.

“We would add cinnamon.”

“Cinnamon?”

“Hmm. It’s still good without it though.” He doesn’t know who we is, and he doesn’t dare ask. Not when she’s this easy, this light, moving smooth and simple around the kitchen. It all goes in the pot, a pile of peels left behind. And it all simmers slow, sweet, bubbling sticky, syrupy, golden.

They eat it while it’s hot. Spoons nudging against one another in the same bowl, her elbow brushing his on the dining table. Slips sweet down their throats, something warm in the wet chill of the day, sitting back with a contented sigh when they’ve had their fill.

His arm slips over the back of her chair, curling around her shoulder to draw her near, tucking her in. Here is the softest part of me, you can rest there if you’d like. Please rest there.

Hers is still there, just like his, puckered and dark. He presses his mouth over it, not exactly a kiss, but a presence. He can feel her temple jump beneath his lips when she speaks.

“Can I see yours?” He pulls away with a final press of his lips, ducking his head down, turned for her to see. His fingers curl closer around her arm when her mouth rests over that faded arch.

“Why? The first time?” She speaks with her lips stilled against his temple, a dull thrum through his skin.

“I lost the one person I lived for. Didn’t see the point anymore.”

“Makes sense.” It’s new, a different response to his grief. The few people he’s told, always I’m sorry, that’s awful, my condolences. But this. This understanding, this shared logic that only adds up to them. He’s never gotten that before.

“And you?” Two words, a leap that makes him hold his breath, waiting for her to snap, to recoil. But she doesn’t, her lips still held against his skin.

“I’d always been like that. But being alone didn’t help.” Past, past, past. She speaks of it in the past, his heart swelling with that fact. He finds a low hum in his chest, turning his head to draw her lips to his, simple and small. Nothing more to say, her cheek falls to his shoulder, his chin tipped and tucked over her head.

They are conversant in each other’s calamity.

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g0nta-g0kuhara · 3 months

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Hey! You!

Your Gonta post game headcanons! Now! /nf

POST GAME HCS... Let me see...

I always get hung up on talking about this kind of thing cause there's so many little details for how post game might work that alter how I think characters might deal with things that its kinda hard to nail down. But there is some general stuff that stays the same.

I think Gonta's desire to be useful would not have changed with his death. He's probably just as eager as before to help anyone who needs him. I headcanon that he's one of the first ones back on their feet after waking up from the simulation (just because he was physically very very fit before) so he tries to dote on anyone who lets him.

Gonta isn't the kind of person to avoid someone because he feels guilty or awkward. He would Immediately try to find Miu and apologize profusely, crying and all. Im not sure how she would react to all this... I've seen some people say she would be hesitant around him or flat out reject any of his apologies, and some say that she wouldn't blame him much and instead put most of it on Kokichi. Regardless, I don't think they'd be close post-game.

Now this depends on if they all woke up together or woke up concurrently and watched the game as it continued without them. In my headcanon, they woke up all together. In which case, Gonta would not hate Kokichi. Based on their last interactions before his death, Gonta would probably feel closer to him than ever. But (as I kinda got into in the fic I wrote) I don't think Kokichi could stand being around him At All after everything. I think after baring himself a bit in ch5 he would wall himself off completely. And that means cutting Gonta off. I think Kokichi would lash out and say whatever cruel things he would need to to get him to stay away from him. Which of course would really hurt and confuse Gonta, especially having never seen the ch4 post-execution.

I've talked about it before but I also don't really think Gonta wouldn't have many places to go when it comes to joining the others? My post-game friend groups (read: lunch groups) kind of look like this:

•Shuichi, Maki, Kaede, Kaito •Himiko, Tenko, Angie (wary truce between tenko and angie) •Miu, Kiibo (who wanders a bit) •Kirumi, Rantaro (also wanders, especially to shuichi's group), Ryoma (also wanders) •Korekiyo (solo) •Kokichi (largely absent) •Tsumugi (SOMEWHERE ELSE)

Gonta could join almost any of these groups and be welcomed with open arms, but it really doesn't feel to me like he fits neatly into one consistently. The groups that exist are tight, and despite being close with one or two of their members he's not like. explicitly invited I feel. If Gonta didn't show up, no one would really question it.

Post-game Korekiyo... is complicated. If he wasn't actually a serial killer, then I think him and Gonta could hang out a bit. But Kiyo has always preferred to be an outside observer who appreciates his alone time, and Gonta would respect that.

Basically, I just feel Like Gonta would be pretty lonely postgame. The major threat of the killing game (that he can face with his physical strength) is gone, so he would really struggle to find his place in the group. It would probably worsen his pre-kg and post-kg related self esteem problems.

One last thing: I like to think that Gonta still doesn't remember the virtual world, but a strong trigger could cause the memories to come back. For angst purposes, of course. Regardless, he would have a complicated relationship with the snow. I think he would just feel this inexplicable sense of dread at the sight of it.

#This is so long and honestly I don't think too too much about post game recovery beyond the initial months for the entire cast #thats more for the non-simulation survivior trio/quartet #gonta gokuhara #drv3 spoilers #pluto answers #shut up me #sorry if any of this is phrased weird I'm tired so I haven't proof read ghdjskfsd

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blackjackkent · 3 months

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(Jarringly, if you go straight to a long rest from Gortash, the game forgets about all the Karlach drama and she's all like "HEY! ^_^" when you go to chat with her, but then the next morning she has an exclamation mark over her head and is plot-appropriately sad again. As I mentioned in that drabble earlier, I'm just leaning into this and deciding that Karlach basically didn't come back to camp all night, wandering around the city and finding someone private to cry/process/scream at the sky. Hector, meanwhile, lies alone in their tent and has an incredibly unsettling interaction with the Emperor and his own meltdown.

So we will say this is the next morning, with a slight tweak to Karlach's opening line to reflect this.)

"Hey, Soldier. I'm back..."

The sun has barely crested the horizon when Karlach comes wandering back into camp. Hector is the only one awake, having given up on trying to get any rest an hour or so earlier; he's sitting next to the campfire with a mug of tea and staring into the flames; the raw emotion of the night before has faded and he's conscious only of a sort of empty hollow feeling in his chest.

But empty as he feels, the warmth that floods him at hearing her voice is unchanged. He looks up with an involuntary slight smile, meeting her gaze in the morning half-light, though his eyes still hold something of the haunted look that he's had for the last two days.

"I've been worried about you," he says, and his voice is ragged but steady. "Are you all right?"

She smiles slightly and walks over to sit down next to him, putting a hand gently on his knee. "Yeah," she answers. "Despite my best efforts." She manages a soft laugh; it's shaky but sends light through him anyway. "I kept trying to flop over and give up, but Karlach just wouldn't let me."

He feels a little tug of a smile at his lips in response. She really is the strongest person he's ever known by far - even when everything feels so terribly dark, even when she is so beaten down that it seems impossible to rise, she is still always looking for something to smile about, something to hope for. Even when the world hasn't deserved her good opinion of it.

He puts his hand over hers, and she shifts to interlace their fingers together; he feels the familiar steady pulse of heat through her palm and it soothes him a little in spite of all the things it implies. "Did I miss anything important?" she asks softly.

He shrugs. He wants to tell her about the Absolute's scream in his brain, about the Emperor's taunting in the Astral Plane... but what good would it do? It changes nothing and would just make her feel worse. "Not really..." he says quietly. "But I missed you." He lifts her hand and presses his lips against her knuckles.

"I missed you too." A long pause. She looks at their interlaced hands against his mouth, and her throat convulses around a sharp swallow. "You know, I wouldn't have bothered falling in love with you... if I'd known saying goodbye would be so hard." She tries to laugh but it doesn't quite come out.

He looks back into the fire, lets out a heavy breath. He knows the right thing to do would be to joke back, to show her that he is being strong, that he is ready to play this the way she wants to, no matter the cost. But he doesn't quite have the strength in him just now. "I know what you mean," he says softly. The tears are gone; he won't break, he won't cry. But the words are as empty as he feels. "I'm scared of you leaving me behind..."

She gives a sharp shake of her head, and her grip on his hand tightens abruptly. "I don't want to leave you behind," she whispers. "Not ever." A long pause. Her eyes close, squeezing out reality for a moment. "If I had my choice, we'd do it all together. Life - a long life. And then we'd slip away one night... side by side... wrinkled and grey, warm in our bed..."

The ache that rises in his chest at this mental image is almost more than he can take. He tries to take a deep breath and feels it catch in his throat. Gods... I would do anything... anything to wake up next to you for the rest of my life...

"But that's not in the stars for us, my love..." She leans sideways against him, rolls her head so her face is pressed into his neck. "Ours is a short story with a few good twists... and a banger of an ending..."

He wraps his arm around her shoulders, pulls her fiercely against his side. "Karlach..." He hesitates. He knows the answer already, before he even asks it... but he can't help himself, one last try... "Would you ever consider going back to Avernus? Just for a while, just to buy yourself more time?"

He knows why she won't say yes. He knows, even, why it's right that she not say yes. But he has to ask... just one more time...

"No," she says at once, muffled into his neck. "I can't. I'd rather die here in Faerun -- my home -- than live in service to a devil."

He nods slowly, his cheek rubbing against the top of her head. "I understand," he mutters. And he does. He wishes he didn't; he wishes he were a more selfish man, who could demand she think about him and not herself. "I just... wish there was another way..."

"So do I," she mutters. "I've done the calculus a hundred times. There's no permutation I can find that doesn't end in me dead, or wishing for death..." Her arm slips around his waist, her fingertips dusting over his hip, his arm, his upper thigh. "This is it. This is all we have. Each other, and all the moments we have left..."

He says nothing, but turns his head to press a gentle kiss into her hair. For a long few moments they sit in silence, while the sun slowly rises over the camp.

After a while, Karlach stirs and speaks again. "Speaking of which... there's something I wanted to ask you..."

He grunts softly, questioningly.

"Will you stay with me? When it's time. For me to go..." Her voice is suddenly thick, hoarse with emotion. "I think I can do anything if you're there. Even die..."

His heart twists in his chest with the stab of grief that goes through him, somehow fresher than it has ever been. He squeezes his eyes shut and his arm tightens around her, crushing her into his side.

He wants to run, to run far away from all of this, from everything she is making him feel. It's not admirable, it's in fact horribly unfair. But nothing in his life has ever prepared him for what she is asking him for now...

Gods, what if I am not strong enough?

But what can he say, other than yes? How can he be anywhere but at her side, right to the very end?

"Of course, my love..." he whispers. "Of course..."

She draws an unsteady breath, lets it out heavily. He can feel some of the tension go out of her as she sags into his side. "Thank you..." she says softly.

A long pause that seems to hang heavy with all the feelings they have no words for.

When she finally speaks again, her tone is lighter, though he can hear the effort behind it. "Now. Enough tragedy. I'm not gone yet. And our schedule is packed with important heroics, isn't it?" She laughs shakily. "Plus, if I cry any more, I'm going to run out of tears and start leaking motor oil."

She sits up, not pulling from his embrace but turning in it a little so that she can cup her palm against his cheek and kiss him-- soft, slow, lingering. "Thanks for everything, darling," she mumurs, and rests her forehead against his. "I love you. A lot."

#bjk plays baldur's gate 3 #hector carlisle #y'all this weekend was supposed to be time for me to decompress from the househunting #but instead i just obliterated myself repeatedly and now i am a giant pile of sad feels :(#hector is so sad and tired and i'm just #i want them to be happy :(

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lunaticus-platina · 2 years

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Werewolf Travis is such a treat to imagine because, well. You know why. Best Boy Travis- coughcoughcough.

Uh, what I mean is, tall + well built + determined is not what you want in your rage-fueled pursuer. I like to think that he's pretty cunning too, like that scene from Jurassic Park where Muldoon tries to shoot Deinonychus then another one pops out of the bush right next to him and he says 'clever girl'. Travis uses his environment well. Blends into surroundings, climb up the trees for better view, when one entrance is blocked look for another etc.

Despite being bigger and more vicious than other werewolves, he's an ambush hunter. Think about his Ninja-level stealth. When he's human it's already impressive, but you won't even see the beast before you feel its maws ripping open your neck. There's also his reflex. He's more of a fucking cat than a pupper if you see how fast he snatches away Laura's wrist from the gun. You fail QTE, Laura attempts to sedate him, Travis blocks her wrist with his forearm. One firm tap! Syringe gone. Fking precise. Always careful, careful, careful. He exerts bare minimum of strength and effort, only the right amount that's needed for the job. His movements are methodical, you see that right? Even the steps look careful. Now imagine how meticulous he could be when hunting his prey.

Another thing, chasing people is his job. Police right? That and 6 years of hunting Silas. You cannot outrun him, especially in the forest. His feet are light as feather, no protruding roots or overhanging branches can deter him. He'll rather toy with you. Why end the fun short? He's been holding back for so long! The curse enables a person's primary side to literally tear out of their civil mask and show itself as a physical manifestation. His Id has been denied for, how long?

We know Travis is hella disciplined, and I love that about him, how hard he works for anything. Family and his job, both he takes so seriously, always putting them before his own needs. Now flip the coin. Werewolf Travis cares about one thing and one thing only: What he wants. Anger him, he kills you. Hungry? Snack time. Hmm bored. He got you in his sight. The hunt is on. Imagine all that dedication poured into his own selfish desire. That is the monster from the old stories right there. Wimpy counselors don't stand a goddamn chance, we need an actual hunter, soldier, any character that knows how to fight and survive.

Also he's a lone wolf. His human side already had enough of his family. You can't tell me he doesn't enjoy the peace and quiet, the freedom and solitude the transformation brings. Near dawn he'll run away, finds a shallow burrow under a tree stump or something, swipe some comfy leaves in there and sleep in his den. Later he finds a dead tree nearby with a small gap in it, hides some spare clothes there so he doesn't have to wake up, wait until night and wander through the forest back home in his birthday suit ever again.

Final boss Travis. God if he were a playable character.....no, no. He's too powerful, best he could be was a support character. At least until dawn characters level badassery is needed to deal with werewolf him. Him being bit at the very end of the game was a small mercy for all of them.

In the route where he got shot in the cell, he was bleeding quite a lot, and yet later he's at family home. Isn't he supposed to like...be resting. Jesus. Carries on like there isn't a bullet hole in him. Got punched the fuck outta his mind by werewolf Laura, hard enough his head got whipped to the side, crashes into a mirror, recovers quickly, grabs a shard, notices it's silver backed, the guy's level-headed alright damn. Arm got munched on, it's shredded, he doesn't scream. He uses that arm like his muscle isn't all torn up and skin chewed open. His pain tolerance is gooood.

I bet if werewolf Travis is charging at you, and you fire a few normal bullets at him, he'll just shrug them off and pounce. If he's close enough he'll just, fucking, dash through the raining bullets, endure a few hits on the way, and kill, unlike other werewolves that are scared away by gunshots. He doesn't whimper, he doesn't whine, or howl. He growls. Snarls. Roars into the night. He's so fucking angry. He'll rip you apart.

#travis hackett #the quarry #werewolf travis #werewolf #headcannon #i love youuuuu one wolfy boy #oh oh! kill your mom and said it was an accident! wolves did nothing wrong!#sheriff hackett #rant #alternative universe #au idea #fic idea

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journey-to-the-attic · 1 year

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Thoughts on the new game for Obey Me coming out and how it relates to IK?

(Sorry if I am super late to the party on this ask btw)

i played through a chunk of it today and it really exceeded my expectations in terms of story!! definitely has already outdone at least s3 + s4 in terms of character development. very curious in particular about barbatos' role in mc's time travel, and also his past self's beef with solomon

though i have two chief complaints - 1. the 3d models unnerve me (mostly in in the knockoff tiktok app and that one video call during the tutorial, where you see them and the really awkward expressions up close - it's not as bad from afar in the wanderer's whereabouts hangout things. speaking of the ww feature, i like the concept, but the harry potter reference does piss me off a little)

2. i HATE the remixes they use for the rhythm games. they sound so bad. please just use the original songs for the love of GOD

i'm also a little confused by solomon's role - i appreciate him being a lifeline, but he's weirdly blasé about the whole situation, and i can't tell if he's being written with his relationship with mc kind of out of focus, or if we're meant to be suspicious about it. also i would like to know more about what's going on in the present? wonder if there'll be any cutaways in hard mode that might tell us

ANYWAY all that aside, about ik!! i do confess i've already started thinking of how she'd cope in the same situation as mc, but there's a lot that we'd have to change about the situation - 1. ik can't do magic, so a lot of mc's feats are unaccomplishable for her, and 2. given the major size difference between demons and humans in jtta, it'd be very hard for anyone to mistake her for a demon

tbh one word for ik in this scenario: burnout. she's trying her best but the love of god can she not have a peaceful life

also (and this may be a little evil), honestly i don't think i'd give ik the present-solomon lifeline. i've got this sorta idea in my head of a different kind of lifeline, where ik's pact with the brothers and the sheer strength of their found family bond, plus the weird nature of time around her, means that every now and then, the present-brothers briefly snap into the minds of the past-brothers that ik's currently stuck with

the only thing i've done with this concept is the idea of present-lucifer briefly zapping into past-lucifer's consciousness, and comforting ik about how cold the past-brothers are with a hug - then midway through the hug, he gets booted out again and past-lucifer zaps back in. he just sort of finds himself holding that random human kid, and for some reason he just keeps hugging her. he's not sure why, he just feels like he has to...

idk what the exact set-up the devs were going for with the time jump, so i'll leave that to the theorists for now, but we could say that in the jtta version, ik needs to re-forge her pacts to be able to give out a strong enough magical signal across time for barbatos to get her back home

#nightbringer spoilers #there's a bit in one of the lessons where barbatos looks So pissed at solomon over something i can't remember #and then he teleports him into the aether and immediately looks so much happier it's so funny #though i'd like to know how this is affecting the present in a time paradox sense? solomon mentioned it but like #pretty sure mc being there at all and doing all of this bonding already makes it a hell of a paradox #also you just made your pact with asmo way earlier than you were meant to dude #i wonder how many of these events actually occurred in the og past (without mc) and how many come about directly because of mc's presence #i imagine some of them still happened but just didn't resolve the same way #answering asks #anon asks #ik gets nightbrought

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rtnortherly · 3 months

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Get To Know Your Tav

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Rhuna, (she/her) Duergar Circle of Spores Druid

(gotta do a proper portrait of her, also I'm still super early on in the game bc its a co-op and scheduling is hard)

What is your Tav's:

Favourite weapon: Randomly turning into a Deep Rothé and goring people

Style of combat: Tank (accidental) healer (in emergencies)

Most prized possession: A special sample box with her favourite findings on journeys, which include random bones, mushrooms, lichens, bugs, candlesticks, glass jars, random rocks, or whatever other junk she thinks is neat

Deepest desire: To make friends who also think her collection is neat.

Guilty pleasure: Making nasty and weird poisons out of the stuff she finds

Best-kept secret: Rhuna is incapable of intentionally keeping a secret, so her best kept ones are just really badly kept. At this point that's probably her nefarious plot to prank Wyll by filling his tent with glow bugs because he seemed Sad (would he find this helpful? Who can say. Are some of the party very much going to notice her doing this? Certainly.)

Greatest strength: Friendly/easy-going

Fatal flaw: Insatiable curiosity

Favourite smell: Dirt. Any kind of dirt really. In fact, she'll tell you a lot about the area based on how the dirt smells and it's composition.

Favourite Spell or Cantrip: Bone Chill

Pet peeve: Shouting or raised voices

Bad habit: Wandering off

Hidden talent: Stone skipping

Leisure activity: Finding/cataloguing/and sorting samples of fauna/flora

Favourite drink: Spiced goat milk

Comfort food: Roasted sweet potato

Favourite person(s): (She'd like anyone really) Zilvra, (sister's Tav) the fellow Underdark originator and snarky sorcerer who let her join in the adventure and appreciates her contributions, Karlach for being so cool and funny and nice and cool, Wyll for being the biggest sweetheart and most courteous and patient individual she has encountered. Withers because she doesn't understand a thing he says but he 's pretty neat, being a skeleton and all. Dammon because he's a nerd and she respects that. And he's also nice. Halsin because he seems pretty patient and tolerant and like he won't be weird if she starts info dumping about her mushrooms and lichens, and might even have his own thoughts on the topic (he reminds her of home)

Favoured display of affection (platonic and/or romantic): quality time and words of affirmation.

Fondest childhood memory: harvesting phosphorescent micro organisms from the rocks and using them for war paint in epic games of tag with other children in her community

Is there anything else you'd like to share? (feel free to include art or a screenshot of your Tav if available!)

Rhuna doesn't have many memories of life within the Duergar community, or with her biological family. She spent a large portion of her life with a group a druids who were mostly comprised of Deep Gnomes. They tended to travel between different warrens in the Underdark every seven years or so, and the journey was often perilous and could take months at a time. When they arrived at a new warren, they would begin to establish colonies of different flora, and then when it was well established, they would leave it to grow wild free of cultivation. It was also customary for their deceased to be used to start new fungal colonies.

As for folks to tag, I don't have the gumption right now (though I'd tag my sister so y'all could learn more about Zilvra if she were on tumblr.) However, if you want to jump in on this, please do! I love a good character read, and this one is fun!

#bg3 #bg3 tav #tav bg3 #my tav #baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate tav

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10 Year Love Pt. 1

Summary: What happens if your first love from 10 years ago, walks through the office doors and introduces himself as your new coworker as the two of your are working in the high school you both attended? You put up a front, pretending that you have never seen him as he seems to not recognize who you are. As high school days are retraced in your head, you try to push away the past feelings and stay professional as an adult, but you fail to realize your deepest thoughts, and memories that made you who you are today, because of him. Pairing: optional!male nurse x female!P.E teacher Genre: fluff, comedy, school life Warning: papercuts, cuts, wounds, heavy dialogue A/N: This was inspired by a manhua called Once More that I came across a couple days ago and I absolutely love the storyline and characters! The picture above is taken from the manhua they're so adorable I highly recommend you guys checking it out! Here are some pointers to avoid any confusion: Y/N and Y/L/N: you name and your last name H/N and H/L/N: his name his last name F/N and F/L/N: friend's name and friend's last name E/C: eye colour

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Scary, cold blooded, emotionless. Those were the characteristics linked to you back in high school. You were often found alone or away from the crowd. Your so-called “friends” only ever talked to you when they needed something from you, but even that was rarely ever. You’ve heard countless rumours about you which stressed you out at first, but as time went on, you became immune to it as it became a part of your daily routine. It was something that bothered you but something that you couldn’t fix. Yes you have broken a couple school uniform regulations and got into quarrels with other students but on your end, you were only trying to defend your classmates who were getting bullied, to only be the one to get in trouble instead. Your grade was playing basketball one day as you ended up falling and scraping your knee from your opponent’s attempt to try to steal the ball away from you. Normally, then this occurred, you would hear whispers of “she’s such a try hard” and “who is trying to impress? She’s a nobody here.” as you walked up to the nurse’s office but today, to your surprise, H/N L/N offered to walk you to the nurse’s office. He hurried to walk beside you before you glance over to see his charming smile. H/N L/N was the complete opposite to you. He was the school’s gentleman from his warm, kind and friendly personality. Everyone in the school adored him. You found it odd how he was single, turning down all the girls who confessed to him but at the same time, you felt jealous, quietly observing him from your desk during breaks as he happily chatted with his friends, teasing each other with jokes and laughter. You never got to experience that. He quietly walked you to the nurses office, knocking before sliding open the door to peek inside.

“Hmm, the nurse isn’t here.” He walked in as you hesitated, not knowing if you’re allowed inside without the staff’s permission. “Maybe she’s running errands.” he mumbled, walking over to the supplies. You took a seat at the bed nearest to the window, staring out.

‘Why is he here? Why did he follow me? What does he want from me? Is he here to tease me too?’ Your mind wandered, trying to find his true intentions before your thoughts disappeared hearing the first aid kit open beside you. Looking over, he kneeled down, opening the disinfecting wipes.

“I'm going to clean the wound, so it might sting a bit.” His voice was soft. He gently tapped the pad onto your wound, as the tips of his fingers would occasionally brush against your skin. You observed his soft H/C hair and how it was slightly messed up from the game. His long eyelashes that were naturally curled and his lips that were pressed, making sure he doesn’t put to much strength onto your injury. He suddenly looked up to see if you were in any pain when you locked eyes, his E/C staring into yours before the both of you looked away, flushed at the unexpected situation. You felt you cheek heat up as you tried to calm down the weird sensation in your chest, looking out the window, seeing the small figures of your class playing basketball.

“And you’re all set.” You saw your wound securely dressed and treated as you extended your knee, moving your leg around. “It’s obviously not as good as the nurse but this should do for now.”

“Thank you. You should become a nurse with this kind of skill.” You smiled and chuckled as he froze midway through his cleanup, taken aback by your brightened expression.

“This is the first time I've seen you smile." He muttered to himself as he stood up, returning the first aid kit. You stood by the window, watching your class play as the wind blew through the gap. He turned around, seeing your hair flow from the wind, your eyes watching from a distance as your lips curled into a small smile. Letting out a hopeless sigh, he quietly walks over beside you. He leaned against the wall beside the window, arms crossed as he continued to observe your features.

"I wonder why people say such rude things about you." You listened. "It must’ve been hard for you to hear them say such horrible things about you.”

“I’m used to it.” You felt the spring wind blow through your hair. “I don’t blame them. Some people can’t help but to judge a person’s outer appearance.” You knew trying to prove the rumours wrong would only cause more trouble on your side since you had no one to stand by your side to defend you. You have already accepted your defeat.

“Then what about me?” You felt his fingers against your cheek, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear that was in your face. Your eyes rounded as you turned to face him, meeting his charming smile. “Let’s be friends, Y/N. I want to get to know you. The real you.” The tingling sensation returned, but this time, your heart started racing. You felt the heat of your face spread across before you stepped back from him, covering your face with your hands. You left the nurse’s office, stomping your way back to your class as he ran out, following you behind with a huge grin on your face. As much as you avoided him after that incident, H/N stayed true to his words, trying to befriend with every opportunity he got. He would visit your class whenever you have different subjects during breaks, sit beside you during lunch, and visit your lockers to try striking a conversation with you. At first you were a bit creeped out and annoyed by his committed attempts but you found yourself letting loose around him as you got comfortable around him. Without realizing, your true personality started shining through as H/N got closer to you. You started smiling more, laughing more and talking more. It was something that H/N looked forward to everyday. It was his number one reason he went to school everyday; to see your face and you smile. For the first time in your years in high school, it was happy, memorable and exciting. Your personality became more lively, cheery and carefree since meeting H/N. He brought out the sides of you that you’ve been concealing all along and without realizing, you developed feelings for him.

You were in your last year of high school and you found yourself falling head over heels for H/N, but you didn’t want to confess and put such a precious friendship at risk. Regardless of that, the two of you remained best of friends, always teasing and joking on who’s the more childish one. He would always catch you off guard with his heart skipping compliments and actions, though you’ll explain to yourself that it’s just part of his personality. The rumours about you didn’t stop and instead, it seems like it only got worse. Rumours of you being two faced and fake to try to win H/N’s heart started speculating. When H/N found out about this, he was enraged at the fact that even when you start showing your true self, people still had rude things to say about you. He always reminded you that people who talk behind your backs are where they belong- behind you and for that, you always found yourself hearing his voice and those words when you felt insecure.

“College applications are just around the corner. Have you thought about what you want to study yet?” H/N sat beside you, head resting on the desk as he waited for your reply “Haven’t really thought about it yet.” You tapped the back of the pen on your lip, trying to come up with some options. “What about you?” “I’m going to study nursing.” He answered directly, watching your expression. You slowly nodded, feeling a slight disappointment that the two of you won’t be studying in the same field. “Someone mentioned nursing seems suitable for me, so I decided to give it a go.” Your eyes travelled down, seeing his sweet grin. “I have a suggestion for you Y/N. You should try going to teachers college and become a P.E teacher.” “P.E teacher?” You repeated. He lifted his head, nodding his head. “I can definitely see you as a P.E teacher. With your cool personality and your talent in sports, you’ll make a great P.E teacher.” He gave you a thumbs up before patting your head upon hearing the bell, returning back to his class. You thought about his words, trying to imagine yourself as a teacher.

‘P.E teacher. That’s not too bad.’ You thought to yourself. You ended up applying to a teachers college for physical education and much to your surprise, you got in. On your graduation day, you were heading back to your locker, clearing the last bit of your belongings when your phone vibrated with an incoming text message. ‘From H/N: hey Y/N. could you meet me at the rooftop after school? I have something to tell you.’ Your head starts racing with the possible thing you might need to tell you, causing you stomach to twist. At the last bell, you slowly walked up the stairs to the rooftop, a hand on the knob before you ran back downstairs, running away from possibly the one and only time you could’ve confessed your feelings, and they would’ve been reciprocated. H/N leaned against the railing of the rooftop, watching the student’s excitedly run out of school as summer holiday started. He saw you hopelessly walk out the doors, wiping your facing from what seemed to be from crying. He wanted to run down. He wanted to grab your wrist and stop you. But something inside him prevented him from doing that, and so, he stared at your depressing figure disappearing in a distance. From that day on, the distance between you and H/N started drifting as neither of you saw each other during college, too afraid to text each other and ask about that day.

-Present day-

"Where'd your get your shirt? It looks good on you." The student walked past you before stopping at his steps, nervously laughing. "R-Really? I got it over the weekend when I went shopping with my friends." He looked away, hand rubbing the back of his neck as his cheeks flushed. "That's cool. But can I give you another suggestion on what to wear?" He looked down at you, somewhat surprised. "Maybe try wearing your uniform. That'll be 5 laps around the track." You tippy toe to flick his forehead before his friends came running behind him. "C'mon Ms. Y/L/N. It's summer! How do you expect me to wear it in the summer?" He whines before zipping his mouth, seeing your darken expression. "Don't give me that excuse when our school offers summer uniforms." You scolded, seeing his friends playfully nudge and ruffle his hair from your lecture. You were standing under a tree at the entrance of the school, making sure students walked in with the appropriate clothing and appearance. "Good morning Ms. Y/L/N!" A group of female students respectfully bowed as they walked past you. "Good morning girls." You quickly scanned their clothing. "Lily!" You walked up to the girl, before fixing her skirt, flatting the part that was slightly flipped up. "Thank you Ms. Y/L/N!" She smiled before you nodded. "Oh my gosh, did you see how beautiful she looked up close? My heart just fluttered just now." You heard a branch snap behind you before you let out a sigh, knowing who was trying to enter the school without getting caught.

"Boys." They froze as you turned around, glaring at them. Usually, they're wearing anything but their uniforms but surprisingly today, they were wearing their uniforms. Or at least tried to. You placed your hands on your waist , feeling somewhat proud at the troublemakers’ attempt to follow school rules. "You boys are surely something else. If you're going to try to follow school policies, at least try to put some effort in it." You walked up the to boys, fixing each of their outfits before patting them on at back, letting them off as they walked pass the entrance. "Man, even her scolding makes my heart flutter." "How can someone be so cold yet warm at the same time? "I wouldn't mind if she scolded me daily." "She is the school's heart shaker" You heard the boys' conversation, shaking your heads from their silly comments. The students had named you the school's heart shaker ever since they witnessed your cold yet heartwarming actions. Maybe it's because you were a former student and having to teach in the school you attended, you couldn't help but to soften up at times, seeing your younger self in the students. But when it comes to your P.E class and school regulations, you were strict about it, from the trouble you've gotten into back in your high school years.

Entering the staff office, you heard your coworkers whispering about something. "Y/N, did you hear about this most recent news?" "If it's gossip, I rather not hear it." You sat on your desk, reviewing your notes for the day. "Apparently, we're getting a new school nurse! The previous one retired." You hummed an uninterested response, focusing on your work. "I heard he's young and handsome as well. I wonder when he's going to come." The principal gave a brief run through over the schedules and any changes that may possibly occur. The words enter through one of your ears and out the other, as you mumble to yourself, trying to remember your schedules and the class notes. "Psst, Y/N." Your coworker whispered before you shot up from your chair, assuming that the principal caught your distracted behavior. "Yes!" The office went quiet as all the eyes were on you, your coworker trying her best to hold in her laughter. Glancing down, you glared at her, mouthing a 'what?' "Great, you can show the new nurse around when he comes. Which should be any time no-" The doors slid open as you let out a small yelp from seeing a familiar figure. H/N L/N, the guy who you left hanging on the last day of high school, also known as your first crush. “Just on time, Mr. H/L/N.” the principal stands to introduce the new staff. “This is H/N H/L/N. Starting today, he will be the school’s nurse.” Your eyes followed his figure as he walked to the middle of the office, bowing. "I hope we can all get along." He smiled as your coworkers started throwing questions and compliments at him. "What a handsome young man!" "Are you sure he's old enough to be a nurse? He looks so young!" "How old are you? Do you have a girlfriend?" He chuckled at their comments. "I'm 25 years old." He answered, as the staff looked at each other with jaws dropped. "Looks like you and Ms. Y/L/N are the youngest ones here." He glances over you as you flinched from suddenly meeting his eyes

"Ms. Y/L/N?" Your back straightened from your name suddenly being called." Do you have something to say to Mr. H/L/N? You've been standing there this whole time." "N-No." You sat back down, hiding your face behind your notes. "Very well then. Mr. H/L/N, your desk will be beside Ms. Y/L/N. She will also give you a tour around the school during lunch break." The principal left at his final words. The bell rang as teachers left the office to their assigned rooms. "You definitely just fell head over heels for this dude." Your coworker whispered before you jerked your head up, about to curse when you hear a male beside you clearing his throat. "Um, Ms. Y/L/N-" "I better get to class! My students are waiting for me." You jumbled your papers together before standing up, walking at a brisk pace, leaving your coworker and H/L in confusion. 'He seriously had to come here out of all the schools? Does he recognize me? He shouldn't, right? Just pretend you don't know him and you'll be fine, Y/N' You tried gathering your thoughts as you walked to the field to your students. "Is Ms. Y/L/N alright?" H/N asks your coworker who was giggling to herself. "Yeah she's fine. You have to get used to her abrupt actions sometimes." She advised before leaving the room. "I know, I've already gotten used to it." He mumbled while looking out the window, watching you stomp over to the students. "Ms, Y/L/N! I heard there's a new school nurse! Is it a male or female?" The girls went up to you as you backed up from their close distance. "Male." "Really?! What's his name."

"Mr. H/L/N." "How old is he?" "25." "Is he cute?" "Why does that matter? You are going to purposely injure yourself so you can pay him a visit?" You crossed your arms, as they girls shook their heads in denial but you could see through them. "And why am I even telling you these things?" "You're no fun, Ms. Y/L/N. Can't you give us a little hope?" The girls nagged. "Dream on. Alright class, we're playing ultimate frisbee today!" You ended the conversation, starting the class.

-Lunch Break- "Looks like the P.E class is going overtime again." One of the staff declared while entering the office, stretching his hand over his head. "Ms. Y/L/N got herself in the game and now the kids are more energized than ever." "What do you mean?" H/N asked, glancing out the window, seeing you sprint across the fielding to catch the frisbee. "Whenever students have class with Ms. Y/L/N, they just don't seem to want to leave, even if it's lunch time. Especially if she starts playing, the energy level in the students just skyrockets." H/N exits the office, walking down the stairs to the doors to the field, watching you play with the students through the glass doors. You glanced at your watch, blowing the whistle to stop the game. "Alright guys, if you keep on playing, you're going to miss your lunch break! I'll take things from here so you guys are free to go. Have a good lunch everyone!" Hearing them whine, you chuckled, shooing them off as they rushed to the cafeteria. You saw them left before smiling to yourself, fixing your hair and started to pick up the equipment. H/N heart skipped a beat when he saw the bright smile of yours. He placed his hand on his chest, feeling it race. You wiped the sweat on your forehead before tossing the heavy bag over your shoulder, walking through the doors. "Ms. Y/L/N?" You jumped, letting out a squeal as you almost lost your balance before H/N got a grip around your arm, balancing you back. "Who creepily approaches someone like that?" "I was here for a while now," "That doesn't make it any better?!" You hid your face from showing such an embarrassing side. "Do you need something from me?" "Yes. A tour." Your lips circled into an 'oh' from realization. "Give me a second. Let me put away the equipment first." You dragged the bag before it was taken away from you. "Let me lend you a hand." You opened the doors of the gym storage room, pointing at the spot for the bag to be placed before you locked the door.

'Stay calm, act normal, it'll be alright. Just act like this is your first time seeing him and everything will be fine. Just get through this tour and you won’t have to interact with him later.' You reminded yourself as you twisted the lock, turning to face the tall male. "This is the gym and storage room. We have two gyms. One that's attached to the school and one that's in the back which is normally used for club practices." You pointed around as he quietly followed behind, looking around. "So the gym attached to the school is the main gym?" He asked as you nodded, walking down the hallways. "The first floor is usually where the grades 9 and 10 are. Turning right is the entrance to the cafeteria." He peeked through the doors, seeing the room full of students chattering and eating. "I heard the cafeteria has really delicious food." He comments as you turn to look at him. "It's what makes our school special. If you ever get a chance, you should definitely try the ___, it's my favorite" You smiled, feeling excited to eat it after the tour. 'I know. You used to eat it everyday for lunch.' He thought to himself, following you upstairs. "The second floor is usually for grades 11 and 12. Occasionally other students come here depending on subjects. Do you know where the nurse's office is?" He shook his head. You placed your hands behind your back, walking to his office when a couple of female students from earlier walked pass. "Good afternoon Ms. Y/L/N." "Good afternoon. Have you eaten lunch already?" They nodded as you smiled. Their eyes shifted to H/N behind you before switching back at you, smirks plastered on their faces. "Is that Mr. H/L/N that you told us about from the beginning of class?" You looked at the girls, eyes twitching. "Ah, you mean the new staff you guys asked me about? Yes. This is Mr. H/L/N." You forced a small grin. "I heard you're the same age as Ms. Y/L/N. Did you guys go to the same school?" "Hey! That's not very nice to ask Mr. H/L/N such questions on his first day, girls!" You panicked, trying to stop their plan before it gets out of hand. 'Please say no, please say no, please say no.' you prayed. "No no it's alright." He reassured, smiling at the girls. "I don't believe so." You let out a silent sigh of relief, without knowing that H/N was observing your actions. "Ms. Y/L/N is just showing me around the school." "Mr. H/L/N, did you know that Ms. Y/L/N is the school's heart sha-"

"Now now, students shouldn't loiter around in the halls." You pushed the girls to the opposite direction as they giggled to each other. "And Yumi! Button up your shirt!" You yelled before hearing "Did you see her blush? She's so cool!" echo down the hall. "What were the students saying just now?" "N-Nothing. Here's your office." You opened the door for him. He stepped in, observing the place before standing behind the window, looking out at the field. You felt your heart tingle from seeing his figure by the window, recalling that time when he helped you try your wound. "Ms. Y/L/N? Are you alright? Your face is a little red." He walks towards you before you quickly back up. "I'm fine! I'll if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go get lunch." You ran off. H/N walked to the desk, sitting down before resting his head back on the chair. 'I didn't even get a chance to say thank you.'

-The following week-

You were finding every possibility to limit your interactions with H/N, trying to keep yourself distracted and busy, with every possible way. “Excuse me, Ms. Y/L/N, do you know where the prin-” “Sorry, I have to go print some documents.” You stood up from your seat, walking into the printer room. Your coworker beside you, saw the suspicious interaction, rolling her chair over to the nurse’s desk. “I have to say, Miss. Y/L/N isn’t normally like this. So I don’t blame you if you’re a little flustered by her actions. I’ll go check up on her.” He kindly smiled at the female before her cheeks heated red, walking into the printer room. “Y/N, what’s up with you?” You flinched at her sudden voice. “You scared me there F/N!” You relaxed, seeing it was just her. “What do you mean?” “You’ve been acting weird ever since Mr. H/L/N started working here.” You punched the buttons on the printer. “Is there something wrong?” “It’s not that. Promise you won’t say anything?” Your coworker gave you a trusting bob. “It’s just that… We went to the same high school together.” You quietly spoke, afraid that other staff would hear. “What?!” She screamed before your hand whipped over her mouth, shooting her a glare. “Sorry, sorry. I wasn’t expecting this at all.” “Neither have I. This would be the last place I’ll expect to see him.” You spoke your thoughts out loud, inserting the documents before punching in the number of needed copies. “Do you think he recognizes you?” You shook your head furiously. “I don’t think so. The last time we saw each other…” You recalled the memory during your graduation day. “...was in high school. So it’s been years. But do me a favor.” You felt a weird tingle in your body from what you were about to say. “Could you not address me by my first name when we’re around him. I don’t want to take any chances of making him realize that we’re classmates.”

“For sure!… What if he came back because…” You pressed 1 and 0 for 10 copies. “He likes you and thought that you might return back as a teacher?” Your finger slipped and pressed onto the 0, making 100 copies. “Are you crazy?! Who in their right mind would come back for that?” You whispered yelled, glancing over at the screen before your eyes popped out, seeing the number of copies. “100 COPIES?!” You yelled before you and your coworker started to panic. “Why’d you click 100?” “I clicked 10 but YOU distracted me and I clicked the extra 0!” “I was only stating what could possibly be true!” “Stop talking nonsense and help me out.” You clicked the ‘cancel’ button before the printer finally became silent, only printing out a couple copies. You walked over to pick up the slot to gather the printed copies. “That was a close call.” You looked over at your friend, seeing her tense eyes on the screen. “F/N…?” The printer started running again, making loud whirring noises before sheets of paper started shooting out everywhere. It was too late to cancel the operation. “Y/N!” Your coworker yelled, as you hectically picked up the fallen and flying sheets as she clicked random buttons in hopes to stop the machine. “Oh my gosh, Y/N! It won’t stop printing!” She cried. After a couple minutes, the machine finally stopped, leaving the two of you heavily breathing.

“I’m so screwed.” You groaned, looking at the amount of copies in your hand. “What am I going to do with 100 copies?” “I mean you always manage to lose your papers, even when they’re on your desk so maybe having a few extra copies isn’t a bad thing.” She tried comforting you in the worst way possible. “I think we should go Y/N, Mr. H/L/N mentioned that he needed to use the printer- '' The both of you turned around being greeted by none other than H/N who was standing by the door, with a rather shocked expression. You started panicking, not knowing if he witnessed the embarrassing incident or your coworker calling you by your first name. “A-Ah, Mr. H/L/N! What a sight to see you here!” You mentally face palmed yourself from hearing your coworker attempting to speak as if nothing happened. “I was just checking up on Y/- I mean, Ms. Y/L/N to see if she’s alright with the printer.” She glanced back at you to see you pursing your lips, forcing a smile. She definitely can’t keep her promise. “I see. Do you mind if I use it after you’re done?” You nodded, stepping aside from him. Even though he was pretty confident that on the first day, he saw you and knew it was you, he was able to confirm to himself that it was truly you, Y/N L/N, his crush from high school that was his coworker. You walked over to the table on the other side, trying to organize the stack of papers. “You are so dead.” You grumbled lowly as she uneasily stood beside you, feeling guilty for breaking the promise. “It just slipped out of my mouth. It’s only natural to call my friend by her first name!” She whispered her reasoning as you rolled your eyes, letting out a sigh. “Wait Ms. Y/L/N, your fingers are bleeding!” You glanced down at your hand, seeing paper multiple paper cuts on your fingers and hand. It must’ve been when you were catching the flying papers. H/N turned back to see you stick your finger in your mouth. “It’s just a paper cut.” You mumbled with a finger in between your teeth. Holding the papers back to your desk, F/N worryingly follows behind.

“I don’t think paper cuts cut that deep onto your skin. Plus, there’s multiple of them! You should get them treated.” H/N couldn’t help to be worried about your state, knowing that you’re the kind of person who doesn’t like showing their weak side. Peeking out the door, he sees you wince, flapping your hand in the air to cool the pain. He wanted to step in and help but he had the feeling that maybe he should stay out of it. He quietly returned back to his seat, seeing you glance to his side as he sat down, causing you to straighten up your back from the tension. You keep yourself busy, scheduling class for the next couple of days and reviewing the upcoming ones. His eyes wandered to your facial features, seeing your play with your cheeks, puffing them and rotating the puffed cheek from one side to another. Your lips pressed together tightly into a thin line before pressing them outwards, alternating from playing with your cheeks and lips. He knew this was a habit of yours since high school whenever you’re focused. Seeing how your habits haven't changed made his heart warm up, knowing that this was something that he found adorable of you. You slowly turned your head towards him, feeling his eyes staring at you. His pupils widened, unexpected by the sudden eye contact before your face turned into a shade of red, realizing your habits haven been caught. “Sorry, this is what I do when I’-” “When you’re focused?” He finished the sentence for you before his mouth snapped shut, alarmed about how he might’ve exposed himself in front of you. Your jaw dropped by his sudden words. ‘How does he know? Does he… remember me?’ “Sorry, a previous coworker of mine had that habit whenever he’s focused.” He lied with a smile, praying you’ll fall for it. “O-Oh really? That’s interesting.” You chuckled awkwardly, turning your focus back onto the screen of your monitor. You laid a hand over your chest, feeling just how fast your heart was racing.

H/N was nervously fidgeting with his fingers onto top of his desk, not knowing he got away with pretending he didn’t know you. He tried distracting himself with filling in some documents and ordering supplies when his mind wandered back to your scratched fingers. ‘She should really put ointment or at least a bandage on them.’ He glances over at your hands, seeing the red cuts. Biting his lip, he pondered back and forth on whether he should check up on you. He is the school nurse after all, so it’s normal to care for his fellow coworkers, right? “Ms. Y/L/N, is your fingers-” “Hey H/N, wanna grab lunch together? I heard they updated the menu with new dishes!” A male worker shot up from his seat in front of him right at the bell. Your eyes looked up at him from hearing him call your name. “Sure.” H/N said after a brief pause. He glanced down, having the expression as if he wanted to ask you something but left with the male staff.

“Man, with this much paperwork, I would rather be teaching.” F/N leans back onto her seat, stretching her arms over her head. “Are you sure you don’t want to get them treated?” She looked at the papercuts. You shook your head, telling her that it's just a tiny scratch and that it’ll heal itself by tomorrow. “Shall we head for lunch then? It’ll be my treat today. I feel bad for what happened back there.” “As you should be.” You said matter-of-factly, feeling her hug onto your arm, trying to cheer you up. Walking into the cafeteria, there was a huge line formed by the students to get lunch. Getting a tray, you queued up with your friend. You spotted H/N and the teacher a few people ahead, having a conversation with a few female students lining up in front of them. “Ah, Ms. Y/L/N and Ms. F/L/N, do you want to go ahead of me? I’m actually waiting for a friend.” The male student offered. “No, it’s alright. Thank you though.” You kindly smiled, as the student blushed, looking down. “I mean, he offered it, so why not?” F/N whispered to only get nudged by you. “One curry chicken katsu please!” Your friend happily ordered once it was your turn. “And the usual for you, Ms. Y/L/N?” You nodded, giggling at the lunch lady’s question. The two of you sat at a table near the windows, enjoying your lunch in peace. “So how was H/N like back then?” You almost choked on your mouthful, hitting your chest to prevent the food going down the wrong pipe. “Were you and him good friends?” “You could say so.” “Then why didn’t you keep contact with him in college?” You remained quiet, feeling guilty about what happened that day. “...Did something happen?” “Not really…” You munched. “I’m not sure how he is now, but back then, he was really popular.” “That, I can definitely say, hasn't changed about him.” You followed her eyes to the table where he sat, eating with a table full of female teachers. “Didn’t you say that your high school years weren’t memorable or something?” “Yeah. It was only untilI met H/N. He was the light in my darkness.” “So you like him.” “I never said that.” “But you’re sure making it sound like it.” You scoffed at her words. You have to admit, you liked him in the past but after getting into teacher’s college, you only focused on your studies, forgetting about H/N. “It’s just weird. Seeing your classmate as your coworker working together in the same school you used to attend.” “Maybe he has a reason.”

- 2 days later -

“What a surprise.” You entered the office, eyes still half awake from your lack of sleep. You slumped down on your chair, taking out a box of bandages. “Are you actually going to use them or are they going to end up being your desk decor?” You narrowed your eyes at F/N’s statement. “You do know the nurse’s office has bandages, right?” “Yeah but…” You haven’t been sleeping well for the past couple of weeks, unable to wrap around the fact that H/N is actually your coworker. You tried searching answers for why he possibly could come back, but nothing would come into mind. “It’s because of him isn’t it.” Letting out a groan, couldn’t help but to chuckle at your childish acts. “Are you scared of the room or him?” “Both? I don’t know.” Opening the box, you took out a couple of bandages, placing them on your cuts. “I didn’t know papercuts take this long to heal.” “I didn’t know someone could be so bad at using bandages. Plus, I told you, papercuts don’t cut that deep into your skin. Why didn’t you treat them either? Imagine all the bacteria that has gone into your wound for the past few days! You could get an infection!” “You sound just like my mom and it’s scaring me.” You shivered, recalling her words in your mother’s tone. After finishing with wrapping your cuts, you left for your first class. Due to the heatwave, you decided to move your P.E class indoors to prevent anyone from getting heat strokes. “Alright since we’re indoor today, we’re going to be playing volleyball.” The class whined and complained. “I’ll be treating the winners for ice cream.” The gym was filled with shouts and cheers from hearing the reward. Splitting the class into a couple of teams, you and a couple of students went to set up the nets.

“What happened to your hand?” A male student asked, pointing at the bandages. “Oh, just a minor cut.” “No I mean, did you wrap that or did Mr. H/L/N?” “Oh… I did. Why?” You felt your cheek heat up from humiliation “You can obviously tell it’s not Mr. H/L/N’s wrapping.” You hissed at the other classmate’s comment before he ran off, teasing you. “Mr. H/L/N is really good at wrapping wounds. I scraped my elbow the other day and he wrapped it so well that even when I move my arm around, it doesn’t loosen!” You were suddenly reminded about his gentle touch when he helped you treat your injured knee. “Ah, I see. He is the school nurse after all.” “Maybe you should ask him to help you with your cuts.” “No! I mean, I already have bandages on so it’ll be a waste to throw them away now.” “Not to be rude or anything, but it’s already a waste from how you place them on.” “Hey!”

“6 vanilla and chocolate twists on a cone please.” The students behind were happily cheering as you paid for their desserts. “Thank you, Ms. Y/L/N!” They chimed in unison. “No worries. Stay hydrated and get home safely.” You headed upstairs, stopping by to see if F/N is still in her class before heading back to the office. You saw someone holding a box filled with calligraphy equipment as they hastily stumbled. “Shit shit shit shit…” You heard a familiar voice. “Ms. F/L/N?” Her panicked face relaxes upon your appearance. “Is something wrong?” “You’re a lifesaver. I just remembered I have a meeting to attend about the upcoming class event with a few teachers so could you help me bring these to the art class and make sure everyone gets a brush, ink try and calligraphy paper! Oh and be careful with the ink, the bottle isn’t closed properly.” She thrusted the box to you before taking off down the stairs, shouting her gratitude. You stood there dumbfounded before slowly wobbling your way to her class. Setting the box down, you went around each desk to hand out the brushes. You went back to take out the ink bottle, struggling to twist the cap open

“Not closed properly? More like closed too properly.” You gritted your teeth, twisted the cap before it pops open, spilling some ink on your hand. “Shit!” You cursed loudly before you heard the door burst open. Slowly turning around in fear that the principal heard, H/N rushed over, surprised and puzzled when he saw your face. “Ms. Y/L/N? What are you doing here?” He looked down to see the scene. “Ms. F/L/N needed some help so I offered to lend a hand.” He went to get some wet paper towels to wipe the ink on the floor. You walked over to the sink to wash your hands, sighing to see that the ink stained your bandages. Walking back, you saw Mr. H/L/N pouring the ink onto the ink pallets. “Thanks.” You laid out papers on each desk before carrying the box onto the side, walking out with him. The two of you walked in an awkward silence. You didn’t know what to say and you couldn’t tell if it’s because you have nothing to say or too much to say. “I heard the heatwave is going to last until next week.” He placed his arms behind his back. You let out a “mhmm” before raising your hand to wipe the sweat on your forehead. “Are those rings?” You looked down at your hand, seeing your bandages stain into black.

“No, these are bandages. The ink must’ve stained them.” You chuckled, feeling more sweat build up as you saw him observe them. “Well then, if you excuse me.” You stepped to leave but he got a grip of your wrist. “Come with me.” Not letting go of his hold, he pulled you into his office. He loosened his grip, walking over to get the first aid kit before taking a seat at his desk, dragging a stool out in front of him. You stood by the entrance, feeling your heart pound. It was just you and him. In the room. Alone. Together. Almost 9 years ago. “What are you waiting for? Take a seat.” You timidly walked over to the stool, avoiding his eyes as you sat down. “May I take a look?” You raised your hand, slightly flinching as you felt his familiar touch. “Sorry, did that hurt?” You shook your head, feeling the head spread across your face. He gently took off the bandages as you glanced and saw his worried expression, just like when he was younger. “Ms. F/L/N was right, papercuts don’t cut this deep.” He spoke to himself as your eyes widened in realization that he heard your conversation with your coworker. He applied some ointment before wrapping them tightly. “Why didn’t you stop by? I could’ve helped you treat them.” “It’s nothing serious.” You answered, looking down at the floor.

“Are you sure?” Your head lifted from his change in tone, meeting his eyes. “Are you sure it’s not something else?” “I don’t know what you’re saying.” “Why are you avoiding me?” You tried to think of an excuse. “I wasn’t.” “Every time I tried to talk to you, you’re always excusing yourself.” “I wasn’t.” “Then what were you doing?” “I…” You trailed off, lost at words “You can’t fool me.” He started. Your eyes shifted to look at his. “Even after all this time.” He rolled his chair closer to you. “You’re still the same to me.” He reached to tuck a strand behind your ear. “Y/N L/N.”

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afniel · 10 months

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Tears of the Kingdom and early Metroid games share SO much design DNA. Especially in the Depths, but just in general.

Mild spoilers re: the Depths atmospheric design basically and the intro sequence of the game, nothing plotty, but I'll put it under a cut in case you've been avoiding everything about it until you can play it yourself. Which I recommend, it's SO good blind.

You're exploring a vast, oppressively dark, alien space, cavernous and claustrophobic in equal measure. There are signs of past civilization in the existence of cyclopean stone and metal megastructures, the exact function of which is hard to imagine from where you are now, and they bring you no comfort. There's very little music, but a lot of strange, echoing, disconcerting sounds. Are they a threat? Are they just background noise? Who knows. The landscape doesn't care about you. It is essentially inimical to your existence. You are small, alone, and uninvited, and anything could be lurking in the echoing blackness. Over time, you find hidden items, overcome bizarre creatures, grow in strength, and your forays become a little less sweaty-palmed...but not completely.

Okay, am I describing Metroid 1 and 2, or the Depths? Both? Both. Both is good.

For as much as Breath of the Wild and Tears of the Kingdom riff off the first few Zelda games, with their sense of open-ended adventure and ability to do things in whatever order you can physically manage, TotK in particular draws a huge chunk of its design from the first several Metroid games; mostly 1 and 2, somewhat Super Metroid (which is in fact subtitled as Metroid 3, though nobody really calls it that, because it was in the era of titling everything Super because, you know, Super Famicom/Nintendo Entertainment System).

The design cues they use to create a feeling of dread and fear in the Depths are basically one-to-one the same, just expanded on since the Switch has more capability to do so. Black is used heavily as a background color. On the NES, this was a limitation turned into a design feature; on the Switch, this is a very intentional decision. It's not just dark, it's pitch-black, and the drifting patches of fog and particles add to that feeling by showing you the vaguest dimensions of the open space yawning before you, but nothing else. The feeling of the darkness pressing in on you in a very visceral way is increased even further by the use of an extremely clever low-light shader that actually replicates how humans see in low light: we have far more rods, which detect contrast, than cones, which detect color, and our very low light vision is almost colorless as a result. Find a dark corner of the Depths and wander into it, and you'll see the saturation of your surroundings do the same. It's not even a simple desaturation filter, either! The contrast of the textures around you will actually increase as the overall light level drops. Certain colors will persist a little longer than others, which is true in human vision too. It's IMPRESSIVE. They very much did their homework to make the darkness feel like a physical presence.

The music is in the same vein as well. It's discordant, unsettling, and sparse enough that you can't readily pin down any sort of beat, with non-tonal flourishes like a jagged-sounding burst of bass. And it echoes forever. It feels like the Depths look: not necessarily malicious, but inhospitable, and incompatible with surface life. In the areas that do have recognizable music, it's somber and distant, and still very much discomforting.

Much like any of the early Metroid games (and many of the following ones), the scenery is largely organic, punctuated by constructions of mostly unknown function. You do of course have the benefit of some place names; this is a mine, that's a processing center of some kind, et cetera. But they still don't look like any kind of facility we might recognize without that prompt. Despite being mainly natural, though, it's designed after no nature we know, and once you shed some light on things, it's no less alien. Plants are blue and pink and gray, stone is yellow and white. The quality of the light is bioluminescent except for directly under activated lightroots. It could just as easily be an entire other planet down there. There's even a superheated area that you need specific armor to navigate, not unlike Norfair...and just like Norfair, if you're feeling adventurous and know what you're doing, you can entirely skip that armor and navigate without it.

This is all without getting into the obvious part where Link is alive because of an alien graft, from a dead race, which interfaces with their lost technology and gives him extraordinary abilities and upgrades. Samus has this same plot beat exactly, only hers is some kind of Chozo modification in her backstory rather than a limb replacement, and later in Metroid Fusion, a literal dose of metroid DNA that transfers some of their absorption abilities and cold weakness to her. Link and Samus could form the most strangely specific support group ever.

Also, the music that plays when you're being spoken to by a shrine is very, very much like any of the Metroid riffs (especially in Super Metroid) that play when you pick up items or load a save file. There's not as much to say there, because my ear is not good enough to try and compare the chord structure, but it's audible even without that so it's whatever.

Anyway yeah I've spent way too much time thinking about this, which is probably obvious lol. But I was REALLY excited when it suddenly clicked for me what the Depths reminded me of, and the more I compared TotK and the Metroid series, the more I realized they shared in design, and I'm a design nerd so now I'm making it everyone's problem. Hopefully it's interesting to others! And also if I missed anything you caught, or you've got a different take on it, don't be shy about adding to reblogs, I love discussing this stuff and I will absolutely not be upset if you saw something else instead. I think that's cool and I want to hear about it! There's so much going on with this game that there's no one right interpretation, especially for something like world design elements, and I love it to death for that.

#the legend of zelda: tears of the kingdom #loz totk #totk #loz #zelda #legend of zelda #tears of the kingdom

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lovemesomesurveys · 2 years

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Have you ever cheated at a card game?

I probably have as a kid. I’m not one to get all super competitive like I wanna play for fun and how the game is meant to be played.

Tell me what colors you’re wearing right now?

Blue.

Have you ever wandered around drunk with your friend?

Yeah to like Dennys or somewhere close to us to eat. A few pancakes, coffee, or late night Taco Bell run were the best.

Are you longing for the day that you’ll be an adult? (If you’re not already)

I’m almost 33 so I’ve been an adult for awhile, but I definitely wasn’t the kid who was in a rush to grow up and yeah I still don’t want it take it back. Let me be a kid again.

Have you ever felt like your heart actually stopped?

Yes.

Are you a fast runner?

Not anymore but there was a time in what feels like a lifetime ago that I was. I used to have great upper body strength.

What’s something you’ve vowed to never eat?

ive never vowed to not eat something but theres a lot of foods that i dont like haha<<< Same. And foods I have no interest in trying.

Are you good at holding back your laughter if needed?

Yes.

Do any of your friends shamelessly burp or fart in public?

—

When was the last time you had a good cry?

I could use that. I want time alone, but that’s hard to do when you’re in the hospital.

Has anyone ever told you they wanted to marry you?

No.

Have you ever had a “thumb war” with someone? Yeah.

Have you ever been so unfortunate to suffer from a hangover?

Yes. The worst was the one that made me over alcohol completely. It’s been like 10 years now, haven’t missed it at all. Not to say I never had a good time drinking, but honestly my main reason was cause that’s what my friends often liked to do and I chose to join in. I could have done without and been fine but I went along with it. That was on me. And like I said, we had fun. That’s the only time I drank, though, just socially.

If you need a job, will you take whatever you can get?

I guess it would depend on my situation. Ideally of course I wouldn’t want to just settle. I’d try to keep looking and figure out options.

Time goes by faster as you get older, don’t you find?

Yes.

Have you ever had a panic attack?

We’re well acquainted.

Are you deathly allergic to anything?

No.

Have you ever had a mouse in your house?

Gahhh, yes.

Do you know what you want for your dream house?

I just know I want a beach house.

Have you ever seen the movie the Notebook?

Nope.

If you download torrents, what torrent program do you use?

i dont download torrents anymore <<< Me either. It’s been several years now.

If you go to school, will this year be different?

I’ve been done with school since 2015.

Do you know anyone who DOESN’T have an ex?

Probably.

Are you able to count to ten in another language?

Yes, in Spanish.

Is there something you know you have to do, but haven’t done it yet?

I’ve put off too many things.

Is anyone you know really religious?

Yes.

Can you sing?

Nope.

Have you ever read “Gone With the Wind”?

No.

Are your eyebrows naturally thick?

Yes.

Have you ever attempted to cut your own hair?

I used to cut my bangs but that’s it.

Has speaking in front of people ever made you sick?

I always got the worst anxiety and dreaded every presentation. No matter how many times I did then throughout school it didn’t get easier.

Have you ever wanted to tell someone how you felt, but never did?

Oh, definitely. That was usually the case.

What was the last movie that made you teary-eyed?

I don’t recall at the moment.

Do you check your email daily?

Yes.

Have you ever breathed in helium?

No, I’ve always been to scared to try lol.

Do you try to be confident and positive about your future?

When was the last time you felt disappointed in yourself?

I’ve felt that way for a long time, but especially now. I had been so incredibly stupid and it cost me a lot.

Have you ever owned a garden?

No.

Who was the last person to text you?

My mom.

Have you had two friends that absolutely hated each other?

Yes.

Do you ever find yourself trying to be the referee amongst your friends?

Yes.

Has a laptop ever burned your legs?

Actually, yes. I’m paralyzed waist down so I don’t feel my legs and I’ve made some mistakes of placing things not knowing it was too hot. I have to be really conscious of that.

Do you know anyone who has a scar through their eyebrow?

My mom does.

Who was the last person to flip you off?

*shrug *

Are you doing anything the day after tomorrow?

Same as everyday.

Anyone’s birthday coming up soon?

Mine at the end of the month.

Would you ever wear fake eyelashes?

I have.

Do you make the effort to smile at people?

No :x

Are you good at following directions?

I think so?

Have you ever just screamed really loud in an attempt to feel better?

Tempting at times. I’m a writer, though. I need to vent and ramble and do so a lot better in the written form.

Are you in any way, still a child at heart?

Yes.

Quality triumphs over quantity, correct?

I think so.

Have you ever danced when there was no music playing?

Yeah.

Do you have someone that you can just act a fool with and not care?

Around my family.

From where you’re sitting, can you touch a wall?

No.

Have you received a text today that made you go “wtf”?

No.

When at a restaurant, do you put your napkin on your lap?

No.

Are you even feeling the least bit tired?

I’m quite tired, but what’s new?

Is there currently any caffeine or alcohol in your system?

I wish I had caffeine. I miss coffee so much.

Do you prefer electric or manual pencil sharpeners?

I don’t care.

Are your biceps at all noticeable?

I have no muscle tone anymore.

Have you ever seen a walrus?

Yeah, many times.

When it comes to dropping food, do you believe in the 10 second rule?

I don’t follow any second rule if it falls on the ground I’m done.

If given the opportunity, would you ride on a camel?

No.

Do you believe that cellphones actually do cause cancer?

It says that on a lot of things. You’ll see the sign about cancer causing chemicals at various places, too.

When people you know cry, does it make you feel like crying too?

Yes, I feel horrible. It hurts me to see others hurt.

Were you single last Valentine’s Day?

Yeah, and every Valentine’s Day.

Do you tend to jump to conclusions?

Unfortunately.

Are you good at remembering your friends’ birthdays?

Yeah.

Is there something you need to do, that you’re trying to avoid doing?

Yes, but I can’t. I’ll have to do it.

#personal #text #survey #surveys

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lilydoeswrite · 3 months

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THE MERCILESS SIREN | CHAPTER NINE

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summary: It is the 66th Hunger Games when Oceana Fontaine is reaped as tribute, and at just thirteen years old, the odds are certainly not in her favour. As much as it is seen as an honour for Oceana to represent her district in the games, it is also practically a death sentence. But Oceana knows she needs to go home and is determined to, no matter how low her chances are and with the help of her mentors, she might just do that. But if she is to win, she will have to learn where her biggest strengths start to turn into her biggest flaws and weigh her options carefully as she starts making choices that pushes her morality and the lengths she will go to for love.

tags: slow burn (finnick x oc), eventual violence, the usual stuff when it comes to the hunger games, weapons, not sure what else

I’m trying my best to hold back tears when the doors of the elevator close. I had gone into today convinced that I would get a good score but now I’m second guessing it, was I just an idiot that got too much praise? I’m doubting everything I’ve ever done in the past few days of training now and it’s getting harder to hold in my tears. Was hitting bullseye not enough? Was my performance at the Gauntlets not impressive enough? The more I think about it, the more frustrated I get and I can feel tears of frustration building up so I quickly wipe them away just as the elevator doors open on my district floor.

I’m welcomed back warmly by Stella, the victors and Gill. Surprisingly Valeria and Ophelia are also there, greeting me warmly. For the first time in a while, I have to force myself to crack a smile around them before I excuse myself to go to my room before bolting off immediately. I shut the door behind me and that’s when the tears start flowing. I don’t understand it. I had done my absolute best, and yet, it still wasn’t good enough. I bury my face in my pillow to muffle my sobs. If father was here right now, he’d probably give me some kind of pep talk and how there was no point in crying over something that’s already over or that I tried my best and that was all I could really do. So, I try to recall some of his pep talks but can’t seem to remember any.

Then, I think about my score. What are the possibilities of my score being a bad one? Is there even a chance that they’d be good? If I don’t get a good score what will happen to me? Surely it’d be hard for Finnick to find me sponsors and it’d be hard for the other Careers to form an ally with me knowing that I’m nothing but a failure and disappointment to my district.

I reach out for my bracelet which sits on my bedside table, holding it delicately between my fingers as I play with it. Any reminder of home would do me a great amount of good right now but the tears don’t stop flowing. I place the bracelet against my chest where I feel my heart beating as I lay on the silk sheets of the bed, curled up in misery. I try to let my mind wander off into its own imagination and memories but it’s instead filled with the endless possibilities of what might happen during the games and what my training score would be. I’m guessing I won’t get anything higher than a 6.

Suddenly, I hear a knock at the door. “Oce, it’s me, Finnick.”

“What do you want?” I groan. All the crying has made my voice sound like a frog, but that’s the least of my worries right now.

“I just want to talk,” He shouts from outside the door. I roll out of bed reluctantly and open the door to find Finnick standing outside. Concern is written all over his face as we look at each other. After a while, I let him into my room and shut the door behind me. Immediately, he brings me into a warm embrace. “Talk to me about it.”

I let out a sigh, “I’m scared.” To say that I am scared is an understatement.

“That your training score won’t be good?” He asks and I nod. “What makes you say that? You showed off your skills with the weapons, right?”

“Yes, but, the Gamemakers didn’t look impressed at all,” I shake my head as I pull out of the hug, “I even went on the Gauntlets and threw knives at the targets for goodness sake! I even hit bullseye! And yet they still seem unimpressed with it, laughing it off as if it’s nothing! And I’m just so sick of feeling that anything and everything I do is not enough, why is it never enough?” It’s at this point I start cracking and tears start to fall once again.

“This goes far beyond the training score, doesn’t it?” He says, taking a seat on the edge of my bed and motioning for me to sit next to him.

“Well, I mean that’s my main concern right now…”

“I’m sure you did great, Oce. You did your best and that’s all you can ever do. Besides, even if you were to get a low score, no one would really pay attention to it. They only matter if they’re very good, which I’m sure is what yours is,” he smiles, “Now answer my question.”

I’m unsure of what to say. I have a million thoughts and feelings in my head that it’s impossible to voice them all out. I say nothing as I try to figure out how to answer Finnick’s question and the more I think about it, the more I realise that he’s right. My feelings right now do go beyond my training score. “It’s just, this sounds so stupid,” I shake my head, “I just thought that I would manage to impress the Gamemakers but I’ve only proven to myself that anything I do will never be good enough.” I press my lips together and look over my shoulder to see a concerned Finnick who seems to be in deep thought, regardless, I continue speaking. “It’s just that, back home, it’s the same. Everything that I do is never enough and I’m so sick of it. I’m so sick of it, and I’m tired of constantly trying my best only to be told that it’s not good enough. And I hate how it makes me feel that I’m nothing but a failure. I’m tired of constantly feeling second and a disappointment in everything. Why can I never do anything good enough? And I’m so frustrated that Aurelia doesn’t even have to try to impress people and she’s the one that everyone picks. I hate how, as much as I try to loathe and resent her, I can’t help but love her. I’ve been second to her my whole life yet I know that I will love her until my breathing stops. It’s tiring being second to Aurelia and to constantly be in her shadow but at the same time, is there anything I’m good enough in to be worthy of that? And now, even as a tribute in the games, I’m still not doing enough, somehow I’ve managed to still be second.”

I only stop talking because I’ve realised that I’m about to cry again and a silence falls in between us.

“Don’t say that, sea-star,” Finnick sighs, I look at him, only to find sadness in his eyes. “You’re more than enough.”

“Only to you, I guess,” I shrug, “tell that to everyone else and they’d disagree, Finn. It’s no use.” I bite my bottom lip in an attempt to prevent myself from crying that I’m convinced that it will bleed. I can’t stop thinking of home and my score now. As much as I believe what Finnick said about scores, which I do, I can’t help but still worry.

The score, a number between one and twelve, one being disastrously bad and twelve being impossibly and unattainably high, is what signifies the promise of a tribute. Of course, it’s not a guarantee which tribute will win, some tributes have won with a score lower than five, it’s a mere indication of the potential a tribute showed in training and a starting place for the audience for what to expect and the betting which will continue throughout the games. Scores can both help and hurt a tribute. The higher the score, the easier it will be to obtain sponsorship for the tribute but in the actual arena, most of the time it is the high-scoring tributes that go down almost immediately due to the ever changing odds in the arena. What Finnick said was true, I knew that, sometimes tributes would purposely try to appear weak. But without sponsors, your odds of survival are low.

“Don’t say that, Oce, don’t say that,” Finnick is shaking his head, “it’s not true. I haven’t known you for very long but that is the furthest thing from the truth.”

“It’s nice that you think that way,” I can’t help but smile, it’s nice that thinks so highly of me. But then, I remember he hasn’t met Aurelia and his opinion will probably change as soon as he does, as they all do.

Finnick furrows his eyebrows as he reads my expression. “Is my word not enough?”

“What?” I ask.

“You don’t believe me do you?” He says, sounding a little hurt.

“No, of course I do,” I fidget my fingers. “It’s just that, well you haven’t met Aurelia yet, and your opinion will probably change the minute you do.”

“Well, I find that very hard to believe,” he chuckles.

I can’t help but curl my lips up into a grin. Even if it had been just a sentence or two, I can tell his words are genuine and it’s been a long time since I’ve heard anything like that. Suddenly, there is a knock at the door and Finnick stands up to open it to see Coral standing outside. I’m not sure if my eyes are still red and puffy but I smile at her and she heaves a sigh of relief, running up to me. “Are you okay?”

“I am now,” I nod, reassuring her.

“Oh, thank goodness. We were so worried,” She places a gentle hand on my shoulder. “I’m glad you’re okay now.”

By this time, Finnick is standing behind me, his tall figure shadowing over me. I know this because I can feel his hand on my waist. “Is it time for dinner?” I ask.

“Yeah, Stella told me to come get you two,” Coral says before looking at Finnick. “You went to talk to her?”

“Yeah,” he simply replies as we head out into the dining room as Coral shoots him a look I can’t quite make out but my questions disperse as soon as I’m greeted by the high spirits of the rest of District 4 who all greet me and ask me if I’m okay when I take a seat at my usual place. I assure them that I am now and that I was just scared of the score I would get and they all smile at me, telling me that I'd be just fine. Unexpectedly, Valeria and Ophelia are also present at the table and drown me with their kind words. Soon, the usual energetic chit chat is back and I look at Gill who gives me a questioning look. I give a small shake in response. Finnick is sharp to catch the interaction and gives me a stern look. It’s a statement– I’m telling you, you did great, believe me.

As they’re serving me the main course, the inevitable question on what we did at the training session pops up. Gill speaks up first. “Well, I showed my skills with the trident and the other weapons and threw around a couple of weights. Really not that much but they did seem rather impressed.”

My heart sinks at the last statement and immediately doubts start to cloud my mind again. All eyes are on me now and I’m unsure on how to answer. “Well, I mean, they didn’t seem impressed…I showed my skills in all the weapons and then went on the gauntlets. I thought it would be enough to impress them, I threw knives at the different targets as I went through it and finished it pretty fast. But other than that, that’s about it.”

“And they still didn’t seem impressed?” River asks. “That sounds pretty impressive to me.”

“My question exactly, but it doesn’t matter whether they seemed impressed or not,” Arno pipes in. “You did your absolute best, and that’s more than enough. Don’t worry about it. The same thing happened to Dover, I believe, and he still got a pretty decent score.”

I find myself smiling at his words. It was enough and there was still a chance that I got a high score. And although I get a few more questions from Clifford, Adrianna and Mags, I don’t mind answering them as they give me some form of reassurance. I soon realise I’m starving so I dig into the main course, cutting a piece of turkey and start eating as I listen to the conversations around the table.

After dinner, we go to the living room and wait for the scores to be announced. The wait is long and nerve wracking and I find myself getting jittery. Caesar Flickerman is the one doing the announcements and soon the program starts. He gives his usual introduction before announcing the scores. A picture of Alvise appears and then his score flashes. A nine. Then Briar’s picture appears and she’s received an eight. I know it’s nothing new for Career tributes to get scores in the eight to ten range but I’m still impressed by their scores. Chase gets a ten and Giselle manages to get a nine. The District 3 tributes come up and both of them manage a six. Now it’s time for District 4.

“Gill Wade.” Silence falls upon the room as Caesar takes a rather long pause. “Score of eleven.” Gasps of delight fill the room and Gill is grinning from ear to ear as he receives pats on the back from Dover and Arno.

“Oceana Fontaine.” There’s tension in the air once again and I find myself holding my breath in. “Score of ten.” I heave a sigh of relief as I receive congratulations from everyone and Stella is more than delighted.

“You were worried for nothing,” Finnick laughs as Coral gives me a hug.

Gill and I congratulate each other although now I’m not sure what it means for the both of us in the games. We’ve both done well but now what? I’m deep in thought but I get brought out of it when Stella pops a bottle of champagne to celebrate our high scores. I turn to Finnick who gives me a knowing smile. There’s a small celebration for a while and I try my best to be just as joyful as everyone else but I’m completely worn out from the stress of the day and all the crying. Still, I try to stay in the living room instead of escaping into my room as Valeria passes me a glass of soda which looks dangerously close to champagne. Everyone clinks their glasses together and I do the same with Adrianna and Valeria before I excuse myself and vanish into my room.

I’m exhausted in every way possible and burrow under the covers as I curl up into a ball. I drift off into sleep, finally relieved of my worries as the number ten echoes in my head.

At dawn, I’m on the balcony watching the sun come up. Finnick isn’t here to see the sunrise, and I wish he was because the sunrise has got to be one of the most beautiful ones I have ever seen. It’s a Sunday today. A day out with either Cordelia and Pearl or Aurelia back home. I wonder if Cordelia and Pearl are out snorkelling or in the Centre yet and if Aurelia is coping alright. I wonder if they had watched the score announcement last night and if they were proud of me for getting a ten. I wonder if Aurelia still heads to the Centre or the Cliffs without me, although it must feel incredibly lonely to do so. I think of Cordelia surfing without me. Of course, she’s more than capable of surfing on her own, but it’s a different level of joy when you’re surfing with someone else. We’re better as a pair.

I had been surfing on my own up until I was eleven which was when I met Cordelia. She had just moved to the Deep from the Rocks and we first ran into each other in school. I remember it as clear as day. It was a cold Monday morning where everyone was reluctant to go back to school after winter break, the air chilly as gusts of wind blew past us. I was sitting in the first period of the day– mentor– when Cordelia entered and was introduced to the rest of class. I was on the verge of falling asleep when she asked if she could sit next to me, which I gladly agreed to before we exchanged time tables with one another. A small pang of longing hits me as I crave for home more than ever.

I make my way to the dining room as Stella’s voice rings through the floor because there’s another big day ahead. Tomorrow night is when we will do our televised interviews and today will be when we get coached for it. When I arrive at the table there is a strange sense of secrecy amongst all the victors which seems rather odd but I figure it was just them discussing our separate strategies. I load my bowl with granola and take a couple of fruits before pouring a cup of orange juice. “What’s going on?”

“It’s better if Coral and Finnick talk to you about it later,” Clifford simply says before welcoming Gill to the table. “It’s another big day ahead.”

author's note: and chapter nine is out! i just finished writing chapter twelve so here is nine! thanks for reading all the way down here, i really appreciate it! if you like this, as always, consider commenting or reblogging, it'll mean a lot to me! constructive crticism is always welcomed!

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🔥 Dangerous Game 🔥

Chapter 7

Amaya POV

I open my eyes and immediately notice the dark room, I look around for any source of light that helps me understand what time it is.

I am lying on my stomach, I am on my bed and I am naked.

Completely naked.

I try to get up but something hard and cold is pressing on my back.

I turn my head to the other side and find Bucky in front of me.

He is sleeping, a relaxed expression adorns his beautiful face and his Vibranium arm is on my back.

His hand lies lazily on my butt.

He looks so relaxed, so sweet.

There is no trace of that hostile and suspicious frown that characterizes his person.

He seems at peace.

A wave of pleasure breaks between my thighs, I rub them against each other without finding the relief I so crave.

I would like to jump on him even though he is sleeping but I try to let my lust cool off just because he looks really tired.

His deep dark circles are proof of this.

I try to stretch my arm to reach the night stand next to me, with my fingertips I touch my smartphone so I try to grab it but unfortunately it escapes from my grip reaching the ground with a dry thud.

Bucky immediately jerks off with a sudden movement, sits up while his haunted gaze wanders vacantly across the room.

I sit up too but my movement triggers a violent reaction in him.

He turns his gaze, glassy and absent, towards me and his hand in Vibranium tightens around my throat.

I try not to panic and with a broken voice from lack of oxygen I whisper his name.

“James…please James.It's me, Amaya!”

He keeps looking at me as if he doesn't see me, his finger grip increases.

I put my hands around his wrist, I know I don't have the strength to push him away but the survival instinct pushes me to try.

“Please James let me go.It's okay, you're safe”

My eyes are filling with tears, I don't know how long I will resist before I pass out.

I know it's not his fault, it's his nightmares.

Those damned nightmares that sometimes affect me too when my subconscious decides that I have to relive some of my murders.

Crimes I committed in full conscience so I can't even imagine the extent of his pain or the intensity of his nightmares.

But he has to wake up.

Everything happens quickly, an idea crosses my mind and I immediately put it into action.

I bring my head back and using all the strength I can muster I give him a head on the nose.

I can feel his bone crash into my head and immediately afterwards his fingers let go of my neck.

I move away from him and in the heat of my movements I fall out of bed.

I am shaken by an uncontrollable cough, my chest rises and falls furiously.

With one hand I pull the blanket towards me to cover my naked body, I curl up near the wall, scared that he may not have woken up and that he may return to the attack.

But immediately after I hear him cursing, he puts his hands to his face trying to stop the bleeding.

I breathe a sigh of relief.

He's James again.

He's my James again.

“What the fuck is going on?Why the hell…”

But the question dies on his lips when he notices my figure on the floor.

My hands are at my throat and a few coughing spasms still shake my chest.

“Fuck!No no no!Fuck!"

Bucky exclaims, rising like a fury and throwing himself at my feet.

“Are you okay Amaya?Oh shit!I'm sorry, I'm really sorry!I...I..."

He seems to be panicking, he can't finish a sentence.

He is completely naked with a trickle of blood that, starting from his nose, dirties his chin and chest, kneels at my feet and begins to gesticulate with his hands as if he wants to touch me to help me but does not do it for fear of my reaction.

"James" I croak in a hoarse voice.

At the sound of my voice his eyes fill with remorse and disgust, disgust at what he has done.

Towards himself.

I can read the anger he feels in his own eyes.

I have to tell him something before his mind begins to navigate the stormy waters.

I clear my throat.

Fuck it hurts!So much!

I try again and in the end I speak.

“It's okay James.Nothing happened”

I look for his hands which he promptly pulls away.

"It's not your fault it was just a nightmare"

I approach him more decisively and use the blanket I was using to cover myself to wipe off his bloodstained face.

He remains motionless and he watches me as if I could disappear at any moment.

“I'm sorry about the low blow Barnes.I had no choice"

I try to apologize but he violently grabs my hand that is trying to clean up the mess that is his face, he pushes it away from his face and with a harsh voice he exclaims "Don't you dare excuse yourself, don't try!Don't try to make me feel better”

So saying he lets go of my hand as if it burned and getting up he goes angrily to the bathroom, slamming the door behind him.

Shit.

I get up sighing, my legs just shake.

The head is spinning a bit due to the short and recent lack of oxygen.

I stop for a moment and take a few more deep breaths, when the room seems to stop spinning I pick up my panties on the floor and grab an old t-shirt from above the chair.

I head for the bathroom door and without knocking I enter.

The bathroom seems empty at first glance but the sound of the water in the shower attracts my attention.

I don't think twice and throwing open the door to the shower box, I immerse myself under the jet of water, holding tight to Bucky's chest.

His arms hang lifeless along his body, his face turned right under the water.

"Fuck!" I exclaim in contact with the icy water.

But I don't move away, my arms are wrapped around his big and muscular torso, my fingers just brush against his back.

I rest my head on his chest where I can feel his heart beating furiously.

"Go away from here.You'll get sick"

His voice is a barely audible whisper.

I shake my head against his broad chest.

"No...I don't...I don't care" I stammer shaken by chills.

"It's not...it's not your fault" I reply.

I leave him a kiss on the chest, right above the bullet scar.

I stand up on tiptoe and kiss his jaw.

With trembling hands I grab his hand in Vibranium, the one that a little while before was holding my throat, and I bring it to my lips.

His astonished gaze falls on me.

I look at him with intensity, I want him to understand how sincere I am.

"It's not your fault" I repeat.

His free hand lifts up and closes the water.

Thanks God!

My soaked shirt makes my teeth chatter uncontrollably.

Our fingers intertwine and he drags me out of the shower, with extreme delicacy he frees me from my wet clothes and wraps me in my bathrobe.

He just wraps a towel around his hips.

He makes me sit on the edge of the large bathtub and after brushing my hair he starts drying it using the hairdryer.

I remain to observe him rapt all the time, the delicacy and sweetness of every gesture of him make me feel the butterflies in my stomach.

I look at him through the mirror positioned right in front of us but his gaze never meets mine, it stays fixed on my hair.

I sigh silently enjoying the heat that the hairdryer gives off and my muscles tense, with shock from what happened and from the cold water, they begin to relax.

I close my eyes to enjoy this moment.

Bucky continues to stroke my hair and once it is dry he brushes it again.

I lull myself into the sweet touch of him.

After a few minutes I open my eyes and find him staring at me.

But he's not staring at me, he's staring at the purple shadow around my neck.

That shadow that has the shape of his hand.

I get up quickly and turn to hug him.

I close my arms around his neck.

"It's not your fault.Please don't walk away from me” I whimper against the skin of his neck.

His hands close around my shoulders and push me away, so I can see his face.

“I'm sorry Amaya.It hadn't happened to me for a long time now.I think it happened because of the stress that took me away from sleep in the last week" admits Bucky, his gaze wandering around the room lingering in my eyes for only a few seconds.

He is embarrassed.

“You know I would never hurt you.Never!You know that, right?"

His question is fraught with desperation.

I approach his body again, holding on to him with all my strength.

“I know James.You don't need to tell me”

I lift my face and we look into each others eyes.

I lift a hand and stroke the tip of his nose.

"I'm sorry about your nose babe" I smile embarrassed.

"Nah...super soldier, remember?"

We both smile and finally, after what seems like an eternity, our lips touch again.

A sweet kiss.

Then the former Winter Soldier wraps his mighty arms around my waist and lifts me so that my feet no longer touch the ground and takes me back to my room, gently lying me on the bed.

He kisses the top of my head and goes to my closet where he pulls out some pants and a t-shirt, helps me get dressed and then grabs his boxers and pants and gets dressed too.

“I'm going now.See you soon,ok?"

I nod speechless at Bucky's voice.

I feel the panic making room in my heart.

He is about to open the door, he will leave soon and I need to know something.

I hear my voice whispering a pathetic “You're not leaving me, right?You...you still want me?"

He turns to me with a raised eyebrow.

He looks incredulous at my words.

He goes back and kneeling at my eye level, he grabs my face in his hands and kisses me again.

But this time it's not just a simple brushing of lips.

His mouth claims mine with possession, I feel his tongue push down almost to my throat.

He comes off too soon for my liking and he looks at me intently, flames of ardor shining in his eyes.

“Oh doll, you won't get rid of me that easily.And then the monster is me...you should run away from me” he whispers on my lips.

His words make my heart tighten, both our eyes are wet and sad.

"There is nothing wrong with you.You're not a monster.You are my beautiful and sweet man”

I hear my voice tremble as I speak.

“See you later doll”

His sweet breath tickles my face and makes me hungry, hungry for his body.

We kiss again.

"Now I have to go and talk to Natasha, I have some shortcomings to be forgiven" I sigh.

I'm really worried about how my friend will react to my apologies.

"Everything will be fine my little robin, do not worry"

I nod, blushing at the sound of that sweet nickname.

Bucky walks away but I grab him by the arm, he looks at my grip and then points his crystalline gaze into mine.

"Would you like to spend the night with me?" I ask him without shame.

A corner of his lips lifts giving life to a mischievous smile.

"You can count on it"

His answer is loaded with obscene promises.

One last quick kiss and James is already out of my room.

I sigh.

I get out of bed and after grabbing my phone I make my way to Nat's room.

God send me good.

As I walk towards her room, on the other side of the corridor, Steve and Tony appear.

I can't help it but my eyes fill with tears, I quicken my pace and throw myself into Tony's arms.

“Hey kid!Glad you are here.I hope you are back to stay"

"Yes Tony, I will stay.I'm certainly not done stressing you out” I reply laughing and breaking away from our embrace.

I feel Steve's eyes on me so I turn around and hug him too.

“I'm sorry I didn't pick up your calls” I whisper on his chest.

He pets my hair.

"Don't worry.Everything is fine.I'm glad you're back”

I squeeze him a little tighter and then let him go.

"Where is Natasha?" I ask, clearing my throat and running the back of my hand over my eyes.

I don't even remember the last time I shed so many tears, in fact I remember it...I was just a little girl and I had just lost the most important people in my life.

I shake my head to dismiss this thought.

Steve and Tony look at each other then turn in my direction.

"What's up?" I ask, then I realize.

"She's really pissed off, isn't she?"

Tony smiles sadly.

"Do you want to blame her?She is your best friend and you cut her off like it was nothing"

Ladies and gentleman this is Tony Stark.

Always straight to the point.

I look down, mortified.

"C'mon Tony!Don't be so hard on her!" Steve berates his friend.

I feel Steve's hand resting on my shoulder and I look up into his sweet baby blue eyes.

“Listen Amaya, Nat is angry that's true but she doesn't hate you.Go to her and talk to her, she is in our room right now.And if I can give you some advice, you trie to be 100% honest with her.She will appreciate it and she will forgive you faster.Trust me”

Steve's smile gives me the strength to face Nat.Tony winks at me and they both continue on their way.

I take a deep breath and head to the bedroom door Steve and Natasha share.

I knock and wait.

After a few seconds the door opens and my best friend's face is all I see.

Her beautiful green eyes so similar to mine are hard.

Shit, she's really mad.

"Can I...can I enter?"

She continues to stare at me without saying a word, crossing her arms across her chest.

I begin to feel uncomfortable, I look down on my hands that I am incessantly torturing at the moment.

The silence continues so I decide to go away.

“I…I just wanted to apologize.I'm sorry for how I behaved, I lost my mind.I just needed to be alone with my thoughts and…”

“ Should I hit Barnes?” my friend interrupts me.

My eyebrows are raised, the curiosity to understand her words is great.

"Why would you ever do that?" I reply trying to hold back the laughter.

“Because it's his fault that you want to leave”

“I'm not leaving Nat.And no, you don't have to hit Barnes.I already thought about it a little while ago”

Her crystalline laughter is music to my ears and so without being able to do without it I join her.

We look into each others eyes and a moment later we are embracing each other with all the strength we have in our bodies.

"I'm sorry" I whisper through tears.

“Don't think about it anymore Amaya.It's okay”

Nat breaks away from our embrace and grabs my hand and pulls me to her room.

“Come inside and tell me why you beat up Bucky.And don't leave out any detail”

I burst out laughing and follow her.

We both sit on the bed, facing each other with our legs crossed.

I spend the next hour talking about how I felt overwhelmed by what happened on my mission, what happened with James.

Natasha listens carefully without ever interrupting me, she lets me vent like only a true friend can.

Then I arrive at Bucky's nightmare and her eyes widen with fear.

Her gaze immediately rests on my neck.

"Fuck!"

It is the first word that has come out of her mouth since we sat on this bed.

"How are you?" she asks me worried.

"Good.I guess…”

Natasha watches me closely.

I feel compelled to justify James.

“It's not his fault, Nat”

“I know, I'm not saying that.But you have every right to be scared.You don't have to act as a super woman”

Her words make me smile.

"Don't worry Romanoff!I know how to get by, I have my tricks up my sleeve”

We smile at each other.

“Steve told me about his nightmares.As far as I know he hasn't had any in quite a while” Nat tells me after a few seconds.

"It's the same thing Bucky told me" I reply back.

"According to him it is due to the stress of everything he has been through in the last few days"

We remain silent for a while.

"Do you think I should let he go?" I ask embarrassed as I watch my fingers follow imaginary lines on the blanket.

"And why would you ever do that?"

“I don't know…it all seems so wrong…”

“Wrong for who Amaya?If you really care about each other, you just have to grit your teeth and wait for the worst to pass"

I smile at her shyly.

Maybe she is right.

Once he leaves Sharon things will get better, of course it won't be easy at first but over time everything will settle down.

Or at least I hope so.

"Ok, now stop whining" says my best friend throwing herself at me, we both fall on the bed and start laughing like two stupid.

“I missed you”

“I missed you too Snow and now that you're here you have to help me plan Steve's birthday.There is only a week left and I don't know what the hell to come up with”

More than a request, it's seems like an order.

"Don't worry, we'll invent something"

Bucky POV

It's been almost a week since my little robin and I met again.

I watch her as she picks up all of her clothes from my floor.

"Tell me again why you can't stay" I ask her as I sit comfortably on the bed leaning my back against the head of the bed, the blanket barely covering my hips.

Amaya smiles at me as she pulls on the pants.

“Because it's Steve's birthday and I promised Nat to help her.Plus I have been in your room for more than 2 hours and someone might be suspicious of our absence”

I laugh heartily at her logic.

"Point number one, the birthday is between like three hours and second thing there is almost no one in the tower" I answer, feeling strong in my words.

She approaches me, her hips sway sensually and my mind flies to a few minutes earlier when my body was immersed in her tender flesh.

I watch her sit astride my lap, her hands playing with my tags.

"You said well.Almost no one.Steve is around the tower and God only knows if he suddenly decides to show up in here..."

She kisses me softly.

“I can't keep lying to him doll.He is my best friend!”

Amaya quickly gets up from my lap, she seems almost pissed off by my words.

"What did I say wrong now, robin?" I ask, rolling my eyes.

“You make it too dramatic Barnes.You're also lying to other people momentarily, important people about this whole thing”

She talks without looking at me, her attention is all for the reflection in the mirror of her as she tries to fix her hair.

Now I'm the one bothered by her words.

"Why do you have to bring up the Sharon issue?"

"Why shouldn't I?"

I sigh and try to calm down.

"Amaya I don't feel like fighting, not today"

I walk over to her but she slips out of my grasp.

"She'll be here tonight, remember?"

I don't answer her, she knows very well that I know.

Of course I know.

“Amaya please don't be ridiculous.You won't believe I can leave her tonight!I'm not going to spoil my best friend's party on your whim”

The moment I say it, I regret it.

I bite my tongue cursing myself.

"A whim?" her voice comes out in a whisper.

"Doll is not what I meant..."

"No, I understand perfectly well" she interrupts me.

Her eyes blaze with anger.

She wears shoes with fast and violent movements.

“Have a good evening Sergeant.Have fun at the party with your girlfriend" she angrily spits out the last word and leaves slamming the door.

Shit.

Why am I a jerk?

Obviously I didn't mean what I said.

In the end, I too had thought about talking to Sharon...but only at the end of the evening of course.

But I understand her anger, seeing me all evening with Sharon will not be easy for her at all.

As it will not be for me.

The thought that I will have to spend the evening hugging and kissing Sharon makes my stomach close in a vise.

I grab my phone and type a message on WhatsApp for Amaya.

《You are my girlfriend my little robin ❤》

She visualizes it but she doesn't answer me.

Great.

I decide to take a shower and then I will go downstairs to help for the party.

Maybe I'll be able to sweeten her up a bit.

I enter the shower and wash quickly, not even half an hour ago I was in this same place but the circumstances were very different.

The room was filled with moans and her soft thighs were around my hips.

This last week has been fantastic, having her in my bed every night was a blessing.

And thank goodness I haven't had any more nightmares.

God!

I would never forgive myself if something happened to her.

I bang my head against the shower tiles.

"Fuck!"

She has blind faith in me, she trusts the monster that lives in me, and how do I repay her?

Making her go away in a rage.

Good job Buck.

A really good job.

I get out of the shower and get dressed hastily, grabbing the first clothes I find and head quickly into the lounge where the party will be held.

Amaya and Natasha are already here inflating what appear to be a hundred balloons.

"Hey ladies" I exclaim.

Amaya doesn't even deign to look at me while Natasha looks at me smugly.

"Finally the idiot has arrived"

I roll my eyes.

Obviously Amaya confided in her best friend and obviously now she has mad at me too.

I avoid commenting on her how she called me and offer my help.

"What can I do to help you?"

Natasha seems to want to chase me away but her gaze hesitates, she needs help too much so with a nod from her head she points to the large tables piled up all in a corner.

“Could you set up the tables for the buffet?I would like them all against that wall” she asks me all focused on tying a balloon knot.

Amaya continues to ignore me as if I don't exist.

"At your orders ma'am" I exclaim and get to work.

After a few minutes Sam enters with a troubling amount of dishes in his hand.

"Where do I support these?" he exclaims out of breath.

"Just put them on the tables Barnes is setting up" Amaya replies.

Sam steps aside and kisses her hair.

She smiles at him, but her smile doesn't reach her eyes.

Sam notices too.

He looks at me, then looks at Amaya and turning to Natasha asks "What did the idiot do this time?"

I am dumbfounded when I understand that he is referring to me.

The former Black Widow shrugs.

"He did the idiot" sighs what I thought was a friend of mine.

Sam walks over to me, placing the rickety stack of plates on the table.

"Dude why you gotta piss her off like that" Sam tells me.

I look at him with my mouth open, incredulous at everything that is happening.

I look around bewildered and even a little angry.

"Do you know what?This is enough.You are angry with me without giving me a chance to explain.You first Amaya”

I turn to her, her eyes as green as emerald staring into mine.

"I'm going, I promised Sharon I'd go to pick her up at the airport"

I watch Amaya's hurt gaze return to focus on the balloons in front of her.

I leave but as soon as I reach the door her sarcastic voice rings out all over the room.

"Enjoy your girl Barnes.Do you even have time for a good fuck with her before the party"

"Great idea Snow.Thanks for the tip" I answer her turning my back and walking away.

I am standing with my back to the car while I wait for Sharon to arrive, she texted me a few minutes ago telling me that she had just recovered her luggage and to wait for her outside.

So here I am with my arms crossed looking at the sky trying to regain some self-control.

I'm trying too hard not to ditch her here and run to Amaya.

I would reach her and in front of everyone I would kiss her devouring her lips.

I'd kiss her until we are out of breath and then take her to my room to fuck her until she begs me to stop.

The airport doors open for the hundredth time in the last 10 minutes but this time it is Sharon who crosses them.

She walks up to me at a brisk pace with a big smile on her lips.

She is so happy to see me that I feel like a worm towards her.

She lets go of her suitcase and throws her arms around my neck.

“I missed you so much darling” she tells me and right after she kisses me.

Her tongue enters my mouth and I feel like I'm dying.

It's really weird how my mind works.

When I sleeping with Amaya I feel no remorse but the fact that I am now kissing the one who in the eyes of all is my girlfriend makes me feel like I am cheating on my beautiful robin.

Sharon breaks away from me and I try to smile at her as naturally as I can.

I open the car's door for her and invite her to get in, then I sit on the driver's side and start the engine.

"Let's go.There is just one hour before the party begins and we still have to prepare ourselves" I tell her as I enter in the traffic of New York.

Arrived at the Avengers Tower we head to my room.

"You can take a shower if you want" I say distractedly as I put her suitcase on my bed.

The same bed where until a few hours ago I huddled with another woman.

I try to swallow the bile that comes up from my stomach.

"Will you join me Sergeant Barnes?"

I squeeze my eyes tight and turn to her.

I smile slyly trying to be convincing.

"Babe we're late but I promise you I'll be all yours after the party"

Her eyes light up and with a firm step she heads to the bathroom.

“Give me twenty minutes at the most and I'm ready” Sharon tells me.

"Ok, in the meantime I get ready"

She closes in the bathroom and I hold my head in my hands.

What the hell did I get into?

How the fuck do I get out of this mess now?

I dress calmly, I wear a pair of black trousers and a shirt also black, the sleeves rolled up my arms.

I put on my shoes and straighten my hair in front of the mirror.

While I'm finishing Sharon comes out of the bathroom.

She is completely naked.

I swallow totally uncomfortable, uncomfortable that she mistakes for desire.

She approaches her suitcase slowly and sensually pulls out only a tiny pair of silk panties and an emerald green cocktail dress, all in silk except for the part of her back.That's lace.

Her silky wheat-blonde hair sways gently with her every move.

Inside, I pray for this to be over soon.

She smile at me in an endearing manner as she dresses up.

She comes up to me and gives me a light kiss.

She runs her thumb on the corner of my lips, giggling.

“Wait I left you a lipstick stain” she tells me.

I smile at her and handing her my arm, which she gladly accepted, we head to the party.

I would feel more relaxed if I headed to the gallows right now.

As soon as we enter the large hall we are invaded by a great shouting, laughter and voices chasing each other.

It's a really nice atmosphere, everything is decked out in shades of gold and black.

I look for Steve in the crowd to congratulate him, Sharon pulls my hand and when I look at her she exclaims above the music “I saw Steve over there, let's go”

I follow her letting me pull myself into the crowd.

My goodness!

There will be at least a hundred people in here.

Now I too can see Steve in the crowd, he is talking to two red-haired women.

And I already know exactly who they are.

Natasha wears a gorgeous short red one shoulder dress, flamboyant like her hair that falls over her shoulders in soft waves.

At her feet, dizzying gold-colored sandals, tied to her ankle by a ribbon studded with many small Swarovski crystals.

A beaming smile decorates her face, she seems satisfied with the success of the party.

Next to her a beautiful Amaya.

Her wonderful body is wrapped in a blue dress that leaves little room for imagination.

Her V-neck goes down almost to her navel, her bare back.

The dress is covered with many small sequins that shine with every movement of her.

Her legs on display made more sexy and slender by a blue sandal with a vertiginous heel.

Her silky red hair is pulled back into a soft braid that falls over her shoulder and rests delicately on her breast.

The bruise on her neck is barely visible, I think a generous dose of foundation is the reason for it.

She is the image of perfection.

"Happy birthday Rogers" Sharon exclaims hugging Steve.Steve returns her hug.

Amaya and I stare at each other for a few moments.

Then she looks away and I feel as if the earth has been lifted from under my feet.

Now Sharon is addressing her.

"Amaya you are breathtakingly beautiful tonight"

For once I find myself agreeing with Sharon.

Amaya is really gorgeous tonight and I've already seen too many heads turning towards her.

Too much male attention.

My hands are itchy with the urge to hit some dandy but I hold back.

“Thanks but I'll never be you” Amaya replies after looking into my eyes.

Sharon thanks her embarrassed unaware of the true meaning of those words.

Amaya apologizes and walks away reaching Sam, he wraps his arm around her shoulders and whispers something in her ear.

She laughs at him and he kisses her forehead.

I feel dying because I wish I could be the reason for her smiles, I would like to be able to hug and kiss her freely.

The evening goes well, I can spend some time with all my friends.

Even though Amaya does nothing but ignore me and avoid me.

I approach the bar counter, Sharon is chatting with some colleagues from Washington and I take the opportunity to have a drink.

I see Steve chatting with Tony and Barton, he smiles at me when he notices my gaze on him.

I smile back.

I approach the counter and notice that Sam and Nat are chatting.

I sit on a free stool and have a beer served.

At the sound of my voice they both turn to me.

"Hey Buck, are you okay?" Sam asks me.

I ignore him and sip my beer.

"C'mon man, are you serious?"

“Oh now are you my friends?How does this work?First you support her and now you take pity on me?" I ask sarcastically.

“Don't be a drama queen Barnes.You've been an asshole before but that doesn't mean that we love you and care about you” Natasha's voice is a whisper, she's making sure no one understands what we're talking about.

I sight.

“I honestly don't know what to do.That is, I know what to do but I don't know how to deal with the inevitable consequences” I admit full of fear.

“I've only been afraid of a few things in my life and this is definitely the scariest” I admit.

Sam pats me on the back.

"Whatever happens, we are on your side"

His words seem truly sincere to me.Nat next to him nods.

"Thanks my friend.So could you do me a favor?" I ask Sam.

"Sure man!Whatever you want”

“Keep your hands off Amaya”

Nat and Sam burst out laughing, I join them and feel more serene.

I observe the crowd of people, many are laughing among themselves others are eating.

I move my gaze to the part of the room that has been used as a dance floor.

In the center of it Amaya is dancing with Steve.

I watch her laugh, her beautiful eyes shining with pure joy.

I would sell my own soul to see she always smile like that.

Someone touches my arm, I turn around and see Sharon talking to me.

"Sorry I was distracted, you said?" I ask her, hoping that she has not noticed who my full attention was directed to.

She looks at me and then at the dance floor, my heart beats furiously in my chest.

"Let's dance?" she asks me.

An idea springs to mind.

"Of course!Let's go”

So saying I grab her hand and drag her with me.

We let's start dancing.

Her arms wrap around my neck, my hands are resting on her hips.

We move to the rhythm.

My gaze continues to fall on the couple in front of my eyes, Amaya does everything to avoid my gaze but every time our eyes meet I can feel the electricity flowing between us.

The music slows down until the song ends.

The same idea as before comes back strongly in my mind and letting myself be carried away by a moment of madness I approach Steve.

But my own friend is helping me, unknowingly, with my plan.

"Would you give me your lady for a dance" Steve asks to Sharon.

She looks at me and I smile gently at her.

"Sure" Sharon replies accepting his hand that my friend offers her.

They start dancing on the note of Ellie Goulding's song, Still Falling For You.

Amaya and I look at each other for a moment, she starts to turn away but I grab her wrist.

"Dance with me" I just whisper.

I see the uncertainty in her eyes.

"Please" I insist softly.

She nods.

She puts one hand on my shoulder while the other intertwines with mine over my chest, my hand in Vibranium is right above the curve of her beautiful ass.

We begin to dance.

My gaze is fixed on her.

I feel waves of sadness coming from her, they hit me with the violence of a thousand tornadoes.

“We didn't do anything Amaya.I could never cheat on you”

She gasps at my words.

"You are my girl my beautiful robin"

Her face slowly lifts up until our eyes are chained.

"Why do you call me like that?"

I smile.

“If you don't like it, I can stop”

“No, don't.I like it.So much”

We remain eye to eye, it is as if the world around us had disappeared.

As if we were suspended in infinity, just the two of us.

"Did I already tell you how absolutely gorgeous you are in that dress?"

She blushes and smiles at me biting her lower lip.

"Why do I feel like I've known you all my life?" Amaya asks me with a sigh.

I laugh.

I laugh because I ask myself the same question from the first moment I saw her in that pub.

"Why are you laughing, I'm serious!"

“I'm not laughing at you doll.I laugh because it's the same thing I've been wondering since the first time I saw you.You know after that night I tried not to think about you, I really tried.But you were always there Amaya, hidden among my memories and every now and then you came out making me lose sleep at night.By questioning everything that I believed was right.Questioning my life”

“It was the same for me James.I tried to convince myself that you were just a one night stand.I threw myself into work cutting everything out just not to think about you.But I seem to have realized that I have failed miserably.Absurd, right?"

“In my opinion it's not absurd.It is a special thing.Special like you” I tell her, holding her closer to my body.

She stiffens.

“James…not here.It is full of people.She is two steps away from us"

Her worried eyes fill with tears.

I move away imperceptibly from her body.

"Sorry, you're right"

The last notes of the song are lost in the air, I know it's time to let her go but I can't.

“I have to go James.Please”

Before I let her go I want her to know.

"Tonight..."

She cuts me off immediately, looking away from me.

"I do not want to know.Please”

I overwhelm her with my voice, this time she has to listen to me.

“Nothing will happen tonight!One way or another all of this will end"

She sighs and points her gaze, pure absinthe, again into my eyes.

"James, I want you to know that when I took this job I didn't do it to get to you.I really just wanted to change my life.Everything else came by itself.You know this, don't you?"

I nod to her and she keeps talking.

"Whatever happens...I know it's absurd but I want to tell you...I...I believe..."

"What do you believe robin?Tell me..."

My heart beats at an unbearable pace, it is as if it should explode at any moment.

We look at each other for a few more moments and she seems about to tell me those words that I know will change our relationship forever.

And I feel like I want to hear those words from her.

But then Natasha approaches us and the moment dissipates like a cloud of smoke blown away by the wind.

"Hey Snow will you help me with the cake?"

"Of course.Let's go”

Amaya slips out of my arms.

I watch the two redheads move away from me.

Shaken by the intensity of my thoughts, I approach my best friend who is still chatting with Sharon.

I pat Steve on the shoulder and we smile.

"Nice party buddy, huh?" I ask him.

He smiles and turns his gaze towards the door from where Natasha and Amaya are returning with a huge cake in their hands.

“Yeah.Nat and Amaya did a great job.They're fantastic” he saying.

After smiling at me, he walks away towards the table where his huge birthday cake makes a fine show.

Steve hugs her girlfriend and kisses her, a kiss so full of love that it hurts.

A kiss exchanged with a naturalness that I envy.

Amaya moves a few steps and now she finds herself in front of me, a few steps away from me.

"Are you ok babe?" Sharon next to me looks uncertain, confused.

I turn to look at her.

"Sharon I..."

I am interrupted by hundreds of applause, I turn my attention back to Steve and I see that he is blowing amused on a disproportionate amount of candles.

What the hell did I think of?

Was I really going to tell her here?

Now?

Risking to ruin the party that Natasha spit blood for?

Ruining my best friend's birthday?

"James?Everything is fine?What were you going to tell me?" Sharon's voice rouses me from my inner torments.

"Nothing, it's nothing.It's ok.Don’t worry"

I returning to look straight in front of me.

The party is nearing the end, now all the guests have left and Tony and Pepper after saying goodbye to everyone have taken their private jet to fly to Miami where Stark's fiancèe will have a business meeting early tomorrow morning.

“Tomorrow I will be absent all day but as soon as I return we have to get back to working on the case of the stolen Vibranium.Fury seems to have new information” Tony informs us before leaving.

Now it's just us sitting in a circle chatting.

Me, Sharon and Steve are sitting on the same sofa.

In front of us, on a two-seater sofa, there are Natasha and Sam while Amaya is sitting on the armrest.

Sam's arm rests on her legs and she casually plays with his hair.

They laugh and tease each other with a confidence that makes my blood boil in my veins.

I know that they are friends and that I can blindly trust both of them but I am still angry, angry because I would like to be there instead of Sam.

“I'm going to get more glasses.I'll be right back” Steve exclaims as he is about to get up from the couch but Amaya cuts him off right away.

“You sit party man!I'll go”

She smiles sweetly at him.

"But you have already done so much"

"I do not accept complaints Captain Rogers" she replies laughing and walking away from us.

Meanwhile Sharon's phone rings.

"Who is it at this time?" I ask pretending curiosity.

She grabs the phone from her bag and looks at the screen.

"Washington.I have to answer.Excuse me” she gets up and leaves the room.

As soon as Sharon disappears behind the doors, I get up too and, inventing an excuse, I head towards the kitchen where I know I will find my doll.

Sam and Natasha give me fiery looks, I know they're just telling me to be careful.

Not to bullshit.

As soon as I enter the kitchen I find Amaya from behind, trying to grab some glasses that are a little too high for her.

"Shit!" she exclaims.

I chuckle at her curse and she turns to me.

"What are you doing here?Go back there, don't be stupid”

I approach her completely ignoring her words.

I move closer until she finds herself with her back against the kitchen counter.

I imprison her body with my arms, placing my hands on the shelf behind her and lowering my face to her level.

"James someone might come" she stammers, her voice contains a thousand emotions.

Fear, pain, passion.

The same emotions I feel right now.

"I don't care" I reply continuing my descent towards her lips.

“But…”

“I said I. DON'T. CARE” I hiss on her lips.

And then I kiss her.

A kiss full of tension, a kiss that contains the stress of these last hours.

Her small and delicate hands close behind my neck while my hands immediately go to caress her back left naked by her sinful dress.

My lips descend on her neck testing her soft and perfumed skin.

“You are beautiful robin.You are beautiful and all mine" I murmur between kisses.

A small moan comes from her lips and her hands pull my hair.

I'm about to go up to her lips when the kitchen door opens and a sob catches our attention.

Right behind us is Sharon, with the hands to her mouth and an expression of pure pain on her face.

Amaya pushes me away, in her eyes I can see the most absolute panic.

I turn my whole body towards Sharon, positioning myself right in front of Amaya as if to protect her.

"Sharon let me explain" I whisper to her with my hands raised in front of me as a sign of peace.

Sharon's pain turns to anger.

A storm is about to hit the lives of everyone in this room.

This time I'm screwed.

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