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luveline · 7 months

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hiiii jade!!!! could i please request something with peter with reader who’s maybe put on some weight recently and is insecure about it?? (totally not self indulgent at all) i totally get it if you’re not comfortable writing that stuff though so no pressure

hi lovely! ty for requesting. fem, 1k

cw for negative weight talk/ weight gain

Everybody gains weight during the holidays, you think, tracing your figure in the mirror. Though it's not strictly holiday season yet, it's edging toward the end of the year. Maybe my new year's resolution should be losing a few pounds.

There's a thunk of the bedroom window being yanked open and footsteps across the floor. You tense until your hear Peter panting for breath, likely having swung to you at high speed, or fresh from a fight with an usurped criminal.

You rush back into your t-shirt, knowing exactly what path he'll walk. He barrels into the bathroom, sees you at the mirror and smiles so wide his cheeks look fit to burst. "Hey," he says, peeling the suit off and exposing his boxers to you without shame, "hey hey hey. Can I persuade you in with me?" He nods toward the shower.

"Not this time, Pete."

"Too bad," he laments.

You look away as he strips out of his underwear. The shower turns on and he takes you by the hips to move you out of his way with a murmured apology, near lost to the drum of the spray. Peter has moments where he doesn't know his own strength, but the majority of the time he treats you like you're something precious.

"Stay in here!" he demands as he pulls the curtain shut.

"I'm not going anywhere." You close the toilet and sit on the lid. "Tough day protecting the people?"

"Apart from tripping into a deceptively large pothole, it was fine. Why won't you come in here with me? I wanna rub your shoulders."

"You want me to wash your hair."

"Exactly. So get naked and get in here. Don't make me beg."

You really don't want to, and you're not going to, but it's not a big problem. Peter doesn't truly mind, he just loves you. "What do you mean, deceptively big? Like, knee height? Higher?"

"Mid thigh, I'd say. The people of New York are never gonna let me live it down. One guy was recording me and said he was gonna put it on YouTube for the ad money."

"Anything else?"

He gives you the rundown, describing what perps he faced and an older man he helped use an ATM machine. You hum distractedly, pinching at the fat where it spreads on your thigh, sitting down as you are.

He sticks his face through the curtain gap, hair slicked to his cheeks. "What're you doing?"

"You told me to stay, so I'm staying."

He's nervous for a split second, glancing back into the shower as though there's an answer there waiting for him before angling himself toward you fully, his naked chest dripping and shining in the bathroom light. "Okay, fine, we need to talk about something. But I want you to know that you forced my hand here. Okay?"

"Okay." You nibble the inside of your lip, used to his theatrics. "What have I done?"

"It's not something you've done. It's something you are. I can't even say it. I," —he pulls the curtain in front of his face, moves it aside again– "just need to tell you. Lately it's like you don't even realise how beautiful you are and I'm tired of it. You're radiant. Like, glowing."

Your recent internal debate must show on your face, that doubt, because he gives you a steadying smile. "Really, really beautiful," he says more seriously.

It's easy to smile at him. "Thank you, Pete." You scoop his suit off of the floor. "I'll go scrub the tetanus out of this in the kitchen sink."

"Wait–"

He can't just get out with suds in his hair, giving you the perfect escape plan. You have ten minutes to yourself filling the sink with soapy water and steeping the fabric before he's out of the bedroom in pyjamas, trousers tucked into his socks and hair damp from ferocious towel scrubbing. "You're such a– such a– thing," he decides. "I'm telling you you're beautiful and you walk off so you don't have to hear it? What's wrong with you?" His voice slips into a kinder register. "You do know you're pretty, right? I'm not just saying it to say it."

"I'm just feeling icky," you confide.

"About what?"

You want to tell him, you find. "You know how I've gained weight?"

He doesn't need any more explanation. Peter knows you've gained weight, you've mentioned it to him, and it's visual, and he can likely tell whenever he decides to flex his strength. "What, and you think that makes you less pretty?" He puts a damp hand behind your neck to bring you forward. "Seriously?"

"Yeah, a little."

He kisses you. His nose bumps your nose, his lips crushed to your as he holds you in place. Despite this, it isn't an overly rough connection. It's definitely not shy. "You're beautiful," he says in the space between your lips.

"It doesn't suit me–"

"It does. It really fucking suits you. Have you seen yourself? You couldn't look better."

"Even when I was thinner?"

"You look just as perfect then as you did now." His intensity fades and he encourages you back enough to see your face, his thumb rubbing a short line into your neck. His brows are furrowed, dark eyes darker for it. "Weight isn't a factor."

"No, but you have to say that."

"I don't. Not really. I'm sure there are a thousand shitty guys who'd tell you something different, but I'm not– I love you, the whole you. I like you like this." He grins. "Which should be obvious."

You tsk at him, to his delight, his laughter boyish as he buries his face in your neck with a hug, kissing a messy circle up and into the soft line of your jaw. You trap him there without thinking, chin hooked down, squirming as he blows hot air into your skin.

"I've been putting it on too," he says. "It's happy weight."

"It's not happy weight for you, Pete, it's just more muscle."

"It makes you happy, doesn't it?" he jokes, smiling and kissing and hugging you all at once. "Just like it does on you for me."

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cherrywrecked · 4 months

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teach me — j. wonyoung x m. sakura

synopsis: sakura finds innocent!wonyoung watching porn, mirroring the porn star's actions.

warnings: stepcest. guided masturbation. wonyoung calling sakura ‘unnie’. kkura praising wony. fingering. slight choking. pillow humping. innocent!virgin!wonyoung. micromanipulation?

cross posted on ao3.

sakura never would have thought she'd come home to her stepsister watching porn, in their living room floor, with a pillow in between her legs, desperately trying to replicate what she was watching. wonyoung, this poor girl, she doesn't even know what she's doing. but sakura kind of expected that already. wonyoung had always been the good, innocent one. the one mommy and daddy raised with undivided attention. a straight A student, never been clubbing, never went to parties, hell, the girl only has what, four or five friends, even, so it definitely is a shock to see her doing... this.

“hng, why doesn't it feel good... no...” sakura hears the girl whining before changing the video with the remote. wonyoung doesn't even notice sakura standing just by the doorway, she just tried humping her pillow again. she looked so desperate and about to cry—it was funny. the older couldn't help but laugh at how frustrated the girl was. “it doesn't feel good because you're doing it wrong.” wonyoung yelped in shock, body jumping just slightly off her pillow when she heard her sister's voice. “u-unnie! you're home? why? i mean–! why are you home so early, yup! that's what i mean.” wonyoung was obviously panicking while trying to find where her shorts went. sakura just laughed as she dropped her bag on the couch.

“wonyoung-ah, relax.” sakura sighed as she crouched down, facing wony's blushing cheeks. “why are you doing this, mhm? did someone ask you to do this?” sakura asked with a soft voice, holding wony's hand. wonyoung shook her head as she bit her lower lip before answering; “it's just... i don't know! all my friends have been talking about how good this would feel and i don't know... so i asked yujin about it and she laughed at me for not knowing!” sakura coos at wony's frustrated words, a small smile forming her lips. “that's why you wanted to try it out on your own, is that it?” wonyoung nodded slowly.

“alright, look at me.” sakura brings a hand to cup the girl's cheek, making the younger look at her. “it does feel good, unnie's tried it before.” sakura started her other hand caressing wonyoung's leg. “really, unnie? why can't i do it? can you teach me, unnie? please?” the younger girl's words made sakura laugh internally. god, was she that desperate? she didn't even have to manipulate wonyoung into anything, wonyoung wanted her to teach her. “of course, baby. but we have to keep it a secret, do you understand?” wonyoung nodded excitedly before sakura pulled away. “okay, baby. take your top off for me.”

“eh? why do i have to? most the other girls in those videos have their shirt on.” wony tilts her head as she settles herself once again atop of her pillow, innocent eyes looking up to meet sakura's. “trust me on this, princess. i know better than those girls, mhm?” sakura took one bed pillow from their couch, which she assumed was brought by the younger as well and straddled on it, facing wonyoung. she then took her top off, completely leaving her half naked as she straddled on the pillow, just like her younger stepsister. “alright, wony. first you have to play with your boobs, like this.” sakura cupper her tits and started fondling them. wonyoung, as meekly as as could, started doing the same. wonyoung kept her eyes on her older sister's hand, watching every move her fingers do, so it was so easy for wonyoung to do the same when sakura slipped her nipples in between two fingers, pinching on it gently. this made wonyoung squirm—fuck, she's so sensitive. sakura noticed how wonyoung was biting back her moans. “wonyoung-ah, it doesn't feel good because you're not feeling yourself... let yourself go and just moan! it feels so much better doing this without having to worry about anything.” sakura said, one hand now cupping wony's cheek.

wonyoung could only look at sakura's eyes, she doesn't know what to do. being this close to her sister made her feel hot... naughty, even. she started to move her hips slowly against the pillow. parting her lips, she breathes out softly, “k-kkura unnie...” she whimpered and sakura couldn't help but to drag her hand down from her cheeks to wonyoung's neck, gripping on it briefly before replacing wonyoung's hands over the younger's tits with her own. “good girl, wony. you're already getting a hang of it.” sakura teasingly whispered against the younger's lips, letting her tiers brush against wonyoung's before pulling away.

the sudden loss of sakura's hand from her tits made her whine, but before she could even complain, sakura was quick to tell her the next step. “alright, now that you're... doing that, try using your palm too.” confused, wony tilts her head. “like this?” she repositions herself, now straddled slightly above her palm too. wonyoung could feel how warm her pussy is... she's never felt this before, she doesn't want to stop. not even waiting for sakura's reply, wonyoung just went ahead and started humping both her pillow and palm. the feeling of the fabric against her clothed cunt and the pressure her palm was giving her was enough to make wonyoung moan, lips parted as strings of soft moans and words to call out for sakura escaped past them. sakura could only watch in awe through her eyes full of lust. sakura too, could feel herself get wet just by watching her sister touch herself.

“u-unnie, i want more, please.” wonyoung says as she looks at sakura with her innocent, doe eyes. how can sakura say no to that? sakura gave wonyoung a smile and got up from her position from before, removing wony's hand from her cunt. no words were exchanged between the stepsisters, but sakura took the liberty to slip her hands under wonyoung's pair of panties, making the younger gasp out with the sudden touch of sakura's soft palm against the softness of her bare, wet cunt. “mhm, you sure were enjoying that, weren't you?” sakura teases making wonyoung blush even more and look away. sakura hated that, she uses her free hand to force wonyoung to face her. “watch me. watch this.” sakura didn't waste any more time and went ahead to moving her palm in circular motions against wonyoung's pussy. wonyoung, on the other hand, had her brows furrowed as she moans out for her sister. sakura places her free hand over wonyoung's waist, as if telling the younger to move her hips against her palm.

wonyoung, like the obedient girl that she is, moves her hips along with the movements of sakura's palm against her. it was driving her insane, but even more so when sakura took one of her nipples into her mouth and started kissing the sensitive bud. wonyoung pushes her chest more against sakura's mouth, as one hand supported her lower body while the other firmly gripping on sakura's shoulder. “u-unnie! that... that feels so good, a-ah! more, please...” wonyoung says in between moans. the younger lifts herself up and removes her panties, now completely naked for her sister. sakura liked how eager she was. as a reward, sakura sucked on a patch of skin just above wonyoung's right nipple, marking wonyoung as hers. this made the girl wince in pain, but that was soon brushed off as she lowered herself back against sakura's hand. however, when sakura's middle finger slipped right inside wonyoung's hole, the younger almost jumped in pain and shock. sakura was in shock too, but was faster to recover and started wooing the younger. she knew wonyoung was innocent, but she never actually thought the girl was a virgin? wonyoung hasn't even tried to touch herself. not once?

“you're okay, baby. unnie's here, wonyoung-ah, sshh.” wonyoung sniffled back her tears, wanting to be her unnie's good girl. “it's okay, princess, it'll feel better, mhm?” wonyoung could only nod at her sister. to make the younger feel better, sakura used her other hand to ease wonyoung's clit, rubbing on it in slow circles. “you're so naughty, wonyoung-ah. look at how hard your clit is for your older sister.” wonyoung squirms under sakura's touches and soon enough, she was moving her hips on her own. wonyoung couldn't even think at this point. she felt so tight around sakura's fingers and it felt so good inside her. even more so when sakura started to curl her finger inside as wonyoung practically fucked herself in it. the older can't help but to start touching herself too. using her free hand, sakura started to rub herself to her sister's moans.

“a-ah! f-f-fuck... finger... so good... unnie...” wonyoung couldn't even form a proper sentence, for god's sake. pain, lust, embarrassment for being this desperate for her sister's touch—she was feeling everything all at once and it was driving her to the edge. wonyoung clenches her cunt and tightens her walls around sakura's lone finger making sakura groan. “s-something's coming, unnie... stop, please! feels weird!” but just as wonyoung stopped moving her body, it was sakura's queue to make the girl cum. pushing wonyoung down to the floor, sakura straddle's the younger's frame. sakura sat just above wonyoung's thighs, her finger never left wonyoung's hole. the older started to hump wonyoung's thigh the same time she slipped another finger inside wonyoung, which made wonyoung wince in pain and tried to push her hand away. but sakura was stronger than the girl. “take it, wonyoung. you're unnie's good girl. take it.” sakura's words were endearing but her tone was firm. it didn't give wonyoung a lot of choice but to just accept what's she's given.

wonyoung started to feel a knot forming her stomach and her pussy getting more sensitive with every thrust of sakura's fingers. her moans are getting louder and needier. “cum for me, angel. cum for unnie.” and true enough wonyoung was squirming violently under sakura as she came hard around the older's fingers, coating the digits with white cream, which sakura absolutely loved. the older helped wony ride her high and as wony's breath stabilize, sakura pulled her digits out and sucked them clean with her mouth. wonyoung was eyeing her the whole time and wanted to have a taste, so wonyoung pulled her sister down and kissed her sloppily—she didn't know how, but she loved the taste of her innocence in sakura's mouth.

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ddarker-dreams · 1 year

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“Can I squish your cheeks Scara. Please.”

The room goes so silent, you swear you could hear a pin drop.

He looks at you like you’re a ghost. Or someone with three heads. Maybe a ghost with three heads. Eyebrows raised, mouth agape, head tilted. Sheepishness threatens to overcome you, yet you stay strong. Getting the request out in the first place was the hard part, you internally reason. Dealing with the subsequent fallout shouldn’t be too bad in comparison.

... Hopefully.

“Why?” he doesn’t seem upset, or any negative emotion that’d spell trouble for you, just genuinely curious. If not a touch taken aback.

“I don’t know, why do I ever do anything?”

“If I was capable of answering that question, I’d be wiser than Sumeru’s puny excuse of a god,” Scaramouche returns, his words sharp but his tone dull. He sighs far heavier than he needs to at your expectant staring. “Let me guess. If I don’t indulge this foolish whim of yours, you’ll sit over there and sulk for the remainder of the day.”

Can the king of sulking when he doesn’t get what he wants from you really be complaining about you doing the same? Probably, but that doesn’t make it any less ironic in your eyes. You wisely choose to keep this observation to yourself.

“I can neither confirm nor deny this allegation.”

Scaramouche rolls his eyes at your petulance. “... Very well, you insufferable creature. Be quick about it before I change my mind.”

He doesn’t need to tell you twice.

You stride over, victorious, fingers at the ready. He crosses his arms over his chest and glances to the side. His lithe frame is noticeably taut. He’s moved his lips over to one side, which causes his cheek to jut out. The temptation to go for a pinch instead is strong and takes a moment to push down.

“What are you waiting for?” He snaps, his voice too thin to hold any real weight.

Your fingers press against his rapidly flushing face. It could be your overactive imagination, but you swear you feel the slightest tingle of electricity in doing so. Without further ado, you give him a gentle squeeze. Once. Twice. Then thrice.

His skin is so soft.

“Okay, enough of that,” he swats your hands away with a scowl. You’re about to complain when he mirrors your previous action, squeezing the skin of your cheeks outward with a tenderness that belies his menacing expression.

“What?” He chuckles, rightfully knowing you’ll have a difficult time responding in this state. “You didn’t think I’d want something out of this? How naïve. Now it’s my turn. I’ll think about being gentle if you make a cute enough face.”

#anon you understand me fr #yandere scaramouche x reader #scaramouche x reader #genshin impact x reader #yandere genshin impact x reader #yandere #yandere x reader #scaramouche brainrot #interactions #my stuff #answered #Anonymous

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shadowlali · 8 months

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Lali!!!!😫

I have something playing in my brain, and you nailed that Ale fic so you'd do this justice honestly.

Hear me out right, neighbor!Alejandro x chubby f!reader.

We'll forget Ale has a ranch somewhere and give him a place in Las Almas closer to the base, reader is new in town and behold she lives next door to the hot serious looking dude she peeped.

Reader is in her mid 20's, Ale is mid 30's so they're both thinking they should just stay in their own lanes for obvious reasons * only to themselves* so they don't interact very much but the absolute pining 👀

Especially seeing as some of their windows line up so they get to observe each other on the down low, not even in a perv way until that does happen one day.

I just need them fighting for their lives to devils tango and date because they've been skirting around each other for a damn minute.

rain

COD - Alejandro Vargas x chubby fem!reader

[18+] wc:~2.9k masterlist

warnings: NSFW, age gap (f!reader in her mid 20s and alejandro is in his mid 30s), voyeurism (kinda), cuddling for warmth (hehe), oral (f! receiving), unprotected sex, some proofreading a/n: for some reason i wrote this as if Las Almas is by the beach, i have no idea if it is... lol. much love to all of you, thank you for reading and interacting with me 🤍🤍🤍

You like Las Almas, it's alive, friendly, and right on the coast. It wasn’t always like this, while getting to know your new neighbors you learned of the threats faced before. The town was finally rid of cartel violence with the vigorous efforts of Los Vaqueros. You see in the faces of the people how much they respect and love Los Vaqueros whenever they're brought up in conversation.

You've also developed a respect for them, especially Coronel Alejandro Vargas. He not only took it upon himself to protect Las Almas, but has also provided funding to community projects. After buying your new house, you found out that the Coronel lives right next door. He hasn’t been home in a while, the other neighbors informing you Alejandro often patrols the outskirts of town on a weekly basis.

It's during the end of your usual morning walk that you notice a black Jeep parked in the Coronel’s driveway. The trunk is open and you see a tall, broad shouldered man walk towards the Jeep. You stop, taken aback by the muscles rippling across his tanned arms and the way the sun glows on his skin.

Images of him gripping your thick thighs flash in your mind. You try to shake those thoughts out of your head, Coronel Alejandro Vargas is your neighbor and older than you, with a demanding job and responsibilities. There is absolutely no way anything can happen between the two of you. You start walking again, pushing your thoughts aside and doing the neighborly thing of introducing yourself.

Alejandro hears soft footsteps approaching and turns to look. His breath catches in his throat as he takes in your bright smile. He tries to calm the blood roaring in his ears as he notices your young face, realizing you're most likely in your mid 20s, too young for him.

“Good morning, Coronel!”

“Buenos días, nena. What can I help you with?”

“I just wanted to introduce myself. I’m your new neighbor.”

He takes a rough breath, glancing over at your house. He assumed that the house had been bought by a family with the nicely cut grass, clean porch, and open windows that mirrored his own. Alejandro internally groans, cementing in his mind to stay as far away from you as possible.

“Ah, I didn’t realize the house was sold. No need for formalities, nena, Alejandro is fine.”

You smiled at his words, ”Okay, neighbor.”

He gives your body a lightning quick once-over before answering again, ”Welcome to the neighborhood, if you ever need anything, just ask.”

You say your goodbyes and walk into your house, feeling dejected that you’ll never know what his arms feel like. And it continues, you do your early morning walks at the same time he leaves for base. You wave at each other but never speak more than a few words.

It's difficult, you aren’t sure why he's constant in your mind. His face is always fixed like a statue, serious and chiseled. But the moment someone speaks to him, Alejandro’s face breaks into a smile. You try to tell yourself it's nothing more than a silly crush, God knows the last time you looked at another man romantically.

All while this plays in your head, you have no idea of the thoughts running through Alejandro’s mind. He's angry, mainly at himself, for being so caught up in the life of his sweet, no – young – next door neighbor. He has to remind himself of the 15 year or so age difference and all of his baggage, so much baggage.

Alejandro notices how quickly you've adjusted to life in Las Almas, how the people took to you and how comfortable they are around you. Even from far away he's noticed how kind and welcoming and pretty you are. He tries not to stare when you walk past in the morning, your shorts or skirts doing nothing to hide soft curves, plush skin, fantasizing how they would mold to his body very nicely – no. Alejandro can’t have those thoughts.

So you both stay away, slowly failing to control the internal battle. You feel a little guilty at times, watching Alejandro in his house through the open windows. At night, he sits in his living room, his face scrunched in concentration while he goes over what you assume are reports and maps of the town. You try not to be so obvious, your heart fluttering at experiencing something so domestic and intimate.

For only a moment, you imagine being in his home and gently massaging his shoulders to help him relax after a long day of work. Alejandro usually doesn’t keep his curtains open, but he tells himself it's just a way for natural light to come in. Deep down he knows that isn’t the only reason.

On the nights he comes home early from base, Alejandro sees you sitting in your living room, a book in one hand and tea in the other. Other nights you have friends over, the perfect little host cooking or dancing, always with a smile on your face. He craves more, wanting to read to you with your head in his lap or cook you dinner on the nights you're both home early.

You're getting ready for bed one night before you remember to close the open windows. The lights in your house are off, only the moonlight shining through, so you decide against your robe and walked over to the windows in a silk nightie. Alejandro sits at his window seat, nursing a nightcap as he goes over his tasks for the next day.

You don’t notice him, more focused on moving the curtains and stretching up to shut the clasps in the window. He turns just as you stand on your tiptoes, watching your nightie ride up and reveal the matching panties. Alejandro sits frozen, feeling a flash of heat in his lower stomach. He's confused, not sure if he should inform you that he can see you or continue staring like a voyeur. It happens fast, you finish closing everything up and walk back to your room, completely unaware of Alejandro.

Alejandro’s greetings the next few days are a bit tense, he takes one look at you and lifts his hand for a quick hello before driving off. You aren’t quite sure why there is a change in his demeanor, but chalk it up to him being busy at work or possibly the coming storm. The wind and rain begin to pick up in the afternoon, your power eventually going out. You are a little nervous, a new home and no power, but you decide to call it an early night.

As it nears nighttime, the rain begins to fall like rocks against your roof. It's too difficult to fall asleep with the noise, so you light some candles in your living room and decide to finish one of your books. The house becomes cold and your many blankets don’t help much. You're surprised to hear knocking at your door, wondering who could be out in this weather. As you open the door, Alejandro stands there looking worried, his hair damp from a shower and the rain slowly wetting his jacket.

“¿Estás bien? ¿Se te fue la luz?” [Are you okay? Did your power go out?]

“Oh, hi! Yes, my power went out but I’m okay.”

Alejandro doesn’t look convinced. “I would’ve come earlier but the road from base was blocked by a fallen tree. Are you sure you’re fine?”

It's difficult to respond after that. Alejandro was worried about you? He wanted to come see you? You don’t even think about your next words.

“¿Quieres pasar, Alejandro?” [Do you want to come in, Alejandro?]

No words are spoken in the next few moments, your breathing becoming stuttered as you stare into his eyes.

“Sí.”

You open the door wider, the hallway suddenly feeling much smaller than it actually is. He walks in, his body heat warming you up instantly. It's difficult to ignore the way Alejandro smells as he walks past, like fresh rain and soap. You grab a few towels for him and come back to see him taking off his jacket, the black long sleeve he wears doing nothing to hide his broad shoulders. He thanks you for the towels, his fingers brushing yours as he grabs them. You try to hide the shiver that runs through your spine, knowing it isn’t from the cold.

“Is the power out at your house too?” you ask.

“I haven’t checked. I wanted to come here first, since you're alone.”

“Thanks again, Alejandro. If anything I’m a little cold but I’ll just grab a few more blankets. I don’t want to keep you long. I’m sure you're tired from being at work all day.”

You're trying to do the appropriate thing, send Alejandro on his way before you do something incredibly stupid. The fog in Alejandro’s mind finally clears as he notices the goosebumps on your arms and the chill in the house. He turns to look at the cocoon of blankets on your couch.

“Do you want me to stay? I could help keep you warm for a bit.”

Your eyes widen slightly, not sure if you heard Alejandro correctly.

“Eh, olvídalo. Mejor me voy –” Alejandro’s voice is hurried, an embarrassed expression blooming on his face. [Forget it. I’ll leave.]

“No, it’s – yes, please stay.”

He stills before nodding, placing his jacket on a nearby chair and kicking off his boots. You try to not look too excited as you walk towards the couch, moving the blankets to make room for the both of you. Alejandro sits next to you, placing his arm on the back of the couch. You leave some room between the two of you before you feel his hand on your upper arm. Alejandro becomes aware of his pounding heart as you lean your head on his shoulder.

Your soft voice vibrates on his shoulder as you ask, “how was work?”

“Uh, fine. We planned some new patrols before the rain started. Then I made sure the soldiers went to check on their families after we managed to move the tree.”

“That was nice of you. Do you have any family in town, Alejandro?”

He likes this. He likes how comfortable you are with him, how interested you are about his life, how right the moment feels.

“My parents and siblings live outside of town, closer to the mountains. I’m the only one who lives in town.”

You turn your head slightly to look up at him, your body warm and lax. Alejandro’s fingers, whether he actually knows what he was doing, run light circles up and down your arm.

“Do you get lonely being the only one here?”

“Not really, Los Vaqueros became my second family. Especially my second-in-command, Rudy. I visit my family often at their ranch. Do you get lonely, nena?”

The noise from the wind and rain fade away, the both of you concentrated on the warmth of your bodies and the sound of each other's voices. Alejandro brings his head close to yours, his lips ghosting a path across your forehead.

“No, I’ve made a lot of close friends while I’ve been here.”

Alejandro hums, bringing his other hand to lift your chin. His soft lips press gently to yours, tingles shooting across your lips. His thumb strokes your cheek before he wraps his hand around the back of your neck. You open your mouth slightly, tracing his bottom lip with your tongue. Alejandro immediately gives you entrance, his tongue strong against your own.

You place your hands on his chest, loving how he tastes like mint toothpaste, but still uniquely him. His hand tilts your head to place wet kisses on your neck. Alejandro moves the blankets to the side, angling your body towards the middle of the couch. He presses kisses on your chest covered by your thin cami before moving to kneel in front of you.

“¿Esto está bien?” [Is this okay?]

You nod, no longer feeling cold. Alejandro pulls your pajama pants and panties down while you lift up your hips to help him. He starts with soft kisses on your thighs before using his big hands to spread them open. Alejandro swipes his tongue from your entrance to clit, groaning as the sweet flavor hits his tongue.

It's an unbelievable sight, such a tall and impressive man on his knees, eating like he's hungry. Your hands move to run through the short black curls on his head, back arching when Alejandro slips a finger in your slick opening. He begins a sucking motion on your swollen clit, adding a second finger to his slow thrusts.

Alejandro switches, moving his thumb to stroke your swollen button then pressing his long tongue into your wet heat. He enjoys the small whimpers that leave your mouth and the sting at his scalp where you pull his hair. Your thighs wrap around his head as his fingers speed up and the sucking became intense. Alejandro grips your thick thigh with his free hand, loving how uncontrolled you become.

He can’t resist biting your soft inner thighs or licking hard strokes all around your wet pussy. His fingers curl into you and his teeth lightly nip your swollen clit. You gasp, your stomach clenching as an orgasm rips through you. Alejandro’s motions don’t cease, his groans vibrating against you. You become limp from pleasure, loosening your thighs around his head.

Alejandro stands at full height, unbuckling his belt and slipping off his jeans. The rest of his clothes soon follow, the candle light bathing his hard body in warm shadows. Alejandro grips his length, giving it a few pumps, the tip flushed red and slightly leaking. He moves your legs sideways, having you lie down fully on the big couch as he climbs on. Alejandro pushes one of your knees to stretch you open and run the tip of his cock up and down your seam.

“Please, Alejandro.”

His stare becomes heavy as he plunges in, a loud moan escaping his mouth. Alejandro grabs your hips, loving how soft and thick you feel in his hands. He slides one hand up to drag down the thin strap of your cami and pinch your nipples. Alejandro’s eyes feast on your body, roaming from the place where you two are joined to the soft jiggle of your tits and up to the uninhibited look on your face.

He switches the movement of his thrusts, sliding out with only the tip inside before bottoming out completely. Each push of his hips hits that special spot inside of you that makes you see stars and dig your nails into his lower back.

“Tan mojada y preciosa.” [So wet and lovely.]

The slick sounds and your moans fill the living room, the rain long forgotten. Alejandro places one hand by your head and the other stretches your knee even further, giving him ample leverage to plunge in and out. His forehead presses down on your own before you tilt your head up to place clumsy kisses on his lips and chin.

“Oh, oh, oh! I’m clo – so close, Alejandro!”

“Shhhh, I know, nena. Let go, please.”

You feel Alejandro everywhere. Alejandro, Alejandro, Alejandro is constantly repeating in your mind before you begin to chant it out loud. It's too much but at the same time you know you’d cry real tears if he stopped.

The small circles your hips make to match his thrusts turn sloppy as you feel pressure clawing at your core. Your eyes roll back into your head, Alejandro moving to swallow your screams with his lips. Your head becomes empty as you feel delicious heat spread throughout your body. Alejandro moves his mouth to your ear, telling you how perfectly you took him and how pretty you looked.

“Mi nena, tan preciosa.” [My girl, so lovely.]

His voice becomes husky and his grip on your body becomes tighter. You drag your nails lightly up and down his back as you move to kiss him. You suck his tongue into your mouth, wanting to show your thanks. Alejandro feels intoxicated, only focused on your mouth and chasing his orgasm from your slick heat.

You press kisses on his lips, whispering against his mouth how good he feels and how much you want him to finish inside of you. Alejandro’s thrusts are rough, he can't believe how wonderful tight you are. He pulses inside of you, filling you up with his come. He hides his face in your neck, his whines sounding sweet in your ear.

Your lower bodies are sweaty and slick as he continues to pump his hips, not wanting the moment to end. At last he stops, falling on top of you. You drag your fingers through his hair, down his back, and up his shoulders. Alejandro is stretched comfortably on top of you, bathing you in his warmth and masculine scent. He reminisces on his thoughts from before, your soft curves do mold nicely to him. Alejandro can't help himself and he once again takes your mouth in a wet kiss.

He moves his head back, staring down with half lidded eyes, ”Are you still cold?”

You giggle, “No.”

"I probably should've bought you dinner first, right?"

You smile up at him, "you can always make it up to me."

#alejandro vargas x reader #alejandro vargas x female reader #alejandro vargas smut #cod x reader #cod mw2 x female reader #alejandro vargas #cod mw2 smut #shadowlali #alejandro vargas x chubby f!reader

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moody-bloosh · 7 months

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Reincarnated as the Male Lead's Tragic Love Interest Prior to the Events of the Game

Summary:

Title explains it all. Alternatively, an overworked employee, also known as you, gets isekaied into their favorite dating sim. Unfortunately, your favorite character isn't acting as he should.

Pairings: Neuvillette/ Reader (Gender Neutral)

Warnings: Minor Character Death, Yandere

This situation is as familiar to you as the back of your hand. It is unsurprising. After all, before your untimely demise, you were working on a manhwa with a similar premise to this. When you awaken in the opulent room, dressed in finery that you would ordinarily never be able to afford, you already know what has happened. Now the only question was, what kind of story had you been transmigrated into?

You rise on shaky legs and make your way to the mirror to the other side of the bed you had awakened in. The short walk had winded you already. It seems you were not the picture of health you hoped to be. Well, you weren’t exactly a paragon of healthy living in your old life. Nevertheless, as you approach the mirror and you take in your appearance, you find that you are still yourself. This relieves you somewhat but at the same time, it did not seem to answer any questions you held. You still had no idea what sort of story you had found yourself in. As you ponder over the possibilities, recalling the different summaries of manhwas and webnovels you read in your life you hear the door open. You turn to the sound.

In walks a man with such an ethereal, seemingly unearthly beauty. You know him very well - one of the characters you had adored so much in your past life as a weary, overworked typesetter. This is the Chief Justice Neuvillette, a man who held enormous political power within the realm of this fantasy world that you had been reborn in. Just his presence already answered some of the questions in your mind.

You had been reborn into Teyvat, the setting for an extremely popular dating sim. You recall fond memories of yourself playing the game late into the night after a tough day at work. Neuvillette had been one of the romanceable love interests that the game had to offer. His route had been a delight to play through and you considered him as your favorite character. You internally thanked all the deities that you could think of as he rushed towards you and wrapped you in a tender embrace. You swore you could feel his tears soak into your hair.

This reaction of his could only mean one thing.

In the game, there was no rival for the player character to steal Neuvillette from. This was because according to the game’s setting, Neuvillette had just lost his beloved betrothed. It would have been up to the player character to help him heal from his grief as he allowed himself to fall in love once more. Neuvillette loved his betrothed dearly and with the way he was reacting to you, the way he was holding you then that probably meant you were his betrothed, right?

When he’s done embracing you, he cups your face in his hand. He holds you gently, lovingly.

“It’s really you,” he breathes, the beginnings of tears prick at the corner of his eyes.

He wouldn’t have known what to do if that really was the end of you. He had already been consumed by his thoughts of what he would do. The undeath that he would have to endure if you really had passed. You looked so close to death, ashen and trembling.

But you were looking better now and to Neuvillette that was nothing short of a miracle. He would not question it anymore. Still, he kept a careful watch over you. It was all for your good, he rationalized. You were not permitted to leave the manor without his permission. And for the poor overworked you, in your past life, that was a-okay.

Nevertheless, there was still something disquieting about the way he regarded you. There was something dark and unknowable about him, as deep and as fathomless as the ocean. When he looked at you, you didn’t feel like just his lover.

Neuvillette looked at you as if you were his only reason for living and he would take very good care of you. He would make sure that you were very well-taken care of in this life.

“Love, I’d like your leave to go out to town today,” you told him one fine afternoon, “the maids told me there was a lovely new pâtisserie that opened up recently. I’d like to see it for myself.”

Neuvillette had put aside his work, as he always did when he met with you. Anything he was dealing with at the moment paled in importance to you. He closes the gap between the two of you quickly as he rounds upon you, “could they not simply fetch the pastry for you, love?”

“They could but I suppose, I just wanted to see it for myself. It’s been a while since I’ve ventured outside the estate.”

“We walked around the gardens recently, has that not been satisfactory?”

“No!” You say a bit too quickly, not wanting to hurt his feelings and based on the knit of his brows, you were getting close. “I love walking with you! I love spending time with you. I simply want to be allowed to experience things for myself. I - I’ve missed out on much due to my illness and I would like to make up for lost time.”

You take his hands in yours to try and assuage his fears. You do not know that this will not do you any good. You explained yourself well, you assured him. Surely, he would be reasonable!

“I see…” Neuvillette murmurs and a small smile blooms on his face as he considers you, as he cups your face in his hands. “Of course, you can go. I would not begrudge you anything, my beloved.”

You were enjoying your little day off, accompanied by your maid, you visited the pâtisserie and gorged yourself on all manners of wonderful and delectable treats. You were beginning to feel more and more at ease in this strange new world. Perhaps this was heaven, your reward for enduring all that you did in your first life.

You should have known better.

You and your maid had been headed home. It was supposed to be nothing more than the conclusion to a wonderful day spent. Instead, it had turned into nothing short of a horror movie. As you rounded the corner, so close to getting back to the estate, you felt yourself being grabbed by someone.

Their touch was violent, so unlike your gentle betrothed. You try to fight and you do your best to fight but your attempts to struggle are silenced when you watch one of the ruffians take their knife and slide it cleanly across your maid’s throat.

Your maid, she had been the one who cared for you since you arrived. She’d been the one to suggest this whole escapade… and now… Her eyes are blown out in fear, fear for you, fear for herself. Her body splays out against the cobbled path, her blood painting stone.

And you are frozen. The scent of her blood hits you with the weight of your own impending mortality. It reminds you of that night that had started it all. When you scented your own blood, felt it waft through your nostrils.

You should have known better.

You are being carted off. The ruffians are chiding each other, then they’re consoling each other over their accident, it would just mean they could up their ransom for you… An accident? Her death was nothing more than an accident to them?

You can feel yourself go away, hide within yourself as they cart you away but they don’t manage to get far.

You are without comprehension for a little while, all that replays in your head was the memory of your own death, before you were carted off to this place. But then you begin to register the scent of more blood, can feel the warmth of it seep into your clothes and crust against your skin.

Then.

His touch.

So familiar, so warm.

His voice.

So sad but not just sad, worried, relieved too. He sounded just like that when you first met.

Then you see him.

Neuvillette.

There is blood on him. Did he take care of the ruffians? You don’t really care because all you know is that you must get to him.

Oh, he must have been so worried. He must have been so worried he would lose you again. But he got there in time to save you. What a relief. You push away the thoughts of your own suspicion, chalk it up to nothing more than some sort of trauma response.

You cling onto him just as he hugs you back, in that familiar embrace. This time, he holds you like he’s keeping you from falling apart.

He always knew what to do.

Forgive me .

He thinks as he holds you. You were trembling. His poor beloved. That piece of scum’s blood was still warm and it stained the two of you but he tried to pay it no heed as he continued to comfort you.

His only regret was that you had been so frightened but soon, you would understand that this was all for your own good. So that you would see just how dangerous it was for you to leave whenever you pleased. As Chief Justice, he had plenty of enemies after all. Now you would learn that only he could protect you, only he would be capable of keeping you safe and maybe this would lessen your desire to leave the estate. It could just be the two of you.

It was by his own weakness that he had to resort to these measures. Because, if anything happened to you at all… He would surely lose himself.

He feels the first flecks of the rain as a downpour begins to fall over the two of you. It washes away the blood and everything else.

If he were to lose you, he would drown the world in his grief, that he knew very well.

#neuvillette x reader #genshin impact #yandere neuvillette #play

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pablitogavii · 1 year

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Can you do one where it's Gavi's birthday and his friends organize a party for him that includes a stripper, and he gets drunk and is constantly looking at her. When the party is finally over and they get home, he notices that the reader is pissed at him for his behavior, so he apologizes and tries to show her that she is the one for him??

Little changed up but I hope you like it ;)

Silent Treatment

You were at the club with the rest of the wags and your boyfriends who were currently by the bar sipping on their drinks probably talking about the upcoming games...it was always about football with them.

"Heads up! She is desperately asking for attention." Sira said and you noticed the short latina girl with quite an open cleavage constantly walking around the bar where the boys were sitting.

Throughout the night you could tell it was Pablo that she wanted attention from but just wasn't getting it. When he danced with you to one of your favorite songs, she saw you grinding against him while he whispered things in your ear which enraged her so much that she shoved you 'accidentally' as you were headed to the bathroom.

You fixed your lipstick smirking proudly at yourself in the mirror proud to show that girl that he was all yours but when you came out what you saw in front of you changed your mood completely.

Pablo was standing by the bar laughing with her..what the fuck were they talking about!?

You approached them and she gave you a cocky smirk while Pablo's arms wrapped around your waist as he pulled you to his side.

"What's so funny?" you say coldly and Pablo could immediately sense that something was wrong with you but he wondered what happened since you were fine only minutes ago.

"She is a Barça fan and was telling me a funny story from the stands when it was raining during last game" Pablo said but you knew better than him in that moment..all she needed was something to start the conversation..something to catch his attention!

"I'm feeling a bit nauseous and it's very stuffy in here.." you say and Pablo quickly turned you around and held your face to check up on you much to the girls distaste as she rolled her eyes so he can't see it.

"Should we head home ,amor?" he said and you saw the girl starting to panic immediately barging into the conversation she was never meant to be apart of.

"Live music is starting shortly..at least stay to hear it. It's going to be so lit!!" she said and Pablo smiled nodding his head this time making you want to roll your eyes. Did he want to stay here with her!?

You tried to walk away but he grabbed your wrist pulling you back while raising his bushy eyebrows in confusion.

"I'll be outside!" you said pulling away from him which was something you never did and he knew that something was much more serious than he initially thought.

"Excuse us!" he said to the girl leaving after you while she took some short internally cursing you for existing surely.

"Amor! What's going on? Are you alright?" he caught up to you searching cab numbers on your phone really done with this party all together.

"I'm fine! I'll call the cab to take me home, and you can stay to listen to live music with her!" you spat and he smirked finally realizing what was going on..his girl was being jealous.

"You're so cute, princesa..." Pablo said which in that moment only angered you more as you started to call the cab but he grabbed your phone hanging up before anybody answered.

"Give me my phone back Gavi! Give it back!" you tried to fight and get your phone from him but it was useless as he was much stronger than you and you both knew that.

"Uf! You must be really mad if you are calling me Gavi princesa.." he said still with a smirk on his face which made you absolutely furious that he was mocking you right now!

"I wanna go home!" you said and he nodded still keeping your phone before taking out his car keys and you sighed.

"Then we will go home, amor.." he said and you nodded following behind him as he opened your door like always but you were too angry to appreciate him being a gentleman staying completely silent for the rest of the car ride.

Pablo tried to put his hand to the inside of your thigh like usually but you removed it earning a frustrated groan from him next to you.

"You're acting silly princesa..I didn't do anything!" he said but you were keeping silent pretending to look through the window not able to face him without wanting to kiss his handsome face.

You knew deep down he was right, he was being polite unable to see what she wanted all along but it still annoyed you that he wanted to stay! Like why didn't he just tell her to fuck off!? Ugh!!

When you arrived home, he kept trying to talk to you but you kept the silent treatment going enjoying the way he reacted to it. You went to the bathroom taking off your makeup before turning on the shower which made his head appear at the door with a big smirk..oh if he thinks he is getting some tonight, he is damn wrong!

"Can I join you, nena??" he asked and you just shook your head not saying another word and he just groaned leaving back to the bedroom to wait for you.

You on purpose wore Pablo's favorite red silky pajama set before applying some lotion that would also drive him crazy and then returning back to the bedroom where he was already in bed shirtless waiting for you.

You wanted to show him what he had at home while torturing him a little for teasing you about your jealousy..it was exciting to see his reaction!

You laid down sticking your bum up on purpose and Pablo couldn't stop staring at it..it looked as juicy as ever and with that red set on his boxers immediately became tight.

He just wanted this stupid silent treatment to end so he can claim what's rightfully his!

His hand found it's way to your ass but you pulled away making him groan in frustration again slowly losing his patience.

"Amor..can we please end this stupid silent treatment!? I don't fucking care about some random bar girl when I have the very best girl at home! Please, stop pulling away from me nena!" Pablo said and you were smiling internally at his words being the ones you wanted to hear all along.

You still kept your silence tho wondering what he might do next?

"If you won't talk to me when I ask, then I guess I'm gonna have to make you talk instead.." he smirked turning you around and getting on top glad that you weren't pushing him away anymore.

His lips started to trace down your neck towards the middle of your chest enjoying the soft silk before slowly putting his hands underneath your shirt cupping your breast as you fought against moaning for him..you didn't want to let him win so easily!

"You are so stubborn princesa..give me those sweet moans" he said but still nothing came from you so he took off your top starting to kiss down your stomach playing with the band of your pajama shorts teasingly while your skin filled with goosebumps..it was getting really hard to stay quiet.

He took your shorts off making you take a deep breath which made him smirk because he knew you were close to giving up on this absurd silent treatment. His eyes stared at the red lacy panties you had on (one he bought you) resting his chin again the material while looking straight into your eyes mischievously.

"You're so beautiful, nena..and even when you are angry with me, I know how badly you want me to touch you..hm?" he said but you only blushed trying not to look into his eyes fighting your urges the best you can in that moment.

He started to kiss your inner thighs reaching closer to where you desperately needed him but the moment he was meant to take off your panties and give you what you craved he pulled away completely making your eyes open to look at his smirking face.

"Or maybe I shouldn't touch you?" He said about to move away and you couldn't hold back anymore..he made you so wet and desperate that you needed some release.

"No.." you whispered so quietly it was barely audible but Pablo definitely caught it as his smirk return to his face and he looked at while hovering above your body. Damn it! He was so hot!

"Qué?" he smirked and you wished you can wipe that smirk off his handsome face but you were way too turned on to stay silent anymore.

"T..touch me Pablo" you spoke and he captured your lips immediately resting himself comfortably between your legs while deepening the kiss and letting his tongue explore your mouth.

"You know you are my only chica, amor? Mi princesa especial..mi niña traviesa..mi cielo y mi vida..." he was kissing your skin while whispering in Spanish against your skin which made your whole body feel on fire while you moaned in response.

Pablo showed you that night who is the only girl that's in his mind and heart. You laid on his naked chest catching your breath while he played with your hair making you feel like the most special girl in the world in that moment.

"She wanted your attention all night Pablo.." you said after some time of silence feeling his kiss the top of your head moving his hand from your hair to caress you naked back soothingly.

"You were the only girl that had my attention all night preciosa..and how could I look at anybody else when you looked tan sexy?" he said and you smirked blushing a little while nuzzling your nose into his neck.

"Pero lo siento, mi amor..I didn't realize that's what she was doing. I never wanted you to think I wanted to stay because of her or any other girl. I am perfectly happy with what I have at home and wouldn't want to lose it for anybody" Pablo said and you were happy he was acknowledging your feelings kissing his lips in response before moving a little to look at him.

"Not even your favorite actress Penelope Cruz?" you smirked and he rolled his eyes but shook his head before kissing your lips again.

"And what about you princesa? Would you chose me over Neymar Jr?" he said and you playfully pretended you were thinking knowing that there isn't a single man out there you would ever choose over your Pablito.

"Bueno then!" he started to move away but you giggled straddling his hips and kissing his lips passionately as he pulled you closer deepening the kiss.

"Nobody but my angry bird" you say into the kiss and he smirks nodding his head before kissing you again before you both cuddled up and you fell asleep entangled in his strong arms.

Hope you liked!

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strwyofthesun · 10 months

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forgive me, goodbye [pt. 2]

pairing: re2r!leon kennedy x intern!reader

synopsis: after settling into the uk, you learn of the raccoon city incident and suffer a great loss. after graduating from med school and starting up your internship, you meet someone who you thought you've left in the past.

word count: 3.7k

cont: smut, unprotected sex, p in v, mentions of death, mentions of blood, hurt/comfort, there's so much stuff goin on idk anymore

a/n: i did not expect to write a part 2 of this but my best friend bitched about not liking the ending so i did this out of spite <3 also! this takes place after the re2 events and before operation javier. i did alot of research on the re timeline and other medical related things mentioned T_T last, leon looks so cute in the pic i choose that bc his outfit there is similar to his operation javier fit

part one here !

A week has gone by since you’ve moved in the UK and you had been feeling homesick. Even though you had settled into your dorm, made new friends, and gotten acquainted, nothing beats the company of family. Not only have you been missing family, but also Leon. Feeling distressed, you decided to call your family to see how they’re doing.

You go through your contacts and scroll down to find your Mom’s contact. You spotted her name and pressed dial. The phone lets out a ring that lasted for only a couple seconds as your mom had picked up the call.

“Hey mom… Is dad with you?”

“Hey honey! Yes, he’s over here!” Your mom called for your dad and you hear his voice in the background shouting back to wait for him. You let out a laugh hearing your parents shuffle around. “What’s up hun? How’s everything going there?” Your dad asked.

“Everything’s fine dad, I’m just a little homesick…”

“Aww, hun… We miss you dearly too… You’ve grown up into such a fine, successful, smart, and independent young lady. We couldn’t be any more proud of you. Call us anytime, we promise we’ll always answer the call at the first ring.” Your mom said.

“Hey mom…?”

“Yes?”

You gulped down the lump you felt in your throat, “How’s Leon doing?”

“Oh… I heard he’s out of town.”

“…Is that so?”

“You know who I miss?” Your dad suddenly chimed in.

“Who dad?” You asked curiously while smiling.

“You and Leon. You remind me of you and your mom back in the day.” Your smile dropped hearing those words from your dad. It made you miss him even more and your parents could tell by the silence on your end of the line.

Your mom nudged your dad and scolded him, “Hun! Come on! She’s trying to move on, don’t make it any harder for our baby.”

“I’m fine mom, really. I just wanted to know…”

“Well, alright… If you say so.”

“I’ll be going now, I have a class in a bit.”

“Okay, call us if you need anything!” Your dad reminded again.

“I will, I will. Love you guys…”

“We love you too hun.” They said in union and dropped the call. It was nice hearing their voices again. You opened a box filled with pictures, looking for ones of you guys together when you were suddenly greeted with tons of pictures of you and Leon together on top of the pile. A certain picture caught your eye and you grabbed it to take a closer look. It was a picture of the night you, Leon, and your parents celebrated your graduation from pre-med. Tears fill your eyes and drops of it landed on the picture, slightly damaging the ink. You try desperately to remove your tears stains from the picture but ended up smudging the photo and getting the ink over your parents’ faces. You threw the picture back in the box and curled up at the foot of your bed and sobbed silently.

You didn’t regret your choice of pursuing your dream of becoming a virologist but God, did you really have to go through this just to reach it? You tried controlling your heaving and sniffled as an attempt to quit crying because you had a class in a few minutes. You stood up and walked yourself to the bathroom to wash yourself up. Looking into the mirror, you realized that you’re already here and it’s too late to quit now. You’ve sacrificed so much of your time, effort, and relations for this. Quitting isn’t an option.

Days passed by and you drowned yourself in your studies. You were currently one of the best in your class and according to your professors, you had the most promising potential. Meanwhile, Leon was out of town just as your mom said and was wasting away in God knows where. All he wanted to do was get away from that town and escape the memories it held. He drank his sorrows away but no bottle of alcohol could ever fill the void in his heart. It’s as if you took a piece of his heart and left with it and there was no chance of ever getting it back.

During one late night, he received a call from his co- officer telling him not to go back to Raccoon City even though there was a current crisis, but Leon didn’t listen. He sobered up and immediately headed back to Raccoon City. The following events that unfolded are to be summed up and named “Raccoon City Destruction Incident” from then on.

While studying in a café with your earphones on, you realized that it’s been awhile since you’ve called your parents. You ring them up but they don't picked up.

“Weird, they usually answer at the first ring…” You mumbled to yourself. You try again and to no avail. “Again.” you said but call after call they didn’t pick up. Now you were really worried. Out of frustration, you take your earphones off and take a sip of your coffee when you start picking up on the sounds of the café. But what caught your attention made you drop the coffee cup in your hands.

“The US government declared Raccoon City 'beyond saving' from its residents that have turned aggressive and zombie-like. They ordered a missile strike to wipe out the city and later at dawn, it is reported that two non-nuclear missiles hit the city, clearing all of its 100,000 citizens, and completely wiping it off the map.“

Ringing filled your ears and your hands trembled at the news you had just heard. “This can’t be happening…” you thought. A waiter walked up to you demanding you pay for the broken coffee cup but you couldn’t hear him well. His words sounded like it was being drowned out by water. Your body went on auto-pilot and you grab whatever amount of money you had on you and shoved it into the chest of the waiter. You grabbed your stuff and exit the café while calling for a taxi cab.

You rushed back to your dorm and packed your stuff immediately. Things weren’t properly processed in your mind and before you knew it you were on a flight back to the US. You took a cab to the outskirts of what’s left of Raccoon City before you were blocked by multiple hazard signs, barricades, and police tape. You tried to get passed it but police stopped you before you could even step past the barricade. You stare at the massive crater left by the missiles and what remained of your old home. Streams of tears run down your face and you couldn’t stop it. The police tried calming you down but it was useless. They couldn’t do anything except escort you back to the hotel you checked in.

Once you were at your hotel room, you drop to your knees and wailed. You couldn't fathom the intensity of all the feelings that you were experiencing all at once. Everyone you knew and loved were turned into those… monsters you saw on the news. They were killed, wiped out, with no trace left. Your friends, family, mom, dad, and Leon, all gone. You cried even harder now that things have finally started sinking in. You recall your last call with your parents, them saying how proud they were, and them saying they love you, it was agonizing. And Leon... Oh Leon… you left him alone and heartbroken in Raccoon City. You blamed yourself for their deaths. You imagined your parents worried sick for you because you haven’t called them in awhile as well as Leon who was probably grieving still over the breakup. The image of them worried and scared for their life, was all you could think about. Tears didn’t stop flowing and you’ve lost your voice from screaming. You asked yourself, was this punishment for leaving? Did you deserve to suffer this much?

It's 2002 and four years have passed since. Not a single day went by where you didn’t think of your parents and Leon. You’ve let yourself grieve, gotten therapy, and took a break from med school for awhile. But in the end, you pushed through with it because you knew they would’ve wanted you to push through. You were a step closer to becoming a virologist and its something you’ve worked extra hard on this time. You promised yourself that once you finished everything, you’d dedicate the rest of your life studying the viruses that caused the Raccoon City Destruction Incident and find a vaccine for any virus that could turn people to what the Raccoon citizens became. But for now, you are currently taking up your one year internship.

It was a regular day at the hospital, nothing out of the ordinary. You examined patients, spent your time in the laboratories, and conduct medical procedures along with other doctors. Soon, the mundane day of yours came to an end, or so you thought. As you were about to clock out, a fellow intern called for you.

“Hey [Y/N]! Wait up!” They said as they grabbed onto your shoulder, puffing out heavy breaths.

“Hmm? What’s wrong?” You asked in concern seeing that it was most probably urgent based on the face your colleague made.

“There’s someone out there asking for a CBC.”

“Okay and? You do it. Can’t you see I’m about to leave? I’m about to be overtime.” You replied feeling annoyed from being interrupted as you were about to leave.

“C’mon, do me a favour will ya? I’ll do your stool examinations for a week. Pleaseeeee…” your colleague said while giving you puppy eyes. You cringed at the sight of them and finally gave in to their request.

You rolled your eyes and gave an empty threat. “Fine, I’ll do it. You better stick to your word or else.”

They nodded their head ecstatically and hugged you before they left. “Ugh…” you thought to yourself. If you had just declined, you would’ve been home by now doing anything as long as you weren’t here in the hospital. You grabbed a folder and headed to the counter whilst keeping your head down.

“Hello, good evening, I heard you came in for a CBC?” You greeted.

“Yes, how long do I have to wait for you [Y/N]?” A familiar voice asked. You stopped fiddling with the folder and furrowed your brows. Where have you heard this voice before? Then, it clicked. It couldn’t be…

You looked up at the person opposite to you and met a pair of piercing blue eyes you know you’ve seen before. The tall frame, muscular build, dirty blonde hair. You couldn’t believe it. It was like staring at a ghost. The blood drained from your face as you step back in horror, refusing to believe that the Leon Scott Kennedy was standing right infront of you, alive.

“Woah, hey, are you okay?” Leon asked as he held his hands out.

“Am I okay…? Okay?! I thought you died?!” You screamed which caught the attention of other hospital staff and patients. You look around and apologized and looked back at Leon. “Look, I’ll do your CBC. But you have explaining to do.”

“I know I do, I’m sorry [Y/N]…” Leon apologized and looked down, feeling ashamed from being away from you all these years and suddenly popping out of nowhere.

You scoff and led Leon to a room to extract a sample of his blood. He took off his jacket revealing his more muscular figure. He looked different now. His eyes were as captivating as ever, but it lost its shine. You didn’t want to pry now, but if he escaped the incident back at Raccoon City, he must’ve seen some fucked up shit. You grab the tourniquet and start to tie it around his arm.

“Tell me if it feels too tight.” You instructed Leon and he nodded in response. “Is this alright?” you ask to which he nodded again in response. You start feeling around his arm trying to locate a vein. Your touch sent shivers down Leon’s spine, painting him a shade of pink. You'd almost miss it if his long hair blocked his face. You chuckled at the sight of Leon, “I’m barely doing anything. Did you miss me that much?” you teased.

“You have no idea.” He replied smiling.

Once you’ve located the vein, you did the standard procedure and in a blink of an eye you had a sample of his blood. You took of the tourniquet off his arm and patched him up. He stood up from the seat and put his jacket back on. The silence was deafening, as an attempt to break the ice, you asked, “So… Why do you need the CBC?”

“Just an excuse to see you to be honest.”

You quickly turned to face him, “Are you crazy?” you spat.

“Borderline. It’d be nice to know if I’m healthy or not though.”

“You wasted my time and equipment Leon.” You said while crossing your arms.

“Okay, okay, I’m kidding. I need it to update my health information for the government.”

“Hmm, okay. Do you want the results now or tomorrow?”

“It can wait. Come on, let’s head out now. My treat.”

“Don’t rush me!”

You finish up whatever’s left to do and finally clock out. You and Leon left the hospital and walked up to the parking lot.

“Here, put this on.” He tossed you a helmet and wore his as he started his motorbike. You put on the helmet and sat behind him.

“Hold on tight ‘kay?” You barely held onto Leon, still feeling off. He sped up on the road which made you nervous. Leon felt that you weren’t holding on properly and suddenly stopped, making you jerk forward and wrap your arms around his torso. “I told you to hold on tight didn’t I?” He smirked at you and you rolled your eyes at him. “Won’t say I told you so.” He said his final warning and revved the bike.

The streets were almost empty which gave Leon the opportunity to drive faster. This made you hold onto him tighter and Leon smiled at this under his helmet. “Not a fan of thrill rides huh?” You could barely hear Leon over the sound of the wind going past you. “I swear to God Leon, if you speed u—“ Before you could even finish, he drove even faster. You had a strong grip on Leon at this point and you could hear his muffled laughing.

Sooner or later, you arrived at a hotel where Leon was staying for the meantime. He parked his motorbike and the two of you got off. You punched Leon hard on the arm you took the blood sample from.

“Ow! What the fuck?” he said laughing.

“I hate you.” You said to him with a straight face.

“Aw, cute. You know you could never hate me. Even from the grave.”

“Haha, very funny Leon.” You said sarcastically.

The both of you walked into the hotel and entered the restaurant inside it. You both sat down and ordered food. And while waiting, Leon finally tells you about what happened four years ago.

“I want the truth Leon.” You demanded.

“Okay, please, keep an open mind alright?” You nodded in response and Leon recounts the events of the Raccoon City incident. You listened to him intently. It was hard to imagine him go through all of that. You were feeling thankful though that he is still safe and sound now.

“My parents, Leon? Do you know what happened to them?” you asked desperately wanting an answer. He shook his head and said “I’m sorry, but I don’t know. I really am sorry I didn’t save them…” You muttered a small “Oh…” and reassured Leon that it was okay. “I just wish I called them a bit more often… I think they were worried about me even up until their death…” You say quietly.

“[Y/N]… You are their only daughter, of course they cared. I’m sure they’re glad to know that your strong, healthy, and most importantly, you're safe now.” Leon said while holding your hand. You felt a tear run down your face and Leon used his other hand to wipe it off. He kept his hand on your cheek and gently caressed it. “I’m so sorry for the way things ended Leon… I didn’t want to… But—“ you were cut off by Leon.

“It’s okay… I forgive you [Y/N].”

“But I don’t forgive myself! There wasn’t a single day where I didn’t long for your presence by my side. I wanted you near me again.”

“I felt the same way too....”

No other words were said. You looked into each other’s eyes and reignited a spark that you thought died a long time ago. The moment was short but it felt longer than that. Too bad it was actually cut short by the waiter that brought you your food. You grinned from ear to ear and Leon let out a laugh. The both of you enjoyed the fine dining and soon you escorted him to his room.

“I’ll… be off now…” you said awkwardly to Leon while he stood leaning on the door frame.

“Do you really have to leave? It’s late at night. Stay with me for the night. It’s not safe out there.”

“Leon…”

“For old times sake…” Leon pleaded. He moved closer to you, grabbing your waist and leaning into your ear. “…Please?” he whispered.

You look at Leon, heat running through your body. He was a burning candle, and you were a moth that just couldn’t resist. Your lips crashed onto his and he slammed the door shut behind you. The both of you make it to the bed and swiftly take off each other clothes and threw it to the bedroom floor. Leon sat upright, back on the bedframe, while you were on top of him. You grinded on him slowly making him groan.

“Fuck, you don’t know how much I’ve missed this.” Leon breathed.

“Tell me Leon… How much did you miss me?” You said as you run your hands through his hair, tugging at it. You teased him, running your wet cunt along his hard dick. Leon breathed even heavier, you could feel his dick twitch as it longed to be in you.

"I'd think of you, when I touch myself... I missed you touching me, making you screaming my name, being inside you. I missed it all. Please, let me fuck you..." Leon begged. You held yourself up and positioned his dick under you.

You and Leon both moaned when he entered you. It took some time for you to adjust to Leon again. "So tight... You haven't been fucking anyone else have you?" He asked. You shook your head and he started thrusting into you, catching you off guard. You moaned and whimpered from Leon suddenly fucking you.

"Come on baby, use your words." he demanded.

You tried to speak but your words were slurred. "O-only... you... Leon. I've only f-fucked you..."

"Mhm, that's right. You're mine, got that? And I'll make sure people know that." Leon sucked onto your neck leaving hickeys on it, marking what's his.

He quickened his pace leaving you a moaning mess. Sounds of skin slapping against each other echoing in the room. You moaned his name over and over again like a prayer. As you feel your climax coming, your walls tightening around Leon's dick. He moaned your name into your ear. "You feel so fucking good baby."

"Leon, I'm close..." You managed to get the words out of your mouth. "Cum for me baby." Leon said as his thrusts get sloppier and rougher. A scream escaped your lips as you came. Leon finished inside you making sure every bit of cum filled you to the brim.

Leon looked at you and cupped your cheek. "Why don't we make up for lost time?"

The sunlight peaked through the gaps of the curtains and you find yourself in bed beside Leon as he sleeps peacefully. You admire Leon's beauty for a little while and brushed his hair to the side. His eyes flutter open and he greeted you in a raspy voice.

"Good morning love, did you sleep well?"

"Like a baby." You replied.

"Mhm, that's good. Come closer."

You move closer to Leon and lay on his chest. "There's something I didn't tell you last night." he said and you could hear his heart beat faster.

"Tell me..."

"I was recruited by the USSTRATCOM shortly after the incident at Raccoon City, and I'm a government agent now. These past 4 years, I've been training intensely. And in a few days, I'll be leaving for North America to my next mission."

You lay in silence, taking in the words Leon had just said.

"Say something please, [Y/N]..." Leon pleaded.

"Do you... want us to get back together, Leon? I want you to be realistic. If you're an agent, who goes on missions that you could possibly never return from, would you really want to be tied down to me?" You asked.

"I do want us back. God knows how much I want us back together. And I don't care about all that mission shit. I will return from every mission just for you."

"Are you sure Leon? Because this time, I'm willing to stay. I've lost you once, and I'm not making the same mistake again."

"I'm always sure when it comes to you. We'll make it work this time, I promise. I love you [Y/N]..."

"I love you too Leon." Those words coming out your mouth after years of longing for him gave you a feeling of euphoria and nostalgia all at once. Who knew that this time around, we'd fall right back into each other's arms.

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i can take it - jay halstead x reader

trigger warning- assault, getting beaten

overview: intelligence has been working none stop on a high profile human trafficking case, you and kim have been undercover a while, trying to get evidence but in the process they find out someone’s a cop. you admit to protect kim but what are the costs?

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“dante!” you heard the ringleader shout to the man who was currently with you,kim and a load of other women and girls. you were undercover in what from the outside was a female’s only hostel but the reality was much darker. kim watched dante walk to the ringleader as he whispered something in his ear and they both looked directly to you and kim, you knew you were made.

“girls we have some friends coming here so i need everyone in there rooms now” the ringleader spoke, all the girls stood and began retreating to their rooms. no questions asked. just as you and kim began to do the same he spoke again;

“you two hold up. come with me” you completely detached yourself from kim not looking at her, not standing too close. making sure it was clear through your body language you had nothing to do with her.

you both followed him into a empty room and he reached to his waistband pulling out a gun. you internally cursed trying to figure out you you got made. he aimed the gun at you both.

“a little birdy told me there’s a cop. and you two are the newest sluts here. one of you better tell me who it is” he waved the gun between you both and kim tried to reason convincing the guy neither of you were cops but he only grew more agitated aiming the loaded gun to kim’s head.

“it’s me! im the cop. she’s not involved” you exclaimed, the man’s head shot to look at you a smirk rising on his face. he turned to kim letting her go back to her room before grabbing your arm, his cold fingers wrapped tightly around your arm his nails digging into your skin as he dragged you to a smaller room full of junk. he pushed you against a book case. you knew this was gonna be bad you were either gonna be leaving here in an ambulance or a body bag. yet all you could think about was your boyfriend jay, who would be listening to whatever was about to happen.

“every single girl in this building will end up dead if you don’t talk” you could hear the anger in his voice, you knew the rest of your team was listening. you didn’t want to blow this case so many tragedies because of this man, yet you needed more evidence. you couldn’t let the team move in yet. especially if what he just said was true.

“you’re the only cop huh?” he questioned his eyes glued on yours not a ounce of life behind them. he took a step closer to you his hands balling into fists, you knew. he threw a punch to the side of your face causing you to fall back into a pile of junk behind you. he took a fistful of your shirt holding you up.

“answer the damn question!” he shouted another hit coming down on your face as he let go of your shirt pushing you back into a mirror causing it to smash a few shards slicing your skin. you took a second to catch your breath.

“i can take it” you weren’t talking to him. you were talking to jay, he was all you could think about he was keeping you strong in the moment. you stood back up and looked at the man towering over you.

“ i’m the only cop” you spat, you could feel the thick warm blood running down your face and other parts of your body. you were trying to push the pain as far back as you could.

“what’s a slut of a cop like you doing here?” he questioned throwing you against the mirror again, you winced on impact you could feel shards of the glass penetrating your skin.

“i think you know ray” you spat the blood pooling in your mouth on the floor before he threw you to the ground kicking you in the ribs, you felt as if you heard a rib crack from the pressure.

on the outside the team were sat listening as you winced from the pain being inflicted on your body. voight had forbidden anyone from going inside knowing you could handle your own. you said you could take it. if you wanted them to move in you would say the safe word. this case was so high profile you didn’t want to risk blowing it.

“i’m going in there! you can either come with me or stay put” jay spoke anger radiating in his voice. he couldn’t bare to sit and listen any longer, he didn’t want you to be in pain. it was tearing his heart apart.

just as they heard another tumble from your microphone, they heard your voice again. “i can take it”

no. jay didn’t want you to have to take it. he didn’t know what state you would be in when you got out of that building. he didn’t care about the case, he needed you to be safe. he got up from being seated next to kevin with a look on his face that resembled a soldier heading into battle.

“jay shell say the words if she needs us. kim’s working on finding something” kevin tried to reassure his colleague despite they all felt similar to jay. voight, kevin, adam all of them wanted to run in there. but that was putting every woman in that building at risk as well as possibly blowing the case.

“i can’t listen to this!” jay spat, his concern for you turning into rage. kevin sighed hoping jay would make the right choice and wait but he couldn’t. he wouldn’t forgive himself if you died in there. just as jay went to get out the van they heard your safe word.

“go move in!” voight shouted through the radio and jay was first to move, he ran towards the building gun drawn high. kevin and the rest of the team not far behind him. as they moved into the building jay ran straight to find you, followed by adam. and the rest of the team went to clear the building and save the girls as well as get to kim.

jay kicked open a door seeing you being held against a wall by your throat. the man holding you tightly, you could feel your heartbeat in the side of you head and you couldn’t breathe. jay approached the man hitting him on the side of the head with the side of his gun. the man turned in an attempt to hit jay, but jay was faster, ducking and planting a strong punch to the man’s nose he fell to the floor from the force as adam grabbed him securing him in cuffs to avoid jay doing anymore damage, although he deserved it.

“y/n?! you stay with me babe” he spoke in a panicked tone as he rushed towards you, all of jays attention now glued to you. you wanted to close your eyes. let yourself sleep, but jay begged you to stay awake so you tried your best. but that wasn’t enough.

“50-21 george, i need an ambulance to my location now!” jay called into his radio before turning his attention back to you, the blood pouring from your lip, and almost every other part of your face and body was heart wrenching to him. he never wanted to see you like this.

all you could hear as you fell unconscious was jays voice begging you to stay awake and the distant sound of sirens.

the next thing you know your senses are filled with familiarity, the slow sound of beeping, the hospital smell, and a warm hand in yours. you could feel the pain pulsating through your veins as your eyes fluttered open to meet the beautiful blue eyes in front of you that were filled with concern. jay halstead.

“how are you feeling?” he asked, voice laced with concern as he held your hand so gently as if he thought he’d hurt you, the relief he felt upon seeing your eyes open was uncanny.

“like i got hit by a bus” you smiled weakly, he reciprocated the smile. he gently brought your hand up to his lips planting a soft kiss on your bruised skin.

“you scared the shit out of me” he whispered, you could tell you’d seen sadness on his face before. but not like this.

“i didn’t wanna blow the case” he shook his head.

“nothing is more important then your safety y/n. especially not to me. i don’t know what i would’ve done if-“ he cut himself off and took a deep breath before he continued.

“if you had died. i don’t know what i would’ve done. you’re my rock, as cheesy as it sounds, you’re the love of my life. you help me when i have a mix up with my ptsd. i love you” you felt a tear come to your eye at his words. little did he know how much you helped him too.

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Chapter 3: That Was the First Time I Lost Her

Pairing: Jack “Whiskey” Daniels x F!Reader “Sugar”

Summary: It only takes a little digging.

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: More angst, insinuations of creep behavior, making shit up about Westworld, a million questions and no answers, will be E in later chapters so full series is 18+ MINORS DNI.

Notes: Sugar's got some soul-searching to do, and there are very few people who can help her with that. Where Cognitive Dissonance had a lot more Westworld characters in it, this series is gonna have a few cameos from Kingsman characters and you better believe this is one of my favorites. Enjoy!

Cross-posted on AO3

Decoherence Masterlist || Whiskey & Westworld Masterlist

It takes you three weeks before you say anything about Jack to anyone. Three weeks of going back and forth from your job, sitting in front of the large glass screen your work is projected on. Three weeks of seeing the world you live in - advanced far beyond Sweetwater’s rustic charm - in a new light, knowing there’s someone living in it that feels so out of place. Now, you feel out of place too.

In that time you argue with yourself back and forth over what happened that fateful morning.

He’s a delusional man who violated your trust.

But he didn’t act delusional. Didn’t try to push you to come with him, didn’t try to get your number or find out where you live. He gave you a way to contact him, but didn’t press when you didn’t promise to.

But how did he find you?

That thought twists your stomach. Had he used some database to scour personal records for you? Had he been trailing you and you never even noticed? It clearly didn’t go to plan for him, but what had he planned?

He wants to “explain.”

The most you would do is call him. Only to tell him to be prepared for a lawsuit. Maybe to scream at him a little more about how violated you felt. Definitely not because you want to know what he could possibly say to make this make sense.

Why are you entertaining this?

This is where you always come to a halt. You can reason around most of your internal arguments, make good decisions that would make your parents proud, but it’s when you get to this question - why are you still thinking about this? - that you falter.

Because his plea - let me explain - and the furtive way he looked at you - I am a host - tug at something you hid away for the year since you saw him. That there was something more to Jack, but not this obvious of a betrayal.

I didn’t get to tell you something that night. Something important.

He tried to tell you something that day on the train platform. What was it?

I was a coward, and I wanted you more than anything Sugar.

He was going to tell you he loved you. And it was going to shatter your heart to hear it, so you showed him the photograph. Because it would hurt less to prove him a fantasy. You forced him to reveal the machine behind the man, because he was going to tell you he loved you.

Right?

But if this is the last moment I get to say it before you leave my sight, I have to.

I need you to know.

Was this it?

It’s Dina that helps you gain some clarity, though not in a way you imagined.

“I had my trip to Westworld refunded, ruined my whole vacation,” she says nonchalantly over lunch. The “cool bridesmaids” actually stuck together after the bachelorette, and you see Dina every few months for a boisterous lunch and catch-up. This particular revelation, two weeks after Jack sauntered into your life and left you with a handful of mirror shards for memories, makes you choke on your drink.

“You were going back?” you finally ask once you can breathe again. Dina smiles knowingly, swirling her iced matcha latte loudly in her glass.

“I’ll admit, it’s pretty fun. Only went once since the party, it’s damn expensive, but I was really looking forward to my third visit. Sounds like there’s some operational issues.” You listen with as much nonchalance as you can muster, but Dina smiles coyly at your ruse. “Didn’t see your man there last time. Maybe he was just for you.”

You scoff, a clammy sweat on the back of your neck sending goosebumps down your arms.

“They probably rotate them,” you say weakly, thumb smearing away a drip of coffee from the lip of your cup.

“Listen, baby, maybe this isn’t my business, but if Jack still gets you this fired up, it might be worth talking to someone about it,” she says gently. Your heart leaps into your throat, worrying that your face has given it all away.

“What, like a therapist?” you laugh, trying to put on a bright smile but you’re practically thrumming now. Dina scoffs instead.

“Hell no, my girl Ginger. She used to work for Delos, doing…programming or something. One conversation with her will definitely ruin the magic for you. Like seeing Mickey without his head on in Disneyland.” You both giggle at the image, trying to school yourself into a calm that won’t betray how close to the truth she is.

“She left on bad terms, so she’ll tell you the truth about shit. Doesn’t care about her NDA, or much else for that matter. She’s a badass,” Dina says, scrolling through her phone and typing quickly. “Ask her your questions, get your dreams dashed, and move the fuck on.” Dina means well, but the worry gnawing in your stomach draws much of your attention away.

Former Delos staff could definitely tell her if Jack was a host, or a fucked-up guest, or a host based off a guest that is now playing a terrifying game of switcheroo.

“Promise she won’t think it’s weird?”

“She loves to dish about it, you’ll be making her week.”

Ginger doesn’t want to meet in a public place - I’ve seen a little too much of what can be done to risk it - so she invites you to her condo instead. You almost back out, shame and nerves getting to you, but the need to know grows at a greater pace. So, bringing two coffees and pastries (not from the shop where you saw Jack, you don’t think you could go back there), you climb her third floor walkup.

She’s business chic with a dazzling smile, a collared shirt under a sweater with dark-washed jeans. Her hair is spiked through with honeyed highlights that compliment her brown skin. A pair of serious horn-rimmed glasses frame her face, but look fresher on her than any academic.

“Hi, I’m Dina’s friend,” you start as Ginger leads you into her home. Dina mentioned she was a programmer, and her design aesthetic screams “I care more about my processor chips than artwork.” Stacks of hard drives on tables, large manuals of computer code on shelves, all neat and tidy in a controlled chaos way. She brings plates for the croissants as you sit at her table, rolling your opening remarks in your mind as she settles across.

I had a strange experience in Westworld that made me question everything. Can you tell me if I’m crazy or not?

Before you get the chance Ginger speaks.

“Dina told me a bit about your situation,” she says simply, regarding you with rapt attention and sparking intelligence. The confusion must have slapped across your face, because Ginger barks out a laugh just shy of impolite. “I made her spill the beans, I’m too suspicious otherwise.”

You sigh audibly, covering your face with your hands.

“Great, now I’m just pitiful,” you bemoan, joining in on the laughter. Slouching back in your chair, you share a look that radiates I guess we’re here now.

“So, you had questions about hosts. Maybe one in particular. I haven’t worked for Delos in a few years, but I’ll do my best to help. God knows those assholes keep their mouths shut tighter than their assholes,” Ginger says, waiting for you to lay out your questions. So many bubble up, but you let the most important come to the forefront:

“How can you tell a host is a host?”

Ginger’s smile turns conspiratorial, cocking her head to one side.

“One really got to you, huh? Made you think he - or she - was real?”

You twist your hands in your lap, shoulders tensing for laughter.

“It’s silly, right? A host is a host and a person is…completely different.”

Ginger talks as she darts around the room, gathering items - a laptop from a desk, a silver and orange hard drive, a handful of cords. She gestures with her hands while she speaks, face softening with the passion that shines through,

“It’s a testament to how well we programmed them. They’re supposed to trick you, keep you in the illusion. I was more in design and aesthetics, moved into expressive programming before they culled my team.” When she catches your eye, the first etchings of confusion on your face, she backtracks. “I designed the exteriors - faces, bodies, you know - before I moved into writing code for their facial expressions and body language. Cram years of what we as humans would observe and develop over a lifetime into a little computer chip. They learn too, just not the same sorts of things. They’re designed to interpret our body language, give us what we need before we think we need it.”

What had Jack read from your body?

Ginger plops down at the table, fingers moving quickly over the keys and eyes trained on the glowing screen.

“But Delos axed my team, said something about ‘new coding avenues,’ the assholes. Just didn’t want to pay us if they could automate us. But!” She hits the last key and folds her arms, finally looking at your nervous posture. “They didn’t pay me well enough for my IP, so I took everything I could get my hands on. Most of it’s too outdated for them to care about, but I’m pretty goddamn proud of it.”

She motions for you to sit on the same side of the table as her, waiting until you’re settled to drag a window onto the screen. It looks like tiny image thumbnails all neatly stacked, face after face scrolling by.

“So who is it?”

You steel yourself for whatever answer may come next.

“Jack Daniels.”

Waiting for a confused noise, for a bad search return, for some reason to hate the man who came back to you, instead you get a knowing laugh.

“Ah, I’m pretty proud of that one,” she says, typing in Jack’s name and pulling up a profile. “I was going through a very dashing cowboy phase, wanted something a little Burt Reynolds, a little Robert Conrad, flirtatious but a disaster at it, smooth talker.” As she talks she tabs through sketches, achingly beautiful pencil drawings of his hawkish nose, the pout of his lower lip, the tilt of his head up to look at something.

“Then fucking Sizemore dumped him in that shitty Golden Circle timeline, which was a goddamn waste. Gave him a terribly written, cliched backstory and half-assed his motivation to make a shockingly underthought double cross villain arc seem edgy.” Ginger pauses on a dystopic photo, Jack standing in a glass and concrete cube, hand on his jutted hip and a smile you’ve been in the path of aimed right into the camera. You can almost hear his voice.

You can have all the Whiskey you want.

“Our cowboy deserved better than that,” she sighs. Managing to break from your reverie, you try not to stumble too badly through the most important questions.

“And he’s not…based on anyone else? There’s no Jack lookalike wandering the streets?” You try to make it airy, joking, unsure of your success. Thankfully Ginger skims right over the tremor in your voice, tapping into a file that details every scar and freckle over the expanse of his skin.

“If only. Unfortunately, the best men are designed by women. I’ve never met someone quite like Jack.”

Neither have you, and the implication settles heavy in your chest.

You spent an hour more with Ginger, peeking into the secret workings of Delos and picking at flaky pastries without appetite. It’s more out of politeness than interest. Half of the things she shows you flow right through your consciousness and into the ether.

Jack is a host.

From the mouth of his…creator? Herself?

Maybe that combination of features could find its way in nature, but not his story, or the intimate details you both know in very different contexts. The groove she drew in his lower lip pulled softly across your stomach. The graphite glint in his eyes lifting to capture yours. The thick strokes that built a hand you’d felt hold your face so gently.

Ginger knew him as well as you did, certainly more so, and there was no better explanation for what this means.

He’s not a man. So what is he doing here? How is he here, in a world you never thought he could enter?

Thanking Ginger for her hospitality and her patience, you take the longest way home possible. The rhythmic beat of your feet on concrete lets you ruminate. The air is warm across your cheeks, errant breezes dancing around your aimless path. The “park” has never been your favorite place to soul search, the lack of trees and tightly governed shrubs clashing against what you consider wilderness. Today, however, it’s so stark and blank as to clear your mind.

If not a host in a world built for pleasure, what is Jack? How can he survive in this world without a narrative, a directive, a fucking charging port for his battery? Does he run on batteries or did they slap a solar panel in that gorgeous head of hair?

Dropping onto a bench you bury your face in your hands, fighting the urge to laugh madly. You've seen under the facade and now you’re left with even more questions, and there’s only one person who can answer those.

“Jack Daniels.”

“Hi. It’s…”

“Hey. It’s…it’s you.”

“Yeah, it’s me. I’m sorry I didn’t call sooner.”

“I didn’t know if you would at all, after all that.”

“I wasn’t sure either.”

There’s a pause while you gather courage, but Jack jumps in first.

“Listen, I just wanted to say I’m sorry about last time. I saw you and I meant to sneak out before you saw me, but…it was just a perfect mess, huh?”

Right to the meat of it then. Somehow that makes it easier.

“Did you know I would be there?”

Another silence, but you wait for this one to end. Jack sighs heavily, and your body aches.

“I knew you could be there.”

“And you were…what? Waiting to get up the courage to talk to me?”

“Something like that.” Jack sucks in a breath. “I had some questions of my own. I wasn’t sure I wanted the answers.”

This admission dazes you. All Jack knew of you in Westworld was a lie. The footing feels more even knowing he’s just as trepidatious as you.

You sigh deeply, pressing the palm of your hand against your forehead.

“I think I should let you explain.”

A softer sigh tickles your ear.

“I’d really like to do that, Sugar.”

You scoff.

“You still call me that.”

“Sweetest thing I’ve…”

“Please, Jack. Don’t. Not right now.”

“Sorry.”

“It’s not…I’m not sure how I feel about everything yet. This is all frankly terrifying to me, and I need some time to understand it.”

“I understand. I had a feeling this wasn’t going to be the same rodeo as before.”

Lips curling up, you warm to his words. Same old west charm. Same teasing lilt.

Same old Jack, but maybe more than you thought.

“Can I see you Friday?”

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miraclesabound · 10 months

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All of This is Temporary

Summary: What should have been Mikey and Reader's special night goes sideways, and unfortunately, it never gets fixed.

Pairing: Mikey Berzatto x F!Reader, pre-relationship

Notes: This idea of Mikey and his friend getting thrown out of some VIP event came to me in a dream (and the music cue as well). A surprise cameo from one of my other favorite characters from a different show, because he showed up in the dream too. Also on AO3.

Warnings: Spoilers for The Bear, canon-typical language, classism, unrequited (?) love, addiction themes, tragic ending (mention of Mikey's suicide)

Tags: @pettyprocrastination, @cinewhore, @phoenixhalliwell, @nolita-fairytale

NOVEMBER 2021

The movie that Mikey won tickets for is at Doc Films , and given the place's history, you and Mikey are almost more dressed for an opera than a movie. He's done out in an old but clean tux, bow tie and cummerbund included - and you bought yourself a silver dress with matching clutch. You may not be a couple, but you take internal satisfaction in knowing how good you two look together right now.

The main thing that's important to you is that, at least from what you can tell, Mikey is fully sober this evening. You know you're not his keeper, but you feel some pride on his behalf - whatever he's strugging with, he's made the effort for you tonight, and that warms your heart.

However, that warmth sours in your stomach when you actually get to the theater. When you and Mikey walk in, it's clear that this is a much smaller event than you thought - and that you and Mikey are WILDLY overdressed. Of the maybe twenty total people there, the only other person dressed formally is a gruff-looking man whose hair is almost as dark as Mikey's is. In his case, he's wearing a strikingly modern all-black suit.

Mikey smiles when he sees the other man and gives him a hearty handshake. "Roy fuckin' Kent! What brings ya this way?"

Roy shrugs, but he accepts Mikey's handshake just the same. "Mikey Berzatto, ya old dog - just takin' some travel time - Coach Lasso fuckin' insisted... And who's this, then?"

Mikey introduces you, explaining that Roy had visited The Beef by accident a few years back during an exhibition tour in the States. "You better come in for a couple sandwiches tomorrow for lunch, ya hear me?" he tells Roy. "Won't take no for an answer!"

"Wouldn't miss it," Roy says. You and Mikey take your seats on Roy's other side.

A woman a few seats away chimes in with: "Oh, you two look so nice - is that your tux?" You don't care for the look of her - she comes across like someone trying to draw Mikey's sister Natalie from a mirror image only.

You want to believe that she's just being nice, but something about her tone is venomous, and Mikey must feel the same way. His response is icy. " 'Course it's mine, why wouldn't it be?"

"You're Michael Berzatto, right?"

"Yeah?"

"My cousins love your shop - I guess I'm just wondering why a sandwich shop owner would need to buy a tux instead of renting one; that's all."

If you didn't know better, you'd think she was trying to call you and Mikey tacky. Apparently Roy feels the same way, because he leans over towards her and says, "Oi, Pam, knock it off, yeah? Movie's startin'."

"Pam..." you think to yourself. "Why does that name sound familiar?" The lights turn off, and you smile to yourself when you hear a familiar musical sting playing for the movie intro.

"Don't call me by my name...all of this is temporary..."

You know this song very well, and you can't help but hum along. To your pleasant surprise, you swear that Roy is humming too. Who knew such a brash guy liked Halsey? Neither of you notice Mikey staring at you like you hung the moon and stars.

Suddenly the lights come up, and that woman who looks like Natalie's evil twin is standing in front of you, a sickening smile on her face. "Miss, you're going to have to leave," she tells you. "This is an exclusive event, and you're causing a disturbance."

Roy, God bless the man, speaks up for you - and thank goodness, because you feel like you're going to vaporize from embarrassment. "Pam, it's nothin', I was humming too."

"You're a VIP, Roy, and she isn't. It's my movie, and if I want her and her ridiculous disco ball of a dress out of here, that's my prerogative." Shit, you realize. This is Pam Stratford, the writer that Mikey enjoys so much. No wonder he was excited to get these tickets...

Mikey pulls you into his side - almost as if he expects Pam to take a swing at you. "Listen, I've always liked your work, but you don't get to talk to my g- - my friend like that - we got our tickets fair and square."

You can see that flash in Mikey's eyes that means either a bender or a fight is coming, and you don't want to see him arrested. Pam seems like the type to call the police in faster than they're needed. Pushing lightly against his chest, you say "Bear, it's ok, I'll just go..."

"Then I'm leavin' too," he says. "Roy, I'll catch ya tomorrow - Pam? You can go fuck yourself for bein' a snobby bitch." The silence is deafening as you two leave the theater, but the outraged look on Pam's face is almost worth it.

You shudder as you step out into the night air, even with Mikey holding you and blasting like a furnace. "It's cold - take me home?"

"Yeah, let's get you back before you freeze."

The train ride back to your neighborhood is quiet, and it's not until the two of you are walking up to your stoop that Mikey says, "Pam was wrong - you look gorgeous in that dress, and that's God's honest truth."

You smile at him. "You clean up pretty well yourself."

"Do we...wanna try this again some other time?" he asks, holding your purse for you as you dig out your keys. "Maybe not a movie, but some other excuse to dress up?"

"I'd like that, Bear," you agree. "Let's aim for after Christmas - I know how nutty things get for you during December."

"Then it's a date?" Mikey asks. He doesn't mean to put you on the spot, but if you don't feel the same way he does, he'd rather know now.

Your smile grows even wider. "It's a date - we'll nail down details after New Years." With a sudden burst of bravery, you hug him tight and kiss his cheek. "G'night, my bear."

Unfortunately, the holidays madness makes Mikey spiral in a bad way, and he never texts you back about the date. In fact, you don't realize as you turn to open your door that this will be the last time you see him alive.

#mikey berzatto #mike berzatto #mikey berzatto x reader #angst and tragedy #ships passing in the night #mikey the bear

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sugasnote · 1 year

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kissed pretty

pairing: taehyung x reader

genre: fluff or just feelings…

words: 900+

the restaurant is glowing in fancy lights hanging from the ceiling, mostly empty tables from the late night. exhausted and fulfilled from the conversations and the dinner, the boys are wrapping up the midnight rendezvous.

jimin’s eyes catch the attention of the couple, engaged in deep conversation in their own bubble. the closeness of each other, hands playing with the other’s rings and red lipstick of yours.

jimin smirked in their direction, excited for the little fire in the between the glares bouncing between them, looking ready to devour each other if only they were in a good mood tonight. you noticed his staring, flickered your eyes towards him.

jimin sent a cheeky wink, making you frown at him. jimin bit back a smile when taehyung noticed your attention being diverted from him. the mischievous elf enjoying his current state of internal agony. taehyung bit his lips, wrecking his brain for some more excuses to hang on to this loose string attached to you.

taehyung tried to establish a relationship between you and him, not wanting to lose the only gem in his life. the beginning of the said relationship being a one night stand which turned to no strings attached and now, finding a suitable label for the present situation.

on the other hand, you craved coming home to your partner after a hard day, winding up by being in the arms of your lover. or maybe you just did not like to share what’s yours and what’s not.

taehyung noticed you tend to tense your back whenever the name, jennie, leaves his mouth. he enjoyed watching you act oblivious to that name, eyes twitching to roll back of your head. taehyung just knows he loves you too much to let you go.

“i’m telling you, she is just a friend. we don’t have any label anymore.” taehyung sighed at you, tired from your constant false accusations of his nonexistent feelings for jennie.

you hummed at his frustration, lip smacking to the side and staring into space, giving off an impression of nonchalant nature. you enjoyed playing a fool for his ‘lies’ or maybe you just liked seeing taehyung riled up over you and not jennie.

taehyung’s phone, which was lying on the table started ringing with a name of the the devil of tonight’s show: jennie.

you smirked at the timing of her call and the conversation topic. you stared right at him, silently daring himself to answer the call in front of you. taehyung’s eyes never strayed away for a single second from yours, challenging you to look away. a battle where both of them are not willing to lose until the phone stops ringing ringing.

“i’ll give you some space to talk to her, v.” you accentuated each word, a sly smirk over your face from using his stage name. you started gathering your things up to leave the restaurant, not actually wanting to see taehyung talk to her in front of you incase he actually answers the call.

taehyung rolled his eyes, ignoring your words and the phone kept on the table. a perfect resting bitch face engraved on his sweet face, hands folded over his chest. he did not try to stop you from leaving, instead watched the whole scene of you fixing yourself with a dark red lipstick in a pocket mirror.

you wore maroon slip dress with a slit over you leg paired with black coat for the chilly weather. you hair let down free for the wind to part the strands, minimal jewellery adorning your neck and ears.

a perfect girlfriend material, taehyung had noticed but taehyung would not dare to say it out loud, just to hear you whine around in a small cute pout. the slip dress hugging your curves and the exposed skin looked smooth and kissable.

“i’m leaving,” you stood up, staring down at him. taehyung made no effort to meet your stare. you sniggered at him, hands coming to hold his hair, tugging down slightly to make him face you.

“i’m leaving,” you repeated herself. taehyung looked at you, taking in your features. printing a memory of you tugging at his hair in a completely different situation.

“i heard you the first time, doll” he softly uttered the words to you, your face turning into a frown. your hands left his hair and he watched the perfect girlfriend material walking away from him.

your mood turned sour from his lack of attention, face scowled with no worries about the wrinkle formation in later years, having a slight walk of shame to your car.

the parking space is empty aside from the workers of the restaurant, echoes of your footsteps moving all over the place. you noticed an additional sound of footsteps, making you frown again as there was no other person in the elevator downstairs.

your heart rate started to pick up paces as you took long strides to reach your car. you let out a gasp when you felt a pair of hand grab your wrist, tugging towards the said footsteps.

another hand went up to grab your chin and you saw a glimpse of the guy at the dinner table. he pressed his lips against yours, swallowing your gasp. your hands went up to the previous place, tugging at his hair strands as you kissed him back.

your other hand resting against his chest, mouths moving sensually against his. you’re easily overwhelmed by feeling everything he is pouring into the kiss.

you bit his lower lip, a hiss left from his swollen lips. a punishment for acting too cocky earlier. a soft kiss placed on it for mending the pain of it being too hard, taehyung chuckled into your mouth.

“deserved to be kissed hard for looking this pretty,” taehyung muttered against her lips. small smile creeping up on her, running her fingers against his jawline.

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fanfics4world · 4 months

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Nothing else matters

Word count: 1250

Pairings: Genya Safin x Fem!Reader

Summary: Shadows loom over both of you as you try to escape, you have one thing on your mind, protect her.

You were running through the stone corridors fleeing the darkness, looking for some source of light. You could hear the Nichevo'ya behind you.

Your hand was tightly gripped in Genya's, you were not going to let go, you were not going to lose her because of your brother's madness.

You turned a corner and came to a dead end corridor. You looked at Genya, whose face had an expression of pure terror.

"We're going to die…" she said defeated. You turned and held her face in your hands, lightly stroking her scars.

"No, do you hear me? We're not going to die, I won't allow it," then you saw it, a door to your right, you cursed yourself internally that you hadn't noticed.

"This way," you opened the door and both of you stepped inside, you had reached one of the kitchens. There seemed to be no way out. You heard the Nichevo'ya approaching the door.

No, this would not end like this. You ran to the dumbwaiter at the back and lifted the door, there was space for one person.

"Come in" you said to Genya, she hesitated for a moment, but finally entered the dumbwaiter.

"Y/N, how will we do it, there's only space for one-", before she could finish, you lowered the door and placed a board to lock it.

"Y/N? Y/N?! What are you doing?", Genya desperately tried to open the door, knocking as she watched you through the small mirror of the dumbwaiter.

"You will go up to the kitchens upstairs and wait for everything to pass" you said ignoring Genya's pleas for you to open the door.

"NO! Y/N! Please! I can't lose you, open the door!" tears welled up in Genya's eyes, the sight broke your heart, but it had to be this way.

"Genya, look at me, everything is going to be fine. But you have to promise me that you won't come out until it's completely safe" you said, Genya shook her head, but finally nodded.

You heard the Nichevo'ya knock on the door, they were coming in. "When you come out, find David and meet up with Alina and the others. I will come and get you, I promise" you said placing your hand on the glass.

"I love you Genya" you said before pressing the lever for the freight elevator to go up. You heard her screaming your name, but you snapped back to reality when you saw the kitchen door fly out and two Nichevo'ya coming in.

"Were you guys hungry? I'm afraid we finished all the soup" you said drawing your shadow sword.

"That was… heartwarming…" you saw your brother coming out from behind the Nichevo'ya. "Love… That was always your weakness little sister" Alexander said. You knew Alina wanted to take his life, but if the opportunity presented itself, you would do it yourself.

"At least my weakness was real, and not for the purpose of gaining more power" you replied, you saw Alexander's face become serious.

Genya had told you many times that your words would end up killing you, maybe the time had come.

"Everything I did was to protect us, to protect you!" he shouted, another lie…. This was starting to get repetitive.

"You did it for you, for your own ego. You said you created the shadow to protect the Grisha, and I believed you, I forgave you, because I thought you could change…. But I was wrong, you didn't change Alexander, you simply hid your plans…. And you almost killed us all" you answered.

"It hurts me that you think like that…. But I want you to remember, I gave you a choice" he said before disappearing surrounded by shadows.

[...]

Pain… That was all your body felt…. You fought, you tried, but those monsters were practically indestructible, not even your shadows could protect you.

And there you were, sitting against the kitchen wall, blood emanating from the hole in your abdomen, you would have rather died.

You felt your body numb, unable to move and you felt how with each breath, the next one became more difficult.

With all the pain going through you, you moved your hand and pulled out of your pocket a small black felt box.

Genya always said you should change color, but black would always be with you, even if you didn't want it, a constant reminder of your ancestors' deeds.

You opened the box with the press, and looked sadly at the ring, a red ruby on top.

Genya… The only light that was able to remain in your darkness, the light that guided you to do something you never thought you would experience again… Happiness…

"She's okay, you saved her…" you reminded yourself, and in that moment, nothing mattered. She was your world, and if she was okay, nothing else mattered.

"Y/N? Where are you taking me?" you turned to see Genya, hair was down and she had a smile on her face, there was a black blindfold covering her eyes.

You find yourselves walking through the corridors of the Little Palace, it was night time and everyone else was resting in their rooms.

"I have to show you something, it's a surprise" you said as you pulled her towards one of the balconies.

"Mmmm, I already deduced that from the tape covering my eyes" you couldn't help but laugh, which made Genya's smile widen.

You both stepped out onto the balcony. "Do you trust me?" you asked, you knew the answer, but you loved hearing it.

"Always," she said. You let go of her hand and closed the door. You stood behind her. "Ready?" you asked, Genya nodded. You removed the tape and watched as her eyes lit up.

The stars were shining brightly in the sky, reflecting in her pupils. "It's a beautiful night Y/N" she said looking at you. You grabbed her hand and both of you walked over to the stone railing.

"Despite the darkness of the sky, the stars shine, managing to pierce the darkness. In the old days they were used as maps to reach destinations, as guides" you explained while looking at the sky.

"You are my star Genya Safin, you broke through my darkness and shone, guiding me" you confessed.

Genya turned to look at you and your gazes met, you could get lost in those eyes a hundred times, you loved it.

"You are my light, my guide. You stayed with me despite my darkness, and I can never thank you enough for that" you said clasping her hands.

"But I can promise you that as long as you are with me, I will do everything in my power to make you happy, I will give you the world if you ask me to" you added and you could see how Genya tried not to cry.

"I love you Genya, as I have never loved anyone" you confessed.

Before you could say anything else, Genya's lips caught you. The kiss was sweet, but in that moment all promises were sealed.

Your hands traveled to her waist, pulling her closer to you. That moment was yours, nothing else mattered.

When you parted, your hands remained on her waist, and your foreheads pressed together.

"I don't need the world, because I have you Y/N"

"I love you" she said, in that moment you felt like the happiest person in the world. You were together, she was yours and you were hers.

You blinked several times coming back to reality.

You clenched the ring tightly in your hand.

"Forgive me Genya…", you let the darkness consume you with only one thought in mind.

Her.

A.N: Hello! I know I've been missing for a while, but I'm back with new ideas that I'll upload soon. As always, if you have any ideas or suggestions, write to me

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traffic-light-eyes · 1 year

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just a kid in a big, big world

Words: 1153

It's a bit difficult to look at yourself in the mirror after you grow up so abruptly, huh, Lloyd? Well, aren't you just so glad that you have your family to help you out?

Disclaimer: panic attack, unreliable narrator

Fic under the cut

He's a big kid. Well, he's supposed to be. He has the too-long limbs and the too-deep voice to prove it. He just doesn't really know how to act like one just yet. He's trying, though. Really!

The soft pitter-patter of rainfall hits at his window on the bounty, effectively scrambling his thoughts. Right - he was doing something. Zane called him for breakfast a few minutes ago. What caused his internal rant, though?

He looked down at his body, his bare chest exposed and his pants on the floor. When he looked up, he saw a strange teenage boy in the mirror. He jumped back in surprise, preparing for a fight in his newly-learnt formation. The boy did as well.

His chest started constricting again, the slow, calm breathing he took comfort in picking up in pace. His shoulders shook with the force of his wheeze. His knees trembled and buckled, and he found the floor was rising to meet him.

No, it wasn't rising. He was just falling. Oh. He was falling.

Lloyd, why is he acting like this? He's a big kid. He's supposed to be strong and brave and not scared of his own reflection. No one is scared of their reflection.

He looked back at the mirror. He saw the strange boy again, but this time sitting unsteady on his knees, hands placed firmly on the ground in front of him. He had tears streaming sluggishly down his slim face, cheeks slightly jutting out in the strain of a too-big body for too little skin. His eyes are puffy and red and painfully deep-set from the lack of sleep he had the last few nights.

Tears? When had he started crying?

He hears a high-pitch keening in the distance, muffled by the hands covering his ears. He doesn't remember covering his ears either. What is making that awful screeching sound?

He scritch-scritch-scritches at his ears, hoping somehow, someway, he could stop hearing that terrible sound.

He looks back at the mirror, and through his tearfilled, blurry vision, he makes out colorful family-shaped blobs, making their way into his room.

He feels someone's unnaturally cold hands remove his own hands from his ears, and he whines when he can hear the painful sound again. He tightens his eyes closed, closing his fists tight until he feels the pinpricks of his nails dig deep ridges into the delicate, new skin.

He feels something warm cover him, but it's not a blanket. It's warm and smells faintly of burnt wood, and that cheap cologne that Kai uses. Oh. It's Kai. Kai's hugging him. He melts against the embrace.

He feels a continuous pressure against his thigh, rubbing and soothing the muscle that he hadn't even realized he was clenching so hard. Lloyd puts a hand over the other's and recognizes the patterned lightning scars immediately. One night, he had spent hours tracing the fine lines while sitting in Jay's lap, happily yapping about their favorite comic series together.

Soft music began to play somewhere, low but ever-present in his bedroom. He stopped hearing the screeching a while ago, and he couldn't help feeling confused when his throat started to hurt. His hand is placed upon someone's chest, and he can feel them hum to the song, deep and reassuring.

Warm hands are placed on his wet cheeks - soft, kind, and calloused from the hard labor she does on her mech. She wipes away the steadily depleting tears, shushing him and quieting his mind. He opens his eyes, and she is the first thing he sees.

He sniffles as he looks around more, fully seeing his family. For a few seconds, he just breathes.

"Are you alright, kid?" Kai didn't release him from the warm hug but faced Lloyd towards him.

Lloyd hummed in response, far too tired to give a true answer.

"Would you like to rest for a while, or do you feel up to eat some breakfast?" Zane asked.

In truth, Lloyd didn't know. He really just wanted to sit where he was for a while. He doesn't want to move just yet. He made his thoughts known by holding on tighter to Kai, his head nuzzling its way under his older brother's chin.

"We can stay here if you would rather that, Lloyd," Zane said. It wasn't really a suggestion, more like just letting Lloyd know that they knew what he wanted and that they were going to provide it for him.

Lloyd relaxed a bit, humming more. He fell silent. Kai had thought he had fallen asleep until he heard the meek, sorrowful voice.

"'M sorry," Lloyd mumbled, hiding his face further into Kai's collarbone in shame. "I dunno know why 'm acting like this. 'M sorry."

He heard a soft gasp. "Lloyd, no. Why are you apologizing?" His sister said.

"'M acting like a little kid!" Shouldn't this be obvious? Can't they see him, teary-eyed and trembling in his older brother's lap? Don't they understand? Lloyd isn't a baby anymore. He's the green ninja, sworn protector of Ninjago and destroyer of his own dad. He has an important prophecy to uphold. He can't be acting like this. He can't.

"Lloyd, you are a kid," Jay said. His voice warbled, and Lloyd isn't sure if that's because his hearing is being muffled by Kai's shirt or if, for some reason, Jay decided he was worth enough for him to cry over. When he heard a sniffle from his right, he knew his answer.

Lloyd shook his head, "No. 'm the Green Ninja."

"You can be both. One is not exclusive to the other," Jay tightened his grip on Lloyd hand's when he felt it try to scurry away.

"Nuh-uh," he shook his head again, "I have to keep everyone safe. 'm a big kid. I have to do that now and I don't have time to be a little kid. I have to be a strong, big kid."

He felt the warm arms around him tighten. "Lloyd, for as long as you know me, you will be able to be a kid whenever you want. It doesn't matter how tall you are, how deep your voice gets, or even how strong you are. You are my little brother, Lloyd. Our little greenbean, and nothing will stop us from letting you be the kid you want to be and are. Understood?"

"But Kai -"

"Understood?" The arms tighten, threatening to suffocate him in a warm embrace for all of eternity. Well, now that he thinks about it, that wouldn't be too bad.

Lloyd looks around him at his family that he hadn't even known existed until a few months ago. The family that he now cares for more than life itself. The family he knows loves him so, very dearly.

He looks at them - eyes steadily filling with tears and smile threatening his cheeks. He looks at them and says yes.

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villainessprefect · 1 year

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~Tell It to My Heart~

title: Heedless Hearts

Dialogue #5: “I love you, you idiot!”

Ace x gn!reader

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You're a smart person, really, you are. Ace has seen you solve problems, school related or not, with ease. You're practically a nerd compared to the Heartslabyul duo. Whatever comes your way, you will always find an answer. No matter the cost.

This leads him to wonder if that's what causes you to be reckless all the time. The drive to find a solution, to help someone else who needs it, even at the cost of your own soul. Maybe you weren't all that smart as he thought.

Ace sighs as he looks at your arm. An icicle made a clean cut on your sleeve, slicing it open and brushing against your flesh. Red dared to leak out, but not at an alarming rate.

"Ah," you hiss as your eyes fall on the fresh wound. "I guess I didn't notice this earlier." You wince as you move your arm and opt to let it hang at your side for the time being. "Oh well, it's not the worst that's happened to me."

It's how you say it so nonchalantly that it...bothers him. And he doesn't like the feeling.

"You didn't have to take the hit, ya know? Honestly, it's like you have a death wish or something." Ace shakes his head and grips your arm. He's surprisingly careful, gentle even, as he lifts it up to get a better look. Yeah, it definitely isn't as bad as taking an eel's tail to the gut, but that didn't mean this didn't hurt. "You knew that was meant for me- why did you take it?"

"You were preoccupied." Ace is quick on his feet, and he's got good reflexes, but he isn't invincible. You weren't a target in most magical fights and after watching so many, you think you could pick up on a few tactics these boys resort to. "It would have knocked the wind out of you. Or worse. I got lucky with just a scratch."

You chuckle as if unaware of how your casual tone affects him. Brushing off some light wound that could have been worse right in front of him stings. Maybe you were right about the damage that could have been done, but that doesn't give you the right to sacrifice yourself.

"And if it would have gotten to you instead?" A tinge of anger slips out and he clicks his tongue. He's never been one to hide how he feels, but he dislikes getting angry with you. It makes him feel like shit afterward. Unfortunately, that doesn't stop him from voicing his thoughts. "You said it yourself, you got lucky. What if it was worse?"

You don't respond and your gaze drifts elsewhere. His tone is harsh, almost scolding. But he makes a valid point, as always.

"I'm sorry," you breathe out. "I just wanted to..."

"Help?" He finishes. "I know you want to, but instead of helping others maybe you should, I dunno, help yourself for once? Instead of getting involved and trying to have some savior complex, be selfish for once. Doing all this isn't going to help you in the long run. Besides, do you know how badly it sucks to see you in the infirmary?"

Ace lets out a breath after letting that out. He hates how you seem to curl into yourself, making it look like he is the bad guy here. Is he wrong to point this out? To worry over you? He frees your hand to run a hand through his hair. Guilt is already eating at him as he sees that downcast expression.

He knows you mean well. You're doing your best in a world that isn't your own. But things aren't the same here as in your world. Even he knows that.

"Look," he starts, internally praying that he can save himself. "I get really worried about you, okay? You're like..." Ace shifts, a little uncomfortable. A friend? Yeah. But you're also more than that. "Special."

"Special?" You look up, eyes filled with confusion upon hearing something sweeter after that brutal truth.

"Yes, you're special. In a good way. Even if you do make the cool look uncool. And if you don't believe it, then I'll prove it to you. Cuz I love you, you idiot."

A pause.

Your cheeks turn red.

His mirror yours.

"See? You made me do a totally uncool and unplanned confession."

"...You mean it?"

Ace is almost in disbelief until he remembers his track record. Okay, so maybe a couple of fibs here and there would come back to bite him in the ass, but...seriously?! Maybe he shouldn't have done this, but he needed to make a point and get it through that thick skull of yours somehow.

"Yeah, I mean it. Don't make me repeat it..." Ace clicks his tongue. Now he's feeling shy? Lame. It's nothing he can't shake off though. "So, what? Are you going to believe me now? Maybe take care of yourself a little more cuz you have someone like me in your life. Or are you going to break my heart?" Cue the overly dramatic sad pouting.

"Hey!" You huff. If your arm wasn't injured, you would have playfully hit his. "I...I'll take care of your heart with all of mine."

Ace's act disappears in an instant. "Oh? Are you sure? That's very bold of you to say so~!" He hums. "You can gush about how much you'll take care of me while we bandage up your silly little mistake. And I'm not taking no for an answer!"

#twisted wonderland #ace trappola #twisted wonderland x reader #ace trappola x reader #gn reader #twst x reader #twst #ace trappola x you #heartslabyul #request #tell it to my heart event

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wonlouvre · 2 years

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can you make a pt.2 of friday evenings jeonghan au with angst but a happy ending??

friday evenings pt.2 | y. jh.

pairing: jeonghan x g.n. reader genre: fluff with a hint of angst warnings: reader almost cries word count: 1.3k+

💌: i know i should post a little something for wonwoo’s birthday but i have been working on this for a while so here you go anon! i apologize again for taking a while. thank you for requesting! here’s the link of the first part!

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You honestly don’t know where you and Jeonghan stand after your last Friday evening confession. You don’t know whether this whole fake dating thing is still going on or he just kept quiet because he has nothing else to say. Other than rejecting you, perhaps. The two of you parted ways like how you used to and just continued like nothing happened. Some of your peers would believe the awkwardness was because you guys just argued and to be honest, that’s much better instead of walking on eggshells around each other.

However, on this particular Friday evening, the rain is pouring and Jeonghan just dropped a warm set of clothing on your freezing lap for you to change to for obvious reasons. You got caught in the downpour and he just happened to save you.

“Change.”

Your eyes blink while your lips remain shut as you try to grasp how you even ended up in his apartment of all places. Right, his apartment is the nearest from campus and being the Yoon Jeonghan that he is, he never takes no for an answer. You don’t know how you still forget.

“Y/N,” you hear him call out, making you look up. He hasn’t called your name since last week and it’s kind of giving a pang in your heart. Jeonghan raises his left eyebrow and tilts his head towards the bathroom. “You have to change or else you’re going to get sick.”

You nod silently and finally stand up from the couch. You carefully walk past him, absolutely embarrassed over the fact that you are messing the floors of his apartment by the puddle you’re leaving behind. You can’t believe you have clammed up against him.

Once you’re locked inside the bathroom, you check the time on your phone. 11:17 pm, it read and you could only sigh in defeat. You don’t really want to stay here through the night, but you clearly don’t have a choice when the last bus will stop by within 30 minutes and you’re still here at Jeonghan’s place. Looking at your reflection in the mirror, you disregard every single thought that’s worrying you and just proceed with cleaning and drying yourself up. You will deal with Jeonghan later. Or tonight. Who knows. You just want this, whatever this may be, to be over with.

But then, you remembered. You’re technically not welcome here because Jeonghan didn’t even say anything else other than order you to change. He might be just waiting for the rain to stop before he tells you you could leave. You groan internally as your hand grips the doorknob before twisting it open. Maybe you should just really go and save yourself from further embarrassment.

But, Jeonghan bringing an extra pillow and blanket on his couch is what greets you as you exit the bathroom.

“You can sleep on my bed while I take the couch,” he says and he doesn’t even look at you, fluffing the pillow up as if it’s some sort of a distraction. Jeonghan is smart and you are as well. It’s not that difficult to not notice him doing everything to avoid your eyes.

“Jeonghan,” you say his name with your eyes following him as he walks back to his bedroom. He doesn’t look at you again and only hums. You’re going frustrated and at the same time, hurt, and it’s not the best mixture of feelings ever. You feel like you’re about to burst into tears.

“Jeonghan,” you call again and this time he finally looks at you. You thought you could act brave enough to confront him, but the moment you meet his eyes, you grow weak. But, you have to say something. “What is the matter with you?”

Jeonghan’s eyebrows visibly furrow and you can’t pinpoint if he’s angry or just confused. His lips are on a thin line and you take that as your cue to continue.

“Ever since last Friday, you have been acting strange and I just…” you pause, your voice failing you. Hearing the broken crack of your voice, Jeonghan immediately takes a step forward, but you raise your hand just as quickly, making him stop from taking another step. “If… if you don’t like me back, it’s okay. Just tell me, because honestly? You, not saying anything is the worst. It’s hurting me.”

Now, it’s your turn to avoid his gaze.

Your eyes cast down on the floor and it seems like Jeonghan’s silence is more than enough for you to just accept that tonight must be it. The ending of your Friday evenings.

You release a defeated sigh, but unbeknownst to you, Jeonghan already took steps forward to engulf your body in his arms. His one arm is around your waist while he brought the other one up to gently caress the back of your head, catching you by surprise.

Your whole body almost freezes against his touch, but once you feel his warmth, your shoulders instantly relax.

For a moment, the two of you share a comforting silence. You didn’t wrap your arms around Jeonghan’s torso yet, but your nose is already snuggled against his collarbone, basking in his scent. Your favorite scent.

But then again, Yoon Jeonghan wouldn’t be Yoon Jeonghan without his playful remarks.

“Your pretty head shouldn’t overthink,” he whispers against the side of your head, just above your ear. His voice is teasing, making you punch his abdomen lightly. He’s faster than you though, holding your wrist and guiding them around his neck.

Jeonghan smiles at you when your eyes finally meet his again. You don’t smile back, your eyes searching and reading the expression of his face to see if he’s really just playing with you and your feelings.

He notices and he realizes he’s done enough to make you worry. He bumps his forehead against yours before stealing a chaste kiss on your lips. You gasp and push a hand up against his chest.

“Are you being serious right now?” You ask, eyes glaring at him.

“Okay, okay,” Jeonghan says and holds you tighter, preventing you from pulling away. “I’m sorry.”

“I don’t think that’s what I was asking for,” you complain with lips pouting.

“I wasn’t done talking,” Jeonghan argues, poking his tongue out to tease you more. You roll your eyes, but wait for him nonetheless.

“I know there’s no excuse for being distant over the past few days, but I am really sorry, Y/N,” he continues and cradles your cheek, thumb rubbing soft circles on your cheekbone. “It might sound unbelievable, but I was afraid and thought you deserve someone else. Someone who didn’t ambush you to go on a fake date with.”

You frown. “But, I do like you.”

Jeonghan chuckles and nods, finding you adorable despite the crease between your eyebrows. “I know, baby. I like you too.”

“Then, what’s the problem?” You ask, genuinely confused.

Jeonghan shakes his head and smiles. “Nothing, nothing.”

“Look,” you say with a short intake of breath. “I really like you and I’m beyond elated you like me back. But, I don’t want to force this if we’re not on the same page.”

“You’re so cute,” Jeonghan groans before holding you in a bone crushing hug once again. “I just told you there’s nothing wrong. Of course, I’m on the same page as you!”

“Then, start acting like it!” You shout back, voice muffled by his chest.

Jeonghan only giggles and no matter how hard you try, you couldn’t help but giggle as well. His smile is triumphant but most importantly relieved upon hearing you sounding happy again because it broke his heart to hear how sad you were earlier. He has a lot of making up to do and he promises to fulfill them one by one. Starting right now.

“Y/N,” he calls before leaning close to your face again. “I really like you.”

“Jeonghan,” you whisper, the tip of your nose brushing against his. “I like you too. Even though you're such a pain in the ass.”

Jeonghan lets your insult slide and just leans down to kiss you fully.

To more Friday evenings together.

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khajiit-apologist · 4 months

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to woo

gorefic, listen to paprika

word count: 1,525

part 2 part 3

There was a pause. He wasn’t looking at her, just fiddling with his gauntlet. It was foggy, a reflection of her mind.

“You’re a good person, Gore.” Samhain almost whispered it.

“Thank you…it’s hard to accept that sometimes. But when you say it, I believe you. Listen…do you mind if I hold your hand again?” He paused again, “I think you’re the nicest person I’ve ever met.” Gore met her eyes.

I think you’re the nicest person I’ve ever met. His words echoed in her mind. Her eyes widened, she didn’t even try to hide it. Her eyes darted to his hands. Did he know what that meant? No, of course not. He sucked in a breath waiting on an answer. She stepped back, almost as if catching herself. Her head felt hot, her hands twitched. He was the first person she met. Sure she has ‘met’ plenty of people, but they were employers. People who needed a bear or bandit killed. He did not need anything from her. He never did. He started to take off the gauntlet he was fidgeting with. I can't, I don't know how. In Dawnstar it was different, she didn’t know why she asked if he loved her.

“Yeah, ok.” She met his eyes again, the corners of her mouth twitched upwards, “I don't really know what to say though.”

“Of course. You don’t need to say anything.” He smiled. It calmed her nerves a bit. His eyes softened.

Gods I am doomed. She looked at her gloved hand. At the docks she didn’t take it off, it was too cold. Now though it was different. She pulled at the fingers of the glove. Time seemed to move slowly. When it was loose she gave one final pull, exposing her hand. Staring at it, she felt naked, as if she stood there exposed. Blood rushed to her fingertips, her hand mirrored her flushed face. The air was cool, the fog seemed thicker. He lifted his hand towards her, and slid her hand into his. He wrapped her hand as if they had done this many times before. Skin on skin. Their fingers intertwined, instinctively she twitched. Does he know it’s new to her too? He didn’t believe that she was just as clueless. Maybe even more so. Internally screaming, she just stared at their hands. Can he feel my pulse? He led her to a rock that looked over a forest. It was breathtaking. The trees stuck out of the fog like large green beacons. They sat down. She couldn’t look at him. He was looking at her, waiting for her to say something. Though maybe her silence said more than she would have liked. His mind raced too. She was back to staring at their hands. He did too. She squeezed, as if her life depended on it. I don’t want to love you. Do I? She hated it. How her cheeks flushed when he was near. How her head got hot. How she wanted to reach out to him, and keep him close. How much she cared. Does he feel the same? Am I mad? She closed her eyes. Listening to the leaves rustle in the wind. She didn’t know why she hated it. It was something she has never experienced. She had loved so many people, but this was different. Sure her family loves her, and she thinks her friends do too. What she felt for Gore made her stomach tighten, but her heart soars. It was hard, because it was new. She let out a breath she didn’t realize she was holding. She opened her eyes again and finally looked at him. All the thoughts stopped. He was looking at her. He softly smiled, using his whole face to do so. She looked into his eyes, and it felt like they were the only people on Nirn. Does he see me? Who I am, what I am thinking?

“I-.” Love you, but the words didn’t come. Her courage was lost in the wind, and her mouth was dry. By the look on his face he seemed to understand.

He squeezed her hand, she loosened her grip some. He laughed, “We’re doomed.” The laugh was to ease the tension. His words echoed her thoughts.

“I want to tell you something.” She looked over the forest again, “If you want to hear. About Dawnstar.”

“Of course.” He shifted.

“After you, um, turned yourself in; I went to the shore.” She rubbed her thumb over his. “I sat there. For a long time.”

“I know. Felt like ages I was in there.” She could hear that he was still smiling.

“I cried.” Her eyes went back to their hands. His fingers twitched. “I didn’t know what to do. I realized…” She paused, Gods this is hard, “I realized I loved you. Told myself I’d never see you again. I thought I wouldn’t.”

She cried. He felt horrible, “How long?” Did he really want to know?

“Hours it must have been. I didn’t know what to do.” She bit her bottom lip, “I can stop.” She turned her head towards him quickly. She never wanted to tell him, but knew it was important. Emotions flurried that day, she felt as if she were in the eye of the storm now. Seeing the storm surround her now.

“No, don't. I want to know, I want to hear it.” He said it so quietly. It isn’t fair you listen to my problems and I can’t hear about yours. He couldn't say it.

“I have never cared about someone like…this.” It felt juvenile, “Sometimes I feel two opposite things at once. I mean I do love you, I just don’t know how.” And it scares me. She looked at his expression, he looked concerned yet focused. “I don’t know what commitment would even look like. I watched the sea and everything felt heavy. I felt alone. I wondered what you were thinking. I wondered if I should forgive you; for leaving.” She pursed her lips waiting for a reaction, eyes watching his.

“I’m sorry, Sam.” His face sank.

She squeezed his hand again, “I’m not done.” She looked away again, “I have forgiven you. I don’t think I need to.” She faced him again, he was tense she could tell. “Soon I just cried. Not because of you, but just because I needed to.” She looked away ashamed, “I was so scared to be alone again. I love you so much, so much it hurts. I am content to just be with you here, like this.” She moved closer, their shoulders touched. She leaned her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes. “I’ll wait for you, Gore. But you might have to wait for me too.”

“Yeah. I don’t expect us both to be ready at the same time.” He leaned his head on her’s.

“You’re my best friend, my blood. That comes before anything.” She smiled, “You’re my first friend, and I don’t want to lose that.”

The thought took him by surprise. She had always spoken like she never had many friends, but he never really thought about it. He almost felt bad, purely because of who he is; who he was. He couldn’t imagine being without her, being alone. To hear her say she felt the same meant more than words could describe. Sometimes she was the one who kept him moving. Every act of kindness was effortless, he felt he had to try. He looked at her hand. It felt surreal. Nothing like this has happened to him, it was something he only ever dreamed about. He just remembers the first time she caught him staring at her. She smiled, more like beamed. As if she was hoping it would happen. He always stared at the back of her head, hoping she would turn and he could see her smile. He saw when her fingers twitched when she was nervous or upset, wishing he could just take her hand. When she talked he would sometimes close his eyes, to just listen, to hear her. There were so many things she would do that he noticed. They were content with just being silent, together.

“I think, no matter what or how we end up, I will always love you.” He rubbed his cheek on her hair. Their bodies relaxed, “You saved me.” He whispered it, almost hoping she didn’t hear him. He has said it before, but now it feels different to say.

“Just…it’s a pause right? Not the end.” She moved her head to look at him. Their faces were so close.

“Yeah, I think so. We just have things to figure out. I want to be there for you. I want…to be here for you.” He glanced away then back, as if waiting for something.

“Me too.” She looked over the forest again, then looked back, “You can always lean on me, and I’ll always lean on you.” With her other hand she moved some hair out of his face. They went back to how they were, just looking at the view. Leaning on each other.

#gore skyrim #oc samhain #skyrim #skyrim oc #skyrim gore

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