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Hey can you please write a story for me about the reader wanting to please her self well Rhea was on the plane coming home from a show. But when Rhea comes home she finds you breaking one of the rules and intense to push you.

Bonus: could the reader give Rhea some Messy oral.

WARNINGS: 18+ SMUT!! (oral, bondage, handcuffs, usage of strap-on, dildo, slight praise and degradation)

Word Count: 2,427

Reader's POV

It had been a long day, with a lot of pent-up stress and frustration. Not to mention, I had been sexually frustrated for the whole two weeks my girlfriend has been away now.

Rhea had a rule though, I could touch myself, but under no circumstances was I allowed to fill myself with anything. That was for her and her only. As far as rules go it was a pretty mild one.

I generally didn't do much of anything without her anyway and she knew that so the rules were pretty lax, but tonight just seemed like it would be one of those nights.

Getting home from work, I immediately threw my shoes towards the closet, too tired to even bother throwing them inside. My purse was placed on the counter as I happily greeted the dogs.

Having made sure that the pups were happily fed I then walked towards the master bath, deciding that a nice hot bath would do wonders.

Smelling salts, bubbles, music, and candles set the mood for me as I settled in. Closing my eyes I hummed along to the lyrics of whatever Motionless in White song was quietly playing as I thought of my girlfriend.

She was supposed to be back earlier this afternoon but had gotten held up with some work thing and now wasn't supposed to be home until tomorrow or possibly the day after and I was tired of waiting.

Sliding a hand up my stomach and over the mound of my breast I gently toyed with a nipple. My other hand roamed over my thigh, drawing circles on the inside with my thumb just like Rhea would normally do.

My core began to ache and I craved my toys, which were only second best but better than nothing.

Hastily climbing out of the tub and pulling the plug for the water to drain, I dried myself off (taking care to blow out the candles) before making my way to my and Rhea's shared bedroom.

I walked over to the giant dresser, squatting down to open up the bottom drawer filled with toys.

Eventually, I landed on 'fuck the rule' and picked out a medium-sized purple dildo. It wasn't my favorite, but it would have to do until Rhea came back with her strap-on and fingers.

Feeling a little bit adventurous now, I walked over to the big mirror hanging on the wall in front of the throne in our bedroom.

Getting down on my knees, I used the suction cup on the bottom of the dildo and stuck it to the mirror.

I began to gently stroke the purple dildo before taking it into my mouth, coating it in my own saliva. I pulled back, spitting on it before massaging the spit around its girth.

Reaching down between my legs, I traced the lips of my pussy before moving inwards and beginning to rub my clit.

I thought of Rhea and how she would look between my legs, watching me get wetter and wetter for her as I got off to her. How her lips would feel on the inside of my thigh, coating me in black lipstick after winning a match.

Beginning to feel my wetness drip down my leg I turned myself away from the mirror and backed up into it, looking back just long enough to direct the dildo's tip to my entrance. I rocked back on my knees and seated myself on it.

I had now officially broken Rhea's rule but it felt so good that I couldn't just stop now.

I fucked myself on the mirror as I switched between massaging my clit and my nipples. I was beginning to feel the familiar tightening in my gut. I was so close. I kept my eyes on the carpet below me as I began to pant slightly, a light sheen coating my skin.

Suddenly my head was jerked backward, towards the sky, by the roots of my hair. My eyes watered from the slight burning pain. But there, in all her glory, stood my pissed-off girlfriend.

Immediately I stopped in my tracks, my face dropped and lost all its color. I was so fucked, and not in a good way.

"H-hey, babe." I smiled nervously up at her. She wasn't supposed to be there for at least another few hours.

"What are you doing?" She asked me rhetorically, raising a perfectly manicured eyebrow.

"Nothing." I tried nonchalantly. Much to my dismay, as I said that a large droplet of my secretion slid down around the dildo, which was still fake balls deep inside of me, and hit the floor.

Unfortunately, because of just how smart I am having chosen a mirror, Rhea managed to get both a front and back row seat to just how wet I was.

Squatting down to be eye level with me, Rhea dropped the handful of hair she had fisted, now opting to grab my chin instead.

"I thought we'd talked about this." She chided disapprovingly.

I pretended to think about it for a second before innocently responding, "You know, we might've. Probably just slipped my mind."

Not liking this answer, she gripped my shoulders and pulled me away from the mirror, dislodging the dildo from my pussy where it had so graciously set up camp while I talked with Rhea.

I moaned as it slid out, slapping against the mirror wetly as it dripped with my lube. Missing its warmth I looked up at Rhea, pleading with my eyes.

"Nuh-uh." She tutted me. "You know the rules."

Sliding her hand up the back of my neck, she grabbed a fistful of hair at the roots and dragged me towards her, forcing me to stand up.

Now standing on my feet, my legs were shaking terribly. To the point where it was extremely noticeable and drew Rhea's attention.

Looking down at my trembling limbs, a small smirk grew on her face. She gently kicked one of my feet, telling me to spread my legs apart.

I did as she told me and spread my legs. I could feel my secretion, (only made worse by Rhea) as it slid between the folds of my pussy, dripping down onto the floor.

"You're such a slut. Now, is that for Mami? Or is it for that filthy cock?" Rhea growled at me, tugging my head back to look her in the eye.

I whimpered quietly in pain before answering her, "For you, Mami. Only and always you."

Rhea grinned at me and slid her hand from the roots of my hair to my neck, gripping it like a vice. Guiding me by my neck, she turned us around and walked me backward towards the bed.

The backs of my legs hit the bedframe, stopping me in my tracks as I slightly bent backward as Rhea kept coming closer.

Looking me up and down, Rhea reached her other hand up and placed it just below my belly button. Taking her time, she slid her hand further up my stomach, stopping just below my ribs before pushing me down to lay on my back on the bed.

She then tapped my knee, motioning that she wanted me further up on the bed. I followed suit, scooting up towards the top of the bed, and laying my head at the bottom of the pillows.

Rhea began to undress, never breaking her eye contact with me as she did so. She slipped off her shirt and shorts before dropping her panties, leaving her lacy black bra on.

Getting up onto the bed on her knees, she crawled forward so that she was above me. Her hands lay just above my shoulders holding her up as my hips lay between her knees.

"Since you're just so eager to please yourself, you're going to have to wait now. I'm going first." Rhea spoke lowly.

I nodded hungrily as I tried my best to maintain eye contact and keep my hands to myself.

The only thing I liked more than my own orgasms were hers, and I'd do anything to be the one giving them to her.

"Please Mami, let me pleasure you," I begged, just wanting to taste her.

Rhea ran her tongue along the edges of her teeth in thought before patting my cheek in approval.

Grabbing the pillow that was just above my head, she threw it to the floor so that there wouldn't be as many obstacles before crawling up the bed, her wet pussy now just inches from my face as she held herself above me.

"And what do you do if you need to breathe?" Rhea asked me, demanding that I answer before we keep going. She could be cruel sometimes but safety was important to her.

"Tap twice."

"Good girl," she purred, her knees sliding apart as she dropped down onto my face. My hands immediately came up to grip her tatted thighs, holding on like they were my lifeline as hers went into my hair.

I breathed in her scent as I immediately stuck my tongue out, lapping at her wetness. My nose rubbed up against her clit, causing her to moan and grip my hair harder, only encouraging me.

Wanting to please her, I stuck my tongue into her pussy and began thrusting in and out, faster and harder each time. My left hand gripped her thigh for leverage as I brought my right hand to her clit, switching between gentle and rough.

I was starting to run out of air but I'd rather die than be pulled away from her. Luckily, I could tell she was close and thrust my tongue even faster, adding in two fingers as my thumb continued to massage her clit.

Hitting her climax, Rhea exploded all over my face, her legs shaking and tightening around my head as I continued to gently lap at her, helping her ride it out.

She laid back on my stomach, her head on my thighs as I continued cleaning her up. She spread her legs further apart to give me some room to finally breathe as she caught her own breath.

I could both see and feel the strings of her cum as she was pulled away from my lips. Her having left my face a sticky mess of pleasure.

Deciding that she was clean enough, Rhea rolled off of me to sit on her knees next to my stomach.

A look of contemplation came over her face before she got up and walked over to the drawer of toys.

I lifted my head to see what she was grabbing but she was intentionally blocking my view to prevent me from doing just that.

I laid my head back down and waited for her to come back. And when she did, she held a pair of purple fuzzy handcuffs.

Smiling devilishly, she secured each of my hands into a cuff above my head before tying each of my feet to the end pillars of the bed frame using the rope that was permanently situated there.

As much as I was growing nervous as she continued tying me up, I grew excited too.

I was already so close to orgasming that just a single sensual touch from her would send me over at this point.

Hell, just having her come multiple times on or by me would make me come myself, no touches required.

Finally securing the ropes to where she wanted them, Rhea looked up at me, grinning as she saw the growing discomfort on my face.

"Use your words, Princess." She teased as she trailed the tips of her fingernails across the inside of my thigh, tracing circles as she went higher.

"Mami, please. Please, fuck me Mami." I pleaded hungrily.

I made grabby hands from where my wrists were cuffed above my head, motioning to her that I wanted her bra off.

She chuckled lowly before reaching back and unclasping it, sensually slipping it over her breasts and down her stomach before tossing it over her shoulder to the floor.

"Mami, you're teasing." I groaned in impatience and wiggled around for just the slightest bit of friction at this point.

She gripped my hip, hard, to stop me from moving, her other hand taking hold of my throat.

"No, I'm not." She stated gruffly as she harshly inserted her ring and middle finger into me with the hand that was previously holding my hip.

I gasped as her fingers entered me and immediately began pumping at a quickened pace.

Her fingers mercilessly pounded in and out of me, my gasping and whimpering only encouraging Rhea to add another finger, going even harder and faster.

She never failed to make me a writhing, moaning mess. And I was so close. "Mami, please. I'm almost there." I moaned, begging her.

Suddenly, Rhea fully stopped everything she was doing and pulled her fingers out of me. I whined at the loss of contact after being so fucking close to coming and looked at her in confusion and desperation.

"What? You didn't really think you'd get away that easy did you?" She questioned me. "Close your eyes."

Begrudgingly, I did as she said and closed my eyes. Not two minutes later I felt her hoist up my legs by the back of my thighs, along with her using her fingers to slightly stretch my opening again.

My eyes flew open as I felt something much bigger than her fingers be inserted into me. I looked to where Rhea was and my mouth watered as I saw her kneeling in front of me, my legs propped around her hips, on the bed, wearing her strap-on. I threw my head back, closing my eyes in ecstasy as she tore into me, fucking me hard and fast with her strap.

"Mami, I'm close," I whined. I always had to have her permission to come and I was ready and wanting.

Rhea smirked at me as she picked up the pace, bringing one of her hands up to massage my clit. "Go ahead, Sweetheart." With the added stimulation on my clit I came almost immediately after being given permission. My legs shook violently as Rhea slowed down a bit, helping me ride it out. I gasped for air as my orgasm ripped it out of my lungs.

She began to untie my legs before climbing on top of me to undo the handcuffs.

I stared up at her in awe as she did so, still trying to catch my breath.

She noticed my staring and got off me, opting to sit next to me instead. Brushing a piece of hair off my sticky forehead she leaned down, mere centimeters from my lips. "If you're going to pleasure yourself when I'm not home, at least next time facetime me. Yeah?"

I nodded my head at her, agreeing to anything and everything she could ever say, relishing in the sweet kiss she gave me in response. Maybe I should break the rules more often.

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dragonwritersblog · 11 months

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I started this short bowuigi little mermaid au thing a few days ago as a little something to help me feel better cause my depression was basically being like ‘hey, wanna feel ten times worse than usual?’ It was to be a short little thing to self-indulge with, YET IT SOMEHOW IS OVER 5K WORDS, FUCKING HOW?!?!?!?!? Anyways, enjoy. (Edit, to the person who pointed out that Junior said Luigi's name before Bowser finds out, you're a real one and I just fixed it thanks xx).

In the surface land, Bowser is trying to get Princess Peach to marry him because he sees her as the ‘perfect bride’ for him to be happy but she’s not having it.

“Isn’t she lovely Kamek, her golden hair, the way she glides when she moves. Plus, she would be a perfect mother for Junior!”

“Sire, she threw a shoe at your head the last time you proposed to her.”

“…and?”

“Seriously Papa?”

Yeah, Kamek and Junior are starting to get sick of it.

Meanwhile, in the ocean, Mario and Luigi’s parents rule the seven seas. While Mario is more adventurous and outgoing, Luigi is more content to stay under the sea (you’re allowed to hate me for that terrible pun).

See, unlike Ariel, Luigi is deathly afraid of the surface land as he’s heard about all about the terrifying Bowser and what he’s willing to do to get what he wants to he wants to stay as far as possible from there.

“There’s nothing to be scared of Luigi, I’d be able to keep you safe if we were ever near the surface.”

“N-no way! W-what if B-Bowser’s there a-an-d-d gets mad a-at us f-or t-t-t-trespassing! I-I’ll be fine here with Ma and Pa.”

(Luigi also has long hair cause I’m a sucker for long-haired Luigi.)

Que King Boo, a ghostly underwater sea monster who wants to take over both the land and sea but isn’t powerful enough to do so. He knows that Luigi means a lot to his family, so he decides to pull a devious trick to distract them from their duties so he can take over the throne.

“Well, well, well, despite how much of a cowardly shrimp he is, this little prince could be of use to me.”

He uses Polterpup (a ghost sea-lion pup that is able to turn into a dog if he goes to the surface land) to distract Luigi, making him think that a dog had fallen into the sea and needs help. Luigi follows the sound of the distressed barking, hoping to help the innocent animal when suddenly, he’s captured by Boo’s minions and with the limited power that he has, he uses it to turn Luigi into a human to make him unable to return home. That way, while Luigi’s family will be looking for their son, he can try and take over the underwater kingdom and use that power to take over the surface land. Just to make sure that Luigi doesn’t tell anyone, King Boo steals Luigi’s voice and sends him to the edge of the Darklands.

“Bwa-ha-ha-ha-ha! Try going home and telling your mommy and daddy about this one princey! Oh wait, you can’t!”

However, since King Boo’s powers are still weak there is a way that the spell can be reserved so he purposely neglects to tell Luigi that the spell can be broken with true love’s kiss.

Luigi is distraught and terrified, already afraid of the surface land and is now forced to live there with no way of being able to ask for help.

Feeling guilty, Polterpup decides to help Luigi get used to his human legs and brings him a rag from a ship to help make into some makeshift clothes.

Meanwhile, Bowser and Junior are minding their own business at the shore of the Darklands when suddenly, Junior sees an unfamiliar human struggling to stand on his own two feet.

“Look Dad! There’s a human, like Peach!”

He gets a bit over excited and runs from his dad to go see Luigi.

Luigi, still frightened and wary of surface creatures (and the fact that this is Bowser’s son! So, if the king sees him with Junior, he could burn him to a crisp!) he gets spooked easily by the child and fumbles his way onto a rock. Polterpup stands in front of Luigi to create some distance with the overzealous child. Eventually, Bowser makes his way over to see what all the fuss is about.

“Junior, what have I told you about running off?!”

“But look Papa, it’s another human! I’ve never seen another human before apart from Peach!”

Bowser suddenly notices Luigi, who ducks behind Polterpup, trying to hide as much of himself as he can.

Bowser is taken aback, like Junior, Peach is the only human he’s seen so he’s never had the chance to formally get to know another one. He sees that the human is a bit skittish, so he tries to be as unintimidating as possible.

“Uh, hey there, sorry about Junior, he has the tendency to get overexcited sometimes.”

“Hey!”

Luigi is still unsure; he’s only ever heard tales about how the king of the koopas was able to be rid of his enemies just with one swipe of his claw. So, seeing him up close makes him want to piss himself.

Bowser can see that the human is still nervous, though he’s a little bit offended, he can’t really blame the human for being scared.

“Did you, uh, get in a shipwreck? Cause I can see that the only thing you’re dressed in is a sail.”

Luigi finally peaks his head out and nods a little bit, wondering why the koopa hasn’t done anything to him yet. Junior is suddenly asking him a lot of questions.

“Woah, you got in a shipwreck?! That’s so cool! Was there tons of thunder and lightning?! Did your ship light on fire?! Your dog is so cool! Is he a ghost?!”

Startled again, Luigi nearly falls off the rock until Bowser catches him. Luigi suddenly starts trembling both from fear and the cold. The king notices this and tries to ask him if he’s alright to try and loosen the tension, but the human is silent.

“What’s wrong? Can’t talk or something?”

He says that sarcastically and laughs a little to try and make the human do so as well, but he takes one look in the human’s eyes and realises that he actually can’t.

“Oh, I see.”

Luigi is hugging himself at this point, wanting to run and hide but he was getting colder and colder by the minute. Bowser then decides to take the human back to the castle to get him warmed up and a little bit less scared.

“Don’t worry, Kamek and Kammy will know how to help you. You’ll be feeling better soon.”

That gets Luigi to look up at the king with curiosity as Bowser carries him back to the castle with Junior and Polterpup by his side. The great ferocious king was holding him ever so gently and promising to help him, he doesn’t know how to feel at this point.

As soon as Kamek and Kammy see Luigi shivering and drenched, they are instantly ‘grandparents mode activated. They take Luigi from Bowser and lead the human into bathroom, (Bowser totally didn’t want to carry him there) Kamek makes him tea and gives Luigi a few biscuits while Kammy is drawing a warm bubble bath for him.

“Here you are now, its not much but it will help fill and warm you up a little bit.”

Luigi has never tasted land food before; he finds it to be quite nice. He even enjoys the bath, letting the water heat him up and blowing on the bubbles. Kammy finds the site adorable.

“The poor thing, washing up from a shipwreck must’ve been so terrifying for you, especially if you heard about the reputation of the Darklands. Don’t worry, we just want to help you feel better and feel comfortable here.”

Kamek comes into the room holding a few dresses and suits, asking the human which one he’d like to wear for dinner. Although Luigi didn’t need to wear clothes as a mermaid, he does know that land creatures wear them all the time. He instantly chooses one of the dresses (because gender norms don’t exist, and Luigi is allowed to wear whatever the fuck he wants!)

Later, Kammy is helping Luigi get changed while Kamek, Junior and Bowser are in the dining room talking about Peach again.

“All I’m saying sire is that it might be due time to stop pursuing the princess. She had already disagreed to your other proposals, and I don’t see her agreeing any time soon.”

“I can’t just give up on her Kamek, Peach makes me feel things that I’ve never felt for anyone. I will marry her, one day.”

As if right on time, Kammy and Luigi are there, the former ushering in the shy man.

“Don’t be so nervous darling, you look lovely!”

Luigi then steps into the room, wearing a beautiful green dress (a green version of Ariel’s pink dress) with Polterpup by his side to keep him company.

Bowser is starstruck, he’s never seen a human look this beautiful before.

“Y-you look amazing.”

Luigi blushes, still nervous but the compliment gives him butterflies.

“Come sit next to me human!”

Junior takes his hand and leads him next to his seat, which happens to also be next to Bowser’s at the head of the table. To try and take his mind off the fact that he’s sitting next to Bowser, Luigi starts focusing on the plates and cutlery, he’s never really seen that many human artefacts before so it’s all so intriguing to him (expect when Mario brings back some from his adventures, but he doesn’t really know what they are either.)

Bowser becomes amused at Luigi’s curiosity for the simple objects he had, his appreciation for things that seem to be mundane gives him a swell of pride.

“I guess my silverware is kinda nice, isn’t it?”

Luigi immediately puts the fork don’t and hides under his hair, afraid that he might have disrespected the king, but Bowser is quick to reassure him that he doesn’t mind.

“It’s just that no one else I know is fascinated by these types of things, so its nice to see someone that it.”

Luigi peers out from his hair, a small smile forming from the king’s praise. Kamek picks up on the tension and decides to do some *matchmaking*.

“Since our guest will be staying for a while, perhaps we should help him feel more comfortable with a tour of the kingdom…Bowser?”

“Papa, are you listening?”

Bowser breaks out of his trance, not even realising he was staring at the human. He couldn’t help it; he’s not seen that many and this one was just so fascinating.

“Ah, yes, a tour sounds great! If you would like one?”

Luigi thinks for a bit and nods. If he was wrong about the king, then maybe he was wrong about the kingdom and surface land and should give it a chance.

Kamek nods at that, pleased with his work. Kammy shoots him a thumbs up for his work.

Later, while Luigi is getting ready for bed, he watches Bowser with Junior as they play in the courtyard. Bowser notices him watching and waves at him. Embarrassed that he was caught, Luigi shyly waves back and backs away from the balcony. He’s wearing a cotton nightgown that Kammy had given him, as well as a glass of water from Kamek in case he gets thirsty during the night. This is also his first time laying in a bed, he’s never felt anything so soft in his life! He falls asleep as soon as he puts his head on the pillow, feeling a bit more hopeful after today.

Back in the ocean, Mario and his family are frantically searching for his brother, terrified that something bad happened to him. He decides to go to the surface land, specifically from the Mushroom Kingdom, and ask their princess for help and if he’s washed up there. It also helps that he’s heard so much about her kindness and beauty and…wake up Mario, focus on the mission at hand.

Back on the surface lands, Bowser takes Luigi on a tour of his kingdom, Polterpup by his feet through the all thing. At first, Luigi is still a bit unsure about the koopas, but soon he becomes a bit more curious. He goes up to some of the food stand giving away free sample and decides to try a little bit of fruit, it’s a bit tangy but still pretty good. He even sees a puppet show for the first time, not knowing how the little puppets are moving, he pulls one of a koopa’s hand, fascinated with how it works. A few koopa children then come up to him and ask to do his hair, having never seen another human before with his like his. He agrees and let the children tie up his hair in a French braid along with a few faux white flowers to go with the new dress he’s wearing. Bowser is watching from afar, his jaw dropping when Luigi’s hairstyle is revealed, his heart skipping a beat when Luigi does a twirl.

“Wow, you…you look beautiful greenie.”

Luigi blushes at the compliment.

The two suddenly hear music and see a few performers starting to play on their instruments as koopas, goombas and shy guys join in. Bowser takes Luigi’s hand and asks him to dance, the man nods his head, feeling a bit more at ease with the king now.

Soon the two join the crowd, laughing and having the time of their lives as they dance away to the music, Polterpup occasionally runs through some of the koopas legs.

When it ends, Bowser guides Luigi to a hidden river, the only place with water in the Darklands (apart from the shore). They share a little boat ride together as they share some of the food they bought at the market, while Polterpup takes a nap. Bowser then remembers that despite the time they shared together, he still doesn’t even know Luigi’s name.

“I feel terrible not knowing your name, and we don’t have anything that you can write with…Oh I know, how about I go down the alphabet and you pick out the letters of your name?”

Luigi nods and though it takes a while, the king manages to spell out his name.

“Luigi huh? A beautiful name for a beautiful human.”

Its Luigi’s turn for his heart to skip a beat. All his life he’d heard about the koopa kingdom and their dreaded king, now it turns out that he’s actually a gentleman who’s been showing him nothing but respect. Ever since this man washed up at his kingdom, Bowser has been feeling things that he’s never felt for anyone. Flustered, vulnerable and a need to protect and love. He’s never even felt this for Peach. The two start to lean in when their boat suddenly tips over, the two falling out. Bowser is quick to pick up Luigi, who begins to wring out his dress while Polterpup begins to shake his non-existent coat. As Bowser carries Luigi back as Polterpup floats beside them, the two fail to see two boos that were the ones who knocked over their boat.

Back in his lair, King Boo is seething!

“That blasted little shrimp! At this rate, these two will end up snogging all over the place and my plans will be ruined!”

He decides to go to his last resort, a mind control crown that he had hoped to use on one of the rulers to conquer the sea and surface, however this crown also held many of his other spells (including Luigi’s) and he wasn’t strong enough to use it more than once to use a spell as powerful as mind control. It was always extremely fragile, though he would still have some power, if it broke then all of his previous spells from over the years would be released, so he held it off for as long as he could, and it seems that now he has no other choice.

Meanwhile, Mario has finally arrived at the Mushroom Kingdom, hoping to find help with the princess. She’s just as beautiful in the rumours he’s heard about her. The princess is shocked to find an adorable red merman in a river near her palace, but she can’t deny his plea for help when he looked just so sweet.

“My brother, he’s gone missing! Is there any chance he’s been around here lately?”

“I’m sorry, you’re the only mer-person we’ve seen here. But don’t worry, we’ll keep a look out and help you find him!”

“Really?! Thank you, princess!”

“Y-you’re welcome.”

Back at the Darklands, Bowser is thinking about his new feelings for Luigi, not knowing if he should act on them since he didn’t want to betray his love for Peach. Kamek, fed up at this point, goes up to give Bowser his thoughts on the matter.

“If I may say sire, some people spend most of their time chasing after treasure on a map that leads them in circles, that they neglect that the diamond in the rough is right in front of them. Just a thought from a silly old koopa.”

As Kamek leaves, Bowser ponders over his surrogate father’s words. For years he’s yearned for Peach so the point that he became blinded by what he thought he wanted and put her on a pedestal. Now, there’s someone that doesn’t see him as a monster and might love him back. He makes his decision and starts to go to Luigi to tell him how he feels when he suddenly feels a weight on his head, and everything goes dark.

The next morning, Luigi wakes up feeling more refreshed and happier than he has since he first turned human. He’s been thinking all night about the maybe-kiss that he and Bowser were about to share and had been contemplating his feelings on the matter. He soon found himself realising that he would mind kissing Bowser, in fact, he would really like to kiss him and spend every day with him, Junior, Kammy and Kamek. Besides, there was nothing stopping him from travelling to see his brother and family, maybe it could all work out? He fell asleep last night with a smile on his face and butterflies in his stomach.

He’s about to run down the stairs to meet Bowser when he hides behind a pillar when he sees the king speaking with Kamek, wearing a strange crown.

“Y-your highness, are you sure this is the best idea?”

“Peach castle is currently unprotected; it would be a good opportunity to strike and take her as my bride.”

“I see that, but after the last few days and our past with the Mushroom Kingdom, shouldn’t we think this through a little bit and-”

“-It has always been my intention to make Peach mine, no matter what and I won’t let anyone get in my way. Especially some scrawny human who washed up at my sure. Once the invasion is complete, the wedding will start immediately.”

“…very well sire.”

Luigi, heartbroken and betrayed, flees to his room, not knowing that King Boo was there the whole having used his ghostly-ness to remain invisible while controlling Bowser with the crown.

As Bowser takes off with his army and airship, Luigi stays behind at the port to cry as Polterpup tries to comfort him, having to face the truth that he was right in the first place, Bowser was just a heartless monster.

Junior is on the airship per his father’s orders to be at the wedding. He searches for his dad, wondering why he had the sudden change of heart about Luigi and his invasion. He creaks open the door to his father’s room when he sees King Boo in Bowser’s mirror, cackling to himself at the fact that his plans are nearly complete.

Realising his dad is being mind controlled by the strange ghost thing, he makes his way down to the clown cars and sneaks away in his own small one to get to Luigi as quickly as possible.

The Mushroom Kingdom is taken aback when Bowser suddenly arrives, not fully prepared for battle since he would usually leave some type of indication that he was coming, but here, he was just blasting through with every intention of not leaving until he gets what he wants. Mario wants to help but Peach tells him to stay hidden. Unable to just do nothing, Mario rushed as fast as he can to get back home to get his father.

As soon as Peach sees Bowser, there’s something different about his atmosphere, something way more menacing and demanding. As usual, he wants Peach to marry him, but this time he doesn’t ask.

“One way or another, you will marry me Peach and we’ll watch your kingdom turn to ash.”

“You’re not even going to bargain.”

“It’s not like you can do anything about it.”

A pit forms in Peach’s stomach, something’s wrong, very wrong.

Junior makes it back to, running to the sobbing man as fast as he can.

“Luigi! Luigi! There’s some weird ghost thing that was in my dad’s mirror! I think that’s why he’s attacking the Mushroom Kingdom so soon! What do we do?!”

Luigi’s eyes widen in horror. King Boo! He had to be behind all this. Without any second thoughts, Luigi climbs in Junior’s clown car, along with Polterpup, and the two head to the Mushroom Kingdom as fast as they can.

While Bowser/Boo is adamant about the wedding, the koopas there are a little less comfortable about it due to how strange and intimidating the king was acting. As the service starts, Peach pulls out an ice flower from her bouquet and attacks Bowser, she lands a few hits, but Bowser uses his fire to melt the ice. Peach keeps trying to fight though, at least to distract him while she thinks of a plan. The koopas also help, agreeing that their King was not himself and didn’t want anyone in the Mushroom Kingdom getting severely injured.

Luigi finally arrives with Junior, jumps out of the vehicle and lands on Bowser’s shoulders while he’s fighting Peach. Seeing a crown that wasn’t on Bowser’s head before, Luigi grabs it and smashes it to the ground, falling off Bowser’s shoulder from the impact of the throw.

Suddenly, Bowser sees himself at the Mushroom Kingdom, not knowing how he got there since the last place he remembered being was back home. Princess Peach and the koopas stop, sensing that Bowser’s atmosphere was back to normal as he looks towards Luigi.

“Luigi, are you alright?”

“Yeah, I’m fine…wait…I can talk!”

“You can finally speak again!”

“My voice its back!”

“I don’t understand, what’s happening?”

“It’s King Boo, he-aahhh!”

Before he can get another word out, there’s a sharp pain in his legs. He fells his bones bending and breaking in the most painful way and King Boo suddenly appears, turning him back into a merman before he can get another word out. Luigi looks to Bowser, afraid of what he’ll think of the man once he realises what he really is. But Bowser is too wrapped up in shock of what its happening and worry for the man that he loves.

King Boo grabs Luigi and drags him back into the ocean, the latter screaming for Bowser as the koopa tries to grab him as Luigi is forced back into the water, Polterpup chasing after his new owner. The king turns to Princess Peach.

“Princess, I know this may be confusing, but I really need your help, please, I love him!”

“Don’t worry, I think I might know his brother and what’s going on.”

Back in the ocean, Luigi is struggling against King Boo, trying to escape his grasp but somehow, the ghost’s grip is tighter than he though. Polterpup tries to fight his old master but a few Boos that had been hiding easily grab him.

“Oh, don’t worry little shrimp, it ain’t you that I’m after.”

“KING BOO THAT IS ENOUGH!”

The pair stop when they see Luigi’s father, the King of the ocean along with Mario stop them in their path.

“Well, well, well. If it isn’t the red prince and the ruler of the seven seas.”

“Let my brother go!”

“No can do princey, precious little Lulu is all mine until you give me what I want.”

Luigi’s father growls at that.

“My son does not belong to you!”

He goes to use his magical trident, but a few boos grab Luigi and use some type of electricity on him, making the youngest prince scream out in pain.

“You see, the thing is your majesty, one wrong move and your precious little boy won’t be, how do I put this? Part of your world anymore.” (I am so sorry for that awful pun.)

The sea king was at a loss, he knew he would be putting everyone at risk by handing the trident and the throne to this made ghost but…he couldn’t lose his youngest son, from the corner of his eye, he could see Mario agree. He hands the trident over to King Boo, begging him not to hurt his son. With a mad gleam in his eye, he grabs the trident and lets Luigi go. To the green merman’s horror, the poltergeist points the artifact to his father and brother, watching in devastation as he turns them into dust.

With a strangled scream, he goes to attack King Boo, though surprised at Luigi’s reaction, manages to throw him to the ground. He’s about to use the trident on him when he suddenly feels something hit him. He looks up to see Bowser under the water, who had thrown a spear at him and raises the trident to him. In a moment of panic, Luigi grabs King Boo, making him point the trident at his boos instead and disintegrates them. Not wanting to witness King Boo’s anger, Luigi swims up to Bowser and guides him above the water, not witnessing the Boo’s fury with his new powers below him.

The koopa and merman reach the surface of the water, Bowser trying to reach out to Luigi.

“Bowser you have to go, now! Before King Boo gets you!”

“No, I’m not leaving you behind again!”

They feel a rumbling all around them. Suddenly, King Boo rises from the sea as a giant with the two on his head, cackling like a mad man. Bowser and Luigi jump back into the water, trying to escape until King Boo starts to form a whirlpool, separating them. Luigi falls into the whirlpool, landing at the bottom as Polterpup rushes over to him as King Boo taunts him.

Bowser is still paddling in the water, trying to get to Luigi when a ship comes up beside it. Inside was Princess Peach, some toads, koopas and Kamek. They throw a rope down to Bowser and help him up. Kamek looks to the king.

“I used my magic to help steer that boat but I’m barely holding on! I need you to guide the bowsprit and drive it into that mad boo!”

“But’s a ghost, he’s already dead!”

“I’ve managed to enchant so that I can trap him in this!”

Kamek holds up a pale purple gem, sparkling with some type of magic that the magikoopa used. Princess Peach then speaks up.

“I’m managing the sails while the toads and koopas are defending us! Bowser, are you able to guide the ship!”

“You can count on me Princess, take this as the beginning of a massive apology to you!”

Peach nods and everyone gets to work. King Boo is shooting at Luigi in the whirlpool, the merman trying to dodge as much as he can but knows that he is not strong enough to do anything. Enraged by what the Boo is doing to his love, Bowser drives the bowsprit into King Boo. The poltergeist screams with both pain and fear, knowing that if he can feel that then somehow, he has been defeated.

The seas calm down as the boo disappears into the gem. Bowser tries to look for Luigi, but the whirlpool is gone, and the merman is nowhere in sight. Kamek keeps him from jumping out as the princess guides the ship back to shore.

In the ocean, Luigi grabs the trident and rushes back over to where his father and brother were with Polterpup following him and sees the two have been returned to normal. Overjoyed, he hugs them both, all three of them crying now that Luigi is safe and home.

“I missed you so much Lu. I’m so sorry I wasn’t here when you went missing.”

“It’s okay Mario, I’m safe now, It’s okay.”

He gives the trident back to his father and the three mermen return home.

A few days later, Luigi is hiding behind a rock, Polterpup beside him as he watches Bowser from the shore of the Darklands, pining to see the merman again. Mario and his father watch from afar.

“You know, a while ago, Luigi would have fainted at the thought of going to the Darklands. Now, seeing how he looks at that koopa king, he’s gotten more braver than I ever imagined.”

“Peach told me that he jumped on Bowser’s shoulder’s just to get the crown off him.”

“Oh yes, how are you and that princess getting along?”

“Ah-I-wha-Dad!”

“I’m just teasing. Though, he hasn’t been truly himself since he came home.”

“I guess he left a part of himself since leaving the Darklands. After all, when you love someone, you give a piece of yourself to them, and in return, they grant you something even more freeing.”

“Then I guess there’s only one problem left.”

“And what’s that Dad?”

“…How much I’m going to miss him.” Mario raises an eyebrow in confusion for a moment before his father points his trident at Luigi.

Luigi feels a tingling sensation on his fins, looking down to see that there are no fins at all, his legs had returned! He turns to his father and brother, his smile beaming as the two nod to him.

Bowser is staring off into the distance, thinking about Luigi when he sees brown hair peeking out of the water. His heart stops when he sees Luigi emerging from the water in a sparkling green dress and his hair flowing in the wind. Bowser runs to him, picking him up and spinning him around in his arms and holds him as the two finally share a kiss.

A year later, the two are finally married on a giant ship, Luigi wearing a poofy wedding dress while Bowser is dressed in his finest suit. Luigi’s family and kingdom are watching from the ocean while toads and koopa finally come together as one. Princess Peach hugs Luigi, glad to have another human companion and blows a kiss to Mario in the ocean, who blushes at the gesture and waves back. Junior is also glad Luigi is back and is going to be his stepdad. He and Polterpup have also become close friends, the two playing together when they can. Kamek and Kammy are finally happy that Bowser has found love after all this time.

Mario asks his father to use to powers to lift him with the water to see his brother one more time. Luigi smiles softly and gives his brother a hug.

“Don’t cry big bro, I’ll see you after the honeymoon, you’re acting as if I’ll never see you again.”

“I’m sorry, its just, I’m so happy for you.”

“I love you, Mario.”

“I love you too Lu.”

He gives Bowser a menacing glare along the lines of ‘hurt my bro and I’ll end you’ before Peach comes over and kisses him on the cheek, making the red merman faint into the ocean. Luigi laughs at his brother’s antics as he waves goodbye to all the other mer-folk as the ship sails away to its next destination.

Bowser and Luigi give one another a soft look and share one more kiss.

The end.

You're allowed to yell at me for the shitty puns.

(Edit: also I love that you guys enjoyed it and you’re free to write something for this as it was only meant to be a drabble after having a bad day. As long as you credit and tag me, y’all can use this idea and write your own Bowuigi little mermaid fic ☺️)

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connor6sex · 3 months

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If you had to put down JumperWho, how would you do it?

Zam: Vitalasy, quick question, gonna interrupt one more time. Um, if you had to put down jumperwho, how would you do it? Vitalasy: What? Zam: Like if you had to put her down, how would you do it? Vitalsy: Like a dog? Bacon: Obviously you don't want to, but if you had to. Zam: Like there's no other choice. Vitalasy: What do you mean put her down? Bacon: Like if she breaks a leg, and- Zam: Or like- or like she messes up in a race, or. Bacon: Bites someone, you know. Jumper: You know, i don't really want to die guys Vitalasy: But like, put her down like a dog? Zam: Lets just say you had to. Bacon: It could be like a dog Vitalasy: What! Pentar: In any way possible, how? Bacon: You have a choice about it, how would you do it? Pentar: Use your creativity Vitalasy: I would- Bacon: I have my answer. Vitalasy: What do you mean, i wouldn't. Bacon: You have to. this is like, you have to. Like it sucks, but you have to. Vitalasy: I wouldn't. What? I'm so confused. like what?" Bacon: And she suffers from her broken leg and can't even race anymore and sits around sad? Like, come on. Vitalasy: Well, I'd ask. Hey Jumper, what do you want? Bacon: She can't speak dude. Vitalasy: Cause her leg is broken? So she can't speak? Bacon: Her mouth has also fallen off. Zam: She just can't jump as good as she used to, like there's no point. You just need to accept reality, and take responsibility. that type of thing. Zam: What would you do? Vitalasy: Um. Vitalasy: I would take a long time to decide what to do. I'd be very deep in thought. I'd sit up there, and think. I'd think for a very long time. Bacon: Well, we have to hope that you're never faced with this choice. Because you're not strong enough to do it. Zam: I really hope you don't end up in that situation.

Bacon: What are you doing? Vitalasy: What is she doing? Pentar: This is what happens when she breaks a leg. Zam: Yeah, she can't- yeah. Vitalasy: Where did- What? Zam: You have to. Pentar: This is what happens when you don't put someone down.

#lifesteal smp #vitalasy #Jumperwho #lifesteal #stream clip #princezam #baconwaffles #peentar #please know that i am writing a fic based on this question.

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theyhavetakenovermylife · 5 months

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A Nurse at Arkham

BatmanVsTmnt!Donatello x reader

A/N: Not as detailed as I wanted it to be, since influenza has been kicking my butt, but I still wanted to post this.

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You are a nurse at Arkham Asylum, who just happened to be there the night Shredder, Ra’s al Ghul and the Joker cause chaos. Lucky for you there is a purple turtle, ready to safe you💜

Warning: Description of leg injury, but not in depth, spelling bc sick.

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At Arkham Asylum, chaos reigned supreme. The Joker had managed to mutate himself into a grotesque creature, overpowering the last surviving guards and taking the rest of the staff as hostages. Among them were you, a nurse who had been unfortunate enough to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. As you and the rest of the staff was locked away in the basement, your arms bound behind your back, you cursed yourself for taking that night shift.

It was quite in the basement of Arkham Asylum. You and the rest of the hostages kept as still as possible, in fear that any move would cause Joker to burst in with his new snake form. But though you all tried to keep quiet, it couldn’t stop you and the rest of the injured hostages from groaning in pain every once in a while.

In the dimly lit basement you looked down at your hurting leg. It was swollen and dark from the ankle and up. It was Harley who did it, with her hammer when you tried to run away. Harley had always been strong. You had experienced that first had when bringing her to the bathroom, only for her to try to make a run for it. But as a dog mutant-like thing, she was even stronger. Scarily strong. And now she had done this to your leg. Suddenly all of those nail scratches she had given you didn’t seem like anything. But your leg, it was a horrible sight to look at, making your stomach turn slightly. You hated this. You just wanted to go home.

The silence of the basement was broken, as you heard movement at the door. All of you froze, with your gaze locked on the door. All possible fears rushed through your head. Was it the Joker coming in? Harley? Scarecrow? Bane? You did not know, and you did not wish to know. You just wanted to go home.

You heard something in the lock. It didn’t sound like a key, nor did it open the door as fast as a key would. The hair in your neck started standing as you started wondering; who was trying to come in?

Finally the lock clicked and the door opened. All held their breath in fear as two people rushed into the room. Feat was replaced with sudden relief, causing your head to spin. Batgirl. You could recognize her anywhere. But it was who she came in with, that made you feel a slight bit of fear once again. He was green. His skin, his three fingers on each and the two toes on his feet. On his back he carried what looked like a shell, and in his hands he held a bowstaff. Around his head he had a purple bandana that blended well with his brown eyes.

Batgirl and the purple clad turtle moved into the room, telling you all that they were there to get you out. You watched as the turtle went to the first person and started untying them.

“Who- who are you?”, they asked, staring as the turtle got rid of their robes, obviously on edge because of this new creature.

“My name is Donatello”, he smiled, causing the scared hostage to calm a little. You watched this interaction closely, still slightly shocked by the humanoid turtle. You watched as he walked from person to person, untying them and helding them stand. But then Donatello caught sight of Y/N, cowering in a corner. He saw your leg.

"Are you okay to stand?" Donatello asked, concern evident in his eyes as he crouched down by your side to untie your hands.

You shook your head. “I don’t know. It hurts”, you said.

Donatello looked at your face for a moment, before staring back down at your leg. You could almost see the gears turn on high speed in his brain.

"Here. Let me help", Donatello insisted, his voice gentle as he got closer to your side.

Before you could ask him what he was thinking about, he scooped you up into his arms. Your eyes widened in surprise as you exclaimed a yelp, your hands instinctively wrapping around Donatello's neck for support. Being held in Donatello’s arms, bridal styles, against his hard plastron, you couldn’t help but notice the one thing you had fought against. He was strong, muscular, and actually, quite handsome. You tried to hide the blush that was creeping up on your face, but unbeknownst to you, Donatello had already noticed it. He actually found it quite adorable.

“What’s your name?”, he asked.

“(Y/N)”, you answered.

“Okay (Y/N). You better hold on, because it might become a bit of a rough trip”.

You nodded, adjusting your hold over Donatello’s neck and shoulder.

The journey out of Arkham was a silent one, with Batgirl in the front, looking over each corner before guiding the hostages closer to the exit. In the dim glow of the halfway lights, Donatello stole glances at you, your head resting against his shoulder, eyes looking ahead in anticipation. Donatello was surprised that he could look at someone and find them cute, all while rescuing that same person from a hostage situation. Probably not the best way to handle that situation, but Donnie couldn’t help himself.

After sneaking down what felt like endless halls, you all finally made it to Arkham's main entrance. As you emerged into the cool night air, you looked up at Donatello with gratitude. Your eyes met, and in that moment, something unspoken passed between you. The adrenaline of rushing down the halls, not sure what the next turn would bring, was still flowing in the air.

"Thank you, Donatello", you whispered, as he helped you to sit, outside the iron gates.

He nodded, a soft smile playing on his lips. "Anytime".

You looked into each other’s eyes for what felt like hours, when Batgirl suddenly called out for the purple turtle.

“Donnie, we have to leave. The others might need us in there”.

Donatello nodded, turning to you, a sad smile on his face. “I have to go now. Batman needs us. My brothers need me”.

“Wait! Donnie”, you called out his name, causing him to freeze in place, just as he was about to run. You took his hands, making his brown eyes look at you once more. “If you make it out alive, then I would very much like to see you again”.

Donatello smiled at your statement, giving your hand a small squish. “That can be arranged. See you soon (Y/N)”. With those words he and Batgirl turned and ran back towards the entrance into Arkham Asylum.

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despazito · 1 year

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like i have such conflicting feelings about the pathologizing of mental illness nowadays and the culture it creates. i think the need to have ones dx, at least in my case, was driven by a fundamental urge for validation that what i’m feeling isn't just a phase or something that will sort itself out. i think women especially have had our pain and struggles so minimized, i had lows wishing i just had a broken leg so others could at least see my pain. i clung to my dx and feet like waving it to the world shouting its not just in my head!! i’m not just lazy!!

in some ways getting the dx is like getting a pedigree for your fucked up brain. like this isnt some backyard bred tiktok adhd, this is PUREBRED adhd with the papers to prove it!!! all these women like myself who were looking for a voice and affirmation through dx to prove they “aren’t just one of those girls who’s too sensitive and googled their symptoms”, but now that’s also created its own trope of “overdiagnosed girl in her 20s” and there’s a whole new stereotype to mock and invalidate. there’s just no winning, it really feels like our pain will never get taken seriously by society to matter which route we take to get heard we are dismissed.

but of course these slips of paper become vital if you need any assistance or accommodations, so they are incredibly beneficial to have.

my issue is the more i reflect, the more i do feel like many emotional disturbances or brain funkiness ESPECIALLY depression and anxiety are the result of, or at least become more aggravated, by unluckiness in your childhood relationships and the narrative we created about it. turns out you don’t need to be textbook abused to have adverse experiences, and a failure to have a healthy secure relationship to your primary caregiver fucks with you for life but nobody wants to talk about that. i do think we live in a society here in canada where parental rights to parent how their want is overstepping on the child’s right to have the healthiest possible environment to be raised in. i had spent years reading about the lifelong effects of parental deprivation or bad socialization in dogs and parrots before reading about it in humans, and i think we forget how much humans are also animals.

but the thing is you can work on relationships, you can begin to process trauma. when i tell myself “i’m a person with anxiety” it feels really loaded with a sense of finality that i will always live this way.. the more i use that language the more futile it feels about ever improving, when so often depression and anxiety are the result of deeper unresolved issues. I see so many people with phobias or fears resign to living painful lives than trying to work on any exposure or processing their fears. i’d still be miserable if i never worked through my intense fears of intimacy, i was perfectly resigned to a life of being alone and thought i was content with that.

turns out growing up with trauma can cause the same unfocused and disorganized presentation as clinical adhd.i’ll admit i didn’t like learning that one, as adhd already has so many deniers my kneejerk response was anger at my adhd being invalidated. but i think a lot of adhd people fall somewhere in between that venn diagram, and rejecting a traumagenic theory for some people’s symptoms means they will be prescribed the wrong treatment plan. and this is why all treatment plans put emphasis on talk therapy just as much as pharmacological intervention.

obviously some things aren’t the result of your childhood! your mom yelling at you doesn’t cause autism, but chances are if you’re autistic and had cruddy support you’ll face more adversities and mental health struggles than a good supportive environment. similarly, you could’ve grown up with all the love and support to thrive but one day your thyroid decides it’s time to make you feel like roadkill.

idk, what i’m trying to say is don’t corner yourself or resign from living life because of your mental health dx or think that you’ll never get better because you “have” this, chances are there’s always room to feel better. the most hurtful thing is our inner voice if it’s internalized negative language, and there’s exercises you can practice to drill more positive or at least neutral nonjudgemental language into your inner critic. because even if you have something that will never be cured, the way we talk to ourselves about it is a variable we have some power over.

the narrative part experiencing trauma is uniquely human. some people will experience horrible things and internalize the negativity or self blame, but resilient people have better prognosis because they have ability to frame things in a narrative that don’t assign self blame, and critiques the behaviour instead of the self. because so many complications and struggles arise out of kicking ourselves when we’re down. but the thing is this usually can’t happen on its own, we need to see this modeled by the people around us. but thankfully if we missed the boat, we CAN retrain that voice

anyway that’s my musings from my perspective. for anyone curious here’s a lecture that really resonated with me, its got some hard hitting truths i didn’t want to hear but sometimes you gotta hear things that make you uncomfortable

#mental health #maybe you feel like none of this applies to you and thats ok!#im speaking for my own experiences

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not-alien-girl-v · 2 years

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R-Dog (Rory Keaner)

Summary: Saturday morning, cold air and warm blankets. Cuddle session, fluff, general cutesy stuff.

Warning: No curse words, attempted biting (he didn’t mean it, lol)

Note: Wrote this in 2 hours idk why it took me so long, a little break from my usual ahs stuff

Friday night had long passed. The entire gang, being you, Ethan, Benny, Sarah, and even Erica had grouped together in Rory’s living room for a movie and game night. Despite having strict parents, Rory’s family was out of town for the weekend, making this a golden opportunity.

You had all sat in a mixture of on the couch, onto the floor, back to the couch, then to the kitchen once more to grab more pizza. The fun seemed never ending, until everyone got tired, and it came to an end.

Ethan, Benny, Sarah, and Erica all slept downstairs. A small fight had broken out when Erica called dibs for the pullout sofa bed for her and Sarah, insisting Ethan and Benny sleep on the cold, hard floor, but eventually (after no budge in Erica), the boys came to term with their fate.

Rory, however, yanked you away from the sofa bed at the last minute, insisting you sleep in his room alongside him, as ‘boyfriends and girlfriends are supposed to do,’ or whatever his excuse to be close to you was.

That was the thing about Rory, he was always finding new, creative ideas excuses to get as close as he can to you. He never expected you to take these things seriously, however. He’s a very open guy with his feelings, and has no problem admitting how he feels for you and showing his physical affection towards you, he simply just liked hearing you laugh and knowing he was the cause of it.

Now, it was about 6 in the morning, and for whatever random reason, Rory had found himself wide awake. Maybe vampires didn’t get hangovers. Lucky bastards.

Like he always was at any time he was awake, he was squirming around, filled with energy. The air was cold, it being the dead of winter in Canada, and all. You hadn’t realized how much heat the undead boy next to you was providing until he started moving to get up.

“Mmm, don’t,” you whined. He turned back to look at you.

“What’s wrong? Do you need something?” He placed both hands on your outstretched arm reaching for him.

“I do need something, warmth,” you buried your face into the pillow, a little shy to look directly at him when you demanded cuddles like this.

“Oh, I can turn the heater up. Do you want more blankets? Or a hoodie? I’ll get it for you,” he stood up, off the bed, and begins trifling through his closet to find layers for you.

“No, come here,” you demanded now, getting the gist that he wasn’t understanding what you meant. He turned around, hoodie in hand, and walked back over to the bed where you lay with a concerned look on his face.

He approached the bed close enough to where his legs just barely brushed the side of his soft Star Wars bedsheets. From there, you reached out and grabbed his arm, softly yanking it closer. “Ohhh,” he said.

He slowly crawled into the empty space next to you, laying down. You shuffle your body to rest fully over his, allowing your body weight to engulf his own. You rested your knees on either side of his body and leaned your front forward to land on his chest, wrapping your arms around his middle to get as close to him as possible.

“Why didn’t you just say so?” He asked with a kind smile on his face.

“I was shy,” you muffled into his chest, but he still heard you anyway. He placed a warm hand on your back and soothingly rubbed up and down.

“You don’t need to be shy, R-dog’s not gonna hurt you,” he laughed to himself at his own joke, and you laughed a tiny bit at it as well.

When he fell silent after that, you couldn’t help but look up. Rory’s never silent and still unless something’s up. You raised your head to see his handsome face smiling at you, watching you contently.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” You asked softly with a smile, the effect of his own contagious one looking back at you.

“Nothing, I’m just happy when you’re around. I mean, I have a girlfriend. How sick is that?” He raised his hand to high-five you and you just stared at him with amused curiosity. He hesitantly put his hand down.

“I’m happy too. I’m pretty glad I have a boyfriend.” You placed your head back down on his chest and squeezed him a little tighter. He placed a kiss at the top of your head.

“Rory?” You called out to him.

“Yeah, baby?

“I love you,” you couldn’t see it, but this caused a furious blush to emerge onto his face. It wasn’t the first time you’d said it to him, yet it might as well have been, since he always had that same adorable reaction to it.

“I love you too. Hey do you wanna get more pizza from downstairs? I think there’s still some pepperoni left, I know that’s your favorite,” he changed the subject rapidly, as he always did.

“I think I just wanna stay here for a few more hours, with you,” you cooed. He gently flipped your bodies, leaving him on top and you below him.

“Hey, I’m starting to get the idea you’re just using me for warmth!” He playfully accused.

“Of course I am. What else are you good for?” You playfully mused.

“Hey!”

“I’m kidding. You’re good for much more. Like, you know, buying me pizza, walking me home, tying my shoes,” you poked at his cheek.

“Oh, come on, I’m good for more. First of all, I’m ruggedly handsome, second of all, I’m a stud muffin, and third of all, I’m the hottest guy around. Also, I’m a super cool vampire. Add that to the list,” he bent down and pretended to bite your neck.

You squealed through your laughter and pushed him away gently through giggles. “Yeah, yeah. Something like that.” You pulled him closer to you, cradling him like a baby in your arms.

You inhaled deeply as he comforted himself in the knowledge that you loved him, undead monster and all. Being R-dog’s girlfriend wasn’t that bad at all.

#mbav #mbav x reader #my babysitter's a vampire #rory mbav #rory mbav x reader #rory keaner #rory keaner x reader #rory keaner fanfiction

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leavingautumn13 · 1 year

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some outfit ref and miscellaneous sketches for my sole survivor, nora navarre (character tag here, and here on my fanfic blog, @new-eyes-extra-colors).

notes and character stuff under the cut

GENERAL

demi/bi romantic, asexual, born in late summer (virgo)

nora is 33 at the beginning of the fic and has been working as a public defender since she graduated law school (she did work as a prosecutor very briefly, but didn't vibe with it and went back to her old job)

she was born in arizona and only moved to massachusetts once she decided to go to college when she was 18. she would like to travel, but never really got the opportunity.

she comes from a mixed indigenous family (specifically, potawatomi/french) and has two younger sisters (gene and grace), is estranged from her mother, and mostly gets updates on her family from her grandmother and aunt

she met her husband (dana) while working as a waitress in college. he was studying to be a doctor at the time. they were friends for several years before becoming a couple

she's very dedicated to her work at the expense of her social life, having only a few friends (and most of them are her husband's). she prefers to stay at home and garden, run, read, bake, or go hiking instead of socializing, and despite working as a lawyer dreads any sort of attention at a gathering.

FASHION SENSE

she wears the vault suit quite a lot out of practicality--it fits well and is durable and easy to wear under things. she typically wears it under a coat, or under a sweater and jeans in colder months. under the suit she wears a tank top and leggings if it's cold.

for casual wear, she prefers dresses with a sweetheart type top, and wears midi dresses or sundresses. around sanctuary, she wears flats or goes barefoot in the summer months.

BODY + SCARS

she keeps her hair very long, only cutting it to trim split ends and keep her fringe a certain length. the fringe is originally from when she styled it into victory rolls before she decided she didn't like them, but did like the way fringe framed her face.

she ran track and cross country in high school and still runs as exercise. she has long, muscular legs and good core strength, but not much upper body strength. once she starts using a rifle her arms become more toned, but she still isn't that strong.

she regularly shaved her legs prewar, but after the vault no longer has the means. it takes some getting used to for her

she wears little jewelry--just gold hoop earrings and her wedding ring. once she's able to retrieve her husband's dog tags, she wears them and his wedding ring as a necklace.

the c-section scar from shaun's birth is the only major scar she had prewar

early to mid story scars: the scar on her upper left arm is from the first time she was shot. it was a 5mm round from a sentry bot which fortunately only got her once. she also has a radiation burn in the shape of a handprint from when a glowing one grabbed her.

late to post story scars: about three quarters of the way through my fic, she's in a vertibird crash and suffers severe burns and shrapnel wounds over the right side of her body, from about mid thigh up to her shoulder. she has some scars on her cheek and neck from this also, as well as a big scar from a piece of metal that cut a chunk out of her cheek. she almost lost her right eye. her leg was also badly broken in the crash, and she underwent a procedure to pin her bones back together, which left surgery scars along the side of her thigh and front of her shin. she has some trouble walking after this, and can no longer run the way she used to. she also wears a knee brace on her right leg.

OTHER

as far as fighting goes, she prefers not to, and tries to end every situation she can as nonviolently as possible. she can't fight hand to hand at all, and prefers to stay far away from enemies and snipe.

the companions she travels with most are nick, piper, preston, deacon, x6-88, and of course dogmeat, but she spends time and is friends with all of them.

#fallout 4 #sole survivor #fallout #fo4 #autumn.oc #autumn.fic #oc: nora navarre #fic: until dawn #autumn.fandom #autumn.art #i am CONSTANTLY forgetting to draw the handprint burn scar because i haven't written that scene yet #it's just notes #augh #feel free to send me asks about her here or over on new-eyes-extra-colors #she's one of my favorite ocs #so fun fact since i just posted some about my courier aces too:#they're distantly related to each other.#i've been kicking around the idea of nora moving back west after everything in boston happens #to try and see if any of her family survived the war or if their descendants are around #and she finds ace. they become friends. happy times all around #aces gets shaun as a nephew and is super stoked about it #every fallout oc i have is a mixed indigenous midwesterner with siblings and a big family bc write what you know i guess #which like. cool but i also don't have to deal with being an american when i write pokemon fanfic lmao #oc: dana #he's mentioned ig #long post

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idontknowreallywhy · 5 months

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Estera - Ch 11 - Run

(Previous… Prologue - Stars are Only Visible in Darkness, Estera - 1 - Colour, 2 - Dinosaur, 3 - Shoes, 4 - Thunderbird, 5 - Lesson, 6 - Safe, 7 - Gull, 8 - Deliver, 9 - Coffee, 10 - Flight)

(Sofasurf’s Recrudescence which is the foundation for all of this)

What’s happened to Scotty? Has Virg broken the door or just his shoulder? Has John eaten his own arm in despair? Has EOS accidentally overthrown the government of a medium sized country in her anxiety?

None of these questions will be answered here, as I leave the Tracys within the tender loving care of @sofasurf and her alligators and we quickly check in with somebody else…

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One of the best things about Bez was his relentless enthusiasm about something as simple as her unlocking the front door. She smiled as he treated her to an impromptu drool bath and gradually nudged him down the hallway so she could put down her bags.

“You’ll never guess who I met today, Niebieski… the Commander of International Rescue! … Yes, he did seem nice… No, he didn’t have any treats…Yes it’s possible to be nice and not have treats, you daft creature… You don’t believe me do you?”

Extracting herself she reached up and extracted one of his favourite chews from the top cupboard.

“Give me a minute to get changed, Bez, then we’ll go for a run, ok?”

Receiving only chomping noises by way of reply, she left him to it and went to sort herself out. Grabbing her phone to check the time, it unlocked on the new contact screen and she smiled. He’d given her his personal number, just in case, but had been endearingly awkward as he’d asked her to save it under a pseudonym. Something to do with his brother John, someone called Kyra and security protocols, he was sorry it was such a weird thing to ask. She didn’t mind, she knew exactly what to name to save the number under.

She tapped the word ‘Blue’ and sent a quick message as he’d asked, given he’d not had his own with him.

“Was good to meet you today. Here is my number. I hope you’re doing ok? Estera”

Right. Job done. Next on the list: exercise.

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The wind was bitter as the sun slipped below the horizon and stained the clouds behind which it had been skulking most of the afternoon.

The plus side was it meant nobody else was out this far. They’d have the less well known Jacob’s Ladder beach to themselves while the rest of the dog walkers did a quick circuit of the main seafront. Bez, well insulated from the frigid air, lolloped excitedly down the steep path ahead and she ambled behind, limbs trembling slightly in the aftermath of their clifftop run. The exertion had helped focus her mind, as it always did, while she was actually running. But as soon as she allowed her heart rate to slow, the swirling thoughts returned.

The tide was right out, and it seemed every sea bird in the Westcountry had gathered to scour the shoreline for treats, their figures dark against the reddening sky and their fading shadows reaching many times their height across the sand towards her.

As expected, there were no other dogs on the beach - she unclipped the leash and let Bez hare towards the ocean, driving the gulls into the air in a squawking cloud, the combined sound of their wings like a drum roll in the distance. Usually his unbridled joy would be catching, but today she felt kind of detached, as if she was watching him frolic in a poor quality recording on a broken screen.

The shadows lengthened further.

Suddenly unable to contain all of the Everything building up inside, she let out a yelp and ran across the top of the beach towards the sunset. For a given value of running anyway. The pebbles sucked her legs downwards with every step, her feet slipping and twisting on the uneven surface. The wind whipped across the bay and blasted into her face, hair streaming and coat billowing behind her like a sail. Despite forcing her last scraps of pent up energy into her muscles she made barely any progress and eventually stumbled forwards, landing with a crunch amongst the stones.

She pushed herself on to her knees and paused, dizzy but aware of Bez sprinting back towards her, droplets of seawater flying from his fur.

Then he was there, shoving his soaking wet face into hers, blending the salt of the sea with the salt of her shame.

She’d left him.

The initial delight that he’d survived, that he hadn’t been stabbed to death in the square as she’d imagined was overshadowed by what she now knew his attempt to rescue her had cost him. The stories of the nearby camp were rife in the town. The open secret of the mass grave to the east of it. The horrors inside. Some said it was simple torture. Others had heard from someone who knew someone who had heard tell of twisted medical experiments. People said that when the wind was right, you could hear the desperate screams on the road, over a mile away. Nobody knew the truth of it because nobody came out.

People didn’t survive the camp.

And then there were the dogs. The constant barking as they patrolled the town, barely under the control of the thugs who held the leash. There were dogs at the camp too, she knew that. She recalled watching, helpless, from her window as her neighbour was dragged from his house by the snarling beasts. If he’d even made it to the camp alive, it wouldn’t have been long for him.

People didn’t survive the camp.

Somehow Scott had. She couldn’t quite believe it. It clearly hadn’t left him unscathed though. She covered her face and tried to picture the twinkle in his eyes as he had teased her about the toy in her pocket. The eyes of somebody who was alive and knew laughter. But she couldn’t find them. Instead she saw his wide, frightened eyes watching unknown horrors unfold behind her, in a reality only he could see.

She clenched her fists and yelled her apology to the sky, before pulling her knees to her head and wrapping her arms around her legs as she sobbed. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.”

Bez, damp yet radiating warmth, lay against her back and waited.

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[AO3]

#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #thunderbirds fanfiction #scott tracy #Estera #tb estera #idontknowreallywhy fanfic #Tw: war #Tw: ptsd

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shall-we-imagine · 8 months

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Cookies and sleep (Klaus Goldstein AU)

A/N: literally ever since I saw this ask I've been wanting to write it the feeling I get from it is just aahh 💞💞💞

Genre: ?

(Third person point of view)

8:04 AM

"Shit." The blond mutters, realizing he'd overslept. Yes, indeed, it is his day off, but that doesn't make it any less busy than a work day..

He practically falls off the bed in an attempt to sprint to the bathroom, silently cursing his phone for the missing alarm all the way.

He skips his morning shower, knowing he'll come back sweaty and gross in an hour or so after he goes running.

Yes, the perfect time for a run would've been around 6 am, but this damned phone decided it was okay to let Klaus have an extra two hours, which he probably needed after staying up late working on a PowerPoint, but still: Klaus wasn't very thankful. He now has to push all his plans 2 hours back.

Grabbing his phone and earphones along with his jacket, he runs into the street madman style. A very late madman.

The cold air stings his skin like a thousand invisible needles. "Fuck." He breathes out, attempting to wear his jacket without really slowing down, which he's almost sure looks absolutely ridiculous, but he doesn't have time to waste, so if he needs to make a fool out of himself to get things done then so be it.

He eventually reaches the park where he usually goes for a run; it had a huge running track surrounding it, making it both challenging and fun. However, at this moment, Klaus could only view it as challenging, seeing as he's already panting after all the rush he was in ever since he woke up.

"No time for breaks." He mutters, forcing himself to push through the exhaustion while continuing to pant like a dog on a hot day.

He passes by another runner who just gives Klaus a sympathetic smile, as she proceeds with her routine, keeping her breathing steady. Klaus wanted to yell that he wasn't normally this pitiful and that he's actually fairly athletic, but he didn't have it in him to even speak, so he just displays a pained smile on his face instead, letting the random stranger think of him as pitiable.

10:23 AM

Klaus sighs. He knows he shouldn't hold onto the clouds of gloom surrounding him ever since he woke up, but it was very unlike him to be late. In fact, he's scolded countless people for being late, assuring them this could never be him.

Life is funny like that.

"No one will know. We'll take it to the grave." He assures himself, as he reaches for his keys.

His keys.

His keys?

Where are his keys?!

Did he drop them while running? No way; he would've known!

Did he even grab them before leaving?

"Fuck me." Klaus curses.

There's simply no way for him to open his door from outside except with the keys. He basically locked himself outside.

Elias has a spare key, but calling him would expose an unorderly, late, uncomposed Klaus. A version of him that should never see the light of day.

Klaus is not dramatic about this or anything.

10:37 AM

Klaus wonders if he needs a shower more or hisdignity and pride.

His stomach growls.

Klaus wonders if he needs a shower and food more or his dignity and pride.

He pushes himself off his front porch and circulates his house, sort of like a burglar tryna find his way in.

A miracle.

A thought shone through his misery, possibly saving the day.

Who would've known that delaying getting a window's broken lock fixed would bring such happiness to a perfectionist like him?

Klaus pushes the window open with one swift movement and kicks his leg up, hooking it on the window sill and pulling himself up.

The excitement had erased the dimensions of the window from Klaus's memory, but he was to be reminded immediately with a loud bang once his head collides with the top if the window.

He grumbles in pain and annoyance but pushes himself inside anyway.

He rubs his head and moans in pain, "Today's just not my day." he mumbles.

Klaus drags himself into the hot shower, relieved bythe only relaxing thing he's experienced this morning.

10:58 AM

Klaus isn't a fan of brunch, but he was too hungry to complain.

Hey, at least the waffles taste as good as they would've at 6 AM. He smiles to himself.

Meow

Klaus stiffens.

Would it be too farfetched to assume Elias came over with his kitten?

The source of the noise reveals itself. Lo and behold it is, in fact, not Elias's tiny black kitten. Instead, struts in a chubby orange cat that Klaus has never ever seen before.

"Rude." Klaus mumbles.

The cat meows back as if to object to his insult.

"Come on you invited yourself in! How did you even get in here?" His gaze pans over to the broken window. Aha.

"Well, whatever." He had no energy left to argue with the entitled feline. He wanted to eat his breakfast and relax.

11:14 AM

"You really shouldn't be eating so much; you're already a bit chubbier than you should be." His fingers lovingly rub the top of the stray's head, heavily contrasting his words. Thankfully, cats don't speak human.

Occupied with the tuna, Little Stalker -as Klaus called her- ignores Klaus's health advice and stuffs her face.

"Don't say I didn't warn you!" The blonde rolls his eyes, before proceeding to shower the cat with physical affection.

He almost melts when she purrs in response, but no, he must play hard to get.

12:03 PM

"Yes you're a good girl; you're the best girl! Good job!" He squeezes the towel-wrapped cat into his arms.

Hmm...how's 49 mins for hard to get?

At least he found it in him to force her into a bath, right?

The cat hisses at him, clearly unhappy with the progression of events, perhaps reconsidering its choices of houses to break into.

3:45 PM

Klaus groans at the doorbell, willing his sibling (probably) to go away. Not because he didn't miss him, but simply because he was comfortable in bed. So was Cookie, who'd gotten comfortable on his chest.

He admires his new furry friend, spotted with brown "chocolate chips" that inspired ber new more appropriate name. Alfonse or Elias better have have something worth moving the cat and getting up for.

He sighs and forces himself towards the noise of possibly the third or fourth round of knocks and bell rings.

"Why are you so persistent?" Klaus rolls his eyes.

"I missed you too, Klaus." Elias pushes past his older brother, tentatively followed by a giggly Alfonse.

Klaus glares at his older brother, scaring him into giving a better performance of totally not finding this funny.

Alfonse isn't very good at this role.

"W-when did you get a cat?" As confused as Elias is, that doesn't stop him from pulling the furball into his arms.

"Today. I also didn't get it; it sort of forced itself onto me, really." He shrugs.

"Explains a lot" The youngest retorts sarcastically but moves on nonetheless, practically adopting Cookie for the time being.

7:36 PM

"I told you I won't forget; now leave!"

"Okay, okay, you're so pushy, jeez."

Klaus practically shoves his younger brothers out the door.

"See you later; have a safe ride home; bye!" Door slam.

Klaus sigh, resting his back on the front door.

Cookie curiously approaches him, meowing in the process, earning herself a smile from the tall blond.

She rubs her head against his legs, so Klaus gives in and pulls her into his arms. "You're such a lil manipulator, y'know that?"

Klaus takes his new companion and goes back to his room.

9:49 PM

Cookie buries her face in the crook of a sleeping Klaus's neck, not very keen on making sure he doesn't wake up.

Alas, the blond was too far gone to be woken up by the furball.

After all, he'd had a pretty long day.

And even though he'd swear to never be able to sleep except in complete darkness, Klaus was now in deep sleep while the light from the tv screen illuminates his sharp features.

Well, not like that was the only out of character thing to happen today, huh?

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you and i, and her. pt. 9

Chapter 8

Summary: The journey with Ellie thickens and you run into some obstacles. Getting closer and closer to the WLF has some risks and before you could make it far enough, you are attacked by the WLF who doesn’t yet recognize you. Ellie is kidnapped and you run for it. Now reader is in a dilemma sooner than she thought she’d be. Now in the territory of what was once her home she could risk being identified. Exposing her secret to Ellie.

Warnings: Once again reader hates herself, Ellie’s flirting is getting kind of obvious. Kidnapping, brief descriptions of violence, fighting, shimmer dies. Not much in to worry about in this chapter. Please see notes at the end to help me make a decision about tomorrows chapter! thanks for reading xoxoxo!!

You were sort of not the greatest person in the world. And that became more clear the longer you started to reciprocate Ellie’s advances. Ellie had done nothing but support you, she was a good person. But here you are, entertaining the idea that you weren’t an awful person, romanticizing yourself so Ellie still liked you. She was going to find out soon so what is the harm in embracing every moment you have with her now?

It’s actually probably very harmful. But you felt selfish, especially after such a heartbreak.

Abby cheated. You had never broken up, she just left you to die. She didn’t look for you like how you’d look for her. Your heart was growing and it was settling a place inside for Ellie. Was it possible to love two people at once? Or were you just liking the idea of one of them while genuinely loving the other. It was so fucking complicated. But as far as you knew. Your long romance with Abby was over. Still a part of you that was so enraptured in her, hoped at the end of the day that you would find eachother again.

“How stupid of me” you’d thought.

You and Ellie were deep in some sort of downtown past the music shop, You’d been on Shimmer all day and your legs kind of felt numb from sitting so long. Being on a horse was not the most comfortable thing in the world. there was a building titled “Ruston Coffee”

Ellie and you jumped off, you wondered how you’d get in for a second until you heard a loud shatter of Ellie throwing a random brick at the window.

“Ellie! Oh my god warn me next time”

Ellie smiled and climbed in, beckoning for you to follow her.

You went in, careful of the sharp glass around you. You both went out back, to the bathroom.

Very suddenly an infected came out and sprung at Ellie. Her reflexes were quick and she slit its throat. The way she was so quick with her hands made you question her experiences and how exactly was it that she was so skilled in killing. Joel must’ve had a big influence on teaching her, you assumed. You’d explored for a bit together but ultimately found nothing worth your time other than a small key that seemed to be attached to a dog tag. Ellie held it up.

“What’s this?”

“A key.”

“Well no duh Ellie but what does it say?”

“Uhm it says Barkos”

“Hey I think I saw a place called Barkos Pet Store west of the music store!”

“Let’s go then”

Ellie grabbed your hand as if it was an obvious thing to do and helped you step out of the window. She kicked glass out of the way before you stepped in it. She was awfully chivalrous.

“Such a gentlemen” You grinned, gripping Ellie’s hand gently.

“Of course m’lady” She said with a doopy smile

The entire walk to Barkos she didn’t let your hand go. It felt nice to be cared for. You’d feel guilty another time now you’d just enjoy some time with Ellie. You’d walked down a side alley together and headed inside. Luckily enough Ellie discovers some type of Poster from the WLF. You were getting close and it created an awful turning in your gut.

You leaned over Ellie’s shoulder and read the poster

“They think we’re sheep, bare your fangs.”

Ellie was quiet.

“Cringe” you’d spoke blunty.

Ellie looked over at you. She relaxed,

“Yea it’s pretty cheesy.”

“Weirdos with weird propaganda.” You said, as if you weren’t one of the concept artists for posters like this years ago with Abby.

“Your so right”

You kind of liked hating on the WLF with Ellie. Though it was very hypocritical the entire Owen thing made you feel quite petty. It was indirectly a way to talk shit about Abby. Whom you really really felt very disconnected too at this point.

You rubbed the locket that settled on your collarbones. Maybe it was time to take it off. Were you ready to let go? Did you even deserve that? Deserve a chance to change? Did you deserve Ellie? No, probably not. But you would try your best to be better for her. She had been through enough and the fact that you already betrayed her and snuck away from her on top of Joel’s death and whatever other trauma she had made you feel like you wanted to improve as a person. She was good for you, you wanted to be good for her.

You then both left Barkos, finding nothing interesting. Heading down the south road, there was a walkway going over the street. You both climbed up the walkway an approached a building. Once again, Ellie there a brick at the windows, this time she warned you though, which you appreciated. It was highly populated with infected so you grabbed out your axe while Ellie approached them with a knife.

Ellie took a deep breath, “Here we go.” she spoke, anticipation in her voice.

Going counterclockwise Ellie started with the clicker in the room while you went straight for the runner in the doorway. Once they were eliminated, you’d both gone round to others in the end room. Going to a long corridor, you moved in stealth back to back, watching eachothers weak spots. The coast was clear.

Eventually you both started talking again once deciding that there was nothing else to harm you. The duo traveled down the lobby, there wasn’t much light so you’d both turned on your flashlights.

“Oh shit!” You mumbled

“What?”

A rotten corpse laid on the floor, completely decomposed.

Ellie made a gagging noise. “that’s why it fucking stinks in here”

You reached down and found a letter it seemed like a plea. You pocketed it for later.

To the left was a wooden door but it was locked. You turned to Eilie,

“Go ahead”

She smirked and threw yet another brick (where was she finding those?) at the window to enter the office. There was a safe and you took notice of it for later. This time Ellie didn’t let go of your hand even when you were out of the window. You’d both look through some filing cabinets and Ellie found a book you recognized.

“Prep, a survival guide for the silent majority”

“Silent majority. Ominous”

“I guess so” Ellie responded.

It stank in this room as well, and you noticed another lifeless body in far stages of rigor mortis. You pulled machete out from inside of it. It made a strange wet noise.

“Gross”

“Why’d you take it?”

“Not everyday you see a perfectly good machete lying around”

Ellie left it at that, looking around some more, still with entwined hands. It was almost like she didn’t notice her hold on you. Like it was in her nature. A code was written on the whiteboard,

“Ellie go put this into the safe, 860722”

Ellie let go of your hand to open the safe, the feeling of her touch lingered.

“Oh fuck yes!”

You kneeled by Elle, both eye level to the safe.

“Some more raviolis!” Ellie spoke with some excitement in her pretty green eyes. You admired them for a second before quickly avoiding her stare.

“Why would they be in a safe?”

“Well there’s some ammo too” Ellie said, stuffing everything in her already full pack.

“Doesn’t explain the ravioli”

“They’re just that good!”

“Sure Ells. That’s totally why”

“Oh whatever y/n, let’s keep going!”

Ellie took your hand again and walked to the lift shafts. You dropped into the elevator and once in the garage were immediately placed into combat. Infected were everywhere. Saving ammo, You both used hand to hand on the Runners, careful to dodge them. You plunged your machete into them, decaptating each one.

“Told you it would be useful!”

Ellie didn’t pay any mind to that comment she was using her gun ( or rather one of them) to fire at clickers. They fell to the floor with a heavy thud.

Eventually you both made it last the garage unscathed.

“We…make a good pair” Ellie spoke, breaking the quiet you were wandering in. You didn’t look at her when she said this, her gaze on you was too strong. Sometimes eye contact felt like it hurt. Especially with her loving stare. You didn’t deserve it.

“Yea, we really do” in your peripheral you could see her face lighting up. And it hurt you. Knowing that would someday turn into a hateful glare hurt. But for now, you’ll grasp at every part of her she shared with you.

You headed to a gate that said FUCK FEDRA in big letters. Conveniently someone had gotten there before you as the gate had a damaged area big enough to crawl through.

And so you kept riding on. This time when your arms wrapped around Ellie’s waist, she held one of them, rubbing circle’s soothingly into your knuckles. It was sort of impressive, her ability to ride with one hand.

You stopped when another large building came into sight.

“The Servena Hotel.” Ellie read out loud.

The place was absolutely trashed. Infected ran rampant but with Ellie, killing them felt like a video game. Getting rid of obstacles rather than people who were once human.

The lobby was soon cleared out and Ellie held your hand again. It was almost like an instinctual urge she had, to be touching you somehow at all times. Upstairs you both raided the cabinets. Finding more artifacts of the WLF. There was a hotel door slightly ajar. You headed in.

The light in this room was orange, there was dust visible in the atmosphere and the curtains were tightly shut. As if hiding something. You walked in further. A body was bound to a chair, leaning to one side, beaten a bruised they had put up a fight for sure.

“Shit” someone had been here, you approached first. holding your pistol out to them. They were leaning over and Ellie then pushed their head up.

“What the fuck happened here?”

Ellie paused, recognition flickering in her eyes you watched her carefully.

“Tommy did this.”

“This? What?”

“This was one of the ones that killed Joel” Ellie spoke with a tone of rage in her voice.

You didn’t realize that Tommy was on his own journey this entire time. Now Abby had two people to worry about. One of which, Tommy she didn’t know about. Fuck her anyways though. She would be “fine” according to her.

You made a few steps forward before noticing another one.

“There’s another one over here”

On his side sat a man tied down to a chair. His brains were blown out of him. Blood dripping in a pool by his ear. It smelt of copper.

“I don’t recognize him” Ellie muttered

“He was using them against each other”

Your expression must’ve looked a little terrified. You were starting to see how violent Tommy could really be on the hunt for justice.

“How?” you questioned

“Joel told me about this.”

You raised an eyebrow for her to continue.

“You ask this guy a question but you don’t make him say it…. you make him write it down. Then you ask this guy and if the facts match they’re telling the truth…if not”

“ You fuck em up” you finished

“Yea”

East one was written on the floor along with a number. Ellie took out a map of her own. You didn’t even realize she had one in the first place.

“Another gate code?”

“Looks like it”

“This just happened Els, he can’t be far off”

“Yea” Ellie responded monotone once again. Seeing these people clearly dragged her back into a place she didn’t want to be. A place where you couldn’t reach her. You didn’t like that. Not at all.

You then both proceeded to the next room. Ellie found a hammer and kept it “just in case”

Continuously you started to explore again. Until you spoke up,

“I say we find shelter and we set up camp”

You were interrupted by a large blast and were knocked off of Shimmer. A trap. You groaned in pain and rolled down some sort of surface. Separated from Ellie

A group of people ran to you “Get the other! Don’t loose her! Go!”

“Y/n!” You heard Ellie shout

A gunshot and a loud whine pained your ears. Shimmer was definitely dead. A loud groan and a crunch sounded. And it scared you.

“ Ellie please be okay.” was the last thought you had before quickly running away. out of sight.

Notes: So, more angst will be coming up soon that is if the reader is recognized by the WLF and exposed to Ellie. I wonder exactly how this should go about since Ellie will obviously find this unforgivable. Will reader be accepted by Abby again or will she be shunned from them all and left alone? I’m still debating it myself and all the possibilities this story could be. I don’t plan on ending it any time soon. Feedback would be appreciated! After all this is all for my small group of loyal readers that I really do appreciate. xoxo! Thanks for reading!

ps i still haven’t found my charger and writing on google docs iphone has been difficult pls lmk if y’all see any mistakes! thanks! <3

#abby anderson #abby x reader #ellie tlou2 #angst #ellie x reader #gaming #eventual smut #fem reader #the last of us 2 #ellie williams

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sunshinebingo · 10 months

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The Princess and the Knight

Chapter 10

A/N: And I'm back. This fic is almost over. Again I'm tagging @headcanonheadcase and @shadowsxgwynriel as a thank you for supporting this. And because I love them ♥

Synopsis: The Princess confronts the Count about his actions.

Word Count: 1.7k

Warning: A little mention of blood (No one has fixed the Count’s nose yet 🤷)

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‘’Your Majes-‘’

‘’Silence,’’ the queen exclaimed from where she stood to the right of her throne. Her voice carried strength and power. Orla was known to be a kind and compassionate queen. But as the ruler of the kingdom, she would stop at nothing to protect her people. Especially when it was her own daughter. However, in this case, the queen had gladly handed her throne to the one who needed its authority more than her.

"It is not me who you should beg to," Orla said.

Seated on the queen’s throne like it was made for her, the princess watched the man who had threatened her life and that of her lover. He was even more pathetic when he was not speaking of his high birth status and his exploits. All the fear Gwyn had previously felt for Azriel had been replaced with disgust and loathing for the Count as soon as she had seen the man outside. She found the sight of him surrounded by knights and with his hands shackled behind his back to be very satisfying. Even more so with the blood coming out of his broken nose and running down his chin.

‘’Do you know why you are here, my lord?’’ Gwyneth asked as if she was merely wondering about the weather.

Count Devlon took a step towards the dais but was immediately yanked back by the chains attached to his shackles by the knight behind him. The knight was none other than the one who had given him a new nose. Azriel tried his best to remain calm. He focused all his attention on the woman sitting on the throne with her legs crossed and her expression carrying more anger than he had ever seen in her. If it was up to him, the dogs would have been feeding on Devlon’s remains by now. But Gwyn had insisted that the fate of the Count would be hers and hers alone. Azriel would be lying if he said that this vicious side of hers was not extremely attractive.

‘’I am giving you a chance to explain yourself. So speak.’’ Gwyn’s voice was calm despite the storm brewing behind her bright teal eyes. Everyone in the room then could see the resemblance between the queen and her daughter. Gwyn was a lot like her father in many ways. But her patience and protectiveness was a trait she had undoubtedly received from Orla.

‘’I –‘’ Devlon mumbled. Then he cleared his throat. ‘’There is a scheme against me, Your Highness.’’ Azriel rolled his eyes in exasperation behind the Count who still tried to look as dignified as possible despite his situation.

‘’Is there now?’’ the princess asked, cocking her head to the side and raising her brows at the Count. Gwyn snapped her fingers without looking away from him. A guard who was standing at the bottom of the dais walked the few steps to the throne and placed a small stack of papers in the princess’ hand.

‘’Do you know what these are?’’

The Count stared at the content in her hands. ‘’No, Your Highness,’’ he said after a brief silence.

‘’No?’’ she asked. ‘’Then allow me to refresh your mind.’’ Gwyn opened one of the letters, cleared her throat a bit more dramatically than was necessary, and proceeded to read its content.

‘'I want Sir Azriel dead,’’ she cut straight to the important part. ‘’I do not care how you do it. Kill him and bring me the proof that the brute is dead. If you somehow mention my involvement, you will die along with the knight,’’ Gwyn looked to Count for a moment before reading the rest.

‘’As for the bratty princess, take her and keep her safe until I come. She is mine. I will deal with her.’’ Azriel swallowed a groan and held tightly to the end of the chain he had in hand to stop himself from lunging at the count and finish what he had started.

‘’This letter, and all the 25 others, was addressed to a number of criminals and exiled person across the kingdom. All 26 of them were written in your handwriting.’’ The count opened his mouth to speak but the princess cut him off. ‘’All 26 of them were found among your belongings, in your private office, in your manor.’’

The count tried to interrupt Gwyn again but she kept going, her voice louder than before. ‘’All 26 of them contain the official seal of your house Count Devlon. How dare you lie to the crown when we have proof? Your own nephew has even confessed of all your ill intentions.’’ Lord Balthazar straightened from where he stood beside the knights at the bottom of the dais.

Devlon fell to his knees. ‘’Your Highness, please. I was doing it to protect you,’’ he said, perhaps realising that his lies would only make thing worse. Gwyn let out a low laugh. Standing next to her, the queen looked at the pleading man with disgust. ‘’I was trying to prevent her highness from making a mistake by associating herself with someone unworthy,’’ Devlon continued.

‘’Enough,’’ she threw all the letters before her and they all landed carelessly on the polished floor in front of Devlon. Gwyn was seething. She stood up from the throne and walked down the few steps. Devlon tried to rise when she stopped before him but Azriel yanked hard on his chain, causing him to fall back and a few snorts to rise in the room.

‘’Who I associate myself with is none of your concern,’’ she said, looking down at the count. ‘’Meddling with my personal life has never been part of your duties. Nor is it anyone else’s.’’ She looked at Azriel and silently asked him to pull the count back on his feet. The knight grabbed him by the collar and lifted him up like he weighted nothing.

‘’You have committed 26 treasons with these letters,’’ she told the Count. ‘’And for that, you will be punished 26 times.’’ Devlon’s eyes widened.

She looked at him straight in the eyes and said firmly. ‘’You are officially stripped of everything you own. As from now, you will spend the rest of your days living in the dungeons and scrubbing every bit of filth in this castle like the rat you are. Do you understand me?’’

‘’Your Highn-‘’

‘’Do you understand me?’’ she repeated more slowly.

Devlon lowered his head, looking at the blood that had soaked his clothes. ‘’Yes,’’ he mumbled.

‘’Yes?’’

‘’Yes, Your Highness,’’ he said.

‘’Good.’’

Azriel’s lips turned up into a wicked smirk behind the Count. A thrill went through Gwyn when she looked at her knight. She threw a wink at him, not concerned at all by the prying eyes in the room. She was certain that they were all aware of their situation at this point. And she imagined that, at least now, anyone would think twice before threatening her loved ones.

‘’Get him out of my sight,’’ she ordered. With that, the knights turned and dragged Devlon out of the room. A guard opened the door to a cell when they reached the Count’s new home.

As soon as he was thrown inside, Devlon turned around and narrowed his eyes at Azriel. ‘’You,’’ he said through gritted teeth.

‘’Shut it,’’ the knight cut him off, ‘’before I break the rest of your ugly face.’’ Then Azriel shut the door in Devlon’s angry face and left.

.....

Later that day, Gwyn lounged on her massive bed, hand intertwined with the knight lying beside her. She had wanted to go riding and spend some time at her secret spot at the waterfall. But Azriel had disagreed, saying that they should be careful for a while. He was right considering Devlon might have already sent some of those letters.

‘’What will happen now?’’ she asked

‘’What do you mean?’’

Gwyn turned on her side and propped herself on her elbow. She disentangled her hand from Azriel’s and started to trace his face.

‘’Everyone knows about us.’’ She delicately ran a finger over the bridge of his nose, his cheeks, his jaw line. Azriel kissed her finger when she ran it over his lips.

‘’Does that bother you?’’

She smiled at him and leaned over him to replace her finger with her lips. She kissed him softly on the forehead. ‘’No.’’ Then she kissed him on the nose. ‘’Not at all.’’ And finally pressed her lips gently to his. ‘’I am actually glad that we won’t have to hide anymore.’’ Azriel grabbed her by the waist and turned her so he could be on top.

‘’But,’’ Gwyn continued before he could kiss her back. ‘’It was exciting to secretly make out in random corners of the castle so I want that to continue.’’

Azriel laughed at that. Her tone was more serious than what the statement required. As if their secret make out sessions, which often led to much more, were an official addition to his duties. Not that he was complaining. ‘’Is that an order princess?’’

‘’Well of course Sir,’’ she replied, still with her serious voice. ‘’And I suggest that you listen to me.’’

‘’Or what?’’ the hand he had on her waist started to glide down towards her leg.

‘’Or I’m afraid that you will have to be punished.’’ Azriel remembered when Gwyn was sitting on the throne this morning, looking as regal and powerful as ever. She knew exactly what she was doing to him. Gwyn parted her legs to allow him to settle between them.

‘’What kind of punishment would I get?’’ he asked, his hands slowly making their way beneath her skirt and up her bare legs.

‘’The kind that requires you to be on your knees before me.’’

Something seemed snap in him then. He moved at the end of the bed and dragged her to the edge so fast that she shrieked. He stared intently into her eyes from where he kneeled before her. ‘’Punish me princess,’’ he said before he lowered his mouth on her.

#gwynriel #fairytale au #gwyneth berdara #azriel #👑#gwynriel fanfic

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persephone-is-here-omg · 2 years

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Coping Mechanisms.

Pairing: James Bond/Reader.

Warnings: Smut, fingering, oral (female receiving), drinking in the tub.

Word Count: 4528.

Rating: 18+.

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So, I wanna thank @youvebeenlivingfictional because if I had not come accross her absolutely fantastic Old Dog series, I would have never considered writing this one. But, honestly? All her fics are amazing.

Your body aches, you need a shower and a bed. Nothing is broken and there is no blood, but you're not fine. The mission had gone tits up. Well, not exactly, but if it wasn't for Bond you'd probably be dead, too. Like her. He had come and taken care of that which you couldn't, even if you wanted too. You were grateful for that, for him being there. As an MI6 agent knowing who to trust, and deciding to trust someone, was always a risky business, but Bond? If you could describe him in two words, they would be reliable and reckless. Somewhat contradictory, maybe, but never inaccurate.

He doesn't talk as he drives, something you're grateful for, too. You don't think you'd be able to talk without bursting into tears, at least not at this very moment. You need to be alone and process, you don't think you'll get that luxury, as much as you'd like it.

"I don't think there's need for one of us to keep guard, we've lost them and they wouldn't know where to start, anyway" Bond explains matter-of-factly, he sounds like he looks, exhausted.

You nod and gather yourself before you speak "I don't think either of us would be able to stay awake after all that happened"

He wants to ask, you can see it in his eyes, but doesn't.

The safe house is a small, unassuming flat in a small, unassuming residential building in the outskirts of the city. It should be enough to lie low for a few days, while extraction is confirmed, and the mess gets cleaned up. You change cars on the way, get some take out food and finally arrive there long after midnight. Bond double-checks the locks while you look around the rooms and make sure no one is waiting for you.

Bond is sitting on the arm of the sofa, looking at you. He's clear blue eyes analyse you, is almost too much, and you don't know what he is looking for or at. You know he likes what you're wearing, he said as much, joked about ridiculously short hems. Had leaned in and played with the hem of your dress as he carefully looked over your shoulder, as he counted all guards.

“This place has one bedroom” You announce tiredly and leaning against the frame of said bedroom’s door.

Bond looks at you and huffs a laugh “Of course, it does. I’ll keep my hands to myself if you do the same”

You laugh and shake your head “We’re adults, and we’re exhausted. I’ll step into the shower first, if you don’t mind”

Bond gestures with his hand in the general direction of the bedroom “Go on”

The water is almost scalding as you stand under the stream, you groan at the soreness in your muscles, wonder at the bruises that you will see the next morning. Try to not think about tonight. Your job is done, and so is Bond’s. You force yourself out of the shower, mindful of leaving Bond some hot water.

You ruffle through the duffle bag on the bed with the few things you managed to get out of your original apartment as Bond heads into the bathroom. You change into a pair of wide legged pants and a long sleeved, cropped top. Your phone vibrates in your hand.

“Are you safe?” Q’s voice comes from the other end of the secure line.

“Yes. Things got slightly out of hand” You say, wincing as you sit down “But we’re in the safe house”

“Good. There should be a laptop in the safety. Use it to get all the documents you found” Q instructs “Mallory isn’t quite happy with the mess you and Bond left behind”

“I am not quite happy about it” You counter and turn around when you hear Bond step outside the bathroom.

Your eyes wander the expanse of his exposed torso, the way the muscles move and strain under his skin as he moves his luggage from the floor onto the bed. Bond catches your wandering eyes, something you don’t have the mind space to name right now flickers in his, and then he sees the phone.

“Hello, Q” He says loud enough for Q to hear.

“Bond” Q greets back “Do you have the thumb drive?”

“I do, yes. Not only that but we managed to copy a good amount of files from Andrade’s computers” Bond explains, sounding as unbothered as ever “Is there a computer here we can use to get those securely to you?”

“I was explaining, there is a computer on the safety. Use that. The files should transfer in a few hours”

“Extraction?”

“Still a few days away. We need to clean up the mess before we get you two out”

“How bad is it?” You ask.

“It could be much worse” Q reassures you “Just a few days, and you will be back”

The conversation fizzles out and Q closes the line. Bond opens the small closet and moves a panel at the back, uncovering a safe box. He enters his personal code, puts in his fingerprint, and gets a computer out of it. As soon as the computer is ready to start the transfer of the files, he plugs the thumb drive in. Your phone lights up with a text from Q, it reads ‘Transfer started.’

“You need to eat” Bond says when he comes into the small kitchen and finds you with a glass of scotch in your hand.

You shrug “Do I?”

“Getting drunk on an empty stomach and letting perfectly good food go cold won’t make things better” Bond’s argument is sound enough. You have to give him that as he hands you a plate with a couple of slices of pizza in it.

You take it and make a show out of biting onto the first one.

“Cheeky” He says and grabs one for himself.

You sit down in one of the chairs and look at Bond again. He’s wearing a pair of grey sweatpants, no shirt, the light dusting of blond hair on his chest catches the light of the kitchen, and he finds you staring again. If he is thinking anything of it, he keeps it to himself. You like staring at Bond, and you’ve made your peace with it. Up to this point, it has never been an obstacle in this mission. Other things were, but certainly not that.

Is past two thirty a.m. when you crawl onto bed. The bottle of scotch has less than half left in it. You’re buzzed, and you curl in on yourself, pull the covers up to your eyes.

You wake up with the slivers of sunlight leaking in through the spaces between the window and the curtains. Bond is sitting on the bed, the computer on his lap, he is typing something when you peek up at him “Q?”

He nods, fingers still typing "Q is just making sure everything is still in order"

You sigh and sit up, then stand and walk out into the kitchen, look through the drawers and cabinets until you manage to find a package of coffee. Is not your usual, you're not sure if it is even good, but it'll have to do. You take it back to the bedroom and offer a mug to Bond. The computer is back on the bedside table.

"Have you thought about what you'll say when they ask why didn't you take the shot?" The question takes you by surprise.

"I..." You start but close your mouth, try to gather your thoughts "Does it matter? He's dead. She is, too. The work is done, you did it"

"They will ask" Bond insists "And if you slip up in eval, they might pull you off of field duty"

“I know” You do know. But you wanted to do the right thing, too “I thought I could help her” The thought is out before you can stop it.

“You’re not the first agent to deal with something like this, but you have to find a way to manage this and come out the other side”

You look at Bond, but he is not looking at you. He’s looking straight ahead, and you know what he is talking about. You’ve heard about it. About her. Vesper. Smart, beautiful and dead. You’ve heard the comments and the whispers. Nothing is harder than trying to live up to the memory of a woman long dead, is a futile exercise, one you’ve no interest endeavouring in.

“I saw…” You clear your throat “I could have been her” Is all you manage to say before you have to steady yourself and take a deep breath.

“But you aren’t. You’re here” Bond’s words are oddly reassuring, and you turn your face towards him, he’s looking at you now. The look he gives you says a lot, even if his words say so little. This look you exchange is between two people who have got too close and allowed this job to take a lot from them.

Watching Bond take on a task as mundane and domestic as breakfast feels odd. Not because you don’t think he is a functional adult that does his own cooking, it’d be strange if he was capable of keeping himself alive on this job, but not take care of basic human needs. It feels odd because it humanizes him, it shows an unexpected and caring side to a man capable of a lot of violence. But he does go through it. Not that there is much to work on, just left over cold pizza from last night that he heats up and hands you on a plate.

You fill the tub and get in. Bond is out, getting acquainted with the surrounding area, you appreciate the alone time. You can think and drink, the half bottle of scotch sits on the floor, beside the tub.

You reach for the bottle and take a swig of it. It burns as it goes down your throat, and you grimace, hissing. That first day, you had parked the car outside the airport, got out and waited for Bond leaning against the passenger’s side door. His blue eyes had landed on you the moment he had stepped out, he was studying you the whole drive, asking questions that he knew the answers to. Measuring those answers and determining, little by little, if you could be trusted.

Later that night, Bond had come into your room, crouched in front of you and buckled your heels for you “Just making sure they’re buckled right. Wouldn’t want any accidents” He had looked up at you, and you had felt the heat of his gaze travel over you, all the way from your feet, to your face.

You had given Bond a silent, little smirk. A muted “Thank you”

The memory brings a smile to your face, you huff a soft laugh and take a deep breath. You lean over the lip of the tub and grab the bottle once again, take another swig and let the alcohol go down your throat.

You wish your mind would stay on those moments with Bond, but it does not. It refuses to.

You can see it so vividly. You ran towards her. Ana was laying on the floor, she wasn’t moving as you kneeled beside her, there was a pool of blood under her head, one of her eyes was black and her lip was split. The door had slammed closed behind you, and you turned your head to find Andrade looking down at you.

“I knew it had to be you” He stalked towards you and there was no time for you to grab your gun. He grabbed your arm and threw you on the floor. You knew, back then, you had to get away or he would have killed you. Andrade kicked your side and the air left your lungs. Your leg flew up, and you missed his crotch by inches, but it was enough to make him stumble back. It had been enough for you to be able to grab the gun. Your side was on fire as you pointed at him. Breathing was hard and your eyes were swimming with unshed tears.

You had signalled him to move “Stop” You said once he wasn’t between the door and you “She’s dead” You had said, more to yourself than to him. Your finger hovered over the trigger “Give me a reason, and I’ll do it” But for some reason you couldn’t do it. Then Bond had come in.

He had noticed how stiff you were, how you couldn’t pull that trigger, your watery eyes and the way your shallow breathing rattled your chest.

Bond walked to your side and put his hand around your trembling one “I can take care of this” His voice had been soft. His hand had settled you, allowed you to turn your eyes slowly to him as he took the gun from you.

Bond nodded as he took the gun from you, you had looked at Ana’s lifeless body then walked out of the room. Bond pulled the trigger.

You break the water surface and take a deep breath.

“I was starting to worry you wouldn’t come up” Bond is leaning against the door frame, arms crossed.

“Sorry” You’re not sure what you’re apologizing about.

But Bond moves, with that fluidity that only he can achieve, and walks into the bathroom and crouches beside the tub. Takes the bottle and helps himself to a swig of it, then puts it out of your reach.

You raise an eyebrow at him and he puts his arms on the edge of the tub, one over the other, then rests his chin over his folded arms “Can’t let you develop bad coping mechanisms”

He says it with an amused lilt to his voice, but you can tell he is being serious, too. Albeit careful with the way he says things “No more drinking”

“Do as I say, not as I do” You counter and Bond just smiles that knowing smile of his and points at you with a finger.

You’re keenly aware that Bond can see your naked form in the clear tub water “You just wanted to have a peek”

“I have been known to be curious” He counters.

“Creep” You tease him.

“There’s only so much I can do with you like this” Bond deeps a finger in the warm water and looks at you, waiting for you give a sign that this isn’t something you want. But it never comes. You want this, the distraction, his presence, that playful gleam in his eyes. You want Bond to do whatever it is he is thinking about doing.

His hand is in the water and you look at it, then into those blue eyes of his “You’ll get wet, Bond”

“I’m trying to” Bond drags a finger over your knee. Eyes fixed on your face as he moves that finger, his hand up your thigh. You part your legs just enough for Bond to reach the apex between your thighs, to flick one finger over that bundle of nerves and watch as you gasp.

Your hand wraps around his bicep, and you keep your eyes on him. A challenge.

“Do your worst, then” You breathe and dig your nails into his skin, just enough for him to feel the bite, the sting of it.

Bond hisses and the corners of his mouth lift up just slightly. His finger drags between your lips, from your entrance to your clit, your hips buck. He tilts his head as he watches your reaction. His other hand moves slowly over the water and cups one of your breasts, his thumb circles your nipple until it hardens and you groan, close your eyes and let your head fall back onto the edge of the tub.

When Bond pushes a finger inside you, all the way to the knuckle, he lets go of your breast and takes your chin in that same hand, makes you look at him “Are you sober enough for this?”

He’s not asking if you want it, the fact is you have not made an effort to hide it. He wants you sober enough for it. This.

You nod, but realize he probably wants to hear you say it. So you give him what he wants “Yes”

“Good” There’s promise on the way he says the word.

Bond drags his thumb over your lip and you scrape your teeth over it, there’s a fire in his blue gaze that lures you in as he circles your clit once again. He rewards you with one of those knowing smiles when you gasp.

He cups your chin again and beckons you forward, closer to him, to his lips. Again, that smile was there and his fingers.

Bond is so good with his hands, his fingers.

You close the space between your mouth and his, Bond’s other hand clasps the back of your neck as he thrusts a finger inside you, your mouth opens in a breathless gasp, and he deepens the kiss. Bond leans in until your back is resting against the back of the tub again and drags his finger almost completely out of your cunt, only to add a second and thrust them in at an agonizingly slow pace.

“More” You demand and Bond gives you an amused look.

“Ask politely” But he circles your clit and your hips jolt on their own.

You frown at Bond and he licks his lips “More, please” You breathe as Bond actually pulls his fingers out and you watch, mesmerized, as he grabs the back of his shirt and pulls it over his head.

He wraps his hand around your neck and pulls you closer, until your lips crash against his. Bond’s other hand is back between your thighs, his thumb circling your clit as you pant against his lips.

Release is right at your fingertips, so close you can taste it. When you cum, your back arches and the water sloshes around you, your nails dig on Bond’s arm and he looks at you intently. Blue eyes boring into you, intense and unflinching. Bond kisses you again and he pulls back the corners of his mouth tug upwards “Ready to get out of the bath?”

Bond takes your hand and stands, he follows the movement with those eyes of his as the water cascades down your body. There’s hunger in his eyes, his gaze feels like a brand on your skin as you step out of the tub gingerly and Bond wraps his arms around you, pulling you into a kiss.

You’re still drenched, but his arms wrap tightly around your waist, one of his hands moving down your back to your rear as you wrap your arms around his neck and bury your hand in his short hair. You arch into him, as Bond spanks your ass hard and you gasp, the water on your skin making the sting more intense. He grabs a handful of your ass, and you shiver against him, lifting your leg and grinding against him. The denim of his jeans is rough against your skin, reminds you that he’s still mostly clothed but you’re completely nude and at his mercy.

“I like you like this” His voice is barely above a whisper “Naked and wet”

“That sounds bad” You tease and bite his earlobe. Bond slaps your ass once again and then moves his other hand down to your thigh, patting it until you wrap it around his narrow waist.

“I’m sure you’ve been waiting to know just how bad it can get” Bond says as he starts walking out of the bathroom and towards the bedroom.

Bond’s mouth is on yours as soon as your ass touches the mattress, his groan reverberates all over your body, and you try to pull him on top of you, but he grips your hips “On your hands and knees”

A part of you wants to protest, the other part is intrigued by the idea of following Bond’s instructions in this specific scenario. So you turn around, get on your hands and knees.

You wait to hear the shuffling of fabric, the zip of his pants being pulled down. You get something completely different.

There’s no warning for it, you just feel Bond’s mouth on you and gasp loudly. He grips your thighs tightly, keeps you in place when you try to pull away from the drag on his tongue against your pussy. Within seconds you’re almost melting under Bond’s ministrations, moaning his name as he sucks your clit between his lips. Is this why the interns fall all over themselves for him?

That thought makes you let out an unexpected giggle that earns you one more slap on your backside, the skin burns pleasantly and you groan, closing your eyes. Bond is good. He’s so damn good with his mouth.

“Bond” His name is a breathless plea coming from your lips and he keeps a tight grip on your hips, preventing you from rocking them against his face. But you push on your hands, leaning in closer. He licks from your clit to your entrance and you shiver. Bond’s low, guttural laugh vibrates from your core into your whole body. Another swift spank lands on your ass, and you arch your back.

Its enough to make you cum against his mouth, soaking his face and chin as your legs tremble and you breathe hard “Oh, God” You whisper as the aftershocks of your release course through your body and Bond licks you through it. You jump as his teeth close over your ass cheek, hissing at the burn and the knowledge that his bite will leave a mark, as he pulls back and you see him stand up as you look over your shoulder.

Bond licks his lips. You hear the jingling of his belt buckle while keeping your eyes on his and before long you feel the teasing smoothness of his tip against your pussy. You arch your back and shiver as he thrusts slowly into you, his hands tight on your hips.

Bond bottoms out and grinds against your ass. His grip on your hips tightens until you’re sure his fingers will leave bruises, but it feels good. The pain laced pleasure grounds you into the moment and allows you to walk back from the edge, calm yourself enough to enjoy the stretch of his cock inside you.

“That’s good” Bond says, tugging you back against him when you try to scurry away and rock your hips “Stay still” He breathes, voice strained.

When he moves is a low, sensuous drag of his cock against your walls, and a humming sensation extends through you. Warm and fuzzy, and you shiver and clench around Bond’s length. Hear his groan in response and a lazy smile spreads over your lips, your eyes are halfway closed and you yelp when he slaps your buttock again.

“You like that” He whispers in your ear as he bends over you and wraps an arm tightly around your waist, the angle makes you feel him even deeper inside. Your breath catches in your throat and the only sound out of your lips when he pinches your nipple is a strangled gasp.

“Y-yes” You stutter, even though he wasn’t really asking, not when he can feel the way your body reacts to what he is doing to you. Not when he can feel just how so much wetter you get with every thrust of his hips.

Bond pulls back, and he buries a hand in your hair, forcing your back to arch and your fingers barely touch the mattress, as his thrusts turn deeper and harder, more brutal and less controlled. Is the kind of pleasure laced with just the right amount of pain to get you out of your head.

Soon enough, Bond is tugging on your hair until you’re on your knees and your back is against his chest. He lets go of your hair and his arm comes around your waist holding you upright. His free hand wraps around your neck in a firm hold. Bond’s breath is warm against your cheek and you turn your face just enough to kiss him as your hips move back into his, meeting him thrust for thrust.

That arm around your middle sneaks down your front and cups your centre, his fingers glide easily between your outer lips and Bond bites your earlobe “I knew you were a good girl”

His words make you shiver, your walls clench around his length and Bond lets out a breathless chuckle against your ear.

He starts to circle your clit right at that moment, his fingers slick and shiny as you look down and watch his hand move against you. It feels like you’re about to burst at the seams, it makes a new wave of wetness rush out of you and that heat in the pit of your stomach turns into a raging fire. Your hand wraps itself around Bond’s wrist, nails digging into his skin as you both move your hips faster and harder.

The sounds of your bodies colliding against each other fill the room, your mouth hangs slightly open and it's almost too much as you feel yourself tighten around his cock and cum hard. There are white dots dancing in your vision as you groan and gasp for air, arching against his chest and cursing loudly.

Bond doesn’t stop circling your clit or pumping hips as you do, instead he keeps going until your whole world feels like it has narrowed to the feel of his fingers on your bundle of nerves and his cock dragging in and out of you.

Is overwhelming and you almost want to tell him to stop, but you can’t. It feels too good, and you’re cuming again, harder than before, your whole body is trembling and if Bond wasn’t holding you up, you’d crumble into the mattress.

Bond’s own thrust start to lose their pace, they become staggered and the sound he makes causes you shiver again, clench around him once more

“I could get a few more out you”

His voice sounds almost cruel as he says it, but he pulls out of you and almost immediately you can feel the warmth of his semen against your inner thighs and see some of it land on the sheets. His breathing is ragged and he bites your shoulder “I probably will, later”

He helps you lay down on the bed and climbs onto it beside you, his arm snaking around your waist again. His thumb circling your hip distractedly, his lips on your shoulder “Did that work?”

You laugh softly, still breathless and nod “That’s one impressive trick”

Bond smiles and tilts his head, intense blue eyes fixed on you “I can repeat it as many times as you need”

“I’ll keep it in mind when drinking in the tub starts looking appealing then”

#james bond #daniel craig #james bond x reader #007 #no time to die #q #007 x reader #james bond x you #007 x you

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angelic-vibez · 2 years

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Jungkook | Silent treatment

Summary; Jungkook gives you a silent treatment after your cat ruins his whole gaming setup

Genre; quiet angsty but fluff ending and kissesss

It's not like anyone is gunna read this cuz.. yall I'm at zerroo followers. But if anyone happens to stumble upon it... enjoy my friend :)

You leaned you're head against the wall and stared at you're boyfriend who sat on the couch with his dog on his lap as he scrolled through his phone. Sighing loudly you walked over and sat beside him.

"For how long are you going to keep ignore me?" You asked yet gotten no reply. Just like it has been the past few days. "Please Jungkook at least say something. I really didn't mean-"

Before you were able to finish explaining- or even begin to explain- he shot up from his seat and walked away calling his dog behind him. You sighed again and laid your head back on the couch. You were beginning to feel hoplees Your cat instantly jumped on you making herself comfortable on your lap. You stroked her fluffy white hair as you remembered what had went down a few days ago.

You're grand mother had gifted you this beautiful cat before she passed away. You adored the cat though It was creating a complete mess having her around the house. You decided to be patient with her, potty train her and thought it was just until she gets used to the environment.

Jungkook on the other hand was having it. He didn't ask you to get rid if her he knows what she means to you, but he'd always sigh and groan and get frustrated to clean up the mess she made or he'd always ask you to put her on a leash. He also has a couple of scratches getting him even more mad than he already is. Yet the man chose to stay patient.

It was until one night when you were making dinner in the kitchen you heard a loud noise from up the stairs. You walked to check following the directions of the continuous noise. You heart begins to accelerate when you reached Jungkooks gaming room. Once you open the door, your jaw dropped to the floor as you watched the complete mess you're cat made unfolding before you.

She meows and brushes against your legs wanting attention. "Oh my God! What have you done!" You almost yelled.

Pillows were thorn. His Xbox and joysticks were laying around broken. Everything was a mess including his chair and TV screen. You don't even know how she managed to do all this.

"Babe, are you alright?" He rushed toward you only to notice the complete horror caused in his room.

"Jungkook I-"

"Are you fucking kidding me?" He walks in and looks around grabbing whatever in his reach yet only to notice it was broken. It's not like Jungkook can't buy ten gaming set up if he wanted to but the fact that he told you to keep your cat on a leash many times and you didn't listen got him infuriated.

"Babe, I'm so sorry I-" he didn't give you another second as he walked past you with boiling rage.

Ever since then, he hasn't spoken to you a single word. You understood he needed his space because he was mad at you. So you gave him his space and in the mean time you managed to train your cat and she seemed to completley change. That still didn't matter though because it has been a week and a half since you're boyfriend talked to you or changed his gaming set up.

You tried again. You talked to him. You told him you trained your cat- which he really didn't seem to give a shit about- you cleaned up the mess though things still remained to be broken.

You tried to cuddle him but to only be pushed away. You'd tell him about you're day hoping he'd just give in and talk to you but it quiet seemed impossible. You made him his favorite food but he ate in he's room while you ate alone at the dining table.

He'd go out more than usual even though he's taking a break and not working at the moment. He'd possibly do anything to avoid you and he hasn't seen you in a couple of days.

Sitting along his hyungs in the room and just chilling and talking, the only person on his mind was you. He felt absolut guilt. It wasn't entirely your fault and you've already apologized. He also remeberd the time bam bam peed on you favorite dress and you didn't complain telling him it was totally fine.

Now you're begging seemed to stop. You hadn't texted or called him in two days. Even though he absolutely knew he won't be replying to any of them, he still wanted to see those things since it kept his calm. He checked every second but only to see your last text. Where you told him you were very sorry, that it was all your fault along with a sad face emoji.

Telling his hyungs he wanted to go home, he immediately left and got in his car. The unusual traffic had him thinking all but you and regretting what he had done when he remembered all of those times you begged him to forgive you on the verge of tears yet he just left you to be on you're own. He's jaw sets as he shook his head.

Once he had arrived home he rushed through the front door. The house sounded awfully quiet. He wanted to call out to you but instead he decided to search around for you. He looked everywhere but he couldn't find any sign of you. He opened his gaming room as he passed by it. His eyes widen at the sight. Everything was fixed to an even upgraded set up. He wondered how this happened because this was some next level shit. He knew you never had that kind of money to spend and he'd be notified if you had used any of his. But he looked around to see everything in place, new and so expensive.

"Y/n! ....Y/n!" He began to call out you're name.

"I'm in the kitchen!" He sighs in relief when he gets a response. Rushing down stairs he was so glad to see you. He had to stop himself from engulfing you into a bear hug.

"How... um... how did you.." he struggles to find the words since he'd been ignoring you for a while now he felt embarrassed to talk to you after what you've done for him.

"It's okay Jungkook. You don't have to feel the need to talk to me just because I fixed you're set up" you say walking back and forth making some dinner "you can keep pretending I don't exist"

He feels another wave of guilt washes over him. "But how?"

"I used up all my savings" he paused for a second. He knew you've been saving up to repair the house of you're grandfather 'cause he'd been struggling a little after his wife passed and it has been a bit hard for him to get back on his two feet. Jungkook had offered to help but you had politely declined because you wanted to do this yourself to who almost raised you like a father when he wasn't around. But now you used up all the savings on his stupid game and he begins to realise how much he had hurt you.

"Baby.. you didn't have to... you really didn't have to do that" he tried getting close to you while you contiuned to make a quick ramen for the both of you.

"You really didn't have to. You're cat is probably gunna mess it up all again.." he joked a little.

"Oh I got rid of her. I gave her away to animal shelter so no worries" you gave him a simple smile before getting back to your work but his face completley drops. This was beginning to hurt him.

"Y/n? Why?"

You sigh as you feel your eyes begin to sting a little. You've been trying to forget about it. "Isn't it what you wanted? Just- keep ignoring me and let me deal with this in peace please" you politely asked as you finished making the ramen and walked away with one. You sat on the couch and begin to stuff you're mouth with the noodles as tears continued to stream down your cheeks. You keep trying to ignore the fact that you gave away the only thing that reminded you of your grandmother who loved you so much and you wondered what she would've said if she had know what happened.

But you're boyfriend, the love of you're life, avoiding you any chance he got was painful. It hurt and you begin to feel like shit.

You felt his precense when he came near and sat on the coffee table looking at you, worried. You ignored the fact that tears were gushing down your face as you ate and tried to watch tv.

"Babe.. I'm so sorry I ignored you. I- this...all this wasn't your fault and I'm sorry for making you feel-"

"If anything, I'm the one who who should be sorry. It's not your fault" you said whiping your tears as you continued to eat your food "Just forget about it and go eat before your food gets cold"

Jungkook sighs and hangs his head low because this was beginning to hurt him. He felt like he wanted to cry, the lump on his throat was thick. Even after what he had done to you you still showed you cared so much about him. But after he got his food to eat with you, you were already gone.

___

It was an exhausting day at school. You're professor had given you a lot of project to do and you walked home wondering how you're going to do all of it as well as begin to save money again. Because you also needed to work part time.

"Hello?" You said to your phone after getting a call.

"Y/n my beautiful daughter" you heard your grandfather's shaky voice from the other line.

"Granpa.. hi. How are you?" You asked feeling sad knowing it's going to take you time before you helped him.

"I don't know how to thank you for what you've done for me" he says and you begin to get confused "thank you so much. My house finally feels like a home. You paid my loans and my fridge is full with groceries and I'm also taking my medicine"

Your brows furrowed as you begin to recall if you had done any of this, which you haven't.

"Pops I didn't do anything-"

"This isn't anything. This means so much to me. I love you and I'll never be able to repay your kindness. I hope you come see me sometime soon" he says and you begin to think what the hell might be going on.

"No I literally didn't-" you were cut off once again and he wasn't able to hear what you were trying to explain.

"I love you. Good bye now"

He hang up after you had told him you loved him too and you stood there for a second processing what just happened. Walking back to the apartment, you decided to ask Jungkook if he had anything to do with this. But once you opened the front door, you felt a familiar sensation around your legs and looked down to see your cat.

"Oh my god" you whispered as you hang your coat and squat down to make sure if it was really her "Oh my god. What are you doing here?" You beamed with smile as you hugged the little cat who clung back to you.

"Hey babe" you looked up to see Jungkook smiling at you.

"Do you have anything to do with this?" You asked putting her down "or my grandfather?" You walked closer to him.

"Babe you deserve this and more" he says pulling you into a warm hug you missed so much. But you pushed him away.

"I'll pay you back. All of it" you said and tried walking past him to begin your work but he only pulled you back to press his lips against yours with a passionate kiss. He kissed you like he was hungry, like he was craving for your soft skin. He picks you up and places you on the kitchen counter before he continues to deepen the kiss, tongue sliding into your mouth to taste what he had missed all this time.

You finally pushed him parting your reddened lips and looking at him in confusion.

"My love, I'm so sorry. After what I've done to you and after what you've done for me, I feel nothing but a complete shit" he explains giving you a couple of pecks on your mouth. "I've transferred a couple million into your account" he says with a sly smirk.

"What-Jun-"

"Shhhh" he cuts you off kissing you again "you never let your boyfriend take care of you or spoil you. Stop arguing with me or I'll add a couple more" he smiles.

"But my grandfather thinks I've done all this for him" who whisper against his lips since he was pulling you as close as he could to feel your warm precense and scent close to him again.

"So? You're the one who did it. Not me" he says and you playfully hit his chest making him laugh a little.

"You're the one who'd been saving in the first place. You also offered to buy him a new house but he told you he wanted to stay where he could always remember his wife" he explain and you feel your eyes begin to well up once again when you understood what he had done. "I hope we grow old to be like them, except we die together"

You begin to playfully hit his chest as you calling him an idiot tears running down your face.

"Will you kiss your idiot? 'Cause he missed you so much" he says holding your small face in his big hands and whiping your tears with his thumb before he pulls you into another kiss.

#jeon jungkook #bts #bangtan #jeongguk #fantasy #fanfiction #jimin #suga #namjoon #taehyung #hoseok #jhope #kpop imagines

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natasha-in-space · 10 months

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The Beginning of the End

Chapter 1 of A Wilted Daffodil.

Rika/cmc Chaewon Lee;

Grief is felt differently by everyone. It can be debilitating and overwhelming, to the point where you have no idea how you're supposed to keep on living without the one you lost. Chaewon is no stranger to grieving families and loved ones. Unfortunately, working as a nurse comes with responsibility of bearing witness to some very tragic events. But, she never thought she'd have to see her own dear friend crushed by a sudden loss nobody has ever seen coming.

TW for: pet loss, grieving.

A Wilted Daffodil: Ch. 1 (you are here!), Ch. 2

Can be read over on AO3

"She got run over, Chaewon, she's dead, and it's all my fault. I knew it. I knew I should've listened to Jumin! Why did I ever think that I knew better what she truly needed? She must've suffered so much... I couldn't do anything, I couldn't save her-!"

A horrible chill ran down Chaewon's spine as she held the phone up to her ear. Rika's voice sounded so utterly broken and anguished that she could feel her breath getting caught in her throat, a heavy lump of dread obstructing her airways and stealing her voice away from her. She felt her entire body freezing up completely as all that she could do in the moment was just stand there, not knowing what to do or what to say. Sally meant everything to Rika. She was so much more than just a beloved dog, and Chaewon didn't need to know her friend for long to understand that. Sally was Rika's loyal companion, her first source of comfort when she needed it most, someone who was by her side long before Chaewon, RFA, or even Jihyun first found their way into her life. To lose someone like that... in such a horrendous and abrupt way nonetheless... Oh, God, she was starting to get really scared for her dear friend now. Who knew what she would do in such a vulnerable state of mind?

She curled her free hand into a tight fist, her fingernails digging into the skin of her palm, until she had to hold herself back from wincing. At the very least, this helped her keep her head above water and not freeze up completely. Swallowing down the lump in her throat, she pushed through the paralyzing unease and spoke up, sounding uncharacteristically stuttery and high-pitched for her usual tone of voice. She would feel embarrassed about it, if not for the horrible situation at hand.

"Rika, listen, just- stay on the phone with me, alright? You're at home currently, correct? I'm coming right over. Just- Hold on for me, okay? I- I'll be right there. It'll be okay. I promise" She muttered hurriedly as she sprinted off from the supply closet she tucked herself into to take this call as fast as her legs could carry her, her heart pounding in her chest with so much force, she was afraid it might just stop beating all together. And, she couldn't allow that. Not right now. Her own words sounded so incredibly stupid. Of course it won't be okay. It won't ever be okay. But, she didn't know what else to say. She needed time to think, and she didn't have that luxury right now. So, she ran.

Everything else was lost in the haze of panic, confusion and frustration. It was probably incredibly reckless and irresponsible of her to just abandon her post at the hospital like this, especially right at the beginning of her night shift, but she barely gave a single damn about any of that right now, however selfish it was on her part. Nothing was more important than getting to Rika's side as fast as humanely possible. Before something bad could happen. Before she would get even more hurt than she already was, in one way or another. Chaewon was always a selfish person, deep down, after all. She accepted that. But Rika... Rika gave so much of herself away to help others, to make others smile, to give them hope for a better future.

Rika was nothing like Chaewon, and that's exactly why she didn't deserve to suffer such a loss alone.

Frankly, it was a miracle she didn't get run over on her way there. Her driving was horribly jerky and borderline dangerous. She won't be at all surprised to find a notification about a fine or two for exceeding the speed limit once this all blows over. Even if she knew, deep down, that it won't. And that was scary to think about. She told herself that she was just panicking, and that's why this harrowing feeling was scratching at her insides like a caged wild animal. The feeling of something going horribly wrong. The feeling of things falling apart and never being the same again.

She ignored it.

Somehow, thanks to pure luck, she made it to Jihyun's secluded place safely and with her car intact. She didn't have time to feel relieved, though. None of it truly mattered once she saw Rika's small trembling frame sitting all alone at the front porch, her head tucked tightly into her knees, almost like she was trying to curl herself up into the tiniest human ball imaginable. It looked painful. Chaewon was sure her back must have hurt from staying in such an unnatural position - how long had she even stayed like that? It broke her heart to see Rika like this. Usually, she'd get greeted by cheerful barking and her friend's soft giggling as she stepped through the front gate to usher her inside for a cup of pomegranate tea. Now, she heard nothing but the heartbreaking sounds of hoarse sobs and labored breathing. It all felt like one big horrible nightmare she would wake up from any minute now. She wished she would wake up. Oh, how she wished for this to he nothing but a cruel trick of the mind.

However, this was reality. And she had no choice but to face it head on.

She rushed to Rika's side, clumsily slumping onto her knees in front of her onto the pavement, her hands stopping just inches from touching her. It didn't matter that her pants were now sullied from damp ground from the rain. It didn't matter that she accidentally grazed her hand against the edge of the wooden door that hung right open - another thing that was horribly out of place. It was as if the entire world has faded from existence, leaving only her suffering friend and the deafening sound of her blood pumping in her head, making it very hard to focus. She was honestly starting to suspect that she was on the verge of a panic attack herself, and she wanted to curse at that realization. Of all the times for her to lose her cool, her mind just had to pick this one.

But... She was scared.

She was always terrible at comforting people. She could treat a nasty-looking physical wound and not bat an eye at the blood and gore, fight off a bully just fine or come to someone's defense with a strong word or two without a second thought, but... such fragile and emotionally driven ordeals? They were always Rika's forte. Or Jihyun's, as much as she hated to admit that. Yet another reason why that man would always be better than her in one way or another. But, this was not the time for her pity party. Rika she needed her right now. And any comfort would still be better than no comfort at all. At least, she hoped so. She didn't rush here for nothing.

Don't overthink it, just do it.

"...Rika? We should-"

She didn't get to finish her sentence.

"She's gone forever now, Chaewon, and it's all my fault! I'm never going to see her again. I didn't even... I didn't even get to give her any proper goodbye! She must have died in so much pain, so scared, feeling so hurt and alone... I can't... I can't handle this. Not without her. Oh, Sally... My Sally..." Rika sobbed, choking on every single painful word crawling up from her raw throat, almost like it was her own words tearing at her trachea, and not the globus sensation that appears during emotionally vexing situations. Some part of Chaewon felt gross that she was applying her medical knowledge even in such in an emotional situation. She felt like it was wrong of her. Still, Rika's breathing was growing more and more ragged with every passing second, and she needed to try and fix that. Or, at least mitigate. She knew this was bad. This was very bad. She never saw Rika like this before. So vulnerable, so... so hurt.

She swallowed shakily, trying to make her voice sound softer. This won't do. She needed to ask. "Does V-"

Once again, she was interrupted. She was starting to think that she won't get anywhere at this rate.

"I thought she would be fine on her own. I thought I was doing the right thing! I swear I- I took my eyes off of her for just a moment... I never imagined- Oh, God, I couldn't do anything! Not a single thing!"

"Rika, please, you need to listen to-"

"I wish- I wish it was me who got hit by that car instead! She was so much more deserving of a chance to live! She was good! Not me! I killed her! I- I hate myself! I hate myself for letting her die-!"

"Rika! Stop it!"

On pure impulse, she darted close and gripped Rika's shoulders tight, as her heart dropped all the way into her stomach at such horrible words. She was panicking. Her hands were trembling. Her hands never trembled like this before. What is she supposed to do? What is she supposed to say? Her voice was breaking, every word slipping off her tongue before she could even process them. She couldn't think straight. This was bad. She never acted rationally when she got like this. She would just make everything worse. "Don't you ever say such things! This is not your fault! These sorts of things happen all the time! Please, you had no play in any of this!"

"How can you even say that!? You weren't there!" Rika shouted back, but it sounded more like a broken wail than an angered scream. It still made Chaewon's heart ache all the same. "You don't know how much she suffered, you don't know what pain she was in! If I had just given her that surgery, none of this would have happened!"

Chaewon tried to calm her racing mind by running a hand through her messy black locks that have gotten damp now from the light rain trickling down on them from above. This wasn't good, she was handling this terribly, as expected. She needed to get herself together, think of something, anything. Screaming and arguing won't get her anywhere. This isn't some debate.

"...Sally wouldn't have wanted to see you blaming yourself like this." She murmured in a more hushed tone, letting out a soft sigh to try and calm her nerves before continuing. "She was loved by you. More than I've ever seen anyone love their pet. And you were loved by her, too. You are still loved by her."

Rika whimpered at that, a tiny little sound that almost made Chaewon start crying herself. Her friend looked like a small helpless child: scared, lost, and confused about losing something she never thought she'd lose. It was heartwrenching to see.

"I don't deserve her love... It all feels so empty. Like a part of me was ripped away, and it hurts. It hurts so much, Chaewon. I thought I was used to the pain, but... but it's too much."

There was a part of her that desired to have a separate conversation with Rika about that. Some part of her that had always known there was so much more to the lighthearted beautiful woman she fell head over heels for a year ago. Some part of her that felt concerned about all the tiny signs she pretended not to notice since Rika never brought them up. Some part of her that longed to be the one to ease Rika's wounded heart. But... Wouldn't that be selfish of her? She just wanted to feel wanted by someone who only ever viewed her as a close friend. It wasn't right of her to be greedy. Especially right now. Rika had Jihyun. She was happy with Jihyun. She was supposed to be happy with Jihyun.

Otherwise... what point was there in her just standing by all this time?

Without even thinking, her fingers gently brushed up against the side of Rika's face, finding her skin to be damp and cold. Like the misery she was suffering from on the inside was slowly twisting and transforming what was on the outside to match its cruel image. It hurt her heart to see.

"Please don't say that..." What else could she possibly say? She couldn't bring Sally back. She couldn't ask her not to cry. She couldn't make it all okay. She felt so frustratingly helpless. If only she could take away even the smallest portion of this pain Rika was feeling and experience it instead, she would've done so without a second thought.

"I hate this... Why did she have to suffer? Why couldn't she just live a peaceful and happy life...? What did she ever do to deserve such a horrible death? Why does God always hurt those that are innocent in such cruel ways!?"

Chaewon was unsure of what to say to that. It didn't even seem like Rika was listening to her at this point. She just breathed out shakily, pulling herself up to sit beside her and carefully rest her chin atop of Rika's head once she knew she wouldn't push her away. If only her embrace could protect her from all the pain in this world.

"She's not in pain anymore... I promise." That was all she could muster up, however clumsy it was. She gently pulled Rika's small trembling frame close in a somewhat awkward embrace. She didn't force her to let go of her knees or lift her head. She just wanted to make her feel that she wasn't alone right now. A small sigh escaped her as she could feel a damp spot slowly forming in her shirt where Rika buried her face in, her entire body wracking with painful sobs. She wished their first embrace wasn't under such heartbreaking circumstances.

"...It wasn't your fault." She whispered.

Perhaps it would be better to just be honest instead of trying to wing it. She carefully caressed Rika's head, finding her usually soft and beautiful golden locks to be tangled and rough to the touch. It made her purse her lips tightly in displeasure.

"Rika... I want to help you. In any way I can. Please... tell me what should I do. I... I don't know. I need you to tell me."

"J-Just stay. Please." Rika's voice was barely audible, but she managed to make out what she was saying nonetheless. She could feel her fingers digging into her shoulders, almost to the point where it became painful. She didn't care. "I'm scared..."

"Don't be. I'm here. I'm right here." She mumbled, pulling her friend close, and just letting her cry. Maybe, there wasn't any need for words right now. She didn't know. She just knew that she wouldn't leave her alone in such a state. "I'll be here for as long as you need me to be."

About an hour had passed before Chaewon could hear the sound of a car screeching to a stop near the entrance to the front of the house, with hurried footsteps following soon after. She wasn't at all surprised to see the tall man with messy mint locks once she lifted her head up from where it loyally remained atop of Rika's for the past hour. A silent moment of sorrow passed between the two, nothing but the sound of Jihyun's ragged breaths and the quiet pitter-patter if rain filling the air.

Looks like she's not the only one who dropped everything to come as soon as possible.

"Is she...?"

"I think she fell asleep." She replied quietly, not even needing to hear the whole question. Rika was probably exhausted, both physically and mentally from the immense stress she had to go through in the past few hours. No wonder she eventually just drifted off to sleep. Perhaps, it was better for her to just not think about anything for a while and sleep.

Jihyun sighed, his hands shaking as he fumbled with the corners of his jacket. In some ironic sense, Chaewon found it comforting to know that she wasn't the only one overwhelmed by this situation. Finally, he spoke up again, carefully sitting down on the same porch she and Rika were nestled upon, his hand carefully brushing a strand of his fiance's hair behind her ear. There was genuine heartache in his eyes, and she had to look away from the scene dejectedly. "I came as soon as I heard. I... Is she okay?"

Chaewon had a feeling that his question had more to it than just expressing concern about his lover's well-being. She tried to brush that bizarre thought away, but it remained there, in the back of her mind, like a parasite slowly digging its claws into her mind.

He seemed to be asking if Rika has done anything. To herself or someone else, she had no idea. But, it alarmed her nonetheless.

She shook her head slightly to avoid disturbing her unconscious friend. "I think so. Aside from... possible raw throat, tense back and possible headache, she should be fine. Physically."

She would have noticed any wounds right away, she was sure of it.

Jihyun breathed a sigh of relief, but without any joy accompanying it. She couldn't blame him for it. "Thank you, Chaewon... I am... ever so grateful she had you by her side when I couldn't be there."

The small grateful smile he gave her made her want to scream. He was being genuine, and that was the most unfair part of it all. Jihyun was a good and caring man. Although, she had more in common with his friend Jumin, rather than the photographer himself. She couldn't possibly hate him even if she tried. And, having these ugly feelings of jealousy and envy gnawing at her from the inside made her feel disgusted with herself. Jihyun considered her a friend, and here she is, getting all worked up over him rightfully caring and worrying over his partner.

Damn it, she's selfish.

In a mix of frustration and hurt, Chaewon bit the inside of her cheek, feeling the light taste of copper on her tongue. Right. She was just a friend. To Jihyun and Rika all the same. A close friend. Nothing more. Jihyun was the one Rika truly relied on. He knew sides of her she was never allowed to see.

The worst part of it all? She was aware that Jihyun was a better match for Rika. He was kind, gentle, artistic, loving. He was everything that Rika valued in a person. Meanwhile, Chaewon was blunt, forceful, and practical. She couldn't ever compete with this man for her heart. Did she even want to do that? It's not like she tried. She just stood back, without doing or saying a thing.

This seemed to be a pattern in her life.

Agh, just look at yourself. Your friend just lost her beloved companion, and you're too busy feeling sorry for yourself over some stupid crush. Get a grip. Chaewon quickly chastised herself as she tried to redirect her attention back to what was truly important right now, rather than her pitiful lovesickness.

"We should... probably carry her in. You should have her take a warm bath once she wakes up. Or give her a warm beverage. She might get sick after staying out in the rain like this." She mumbled quietly while untangling a few of Rika's golden locks to keep her mind on something else. She certainly did not want to picture Jihyun taking care of Rika like that. But... She wasn't one to be petty. At least not outwardly. She could be petty, angry and upset all she wanted once she gets home, where her selfish outbursts won't harm anyone.

Jihyun nodded as he carefully stood up from his spot. "Yes, you're right. I'll keep in contact with you. She might need her friend once she wakes up."

"...Right."

Her friend. She sure hoped that didn't sound too bitter. She didn't want to come off as an asshole. Chaewon made sure to help Jihyun carry Rika back into the house, offering a few more tips out of what little she knew. Of course, those were all health-related. Not much she could advise in when it came to emotions.

That night, after a miserable few hours of drinking her stress away, she slumped onto her bed with a bad feeling that kept her up until early morning. A horrible, nasty, chilling feeling. The same one that she felt back in her car. It never left. It just faded onto the bacround. But, it was there. Demanding to be listened to. The feeling of things would never being the same again. The feeling of something horrible awaiting just around the corner. Something that would change everything forever.

A point of no return. The beginning of the end.

And, just like she did before, she ignored it. She always did.

#mystic messenger #mysmes #mysme #mm #rika kim #kim rika #rika x cmc #rika x oc #oc chaewon lee #rika x chaewon #tw grieving #tw pet loss #gonna start posting my cmc stories in a more or less chronological order #aside from aus of course #chaewon and rika specifically bc their relationship is very complicated and i am excited to share its many sides #they unfortunately do not get a very happy ending bc i love to keep things realistic #but that doesn't mean they do not care for each other #also this helps get myself writing again jftjftht #i feel like sally's death is one of the most important parts in rika's downfall #after the twins' mother death and mika's manipulation #she blamed herself so much for sally's unfortunate passing #she didn't save her #she COULDN'T save her #because she didn't have control #please let me know if i should add any more warnings!#i swear more cute stuff coming soon #especially with the new wedding cg

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