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Star Patient: Chapter 2 (ONGOING SLOW BURN SERIES)

WARNING: This series will include; possible inaccurate medical procedures and medical setting, gore, toxic relationships that should NOT be replicated in real life, murder, yanderes, cursing, suicide mentions, implications of misandry (male misogyny), and possibly more.

Inaccurate canon-timeline (this is before Ashley and Andrew murdered their parents).

Reader has a small fear of adult men/rape and has a history of suicide attempts.

Incest is not Wincest.

Amnesiac! Obsessive! Patient! Andrew Graves x Yandere! Nurse! Reader:

Wordcount: 4,625 words

Chapters: Chapter 1, current chapter, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6 (in the works)

(Y/N) adjusted the name tag on her shirt as she walked to the hospital's entrance, her other hand holding some books and a DS.

Rachael's appointment should be starting soon. I need to hurry so I don't be late. She thought as she sped up.

A security guard was outside guarding the hospital doors but once noticing (Y/N), he stopped her.

"You need to go to the psychiatric branch immediately." They spoke.

"...Huh?" She muttered audibly. "Oh... No, sir. I work in the pediatric branch with Doctor Ryan, he's my superior. You're mistaking me for someone else."

"No, miss. Andrew Graves from room 402 wants to see you now." The security guard reaffirmed.

"...H-he does? That's just... great!" she smiled nervously, a terrified expression on her face.

HE KNOWS I KNOW ABOUT HIM! She screamed in her head.

"Get going before he breaks any more staff equipment." The security guard pressed on.

"Okay, okay!" (Y/N) sighed, rushing into the hospital and to the elevators.

She pressed the button and waited for the elevator to come down, walking into it and pressing the fourth floor button. She waited impatiently for the doors to open and rushed out when they finally did, heading towards the staff room. She unlocked the staff door and filled her bag with medical supplies: a mediscope, a stethoscope, a bottle of water and a bag of pretzels.

She clocked in and sped-walked to Andrew's door, room 402, and hesitated before knocking on the door.

"Go away!" Andrew shouted.

"Hey there! It's me! (Y/N)? From last night?" she called out, her nervousness evident in her voice.

"You can come in." Andrew spoke almost too quickly.

Damn it... She thought to herself, before taking a deep breath and entering the room.

He never corrected me last night when I gave him pet names, so they worked with calming him down. She noted.

"Hi, star! I heard you've been causing some trouble." (Y/N) smiled, her smile twitching slightly, her voiced sounding a little muffled to him.

Andrew opened his mouth to speak, but then paused. Why did he need to see her so badly?

"M... My head." He muttered. "It hurts. I need you to look at it."

(Y/N) couldn't help the chuckle that escaped her throat as she walked over to him. Her nerves were still on fire, but not as much as they were earlier seeing how quiet and flustered he'd gotten.

"Did you do anything strenuous?" she questioned.

"Ashley and I started arguing, then she grabbed my hair and shook my head back and forth." Andrew explained.

(Y/N) wanted so badly to coddle him. To hold him in her arms and dote over him. It’s a bad habit she really needs to break, but the weird part is that she only acted towards that to people she really really liked—romantically. Anyone else she’d feel extremely annoyed and angry (unless it was children, they’re her soft spot).

She wants to have him laying on her body with his head in her chest as she petted his hair, cooing soft sweet reassurances into his ears so that he’d feel better.

What the hell is wrong with me?! she thought, her face and body heating up, a bright red forming.

I’m only thinking this because he’s obviously being treated like shit by his sister. Poor Andrew can’t even stand up for himself against her (literally). She thought.

“Oh, Andrew. I’m so sorry. I don’t know why anybody would do that to you.” She pouted, her body acting on its own as her hands went up and gently grabbing his face, caressing the sides delicately as she looked into his eyes.

His eyes were wide and green, laced with surprise as his face was red, looking as if he was a Christmas decoration with the bright festive colors.

“W-what are you doing?!” he exclaimed, grabbing her arms and pulling away from her, his heart beating rapidly in his chest.

“Oh! I’m so sorry! Did I hurt you?” she questioned worriedly.

“N-no! You… you were really close..” Andrew claimed, covering his face with his hands.

Aw! He’s so cute when he’s flustered! (Y/N) thought to herself, a smile breaking out onto her face.

WHAT AM I THINKING? HE’S A WANTED MAN (by the cops and me, it seems)! HE’S MY PATIENT TOO! I SHOULDN’T BE DOING THIS WITH HIM! she screeched in here head.

“I’m sorry! I got too carried away…” She chuckled nervously, her nails digging into her palms as punishment. "I usually work with children as you know, and they appreciate the action. I acted on impulse.

“W-whatever…” Andrew muttered, his face still not completely cooled off.

“Let’s try this again.” She smiled awkwardly.

She tilted Andrews’s chin up (causing wave of red to hit his face just before the other one subsided) and reached into her medical bag, pulling out her mediscope.

“Keep your eyes open.” She instructed, following the same procedures as she did yesterday. “Now open wide.” She directed, pointing the light into his mouth. “Stay still.” She spoke as she looked into his ears.

She noticed blood in them and sighed.

“Either your sister ruptured your eardrums with all her yelling, or she caused the internal bleeding in your head to get worse. You’re going to need surgery for that.” She explained.

“Aw… damn it…” Andrew muttered.

No wonder his hearing was a little muffled.

“I mean, it was about time for the surgeons to get your legs done! They only got your ankles bandaged up, but they haven’t had surgery on your legs yet.” (Y/N) explained.

“I really can’t afford it...” Andrew muttered softly to himself, but (Y/N) heard it.

He can’t afford it? Makes sense since he said he doesn’t have anywhere to go, so I doubt he has a home. She thought to herself before a stupid idea flashed in her mind. What if I… have him stay with me after he’s well enough to leave? she quickly shook the idea out of her head.

No way! He’s a wanted man! But… I haven’t called the cops on him yet, so I’m already committing a crime. Who cares if I get more years to my sentence for housing this man under my roof, feeding, sheltering, and spending time (loving) with him? she thought.

“Don’t worry about it, I feel we’ll find a way!” (Y/N) beamed. “Now, here’s the deal. I’m going to get the doctors to get surgery done on you, then when your head is all better and dandy, I’ll show you the collection of books and video games I specifically picked out for you~” she spoke, dragging her tone out to make the deal appeal more tempting.

Specially picked out? Andrew thought.

His interest was piqued instantly.

“Yeah, whatever…” Andrew huffed, crossing his arms and adverting his head to the side.

“Great! You’ll behave and listen to what they say, right?” She questioned a little sternly, her hands on her hips.

“…Yes…” Andrew hissed through his teeth reluctantly.

“Alright. I’ll be right back.” She smiled, walking out of the room.

A few minutes later she came in rolling a wheelchair and a security guard.

“Careful with him now.” She instructed to the guard.

The guard picked up Andrew and placed him on the wheelchair, dropping him a little carelessly and causing him to wince.

“Oi! I said careful!” (Y/N) snapped, resisting the urge to hit the guard in the back of the head.

“Sorry, ma’am…” the guard muttered.

The guard rolled Andrew out of the room and followed as (Y/N) walked around the hospital aimlessly, forgetting where the neurologic branch was.

“Ma’am… are you lost?” the guard asked.

“No!” she quickly declared before looking around. “I’m testing you to know if you’re paying attention.”

“I’ve been here for five years.” He deadpanned.

“…I have to keep your mind sharp.” She claimed weakly. “But lead the way please, since you’re so confident.”

She followed the guard and Andrew as they headed to the correct branch. She knocked on the staff’s door then unlocked it with her key.

“Hello!” she smiled.

“It’s lunch break for us. What?” one of the surgeons questioned rudely.

“Be nice! There’s a patient.” A younger surgeon spoke, peeking from over the surgeon's shoulder. “How can we help?”

“Andrew here has internal bleeding in his brain and we need surgery done pronto.” She ordered.

“Lunch break~” the older surgeon sang, taking a bite out of his food.

“Pink slip~” she sung back. “I’ll get you fired for rejecting care to a patient in need. He’s your top priority right now, so get him on that operating table.” She ordered. "Please."

What’s with all the nurses and doctors here? Andrew thought to himself, not exactly believing the healthcare here is the safest.

Well, that should be expected considering his old town's doctors had ads recommending euthanasia for suicidal people.

“Fine.” They sighed.

“I’ll be back in three hours okay? By then your surgery should be done. You listen to their instructions, okay?” she spoke, patting Andrew on the shoulder before leaving.

I’m left with these guys? Andrew thought, watching (Y/N) leave him alone.

While Andrew got prepped for his surgery, (Y/N) had other matters to attend to. She checked her watch.

Rachael’s appointment is just about done and Joseph’s will be on in ten minutes. I can make it in time for Joesph. She thought, racing to the elevator and hopping in.

She hit the second button and watched as the doors closed, waiting impatiently for them to open up. She ran out and to Doctor Ryan’s office, room 213.

She knocked on the door and waited a few seconds for the affirmative.

“Come in.” Doctor Ryan called out.

(Y/N) opened the door and saw it was only Doctor Ryan.

So I missed the lesson… she thought, letting out a groan.

“I’m sorry, sir. I had to attend to patient 402.” She sighed.

“I heard about it. Seems like you got a secret admirer.” Doctor Ryan teased as he cleaned the seats in the room with a Clorox wipe.

“Har har har…” She laughed sarcastically. “But I do apologize about it. I wasn’t expecting to go to him until after my shift.”

“Yeah, I heard he has quite a temper with anyone but you.” Doctor smiled.

“Don’t start it.” I sighed, ignoring the sudden increase of my heartbeat. “Anything planned for Joseph? Or is it a typical check-up?”

“After his check-up you’re going to give him a flu shot.” Doctor explained.

“Oh… no thanks…” She smiled nervously. “I don’t do good with needles.”

I almost puked when I had to give a shot to a test dummy back in my college test room… She thought, the memory making her queasy already.

“You’ll do fine. Now go get him.” Doctor Ryan smiled.

(Y/N) sighed and grabbed a clipboard and pen Doctor Ryan readied for her and walked out of the room, making her way to the waiting room. She opened the door and cleared her throat.

“Joseph Stall?” she called out.

A set of adults and their son stood up, walking towards her and into the hallway.

“Hey there! Turn right and go to the scale.” She smiled politely as she closed the door being him.

She followed them to the scale and readied her clipboard.

“Alright, take off your shoes and step on the scale, please.” (Y/N) requested.

Joesph complied and took off his blue crocs, standing on the scale. She wrote down his weight.

52 pounds, in the average zone.

“Now step off the scale and stand up straight.” She instructed.

Joesph fixed his posture and stood up straight in front of the wall’s ruler.

3’9” feet, also average height for his age. She noted, writing it down.

“Alright. Let’s go to our room. Follow me, please.” (Y/N) spoke.

She guided them to Doctor Ryan’s room, 214, and opened the door.

“Hey! Come take a seat.” Doctor Ryan beamed.

Joesph used a step stool to get up on the terribly cushioned bed and waited for the doctors instructions.

“(Y/N), do your thing.” Doctor Ryan nodded.

“Alrighty. Let’s start by checking your eyes.” She smiled, pulling out her mediscope.

She got close and looked at his eyes, seeing no trouble whatsoever.

“And your mouth. Say ‘aaaah’” She spoke, giving an example.

“Aaaah.” Joesph voiced.

“And your ears.” She spoke, getting to his side and looking into them.

Nothing. All dandy.

“Looks good.” She smiled, putting her mediscope back into her bag.

She grabbed a reflex hammer from Doctor Ryan’s hand and moved to Joesph’s side so she wasn’t in front of him. She gave him a gentle tap on his knee, causing his knee to kick slightly.

“Good. Now your heart.” She gave the hammer back to the doctor and grabbed her stethoscope, bringing it to Joesph’s chest and listening to his heart.

She stared at the clock as she waited 15 seconds and counted the beats, multiplying it by four.

96 beats per minute. That’s in the normal range.

“Alright, now take a big deep breath in.” She instructed, bringing her stethoscope to his lung.

She listened to the his inhaling and his lungs.

“Now exhale.” She instructed, listening. “Inhale again… now exhale.” She spoke. “Alright. You’re perfectly fine. Is there any health concerns you’re worrying about?” (Y/N) questioned, looking at his parents.

“Nope.” His mother spoke.

“And all we’re doing is the flu shot, correct?” she questioned.

“Yep.” His mother agreed.

“Great.” She smiled, resisting the urge to frown.

I hate hurting kids like this. She thought.

She walked to the tray Doctor Ryan prepared for her, taking a small package and ripping out the alcohol wipe.

“Left or right arm?” she questioned.

“Left.” Joesph spoke.

“Okay…” She muttered, mentally preparing herself for the kid’s tears.

She wiped his shoulder with the alcohol wipe and grabbed the needle, removing the safety cap and checking for any air bubbles.

“Ready?” she questioned.

“Yep.” The kid replied, looking at the needle.

She stuck the needle into his shoulder and injected the vaccine by pressing down the thumb press, then pulled away.

“All done!” she beamed with a smile, exaggerating her voice to let the kid know he was okay.

The kid stared blankly before nodding.

Wow, kid took it better than I do. What a champ… She thought to herself.

“Spiderman or my little pony?” She questioned, grabbing a box of bandages.

“My little pony.” The kid responded.

“Great choice. One of my favorites.” (Y/N) smiled, opening the band-aid and lined the cotton with his small wound, gently pressing it down. “And here’s a sticker for being my star patient today!” she smiled, reaching into her bag and pulling out a pink star sticker.

“Thank you.” The kid smiled, taking the sticker.

“You’re free to go. Reception is on the left, they'll schedule your next appointment for you.” She directed.

The family walked out and (Y/N) sighed, taking the needle and reattaching the cap, placing it into the sharp objects box.

“See? Wasn’t so bad.” Doctor Ryan smiled.

“I hate needles…” She sighed.

“Hey, do you call all your patients that? Star patient?” Doctor Ryan questioned.

“Yeah? It makes them feel special and happy. It releases a rewarding stimulant into their brains, the pain killer.” She explained.

“I bet patient 402 sure liked that…” Doctor Ryan snickered.

“Oh, we’re still on this topic, huh?” (Y/N) smiled, placing her hands on her hips.

“I mean, you’re not changing the subject so…” Doctor Ryan laughed as she shook her head.

“Any other patients you squeezed into today’s schedule? Or just walk-ins from a here?” (Y/N) questioned.

“Free to do anything until we get alerted.” Doctor Ryan smiled.

“Ah, great.” She nodded, looking down at her watch.

It’s only been thirty minutes since I last saw Andrew. And I really hate waiting around and doing nothing, I’ll go visit Hailey. She thought to herself.

She walked out of the room and out of the walk-in clinic, heading to the room admissions. She made it to room 433 and gently knocked on the door.

“Come in.” A weak voice exclaimed.

“Hey there, hails! How are you?” (Y/N) questioned, opening the door and closing it behind them for privacy.

“Hi, Ms. (Y/N).” Hailey smiled.

Hailey was a small girl diagnosed with leukemia at seven. It’s been three years now since diagnosed and at the moment she’s in stage 3. (Y/N) finds it heartbreaking to watch the blonde girl’s appearance diminishing; her eyes sinking in, her hair growing wire-like and withered, her skin and cheekbones pale and sullen, and her arms and legs losing fat. Her appearance isn’t the only thing fading away, but her hope of surviving it too.

“Would you like some water? It’s still cold.” She offered, already reaching into her bag.

“Yes, please. I’m quite thirsty.” She smiled weakly.

(Y/N) nodded and twisted open the bottle’s cap, bringing the drink to the girls lips. Hailey took small sips before raising her arm slightly, signaling no more. (Y/N) moved the bottle, twisting the cap back on weakly so Hailey could open it later.

“Are you hungry too?” she questioned.

“Not at the moment.” Hailey answered.

“I’ll leave these here for later.” (Y/N) spoke, reaching into her bag and placing down a bag of pretzels on Hailey’s nightstand.

“How do you feel?” (Y/N) questioned.

Right now it wasn’t a normal survey (interrogation) she would give other patients, it was two friends catching up.

“Better than I can be.” Hailey smiled.

Even though Hailey was ten, she knew very well she was dying. It didn’t scare her as much as she thought it would. Her parents slowly stopped visiting less and less, too brokenhearted at their daughter’s rapid-approaching fate. The only visitors she got now was from her check-up nurses and (Y/N).

“Hey, I got you some new books. You liked that last one, yeah?” (Y/N) smiled, pulling out a book from her bag.

“I enjoyed the ending. I liked Charlie’s bravery and courage.” Hailey commented.

“I figured you would. She reminds me of you. Resilient and strong.” (Y/N) smiled, handing her a new book.

“Aw… thanks.” Hailey blushed, the red in her face from the compliment looked as if it could be her normal skin tone, accepting the new book.

“This book is about a library where all the different possibilities in your life that you could’ve had by making a choice, gets played out for you. I figured you’d like it since it’s fantasy.” She smiled.

“Thank you.” Hailey smiled, looking fondly at the cover.

“I’ll leave you to read the first few chapters. Want a sticker before I leave?” she questioned, already knowing the answer.

“Yes, please.” Hailey nodded.

(Y/N) reached into her bag and looked for a green star, finding one and handing it to Hailey to add to her growing collection that laid on her nightstand.

“Make sure to ring the button if you need anything. I’ll see you later, hails.” (Y/N) beamed, walking away from her.

She opened Hailey’s door and walked out, closing it behind her. She looked at her watch, seeing it’s been an hour since she left Andrew.

Two more. She thought to herself. Man, time seems slow today…

(Y/N) sighed and stood there for a second, deciding what to do.

I’ll go back to the walk-in clinic. She decided.

She turned and walked away from Hailey’s room, she’ll return in a few hours to see how Hailey likes the book. She opened the two doors leading to the clinic, making her way to the back rooms and finding Doctor Ryan.

“Oh, just when I was about to call you.” Doctor Ryan smiled.

“Is there a problem?” she questioned.

“You remember how to stitch, right?” he smiled.

“Stitch wounds… yes…” She sighed, sucking in a breath to put her happy face on.

“Come on, let’s get this done.” Doctor smiled, leading her to his office.

(Y/N) walked in and took note of the situation, seeing a distressed boy a bloodied towel that was applying pressure to his forearm.

“Hey, bud. I’m (Y/N). What’s your name?” she questioned, keeping the kid company as Doctor Ryan prepared a tray of tools for (Y/N) that she needed.

“Cody.” The little blond boy rasped out, small tears in his eyes.

“What happened to you?” she spoke calmly so the kid can copy her tone.

“He had a fishin' accident with me. Got the hook hooked into ‘is skin and he ripped it out while preppin' for tomorrow.” The father sighed with his accent, covering his eyes with his cowboy hat to hide his shame.

“No worries, accidents happen.” She smiled.

“I really should’ve been watchin’ though.” The cowboy huffed.

“C’mere dad, you can hold his hand.” (Y/N) encouraged.

The cowboy sighed and stood up from his seat, walking over and holding his son’s left hand, his uninjured one.

“Are you left-handed or right-handed?” she questioned, accepting the tray of supplies and placing it next to Cody.

“Right.” The kid spoke.

“Well, you might have to learn how to write with your left hand after this. But that’s okay, all the kids in school will think you’re so cool, along with the scar you’ll get too if you get one.” She smiled, gently removing the towel and placing it to the side.

The kid has a nasty chunk of flesh ripped out of him from the hook. Either the dad or Cody panicked and ripped the hook out. Well, it's sure leave a scar.

She looked at Cody’s elbow and felt for a vein. She found one and held her thumb on it, grabbing a syringe of lidocaine from the tray and popping the cap, checking for any air bubbles.

“Look at dad.” (Y/N) instructed.

Once Cody looked away, (Y/N) removed her thumb from the vein and replaced it with the syringe’s needle instead, injecting the pain killer.

Now we have to wait a few minutes, she thought.

“Do you play any sports?” (Y/N) questioned, grabbing alcohol wipes to remove the bacteria from the fishing hook’s nasty ends.

“I play football with my brothers.” Cody explained.

“This’ll hurt real quick.” She warned. “And how many brothers do you have?” she questioned, wiping off the excess blood and grime, resisting the urge to cringe as Cody hissed and held tightly onto his father’s hand.

“Three.” Cody answered.

“Are you the oldest, youngest, or middle?” she questioned, wiping inside the wound a little to be extra certain it wouldn’t get infected.

“Youngest.” Cody answered.

“Do you go to school or are you home-schooled?” she questioned, grabbing her medical needle and thread and tying the thread inside of the needle’s hole.

“I go to public school.” Cody responded.

“Feel any pain in your arm? Or has it gone down?” (Y/N) questioned, looking at Cody’s face.

“Gone down.” Cody answered.

“Good. I’m going to start sewing up your wound, I want you to talk to me or your dad while doing it.” She explained. “You ready?”

“Yeah.” Cody sighed.

“Do you get good grades?” (Y/N) questioned, pinching the skin together and sewing up the skin and fat, deciding to go for buried sutures to get the job done.

“Yeah.” Cody nodded.

“Do you like school?” she questioned.

“It’s okay.” Cody spoke, shrugging his head to the left since he couldn’t with his arms.

“I didn’t like school much either.” (Y/N) admitted. “I didn’t like waking up early. I’m glad I work at night now.”

The cowboy redirected his attention from Cody and looked down at her and smiled.

“Where I grew up, we had a farm and got up at 4 o’ clock to work on it. I was homeschooled in the south.” He explained.

“You have more strength than me, getting up so early.” (Y/N) joked. “You too, Cody. I dislike needles. Whenever I have to get a shot, I cry like a baby.”

“Trust me, she does. I gave her one for her practice.” Doctor Ryan teased.

“You’re in school?” the cowboy questioned.

“Yup. That man is my superior teaching me the ropes.” (Y/N) explained, referring to Doctor Ryan who sat back and watched the procedure carefully to make sure she was doing it right.

“I wanted to go to college but my family couldn’t afford it. Hopefully it’s a different story for Cody.” The cowboy smiled, ruffling his son’s hair.

“Especially with all the programs now for the youth, gives the younger generation a better chance for college.” (Y/N) pointed out. “Is there anything you want to be when you grow up? Like a professional football player or a doctor?” she questioned, shifting her tone so Cody knew she was talking to him since she couldn’t look away from her stitching work.

“Construction worker!” Cody declared.

“Ooo, are you going to build tall buildings?” (Y/N) questioned, entertaining the boy and keeping him busy.

“Yeah.” Cody replied.

He didn’t seem like crying anymore, the painkillers help shoo off the pain, for now at least. She thought.

"And... ta dah! You're all done, Cody!" (Y/N) beamed.

"Woah! It looks so cool!" Cody smiled.

"Let's get some bandages on that, so it doesn't get infected. In two or three days, you can take the bandages off. In ten days, come back here and we'll check and see if the stitches can be removed.” (Y/N) explained. “Does that sound good?” she questioned, redirecting her attention to her superior.

“Perfect, perfect! As per usual!” Doctor Ryan smiled.

“Thanks!” (Y/N) smiled, flattered at the praise. “Now, what color star would you like?”

“Blue.” Cody smiled.

“Here ya go!” she hummed, grabbing the stickers from her bag and pulling out a blue star, handing it to Cody.

“See ya in ten days, lil lady.” The cowboy smiled, titling his hat before holding his son’s hand.

“See ya! Reception is on the left. Make sure to be careful!” (Y/N) waved.

“Ahem!” Doctor Ryan coughed into his hand over-exaggeratedly.

“Yes?” (Y/N) questioned, confused on if she did something wrong,

“I don’t think patient 402 would be happy with all that flirting going on.” The doctor teased playfully. "You were awfully talkative with the dad."

“Woah now. He has kids and is like 30, I’m too young to settle down like that. There was no flirting, only polite talk.” She explained.

"Sure thing, lil lady." Doctor Ryan chuckled, earning an unamused glare.

She ignored him, checking her watch, catching his attention.

“Oh, your shift isn’t near over.” The doctor laughed.

“No, I wanted to see how long until I had to go see Andrew.” (Y/N) explained, waiting for Doctor Ryan’s teasing remarks.

“I see. How scandalous.” He chuckled.

“Hardy har har har.” (Y/N) laughed sarcastically. “I have an hour and thirty minutes left. But everything feels like it’s taking so long.” She sighed.

“Here, why don’t you do a run around the hospital? It’s lunch time. You can bring the lunch trays to all the patients!” Doctor Ryan suggested.

“That’s a good idea. Have someone radio in and call off all the lunch ladies to serve lunch, I’ll do it all myself.” She nodded, smiling.

“I meant this branch. The whole hospital is a little excessive.” Doctor Ryan deadpanned.

“No, no. I got this. Besides, I need my steps in.” She spoke. “See ya later!” she waved, taking off.

The second chapter for this is done! This series will also be posted on AO3 and Wattpad!

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Jasico Bingo Challenge: Cuddles

“I wouldn’t call that cuddling,” Nico says, arms crossed defensively over his chest. “I would call it sitting near one another.”

Across the infirmary, awaiting medical attention from the busy Apollo kids, Annabeth rolls her eyes. “He had his arm around you.”

“You put your arm around me all the time,” Nico rebuts.

“You were leaning on him!”

“I was tired!”

Annabeth slumps sideways in her cot and stares at him, unimpressed.

Nico refuses to budge. Cuddling is not resting your head on someone when they offer to let you nap on them! Cuddling is, like, prolonged, sideways hugging, or something. He and Jason do not cuddle, and even if they did (which they do not!) they wouldn’t do it at the campfire, for Hera’s sake.

“Fine,” Annabeth concedes without averting her intimidating gaze. “What about when you two took a nap under Thalia’s Pine? That was definitely cuddling.”

Heat rises up to Nico’s ears. He turns around to face the countertop, littered with empty bandaid packaging and unportioned nectar. “It was not, and you’re weird for remembering that.”

“You’re weird for refusing to admit you like cuddling with Jason,” Annabeth says. She’s long since perfected that I’m right, you’re wrong, shut up tone, the one that makes Nico bristle.

“How does that make me weird?” he grumbles, slicing even squares into the pan of nectar. “I spent the last, like, four years of my life doing everything I could to avoid human contact. How is it weird that I wouldn’t want to admit to something like that.”

For a few moments, Nico almost mistakes Annabeth’s silence for a victory. He finishes with the nectar and turns back around, ready to gloat and everything, and is instead met with the worst possible thing: Annabeth Chase wearing her planning face.

“No,” he says immediately, putting a hand out, as if he can physically ward off whatever bullshit he’s about to get dragged into. “No.”

“I think we need an outside opinion.”

“I think you’re concussed, do not go spreading my personal business to camp!”

“Not camp,” Annabeth flaps her hand at him, and does not refute the concussed accusation. “But definitely some trusted individuals, who have insight into your cuddling habits.”

“I’m not above getting on my knees and begging you to drop this,” Nico says. He’s fully serious. He will do it. Anything to stop this from going any further, anything.

Annabeth glances him up and down, like she’s sizing up how serious he might be.

He clasps his hands together.

She flops back in the cot. “Nope. I’m too invested now. I think I’ll ask Hazel, first-”

“Dude-”

“-and then Connor, he knew you when you were a baby, he’ll have some good insight.”

Nico buries his face in his hands and groans.

Annabeth Chase gets her concussion treated, then turns around and runs back to her cabin to draft an honest to the gods survey to hand out to what she deems as a trusted, reputable group.

Any group with Connor Stoll and Percy Jackson in it is anything but reputable, in Nico’s mind. As soon as he hears that Annabeth’s really gone off the freaking deep end about this, he finds the darkest corner of camp and hunkers down to hide.

The best thing to do when Annabeth’s got an idea? Weather it. She’ll either find her own solution, or she’ll lose interest. Nico hopes, for his reputation's sake, she doesn’t get any further than the distribution.

Upside to this shitshow: Nico has time to clean his cabin, finally. A valid reason to tell Will that he genuinely cannot come do archery practice today, a valid reason to kick any and everyone off his porch, lock his doors, and play CDs on his radio as loud as he can tolerate.

It is, unfortunately, one of his most productive days as of late, and as Nico lays on his newly-swept floor, sweaty but satisfied, he almost forgets the whole situation occurring at the hands of one stubborn daughter of Athena.

Almost.

“Nico?”

Three knocks on the cabin door.

“I can hear your music, I know you’re in there. If you want me to go away, that’s totally fine, I just- y’know, want to make sure you’re okay. I’ll leave you alone in a minute.”

Nico rolls over, squishing his face into the hardwood for one deeply satisfying moment. Then, with all the reluctance of a man who is going to face embarrassment head on, he pulls himself up and trudges to the door.

Jason, at the very least, has the decency to look worried rather than amused. He’s got his hands in the pockets of his shorts, his head tilted off to the side, his glasses off-center like they always are. He’s frowning, kind of. He looks like Mrs. O’Leary when Nico tricks her into thinking he’s got a treat for her.

“I’m alive,” he says, as dry as he can manage. The CD skips.

“That’s good,” Jason says. “I, uh, hear Annabeth’s keeping herself occupied.”

Nico’s temple pulses with something not-quite-achey, but nearly there.

“Just- come in,” he huffs, stepping aside. Dammit. “If anyone’s going to explain it, I would really rather rip the stupid bandaid off.”

“Laughing at me feels kind of insulting, going to be honest,” Nico mutters while Jason hunches over himself, cradling his stomach, downright howling.

“She’s- She’s up in arms- about cuddling!?”

“I don’t know! I don’t know, Percy’s stupid bullshit is rubbing off on her and she’s losing braincells, Jason, she’s losing her mind. We need to find something new for her to build so she stops trying to instigate shit in my private life!”

Jason slumps sideways onto the floor, half-laughing, half-panting. His leg presses solidly to Nico’s like this, sitting side by side against his bed.

Nico turns his head up and away and forces himself not to notice.

“She just cares about you,” Jason says. He stays down. Nico can practically feel how hard Jason’s heart is pumping from all that laughter.

Jerk.

“She cares about drama,” Nico says, though he knows it’s not totally true. Piper has gotten her more involved in the social life of camp, which is a good thing, really. Nico thinks it’s really cool that Annabeth has been able to come out of her own shell, after spending her whole life trying to prove herself, trying to be above everything, better than, the best.

But does she have to do it at his expense?

He rubs his hands over his face and sighs.

Jason sits back up.

“Are you really that upset about this?” he asks, his voice softened into a tone Nico got used to hearing in the days post-Cupid, the tone of a hero. “I know it’s still hard for you, to be comfortable and everything-”

“I’m not upset about it,” Nico says. Admitting it makes his cheeks flush, but it’s the truth, and Jason has more than earned that with him. “I’m just…embarrassed.”

“Awe, why’s it embarrassing? I mean, I get from your perspective, y’know, why you might find that embarrassing, but even if taking naps and stuff is cuddling, it’s not like it’s hurting anything,” Jason says. Then, softer, maybe hesitant, he adds, “right?”

Nico’s heart tugs annoyingly into his ribs. “It’s not hurting anything, Jason, I’m not…I don’t know. I just feel a lot of things, I guess? And it’s a lot of, like, I-I don’t know how to react, when people poke fun at something I’m still- still getting comfortable with. I like being comfortable with you.” He pokes at the rips in his jeans and continues to ignore how much of Jason is pressed up against his side, how natural it feels to just sit with him like this.

“I like that you like being comfortable with me,” Jason says, his own version of teasing, though one that Nico knows and understands and likes. He knows that Jason’s reassuring him by prodding at him like that.

The next track on his CD starts to play—Jason turned the volume down, but didn’t shut it all the way off. They’re both too awkward in pure silence, but sitting together when there’s other background noise that means they don’t necessarily have to talk has become a staple of their hang-outs. There’ve been many an afternoon where Nico sets up on the floor of the Zeus cabin with his new, growing Mythomagic collection, while Jason sketches out temples at his desk.

They’re so comfortable around one another, nowadays.

Nico brings his knees up and nestles his chin on them, frowning at the opposite wall.

Are they maybe too comfortable? If other people are starting to look at them interacting and put weird labels like cuddling on it? Isn’t cuddling something people who like each other do, anyway? Friends don’t cuddle.

Nico feels his ears burn hot at the implication. Is that what Annabeth was trying to say? Does she think Nico likes Jason?

He brings his arms up to cover his mouth. He chews on his lip.

…does, Nico like Jason?

(to be continued)

#jasicobingochallenge2024 #cuddles #fanfiction #TW for what could potentially be outing #(though it's implied that Annabeth will only speak to people who know Nico's sexuality)#WAHOO!!!!!!#this was fun to write I like writing shenanigans #Nico and Annabeth's friendship is precious and dear to me and I want to continue this sometime #pjo #jason grace #nico di angelo #hoo #jasico #aright I'm gonna try and write something quick for another prompt to make up for missing yesterday

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niki-phoria · 10 months

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omg you do song fics?😍 can i request a bi!soobin x male reader to “i do” by g-idle?

pairing: bi!uni student!soobin x uni student!male!reader (referred to as a boy once) genre: fluff (??) a little angsty word count: 1.1k

includes: confession fic, uni au, ending is a little weird, reader cries, didn't want this to be too angsty, my greatest apologies if your name is mina lol

a/n: thank you for requesting !! i don't mind doing songfics at all :)) i hope you like it <33

soobin lets out a soft sigh as he enters your shared apartment. his bag crumbles in a small heap on the floor beside his bed before he wanders over to you. he all but collapses onto your mattress beside you, making you softly chuckle.

you set your phone aside; instagram feed long forgotten as you shift to lay down next to him. soobin buries his face into one of your pillows. his tense body relaxes slightly when you reach over to gently rub a hand against his back.

“are you okay?” soobin simply hums in response, though the strangled noise is muffled by his arms and the pillows he’s laying against. “bad day?”

despite the pillow blocking his face, you can see him nod slightly. a small smile tugs at the corners of your lips as you pat his thigh. “come here, bin.”

the boy perks up immediately at your words. you chuckle as he wastes no time in making himself comfortable in your lap. his head rests against your thighs; the rest of his body curled up on your twin sized bed. he smiles to himself as you begin to play with his hair, twisting the soft strands between your fingers.

you fall into a comfortable silence together for a few minutes before you notice soobin catch his bottom lip between his teeth. his jaw clenches the darker the thoughts clouding his brain become. he absentmindedly fidgets with his fingers as you continue raking your fingers through his dark locks.

“hey,” you whisper, catching soobin’s attention. he looks up at you through his dark fringe - your cue to continue. “what’s on your mind?”

a soft sigh escapes his lips. his gaze shifts up to stare at the ceiling. he studies the drywall adorning your dorm room as if an answer is hidden in the material.

“someone gave me a love letter… earlier today,” he finally says.

i don’t even know how to think

‘cause now she got your heart, so i feel stupid, foolish

you pause your movements almost instantaneously as the words leave his lips. they linger uncomfortably in the air like a thick fog that clouds your judgement. tension holds you both captive in the room. you feel like a caged animal - the chains of your own feelings tightly wrapped around your limbs and keeping you trapped exactly where you are.

you can nearly feel your heart stop beating in your chest. your breath catches in the back of your throat. an unfamiliar feeling of heartbreak curls inside of your stomach. it slinks through your intestines - working it’s way upwards to press against your chest.

“who was it from?” your voice trembles, though you hope soobin can’t hear the anxiety that drips from each word.

“mina.”

you know mina from your english class. she had silently slipped into the room after getting lost on her way to the lecture hall. she has a bright smile and kind eyes. even you can admit her laugh is contagious. it lights up every room she’s in. she’s perfect. perfect for soobin.

‘fraid i’m losing everything i thought i couldn’t

my whole world is fallin’ apart

you swallow your grief, forcing it deep into your chest. “she’s nice,” you murmur. “pretty. i like her. she’d be good for you.” but i would be better.

soobin hums. his eyes meet yours momentarily before he stares up at the ceiling once again. “do you really think so?”

you remain silent for a few seconds. you refocus on playing with soobin’s hair, letting the methodical action calm your racing heartbeat. a shaky sigh leaves your lips before you speak again. “do you like her?”

“i don’t know.” he pauses, anxiously tugging his bottom lip between his teeth again - a nervous habit you had always found particularly attractive. “i think i like someone else.”

don’t you go fallin’ in love

trust me, she’s not the one

a small spark of hope ignites in your chest before you quickly stomp it out. you’re roommates. two university students who happened to be assigned to the same dorm room. you’re friendly because you’re both introverted and spend most of your time around each other. your skinship is simply two boys being friendly - nothing more.

“soobin,” you murmur. tears sting at the corners of your eyes. they threaten to roll down your cheeks. you bite your tongue in an attempt to hold them back to little avail.

soobin sits up from your lap, furrowing his eyebrows in concern. “what’s wrong?” he whispers. the warm hand he places against your knee does little to soothe your aching heart, though you appreciate the gesture nonetheless.

you stare down at your hands, anxiously fidgeting with the rings on your fingers. soobin gently begins to rub small shapes against your leg in an attempt to calm you down. you twist the thin, cool metal against your skin as you mentally prepare yourself for rejection. anger. heartbreak.

“i’m in love with you.”

she won’t ever love you like i do

hold you like i do, know you like i do

the words come out as little more than a broken whisper. soobin’s movements stop momentarily - though what was realistically a few seconds feels like an eternity of waiting.

“y/n,” soobin finally whispers. his voice is soft. gentle. you bite down on your tongue harder. tears slowly begin to roll down your cheeks; at first in single drops before streams quickly begin falling from your eyes.

you’re unable to prevent the choked sob that escapes when soobin cups your cheek. his touch feels far too intimate to be just from a roommate. an acquaintance.

soobin brushes his thumb against your cheek, wiping away the tears as fast as they come. you go limp in his arms when he pulls you into a tight hug, keeping you tightly pressed against his chest. “i’m sorry,” you murmur into the crook of his neck. embarrassment mixes with your grief. your head aches at the sudden flood of emotion. “i don’t wanna lose you.”

“you won’t,” soobin whispers. he rubs a hand against your back. you let the feeling soothe you - at least momentarily. “you never will.” he gently coaxes you away from his neck so you’re looking into his dark eyes. “i love you too.”

you sniffle, hesitantly looking up at him once again. “really?”

“really.” soobin pulls you back into a hug, letting you cling to his body. he presses a kiss against your forehead as his arms snake around your waist. “i love you, y/n."

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alessiathepirate · 1 year

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Life is Strange

WHALES: Nathan Prescott x fem!reader

Summary: Falling asleep next to the person you love the most, while the whales are singing in the background...

Notes: English isn't my first language. I apologize for any mistake I made while I wrote this short story.

Warnings: swearing, hidden references to mental health issues, slight references to sleep disorders

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She found the whale sounds a few months before their relationship took a turn and became something more than simple friendship. If she wanted to be honest she thought it was cute - like hella cute. Imagining him falling asleep to those sounds painted a pretty picture in her head. However, right in the next moment she was full of worry. Did he really needed it to find peace in sleeping?

She brushed it off though, after she saw his embarrassment, and acted like it was nothing. Everyone has their weird habits, right? She never talked to him about it again and seemingly Nathan was okay with it. More like... thankful - as much as he can be.

Later their relationship took turns. Honesty was on the surface, kisses were stolen, feelings were confessed and trust was built... This is where they were now. And it was perfect in it's own way. Sure, it wasn't a flawless, easy relationship. Nathan still had his issues and throwing tantrums about the smallest things weren't unusual. Dating him wasn't easy - it demanded a lot of patience and calmness from her, but it also came with such deep feelings, apologies, the feeling of being safe and loved; that every single moment was worth it.

They were laying in Nathan's bed, her arms tightly around his torso as if she'd be afraid of him disappearing. One of his hands were gently caressing her back, drawing small, imagined circles into her skin.

Their first, but for sure not last night together, in the same bed, in complete comforting silence...

How did they get here?

The girl knocked on Nathan's door not so long ago. She was wearing her pajamas - meaning she walked from the girls' dormitory to his room in it - and she had a small bag on her shoulder. He was angry at first, she could tell. The moment he opened the door she could see the anger in his eyes and that he was ready to punch whoever was in front of the door. However, when he noticed who it was, he smiled. He actually fucking smiled! And it made her heartbeat faster.

"Dana's having a fucking house-party in her dorm, the only fucking time I actually want to sleep." she said with a shy smile. "So... Would you mind if-... You know. I'd stay here tonight?"

He didn't mind, at all.

After a strong and for sure honest "fuck her", he let her in and gently kissed her. The girl smiled. Who would've thought that Nathan Prescott can be such a softie? But all jokes aside, she appreciated and absolutely adored this side of him, mostly because it was something what only existed between the two of them. With her, he really, really wanted to be honest, patient and gentle. And he was. And it was perfect in her eyes even when he didn't think like that about it at all.

"I'll have to get up early if I want to sneak back to my dorm. Like really sneak back... without anyone seeing me." she said after they laid down and she did her best to get as close to him as possible without him feeling forced or uncomfortable.

"You don't have to."

"I know." she smiled. "I'm just so tired of everyone being so damn noisy. Last time I was out with you half of Blackwell knew about it by the morning."

"Fuck them." he said again with sleepy eyes as he kissed the top of her head. "They are just noisy assholes who like to talk. Besides, I can always walk you back there without a problem." he gently touched her waist, making her climb even closer to him. "If I'll want to let you go, that is..."

She let out a small laugh - then she playfully, but carefully punched his arm. "Yeah, I forgot that you can never get in trouble."

Nathan just let out a hum and as she put her head on his chest, she could feel it slightly raising.

"Maybe I should just stay here and get in trouble." she said after a few long moments of silence. "Will you get in trouble with me?" she looked up at him with curious eyes, but the childlike playfulness was still shining behind her irises.

"Or maybe we can go out and get breakfast instead of going to class? How does it sound?"

Damn that smirk, she thought as she got lost in his eyes for a second. That smirk he had when he got both coy and flirty. How his lips curled into a smile... And how no matter he was smirking, his eyes were still shining from childish naught. There was just something so god damn irresistible in it, in his whole presence that she wanted to hate it so bad, yet couldn't.

Her lips curled up into a smile as well. "If we can get waffles, I'm yours."

Nathan just smiled back, letting out a chuckle and nothing could get that smile off his face as he felt her arms around his torso. She was laying her head on his chest again, listening to his hearbeat.

"I like your bedhead."

She just grinned when she heard his words. "Look who's talking." and after a few seconds she added: "And I like how damn comfortable you are."

Everything became quiet after that. Neither of them talked or tried to talk - not like they needed words to understand the other. She was comfortably laying on top of him under the covers, feeling the heat radiating off of their bodies. The only noises they could hear were pretty quiet. It was coming from other students' dorm room and she had a feeling that Warren is up, watching some even for her too bloody, weird ass movies. As Nathan's chest rose and lowered back as he breathed and as his heartbeat sounded so calming, she could feel her eyelids becoming heavier and heavier - and when she felt his hands drawing different figures into her skin, she almost fell asleep.

If she wanted to be honest, Nathan wasn't the only one who had difficulties with falling asleep. She was up most of the nights studying, reading, watching some movies or listening to some music - so she won't hear the loud sounds coming from the others' rooms. Falling asleep is... difficult. There were times when she fell asleep in class or when she walked to school with teary eyes caused by tiredness.

Not these days though - she was tired, that much is true, but she had Nathan by her side who's presence energized her more than she could've ever imagine.

Laying down with him though... it's a comletely different story. It's so damn peaceful and calming.

But suddenly she opened her eyes and sat up, looking at Nathan who looked back at her with sleepy, but questioning eyes.

"Turn on the whale sounds." she said kindly and lovingly - seemingly her words startled him.

"Why would-"

"No, you don't understand!" she interrupted, making him shut up. "I want you to sleep, like actually, peacfully sleep. So turn on the whale sounds... please. It won't bother me!"

Embarrassment - that was all she was able to read from his facial expressions and she got worried for a few moments there, until it turned into adoration.

"Look, Nate, it's fine... I just really want you to get some sleep."

"It doesn't make it less weird or fucked up though. Just- just get some sleep, I'll be fine-"

But she already stood up and walked towards the small shelf to turn on the speaker and a few short moments later, all they could hear was the sounds of the whales. Her lips curled upwards looking at her boyfriends, whose eyes were slightly red from the tiredness; yet he looked at her so lovingly that she felt her cheeks heat up.

When she sat back down next to him, Nathan greeted her with a kiss - what was full of the thankful feelings he couldn't explain, but definitely was able to show. She just gently touched his neck, then dragged her fingers through his hair, carefully playing with it.

"God, what've I ever done to deserve you?"

The sweet question made her heart skip a beat after the kiss ended, both from being touched by the words and being worried - because even after all this time he didn't understand the simple fact that he deserved all the affection and love he got.

She didn't say any of that out loud though - she couldn't explain it the way it needed to be explained. So she just grinned and said: "I hope you meant it as a compliment!"

Nathan just chuckled.

"I'll sure as hell buy you waffles tomorrow."

They layed down again, this time he hugged her as tightly and lovingly as he possibly could - and she was sure he wanted to show how much he appreciated that she didn't only remember, but also accepted his weird, yet cute habit. The duvet was over them, making the position even more comfortable.

The whales were quietly singing in the background - and when Nathan's breathing slowed down, she carefully moved not wake him up, and observed his expressions. He fell asleep. Peacfully, calmly, next to her. She felt happy, because she knew he'll at least get some well deserved rest.

As she looked at him, she had the urge to just climb out of bed and steal his camera, only to take that perfect shot Mr. Jefferson was always talking about. But she knew better then to move - he's probably a light sleeper. This wasn't the right time for experiments.

That night, after three long days, she finally slept well next to the person who she loved the most.

#life is strange #nathan prescott x reader #nathan prescott #life is strange x reader #fem!reader #nathan prescott x fem!reader

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hotxcheeto · 2 years

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hello, just discovered your account and I love it !! I would love to know if you could write a Sevika, Caitlyn, Vi and Jinx x female s/o who has a rather small chest please ! it can be fluff, comforting and suggestive/nsfw at the same time

I just read the one you did with a bigger chest reader and I would love to see the opposite !!

(that was my first request I hope it's understandable (: )

━ 𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀 𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐒/𝐎

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨 - Vi, Jinx, Caitlyn, Sevika

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 - Cursing, mentions of sex, alludes to sex, sexual themes, hickies, marks and bites, mentions of lingerie? and bras, ladies being pervs here and there, reader being insecure at times, talk of insecurities

𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 ? - Yeah/Nope/Some

𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚 - SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG!! I did my best and I hope you like it, I loved the rq!!! thank you so much loveeee!!

REBLOGS ARE EXTREMELY APPRECIATED

☆ 𝐕𝐈 – Doesn't care, like for real. Boobs are boobs to her, no discrimination here. She loves them either way and she's touchy and pervy. She's Vi c'mon now.

Vi stares a lot, if you're her s/o you better like being watched because sometimes she'll just gaze at you with a dopey smile. And she loves staring at your chest too, right down your shirt and is very unapologetic about it. Doesn't care at all.

I headcanon Vi to love skin to skin contact but not admit it often and so laying shirtless with you is a habit and she'll tend to just circle your boobs, just the very light swell or outline of them. Sometimes she'll just put both her hands over them to 'keep them safe'. Loves that they fit right in her palms, its her way of saying you're meant to be.

Likes to come up and just set her hands on your chest, just resting them there. Waist? No! Boobs. They just fit so perfectly because of their size.

But Vi will lay on top of you shirtless, and loves when you wear cutouts tops that show off your skin right around those areas. Especially when you wear special shirts that draw attention to that area, she thinks you look so hot.

But getting insecure is normal, everyone does and Vi can always tell when you're staring a bit too long at yourself. And maybe with eyes that aren't her favorite. So she'll spend extra time showing you how much she loves your chest, how pretty they are and makes sure to decorate them with a few marks to remind you of her love.

So everytime you look at your chest, a reminder of Vi can't get enough of you so she has to leave her marking there.

God she loves your boobs. And you, of course.

☆ 𝐉𝐈𝐍𝐗 – Also couldn't care less, they're boobs and Jinx thinks that if you like female bodied people and don't like all kinds of boobs you are astronomically weird. So big or small, she's in love.

Touches, bites, kisses, squeezes even if there's nothing to squeeze. She's named them, and they're hers and hers only. Even if you're masc or fem, top or bottom, those are hers now. Sorry. Like I said in my other post though, she totally mumbles shit to herself about/to them before taking a nice bite out of your skin.

They're her love bites just let it happen.

It was a nice mark to remind you of your girlfriend every time you looked in the mirror without a shirt.

Jinx is also a very skin-on-skin person and will starfish sleep on you shirtless, also the type to sleep completely naked especially when you're around. She'll circle your tits and bury her face right in there. Pressing a kiss to you them as well.

Mind you, you can be insecure, Jinx might have a harder time understanding it but she also understands feeling bad about yourself in certain areas. But if you don't like something about yourself, Jinx will find it and love it no matter what it is, because you always do that for her.

Besides she's got little boobs, she likes you both staring her intricate tops and covers, she likes pointing out how they look similar, probably claims their friends. The itty bitty titty committee is fully welcome here.

In conclusion, Jinx loves boobs. Especially yours.

☆ 𝐂𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐋𝐘𝐍 – Caitlyn has a bigger sized chest, you love it and she loves it. And she loves yours just as much, sometimes she's even jealous that some things fit you and not her because of her bust and the back pain, yeah she claims you got lucky with that one.

But she treats them so nicely, she uses oils and lotions on her body and chest and does the same to you. Also loves bra shopping for you both ( if you wear them ) just to get to matching sets because she thinks it's adorable how you both look so different in them but so pretty at the same time.

Just to stare at yourselves in the mirror is enough.

Loves it, like I mean loves it. She also happens to sleep naked here and there and loves when you both do together. Loves your body in general, Caitlyn is a lover she body worships and makes you feel like you're the most amazing person in the world. Even when you're feeling really low.

She loves you and your chest, she'll get you necklaces just to help compliment your chest if you're feeling a bit insecure about it. Cait loves you and she loves to show you.

☆ 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐊𝐀 – Sevika, like Vi.. she's Sevika. She loves your body and every inch of it, and while having sex she especially likes your ass and tits. And she worships, even is she's rough and acts like your body is an object Gods she loves it more than anything. She loves you, even if she doesn't say it.

Sevika loves your boobies just because they're apart of you and for hell's sake I've said it a ton, they're boobies what's not to love! Loves that with just an arm she can cover your chest up if someone walks in on you both which has happened quite a few times. She'll just put her hands up and it takes over half your upper body.

Also loves when you wear things that make your chest area pop, like sparkly and extravagant tops or dresses that show off your entire body. Because in Sevika's eyes you're beautiful why not wear things that compliment it. Besides it just makes her want to rip it off you more.

Loves your chest though, she'll mark it up so badly it'll be sore the next day decorated with different colored bites and bruises to remind you of how much she loves it. And Sevika loves when you walk around your apartment shirtless and maybe with a pair of panties on.

But that's her favorite outfit for you, just so she can see how pretty you look with your chest exposed. Maybe a piece of jewelry she stole or saved for just for you dawned around your neck as a compliment.

Sevika can't understand why you'd hate that area of you sometimes, she fucking loves it. But she gets the feeling of being insecure, so she makes sure to remind you how pretty you really are.

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morganwrites12672 · 2 years

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Tobias x reader

@naishaaaaa helped me with the plot for this fic, enjoy.

Taglist: @asiludida164

It was the middle of the day. Yn had been swamped in work. Since defeating Jeanine and helping the tris take down the burea, yn and Tobias had gone back to dauntless.

Tobias stuck to training iniates, yn however. That was a different story.

Yn started sending reports into the burea about how the 'factions' we're doing, (you got to choose a faction or living beyond the gate), she also helped Tobias with iniates, and she gave a lot of private lessons.

Tobias started feeling, feverish and his throat was throbbing, and itchy. He didn't want to bother yn, she already was extremely overwlemed.

He finished training and went to bed early.

Yn walks into their shared apartment at 1am, an initiate couldn't get the hang of his right hook. She was bruised and ready for more work. She still has a few hours of reports to fill out.

She notices Tobias snoring on the bed. His delicate figure, so peaceful, his chest slowly rising and falling.

Yn gave him a kiss on the forehead, "love you baby," she whispered.

Walking over to the living room, she sits on the couch facing Tobias. She starts on filing reports, and answering emails from other factions regarding some ridiculous government thing, she was not even qualified for.

At a quarter past three, Y/N is working feverously. She hears Tobias break into a coughing fit in his sleep.

She rushes to his side, "Tobias," she pulls him into a sitting position he continues coughing. She rushes to grab a glass of water. She starts patting his back, handing him the water when he stops coughing, "hey, hey what happened? I'm right her sweetheart," she coos, soothingly rubbing his back.

"I feel like shit," he groans, leaning his head on her shoulder.

She takes the glass and sets it down, "you need meds," she starts, he opens his mouth to protest but she quickly cuts him off, "fucking bullshit, if you don't want me taking you to the infirmary I will be getting you medicine,"

He knows better than to argue with her. After having a shitty and abusive home life. Yn was very protective of her family. If she cared about you, there was nothing she wouldn't do. She backed up Tobias and comforted him after he beat up Marcus, and after yn confronted her own father and sent him to the infirmary, getting them kicked out of amity, he held her while she cried.

Yn quickly returns with various bottles.

"okay, toby what hurts," she asks, sitting at the foot of the bed.

"My throat is sore, my head hurts, I'm sore, and feel ....weird," he rambles. It had taken him getting sick twice for him to let her take control.

"okay take this," she says handing him water and an array of pills.

He does, "I'll sleep on the couch so,-"

"I don't get sick I'm divergent," she smirks.

He groans.

"okay fine, but really I don't get sick from colds and stuff, often at least," she mumbles, spooning him.

"m'sorry I love you," he mumbles into your neck.

"hey, Im here for you, baby," she coos kissing his head as he drifts into a peaceful slumber. She admires how peaceful he looks whilst sleeping.

The way his chest rises and falls. His lips slightly parted, at peace, as he, out of habit, lays on his stomach. He is perfect. He is hers. And she is his. She lays on her stomach to, resting a hand on his shoulder.

*bonus flashback*

"You fucking piece of shit ," Marcus yells, hitting Tobias across the back with the belt screaming insults.

"yn," her father screams, drunk.

He finds her and shoves her into the wall, he throws a beer bottle at her.

"please stop," she chokes out before her head gets fuzzy.

As he strikes her across the back with a broken glass bottle, her vision dots black.

One more hit and everything is warm and dark, fuzzy.

Give me more request plz

#Tobias #tobias eaton imagine #eddie munson angst #tobias eaton #tobias eaton headcanon #tobias eaton smut #tobias eaton x reader #Sick Tobias #Divergent #Tobias blurb #Tobias four #Eaton #Four x reader #four x reader #Tobias x reader #Tobias Eaton fanfic

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theanimewriter · 2 years

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How a boy shows his love

pairing: gn!reader x Shousuke Komi

genre:Fluff

Warning: Neck kisses/hickeys!

Summary: There are many ways that people show their love in many different and many weird ways at that and Shousuke is …one of them.

Today is a calming and relaxing day for Shousuke (for once) and what’s makes it even better;you’re here with him all alone in his room.Days like these are rare,where no one would brother the either of you.

Shousuke would usually be doing something that seems impossible for just one person with little experience from anyone to Master, but alas this is Shousuke after all.

At the moment through he seem to be doing something that doesn’t seem that impressive on his part, but rather on yours.

That impressive thing is; SHOUSUKE LAYING ON YOUR CHEST WHILE HE LET’S YOU PET HIS HAIR!!!…Truly something of this level should get an reward for such a impossible achievement known to men kind.

For Shousuke on the other hand;it’s completely heaven for him.He’ll never admit this ,but he loves when you pet his hair and he gets to feel your heart beat as well.(Plus he does purr a little to add to that.P.S another thing he would never admit to.)

Just as Shousuke was about to doe’s off to sleep his phone beep repeatedly.At first Shousuke didn’t care to look, but as the ringing went on he did start to get grumpy about it.

Being the generous lover you are,you took Shousuke phone and look who was texting him;and to no surprise,Hitomi.Also Hitomi.

Hitomi

Heeeeeey Shousuke,wanna hangout today?! I just saw this cool new cafe at the street corner! It will be so FUN,come on.I’ll invite Y/N if you come along~~~~We can get smoothies!!And you and Y/N can SHARE one…..;)

When you finish reading one of the hundredth of the message,you couldn’t help but feel really bad for Shousuke.(Yes.you know that Shousuke suffers of the hands of Hitomi,you do see it first hand.But when it happens constantly you can’t help but feel a little worried. Especially if Hitomi gets the police just to drag Shousuke out of the house again.)

“It’s Hitomi.She want us to go to this new cafe and she is apparently trying to bride you as well;by using me as bait.” You signed of the silly girl antics of trying to get you and Shousuke on a date.(Despite her not knowing that you and Shousuke had been dating for months now.)

Shousuke grumbled and plopped his head back on to your chest and after about ten seconds,he started to rub his head back and forth as a way to tell you, ‘Keep scratching my hair!’

As quiet as it was,you knew Shousuke wanted something but didn’t want to say anything to make things awkward.You can tell when he wants something or the weird habits he has.

Even thought it has been months and Shousuke has been better at opening his feelings and telling in his own way how he feel;there are still times where he feel a bit…strange to ask for certain things.

So you stop petting his hair, (Shousuke was about to gate at you) gently grab his face and you pull him towards yourself.

You and Shousuke stare at eachother for a few seconds lost into the other gaze.Shousuke turned his eyes to your lips and you slowly started to lean in.

The kiss was slow and gently like cute puppy kisses,as the kissing went on it gotten longer and longer and Shousuke got more comfortable during it.

You open your mouth a little bit and he slipped his tongue inside yours.The more and more passionate it has became after the time passes.

You pulled Shousuke back lightly so you can caught your breath.The sound that can be heard in the room was you and his panting.

Shousuke stared into your eyes before he moved his sight to your neck,he gently went for your neck and stick his tongue out and big a long lick along the side of your neck as you gasp out of surprise.

It wasn’t the first time that Shousuke has done this.When he gets comfortable enough and knows that you’re ok with this,than he would and will go for it.

The more time that he went at it the more the both of you got into it.Shousuke was putting spots all over your neck and if it’s sensitive than be ready to hide your groans.

You and Shousuke was in your own little world,you both didn’t hear the phone,not the birds,not the car,not the passing by people outside,and unfortunately not the door that was opening.

Before you and Shousuke can proceed what happened you heard a very loud screech from someone that was at the door….Shuoko.It was Shuoko-KOMI-SAN.Shousuke big sister!!!

Shousuke whip his head up just in time to see Shuoko run out of his room,slamming the door behind her.Could you blame her though:You have you collar pulled down,Shousuke is on top of you,a hand over your hand mouth,and he was holding your wrist to the bed.Of course Shuoko would have ran out,especially since she has social anxiety.

The awkward since that went after that when Shuoko screamed and slammed the door.”should we go after her…?” You asked hesitantly.

“No.” Is all what Shousuke said.He got up,locked the door, went back to pin you down to the bed,and to continue what he was doing before hand.

“S-Shousuke!?” You honestly cant deal with this guys sometimes.First he acts all shy, but when he knows that your comfortable he totally flips and does whatever he wants.

Now the question is,how do you get Shousuke to stop making your neck look like a some wild animal attack you; also on top of that,having Shuoko not having a indispensable crisis….What terrible trouble you gotten yourself into!?

🜾🜅🝠🝈🜼🝤🜸| (• ◡•)|𝔹𝕠𝕟𝕦𝕤 𝕤𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕖 | (• ◡•)|🜈🜘🜋🜘🜉🝳

You were finally was able to get Shousuke off of you.It’s not like you hate when he shows his love to you nor does he try’s to force you to do things when you clearly don’t want to do them.

Shousuke knew that Shuoko can be a big girl and learn that sometimes couples do things like this.(Not all, but some.) So here you both are; your still laying on your back with Shousuke on top of you.

You sighed and said, “ we should go and comfortable Shuoko before she has trauma from seeing that.” You knew by know Shuoko is panicking if she should go apologize or not talk about at all.

“She will be fine.” Shousuke said blankly. He did show that he has no interest to deal with his big sister,she’ll get over it,at some point…

You were about to sigh at your boyfriend uncaring personality until you heard something from Shousuke window.

“COME OUT RiGHT NOW OR ELES!!” That’s right…that was Hitomi voice.It also sounds like she using a microphone.Shousuke is really annoyed now.First Shuoko,than Hitomi.Why can’t he just have some peace and quiet with his lover???

It seems the nice relaxing day for you and Shousuke are over unfortunately.

#headcanon #anime boy #x reader #anime #romanticism #gn!reader #boyfriend #komi can't communicate #komi san wa komyushou desu #shousuke komi x reader #shousuke x reader #komi shousuke x reader #shousuke komi #shousuke #Komi doesn’t need to communicate

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oxygenbefore1775 · 2 years

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Trying on their red armband

characters included: Pieck, Porco, Reiner, Zeke

cw: gn!reader (with Porco the reader is once adressed as Mrs), generally fluff (it gets a bit angsty with Reiner and Zeke), ambigious mentions of death

summary: they walk in on you trying on the red armband they've left behind

wc: 1,2k (roughly 300 pro character)

a/n: this idea popped randomly in my head, it's a bit unusual if not downright weird so bear with me

Pieck

Having woken up in the early morning, Pieck leaves the bedroom to make coffee for you two. Not fully awake yet, you force your eyes open and look around the room. A scarlet armband laying on Pieck's bedside table instantly captures your attention.

"Pieck?" you raise your voice so that she could hear you all the way from the kitchen "Can, can I try your armband on for a brief moment?"

At first Pieck stays silent, only muffled sizzling of a coffee pot reaches your ear.

"Sure, love," she finally responds in a cheerful voice.

Not wasting any moment, you fetch the armband from the bedside table and approach the mirror. Seeing the red band being slid up your shoulder evokes a strange feeling. It seems so exotic, alomost surreal. There isn't much vividness in Liberio's internment zone — Marleyan obsession with war has its influence on almost every aspect of your life. The muted color palette that you've been surrounded since your birth doesn't help with already hard way of things.

Your eyes glued to your own reflection, you don't hear Pieck come into the bedroom with two mugs of coffee.

"Red suits you, you know?" she points out while passing by.

"Shame I can't wear this thing out in the public," a deep sigh escapes your lips.

You take the armband off and sit down beside Pieck as she's handing you your mug. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Pieck turning her face to you, her lips pursed.

"The poppy is in bloom right now," she says, pushing a lock of her raven hair behind her ear, "And I just happen to know where a near-by poppy field is"

You can't help but to smile at her words.

"You would look lovely with a wreath of poppies on that pretty head of yours"

Porco

"Rummaging through my stuff again?" his sleepy voice catches you off guard.

However you don't turn away from the mirror. Your gaze shifts to find his figure in the reflection slowly approaching you.

"Finders keepers" your reply is swift, voice laced with impassivity as you keep on spinning in front of the mirror.

It's not the first time you "borrow" Porco's clothes. Frankly speaking, you can't be blamed for this guilty pleasure — it's Porco's habit of throwing his things around the apartment and his sense of fashion you seem to like that often leaves him with no stuff to wear. But this morning you've stumbled upon something much more valuable (and therefore irresistable) than any of his bomber jackets.

You feel him nuzzling into your neck, the touch of his lips on your skin sending a warm wave down your body. You stand like this for a couple of minutes, your eyes meet in the reflection — until you notice his hand stelthily making its way to your left arm.

"Hey," you protest in a weak voice as soon as his fingers start tugging on the armband, "Can't I dream for a little moment?"

Suddenly Porco stops his attempts to retrieve his armband. He turns you around so that you're facing him. His soft hands are cradling your face, a soft expression to his gaze that you rarely get to see.

"Well, you don't always have to be a holder of a Titan in order to wear this," his tone is somehow gentle and mocking at the same time.

A thought begins to form in the back of your head. Hesitant to voice it, you keep silent watching the corner of his lips curl into a smirk. Porco wraps his arms around you, drawing you closer to his chest.

"Wanna become Mrs Galliard?"

Reiner

Reiner walks into the room just as you are sliding his armband up all the way to your shoulder.

"I'm needed at the HQ. Do you know where my—," he notices the red band around your arm and looks up at you, "What are you doing?"

The sudden shift in his tone makes you feel uneasy. Watching his pupils constrict — something you've never seen before — you hesitate to speak.

"I just wanted to see how this looks on me. I thought you wouldn't mind"

Reiner winces at your words. A quiet sigh escapes his lips as he walks up to you avoiding eye contact.

"Please give it back to me," he mutters, his hand extending to you.

You quickly take off the armband. It's almost eerie to see Reiner in such state. Used to his infinite tenderness towards you, you can't help but to make a few deep breathes in an attempt to calm down.

"I'm sorry if I've upset you," your voice is trembling, watery haze glazing over your eyes.

The next moment he wraps his arms around you, your cheek pressing against his broad chest.

"Don't be sorry," you can hear his heart rapidly beating, "It's me who should be apologizing. I just don't want you to wear this thing"

"Are you saying I'm not allowed to touch your stuff?" you reply, looking up at him with a mischievious grin.

"Of course not, what's mine is yours," his apologetic tone brings a smile to your face. "It's a different thing with the armband," he lowers his voice, "I myself don't want to wear it"

You feel a twinge of guilt. Pulling away from his embrace, you give Reiner a reassuring smile.

"If you want to talk about it, I'm ready to hear you out"

You can practically see Reiner's heart melting in his chest as he brushes his thumb against your cheek.

"Sure, we can do it right after I come back"

Zeke

"You like it, huh?"

You nearly cry out in surprise. You turn away from your reflection to find Zeke lying down on the bed, propping himself up on an elbow, his eyes looking you up and down.

"How long have you been watching me?" you try to sound confident but you're helpless against Zeke's smug grin.

"Long enough to notice your morbid fascination with that scrap of fabric"

Flustered, you lower your gaze, feeling blood rushing to your cheeks. Suddenly creaking springs can be heard — Zeke walks up behind you but still not close enough. The red armband is too loose on your arm and keeps sliding down until Zeke finally takes it away from you.

"I would be glad to give this one to you, if I had a spare one," his tone is calm, lips curving into a naive smile. "But you can have it once my term comes to an end. By that time I won't be needing it anymore"

His words make your heart skip a beat. Zeke's demeanor never betrays the fact that he has less than a year to live. Every time you have to be reminded of it and most of the time it's Zeke who has to do it. The way he so carelessly speaks of it — be it his coping mechanism or actual lack of concern — somehow instills a feeling of solitude in you.

Noticing your downcast look, Zeke calls you by your name so that you lift up your head and look him straight in the eyes.

"When you get your hands on my armband," he hesitates, unsure how to put his thoughts into words, "Just don't be creepy about it"

"Creepy about it?" you snicker.

"Yes," he continues with a straight face. "As in don't sniff it all day long and use it as your cuddling toy. That kind of creepy"

#aot #attack on titan #snk #shingeki no kyojin #marleyan warriors #aot warriors #aot headcanons #warriors headcanons #pieck finger #porco galliard #reiner braun #zeke jeager #zeke yeager #aot oneshots #warriors oneshots

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dickarchivist · 5 months

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Throwing this in here late, so if y’all don’t get to it I understand (I understand if you skip any of them!) but I just woke up and was wondering what everyone’s sleep positions usually are? Or sleep habits entirely.

Love and hugs (for all that want them)

Dax'Malkin, smiling softly: they sleep so silly.

I find that Ghost sleeps best in a twist, his legs folded as if laying on his side, but his back nearly flat. I've seen him switch sides and listened to his spine crack all the way up.

Ghost: it feels amazing.

Dax: I'm sure it does my sweet boy. Your brothers, they sleep much different than you.

Phantom sleeps with his hands folded over his belly, as if he were in a coffin. Halfway through the night once of his arms will go over his head, and his knees will bend. Sometimes, he'll cross one leg over the other, sort of like if he were sitting at a table. About 10 minutes before he wakes up, his body will go back to its coffin like position, and he'll awaken.

Phantom: I do not...! Do I?

Athena: yes you do, unless I'm with you. Then your legs stay down, and one arm goes around me!

Phantom: huh... I'm a weird sleeper.

Dax: not as strange as Wraith. He starts off on his belly, arms tucked under his pillow, and slowly lifts his bottom into the air by tucking his legs underneath himself- leg, I should say. His one leg goes under him, but since he lost the other, the replacement doesn't abide his nighttime A frame pose. If his higney isn't in the air, his legs form a figure four, and one arm is incredibly straight.

Wraith: I-- like a toddler???

Dax: mmhmm, yes, I suppose tots do that. Vann slept like that when he was small... >ahem< but the twins, they sleep rather normal if they weren't in sync with each other.

Banshee and Specter both hug pillows when they're not in the same bunk, holding each other. But what makes this strange, you see, is that if they're in their separate bunks, they toss and turn in sync with the other, as if searching for each other. And they always face in the opposite direction, mirroring one another, and if you viewed this from above, lining them up, Banshee and Specter will always be holding one another.

Banshee and Specter look at each other, then bump fists with a single nod.

Dax, chuckling: never a closer pair of brothers I've seen. Little Hena, she sleeps like a star when not tucked into the side of one of us. All splayed out without a care in the waking world, yet when close to one of us, she latches on, head on our hearts, arms around our chests, secure.

Athena: Master Dax'Malkin doesn't sleep a lot, or very well. When he does, he has to sleep in a net hammock because of the spikes on his back. He has nightmares a lot, and he doesn't tell us of what. Sometimes, though, Master Dax falls asleep meditating. We like to put stuff on him to see how much we can get him before he wakes up.

#from the archivist #grave squad clones #clone oc banshee #clone oc ghost #clone oc specter #clone oc phantom #clone oc wraith #jedi oc dax'malkin #jedi oc athena bello #asks for grave squad #take it to the grave nye 2023

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noodleskeleton · 10 months

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2 Halves Of The Same Whole

Chapter 1

An original work based on mine and 8moon’s spidersonas. Co-written by my absolute best friend @8m00nl1ght8 <3

Ao3 Link, Wattpad Link

Word Count: 1738

Summary:

David and Mireya are about as different as you could be from someone else, but when a series of events brings them to the same abandoned building on the same night they’ll need to rely on each other to get through the new hurdles in their lives.

A.K.A

We made some spidersonas together and now we’re writing about them cause we’re a tad obsessed :)

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Chapter 1 - Before The Big Bang

'Do I miss Russia?' He thinks bringing the cigarette up to his lips, inhaling deeply. David stares up at the bright full moon as he leans on the cold windowsill of a windowless window frame, the moonlight making his snow white hair look so bright and his gray eyes even lighter almost as if the grey is not there. He tilted his head back exhaling the toxic smoke, his hair parting to reveal the scar on his forehead, it was a big brown mark spreading across the left side of his forehead, the thing that changed his life forever. For better or worse you ask? Debatable.

The stars, that is one thing he certainly missed about Russia. New York has hardly any stars due to light pollution unlike his home-village surrounded by miles of woodland, the view of the sky was so beautiful David would lay taking in it's beauty for countless hours every day for so many years wondering how he could escape his prison, his "home". 'What even is home?' He thought to himself, taking one last drag of the cigarette before flicking it out of the window. One would think at 18 years old you would understand what home means, but not David. He has heard many opinions on what home is, some say it is where your family is and others say it's simply where you live or where you feel safe, and yet David feels uncertain still to what 'home' really means. He walked across the empty room filled with cans and other trash, covered floor to ceiling with lousy graffiti made by David himself, exhaling the toxic smoke once again as he leaned against a wall sliding himself down to sit against it. He tucked in his knees hugging them to his chest and pulling his sleeves over his hands in an attempt to warm himself up a little before closing his eyes to try to get a good night's sleep.

He felt a pinch on his hand slightly making him jump. He swiftly opened his eyes and inspected what was wrong when he saw the most disgusting, monstrous, foul creature to exist, David's number 1 enemy, a spider. He gasped, swiping it off, getting up in a hurry. He looked around the moon-lit room, eyes wide in panic, but it seemed as if it vanished into thin air. Everybody knows it is worse to lose the spider than to find one but right before he could collect himself and calm his breathing someone burst into the room. A girl? She seemed young, at least a couple years younger than himself. She had short brown hair with honey coloured skin and these fierce dark brown eyes that looked right through you like daggers. By the looks of her tidy clothes she was not homeless like him, so what could she possibly be doing here?

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Mireya sighed as she finally left the run-down building people called a school. It was hardly holding itself together most days and it most likely wasn’t safe enough for human habitation, yet every week day she still trudged her way through the streets to spend 7 hours wasting away there. She felt a glare form on her face as her complaints about her school grew in number but she did nothing to hide it. She was already known as the weird goth kid at school and if her anger kept people away from her then she was more than happy to play the role people gave to her.

She put her headphones on as she made her way to the daycare where her younger siblings currently were. Fabian and Juliana were too young to go to kindergarten yet but with both her parents working they couldn’t stay at home. Luckily, the daycare was only a 15 minute walk away from her high school so it wasn’t too much effort to walk there everyday. As she reached the gates of the daycare she turned her music off and hung her headphones around her neck. A few parents waved at her kindly and she waved back, praying to whatever higher power was out there that none of them tried to start a conversation with her.

Thankfully, none of them did and 20 minutes later she was at home with Fabian and Juliana, looking through the empty cupboards for a snack to give them. There were two packets of Cheetos so she pulled them out and gave them to her baby siblings. Usually now would be the time she would quickly rush any homework she had before she got too busy babysitting the kids but before she could even reach her bag, the door opened with a loud bang and her half-sister Lucita swayed into the house.

It wasn’t unusual for her to do so, despite having moved out 2 years back when Juliana was born, but it still brought a scowl to Mireya’s face. The only reason Lucita came round anymore was to take money or food, things the Perez family had little of, and it was almost a guarantee that her sister was either high or drunk. Mireya stomped over to the inebriated 22 year old and crossed her arms, blocking her from getting into the living room where the two toddlers were playing.

“What do you want, Lucita?” She made sure to point her fiercest glare at her. “If you’re looking for food then you're out of luck.” Lucita giggled at her, swaying as she leaned against the wall.

“Hiiiiii Reya!” She slurred, “What’re you doing here?” Mireya sighed, already preparing to kick her out the house. “Anyway, never mind that, do you think you could lend me a few dollars?” Lucita stumbled forwards, almost knocking a painting from the wall.

“No, Lucita. I cannot lend you anything, we’re barely getting enough for food as it is.” Mireya raised her eyebrow, hoping the woman would get the hint and leave.

“Awww, come on! I just need a tenner to get some food tonight.” Lucita whined, doing her best attempt at puppy dog eyes, the look ruined by her drunk smile and tired red eyes. “After that I’ll leave you alone forever I promise, please don't make me go hungry Reya.” Mireya sighed again, knowing already the only outcome of this.

“Wait there,” she ordered and went to the kitchen to grab 10 dollars from the rent jar. She slapped it into her sister’s hands and all but shoved her out the door, ignoring the slurred thank you’s and promises of leaving them alone after this. They weren’t true in the slightest, Mireya had given up on getting Lucita to leave them alone but she could never quite bring herself to refuse the woman. It just made her even angrier at everything.

She shoved all her emotions down, knowing she had to focus on Fabian and Juliana for now. When it was dark she could go out and deal with her anger and other emotions, but right now, she had to make sure the two babies didn’t kill themselves until either her mum or dad came back from work.

It ended up being 10pm when her dad finally came back, the kids already in bed and fed. Mireya said hi, expecting the lack of reply that her dad gave her before she moved to the door to put her shoes on. As expected, her dad didn't mention anything and Mireya slipped out of the house and started walking, finally digging up the anger that had been building all day. She started running, her thoughts solely focused on how unfair everything was as she let her feet take her somewhere else.

As expected, she ended up somewhere she didn’t recognise, surrounded by run down shops and abandoned buildings. It was dark, and crumbling and down right creepy. She loved it. She wandered around the street, taking in the broken architecture and thinking of ways someone more artistically gifted than her could paint it. Perhaps they would try to use bright colours to make it seem more friendly, afraid of the connotations of darkness and ruin. Or maybe they would make it hazy, emphasizing the dark and dangerous atmosphere that surrounded the street.

However they painted it, Mireya was sure that it would look cool. These types of landscapes always took her fancy, the ruined buildings and abandoned houses looked almost gothic in their decay. It always interested her, the beauty of death. The way that even as they crumpled and rotted, flowers still managed to look pretty. Perhaps it was strange to think that way when blossoming flowers held so much more value, looked infinitely more vibrant, but thinking that she was strange was self centered and narcissistic. It was so much better to just say that she was goth and leave it at that.

Her philosophical thoughts were interrupted however, by a high pitched scream emanating from one of the abandoned buildings. She froze her lazy wandering and looked around for a sign of a struggle, finding nothing but empty pavement. She started running towards where she heard the scream and came upon an abandoned building covered in graffiti. Lines of various widths and colours encapsulated what looked to be an old corner shop, bubble writing standing out harshly against the dark brick and concrete of the 70’s architecture.

Mireya slowed her steps as she entered the building, seeing more signs of someone living there as well as muffled grunts. The graffiti only grew more frequent as she ventured inside, words in both English and what she assumed to be Russian covering the walls in stylistic lettering and pretty colours. She almost stopped to take in a masterpiece of a mural covering one of the walls when she remembered the scream and forced herself to the back of the building.

She looked at the door leading to what was probably a staff only room, seeing light under the door and a shadow moving about swiftly. Cautiously she reached for the handle, turning it impossibly slowly to avoid creaking, and pushed open the door. She stepped inside and looked around.

The first thing she noticed was a massive stack of various spray paints. Whoever lived here was probably the artists responsible for the colours infecting this decrepit landscape, and they were extremely good at it.

The second thing she noticed were the startling grey eyes staring directly into her own.

#David & Mireya #spidersona #oc fic #spiderman #fanfiction #child neglect #alcohol #tw drugs

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stickthisbig · 8 months

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Kinktober, day 13!

Look just accept that linear time has no meaning

Heartbeat! Featuring Zillah/Kasimir/Edvard and a more apocalyptic understanding of the finale of OitD.

Ultimately, they destroyed the world.

That was always in the offing; their goal was ultimately anarchic, the twin forces of magic and information unleashed through the whole of Geth. Anything could have happened. And it did.

Lilith made it back to Tycheros, eventually; she took Barnaby with her strictly because there was a hit squad after him. Nobody saw Eleanor after the first few days, but her name went down in history.

The rest of them left Volisport, which is half-abandoned now. When the magic crept into the Deathlands, parts of it became green again, and that's where they went. Zillah's good at hunting and defense; Kasimir's good at trading; Edvard's the magician, a thing that it turns out you need one of per household after what went down. Life's not as good as before, because how could it be.

It's so much better.

Kasimir lays in the middle of their bed; since the regeneration spell, moving around has gotten so much easier, and he's been putting that to use for the better part of an hour. Edvard is curled up around him, resting his head on Kasimir's chest. Zillah's not as much of a cuddler, but she's laying next to them, her hand in Kasimir's.

Kasimir glances down and realizes that Edvard is mouthing something. "Oi," he says, prodding Edvard's arm, because typically that's wizard shit.

"Yes?" Edvard says.

"What are you doing?" Kasimir says.

"Me?" Edvard says.

"Yeah," Kasimir says. "You were muttering."

"Oh," Edvard says. "Yes, I imagine I was."

Kasimir looks at Zillah, who shrugs.

"I was counting your pulse," Edvard says. "Odd little habit I picked up somewhere."

"Huh," Kasimir says. "You find anything out?"

"Oh, not really," Edvard says. He still sounds dreamy and pleased. "I was just thinking about how odd it is."

"Something's odd with my heart?" Kasimir says, alarmed.

"No," Edvard says. "It's odd that it hasn't changed a whit, no matter what's happened."

"Maybe so," Kasimir says.

"I don't think that's odd," Zillah says, rolling towards the two of them. "Look around. If it changed, it would only be because it got stronger."

"You might have a point," Kasimir says. He's at a weird angle to put his anything on Zillah's chest, so he puts his hand around her wrist.

"Find anything interesting?" Zillah says.

"Don't know how to break it to you, but you might be dead," Kasimir says. "On the other hand, I never did learn how to get a pulse from somebody's wrist."

"Me neither," Zillah says. "I guess I'd have to put my hand on Edvard's throat."

Edvard lifts his head, intrigued. "Would you? I thought it was thrilling the last time."

Kasimir laughs. At a moment like this, it's easy enough to think that nothing could possibly be wrong at all. Everything is pointing to the idea that that's the truth, and in this new world, maybe Kasimir is ready for that.

There's nothing but time to make sure.

#kinktober 2023 #s does kinktober

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Because I’m thinking about it now I want to ask people: what not-your-first-language words or phrases have you incorporated into your everyday speech? I don’t mean like loanwords, actual words or phrases that aren’t your first language.

Here’s some of mine!

Perdona: Italian, pardon/excuse me. This was incorporated into my personal lexicon after a period of being obsessed with this song. Now I will often say “perdona” instead of “excuse me”

Bienvenue: French, welcome (though for some reason my brain thinks of it as “good evening”). I cannot tell you how obsessed I was with Cabaret as a child. My mother would play the soundtrack all the time and I loved it. Did I realize I was singing about strip clubs and the rise of fascism in Germany? lol nope. But the greeting in this song, “Willkommen, bienvenue, welcome!” always stuck in my head. Willkomen was harder to understand and pronounce as a small American child (or maybe I thought it was just “welcome in”), so I guess “bienvenue” is the one that stuck. (Tangent, even though it is written for, ahem, like-minded characters, I am very upset that right-wingers lay claim to “Tomorrow Belongs To Me” because I always thought it sounded pretty.)

Mon ami: French, my friend. There are many things I could blame for this, but I’m gonna blame the Hetalia fandom. Hamilton brought it back into my vocal dictionary.

No me gusta: Spanish, I don’t like that. Double pronged, I took Spanish in school also while this was a meme. Everyone in my school said this so I just kinda picked it up and it never left.

¿Por qué?: Spanish, why? Again mostly because I took Spanish in school and for some reason it sounds nice to me.

Nani? (何?) : Japanese, what? Another double pronged one, I’ve been passively learning Japanese for ages, and “nani?” has become sort of a meme. I specifically often say “nani the fuck?” when I’m startled or perplexed.

Ee to... (ええと...) and Ano... (あの...): Japanese, um/vague thinking noise. I sometimes find myself mumbling this while thinking. I watched too much anime. I specifically blame Yu-Gi-Oh! for this because Yugi did this a lot if I remember right. Very uncertain boi.

Gomen ne (御免ねー): Japanese, sorry. Weeb + apologetic = saying this too much. Especially saying “gomennasai” ( 御免なさい ) is more formal and also felt more...cringey somehow. Probably didn’t help that there was a song called Gomennasai that was in English and kinda cringe.

Ne (ねー): Japanese, vague and varied but similar to “hey” or “right?”. I kinda say this long and drawn out. I blame Izaya from Durarara!! for this habit.

*rubs fist on chest in circular motion*: ASL, sorry. My mom taught me and the kids she watched basic ASL so the little ones could communicate when they weren’t good for talking at the moment. I am a very apologetic person and it’s actually become a nervous habit now to rub my chest when I feel bad.

*move flat hand from touching chin outward/downward*: ASL, thank you. I use this one a lot when I’m nonverbal. Simple and I’m grateful people put up with me.

Mum: Just the non-American English pronunciation of mom. I (unfortunately) grew up reading and watching Harry Potter. And had a Doctor Who phase. And adore Good Omens. I kept hearing and reading the word pronounced that way and eventually it just stuck.

I will add more as I remember them, but tell me yours! I want to know your weird language things!

#my rambles #language #English #French #Spanish #Japanese #Italian #ASL

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[cinnamon's diary, may 26th]: slow down, you crazy child

I was cooking lunch with my mother today. It's been a while since we last were in the same kitchen cooking the same meal together. I love cooking with her. The kitchen has always been my favorite place of the house, any house. Any apartment I walk in, the kitchen room or kitchen space is my favorite spot to be. Cooking with my mother is like going to therapy. A lot of stuff can happen in a kitchen, a lot of secrets and fears can be confessed while handing out ingredients or stirring or slicing or tasting. And as I was making scrambled eggs, I kind of stirred the thing too energetically and I spilled it a little bit on the counter. And I panicked. And I obsessively looked around for a napkin so that I could clean. And then she stopped me and she made me look around, the whole kitchen was actually a mess. There were traces of the food we had just cooked and there were ingredients for our next meals already laying out on the counter itself. And she said, "Leave it, honey. Everything has its own time and timing. And it's time to make a mess now. The time for cleaning will come later"

And it made me think. And it made me realize what's the reason behind my recent anxiety and uneasiness. Ever since I crashed with the other girls, I've felt a lump in my throat and a weight on my chest. Everyone has their own bedroom. Beside that, there are four communal spaces— the kitchen, the tv room, the leisure/living room, the laundry room. No one ever goes to the tv room or the leisure room, which immediately made me notice that they are all too focused on doing chores and completing tasks rather than enjoying themselves and just chilling or having fun. But today my mother made me realize that the other girls view the concept of mess as something bad, wrong, unacceptable. And they view idleness as something just as bad. Even in the common rooms, they never make a mess. They'd rather eat unhealthy food if it's already prepared/cooked than eating healthy food that requires making a mess to prepare it. Every time I cook and someone's in the kitchen, I'm looked at as a weirdo, a dirty human being. I mean, it's kinda normal if I spill water when washing the tomatoes I bought from the local farmer. And it's inevitable that I make a mess when I dice them. I will never buy salads in plastic packaging that you just need to peel off and get a fork and here you have your lunch. They're tasteless. They're unhealthy. Yeah, you won't make a mess in just peeling some plastic off and getting a fork. But why are you looking at me that weirdly when I do make a mess? It's not like I'm not cleaning up right away!

They're all just weirded out at the concept of making a mess. Which is a concept I've always embraced. I mean, I grew up in a messy household! I grew up having my hands constantly dirty. I grew up being fed the message that the messier, the funnier. The messier, the more enjoyable. I grew up being taught discipline, too. I grew up being told and being taught that I can make all the mess I want, but what I stain, I clean. And someone's gonna be around soon, I clean it right away, otherwise it'll be disrespectful to them. That's how I was raised. So it's totally normal that I'm experiencing such a weight sitting on my chest when I'm being meticulously watched and I have my every move studied just to judge me because I made a mess. Life's about making a mess. Life ain't about perfection. You wanna eat your unhealthy, no-mess-required food? Go ahead. But don't judge me for choosing to prepare my food myself and for making a mess in doing so. I'm leaving the place cleaner than you found it. Turn the other way and eat your stupid salad. Don't make me embrace your lifestyle. Let me be loud and dirty in my habits. I won't take up any other habits. That's who I am. And since I'm not being disrespectful, I have every right to be me and enjoy being me. And I'm thankful to my mom for never raising me on "the faster, the better". I'm thankful that my first caregiver never gave me any idea about doing things besides that the only purpose of doing things is having fun and doing them with love. I'm thankful I was never taught I need to be productive in whatever I do. I'm glad I was never taught that the mess is unworthiness. So I will embrace it for a while longer.

I love the fact that it takes me more than an hour to cook a meal, eat it, and clean the mess I made while cooking and eating it. I actually need those "extra" minutes. They give me time to rewind my day in my mind. They give me time to notice the morning sunlight creeping through the curtains and traveling across the kitchen. They give me the time to feel in my mouth the taste of what I eat, which –for a recovering bulimic– is very important, and to smell the perfume of food. I love stirring food— it's a mechanical gesture that calms me down, like repeating a mantra while meditating. I love watching rice become more transparent as it is boiled. I love watching how everything changes. I love witnessing it. Why should I abandon this? It's not just cooking to feed my body, it's a whole ritual beside that. And if people are not okay with it, again, since I'm not being disrespectful, that's their problem. Thanks mom for making me see that. Byebyebye cantwaittomovetomyplaceintwomonthssssss

#cinnamon diary #words from yesterday

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nebula-drcams · 5 months

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@secr3trings asked: “It’s lonely without you in the bed , Can I sleep with you tonight?” // haha you're not safe from me. I combined two .. for the funsies :D ! Veneer for Nimue —

Sharing a Bed Sentence Starters || Accepting

She really has grown used to this, not that it was exactly a bad thing for either of them, but it was certainly starting to become a habit. Stepping aside to let him into her room, she closes the door behind him. This wasn't the first time he's been in here and it probably won't be the last either, at least she's not embarrassed by the idea anymore, mostly due to her.. ' odd ' way of decorating, including her small collection of plushies.

" You know, if we keep this up your sister's going to suggest something weird like I dunno, us both sharing a room. "

She's not really sure how she feels about that concept honestly, it hadn't really crossed her mind until more recently but she hasn't made the effort to think about it. Maybe she would eventually, when the time actually does come to consider something like that, or when it's practically placed right in front of her at the last minute.

" At some point I'm gonna end up half expecting you to just show up in my room unannounced. " Though she knows he probably wouldn't do that, or she could be wrong. " Still.. I'm glad you said something, else I might've... nights are easier to sleep through with you, I feel safe, like nothing's going to happen. I know it sounds weird but.. just.. trust me on that. It's not really something I want to talk about, even if it is just a dream. "

She sits down on the edge of the bed, soon reaching out to pull him to sit down with her, or lay down really, probably the latter as it allows her to instantly practically cling to him. A small part of her wonders how he even became as important as he is to her, and she doesn't ever feel like she can show it enough, show how much she appreciates him and small things like this.

How much she appreciates just being loved.

There's a muffled sigh as she soon buries her head against his chest, frustrated mostly with herself that she can't seem to do enough, to be enough, at least she thinks so. She could just ask, but it's.. difficult. Difficult to put into words. Trying to search for some way to organize her thoughts and put them together in a way to say things properly, she slowly lets go, sitting up next to him for a moment.

" ..I hope.. I'm enough for you. I hope I do enough. I feel like there's more I can do, or something. I meant it when I said you mean the world to me but I wonder if it even really seems like that to you. It's hard to explain what I mean honestly. "

There's silence for a moment before she lays back down next to him, wondering if all she's done is just make things confusing. Maybe it's best to not talk about this. She's not really entirely sure right now.

" ..Sorry. This stuff.. being loved by someone like this, it's.. a bit foreign to me. I.. always thought I'd just be alone, I know I haven't told you, I figured it's not something you wanted to know about, but a lot of.. negative has been ingrained in me. Being with you.. it's pushed some of that out, but I still have my doubts, my fears. Losing you is one of them. But we don't have to talk about this. Just.. if there's anything that I can do, tell me. Please. "

#hi fink im on my bullshit again #THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE SHORT #BUT NOOOOOOOOO NIMUE HAD ~FEELINGS~ }}#secr3trings #★ ►𝓐𝓼 𝔀𝓮 𝓵𝓲𝓿𝓮 𝓸𝓷 𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓼𝓬𝓪𝓻𝓼 𝓲𝓷𝓬𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓮◄ ⌠Nimue Umiko ⌡#★► 𝓝𝓸𝔀 𝓘 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻𝔂𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰'𝓼 𝓫𝓮𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝔂𝓸𝓾 ◄⌠ Nimue & Veneer ⌡#★ ►𝓥; 𝓘 𝓭𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓭 𝓲𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓵𝓭 𝓼𝓹𝓲𝓷𝓼 𝓯𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻 ◄ ⌠ Trolls ⌡#{{ one day fink will reply to one of these /lh }#★ ► ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇꜱ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏꜱᴍᴏꜱ ◄ ⌠ In Character ⌡#★ ► ʟᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴀʀꜱ ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ♥◄ ⌠ Ask Answered ⌡

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stay for the night (i'll sell you a dream): ch 22

Losing Sight of Reality

AO3

It’s been two weeks since Jinx last saw either Claggor or Ekko. They haven’t been around The Last Drop, and every time Jinx broke into the store (because it was closed, weird), it was empty. She hasn’t seen Claggor’s signature goggles peeking above the crowd (he’s so tall, his silhouette is distinct enough to notice it in moments), or Ekko’s white hair in the crowds of browns and grays. It’s almost like they died disappeared.

At least Mylo can still be found around. He drifts around, he’s been doing that lately. Drifting through jobs one by one, always finding his way back to The Last Drop. A hairdresser for a month, pottery the next, and finding his way back to working the late hours at The Last Drop.

Jinx flips down from where she’s been laying in the rafters, landing in a squat on the countertop. Mylo yelps, falling backwards and onto the floor.

“Jinx!” He groans, standing up slowly. “Give a guy some warning next time?”

Jinx giggles, pink eyes gleaming as they watch him stretch the aches away. “Nope!” She grins as her legs move from under her to dangle over the counter. “There’s no fun in that.”

Mylo groans again, rubbing his face. “You just here to say hi, or do you want something?”

She pretends to think, taking a deep breath. “Something to drink and my hair needs done. It’s getting annoying.”

He’s already getting out the cup she claimed as hers so many years ago. “It wouldn’t be annoying if you didn’t have it be so insanely long.”

“Hey! I take pride in my abnormally long hair!” She pouts as Mylo hands her a cup with a straw. “It’s a gender thing.”

“Ew, get it away.” He says dryly. “I don’t want to get infected.”

Jinx giggles, curling up around the cup and taking a sip. It’s sweet. She likes it.

“I can’t do anything to your hair if you don’t turn around.” Mylo’s voice keeps her in reality, and she turns around so her back is facing him. “Braids?”

She nods, and feels Mylo start to divide her hair. It’s soothing, and she closes her eyes as Mylo works his magic.

“Could you braid my hair again? The two big ones? I liked it when it was the two big ones.”

Mylo finishes the first braid, gently tossing it over Jinx’s shoulder. “Penny for your thoughts?”

“Anything on your mind?”

“You’d be wasting your money.” Jinx whispers. “Nothin’ goin’ on up here.”

“If you say so.” Mylo shrugs, and he starts on the second braid.

“I’m leaving soon.”

There’s a sound next to her ear, and she holds back a flinch. There’s nothing there, it’s just her and Mylo. Her and Viktor Mylo . . .

“To Piltover.”

Focus on the feeling of Mylo doing her hair. Focus on the small tugs on her scalp, the movement of her hair. The soft mutterings that Mylo makes as he works, a habit picked up from Vander after he started learning how to work the bar.

She takes a silent breath, but she’s almost positive that Mylo saw the small movement of her shoulders. She’s safe, she’s home. Everything’s gonna be okay.

There’s a soft tug on her hair, and how long has she been floating around inside her head? Mylo’s done, and she looks at him with a smile.

“Let’s get you to bed.” He whispers, jumping over the bartop and offering an arm for her to lean on.

Jinx slips down and leans into Mylo’s side. Her arm curls around his shoulders, wiry and lean, and lets him guide her to the bedroom she’s grown up in. She falls into the worn blankets, wrapping them around her.

“See you in the morning?” She whispers, feeling sleep slowly crawl up her skull. She doesn’t hear any response.

He’s gone. He’s not here, he's gone. He’s been gone for so many weeks, so many months. She’s desperately scoured every hidden corner of Zaun to see him. He’s gone. He’s here he left her.

Vi’s back, though. Back after a particularly long job, and she’s smiling. She holds Jinx tightly, her body made of muscle and strength. She lets Jinx cry into her chest, lets Jinx curl up close at night, determined to see her in the morning. Vi lets Jinx do a lot of things.

She’ll leave you too

Jinx jerks awake, heart thudding in their chest. Everything is wrong, her skin itches. They slip on the sweater Jayce let them take, and spends the day curled up in Silco’s office. Vi is worried, they know that, but how do they start to explain it? How do they explain something so intrinsic to them that Silco and Viktor just get because it's a part of them too?

There’s a flicker next to them, and they turn to see what looks like Claggor, only he’s all drawn wrong and his eyes are scribbled over.

Can you trust them? His voice whispers over and over in their ear, but he’s too far away to be doing that.

They blink, he’s next to them.

How do you know they won’t leave?

This isn’t Claggor, Claggor’s disappeared. He hasn’t been found anywhere, but neither has his body so he’s not dead, he can’t be dead.

How do you know?

“You’re alive.” They whisper. “You have to be.”

A hand touches theirs, and they jump to see Silco kneeling in front of them. He looks worried, and he carefully reaches his hand out again. His fingers close around their palm, and squeezes gently.

“Are you okay dearheart?” He asks, his eyes moving over them. “You’re trembling.”

They shrug, squeezing back. “‘S fine.” Did he hear what they said?

He doesn’t believe them, they know that. They can see it on his face. Instead of calling them out on it immediately, he takes their other hand and holds both up to his head as it bows down slightly.

“You’re worrying over the boys, aren’t you?” His voice is soft and comforting. “I worry about them too.”

Jinx curls up closer, but Silco refuses to let go of their hands. “Jinx, I don’t know where they are, but I can promise you that they’re taking care of each other. That’s all we can hope for.”

He looks at them, his infected eye particularly bright. “I am here for you, Jinx. And I know Vi and Vander are as well. You can always come to us for anything.”

Jinx nods, and Silco lets go of their hands to wrap them into a hug instead. “We love you, we all do.”

They ignore the whispering that tries to tell them otherwise.

“Where're you going?” Jinx asks as Vi shoves things into her bag.

“Out on a job.” She picks up her brass knuckles, looks them over, and shoves them in too.

“But you just got back?”

Vi looks at Jinx, smiles, and ruffles the top of her head. “I know, but this is important. I need to do this.”

I told you so

Jinx holds Vi close, listening to her heartbeat. She’s here, she’s alive. This is real. Vi’s real.

Vi steps back, and Jinx wants to hold out her hand, beg her to stay. Vi looks back before she leaves the bedroom, and smiles at Jinx. “I’ll see you when I’m done, yeah?”

She’s leaving you

“You’re not Mylo.” Jinx whispers, and she feels something touch her shoulder.

You don’t know that.

“Leave me alone!” She screams, whipping around. Her pink eyes darting around the room frantically. “She’ll come back. You’re not real.”

What are we if we’re not?

The scratched and scribbled version of Claggor looks at her.

What are we?

It’s been months. Where is she?

It’s late, she knows that, but everything is too quiet. Maybe Vander could talk to her, or if he’s busy go up to Silco’s office and let the sound of pens against paper fill the silence.

“You need to calm down.” Vander’s voice comes from the bar, and Jinx pauses before turning the corner. The bar is closed, who could be here?

“How the fuck am I supposed to do that?” A familiar cadence, a familiar accent. Viktor. “They’d rather we sit here and die while the technology to help us is so close to being ready! The Atlas Gauntlets are almost perfect, Jayce just needs to work out some of the inner machinations but that won’t take too long, and the Hex Claw needs a few kinks worked out but it’s almost ready.” He groans and there’s a light thud sound. “I’m just, so mad, all of the time.”

There’s the sound of something shifting around. “Viktor, if you need to let out some of that anger, the arcade is always open to you.”

“I don’t think I’ll be able to come back down.” Jinx’s heart stops. “I’m going to die in Piltover.”

Static fills her ears. What does that mean? Are they forcibly keeping them there? Why doesn’t Jayce do something? Maybe they’re threatening him too? What if he’s in on it? No, he’s too nice to be able to do that. Plus, Viktor trusts him. He can’t be evil.

“It feels like they’re trying to kill me.”

She looks behind her, Mylo and Claggor are grinning.

She wakes up and sees Viktor reading something on the couch. She rubs her eyes and stretches, blinking rapidly before looking back at the couch. He’s still there, and his body is made of imperfect but complete lines, and various details that could only be him. Ink stains on his fingers, the way his hair curls in certain places where he plays with it, the way part of his lip is stuck between his teeth as he reads.

“Viktor.” Jinx says out loud, and his eyes move from the book to meet hers, and he smiles.

“Hey there birdie.” He whispers, putting the book down. “It’s been too long.”

She must have blinked too long because suddenly she’s hugging him. He’s cold (he’s always so cold), but when he pulls her closer she feels impossibly warm. She missed him. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too.” His fingers are cold on her shoulder, on her neck. “You got new tattoos.”

“Just more of the last ones I got.” Her voice is muffled in the fabric of his shirt. “I liked the way they looked.”

Viktor hums, his hands tracing over her braids. She hasn’t taken them out since Mylo put them in. She misses Mylo.

I’m right here. Didn’t think you’d forget me so soon.

“Jinx, I’m sorry.”

She moves backwards, and when she looks at Viktor’s face, it’s mournful. “What?”

“I’m apologizing now because I might not be able to later.” His hand runs through his hair, tugging at it. “I’m most likely not going to be able to come back down here.”

“What?” Jinx asks again, voice cracking. “What do you mean not coming back?”

“My leg isn’t getting any better, birdie, and the more I use it the worse it gets.” His free hand gently touches the brace she made for him. “If I had my way, I’d stay here, believe me, but I can’t only think about what I want anymore.”

She feels sick. “Are you replacing me? Us?”

Viktor’s face morphs into a mix of panic and sadness and anger. “No, I’d never do that!” He says. “I could never replace any of you.” His eyes soften slightly. “I just have someone else to consider, as well as thinking about what I want to make of the future.”

“What about your happiness?” She spits. “You’d be miserable.”

“I’d never be truly happy if I stayed here, or if I stayed topside.” Fear drips down Jinx’s throat, drip, drip, drip. “But unfortunately I don’t have the ability to move between both of them, so instead I’m placing my happiness in the hands of someone who does have those capabilities.”

Jayce. Why Jayce and not her, or Vander, or Silco? He said he’d never let a partner get in between any of them, why is it happening now?

His cold hands touch her wrists. “Jinx, I love all of you, I trust all of you, but I have been infinitely more honest with Jayce than I have with anyone else, and vice versa. It has nothing to do with the fact that he’s my partner and that I love him.”

He loves Jayce? He’s never said that he’s loved anyone not in the family.

“It’s because, as my friend and as my work partner, I trust him to be able to help me balance my happiness with my health, and he already has.” Viktor sighs, almost like he read her mind. “I’m sorry for doing this again.”

Jinx moves close enough to lean her head against his chest, and cries.

What are you planning?

Jinx snarls at Claggor. “I’m going to make them pay for hurting him, for forcing him to choose.”

You just want him to stay here.

She doesn’t respond to that, instead taking out her special markers. She’ll show them. She’ll show them all.

#stay for the night (ill sell you a dream)#jinx #jinx arcane #silco #silco arcane #mylo #viktor #viktor arcane #arcane #arcane league of legends

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