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enemymarkus · 2 years

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The Glade

By: EnemyMarkus

Parings: Gally, newt, thomas, frypan, zart, winston, chuck, minho and others x FEM!reader (Platonic with a capital P) (sister/brother relationship with the boys)

Warnings: fighting, death?, angst, fluff, crying, getting captured by WICKED, terasa being a traitor, almost dying, swearing, minho and (name) being the sassy bestfriends

summary: You were the second girl to come up in the maze. And when the maze runner boys saw your scared face they vowed to protect you, even if that means sacrificing themselves

( you came after terasa)

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I do not give permission for people to steal my work or translate it without my consent!

bold is gally and italics are others

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GLADE |1|

”THE BOX IS COMING UP” some glader said, everybody went over and waited until it came up. Alby, Newt and gally were in the front to get the greenie out and the supplies. The box came out and there was another girl “another one??” one of the gladers said. I dropped down into the box and started coming near the girl, once in his life he felt a bit guilty. He saw the girl's scared face and tears in her eyes. I never felt like that before, I was thinking about coming at a softer approach because it seemed like you were in a rough state at the moment. “hi there greenie” I said while squatting down, “where am i, who are you, what happened??” the girl said in a very face pace, “calm down greenie, you're in the glade '' I said while stretching My arm out for her to grab.

“Another girl, bloody hell “ newt said while looking down, he saw her scared look and he never saw that on a girl's face before, because terasa was asleep when she came up. He felt sorry that the girl was being approached by gally because he is ruthless with new greenies, even kinda with terasa. The only person who likes terasa here is thomas but he is out in the maze with minho and teresa is in her bed feeling “sick” even though i saw her running with thomas this morning. I felt sympathy for the girl in the box. She looks like a kicked puppy, eyes staring up at gally scared and confused. I wanted to be down there instead of gally because I know how mean he is to new greenies.

We saw Minho and Thomas coming out of the maze running towards us, the greenie is out of the box and is taking the tour with alby. I still don't like Thomas that much. He doesn't listen and just lets his girlfriend have a day off whenever she wants because thomas is now “incharge” god i hate him with my whole gut. I notice how the girl has nice y/c/h and those pretty y/e/c eyes. I felt this weird need to protect her from all bad things (thomas). It felt like i knew her forever in those home-like eyes, and i knew to never let anything happen to her here.

We saw alby with a new greenie, i was surprised because the only girl i know is terasa because she's my girlfriend, but this greenie looked different, she looked calm and not angry and threatening people with rocks like terasa she looked understanding, and a good person to talk to when you had a rough day. Not like Terasa, isn't it just all she talks about is herself and how much she wishes for me to get her out of here. Me and minho are trying to get everyone out of here but we have had a delay, Somehow there was a griever tangled in the vines and it wouldn’t lets us go through that part of the maze, minho said that we should get some weapons and kill it tomorrow so we can get through. I saw that gally was looking at her, god why is he such a dickhead sometimes? Its getting annoying how he scolds everybody like he's the boss, he even said that my girlfriend was fake being sick just to get out of work but i didn’t believe it. Terasa wouldn’t do that…

Right?

I had gotten out of the box and was introduced to alby, he seems nice but tough. I've met gally alby and newt, alby is taking me on a tour and telling me about the rules in the glade. I still felt scared because I can't remember anything. I can’t even remember my own name but alby said that it is normal, that i will remember it in 2-3 days. He told me about the job offers and other stuff, i felt being a gardener would be a good job for me with Newt and Zart? I think that's his name. Alby told me that he will introduce me to the others and that we are having a bonfire tonight. He also warned me about terasa saying that she can get angry when somebody goes near thomas her boyfriend, i told him it's fine because i don't even know who the other people are except for gally alby and newt.

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this is part one to my seires “GLADE” i hope that you will like it <3 if you want to request something please copy and paste the link in my bio, or text me her in the comments or on instagram @enemymarkus

I hope you have a good night/afternoon/day xx

#the glade #the maze runner #terasa #thomas #gally #newt #minho #winston #the maze runner 2014 #Gally x reader #thomas x reader #alby x reader #newt x reader #zart x reader #fypp

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bunny-rambles · 2 years

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The void will happily talk back if you use chicken. I know from experience with my brother's adorable baby void named Nessie.

(I saw in the tags how you wanted the void to talk back and this was the first thing I thought of. I've heard getting a pet can help alot with depression and anxiety so if it's financially possible and you have the space maybe consider it? Might still be a bad time though so pictures will have to do for now.)

Meet Nessie: My brother adopted her when she was a kitten and she used to be so smol and adorable I had to sit outside with her next to the stairway because I was worried she'd slip between the bars and fall through. While my brother was preparing to move out he had to leave a few times for about a week or so, in which case I was in charge of feeding her. As a result, I'd have her following me for most of the day, cuddling and demanding attention: only for her to abandon me at the first chance to run over to her food bowl. Even when I was in the middle of preparing her food aka holding the can of wet food and bringing it downstairs she would follow me, brushing against my legs so it was hard for me to walk, especially as I was going up and down the stairs.

There were a few times where she would come into my room and fall asleep on me, specifically my chest and her head would be pressing against my mouth which made it gard to breath. Not to mention she was getting a bit chonky at the time which didn't help things.

Idk if it's a good or bad thing but she was incredibly quiet even as a kitten. Whenever she did meow it always sounded like the world's most politest complaint made in the body of an incredibly sweet and affectionate fur baby. She never screamed though and only ever purred or trilled, sometimes with the occasional chirp if you picked her up suddenly.

My brother bought the sweater a looong time ago. Turns out it was in preparation for this inevitable moment. I'd also use it to punish her whenever she stressed out our family cat Pingpong to the point of violent screaming. (Poor pingpongs too old for this shit while Nessies just a baby who wants to play)

She used to be smol...it was adorable.

She also would jump onto the dinner table specifically when we were eating. Thanksgiving dinner was an interesting experience that year.

And here she is on our piano. Shame both my brother and I stopped playing a while ago, I'm sure she would've enjoyed listening to our songs.

No better way to make a day better than eith some cats! Noticed you haven't been doing well lately so I thought why not. Although I am stuck in bed dying from covid, not literally just miserable from some of the symptoms, I have plenty of time on my hands and 10x the cat pictures so if you want to hear more or just want to chat and have someone listen, I'm all ears! The cats say hi too.

You truly are sweet, cat 💞 I think I know why you’ve named yourself that now :,)

I do have a pet, a dog - he’s very sweet but he’s mischievous, and because of mental health reasons, he tires me out with his energy. Doesn’t mean I don’t love him though, I do occasionally go downstairs to cuddle him if I’m feeling extra miserable. (because he’s not allowed upstairs in case he puts something dangerous in his mouth - he’s not exactly the best behaved, but that’s kind of on us. Not vicious or even bad, just a little shit at times. If we can’t get him to drop something though, I fear more for his safety than getting my stuff wrecked) I’ll most likely do that in the morning though because he’s probably fast asleep <3

But I used to have a cat too, I prefer cats to dogs but I’m not getting another pet until my dog passes. When we got him as a puppy, I think it stressed my cat out and made her jealous. I’m not going through that again with my dog, it just ends badly. But, seeing your kitties did make me smile (and cry a little because I miss my own. I don’t usually cry about it but it’s just;;; been a very bad night) and I’m sure they’re very well loved by you.

Give them head pats from me. I never saw my cat as a kitten, so it’s interesting to hear what Nessie was like as one. (And oooh such a cute name, and ping pong too! Very very cute)

The sweater of shame OTL my cat used to have this fluffy collar on at Christmas and she HATED it. She did the exact thing Nessie did, just flopped over completely defeated. Can’t lie though, it was pretty funny. If you have any more pictures of her, feel free to share them, just apologies on delayed replies. (But unfortunately, you know that by now :/ sorry)

I had to reply to this one though, just because I wasn’t expecting anyone to even care about reading anything like that I posted. I hate myself for being so open sometimes, but where else can I go? This account is my safe haven. But I don’t want to disappoint anyone with my emotional ramblings of my problems. Sigh. But anyway, thank you. Very much. 💞💞

(Sorry if anything sounds weird or nonsensical I’m half asleep)

(Oh, and please rest up, I hope you’re feeling better soon dear 💞)

#bun speaks #🐈‍⬛ anon #fitting emoji now #nessie anon hehe #i love her she’s very precious #pingpong too #sweet babies #thank you

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proserpina-magnus · 3 years

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Hiiiiii could I request a Marauders x reader… platonic. Where they are just coaxing her through a bad day/migraine?

Hii! there isn't that much comforting other then them being clingy and sorta protective, but I still hope you like!!

The Marauders When You Have A Migraine

Word count; 1.8k

[ Warning: fem reader, doodles, eating, migraines/description of headaches, swearing, Sirius refers to you as “their baby” ]

Quick note, there’s a scene where the boys draw on the reader with a marker. I didn’t specify what colour the marker was, so depending on your skin colour you can interrupt the colour as you wish.

You slumped at the Gryffindor dining table, hair matted in a low messy hairstyle. You didn't even try and brush it out, you woke up and left it how it was. You couldn't even bring yourself to dress in new fresh clothing, you wore what you slept in.

Eyeing the breakfast options, you felt a pain tingle through your head. The nerves bunching and squeezing together to make it unbearable to concentrate.

" [ name ]! We have class in 15 minutes and you're not even dressed!" James bellowed from across the table, you pushed your shoes against the floor and slumped. Remus gave a confused look, his eyes narrowing as he glanced between Peter and Sirius.

"Come on, we have time to get some food in 'ya," Sirius declared, pushing toast onto your plate. The curly raven haired male even buttered your toast just the way you liked, even filling your glass with fresh squeezed orange juice.

"How 'ya feel-in?" Peter pronounced through mouthfuls of food, James swatting the blonds head in retaliation. "Wormy, don't speak with your mouth full,"

Sirius cackled from beside you, Peter stomped his foot onto Sirius in response. Sirius made a dramatic scene, falling towards the cold stone floor as he held his foot with forced shaky breaths. "My foot! My foot! I've been assaulted!" He whined, rolling from side to side.

Remus lets out a loud sigh from beside you, your head buzzing from the noise of ongoing chatter. You could hear James laugh loudly, like he always does. Usually his laugh was contagious, but it was incredibly annoying at the moment. Along with snickers and loud whines, you gripped your cup and brought it to your lips. Peter swallowed, reaching for another pancake as he watched you take long sips.

" ya never answered my question," Peter rambled before taking a gracious bite. You shrugged, Sirius sliding back into his seat. The boys all looked towards you, your fork picking at the blueberries Sirius pushed onto your plate moments prior.

"Another headache?" James asked, cleaning his pants from crumbs as he pushed his finished plate aside. You nodded briefly, a plain expression adorned on your features. Another hot buzz dangled in your mind, your forehead throbbing along with it.

"Maybe we should take you to madam Pomfry, you shouldn't be getting them this often," Remus responded. Sirius made a pouting face, before he took you into his arms.

"Our baby is hurt!" Sirius exaggerated loudly, causing staring eyes to look towards the group of friends. You flushed a bit, embarrassed by Sirius nature. You pushed him away, going back to picking at your food.

"I ain't nobody's baby," you said while pushing Sirius further away, James and Peter sniggered as Sirius made puppy dog eyes. You rolled your eyes, a bit grumpy from the constant throbbing.

"Bloody hell, it fucking hurts. It's not even bad, it's just the constant throbbing is pissing me off," you complained, shoving the piece of toast in your mouth. You watched as students finished eating, occasionally leaving for their first class of the day.

The boys all exchanged looks, Remus placing a hand on your back to give it a gentle rub. You push your plate back, your arms coming on the table as you rest in them.

As more students leave, professor Mcgonagall makes her way over to your rambunctious group. She softens at the scene, seeing the four boys rub your shoulder or arms to try and give their sympathy.

You sigh as you hear her shoes click with the ground, professor Mcgonagall stands a few inches away from you all. She clears her throat, all eyes directing towards her except for you.

"Class is about to start... is there a problem with miss [ last name ]?" The older woman asked, trying to mask her worry. Remus had explained earlier to her that you had been having numerous migraines.

"She's having another headache Minnie, our baby is dying!" Sirius exclaimed, Remus reaching over to swat him away from you with an annoyed look plastered on his face. Even though you couldn't see Sirius, you laughed as you thought about his whining face.

Professor Mcgonagall clasped her tongue, about to tell off Sirius for the nickname he'd given her. But instead, she placed her attention on you.

"I'll take her to the infirmary, surely madam Pomfrey has a potion to help," she explained, the boys all standing together in the same motion. You still kept your head pressed into your forehead.

"Can we go with her?" James whispered, hoping that they could be with you. They all hated when you were in pain, it felt like they had to protect you. You were their bestfriend, they surely couldn't let a thing ever bug you unless it was them.

"I'm sorry Potter, but you have class," Professor McGonagall frowned, the boys were about to protest to stay with you. But Minnie quickly shut them down, her hand raising as all the boys shut their jaws closed.

"It's alright, I'll see you later," you told them, raising with a throb as you walked with them all towards the doors. You parted way painfully, Sirius almost crying as he clung onto your leg. The rest of the boys watched, even James tearing up. He took his round spectacles off, dabbing his eyes with a spare cloth he had in his pocket.

"You can't be serious," you retorted at them, an annoyed look on your face as Minnie checked her watch with frowned eyes.

"Well... technically," Sirius began, but he couldn't finish his sentence as you kicked him off of you. You were upset, tired, and in pain. As much as you loved them, they were too much sometimes.

"Just go, I'll see you later," you tried to cover up your annoyed state, but the boys picked up on it. Sirius straightened up, fixing his shirt as they left with their heads down casted towards the ground.

"Idiots they are," you told Professor McGonagall, she only laughed and led you towards the infirmary.

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After a few missed classes, it was finally lunch. All the boys scrambled to the dining hall, shoving foods on plates. They ignored the stares, jogging up to the infirmary where you slept.

With the creak of the door, Sirius and James peaked inside. They saw no one, only a lump on the farthest bed. They all skipped over to you with slow whispers, trying to make sure you won’t wake up. Sirius pushed the blanket of your face, all of them relieved to see you still asleep.

“Prongs, do you have a spare marker on you?” Sirius asked, a growing smirk on his face. James put down the plate on a nearby table, fishing through his pockets to try and find a marker.

“Pads, no,” Remus said sternly, knowing what the raven haired male would do. Peter looked between the three boys, a bit unsure of what Sirius was going to do. The blonde boy put his plate near James, picking up half a sandwich as he sat near your feet.

“Pads yes,” Sirius smiled widely, James passing him the thick inked marker. Remus rolled his eyes, not stopping Sirius from his antics. Sirius crawled on the bed, an evil smile on his features as he unclasped the marker. He wrote “baby” with big thick letters on your forehead, giggling when you twitched and tried to swat his hand away in your sleeping state.

“Give me the marker,” James whispers, not waiting for Sirius to pass him it as he snatched it for himself. The bispecticle male drew 4 happy stick figures and a rat on your cheek, his tongue poked out in concentration.

“Why am I the only one in my amingi form?” Peter asked, frowning as James passed him the marker. He began to draw a small smiley face in your open palm, writing a messy “Peter was here” on your arm.

“Because, there wasn’t enough room and plus, you’re cuter in rat form,” James teased, but his words sounded very sweet so Peter took it as a compliment. Sirius and Remus cackled loudly, making you stir awake. Your eyes fluttered open, looking around between the boys above you.

“Uh… hello?” You greeted, stretching slightly as you looked around the empty room. Sirius pushed Peter and James away from the bed, sprawling his limbs out to hog you from their affection.

“Hi!” They all chanted at once, Remus moving closer as he pushed at Sirius to make room. The tall male sat down, rummaging through his bag for a minute before pulling out a chocolate bar.

“Eat,” Remus said, even opening the wrapper for you. He broke off a piece, swatting Sirius's wandering hand when he tried to take a piece for himself. You sat up on the bed, unaware of the markings on your skin. You chewed the gooey chocolate, resting against the bed frame with a satisfied hum.

“Did you bring me food?” You asked, a smile on your face as you realized all the plates. The boys nodded, bringing the plates over for you all to feast upon.

“What’s so funny?” You asked when Sirius started to laugh, James also chuckling. You irked slightly, touching over your face to try and see if there were crumbs. This made the boys laugh harder, making you feel embarrassed as you choke out a “what? Is there something on my face?”

You notice the little doodle Peter left you, realizing what had happened. You pushed Sirius's head, making him bump into James. You laughed at the scene, both boys rubbing their forehead with a pouty face.

“Does it come off?” You asked Remus, a sigh on your lips as you ran off towards the bathroom.

“Nope,” he called out, a small smile on his face. You looked in the mirror, seeing the obvious doodles drawn by your boys. You knew exactly who the culprit was for the big letters written on your forehead.

“Sirius! What the hell is this?” You called, stomping back to the bed where they all sat. Sirius raises his hands, pointing to James and Peter. “It’s not just me! They did it as well!”

“You bitch,” James gasped, a hand on his heart as he held a dramatic glint in his eyes. Peter dropped his head, muttering his apologies. All the boys start to bicker at Sirius, calling him a tattletale. You smile and lean back against the bed, bringing a biscuit to your mouth as you watch the quarrel unfold, this was definitely the entertainment you needed on this shitty day.

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theycallmebun · 2 years

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in the midst of it all

pairing: hange zoe x gn!reader

^^they/them used for hange

w/c: 440+

warnings: AOT SPOILERS UNDERNEATH, mentions of dying(no one dies though)

genre: fluff

summary: y/n and hange spend a night away from reality.

a/n: i gotta write more aot stuff :/

“I’m scared, Y/N.”

Hange was the most fearful. After Erwin, they didn’t know what to do. This was supposed to be his mission, not theirs.

“Of what, Hange?”

“Of dying. Every commander has only been appointed because of death. Who’s to say I am any different?”

“Death is inevitable. We’re all going to die, you just happen to have a name for yourself.”

Hange could always rely on you to tell them things straight.

“I suppose you’re right. As always, Y/N.”

“Yes, I suppose so,” you let out a small laugh. God, Hange loved that laugh, it was the equivalent to music for them.

“Go on and finish your tea. Courtesy of Levi. And then we can go to sleep,” you remind them.

They let out a sigh before taking the last sip.

“We both know we’re not getting any sleep tonight,” they tell you.

“You don’t even want to try? I made the bed and fluffed up the pillows and we even got this beautiful cup of chamomile tea.”

“Very tempting,” they tease.

“And I’ll be in bed, nice and warm. I know how cold you get at night.”

“Even more tempting.”

“Come on. Please?” you ask with those puppy dog eyes you know Hange can’t help but give into.

They stare at those eyes for a moment before emitting another sigh.

“I’ll try. I can’t guarantee I’ll actually get any sleep.”

You remove their glasses from their face and brush out some strands of hair before dragging them to the bed. You open up the blanket on their side first, motioning them to get in. After Hange gets in, you tuck them in nice and tight. When you get to your side of the bed, you snuggle up to Hange, already feeling their cold hands. You wrap your hands around their waist before closing your eyes.

You let your muscles relax and let your breathing even out.

“I can feel you looking at me, Hange.”

A moment of silence before they respond.

“That’s absurd, I was not looking,” they defend.

When you open one of your eyes to check, you can see the light blush dusting their cheeks.

“Hmm, whatever you say. Now actually try and get some sleep. You’ll feel better, I promise,” you nag.

“Alright, alright. But like I said, no guarantees.”

They turn to face you and return your embrace. You were so warm and they were so cold, they couldn’t help it.

After a moment you start rubbing their back and humming a familiar song. Before Hange realizes, they’re peacefully asleep.

Before your own slumber takes you, you whisper in their ear, “please don’t be scared anymore.”

#hanji zoe #hange zoe #hange x reader #hange imagines #aot imagines #aot scenario #snk x reader #snk imagines #shingeki no kyoujin fanfiction #attack on titan

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abbabycchio · 3 years

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Flowers based on how they feel about you/ think of you. P2

This time with La Squadra! Thank you for the attention I got on the Bucci gang! I love being able to talk about flowers and my favorite characters💕💕 sorry for the long wait!

Risotto Nero: Since you met him he’d fallen in love with you, you were amazing and perfect, and in his most vulnerable moments he’d tell you. Unfortunately being the Capo and the strongest of the traitorous team La Squadra ment it was too high a risk to pursue a relationship with you. So for your safety he had to reject you.

Magenta Zinnia: Lasting Affection

Striped Carnation: No, Refusal, Sorry I Can't Be With You, Wish I Could Be With You

He’ll send you these flowers along with a note apologizing for any pain it brings you. He sees it as his final interaction with you, but still lets you know how much you mean to him.

My carissimo. I couldn’t stop the tears that fell onto my legs as I sat and rekindled my feelings for you. The comfort of your voice, you telling me “you’re gonna be alright” always mends my broken heart. There’s something about your voice that gives me the comfort I need. I’ve learned so many things from you. I’ve never been with someone who makes me laugh as much as you. You taught me what a real relationship was by having pillow talks with me before we went to bed. I wish life had a more simpler game plan. I love you so much. Til the day I die I’ll remember you forever.

-Risotto Nero.

Prosciutto: He sees you as so much more than you could ever see yourself as. That being said he knows how cruel the world can be and makes it his mission in life to protect and love you for the rest of his life. He’s also the only one in the group that goes all out when it comes to buying gifts.

Red Amaryllis: find incredibly beautiful, value beyond their beauty

Yellow Snapdragon: Gracious. Fascinating. Protection from evil

Dahlia: the lasting bond and commitment between two people

Very silently shoves these flowers towards you and walks away. It’s only until you gain control over your beating heart that you notice an elegant ribbon wrapped around the bouquet with a note attached.

The time is now to believe my promises and trust me to shelter you from the storms that will come in this life. I am truly the knight in shining armor your heart longs for and I am the one who has already given his life for you. I know your hidden fears, but you must learn to look to me when life is hard. I am the rock on which you can stand when all around you seems to be sinking. So stand on my word and hide it in your heart and you will never sink in hopelessness again.

-Prosciutto.

Pesci: he’s like a big puppy, he easily fell in love with you and in the most innocent way. Just seeing you smile brightens up his day and makes him excited to spend any days to come with you.

Yellow Tulip: cheerfulness and sunshine

Coral Honeysuckle: I love you

He replaces these flowers anytime he sees that the ones he already gave you are dying so the bright colors are always illuminating your days.

I’m writing this to tell you that I love you. You’re my first thought when I wake up, and my last when I got to sleep. I need your love more and more each day, like an addiction of some sort.

-Pesci.

Ghiaccio: He sees you as the calm to his storm, he is so thankful for you, and although he doesn’t say it much you know that. Everyday he does his best to learn more about you and create a bond deeper than flesh.

Purple hydrangeas: EMOTION, UNDERSTANDING, a desire to deeply understand someone

Black Bryony: Be my support

He doesn’t actually give these to you an a bouquet, he likes to place them in your hair, of behind your ears. Sometimes he even makes little flower crowns with the Black Bryony vines and places the Hydrangea flowers around it.

My love, just a moment ago I thought about you and my heart was filled with gratitude. So before another moment goes by I want to say thank you. Thank you for the late night laughs and the early morning kisses. Thank you for holding my hand throughout this life. Thank you for your love and friendship, and most of all thank you for the pleasure of calling you mine.

-Ghiaccio.

Melone: He thirsts for you so hard! After he met you everyone else was nothing compared to your beauty. He physically can't keep his hands off you. After he saw you he immediately pined for your affection.

Black Orchid: ADMIRATION, INNOCENCE, strength, virility, sexual desires, and success

Lavender Rose: enchantment and love at first sight, blossoming romance.

He sends a very professionally designed bouquet of these flowers, bringing more than one bundle a day to the point where you don’t know what to do with all those flowers.

I want you more and more. I often have erotic memories of you and I hurry to get home. I love to feel myself inside you; I love to feel my virile member slashing your skin, like burning iron teasing your desire. I have visions of you on top of me, riding my hips, making me moan with pleasure with your vigorous and precise movements. I love to feel the dense and warm liquid of your pleasure run down my body. I love to feel that you are mine. vigorous but at the same time, defenseless, relying on my arms and the warmth of my body. I love when you fall asleep in my arms, resting your head on my shoulder for countless minutes, after I irrigated your flesh with my abundant semen. I like the taste of your saliva when you kiss my mouth and I like the warmth of your heat when I kiss you between your thighs... I love your kisses more and more, your cuddles and your strength. And I’m writing to you to tell you I miss you too much.

-Melone.

Formaggio: He is smitten with you. Probably the most obviously loyal out of all of the boys, not that all of them aren’t, but you are 100% sure that you are his entire world. In your relationship he tries his best to be as romantic as possible any time that he can.

Pink Peony: ROMANCE, PROSPERITY, love at first sight

Lemon Blossom: I promise to be true, Fidelity in love

He’s the kind to see these flowers in shop or on a bush, and just takes it and gives it to you.

To my forever, I think we make the perfect couple. We understand each other so well. We listen to each other. I cannot wait to spend eternity with you, because there’s no place I’d rather be than with you. You’re stuck with me cara, You better remember that! I love us!

-Formaggio.

Illusio: Although he is usually a little raunchy by nature, but he loves you delicately. Which surprised the entire gang. His personality switch between seeing you and working is drastic. It’s more of an innocent, refined love. Fancy dinners, passionate nights. He puts his entire ego into making the best dates for you two.

Cornflower: Refinement, Delicacy

Daisy: innocence, loyal love, and purity.

You would be standing or sitting somewhere in base and suddenly a hand would come out of the mirror near you and drop a bouquet of flowers in your hand.

My love has made me selfish. I cannot exist without you. I am forgetful of every thing but seeing you again, my Life seems to stop there. I see no further. You have absorb'd me. I have a sensation at the present moment as though I was dissolving. I should be exquisitely miserable without the hope of soon seeing you.

-Illuso.

Sorbet & Gelato: Sorbet and Gelato were so grateful when you came into their lives, they were already in love with each other but finding you made their already love filled lives more special. When you got the news from Risotto you were heart broken, one day you were happily in love with the two most special men in your life, and the next you were mourning the loss of both of them.

FORGET-ME-NOT: True Love, Memories

Delphinium: a first love, strong bonds of love.

You had gotten a bundle of flowers at your door step with two notes attached, one was from Risotto telling you that Sorbet and Gelato had sent you a note, along with a few wishes in their Will. The other was the note Sorbet and Gelato had written, only to be read by you after their death.

This is not a goodbye my darling, this is a thank you. Thank you for coming into our lives and giving us joy, thank you for loving us and receiving our love in return. Thank you for the memories we made together. But most of all, thank you for showing us that there will come a time when we will be together again.

-Sorbet&Gelato.

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navalcriminalimagines · 3 years

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Request by @wow-life-love4 ❤️ : So I was hoping to request a Barba x reader; Where the reader sees Barbra back when she goes visits Carisi and she has those feeling again what she had years ago when he left!And he finally accepts the fact that she was the one as well!!!!!(Throw some angst in there I’m dying for it with fluffy ending)

Words: 3,530

Tags: @crying-river

Sorry for the typos. Enjoy. ❤️

Based on 22x04 Sightless in a Savage Land. (Of course)

(Gif isn’t mine)

*Carisi’s office*

Since Sonny got his new office, you found a comfy place on the floor, against his furniture. That’s where you were even though your former partner wasn’t there yet. There was this new case that came up in the night before, he had a few meetings while you were working on your laptop, coffee right next you and Sonny’s on his desk.

He came in a few minutes later, smiled when he saw you. He threw the box he was holding on his cabinet and sat on his desk chair. When he spotted his coffee, his smile grew wider. “You’re the best,” he said, taking a big sip.

“I know,” you smiled. “How’s the case going?”

“I’m going for murder 2, and we’ll see,” he shrugged.

One thing you love about your friendship with Sonny Carisi is that silence is comfortable. There is no awkward silence. While he worked on his paperwork, you were on your laptop. Shopping online, actually. You rescued a car a year ago and the little ball of fur has been scratching on your couch ever since. It was completely destroyed now and you needed a new one.

“Dom,” you called your best friend. “What do you think about this one?” you turned your laptop so Sonny could see it. It was a nice three places blue couch, Scandinavian style.

Sonny wheeled closer to you and bent down to look at it. “I won’t fit in that one,” he said. He’s been crashing a lot at your place for the past two years.

“Stupid long legs,” you teased him. “Although, in 4 years, you’ll be sleeping in my bed, so—“ you turned the screen back at you and kept scrolling.

Sonny laughed at that. “Only if neither of us is married,” he reminded you.

“Doesn’t look good, Dominick. I’m telling you,” you exclaimed. “You seriously need to prepare yourself to spend the rest of your life with me,”

“Wouldn’t have agreed if I wasn’t. Although, that’s not the story I wanna tell our kids,” still laying in his chair, Sonny was facing you, his legs spread as always.

“Why not?” You exclaimed. “It’s cute! Two best friends that made a deal to get together to avoid forever loneliness!” You paused and realized what he said. “Wait—kidS?” you asked, making sure the ‘s’ was heard.

“At least, four, Y/N. You know I want a big family,” Sonny told. This conversation seemed like completely normal between although it wasn’t.

“Then pry I’ll give birth to quadruplets. Cause I’m not getting pregnant four times,”

“Don’t underestimate the Carisi’s power,”

You and Sonny stopped talking for a moment, just staring at each other, until you both started to laugh. “This conversation is nonsense,” you said.

“I agree,” you heard from the doorway. You and Sonny turned like one man, to look at the man standing there. You didn’t have to look at him though. You recognized his voice from the first sound.

“Barba,” Sonny was the first to greet him. He stood up and offered his hand. Both men shook hands and Rafael’s eyes stopped on you, still sitting on the floor. You looked up to him and tried to keep a poker face. But god, he looked more handsome as ever. The beard. You asked him multiple times to keep the beard, when you and Rafael were seeing each other.

“Detective,” he greeted you.

“Counselor,” you quickly said and got your attention back on your laptop. You can’t let him see you still have feelings. And that you’re mad. Hurt, even. Rafael never made a promise to you, you two weren’t actually dating per say, but you wished he gave you a goodbye. Not just—leaving.

“What can I help you with?” Sonny rescued you.

“Mickey Davis. Can we talk about it?” He said.

You felt both men’s gaze on you and looked up, “Oh you want me gone?” You said and Sonny nodded. You stood up, put your laptop in your bag, and walked to the door. “Chinese. My place?” You asked Sonny, completely avoiding Rafael. Your best friend agreed and you would be lying if you said you didn’t hope it would make Rafael jealous.

*****

Sonny showed up at your apartment around 8. He was welcomed by Mania’s purrs, he crouched down and pet your ginger cat for a moment. You were sitting in your - destroyed - couch, with a glass a white wine. Carisi knew that seeing Barba after all those years messed with your head.

“How many?” He simply asked.

“Not enough!” You said, but you were obviously tipsy already.

He’d been there many times. He knew that trying to fight to make you stop drinking was useless. So instead, he grabbed a glass and joined you on the couch. Mania jumped on your lap. “Wanna talk about it?”

“I’m just going to say the same things I’ve been telling you for the past three years,” you said, focusing on your cat.

“But now, he’s back. And I don’t think he liked what he heard,”

You looked at Sonny, puzzled, waiting for him to continue. “He was—cold. Unfriendly. And he left saying ‘Enjoy the chinese—and the company’”

“It doesn’t mean anything, Dom. Three years went by. He probably has someone,” you were on the urge of crying but you were fighting yourself. You cried enough for Rafael.

“His lost,” Sonny put his arms around your shoulders and kissed your temple. He gave a pat to Mania, and extended his legs on the coffee table. You rested your head on his shoulder and a few tears escaped.

“Why am I not over him? Why does it still hurt?” You asked. Sonny hummed in response and you continued. “I wish we were married already. I would be committed to you, and he wouldn’t live rent free in my head,”

Sonny giggled, “You sure ‘bout that?” He asked. “Know that cheating is a deal breaker for me. Thinking of someone else while you��re with me is cheating, somehow. So technically, you’re already cheating on me,”

“I’d make up to you, but we’re not there yet. You refused to seal the deal,”

It took Sonny a few seconds to understand what you meant. “And think about Barba while I’m making love to you? Noooo, thank you,”

You grabbed the wine bottle and poured yourself another glass. Mania wasn’t pleased about you moving around so he jumped onto Sonny’s lap instead. “I need a good dick,” you sighed, laying back on the couch.

Sonny wasn’t expecting you to say that. Or at least, not like that. He was taking a sip and choked on wine. He coughed a few times, which made you laugh. “Need me to remind you what happened last year?”

“Noooo, thank you,” you mimicked him. The last year was a mess. You got drunk at Forlini’s and left with a stranger. It was okay at first, the man was good looking and very cautious with you. The sex wasn’t great. He came really fast, you didn’t have time to get pleasure. When you tried to leave, he offered you to stay with puppy eyes, and you caved. The next morning, you tried to sneak out but he heard you and he didn’t want to let you go. So you texted Sonny, asking him to call you and pretend an emergency. Thank god he did. But a few weeks later, you met the guy again at Forlini’s. It lead to a few weeks of stalking from his behalf, until you went all cop on him.

After eating chinese, you went back to drinking as Sonny stopped. You two watched some terrible show on tv until you fell asleep on his shoulders. Used to that, he moved you to your bed and crashed on your couch, with Mania cuddling to him.

*****

You showed up many times at work with hangovers. You were used to pretend you were okay and your coworkers pretended to believe you. The morning went slow, until he showed up.

“Barba!” Fin was the first to see him. “Liv isn’t here,” he continued.

“I came to see all of you—in private?” Fin, Amanda, Kat and yourself looked to one another. “I don’t have all day, detectives.”

They stood up and followed him next to interrogation rooms. But you stayed put. “Y/N,” Rafael softly said.

“Three detectives is enough,” you said, without looking at you. If you looked at him, you’d caved. And you can’t do that. He doesn’t deserve it. Not so easily. Not just because he is his handsome self.

“I hope chinese with your future husband was good,” he answered, bitterly and joined the others, closing the doors behind him. You sarcastically laughed at that. Was it jealousy? You hoped so.

A few minutes later, Liv came in with Garland. He gently greeted you and asked where were the others. You told them without thinking further. And in a minute, Barba was in Liv’s office with her and Garland. Your coworkers went back to their desks but no one talked. “Fill me in?” You asked.

“In so many words, Barba needs our help,” Amanda told you.

“He’s defending the man that Carisi is prosecuting. That’s not fair to Sonny,” you told, anger started to show up.

“Carisi can handle it,” Fin said.

“Damn right he can. But you’re making it harder for him! Our ADA is Carisi now, not Barba! He left me—us,”

You knew it was too late. Your anger toward Rafael just surfaced and the entire team now knows something had happened. Mostly angry at yourself from letting your emotions get the best of you, you grabbed your jacket and left the squadroom.

You drove to Sonny’s office and stormed in it without knocking. He immediately saw your red eyes, and furry in them. “Barba asked the squad for help! And I think they are in!” You were pacing in the small place, making Sonny’s head spin. “They are going behind your back for him! They are helping him, knowing it will make it harder for you! He just—snapped his fingers,” you did snap your fingers, “and they are all in! I can’t believe it,” you were breathing hard, fighting your tears and your anger. Sonny stood, grabbed your shoulders and brought you to his chest. He held you tight as you cried in his chest. He could feel your body shaking. You stood there for a long moment until you calmed down. Sonny let you go and grabbed you a tissue. You dried your eyes and blown your nose. “I’m sorry, you must be tired of me. I’m a fucking mess,”

Sonny was leaning on his desk, arms crossed and legs spread. “Nah, you’re not, Y/N. You’re my best friend and you’re there for me as much,” he softly grabbed your hand and rubbed your knuckles, “Now tell what you’re really mad about,”

“Him. He comes back and tries to act as if—nothing happened. Like we were nothing. Ever,” you took a deep breath, “it just hurts me all over again,”

“Now that he’s here, maybe you should ask for the explanations you’ve been waiting for? You need closure, honey. You deserve it. And yeah, it may not be what you want to hear but at least, you’ll know and you can finally move on,”

“With you when I turn 40?” You tried to joke.

“Or that guy from last year,” he grinned.

“Shut up, Carisi,” Sonny pulled on your arm to bring you to him. As he was leaning on the desk, you were the same height. You put your arms around his shoulders, and his hands were in your back. “What would I do without you?” You whispered in his ear.

“You’d be stuck in a relationship with a weirdo, and probably pregnant by now,” you laughed at his words.

“That would terrible. I’d be so frustrated,”

“Uh, I’d help you with that,”

“Dominick Carisi Jr, isn’t that a sin? May I remind you, you refused to seal our deal,”

“Because if it went bad, I didn’t want you to ask Fin to be your backup,”

“Wouldn’t have worked anyway, he found Phoebe,”

Really, what would you do without Sonny Carisi in your life?

*****

His words didn’t leave your brain. “You need closure, you deserve it”. And maybe he’s right. You do deserve closure, even if he tells you everything you don’t want to hear. So when the trial was over, and Barba invited everyone for a drink, you joined in. You sat between Sonny and Kat, Rafael was across from you. You could feel his gaze every now and then but you tried to avoid meeting his eyes.

“Cheers,” Rafael said, holding his scotch.

“To what? Jury deliberated for 6 hours to find Davis guilty on murder 2 and we’re back to the start,” Sonny answered.

“To irony, then,” Rafael offered instead.

Everyone got interested in Rafael’s past three years. He explained that he traveled for a while, catch up with foreign family in Cuba. He mentioned meeting a woman there but when you heard the word “girlfriend”, you stood up and went to order another glass.

“Y/N!” You heard from your left. You turned to see the man that stalked you the year prior. “Good to see you,” before you could react, Kyle was hugged you. “Been a while,” he smiled.

Not enough. You thought. “Indeed,” you gently returned the smile.

“May I offer you a drink?”

“Thanks, but I’m with my friends,” you pointed towards the squad. Sonny saw the man from behind and he saw in your eyes you were in trouble. But instead of helping you, he was just—laughing. Bastard.

“Maybe later then? Or another day?”

“Kyle. Last year, I threated you to put you in jail for harassment. That threat still stands if you start again,” you looked at him, seriously.

“Actually, I want to apologize about that. I was in a very bad place and I don’t know why I acted the way I did. Can we put that in the past and start all over again?”

Listening to his excuses, you didn’t see Rafael circling around. It’s only when you smell his intoxicating smell, that you knew he was behind you. You sighed and tried to stay focus on Kyle. “Okay look, if you’re still here when my friends leave, maybe—“ you were stopped by Rafael’s arm, as he slided it around your chest.

“Leave her alone, man. You’re not up to her standards,”

“Y/N, who is that” Kyle asked.

You were so confused about what was happening - and a little tipsy - you didn’t react. “The man that has way more chance to take her home than you’ll never have,”

“Well, man, you’re too late. I already took her home,”

You felt Rafael’s fist clenching. “Kyle—I’ll see around okay?”

“I’m not sure I want to leave you with that guy, Y/N,” he answered.

“But you are,” Rafael growled. “Now and forever,”

Rafael made you spin around so you were facing him instead of that Kyle. He instantly grabbed your face in his hands and kissed you right under Kyle’s nose. He was acting like an asshole but there’s no way you could pull him away. You melted into his kiss, granting access to his tongue. You grabbed onto his shirt, pulling him as close as you could. You felt his hands traveling your back, until you were grabbing your ass. For a moment, you forgot you two were in the middle of Forlini’s. You moaned in his month and he felt his cock twitching.

You pulled away only when Amanda made herself heard as she was leaving. “Get a room, people.”

Rafael smiled. “I agree with her. Come home with me?”

“Where’s home for you?” You asked. A kiss can’t make everything go away.

“Home is you, Y/N. You’re my home,” he looked so damn sincere and it would be so easy to just let it go and hang on to those words. But you still need explanations. Apologizes, perhaps?

Again, you fought against your tears. “That’s so easy, Rafael,”

“Come with me and we can talk. Just that if you want,”

*****

During the ride, you told Rafael you preferred to go to your place; Mania was waiting. If Barba should have a pet, he thought he would adopt a dog. But since you have a cat, he can get use to it. Only if you cut its claws.

As always, Mania was waiting behind the door when you got in. He didn’t move at first, just studying Rafael. “He’s already judging me,” Rafael said.

“He only met two humans. Me and Sonny. Before that, he was beaten, famished and threw with the trash. He doesn’t trust humans,”

“That’s something we can bound on,” Rafael kept his distance with your furry child. And Mania did the same. You pet him a moment, gave him his food and joined Rafael on the couch, with a bottle of Sauternes. It was silent at first. None knew where to start.

“Is—is there something between you and Carisi?” He asked.

“Straight to the point,” you smiled in your glass. You liked the hint of jealousy in it. “For now, no. But in 4 years, maybe,”

“I’m gonna need further explanations,”

“I’m the one that needs explanations, don’t you think?” You challenged him. “Actually, I deserve them,” you’ll have to think Sonny later for that strength.

“Indeed, you do,” Rafael agreed. “It was easier that way,”

“Easier for who? For you? Cause it wasn’t easy for me, at all,”

“I was selfish and I’m sorry,” he softly grabbed your hand. “I knew that—if I came to see you, to tell you I was leaving, I would have back down. I couldn’t bring myself to tell you goodbye. All I ever wanted to see in your eyes, when you look at me, was love. And I was afraid to see—disappointment in them. Pity, hate, even. Cause there was hate whenever I looked in the mirror,” you heard tears in his voice. You knew he was just being honest with you.

“You ruined our relationship—or whatever we had— on assumptions, Rafael. I didn’t hate you before you left. I wasn’t disappointed. Only things you’d have seen were empathy and love,”

“I couldn’t take the risk, Y/N,”

“Let’s pretend I get that. Why didn’t you call, then? Text? Left a letter or a note? Hell, even an email would have made it easier,” you stood up, pacing around. Rafael has been around you enough to know that’s what you do when you’re angry and trying to calm yourself.

“I could have. I should have—I’m so sorry,” he was looking at you with pleading eyes but you were still pacing around your living room. “I never forgot about you, Y/N. I still love you,”

“Uh-huh,” you shook your head, “You can’t tell me you still love me when you never said you loved me in the first place!” You exclaimed.

“Fine,” he stood up and grabbed your shoulders to keep you still. “I love you, Y/N. Wanna know when I knew?” He paused, for what you assumed what a dramatic effect like he does in court, “When Yelina came in my office, telling my ‘crazy coworker’ slapped her. And you didn’t slap her because you were jealous. You did so because she hurt me and talked shit about me for going after Alex. When she left, I smiled so hard, I found the courage to ask you out,”

You felt your cheeks turning pink. “I didn’t know you knew,” you looked down but Rafael grabbed your chin and made you lift your head.

“From that moment, I knew you had my back. I didn’t have yours,” you saw a tear finally escaping his eye. “And if you found the strength to forgive me, I’ll always have your back. I won’t let you down. I promise,”

Seeing Rafael cried made you cry too. You swoop his tears with your thumb. “It won’t be easy, Rafael. It’s going to take time for me to—trust you again. To trust that you won’t leave again,”

“I won’t,” he grabbed your face and kissed. It was needy. Rafael wanted you to feel how much he loves you in that kiss. He wanted you to know you could trust him. Not only your tongue mixed but your tears did too. “I promise. I love you,” he rested his forehead against yours.

“I love you, too,” you kissed again, but it was more passionate. One of his arms were wrapped around your shoulders and his other hand was holding your cheek. Your left hand rested on his firm ass and your right one was in his hair.

He smiled against your mouth when he felt your hand grabbing his ass cheek. “That’s my move,”

“What can I say? I missed your ass,”

He chuckled and made you jump in his arms. Your legs wrapped around his waist and his hands were resting on your ass. “Not as much as I missed yours,” Rafael kissed you again and walked to the bedroom, closing it to Mania’s face.

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7-wonders · 3 years

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Circling the Drain

Summary: It's a race against time...wait, why do people say that? It's not a race against some outside force, it's a race against a crazed back-from-the-dead mafioso with a vengeance.

Word Count: 3454

A/N: I tried something a little different for this chapter in terms of formatting, mainly because there was so much I wanted to fit in different POVS. Uhhhhh let me know your thoughts and like, comments and reblogs make my world go round. ALSO that second gif is exactly how I imagine a certain scene (you'll know it when you read it).

Warnings: Very torture heavy chapter. Blood, torture methods, guns, knives, kidnappings, talk of death. You should probably go pet some puppies or kittens after you read this.

Duncan

It’s difficult to know how much time has passed since Duncan was last outside of this small concrete room. There’s no windows to let light in, no clocks to denote the hour, and no sort of schedule that he can catch on to. Although, even if there were a schedule, he would be too delirious from sleep deprivation to realize that there was one. The only thing that Duncan can count on is the unending torture at the hands of his uncle.

All of the crisis training in the world wouldn’t have prepared him for the physical and mental torture that he’s been put through. Though he doesn’t know it, it’s been almost seventy-two hours of this absolute hell, of Bill beating him black and blue, taunting him, slowly ripping out fingernails one by one (somehow, he still has six, though one of the six is just barely hanging on), refusing to let him sleep, and tasing him back to consciousness whenever he tries to close his eyes. This most recent time, the throbbing of his head had begged him enough to where he finally closed his eyes, only to be jolted up with a rush of electricity running through his body and seizing his muscles.

“You still think you’re getting out of it that easy, huh? That you can fall asleep and bide your time until you’re ‘rescued?’” Bill chuckles. “No, it’s not that easy.”

“Just kill me already, if that’s what you’re planning on,” Duncan says through clenched teeth, glaring up at Bill through the one eye that’s not completely swollen shut.

“Is that what you want? You want me to kill you?” His obviously-fake concern would enough to make bile rise in Duncan’s throat, if he had actually had anything left in his stomach.

“You want me to beg for it, don’t you?”

“I guess I underestimated you. Turns out you do have some sort of critical thinking skills.”

Duncan defiantly turns his head, refusing to give Bill what he wants. Realizing this, Bill begins to walk towards the door. As he does, going to flick off the single light bulb in this place, Duncan’s chest tightens in anticipation of the claustrophobia he’ll surely begin to feel (most likely a side-effect of what he’s gone through, considering he’s never been scared of dark spaces before) and he scrambles to stall him. “So why are you keeping me alive?”

Bill stops for a moment before slowly turning around. “I already told you.”

“No, I know that you want revenge. But what’s your plan? Why waste your time? Surely you’ll at least give me the honor of knowing what I’m dying for?”

His jaw clenches, not pleased with that last question, but he doesn’t hit Duncan. Yet. “I’m taking back what’s mine, and then some.”

“And you think Mom’s going to be okay with that?”

“Your poor mother is going to be more than okay with that when she finds out that the Coven killed her only child.”

Slowly, it dawns on Duncan. “You’re the one that’s been killing people in the Coven’s style and leaving them in our territory?”

“Of course I am!” Bill holds his arms out as if to say ‘tah-dah!’ “Cordelia Goode would never be so bold as to do that! But after I kill you, drain you of your blood, cut your tongue out, dump you in the Potomac, and reappear into society, people won’t care about that little fact. Especially after I reveal that it was the Coven that prompted me to fake my own death and go into hiding for years.”

“How long were you planning this?”

“About a year before you stabbed me, when I realized that you were far too…” he grits his teeth, “charismatic to not end up with the family business eventually. That’s why I always made sure that the police and paramedics were well-paid, just in case the day ever came that I needed them to lie on my behalf.”

“You have it all planned then, so why not just do it and kill me now?”

“Well, there are a couple of minor issues I still need to work out.” Bill glances at Duncan slyly. “Such as what to do with that girlfriend of yours.”

In a flash, Duncan sees red. He lunges, forgetting the fact that he’s chained to the radiator and can only go so far until his ankle is jerked violently and he falls back to the ground. “You leave her alone, she’s done nothing wrong!”

“You’re right, she hasn’t, but (Y/N) knows too much.”

Duncan’s heart skips a beat when he realizes that Bill (predictably) knows more than he should.

“I’m thinking a suicide? It’s very believable, what with the grieving girlfriend and all.” Bill steps forward and, ever so slowly, places his foot on one of Duncan’s hands. “Maybe she slits her wrists in the bath? It’s very easy to overpower someone when they’re vulnerable. Or perhaps she overdoses? That’s not my preferred method, though, far too much room for someone to survive an overdose. Tell me, Duncan, how would you prefer that she die?” With each possible method, Bill continues to lay more pressure on Duncan’s hand until Duncan is moaning in pain.

“Don’t...hurt her,” Duncan pants.

Bill finally removes his foot, giving Duncan a moment to breathe before he stomps on his hand, digging the toe of his shoe in until Duncan is screaming and Bill is sure his hand is broken. “I think she’ll jump into the Potomac with a weight tied around her ankle. The poeticism--her drowning in the same river that your body will be found in--is something that’s just too good to pass up.”

“I’ll kill you. I swear to God, I’ll kill you again and make sure that it sticks this time.” Tears are streaming down Duncan’s face, though whether that’s from the physical or emotional agony he’s in, he can’t be sure.

“We’ll see about that, won’t we?” Bill smiles, walking to the light switch and flicking it off. “I’ll be back in a bit, and then our final act can finally begin.”

This time, Duncan doesn’t stop him before he leaves, barely letting the door close before his willpower crumbles and he begins to sob. Cradling his injured hand, he has to force himself to look at the now-mangled fingers. He gasps, attempting to straighten them out, but they refuse to even twitch in response. It’s now that Duncan realizes that the true torture is waiting. His mind and body shattered, he now has to be at the mercy of Bill Shepherd before he can finally die. He’s never wished for death before, but now, he feels a pang in his heart for every one of his victims that have had to wait, broken and bruised, for Duncan to kill them.

You

“Does this location have any significance to you?” Cordelia asks Annette, pointing to an address hastily written down on a scrap of paper. The address corresponds to a building, fairly nondescript, but obviously holding some sort of significance.

“No, it doesn’t.” Annette shakes her head.

“That’s because this is the location of the first school that I opened here in D.C. Bastard’s really going all in on trying to frame me for everything he’s done.”

(Y/N), who had previously been dozing off on Langdon’s lap (Langdon had already made her swear not to tell anybody or else he would kill her in her dreams like Freddy Kreuger), sits straight up at this moment. “What makes you think he’s there?” she asks.

“This car.” Cordelia pulls another paper out from the folder she had brought with her, this one a picture of a Mercedes E-Class. “It’s been back and forth from Umbra to the old school numerous times in the past two days. License plates are registered back to Umbra.”

“So it’s definitely Bill, then.”

“I’m not typically a betting woman, but I would put money on this. Surveillance indicates that this car has been parked in front of the Goode Academy for six straight hours now.”

(Y/N) doesn’t know much about hostage situations, but she has to assume that Bill being where Duncan is held captive for an extended amount of time means nothing good.

“We need to move now, then,” Annette says. There’s no question behind her voice; she’s going to get her son.

“Yes. Your team?”

“Myself, Langdon, and (Y/N).”

Cordelia glances warily at (Y/N). “Do you have combat experience?”

“Duncan trained me to fight, and also did some weapons training with me,” (Y/N) says.

“That’s good enough.” (Y/N) tries not to be offended. “I have myself, Madison, Misty, and Mallory.”

“We’re going?” Mallory, a brunette wearing a gold headband, says.

“I need my best girls, and you three have proven yourselves.”

“Alright then, let’s go.” Annette grabs a key from around her neck and unlocks what you thought to be a closet door, opening it to reveal a weapons cache large enough to rival a small government’s. “Stock up.”

“Which gun are you most comfortable with?” Langdon asks (Y/N), the two standing side-by-side after everybody else has had their turn.

“Uh, I don’t really know the names. It’s a handgun, and it’s black.”

“Probably a Springfield, then.” Langdon hands (Y/N) a gun that looks similar to ones that she’s handled before. “It’s already loaded.”

“Thanks.” She glances at Langdon after holstering her own weapon, watching as he selects numerous guns of different sizes. “What if we’re too late?”

“We won’t be.”

“But you heard what Cordelia said. Bill’s been there for six straight hours now. He could have--”

“You’re right, he could have,” Langdon interrupts. “But we can’t go in there assuming that the worst outcome has come true. We have to have hope. If nothing else, there’s always hope.”

“I have hope.”

“Good, because I do, too.” Langdon grabs a knife from the weapons closet, twirling the tip of the blade on his index finger. “Now let’s go get Duncan back.”

Duncan

Bill stands before Duncan, twirling the tip of a knife on his index finger. “I’ve held onto this for six years now. Do you recognize it?”

Of course Duncan recognizes the knife that he stabbed his uncle with. In his dreams, he can still feel the cool leather handle gripped tightly in his palm.

“It’s something of a treasure to me, although it certainly didn’t seem like it at first. I’ve come to recognize the significance of holding the thing that almost killed me, and I like to keep it as a reminder.” Bill holds the knife out to Duncan, knowing he’s too weak to fight him for it. “See that on the blade? Why don’t you read it for me?”

Cursive lettering is engraved on the blade, though it was not there when the knife had been in Duncan’s possession. “Memento mori,” Duncan mutters, trying to remember his Latin lessons from high school.

“It was an extremely popular phrase during the medieval period, specifically when it came to funerals. ‘Remember you must die.’ It’s a warning, a reminder. That’s what this knife has become to me, a reminder of the inevitability of death. It also reminds me that I’ve survived death before, and I’ll surely survive it again.”

“Quite the sense of humor,” Duncan remarks dryly.

Bill shrugs, bending down to Duncan’s level. “A little gauche, perhaps, but I enjoy the significance of the phrase.”

Duncan’s about to ask him what the point of this is when Bill shows him by shoving the knife into his abdomen. Duncan grunts in pain, gritting his teeth and glaring at him. “Of course you’re going to stab me just like I stabbed you.”

“Do you know how I managed to survive?” Bill asks.

“I’ve tried not to think about it much.”

“I survived,” Bill continues, “because you were too stupid to realize that you needed to pull the knife out. What do all of the medical professionals say when training civilians on dealing with stabbings? ‘Don’t remove the weapon.’ That’s the only thing keeping them from bleeding out, and it’s what kept me from bleeding out.”

“I had assumed I severed your abdominal aorta, what with all the blood.”

“Exactly, ‘assumed.’” Bill digs the knife around to watch the way that Duncan tries not to scream before pulling it out and watching as blood begins to pour out of the wound. For every beat of Duncan’s frantic heart, trying to pump blood to the source of the injury in an attempt to clot it, more blood pulses out. “Never assume things, my boy.”

Though his head is starting to spin, Duncan finds just enough rage to spit at Bill. “Go to hell.”

“From the looks of it, you’ll be there long before me,” he says almost gleefully before pulling out a gun and shooting him in the thigh. This time, Duncan openly screams. “Just wanted to make sure you actually die, if the stabbing wasn’t enough.” Bill’s extremely nonchalant, as if he’s discussing the nuances of the Nationals rather than talking about murder.

Bill grabs a key and unlocks the chain from around Duncan’s leg, knowing that he won’t have the strength to escape. “I’ll be back in half an hour to check on you.”

“Fuck you,” Duncan responds, but Bill’s already gone.

Duncan moans in pain as he stares at his wounds, feeling the stickiness of blood beginning to pool under him. Lifting a shaky hand, he presses it to his abdomen to try and slow the bleeding. As he swallows deeply, realizing that he very likely is going to die shortly, he thinks about a number of things, mainly regrets.

He wishes that he had realized earlier that his mom was just as much Bill’s victim as he was.

He wishes that he appreciated Michael more for the brother he had been to him.

He wishes that he had told (Y/N) that he loved her more often.

But most especially, Duncan wishes that he had just put a bullet in Bill’s head that night instead of stabbing him. Then, he wouldn’t be feeling this intense cold begin to settle in his bones as he’s forced to slowly die on the concrete floor of a basement. Facing the Grim Reaper head-on is not nearly as dramatic as he thought it would be.

You

Watching the Coven, Langdon, and Annette taking out the defectors is not nearly as dramatic as (Y/N) thought it would be. Wisely, they had requested that she stay behind until the perimeter was secured. It’s much quieter, and a lot less bloody; as it turns out, members of organized crime do have consciences, and chose to subdue those not directly a threat. After Langdon finishes tying those who had remained loyal to Bill together, Cordelia motions for (Y/N) to follow the group into the old school.

The proud sign that once declared this building the Goode Academy now lies in the dirt of the overgrown lawn. The doors are open, solely because the rusted hinges make it impossible for them to remain closed against a gentle breeze. The further that they make it inside, the more frantic (Y/N) is. She knows that they’re close to Duncan, she just doesn’t know what state they’ll find Duncan in. Before they can make it too far with Cordelia as their guide, Bill appears. Instead of holding a machine gun, which is kind of what (Y/N) had expected, he has a concerned look on his face.

“Annette, thank god you’re here! I know this must be confusing to you, but when I heard that Duncan was missing, I knew that I needed to save him from the bitches that had sent me into hiding years ago.”

Confusion blankets (Y/N)’s mind as she tries to figure out what’s going on, but Annette doesn’t feel the same. “Cut the shit, Bill. I know what you’ve been doing.”

Bill laughs. “You’re going to let Cordelia Goode manipulate you into believing her, after she tried to kill me?”

“You’re an idiot. You think I don’t smell the blood in the air?” Annette laughs viciously, a verbal slap in the face. “Where’s my son?”

Like a switch was flipped, the worry on Bill’s face falls into contempt. “You’ve always been too emotional for your own good, Annette.”

“‘Family over everything,’” Annette quotes. “Remember that? What happened to that?”

“That died the day that that--that mistake came back from boarding school and decided that our business, the empire we built from the ground up, was his birthright.”

“You never were good at sharing, were you?”

The siblings stare at each other for a moment before Bill sighs. “You could have just been complicit, but no. Guess I’ll have to think on the fly, then.” He pulls out a gun and cocks the hammer back.

Before he can fire, Madison and Mallory appear from behind him, having snuck into the back. Madison knocks the gun out of his hand, the weapon firing into the ceiling, as Mallory socks him in the face and drives him to his knees. Both women force his hands behind him, holding him still as Cordelia walks up to him.

“The door to the basement is in the kitchen, hidden behind the left wall of the pantry,” Cordelia says to the group.

(Y/N)’s off, moving as fast as she can while maneuvering through the unfamiliar house. “Wait, you can’t do this. Annette, you aren’t really going to let the Coven, of all people, do this to me?” Bill pleads.

“I can actually, and I will. After all,” Annette turns to Cordelia, “we have a deal.”

In the kitchen, (Y/N) throws open the pantry door, pushing and shoving and pulling at the left wall before it finally opens to reveal a set of stairs.

“Girls?” Annette calls just before she reaches the door. “Make it painful.”

(Y/N) runs down the stairs, hands scrambling along the wall until she comes across a light switch. Flicking it on, her eyes look around the room until she sees a lifeless figure on the floor that’s surrounded by a pool of blood. A cry is ripped from her chest as she falls to her knees beside Duncan, hands hovering above him as she tries to figure out what to do first.

He’s pale, scarily so, and he’s breathing so shallowly that she can’t tell he’s breathing at first. Somehow, with all the blood, he’s still breathing. All (Y/N) can focus on is the fact that he’s still alive (later, she’ll wonder how she didn’t even flinch at all of the injuries and the blood, oh, the blood) as she rips her shirt off and presses it firmly against the wound on his stomach, calling his name over and over again in increasing levels of desperation.

From behind her, she can hear Annette scream and yell for Langdon to call an ambulance. She can feel the presence of somebody next to her as they catalogue where Duncan’s hurt, but she can’t bring herself to look away from Duncan’s face. His perfect face, that she’s kissed over and over a thousand times and has taken immense pleasure in watching a blush rise to the surface. His perfect face that she’s now slapping to try and get him to at least show some sort of response.

“You don’t get to die like this,” she tells him, hoping that he’ll somehow manage to hear her. “You said that you didn’t want to be the reason I suffered, but look at you now, making me suffer. Don’t keep me suffering like this!”

Slowly, and just barely, his eyes crack open just enough that (Y/N) can see a hint of blue. His lips move, saying something without audible sound, and she brings her head down to his to try and catch what he’s saying.

“An angel.” She finally makes out what his reverent whisper is over the wail of the incoming ambulances, and laughs brokenly as her head falls onto his chest in relief.

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curious-menace · 3 years

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Can you do headcanons of any Riddler getting cared for and gentle kisses from reader after getting beat up? He needs some loves.

SO I MAY HAVE SUGGESTED THAT MY ULTIMATE FANTASY IS TO GIVE RIDDLER A HUG WITH BACKRUBS AS HE TELLS ME ABOUT HIS DAY AND I STAND BY THAT WHOLE-HEARTEDLY .

i freaking love this stuff so im going to do all of them mwahahah

post asswoop riddlers getting loves

Arkham riddler

He’s VERY quiet, which knowing him and his inability to stop talking, is bad news.

I paint arkham riddler as a cry baby and i stand by that. this is the hill i will die on. He’ll have dragged his sorry ass into your apartment or house , dripping blood on your floors but he wont bother calling for you. he’ll just sit at the table with his head in his hands having a lil pity party until you find him.

when you do finally get home, he’ll be looking like a kicked puppy. he’s gotten stuck in his own head, mentally beating himself up even more. he got a fright when you came in because he was so caught up he didn't even hear you at the door.

He’s literally sits there like a child with his arms up for you to come scoop him up. he’s not even sure why his first thought after getting beat up was to come here, he’s probably lead the cops here or something and that was so stupid and- you should probably give him a lil soft smooch on the head to stop him before he goes into a spiral.

he needs more emotional and mental care than physical. Talk to him while you're patching him up. any topic, it doesn't matter just keep him focused on your voice and not the one in his head calling him dumb.

he wont admit he wants to be held and coddled after something like this. get your softest blankie and 2 mugs of coco with marshmallows and just ramble at him. tell him about your day or ask him to explain something boring and complicated so he’s focusing on that rather than how upset he is. let him sit on your lap or between your legs on the sofa and watch how its made or mythbusters or something until he falls asleep. he should be ok again in the morning, he doesnt stay down for long.

Blacklight Riddler

He’s used to getting his ass kicked, either by batman, the other rogues or once he’s a PI, by unhappy clients and the people he put away. He might be tiny but he’s pretty tough.

even if he’s really hurting, his probably trying to crack jokes and tell blood and bruise related riddles. He doesn't like to see you worry so even if he’s in a lot of pain or a bit upset about things, he’s trying to make you smile.

he likes kisses on his bruises. even if he just banged his hand on the table he’ll come to you because he wants you to kiss it better.

He’s a decent fighter, unlike a lot of riddlers who couldnt fight their way out of a paper bag. He can throw punches but he lacks in defence and with his bad knee, dodging can be a little hard. even if he wins the fight he’s still likely to need you to patch him up.

He likes kids plasters. like hello kitty and spongebob. no im not joking, he ALWAYS wanted them when he was little and his parents always said no. now he’s an adult he’s going to use them whenever he damn well pleases.

if it was a particularly bad one, he’ll be ok in the moment even if he has to go to hospital. But he’s going to drop the facade at some point and let you see how upset he is. winding up in hospital after being beat was a common occurrence in childhood. even after doing it time and time again as an adult it doesn't make it any easier on him. he’ll want to stay in your bed, be close to you for few days until either he starts to heal or something snaps him out of his funk.

BTAS Riddler

he really prefers other people to do the fighting for him. well physically anyway. he can handle his own arguments...most of the time. He’s going to need you to nurse a bruised ego more than anything. he probably got dunked on my batman or crane and now he’s huffing.

i don't know if this counts as care and kisses but he clearly needs you around to keep his sorry ass alive. he hurt his side in a fight once and said he wasn't hurt. believable... until he started to act a little confused, a little dizzy. needless to say it worried you enough to take him to emergency care.

He was obviously in agony by now but he was still fighting with you the entire drive there, insulting you and insisting he was fine. its a good job you took him when he did, turns out he’d ruptured his spleen and would probably be dead if you weren’t around to act like his common sense.

he still hasnt apologised for that. or any of the other times you insisted on medical care to stop him from pushing up daisies. he just pretends like you know he’s grateful so he doenst have to admit he’s bullheaded, stubborn and worst of all, wrong.

if he has been seriously hurt, he acts more indignant about it than anything. he wants to be waited on and pampered while resting in bed. he can be a genuine pain to deal with, talking about how lucky you are to see him in such a vulnerable state and how you should be grateful he’s letting you do this for him.

He doesn't want to admit how much he actually needs you. his goons wont put up with him when he’s like this and he’s freaking paying them to do it. you do it for free and no matter how annoying he is you havent left him yet. he doesn't tell you but youve noticed he starts getting you more gifts about a week after he’s recovered. like its taken him a day or two to work out he should probably thank you for all you do.

Original Riddler

this riddler is just weird. like he gets a freaking hang nail and he pretends like he’s dying. but he could nearly lose a limb and he’ll say “tis but a scratch” and still try to hobble about like nothing is wrong.

actually he’s more like olaf “oh look i've been impaled.”. he probably tries to laugh off life threatening injuries like its nothing, taking maybe 3 steps before he collapses on his face in a blood puddle and lets out a tiny “help”

good luck moving his tall lanky ass around. better get a gurney and maybe those vets at the zoo who deal with giraffes. seriously if you want to take care of him you are going to need help or some sort of action plan and a go bag because with his limp butt this will not be easy.

he’s kinda like BTAS riddler in that he needs you to tell him the injury is serious. hes not dumb he just has a high pain threshold and genuinely doesn't realise that injuries are as bad as they are.

he can be a bit of a baby while being patched up. he doesn't like a lot of blood or gore, it makes him feel a little sicky. better give him your phone to play with like a kid at the doctors or put the tv on for him to watch while you bandage him. word of warning, he will pass out or throw up if you try to give him stitches.

i think you should focus your love and attention on him AFTER medical care. just focus on the job, be silent and as fast as possible to get it over with quickly. you should probably bring him something sweet too. no not just you, although you are sweet for looking after him. give him something sugary because he’s going to be light headed after seeing any blood. maybe you could give him a lolly for being a good patient.

Telltale riddler

this riddler is essentially a metahuman. he can REALLY take a beating and bounce back fairly quickly. just look how many times batman punched him in the face and it barely stunned him! he doesnt usually need patched up after a fight. maybe just a lil smooch and some hugs

he did really need your help after the whole pact thing. having his friends abandon him hurt like hell, more than any physical injury ever could.

after that, he clings to you. almost obsessively so; we know he’s got some serious mental illnesses but he usually has the worst of it under control, even without meds. now? it seems like he’s experiencing ptsd and is afraid to go anywhere without you, like you might up and disappear if you arent in his line of sight at all times.

i think this riddler might need the most intense care from you. hugs and gentle reassurance wont be enough. you’re going to be responsible for taking him to therapy, keeping him taking his meds and grounding him to reality. this is the kind of responsibility you took on when you got involved with him but i doubt you realised how hard it would be. i cant promise it will all be worth it but i can promise he wont ever forget your kindness.

the kind of care he needs after such a hard knocking down is just stability. im not one for romance or any mushy gushy stuff but please just pour your love into the cracks in this poor mans soul.

its hard going, but he has his moments. his gallows sense of humor is still there and hey, after him being in and out and gone for so long, it might be nice to have him around more.

Zero year riddler

INSUFFERABLE LITTLE SHIT THIS ONE. he could LITERALLY be bleeding out in your arms and he’d STILL be backseat driving on your medical skills. the temptation to just leave him there to bleed is INCREDIBLE.

he’ll drop the act eventually. he’ll ask and maybe even beg for your help. man has no shame and all the self preservation instincts of a lemming. dont get me wrong, he can be a total coward some times, only looking out for himself . but when he’s actually hurt ? not a fuckin clue. does this head wound need an ice pack or heat pack? is this spurring blood wound worthy of medical care? no idea. he was a very sheltered child who never got so much as a bruise so he has no idea what to do when he’s hurt.

he gets the everloving shit kicked out of him on a clockwork basis. like you could hear knocking on your door at 3 am and already be at the table with a first aid kit like oh its tuesday riddler must have broken his nose.

he takes entirely too much joy in making you patch him up. youre starting to wonder if he’s doing it on purpose just to see you in your little apron and latex gloves . he’s getting off on this and you know it but god help you, you just cant resist his dumb face asking for your help and would you also wear this pink nurses outfit while youre at it?

one time he lost a LOT of blood. he would be fine but he was pretty damn loopy from lightheadedness. while you were trying to get him into bed to rest he started flirting with you. can you believe the audacity? he’s lost 3 pints of blood and he’s still more focus on his libido?

he’s actually going to be both humble and grateful for your help when he finally comes round. dont get me wrong, he’s still a bit of a prick but at least he says thank you for saving him before he demands you kiss all his booboos and ouchies.

nonnie i am having a stroke. i was trying SO hard to just pick one but i COULDNT because i am WEAK for hurt and comfort.

theres a reason i have a tag that literally says “i have naughty hands and no self control”

someone needs to stage an intervention

got something you wana talk about? send me an ask or a dm! im always game to talk about our favorite curious menace 💚💜

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shespeaksinsongs · 3 years

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You Are My New Fear | Letters To My Mom

TW: MOMMY ISSUES, MENTIONS OF DEPRESSION, SUICIDE, AND ANXIETY.

Me in my game room at about five years old.

I wish somebody would have told me that that smile I used to slather onto my face so effortlessly would soon become something I forced. I'm not sure if it would have made a difference, but it's best to be prepared in any case.

"What's your biggest fear?" My elementary best friend asked, kicking her feet giddily under the table. We were still too little to reach the floor.

"Drowning." I'd say, with a panicked look on my face, growing pale at the mere thought of dying that way.

"What are you most afraid of, hija?" My dad asked on our regular morning car rides to school.

"Drowning." I'd say, without even thinking twice. The answer was almost prepared, seeing as how casually it rolled off my tongue.

"What's your biggest fear?" My friend asked in the comfort of her room, watching as I shifted uncomfortably in my spot on her bed.

"Becoming my mother." I'd say wishing that drowning was the most of my worries.

I don't know when my default answer of drowning to death switched to the terrifying idea that I would, one day, become my mother. Still, somewhere along the lines, those little moments that I would suck up to my mom and gift her pretty pictures I spent hours working on and picking daisies from my backyard for her turned into scheduling my crying for nighttime when everyone was asleep.

Slowly but surely, I became uneasy about the idea of marriage, fearing that I'd only ruin it and become a wife like my mother. The idea of having children scared me to the point where I felt I would rather sacrifice my own happiness so that my children wouldn't have to live to see the day I turn into my mom.

Because in my eyes, my mom is a monster. She's not the kind of monster that has big, sharp teeth and scary yellow eyes, and a menacing growl. She's the kind of monster that you would never suspect. She's the bloody hand, but you were the accomplice. She was the screwdriver, but you were the loose screw. Sure, she hurt you, but you let yourself be hurt by her - so really, whose fault was it?

My mom is the kind of monster that uses your vulnerability against you in the worst way possible.

"I'm just not feeling good right now. I feel like I'm dying, and I feel tired all the time." My sixth-grade self, awkwardly positioned in the passenger's seat, turning my head away from my mom.

"Well, you know we care about you." My mom said, stoic in her demeanor and ultimately still in how she held her body up.

It was a day I'll never forget. She picked at her fingernails and anxiously tapped the gas pedal, waiting for me to be done talking about my emotions so she could drive back "home."

Warm tears stung my eyes, forcing their way down my face in slow streams. "You don't get it, I-" I stopped, knowing it wasn't worth it to try to make my mom understand feelings she'd been adamant didn't exist.

"Ay, don't be so dramatic." My mom said, waving her hand up to dismiss me and my silly ideas. She was right. I wasn't depressed or anxious, and I definitely didn't look for any excuse possible to threaten suicide against myself. My mom said so.

I don't know why I kept running back to her in times of need. Maybe it was my dream version of her that I relied on to justify my ever-growing love for her. Feasibly, it was the person I wanted her to be. And perhaps, just perhaps, my expectations of her drove me to the point where I'd convinced myself my mother was the person I saw when I closed my eyes at night.

I remember telling her things, spreading rumors I'd heard about people in the family, hoping that it would make us closer. The things I did just to make her happy...

"Mom, I'm trying my best!" I cried on the floor, cleaning up the mess my new puppy had made. She'd pooped and peed all over the kitchen. I was exhausted, previously knocked out in my bed, when my mom called me downstairs, screaming for me to get my ass down there.

"No, you're not! You never try! You're useless! I should've never had you!" My mom yelled from the bottom of her heart (or lack thereof).

Tears welled in my eyes for the millionth time because of my mother. This wasn't the first time she'd wished me dead, and it sure wouldn't be the last time. "Mommy, please just leave me alone and let me clean up." I begged, letting broken sobs come out of my mouth. I wanted to hurt her, and I wanted to hurt her as bad as she hurt me.

My mom refused to leave, yelling at me, watching as I piteously scraped my dog's contents off the wall.

It's sad that the only good memories I have of my mom are those I couldn't participate in. Instead, I have stories of her youth and how caring of a mother she used to be when I was a baby - conveniently so far back that I can't remember it. It pains me more knowing how she was before she had me, her firstborn. If she were this way her whole life, would I take it so personally?

Am I dramatic for wishing I had a mother who could hug me back when I hugged her? Am I a selfish and pathetic bitch for feeling envy when I see how my friends' moms act with them? Why can't my mom love me the way she loves her? Why does my mom have more pictures of her first niece than she does of me? What did I do to her?

"Mommy, mommy! Look!" I said, running up to my mother, holding my report card in the air like a shiny new toy - all A's.

"Nice job, Fio. I'm so proud of you. You're doing great. Keep it up." My mom said softly, pulling me into a warm hug. Somehow, that was all I needed - that's all I wanted. It really is a shame that that memory is fake.

I have plenty of other fake memories that I store in my head, letting the (also fake) backstories take over my mind when I go to sleep. For one of them, I was romping around on an old swing set, one that made little squeaky noises whenever I swung too high.

Somehow, I lose control of the swing, and my mom comes rushing up to me, worried and begging for me to tell her how she could help. I don't know when or how she got there (my dad was usually the one to take me to the park), but what I do know is she's exactly who I needed there at that moment.

So many real memories I have of me needing my mother most, waiting for the day she would actually turn up in one of them. She was always the first to pick me up in school lines. She was always at my open houses. She attended every grade promotion I had. But she was never there. It was all a facade. She'd said so herself that she craved being the all-star mom, the one who'd win several gold medals if there were award ceremonies for that sort of thing.

Her perfectionism is what makes her corrupt. She has spent my entire life telling me what to do, how to do it, scolding me for not doing it the way she imagined me doing it in her head.

She refused to seek help when that's all I wanted her to do.

"What do you want for your birthday, hija?" My dad asked, glancing at me while keeping his eyes fixed on the road, humming along to a Christmas carol playing on the radio.

"Honestly, dad?" I asked, only twelve years old, my green eyes twinkling in hope.

"Whatever your heart desires." My dad said in a goofy voice, making me smile.

"I want Mom to get help." I said sadly, hoping my dad would agree and push the idea upon my mom.

My mother went to therapy for four months. My dad had to pay her every session for her to go. In my mom's life, money has never been an obstacle. Her father was a middle-high class socialite in Venezuela who worked in engineering and oil companies. Her mother, who passed away of Leukemia when she was twelve, spoiled her rotten until her very last breath.

Eventually, I became mentally sick to the core. Writing and singing, my two favorite things in the world, became hobbies, and life had lost its zesty twang. Little things like music and the people I passed on the street that waved "hello" at me became nuisances. My mom "gave up" her therapy so I could get help.

I still wonder if she did it for herself or for me.

A few times a year, I get asked what my biggest fear is. Sometimes it comes up in conversation. Other times I create the question, not thinking about the consequences if people answer with "Spiders, yours?"

Each time I get asked, I take a deep breath and lie. "The dark." I say now, the idea of death by sea sounding more of tranquility than a travesty.

I look back at the old pictures I have of myself, a smiley and shy little girl who was afraid of nothing and everything at the same time. To her, I ask, "When you have nothing to lose, why be afraid?"

Me, with my baby doll at age three. I loved taking care of her. I used to take her everywhere with me.

#open letter #dear mom hlbutterfly #hlbutterflyoriginal

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dionnaea · 3 years

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Could you possibly write Mikasa x fem reader? I absolutely love that women. Also just wanted to add that your writing is amazing <3

Only Fools Fall in Love | Mikasa x Reader

pairing: mikasa ackerman x reader

warnings: hanahaki disease, angst, character death

wc: 1.9k

a/n: this turned very sad. i am sorry. (and thank you!!)

flower key: columbine: foolishness; arborvitae: unchanging friendship; heliotrope: eternal love, devotion; pink camellia: longing; carnation: women, love; yellow hyacinth: jealousy

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You didn’t know how it had come to this. How a small crush had turned into an infatuation had turned into love. How you had managed to get yourself into this ongoing situation, and how you were ever going to get yourself out of it.

But now, trapped between the forest floor and a beautiful woman, you weren’t concerned about any of that. All you had on your mind was the sensation of Mikasa’s soft lips on yours and the desire to touch her further.

You had already been out here for at least thirty minutes, and it was well past midnight at this point, but you didn’t care. So when Mikasa began to pull away, you placed a hand in her hair and tried to bring her right back in. To both your disappointment and expectation, Mikasa sat up anyways, her thighs trapping your own between them. It wasn’t surprising that she was the one to end things. She always was.

“I…” She looked away, not willing to face the emotion in your eyes. “I can’t do this anymore.” Words escaped you, and you simply stared until she spoke again, shattering your heart with one short sentence. “It’s over.”

You were silent, knowing that this had been coming for quite some time. You had expected it, even wondered if it would happen tonight, but that didn’t keep the pain from hurting any less. You didn’t want to, God, you didn’t want to, but you forced yourself to accept that this was the end as she reached a hand down to help you up. You did your best to ignore the way her hand felt in yours, the way her warmth seeped into you and blocked out the chill of the night air. As she began to walk towards base, you stayed frozen, dreading what was about to happen.

Mikasa glanced back for a moment, but seeing your face, she turned her head quickly and continued down the path. You knew she knew. She was well aware you had the disease, and she knew she was the cause of it. So why did she keep coming back? But then again, you asked yourself the same thing.

As soon as Mikasa was out of sight, you dropped to your knees, coughs rippling up from your chest. You felt the petals before they left your mouth, and when they fell to the brown dirt, a part of you wanted to laugh at how pretty they looked. Columbine, marking your foolishness with purple and white. Yellow Hyacinth, reminding you of your jealousy. And pink Camellia, the one that hurt the most as it travelled up your windpipe, teasing you for the longing you so deeply felt.

Tonight, though, you noticed another color, sprayed along the petals in droplets. Red, the color that told of your demise. You knew it had gotten worse, you could feel the roots implanting themselves in your lungs for weeks, but you didn’t expect this. You stopped and stared, holding your breath and watching as blood fell from your lips and seeped into the dirt. There was no one else to blame but yourself.

You hadn’t tried to be so obvious, but everyone was well aware of your crush on Mikasa, including the girl herself. For the most part, she kept her distance from you, attempting to be polite in her own way and let you down easily. So when she asked you to meet her behind the dining hall after curfew one night, you didn’t know what to think.

You approached slowly, hesitantly, nervous for what Mikasa would say to you. Turning the corner, your eyes widened in shock. Mikasa was bent over, something pouring out of her mouth as she choked. Petals, you realized as you stepped closer. Petals of Arborvitae and Heliotrope flooded out of her mouth and fluttered down to the ground.

You rushed to her side, calling out her name in a panic. Her body shook, and when she finally stopped coughing, she looked up at you with wet, desperate eyes. It was disturbing, seeing Mikasa, the strongest woman and fighter you knew, in such a pitiful state. She forced herself to stand up right, hands still trembling, and as she spoke, her voice was strained and raw.

“I need your help.”

Easily, you agreed, knowing you would do anything for her. But as she said her next words, you froze.

“I’m in love with Eren, and I need to be in love with you.”

“What?” You recoiled, stepping away from her, confliction stirring in your stomach. The word love mocked you. “I… What?”

Just as it was clear you had a crush on Mikasa, it was clear that she had a crush on Eren. She followed him around like a lost puppy, meeting his every need without concern for her own wellbeing. At first, you just felt annoyed at their interactions like pretty much every other soldier who witnessed Mikasa’s lovesick stare, but soon, that annoyance turned to jealousy, even a slight anger at Eren for not appreciating what he had rested in your mind.

Your eyebrows furrowed, and you shook your head, searching Mikasa’s eyes as you tried to figure out just what she was thinking. Like always, though, she was unreadable, steel grey glassy from tears but just as unrelenting. “Mikasa, I don’t understand. Of course I want to help you, but… Just, can you please explain?”

She bit her lip, a nervous habit she had never revealed before. For a moment, you got lost in the way the skin turned from pink to red. “I’m… I’m dying. I can feel it getting worse every day, I can feel the roots and thorns piercing my lungs.” It took every ounce of strength you had to not reach out and hug her right then, instead letting her keep talking until she was done. “And Eren…” She ran a hand through her hair, gripping the strands as if to choke them out. “Well, everyone knows Eren’s not in love with me, and I know that he never will be. He doesn’t even realize that I see him as more than family.”

She was right. Eren had always made it apparent that she was like a sister to him, usually introducing her as such to new recruits. After about the third time it happened, you had taken note of how Mikasa’s hands had clenched into fists, the only indication that it bothered her at all. There was something that always pained you about watching it occur, though, like you knew Mikasa herself was hurting, too.

She paused to see what you would say, but your thoughts were moving too fast to actually process anything. “Um, I still don’t understand, really.” You could tell she was getting frustrated that you weren’t following, and you worried that she would take it all back if you said the wrong thing.

“Look.” Her hand dropped from her hair as she took a deep breath in, gathering her patience as best she could. “I know you like me, Y/N. And, I think I could like you, too, with time.” Your heart stopped. “You’re pretty, smart, and talented in the field, and I really can’t find anything wrong with you.” It was blunt and lacked any sense of romanticism, but it was Mikasa saying this, so your face bloomed with heat anyways. “I think… No, I believe that you could cure me. We just need to fall in love.”

In the moment, you didn’t really see a downside. It seemed easy enough, and you’d get to be with Mikasa which was exactly what you had been craving for months now. But what you forgot, and ultimately what turned into your fatal flaw, is that love is never easy.

Blinded by your rose-colored glasses, you agreed without hesitation, sending you to your doom with complete confidence.

Once she heard the ‘yes’ slip out of your mouth, Mikasa’s lips were on yours. It was awkward and clumsy, and when she pulled away, her expression was bashful, a bit embarrassed. You were sure you looked the same.

“Sorry,” she muttered. “That was my first kiss.”

“Mine, too,” you confessed.

It was bittersweet sharing your first kiss with Mikasa for you knew she had kissed you for a different reason than why you kissed her back. It was to prove something to herself, to force herself to jump into this so-called solution and not look back, and even though you knew that was the truth, your lovesick heart managed to convince you otherwise.

From that night on, Mikasa and you met in secret almost every night, discovering small clearings in the forest or simply sneaking into the other’s bed once the other girls were asleep. It was a dangerous game, but it was one you were happy to play. Sometimes, you even felt like you were winning.

But on the nights that you lied in bed alone, your mind wondered if you had made the right choice. Sure, after a month or two, you noticed that Mikasa looked at Eren less and spent more time with other people, seemingly enjoying herself, but that time was never spent with you. Instead, even as you and Mikasa became closer in private, her public persona around you never changed. You were still the crushing girl staring longingly across the dining hall and never getting a glance back. Mikasa tried to tell you that she thought keeping it a secret made it more special, but you knew it was a lie. You could tell from how her eyes darted away when you whispered sweet things and how she always crawled out of bed first, preferring to be warmed by her sheets rather than you.

Nothing brought you back to reality more, though, than when you accidentally said ‘I love you.’ It had been a couple of months since you had started this arrangement with Mikasa, and things had seemed to be going well for the most part. She appeared happy when she was with you, and that night she had brought you a carnation that she found on her trip off base. As she tucked it behind your ear with a small smile and found your eyes with her own, the words had slipped out before you could stop them.

Even the crickets seemed to be silent as Mikasa stared at you. Her lips had parted in surprise, and her hand was stuck midair, on its way back to her side from your hair.

You scrambled to fix the situation. “Uh, um, I don’t know why I said that.” But as you spoke the words, you knew it was a lie. You knew exactly why you told her you loved her, and it was because you did. Wholeheartedly, unabashedly, and without fear of the consequences. But now, seeing her struggle to find an acceptable expression to wear and response to speak, you wished you could take it back, swallow the words from the air and never speak them again.

“Y/N…” She wouldn’t meet your gaze, and you suddenly began to hate yourself.

“It’s fine,” you decided, choosing to lie to both you and her in hopes of protecting your fragile reality. “Just… just kiss me again.”

And she did, and you kissed back. But once you were through, and Mikasa took her leave, you found yourself starting to choke, air unable to enter your lungs. In a desperate attempt to empty your chest of whatever had infected it, you coughed.

And Columbine fell to the floor.

#mikasa x reader #mikasa ackerman x reader #mikasa ackerman #attack on titan #attack on titan fanfiction #hanahaki disease #mere writes

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thatgirlonstage · 3 years

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I'd be very interested in a ficlet about the Witcher daemon AU you messaged me about a while back, if that's something you ever meant to actually write out. 👀👀👀 If not that, then, hmmm, some soft geraskier, maybe with this sentence from a prompt list that went around: "Is that my shirt?"

I got too into writing Sad Jaskier Hours + puppy therapy and the length got away from me but here is that inciting scene I talked about, in full prose

(And now that I’ve done this one scene I feel freer to do more stuff in this AU, so more later possibly)

Witcher & HDM fans please forgive me my lore sins, I have only seen the Netflix Witcher and I haven’t read HDM in like over decade, so please hand wave any wrongness as crossover changes

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The words still stung.

They felt physical, still crawling over Jaskier’s skin like ants four days since he had come down the mountain. Whenever I find myself in a pile of shit, it’s you, shoveling it. He half expected to wake up to them tattooed across his arms like the mark of a pariah. “Stay away from this one. No one who knows him wants him around.”

Geralt was prickly and stubborn and rude and what friendship Jaskier got from him came quietly. It came in his perfect recollection of all the stories Jaskier told him, no matter how inconsequential or how much he professed to be annoyed by Jaskier’s prattling. It came in those rare, sardonic smiles Jaskier had gotten better at drawing out over the years. It came in his acquiescence to let Jaskier wash his hair whenever they could afford hot baths, in the yellow-eyed glare he sent anyone who tried to cheat Jaskier at cards, in the way his shoulders would relax and he would start humming along under his breath when Jaskier practiced music by their shared campfire. It came in the softest press of lips against his forehead, when Geralt finally came back from Yennefer’s the night after the djinn and thought Jaskier was asleep. Until the mountain, Jaskier had thought it came in the lack of any serious objection to his presence, in the way Geralt seemed to take it for granted that they would travel together for a while each time they ran across each other. Now, he was starting to wonder if he had misunderstood. He was starting to wonder if he had misunderstood a lot of things, and only imagined others.

He poked listlessly at his fire. His lute sat with his pack, untouched for a week. Kazia, his daemon, perched on a fallen log opposite him, preening her feathers for lack of anything else to do. Even she had been almost entirely silent the last four days, making none of her usual songbird chirps as she and Jaskier made their lonely way back—Jaskier wasn’t even sure where he was going. Away. That was all. Away.

Some rustling in the woods made his back stiffen. He tossed another log on the fire, hoping to deter whatever was out there. It had been a while since he’d camped this far out in the woods without Geralt to scare off anything that stalked the nights. He’d been so unable to face running into Yen or Geralt or even the gossip about them back in town that he’d just struck off into the wilderness. Hopefully that piece of stupidity wouldn’t be enough to actually kill him.

He held out a finger for Kazia, and she hopped onto it. He deposited her on his shoulder. “Fuck him, right?” he asked. Despite his best effort he found no flippancy to put into his voice, only bitterness.

“He didn’t mean it,” she said. “You know he didn’t.”

“No,” Jaskier said. He poked the fire, flipping over a log, sending a burst of sparks skyward. “I wish he didn’t mean it.” He leaned back, careful not to jostle Kazia on his shoulder, bracing his palms on the ground. Tilting his head up, he could see the light of a few stars, just managing to poke through the canopy. “I tried,” he said, and hated the crack in his voice. “I’ve been trying for so long but— what else could I have said? What else could I have done?”

She nuzzled her head against his cheek. “I don’t know, Jask. Maybe nothing. I’m sorry.”

He kept staring up at the stars. Silence fell again, Geralt’s final terrible words scraping him raw.

Witchers didn’t have daemons. When people said they felt nothing, had nothing human left in them, they pointed to that fact. You couldn’t possibly be human without a daemon. Even the likes of elves and dwarves had daemons. Witchers were monsters in the shell of something that had once been human.

Jaskier thought that was a load of horseshit. He hadn’t wavered on that point. Geralt had his own fears and feelings and wants like anyone else. Jaskier was just beginning to believe he might have misinterpreted what some of those feelings were.

He nudged Kazia to get off his shoulder and pulled his blankets up. Blankets, plural, because his own had proven woefully inadequate for the mountain and Geralt had, with a grumble, come over in the middle of the night to the miserably shivering Jaskier and dumped a thick, scratchy wool blanket over him, and when Jaskier had protested, Geralt had said it wasn’t cold enough for him to need it, and then Jaskier had forgotten he had it before he fled. Gave him a blanket, and then a day later screamed for fate to get Jaskier out of his life. Jaskier hadn’t quite managed to parse that yet. It hurt too much to look at.

“Do you expect me to keep watch?” Kazia quipped. “I can hear something moving around out there. I don’t like it.”

Jaskier curled his hands around the blanket, tugging it around himself. “Hopefully the fire is enough to scare it off,” he said. “I need to sleep or we won’t be able to make any progress tomorrow.” He turned, a little petulantly, on his side, facing away from Kazia. “It’s not like I can do anything if something decides to come eat us, even if I am awake.”

He heard the flutter of her wings as she took off into the low branches of the nearest tree. “Sleep lightly all the same,” she told him.

Jaskier didn’t respond, tugging his knees up to his chest, closing his eyes, and willing the world to disappear for a while.

Kazia’s frantic chirping woke him with a start.

“Jaskier! JASKIER! Jaskier WAKE UP!”

He blinked his eyes open, squinting in the dim light of the dying embers of the fire, and found himself staring directly at a giant white wolf.

He shot up and back in instinctive terror, hands scraping against rocks and roots. “Geralt—!” he squeaked, on reflex, and felt his heart twist somewhere beneath the terror as he remembered no Witcher slept beside him. Kazia was fluttering frantically around his head. He stared at the wolf. The wolf stared back.

It was a gigantic thing, its shoulder probably higher than Jaskier’s hip if he were to stand next to it. It was white from head to toe, shining like a ghost in the firelight. Its eyes gleamed yellow, a misplaced pang to Jaskier’s heart. Something about it felt off, not-quite-a-wolf, almost as if it were a daemon, but that didn’t seem right either. He wondered for a moment if it were a mage’s daemon — out here apparently alone as it was — but that wasn’t right either. He’d met Yen’s daemon, a sleek black feline thing with four eyes and two tails. He’d known it for daemon instantly, despite its strangeness. This wolf just seemed not quite right, somehow. He tried and failed to place it in Geralt’s endless bestiary, and came up blank. If there was a monster that looked almost exactly like a wolf but wasn’t one, Jaskier hadn’t heard of it. At least it wasn’t eating him. Yet.

He stayed frozen for a long few minutes, he and the wolf just staring at each other. Kazia landed on his shoulder, puffing herself up as much as she could, her claws digging in just shy of breaking skin. He tried to calm his thundering heart. Maybe the wolf would just go away. Maybe it had smelled what meager rations Jaskier had left. Should he make a go for his saddlebags and toss his last piece of salted beef at it? Would it attack him if he moved?

The wolf did not leave, nor did it attack him. Instead, after a long enough pause that Jaskier was afraid they’d be stuck at this impasse all night, it ducked its head and whined. It shifted forward, almost cautiously, as if it wanted to avoid spooking him. It snuffled around his feet, at his blanket, and whined again. It took another step closer. Then, to Jaskier’s terror, it butted its head into his chest.

Jaskier inhaled sharply, quickly, trying not to hyperventilate. The wolf whined again, one ear flicking. It moved its head back and butted against him again — not with any force, just pressing its head into Jaskier. It reminded him of...

“Do... do you... want... pets?”

His voice sounded hysterically high in his own ears, but the strained tone didn’t seem to scare the wolf. It butted into him again and whined emphatically, almost a quiet howl. Very, very tentatively, Jaskier lifted one hand and, telegraphing his movement so the wolf could pull away, gave the wolf a quick little scratch behind the ear.

The wolf gave a little huff and — of all fucking things — wagged its tail. It whined and turned its head into Jaskier’s hand, so Jaskier gave it a longer scratch this time. He could still feel Kazia’s heart thumping a million miles an hour, but her panic had abated somewhat. She hopped off his shoulder and onto his head, letting him lift his other arm to pet the wolf’s side. Up close, now that Jaskier could focus on something besides just size and eyes and teeth, the wolf seemed nearly pitiful. It was far too skinny beneath its fur, with mangy patches here and there. He caught sight of a line of scratches across its haunches. One eye looked crusty and swollen, as if it were infected.

“Poor thing,” Jaskier murmured. “Did you get left all alone too?”

The wolf howled, a low and piteous sound. It butted its head against his chest again and pressed into him. Jaskier wrapped his arms around the wolf, taking comfort he hadn’t wanted to admit he was craving in its solidity and warmth.

“Jask...” Kazia took off from his head again. “I don’t know if I like this. I thought she was a daemon at first but she’s not. I’ve never been mistaken about that before. I’ve never even heard of anyone being mistaken about that before.”

“She?” Jaskier leaned sideways, peeking between the wolf’s legs.

“That’s not the point!”

“I know, I know.” Jaskier leaned back from the wolf, getting another look into her face. “You’re... not a daemon, are you? You can’t be, you wouldn’t have come up and asked for pets if you were a daemon.” The wolf looked back at him, her gaze almost too steady for mere animal intelligence, but she didn’t speak, and no one jumped out from behind a tree to strangle Jaskier for molesting their daemon. “Where’d you come from, huh?” he murmured. The wolf only whined and pawed at the blanket where it had pooled on Jaskier’s lap. “You want to sleep with the blanket and the fire, I bet. I don’t blame you, it’s cold out there tonight.”

“Jaskier!” Kazia wailed. He looked over and shrugged helplessly at her.

“Do you want to tell the giant wolf to go off and mind her own business?” he hissed. “If she were going to eat me, I think she’d have done it by now.” He looked back at the wolf, one finger still idly scratching behind her ear. “You promise you’re not going to eat me?” The wolf huffed, blowing in his face. Jaskier, for the first time since he’d arrived at that godforsaken mountain, laughed. “I think she’s telling me I’d taste bad,” he said to Kazia. “You’re probably right,” he confided in the wolf. “I haven’t had a proper hot bath in two weeks.” The wolf huffed in his face again.

Kazia fluttered down to a nearby branch, and then again to the log she’d been on before, and then up near the wolf. The wolf looked at her, her gaze steady. Kazia landed on the wolf’s head.

“Kazia!” Jaskier yelped, but the wolf went still, and then let out another very quiet howl. Jaskier felt Kazia soften, saw her feather down smooth.

“Oh,” she said. “She’s so sad.” She looked up at Jaskier. “I still don’t know what she is but— I’ve never heard a sound that sad.” Jaskier’s fingers curled into the wolf’s fur. He leaned forward, resting against her shoulder.

“That makes all three of us,” he said. “A fine group of sad, lonely outcasts, hmm?” He shifted, trying to spread the blanket so the wolf could lie on some it without leaving Jaskier cold and exposed. Kazia took off again, landing back on her perch on the branch. “Here,” he said to the wolf, patting the blanket. “You can stay the night with us, if you want.” The wolf’s tail wagged again — just a brief lash back and forth — and then it turned itself in a circle, settling down against Jaskier’s side.

He was not going to cry for how all the times he had wished Geralt would lie down beside him, to keep him warm in the night. But he curled a hand in the wolf’s fur and let himself be lulled by her quiet breaths. “You know,” he mumbled, just on the cusp of sleep, “if Geralt did have a daemon, I bet she’d look exactly like you.”

After breaking camp the next morning, Jaskier got barely a hundred paces before he found the carnage.

The graveir’s throat was torn out — arduously, ripped along the edges, its thick skin snagged again and again until its head was all but severed from its body. It smelled of rot, its fingers were bloody, and it had white wolf hair sticking out of its wounds. The wolf gave a quiet whine when Jaskier froze at the sight of the thing. He glanced down at her, back at the graveir, and back at the wolf.

“Did—” He swallowed thickly. “Did you do that?” he asked. The wolf looked up at him and barked once. She stalked over to the graveir, growling at its body. Jaskier felt suddenly very faint. He steadied himself against a tree. Kazia flitted around his head, concern radiating off her.

“That thing got so close to our campsite,” she said. “Way too close.”

“Yeah,” Jaskier said, not quite hearing himself. “Yeah.” He shook his head. “Hey,” he called the wolf back over, and gave her a scratch behind the ears. “Good girl,” he told her. “Very good girl.” He looked up at Kazia. “I think she ought to come along as long as she wants to.” Kazia flitted down to land on his shoulder, puffing herself up territorially.

“As long as she understands that I’m your daemon.” Jaskier almost smiled, and tickled a finger over her head.

“Don’t worry, you’re still my favorite, Zizi,” he teased. He glanced down at the wolf again. She was smiling, her tongue lolling out of her mouth. She was clearly enjoyed the scratches. “Thank you,” he said, quietly. She howled in response, that low, piteous noise from last night, as if she dared not be any louder. Jaskier stood back up, hefting his pack, shifting the lute case against his back. “Right. I am not spending another night almost getting eaten alive, so let’s try and find the road again today.”

He traipsed off through the woods, leaving the mangled graveir behind him, Kazia flitting about his head and the mysterious wolf loping along at his side.

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(if it’s not super clear, that 100% is Geralt’s daemon. the conceit is that in this world part of becoming a witcher is being severed from your daemon, but Geralt’s escaped after that happened and she’s been wandering the wilderness. she’s lost a lot of herself, which is why she can’t speak and it’s iffy how much she understands, but she still remembers the smell of her lost human :’) and hopes that Jaskier can lead her back to him)

#the witcher #geraskier #answers #my writing #jaskier #fluffyblue-artnwriting

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armysantiny · 3 years

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NCT Dream: Their s/o is passionate about working out

Pairing: ot7 x gender neutral reader // NCT (Dream)

Genre: fluff, humour, headcanon

Includes: going to the gym, teasing, watching a drama, workout schedules, bribing with coffee, exhaustion,

Word count: 1.59k

Warning: I swear like, once or twice lol, Chenle’s one talks about dieting for a moment

Rating: PG

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An: I had fun writing this lol. I would pay good money to watch this happen irl- members under the cut! Oh yeah - @alicanta77 more Jeno!

마크 (Mark)

Something about Mark tells me that he’d be kinda chill about it? You know?

As long as you’re enjoying it, he’s happy

And you’re getting healthier for yourself, so nice!

Flirty (or attempts at flirting lol) comments whenever you come out of the shower

And then you suggest going to the gym together

Not that he doesn’t want to

But he’s seen your workout routine

Safe to say this boy is intimidated

“Wait, wait, wait - go with you?”

Mark doesn’t mind working out

In fact, it’s quite relaxing

But he knows you’re very strict with your sets

He will be sore in the morning if he tried to keep up with you

Tries to bribe you with coffee-

Doesn’t work and you (lightly) drag his arse to the gym

Safe to say he is tired when you two get back

You get out of the shower and you can see this guy knocked the fuck out on the sofa

Let the teasing begin~

Poking at his chest and giggling when he pulls you into his chest

“Markie~ you’re not tired already, are you?”

Doesn’t reply, but sleepily smiles and ruffles your hair

Soft :(

런쥔 (Renjun)

Oh God, this is going to be fun

Renjun doesn’t really go to the gym unless he has to, or really wants to

So he doesn’t mind that you enjoy going to the gym

Bettering yourself, good for you, you know?

But dear God when you mention that you want him to join you

Yeah...good luck with that one

Will come up with every excuse under the sun

This mf really tries pulling the ‘I’m a foreigner, I don’t know Korean that well’ card on you

Like he doesn’t know how to speak Korean- (probably better than you too lol smh)

You kinda just deadpan him and he drags himself to get ready

Whining! Every! Single! Second

From start to finish I swear, Renjun complains constantly omg

When you two get home, the sigh of relief he lets out is loud

“Come on Junnie~ it wasn’t that bad!”

“Babe, I am going to die - how will you make this up to me?”

You come out of the shower after he’s already done and find him pretending to be asleep

“Well, if you’re asleep, I guess I’ll watch the new episode on my own”

Gets up immediately

No way you’re watching it without him

“Oh? I thought you were dying? Looks like you’re fine now~”

Rolls his eyes but he’s smiling

Hugs you and you two catch up on your drama

Cute :(

제노 (Jeno

Considering Jeno seems like the kinda guy to really enjoy working out, I think he’d really like that about you

Like, you’re his gym partner and his romantic partner, what’s there not to love?

That’s probably how you two met each other-

Loves comparing your workout schedules

This time though, Nono wanted to give your workout routine a go

“Are you sure baby?”

Not that you didn’t think he could do it, you just didn’t want him to be too sore to practice the next day

But he’s stubborn lol, and you just oblige

It’s honestly so cute

You’re not even halfway done and he’s already starting to have second thoughts

Thing is, you made it seem easier than it actually was

Obviously you’re feeling a burn from working out, but Jeno is struggling

Takes multiple breaks before you’ve had your first break

You get home and Jeno is already feeling the effects

Laughs when you tease him about it

“How...how do you make it look so easy?”

“Practice~”

Denies that he’ll be sore in the morning and you just shake your head

You wake up in the morning and dear God he can’t move

“Don’t say it...”

“Say what? That I told you so? Okay, I won’t~”

동혁 (Donghyuck)

Oh Imma enjoy this one

As much as Hyuck loves that you enjoy working to better yourself

Do not get that man anywhere within 10ft of a gym

Literally only goes to work out when he has a schedule

Otherwise, you’ll never see him suggest going

So to who or whatever possessed him to jokingly suggest that he should join you in the gym

This guy has some choice words - possibly some swearing involved, who knows?

His dramatic ass will literally put on some over-the-top denial when he sees the smile on your face

Hyuck knows that smile

“Come on hyuck, it won’t be that bad!”

“Oh but it will. Y/n, do you want to kill your boyfriend?”

“Oh stop whining you~, you only have to do it just this once~”

You have to bribe him with his favourite food before he even considers going

And even then, it takes him forever to get ready and go

You’re already on your way and he still tries to weasel his way out of it

Because holy shit your workout is intense

Is dying

Remember when fullsun here had to carry Jeno and he screamed because Jeno was taking the piss out of him?

Yeah - he does that

This mf really tries asking you to carry him when you get home

You do it anyway-

When you carry him bridal-style, he wraps his arms around your neck and ‘swoons’

“My knight in shining armour~”

Cue rolling your eyes at him, but smiling because you love this man too much to be annoyed

Gosh he’s a brat child sometimes but you love him

재민 (Jaemin)

Heyy, 1/2 of my Dream biases, let’s go!

We’ve all seen Jaemin reveal his abs right?

This man is fit-

So obviously, he does work out a fair bit

If not with you, then definitely with Nono

But let’s be real-

Jaemin is literally the least competitive person ever - if not just for NCT

Cannot and will not compete for anything even if his life depended on it

So when you ask him if he wants to join you on a workout session while you’re about to sleep and he agrees-

You’re surprised

Then again, he’s just so tired (poor bby) that he’s barely registering what you’re saying

Until you remind him the following day

Sighs as he drinks his first of many coffees he’ll have

He wants to try and weasel out of it

But you’re giving him puppy eyes and oh gosh you’re adorable oh noo

He can’t say no :(

When ou two start, oh good lord his respect for your dedication increases tenfold

You do this five times a week?

His body hurts in ways he didn’t know he could hurt

Hits you with his ‘sexy~’ when you get out of the shower

Pretends to take pictures of you

“There we go! My star model show me those angles!”

Laughing fits

Even if you’re both sore (Jaemin more so), y’all are so cute

Gimme this please

천러 (Chenle)

Okay Daegal’s dad you’re up next!

I feel like Chenle really encourages you to keep up with your workout schedule

Probably helps with the dietary requirements that come along with it

Supportive boyfriend over here

We live to see it

Enough getting sidetracked, let’s continue

You’d be sitting together for breakfast and its workout day

This man’s curiosity gets the better of him and he asks if he could join you

He’s always been interested in exactly what exercises you do to stay is such great shape

When you go into detail, Lele kinda sits there wide-eyed for a moment

Granted, he works out too to stay healthy but damn your workout is intense

No wonder your body is as muscular/toned as it is

Be he would be lying to himself and you if he said that it didn’t intimidate him

You could probably throw him with little effort-

When you two do get to the gym, oh dear God is Chenle already exhausted

How do you manage to keep up with it?

Scratch that - exhausted doesn’t even begin to describe how he feels

You get home and Chenle is just...dead

Takes a shower and refuses to move once he gets in bed

Prepare to drag his ass out of bed the next day - he aint going anywhere

지성 (Jisung)

This is going to be interesting! Also 2nd Dream bias!

Of course, since Jisung hasn’t revealed his abs, we don’t know exactly how defined he is

But I think it’s safe to assume that Jisung is pretty well built

And he finds it really cool that you’re so dedicated you are to your workout routine

But dear God this kid doesn’t want to work out if he can help it

As much as he loves you, he would be a dirty liar if he said that you don’t intimidate him from time to time

You could probably bench press Jisung without thinking about it

Okay - I’m exaggerating, but you get the point

Kinda like Hyuck, whatever possessed this kid to ask you if he could join you must of had it in for him that day

You smirk, he realises what he just said and starts backing up

“Wait, wait, wait - let’s talk about this!”

“Uh uh, you suggested it JiJi. Come on, it won’t be that bad”

He kinda just goes -_-

Not bad? Not bad for you, you mean-

Does anything - and I mean literally anything - to get out of it

When you aren’t buying it, he deflates and joins you

Is going through it by the time the two of you are halfway

Send help lol

You get home and he’s like “Yeah - never doing that again.”

Help this child lol

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peachyteez · 4 years

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second chances ≫ DAY FOUR, BROKEN PROMISE.

as a feral wolf hybrid that was violent with all of the employees assigned to him, seonghwa was subjected to be put down. however, jiyu being the softhearted feral hybrid nurse she was, she decided to save seonghwa no matter what.

PART OF THE HEAVEN SERIES

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✧ notes: just for reference, i pictured hwa with his light brown hair from inception/thanxx hehe

back。| next。

“please don’t fall asleep out here, i really can’t carry you back.”

seonghwa lazily opened an eye to stare up at jiyu. “then call someone to help,” was all he said before he shut his eye again.

true to her word, she took seonghwa out to their facility field the the next day. residing in the shade of a huge tree, seonghwa laid on his back, crossed his arms underneath his head, and closed his eyes. it was a tranquil experience for him.

jiyu, who was sitting next to him, slightly pouted. “what if i just left you out here?”

“we both know you don’t have the heart to do that,” he softly snorted.

her pout grew deeper. he was right, she really wouldn’t leave him out here on his own. looking down at the hybrid laying next to her, she took in his peaceful and relaxed expression. she’s never seen him look so at peace before—he was always tense and on guard.

“my eyes may be closed but I can feel your stare,” he mumbled. “am i that interesting to look at?” a small smirk spread across his lips.

jiyu slightly scoffed. “who knew the quiet park seonghwa would be so cocky,” she teased.

tearing her eyes away from seonghwa, she looked up at cloud–dotted sky. the phone call from the previous day still plauged her mind. she did everything to try to forget—she even watched cat videos until 3 AM. which was a mistake since she slept through all of her alarms and woke up ten minutes before she was suppose to leave for work.

seonghwa cracked an eye open and turned his head over to peer up at jiyu through his light brown fringes. for whatever reason, jiyu didn’t seem like herself ever since yesterday. sure she smiled, but the smile never reached her eyes.

it surprised him. usually, he didn’t really give a care about the humans that looked after him in the facility. maybe with the exception of the man named yeonjun, but only because he dyed his hair in a vibrant yellow color that would catch anyone’s attention. but he would catch himself observing jiyu whenever he could.

he sighed. “you’re frowning again.”

“hm?” jiyu seemed to snap out of whatever trance she was in and returned her attention back to the hybrid laying next to her. “did you say something?”

“i said you were frowning again,” he repeated as he sat up. now the two were sitting side–by–side under the shade of the huge tree. “you’ve been frowning a lot lately.”

jiyu’s eyes slightly widened at his comment. he’d been observing her? she mindlessly flicked the dirt specks off of his hospital gown shirt with a breezy chuckle. “i have been, huh,” she murmured. “sorry if it bothers you.”

now it was seonghwa’s turn to frown. “i never said it bothered me,” he defended. “if anything, i’m curious as to where that smiley and peppy caretaker from a few days ago went.” although he was smirking, he was pretty worried about her.

jiyu lightly punched his arm with a small pout. “she’s still here. just troubled with some issues—”

“jiyuuuu!”

interrupted by a very familiar voice, jiyu turned towards the running puppy hybrid and braced herself for impact. “beomgyu, wait—”

but the impact never came.

instead, she felt a pair of arms wrap around her and she was pulled out of the way. feeling her back come into contact with a hard chest, she looked up with surprise to see seonghwa glaring at poor beomgyu while protectively holding her against him.

beomgyu squeaked and hid behind the tree from seonghwa’s intimidating glare.

jiyu snapped out of her shock. “oh no, no, no, gyu. it’s okay,” she gently cooed to the scared hybrid behind the tree.

she gently patted seonghwa’s arm. “don’t worry, he may be energetic, but he’s harmless. i promise,” she sheepishly reassured. “you can let go.”

giving her an apprehensive look, he slowly unwrapped his arms from her. he watched as she slowly went behind the tree to try and calm the shivering puppy hybrid. beomgyu was his name, right?

jiyu squatted next to beomgyu, who was laying huddled up against the trunk of the tree while hiding his face in his arms. his ears were flat against his head, a sign that he was terrified. “gyu, it’s me,” she gently patted his head. “don’t be afraid.”

beomgyu peeked up. “h–he was s–scary...” he whimpered.

“i know, bub. but that was because you came out of nowhere screaming. it probably scared him,” she reasoned. “but he won’t hurt you, okay? you can stay with me if you’re still scared.”

beomgyu hesitantly unravelled himself out of his huddled form and with jiyu’s help, stood up. “s–soobin was with me...” he mumbled as he looked down and fiddled with his fingers.

jiyu furrowed her eyebrows and looked around. “soobin? then where is he?” she asked. coming around the tree, she saw seonghwa focusing on a bush. seeing the bush slightly trembling, she put two –and–two together. “seonghwa, stop glaring at the bush, you’re scaring the poor bunny,” she gently scolded as she made her way towards the bush. beomgyu stayed glued to her and nervously glanced at seonghwa.

squatting and parting the bush leaves, she found soobin in a protective huddle position, similar to beomgyu’s. soobin’s long, white bunny ears covered his eyes and he even covered his eyes with his hands.

“binnie,” she gently called out to the shaking bunny. “don’t be afraid, seonghwa won’t hurt you or beomgyu, okay?”

soobin removed his ears from his eyes and he peered at her through his fingers. “pinky promise?” he squeaked and extended his pinky towards her.

jiyu nodded with a smile and linked her pinky with his. “pinky promise.”

soobin slowly stood up from behind the bush, showing his full height that made seonghwa’s eyes slightly widen. the boy was practically a six–foot giant bunny.

soobin and beomgyu, despite being heads taller than jiyu, hid behind her and peeked out to glance at the sitting wolf hybrid. it was an amusing sight—beomgyu peeked around her left side while soobin to the right.

“seonghwa, this is soobin,” she gestured to the bunny hybrid, “and this is beomgyu,” she gestured to the puppy. “they’re harmless, so let’s not glare or growl at them, deal?” she asked, although there wasn’t really room in her tone for seonghwa to protest.

seonghwa’s intimidating stare morphed into one of curiousity as he nodded. looking at their scared forms, he figured they really were harmless. his tail calmly swayed from side–to–side.

jiyu gently nudged soobin and beomgyu from behind her. “it’s okay, go on,” she encouraged.

beomgyu was the first to slowly approach the wolf hybrid. clutching his tail to help him calm down, beomgyu sat by seonghwa. the two sat in silence for a moment before beomgyu broke out into a grin. “wah! he really is harmless!” he chirped to soobin, who was still standing behind jiyu.

jiyu chuckled at seonghwa’s surprised expression before rubbing soobin’s back. “see? everything’s okay,” she gently said. “wanna go sit with them?”

soobin nodded and slowly shuffled towards beomgyu and sat next to him. now it was seonghwa and soobin’s turn to stare at each other for a moment before soobin’s tensed form relaxed and a tiny smile spread across his face.

jiyu let out a breath of relief that she didn’t even realize she was holding in. seeing the three slowly opening up to each other warmed her heart.

but what made her genuinely smile for the first time in two days was seeing seonghwa smile.

a small smile was on his face as he conversed with beomgyu and soobin, and it was a sight to see. who would’ve thought that the “intimidating and violent” park seonghwa, or so everyone claimed, possessed the most adorable smile?

an hour eventually passed with the three talking as if they’ve been best friends their whole lives. well, it was more of beomgyu talking whilst soobin and seonghwa nodded along as they tried keeping up with the hyper boy’s words.

jiyu chuckled as she watched. she felt her phone vibrate in her white coat pocket. fishing the device out, her smile dropped seeing the person calling.

her dad.

quietly stepping away far enough from the three hybrids, she picked up the phone with a shaky breath. “hello?”

“jiyu, you didn’t send me your candidates last night,” his firm voice answered. not even a “hello”.

jiyu looked down and clenched her other hand into a fist. anger and sadness coursed through her, but she knew better than to blow up on the man.

“sorry, things were hectic yesterday,” she coldly replied.

“was it really, or are you just delaying?” he asked. “i seriously don’t understand why you decided to follow your mother’s footsteps.”

“and that’s a bad thing?” she shot back. it pissed jiyu; her father sounded apathetic, and perhaps even condescending, when he referred to her mother. did he not care for her anymore now that she was gone? “do you not care about her? why do you sound so disgusted?” her voice wavered from her emotions.

“don’t you dare say i never cared, jiyu!” he warned. “everything i’m doing now is for you and your mother.”

by that point, jiyu was trembling from the anger. “are you listening to yourself right now?! do you really think mom would be proud of you if she were still here?! you’re practically playing god in my life!”

“jiyu, we’re not having this discussion again,” her father said with finality. “send me your picks by tonight or there will be consequences.”

and he hung up.

jiyu stood there, frozen speechless. her emotions were all over the place—she didn’t know if she wanted to scream or cry. she was confused, and a mess. the arm holding her phone went limp against her side and she stared up at the sky again. what did i do so wrong to deserve this? she felt her eyes water and she closed her eyes to compose herself.

unbeknownst to her, the three hybrids overheard bits and pieces of her phone call. beomgyu slowly approached her and nuzzled his head in the crook of her neck. soobin and seonghwa stood a little ways back.

“are you okay?” beomgyu asked with a saddened gaze.

opening her eyes and craning her neck down to look at beomgyu, she softly smiled. “don’t worry, gyu. i’m okay,” she reassured as she reached up to ruffle his hair.

but anyone could see how red her eyes were. anyone could tell she was hiding her sadness.

seonghwa stomped over to stand in front of the two. he bent down to match jiyu’s height and stared at her straight in the eyes. beomgyu scrambled back to soobin after feeling seonghwa’s strange aura.

“stop lying.”

jiyu’s eyes widened. “what?”

“stop lying that you’re okay,” he firmly repeated. he knew that he was overstepping his boundaries, but at this point, he didn’t really care. “anyone with half a brain cell can tell you’re not okay. if you want to cry, then cry. how can you take care of hybrids when you can’t take care of yourself first?”

soobin and beomgyu stood and watched with shock at seonghwa’s outburst. jiyu didn’t know what to say. she looked down at her shoes as she felt the tears return to her eyes after hearing seonghwa’s words.

seonghwa sighed. “i know i’m overstepping my boundaries, but seeing you lie about being okay—”

he heard a sniffle. and then another.

peering down further, he realized that jiyu was crying. her eyes were squeezed shut, but the tears were still leaking through. small sobs wracked through her body.

“i–i didn’t mean to make you cry—”

soobin and beomgyu immediately rushed to her side and nuzzled their heads in the crook of her neck and on her head. frankly, none of them have ever witnessed her cry, so they were clueless on how to help. they just followed their animal instincts.

“n–no, it’s n–not your f–fault,” she said in between sniffles. she lifted her head up and gently wiped her tears away. “i g–guess i kind of n–needed to hear that,” she tearily chuckled. “i never really told anyone besides yeonjun about my problems. no one can really help anyways, so what’s the point in trying to confide in someone?”

she looked at seonghwa and a small, grateful smile made it’s way onto her face. “but thank you for caring. it means a lot to me,” she said. she couldn’t describe how much she meant those words.

seonghwa’s face may have slightly softened from her words, but the nagging voice in the back of his head never calmed down. clearly she was bothered by something—or rather someone, judging from that phone call. so why was she hiding it and claiming that no one could help her? just what exactly was happening to her?

feeling a hand on his head, he snapped out of his thoughts and saw jiyu reaching up to gently rub his head. he took note of her red eyes. “now look who’s frowning,” she teased. “come on, i need to bring you guys back inside before the nurses freak out.”

she escorted them back to their respective rooms, seonghwa’s being the last one. entering the key code, his door automatically opened and jiyu gestured him in with a smile. “well, that’s all for today. let me know whenever you want to go out again and i’ll take you, okay?”

seonghwa nodded and stepped into his room before turning back around to face jiyu.

“...i’ll be here.”

jiyu cocked her head at his words. “huh?”

“i’ll be here...if you want to talk. only if you want to though!” he shyly offered. his head and ears drooped and he played with his tail out of embarrassment. he’d usually never do this for someone—go out of his way to help. he didn’t know why, but he felt as if he could trust and put his guard down for jiyu. he peeked up through his bangs, waiting for a response.

jiyu’s eyes widened out of surprise before she softly grinned. not a big smile like he was used to seeing, but it looked a little more genuine. “thank you, seonghwa,” she said. “i’ll be sure to keep your offer in mind.”

the moment seonghwa’s door shut, jiyu’s smile dropped. despite his comforting words, she was still conflicted and scared. she’s already accepted the fact that she may never understand her father’s motives, but sometimes, she wished she had some closure.

but that wasn’t the only reason for her gloom.

from the beginning, she knew she shouldn’t get too attached to the hybrids she took care of. that was the one thing she promised herself; to not get too attached otherwise it’d make leaving harder.

but promises are meant to be broken. and this one was no different.

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kurlyfrasier · 3 years

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Favorite Girl

Dean x Reader

Synopsis: The boys and Bobby are back from a hunt you convinced them to go on while you stayed home, sick with a fever. They struggle to not wake you up and Bobby worries Dean has the hots for you.

Word Count: 1687

Warnings: none

Bobby and the boys stepped out of their respective vehicles, each caked in dried mud and blood from head to toe as Bobby’s driver door creaked in protest, closing it shut. The hunt was simple, but without you there with them to make sure they didn’t do anything terribly stupid… Well, they came back alive, and really, that’s what mattered. They had each decided it was best not to prove you right. So-much-so, they took a blood oath to keep silent about it. ‘It’ being nothing you needed to know about.

Bobby’s keys jangled as he took them out of the door lock, cracking the door open to see if you were awake. Sam and Dean’s tired feet dragged on the porch behind him.

“Shut up, you idjits!” Bobby whisper yelled over his shoulder as he noticed you curled up on the couch with your favorite blanket. His stomach dropped. He had no idea why you weren’t in your room and that worried him. Could you not make it up the stairs? Did you feel worse than when they left a few days ago? He silently berated himself, knowing he should’ve stayed. His gut had told him so, but you had convinced him you’d be okay. That killing monsters was more important than you. Well, it was about time you were proved wrong. Maybe the next time you were sick you’d actually let your surrogate father of the past five years take care of you.

“Why?”

“What’s wrong?”

“Is she okay?” Sam and Dean- not getting the hint to stay quiet- tried to push pass Bobby to check on you.

“Heck if I know!” He whispered impatiently, the boys faces turned to him in alarm. “She’s asleep on the couch,” he answered before they could ram through the door.

“What do we do now?” Dean slumped, wanting to wash all the grime off, but didn’t want to wake you up. When they left you were puking, had no voice, and was running a fever of 101.2*F.

“Grab the hose, boys.”

“The hose!”

“It’s freakin’ cold out here, Bobby!”

“Yes,” Bobby stared them down, daring them to cause a disturbance one more time. When they didn’t, he continued. “You wanna get clean, don’t ya? Well, I’ll grab the soap and you two grab the hose and hook it up out back. Quietly.”

Both boys nodded in unison, doing as they were bid.

The door creaked long and high-pitched- like a dying cat, Bobby thought as he slowly stepped into the house. Scowling, he couldn’t help but think that he needed to buy some WD-40 next time he got supplies for the house. You didn’t stir as he closed it shut behind him. But the moment he took the first step across the room you mumbled, curling up tighter in your blanket. He instantly froze, one foot mid-air as he waited for you to greet him. When none came, he released a breath he hadn’t known he was holding. As quietly and quickly as he could, Bobby grabbed the soap, decided to get towels, and headed out back.

“Okay, as much as I know you boys would like to see me naked, it ain’t happenin’. So,” Bobby grabbed the hose from Sam. “Strip and I’ll spray you off.”

“Now Bobby, I think Sam and I can handle-”

Bobby sprayed hard, fast, cold water straight in Dean’s face. “I’m sure you can, Dean. I just wanna make sure you’re both thoroughly clean before stepping foot in that house with my daughter.”

“Daughter!? She’s only been around five years!” Dean half shouted, a little shocked to hear the man say it out loud. He knew Bobby saw you as a daughter, just like he knew Bobby saw Sam and himself like sons. But it meant more trouble for Dean if Bobby ever found out he was secretly falling for you.

Okay, that was a lie, he admitted to himself. He had already fallen for you. Hard. And leaving you at Bobby’s to fend for yourself was the hardest thing he had ever had to do. Even harder than when you had gotten scratched by a werewolf, taken by a djinn, or stabbed by a demon. At least then he had something to kill and could patch you up afterwards. But you being sick? Something so...normal. He was helpless as you tossed and turned, barely able to sleep. He could only hope you weren’t any worse than when they left.

“Yeah. And she’s my favorite kid too!” Bobby sprayed Sam to stop his chuckling. “Now I’m playin’ the father card here. You two strip- Dean! No need to strip completely naked, keep them boxers on!”

“You said-”

“I know what I said, boy. But that don’t mean I wanna see your- you know.”

~~~~~~~~~~

Now thoroughly cleaned and shivering, Sam and Dean headed back up to the house.

Bobby finds the boys arguing about who was going to carry you to bed. Sam already changed, while Dean was still in a towel.

“Idjits,” he whisper-yelled, causing the boys to turn around. He motioned for them to come closer and they did, both with a questioning gaze. “Sam, you carry y/n to bed-”

“What. Why Sam? Why can’t I carry her?” Dean argued while Sam stood with his arms crossed, smiling smugly.

“Because Dean,” Bobby glared at him. “You’re still holding a towel around your waist. How do you expect to carry her upstairs?”

“W-well,” he sputtered. “I’ll change.”

“Sam has already changed. Plus, I don’t want you touching her. I’ve seen the way-” He stopped to glare at Sam’s smug face. “And what are you waiting for. The longer you take to get her to bed the more likely it is we’re gonna wake her up. Go!”

“Oh, y-yeah Bobby. Sure,” Sam almost stumbled on his way back to you. Swiftley picked you up, blanket included with one hand behind your shoulders and the other under your knees as he lolled your head on his shoulder and headed up the stairs to your room. Leaving Dean to fend for himself. Not that he would’ve helped anyway.

“Oh don’t look so despondent, Dean.”

“Wha-,” he feigned ignorance. “I am not despondent.”

“Doesn’t matter. Stay away from her. You look at her like a lost puppy and that doesn’t suit well for me. Besides, who knows what kind of disease you’d give her.”

“Disease!? Bobby. I am clean, thank you very much.”

“Yeah, yeah. Look, if I see you so much as shake her hand, I will stab you.”

“B-bu-but Bobby, we’re family,” Dean stuttered, knowing Bobby really would make good on his threat.

“That may be so, son. But she’s my favorite. If anything happens to her. If you ever hurt her-”

“I would never. She’s my favorite too, ya know,” Dean said quietly.

“I know,” Bobby answered. Walking away from a surprised Dean he threw over his shoulder, “that’s what worries me.”

“What was that all about?” Sam asked when Bobby was out of sight.

“Nothin’,” Dean breathed out.

“Okay,” Sam shrugged. “I call the couch.”

“That’s fine,” Dean paced back and forth, glancing up the stairs anytime he got close to them.

“Fine? No fight for it?” Sam chuckled.

“Yeah, you can have it,” he replied, grabbing clothes out of his duffel by the couch.

“Wait. What are you gonna do?”

“Uh, change. Yeah, I’m gonna go change,” he nodded before sprinting up the stairs.

“He’s gonna kill you…” Sam whispered before lying down.

~~~~~~~~~~

Dean, now fully clothed, cracked your bedroom door open, scrunching his face when it creaked before tip-toeing in. Clicking the door shut, he waited with bated breath for Bobby’s footfalls. Hearing nothing, he released it with a victory pump. His head snapped in your direction when he heard you mumble incoherently.

“Y/n?” He whispered, a quaver in his voice as he knelt down next to you. Lifting a hand he checked for a fever, tucking a few strands behind your ear. Relief swept over him when you didn’t feel like a fire pit. Carefully, he lifted the covers and climbed in bed next to you, wrapping an arm around your waist, and placed a featherlight goodnight kiss on your cheek before tucking his own head on the pillow, facing you.

For some reason Dean felt as though you would disappear any second if he didn’t stay close. Hunting without you those past few days were torture. Plain and simple. He couldn’t think straight without you there and he made rookie mistakes. Almost got all of them killed for it too. If you had been there, you would’ve noticed the vamp hiding an arms length away before it attacked, pushing him into the mudpit. Then Sam and Bobby jumped in to pull the vamp off of him. If you had been there, that vamp would’ve never had time to sound the alarm and none of them would’ve been covered in mud.

Never again would he leave you to fend for yourself. Never again would he leave you behind, just to worry about you. Never again. Even if you were at a safe place.

“Dean,” you whispered, shaking the arm on top of you. “Dean. Hey, Dean!”

“Mmm,” he mumbled, eyes still closed.

“Dean.”

He mumbled, still not moving.

“Dean,” you pushed his chest- hard- causing him to roll backwards. His green eyes opened wide with panic before he thumped onto the floor.

“Ugh,” he groaned and sat up as you tried muffling your giggles. “Somebody must be feeling better,” he rasped.

“What were you doing in my bed?” You asked before you could stop yourself. It wasn’t that you minded him cuddling with you, but you were just starting to feel better so it was safe to say you were probably still contagious. “And how’d I even get to bed? I was waiting up for you guys when I fell asleep.”

“I wanted to make sure you were okay,” he shrugged. “And Sam carried you.”

“That was nice of him,” you smiled sweetly.

“I wanted to but Bobby wouldn’t let me,” Dean pouted.

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

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ichorizaki · 4 years

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truth or dare! ━ b.k.

꒰ ❛ genre ❜ ꒱ — fluff, crack-ish

꒰ ❛ pairing ❜ ꒱ — bokutō kōtarō x gn!reader

꒰ ❛ warnings ❜ ꒱ — vulgar language, mentions of alcohol, drunk!reader, bo being a lovely dumbass<3

꒰ ❛ word count ❜ ꒱ — 1.8k

˚ ༘ˀˀ ꒰‧⁺ a text from sol — ✎ˀ my first fic !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!! no thoughts, head empty, just exclamation marks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! happy bornday to my bobo bb<33 + mia [ @samuthots ] wanted me to tag her so i am doing so n e r v ou s l y-

-`,✎ synopsis! ; ♡ drunken confessions of love aren’t always received well, which was why bokutō kōtarō was surprised that his crush had reciprocated his feelings.

Bokutō Kōtarō knew how to handle his liquor well. He was an athlete after all, so it was only natural to be one of the few somewhat sober people among a sea of absolutely shit-faced college students. He didn’t know why Kuroo invited him to this godforsaken party. It was something along the lines of someone knowing somebody who knew somebody. Though he may be a little slow in certain areas, he wasn’t dumb enough to not realise that it was just an invitation to another frat party.

He would much rather be somewhere else at that moment. Maybe somewhere with his best of friends where he could get absolutely hammered and let loose with no inhibitions at all. Sure, he loved crowds but not ones that were too drunk to even hold a proper sentence. His wish was granted by none other than the same person who invited him to the party and also left him on his own (on accident or not, he didn’t know).

So there he sat in a circle, playing a mashup game of Truth or Dare and Spin the Bottle with his beloved friends and a very, very attractive you. There were several drunken people in the circle, some that he didn’t recognise, but he didn’t need to complain when he was sitting right across you.

Your name is the only name that set his heart on fire and made his stomach perform weird flips. Your smile is the only smile that made his face flush pink and stumble over his sentences. You were the only one who could make him nervous just by being there because you were just that stunning to him.

Akaashi always had the prettiest friends, but you were the one that stood out to him. Finding out that you were an angel both inside and out was pretty much one of his greatest accomplishments in the history of everything.

Everyone in his inner circle was well acquainted with his hopeless crush on you. New Instagram post? Screenshotted and sent to his group chat to fawn over you. Double-taps the picture countless of times like as if he could give more than one like. But comment? Oh, he could never. You smiled at him in the hallway on the way to your class in the next building over? Screams at his group chat over how adorable you are with his heart ramming dangerously against his rib cage. You guys bumped into one another on campus? He’s never going to wash that shirt because it made contact with you.

He knew next to nothing about you besides your major and that you were Akaashi’s friend. He should probably ask you on a date, but he was too scared because you two were practically strangers. But then again, he wouldn’t know if he didn’t try, but–⁠

“Earth to Bo!”

He forced himself out of his little reverie and stared back at an even more flushed you. How many drinks have you had?

“Dude, did you not hear Y/N?” Kuroo snickered teasingly. “Too busy daydreaming about them when they’re literally right in front of you? C’mon, dude.”

“Kuroo, shut your whore mouth.” He flipped the bedheaded male off.

“Bo! Eyes on me, I asked you truth or dare!” Your words, albeit slightly slurred, came out as a cute little whine that sent his heart pacing at an alarming rate. Wait, you asked him? His eyes looked down at the unopened bottle of Coke with the tab pointed at him. “Bo. Truth or dare?” You repeated once again.

“Uh . . truth!” He stammered, which garnered giggles from a slightly drunken Akaashi and the rest of the group.

“Okay!” You exclaimed cheerfully with a childlike grin on your face. How could you be so cute? “Truth—do you wanna kiss me?” Does he want to WHAT?!

“Wait– dare.”

“Eh . . then . . then . . I dare you to kiss me!”

“You– huh!?” His brows furrowed, lips jutting outward in a confused pout as he tilted his head to the right ever so slightly. Of course he wanted to kiss you. Of course he wanted to hold your smaller frame in his arms and literally steal your breath away but you were drunk. You were drunk! He couldn’t do that to you; you probably didn’t know what you were doing or saying.

“Kiss! Gimme– gimme k—iss, Bo.” Your whines were louder and they were a melody against the jarring harmony of Kuroo’s dying hyena laughter.

“Y/N, I can’t possibly do that when you’re this drunk,” he sullenly sighed. A loudly whimpered a “Why not?” with those damned puppy eyes of yours and he almost felt compelled to pull you into his laps and make out with you.

“Bokutō-san,” Akaashi, the graceful voice of reason, shifted in his spot next to him, “Isn’t this clear indication that your feelings for Y/N are reciprocated?”

“Akaashi!” It was then his turn to whine out in protest. He could still hear your drunken pleas to want to be kissed by him and how he was cheating by flouting the game. “I mean, yeah, but I’m not gonna kiss them when they’re that drunk. I want our first kiss to be memorable.”

“Bobo, that’s sweet, so let’s go on a date right now!” You cheered happily, catching him off guard as you threw your body onto him.

“Sweetheart, it’s two in the morning.”

“Time is a concept and you’re so cuddly,” you swooned, shamelessly burying your face deeper into his chest. God, you were too cute. He felt his neck burn up as Kuroo’s ridiculous laughter began to envelope the whole group in a heavy blanket.

So the both of you stayed like that for the rest of the game; him, not moving an inch so you could feel comfortable, and you, who had peacefully dozed off halfway through the game in his arms without a kiss from him.

People began to leave after lounging for a while at Kuroo’s dorm. Bokuto lived in the same building, just a few floors down, so it wouldn’t be a problem if it weren’t for the sleeping you in his arms. If he were brave enough, he would bring you to his dorm knowing that Akaashi would offer his bed for your sake. He wanted to do the responsible thing and tuck you into your bed in your dorm, knowing that you’ll be safe there, but the problem lies therein: he hadn’t an inkling of an idea where your dorm was.

You looked so peaceful in his arms that it almost felt painful for him to let you go. He couldn’t stop staring at your sleeping face, your lush lips parted the slightest bit and he could tell that you were dreaming from the way your eyeballs shifted beneath the soft skin of your eyelids. Were you dreaming of something nice? Were you dreaming of him and you, living a fantasy that would make you forget the realities of the embarrassing scene from earlier? With you sound asleep in his arms, he felt like sleeping too.

“Bokutō-san.” He looked up to see Akaashi squatting before him with all of you three’s belongings on his person. “Their dorm access card is in their bag. Their dorm is near ours’.”

It took everything in him to not scream out loud. Instead, he chose to muffle his screams and all that came out were confused, strangled noises from his throat begging for the younger male to elaborate further. All this while, you were so close within his grasp but like sand you just fell between his fingers! Well, it kinda made sense since your classes took place all the way across the campus. But still!

When Bokutō lifted you in a bridal carry as he stood up, he had his eyes on you the whole time, praying to whatever gods who would heed his call to not let you wake up. The last thing he wanted to do was interrupt your sleep.

True enough (not that he doubted Akaashi’s words in the slightest in the first place) you resided close to the both of them. You were living four doors down to them, closer to the lift lobby. Akaashi knocked on the door experimentally to see if your roommate was awake before doing anything else. Thankfully, your roommate was awake.

“No wonder Y/N wasn’t picking up any of my calls,” they heaved a sigh of relief, slicking their short dyed hair back. The tattoos that adorned their pale skin and piercings on their ears and lip would have thrown Bokutō off if it wasn’t for the Cinnamoroll pyjama top they sported. “Thanks for bringing them back. I was dead worried.”

“It’s no problem,” Akaashi answered for the both of them. Your roommate led them in and directed the two to your room, and Bokutō tenderly tucked you into bed. He went through the trouble of asking your roommate to fluff up your pillows and opening up the windows for fresh air while he removed your socks and any outer layer of clothes. He was ready to leave until he heard you mumble his name in the midst of your dreamlike state.

“Oh, so you’re Bokutō.” He turned to your roommate, unable to say anything but choke out a strangled “Yes?” On their way out, your roommate told them that you wouldn’t stop talking about him whenever you could. He would respond under normal circumstances, but he didn’t want to risk you waking up. It would be a lie if he admitted that it didn’t inflate his ego. When Bokutō and Akaashi arrived at their shared dorm, the former was able to sleep with a peaceful smile on his face knowing that his crush liked him back.

Bokutō thought he wouldn’t see you for another two days at least, so when you were so enthusiastically running towards him while he was on the way to practice the afternoon after, he couldn’t help but run towards you like a puppy reuniting with his owner after years of separation.

“Y/N!” His voice boomed like thunder in the open grounds of campus as he met you halfway.

“Bokutō-kun!” You mimicked his tone, slowing to a stop just an arm’s reach away from him. You had that energetic smile and the sparkle in your eyes that made his stomach flutter. If he was making you smile like that, he would quite literally pass out that moment. “Bokutō-kun, truth or dare?” His smile would’ve dropped to morph into an expression of pure confusion but your smile was just so addicting that his face was just mirroring yours.

“Hmm . . . let’s go with dare.”

“M’kay!” He thought it was impossible for your smile to get any wider, but he was proven wrong. “I dare you to go out on a date with me.” Now he was grinning ear to ear like a lovestruck fool.

“How does this Friday at seven sound?”

“It’s a date!”

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