#you just acknowledge them with disinterest and it makes them go away
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One of the real life ways BG3 has influenced me is that now whenever I get horrible intrusive thoughts I just think “lol ok durge” and eyeroll/cackle to myself and it actually makes them go away.
#lol hi i am mentally ill yes#I think this is actually a legitimately proven healthy way to deal with intrusive thoughts#you just acknowledge them with disinterest and it makes them go away#bg3#baldur's gate 3#baldurs gate 3#durge#dark urge#bg3 dark urge#the dark urge#intrusive thoughts
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A Touch Too Personal
Chapter 2
Summary: You had a crush on Ghost since you started working for Price in communications, but the gruff, reserved Lieutenant only acknowledged your existence on the job. That starts to change with a simple, thoughtful gift.
Warnings: Fluff, Simon is bad at processing emotions, past trauma
Imposter Syndrome is often described as feeling unworthy of good things. There’s no basis for this feeling, it’s simply a learned reaction.
It’s exactly how Simon felt after you’d given him that blanket.
He’d never gone out of his way to do anything nice for you. Hell, he barely regarded you when he dropped off his mission reports, which he now felt badly about. Being in that stuffy little office was probably bad enough, but being disregarded entirely by the people who counted on you was probably even worse.
After his most recent mission, he’d actually been too nervous to see you, and sent them in with Gaz. He’d fully intended to deliver them himself, and profusely thank you for the gift, but he had gotten stuck a few steps from your door, and aborted the mission entirely.
He felt like such a screw up, which lead him to his current predicament.
“You wanna do what now?” Soap asked as he sipped his morning coffee in the break room.
“I wanna get her a gift.” Ghost said, crossing his arms over his chest.
“Why?”
Ghost was silent for a moment, starring Soap down with his piercing gaze. “Just ‘cause,” he said stiffly.
“You mean ‘cause of your blankie?” Soap teased and Ghost’s eyes widened. “Ah man she was so proud of that thing, couldn’t wait to give it to you.”
Ghost felt his face grow warm beneath his mask. “Alright, yes. She got me a gift, it’s only proper I do the same,” he said stiffly. “What do you usually get her?”
Soap took a long sip of his coffee. “Nothin’ at all.”
Ghost glared at him. “What?”
“You heard me. She doesn’t do it for something in return. She does it for the smile, the hug, and the thank you.” Ghost felt his blood go cold. “You gave her a hug, right L.T.?” Soap asked.
Ghost stared at him for a second or two, before turning on his heel and rushing out of the break room. Soap simply sighed and shook his head.
He was awful. An Awful, stupid, heartless creature. He needed to fix this, and fast, otherwise you might never regard him fondly ever again, and such an idea was suddenly very alarming despite his general disinterest in you as of a few days ago.
You’d done something so sweet for him, and he’d responded callously. He didn’t deserve the gift you’d given him.
Now he was faced with the challenge of making things right, but he didn’t know anything about you. What was he supposed to do that would redeem him in your eyes?
Soap said you liked actions more than receiving things in return. He could work with that.
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Your fingers clacked away at your keyboard as the sun began to set, casting an orange glow through your open office window. You were sulking, hiding in your office so you didn’t risk running into him at the mess hall for dinner.
You’d finished your work an hour ago, but you were hoping if you waited until the tail end of the meal he’d be gone.
You felt so stupid, like you may as well have painted a clown face on and paraded around base telling everyone that you were a joke.
It could have been worse, you tried to reason. He could have simply not accepted it. It would have broke your heart if that had been his reaction.
With a sigh, you closed your laptop and pushed it into your bag. You could sulk more comfortably in your bunk. There was no reason to prolong your suffering in your hard-backed office chair.
Your tired feet carried you back to your room as your mind wandered. Did you really think that the Lieutenant Ghost would take an interest in someone like you? You weren’t anything special. Not like him and the rest of 141. You'd been so mystified by him that your brain had completely thrown logic out the window.
When you finally arrived at your room, there was a small, tan sticky note stuck to your door, and your brow furrowed.
My room, 20:00 -Ghost.
You felt your stomach drop. Was he mad at you? Was he going to tell you off for inappropriately giving him a gift?
You let out a sigh, shaking your head as you opened your door. You were too tired to think too long on it and instead focused on stripping your work clothes off in exchange for a comfy pair of sweatpants and a sweatshirt.
You didn’t feel like going to the mess, even though you were starving, so you threw a package of noodles into your hot-pot and called it a day.
You didn’t bother putting on your work shoes when you slipped out to meet your Lieutenant, and slid on a pair of comfy slippers.
You knocked softly at his door, feeling awkward as a group of soldiers passed you in the hallway. You couldn't help but feel as if their whispers were somehow about you as if you were now the butt of a joke.
You hated feeling so anxious, so out of place. It was as if the rest of the world was laughing at you while you, emotionally speaking, tripped over your own feet.
His door opened with a creak, and your eyes flicked up from your feet to stare at the balaclava covering his face, not quite meeting his gaze.
You both stood quietly as you assessed each other, until he moved from the doorway and gestured for you to enter.
“Rough day?” He asked, taking in your disheveled state. His eyes seemed to linger on your slouched shoulders.
“Just long,” you stated, glancing around the room. You paused however when your gaze landed on his bed.
His blanket lay neatly folded at the foot of it, and you felt your heart jump to your throat. It was clear that he had been using it.
“Price said you’ve been working overtime.”
You jumped at the sound of his voice, and the feeling of his hand on your shoulders and he pushed you to sit on his bed.
“There’s been a lot to do,” you said, situating yourself comfortably. A lie, but you doubted he cared about what you did anyway. Your work probably didn't seem very important to him.
He hummed in response, cupping your cheeks as he gazed down at you. You felt your heart stutter as his thumbs gently dug behind your ear, rubbing soothing circles all the way to your collarbones.
“Lieutenant?” You asked in confusion.
“Hmm?” He hummed, massaging your biceps with his large, calloused hands.
You couldn’t help but let your eyes slide closed. “What…what are you doing?”
“Making sure you feel appreciated.”
You felt your face heat up at his words as he pushed you to lay on your back, massaging your calf muscles, before moving to your ankles and feet.
Appreciated didn't even begin to describe what you felt.
"You do an awful lot for us. Wanted to make sure you knew we see it."
You felt floaty, a soft feeling blanketing your mind as the day’s stress melted away. You tried to stay awake, but your body felt heavy, the intoxicating smell of Ghost lingering in your nose as a result of being in his space, and before you knew it you were softly snoring.
Ghost watched you carefully, pushing a stray hair out of your face and running his gloved thumb across your cheek.
You’d looked exhausted when you’d arrived, and he was glad to see you resting, even if it was in his bed. He couldn’t help but chuckle as he scooted in beside you. The blanket was big enough for the both of you after all. You'd made sure of that.
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Really Really
Breaking news: local cryptid @quinloki was found guilty of leaving tasty treats in my ask box. Feeding the thot after midnight. I let the whoremone monster out and it was feeling some type of way♥
Man worth 3 billion berri is still a virgin, so I threw him in the blender.
Warnings: spicy; post-time skip Eustass Kid x AFAB Reader; it doesn't go all the way in :)
WC: 1.2K
inspired by this gif
Impatient.
Not a word typically used to describe yourself but after six long months aboard the Victoria Punk, the fierce Captain Kid had once again overlooked your playful flirting as he stormed to his workshop; a hint of red on the tips of his ears were the only sign he’d heard what you said.
You weren’t sure what his deal was – you’d never seen him hook up, not with anyone on the crew and not with anyone on islands the crew landed at. Sure he’d go into strip clubs or make out with random people at the bar from time to time but not once had you seen him spend the night off ship. Or seen a one-night stand stumble from his cabin.
It was puzzling.
A devilishly handsome, well-toned man like him had women and men swooning over him, flirting and spoiling him with compliments, drinks, and food to gain his favor. Kid didn’t always accept the tokens and he almost never accepted them from you. Food and drinks yes but flirting? Almost like it went over his spiked hair; a blush, smirk or scowl the only response he gave you.
It made you…desperate.
Was he really that disinterested or was there something else?
Someone else?
So you did what any rational person could do – you got Killer drunk and tried to weasel out information. But the son of a bitch was like a sealed vault, refused to give up anything about his best friend. And he teased you for it.
“D-you like him or something?” the blonde finally asked.
“I—” you stuttered, “I’m just wondering why! Does he not like sex or?”
Killer didn’t answer right away, swirling his cup before taking a contemplative sip from his straw. “It’s not that, so much as…” he took another sip, “He prioritizes his ambitions and dreams. That’s all.”
“What does that have to do with fucking?”
“Absolutely nothing. He just hasn’t.”
“…Hasn’t? As in had sex?”
Killer shrugged, neither confirming nor denying. That stunned you into silence.
“Really? A guy like him??”
“If you’re so interested in finding out – you should ask him yourself.”
“I’ve tried! I flirt with him, wear revealing clothes, he usually ignores me!”
Killer began coughing, putting his drink aside as he shuddered between suppressing laughter and trying to breathe.
“F-ff-ff- ahh no he doesn’t. He just pretends to.”
“WHAT?!”
“He’s not an idiot, he knows what you’re doing. But he won’t do anything about it since you’re his responsibility; unless you were to, well, be aggressively transparent.” With that, Killer left you alone in the galley.
Transparency.
And Kid’s known the whole damn time and not even acknowledged it. That was frustrating. So much so you decided to try again the next day and be as blunt as possible.
You knew his schedule by heart, you skipped breakfast to hide in his workshop. Wearing a short skirt and oversized sweater, you took a pair of scissors and got creative. Carefully snipping away at the fabric, you cut away at your outfit to expose your bra and panties, not quite getting naked, enough to be as blunt as possible about your intentions.
The sound of thudding boots growing closer suddenly made you nervous but you swallowed your anxiety and snipped the strap of your bra before tossing the scissors and turned away from the door.
“The hell are you doing in here? Why weren’t you at breakfast?" stunned to find you in his sanctuary, a place he expressly forbade anyone from.
You turned your head to the side with a pout on your face, “Didn’t want to eat. I want something else.”
Slamming the door shut, Kid removed his coat and threw it on the table before roughly grabbing your shoulder to face him. His face turned bright red as his golden eyes traveled up and down your body. Studying the way the slit up your skirt gave him a view of your panties, the way your breast threatened to spill over the edge of the cup of the destroyed bra.
You heard his breath sharply release from his lips, “What the…the fuck happened to you?”
You narrowed your eyes, “You did. This is what you’ve driven me to.”
He backed away from you with shock and surprise on his face, “I did what?!”
“I want to fuck you,” you walked towards him, hips, thighs, and breasts jiggling with each step, “I’ve tried flirting with you, dropped hints, given you a share of my loot, and literally hand fed you and you’ve NEVER reciprocated in any manner. So, is it me? Do you find me atrocious? Unfuckable?” your voice became gravelly from the internalized resentment and embarrassment you felt from the efforts you’d put in all this time. “Please, tell me. It’s killing me. If you don’t want me, I’ll stop. But just say something. Am I making a fool of myself for wanting you?”
Kid’s back hit the door, eyes wide as he listened to your rant, “I-wha-no! It’s not you, it’s…”
You stopped a few feet from him, so desperate to hear his answer. You could see the bulge outline in his pants.
“FUCK!” he snarled, smacking his own face to cover his flushed expression, fingers digging into his skin until deep red crescents marked him. “I’ve never had sex!” he finally confessed.
“Really?” you asked, not at all expecting that response. “But…why not? You’re hot as fuck!”
“I JUST HAVEN’T OKAY?!” he lashed out, making you step back from him, a little intimidated by his embarrassed rage. “I’ve got more important shit to do than fuck around and spawn a bunch of bastards,” he spat through grit teeth.
“…Condoms exist…”
“I KNOW THAT!”
Your hip clipped the table’s edge and you stumbled backwards. Before you fell, Kid grabbed your arm and pulled you up, in doing so you fell right into his bare chest. You could feel the goosebumps ripple across both your bodies from the touch but he didn’t move away.
“I’m sorry,” you whimpered, a bit ashamed from the confrontation, “I just needed to know if you found me attractive, at all. I’ll leave you alone.”
Still holding on to you he barked out, “Have you fucking seen yourself? Who wouldn’t be into you?!”
“Well, you? Considering you keep blowing me off,” you mumbled.
That made him laugh, “REALLY? Shit and here I thought I was being a decent Captain by not sleeping with my subordinates.”
“Really? You parroted in shock, that was surprisingly mature and unexpected. “But I’ve never seen you fuck around with anyone so I just thought—”
“Does this seem like I’m not interested?” he huffed, using his metal arm to grab your waist and pull you into him. Felt his erection against your lower belly. “Fuck me for trynna do the right thing.”
He made you walk backwards, still pressing his body into yours, “I get hard every day just looking at you. When you say cheeky shit, I have to come here and jerk off so I can fucking think clearly. You’re my biggest distraction but—” his hand ghosted up your arm to caress your cheek with surprising gentleness, “—I’ve never not been attracted to you.”
“Oh,” you hummed, still as stone to preserve the moment.
With a click of his tongue, Kid grabbed your chin and planted a wet kiss on you.
Your eyes were crossed from the feeling, lost in a haze as you felt him swing your body around until you were pushed back on top of his coat. The withdrawal of his touch brought you to reality, mouth gaping as he stood in front of you but did not initiate further contact.
“Show me what you like,” he rasped out. “Touch yourself. Teach me what to do.”
#eustass kid#what would you teach him first?#dont feed the thot after midnight#she turns into a whoremone monster#swampstew bedtime stories#eustass kid x reader#eustass kid x you#eustasscaptainkid#quinloki#sorry for being a tease though#my brain melted#in a good way
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"I have a question."
"Well, that's dangerous," Levi quips.
"Hardee har. You're so funny. You wanna hear it or not?"
He topples back onto the couch, lifting your legs up so you can place them over his knees as you lay there. The first press of his fingers on your ankle almost makes you moan, it feels so good. "Lay it on me," he says, taking the remote from the table on the side. You wiggle your toes a little, and he snorts, squeezing them each individually.
"Right. So I saw it online. If you could only have three things for the rest of your life, what three things would you choose?"
Levi flips through the channels on the screen with obvious disinterest, until it gets to some football game, which is when he sets the remote down and focuses both hands on massaging your feet. "Is this an abandoned-on-an-island situation?"
"Yes. No. I don't know. It didn't say." You double check your phone for good measure, but no scenario is mentioned.
"Obviously if it's a survival scenario one thing I want with me is a guide on how to do anything I need to survive."
"It's not a survival scenario," you clarify, rolling your eyes.
"I thought it didn't say," Levi mocks.
He's the most irritating person you've ever met. And vice versa, probably. You don't have the heart to be snappy when he's giving your soles this kind of heavenly treatment. You're so close to having a foot fetish because of Levi. Or just an act of service kink in general. He does the dishes? Ooh, baby, that's so hot, take off your pants right now.
"Okay, you're in an empty room and you're never ever getting out. You already have access to food and water and stuff. Now what?"
"Phone," Levi answers, without any hesitation.
Scathingly, you accuse, "Millennial." He only smirks, eyes still on the TV screen. You kick your feet impatiently. "Next?"
This time, he does think for a few seconds before answering, but eventually settles on: "Tea."
"I already said you have—"
"Food and water and 'stuff' doesn't include tea. And I mean good tea. None of that poorly brewed shit if I'm in a padded room Yellow Wallpapering my ass away." You open your mouth. "Yes, it's an allegory for postpartum and the patriarchy. It's just the first thing I thought of." You close your mouth, miming a zipping motion that he catches out of the corner of his eye.
"I'm surprised your survival ass didn't go all Lord of the Rings," you tease, "you wouldn't want a conch shell?"
He turns to face you finally, an amused grin on his face.
You curse out loud.
"Goddammit. You know I meant Lord of the Flies. Intellectual." The word's spit out like an insult as Levi barks out a laugh, raising your ankle a little to kiss your heel. Foot fetish. So close.
The two of you sit in silence for a few minutes after that, him watching the game and you scrolling aimlessly through different social media apps, until you realize that the full question is still unanswered.
"Hey." You poke his stomach with your foot. "What's your third thing? Don't be morbid and say a gun or something."
Levi actually rolls his eyes. "I'm not Eren. It would be a music player. With unlimited music."
For the first time, you pout at his response. Your boyfriend notices everything, but he must not notice this, because he doesn't say anything, doesn't rescind his answer or offer a better one.
In a slightly more grumpy manner, you go back to scrolling on your phone, determined to find some other question to bother him with, because it's a weekend and you reserve the right to your bother-the-boyfriend time. And you reserve the right to hear some kind of, any kind of, praise, or even a minor acknowledgement.
"You do realize," Levi cuts in, interrupting both your search and your thoughts, "that I don't see you as a thing."
There's a little flutter in your chest, because he's still watching TV, and that, for some reason, makes you all the more flustered. As though he could sense your mood without so much as sparing a glance in your direction.
"But if it was people?" he continues, and you sit up, eyes shining. "You'd be the start of the list, the end of the list, you'd be the list, brat. Does that answer your question?"
Your arms wrap around his waist, a weird twist of emotions making your stomach hurt. From the newfound tenderness in your feet to the warmth spreading across your cheeks, every mental and physical part of you is really happy you asked.
"Same." His heartbeat can be heard completely steadily in this position. "In case you didn't already know."
Levi sighs, hand coming up to rest on top of your head. "I did."
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fields of dandelions || prologue
Summary: Jake's life falls apart in less than an hour and he's left trying his best to pick up the pieces.
Warnings: Swearing, cheating
Word Count: 1.6k
Pairings: Jake Seresin x OC
Authors Note: And we're back with a new series! This has been sitting in my drafts forever and I finally found the motivation to finish off the prologue. I just think the world needs more single dad!Jake, don't y'all agree?
Thank you to my betas @a-reader-and-a-writer & @green-socks and for letting me ramble on about this!
Jake spent a good twenty minutes staring at his own house through the windscreen. He remembered when he and Sarah first bought it. A lot had happened since. And now it looked like it was all coming to an end.
Sarah was on the phone as he entered the kitchen, talking quietly as she flipped through a magazine. He shoved his hand into the pockets of his jeans, leaning against the doorframe and waiting for her to notice him. When she didn’t acknowledge his presence, he cleared his throat.
“Sarah.”
She looked up, eyes widening as she saw him. “Jake. I didn’t realise you were going to be home yet.” She ended the call without saying goodbye and Jake noticed how she chose to put the phone with the screen down.
He gave her a tight smile before sitting down across from her. “Half day. They’re running drills with the kids so Mav sent us home.”
“That’s nice. Did you pick up the boys?”
Jake shook his head. “Javy picked them up. They’re trying out his new pool.” The boys had been on their case since they found out their uncle Coyote was installing a pool in his backyard.
She hummed but offered no other answer. An uncomfortable silence filled the space, neither of them speaking. Sarah shifted in her seat, eyes darting back and forth between him and her phone.
Jake felt his stomach turn but decided to jump the gun. “I think we need to talk.”
He had expected some sort of fight, some sort of protest, so when Sarah only sighed and twisted her face in what resembled a smile, it was like a punch to the gut.
“How did you find out?” she asked, completely unbothered as she inspected her nails. She didn’t bother denying it, even though Jake hadn’t asked about it directly. But it was enough to confirm what Jake already knew but hoped he was wrong about.
Jake dragged a hand through his hair, baffled at her lack of reaction. “How did I find out? Is that all you have to say?”
“What do you want me to say?” Sarah shook her head, manicured nails tapping the table. Jake dragged a hand down his face.
“I want you to say that you didn’t fuck him. That you didn’t invite him into our house while our boys were home. I mean, what the fuck?!”
If his words affected her, Sarah didn’t show it. She twisted her wedding band round and round, her silence telling him everything Jake needed to know.
“If you’ve been unhappy -”
“It’s not about that. It’s complicated, Jake.” Sarah sighed.
Jake scoffed, clearing his throat. “Uncomplicate it for me then. Tell me why I had to find out from our son that you’ve been inviting another man into my house. How many times, huh?”
“How many times what?” she countered, staring at him. Jake could barely recognise his own wife. She didn’t seem to care that their five-year-old had seen her with another man.
“You know what I’m asking, don’t play dumb. How many times did you bring him here?” Jake pushed away from the table, unable to sit still anymore. Sarah’s disinterest only served to make him more agitated.
As if his question finally affected her, Sarah looked up at him but her face showed nothing. “Just one time. And the kids were supposed to be asleep.”
“How long?” It hurt to ask but he needed to know. How long had she been cheating on him? He could piece it together, track back to when she started to become distant but he wanted her to admit it. As if it would feel better.
Sarah pressed her lips together, hands clasped on top of the table. “Couple of months. I don’t know.”
He laughed at the absurdity of the situation. Of all the possible scenarios he had of the future when he asked Sarah to marry him after high school, this one had never crossed his mind. How had they ended up here?
“Why? Tell me why.”
She shrugged her shoulders. “I don’t know.”
Shaking his head, Jake gripped the back of the chair he vacated earlier. “Stop saying that. Tell me the truth. If the last 18 years have meant anything to you, you’ll be honest with me,” he paused, drawing a shaky breath. “You owe me that much.”
“I don’t know what to say, Jake! It’s done, okay? I can’t pinpoint the exact fucking moment, alright? One moment everything was alright and then it wasn’t. And he was there for me. Stop questioning me, this isn’t an interrogation.” Sarah spat, anger seeping into her voice.
“No. You don’t get to be angry. You’re the one that fucked up. You do not get to tell me I don’t get to ask questions.” Jake spat back, his own anger surfacing. She had no right to play the victim.
Sarah rolled her eyes, a humourless laugh leaving her. “Alright, fine. Do you want the truth? I’m so fucking tired of this life. I’m tired of staying home all the fucking time whenever you get deployed, putting my own career on hold for you. I’m tired of it all. I’m tired of you. For once, I want to do something for me, have something for myself.”
“And to achieve that you decided that cheating on me was the best course of action? Why haven’t you talked to me about this?” Jake demands all the anger and hurt clashing together.
Sarah shakes her head. “Like talking would do any good.”
He thought it would hurt more, to hear that his own wife was tired of him but all he could feel was a numbness spreading through his body.
The woman sitting in front of him wasn’t his wife, wasn’t the mother of his children. She sounded cold, detached, almost like Jake felt.
Jake scoffed. “Well, you could have said something, instead of fucking someone else. We could have tried couples therapy -”
“It wouldn’t have made a difference. And now it doesn’t matter. What’s done is done.” Sarah interrupted.
He stared at her, trying hard to remember the girl he once had fallen in love with. But she was nowhere to be found. Instead he saw someone he didn’t even recognised anymore. Sarah stared back, neither of them breaking eye contact. He knew it was the end. She knew it too.
“Are you leaving?”
Sarah lowered her gaze back to her hands. “Yes.”
“What about the boys?”
Sarah didn’t say anything. She stayed quiet, once again twisting her wedding band round and round. Jake sat down again, exhaustion seeping into his bones. “Sarah. What about the boys?”
“What about them?” She kept her eyes on her hands, refusing to meet his eye.
Jake threw his hands up in frustration. “What do we tell them?”
Sarah pulls the wedding band off along with the engagement ring he’d given her all those years ago. He could do nothing but watch as she ended twelve years of marriage right in front of his eyes. Eighteen years together, right down the drain.
She leaves them laying on the long abandoned magazine and Jake couldn’t make himself pick them up. He didn’t want to touch them. “We need to tell them.”
“They won’t understand,” Sarah argues.
“So we shouldn’t say anything? They’re old enough to understand that something is wrong. We need to sit down together and talk to them,” he reasons but Sarah seems disinterested in continuing their conversation.
“No. You can tell them whatever you want. I’m not doing this,” Sarah snaps, blindsiding him. What the fuck is she saying?
When he asks her as much, Sarah simply shrugs her shoulders, that cold, hard exterior back in place. “I’m leaving. You can tell them whatever you see fit. It’s honestly not my problem.”
Jake explodes. “You’re not even going to say goodbye? How am I supposed to go pick up our children and explain to them why their mother isn’t home? How is that fair? To me? To them?!” He wants to grab her by the shoulders and shake some sense into her.
The chair scrapes on the floor as Sarah stands and Jake follows suit, anger coursing through his veins. “You can’t just leave.”
Sarah simply levels him with a glare, challenging him to make another move. After a tense minute Sarah folds, shoulders slumping. “Fine. Pick up the boys and we’ll talk.”
“I swear to God, if you’re not here when I get back -”
“I’ll be here,” Sarah promises, sitting back down and flipping the magazine open again. The rings clatter onto the table and down onto the floor but neither of them makes an effort to get them.
As he pulls out of the driveway, Jake prays that she’ll still be there when they get back. He doesn’t believe her but at this point, he doesn’t have a choice. He chooses to believe that she wouldn’t abandon their sons. She might be tired of him, their marriage, but Jake knows Sarah loves Josh and Levi. She wouldn’t just leave. She couldn’t.
After exchanging a few words with Javy and making sure the boys are safely strapped in their seats, Jake rushes back home. He drives slower than he’d like to but with the boys in the car, he’s not willing to risk it.
Dread fills him when he pulls into the driveway. The garage is open and Sarah’s convertible is gone. After bribing the boys with ice cream if they promise to stay in the car just a little while longer, Jake jogs up the porch, heart sinking in his chest.
The house is eerily quiet when he steps inside and he berates himself for trusting Sarah to stay true to her word. Because all that is left of the woman he’s loved for eighteen years, the mother of his children, is a note on the fridge.
“Tell the boys I love them.”
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It's alright, Sunflower
Me stepping out of my hiatus to write a Kiribaku comfort fic for one of my most devoted readers here on tumblr. *SIGH* I love yall so much, it makes me crazy.
In all real talk baby, @eijiandkatspebble, I don't mind. I'm sorry that happened to you and really, I don't mind writing one. We all need some comfort from our fav best boys.
Note: Depressed reader. Nicknames like "firework", "sunflower", "sweet-pea"
GN!Reader x Kiribaku
"I think it's happening again." Peaking over the edge of the doorway whispering was Kirishima. The redhead's wide red ruby eyes blinked as they watched the still form in their shared bed. He tilted his head in worry as his eyes furrowed. "They've been like that since we left, Katsuki. I'm worried."
Peaking over as well under the redhead was the blond head of puffy hair. Red crimson eyes stared at what Kirishima was looking at. His already scowling face only hardened when he understood the situation. He had a knack for these things, but the only issue was he never knew how to deal with them. When it came to feelings and mental health, he wasn't exactly the guy to call.
Kirishima straightened up, standing back straight in the hallway of their apartment. He sighed as he put his head back against the wall. The tall prohero put a hand through his thick red locks of hair as he looked up at the ceiling. "I wish they talked to us before things got this bad." He let out softly.
With a grunt, Bakugou straightened his own posture before walking to lean against the opposite wall to Kirishima, still able to watch your barely motionless form. "You know how hard it is for them to do that." He let out in an attempt of whispering but sounded more like his normal voice volume. "They... they just..." Bakugou couldn't find the words. He gripped his head for a moment trying to think. Yet everything he thought of whenever it came to when he was in a bad slump was either toxic, unhelpfull or caused a bigger mess than it would be originally. He let out a frustrated growl. "You go talk to them! You're better at the whole comfort stuff than me." He whisper shouted at Kirishima.
Kirishima opened his mouth to try and give Bakugou some credit but he wasn't exactly wrong. Kirishima nodded. "Fine." He let out. He however paused and pointed a finger down at the blond. "But we're talking about you later Katsuki, and don't you dare try and get out of it." He shut down Bakugou before he could even get a word out afterwards. The blond frowned and closed his mouth. He grunted almost disinterested. Kirishima just let out an amused scoff. He took a step forward and placed a kiss to Bakugou's forehead, cupping the back of his head gently. The blond briefly closed his eyes at the affection.
With that, Kirishima turned and entered the bedroom the three of you shared. He smiled softly as he walked over to the right side of the bed and gently sat down near you. You were bundled up in the middle. You could easily feel the bed dip under all his weight as he sat next to you. He placed a hand to your back gently. "Hey there, sunflower." He spoke softly with nothing but care in his voice. "You still there?" He asked.
You didn't move for a moment, not knowing if you even could. With a deep breath with all your might, you moved the blankets to allow your eyes to look up at him. Your eyes felt strained at the light coming in from the hallway contrasting to the dark abyss that was under the sheets. You furrowed your eyebrows for a moment but weakly looked up at one of your partners.
Kirishima let out a soft humm as his smile broadened. He pet your head gently. "There you are. Thank you for doing that for me, sunflower." He stated, acknowledging how hard it must have been for you. "Can you talk to me for a second, sweet pea? Katsuki and I are worried about you." He told you honestly.
You looked down away from him. Your body felt so drained. Everything felt heavy and you weren't exactly sure if you could even speak loud enough for him to hear. But it was Kirishima. It was your Eijiro, who always cared to listen to you no matter how long it took.
You swallowed. "I'm sorry, Eiji." You whispered. "I don't know what happened today. I just..." Your heart felt too heavy to explain what was wrong. You sighed as a tear slipped from your eyes in tiredness but also in how drained you felt.
"Y/N, don't apologise. It's alright, Sunflower." He wiped your tear away. "We know how hard some days can feel for you. Don't worry, we understand." He affirmed for you. "Thank you for telling me, sweet-pea. That was really brave of you." He whispered down to you.
He carefully moved to scoop you up in his arms, keeping you bundled up in the blankets. He kept his strong arms around you as he kept your head against his chest. He hummed sweetly as he held you for a moment. You closed your eyes almost in pure relief that for a second, you felt warmness seep into your heart today.
Bakugou walked in with a bowl of soup. He held it safely in his hands with a spoon as he walked over to you and Kirishima. He sat on the edge of the bed, next to the two of you, holding it in his hands safely. He looked up at you gently. "I... I got soup." He let out trying his best not to sound too rough or loud for you. "I think you should eat, Y/N. You got to be strong, remember? You're so strong. You can't keep being strong if you're hungry."
Kirishima smiled at the blond. He looked down at you. You had a soft smile on your own face at Bakugou. He lifted up a spoon full of soup to your mouth carefully. You opened your mouth and allowed him to feed you gently. He had blown the soup to make sure it wouldn't be too hot for you. You could taste the familiar spicy tingle on your tongue (not too hot for you) that he would normally add to most of his food.
You swallowed and smiled. "Thanks, Katsuki." You whispered. You looked up at Kirishima. "Thanks Eiji."
Kirishima placed a kiss to the top of your head as he gently squeezed you in his arms. Bakugou huffed, his cheeks turning pink at the gratitude. He leaned forward to the both of you, placing a kiss on your shoulder.
"Anything for you, sunflower."
-Glitch1d
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COUNT DOWN TO SATVB
Good Omen
A/N: Ross. Need I say more? No, but for real. This one goes out to @abiiors .
Warnings: non, except maybe typos.
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“Will there ever come a time when you actually approve a setlist? And remain happy with it for long then it takes you to get from here to center stage?” George asked Matty, non-rhetorically.
Matty fiddled with the collar of his shirt, turning towards the full length mirror, and away from George to indicate his disinterest in having this conversation. “I don’t see why I have to.”
“Not even tonight?”
“Especially not tonight.”
Matty saw, George’s reflection in the mirror, as his friend rolled his eyes. “ I don’t understand why you’re complaining! You know who doesn’t complain? Ross.” He pointed to the couch where Ross and his girlfriend had been sitting. “You know who else doesn’t complain? Hann.”
“I’m not complaining, Matty,” George had a bemused smile on his face, “have you ever asked me to play a song that I’ve said ‘no’ to?”
“Exactly.” Matty gestured dramatically, his hands pointing in front of him, as if the obvious point that he was making hung in the air between them.
Their conversation went on for much longer, but Ross had lost the plot at some point, letting their voices fade into the background.
“Uhh….what’s happening right now?” He heard his girlfriend ask.
“Pardon? Sorry- wasn’t listening.”
“I just asked if- those two are okay?” She leaned into him, from where she’d been sitting on the arm of the couch, brushing a stray hair out of his eyes.
“Oh, yeah, yeah.” He flashed her a reassuring smile. “See, it may look as if they’re fighting, but they’re not.”
“Oh?”
“Not at all. They’re…just nervous.” Ross glanced down at his watch. “Give them two minutes. Matty’ll light up a zoot; George’ll start walking in circles around the room until you feel like he’s made you dizzy. And it’ll all go back to normal.” He looked down at his wristwatch again, springing to his feet and giving her a quick peck before disappearing out of the room.
In the bathroom, Ross gathered up his hair in a pony tail, to get it out of his face while he brushed his teeth. He’d picked up his toothbrush, but before he could find out where the toothpaste had gone, a knock on the door startled him.
“Babe?” He heard her call out from behind the door.
“Come in, come in, Darlin’”
“So, I think if you wore this shirt with the blue suit, it’d make more sense.”
Ross nodded, sticking the toothbrush in his mouth.
“You were right, by the way.”
Ross had hummed, pausing his brushing to hear her out.
“Matty did take a zoot outside, and George is walking in circles.”
His eyebrows raised in acknowledgement.
Oh, actually, while you’re standing there, let me just…” she attempted to measure the shirt against Ross’s back, in an effort to verify that it was the right length for the suit he’d planned to wear, but Ross instantly backed away.
“Oiiii! No, no, no!!” He mumbled with a mouth full of toothpaste before bending over the sink to spit. “It didn’t touch my back did it?”
The look of confusion on her face gave way to a smile once she’d realized what had happened.
“Ross- really?”
Ross’s eyes darted away, his face blushing. “Yes, really.” He mumbled. “You know how the prep process goes. First teeth, then clothes, then-“
“Kiss, then vocal warm ups, then another kiss, then bro hugs.” She listened his steps in exact order that he does them, in pretend boredom, giggling by the end. “It’s not a process. It’s a ritual.”
“I don’t care what it is. It works. Like a miracle.” He shrugged. “You remember! It was a dreadful summer evening. Your very first time coming to see us play. The threat of weather cancelation looming over us. The festival understaffed. The sound? Absolutely horrendous. I mean, those machines should’ve been retired a decade ago….there was no way the show was going to go well. But….” He trailed off, the rest of the story implied. She’d memorized it by now.
She rolled her eyes, chuckling, as she set down the shirt by the towel hanger and wrapped her arms around his waist. “But I was there.”
“You were there.”
“And you brushed your teeth.”
“And I brushed my teeth.” He echoed her, delighting in getting to hear the story, instead of telling it, for a change.
“Then, you put on your clothes, showed me what you were going to wear, and you looked so, devastatingly handsome that I simply had to kiss you right in that moment.”
Ross threw his head back, laughing fondly as he recalled the moment.
“And Matty said something about warming up with a song. You all voted. Backstreet Boys won.”
“And you kissed me again, right before we huddled up and went onstage.”
“And you do this every time? In that order?”
“Mhm.”
“And if I’m not around….”
“Still have the video on my phone.” He picked up the shirt that she’d brought him, undressing in front of her.
“Freak.”
“What can I say? You’re my good omen. There’s no reason that show should’ve been so great. Except that you were there to kiss me before we went on.” He kissed her.
“You’re superstitious is what you are. A freak.”
“And you love me” Ross yelled out and he skipped down the hallway.
She shook her head, thinking about how right he is, how much she loves him.
She’d been in the middle of a conversation with the one of the sound tech guys, about his recent anniversary present to his partner, which she’d helped him pick out. She listened as the tech guy recounted his partner’s reaction to the present, noticing, from the other end of the hall, that Ross was running in their direction.
“Babe? Can I please see you for a moment?” Ross pulled them into an empty corner for a desperate moment of privacy as the backstage area buzzed with camaraderie and opening night jitters.
Ross dipped his head, leaning his forehead against hers, his arms around her.
“You nervous?” She whispered
Ross smiled, shyly. She read him like an open book. “A touch. Yeah.”
“You’re gonna do great. I promise.”
“I know…it’s just- we’d gotten into a rhythm with the first show. Hit a sweet spot. And that was…two days ago, you know? Now this is different and we have no idea if people are going to like it. They’ve never seen it before. Not even online.”
“I know, I know.” She cupped his cheek in her hand. “I’ve seen it, though. 10/10. Would recommend.” She’d managed to make him crack a smile. That’s when they both knew he was going to be alright.
“Can we kiss now?”
How could she deny him a his good luck kiss? She had the sneaking suspicion that she could never deny him anything if looked at her the way that he did in that moment.
“Yeah, let’s kiss.” He pressed her lips to his.
As the boys gathered around, waiting to be given the cue to rush on to the stage, she watched them giggle anxiously and pat each others backs.
“Break a leg boys!” She shouted out behind them. “Have a good show”
“I am gonna have a great show. You know why?” Ross winked, “cuz you’re my good omen.”
She smiled at him, mumbling “of course.”
“See you out there?”
“You know I wouldn’t miss it for anything.”
#ross macdonald#ross macdonald fanfiction#ross macdonald fluff#ross macdonald x you#ross macdonald x reader
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CreatorAU Liyue Headcanons part 1
【summary】 — some headcanons for Liyue and the first few characters of the region. I'll be honest I don't know if these count as headcanons anymore it's just a straight up story but I'm too stubborn to change the title now so we're calling these headcanons.
【contains】 — brooding . Stalkerish? behavior . clingy genshin man . slightly suggestive right at the end
【characters】 — xiao
Liyue
Liyue is a nation ruled by the people, so their days of worshiping the gods are over.
even among those who know you as the creator, they are more likely to think of you fondly then to actually worship you.
and even that is not for your status as a god but for being the one to save Teyvat from the brink of destruction.
not that you remember that part.
There are a few exceptions though. the few who have oh so anxiously awaited your arrival.
don't keep them waiting too long.
Xiao
now your first venture into the lands of Liyue was Aided by your most lovable and reliable bard.
Venti was seeing you off as you crossed the border into the land of geo.
wishing you safe travels so that your paths may cross again.
you didn't give much thought to how he didn't leave right away, sitting by the stone gate as he started gently playing his flute. letting it linger in the air.
no you didn't think much of the sweet melody that played as you walked down the path towards the Wangshu Inn.
enjoying the sounds of the birds and the song.
what did catch you off guard was the Vigilant Yaksha that stood waiting outside when you finally made it there.
as you approached he seemed to just stare you down.
you weren't sure if he was waiting for you or if he just happened to be standing outside.
when you approached he didn't pay you any mind, just looking away as if he was disinterested.
he didn't look all that happy to see you, a stark contrast to the cheerful and eager welcome you'd had in mondstadt.
Xiao was the first one to completely ignore your presence.
it felt strange.
hesitant to try and start up a conversation with the cold Yaksha, you walk right by him to the inn to get a room for the night.
it took you quite a while to walk here and you could only imagine how far you'd have to travel to make it to Liyue Harbor.
you'd have to spend a couple of nights sleeping outside.
luckily you were prepared for that.
for this evening you'd enjoy the comforts of the inn, and then tomorrow you could head out.
the inn was nice with food and comfortable rooms where you could rest.
the next day would be your first day alone since you arrived in Teyvat.
...
or that's what you'd thought.
very early on in your journey you'd noticed the peculiar feeling of being watched
Xiao followed you from the Inn.
at first from a distance. you'd catch glimpses of him every once in a while, just watching you from somewhere high up.
but as the day went on it seemed like he put less and less effort of keeping his presence hidden.
your eyes always seemed to find him anyways.
by evening he was just walking along behind you. not a word spoken as you traveled in relative silence.
you'd settled down where you were gonna camp out for the night. going to start a fire.
as soon as you knelt down, Xiao was there beside you.
his hands brushing over yours for a moment as he took the flint from your grasp.
Xiao had the fire going within moments.
Xiao had started to get up to leave before you tugged at his sleeve. gathering up your courage to offer him to stay.
and to your surprise he did. sitting back down.
you hadn't thought this far. you truly didn't expect him to take you up on your offer. though he seemed to be sitting just a bit behind you.
you didn't waste your chance. trying to make a more comfortable atmosphere.
speaking up about whatever popped in your head, though you ended up mostly talking to yourself as Xiao just listened.
only really providing a few nods and soft grunts of acknowledgement.
you'd thought for a moment that perhaps you should drop the conversation, he didn't seem all that engaged.
but, as you had been talking.
Xiao had leaned his head onto your shoulder.
he looked so peaceful you couldn't bring yourself to break the moment.
Xiao didn't seem to notice the slight drop in the conversation.
you kept talking to him until you dozed off.
Xiao made sure you slept safe. letting you lean back onto him as the night went on.
and as you laid in his arms, he watched over you.
just as he did in the inn, just as he'd done the moment you crossed over the border.
Xiao had been so confused when he first saw you again. there you were, just as before, but it didn't seem quite right.
he heard you'd been resting in Sumeru after the battle but he didn't expect you to be so...
weak.
no. he wasn't looking down on you, but he truly couldn't help but frown when he saw the state you were in.
when he'd first met you in person, your mere presence had made him melt at your feet.
yet here you stood, barely an inkling of your divine force left. not that it was any fault of your own.
no. he'd failed.
he'd failed to protect you, failed to keep you safe.
you'd done so much for Teyvat even after it strayed from your teachings.
but he wouldn't fail again.
this time he'd keep you safe.
Xiao knew you didn't remember him, not from your time here in Teyvat.
so he'd chosen to keep a bit of distance, after all that happened he didn't deserve to be in your presence.
but when you looked up at him so sweetly, how could he deny you?
and if you chose to let him close.
then who was he to refuse?
he couldn't help but lean in to your shoulder, longing to be closer. you held the power to relieve his pain. calm his mind.
even as he didn't think he deserved it.
he couldn't help but crave your touch. the feel of your skin against his.
as he held you that night. all was calm.
【notes】 — man that was longer then i intended it to be. well Xiao will just have to get the whole post to himself. disclaimer, most of this is tired writing, i need sleep. I'm going to sleep. but I hope you enjoyed reading
#genshin impact#genshin headcanons#genshin x you#genshin x reader#genshin imagines#genshin creator au#xiao#genshin xiao#xiao x you#xiao x reader#im so tired#time for bed
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if you’re still taking requests for the headcannon ficlet
Gewis where lewis is possessively jealous of George
send me an au and i’ll give you 5+ headcanons a short ficlet about it
possessive lewis is soooooo important to me. idk if i really hit the jealousy part, but i hope you enjoy this anon :D (also they fuck nasty after this btw)
the club is crowded and loud, bass pounding against george’s skull. trying to get from their table in the back to the bar has been awful, people bumping and pushing into him, trying not to trip on feet. when he gets to the bar, elbowing in between other patrons, trying to get the bartender’s attention, he notices the guy on his right checking him out.
“hey, beautiful, you come here often?” he asks. george glances at him quickly before trying to flag the bartender down again. the guy is tall, but not taller than george, bulky and sweaty under the bright, strobing lights; he’s not unattractive, per se, but george has no interest in anything he has to say.
“let me buy you a drink,” he continues. despite george angling himself completely away, the guy can’t seem to catch the hint, leaning closer. the bartender has finally acknowledged george, so he’s just hoping he can get their drinks quickly and go.
“no, thank you,” george says, polite but firm. he shifts a bit further away and is extremely grateful for the interruption of the bartender asking for his order. now all he has to do is hold on a few more moments for the drinks to be made.
again, the guy moves closer to george, forcing him to bump into the couple on his left side. george sends them a quick smile in apology, but he doesn’t know how much more obvious he can make his disinterest towards this guy. what, does he need a bright neon sign above his head, stating “not interested. please go away”?
right as the bartender passes the drinks across the bar top, george feels an arm snake around his waist and slip into his shirt. he’s ready to deck the guy, before he feels the comforting cool of lewis’s rings against his skin.
“is there a problem here?” he asks. george can hear the steel underlying lewis’s soft voice, cutting through the heavy bass despite not being all that loud. the guy, finally, gets the hint that george is decidedly not interested and leaves, and george slumps back against lewis.
“we’re leaving,” lewis says.
“what? but i just got alex his drink.”
“he’s fine. we’re going home.”
george can recognize the tone of lewis’s voice, the slight waver that betrays his anger. he knows how lewis gets when someone else touches what belongs to him. lewis is always deeply apologetic and embarrassed in the aftermath, but george likes belonging to lewis, he always has. and he can see how the rest of the night will play out pretty clearly, a future of vibrant bruises and bite marks on any bit of unblemished skin.
“alright,” george says, letting lewis drag him through the crowd towards the exit. he’s sure the rest of the group won’t mind having to close out his tab.
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hello hi, wanna go off a bit about mori-san? whatever you want to say, just have fun~
hi :) i always wanna talk about mori!!
i can't stop thinking about the disconnect between mori and dazai that comes from mori projecting onto dazai so hard. like when they first met dazai was very much like mori - obviously much more disinterested in life but he didn't have any close human connections and was able to follow mori's commitment to the ideal solution because of it. but through chuuya and ango and especially oda, he came to develop strong bonds with people that mori simply doesn't have. and mori didn't predict that.
dazai's words to fyodor about not trusting anything you can't control could apply equally to mori. he's a chess master and the city of yokohama is the board and the mafia members are his pieces. he treats them well, doesn't carelessly throw away lives, but at the end of the day, they have a purpose to serve. and oda - he was barely a pawn. he was so underutilized. mori doesn't have the kind of relationships that would allow him to prioritize true friendship, to value people outside of their usefulness. he expected dazai to follow his logic and ultimately understand the purpose of the sacrifice.
except dazai loved oda. and oda threw a wrench in all of mori's careful planning by telling dazai to escape to the light.
because maybe, maybe, mori could've predicted dazai going off to sulk and be angry for a while before ultimately coming back to the mafia, because what else did he have in life before oda gave him a purpose? but when he first heard that dazai joined the agency, it had to be a complete shock. a slap in the face, honestly. his greatest tool, his most competent executive, the boy he trained and taught and led for four years, now part of an enemy group because of his own actions.
that had to sting a bit. not even close to enough to regret getting the permit, of course, but for mori as a person, it had to be painful.
but mori would probably never acknowledge that emotion. it was for the good of the mafia, of yokohama as a whole, after all, and that's the only thing that matters. outwardly, at least.
i think mori is a deeply lonely person and dazai was one of the few people who made a dent in that loneliness - part of the reason why elise now copies some of his personality traits. (and i could make a whole post about elise, i love her so much. elise is such a reflection of his loneliness. you don't create an entire person if you have healthy relationships and aren't a control freak, but i digress.) but his biggest failure was in thinking that dazai was equally lonely, equally alone, and equally willing to put the organization over everyone and everything.
because mori has nothing else other than the mafia. it's both his home and his prison. like he said to chuuya, he's both a leader and a slave to the organization. that will never change.
and as silly as it sounds to blame the difference between them on the power of friendship, it's the only thing that separated dazai from ending up just like mori. except dazai has a capacity for cruelty that mori doesn't and if oda hadn't told dazai to leave the mafia, i think we would've seen the results of that immediately after his death.
anyway. i'm insane about mori and dazai. i think about them so much. their dynamic is one of my favorite relationships in bsd because of the range and ambiguousness of it - it's never even close to familial, way too casual for typical boss/employee while still definitely not friendly, dazai was a complete brat to him most of the time while mori was just amused, and now there's this one-sided absolute hatred while mori holds zero resentment towards dazai so you can't really even call them enemies. there's no label for whatever they have going on. and i'm not normal about it. at all.
#enjoy my little morizai essay 🙏#''little'' as if it isn't ten paragraphs#ellie.answers#bsd#bsd mori#bsd dazai#bsd meta
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WALLFLOWER, PT.2
kyle spencer x gn! reader (pt, 1)
You were a barista that worked at a coffee shop in a more secluded area, with only a selective few of customers. You often remained in the back, but ever since you started serving a group regularly. They called themselves witches, and you somewhat believed them. Typically, being away from the world, leading to unwanted loneliness in your work place. You've caught the eye of a certain dead blonde.
!!!: none
W/C: 1.7k
IT has been weeks since your encounter with your customer regulars, and honestly, you didn't think it'd affect you this much. But there were many, many moments where you'd miss their banter echoing throughout the café. Sure, most of it was downright ridiculous and made no sense whatsoever from whatever they spurred to hold their place. It still entertained you nevertheless because they'd include you for your input, rather amused at your confused responses. You'd like to think you grew quite close to them because eventually you were even brought in their playful arguments.
They seemed to eventually like your presence as well, saying time to time that they enjoyed your shitty little café more than others. Which has grown quiet, you've begun to think that the guy that was freaking out in your café from before might've had something to do with it all. You've been thinking about the encounter of the whole thing for the time being, well, more about the ragged blonde. The guy started almost going batshit crazy when he couldn't see your face and didn't really speak well. So yeah, you'd say thinking about him was reasonable and not just you being randomly infatuated with him.
You eventually snapped away from your thoughts as you heard a ding from the entryway, shooting your head up. For a quick, fleeting second, you had hoped it would be the girls, maybe even with Kyle once more. It was just another customer, so you quickly got their order. Strange enough they decided they wanted to chat, more like flirting, but you'd pretend to be coy because honestly. You're just trying to do your job, and people like this make you want to chuck off your very own name tag and quit.
But this job was what was getting you food and your shitty apartment's rent, so you can only dream of making a scene to nobody when you quit. You zoned out for a quick minute and surprise, surprise, the jerk is still trying to woo you. Apparently, holding the bitchiest face that you could ever muster and not even staring at the guy is not a hint of disinterest. You wish the café wasn't so empty because he'd have a good reason to go away, but since he's not holding up nay customers. He can do as he pleases, and you're sure that your boss would give you hell if you yelled at a customer that the place barely receives.
As you were slowly going insane, the bell rang once more and there arrived your favorite group and the distinctive boy. They seemed to notice the guy's intentions and how uncomfortable you were, and quickly shoved past him as they ordered their usual. Then like before they made him order as they sauntered off to their seats, even Zoe went off with them. Giving Kyle a reassuring look, maybe to ease his nerves that were very evident on his features when he stood in front of you. You decided that it'd be easier for him if you just offered what he ordered from before, not acknowledging why you remembered.
“So, Caramel Macchiato, like before? If I am correct.” You held the sweetest smile which was strangely genuine in hopes he wouldn't cave into his nerves. He looked surprised that you'd remember what he got, which he struggled to tell you in the beginning. Kyle then fidgeted as he beamed at you now, his face contorting into deep thought. “No, No, I uh- don't want that. It was pretty gross.”
You lifted your brows, somewhat surprised that he spoke more naturally than he did before. Although he was still sort of sluggish with his words, you were impressed by the quick development. Is that why they were all gone? Helping him get better with his speech? The thought made you smile, “I like the speech improvement, impressive to say the least.”
Joking with him, but he seemed flattered nevertheless and just gave you a shy smile as his hands began to tap on the counter. “No caramel macchiato, then?” “Uh yeah- What would... What would you recommend?” He peered up at you, somewhat eagerly waiting for your response, a shy smile laced on his lips. You felt your face heat up lightly at his cheeky appearance, hoping to god that he wouldn't pick up on it.
“Oh, uh- well I don't really drink caffeinated beverages but just the espresso, it does it for me.” You cringed at your awkwardness, but still held a small smile to ease the conversation. Kyle looked deep in thought as he fidgeted before you, “can I get an...- Espresso, then?” His voice was light, and he spoke in a breathy tone, you could hear the smile in his voice as he spoke to you. “Yeah, of course!”
Maybe you spoke to eager? Nobody is that cheerful to make just anybody an espresso. Before you bored more insecurities at yourself, you quickly headed toward the back. Missing the eyes that pleadingly followed after you when you headed out of view, away from him. You leaned on a wall in the back, cheesing out because a cute guy was happy to see you, or well you hope.
Your coworker studied you, sighing, “you're ridiculous.” They knew of your sudden infatuation with the hesitant boy and thought it was just hilarious. And honestly you did too, you don't even know why you're so interested with him. Perhaps it's because of how he talks like he's never dated anybody in his life before, an awkward teenager. You smiled at the thought of his cheekiness from earlier and pondered as his order was being made.
You quickly grabbed it, heading out to see if he hopefully likes this one rather than the other one from before. Like he was from earlier, he waited patiently for you to come back. He looked lost in thought, before he heard your footsteps approach him, perking up. A grin reappeared on his face as he stood straighter before you, focusing on your face. It was like he was trying to remember every feature of you, scanning you.
His eyes made you feel nervous, so you awkwardly handed him his drink with a smile, avoiding his gaze. He accepted it, his fingers encasing around yours in a quick, fleeting moment. “Thank – you.” “Hope you enjoy!” You turned around, feeling the nervousness bubble within you, yet you felt so happy.
You held your face, sighing, turning back around. Jumping slightly because Kyle still stood in front of you, studying you as he drank his espresso. A smile still being held, but a worried look took place in his eyes. You didn't expect for him to still be there, since usually the customers head back to their seats. The girls were still in the back of the café, chatting away, seeming to forget about Kyle.
“Are, you- okay? I'm sorry if I uh, scared you.” He held a look of shame, looking at his shoes now, lowering the drink in his hand. “What? No, it wasn't that, you didn't scare me, Kyle. I was just surprised!” You quickly tried to reassure him, feeling bad since he looked like a kicked puppy. Your answer didn't seem to make him feel any better, but he did look back into your eyes, embarrassed.
What you were going to say now is rather a quick thought and bold, but maybe shoot your shot now before it's too late? Get hurt now rather than getting hurt later. Besides, maybe this can cheer him up, “how about I make it up to you, yeah? I can buy you, uh, coffee later when I'm off work. Unless you don't want to-” “I want to.”
He interrupted you, now beaming at you as he wore a huge smile, his embarrassment from before long gone, “yes we can, w-we..- We should!” You were baffled at his response, kind of suspecting that he would only look at you with confusion and brush it off. But you smiled back eagerly, the same as him, in sort of disbelief with your sudden confidence. “Well uh, yeah great. If you want, we can do it tomorrow, or if you even can wait for me?” Your hands felt clammy, and you felt your throat swell up as you tried to sort things out.
Hell, you were ecstatic, but your nerves were killing you. “I... I can wait for y-youuuu after work. Yes. I will be right here.” Kyle looked at you attentively, still smiling ear to ear as he struggled to get the words out. Too happy at the moment to even properly remember his speech practice that he's been working on. For you.
He begged Zoe to teach him more proper English, so he could talk and interact with you, without seeming crazy. He's been huddled up all day, working and working on how'd he'd casually talk to you like those couples in the movies. Although he couldn't see you during those days, he remembered that he could be more open with you later on. For some reason, when he saw you, he felt as if he should protect you and be alongside you. In the short moment that you two spent together, he felt safe and comfortable because you didn't look at him weirdly.
You spoke to him softly and didn't even flinch during his tantrums, he only saw curiosity and understanding within you. You have enraptured him. Not only that, but you both were drawn to one another, not even knowing really why. Maybe it was foolish to ask him on a date first thing, but the way he looks at you as you smile at one another. Makes you think, perhaps it's good that you both were being hopeless for each other.
Before you guys could say any more he was being pulled away once more from you, the girls needing somewhere to be. You couldn't really hear them, all you could see and hear was Kyle as he looked back at you. His cheeky smile still there, this time he didn't try pulling away from them. Because now he knew that you'd still be there, waiting for him, and you two would be together. You've doubted the idea of soulmates at first, but now, maybe you were the one that was wrong.
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- I literally only watched AHS Coven for him
- Frankenkyle is personally my preferred Kyle
- I was listening to cheesy 80's music writing this
- Proofread
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Thinking about Kevin walking around the hospital while his sister's eye injury is getting taken care of, Then finding you in one of the rooms all alone, vulnerable and completely high off pain killers after some particularly bad pre-period cramps. He chats with you, Convincing you he's a nurse who needs to make sure you're ok down there so he can feel you up and have his way.
KEVIN KHATCHADOURIAN - TAKEN CARE OF
WARNINGS: Oral, fingering, DUB-CON, blood fetish (the blood being period blood), gullible, unknowing!reader.
Kevin had been waiting in the hospital waiting room for hours now, sitting beside his worried father and distraught mother. He was relaxed but bored.
He was there due to something Cecelia had done, she got the some sort of chemicals in her eyes. Kevin heard her screams and called the ambulance for Cecelia, he wasn’t expecting to spend the rest of his night in the hospital.
Kevin looked at his parents for a moment, “I’m going to go for a walk.” Kevin announced, examining his father’s facial expression, he looked shocked that Kevin was going for a walk.
“Alright, Bud. Just don’t take to long.” Kevin’s father asked politely. Rubbing his forehead, stressed with the situation Cecelia had gotten into.
Kevin nodded his head and stood up from the uncomfortable chair, resting his hands in his jacket pockets as he walked off, he didn’t know where he was going but he wanted to do something fun.
Kevin was walking past all of the closed curtains that contained patient in them. Trying to peak in them to see something interesting, of course nothing there was interesting.
Kevin sighed, walking over to the vending machine and slipping a five dollar bill in it. Selecting what he wanted, then he grabbed the bag of Cheetos from the bottom of the vending machine.
Kevin leaned against the wall, his head resting back as he opened the bag of Cheetos, slowly eating the cheese puffs.
With disinterest, he threw the bag on the ground. Kicking the bag away from him to hide the evidence. Kevin chuckled, he saw a glimpse of a patient behind a curtain.
It was a girl, no older than him. He could only see the side of her face, she looked like a doll. Kevin thought for a moment, until he came up with a plan.
Kevin grabbed a discarded doctor jacket, he took off his jacket and put it on top of the vending machine. Then he slide his arms into the doctor jacket, luckily he was wearing a white shirt so it looked somewhat unprofessional. The only thing that was unprofessional was his black jeans.
Kevin shrugged, straightening the jacket out. Walking past the front desk and picking up a pair of latex gloves, sliding them on. When the receptionist turned around for a moment he grabbed a clipboard with a pen on it.
He quickly walked away with the necessity’s of a doctor. He cleared his throat before walking past the curtains. He smiled at you, “Hello, I’m Mr. Khatchadourian. I’ll be your doctor today.” Kevin spoke with wisdom.
Kevin watched as your face turned confused, eyeing his body. When he realized you were going to speak he spoke up again, “Remind me why your here.” Kevin demanded softly.
You were in a lot of pain, “I have really bad period cramps. The nurse already gave me some painkillers.” You informed Kevin, holding onto your stomach.
Kevin nodded his head, writing it down on the clipboard. “Are the painkillers working?” Kevin asked, he was really getting into the role of being a doctor now.
You shook your head violently, “No. I’m really worried it’s not just period cramps. Like maybe…” you thought for a moment. “Maybe my appendix burst?” You mumbled.
Kevin let out a little laugh, “I doubt that’s the case.” Kevin acknowledged. Writing some random words on his clipboard.
Kevin thought for a moment. “I’m going to do and an examination. I’ll get the supplies and you sit tight.” Kevin tells you, putting the clipboard down.
You nodded your head, you found the doctor slightly unsettling. He had a dark aura to him, you didn’t like it. But he was really hot.
Kevin left the curtains, hoping to find some supplies to make him look professional. Kevin walked into the storage cabinet, it was mainly just dresses for the patients. Kevin grabbed one for you, as well as a couple of towels, and fresh gloves.
Kevin gently shut the door and walked back over to the curtains you were in. “I need you to put this on, please keep your underwear off.” Kevin commanded.
Holding his hand out with the dress, you took it and Kevin left the room for a moment. Without peaking through the curtains cause he was going to see whatever he wanted in a moment, it was all about patience.
“It’s on.” Kevin heard you speak softly. Kevin walked into the room, you were standing in the dress, of course it didn’t flatter you at all. But that wasn’t important right now.
Kevin placed one of the towels on the bed, “Please lay down on the towel, make sure to have your pelvic area on it.” Kevin knew this would definitely get messy.
Kevin watched as you got onto the bed and laid back, having your bottom on top of the towel.
Kevin approached you, “I hope you feel comfortable with me doing this.” Kevin stated, grabbing the doctor chair, putting the right in front of where you were laying down.
“Do what you have to do, Mr Khatchadourian.” You responded, laying down in discomfort.
Kevin slowly lifting the dress over your knees, exposing your self to him. “Knees in the air, Hun.” Demanded, lighting tapping your knee.
You did as you were told, staring up at the ceiling. You could have swore the nurse had wrote you off as free to go. Maybe something showed up on the blood test she did on you.
Kevin spread your legs, you were fully exposed to him now. Kevin’s mouth slightly parted, seeing your folds covered in blood. For some strange reason Kevin found blood extremely arousing.
Kevin licked his lips, bringing his gloved hand to your pelvic area. “Stay still.” Kevin commented.
His thumb resting on your clit, you let out a slight whine. His other hand spreading your labia apart, getting a better view at where the blood was coming from.
Kevin slowly put his index finger inside of your vagina, “How does that feel?” Kevin asked, his voice deep and husky.
You shrugged, “Feels kind of good.” You muttered embarrassedly. A loud gaps left your mouth as Kevin slid another two fingers into your tight hole.
Kevin slowly started to rub your clit into circles, his fingers moving in and out of you. His eyes caught you clutching onto the bedsheets. Throwing your head back.
Kevin licked his lips, feeling a tightness in his jeans. He took his thumb off your clit and placed it over his hard-on. Rubbing it through the thick jean material.
Kevin leaned into your vagina, his breath against your clit. You squirmed a bit, caught off guard when Kevin started to lick your clit. Licking your pussy clean of its fresh blood.
“Feels good, huh?” Kevin grumbled into your clit. His fingers now curling inside of you, still pumping in and out of you. As his mouth sucked on your clit.
When moans started escaping your mouth, Kevin knew you were close to climax. Kevin gave your clit one last kiss, then he moved away from your pussy, taking his fingers out of your vagina.
“How do you feel now?” Kevin asked with a smirked, blood covering all around his mouth. Kevin grabbed a cloth and wiped his mouth.
“It feels better.” You admitted, strangely enough your period cramps were now gone. But now there was a pleasuring sensation all bellow your legs.
Kevin nodded his head, tossing the cloth at you then walking out of the curtains. Feeling satisfied, still having a boner popping out of his jeans.
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I love you fics I just thought of something if you want to do it "what if L loses his virginity for us". Like it's the sequel of the one when neglected us and Misa talks to him
Oh. My. Fucking. God.
Done, did, absolutely. Let me just 🖐✋☝️👇✍️✍️✍️✍️✍️✍️.
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Watching L work was boring, watching L work when he was really focused was even worse because he would be in the zone for hours, only taking small breaks to stuff his cheeks with sweets. He had learned his lesson about two weeks ago though, so while he typed away with one hand, the other was massaging circles into your thigh to keep you satisfied. But still, some days you would feel him pulling away again and in paranoia, you would force your way into whatever space he was inhabiting to make sure he couldn’t leave you behind again.
You scooted slightly closer to L, resting your head on his shoulder and completely discarding the socially appropriate distance between the two of you.
L quirked an eyebrow at you when you plucked a strawberry halfway on it’s voyage to his mouth from his hand and replaced it with yours. Instead of a reaction you craved, L simply sighed and turned back to the screen, his acknowledgement of your adjustments only being his head tilting on top of yours barely.
Rolling your eyes, you pushed further into him, shoulder nudging into his side as you nibbled on the fruit. He paused again and looked down at you, confused expression meeting a pleading one.
“What’s wrong, love?” He whispered.
“Are you going to be done soon?”
“I have to finish this document and then some, is there something urgent you need?”
Light watched your breathy whisper-negotiation with a curious eye from where he was sat a few feet away. Misa, who was toying with Light’s fingers and shirt buttons, feigned disinterest but was also listening with a keen ear and made a face when L said he had a lot of work in reply to you asking for some alone time.
“You said today was going to be a relatively short day.” You argued with a finger against his collarbone.
“That was before Matsuda decided to spill coffee on his computer and make it so he was unable to work.” He defended back.
You were getting increasingly frustrated because you knew that he had already finished his work for the day and he was just covering for the rest of the team. Knowing him, he’d complain about them being incompetent but barely give them work because he thought he could do it better, affectively overworking himself and underworking his staff while still getting mad that they don’t any work.
Sighing and rolling your eyes, you huffed and pulled away from him with a push of your palm to his chest. L’s eyes flashed with panic and he immediately wrapped the arm that was on your thigh around your back and shifted you closer to him again.
“Please, don’t do that. I’ll.. I’ll see what I can do, princess, but you know that I don’t like the way they do the assignments.”
You quietly groaned in annoyance and shoved your face into his chest, reluctantly accepting his stubborn compromise. Living up to expectations, instead of communicating the need for help to the other taskforce members, L decided instead to type as fast as possible and cut out half of the unnecessary assignments to do tomorrow.
In the meantime, you had lost yourself in a fantasy realm of daydreaming and affectively lulling yourself to sleep nearly on top of L. Most of the taskforce was off doing their own thing besides the handcuffed duo and their girlfriends, so when Misa had crawled off of Light and muttered that she needed a quick snack, L decided to was good as time as any to get you alone again.
Shaking you awake gently and allowing you off of his lap, he replaced his wrist with a desk leg despite Light’s complaints of not needing to be handcuffed to anything or anyone in the first place.
L used the intercom to ask Watari to keep an eye on Light and Misa while he took a few hours off and led you out of the giant room.
Still sleepy and not fully there, you wonder a bit as you make your way through the tower. L notices and lays a gentle hand on your waist, guiding you with a firm but gentle hand by his side. By the time you reached the infamous room where L showed off his tongue abilities, you were fully awake and excited for whatever he had in store for you, and what you had in store from him too.
Inside the camera-free, tan colored escape you’d been longing for all day, you finally relaxed and walked over to the bed, flinging your body and plopping onto its soft embrace.
L gave a soft chuckle and followed you after locking the door. “Don’t fall asleep on me again, sweetness. It’s far too early.”
You hummed into the duvet and smiled as you felt his hand come up to trace your spine. “‘on’t worry bout me, just a really nice blanket.”
The bed dipped at your side and L’s hand strayed further, softly massaging between your shoulder blades. You propped yourself up on your elbows and turned your head to look at him over your shoulder. “Hey, L?”
He met your eyes with gentle questioning through his. “Yes?”
You slowly pulled yourself up onto your hands and turned so you were sat down facing him, leaning your weight onto your palms.
“Do you.. want to.. ya know?”
L raised a cocky eyebrow with a small smirk, “You’re gonna have to be more specific there.”
You reached out and placed your hands on his collar, leaning forward and shoving your nervousness into an invisible pocket of space.
“If I, say, undressed myself, possibly you aswell, what then?”
L thought about if for a second, his eyes showcasing exactly what he was thinking as they glazed over and grew blown out.
“I think I’d let you. I’d be complicit to your desires, and touch.”
You let a confident grin take your lips, leaning closer to him and giggling as his eyes dropped to your mouth.
“So what if I…. did this?” Your smile smushed against his, hands tangling in his charcoal locks as you eased your way into the kiss.
Your tongue slipped past his teeth, meeting the flavor of strawberry shortcake and maple syrup and you held in a remark, replacing it with a snort. Very slowly, as if approaching a wild animal and trying not to spook it, you climbed into his lap. You’d held the kiss as long as you could but the basic need for air eventually overcame your desire for each other.
Breaking away with a breathless gasp, you leaned your forehead on his and for the first time, acknowledged the bulge rubbing on your thigh.
“I think I’d be fine with that.”
It took a second but when you realized he was answering your rhetorical question, you snorted and shook your head slightly.
A few beats of silence before L shifted underneath you and you swallowed a gasp. Looking down, your eyes widened when you noticed just how prominent the tent in his pants was. L turned his head to the side and made a face you couldn’t see. You looked up with a enthusiastic expression and met his eyes.
“Can I?”
L didn’t know exactly what you meant, but he trusted you.
“Yes.”
Immediately, you began moving. Smoothly dropping to your knees in front of him, L’s eyes widened. Picking at the buttons and zipper on his jeans, you fumbled until they came undone and tugged until L got the message and stood up, allowing you to yank them down to his ankles. You took the opportunity the stare at his covered penis while he kicked his pants off, and lord, it looked huge.
You reached forward with hands shaking from excitement to softly grab his waistband and pulled it down, his cock springing out of its confines and hitting his stomach.
Good. Fucking. God.
It’s long and beautiful. Pale all the way up, with two large veins on the underside the track all the way to the flushed, drooling tip, there’s messy, unkept black hair curling at the base and the whole thing looks like it’s seven inches of pure bliss. You can barely hold yourself back, feeling your damp panties nearly leak at the sight.
L starts saying something about how he’s sorry he didn’t trim the hair down there because he doesn’t really have time but you barely register it, instead leaning forward and grasping his cock in your hand at the base, watching a drop of precum fall to the floor. L chokes on his words, hands tensing at his side as you dip your head in and puppy-lick the tip, tasting the bittersweet essence of your boyfriend.
Your tongue massages the curve of his tip, lightly suckling as you ease his cock into your mouth. Your hand holds it in place so when his hips jump from your sudden intake of most of it, you don’t gag. Looking up at him as your nose hits the tuft of hair at the base, you finally see your stoic lover break into vulnerability. His nose is scrunched up, eyes barely open squinting and a few beads of sweat trace his jawline.
Using your hands on his thighs, you bob your head and hold back tears as your throat takes the tip, fucking your mouth with his cock. L looks like he’s going to combust, his hands are squeezing the ends of his shirt hard enough to rip it to pieces as you take your time sucking him off.
You pull off for some air, pumping his cock with your fist as you ask, “Feel good?”
L wonders how much audacity one person can possibly have.
“Fe..eels good.” His response sounds strangled, like breathing is hard enough and now you want him to talk too? You’re asking too much of him.
You take pride in finally being the put together one in your relationship and think about all the ways you’re going to tease him over it as you lower your head and suck one of his balls into your mouth.
L thinks he might actually explode.
You switch sides, giving the other the same treatment of your warm mouth slobbering on the sensitive, heavy sack. Then, you pull back and drag your tongue along the underside, in between throbbing viens, and begin to suck his cock again, paying extra attention to the tip.
You reach for L’s hands and place them on the back of your head, wordlessly telling him to take the reins and smirking around his penis as he gently tugs you forward, forcing more of him into your mouth. He guides you down and up his cock as you hold your breath, watching him slowly fall apart until he tears you off him, panting hard and leaking precum into your mouth and on the ground.
“Fuck…can we…can I fuck you now, please?”
You nod and stand up, undressing yourself and smiling when he reaches out to unclasp your bra for you. You return the favor by taking his shirt off and eye his lean body while removing the rest of your clothes.
Once done, you reach forward and run a hand along his torso, fascinated.
“You’re beautiful. I wish I could see this all the time.”
L watches you with interest, “You…you look perfect, better than I’d imagined you.”
You grin and take note of that information, wrapping your hands around his neck and sitting down, pulling him down on top of you.
“Do we need a contraceptive?” L asks.
“On the pill.” You answer quickly, reaching in between your legs to grab his dick.
He gasps and looks down to see you angle him at your entrance.
“You’re so.. wet.”
You hold back a snort, “Yeah, that’s how pussies work. Now, are you ready to loose your virginity?”
“Virginity is just a social construct and mine having been intact shouldn’t-”
“L, good god. It’s a yes or no question, not an invitation to TedTalk me out of being aroused.” Your pussy was literally aching with desire and if your needs kept being delayed, you might just get the job done yourself.
“Yes. I am.”
“Do it then.” You wrap your legs around his back.
It’s overwhelming the way he feeds his cock into you ever so slowly, holding his breath and letting it out in a strangled groan when his balls finally thud against your ass.
L dropped to his forearms and held still, adjusting to the feeling and holding himself back from blowing his load too soon. He didn’t realize it would feel this good. You’ve never felt this stuffed full, each ridge and indent of his cock felt with your gummy walls, keeping him tightly secure inside you.
You both take a breath, and almost cry when he pulls out before he shoves himself back inside you, your pussy making a loud squelch as arousal spills out. L is trying as hard as he can to become familiar with how heaven feels so that he lasts long enough to bring you pleasure too. He begins a steady pace with his hips and bites his bottom lip, listening to the sound of your mouth and pussy both begging him for more.
Slowly and as gently as possible in stark contrast to the desperate ruts his hips are driving into yours, he moves your legs so they’re on his shoulders and the back of your thighs are pressed against his chest. His watchful eyes never leave your face as he turns his head slightly to the side and rests his cheeks against your ankles. L’s attentive, and curious, he’s memorizing each twitch of your eyebrows, each gasp of your lips and each squeeze of your walls. So it’s no surprise that when he finds the perfect spot inside you, he stays hitting that spot like a broken record, keeping you screaming his name and pleading.
Then he slows down, changing from fast, needy strokes that have you choking on air to slow, careful, deep thrusts as he drags his hands up and down your legs.
“L-…fuck, baby.. please.”
“What do you need, princess?” His head dips to leave smooth kisses on the muscles of your calves, the curves of your ankles and the arches of your feet. His pupils stay on yours but you’re too blissed out and horny to care to make eye contact, you’d rather watch the way his tongue dashes out to lick his lips after each kiss.
“You…more, more of you. Faster, harder, more of everything.”
L obeys, quickening his pace again and grasping the sheets by your head, feeling your cunt tighten around him.
“Are you close?”
You nod eagerly, words fail you. One of his hands dips between your bodies and finds your clit, rubbing to match his thrusts.
You back arches off the bed and you nearly scream, tears of overstimulation filling your eyes as you orgasm approaches rapidly.
Right when L hits your g-spot again, your release hits you like a train, stars interrupting the sight of L reaching his too. Your pussy milks his cock dry as he empties load after load inside you, it spilling out and running down your core.
L goes limp on top of you as he tries to catch his breath and you come back to earth, exhausted. L slowly pulls out, choking as your pussy tightens one last time and watching in awe as cum leaks out, drooling onto the duvet.
He collapses next to you, panting heavily as he reaches for your sweaty, worn-out body and drags you into his arms.
“Just how you imagined it?” You ask with a lazily smirk.
“Better. Way better.”
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Weave and Woods Chapter Seven: Copper for Your Thoughts
Gale/Named Tav | Slow Burn | Read on AO3 | Entire Work
Summary:
Auroria and her party go to trade at the Myconid Colony and get roped into a rescue mission that goes horribly wrong. A small illusion leads to an important conversation between the wizard and ranger (finally).
TW: injury/burnsA/N: Inspired by my gameplay. I did not do well in Act 1, and pretty much played on vibes only, making a lot of mistakes and missteps but at least I got some delicious angsty ideas
He should not be leading her on like this, no matter how much he wanted her. She deserved more than he could offer - someone who could be with her fully, not a disgraced and godsforsaken, volatile, shell of a man. Even entertaining the idea of falling for her in his condition was beyond the pale. Bitterness seeped into the back of his throat as he thought about what he had to look forward to - never ending hunger, pain, and an explosion at the end of it all. Cutting all personal ties to be away from everything when his time comes, for there was no one he was willing to sacrifice at the end of his folly. He ran a hand down his face and threw the book onto the other side of his bedroll, suddenly tired of contemplating the future. Even if they cured themselves of the parasites in their brains, there was no plan, no cure mentioned in all his research for the other parasite within his heart. In another life, perhaps, they would be able to act on their feelings - have a proper life together in Waterdeep, grow old together, and remain in each other’s company. Until then, he would revert to the proper gentleman, nothing but cordial as is befitting both her status as party leader and an archmage of his status. Or previous status, as it were.
He nodded to himself, steeling his mind now that it was made up. Yes, that was the correct course of action. His mind drifted back to the tadpole, reaching for his book again before he heard all the hells breaking loose outside.
Gale was avoiding her.
Five nights. Five nights since their sparring match, and not a word.
Auroria stabbed at the sausage on her plate, the cook having long since disappeared back into the solitude of his tent without so much as an acknowledgement of her or anyone else’s presence. Just a pile of sausages on the table for their morning meal.
The longer she thought about it, the angrier she got. Did she not deserve at the very least a conversation? He was the one instigating everything that day. He flirted with her at the puzzle, he was the one who initiated holding hands, he was the one who -
“Copper for your thoughts, soldier?”
Auroria looked up and was met with one of her favorite faces. Karlach and her had become fast friends, mainly due to their similar outlooks on most things (positive) and their desire to help people along the journey they made (instead of pickpocketing them or scowling at them). She sighed, stabbing the sausage again.
“I’m fine.”
��Would hate to be the person you’re pretending that sausage is, darling,” crooned Astarion, an eyebrow raised as he looked from Auroria to Gale’s tent, always so perceptive.
“I wouldn’t know what you’re talking about,” Auroria said, trying to put on a disinterested air as she took a bite of the meat.
“Yeah, right! We all have noticed that the camp has gotten particularly chilly between you and a certain potentially explosive wizard. And that’s coming from me , who is so hot I can’t even touch anyone!” Karlach joked, trying to lighten the mood a little, getting a soft chuckle out of Wyll, who sat by her side.
Shadowheart and Lae’zel, putting a pause in their deep conversation, also nodded in agreement from across the warm embers of the previous night’s fire.
“Chk! I told you at the party that you would regret wasting your time with that wizard,” Lae’zel said, earning a nudge from Shadowheart’s elbow.
Okay, so Gale was avoiding her, and everyone in camp knew it.
Desperate to get the situation back under her control, knowing she couldn’t stop the gossip that was sure to happen as soon as she left the campfire area, Auroria hatched a plan.
“I just didn’t sleep well, that’s all. Anyway! I want to go into the colony today to trade some of the things we’ve been carrying around that have proven pretty useless to us so far. I’ve already got the goods separated out, so it should be an easy trip. Karlach, Wyll, Astarion - do you want to join me?”
“Absolutely! Get me out of this camp!”
“I’d be delighted to accompany you.”
“Ugh, if I must.”
Choosing this group in particular was strategic - Astarion had a keen eye for everything happening at camp, and a keen personality for irritating the hells out of Gale. The situation was already volatile enough, and she enjoyed his complaints about being on the road. As for Karlach and Wyll, the two had started to grow closer as their own journeys intertwined, and Auroria simply wanted to help cultivate a deeper friendship between the two and what better way to do that than a couple of hours spent walking in good company?
“Okay, great. Get ready and let’s meet back here in half an hour,” Auroria said, already in a better mood as she went to her tent to get the four packs she mentioned. Since they were only going to do some trading, Auroria decided to forgo the scale mail armor she had been favoring and instead chose the old thin leather vest and leggings she had been wearing when she was kidnapped - cleaned and mended and no worse for wear.
A flash of gold caught her eye. Oh, right, it’s been since before we got to the Underdark, she thought, eyeing a locket she had found on a corpse the other day. She could sense a small amount of magic within it, so she had put it aside to give to Gale. Even if she was annoyed, frustrated, and maybe a little heartbroken that he was avoiding her, she still promised him that she would help him with his orb situation. That had not changed, and she would not go back on her word. In truth, she knew the orb was exactly why he was pulling away, no matter how much she didn’t want him to - she just wanted him to at least talk to her about it. She scribbled a quick note, attached it to the chain, then hung the locket on his telescope as she walked past, counting on her light footsteps to go unnoticed by the tent’s inhabitant.
“Alright everyone, grab a pack and let’s go,” she smiled, glad to be away from the tension for a few hours.
Auroria loved the Myconid Colony. The inhabitants were so unique and she felt a kindred bond with them - they had such a respect for their environment that when Astarion looked at a rogue’s morsel a little too long, he almost started a fight before Auroria intervened, diffusing the situation. Their first stop was a dwarven trader named Derryth Bonecloak. While she didn’t want to trade for a lot of their goods, she took a few items off their hands in exchange for some useful potions and a camp supply pack. Auroria attempted to make conversation with her while they did their exchange.
“So your husband is missing? Do you need help finding him? Can you describe him?” She asked.
“Oh, not this again,” she heard Astarion mutter under his breath. She ignored him.
“He’s bald, blue tunic, dumb as a stick, name is Baelen. Help yourself if you want to find him, but don’t expect a reward from me if you do - he’s useless, getting himself lost after being sent on a routine errand looking for a noblestalk,” Derryth replied, her voice scornful.
“Well, we will keep an eye out and will let you know if we come across him,” Auroria replied with a soft smile before turning to her companions. “Come on, let’s go look for him.”
“Actively looking for this man who seems more like a louse doesn’t feel like ‘we’ll keep an eye out’ does it?” Astarion leaned in, speaking softly, immune to Karlach’s glares.
“If you were lost in a strange place, wouldn’t you want someone more capable to help you find your way, Fangs?” Karlach asked.
“Karlach is right, so that’s why we’re going to look for him, we’re heading out.” Auroria nodded to the group, turning on her heel, asking the nearest myconid where someone may potentially go looking for a noblestalk, explaining the situation with the Bonecloaks. Interestingly enough, they appeared to have an arrangement with the myconids that allowed them to forage freely. The creature pointed to the north, indicating some sort of field there that may prove fruitful in their search.
Auroria’s stomach dropped when they came to the area.
“Bibberbangs,” she said with a sneer. She had never experienced them firsthand, but remembered from her training in the High Forest Scouts that bibberbangs were dangerous - not only poisonous, but also explosive if you came too close and lingered too long. Of course, she spotted Baelen Bonecloak, cowering in a small clearing smack dab in the very middle of the grotto. How did he even get there? She wondered.
“You know, we can just say we didn’t spot him, no one would ever know,” Astarion said, crossing his arms. “Either way, I’m not going in there.”
Auroria looked at each of her party members, then back to Baelen. “Well that’s obviously not going to happen. You all stay here, I’ll go in and get him. It’s better if only one of us goes in there, these mushrooms are very volatile, and I’m trained for navigating places like this.” She turned and faced the grove of bibberbangs, her heartbeat increasing slightly. “Sure wish we had a scroll of misty step though,” she nervously laughed as she dropped her pack, the first time any of her party had seen a lack of confidence in her abilities show through her capable ranger persona.
Some agonizing minutes later, she found herself surrounded by bright green mushrooms. She didn’t want to breathe too heavily for fear of setting them off, but also couldn’t remain still for too long for the same reason. She crept forward, inch by inch.
“Please! My backpack! I left it over there!” The older dwarf had finally noticed her, yelling out with a feeble voice and a shaking hand, though whether it was from age or fear, she couldn’t tell. She nodded and looked to the right, in a particularly tangled area of bibberbangs and saw a small, faded blue backpack. She saw a thin, small path that could possibly, maybe lead to it, and then connected that to a more defined clear path that led to the dwarf. She exhaled. Ok, slow and careful, Ora. Gods, having someone to cast mage hand would be fantastic. Her mind drifted to Gale and how this would be so much easier if he were here, how they could discuss the bibberbangs afterward from both a practical and academic viewpoint. How he always seemed to help her clear her mind, how it felt when her hand was in his -
“Ora! Careful!” She heard Wyll yell, coming back to the material plane, just in time to see her hand brush up against a bibberbang.
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“Shadowheart! Lae’zel! A little help? ”
A faint yell disturbed the silence that had settled over the camp. Gale sat in his tent, mildly intrigued but also at an exceptionally interesting part of the meticulous notes he had procured from Blurg the evening before in the Ebonlake Grotto.
“Shadowheart! ” A little louder. Was that Wyll?
“Why would they need Shadowheart and Lae’zel’s help after a simple trading trip into the Myconid Colony?” he muttered to himself, sipping out of his wine glass as he flipped the page, half listening for commotion outside, but not yet ready to face her after the last time he was near her ended so painfully - both literally and figuratively. That was five evenings ago. He was avoiding her, and he would bet everyone else likely had picked up on it. Not that he would know, he’d also avoided most of the others as well. Luckily, there was always some chore to be done, some loot to sort, some pressing notes that must be written down in one of the books he was pouring over that would disguise his cowardice as well-focused diligence toward the success of the camp.
He sighed, rubbing his chest. The orb was still insatiable, each artefact unable to fully quell the gnawing hunger inside. He held up the newest addition to the many offerings Auroria had brought to his tent over the past weeks, almost since their journey began. Today there was a magical locket, similar to the first one she had given him so many weeks ago, hanging from his telescope with a small note. He kept a small box in his tent for the magical items procured by his ever attentive leader, filled near half-full with pendants, lockets, and rings imbued with the Weave to satisfy his orb’s constant cravings. It reminded him so much of Tara tirelessly searching for anything that would bring him even a modicum of relief. He counted himself lucky to have two friends in his life that would always be on the lookout for him, even if he was a doomed man.
Found this on a Duergar and I thought you could use it. Happy dining! - Ora
P.S. I am now the proud caster of Ensnaring Strike. Can’t wait to show you.
A little further down the note, in smaller writing was another postscript, written as if it was not supposed to be noticed.
I miss our talks. I miss you.
He had read and reread the note at least twenty times since this morning, after Auroria set off with Wyll, Karlach, and Astarion to go do their trading at the Myconid Colony. The colony was one of the bright spots in the Underdark - not just for the vibrant colors and strange inhabitants, but perhaps most interestingly of all, the colony was home to a Mind Flayer completely free of the Elder Brain’s thrall. The entire party had gone into the colony to explore the previous day and once Gale had met Blurg and Omeluum, he was deep in conversation for almost an hour. Blurg had given him the book he was now currently reading when he had expressed an interest in researching whether his own arcane energy could help them reject their tadpoles prior to transformation, if it came to that. With his academic blinders on, Gale returned to his tent and had scarcely left since, his pursuits a convenient excuse for seclusion.
He glanced at the note again, his internal feelings as split as the message - pride and elation at her spell casting success, pain and frustration at the distance he had put between them. He was a man torn in half. He did not want to avoid her - quite the opposite in fact, but every time he found himself near her, all he could think about was kissing her, and his orb protested. Painfully. Conversely, she figured out the spell on her own, after all the failures and after his own less than elegant retreat the other evening, and he wanted to celebrate that with her. With a kiss, he thought, waiting for the orb to make him offer penance for that thought. The last night they were together, he felt… good. Happy, even. Almost carefree - the evening fading into the night as if no time had passed at all. It had been so long since he had felt the stirrings of happiness in his veins, since before the breakdown of his relations with Mystra. The satisfaction of teaching her, helping her work through her frustrations, the fun they had while sparring fulfilled him so much he felt he might combust on his own without the orb’s influence. His mind turned to the searching look on her face when they were inches apart, the feel of her body pressing against this, the way his name sounded coming from her lips, his hand grasped tightly to hers -
A faint glow, a wince. His ever present curse. His eyes drifted to the note again.
I miss our talks. I miss you.
He should not be leading her on like this, no matter how much he wanted her. She deserved more than he could offer - someone who could be with her fully, not a disgraced and godsforsaken, volatile, shell of a man. Even entertaining the idea of falling for her in his condition was beyond the pale. Bitterness seeped into the back of his throat as he thought about what he had to look forward to - never ending hunger, pain, and an explosion at the end of it all. Cutting all personal ties to be away from everything when his time comes, for there was no one he was willing to sacrifice at the end of his folly. He ran a hand down his face and threw the book onto the other side of his bedroll, suddenly tired of contemplating the future. Even if they cured themselves of the parasites in their brains, there was no plan, no cure mentioned in all his research for the other parasite within his heart. In another life, perhaps, they would be able to act on their feelings - have a proper life together in Waterdeep, grow old together, and remain in each other’s company. Until then, he would revert to the proper gentleman, nothing but cordial as is befitting both her status as party leader and an archmage of his status. Or previous status, as it were.
He nodded to himself, steeling his mind now that it was made up. Yes, that was the correct course of action. His mind drifted back to the tadpole, reaching for his book again before he heard all the hells breaking loose outside.
“No, Ora! What happened?” Yelled Shadowheart as the four adventurers must have crested the hill. Gale perked up at Auroria’s name, listening intently now.
“Please, help her! Bibberbang explosion! We had one healing potion in our packs but it wasn’t enough. She passed out on the way back,” Wyll yelled, his voice shaky.
His body went cold. He knew all about bibberbangs from his studies - they should be treated carefully or destroyed at range at all costs.
Gale jumped to his feet, ignoring his body’s protestations, and ran out of his tent. He was greeted with the image of Karlach holding 4 packs, and Wyll and Astarion carrying Auroria, who was knocked out, her clothes singed, with angry burns down one side of her body. They laid her down on one of the spare bedrolls by the campfire while Shadowheart ran to the chest to pick out a particularly strong healing potion to use in conjunction with her spellwork.
“What happened? I thought you were just going to do some trading at the vendors in the colony? You all aren’t even wearing proper armor!” Gale yelled as he marched toward Wyll. His heart dropped into his stomach, his mind was unprepared to see Auroria like this.
“Hey! Cool it, Magic Man. The plan was to trade and come back, but you know how Ora is,” said Karlach. She stepped in front of him, trying to both deflect Gale’s anger and protect Wyll at the same time.
“And how is Auroria, exactly? Aside from being burned and unconscious?” He said, his tone turning icy.
Astarion stepped in, his arms crossed. “Oh, like you’re an expert? You’ve been ignoring her for the past…what has it been, five days now?” He glared at Gale. “We were supposed to visit the merchants and see how we could unburden our packs of this useless stuff we’ve been hauling around, but one of them gave dear Ora a sob story about her poor missing husband and you know our fearless leader never says no to helping someone she’s known for exactly one minute.” He lowered his gaze at Karlach, “And that one egged her on to help. Honestly, I’m surrounded by do-gooders and I need a drink. I’m clearly the only voice of reason around here.” He rubbed his temples, stalking off to his tent for a large cup of a strong scavenged vintage as Shadowheart set out the potions and kneeled at Auroria’s side.
Gale moved to the head of the bedroll, his own instincts guiding him to sit down and carefully place Auroria’s head in his lap. Shadowheart looked at him. She knew something was going on between them - they all did. It wasn’t hard to notice the stolen smiles, the secret hand holding between the two, but also could sense something had changed the past five days given Gale’s suddenly aloof demeanor towards Auroria. Hopefully this will be the catalyst to move them past whatever is going on between them. She hated seeing Auroria out of sorts.
“Hold her still. This won’t take too long, but it’s easier if she’s not moving. She’s really not in as bad of shape as she could have been, she got lucky,” she said. Gale nodded in agreement.
“What happened, Wyll?” He asked again, gentler, feeling his eyes getting misty. He didn’t like seeing Auroria - no, Ora, his Ora - in pain, unconscious, injured.
“She was distracted,” he leveled at Gale, his good eye bright and shining with unspilled tears. Wyll held Auroria’s unburned hand, his thumb tenderly rubbing over the back of it across her knuckles. Everyone loved her, that much was obvious. “And you know exactly why.”
Gale looked down at Ora’s face, a nasty red burn creeping up from her neck along the path of her scar. He watched as the burns receded with Shadowheart’s healing words. There would be no permanent physical damage from this event, though it wouldn’t matter to him if there was - she was and would always be the most beautiful person he had ever seen, both inside and out. How many times had she risked her life for a complete stranger? Their party was proof alone of her good heart. Looking at her, he realized his feelings were stronger than he had originally thought, but he couldn’t deny them, and would no longer try to deny them. She was everything good about this continent. He tucked the errant stand of hair she always seemed to miss on the right side of her twist behind her ear, his eyes growing watery at the thought of having wasted five days in childish seclusion when any of them could be taken away at any time. Yes, he knew the reason why she was distracted indeed, and he was determined to never be the reason again.
So much for his planned course of action.
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Auroria blinked, gasping softly as she opened her eyes, clutching her throbbing head. She looked up at the sky, surrounded by bright green trees, felt the ground covered in soft grass, and heard the faint sound of birdsong in her ears. The last thing she remembered was Wyll yelling and a bright flash of light while in the Underdark, so how did she get into a forest? And why was it early morning sunlight? Surely I wasn’t out for that long , she thought. Her brow furrowed as she looked around, sitting up slowly, groaning through sore muscles. Clive, Karlach’s prized stuffed bear, was placed next to her, so she was in camp. But how-?
“Oh! You’re awake,” a voice said softly, a reverent whisper from the other side of the tent.
Gale.
“Did you do this?” she asked, looking around in awe, her tent transformed into the woods she so dearly loved, an illusion replacing the highest point with the canopy.
“Do you like it?” he asked. “Ora I’m -”
“Why are you here? You’ve ignored me all this time, and now you’re here in my tent while I assume I was unconscious?”
“Yes, well, about that…Ora -”
“And you think a pretty illusion can make up for the fact you haven’t looked at or spoken to me in FIVE -”
She felt a hand on hers, silencing her immediately. She looked down at it, then at Gale, who was kneeling beside her bedroll, a soft smile on his face.
“Ora, please. Let me finish a sentence. I’ve been an ass. A colossal ass. I’m sorry. I don’t know how to navigate everything with the orb and whatever is happening between us. I know withdrawing, cloistering myself in my own tent was not the best course of action, but it…it’s what I do, Ora. I isolated myself in my tower for a year when I was cursed with this orb, when Mystra abandoned me. Retreating into myself is what I know how to do.” He handed her a cup of water, which she took, smelling something minty. “I crushed some peppermint in it. I thought it would feel refreshing and cool. I haven’t done extensive studying on herbs, and I know that’s your area of expertise, but last time you had a headache you had mentioned it having a soothing effect”
“Thank you, that’s very kind.” She took a drink and set the cup down beside her. “Listen, I understand why you pulled back, but I hated it. I hated how I felt like I did something wrong, when I didn’t. Every time you feel a little uncomfortable now, if we ever have a disagreement, will you hide yourself away and ignore everyone? How can I not be on edge that something I do will make this situation repeat itself? Will I always spend my time guessing around you? I know you have…limitations because of the orb, but it doesn’t change the fact that you were instigating everything and punishing me for it,” she said. “Punishing everyone.”
“No, you’re right, you’re absolutely right. I was taking out my own shortcomings, my own confusion on you.” He looked down at the floor, the visage of a shamed man. “I can only hope to use this as a learning experience and move forward in a way that is more befitting a wizard of my status, and a man of my age,” he nodded and looked up at her. “I am sorry, again, Ora. I understand if you’d like to keep your distance from me, though I certainly hope you won’t. When I saw you laying unmoving on the bedroll by the campfire earlier, I was so angry with myself. Angry I may have missed my chance, angry about all the time I wasted. Any one of us could be gone at any time. I know that better than most. I will not waste my remaining time again.” His voice trembling, he cleared his throat. “I should leave you to recover.” He started to stand up.
Auroria grabbed onto the sleeve of his camp shirt. “No. Stay with me.”
“I was hoping you would say that,” he smiled, sitting back down, his eyes sparkling with unshed tears. He took her hand in his, relishing the feeling of her fingers intertwined with his own. He chuckled, “You know, it feels like the greatest prank in all the heavens that the orb allows me to hold your hand freely, but the minute I think of anything else…”
He looked at her lips, still moist from the water. As if on cue, the orb flashed faintly, sending another warning of pain through his veins.
“That is what happens. Holding your hand feels so natural. There’s never been any excitement involved -” he held up a finger as Auroria raised an eyebrow. “Wait, not that holding your hand isn’t exciting! It is! I just…it feels like I am always meant to hold it. I always am just drawn to the action, instinctually. I can just do it without thinking. Other… pursuits , ones that cause my heart to race and my brain to work in overdrive, seem to trigger the orb. I am working on understanding it, but can you be patient with both the situation and the wizard, Ora?” He asked, the normally confident man suddenly unsure.
Auroria smiled, squeezing his hand with hers, “I can be patient with the situation, the wizard, and the man.”
“You would likely have a more fulfilling time with someone else, like Wyll or Astar-” He felt a finger on his lips, his turn to be silenced.
“Do not dare finish that sentence, Gale of Waterdeep. You are the one I want to spend my time with. The only one I want to let in, to give my feelings. Please know that.” She stifled a yawn. “Now, explain to me what forest this is, I love it, and want to visit it…after everything.” She smiled as she laid back down with her hand still laced in his. Her headache was starting to subside but sleep was quickly creeping up on her
“No forest in particular, I just thought of you while creating it.”
“Hmm, my own personal woods. Well it’s beautiful,” she smiled, closing her eyes.
“It really is,” he responded, looking only at the ranger who was already fast asleep.
#my writing#weave and woods#gale x tav#bg3 fanfiction#gale fanfic#gale x auroria#gale dekarios#gale of waterdeep#auroria galanodel#my screenshots#baldur’s gate 3#bg3#weave and woods fic
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Not My Place to Say - Part 2
Second part of a Stizzy fic. First part can be found here I think:
(As usual, set some time after 2x07, Ed is happy being a fisherman somewhere and there was no Zheng fight and no Prince Ricky attack. As usual too, no warnings needed.)
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When Izzy got to the Revenge he found most of the crew still sleeping on deck, curled up together as usual. The surprising part was finding Bonnet already awake at the helm. He was looking at the horizon, but still Izzy could notice the tense stance and the frown on his face.
“Captain,” Izzy greeted him and only then Bonnet turned slowly to look at him, as if he hadn’t heard his footsteps as Izzy had boarded the ship.
“What? Oh, Izzy, you’re back,” Bonnet said with an affected disinterest.
“Everything all right, Captain?” Izzy asked, confused by the man’s attitude.
“Yes, of course,” Bonnet replied nonchalantly. “I was simply waiting for the men to take over the morning watch, nothing else, so Mr… Boodhari, it is your watch, isn’t it?” he asked to the pile of sleeping crewmates.
“Yes, yes, I’m up…” Oluwande slurred as he was kicked unceremoniously by Jim.
He sleepily stood up and headed towards the helm as Bonnet walked down to his cabin with a frown on his face and his lips closed in a tight, unhappy grimace.
The moment Bonnet closed the door behind him, the crew let out a chorus of groans.
“Finally,” Jim grumbled.
“Now the Captain can stop sulking and let us sleep,” Wee John agreed as he turned around to find a more comfortable position.
“What happened to the Captain?” Izzy asked bewildered.
“He was upset and kept pacing the deck for hours,” Frenchie replied sleepily. “There’s no way to sleep like that…”
“I thought we agreed he was jealous, not upset,” Archie objected from under a blanket.
“He was upset because he was jealous, you know, of-,” Fang tried to explain.
“Guys! We talked about this, let them figure things out themselves,” Lucius cut them immediately.
“Enough!” Jim growled. “It’s taking them ages, Lucius! You either tell him and they let us sleep or I’ll start stabbing people!”
“All right, all right, jesus,” Lucius said as he disentangled himself from a surprisingly still snoring Pete.
The young man wrapped himself up in a blanket and walked slowly towards Izzy with a big smile.
“Heeey, Izzy,” he started with an unnervingly soft tone. “Why don’t we go to the galley and grab something for breakfast?”
Izzy felt the urge to punch him just on principle because of the condescending tone, but he had the feeling the young man could explain what the hell was going on so he restrained himself and followed him quietly.
A bleary-eyes Roach was just finishing making some tea for Bonnet and he put the kettle and some pastries on a tray for them.
“We’ll bring this to the Captain, thank you, Roach,” Lucius said as Izzy took the tray and Roach barely grunted a thank you before disappearing under the table, already half asleep.
They walked slowly towards the captain cabin and Lucius started talking right away.
“Ahem, well, I’ve always thought people should have time to think about their feelings and that way get a more deep understanding-“
“For fuck’s sake, Spriggs, to the point!” Izzy growled. “What’s up with Bonnet?”
Lucius sighed dramatically and tried again.
“The Captain got upset when he saw you leaving with the hot blonde guy…” Lucius paused as if waiting for Izzy to have an epiphany, but when Izzy only stared at him blankly, he rolled his eyes and added “He was jealous, Izzy. Jealous, all right?”
“Was Bonnet interested in him?” Izzy asked hesitantly, still refusing to acknowledge the other obvious possibility.
“Oh, jesus fuckin-“ Lucius cursed loudly. “The Captain has been up the whole night waiting for you to come back! What do you think?”
Izzy tried to come up with something to say, but they had already reached the door to the captain’s cabin and Lucius turned around to leave.
“Before you go in, though, I have to ask you something,” the young man added. “Why did you pick that guy? Did he remind you of someone, by any chance?”
“Don’t be absurd, Spriggs,” Izzy replied too quickly. “He was just… a guy.”
“Are you sure about that?” Lucius said looking seriously at him. “You’re not stupid, Izzy. Just… think about it, ok?”
Then Lucius winked at him and walked away and Izzy found himself taking a deep breath before knocking on the door. After a few moments, Bonnet himself opened it and he stared at Izzy with a surprised expression on his face.
Izzy looked at him and noticed his silken shirt, his colorful jacket and the blonde hair framing the, yes, the stupidly handsome face and he finally had an epiphany.
“Oh, fuck,” Izzy muttered to himself.
(more to come soon)
#izzy hands#stede bonnet#ofmd s2 spoilers#ofmd#stizzy#gentlehands#fanfic#they are both so dumb#but I love them your honor#and they love each other very much#they just can't see it yet#(they will get there eventually)#ofmd fic
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A Plain of Stars (Chapter 2)
A/n: I wrote another part! I hope you all like it, I think I'll keep writing chapters for now- I have a storyline in mind based off the og one shot.
Warnings: Light cursing, arranged marriages.
Chapter 3
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Going back to school after the ball was nerve wracking to put lightly. Not only would you be facing the Hogwarts student body, you would also be confronted with Regulus. You had easily made it through the last several years avoiding both Black brother, if not only for the reason that neither of them seemed to want to acknowledge your presence
A deep hurt had shot through your chest the first time you looked at Sirius and he showed no recognition of who you were. It felt like a worse betrayal than his leaving, you could file that away as something bigger than you. This was personal, this was something between you and Sirius. But, never one to go out of your way for a simple confrontation, you let the hurt sink further and further down until it remained only a dull ache that set heavy over your diaphragm, stealing your breath each time his grey eyes caught yours.
That same pain set a little heavier the first time you looked Regulus in the eyes. Maybe that was what had thrown you off so much when you saw him again for the first time after his disappearance, they were so similar. Those slate grey eyes made them look like inverses, two opposite ends of the same spectrum- although you're sure Sirius would shun the notion.
You walked down the corridor connecting the girls dormitories to the Slytherin common room. The weather was changing as rapidly as the leaves fell from the trees. Autumn hung lightly in the air, bringing with it cold that settled especially deep in the dungeon of the castle. Being that as it was, you were wrapped in both your grey uniform sweater vest and an emerald green cardigan in an attempt to shake off the chill.
“Morning.” The hairs at the nape of your neck stood and your shoulders tensed. Not in fear so much as pure annoyance and apprehension of what would come after the greeting. You weren’t fond of Barty Crouch, but goodness me was he fond of you- or at least he pretended to be for no other reason than to get on your nerves. He was lounging in one of the plush, velvet chairs with his legs sound over the armrest. “Goodmorning, Barty” You said, boredom and disinterest lacing your tone, “someone sounds grumpy, sleep badly, love?” He asked, turning his head in false interest. “Wouldn’t you like to know.” You responded, walking past him and to the great double doors leading out of the common room. You heard him shuffle behind you, rising to follow you. “I would actually,” he sidled up next to your and threw an arm around your shoulder, “I would also like to know why you insist on being so terrible to me.” His grin was wolfish and jeering, you shrugged your shoulders in an attempt to shove off his arm- no such luck. “I suppose you’ll have to keep wondering.”
A staircase slid into place in front of you and the two of you began to climb. Suddenly it resumed movement, catching you off guard and causing you to stumble. Barty’s arm around you moved to your waist as he drug his hand down your body making you shiver in abject horror. The moment the staircase came to a halt you took a step back from the boy, who’d pressed his body to yours in the time in between. “You’ll have to be more aware of your surroundings in the future, love.” He said, taking a step back towards you, “Or you’ll ruin that pretty face of yours” Barty reached out then and flicked your nose, making you grimace and shove him away. “If that’s what it takes for you to stay aware of me I just might do it myself.” You snap at him and turn on your heel, trudging up the rest of the stairs.
By the time you reached the great hall you still hadn’t calmed down, you didn’t notice the borderline march you settled into in your rage until you took your seat next to Pandora. “Someone is on a mission” She said, buttering her toast before handing you a blueberry muffin just as she had everyday for the last year and a half. You huffed and rolled your eyes, “I had the pleasure of being walked halfway here by Barty.” Evan choked on his orange juice, a hand came to rest on his back as he oscillated between a wet cough and wheezing laugh. In your whirlwind anger you hadn’t noticed Regulus sat in the spot next to Evan. Although the two were close Regulus had stopped sitting by Evan during meals some time ago. Had you been keeping track you would have noticed it was around the same time you came to sit with the twin, maybe Barty was right- some advances in perception wouldn’t hurt you.
“And how was that?” Evan said, finally recovering from his fit and sitting up to look at you, clearly amused. “I hate him.” You deadpan and he lets out a high pitched giggle, “he loves you, though!” He squeals back, obviously happy with the little shiver you let out. “He does fancy you, he just has a gross way of showing it” Pandora confirms your worst nightmare, “And I’m supposed to be flattered?”
As you and Pandora bicker back and forth about your encounter, Regulus remains stiff in his seat. Somewhere between your mentioning of Barty walking you to breakfast and Pandora’s claim that he fancies you Regulus underwent full rigour mortis, and had failed every attempt to relax himself. It’s now that Evan sets a hand on his shoulder. “Alright?” The dark haired boy snaps to attention, turning to his friend. “Hm?” He had heard exactly what Evan said, but Regulus had developed the talent of selective hearing in social settings, it was fantastic for getting people to leave you alone. It worked now, as it usually did, Evan simply hummed surreptitiously and went back to his breakfast.
The day passed you by slowly, in the easy kind of way that often came with the seasons change. Everything seemed to slow down when autumn came over the castle, it was lovely. The very air seemed to take on an essence of calm and cosy.
You were indulging in said cosiness on one the common room couches, curled up close to the smouldering fire with a mug of cider whilst brushing up on some reading for your Care of Magical Creatures course. Or you had been before a dip in the cushion next to you pulled you out a passage about Kneazles. As you looked up you had to draw back a bit as Regulus peered over your shoulder to get a look at the page. “You know some people keep those things as pets” He says, a little absent minded in his delivery. His eyes finally find yours, but you didn't hear what he said- too focused on how close his face was to yours. When your brain finally catches up to your mouth you respond, “Oh. Yes, I knew a lady who had one. They get quite large when they’re fully grown, it was nearly the size of her. Although she has quite old, it isn’t hard to think she might have shrunk over the years-”
You snap your mouth shut, effectively end the rant about your elderly neighbour and her Kneazle. You have a tendency to ramble when you’re nervous, and the proximity of you and the boy next to you doesn't exactly set you at ease. You cringe in embarrassment, but Regulus is just smiling at you. It’s small, barely there really, just a small twinge in the corner of his mouth. But, for once, you notice.
“Fascinating.” He says sarcastically, shattering what you had thought to be a sweet moment. You huff, rolling your eyes and turning away from him, “can I help you?” You ask when he remains next to you. “I’m bored.” He says, leaning his hand on his chin. “Okay?” You shoot a glance at him, only for him to cock his head to the side. “Okay?” He parrots. You close your book and turn to face him causing him to sit up and lean back against the armrest. “What could I possibly do to entertain you, Mr. Black.” You ask in a sing-songy tone. “Read to me.” He says lazily, waving a hand at your book. You gawk at him before closing your mouth abruptly and turning away from him.
“No.”
“No?”
“No, Regulus”
“Why not?”
“Because”
Suddenly the book is snagged out of your hand, “Fine” He says, flicking through the book, “Although Kneazles have a feline-like appearance they are more closely related to the Nundu of East Africa…” You stare at him as he reads, fully expecting him to drop the bit and give your book back in some time. However, once he begins the next passage, going into more depth about the Nundu, you recline back into your seat with the realisation that he wasn’t playing a bit.
The warmth of the fire and Regulus’ soft voice lull you into a state of such all encompassing comfort that you feel your eyes becoming unbearably heavy. Eventually you couldn’t keep yourself sitting up anymore and you curled back against the arm rest, wrapping your blanket over your shoulders. It didn’t take long for you to fall asleep afterward.
When he realises you’ve fallen asleep, Regulus slowly closes the book and watches you for a moment, the soft pout of your lips and the steady rise and fall of your chest. You look so soft and comfortable in that moment, he could scoot closer to you, feigning that he too was lulled to sleep by the dull textbook.
Instead he places the book next to you, stands and goes to leave. What he doesn’t know is how light of a sleeper you are, every bump and stir wakes you- which is not ideal for a dorm room housing five teenage girls. You keep your eyes closed as he leans over you, pulling the blanket over your shoulders and brushing your hair away from your face. Perhaps you could get used to this.
#sirius black x reader#remus lupin x you#regulus black#the maruaders#pandora rosier#evan rosier#barty crouch jr#harry potter#self insert#slow burn
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