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honeyhoneypp · 8 months ago

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Hii I Iove ur op hcs!! Could you maybe do a hc on the monster trio reacting to their partner being pregnant out of notice?

A Good Mother

One Piece men with a pregnant girlfriend

What is wrong with your body? You wonder why you have been feeling sick lately, or why you haven't had your period even though it's been 3 months, or why your body has been feeling heavier and your stomach look rounder. You have also been craving food, but at the same time, food makes you feel sick. Could it be possible that..?

Female pronouns! Fluff + some angst on Zoro’s part

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L U F F Y

At first he didn’t really noticed your mood swings or food cravings, he just thought you wanted to be stronger like him! So he didn’t get worried, but he did notice how you started to get sick, which really worried him.

But what got him worried sick was when you suddenly fainted in the middle of a battle, he thought the enemy had hurt you, but Chopper quickly grabbed you and brought you back to the ship.

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Luffy was fighting the captain of a random pirate crew that got in his way, you were fighting one of the pirates but suddenly you started to feel dizzy, your vision became blurry and your legs started to get weak, and suddenly everything went completely black.

Luffy watched as you fell to the ground, thinking that the pirate had hurt you, he quickly stretched out his arm to hit the pirate in the face and easily knocked him out.

Luffy— “____!” — The captain tries to stab Luffy but he was quick to dodge __

Chopper— He quickly picks you up — “I got her, Luffy! Don’t worry”

When you finally wake up you were on bed, Chopper was sitting next to you.

Chopper— “Oh! You’re awake!”

— “Chopper..? W-What happened?”

Chopper— “You fainted in the middle of a battle, ____”

— “I did?”

Chopper— Nod — “Do you have any idea why this can be? Have you been drinking water, sleeping, have you been anxious?”

— “I’ve been hydrating myself and sleeping well, and I’m not anxious…”

Chopper— “I should probably run some blood tests to see if you have low sugar levels..”

— “I… I don’t think that’ll be necessary.”

Chopper— “Hm? Why is that, ____?”

— “I’ve been feeling weird lately”

Chopper— “Tell me more”

—“I’ve been having some weird food cravings, sometimes I just want to eat everything, but other times I can’t even look at food or I feel like I’m going to throw up. And I haven’t had my period for about 3 months now, I think… and also… I’ve been feeling my body a little bit heavier, and I’ve noticed that my stomach has gotten rounder too.”

You stand up and pull your shirt up to show Chopper that indeed your stomach looks rounder than before.

Chopper— “____… when was the last time you had sexual relations?”

— You sit back on the bed — “I think it was exactly 3 months ago… Chopper, you don’t think I’m pregnant right..?”

Chopper— “Well, those are signs of a pregnancy, but if you used protection then it’s probably something else. You used protection right?”

— “No.”

Chopper— He sighs — “You had sexual relations with Luffy, right?”

— “Yeah…”

Chopper— “____, I think you’re pregnant, but I’ll have you do a pregnancy test to be sure”

Chopper quickly went to look for something in his cabinets, then he came back with 3 pregnancy tests and 2 cups, one with water and the other one empty.

Chopper— “Here, drink this” — He hands you the cup of water and you drink it, then he hands you the empty cup and the 3 pregnancy tests — “I need you to urinate in this cup and then put the tip of the pregnancy tests inside the cup and leave it for around 10 seconds. Then bring the tests to me, got it?”

— “Okay…”

You quickly run to the restroom with all the things, you urinate in the cup and put the pregnancy tests inside of it, one at a time and then you wait for the results to appear.

After some minutes you start seeing how 2 lines start to appear on the pregnancy result.

— “Does this mean… that I’m pregnant?”

You throw the cup away and quickly go into Chopper’s office, you hand him the 3 pregnancy tests and he readers each one of them.

Chopper— “____, you are indeed pregnant. And since you had sexual relations 3 months ago, I’ll guess you’re already 3 months pregnant.”

— “I-“

Luffy open the door aggressively, he just came from defeating the whole pirate crew and quickly came to see how you were.

Luffy— “____! Are you okay?!” — He grabs your shoulders —

— “Y-Yes, Luffy. I’m okay”

Chopper— He taps your leg — “Do you want to tell him or should I tell him?”

— “Please tell him…” — You sit back on the bed —

Luffy— “Huh? Tell me what?”

Chopper— “Luffy, these are really important news, don’t freak out”

Luffy— “What do you mean? Just spit it out already”

Chopper— “____ is pregnant.”

Luffy— “Pregnant? You mean she has a baby in her tummy?”

Chopper— “Yes”

Silence filled the room, Luffy just stared at chopper and then at you. You were anxious, you didn’t know how he would take these news.

Luffy— He scratches his neck — “Okay.”

Chopper— “What do you mean ‘okay?!’ Luffy, this is something serious! Having a baby is a big responsibility!”

Luffy— “She’s just carrying a baby in her tummy, what’s the big deal?”

Chopper— “Luffy, are you not listening to yourself?! She’s carrying a baby! That means she won't be able to fight anymore, she'll be vulnerable to any kind of attack for at least 6 months! And after those 6 months you'll have to take care of a human baby that doesn't know how to defend itself!”

Luffy— “Shishishi, it’s okay, I’ll protect both of them! But if I can’t I trust you guys in protecting them! I think it’s a fun idea of having a little guy or girl running around the ship!”

Chopper— He sighs — “Luffy-”

— You put your hand on Chopper’s head — “Chopper, it’s alright. Trust him when he says he or his crew will protect us” — You smile at him —

Chopper— “Well I guess you’re right… Then I’ll protect you, ____!”

— You giggle — “I’m sure you will!”

Later that night

You were laying down in bed, Luffy had his head on your abdomen.

Luffy— “I can’t believe you have a baby here, that’s so funny. How did that even happened? Did you swallowed the little guy or girl?”

— “What? No! Luffy, do you seriously don’t know how I got pregnant?”

Luffy— he shakes his head —

— Sigh — “Remember that night? That night where I made you feel good and you also made me feel so good?”

Luffy— He thinks for a moment — “Oh yeah! That! Shishishi, that was a fun game, we should do it again”

— You laugh — “You’re right. But that’s the reason I got pregnant”

Luffy— “Oh, okay.”

— “You don’t understand, right?”

Luffy— He laughs — “Nope!”

— You smile at him — “You’ll understand someday, let’s go to sleep.”

Luffy falls asleep with his head on your abdomen, he didn't understand what was happening to your body or how big of a responsibility was taking care of a baby, but he knew he had to be more protective of you. After all, you're carrying his and your baby! And he's excited to see the baby.

Z O R O

He didn't really notice how your eating habits had changed, but he did notice your mood swings, he didn't want to think too much about it. I mean, they're normal, right? Maybe you're on that thing girls call "period."

But then he started to get worried when it had been over a week and you were still having the same mood swings, you're the person he tolerates the most, after Luffy of course. But he started to get annoyed by how you started crying over the smallest things, making you have a small argument.

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He was sitting on the edge of the bed, he was frustrated, he made you cry by raising his voice at you for questioning him about spending time together... why did he raise his voice at you? He was mentally insulting himself.

Then suddenly Sanji opened the door aggressively.

Sanji— “Hey, marimo” — He said with an aggressive tone —

Zoro— “Hm? What do you want?”

Sanji— “____, she fainted, she’s at Chopper’s office right now”

Zoro— “…What? She fainted?! Why?!”

Sanji— “I have no idea, I found her on the kitchen”

Zoro— He quickly stands up to go to the door — “Damn it!”

Sanji— He grabs his shoulder making him stop — “I heard how you raised your voice at her this morning, don’t you ever dare to hurt her feelings again or I’ll kick your ass”

Zoro doesn't say anything, he just slaps Sanji’s hand off his shoulder, but Sanji was right, he shouldn't have raised his voice at you. He quickly went to Chopper's office to check on you.

Zoro— “Chopper!”

Chopper— He flinches — “Zoro! You scared me!”

— “Zoro..?”

Zoro— “____! Oh, good you’re alright.” — He hugs you —

Chopper— “Yes, she just fainted because of being stressed, it’s nothing serious don’t worry”

Zoro— “…____, I’m really sorry for raising my voice at you this morning, I shouldn’t have done that… It was so stupid of me”

— “It’s okay, Zoro. I just been sensitive these past few days because I- I’m pregnant…”

Zoro— He freezes on place, did he heard you right? — “What did you said?”

— “I’m pregnant.”

Zoro— “You’re pregnant… Chopper, is that true? Is a baby actually growing inside of her?”

Chopper— “Yes, it’s true, those are the consequences of having unprotected sex”

Zoro— “So… how long do we have to wait for the baby to come out?”

Chopper— “Well since the last time you both had sexual relations was 3 months ago… I’ll say you have 6 months left.”

Zoro— “Well, what am I supposed to do now? Is she going to be okay?”

Chopper— “She’ll be okay, she just won’t be able to do a lot of psychical activity, like fighting.”

Zoro— “She won’t?!”

Chopper— “Yes, she’s carrying a baby so she won’t be able to do a lot of stuffs”

Zoro— “But what if I’m not able to protect her…”

— “Zoro…”

Chopper— “Don’t worry, Zoro. That’s why you have your crewmates! We’ll also protect ____!”

Zoro— “You’re right, thank you Chopper…”

Chopper— he nods — “If you guys ever need parenting advices please let me know! I’ll be studying more about human babies to help you guys.”

— “Thank you, Chopper, you’re the best doctor”

Chopper— He gets bashful — “Oh, you big dummy! Complimenting me like that doesn’t make me a bit happy, why would that make me happy?” — He says while doing a cute little dance —

— You giggle — “Whatever you say, Chopper.”

It was already afternoon, you were with Zoro in the crow's nest, he was resting with his head on your lap after a hard day of training.

— “Zoro, you should get some rest, you can’t be training hard everyday without rest.”

Zoro— “I can’t… I need to get stronger, and since you’re pregnant I’ll have to train way more”

— “It’s okay, Zoro. You heard what Chopper said, they’ll also protect me! Don’t you trust them?”

Zoro— “I do trust them, ____. But I want to be the one that protects you, what if everyone gets defeated? What will happen to you and our baby?

— “Zoro…”

Zoro— “And don't get me wrong, I'm very happy that we're going to have a baby... but I'm just worried, you know that my dream is to become the greatest swordsman and I train hard every day to achieve it, but that doesn't give me much time to spend with you.”

— You listen to him carefully —

Zoro— “I want to be there for you, I want to be a good father and boyfriend, but I also have my own dreams and you know that and I don’t want us to argue for that, like we did in the morning, it’s not good for you or the baby.”

— “I understand, Zoro. I’m sorry I acted that way this morning… being pregnant is hard, it can make you more sensitive or have mood swings, or that’s what Chopper told me… So I’ll need you to be patient with me too”

Zoro— He smiles at you and sits next to you — “I understand, ____. I’ll try my best to be a good boyfriend for you and our baby”

— “I know you’ll be a good father, Zoro”

Zoro puts his hand on your abdomen and feels the small bump.

Zoro— “I can’t wait to see if it’s a boy or a girl… Either way, I’ll teach them to be the next greatest swordsman.”

He's a little stressed about the idea of having a baby, as he doesn't want to make you feel alone due to his constant training, but he'll make sure to figure something out, and now you understand that too.

S A N J I

He was quick to notice your mood swings and cravings, noticing how sometimes you just wanted to eat the weirdest combinations or the entire refrigerator or how sometimes you couldn't stand the smell or sight of food.

Of course, he was very worried. Did you want to try new foods that he didn't know about? Did you get bored of his food? He couldn't go on with this, so he decided to ask you because he needed answers immediately.

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Sanji was in the kitchen preparing your favorite meal. He noticed that you didn't eat the meal he made this morning. He thought that you probably just didn't like what he made, but he was also thinking about other things.

Did you start to get bored with his cooking? Did you hate the food he was preparing? Or why haven't you been eating the food he's been preparing for you these past few days?

After finishing preparing the meal, he quickly walked out of the kitchen and went to the girl’s room. When he arrived, he knocked on the door, and you lazily said, "Come in."

Sanji— He opens the door and comes inside the room — “My love! I prepared your favorite dish!”

— “Oh, Sanji! Aw, you didn't have to, sweetie”

Sanji— “My love, I noticed that you didn't eat this morning, so you're probably hungry right now”

— “I'm not! I swear I'm okay!”

Sanji— "Are you getting bored of my food? Don't you like it anymore? You haven't been eating any of the food I've been preparing these past few days."

— “Oh, sweetie, it's none of that I swear! F-” — You quickly cover your mouth, you feel like you are going to throw up again —

Sanji— “My love?”

You quickly ran out of the room, you weren't going to be able to go all the way to the restroom to throw up so you had to lean onto the ship rail and throw up everything you had on your stomach.

Sanji follows you and he starts patting your back, letting you know that he's here if you need anything.

Sanji— "____?! Are you okay? Do you need anything? Some water? Should I call Chopper?!"

— “Sanji, I can't stand the smell of food, I have barely been eating because of that... I think I'm sick, please take me to Chopper”

He nods, then he picks you up and takes you to Chopper’s office when he arrives he opens the door with his foot.

Chopper— He turns his head to the door — “Sanji?! ____!? What happened to her?”

Sanji— “She’s been feeling sick lately, she can't stand the smell of food or she feels like she throws up, please, Chopper, do something!”

Chopper— “Okay, please put her on bed.”

Sanji doesn't say anything else and he simply puts you on the bed. He's really worried, what if it's something serious? What if it's some kind of sickness that not even Chopper can cure?

Chopper— “Okay, ____, please tell me your symptoms”

— “These past few days I've been feeling like I want to throw up just smelling the food, I have also been noticing that my stomach has been getting rounder, and I've also been feeling more sensitive.”

Chopper— He thinks for a moment — “When was the last time you got your period?”

— “I haven't gotten my period for 3 months now”

Chopper— He gasps — “Could it be that… ____, when was the last time you had sexual relations?!”

— “3 months ago… wait…”

Chopper— “But you used protection right?!”

Sanji— “Um…”

— “…No”

Chopper— “____… I think you're pregnant”

Sanji— “SHE’S WHAT?!”

— “What?! A-Are you sure!?”

Chopper— “I'm sure, but to be more sure I'll need you to take some pregnancy tests”

Chopper quickly ran to the cabinet and gave you a pregnancy test and a cup.

Chopper— “You’ll need to urinate in this cup, and then put the tip of the pregnancy test inside the cup, if it has 2 lines then that means you're pregnant… but if it has one line then it means you aren't pregnant. Any questions?”

You nod at everything Chopper says, how is Sanji taking this? Does he even want to be a father?

Sanji— He coughs — “So, Chopper, I have a question.”

Chopper— “Go ahead”

Sanji— “If she's pregnant…” — His eyes turn into hearts — “Does this mean her breasts will get bigger?!”

Chopper— “Yes indeed, they'll also get more sensitive and could probably leak breast milk, it's something normal but it could be embarrassing for ____.”

Sanji— “Bigger… sensitive… and they leak milk?!” — His nose starts bleeding —

— “Sanji!” — Your face turns red —

Chopper— “Sanji!?”

Later that night, after Chopper performed a blood transfusion on Sanji, and you took the pregnancy test that indeed came out positive, Sanji is still resting in bed. However, you are feeling impatient and decide to show him the pregnancy test now.

You open Chopper’s office and see Sanji resting on the bed, but he isn't asleep, he is just staring at the ceiling.

— “Sanji?”

Sanji— “____-love! Was the pregnancy test positive?!”

— You hand him the pregnancy test — “It is…”

Sanji— His eyes shine — “My love! We're having a baby! I can't believe this I real!”

He stands up picks you up and gently puts you on the bed.

— “Sanji, are you actually happy? I mean, do you really want to have a baby?”

Sanji— “Of course I am happy! I always wanted to start a family with you! Oh, this is the best day of my life!” — He starts filling your face with his kisses —

— You giggle — “Stop that! It tickles!”

Sanji— He laughs — “I'm sorry I'm just really happy!”

— “I'm happy too, but I won't be able to fight while I'm pregnant…”

Sanji— “You don't have to worry about that, ____. You know I'll always protect you!”

— You smile at him — “I'm sure you will”

Sanji— “I love you so much, sweetheart”

— “I love you too”

This man is happy about the idea of having a baby. He knows you will be a wonderful mother, and he is excited to see the changes your breasts will have. However, that's not all he cares about, he cares about your well-being and commodity, and will always be there for you if you ever need something. Trust me, he‘ll be the good father he never had. (biologically)

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The three of them have their own opinions about having a baby, but even with different opinions, the three of them will be great fathers! And they trust their crewmates to take care of you anytime they can't! <3

Please let me know if I made spelling mistakes, some things don’t make sense or got their personality wrong!

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wendichester · 3 days ago

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hey love your writing sm 🖤🖤

do you think you could maybe do a fic where little brother!reader and Sam and dean are hanging out after a case, maybe Cas too, and they have a little bonfire and drinking beer and dean is playing on his guitar and they're just relaxed and a bit sore and comforting each other and just rly fluffy and bonding time

⋆𐙚 ₊ ° ashes and chords,

summary. post-hunt bonding moments with the brothers are always the best.

pairing. sam + dean winchester x lil bro!reader ft. castiel genre. fluffy fluff

wordcount. 526

notes / warnings. mild alcohol use, light language, post-case fatigue.

The fire crackles like it’s got something to say, and honestly, it probably does—too bad none of you speak fluent bonfire. You’re tucked in your hoodie like a burrito, nursing a half-warm beer, watching flames eat through logs with the same kind of lazy hunger you had for that roadside diner an hour ago.

Dean’s perched on a camping chair like it’s a throne, guitar in his lap, fingers lazily picking at strings. Not a real song—just little half-formed melodies that live in the space between words. It fits the mood perfectly.

Sam's stretched out on the ground, back against a log, legs all long and annoyingly relaxed. He’s got that post-hunt stiffness in his shoulders, same as you, but he’s smiling like his bones didn’t just get rattled by a wendigo in rural Iowa.

Even Cas showed up. Which is rare. He’s standing off to the side like someone invited him to the wrong party but he's too polite to leave. His eyes are fixed on the fire, like he's trying to understand it. You think maybe he is.

“You know,” Dean says, not looking up from his guitar, “we should do this more often.”

Sam hums, tipping his beer toward the stars. “You say that every time.”

“And I mean it every time.” Dean strums something that sounds suspiciously like “Take It Easy” and grins. “Don’t be a smartass.”

You snort, legs curled under you on the blanket. “That’s your thing, isn’t it?”

Dean mock gasps. “You wound me.”

Cas tilts his head. “He appears unharmed.”

Sam bursts out laughing, and even you crack up because God, Cas is funny without trying and Dean looks like someone just stole his car and insulted his music taste.

There’s a beat of silence. Comfortable. The kind of quiet that only comes after blood and bruises and making it out alive. You feel it settle in your chest, that deep, rare kind of peace that sneaks up on hunters when the world isn’t ending for five consecutive minutes.

Dean plays softer now, almost absent-mindedly. A lullaby for hunters. “You did good today,” he says, just like that, quiet but firm.

You blink. “We all did.”

“Still. You held your ground. I'm proud of you.”

And man, that—that hits different. You glance away like you're not trying to blink it back. Sam nudges your knee with his boot, a silent I heard that too, little bro.

Cas sits down finally, awkward and stiff like he’s still learning how to do the whole “hangout” thing. He watches you for a second. “You were brave.”

That’s what gets you. Not the praise. Not the beer. Not the fire or the guitar or even Dean being sentimental. It’s Cas, looking at you like you matter. Like you mean something.

“Thanks,” you murmur, voice scratchy. “Means a lot.”

Dean starts a new tune, familiar and slow. It’s Simple Man. He doesn’t sing the words, just plays them. You know them anyway.

And in the middle of the night, surrounded by your weird little found family, your body sore and your heart full—you let yourself breathe.

For once, you let yourself feel safe.

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everyones-doormat · 3 months ago

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STAY

PART FOUR STAY MASTERLIST

kang sae-byeok x fem!reader

synopsis: sae-byeok never let people in—until she met you, ji-yeong’s roommate. You don’t ask for more, you just stay. And for someone who’s always been alone, that changes everything.

warnings: none

Sae-byeok was becoming a constant in your life.

She never said she was staying. Never admitted that she liked being here. But she was, again and again.

At this point, you weren’t even surprised when you woke up to find her curled up on your couch, hood pulled over her face, blanket twisted around her body.

Ji-yeong noticed too.

“She lives here,” she muttered one morning, stuffing cereal into her mouth while eyeing Sae-byeok, still asleep on the couch. “You guys dating or something?”

You scoffed, filling your mug with coffee. “No.”

Ji-yeong snorted. “You sure? ‘Cause she sure as hell doesn’t let me get this close.”

You ignored her, taking a sip of your drink. But you couldn’t help the way your eyes flickered back to Sae-byeok. The way her face looked softer in sleep. The way she always relaxed here in a way she never did anywhere else.

No. You weren’t dating.

But maybe you wanted to be.

That night, you found yourself standing next to Sae-byeok on your tiny balcony.

She didn’t usually come out here, but tonight she did. The city stretched below you, the distant sounds of the traffic humming.

You leaned against the railing, arms folded. “You never sleep at home.”

She didn’t respond immediately.

“Don’t have one.”

You turned, studying her profile. She wasn’t looking at you, just staring at the street below, fingers tapping against the railing.

It was the most she’d ever admitted to you.

It wasn’t much. But it was something.

You exhaled softly. “Guess that explains why you keep ending up here.”

She didn’t deny it, didn't look at you.

Just shifted a little closer, so her shoulder almost brushed yours.

You didn’t call attention to it. You knew by now that isn't what she wanted. Instead-

You just let her be.

After a long silence, she finally spoke again.

“You meant it, right?”

You frowned. “Meant what?”

She glanced at you, her eyes unreadable. “That you like having me around.”

You met her gaze. “Yeah. Of course I meant it.”

She didn’t smile.

But her fingers curled slightly around the edge of the railing, gripping it just a little tighter.

“…Okay.”

That was all she said.

But she stayed out there with you for a long time.

And when you went back inside, she didn’t take the couch.

She followed you to your room instead.

Didn’t ask. Didn’t hesitate.

Just slipped under the covers beside you, back turned, silent as always.

You didn’t say anything.

Just reached out, fingers brushing against hers for the briefest second before pulling back.

She didn’t move away.

And that said everything she didn’t.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

Sae-byeok didn’t leave.

Not the next morning. Not the next night.

She was still guarded, still quiet—but something was different now.

Something had shifted.

It was in the little things.

Like how she no longer sat on the edge of the couch, like she was ready to bolt at any second. Now, she sat next to you, close enough that your knees would occasionally brush against each others.

Like how she didn’t hesitate before eating the food you made.

Like how, at night, she didn’t just stay—she found her place beside you.

She never said anything about it. Never acknowledged how easy it was to be here, with you.

But she didn’t have to.

You felt it.

One evening, you found her in the kitchen, staring blankly at the fridge.

You leaned against the doorframe. “Staring at it won’t make food appear.”

She turned her head slightly, giving you a look. “Shame.”

You smirked. “We should probably go grocery shopping before Ji-yeong starts eating her own shoes.”

Sae-byeok hummed, closing the fridge door. “You always take care of people?”

You tilted your head. “What do you mean?”

She leaned against the counter, watching you carefully. “You take care of Ji-yeong. You feed me even though I don’t ask. You don’t have to, but you do.”

You shrugged. “I guess… I just like making sure people are okay.”

She nodded slowly, considering that. Then—

“And who takes care of you?”

You blinked.

You hadn’t been expecting that.

Your lips parted, but no immediate answer came. Because honestly? You didn’t know.

Sae-byeok studied your face, her expression unreadable. Then, before you could respond, she pushed away from the counter and muttered, “Come on. Let’s go.”

You frowned. “Go where?”

“Grocery store.” She grabbed her hoodie off the chair. “Can’t have you starving.”

You stared at her for a second.

Then you smiled, small, barely there.

And when she walked past, you reached out, fingers grazing her wrist. Not enough to stop her. Just enough for her to feel that you were there.

She didn’t pull away.

Didn’t react much at all.

But as she opened the door, you caught it—the smallest twitch at the corner of her lips.

Maybe she was starting to take care of you too.

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Guys. Is the slow burn-slow burning? <3

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reiiaokii · 4 months ago

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love in transit

14. "to shitty relationships?"

scene fourteen in session …

megan's pov :

i took the stuff manon had bought out of the bag. soju, beer, and a bunch of snacks that seemed to be y/n's favorites. i mean, who else would eat that much turtle chips?

while we were waiting for manon to get settled, y/n beelined for the bathroom to change into something more comfortable.

"fifi, do you have any clothes i can borrow?" y/n asked as she had peeked her head out of the bathroom.

before sophia could reply, i spoke up. "wait, you can wear my hoodie. only if you want of course." i stammered. "i don't mind. it's just for a night anyways."

y/n hesitated at first, but she knew megan would only insist, so, she just agreed.

sophia, seemed to think it was hilarious. she was trying not to smile, but i could see the amusement dancing in her eyes.

once y/n came back from the bathroom, manon was finally settled, my curiosity only grew.

of course, i was curious about what had gone down between y/n and her now-ex-boyfriend, but i didn't want to pry. i figured i should respect her privacy, especially since i hadn't realized she had any boundaries to begin with.

as manon set shot glasses on the coffee table, sophia filled me in on the reason behind y/n's little 'happy hour meltdown.'

apparently, yn's ex was one real piece of work. just not in the way i'd think, not what anyone would think with how he portrays himself on campus as this little 'perfect' star student.

sophia glanced over at y/n, who was lounging with her eyes closed, head resting on a pillow. when y/n didn't comment, manon asked a question that caught me off guard, nearly making me spill the drink i was pouring.

i froze, staring at sophia and manon in shock, then at kazuha standing in the back who only shrugged.

"what?" i asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

sophia rolled her eyes with a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. "don't act like you didn't hear her."

manon took the bottle from my hand, continuing to pour shots. "would you date y/n?" she asked, her tone casual despite knowing the answer all too well.

i felt my ears burn with embarrassment. "what the fuck kind of question is that?" i muttered. i wanted to quite literally shoot myself for replying like that, but i pushed on.

sophia smirked. "an honest one, we just want your opinion."

as i processed the conversation, i realized what kind of person y/n's ex must have been. i felt a surge of indignation. "no, i guess i'm not entirely against the idea," i mumbled.

sophia raised an eyebrow knowingly. "ooh, you hear that y/n?" the older filipina cooed, her voice teasing and playful.

"leave the poor girl alone you two," y/n yawns, stretching her arms up before sitting up with the help of kazuha. the small 'thank you' she mumbles right after just makes me want to hug her, which i will, at least eventually. just not in the presence of two unserious crackheads.

"i don't want to talk about it anymore. let's just keep drinking." she reaches over me who is leaning against the coffee table with my legs crossed, and takes an entire soju bottle whole instead of a glass.

every watches y/n take a lengthy swig before sinking back into the sofa.

"to shitty relationships?" manon raises her glass.

"the absolute shittiest, of relationships." y/n adds, holding the bottle up.

i have thoughts about that, but i can't let myself get too deep in them. it doesn't help with the little ( big ) crush i have on her.

i'm probably just conspiring, but i think i could be the one that would show her what real relationships are all about.

then again, like she'd give me a chance.

"get home safely, okay?" megan exclaims as she stares at the pair. kazuha smiles, nodding as she holds manon up.

"god, you're so fucking nice." manon slurs, eyes barely open. "why don't you just date y/n? she'd be so much happier. you're also, really, really hot. just a little though."

"okay!" kazuha pulls her a little roughly, glaring at the girl beneath her even though manon is completely oblivious. "time to go. thanks again for letting y/n stay over the night." she rushes out, turning before manon could say anything else absolutely ridiculous.

megan laughs as they walk away, kazuha muttering something to manon that has her wondering how much truth there is to that statement. it's a nice ego boost to find out manon, and by extension, y/n, ( somewhat ) find her 'attractive.'

after megan shuts the door, she finds y/n curled up on the couch, sophia completely knocked out right beside her.

she wonders if y/n is still awake, knowing she switched to water while the three of them continued drinking. ( kazuha not drinking anything, at all. ) megan reached over to grab one of the blankets resting on the one-seat couch, unfolding it, until y/n lets out a yawn.

"i'm still awake, y'know." y/n laughs tiredly, one eye opening that stops megan from covering her. "can we talk? just real quick, i promise you."

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boundbyeclipse · 6 months ago

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Ok so hear me out

Omg do that again with Jason...

heaven's on fire

genre : smut

word count : 1762

tags : praising, shy!reader, female!reader, soft!jason, public sex, car sex, protected sex, kind of a meh plot

from the prompt list : 6. "oh my god, do that again"

a/n : i loved the idea of the reader not having too much experience along with a softie Jason, who's guiding her and praising her.

“How much longer? My ass hurts from sitting”

“Just a little bit more, the gas station should be about five minutes away now”

After being in the car for the past hour or so, you began to feel pain in certain areas of your body and desperately wanted to get out for at least a little bit. Stretching and walking was a necessity right now, even if you still had another hour ahead of you until you’re finally home.

Driving all the way from one city to another wasn’t easy since Jason needed to perform at different locations. And since you two were quite a fresh couple for a few months now, he asked if you maybe wanted to have a little trip so that you both could spend more time together. Without a doubt, you agreed and packed some stuff to hit the road. It was also such a perfect timing because it was summertime and you had just finished college. Things couldn’t get any better, right?

Speaking of your not so long relationship with Jason, you haven’t experienced much before with anyone. Sure, few dates here and there, then that one guy you dated but it didn’t work out, well, it was something, but not a lot. That’s why Jason wanted to give you the most out of this relationship, show you things you haven’t seen, give you the attention, love and care, take you to places, and most importantly - make it last. And you haven’t ever felt this happy.

“Here it is” he said, making a turn to park the car at the gas station.

“God, finally. Can we also go grab something to eat? I’m actually starving” you said, rubbing your stomach in the meantime.

“Of course” he gave you a smile and you both went inside the store.

Your body was hurting from sitting in the car and it was tough for you to kneel down for the lower shelves, so you had to bend down. But what you didn’t know was that Jason was right behind you, and you accidentally bumped into his front with your butt.

“Shoot, I’m sorry” you whisper-yelled and laughed at him, covering your mouth with a hand.

Jason licked his lips and took a step aside, seemingly laughing too, but it also kind of looked like he was taken aback.

“Hopefully no one saw that” you murmured and picked up some chocolate bars from that lowest shelf, getting back into standing position as you flashed a look at your boyfriend.

He coughed, “Um, are you getting anything else? I grabbed this” he showed you a wrapped up sandwich and an energy drink.

Your eyes widened.

“I need that”

He giggled at your expression and followed you around until you were done picking the food, then paying for everything.

“Can we just eat while standing? I can still feel the aches”

“Of course, but first we should park a bit further so that people can get their gas”

After you both got outside and began eating, Jason couldn’t help but stare at you with that interesting look in his eyes. The clothes you were wearing weren’t too helpful, he began to think of stuff that he probably shouldn’t think about right now. You’re in the gas station, still on the road. But still an hour away from home. God, calm down, Jason, he thought to himself.

“Everything okay, babe?” you asked, snapping him out of his mind.

“Oh- Y-yeah,” he chuckled lightly, “you look really gorgeous”

His compliment made your cheeks warm as you blushed, trying to hold back a big smile that wanted to break out so badly. You loved how he appreciated your beauty, even if it made you shy and giddy. And maybe it’s because no one has actually given you such a compliment before.

“Thank you,” you looked at him for a second before darting your eyes away, lacking bravery.

He found it so cute how you got shy and vulnerable, it was one of the main reasons why he liked you so much. But this time he just couldn’t hold it together, he knew you had very little experience in some things, were shy, but how you looked and how you accidentally bumped against him earlier just knocked him off of his feet. Not literally, of course.

Once you got back into the car, Jason couldn’t get himself to start the car.

“Jason, something’s not quite right. Talk to me, hm?” you said, taking his large hand in yours. He swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down as he did, eyes looking through the front window.

“It’s going to sound really silly and maybe stupid, but the way you backed up on me in that store… It actually made me feel things” he spoke up, looking over at you to see your face. Your lips parted and you didn’t know what to say.

“I’m sorry, I really didn’t know you were right behind me. Let’s head home and I’ll help you out with my unskilled ass” you laughed it off and went on to put the seatbelt on, but his hand stopped you, trapping your body in your seat.

His face was just inches away from yours, his curly locks in his face as he looked at your lips for a moment.

“I can’t wait another hour, love. I need you right now” he pleaded, scanning your face for a reaction. Your breathing became quicker with the tension in the air, heat growing between your thighs as Jason’s hand found it’s way on your hip. It slowly rubbed your skin, sending shivers down your spine.

“Jason,” you whispered, “kiss me”

You could not resist. It was impossible to hold back when he was touching you like that, looking at you like that and turning you on so much. It was kind of risky to do all of this next to the gas station, but Jason wouldn’t have parked the car in this dark spot if he didn’t have any thoughts. And he did, because he knew there was no way he could wait it out until you’re home.

He kissed you so passionately, a little rough, but not too harsh, as his hand found its way in between your thighs, his thumb rubbing against your core really lightly. It left you squirming in the leather seat breathing heavier each second, the need growing quickly. Jason groaned as he could not hold it in anymore, reaching to grab a pack of condoms from his bag. Falling back into his seat as he unbuckled his jeans, he took his hard length out, stroking it up and down before rolling the condom down.

You watched him for a moment, thoughts racing in your head as you felt shy all of a sudden. Maybe even a little embarrassed. It’s not that you haven’t ever seen it or touched it, because you have. It was another thing.

You have never been on top before.

“Come here, please, I want to feel you around me” Jason said, looking at you with his eyes half shut and head thrown against the back of the seat.

“I’ve never been on top” you admitted.

“It’s okay, I’ll guide you, baby”

With all the strength in you, you removed your skirt and tights, leaving underwear on because you knew Jason loved it. He had a thing for that.

You climbed on top, and Jason aligned his pulsating tip with your entrance, letting you know it’s okay for you to sink down. As he filled your insides up, you let out a shaky whimper, your hands wrapping around his neck as you intertwined them, hesitating to move at first. But Jason placed his hands on your hips and dug the nails into your skin, moving you back and forth as he helped you out. And being on top felt way too good for you, maybe even better than your usual pose that had you under him. You could feel his tip hitting the right spot each time you rolled your hips, the knot in your stomach building quicker than it ever had before.

To your surprise, this was better than you had ever anticipated. You could only ask yourself why you always felt so shy about it. Because this was heavenly.

Riding him and getting lost in the moment, you unconsciously squeezed around his length which made him moan louder than usual, gaining a tighter grip on your skin.

“Oh my god, do that again” he breathed with a smile on his smile, attacking your breasts with kisses and sucking on the hardened nipples.

“D-do what?” you could barely talk due to the ecstatic feeling you were drowning in at the moment.

“Squeeze around me, baby”

You did it, earning a soft moan from your boyfriend that vibrated through your body as he still had your flesh in between his teeth.

“You’re doing so well, keep going” he praised you, hands sliding up and down your back until they squeezed your butt as a sign to give him more of that feeling.

“Just like that”

Hearing him praise you like that only made you pick up the pace and reach your high sooner, you found it hard to be patient, you needed that release as much as Jason did.

And just a few moments later, you came around his length, covering your mouth, walls throbbing as you coated him with your juices, body jolting with pleasure. Jason was almost there too, telling you to not stop and moaning to you how good of a girl you are. The sounds he made drove you crazy, it’s like you could cum right then and there off of his voice alone.

He finally filled the condom up and you got off of him, watching his chest go up and down as Jason was getting his breath back.

“So,” he spoke in between breaths, “did you like it?”

“Yes” you said while fixing yourself and your clothes.

“See? You shouldn’t be so shy” he threw the used condom in a small space where he put trash.

You nodded, giggling to yourself.

“Let’s head back home, dummy. I might want to try that again. But in a more comfortable environment, you know” you suggested, and Jason shot you a look of surprise as he stopped what he was doing for a second.

“Didn’t expect you to come out of your shell like that” he smiled, grabbing your hand and kissing the back of it. You snickered.

“Drive, dummy, we gotta get home”

#metallica smut #metallica fic #metallica fics #jason newsted smut #jason newsted fic #jason newsted fics #jason newsted x reader

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denaliwrites · 2 years ago

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Regale You With A Gourd-geous Tale

Alec Hardy x GN!Reader

Summary: You and Alec partake in the annual Broadchurch Pumpkin Carving Contest, but things go rather sideways.

Soundtrack: Pumpkin Cowboy by Brian David Gilbert

Requests: Open!

Warnings: Alec is not a basic white girl.

You had thought that convincing the Broadchurch DI to enter the annual Pumpkin Carving Contest would be fun, help him integrate into the community better, and meet people in a context that did not involve crime.

You had been wrong.

Sure, the actual contest had gone swimmingly up to a point. You didn't win, but it was fun. Until it wasn't.

First, one of the local pub owners had gotten too drunk and caused a scene. Then, one of the village kids had gone missing (he was found an hour later eating a candy apple as if nothing had happened). Then, someone had injured themselves with the carving tools (how? you were unsure).

Overall, it was just hard to really focus on the activity at hand.

Also, your pumpkins sucked.

You blamed the multiple distractions.

You did get a consolation prize of a free drink ticket, which you used for a pint of Guinness, so at least there was that.

"I'm sorry," Alec said as you walked home. "I know you really wanted me to be normal today."

You sighed. "It's not your fault." He had his arm around your shoulder, making it easy to lightly bump against him as you walked. "I know it's hard for you to shut work off... especially when it just keeps coming at you like that."

"It really did," he groused, rubbing at his eyes with his free hand. "Just one thing after another, all day."

The two of you walked in silence for a stretch after that, until Alec brought you to a halt outside a coffee shop. "Would you like something?" he asked, tossing his head towards the cafe. "Something to make up for today."

"You don't have to do that," you said, smiling. "But, sure. Large pumpkin spice latte, please."

"Y'ken," he said as he parted from you, "I've never had a pumpkin spice latte."

He did not give you the opportunity to respond. He was gone in an instant, stepping inside to order your drinks. You waited outside for him to come back, your stunned expression never leaving you.

He eventually returned, handing you your drink. It took him a minute to notice your shocked look.

"What is it?" he asked, and you could tell he was totally oblivious.

"You've never had a pumpkin spice latte?" you finally asked.

"... No," he answered unsurely, blinking. "Should I've?"

"Well... I mean... probably? Maybe? It's just that, like, everyone's had at least one by now."

"Except me."

"See, that's where you're wrong, because I have a pumpkin spice latte right here, and you're going to try it." You plucked his coffee out of his hand, replacing it with your latte.

He stared dumbfounded at it for a moment.

"You're supposed to drink it," you said in amusement, watching him. "It won't bite, Alec."

Hesitantly, he took a sip. The expression he made afterward was not entirely pleased, but it wasn't completely disgusted. In terms of Alec's reactions, that wasn't a terrible sign.

He handed the latte back to you and took his own coffee back in one swift move, then took a palette-cleansing sip of his drink. "I never want to taste that again," he said, motioning to your latte.

"Oh, come on, it's not that bad!"

"Is this because we lost the pumpkin carving contest? Are you punishing me?" he asked jokingly, turning to look at you. "I did say I was sorry."

"It's not that!" you whined, shoving at his shoulder playfully. You were met with a chuckle. "Do you really not like it?"

"It's... fine," he answered honestly. "I'm not gonna go orderin' it but it's not the worst thing I've ever had, either."

Well, for Alec, that was a win.

"I'll get you," you said jovially with a smirk. "One of these days, you'll like pumpkin spice."

What he couldn't bear to tell you, was that he'd hated it. Could not stand the taste of it. And the idea of having to ever have that terrible flavor anywhere near his mouth ever again terrified him.

But, the idea of "converting" him made you happy, so he played along, hoping for his own sake that he did end up liking the stuff through sheer force of will.

And, he still felt bad about the pumpkin carving contest. While you were still asleep in the early hours of the morning, he snuck out of bed and ran to the shops, picking up two pumpkins and a carving kit for the two of you to enjoy alone at home.

When you woke up and saw his gift, not only were you pleased as punch, but you insisted on carving them right away.

The previous day had had some bad spots, but that day was perfect.

#alec hardy x reader #alec hardy x you #alec hardy fanfic #alec hardy #david tennant #broadchurch #broadchurch fanfic

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idk6123 · 9 months ago

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Standing Up For Yourself (Ryuji Sakamoto X Male reader)

Rank 1

The school is looking just a bit better, despite the many other problems. Now that Kamoshida is behind jails, The Phantom Thieves are making their start. No one knows that it started with 4 students in Shujin, all of them felt victim to Kamoshida one way or another. Even though they defeated him, most of them felt closure, except one member, Y/N.

Ryuji knows his classmate a bit before him joining the team. He’s part of the volleyball team, and whenever he got bruises, he’s more standoffish and more timid then the day before. Even though the teen got his courage when fighting his abuser, Ryuji knows whatever happens still affects him to this day. Knowing he needs a friend; the blonde is more than happy to help him.

“I prefer ramen, but this ain’t bad.”

At Big Bang Burger, Y/N and Ryuji are eating a burger and some fries. “I’m more accustomed to this then eastern food.”

“Oh yeah. You’re from America, right?”

“Yup. Definitely recommend visiting it.”

Ryuji smiles. “Was already on my bucket list.” He takes a bite of his burger. “Jesus… I’m already feeling stuffed.”

“You’re almost done with just one burger.”

“I know, but I’m not used to this.” Ryuji sighs. “I should probably think of burning these calories…” He mutters. That’s when he got an idea. “How about we go running sometime?”

“Like jogging?”

“Sure. Since we’re both on the team, we need to pull our weight. Besides, now that we’re Phant-” Ryuji let out a yelp after getting kicked by Y/N. “I mean, now that we’re… in a new team, we need to increase our stamina.”

“True. I haven’t lost my skills… but it’s probably better to not neglect them.”

Rank 2

On a free day, both teens get in their jogging clothes and run around the area. After several minutes, they stop at the park and sit down a bench to rest.

“How’re ya holding up?” Ryuji says through breathing.

“I’m fine.” Y/N replies. “I have to say, I did miss this.”

“Running and sweating?”

“Yeah. There is just something fun about it.”

“I know, right?” Ryuji agrees wholeheartedly. His smiles drop. “…Do you also miss being in the volleyball team?”

“…Sorta.” Y/N answers. “I miss my friends and moving my body… but I couldn’t look at it the same way then before all this happened.” He let out a sigh.

“Do you think you will ever rejoin?”

“I doubt that. Anyway… how about we continue running. Bet I’m faster than that.”

Without a respond, he runs away, with Ryuji quickly following him. Tbe blonde did notice Y/N quickly changing the conversation.

Rank 3

Both teen run again. They rest again at the same bench then before.

“I’ve been meaning to tell you something.” Ryuji speaks up as they both do some stretches. Y/N is curious what he’s going to say. “I’m sorry.”

“About what?” Y/N has no idea what he’s talking about.

“Before. I didn’t want to pry. I’m just worried about you.”

“Oh.” Y/N put his left foot back on the ground. “It’s just a sore spot… that’s all. But you don’t have to worry about me. With Kamoshida gone, I’m getting better.”

“…But you’re not… fully over it?”

“…Yeah.” Y/N answers with some difficulty admitting to it. “I just need some time to process what happened. I still hold a grudge against him… and me for not doing anything.”

“Y/N…” Ryuji looks sorry for him. “Remember that in the end, you did stand up against him, and you stopped him. And you didn’t do alone. You have friends. And with us, you don’t have to worry about being treated like shit.”

Y/N smiles. “Yeah… That’s true.”

Rank 4

It’s another day for the teens to jog. Each time they do, they get better and better. During their break, Y/N looks at the environment, while Ryuji is drinking water. Far away, Y/N sees two guys hanging around, which reminds him of something.

“I’m happy I got friends like you.”

“Eh?” Ryuji is looking a bit off guard. “Whaddaya mean?”

“You don’t remember?” Y/N asks as he looks back. “You said I’m not alone anymore. And even though I’m often scared to stand up, I remember I’m not alone, and I got support by my friends. That’s why I need to tell you something”

Ryuji is intrigued. “What can I help you?”

“…I’m getting bullied.”

The delinquent looks immediately furious. “What!? By who?!”

Y/N remains quiet. “Look, I don’t want you get into a fight because of me. I want to try to fix it by myself.”

Ryuji can’t believe what he’s hearing. “Didn’t you just said it was nice being supported by friends?”

“Yeah… b-but I want to try to do it on my own.” Ryuji looks doubtful at him. “Please. I promise I will go to you if things go south.”

Though not liking it, Ryuji gives in. “Fine.”

Rank 5

When Ryuji walks in the hallway as he goes to the restroom, he hears people inside it. What makes him worried is that they sound like they’re fighting.

“You really think you’re better than me!?”

“I’m not! But that doesn’t make it right to treat me like shit!”

“But you are!”

Ryuji quickly gets in the bathroom to see the bully closing in on his friend. The blonde quickly runs to him, grabs his shoulder and pull him away.

“If you want to deal with him, then you have to deal with me!”

The bully scoffs. “Whatever.” He walks away, out of the restroom.

The delinquent looks back at his friend. “You OK?”

“I’m fine…” Y/N looks still startled. “Thanks for helping out.”

“You’re welcome. …He’s not going to stop anytime soon.”

“I know.” Y/N respond. “Just let me think of how to deal with it…”

“He won’t stop.” Ryuji said again. “You’re method didn’t work.”

“Ryuji, I need to be the one to stand up.” Y/N says insistently. “I appreciate the support, but I need to be the one to help myself. I can’t rely on others 24/7, but I do on myself. Please, let me think of something.”

Ryuji sighs. “If you say so.”

Rank 6

Y/N once again tried to stand up for himself and end the bullying. He again meets up with his bully somewhere isolated and away from the other group. Someplace outside at the seating area, Y/N hopes his deeds will succeed.

“Look, I don’t want to fight anymore. We both just get hurt. None of this is worth it. Can’t we just move on?”

“Why should I?” The bully responds with some snark. “You deserve it.”

Y/N frowns. “Why do I deserve it then?”

“Because you’re pathetic, even now.” The bully gets closer to Y/N. “And it pisses me the fuck off!”

Suddenly, the delinquent appears with a glare. “That’s enough!” Without bothering for a respond, he runs to the bully to give him a sucker punch. The bully looks shocked, as does Y/N. “If you ever thought you can lay a finger on him ever again, think again.”

The bully tsked. With one glare back at his target, he walks away, leaving the two alone.

“You’re okay?”

“I’m fine, b-but you shouldn’t helped. I had it under control.”

Ryuji doesn’t expect Y/N to raise his tone. “He was just about to hit you!”

“And I should’ve faced it.” Y/N argues. “You can’t always have my back, and I need to learn to rely on myself. But with you helping me, all I’m doing is rely on other people!”

“Well, excuse me for caring!” Ryuji frowns. “All I was doing is looking out for a friend, and you couldn’t even say thank you.” He let out a grown, as both teens continue to look annoyed. “Fine, have fun relying on your own.” With that, he walks away, making Y/N tiredly sigh.

Rank 7

“Don’t you think there is something wrong?” Ann asks to her friend, Makoto. Both of them are talking on the roof. On the other side, Y/N is chatting with their leader and Morgana, while Ryuji is talking with Yusuke. “They used to be inseparable. And now they barely look at each other.”

“Maybe they had a fight?” Makoto suggests. “I can sense they hold some irritation for each other.”

Ann frowns. “And they don’t make things up.” She sighs. “I guess they’re guys after all…” She then has an idea. “We should help them. If they won’t do it, we need to.”

“As much as I would like to help, we can’t force them to be friends.”

Ann thinks of something. “I got something.”

After sharing her plan, the two girls got it to action. Ann is currently at Leblanc with Ryuji. When the door opens, the blonde is surprised to see Makoto and Y/N. There is instantly an awkward silence, as the other two walk towards them.

“What’s going on?” Ryuji asks.

“You guys need to make up.” Ann speaks up. “You two were supposed to be best friends. It really kills moral that our two goofballs don’t get along.” So, the other two sits down, starting the conversation.

“How about we start what started all of this?” Makoto suggests. “How about you talk Y/N?”

Y/N sighs. “I got this bully who harasses me.” The two girls look surprised. “And I wanted to deal with him. …I know I’m not the most… outspoken, but I want to proof to myself I can stand up for myself. When I tried fixing things, Ryuji overheard… and punched him.”

“The guy was about to hit Y/N! I gotta do somethin’!” Ryuji defends himself. “I’m trying to help, but he kept saying he can handle it, but this guy won’t stop.”

“I think I know this is about.” Makoto speaks up. “I think we can blame this on miscommunication. Ryuji, do you understand that Y/N wants to improve his self-confidence and be more independent?”

“…Yeah.”

“And Y/N, do you understand despite your protests, Ryuji wants to help you?”

“Yes.”

“And about the bully, how many times did you faced him?”

“Two times.”

Makoto hums. “Y/N, give yourself some credits. You stand up for yourself, despite him not stopping. It takes some real guts to do that. But there are times when we need other people’s help. Let me handle it. I’m sure I can help you.”

Y/N hesitates. He looks back at Ryuji, knowing what he would say. “Alright.”

“Good.” Ann looks happier. “I guess that means you two made up.”

“Huh? We did?” Ryuji asks.

Makoto closes her eyes. “How about we leave you two to figure things out.”

Thus, the two girls left the café, leaving Ryuji and Y/N alone.

“I meant it when I said I was trying to help you.�� The blonde says. “And I know you wanted to prove yourself, and you did, but there is nothing to be ashamed to ask help.”

Y/N hums. “I guess so… I’m sorry, Ryuji.” He smiles. “And thanks for being my friend. I appreciate I got you watching over me, like everyone else.”

Rank 8

Inside of the student council classroom, Makoto summoned Y/N and Ryuji to it.

“Thank you for coming.” Makoto speaks up. “Thank you for speaking out, Y/N. I got a lot of info for it, but I’m afraid we need evidence in order to get him punished.”

“Are you shitting me!?” Ryuji yells. “This guy is harassing innocent people, and the school can’t even do something about it?”

“I get how you feel. I wish the school took stuff like this more seriously.” Makoto looks disappointed, but that soon disappears. “However, I won’t let this slide. If the school wants evidence, we will get some.”

“What do you mean?” Y/N asks.

“We record you talking with him, and if he threatens you, and even better, confessed for what he did, then we can use it.” Makoto suggested. “However, that would mean using you as bait.”

“I’m up to it.” Y/N says.

Makoto looks proud at him. “Good. That’s why I wished to speak to you as well, Ryuji. If he tried to hurt Y/N, you jump in. But try not to use violence.”

“As long as he gets what he deserves.” Ryuji responds.

“He does.” Makoto assures. “It looks like we got a plan.”

Rank 9

It’s finally the day the bullying is going to end. Everything has been set up. Y/N lured the bully to the empty student council room with his phone calling with Makoto, who’s recording it. She, as well everyone else of the team except Yusuke are outside of it, who can’t get in the school. Their leader, as well as Ann and Morgana learned about the plan, and want to help, so there they are.

Inside of the room, the bully is quick to glare at him. “You really think third time is going to be the charm?”

“I take every time if it means you’re bullying is going to stop.” Y/N knows he needs his confession, so he gives him the bait. “I just can’t understand why you’re doing this.”

The bully scoffs. “I already told you, you dumbass. You deserve it. You’re just pathetic. It’s no wonder Kamoshida hit you.”

Although knowing he comes out on top, hearing it hurts Y/N. “So ever since he started to abuse me, you think it’s fine to do it to me too?”

“I don’t see why not.” The bully comes closer to Y/N. “What are you going to do? Stand up for yourself. Isn’t it funny how much you try, it’s not good enough.” Right about as the bully grabs Y/N’s shirt, the door opens, revealing the thieves.

“I advise you stop.” Makoto demands. Every member glares at him. Ann is even filming the scene.

“It’s over asshole!” Ryuji quickly gets besides Y/N, daring the bully to touch him.

Being shocked and speechless, the bully quickly panics and runs away, getting pass the crowd of thieves. When everything seems to be over Ann stops recording and Makoto stops calling Y/N. With the evidence they gathered, it appears everything is over. The group walks over to Y/N.

“You did well Y/N. Now that we got this, I will make sure he’s going to punished.” Makoto assures.

“To be fair, he mostly dig his own grave.” Morgana comments with some snark.

“Are you okay?” Ren asks.

Y/N remains quiet for a second. “I… I guess I don’t fully realized it’s over…” The team looks at him with sympathy. “Can you give me some time alone? I just need to process this.”

“Sure thing.” Ann gives a kind smile. “Let us handle the thing. You just make sure you rest.”

With that, the group walks away. Y/N, however, wants one person to stay. “Ryuji? Can you stay?”

The blonde is a bit surprised but find it okay. “Sure.” They sit down at the table. With them being alone, Ryuji can tell how fully vulnerable he is. “You’re alright?”

“I’m fine.” Y/N shows a small smile. “It feels weird though. It’s like when we changed Kamoshida’s heart. I think it’s too good to feel true.”

Ryuji chuckles. “Yeah…”

“But even though I didn’t do it by myself, I feel proud. I feel much stronger than before, even considering what I can do in the Metaverse.” Y/N smiles. “I make sure to never allow myself to be treated like dirt.”

“I’m sure you won’t.” Ryuji assures. “And remember, we always got your back.”

“Yeah.” Y/N smiles. He looks a bit nervous. “…With me getting braver, there is a thing I want to confess…” Ryuji wonders what it is. “I know you won’t make fun of me, and it’s fine if you… decline.”

The blonde looks confused. “No way I’m making fun of you.” He smiles widely. “I’m here for you.”

“Thanks.” Y/N smiles. “I think I like you… as more than a friend.”

Ryuji looks surprised and quickly blushes. “O-Oh…!”

“But like I said, it’s fine if you don’t feel the same!” Y/N is quick to make the situation less awkward. “I don’t mean to make you uncomfortable and-”

“Y/N, wait!” Ryuji quickly stops him talking. “I-I feel the same.”

Y/N then looks surprised. “You do?”

The delinquent blushes hard, scratching his head. “Y-Yeah…”

His teammate let out a relieved sigh. “I guess that makes you my boyfriend.”

Ryuji gives his goofy smile. “It sure does.”

Rank 10

“And? What happened to him?”

At the bench where they stop for resting, both teens sit. This time however, they just chat and eat their lunch instead of jogging.

“Apparently, after some other investigation, I wasn’t the only one getting bullied by him.” Y/N begins sharing the news he got from Makoto. “Mishima and the other volleyball members had the same problem. With so many people speaking up, and having the evidence, Makoto was quick to make him confessed. He’s going to expelled.”

Ryuji smiles. “Good. He got what he deserved. You know, I thought about what happened, but we could’ve avoided this by taking his heart. But dealing with this in the real world, it’s like you said, it makes me feel powerful.”

Y/N smiles back. “I wonder if one day we can’t rely on the Metaverse. But when that day comes, we need to learn to stand up on our own. This was the perfect opportunity to do that.”

“Not just that. You managed to catch yourself a handsome and awesome boyfriend.” Ryuji says with a cheeky smirk. He put his arm around Y/N.

“And that’s because I dared to confess.” Y/N feels really proud for himself. “I was scared for rejection, and I know in the future things won’t always turn out like I want to, but I make sure that won’t stop me.”

Ryuji hums. “Saying you stuff like that makes me wonder how strong I am. I mean, sure, in the other world I am, but here?”

“Ryuji, you never stop yourself for speaking out for injustice. Although I think you can often overreact, I wish I had your spirit.”

“You’re way too sweet.” Ryuji turns a bit red. “Guess this is one of those situations where people say the grass is always better at the other side.”

Y/N raises an eyebrow. “Don’t you mean greener?”

“Oh.” Ryuji looks surprised, though he won’t let that bother him. “Anyway, let’s make sure to stick together. As Phantom Thieves and partners. That way, we don’t get screwed over by any assholes.”

“That’s a promise.”

#persona #personaxmalereader #ryuji sakamoto #ryuji sakamoto x male reader #persona 5 #persona 5 x male reader

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felixcloud6288 · 5 months ago

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Dungeon Meshi Chapter 44

Izutsumi acts like a total brat and this chapter actually addresses something I mentioned previously.

Farewell braided hair band. We hardly knew ye.

It's not just Izutsumi. The whole party has a new winter attire now.

Laios is wearing a coat under his armor that stretches down to his knees and he has gloves on. Marcille is wearing a dress with fur trimmings and proper boots now. Senshi has pants and a coat on, but he's still using the makeshift boots from earlier. Chilchuck is wearing a jacket over his normal attire.

Is that a candy-coated mandrake?

This is an accurate depiction of how a cat scratch bleeds.

Marcille is saying what I brought up in chapter 27. People think of monsters as "unclean" and don't want to eat them for fear of catching some horrible disease. I mean that's fair, but properly cooking food takes care of most of it. The only time anyone got sick was when Laios decided to eat a raw parasite.

The biggest instance where you should be hyper wary of a wild animal is when it is behaving very different from normal. If a deer is really docile and casually approaches you, you should stay away from it because it may be in the early stages of rabies.

And I should point out that the water in the dungeon is probably the most likely thing to give you a disease. I don't know if the water is conjured from nothing or recycled, but the various fountains of standing water could be potential disease vectors, especially if they are used by the monsters as well. There's a reason why survival and camping guides emphasize boiling water before drinking it.

Izutsumi looks cute with longer hair.

Tade knows Izutsumi's real name, implying a special level of trust between them.

Another food-related outburst from Izutsumi that lets me glean a bit of her past. She's accusing Laios of hoarding the good food for himself, so she likely had caretakers who did exactly that. Maybe she thinks eating monsters is a sign of desperation. Like, the logic in her head is "Monsters are gross" -> "No one would eat monsters if they didn't have to" -> "Only desperate people would eat monsters" -> "If I eat monsters, that means I'm desperate" -> "I'm not desperate" -> "I won't eat monsters".

The barometz had the worst timing, almost on par with when Senshi tried to explain that kissing doesn't make babies only for Laios to mention that dryads pollinate by kissing.

This reminds me of my favorite bestiary entry in Vampire Survivors, the Lammuga. It's description implies it's a descendant of the barometz. And when the loremaster, James Stephanie Sterling, described what the barometz is, they ended the description by saying they are not making this up and concluded with "Go home, folklore, you're drunk."

Marcille has always been the least physcially capable of the group by a long-shot and she doesn't fail to disappoint.

I think this direwolf got spooked when Chilchuck shot one of them.

Laios is using both his sword and scabbard to fight the direwolves.

I still don't know what the point of a staff is. Marcille has demonstrated she can cast explosions without one. Is it just a better focal point?

I can't find when anyone told Izutsumi about companions compensating for each other, but Izutsumi really misunderstood what that meant. She thinks it means they do what you don't want to do rather than what you cannot do.

Last chapter, she was forced to fight the ice golem solo because Laios got badly injured, Marcille had to heal him, and Senshi was stuck under the snow. Izutsumi seems to think they were making her do things they didn't want to.

Again, going back to what her upbringing seems to be like, it sounds like she's been the bottom of the hierarchy and forced to do anything others don't like. The flashback with Hien gives the implication that they will only allow her to be with them if she does what they tell her to. So with this new group, Izutsumi is trying to be the big tough one that gets to bully and boss everyone around.

Literal example to the whole "If you avoid everything you don't like, you'll end up further from your goal" lesson Marcille gave. Izutsumi knowingly chose the wrong path because it looked easier and is literally getting further from her objective.

That bow on Izutsumi is totally Marcille's handiwork.

Izutsumi taking out the direwolf is extra impressive since all her actions imply she's right-handed. She's also holding that dagger the same way she holds her utensils.

Laios scaring off the direwolves with his dog impression probably had less to do with the wolves being intimidated and more to do with them being weirded out.

It was at this moment, Izutsumi realized that she was not going to enjoy getting her arm fixed.

Like a cat back from the vet.

Kui took the joke a bit too far.

I think Izutsumi is still kind of missing the point here. She remembered how Tade does chores for the others because she wants Maizuru to think she's useful and because she sometimes gets treats. So it's still a bit of "help because you're afraid of being punished or you might get a reward" rather than "help because you want to". Whatever, baby steps.

With these last two Izutsumi-focused chapters, I've gotten a general idea of where she fits in the group dynamic, and she does add something new that shows the party's growth. Earlier, the party was discovering monster cuisine for themselves and learning how to cook, having a conservation mindset, etc. This primarily revolved around Laios being enthusiastic to learn, Marcille having to unlearn her prejudices, Senshi getting to experiment with new discoveries, and Chilchuck reigning in their more extreme antics.

With Izutsumi mixed in now, she gives the others the chance to show what they've learned and how they've grown by being able to pass along their knowledge, approaches, and opinions. Of course, they're still learning and growing as we can see with Marcille once again trying to get around eating a monster.

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#dungeon meshi #delicious in dungeon #dungeon meshi readthrough

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oh-surprise-its-me · 2 years ago

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I just had a thought: Librarian!Roy owning this cozy bookshop which is the best. Gay friendly, cool spaces to read, etc. He's often just reading a book at the counter or fixing books around the store.

And here comes Tattoo Artist!Jamie who moves into the neighborhood with his cool shop just across the way from Roy's shop.

Jamie loves having his own business. He worked hard to learn all the things and ends up with a great clientele.

Roy looks up from his book one day and notices Jamie watering a plant or something, he's talking to it and smiling so beautifully and Roy just stares because he never noticed him and now all he can do is notice.

Obviously Jamie has noticed the fit librarian across the way. He wondered if he had any ink and decides to come introduce himself and offer him a discount or maybe a free tattoo of whatever he wants....

It's a pretty good thought, don't you think? 😉

OH MY GOD LISSIE BRAIN ROT ALL DAY FOR THIS-

Jamie can’t help it. He knows there’s better ways to do this but fuck him that man’s sweaters should be illegal. He takes a breath. He spins the coffees again. Soy milk. One iced one hot. No nut flavorings. All his bases should be covered.

He pushes the door to the shop open. He gasps. The shop looks incredible. There’s leather couches and soft looking chairs everywhere in between the shelves of books.

“Can I help you?”

Jamie spins. He The man is standing at the top of stairs Jamie missed. “Oh! Uh. I wanted to give you coffee? Maybe talk some? I own the tattoo shop across the street.”

Roy blinks down at him. “I know.”

Jamie ducks his head. “I know. Pretty obvious with all my arms covered huh?” Roy gives him a small smile. “No pretty obvious because I’ve watched you move things outside to catch rain. Cute plants.”

Jake can’t help but let his mouth drop open. He goes to offer the coffee but the man cuts him off. “I can’t have dairy. Also my name is Roy.” Jamie grins, and offers the hot drink. “Soy milk. Wanted to cover all my bases. I’m Jamie.”

They go and sit down the one couch pushed to the side.

By the end it’s dark outside. Jamie stretches his legs out. He sighs. Long walk home. “I should go before it gets darker this was great though.” Roy gives him a small smile. Jamie’s learned those are the real ones. “Or you could come up and stay for dinner?” Roy winces. “Unless I read this wrong.”

Jamie can’t believe it. He shoves the pillow he was holding to the floor and grabs Roy’s hand. “Not at all. Desperately want to kiss you.” Roy grins he brushes the hair out of Jamie’s eyes. “Then why haven’t you?” Jamie lunges forward.

It’s a good first kiss. Roy tastes like the peppermint candies he likes eating. Jamie knows he probably tastes like the nicotine gum he chews. Apparently Roy doesn’t mind though because he moans and leans into the kiss.

They pull apart breathless, “dinner?” Jamie laughs, “gonna make me wait?” Roy pulls Jamie up and takes him to the stairs, “at least until after dinner. I’m a girl with class you know.” Jamie laughs again, he can’t believe Roy likes him. Roy likes him!

“Come on pretty boy stop staring at my ass get a move on.” Jamie jolts in place, he takes the rest of the stairs two at a time. Roy catches him around his waist and pulls him in for another kiss before unlocking the door.

Jamie can’t wait to see where this goes.

#ted lasso #jamie tartt #roy kent #jamie x roy #roy x jamie #royjamie #roy kent x jamie tartt #I hope you like it!!#mac writes ted lasso

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yourimagines · 1 year ago

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Can you do a nate diaz smut where she teases him and turns into a smut but they almost gets caught you can do the rest your the best wrighter frfr

Aww thank you 🙏🏻

Stop teasing me

* English is not my first language I apologise

* Triggers: 18+, Smut, Teasing, Swearing and fluff

Y/N POV

It was summer and Nate was outside playing with the kids as I was inside, making a snack for them. “Mommy!” NJ runs inside, his hair was wet and droplets of water fell down his face. “Don’t fall.” I warned him as he hides behind me. “What going on?” He giggles softly. “We have a water fight with daddy.” I smiled and cut his fruit down in smaller pieces. “Is he in here?” Nate says as he stands in the door opening, his shirt wet and so was his face. “What happened?” I said out laughing. “Water fight, is he in here?” I shook my head and continued with the preparing the snacks. “You sure?” “I’m sure, he’s probably hiding in the shed.” He hums and runs off. “You should run NJ, he will come back if he doesn’t find you in there.” “Okay, thank you.” NJ walks to the door and sprints off. “Idiots.”

I walked outside with NJ and Nikayla’s snack and something to eat for Nate and I. “Guys! I have some snacks.” I sat the tray down on the table and took a seat, waiting for them. Nikayla was the first one who showed up at the table. “Hi sweetie.” “Hi mommy.” She was wet as well and was a bit shivering. “Are you cold sweetie.” She shook her head and sat down on her chair. “No.” ‘Okay…if you say so.’ I gave her, her bowl with some fruit and poured in some lemonade for her. “Guys!” I yelled again and gave her, her cup. “There you go.” She immediately starts to drink her lemonade. NJ runs up, completely soaked in water. “I’m hungry.” He sits down and immediately digs into his fruit bowl. “NJ, we normally wait for each other.” “Yes NJ.” Nikayla says right after me as she crosses her arms. “Sorry.” I gave him his lemonade and Nate walks up, also soaked in water. “Hi baby.” He smiles and leans over to me. “No! Stay there, you’re wet.” He chuckles and throws his shirt off, revealing his muscular upper body. “Better?” I nodded and he gave me a small kiss on my cheek. “Daddy, mommy made us some food.” Nikayla says as she was still waiting for the signal that she can eat. “I see.” He sits down and I nodded at her, she immediately starts to eat. I gave Nate a wink and he laughs as he eats his sandwich.

The kids were tired after a whole day spending with their dad. I was currently upstairs, putting Nikayla to bed after her bath. “Now it’s time to sleep, here is bubbles.” I gave her, her stuffed animal named bubbles and tucked her in. “I love you mommy.” My heart swelled up and kissed her forehead. “I love you too sweetheart.” She softly yawns and closes her eyes. “Tell daddy I love him too.” “I will.” I turned off her lights and closed her door. Nate was downstairs with NJ, watching some old fights. “Okay, you have 30 min left and then it’s bedtime for you as well.” I said to NJ who was trying to be invisible next to Nate. “Sorry buddy, your mom is right.” Nate says and shot me a wink. I shook my head and grabbed myself a glass of wine and disappeared outside to our jacuzzi. I sat my glass down and slowly peeled my clothes off till I was left in my bikini. “Some me time.”

45 mins later Nate walked up, leaning against the doorpost. “Hey baby.” He says with a sly smile on his face. “Hi daddy.” I say teasingly as I subtly stretch my arms to show my cleavage. He shook his head and walks over to the tub. “I know what you’re doing.” I innocently shook my head. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He smiles and got in the tub as well, as he was wearing his swim shorts the whole day. I stretched my legs and lay my feet on his lap, he took the hint and started to rubbed them, I let out a small sigh and lay my head back. “Are they asleep?” “Ni is asleep but jay isn’t asleep yet.” I nodded and started to tease him with my other foot, moving my toes against his stomach. “Baby…stop teasing me.”

Nate POV

She was the whole day teasing me, looking so good and acting so innocent with me that I couldn’t take it anymore. “I’m not doing anything wrong.” Her foot started to move again and I grabbed it as well, holding both of her feet now. “Baby stop.” She pouts and I rolled my eyes at her. “You are no fun.” She says and took a sip from her wine. “Baby we can’t, Jay is not asleep yet.” “He won’t come down, he will probably play in his room.” She gently pulls her legs back and moved closer to me, straddling my legs as she sits down on my lap. Her arms were wrapped around my shoulders and I held her by her waist. “Come on daddy, let’s have some fun with me.” She ducked her head down to my neck and started to kiss me there. “You want some fun?” She hums and nibbles on my skin. My hands went down to her ass and I squeezed in them. “You sure?” She looks up and nods. “I’m sure.” I started to kiss her and untied her bikini top. My hands roamed around her back as she started to move her hips against me.

I gently pushed myself in her as she softly moans against my shoulder. She starts to move up and down slowly as I played with her tits. “Fuck…you’re so beautiful.” She shyly smiles and grabs my shoulders for stability and moves a bit faster. The water started to hit the sides of the tub and I held her firmly, not waiting her to stop. “So good for me baby.” As I was complementing her I heard a small sound coming out from the kitchen. I stopped her and looked behind me. “Shit.” I mumbled and saw the staircase door was open. “Stay here.” She got off me and I pulled my pants up and got out of the water. “Jay? Is that you?” I walked inside and saw Ni sitting on the sofa with her stuffed animal in her hands. “No daddy it’s me.” “Hi princess, why are you not sleeping?” “Bubbles couldn’t sleep.” ‘Oh fuck that guy.’ “Really?” She nods and walks over. “Why are you covered in water?” “Me and mommy are swimming.” She nods and smiles. “Can you tell bubbles a bedtime story?” ‘No I can’t, your mom is waiting for me.’ “Sure, come let’s go upstairs.”

After a solid 10 minutes of telling her a made up story she fell asleep, I silently checked on Jay but he was surprisingly asleep. I walked quietly downstairs and saw she was still waiting for me. ‘Thank god.’ I closed the door behind me and got back in the tub. “Sorry, almost got caught by our own daughter.” She giggles and moves on top of me. “Why was she awake.” She asks as she kisses my neck, getting me hard again. “Stupid little animal couldn’t sleep.” “Bubbles?” “Yeah that guy.” She smiles and straks to move her hips again. I got hard again and grabbed her waist. “Let’s finish what we started baby.” I whispered in her ear.

She was riding me so fucking good that I almost nutted in her 10 times before she even got her first orgasm. “Fuck babe, if you keep doing this I’m cumin inside of you.” She moves her hands down my chest and keeps softly moaning my name. “Nate…” my name rolls so beautifully over her tongue, her eyes closed and she was biting down on her lips. “Come on baby, come for me, make daddy proud.” I encouraged her as I couldn’t wait anymore. My hands went down and rubbed her clit. “Come on baby, I feel you…” she was squeezing me the whole time and I started to come. She was close as she hide her face against my neck and scratched my back. “Daddy!” She moans against my neck and I immediately came inside of her as I groaned against her shoulder. “Fuck…” I grabbed her face and she smiles. “Did you…?” She nods and kissed me. “Really?” “Really.”

I cleaned up our mess in the jacuzzi as she went upstairs to make herself ready for going to bed. As I walked down the hallway I saw a picture of our family, smiling happily towards the camera. A proud feeling filled my heart and I smiled at it. “Fuck I’m so lucky.” I went upstairs and checked on the kids, both sleeping peacefully. I walked to our bedroom and saw she was also already asleep, looking so beautiful. I quickly changed my clothes and joined her, pulling her close to me. She whines as I pulled her close to my chest. “It’s okay baby, it’s me.” She immediately relaxes and nuzzles her head against my chest. “I love you Nathan.” “I love you baby.” I kissed her head and she peacefully fell asleep against my chest as I stayed awake for a bit, to admire her beauty.

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sirenlioncourt · 1 month ago

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shadowheart and my Tav - Lumine

Shadowheart watched skeptically as Lumine drunkenly danced something incomprehensible near the fireplace. It looked more like death throes than a normal dance. But at the same time, deep down, she wanted to join her.

The tailed one stretched out her arms on both sides of herself and began to smoothly flap them like wings or waves.

"What?" the tiefling finally noticed the cleric's gaze.

"Absolutely nothing."

Nevertheless, Shadowheart still approached her.

"And where did you learn… this? A little more and with such a dance you will call upon the gods. Or you yourself will go to them."

Due to the excess of alcohol in her blood, Lumine was ready to laugh at anything.

"Nooooo" she drawled, putting her finger to Shadowheart's lips so suddenly that cleric was taken aback by the suddenness. "No. No gods until we get the parasytes out of our heads"

Lumine wagged her tail almost like Scratch, who is ready to run after a ball. Because of such an association that crept into her thoughts, Shadowheart, for the sake of a joke, wanted to give her a command and scratch her belly like a good girl.

"Down girl" she still couldn't resist. This was stronger than her. She couldn't hold back a smile, because Lumine really did sit down slightly, resting her tail on the ground and tucked her arms in the same way that dogs usually press their front paws to their bodies to get treats.

"Arf" Lumine smiled and stuck out her tongue, opening her fanged mouth.

"Terrible," Shadowheart commented laughing and stroked her between the horns. "But still a good girl. Oh… who's a sweet, obedient girl."

The more attention Lumine got, the more she wanted to do all sorts of nonsense for that attention, even something so stupid. Father Bhaal would certainly be delighted. Skeleritas, who was probably hanging around nearby, was dreaming for his lady to finally go and slaughter the Selunite cleric from the Shadow-Cursed Lands. On the other hand, she and Shadowheart had a common task right now. So for now, let them have fun and share a common interest. The dark god there, the dark goddess here.

Lumine was ready to crawl under Shadowheart with her belly up, but they were interrupted by Gale, who came to them, meaningfully kept silent and simply went to his tent.

"I think he's disappointed in me". Lumine giggled, standing up normally.

"You're definitely not imagining things. I think it's not just his expression, but even his beard that drooped from the sight."

"Well, I can bark some more". Lumine offered with a sweet smile and went to hug Shadowheart. "Let's go to your tent! I still have some drinks left! We can invite Karlach to dance with us. Sisterhood and all that. "She took a deep breath and yelled. "Hey, soldier! Come to us!"

Shadowheart couldn't stop smiling at her. She still couldn't wrap her head around how such a soul of the party could easily spill your guts.

"I'm the be-e-e-e-e-est and only princess in the world!" Lumine started bawling out some song that she understood, which was more of a set of the first words that came to her mind.

"And I thought that I was the beloved and only princess". Shadowheart joked.

"You will be the queen, and I will be the princess. You… You… you are like a mommy. Here. So warm…" Lumine pressed herself against her chest and closed her eyes.

"It would be sad if I were cold. And you should stop drinking. At least for today". Shadowheart carefully lowered herself to the ground with her already in her tent and simply began to stroke her gently.

"Are you talking to me? Boo-boo-boo". Lumine mimicked her. "Sorry, Karlach, no dancing today… Oh, how nice. Woof-woof-woof". she laughed anyway.

"Enough already…" Shadowheart squeezed her. Several pairs of eyes looked in their direction: disappointed, confused by the foreign culture, and with a desire to join in and maybe have a bite to eat.

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messenger-of-stupidity · 2 years ago

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The Months I Loved You

Quinn Quinn Quinn Quinn. This man has me by the chokehold along with Blake. And now that the theory of Quinn being Darlin’s ex is fully and without any sign of doubt confirmed, I wanna write about their toxic relationship. So have the product of my two angst brain cells rubbing together!

CW: manipulation, depictions of a toxic and abusive relationship, depictions of self punishment through actions of another (Darlin “punishing” themselves with Quinn’s fangs), Quinn because he's his own warning, cursing, mdni because of mild sexual context, not full timeline compliance (some events might not match up chronological wise for purposes of the story.), mild depictions of violent acts against side character (Darlin’s friend that Quinn harmed), Not proofread

Summary: Twelve months of memories released, except the honeymoon period wore off really quickly. Too bad the trap had been sprung.

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Present Day

They knew it wouldn't be easy, standing on the other side of the one-way glass as Quinn didn't hesitate in spilling their deeper secrets. They could see the outrage flickering on Sam's face. They could practically feel it in that mating bond that connected their core to his own. Just like they could feel the concerned glances their alpha was sending them. Thankfully, David didn't speak, didn't acknowledge any of what Quinn said. It was embarrassing enough. And to think, they had thought they were in love with... that.

Back before they wore the term of endearment Sam had gifted them like a proud name. Back when they just went by Tank and distanced themselves from the pack that cared so strongly about them but hadn't known how to connect. It had been easier just to ignore that connection. To pretend it didn't exist.

January

The cold air had been what pushed Tank to enter that seedy bar. They ran warm like most of their fellow wolf shifters, but the leather jacket they wore didn't do much to protect against the biting chill of a Dahlia winter. It took their eyes a moment to adjust to the dimmer lighting, having been used to the streetlight's glare off of the snow outside. They shuddered, hands still tucked deeply into their pockets.

Wasn't there something about liquor warming up the body? So what of it was only seven forty in the evening and they had yet to eat something? The sun had dipped below the horizon, so it could be late enough to drink. They would just square up with whoever tried to judge them anyways. Tank kicked their snow littered boots against the side of the wall and went towards the bar counter, movements lithe despite the chilling ache in their bones.

They ordered glass after glass, letting their thoughts grow fuzzier with each new order. They could feel their phone buzz with a text. Probably from their friend. But their friend was having her boyfriend over, and Tank didn't want to subject themselves to that... again. And so they ignored it and continued on their path that would end with a vicious hangover.

"Well, don't you paint the sunny disposition?" A smooth accented voice murmured next to them. They felt his aura before they actually turned their gaze to him. Vampire.

"Fuck. Off." They grumbled, waving a dismissive hand towards him. He smirked at it, but made no move to leave. Whatever. They returned their focus to their drink, face beginning to feel warm from the growing intoxication.

"You should slow down. Alcohol poisoning is such a pathetic way to die." The vampire continued. Why was he still here, bothering them?

"Don't you have someone to bury your fangs into, vamp?" They snapped, voice cold and still dismissive. They really didn't want to deal with someone who was just going to pretend to understand them. Gabe was a great alpha, no one could or would deny that, but he didn't understand Tank. Not really. Although it might be a stretch to say that they understood themselves.

"Mm." The vampire hummed and licked his lips. It didn't faze them as they continued to level a dead-eyed stare at the stranger. "Not in the present moment, no. But I'm sure I'll find someone before the night is up. Are you offering?" He said, and his voice dropped to an alluring purr. Tank contemplated dumping the contents of their drink over his head.

"No." They answered, their tone not changing. He shrugged and leaned his forearms against the bar counter. His sleeves were rolled up to reveal hints of a few scars. If those were there, they either happened before his turning or had been bad enough that a vamps' natural healing abilities didn't do anything to fix all the damage. Tank sighed and turned their gaze to the drink that sat in front of them.

"What's your name?" The vampire asked. They glanced at him, remaining stubbornly silent. His smirk pulled wider at that. "Well, my name is Quinn. And I'll just call you Precious, since your attitude certainly is." Quinn decided. They rolled their eyes. A far cry from the nickname they went by. Maybe that was for the best though. Being Tank obviously wasn't any more positive than being called Precious for a night.

"Do let me know if you change your mind on letting me bite you. You seem delicious, Precious." He added and they snorted.

February

"Well isn't this romantic?" Quinn said as his tongue traced the indents his teeth had left on the skin of their inner thigh. Blood stained his lips and some drops were on the sheets below their naked body. His sheets were red though, so it's not as if it mattered. Probably for this exact purpose. Quinn's fingers continued to move inside of them, coaxing soft gasps from the shifter.

"Letting me bite you on Valentines day. Did you drag it out so long to make it all special? Just string me along on the promise of your veins, Precious?" Quinn continued, silver eyes watching them from his place between their legs. Tank's grip tightened on the sheets, jaw clenched. Quinn chuckled and licked another lazy stripe along their thigh.

"No matter. I'll be sure to enjoy now that you've allowed me to taste you." He continued. His fangs piercing the skin on their other thigh, pulling a soft moan from them. The ache was quickly turned into pleasure, added only by the way his fingers pressed and moved against them. They made a quiet whimper and Quinn's gaze dragged up to their face, dark interest flashing in his eyes.

"Use your words. I haven't tranced you, so I know you can. Be a good little thrall and speak what you want." He purred and one of his fingers pressed on a spot that made their vision go tunnel focused.

"Fuck me... please. Fuck me while you bite my leg." They whispered. Quinn smirked and shifted so their legs could rest over his shoulders. His eyes looked down at them, drinking in the intoxicating sight of such a proud werewolf begging something like that from him.

"You know I'd do that for you. You can ask me to do all the dark depraved little fantasies in that cute head of yours. The fantasies you don't share with anyone because of shame. I'll do every last one. You don't need to feel that shame, not with me." He purred before removing his fingers from them. They could feel him teasing that entrance with his length.

"Please." They whimpered and he pulled a moan from them as he bottomed out. No shame with him, no judgement from him. Something new, but something needed.

March

"Four leaf clovers?" Quinn asked as Tank pulled on their jeans, covering the littered scars and fresh bite marks on their skin. His home was the only place they felt comfortable with it being visible. It was one of the reasons that they had adamantly refused to go to the pack pool party.

"Yeah." They affirmed, glancing back at him. He still lounged on his bed, exposed in all his nude glory. He was casually licking any blood residue from his teeth and lips.

"They don't actually bring any luck. They haven't for the many and many of years I've been... somewhat alive, Precious." He hummed. They shrugged and tugged their shirt on.

"It's just a silly little family tradition. I wanted to continue it, even if my folks went back up to Washington." They murmured, rubbing the nape of their neck. Quinn watched them for a long moment before sitting up and moving toward them. His hands found their waist and he tugged them closer to him.

"It sounds worthless. You could do something useful instead. I can promise it will be far more worthwhile." He said, nuzzling their stomach. They looked down at him, thinking about it. Then they sighed. He was right, it was silly and useless. The luck gotten from the four leaf clovers when Tank was able to find one hadn't helped them thus far.

"Alright then." They answered. He grinned at them, fingers playing with their belt loop.

"Wonderful." He said, his accented voice taking on that silken purr again. The one that sent butterflies to their stomach and heat pooling low in their gut.

They ignored the phone calls that Gabe, David, and Asher sent them when the pack cookout came around for the first day of spring. Quinn had insisted there were far more important thing for them to do than go to some silly cookout where gossip would be exchanged and judgmental eyes would be turned onto Tank for not being around lately. It was just easier to continue avoiding all the social things. Besides, if it was truly important, Gabe would have called their friend to get in touch with Tank. As far as the pack knew, they were still residing with said friend instead of moving in with Quinn.

April

Tank stared at the rain that pattered against the window as Quinn scrolled mindlessly on his phone. The rain prevented Tank from going outside for now, while the sun in addition to the rain stopped Quinn.

"It truly is a marvel that humans evolved technology enough that I can hold what was similar to a rocket ship in my hands to do my bidding." Quinn muttered. Tank glanced at him, raising a brow.

"Damn you're old." They said in response. Quinn grinned playfully at them, fangs on full display. They turned fully towards him, arms crossed over their chest.

"Perhaps. But that doesn't make you any better. You're fucking this old man after all. Where's your dignity?" He teased back. They frowned a little. That hit a bit too close to home. They waved a hand, not wanting him to see the effect. They were just being sensitive, he was only teasing.

"You're immortal and permanently stuck at..." They realized that they had no clue how old he was when he was turned. He didn't talk about it much and Tank never asked. "So don't make it sound weird." They finished. Quinn snickered and returned his gaze back to his phone. They stood up.

"I'm gonna go for a run." They announced. Quinn waved a hand in dismissive acknowledgement and they left the home, making sure not to let too much sunlight leak through.

Tank didn't mind the wet dog smell that came from shifting and running through the rain. But nonetheless, they just walked, unshifted, towards their friend's apartment, the rain soaking into their hair. Luckily the leather jacket kept them from getting too wet. They probably should have brought their phone, if it was charged. It wasn't though. It hadn't been all week. A small frown tugged at their lips again.

It was odd. Every time they went to go charge it, Quinn needed help with something or other. They would have thought he was trying to keep them from charging their phone, but sometimes he wouldn't even be in the room. They were probably just being paranoid.

They didn't get to knock before they heard two familiar voices through the door to the apartment. Their friend's and the gruff low voice of David. What the hell was he doing here?

"Well when did you last see them?" David was asking. It didn't take a genius to know who he was talking about. Tank lowered their knuckles from where they had been poised to knock, eyes narrowing. Their friend's voice was quieter, and not just from the intimidation that David fucking Shaw - although he might argue that being a buffer and acting as his middle name - demanded with his presence. But their friend sounded worried. Why were they worried?

"Since the end of February and beginning of March." She answered. That wasn't too bad.

"You haven't seen Tank for a month and a half?" David clarified. Well when he worded it like that of course it sounded bad! "You didn't tell the pack?" He added. Tank assumed their friend had nodded in confirmation. A long pause before a mumbled answer that they had to strain to hear.

"I have a general idea of where they are." Another pause. "They mentioned meeting someone. They're probably with him." They could hear David release a sigh.

"And where would that be?" David prompted. Then he groaned. "They didn't tell you an actual location. Because of course not. And every call immediately goes to voicemail, text left on delivered." He continued. They shifted slightly. How many missed calls and unread texts awaited them once they charged their phone? They should probably remedy this... Tank knocked.

The door was opened mere moments later, revealing the relieved expression of their friend and the fairly annoyed one of David. Their own face was set into a scowl.

"I need to get some stuff." They grunted. Their friend stepped to the side and they walked in, the door closing behind them. They paused slightly as they locked eyes with David, but neither wolf shifter said a word.

"I'm going to go make something to drink. You look cold, Tank." The unempowered human said before skittering off towards the kitchen. Privacy for David to scold them about things he had no business in. Wonderful.

"Where the fuck have you been?" David started. They could feel their own irritation rising and crossed their arms over their chest. They glanced down at themselves, paranoia making them check to see that their legs were, in fact, covered. The jeans covered the bites like always and they returned their attention to the beta of their pack.

"It's none of your business." They said back cooly. They could see a muscle flutter in his jaw as he stared them down. They didn't back down, as defiant as ever.

"You're part of the pack, it is my business." He answered in retort. Ah yes, because being part of the pack made them lose every sense of privacy. This was why Quinn said packs and clans were unhealthy, and why he preferred to just be on his own.

"No. It's not. My private life is my own. I'm not going to spill every little detail of it to you." They growled out. Their friend deemed it time to reenter the room. Tank felt a little bad for her, having to balance being Tank's friend but David also being beta. It was a line that could grow very thin at times. They silently handed a mug of hot chocolate to Tank and offered a coffee to David. He took it, if only to be polite.

"No one has heard from you for weeks, Tank. No one has seen you either. We're all w-" Tank cut him off, not wanting to hear the rest of the sentence.

"Either expect that I'm fine, or read my obituary in the newspaper." They snapped at him. David's face hardened and his lips pressed together. He was displeased, but Tank didn't care. Let him be displeased at a boundary being set. One that the pack would probably try to step over. "Just go away, David. Tell Gabe that I'm fine and let's leave it at that." They added. David stared hard at them before turning to their friend. He handed the mug of coffee back.

"I should get going, but thank you." He said, sounding sincere. Tank didn't show any sign of farewell as he left, closing the door gently behind him. Their friend waited a couple heartbeats before looking at Tank. Tank frowned at the pity and frustration that they saw there.

"Everyone has good reason to worry. You just kind of dropped off." She said quietly. The sugary sweet taste of the hot chocolate turned bitter on their tongue and the frown deepened.

"It's none of any of their business. Besides, I'm hardly close enough for them to worry about me. Not that there's any reason to. Quinn is nice." Tank responded quietly. Their friend sighed and looked down into the coffee, waiting a bit before speaking up again.

"Just... send a text or call every now and then? I get worried too, Tank." She said. Tank nodded non-committedly. It seemed to be enough for their friend, because they weren't pushed on the subject further.

May

April showers brings May flowers was either full of shit or Quinn liked to commit mass genocide on the floral population in front of his home. Tank lifted their gaze from the yard filled with pitiful patches of green grass and only stubborn dandelions and clovers. They couldn’t help but think of Gabe’s house with the lush verdant grass, and the scent of flowers that would start to be filling the air. Or the honeysuckle that the departed pack matriarch had favored. But it was fitting that death would linger in a place where the undead resided. Well... sort of undead. Vampires were in that odd in between stage of dead and alive. Not dead, but not alive. It was better to not think too much about it.

“Normal partners go out on dates you know.” They muttered, pointedly ignoring Quinn from where he fed on a human’s neck. He had insisted it was only to get some blood in his system when the jealous gleam had entered Tank’s eyes. Although he had seemed awfully happy to watch the shifter squirm with discomfort and jealousy. The human he fed from kept moaning softly, it seemed like it was more than just feeding...

“You’re hardly normal Precious.” He reminded, teeth biting back into the human. Tank tried to ignore the pleasured gasp that the action elicited.

“Neither are you.” They snapped at him. He liked to remind them a lot, that their abnormality was safe with him. That they didn’t need to shield it from him like they did from the rest of the world. That he would accept the depraved parts of their urges, their temper more than anyone else would. He made a quiet hum, continuing to take a few more gulps before finally stopping. A tap to the human’s lower back had her moving off of his lap - why she needed to be there Tank didn’t want to know - and he stood up, wiping his mouth on his sleeve.

“True. But that’s part of why we work together so nicely. Our broken parts don’t scare each other.” He purred, moving towards them. He tipped their chin back and leaned down, brushing his lips against their own. They could taste the blood on him and it almost made them recoil. A part of them went cold at his words though. Broken. That was another thing that Quinn liked to point out. That they were so drawn to him because he was broken like they were. Otherwise why else would they be with him? He was a constant reminder that they wouldn’t be accepted anywhere else, and a consistent acceptance of even the parts Tank didn’t accept yet. It was bittersweet.

“But if you would like to go on a date, I can do that for you. Just let me get cleaned up some.” He added, pressing another chaste kiss to their lips before walking from the room and heading to the room he shared with them. They settled a glare on the human he had fed from. She looked back at them.

“What?” She asked, sounding uncomfortable. Tank forced more ferocity into the look and watched as she shifted slightly, adjusted her clothes. Good.

“Why do you even do that?” They asked coldly. Why did they have to watch as Quinn fed from someone else? Why did it make them feel like they weren’t useful or enough for him? She stood up, shrugging.

“It pays well.” She muttered. Quinn returned a few moments later in a fresh shirt and hair carefully styled. He handed her some cash and didn’t even look at her as she left. Tank did though. Tank watched her saunter out, as if she had fulfilled some purpose to the world. That cold feeling washed over them like stepping into an ice bath. Purpose. It had given her a purpose. But what was Tank’s? Were they just floundering around in the world, useless and without direction? Burdensome?

“Shall we, Precious?” Quinn asked, offering them his hand and a crooked grin.

June

The pack was doing something for pride month, and Gabe had reached out to request Tank’s presence. They stared down at the text as they sat on the bed, body bared as Quinn trailed kisses and nips down their spine.

“What is it? You’ve gone all tense and it’s not because of me.” He sounded slightly upset, but Tank ignored it. They continued to stare at the text from their pack alpha.

“I got invited to a pack thing again.” They had ignored the Memorial day celebration the pack had hosted as well, simply leaving Milo’s texted invitation on read. Should they go to this one? Quinn let out a groan.

“Your pack is always pestering you, Precious. Besides, they’re far too different from you to understand the real you like I do. Just stay here with me where there isn’t that harsh judgement.” He said as he wrapped an arm around their waist. They frowned, fingers picking at the edge of their phone case. He was right. The pack didn’t understand them, but... Gabe had seemed sincere when he said he wanted them there. At their continued silence he straightened up, taking a hold of their jaw to turn their face towards him. His silver eyes read their convoluted expression and he frowned.

“Listen to me, Precious. Your pack might pretend to mean well, but they don’t. They don’t actually care about you. I care about you. Not them, just me. You don’t want to lose that, right? The one person who actually cares about you?” He said, his voice deceptively gentle and sweet. They stared at him before they gave a small shake of his head. Distant alarm bells rang in their mind, but they ignored that too as Quinn pressed a kiss to their lips and then continued speaking. “Then stay here and just avoid all the conflict. Besides, showing up now after so many months would just put a bigger strain on interacting.” He murmured, hand rubbing soothing circles on their bare back. Tank gave a small nod.

David called them a week later, and they answered half asleep with Quinn next to them.

“Hello?” They mumbled into the receiver, voice heavy with sleep. David’s sharp tone had them pressing their face into the pillow with annoyance.

“There are so many things I want to say to you, Tank.” He snapped. They pulled the phone away from their ear, David’s voice growing quieter the more distance they put between it. Quinn cracked open one silver eye after a few moments. He held out a hand in offer, but they shook their head. After waiting a few more moments, they put the phone back to their ear. “-noon!” He finished saying.

“I’m going back to sleep, David.” They mumbled into the phone, not bothering to pretend to respond to whatever the fuck he had been saying. The sigh he released had them pausing, spine stiffening. He sounded so exhausted. David Shaw did not let himself sound exhausted. Not to people who weren’t Asher or Milo. Although even then that was iffy nowadays.

“Please, Tank. Just come around once. Despite what you might think, we do miss you.” They blinked as David said the words slowly. Clearly as if he knew that they would try to think their way out of believing the words genuine. They pressed their lips together, eyes glancing at Quinn. He had closed his eye again, but his hand was still held out, the offer continuing. It was him offering to save them from this interaction. His words rang in their skull.

“No.” They say firmly before hanging up the phone. They tossed the device onto the floor and curled up in the blankets.

July

“You can’t just push everyone away!” Their friend said as she followed after Tank while the shifter gathered up the rest of their belongings to bring to the home they now shared fully with Quinn. Tank sent a glare at their friend, but the unempowered human didn’t back down, standing in the doorway with arms crossed.

“I’m not.” They replied sharply. They watched their friend snort, the position growing more defensive in the doorway. Tank adjusted the bag higher up on their shoulder.

“You are. You look different Tank. Less healthy. I don’t know what you and Quinn are doing, but it doesn’t seem like it’s good for you. Everytime I see you, I grow more worried for you.” Guilt punctured Tank at her words. Guilt for making her worry, guilt for even being able to cause worry. Tank rubbed a hand subconsciously against their thigh beneath the dark jeans. “David says he hasn’t even seen you since you two crossed paths last April. That was months ago, Tank.”

The mention of David had Tank prickling with annoyance. They gently pushed past their friend, moving towards the door.

“I have my reasons for avoiding the pack, alright? And I’m fine. Quinn is fine too.” They said. They didn’t look back as they left the apartment, shoulders tensed. The guilt and annoyance had started to dig sharp metaphorical claws into their stomach, making it clench painfully. They swallowed and rubbed a hand on their thigh again. Then they pulled out their phone, sending a text to Quinn.

‘I need a distraction. Are you thirsty?’

‘Always, Precious.’

August

Tank glared at the pair of mates that were leaning against their truck. Milo, to his credit, didn’t look nervous under the cold irritation under their gaze. Why was this pack so stubborn?! They moved their gaze over to Milo’s mate.

“What?” Tank asked sharply, hand gripping the bag that held a six pack within it. Milo glanced at his mate before looking at Tank.

“Have... you lost weight?” Milo asked. The way he sounded as his accented voice spoke pointed towards the same conclusion their friend had reached last month. They had gone to the doctor finally after several texts from her begging them to, a week ago. Turns out they were anemic. They had gone home and immediately asked Quinn to feed from them. The light-headedness kept them from remembering how the members of the pack were starting to text them less and less and how their friend only sounded more and more concerned.

They didn’t answer Milo, still leveling an icy glare at him and his mate.

“The pack is throwing a barbecue before the younger shifters start school back up this fall. We wanted to invite you in person, Tank.” Stealth, since that was all that Tank knew them by, said. Their voice tended to always remain quiet. It was as if they were always trying to avoid detection subconsciously.

“No.” Tank said firmly, waiting for the pair to move so they could go back home. Milo glanced at his mate again, and it was almost like they were silently communicating. Tank knew they weren’t, that wasn’t how mating bonds worked after all, but it was still unnerving. More unnerving that Tank knew they couldn’t do that with Quinn. They might not ever. They didn’t want to think about what that might mean.

“Please, Tank.” Milo said, but Tank was already shaking their head. They moved towards their truck, baring their teeth at Milo and Stealth.

“I said no. Now move the fuck out of my way.” They snapped. The two complied after a few heartbeats of hesitation. Tank didn’t glance back as they drove away. More guilt pricked their heart and they tightened their grip on the steering wheel. Why couldn’t the pack just leave them alone? Forget they existed? Why did the pack have to pretend to care so much? It just made their heart hurt and then they went back to Quinn’s fangs to try to make themselves forget.

They weren’t sure when it happened, the burn before the pleasure was starting to last longer and longer. They also weren’t sure when they started to enjoy the way it hurt them more than how it made them feel good. It was different from seeking out pain in a masochistic way. No... this felt heavier somehow. Darker.

September

The phone dropped from their hand, eyes wide. Quinn lifted his head from where he sat on the couch. Gabe... he was dead. Horror filled their expression, even as grief cracked something deep within them. They immediately moved towards the door, hand grabbing their leather jacket and shrugging it on. The chill of fall had been affecting them more than usual lately. Quinn told them not to worry about it and just bring their jacket with them.

“Where are you going?” Quinn called out, silver eyes tracking every movement that Tank made.

“To the pack.” They answered, shoving their feet into their boots. Quinn was standing up in an instant, next to them and gripping their shoulders, straightening them up from where they had been bending down to tie their shoes.

“Why?” He asked quickly, his voice growing colder from the bored disinterest of earlier. They stared at him a moment, blinking quickly.

“Gabe died. Hit and run. The pack needs... I need to be there. To say goodbye.” They had left all his texts on read or delivered these past few months. They had never gotten to say goodbye to him. That guilt cracked something else in them and they swallowed around the lump in their throat. Quinn shook his head.

“No.” He said, grip tightening on their shoulders. Tank’s expression turned incredulous.

“Quinn, let go of me. I’m going to pay my respects.” They said, their voice firmer and unrelenting. Quinn gave them an odd look, as if doubting that they really meant it. As if he couldn’t comprehend why they would even care. “Why are you looking at me like that?” They snapped at him, emotions too raw to try to rein back their slowly rising temper.

“It’s been almost nine months. Why do you still care about that stupid pack of yours?” He asked, his voice rough, as his grip started to send sparks of pain through their pain receptors. “I’ve given everything you wanted me to, Precious. You wanted a place to stay while your friend had her boyfriend over, I gave it to you. You wanted me to bite you and feed into those twisted fantasies in your head, I did. You wanted someone to accept the broken sick you that you hide from everyone so determinately. I did. So why are you being selfish and trying to leave me for a pack that has never done anything for you?” He snapped at them.

Tank went still. Very still, their eyes staring at him. At the twisted obsession that gleamed in his silver eyes. Had that always been here? They shoved him away from them.

“Chase me into the sun and drag me back then.” They snarled at him, throwing open the door. The vampire backed away from the sunlight that spilled into the dim room from the door, glaring at them. Tank slammed the door shut behind them.

October

Things were different after that day. Quinn brought more people home to feed from, glaring at Tank the entire time while he did. He still followed through with the requests Tank would whisper to him in the dark of night and privacy of their bedroom. The sex that they both partook in with each other had changed too. Instead of just heated, there were tints of resentment and guilt and shame instead. He would leave their body trembling in ecstasy, but after the high came down Tank felt filthy and unwanted. Even with the bruising bites on their skin. Still only where they could easily hide it.

“What shall we do for Halloween, Precious?” Even the way he said the term of endearment had changed. He practically spat it at them like he wanted it to hurt them. Tank was miserable with him, they realized with a start. But... who else would accept the broken parts of him? Who else wouldn’t curl their lip in disgust at the actions that made arousal cloud their veins?

Tank had no idea if the pack was doing anything for Halloween. David was alpha now, Asher being named his beta. They had showed up for that pack meeting, staying close to the wall. They had been the last to enter and first to leave. They felt bad for Asher though. He had gotten glares when David had appointed him to the position. Especially from fucking Christian. Tank had almost snapped at him. But they felt so tired.

“I don’t care.” They muttered, turning their back to Quinn as they lay on the bed. Quinn wrapped an arm around them and they tensed.

“You could let me bite your neck. Since I did get to bite you for the first time on our first Valentines Day together.” He purred into the back of their neck. They closed their eyes against the dizzy feeling that washed over them. The only times they really asked Quinn to bite them anymore that wasn’t in a sexual context was when guilt or anger made their blood feel more like thick sludge. He had aptly started calling it their ‘self punishment cycles’. They couldn’t refute the claim.

“No.” They mumbled into the pillow. Quinn lingered before sighing and pulled away from them.

“Fine.” He grumbled, leaving the room. The door closed behind him, leaving them washed in the dark. They knew they shouldn’t be in this... but... there was no one else for them. Maybe they deserved this for pushing people away like their friend had warned them against.

Quinn came back that night with a dazed manic grin on his face. Blood had covered the lower half of his face, staining his shirt. Tank stared at him from the doorway, fingers clutching the door.

“What happened?” They demanded. Quinn turned his silver gaze to them and his grin turned into a bloody smirk.

“I fed.” He answered with a shrug. That was more than just ‘feeding’. The blood hadn’t just dribbled onto his shirt, but sprayed. Parts of his hair was even crusted with dried blood.

“What happened?” They demanded again, voice firmer. He moved towards them and leaned in close enough that the coppery scent of blood filled their senses. He glared at him, pressing a hand against the wall next to their head.

“I was thirsty and you weren’t offering any meal. So I went out. And I fed. Seems you’re stronger than you realize, Precious. They didn’t last very long. Rather boring actually, but I suppose it’s just more proof that your my favorite. Just... offer me a meal next time and hopefully some random stranger won’t have to sate all my thirst in one sitting.” He hummed before pressing a kiss to their cheek and moving towards the bathroom, shedding his clothes as he went. Tank stayed where they were standing before wiping away the bloody mark his lips had left on their face slowly.

November

It turned out that no matter what Tank did, Quinn was always still hungry. And more often than not, he returned home looking similar to the way that he had that night last month. And with each passing day, it became more clear of what Tank needed to do. That twisted obsessive gleam that had been in his eyes when they had left to pay their respects to Gabe flashed through their mind. They would need to get some shit together before they could even attempt to leave Quinn. Let alone report him to the Department. Until then, they would keep gathering more information for the report.

“Are you sure that it’s completely safe, Tank? I don’t want you getting hurt...” Their friend said as she jogged alongside Tank. They were trying to get back the muscle mass that they had lost over the last several months.

“It’ll be safe as long as it’s me doing it. I need to keep you and the pack out of it fully. Which is why I need you not to tell David or anyone. I’m only telling you so you can give a testimony if I end up dead.” Tank answered, relaxing into the feeling of the sun beating down on their neck. She still looked unconvinced but nodded nonetheless. Tank pushed down the guilt on their face and focused on the burn of their muscles.

Tank kept a tally of how many nights Quinn returned looking blood-crazed. Or coming out of a blood-craze anyway. It was easy to remember for multiple reasons.

“Thanksgiving is coming up, Precious.” Quinn said, nuzzling against their neck. Tank pushed him off of them.

“I’m not going to be your thanksgiving meal, Quinn.” They said quietly. Quinn sighed and pressed a kiss to where their shoulder met their neck.

“Not even a nibble?” He hummed. Tank shook their head and he let go of them, walking towards the door. They felt a tinge of guilt but pushed it down. Another tally, another mark against him in the eyes of the Department. This would come to an end and quickly.

December

He had been furious. Tank didn’t know how he had found out.

“The fucking Department?!” He shouted at them. They dodged the plate that was sent hurtling towards their head. They needed to get out of this house. Right now. Quinn stalked towards them, murder written in his silver eyes. Tank’s hands gripped the file that held the evidence that they had collected against him close to their chest. For the first time, they were genuinely scared of Quinn. Of what he might do to them. He held out his hand. “Give. It.” He said, his voice low. Tank took a step back, shaking their head.

“No.” They said. Quinn, normally so composed even while bloodsoaked, seemed to snap. He lunged at them, hands gripping onto the file. It only took mere moments before it had turned into an all out fight for the report and evidence. Tank only got away by shifting and running off into the night, several papers missing that Quinn was now shredding. His silver eyes watched the giant wolf disappear into the dark of the night.

“You don’t get to play this game with me, Precious, without having to face the consequences. And if you flee, than someone else will have to take your place.”

He wasn’t stupid enough to go after the Shaw Pack directly. That was asking for a straight path to execution. Two or three of the members were working directly for the Department, and the pack was the most influential one in all of Dahlia. No, going after one of the members wouldn’t end well. But... an honorary member that didn’t quite fall under their coat of arms. Didn’t his precious thrall have a dear unempowered friend?

Tank felt dread pool in their gut, even as they dropped off the report. The person at the desk had only given the puncture wounds in the paper from their teeth a glance before setting it to the side and promising that ‘it will be reviewed at the earliest convenience.’

The dread only grew as they walked down the sidewalk. Each step the moved closer to their friend’s apartment only made them feel worse. The hairs on the back of their neck startle to prickle and their body tense. It was only when adrenaline rushed through their veins at the smell of blood did they run the last couple blocks.

A part of them was glad they ran, while a small part wished they hadn’t. They could hear the weak cries of their friend as the smell of blood coated the air so heavily, almost as if it was an overused perfume. Quinn was hunched over her, sucking greedily from one of the many bite wounds he had left to ravage their friend. A snarl of fury ripped from Tank as they let their body twist and shift before throwing themself at Quinn. They didn’t hesitated in sinking their own teeth into his shoulder and shaking their head like a dog with a chew toy.

Quinn laughed and ripped himself free to face the snarling mass of muscled wolf that stood between the injured human and himself. Blood dripped from Tank’s own mouth, but somehow it tasted more sweet that bitter. A low growl rippled through them, hackles raised.

Present Day

Darlin could feel that same kind of righteous anger ripple through their body, magic sparking. They were going to make him pay for what he did, one way or another.

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onim5 · 11 months ago

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Vampire Ace x Vampire Queen reader!!

Chapter: 2

Yup, it's here everyone.

Chapter: 1 👇

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Chapter: 3 👇

Warnings: Blood, Ace being treated like a slave, a breakdown (a small one), swearwords, Ace stabbing a guy, . . . . . - Please comment if I need to warn about something more.

Ace ran as fast as he could. How could she even say something so stupid, him becoming a monster! He's already been called a monster because of being a pirate and having Gold Roger as father. Ace felt how a feeling of panic rises as he hear the walls. Fuck!

Turning his head around he sees a wall fall incredibly fast down blocking his way back. Ace run and realizes soon, this is a labyrinth. How great.

Ace speeds up and slips under the wall before it closes another path. Why are these walls so thick? Ace start to listen to his surroundings, trying to separate the sounds and understand what it means.

I don't have long stamina now, thanks to my imprisonment and lack of food. Isn't there any windows? Ace eyes can only catch thick stone walls moving in various directions. To the left, right, up and down. Ace keeps running for five minutes when a wall rises showing, the dinning hall. Emidetley stopping Ace turns around only to see a wall fall down fast, a lot faster then the ones he's seen previously.

"You can eat this, right." A voice asks from the dining hall. Turning around Ace is meet with a sight. At the table were different kinds of foods, like meat. "I'm not a vampire, and I won't become one either. Do you like treat slaves to banquet?" Ace growls. "Of course not, but a slave is useless when it's dying of starvation." The Queen explains turning her chair towards Ace. "Also, slaves don't eat at the table." Queen Y/n adds putting up a finger forcing Ace body towards the table. When he's close enough she forces him to sit on the floor with her powers.

Standing up the Queen takes various plates of food and places them on the floor before Ace. "Your allowed to eat now." She's says and Ace's body follow her words like it was an order. After awhile Ace feel stuffed and satisfied for the food, but he can't speak, hell he can't even part his lips. Is this what it means to not own yourself?

"Oi, slave, I need a footstool." The queen calls out. Without any protest he crawl on the floor like an animal, placing himself before the queen's dinning chair, that seemed to be a mini throne. His body didn't react at all when she placed her cold bare feet on him. Why can't I control my body? The sound of a page turning told Ace that the Queen was reading a book and that his body, might have to stay in that position for a long time.

Three hours later.

Placing down the book, the queen sighed of boredom. Standing up on her personal footstool she stretch a little and walk down. "Virus, I'm gonna get ready for my royal duties." She yelled, walking out of the room leaving Ace behind.

Wait she's just gonna leave me here, like this? The only thing I can do is breath. I can't talk, I can't move how do I get out of here? The rooms light turned off and Ace stood still in his position. Now being unable to see the floor to.

As the time passed, Ace's body got numb. He couldn't feel his arms, legs or anything else for that matter. All he did was being still with his knees and palms on the ground. As the hours went his thoughts twisted and turned, should he become a vampire instead of a life like this? Would the queen even give him another chance to become one. NO, I don't wanna eat another human being?

After another pair of hours his body finally moved, not by his command, but it still moved. Pain went through his body as it just stood up and walked away. Couldn't she at least made my body stretch a little.

Ace walked through the castle, listening to the walls moving, for him this time. He entered a room, there his body took a knife and walked into another room. In the room a bunch of humans hung. His body took the knife and cut this one guy before him. A screamed echoed in the room. All Ace could do was watch, as blood flowed down from his body into another silver bowl. "Wait, you're human! You must help me I'm a celestial dragon. So you must! I'm a respected man and I wanna fuck my eight wife's and get back to my luxury place. Oh, you're suppose to bow down, how dare you, pheasant." Ace's hand moved and picked up a weird thing that looked like a band-aid. Placing it on the celestial dragons cut.

Ace looked at the man, he had a lot of black band-aid things and had probably been cut many times before. Taking the silver bowl with one hand Ace began walking to another location. But leaving the bloody knife on a counter before leaving the room. Now using his other hand Ace held the bowl as he walked after a while he came into a living room decorated with red crystals hanging from the ceiling. The queen sat in a couch made of plastic fur. Ace placed the bowl on her table and then sat down on the floor.

"Hmm, I love this guy. He tastes amazing." Ace hear the queen comment while enjoying her blood. What's so special about a celestial dragons blood? "Celestial dragon?" The queen asks looking from her bowl to Ace. "Explain." She say in a stern voice. "The guy's blood that you're drinking from is what people call a celestial dragon. Their descendants from the people who made the world government.

The following three days Ace gets treated like a thing. The queen uses him as a footstool multiple times, but also like other stuff like a clothes hangar or a fucking chair! She also have him as a book holder as she reads in a library. Some books are small so he can hold them, but other books his huge so he needs to balance it on his back. Ace's body feel the pain of not moving or holding something heavy, but is forced to go along with it.

The queen has let him sleep on a couch and let him shower and change clothes. But it's not like he had control over his body during the time.

"Do you still want to be a slave?" The queen asks as Ace eats with her in the dining hall. Well he's on the floor and she's in her throne like chair. Of course not! Ace thinks knowing the queen could somehow hear him. "Can't you become a vampire? Please." The queen looks at him and in the corner of her eyes were tears. "I hate treating you like this, I could have you as a blood-bank, but I can tell you're blood have a lack of taste." The queen says putting a hand on her face leaning on the table. Her other hand moves up and Ace feel a release from his body. "I can move." Ace's voice sounded so happy. But it was clear he was in pain to. After the best stretch of his life, he turn his attention back to the queen.

"Do you have any loved ones?" The queen asks. Ace can't help but frown. "They all think I'm dead." He mutter feeling the pain of his face muscles moving. "Would you like to see them again?" Queen Y/n asked moving her hand away to look at him. "YES!" Ace practically yell, not that he planned to, but he miss all his friends and Luffy. "Well then, let me propose a deal for you."

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Ah, great. A short chapter, I did not mean to post it, but, oh well. It's a good cliff hanger.

#portgas d. ace #fire fist ace #one piece #one piece x reader #portgas #portgas d ace #vampire #vampire portgas d. ace #vampire ace

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ksiondzkanexkiii · 11 months ago

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MAYBE YOU'RE NOT A BAD PERSON

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CHAPTER SIXTEEN

The morning came so quickly that Jinx felt as if she hadn't slept for two days, perhaps because of her illness she couldn't find any other explanation. She felt like shit, and she probably looked like shit. She was awakened by the captain because she couldn't hear his footsteps around the apartment, and he'd certainly walk around his apartment when he got up.

She threw off her heavy duvet, stretched herself, felt and even heard her bones shooting, and she noticed that a cup of tea was next to her bed, and medicine was on a small plate next to the cup. She looked at the door and puffed a little under her nose, but she grabbed the medicine by looking at it with her eyes.

But he accepted the options that she was sick.

And good, 'cause she felt like shit.

With a quick movement, she threw three pills into her mouth and drank them with tea, felt a burning sensation in her throat. The disease was most delightful in her throat, causing her voice to sound hoarse and hurt. Every swallowing hurt her as much as eating or drinking at that moment.

She got out of bed, her feet were still sore from the wounds on her feet, she tumbled towards the kitchen to make herself something to eat. It was a Sunday outside, it was cold on the other side of the window, and she noticed that every window of the car had ice on it.

Her cough was only interrupting the morning calm. She was trying to do it quietly. She was always thinking that Price was about to wake up and scold her for walking in the kitchen in the morning and making so much noise that she couldn't sleep.

She was too tired to argue with him, but her temperament wouldn't allow it, she would probably have found the last remnants of strength to argue with him even if she was barely standing on her feet.

She suspected he might have a lot of questions about yesterday, but she hoped he wouldn't bring it up.

All she had to do was pray for it.

Because she didn't believe in the belief that everything would be okay.

She had too much of a shitty life to believe that everything would work out as easily as she wanted it to.

She never made her dreams come true, and she never had them. She thought it was a waste of time.

- And what are you doing here? – There was a familiar rough voice – You should rest – yawned Price looking at Jinx’s back, his eyes practically burned holes in the back of a teenager, who was still trying to find something good to eat

Good, which is something quick to do cycle soup, which only needs to be poured with boiling water and sprinkled with powder to make a quick lunch, since she lived at Price's and discovered this invention and became addicted to it. Price could've been whining about it being unhealthy, but he kept buying it for her, and in the process, he went over to her and put the top of his hand against her forehead to check the temperature.

- Your fever hasn’t gone down – he grunted, looking at her with a slightly worried look – You know – he started talking when he turned around and started pouring water into the kettle – I wonder how you got sick – he grunted without looking at the teenager who was stiffening and her movements stopped

- What do you mean? – she whispered almost silently, could not get her voice out

Did he know?

- The day before the illness you were as healthy as a horse – he tapped his fingers on the counter as if he wanted to speed up the kettle to boil water faster so he could make tea – You wake up the next morning and you have a fever – he counted further and Jinx wanted to quietly leave the kitchen, but that would arouse his suspicions even more. She stood still and pretended to be doing something and coughed into space without worrying about covering her mouth.

- The duvet slipped in the night – she said in her defense. It was the best thing she could say now she could only curse herself for such a foolish idea – When I was asleep I obviously had to throw it off myself – she added after a moment looking at her hands. Sometimes it felt like her eyes were blurred so she had three hands.

She's bad

He whispered a voice in her ear and Jinx jumped up and looked over her shoulder, but there was no one but Price. There wasn't even a woman who could whisper those words. The blue eyes of a teenager were examining every foot of the room, but there was no one.

Apart from her and apart from the captain

They were alone at home

He looked like he didn't hear that voice. Because he didn't hear. It was her head playing tricks with boredom, or maybe her head sensed something was about to happen.

Something bad

Something very bad

And he wants to warn her

Fuck.

He's getting paranoid, apparently.

- Jinx? – shouted Price also looking over his shoulder further standing with his back to her – Again you do not listen to me kid – complained annoyed that Jinx again entered his head full of thought and does not answer his questions and requests or walk on any words.

Jinx shook her head, shedding her intrusive thoughts, looked at the captain – “I’m sorry,” she whispered, and her voice was hoarse through her sore throat – “Just...” she began to speak and then shook her head, doubting her words and actions. He won't be interested. No one would care how she felt or if she had any worries on the streets she could never have had worries if she had and doubted...

She did not want to go back to it, her hand fell to the left side of her abdomen sensing the grooves of the scar that was hidden under her oversized sleeping shirt moved uncomfortably, writhing about every moment she spent in Mexico, where she was born... But only what she remembers from her childhood

She wouldn't call it childhood.

All she could remember was the grey walls and the mildew on them was the annoying dripping water from the pipes, which were so rusty that she wondered if they even worked, and if so, how contaminated the water flowing through those pipes must have been.

She remembered how her mother

Quotes mother

She wouldn't call her mom. She remembered hanging handcuffed to the wall she could only dream of moving however she remembered how green eyes looked at the little girl who was playing carelessly without knowing what suffering she was born into. She didn't understand then, and she's been suffering since she was a child.

Even unaware of it, scars formed on her as easily as if she were made of the thinnest material in the world.

She wouldn't have been born if it wasn't for her father. Who was a military officer, but he fell in love with her mother, who rejected him, and he abducted her, tortured her, until finally there was little Jinx who had to be born without medical help. She didn't know, but she wanted to die then or never be born.

Or choose another family

The officer was so driven away that he didn't care if he was hurting Jinx's mother or little Jinx, he would just come and take advantage of them, hurt them in any way possible, and then go with a happy smile on his face, caressing his dirty dick. As she got older, she wanted to cut off his fucking dick and laugh in his face when he was in pain.

But that day will never come

She ran away. She left it all behind.

And there's an even bigger swamp

She despised herself

She despised her body

She had enough

She despised her name, which was

- Jinx! – Shouted Price, Jinx jumped in the spot surprised took a step back and her eyes widened looked confused at Price and then at the floor. A quiet "oh" came out of Jinx's mouth when she saw why Price was yelling at her, she dropped the cup of tea and squeezed it so tightly in her other hand, where she had the powdered soup, she must have cut her fingernails and the boiling water from the shattered cup watered her leg and her hand was burned by the powdered soup she squeezed so tightly that all the water poured out. also flew to the floor.

- Come here quickly - he told her to come more ordered he took her by the healthy hand and after he led her to the bathroom - jump in the tub - he told her, and when she did without any quarrel her thoughts were still running elsewhere Price turned on the shower and the coldest water he could and started pouring Jinx's leg where the boiling tea fell on her skin.

He looked at the same time to see if the burn was getting worse or nothing came out. He knew that she would have burn wounds and limp for a while. His blue eyes rose and met Jinx's unconscious gaze staring at one point.

- You scare me a little bit Jinx – he muttered looking at her, she kept ignoring him. He could talk to her for half an hour and she wouldn't answer, she was sitting in her head recreating thoughts that he couldn't comprehend no matter how hard he tried he couldn't. What annoyed him very much he wanted to know these thoughts and help her, but the teenager did not allow himself to be helped, he started pouring cold water also her hand did not escape the fact that she had a tattoo, but he preferred not to comment on his taste too young would have had a tattoo, but he had to admit that the tattoo was very nice he particularly liked the bee painted and the leaves of the monster flower came out a little flat.

But what does he know?

He sighed heavily the more he tried to understand her, the more he felt he couldn't. He looked into her unconscious blue eyes as if he could read her mind and see what she was thinking and how he could help her.

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She got bored, it was an obvious fact the more she became, the more she irritated Price. She was supposed to lie down and rest

When it's so boring!

She had nothing to do. She counted every crack between the planks in the floor, but she was still bored. And it was a nightmare for her, because Price hadn't visited her room since morning, not because he had something important to do.

Because he did, but it could've waited anyway.

But he wanted to give her some privacy. He thought he was pushing too hard on her, and that's why she's so often wandering off and not listening to him. Or maybe he just had to scold her for not doing it, but he understood every person even the loudest recruit has a reason to be loud especially when he's traumatized inside or just come out of it and screaming to show how much the world can suck his dick. But Jinx doesn't work like that. She sat in her head like she was working on something and thinking intensely.

Like she had a purpose in thinking that, but she didn't do anything about it.

Maybe she didn't know?

Or maybe she was just waiting for the right moment.

He preferred to make sure in practice

If he doesn't do anything, he doesn't run away, he doesn't lie to him, that means he's thinking about the past and probably regretting what he did. Come on, she'd never say it out loud, but thoughts count, too.

True? True?

She was lying in bed covered with a duvet and the fever was killing her. She was waving under her nose and her hallucinations or hearing voices whatever she wanted to call it.

That put the blame on the fever.

She tried to learn, but she kept hearing voices or drifting her thoughts away where they weren't needed. It didn't let her focus. Eventually, Price came into her room without rinsing and had a shopping bag in his hands—Great yet another dose of medicine—mumbled under the nose of a teenager, no longer content with the fact that she would have to eat disgusting drugs that made her want to vomit.

Especially after cough syrup

It was her nightmare

- No - quickly denied Price - I see that you still have something on your mind - he started to explain and he threw the paper bag on her bed and hit her feet - And I can't get you out of the trance then so after I asked there and there what to do with that fact - he started to explain and his hands went into his pockets his figure of a fearless captain lay slightly in ruins when he looked uncertainly at the teenager

She looked in the bag out of curiosity. In the middle of the bag were two medium-sized canvases, several brushes, and the simplest set of paints consisting of ten basic colors plus black and white. She looked at the captain confused – “So they told me not to say but to paint?” – she asked skeptically, but she pulled out everything and began to open uncertainly to check what the canvas was and her eyes sparkled with excitement, but the words indicated shyness and reluctance

He nodded gently – we will both paint what scares us personally or makes us think big – he sat on a chair at her desk not sure if he could sit on the edge of her bed, but respected her personal space if necessary. She handed him his canvas, and they were both focused on painting, and neither of them said a word.

There was no need for a word into their gap, and there was a comfortable silence between them, and no one was going to interrupt it. They both had a wrinkle on their foreheads when they painted the details. The captain may not have been very skilled in art, but he was trying to paint his nightmare as it looked.

He wanted to paint Laswell, but he gave up as soon as he grabbed the paintbrush, so he stuck with the idea of painting cards. He hated paperwork so much that it was the job that made him think about his life on the battlefield, he never had time to think about such simple facts as what he was going to eat for dinner or whether he was ever going to have feelings for another person and whether there was ever going to be a person who would call him, "Dad."

He wants to be a father, but his job doesn't allow it. He wouldn't survive the fact that if his child was hurt by his enemies at work, he'd never forgive himself.

Jinx, on the other hand, painted what the basement looked like, which she dreamed so much in her nightmares. Every night she would go back there and relive the nightmare all over again, this place would never be erased from her mind even if she wanted to, she still smelled the horrible smell of mold and rusty pipes. How much she'd give for a happy childhood, where she wouldn't have to worry about what she'd eat tomorrow and whether she'd done her job well and put herself at greater risk to the cartel.

Hasn't she failed...

At the very thought of the name, which she was afraid to say even in her mind, she shuddered, which did not escape the attention of the captain, who looked at her – Are you all right? – asked quietly not wanting to ruin the moment

Jinx just nodded – Only memories – she muttered quietly not looking at him and focusing on the canvas and adding more grey

- You want to talk about it? – he asked again quietly risking a lot, but as the saying goes, “Who doesn’t risk is dead” he glanced at her while trying to see what she painted, but he saw only grey walls with the addition of green – What do you paint? – inquired

- A place where she does not want to go back - she confessed still without looking at him and her voice was muffled and hoarse by a sick throat

- You sound like you’ve been smoking your whole life – he joked under Price’s nose, wanting to loosen the atmosphere, which had begun to thicken because of his curiosity and questions. A short giggle came out of Jinx's throat

- I don’t sound like you – she defended herself this time looking at him

- Excuse me? – he was surprised raising his eyebrow when he stopped painting gently turned his head to the left – Do you suggest something? – he murmured raising one eyebrow high and the other was still wrinkled

- It's your voice calling for water not mine - laughed the teenager, Price was serious for a moment analyzing his words, and when he saw Jinx's smile disappear, when she looked at him as if she realized she might have screwed up she was already preparing an apology, when the captain giggled as well as she did

- Well you won - he giggled and his rough giggle filled the walls in Jinx's room. He looked at the white walls in her room and wondered how they hadn’t been painted at a time when Jinx was so fond of graffiti. So he thought he would have to expect a surprise in the form of graffiti on the wall, but it was a pleasant surprise when he saw that his walls were clean

Only the wall in the living room was damaged. Every rule written on the wall that she had to follow and the schedule he gave her, or maybe it's time to find her a hobby? A dry theory won't do her any good, and some time-saving might help her improve her psyche or her desire to change herself and socialize.

But what could she like besides painting? It would be easy to ask her, but a teenager probably wouldn't know what she likes because she didn't try. There would be nothing left if she tried everything – How is school? – asked after a moment of silence it was a question asked so much in an unexpected moment that Jinx looked at him with raised eyebrow

It was Sunday 3 pm

It wasn't the moment she'd think about school.

She shrugged – Like at school. "Bored," she said simply shrugging, with nothing special to say, "Why do you ask?" – wondered aloud

This time he shrugged his shoulders and got better in the chair, his back hurt from constantly leaning and not comfortable sitting, he was still facing the teenager and his back was leaning against the desk and he was painting on his knee so all the lines were curved more than normal – Curiosity – he replied straight

- I heard the saying that curiosity to the first degree to hell - said Jinx almost proudly, she knows this saying. Price sneezed quietly under his nose – Why do they say that? – She wondered out loud Jinx maybe because she enjoyed talking to the captain even if her throat hurt

He thought for a moment looking for the right words – Normally if you were younger I would tell you this question in the form of a fairy tale – he started to speak, painting his picture and adding more details – But I guess you’re too old for that so – he started to speak after a while

- A fairy tale? You gonna tell a story? – excited teenager as if she were a small child almost jumped up sitting and in place satisfied with the words she heard. She never listened to fairy tales

She listened, but when she was little and Jack would tell them, she stopped being afraid. But he still remembers almost none of it.

He looked at her in amazement, but his eyes softened as she looked at him, set to tell her a fairy tale for a young child. Only now could he think how shitty his childhood must have been, he put the paintbrush in the mug of dirty water and the canvas with his painting on his desk.

He grunted while correcting himself in the chair

- There was a little lamb once. A lamb named Curiosity, she was curious about the world because of it, she had that name, she went everywhere even if there were signs that the road was dangerous, her curiosity was greater than one might expect, she put her head into the most dangerous things, wondering how it worked. This made her climb to the top of the mountain one day wondering what she could find there and yet. When she climbed up, she was afraid to come down, and there she was destined to die of starvation. On the top of the mountain, it was cold, so no vegetation grew until finally, at night, when the lamb thought it was the end of her life, all of a sudden, the devil himself appeared before her.

He told the lamb that he could help her, but on one condition she would guard the first gates to his kingdom, but in return she would get a life where nothing would kill her and she would still be able to visit the places she was interested in – He told her in a calm voice, looking every now and then at a teenager who listened to him curiously and then he focused his eyes on his hands, his voice was soothing.

The department was so calming and his voice put Jinx to sleep with every word he said. Until finally Price heard a quiet snoring, looked up and met a sleeping teenager, who apparently fell asleep the moment he told the story, and didn't even realize it when she fell asleep. He smiled gently, got up from his seat, walked up to the teenager, picked up the paint tubes, the paint brush and her painting, and put everything on the bedside table next to her bed, and put the teenager herself more comfortably.

And he covered her more with a duvet to keep her warm. She only muttered something quietly under her nose as she moved, but as she slept, his eyes shifted to the painting he had painted. He wondered about the meaning of the room she had painted and her earlier words, but no ideas came to his mind.

Couldn't find an answer

He just quietly took a picture of her painting. Then she shows it to Kyle who asked him to do this to help him understand what the painting Jinx painted was about, why was she afraid of a room that looked like a basement?

He let the air out of his mouth quietly, not realizing he was holding his breath. He put the teenager's work on the bedside table and then headed for the door of the teenager's room to come out and quietly shut the door behind him, turning off the light along the way so she wouldn't be disturbed.

By the way, he went to bed and prepared the bandages for tomorrow. The burns on Jinx's arm and leg, however, required treatment and he kept wondering what was going on in her head and why she was eating on a poor cup and ready-made Chinese soup. Maybe someday she'll tell him.

Then, when she's ready

He won't push unless it's necessary. It would have been different if it had been necessary, but not now, he knew he had time to change her and preferred to act slowly and without pressure even if he scolded her for the slightest thing and the schedule of the day didn't allow her to take a break.

After all, it was supposed to be for her own good.

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