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zoeykallus · 2 years

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I love your writing for TBB so much!! Do you still take requests? Reader gets really sick (fever, vomiting, etc) and trying to hide it from their s/o bad batcher? But it's the first time you ever really needed them since you got together so you don't want to burden them? If not, thats ok too. Thanks!!

Yes I do, but they keep piling up, I got about 60 of them to still work through, and it gets more every day, but I'm doing my best. Sorry you had to wait!

PS: I really want me some Tech whenever I'm sick 🥲 Actually, I want them all, but Tech's my fave here.

The Bad Batch/Dogma/Howzer x (sick)Reader HC's - Don't Want To Be A Burden

Warnings: Sickness/Vomiting/Hurt/Comfort/Sick Reader

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Hunter

You can't fool him. Hunter knows when something is wrong with you, he can literally smell it, even through the closed bathroom door.

"Hey, sweetheart, I know you are not feeling well. Why don't you open the door and let me help you?"

You sit in front of the toilet bowl, trying your hardest to keep in the water you just drank.

"No, it's fine, go back to sleep"

Hunter sighs.

"Cyare, I'm not leaving. I'm concerned about you. Come on, I really want to help you"

"There is no need", you say sluggish, almost like a drunk person, but you are dizzy, not drunk.

Hunter says a little more stern, "Open the door, or I open it somehow"

You can barely get to the door, almost topple over. As he comes in, you see his expression soften, and he frowns concerned. The very next moment, you hang over the toilet bowl again, cramping while vomiting.

Hunter is holding you. You are concerned and ashamed, you know he smells this all so much more intense than you or anyone else. But he's not complaining, he lovingly takes care of you, holding you, helping you clean your face and brings you to bed.

Hunter opens a window, so you get some fresh air, but tucks you in, so you don't get cold. He makes you a cup of tea and prepares a bucket next to your bed, in case you can't get up fast enough.

With a damp cloth, he cleans your sweaty face and forehead.

"It's okay", he says softly with his deep voice "I called Kix, he'll be here any minute, we'll find a way to make you feel better"

You break out in tears.

"Hey, don't cry, love. Is it that bad?"

"I don't want to be a burden"

Hunter chuckles softly and dries your tears.

"Don't be silly, Cyare, you are never a burden. You'd do the same for me. I love you and I will always care for you"

Echo

He wakes up, the bed beside him is empty. Echo doesn't think much of it, until he can hear you throw up. He jumps out of bed, muttering, "Oh dear"

Echo hurries to the bathroom door, but it is locked.

"Hun? What's wrong, are you sick?"

"I'm fine", you barely get past your lips.

"Doesn't sound like it", Echo says concerned.

He knows a trick how to open the door from the outside and uses it. This is an emergency in a way, so he doesn't feel bad about it.

"How did you-"

You can't finish the sentence, another cramp goes through your stomach, and you hastily bend over the toilet again.

Echo looks at you, you are soaked with sweat, pale and vomiting.

"Dear Maker! Why didn't you wake me? You do need help!"

You can't talk, just shake your head, vomiting and crying.

"Oh, Cyare... let me help you"

Echo holds you, cleans your face, dries your tears and very softly pats your back, specking softly to you. He takes his com and tries to reach Kix or Tech. Kix is not available, but Tech agrees to come over and gets moving right away.

Very carefully he brings you to bed, he's washing you with a warm damp cloth, changes your night gown and your sheets, before he softly tucks you in.

"Tech will be here any minute, he'll know what to do"

Echo will always want to help you, it's actually a huge part of his love language, his care for you. Let him help you.

Wrecker

He won't wait for you to open the bathroom door, he just cracks it open, with one smooth move. Wrecker is very worried and comms Tech right away, before crouching down to gently hold you.

"Please don't die on me Mesh'la, I'll never recover from that", he whispers hoarsely.

He's so upset that you feel almost guilty about being sick. Wrecker is soft and patting your back.

"Tech is on his way. He'll know what to do"

Tech does not come alone. The whole batch shows up.

"Why are all of you here?", Wrecker asks.

"You sounded so upset, I thought maybe we need a few more hands here", Tech said, apologizing.

Wrecker is actually moved that they all care so much, and it does feel good for him to have his brothers all here, but you want to vanish into thin air. But for now, you keep cramping and throwing up.

Tech shows Wrecker how to hold your head.

"Like this?"

Tech nods, "That's right. I'll prepare an IV, maybe Echo can make some tea"

"Crosshair is already doing that", Echo says, "But I'll go freshen up the bed."

Hunter says, "I'll go prepare an emergency bucket for the night"

It's actually really sweet and moving, to see how they all care. When they bring you to bed, you are just silently crying, in part because you feel so wrecked, but also because you are so soft for all of them right now.

Echo gives Wrecker some tissues to dry your tears. Crosshair sets down the cup of tea on your nightstand, muttering, "It's fennel, good for your stomach, should help a little with the cramps"

Hunter sits on your windowsill, giving you a nod and a small smile, joking in a soft voice, "We just back Wrecker up caring for you as long as you feel so sick, don't worry we won't move in here"

You fall asleep, safe and warm in Wrecker's arms, very exhausted, feeling beaten but also strangely happy.

Tech

He wakes up because he feels cold. Looking to your side, he sees why; you are gone.

"Cyare?"

He tiredly gets out of bed to look for you. He can see the light coming from underneath the bathroom door, then he can hear you throwing up.

"Oh, oh", he says quietly, approaching the door.

Tech softly knocks and asks, "Mesh'la, what's wrong? Can I come in?"

"No", you press out between gagging, "It's okay"

"No it is not, I'm not deaf, my love. Let me in"

As you keep denying him entry, he gets his tools and opens the door anyway. He sees you all sweaty and hanging there, your vomit coming out of your mouth and your nose.

"Oh dear..."

He kneels right next to you, grabbing your head, changing the angle and holding you like this. The puke is no longer coming out of your nose, but it runs down Tech's fingers. He's not complaining or batting an eye, though.

You cry and vomit, until you are practically limp and shaky. You can't remember you've ever felt so sick in your life before. Tech has one leg propped up in front of you, to support your torso, while he's still holding your head.

"It's okay, Cyare" he says softly, "Let it all out. It could be food poisoning"

When you finally stop vomiting, you sob, leaning limp against his leg. Tech carefully leans you against the bathtub for a moment, to clean his fingers, then he cleans your face, your nose and helps you out of your sweat soaked nightshirt.

"Please stop crying, love, it's going to be okay, I promise you'll feel better soon", he says frowning concerned, looking like almost solidarity crying any moment.

He cleans you all up, helps you back to bed, and Tech puts an IV in your arm, to compensate for the water balance lost due to vomiting.

After tucking you in, preparing a bucket for emergencies and making you a cup of tea, he sits down at your bedside and softly grazes your cheeks with his knuckles.

"See, it's going to be better soon"

You are so drained and tired, you just nod and whisper, "Thanks Tech, I love you"

He smiles and says, "I love you too, Cyare. Sleep now, get some rest"

Crosshair

He wakes up the moment you hastily get out of bed to run to the bathroom. His eyes follow you in the dark. As the bathroom door slams shut behind you, and he hears the distinct sound of someone vomiting, he sighs and gets out of bed too.

You've been awfully quiet all evening, he already suspected you were not feeling well, but you didn't admit it.

"Silly girl", he mutters and walks to the bathroom door.

It's locked, but he has no patience for that, he knows these doors, easy to crack open, and that's what he does.

Again he sighs, seeing you all soaked in sweat and clinging to the toilet like your life depends on it.

"Well, shit", he mutters and gets his com. "Tech, Y/N is sick, get your ass over here, ASAP"

He goes back to you, grabbing you to hold your head.

"Tech showed me once when I had food poisoning as a cadet. This way you won't puke through your nose. I know it hurts like a bitch when your stomach acid burns in your nose"

You are shaking and sobbing, feeling so ashamed to be in this state, in front of the snarky Sniper, of all people. But the fact he actually cares makes you feel warm despite the situation... or maybe it is the fever.

He's not complaining, not mocking you. Crosshair just holds you, careful and patient, he's not talking, but he mostly never does.

When it seems like you are finally done puking your heart out, he cleans his hands and your face and brings you back to bed. The same moment Tech arrives.

"In here!", Crosshair calls and Tech walks right in.

"Thanks for coming", he mutters, "You know better what to do than I do"

Crosshair stays by your side the whole time, while Tech does his thing. He will always care, as best he can. Don't try to hide from him, there is no need for that. He might come off as aloof sometimes, but he is not.

Dogma

He's panicking a little as he realizes you are locked up in the bathroom, vomiting your guts out. Dogma comms Kix, who is with Fives at that moment. Of course, both are coming to the rescue.

"They don't open the door and I can hear they're throwing up and not doing good at all!", Dogma says, really worried when Kix and Fives arrive.

"Let me", Fives says, and cracks the lock.

All three get inside the small bathroom and all you can utter between gags, is "Maker... no"

You feel so ashamed that all three see you like this, but the guys are really sweet. Dogma holds you gently, Kix is scanning you, giving you a shot and Fives is softly patting your back and saying nice things.

"You gonna be alright, we've all felt that way before, no need to be ashamed or worried", Fives says.

Dogma nods and says, "Yeah, Kix has seen pretty much all of us like this one time or another"

Kix says softly, "I've seen much worse"

You are so weak and shaky and as the vomiting finally stops you sob and lean into Dogmas arms, too weak to hold yourself up.

The men help you back to bed, Dogma cleans your face and tucks you in, while Fives makes tea and Kix puts an IV into your arm. After setting down the cup on your nightstand, Fives prepares a bucket at your bedside and Dogma carefully snuggles up to you, stroking your head and drying your tears.

All three of them assure you, things are going to be fine, until you fall asleep of exhaustion. Fives and Kix even stay overnight, they are on leave at the moment anyway and don't have to be anywhere the next day.

Dogma was so worried and unsettled, they didn't want to leave their brother alone with this. Don't worry about the next day, all of them are very gentle and discreet about what happened.

Howzer

He woke up because he sensed your restlessness, just before you jumped up to run to the bathroom. Howzer follows you, but you close the door right in front of his face and lock it. The next moment, he hears you throwing up.

"You've got to be kidding me", he mutters.

He waits until it's a quiet for a moment and says, "Mesh'la, open the door. Come on, let me in"

"It's okay", you slur, "I'm fine, go back to sleep"

"Love, you don't really think I can go to sleep, knowing you're not doing well, do you?"

"It's fi-" another stomach cramp interrupts you.

"Cyare? Open up, or I'll break the door open, I'll get in there somehow"

You finally give in, hastily opening the door, before another cramp makes you cling to the toilet again. Howzer comes in, seeing you hanging in front of the toilet like a sweat soaked heap of misery.

"Oh maker"

He immediately crouches down next to you, holding you gently as you empty your stomach. By now, there is only bile and water coming out of you. You cramp and shake and sob. Howzer keeps holding you, speaking to you gently, mumbling soft words. Finally, the cramps stop for the moment, and you hang in his arms, still sobbing.

"Oh Baby, I'm so sorry you feel so sick", he says and gently starts cleaning your face, getting you out of your wet night shirt, cleaning you with a warm damp cloth and finally bringing you back to bed.

Howzer tucks you in, prepares a bucket at your bedside gets you tea and a glass of water, some mints to help you get rid of the bad taste and calls one of his medics, just to be safe.

He sits at your bedside, softly washing off the sweat from your face and forehead with a damp cloth and speaking calmly to you, soft and low, "It's okay, hun, you'll be better soon. Don't worry about anything, I got you. I have a few days leave left, I can stay and take care of you"

"I don't want to be a burden", you say hoarsely, your throat burning from all your stomach acid.

"You are not, my love. Please let me take care of you, I feel better when I can have an eye on you until you get better", he asks you softly.

You can't believe how lucky you are. You might have felt uncomfortable at first, but knowing he cares so much actually gives you butterflies all over again.

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brain-rot-central · 6 months

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This is a rant about the Gale romance. Nothing bad necessarily. Just an analysis of why I can't no matter how I try lol

I'm a Gale supporter but tbh his whole "with you I forget my goddess," thing is highly unsettling to me.

He's not forgetting his goddess necessarily. He's replacing his goddess with you. He's worshipping you instead. Which, to some, yeah! They may like that. But in actuality, you shouldn't be worshipping anyone but yourself to that degree.

You can love someone and value them. But to worship them is bordering on obsessive, almost to a level of dependence. And given Gale's highly volatile background (the man literally just came out of a year long depression where he drank himself into oblivion frequently and/or contemplated suicide multiple times, not to mention was manipulated since childhood so he has ZERO sense of self outside of Mystra because he was literally groomed to do nothing but worship her and give himself over to her whenever she wanted), that's not healthy and probably will not end well.

Imo Gale gets attached way too quickly and way too deeply. It's unnerving. In his defense, yes, he eventually falls in love with himself toward the end of the game. Gains respect for himself and believes himself to be more than just a pawn in a game of chess. Which is what self-respect and self-love is, and a long-term healthy relationship can absolutely help foster those things. But it's highly unrealistic for someone to get to that level of self-acceptance and security within 3-4 months (that's like the max timeline for the game from what I understand, and apparently that's even being generous).

I mean yeah I'm trying to apply real world logic to a video game and I know you don't do that (don't question the laws of video games, I know), but I just cannot do the Gale romance for that reason. I support him. He's a great choice. He's handsome, witty, and resourceful. But the level of desperation is too much for me.

I'm not your salvation. I don't want to be anyone's salvation. I'm very aligned with Astarion's whole "fuck the Gods, they never did anything for me anyway," take when it comes to religion/worship.

Help me grow as a person. I want to be two shitty people who tear one another apart and rebuild ourselves together through love and understanding of the world around us. I want to be a better person together. That's why, to me, Astarion's romance makes the most sense. He's incredibly jaded at the beginning of the game, but through love he learns compassion (UA ending). Probably because it mimics my own experiences in love but yeah.

Gale is great but his whole partner-worship thing is murky. I totally get why some people would be into that, though. And that's totally fine. Just ain't my cup of tea.

#neech's speeches #i love Gale as a character #he's witty and silly #sharp and clever #but that's where it ends for me idk #trauma mention #suicide mention

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glitzandglammer-kittycat · 9 months

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Weird OC shit

Anwir : I'm bored.

Zan : Wanna commit first degree murder?

Anwir : Sure! Pavo , hearing them: No- Stop, don't do that! Put that knife down! Put Charles down!!

Faloi : A party is a celebration of a life, bringing people together to let the guest of honor know how much they’re loved. Anwir has done so much for us. This is our chance to do something for them.

Zan: By forcing them to have fun at a party that they don’t want to be at?

Faloi : I knew you’d understand.

Anwir : Pulls a glass of water from out of nowhere

Charles: Where did you get that?

Anwir : My pocket.

Charles: How do you keep a glass of water in your pocket?

Anwir : Skills.

Zan: trying to buy a Father's Day card at Hallmark

Zan: Excuse me, do you have any that just say "You are my dad?"

Associate: Well, I-

Zan: How about "You banged my mom?"

Associate: No...

Zan: You know what, I'll just get a blank one.

Zan: writes You are a father. This is a day. Here is a card.

Anwir : Is something burning?

Zan, leaning seductively on the counter: Just my desire for you.

Anwir : Zan, the toaster is literally on fire.

Pavo: Think you can answer some questions without the usual level of sarcasm?

Zan: If you can ask the questions without the usual level of stupid.

Zan: I do two things and two things only. I devastate sorry motherfuckers, and get shit done as an awesome leader.

Anwir : I scare people a lot because I walk very softly and they don't hear me enter rooms. So when they turn around, I'm just kind of there and their fear fuels me.

Faloi: Zan, why is Anwir intruding on our cuddle time?

Anwir : Zan, why is Faloi intruding on our cuddle time?

Zan, in distress: Please… I have two hands…

Charles: Hey, do you know the password to Pavo’s computer?

Zan: Fuck you, Charles.

Charles: Hey!! Zan: No, you misunderstood, the password is "fuckyouCharles".

Charles: Oh, no numbers? Not very safe.

Charles: Zan gave me a get better soon card.

Anwir : That's sweet!

Charles: I wasn't sick, they just think I can do better.

Charles: I hate Anwir .

Faloi: Don’t say hate. That is a mean word.

Charles: Fine, I LOATHE Anwir .

Faloi: How did you even get in here?

Zan: Charles's window! Or, as I like to call it, "Zan's door"!

Charles: I’m closing the window.

Anwir : Faloi won’t wake up, what do I do?

Zan: Did you try kicking them?

Anwir : Yes. Zan: I’m out of ideas.

Zan: How do you type so fast?

Pavo: Anxiety.

Zan, making a cup of tea: Yeah, get into that leaf juice, you sexy, sexy bee sauce.

Pavo: Hey, do you take constructive criticism?

Zan: I absolutely fucking do not.

Faloi: You three, explain right now!

Pavo: It was Zan.

Anwir : It was Zan.

Charles: It was Zan.

Zan:

Zan: …fuck.

Anwir : Surgery is basically just stabbing someone to life.

Faloi: Please never become a surgeon.

Pavo, on the phone: Where are you?

Zan: I told you, I’m at work

Pavo: Swear you’re not at Chuck E Cheese again?

skee ball machine alarm goes off in the background

Anwir : I am strong! I beat Pavo at arm wrestling!

Zan: Anyone can beat Pavo at arm wrestling!

Pavo: Hey-

Pavo: All snacks are gone.

Anwir : I AM LITERALLY RIGHT HERE?!

Anwir , to Faloi: Are you peanuts? Because I want to boil you alive.

(ANWIR! DON'T BOIL YOUR BROTHER!)

Charles: Anwir and I are so close we even share a toothbrush.

Anwir : We what?

Zan: I just drank a lego piece.

Charles: ...what the hell?! You melted plastic and drank the liquid?

Zan: Yes.

Charles: Why did you even melt a lego in the first place?!

Zan: Because it looked like chocolate! So I drank it! You know, like a chocolate shake?

Anwir , about Zan: They're speaking some kind of French.

Charles: Let me handle it. I speak Spanish. It's the same thing.

Faloi: How do you connect with a fictional character?

Anwir : What?

Pavo: What?

Zan: What?

Charles: pulls up a 500 slide presentation I'm glad you asked.

Pavo: You really believe in Charles?

Anwir : Luckily, they believe in themself enough for the both of us.

#funny #my ocs #dragons #ha ha funny

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songmingisthighs · 3 years

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Hooked

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A freshman hookup rekindled into something new. With an incentive, of course. But what would happen if your 'relationship' led you somewhere you never thought would happen to you ?

As you, Hongjoong, and Yeosang stepped into the campus housing complex, you were immediately welcomed with the sound of what you could only assume as a stampede.

Before you could even tell neither Hongjoong nor Yeosang, you could see several men running towards you from the distance. Upfront, you could see Mingi and Wooyoung running as fast as they could whilst San, Seonghwa, and surprisingly Jongho followed behind. A little bit further back, you could see Yunho trying to catch up, obviously left behind by the rest.

You couldn't help but grin widely at the sight. You could feel the butterflies in your stomach as your heart swelled with love for them. Before neither Hongjoong nor Yeosang could do anything, you had taken off to meet the other boys halfway.

All of you, except for Hongjoong and Yeosang, crashed onto each other in a big hug. The first to wrap his arms around you was San which then followed by Seonghwa and Mingi, then Wooyoung and Jongho and finally Yunho.

"I'm so glad you're fine, baby," Seonghwa exhaled shakily, arms tightly wound around you protectively. You giggled at him and pulled away from them slightly, "You're dramatic, you know? I'm fine, perfectly fine even, they didn't find anything wrong with me," you grinned at them.

San took one of your hands in his, inspecting it thoroughly with a pout on his face, "are they 100% sure? You hit Sunhee pretty hard last night,"

You slipped your hand from his grasp to cup his face instead. You stared into his eyes before giving him a peck on his nose, "Yes, Sannie, they were 100% sure, I even got an x-ray just to be sure," you assured him.

Wooyoung suddenly pushed forward, pushing San away to take his spot. He had his hands on your waist and a deep pout on his face, "no fair, I want nose kissies too," he whined. The others groaned at his childish behaviour but you only giggle at his adorableness before complying. You leaned in to peck his nose but as you pulled away, he pulled you back in to kiss your lips.

The rest of the boys let out protests, pulling Wooyoung away from you and smacking his arm and scolding him. But Wooyoung only had a goofy grin on his face, looking far too satisfied.

You rolled your eyes at their childish antics, but a smirk remained on your face. As you walk off past them towards the frat.

Realizing this, the boys immediately caught up with you. Mingi and Yunho linked each arm around yours, making sure to not be too rough as you had just gotten back from the hospital. You kept reminding them that you were okay but they insisted that they won't take any chances.

Even as you walked in, the boys immediately rush forward before you to get things ready. Mingi and Yunho led you to the couch, Seonghwa and Jongho ran to the kitchen, telling you that they'll bring you tea. Somehow, San had ran up to your room and back with your blanket in his arms which he immediately draped over your lap while Wooyoung took your shoes off. Hongjoong and Yeosang however, sit idly by the side, snickering at how the others were running around like headless chickens.

You, however, were basking in their affection, feeling somehow special and very much loved by them.

"Are you okay, baby?"

"Are you comfortable?"

"Do you want me to lend you my hoodie?"

"Do you want me to help you change first?" "Woo, not the time,"

"Is this spot good enough for you?"

"Want me to move you to your bedroom?"

The questions they threw at you were neverending and relentless, bordering on nagging. But you didn't find them annoying at all. You answered each of them with a smile on your face, even reassuring them that all you need is for them to stay with you.

Seonghwa once again appeared in front of you, kneeling with a pout on his face, "are you sure you're fine? We can get you literally anything you need," he said, hands on your knees and thumb rubbing gently.

You put the cup of tea on the coffee table and put your hands on top his, your own thumb caressing the back of his hand softly, "I'm 110% sure I'm fine, hwa! What kind of confirmation do you need?" you giggled, finding his caring nature to be quite amusing at the moment.

"(Y/N)'s fine hyung, she's still bad at math! If she'd been in a worse condition, she'd suddenly be good at it," Jongho joked as he plopped down next to you, head on your shoulder as he playfully twined his arm around yours.

As you rolled your eyes at Jongho's teasing, Seonghwa smacked him on his leg, "Don't say that! She just got hurt!" he scolded the younger. Yeosang suddenly piped in from the other side, "Well, having your arm smack someone sure does hurt but I wouldn't say she is HURT hurt, they literally didn't find anything wrong other than her odd cardiac rhythm," he said casually.

Seonghwa's eyes almost bulged out when Yeosang mentioned your odd cardiac rhythm. You could almost see him visibly paled. You sent a glare to Yeosang for not being mindful of his wordings before cupping Seonghwa's face gently, "It wasn't anything serious, I told them it was because I drank coffee and I had quite an exciting night," you explained. But Seonghwa was still not relaxing. "I'm going to start limiting your caffeine intake, young lady, and I won't take no for an answer," he told you.

Before you could retort, San reappeared from the stairs. He skipped over to you and tug your arm, "I made you a bath, come on!" he said excitedly.

You let San tug you up and lead you to the 2nd floor. But then a set of footsteps followed behind you two.

"And where are you going?" Yunho called.

You looked to the side to find Wooyoung casually following you behind.

He blinked innocently before answering Yunho, "(Y/N)'s gonna take a bath," he stated simply.

"And why were you following behind?" Hongjoong asked, arms crossed in front of his chest.

Wooyoung shrugged nonchalantly, "She might need some help in there. Besides, I know a way or two to help her de-stress," he smirked, pumping his eyebrows suggestively.

The boys collectively booed him. Hands coming forth to pull him away from you. They all threw protests at him, to which he defended himself with equal ferocity.

You couldn't help but watch them. There was a sense of pride and comfort seeing all of you together like this. You all might be unconventional, a little bit crazy and bordering on madness. But you love them all to bits. Every single part of you felt nothing but care and adoration for them.

And now, after what had happened, the crazy shit you went through. You were sure that they love you as well. You were sure that no matter what happened, you all will always have each others' backs no matter what.

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so-writing · 4 years

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Sugar, Honey, Ice and Tea - Matthew Tkachuk (4)

This part is shorter than I'd like but it felt right to end it here. also trash edits I'm sorry

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Sleep.

All he wanted to do was fucking sleep.

The medics cleared Matthew and as soon he was back out on the ice, he made damn sure to get revenge on the asshole that had bodied him. He didn’t do it in a form of physical retaliation though, opting instead to rip the puck from the man’s grasp and score the game winning goal.

It wasn’t even a home game but there were enough screaming fans present that they probably could’ve blown the roof off the arena.

The win was incredible, their fourth in a row, but Matthew was tired. Mentally, he was fine, and he didn’t have any serious physical injuries but a hit that hard was going to have anyone feeling incredibly sore and beaten up.

His sights were set on the hard hotel bed he had to share with someone he didn’t particularly like but the guys weren’t having it.

“Chuky! We’re going out tonight!”

“You’re going out tonight,” he corrected, “i’m going to bed.”

“Come on, man, you have to come out! Game winning goal! Let’s drink about it!”

It was the last thing in the world that Matthew wanted to do, but his team wanted him to go and so, reluctantly, he found himself sat at a high top table with a double shot of vodka sitting in front of him.

“Fuck it, I guess, we won!”

He threw the alcohol back like it was water and slammed the shot glass down on the table. He hadn’t eaten much that day, his nutritionist would be pissed if she knew, so the liquor was hitting quicker than normal.

“You want another, chuky?”

“You know I fucking do!”

The boys had gone out to celebrate and you planned to do the same with a few slight differences. Instead of shots in a loud bar, you stopped to grab a bottle of wine before returning to put on your favorite pajamas and hooking your laptop up to the hotel TV to binge the shitty reality show you were currently all about.

Hours passed and as soon as you found the bottom of the bottle of your wine, you were ready to pass out.

“Shit,” you said to the empty hotel room, “need to brush my teeth.”

The amount of wine you’d consumed didn’t hit you until you tried to stand up.

“Fuck,” again to no one, “maybe not.”

Dropping back to the bed and laying there for a minute, you prepared yourself to make the incredibly short trip to the bathroom to brush your teeth.

“You can do it, you’re a good one! You got this!”

Launching your body from the bed, you ran to the bathroom and burst into a fit of giggles as soon as you saw your reflection in the mirror.

“Oh my god! I’m drunk!”

The booming male voice scared the shit out of you, but even in your drunken state, you realized it was Matthew.

“There’s no need to give a girl a fucking heart attack, Chuk!”

You were halfway through brushing your teeth, toothpaste running down your chin, when you exited the bathroom to see him laying spread eagle on the floor beside the bed.

“Who the fuck is Chuk?”

It was hard to understand, and despite your own inebriation, it was obvious he was too far gone.

“You, idiot.”

“Don’t call me that! You are the one that is the idiot!”

It was hard to take him seriously when he was rolling around on the floor in front of you, so it was no surprise that he got offensive when you laughed at him.

“Stop laughing! I’m important!”

“Oh yeah? To who?”

“To the Flames!”

“Who is that?”

“What?!”

He sat up immediately, rocking side to side as he began to explain, “the Flames are my team. I love those guys. We’re going to win a fucking cup!”

There was something so innocent about his drunken rant. Something so innocent and adorable that you wanted to pull his drunk ass into a big hug.

You didn’t though. You knew better. The working relationship between yourself and Matthew was hanging by a thread and the last thing you needed was some drunken bullshit making it that much harder.

“I hope you do win a cup, Matthew.”

“Matthew again,” he whined, “I thought we were past that.”

“Sorry,” you corrected as you hid the smile behind the hand over your face, “I hope you win a cup, Matt.”

“Me too. Fuck!”

He stood up and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling your body into his.

“I really want to win this year,” Matthew purred in your ear.

What the fuck was happening? Your body was pressed against Matthew’s hard abs and thighs and chest. You didn’t get along until literally yesterday but here he was wrapping himself around you like you had been lovers for years.

“I know, I want you to win too.”

You knew better than to lean into him. Matthew Tkachuk was someone you’d never gotten along with and were still very much on the fence about but feeling the heat of his body against yours had you questioning fucking everything.

The wine coursing through your system didn’t help.

“Can we cuddle? I just want to sleep and I want to hold someone.”

“Someone?”

It was bold and even though you were drunk you knew it.

“I want to hold you.”

“Okay.”

You fell into bed with Matthew with all the ease in the world. He wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you as close to him as he could.

It was drunken debauchery and nothing more.

“Holy fucking shit, my head is fucking pounding.”

“Keep it down, asshole, you’re not the only one.”

You didn’t realize you weren’t alone in bed until you felt the weight of an arm wrapped around your waist.

Holy shit. There was no way.

Slowly rolling over, you were met with the face of Matthew Tkachuk. His curls were wild and he could barely open his eyes.

“We both drank a lot. Go back to bed. Late practice today, no game.”

Being in no mood to argue, and also incredibly tired, you took his advice.

Waking up pressed into a beautiful woman wasn’t new to Matthew.

He felt incredibly sluggish and tired but she wasn’t up so he tried his best to settle back into the bed and move as little as he could.

Her body was warm and he found himself pulling her waist closer to his own and enjoying the feeling of their bodies pressed together. It wasn’t until she began to wake up that he realized who he was in bed with.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

They had agreed to be kind of friends but there was no way she would continue to honor that deal with his morning wood shoved into her back.

#Matthew Tkachuk #Matthew Tkachuk imagine #matt tkachuk #nhl imagine #Calgary Flames imagine #Tkachuk imagine

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joynershats · 3 years

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Since you asked for fic prompts and I cannot get enough of literally any willex fluff… I would love a willex fic where alex is in some way mentally impaired (whether he is drunk or has a fever or is recovering from surgery or is sleep deprived… whatever works) and just has no filter about how much he is in love with his boyfriend. And all he wants to do is cuddle and get kisses and pouts if willie goes anywhere out of arms reach. And willie of course obligues because he also cannot get enough of his silly boyfriend who is even cuter when he has no filter

hello.

Okay you will need to excuse me, I can't write straight fluff for the life of me.

I tried! I swear I did. And I can't. So I took the mentally impaired part and tried to give you something nice anyways, like, idiots falling for idiots ft college AU? I hope this works, you were so nice gicing me a prompt and I'm so sad I couldn't write anything that was decent enough.

If I can get something good I promise I'll dedicate it to you kind anon, and if you want, go ahead and read this too:)

And as usual, here, take visuals, because Booboo is really hot.

“I told you this was a bad idea.”

Frat parties weren’t Alex’s cup of tea.

His anxiety had started skyrocketing when Luke had announced they were going because cute girl from history of music class was going with her friend, and of course, his friends had to go with him.

Reggie had agreed with a passion, because, textually, “The Lambda Omega Sigma always has the best music and the fruity cocktails for girls”, while Alex was quivering at the sole idea.

And he would’ve totally gotten away with it if Luke hadn’t told Carrie from ballet class, who threatened to make confetti out of his hoodies if he didn’t go. Not like he minded having to buy clothes again, but her stern looks were scary enough to convince him.

And besides that, there was no way he would’ve gone to a party at the frat house of cute boy from contemporary art class he wasn’t supposed to be in but chose as a minor because he had seen aforementioned cute boy signing up.

Their name was Willie, by the way. Alex had overheard somebody calling them Willie while getting out of class once, but he had been so used to referring to them as the cute boy from contemporary art class, to mirror Luke’s cute girl from history of music.

It was easier said than done because Luke had literally dragged him to the party. At least he’d made sure to look good enough, in case they were there.

“Alex, stop being a baby, it’s just one person throwing up! That doesn’t mean something is wrong, maybe she just drank too much.” Luke scolded him as he filled a solo cup with whatever fruity alcoholic thing was in what looked like a painting bucket.

Reggie was long lost in the crowd, probably dancing around or showing off his braiding skills with the girls, and Luke would’ve been too if Alex had stopped following him for a second.

“Listen, have a drink, it’ll be fine, I promise you.”

Fighting with Luke was like trying to stop a river from flowing with paper towels, and in the span of seconds he took to grab the cup, Luke was already gone from his sight range.

He hated being alone in the crowd. He hated being in the crowd first, and alone second, the two things together had his head spinning. That’s why he convinced himself to take a sip out of the cup.

It was sweet, not how he remembered alcohol, his friends drank hard liquor to get drunk fast, so this was very different. The facade of sweet fruit and candy taste was only, like said, a facade. Because it was very alcoholic. And Alex wasn’t used to drinking.

Two empty solo cups later, he found himself on the dance floor. He was lucky he wasn’t making a show of himself, he seemed in fact invisible with all the people around. He moved his body to the rhythm, with the grace of a dancer he owned and mastered, his blonde hair sticking to his forehead and his pink shirt now a second layer of skin against his toned chest.

He spun and followed the music, it was really warm in the room even if outside it wasn't, blush creeping on his neck and shoulders and his cheeks. Some girls tried to get his attention, and even if the blonde did dance with them, they had different aims in mind.

He even thought he saw cute boy from contemporary arts, but before he could blink again, the angelic sight was gone.

And so did the high of the alcohol a little too early for his taste.

He ran- no, sprinted upstairs towards the bathroom. He didn't know exactly what gods he had to thank that the bathroom was empty, but he luckily found his way to the toilet where he threw up the entirety of his stomach.

Several minutes, and a string of ungodly sounds later, Alex raised his head, moaning in discontent.

"Man, what the frick did you drink?"

Alex's fight or flight response was a little broken by then, drowned in fruity whatever it was in the cups he'd drank along the evening, but he couldn't not recognize hot guy from contemporary arts' voice.

"Oh god." he groaned, his hands falling back against the bathroom wall. "How much of this have you witnessed?"

They were sitting inside the tub with a cup in their hand, but it looked untouched. What was the weirdest thing in fact was the sketchbook in their hands. A peculiar thing to do during a frat party.

And they laughed. "All of it, no problem though, frat parties are my jam."

They stood up to reach out for Alex, but he turned his head away. "No, no, no, don't look at me, I'm literally disgusting."

They laughed again. It sounded angelic, half-drunk Alex thought. And they were literally an angel too because they just nodded and sat by his side, looking at him.

"First time drinking?" they tried asking again after a few moments of silence. The drummer really didn't feel like talking to his little pass-by crush while he was not only drunk probably smelling like puke, but he felt rude not answering.

"Yea, my friend told me to drink so I would stop being so nervous because you're here," he didn't exactly realize what he was saying, and even if he had, he wouldn't have cared in all honesty. Maybe he should've drunk more often.

Willie frowned. "What do you mean?"

"Oh yea basically I've had a crush on you for like months but I never talked to you, and now we're talking but I'm on the floor covered in vomit, and what I think is somebody's lipstick... Gee, I'm not even straight. I mean that is pretty much the reason why I blush every time you breathe in my direction."

They looked at him puzzled, understanding Alex was speaking without thinking twice, but somehow they found it adorable. Hence why they smiled.

"Well, why didn't you talk to me then? You're cute."

Alex bluescreened. He blinked once, twice, Willie waited for them to charge and process their words.

"You're probably the hottest... person? I've ever seen in my life. And you think I am cute? See that makes you even more perfect, fuck off hot dude from contemporary art class."

Now, this time they burst into laughter. He was a little ridiculous but looked cute doing that. And the whole circumstance was just hilarious. They enjoyed it, they enjoyed him.

"Alright alright sorry, next time I'll just call a stranger in my bathroom ugly when they clearly aren't."

They stood up to grab a towel and wet it for him, as Alex followed them around like their life depended on it.

"This is your bathroom? Ah, fudge I'm sorry hot dude from contemporary arts."

"Willie, it's Willie." they smiled.

"I know," Alex replied while grabbing the towel to clean his mouth and then... well, everything else.

"Creepy, and what else do you know about me?"

Alex seriously thought about it. "Well, nothing else, pretty much."

"Would you like to?"

#jatp #julie and the phantoms #willex #willie ortega #willie wilbur williamson #jatp willie #willie jatp #booboo stewart #alex mercer #owen joyner #willex fic #willex fanfic

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artbyrivaille · 4 years

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Hair ☕

Okay, so at the outset, I would like to emphasize that English is not my mother tongue and I am still learning. But writing is my hobby and I decided that I will try my skills here too, in English, I invite you to write requests, I hope you will like it!

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She was strong. She was a good soldier, commander, companion.

But she was also a beautiful woman with an amazing figure who was envied by many. Despite being quite short, because she was only five feet three, she had long slender legs. Overall, she was considered a beautiful woman. However, she had short hair.

Her hairstyle was practically identical to Levi's, but no one accused her of trying to look like him, as she was cutting her hair that way long before Ackerman joined the survey corps.

Oh, she and Levi. It was quite a sneaky topic, let alone the rumors around the body. They were often seen in each other's company, people interpreted it differently.

Some said it was just a friendship and a bond they established when Ackermann was part of her branch at the beginning of his career. And the others insinuated the supposed romance of the two. Well the versions were really different, but the truth was that y/n and good captain Levi were just two great friends. The woman was one of the few people who knew the man's past, and shared with him some facts about her. Because they both came from the Underground, however, and managed to get out of there on their own, and not with the help of scouts, as was the case with Levi.

At first they were not very sympathetic, quite the opposite. They had very similar characters, which theoretically should indicate that they will get along well, but that was only theoretically. In practice, they got on their nerves terribly.

But despite this aversion to a man, it was precisely this that helped him the most after the death of Farlan and Izabel. She provided him with comfort, help and warmth. Something no one else could give him. It was thanks to her that he recovered so quickly, and he was in the place where he was at the moment.

At some point their relationship began to take a less formal path. More and more often they stayed at each other's offices, helped each other with Erwin's sentences, that is, documentation. They drank tea together, despite the fact that the brunette was a coffee advocate, she made an exception for Levi and almost completely gave it up. They had similar problems, especially those with sleep, may both of them suffer from insomnia, so when the entire corps was asleep, they sat in the two of them over documents, or simply spent their free time together.

Y/n did not even know the exact moment when she began to care in this other, more intimate way on the short captain. It came overnight. Of course, she was behaving the same as before, after all, she was not some horny teen, but a mature woman, but at the moment when she was going to the black-haired's office, or she just knew that he would see him, her body was flooded with heat. And maybe she wouldn't care so much if it wasn't for the fact that she had short hair.

She loved the short haircut, the long hair simply irritated her and disturbed the soldier's everyday life, but she was afraid that they might be an obstacle to any closer relationship with Ackerman.

***

She sat quietly in her office filling out paperwork for Erwin. She nervously tweaked her hair, which was longer than usual, because every time she tried to cut it, something was getting in the way and that was how it was already quite long.

The silence in the office was broken by the sudden opening of the door through which entered a black-haired man with pliers and a towel in his hand. He closed the door with a bang and set the items on the coffee table, then looked at the woman poring over reports and other documents.

"You have long hair." He said suddenly and walked closer to her chair, and when he was next to him, he entangled his hand in her dark strands. She breathed a breath and leaned against the back of the armchair, massaging her temples at the same time giving herself to the caress.

"I didn't have time to cut them off because of the last expedition, and with all the crap Erwin did, I have more work to do than ever. And Hanji keeps following me all the time and asks if I managed to convince Bushbread to do experiments on titans." She explained in frustration then exhaled her mouth with a whistle.

"Tch, fucking shitty glasses. Come on, rest a little, cut off your hair, and you will give me a haircut." He replied then pulled the woman's chair back and, grabbing her hand, led her to the bathroom. She was so tired of it all that she didn't care, and the presence of a cobalt-eyed woman was calming, so she didn't resist. "Get your hair wet." He gave the order, which she followed by putting her head in the shower and then she wet her hair with a stream of water. Ackermann handed her a towel, which she grabbed and dried her hair.

Let the two go back to the brunette's office, meanwhile she took off her jacket and threw it on the couch, which Ackermann only huffed, but said nothing. She sat down without a word on the low stool that the man had prepared at that time. He ran a hand through her hair a few times and began carefully trimming it.

"Can I ask you a question?" She finally gave up y/n, unable to withstand the silence in the room

"You ask them anyway, so why do you ask me for permission." The bored man replied by which l/n raised the corner of her mouth in a small smile.

"What do you think about women with short hair?" She asked, and black hair stopped breathing for a moment. What the hell was that about? Is this some kind of provocation?

"What am I supposed to think. They are no less feminine because they do not have long hair, their appearance does not define a person." He replied quite neutral, not realizing that he had just kindled a little ray of hope in his friend's heart. "And why do you ask?"

"Because I care about someone, and all in all, I wanted to know your opinion." Ah yes. His heart leapt into his throat, and his stomach seemed to have a 3D maneuvering device. Someone did she like? But who the hell. After all, the only men with whom she spent time was himself, Erwin, sometimes he encountered Moblit in the company of Hanji and Mike. Who could steal her heart enough to make her care about her hairstyle? Probably Erwin. That fucking perfect general.

Maybe Levi didn't have complexes as such, but he was always a little jealous of Smith. He had a perfect body, he was tall, intelligent, had a high position in the military, and he came from a non-poor family. He was nothing compared to the blonde, he had nothing to offer. And he would like so much to have her with him.

"I'm done." He muttered softly brushing single hairs from the woman's clothes. She got up from the stool and unintentionally combed her dark hair. She looked beautiful, but he wouldn't tell her that.

"Your turn." She said and took the pliers from his hand. This time it was he who sat on the stool. He involuntarily smiled under his breath and closed his eyes at the woman's gentle touch. He was literally like a docile kitten. Why couldn't she be his?

***

He had been avoiding her like plague for about two weeks. He was irritated by the lack of a black-haired woman around him, but he knew that if it was like before, he would take the blow even worse.

A blow that would never come.

Y/n really didn't know what she could do wrong. After all, everything was fine, and then overnight Ackerman began to avoid her. Maybe he just got bored?

At first she explained his ignorance with overwork, in the end everyone in the command had their heads off. But when one day in a row she saw him sitting quietly with Petra, she knew it was not it. By the way, seeing a redhead in his company, something broke in her. What did this teenager have that she did not have? Did their relationship really mean nothing to him? So many questions, so few answers.

And this way almost every evening she landed in Erwin's office with Hanji with a bottle of whiskey or vodka, depending on what Smith had in the bar. Erwin and Hange really couldn't comprehend the change in brunet's behavior, and the sight of a really hurt l/n was so pathetic as to be nasty.

And so the next evening the three gathered in Smith's office where they once again debated about the captain's behavior.

"I do not feel it completely, so change the attitude towards people overnight.

I know that our curly pedantic has its own rules, but without exaggeration." Hanji announced, finishing the rest of the whiskey from her glass.

"Maybe something made him do it?" Smith replied, then grabbed his chin.

"Tch, and this thing is called Petra Ral, really fascinating." Black-haired girl summed up pouring herself and Zoe whiskey.

Their conversations were so loud that they interested Ackerman who was just about to make himself a cup of tea. But when he heard three familiar voices, he stood at the door of Smith's office, listening to what was being said.

"Don't take it for granted." Erwin said and frowned by the high concentration of alcohol in his glass.

"So what could be the reason Levi is ignoring me then? Just like logic Erwin, there are two options, or he has something to me and he distorts what is unfortunately but impossible because he always treated me only as a friend. Or he just shoots with Petra, and that's what I believe more. "Did they talk about him? What romance with Petra? And y/n cared for him the way he wanted it, but he's just an idiot and he broke it? He held his breath for a moment and tried to enter the room, but stopped himself and continued to stand still.

"Like it or not, I have to agree with the above. Although I keep my fingers crossed for the first version." Squeaked at the end of the woman, which caused a loud sigh of disapproval from y/n.

"Shut up Hanji, I don't want to hope again for something that will never happen." She growled angry and hurt. She really cared about him. Not on any Erwin, Moblit or Mike, but on him. On a goddamn Underground thief with a hard character and misophobic aspirations. Damn it, don't let this be a dream.

He walked away from the door and headed for his office. He has even forgotten why he left it at all. He sat down at the desk and stared blankly at the sky until the very morning, trying to put everything in his head. He must try to fix what he broke.

***

Like a day like every other day. There was no expedition, no surprises, just an ordinary day in the recon. Well, maybe almost. Because Ackerman had been nervous and a little stressed since the morning. And it wasn't just because he wanted to talk to y/n seriously, but largely because he couldn't find her anywhere. As to spite that day, she sank underground, his only salvation could be Erwin. Which office was on his way to. The evening and dinner time was approaching, so he wanted to come to him before her, to look for the presence of a woman at the last meal, if necessary.

He entered the office without knocking, Smith merely looked up from the mountain of documents he had probably been studying since this morning, then turned him back to the sheets of paper.

"What you want Levi?" He asked breaking the silence prevailing in the room. He was pretty sure why this one had come to him, but preferred not to reveal all the cards at once.

"Where is y/n"? Erwin sighed and then put down his quill and straightened up in his chair. He was afraid of Levi's reaction, but what could he do if the milk had already spilled?

"She went on a mission. She should be back in two or three days at the most." He replied with a straight face in the middle being a bit irritated by the reaction of the black-haired man.

"What mission? And why the hell didn't I know anything about this." Ackerman asked, very angry with the news once again.

"Maybe because you've been avoiding her for a long time? Maybe because it's a secret mission, I'm not obligated to tell you everything, Levi. I respect you and treat you as a friend, so I will give you some friendly advice. Think about what you really want and don't screw it up. I don't think I need to tell you what I'll do to you if you hurt her, not to mention Hanji." A faint smile affected his lips at the end of his speech.

"It's none of your business anymore. Thank you for the information." He replied coolly and, not worried about the threat of his friend, left his office.

So he was supposed to wait? He hated waiting. Uncertainty burst him from the inside, these few days will probably be a real nightmare for him.

***

It was well past nine o'clock, so most of the Corps' soldiers were resting in their quarters. Only a few officers were still in the courtyard. And Levi was watching them from his office.

Week. She has been gone since fucking week.

And he was consumed not only by uncertainty, but also by fear. Because they didn't know anything, not even Erwin, who entrusted the woman with this mission. Through it all, the captain was irritated and angry from day to night. Everyone wanted to be as far away from him as possible. Even Petra must have found out about his bad mood when some two days after y/n's departure, she felt bad for the fact that she smiled at him instead of focusing on cleaning. The last time he was afraid was when he first left for exeption.

Suddenly, a horse ran into the courtyard, on the back of which was a scout, but he was clearly unconscious, barely clinging to his mount. At first, Ackerman did not move from his place, but when he heard the screams about the return of squad leader l/n and summoning the medics, he sprinted out of the office.

When he was already leaving, he saw only a brunette, which two cadets were carrying on a stretcher to the infirmary. There was blood everywhere, and the worst case scenario flashed through his mind. She might have died.

He knew that they would not let him into the infirmary anyway, and the cadets didn't know anything, the only option was once again Erwin. What a mission it was to make her come back like this.

He hurried to Smith's office and threw open the door. He did not care about the surprised face of Hanji, who was sitting on the blonde's couch, but he walked over to the man and grabbed him tightly by the collar of a white shirt.

"What was that mission? And why did you send her over there alone, don't you care that she's just fighting for her life?" He was screaming at the top of his throat, he didn't care what everyone thought of him right now, he didn't care about the consequences, he only cared that he could lose her before he actually possessed her.

"In Stohess there is a man who leads the gang. It interfered with various shipments and the like. They are also active in the Underground. The task was to diversify into their ranks, apparently she did not quite succeed." He replied with stoic calm which made the black-haired man even more angry.

"Have you been really fucked up? Such a mission is not a job for one person, it is for the rest. Such matters should be handled by the MP's, not us!" He shouted and pushed the blonde back so that he almost fell from his chair.

"Only that they interfered mainly with transports to our corps. Mostly those not entirely legal. You know very well that a large amount of drugs and medical equipment we have is not entirely legal, but it is needed. I wanted to send the two of you on this mission, because both of you know the Underground, but she did not agree to you taking part in this mission. Probably because you were not getting along at that point." The man explained succinctly, and Ackerman said nothing. It was his fault, his goddamn fault. If only he wasn't such an asshole, nothing bad would have happened.

Until now, a silent Hanji came up to the shorter man and put her hand on his shoulder, the latter turned towards her, close to crying. Holy shit what she did with him.

"You'll finish later, for now, go to her." She ordered, and he nodded and without a word headed for the infirmary.

***

"When will she wake up?" He asked one of the medics, who was just finishing treating single wounds on the body of an unconscious woman.

"She should wake up in the morning. But probably not for long, he has to rest a lot now. She lost a lot of blood, it is surprising that she was even going here alive." She replied and got up from the small stool, putting the remnants of bandages and other medicaments on a silver tray. "But take it easy, she will get out of this, squad leader l/n is a damn tough woman, not just character. She will lick it." She added after a moment with a slight smile on her face trying to cheer the man up.

"I know she's strong." He replied quietly, his head bowed and his hands folded.

"So just be patient. I think she survived because she had someone to return to." She laughed softly and just left the room, leaving the slightly confused captain with the unconscious woman.

He slowly walked over to her bed and sat down next to it on the wooden chair. He grabbed her chilled hand and pressed it to his lips, giving it a tender kiss. He had to wait.

And so the hours went by, and Levi spent them thinking about his feelings for the woman and simply gazing at her adoringly.

She was so beautiful, he loved everything about her. From a smile that could not be seen too often, ending with short hair. He was lazily combing them almost all the time, not being surprised how pleasant they are. He did not even notice that it was starting to dawn, and the soldiers of the corps were slowly waking up to start another day of service. He also did not notice that Erwin accompanied by Hanji arrived in the room in the meantime, but when they saw the man sitting next to the y/n, they only smiled at each other and left, leaving them alone, of course they gave each other high five for fruitful cooperation.

"Wake up now, because these feelings will blow me up soon." The words were coming out of his mouth involuntarily. His eyes were closed, he tried to focus, to be patient. "I overheard your, Hanji and Erwin conversation about me. I really was an idiot. I shouldn't be away from you, that's why you're here at all. If I hadn't, you wouldn't be lying here, I wouldn't have allowed it. I have plans to blame Erwin for letting you go on this mission alone. But you don't know how much I was bursting from the inside by the thought that you care about someone, and that someone is not me. I was so fucking jealous. Ugh, feelings are a pain in the ass. You don't even know what you're doing with me. I just love you, and I love everything about you." There was a silence in the room, and the man breathed a sigh of relief, finally blurted out into the crowd of thoughts.

"Even my short hair?" Silence, a hoarse voice broke the silence in the room. The man immediately opened his eyes and straightened in his chair, a smile spread across his face at the sight of the woman's open eyes.

"Even short hair." He replied and once again ran his hand through it, and placed the other on her cheek.

"I heard everything, you idiot. Love you too." She said and smiled broadly as he reciprocated.

"I love you too." He replied and pressed their lips together in a kiss.

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drawlfoy · 3 years

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So I usually dislike intense bitterness or anything that seems bland. I like matcha (which idk if that counts lol) and I’ve tried chamomile but I also don’t usually really enjoy that. I prefer more sweet/floral-y flavors

oooh i love matcha and that's good to know!!! i also have a burning hatred for chamomile lol. if you dislike intense bitterness/bland teas, i would recommend just being really careful with the types of brands that you buy tea from. this is especially true for floral teas, because it's surprisingly easy to mess up jasmine greens/rose/hibiscus and make it bitter. my favorite brands are murchies and steven smith, but if you want a more affordable version i love pg tips (if you're looking for black tea) and twinings. also, make sure you're not brewing your tea for too long. do notttt be the type of person who drinks your tea with the teabag left in. no judgement if anyone reading does that but i only recc that if you like bitter teas!

ok, specific recommendations (and sorry for how long this is, i'm trying to avoid doing my final paper) (also if you don't want to order fancy teas online the decaf option has a lot more things that you'd just see on store shelves):

caffeinated options

—if you're gonna go to starbucks, get an iced chai. not a hot one bc every hot chai ive gotten from them has tasted like dishwater. the iced chai is always.v good i feel like they put honey in it or something but i literally know they dont dfjksa;lf

—if you go to a boba shop, order a thai milk tea! i feel like u might like that one. it's the most vanilla esque of the black tea family. its giving marshmallow vibes im ngl.

—earl grey from steven smith. (DO NOT buy off of amazon, no guarantee they'll send u the real thing lmfaooo) im gonna b honest bestie i think this one might be the best for you if you like something floral and want a pick-me up caffeine wise. if you don't want this to be too bitter, mix with a splash of milk of your choice, vanilla, and sugar. ideally if possible use vanilla syrup, but it's fine if you can't. diy london fogs literally saved me this semester. earl grey has notes of bergamot and it gives the floral/citrus vibes while still having the fullness of a black tea.

—vanilla chai from bigelow. this was all i drank in my first semester of uni. it really warms you up and i think the vanilla is a nice way to add

—baker street from murchies. sooooo use your best judgement on this one because it may not be your cup of tea (ik thats not funny im sorry) as it is p smoky. if you're curious about lapsang souchong but are too afraid to commit to something that extreme (it is a very polarizing flavor...some people refer to it as gunpowder flavored but i promise it is just smoky and cozy like ur sitting outside by the fire), then do this tea. baker street is inspired by sherlock holmes and is a little more floral and sweet than lapsang. it's my all time favorite tea ever

—canada breakfast from murchies. this is english breakfast if u like sweet and you cry over how strong irish breakfast is. this is maple syrup sweet. my mom has a giant sweet tooth and loves this. if its too strong add a splash of oat milk in there and a spoonful of brown sugar!

—jasmine green tea from steven smith. DO NOT overbrew this one. it will make u sob. this is a very delicate, soft floral that also has some caffeine and umami moments w the green tea. so so good if you're a matcha fan. chefs kiss.

—library blend from murchies. this is a little floral and blends well as it's a combo between green and black teas. it's rlly lovely :)

decaf options

—iced lemon loaf tea from tazo. i've yet to meet a single person who doesn't like this. it's sweet while still having a little bit of that lemony citrus. v good to drink while doing hw.

—bengal spice from celestial seasonings. it's hella important that you don't brew this for too long as it is very spicy and has a lot of cinnamon notes, but it's super cozy and a little sweet. do be warned that this has a tiny bit of a licorice aftertaste, though.

—country peach passion from celestial seasonings. so lovely, nice n sweet, if you like iced teas this is great iced as well. don't be scared off by the chamomile taste note. im not a chamomile fan and i enjoy this tea

—honey lavender tea from yogi. OH MY GOD every time i drink this i feel like im ascending. literally crave this rn. oml. so so good. it's great to fall asleep w.

—sugar cookie sleigh ride from celestial seasonings. it's one of my guilty pleasures lol it's sweet and i could honestly drink buckets of this

—vanilla sleepytime tea from celestial seasonings. i apologize for the heavy emphasis on celestial seasonings LMAO im not rlly an herbal tea kinda gal so most of the decaf options i've had are all from my childhood. anyways the vanilla definitely scales back on the chamomile and another plus side is that it will absolutely knock u the fuck out

—lemongrass tea from steven smith. a little on the pricier side, but mix this with some honey and literally see whatever deity you believe in (if you believe in any). also i acknowledge this has some chamomile notes but god this is so refreshing and amazing

ummmm ok so apologies if this isn't exactly what you're looking for (ik this is a lot and may not be for someone who doesn't want to buy expensiveish teas) but those are my top recommendations! also if any of them are too bitter i recommend adding either agave/honey to floral and herbal teas, and brown sugar and a little milk of your choice to any of the malty black teas. happy tea drinking adventures! lmk if you try one and like it but no pressure!

#dee overshares #...can you tell im procrastinating #ty for letting me use this as an excuse to not finish writing my african pol paper lmao

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love4shinsou · 5 years

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GASP! THREE ASKS IN ONE DAY! WHADDYA KNOW XD I'm just riled up for more headcannons of yours :D they're wonderful. But for now is fluff— How do the BNHA boys (Shoto, Bakugo, Izuku, Amajiki, Kirishima, and Dabi) handle an S/O that when jealous, gives them more attention and love than usual. Like a girl interacting with them and when they're gone they're all over them XD (You're choice if you want them to sneer, I prefer not to ^^')

Shoto

You two were just having a nice walk on a warm Saturday evening when this random girl came up to Shoto. She was quite racket too. .she was wearing crop top that was more like a bra and short shorts that could easily be mistaken for underwear. Shoto liked girls that knew how far to go with these things, and knew how much to cover up, but still flaunted what they had. This was definitely not a girl he would take the slightest interest in, but you though otherwise.

"Hey, Todoroki. I saw you in the sports festival and on T.V lately and I'm a fan~ Could you sign my chest??" She asked in a fliety tone while posting to her barely covered chest. Shoto was trying hard not to cringe. You grabbed his arm and held it tight, and pulled him down a little to kiss him on the lips, and on his cheek. He smiled and kissed your forehead.

The girl seemed shocked and even a little mad. She huffed nd walked away, thankfully. "Well, she was an. .experience." Shoto said to you. "Yeah. .i hope an experience we don't have to deal with anymore." You sighed. He chucked a bit and grabbed your hand, kissing it and continuing the nice walk.

Bakugo

He finally took you on a nice date on a Friday night. It took a lot of encouraging from Kirishima, but he took you to a nice, fancy restaurant.

You guys were having a good time, eting fancy food and Bakugo even being a little soft. (We all know he's secretly a soft boi, i mean. .come on)

When he was paying the check to be a nice boyfriend this girl in a ling red dress came up to him with a seductive smile. "Hey, your pretty hot. I've seen you around fighting villans and you look really cool. We should get out of here and find something a little more fun, eh??" She asked in a confident tone, like she was all that and shit.

Your smile wuickly feel and you latched onto him and started kissing his cheek and his hands. He was completely puzzled. He even had his "wait, what-" look on his face. The girl definitely didn't like this, but took the hint that you weren't going to let go, so she walked away and back to her group of friends were she told them all about you being annoying and not letting Bakugo go with her. Like he was going to do that anyways. 🙄

He was actually blushing. Being able to feel your lips on his skin and get so much affection out of nowhere.

When you two were leaving you passed the group of friends that included the girl. He stopped and tapped her on the shoulder. She turned around and smirked, thinking that he was about to take her somewhere to get fucked, but it was the complete opposite. "Hey, if you call my baby annoying again I'll make sure you get put in your fucking place you bitch." He growled before pulling you away.

You laid your head on his shoulder the whole drive back to the dorms and you both cuddled till you feel asleep while watching Netflix because Bakugo was being hella soft. UwU

Izuku

Uraraka was already very persistent with trying to get with Izuku, but now that you two were dating she was even more persistent. You weren't going to be the only one jealous.

You and Izuku were just chilling in the common room when Uraraka came busting in and sat next to Izuku. Which was fine with you two because you both had friends and you two weren't in the middle of anything, so you both started to talk amongst one another.

It was all chill until Uraraka started flirting with Izuku. And I mean flirting. She was calling him cute, and telling him how great he is at everything. Since Izuku got flustered by almost anything he blushed and thanked Uraraka. Now you were kinda triggered. You got up, and just Izuku thought ou were going to leave you sat down right in his lap. You straddled him and put his face to your chest. He blushed and looked up at you with a red face, but he was totally loving this.

Uraraka was completely shocked by this. Her mouth was wide and she was blushing herself. You didn't tell her to leave because you didn't think that she needed to, but you just wanted her to kbow that Izuku was yours and wasn't on sale. 👏👏🍵

He just kind of stayed there and was actually falling asleep. "Your comfy. .c-can I do this more often. ." He stuttered, his cheek pressed against your chest. You smiled at rubbed his head. "Mhm!!" You looked over at Uraraka and smiled sweetly. Yup, she wouldn't be trying anything any time soon.

Amajiki

You two were put on a date for boba tea!! The best thing to even exist. You two sat outside on a rainy day, under an umbrella the restaurant provided for outdoor seat of course and watched the rain fall, vibing and feeling aesthetic as hell.

You leaned in for a kiss, which made Tamaki blush, but he leaned in as well cuz your his girlfriend and he loves you when you were so rudly interrupted by the waitress who took your orders. "Hey, so you're super cute, so I was thinking we could go out sometime." The waitress with brown hair said, putting her hand on Tamaki's. This made him squeek and start studdering out what a response he couldn't quite get out. You looked at him and put your cup down. You cupped his squishy face with your hands and kissed his nose. He blushed furiously. "Y-y/n, w-what was that f-for. .!!" He stuttered out.

You giggled and hugged him, resting your head on his chest. He couldn't help but practically melt and rub your head. He looked back up at the waitress with a 'what do you think the answer is??' Kind of look, which took a lot of confidence on his part to do.

The waitress scoffed and walked away.

When you two were leaving she walked up to you both with two extra freshly made boba teas. "Here, one of my coworkers snitched on me about before, so my boss made me make you more boba. Here." She said, shoving the bobas towards you and Tamaki. You both gladly took themand thanked her, more like thanked her coworker and boos than her.

You two held hands all the way back to U.A because Tamaku felt so bad about the whole ordeal. You two drank some more boba tea and were just being the cutest couple at U.A you guys were.

Kirishima

You and Kirishima were granted permission to go to a gym outside of campus since the one they had at U.A was completely full, and you needed to get training in. Well, it's wants that full, it was mostly taken up by Bakugo's entitlement-

You held hands and kissed eachothers cheeks and were all giggly on the walk to the gyn, which wasn't that far from U.A actually, even though the school was literally on a big ass hill.

You trained first, Kirishima spotting you and helping you out of course. After a while of you training, you helped Kiri out with his. He trained a bit with you, fighting a bit, but not too much since it wasn't the U.A gym and then he started lifting waits and such.

You were currently spotting him on a bench press when you noticed another girl eyeing him as he lifted the waits. You ignored it and made sure he was still going strong, which of course he was. Hey, he's the manliest of men.

After he was done and he was thanking you with a kiss for spotting him the girl came up to him and tapped him on the shoulder. He turned around and being the nice guy he is he smiled and said hello. "Hello, can I help you with something, ma'am??" He asked sweetly, not expecting her to do what she was about to. "Sure can. I'm pretty hungry and you must be too, so I was thinking that you can take me out and let me have a bite of you. Seeing you work out over there has got me starving." The lady said, running her finger over Kirishima's bicep. He was totally shocked at this and had no idea how to respond. Nobody had said something like. .like that to him before.

At that moment you got in front of him and made grabby hands. He smiled and understood what you wanted, so he picked you up, resting your head on his shoulder. You gave him soft kisses on his shoulder and neck, making him sigh in content.

The girl grunted and walked back to whatever she was doing previously. You and Kirishima were quite done with this girls shit, you you just decided to leave, Kirishima holding you all the way back.

Dabi

The league of Villans were having a meeting with two other villans to see if they were 'good enough' to join the league.

You were sitting in Dabi's lap, not being you were jealous just because that's where he liked you. Shigaraki was currently trying to intimidate the villans, which he was actually doing pretty well.

At the end of the meeeting, the girl villan with long pink hair came up to Dabi with a blushy face. "Hello, you're scars are super cool, and you seem super cool as well. Maybe you would want to go out sometime??" She said in a soft tone, looking away from him.

He was about to say something when you got down on the floor and latched onto his leg, looking up at him and whining. He lost all interest in telling the girl of and squatting down, pulling you in his arms and holding you. He stode back up with you in his arms. "Yeah, so that's a no. And you also won't be going the league. You suck." He stated like it was nothing like he usually did.

Now, he would have gone to his room and fuck ya, but today he sat down on the couch and cuddle with you. Cone on, we all know that he's super clingy.

I think the Izuku one is my favorite- XD~Alex

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ezpezlemonsquez · 4 years

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Okay, so I've heard about that theory in which princess Yue was to be the Avatar but since Aang hadn't died but just had frozen himself, the cycle was somehow broken and that's why Yue was born so weak and had to be saved by the Moon Spirit. This actually gave me a fanfiction idea, so

in this concept Yue is Sokka and Suki's child, as Lu Ten is Mai and Zuko's. They spend a bit of their vacation at their houses in the Upper Ring of Ba Sing Se. Everything is peaceful. Everything is fine.

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Lu Ten was screaming. He didn't have any control over his body, needless to say, his mind. He just wanted it to be over. Suddenly, he felt a gentle tug on his shoulder and he shuddered. Then he felt the second tug, a little bit more intense than the previous one.

"Lu" said someone with a really soft voice. "Lu, wake up."

So Lu Ten screamed for the last time and this time he immediately woke up and sat up on his bed. He was panting heavily, the sweat dripping off his body. At first he couldn't see anything. Only after a few breaths was his vision slowly getting better.

"Everything's alright, Lu." The same voice rang out again, finally letting Lu Ten fully get back to reality. It was kind of like his anchor and though he had sometimes heard it in his dreams, it had never been so clear before. Lu Ten blinked and he realised why this time it was different.

"Yue" he whispered and lied down again, utterly exhausted, as he saw his beautiful friend right in front of him. Her dark brown hair tickled his face when she leaned towards him to make sure he's awake. For real now. Lu Ten took one last deep breath and got up from the bed. He walked to the table and drank some water he'd prepared himself in a cup. The rest of it he spilled on his head. Yue came up to him and gently touched his shoulder.

"Everything alright?" she asked caringly. He nodded.

"Yeah" he answered, not being completely sure if he reassured her, or himself. "Yeah, everything's fine, it was just, uhm..."

Yue raised her eyebrow.

"A nightmare?"

"No, no, I don't have nightmares, no." He forced a laugh.

"Right" snorted Yue. "You know, you may be one really powerful firebender but that doesn't make you any truthbender."

"You say so?"

"I literally heard you screaming, Lu Ten. I woke you up."

The boy shrugged his shoulders.

"Maybe you needed something?" he suggested and he suddenly realised something. "Wait a second, why were you even here?"

Yue seemed a bit confused for a moment.

"Uhm, I heard your scream" she answered finally, trying to be convincing. "I walked in to make sure you're not in any trouble. As always."

"Very funny, Yu. You were saying something about being a truthbender...?" he said, as if he was wondering.

"Excuse me, I'm the daughter of Sokka and Suki, I was basically born with the power of truthbending. Gotta have a talent, you know?" she said jokingly, throwing her hair behind her back.

"Yeah, of course. Come on, Yue, what were you doing outside this late?" He nudged her teasingly. "Perhaps a date or something? You know, holiday fling?" He insinuated, while feeling a bit of jealousy that she actually might have confirmed.

"I wish." She winced. "I... I was, uhm, kind of having nightmares myself" she admitted finally. "I woke up and I decided to take a walk. Moon soothes me."

Lu Ten's face changed immediately.

"Yue, I'm sorry." He shook his head. "I didn't mean to..."

"It's fine, really. Now come, you want to take a walk with me?" She held out the hand to him. He smiled.

"Sure. Let me just put on some shirt."

She nodded. After a while, they were walking by calm, peaceful streets of the Upper Ring of Ba Sing Se. Neither of them was saying anything, they just walked silently, hand in hand, being happy of each other's presence. They stopped at the fountain. It was a clear, warm night, so they took off their shoes and sat down, letting their feet dip into water. They were sitting silently until Lu Ten spoke up.

"It's a beautiful moon."

Yue smiled.

"Yeah, it really is. You know, my dad used to tell me the history of a girl from the Northern Water Tribe. She was a princess, actually. She was beautiful, and kind, and very brave, because when the time came, she was ready to sacrifice her life to become the Moon Spirit. I was named Yue after her."

"Did your parents know her?"

"My dad, yeah. They seemed to have been pretty close, you should've heard how he talked about her."

"Yeah, listen, from what I've been told, you should've seen my granduncle's face when my parents told him I was gonna be named after his son. Apparently, he cried so much. My father told not once that it was the least he could do for him for... well, everything."

"General Iroh was more like a father to your dad than Ozai, wasn't he?"

"He was." Lu Ten nodded. "He still is."

Yue looked up at the moon, thinking.

"You want to tell me about this nightmare that's bothering you?" asked Lu Ten softly. Yue sighed.

"This dream it... It comes back to me every full moon. But please, don't laugh, okay?" She looked at him pleadingly, with a weak smile.

"I won't, I promise."

"Okay, so, in this dream... I am about to become the Avatar. I can feel it's a great power, so I'm preparing myself to take it in. I'm waiting and waiting and it exhausts me but I reassure myself that once I take in the Avatar's powers, all my strengths will come back to me three times as great. And suddenly, something happens. Light blinds me, but no new strengths came. Instead, I'm just getting weaker and weaker. I don't know what's happening, but I can barely breathe. It's like, the circle has been broken and I don't know what to do. I try to scream but I can't even open my mouth. It's... it's horrifying." Tears appeared in Yue's eyes. She lowered her voice to whisper and she just looked at her hands. "I'm dying" she said barely audibly. Lu Ten didn't say anything. He took her hand and gently stroked it. He wanted to remind her she didn't have to be scared, because he was there. He wouldn't let anything bad happen to her.

"Anyway" she said after a while, when she managed to collect herself. "That's when I wake up." She looked at him with a sour smile. "Every time. No sooner, no later. I don't know what it means, so."

"Have you told about it anyone?" he asked, moving closer to her. She laughed quietly.

"No, absolutely not. And I forbid you to."

"Okay, no worries, just... I want to help you."

"I know, but please, don't tell anyone. I'll manage. So, you wanna share your dream now?" she asked immediately, trying to escape from the uncomfortable subject. Lu Ten let go of Yue's hand and smiled sourly.

"My dream is strictly connected with this city" he started. "I'm in Ba Sing Se but this isn't, you know, our Ba Sing Se. I'm in the Fire Nation's Army uniform. I have my own unit under command. It isn't big but I feel like it's great anyway. I know I trust these people. And suddenly, we begin to fight. At first, we win. We're going further and further into the town and I feel I'm on a tear, so I don't stop. Somebody's shouting my name but I ignore it. I run and I fight. I shout I don't need any more people, I'm calling off the reinforcements. Everything's great. But then I'm trapped. Earthbenders, more than I can possibly take, surround me. It's just me, my whole unit has suddenly disappeared. I try to fight them but I can't hold off them all. Nevertheless, I don't call for help. I just... try to take down these people. They're an obstacle. Someone shoots me, so I scream. I feel warmth of my blood. My vision blurs. I give more shots, and I get the same amount at me. Finally, I collapse. In my head there's just granduncle's song. It bores into my mind, I can't think of anything else, I can't hear anything but this song. It's more powerful than any thought, any sound I try to focus on. It hurts more than my wounds. So I scream. And I scream again and again, until I can't scream anymore." He looked at Yue seriously. "I'm dying, too" he whispered. Yue didn't say anything. She just moved closer and hugged him. He hugged her even tighter. The tears started to fall down their cheeks. They were both crying, because that felt like the only right thing to do.

"Don't tell anyone" whispered Lu Ten after a while.

"I won't" promised Yue.

They sat there, hugging each other, for a long time. They barely moved. Then Lu Ten cleared his throat and slightly moved away.

"We should go back home."

Yue nodded, sniffling.

"Yeah. Yeah, we should."

"I bet granduncle Iroh could make us some soothing tea, if you'd like."

"I would love to, but tomorrow, okay? We'll go to The Jasmine Dragon."

"Okay. Come on, I'll walk you." He held out his hand. Yue took it without hesitation.

"Thanks" she said quietly, smiling weakly. They didn't talk on their way back home. They really didn't feel like it. When they arrived at Yue's home, she hesitated.

"What is it?" asked Lu Ten.

"Actually... uhm..." She looked at him awkwardly, then she shook her head. "You know what, never mind."

"No, tell me, what's wrong?"

"I was gonna ask you, since I won't be getting much sleep tonight, if you wanted to keep me company" she admitted, smiling. "But then I figured you'd probably want to catch even a few hours of sleep."

"Actually, no, not at all. And I'd rather sit silently with you than alone, so." He smiled. "I would love to keep you company."

She looked at him gratefully and open the door. They sat on the carpet, near each other, trying not to fall asleep. But after a while they didn't even realise they did. They were sitting, leaning back against the wall, Yue's head resting on Lu Ten's shoulder and his head resting on hers. And when they were together, no more nightmares bothered either of them that night.

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suffering-and-happy-about-it · 6 years

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Little Sadie, part IV - The Mondo Bongo, prison and a man (Sam Drake x reader)

Description: The only man who left you broken and destroyed, the one who was your whole life fifteen years ago and the one who was constantly on your mind lately, is back. Samuel Drake has risen from the dead and you bet your ass that the night wasn’t the last time you saw him.

A/N: Ok, so we should be in the last part - I guess. Thank @missdictatorme for being such a supportive sweetie and @samdrakeftw for being an amazing part of this fandom.

Mood for this chapter: Well after a long reconsideration, it will be the song I named this chapter after - Joe Strummer’s Mondo Bongo. But to be honest, I ended up a playlist on Spotify named Sexy as folk and Winter Acoustics.

Part one Part two Part three

Word count: 5 975

Warnings: Well go ahead and just see for yourself??? I guess? Jesus, I'm still terrible at this. Just kidding. Smut ahead! Yeah, finally.

And you hung up the phone, looking through the window to the distance and didn't believe to what have you done. You just seriously told your ex, someone, who completely forgave about you for fifteen years to come over? Did you just start to apologizing him in your eyes like he was some sick kind of a saint, or what was going on in your head?

Were you going crazy? Most probably you were. But Samuel was on his way to your apartment and since he knew where you lived, you had to be quick.

There wasn't a place for your old football t-shirt or a messy hair bun, which was kind of cute but messier than the thoughts inside your head. You just dressed up into a tight yoga top, leggings and a crop top which was like three sizes bigger than you. You still looked tired, you had black and deep circles under your eyes, your skin was unnaturally pale and you definitely lost some weight in last ten days because of being in work almost all the time.

Then you started to chaotically run and tried to clean up your whole flat. Just before you washed the last glass that you found next to your bed, a loud bell noise traveled through your apartment.

You gave yourself a moment to get mentally ready, yet you didn’t even breathe properly and opened up the door for him. And you stood there, just looking at each other.

He was smiling, slicking his heavy sweated hair the back of his head. To be exact, the sweat covered him up completely and yet he didn't look like a disgusting psycho and let's be real, it wasn't his bad that there was like a million degrees outside. It made him look like an even bigger man than he was before if it could. And thanks to that, you could see everything through that light t-shirt because it showed literally every muscle, that's how sweaty he was. Every single one you could name and imagine? Yup, you could see it.

When you've seen him before and you didn't hold your emotions back then, it wasn't as bad as you imagined it for now; just standing right in front him and looking him in the eyes. You could even feel yourself smiling at him. You wanted to punch yourself because you were acting like a little girl.

He was just a man, yet a very attractive man who reminded you of your old Sam, and you were just a woman. There was nothing to be nervous about.

“I'm glad you invited me to come over,” Samuel said, when you stepped outside from the doorframe, suggesting him to come over.

“Something to drink? Water, lemonade or tea? Whatever you want, Sam,” you left him wandering through your flat, looking at every single detail with a facial expression of a five-year-old boy.

“Some alcohol would do the trick, thank you.”

“Come on. It’s not rational to drink when it’s like a million degrees outside.” You answered loudly enough for him to hear it through the whole flat, boiling water and his playlist playing.

“You're acting like my mother.” Samuel laughed and appeared right next to you. You freaked out a little, putting a wrist over your thorax to make it easier for you to breathe.

“Somebody of our trio has to be the clever one,” you laughed quietly. “It's not my fault that I’m the smartest, motorcycle boy.” You looked at him with raised eyebrows, but your eyes were starting to shine playfully.

"This is the girl I missed," Samuel whispered and started to open cupboards in order to find glasses. You laughed quietly and step in front of him, getting on the top of your feet, opening the right one.

"We have a lot of things that we have to talk about." You reminded him in the tone of a businessman who came in for an appointment. He chuckled quietly and get two mugs and glasses down on your sector.

"A bossy tone means you are deadly serious," Samuel said from searching the cupboards for a tea.

"Hey, I would rather pour down you a drink than listen to this bickering." You opened your fridge and get him and an old bottle of rum and a bottle of Cola.

"Don't be mad," Samuel walked in front of you with slow, precise steps, swaying his sides in the rhythm of one of the songs. He took both bottles and he smoothed the top of your nose. "I don't really mind when you're bossy. Quite enjoying it actually, if I have to be honest." He joked and you gave him his well-deserved punch to the shoulder.

"Stop playing around and let's talk." You went to sit on a chair with a cup of coffee and a glass of cold water. He was almost immediately after you with a glass of rum with cola in his hand.

"Would you mind..?" Samuel sat down the table next to you and took out cigarettes from the pocket of his trousers. You stood up and went on to give him an ashtray. Then you opened a window and hot, unbreathable air just hugged you tightly. You were sweating immediately.

"Go on. I don't mind." You smiled at him a lowered the sound a bit because you wanted to hear every word, every syllable he's going to make.

"So start talking, Samuel. I'm curious and listening." You took a sip of your coffee and looked at him from under your lashes.

"Well, I’m going to talk then you should ask me some questions you want to know the answers for. I promise, that every answer will be the truth." Samuel licked lips in a quick, soft gesture almost as if it was a subconscious action and then he lighted up his cigarette.

It smelled exactly the way you remembered. It was a smell that you couldn't ignore, so poignant and disgusting on one side and seriously attractive on the other side. His gestures were still the same, he left his leg nervously jumping around, so his whole body was moving in a quick rhythm, he still could curl up his wrist in a hugely elegant way and he was still closing his eyes and enjoyed the cigarette like it's going to be his last.

He wasn't that sweaty now and maybe that made his hazel so eyes intensely not overlooking. He was looking like a fine man in his best years, reminding you of younger Harrison Ford, George Clooney or Patrick Swayze - not by his looks, but by the vibe he was sending all around him.

"So a basic one. Where the hell have you been? Why did you left me here all alone, brokenhearted and crying every single night waiting for you to come home?" You asked with a hint of sadness in your voice, feeling how it cracked with every letter you spoke.

And he started to tell you the story of meeting Raphael Adler, whom he called Rafe, and venturing out to Panama with him and Nathan. He told you about the prison guard named Vargas and the deal between all of them, with Sam being the one who knows everything about that thing they were after, Nathan was the muscle of the whole plan and that Rafe has paid everything. And when they were about to leave the prison, Rafe got a huge rage quit during the whole escape and killed that Vargas guy.

And when Samuel didn't manage to escape along with his brother and his ally, he got stuck in that prison for long thirteen years. He couldn't write to you nor his brother, it just felt like disappearing from the surface of the world.

And he was rotting there for a quite some time until Raphael found out that he's actually alive and managed to get Samuel out of the prison. Then it got pretty interesting and intense because he started to describe his little trip with Sully and Nate to Italy, Scotland and Madagascar which almost cost his, Nate's, Elena's and Sully's lives.

You were really mesmerized. It sounded like a plot of a movie, but as you were assured, he was speaking the truth.

"Look, Y/N." He stood up and started to take off his shirt, stopping near his ribs. "These are the wounds from Panama." He smiled at you and sat down, drinking his second drink.

"So I wanted to come home for Nathan, for Victor and mostly for you. I really wanted to pick up my phone and call you about what happened. But it was like a hellhole out there and word civilization was more like a curse word. I was dying there alive until Adler found me, and after we finished that thing in Madagascar, I rushed back here. And I couldn't find you for two months. Clearly, you changed the address and phone number, so I asked Nathan. And that's how the thing ten days ago happened." He laughed sadly, lighten up another cigarette and drank almost half of his glass in one try. "I now know that I should call you first, just say that I'm alive and here and give you the time to arrange the thing inside your head, but I was too eager to see you." Samuel smiled and it was like a hormonal slap right into your face. He still had his firm, small lips and oh boy, you started to remember how those lips tasted like. He definitely looked older and more tired than before, he had a much longer forehead and deeper wrinkles, but that were the details that helped him aged like surely fine wine.

But besides that, he was still smiling like that young, eighteen-year-old boy. His eyes were still a little bit closed because of those lips curling up. He was also a lot bigger than you remembered; not that he got taller, but definitely he got more muscular in the meantime he was in prison. And then, of course, there was his new tattoo. You always knew that Samuel was a rebel at all costs, but you couldn't personally decide if you like that change or not.

"Moving on," you sat back, trying to get the picture of his half-naked body out of your head. "Who you even are now?"

"I'm still the Sam that you used to know. That incompetent idiot without sense for discretion. The motorcycle boy. I haven't matured much since the day you saw me for the last time, darling. Just got a bit tougher and not so open about myself. That's all." Samuel smiled at you and you couldn't keep your eyes on your mug.

He told you so many things about his past and yet it everything added up to the last detail. Somehow you felt that he's not messing with you, maybe it was the calm and slow tone of his voice, maybe it was that expression in his eyes, you didn't know the reason why you felt so calm and cheered up by him being him so close next to you. You missed him a lot since he left you carried a deep black hole in your thorax near your heart. And no one could heal the tear in you, even though many men tried. No one was like him and no one knew the thing he knew.

And now you felt how that tear disappearing just like that. It was almost like coming home, feeling complete and alive.

“I’m glad you’re back. I really am.” You whispered and for a moment, you both shut up, listening to the playing song. After a minute or two, he jumped out of the chair, stood up and looked at you.

“Its a really stupid idea, but haven't you kept my old guitar, just in case I'm coming back?” He looked at you and finally looked like a human being and not a chicken which is being grilled.

“You are so extremely lucky, Sam. It’s still here.” You got up and went into your bedroom. His old acoustic guitar was hidden next to your cabinet. You kept the guitar in its old leather case which Sam bought one day on a flea market and since that day, his guitar wasn't anywhere else.

You also took it to your friend, a musician, who had changed the strums, because you wanted to give the guitar to one of your friend's child. But thanks God you didn't do that.

“Here it is,” you gave it to him. It was the only thing you kept from his belongings. You gave the rest to Nathan, to a nearby charity or simply threw out of your flat. But the guitar was something different. You fell in love with her, because it was a part of Samuel. The first year when he was gone, you just sat on the of the rooftop where Sam used to took you on hot summer nights, smoothing the strums with your fingers because you couldn't play a single chord. But you sat there with your eyes closed and with a weak smile you whispered the lyrics of songs he used to sang on that rooftop. You still hoped he’ll come back to you. But he didn't.

Not much longer after that, you have just hidden the guitar in your flat like a reminder of him.

“You can still play?” You asked concerned, sitting back on the chair. You watched Samuel’s smile widened much more when opened the clinches and took his loved guitar out of the case. He hugged the body of his instrument by his big hands and witch the grace of queens, his left arm started to play chords. He wasn't even looking at his hands, he had his eyes closed and he was really quietly humming to the song.

You didn't know that one, you just saw moving his finger from the seventh to tenth fret, sometimes he wandered to the fifth one. You put your face in your hands, watching him quietly with a firm smile. The music from his playlist was muted and the only sound traveling by the stuffy air were the high notes played by the strums.

“Yeah, almost forgot it back in there,” Samuel said all of the sudden, waking you up from the trance. “But the guys out there were huge music lovers. They taught me again to play and they even taught me new serenades and songs to play. I had thirteen years to memorize every last one of them and my only wish was to play them for you.” He smiled firmly and you felt, how are your cheeks getting hotter.

“Don't take this personally, Sam,” you breathed out. “I'm really glad that you’re back and somewhere near, I really am. But it's not the best idea to mix my life with yours and the other way around. But I would love to be your friend.” You smiled him, watching his eyes twitched and looking at his lips smiling even more firmly.

“I get it. I would never do anything you're not feeling like.” He smiled and then he started singing. It was slow, full of emotions and passions, as you could say. Suddenly, you recognize that music from one of the older spy movies.

“I know that song!” You pointed at him and smiled. You know that tune, but not the words, so you started humming as he did before. His fingers moved along the frets slowly, pushing the strums to them when he should. There wasn't no hurried moves or a bad fingering, not once.

“Where do you know it from?” He looked at you meanwhile he played the break without looking back to the guitar.

“It’s one old spy movie, Angelina Jolie played in this movie before Tomb Raider.” You stated, not even thinking that he wouldn't know her. She was a worldwide famous actress.

“Before who played where?” He asked amused. That hit you hard. He really had to be without connection to civilization for a fair amount of time. Just there you noticed, that he’s prolonging the break because he didn't feel like singing or moving the song forward.

“Yeah, guess you're not only motorcycle boy or an idiot without the sense for discretion,” you stood up and poured yourself another glass of water. It was almost one p.m. Why did the time flew so fast with him? “You're a cultural primitive now.” You laughed and Samuel opened his mouth, then smiling and leaving your comment without a word.

“But we can manage that. I’ll help you with the last technical achievements and after that, you will be like a normal human being living in the 21st century. Even Sully knows Angelina Jolie!” You smiled at him and he finally broke the long break and started to sing another part of the song.

“What will be your repayment?” Samuel put the guitar away, curled his body until he was sitting directly facing you and smiled when he saw your opened mouth. The two of you could play this game.

“Well, it'll be some physical work for sure,” you heeled over to him with a smile on your lips. His smile started to fade slowly and his breathing was louder at that moment. “You’ll be like really sweaty after that.” Your fingers put some of your hair behind your ear and your eyes widened.

“I'm listening, my love.” He stated with the breath stuck in his throat.

“I need to help with some pretty heavy boxes to the top of my cabinet. You up to that?” You whispered. Well, Samuel was expecting something different coming out of your sweet lips, but this really amused him. He laughed loudly and you joined him in that, being all red and unintentionally cute.

“And that's all, you one bossy lady?” He got up, waiting for you to show him where to start. You got up next to him and led him to your bedroom.

“Yeah, I guess I don't really need anything else right now,” you smiled at him and showed him the mountain of boxes you had next to your bed. His eyes widened.

“You like killed somebody, or where did you get like... Twenty boxes of something?” Samuel asked in a quiet but playful voice. His face was acting like he was shocked and scared.

“It’s clothes for a charity, which is like seven months away. And I haven't got the time to move them into the cabinet. Are you up or not?” You raised your eyebrows, putting your palms on your sides.

“Well, I guess I don't want to be a cultural primitive anymore.” Samuel breathed out loud a caressed his own face with his palm. “Do I have another option?” He asked himself and went to lift the first one of the boxes.

It was a really fun afternoon, slowly turning into the evening. You spent like four hour moving the boxes to the cabinet, and you had to figure out how to Tetris them in, because there was a serious load of them. Sam got his breaks during that, smoking in front of the cabinet and watching it like it should move any time soon. Well, he was expecting it to break up, but that huge cabinet just kept standing.

He was telling you a lot of jokes, some of his hilarious prison stories and you found your satisfaction in watching him standing in front the opened cabinet, sweated at places where he should be and messing his hair with fingers. He looked like an antique statue with these ridiculously perceptible muscles.

If prison left him something, it had to be the ability to take care of himself and a body of a god. And at one moment, when you laid on your bed and watched how he smokes when the sun was slowly getting low, you found yourself wondering how that body feels like under the touch of your fingers.

You left those fantasies in a moment he turned to face you with a wide smile on his lip.

“Well, boss, I think it's done. It was tough work, but your boxes are in your cabinet, as you asked.” He sat next to you and you smiled, lazily laid down on your bed.

“Good job, my slave.” You joked and Samuel laughed.

“I guess it’s time to be on my way. I will call you and we will discuss when we see each other for a class of cultural tutoring.” He stood up and some feeling hit you in the spot next to your heart. Why does he have to go? Why can't he stay a little longer?

“Actually, I wouldn't mind some playing on guitar if you’re not in a hurry.” You sat quickly with the sheets in your palms. You held them tightly. Samuel, who stood in the doorframe, slowly turned around with a playful flame in his eyes.

“I would love to play something for you, Y/N,” he whispered and disappeared on a moment. When he came back, he was holding his guitar and slowly sitting down on your bed. “What would like to hear?” He asked, playing with the strings and slowly pulling them out, making them do a high-noted sound.

“That song you played before was really nice. Can I hear it again?” You asked, lying a bit closer, curling up to the leg which was supporting the guitar.

“I will play it every time you ask, angel.” He whispered and started to do make the guitar sound. It was angelic - his deep, husky voice singing such wispy words like a prayer, and you loved that. You loved that except for one thing. Just an itsy-bitsy tiny thing.

You forget how big turn on his singing voice was. You felt pretty badly. You asked him to play for you like two minutes ago and it would be pretty weird asking him to stop. So you let him play that song, whispering those words as tenderly as how he would whisper them to your ear, and you were starting to breathe loudly.

“Hey, boss?” He stopped all of a sudden, putting the guitar away and caressing your hair slowly. “You okay?”

You looked at him. The hair of the Litlle Mermaid was nothing against your cheeks. You were on fire, looking at him from the bottom and lying on your back. It was so fucking hard not to do anything too unpremeditated.

“I guess so.” You whispered and watched him, as he lowered himself on his elbow, watching you with those hungry eyes.

“You guess you're alright or you know that? Come on, Y/N, stop playing around. We waited for this for fifteen years, why should we keep running when we're both here now?” He asked, but didn't waited for you to give him a proper answer. He just did take your face in his hands and kissed you on the lips; first time gently as if he was waiting for a permit, then he started to be more eager. Not like he held you so tight it hurt, no way. His body just started to banging into yours more than before.

You found yourself amazed, sitting on him and not knowing what the fuck are you doing. Where was your I would love to be your friend from before? Yeah, sure, you want to be his friend, but with benefits, as it seemed. You practically confirmed him that you lied about being friends with him, but the lust in you was just too strong.

“What are we doing?” You said from tearing that insanely tight t-shirt down. It smelled like a bunch of cigarettes and sweat of a man. It smelled like heaven. Both of you stopped for a second, looking at each other, just your loud breathing could be heard in the room.

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Yeah, good question. What the hell were you doing? You said yourself like two hours ago, that you want to be his friend for now and nothing more. Where did this come from? You straddling his lap with your hair being a mess, hot rosy cheeks, and a total shut down brain from being horny? Maybe it was his fingers on the guitar or him ordering that help with the heavy boxes and then, how he sweated even more than before? But that husky voice was a total panties destroyer.

You didn't know - and he didn't either.

You had to laugh quietly when you recalled the nickname you and Nate gave him when attended to go to university with the help of Sully and your parents. Mister Samuel “I will charm your panties off” Morgan-Drake. That's how you both called him.

“I don't know, baby,” Samuel answered quickly and pulled that yoga top of your body. You were so much beautiful than he remembered. It was like the age gave you more and more beautiful each year. And having your breasts directly in front of his eyes was more than he ever needed. “But don't let me stop.”

“I would die if you stop, Sammy.” You swore under your breath, unable to look away from his face. You felt like he was about to cry, when his fingers slowly traveled down on your fair shoulders, slowly caressing every inch of your skin. It was like a setting on fire, those touches were so light and warm that you were still afraid that you're dreaming and he still isn't there after all.

“Is there anything wrong, Sam?” You lowered yourself when he hugged your back and slowly hid his face between your breasts as if he was hiding before the whole world. You felt him kissing the little piece of your skin between your breasts and your neck, but you closed your eyes and held him quietly.

“No. But now is everything how it should be from the start.” Samuel whispered and raised his face, so his forehead was gently leaning back to yours. You were pressed one on each other, skin on skin and you could feel his heart beating heavily in his chest. Well, your heartbeat was as rough as his. “I should be here the whole fifteen years for you, by your side and helping you to carry those boxes to your cabinet every year.” He joked and you smiled, breathing hot air into his face. Your eyes were firmly closed, why he was watching every curl of your hair and a happy smile on your lips. “I just know that I'm finally where I should have the whole time. Inside arms of the woman, who was the only one occupying my head all that time, you know, princess?” Samuel kissed you again, slowly with a smile.

You know what he was saying although his words may seem to be huge nonsense. He told you that he was home, that the huge tear in his thorax was now cured just like yours. And God, you know what peace he felt in that exact moment because you felt the same relief.

“Then kiss me before I'll change my mind, big guy.” You whispered back with your eyes closed firmly. You didn't have to ask twice, he fulfilled your wish as if it was his own. You held each other tight, you were the safe harbors to each other, a place where your boats were destined to dock in.

You became one soul separated into two bodies almost sixteen years ago and now it felt like coming together, the world started to make sense at once. He was not a man and with a woman in his arms, you weren't even two human beings hugging each other; you were just the lost and found souls.

You didn't even notice yourself making a move, but when you opened up your eyes again, you lied on your back and he was laying on his elbow, watching you without a world by his tender eyes. Samuel looked like a masterpiece drawn by Michelangelo and you know, he should be exposed at the museum. The sun was drawing circles on his body, highlighting some of his contours and making him look so young, so innocent and fascinated. He looked exactly like the man who left. You smiled and caressed his hair with a sentimental smile, making him look rebellious.

“What?” Samuel stopped whatever he was doing and just bounced on his elbows with an amused look on his face.

“Nothing,” you shook your head and blinked twice. “I just missed you.” You hold up your arms around his neck and letting your legs hug his sides by a tight hug.

“I'm glad you did.” Samuel smiled and took the advantage of you raising that pretty little ass of yours to his flanks. Meanwhile kissing you, he started to rock himself against your lap. You got his point and started to pull your pants off.

“Did. You. Missed. Me?” You got out of yourself between the passionate kisses, mourning into his lips. Then Samuel almost made you explode with the huskiest, erotic laugh in the whole world. “I did, my love, and you know that I did.”

“You might need to show me how much you did miss me in that prison.” You let your legs out of his sides and scooped a little to get those stupid leggings down.

“How much time do we have?” Samuel looked at your naked body with a pleased look on his face. You weren't the only one burning with desire and lust, he felt his body trembling with the overtook of the feelings inside him. He wanted to have your body right in the exact moment, he wanted to be all over you like a river, caressing every inch of the skin which tasted like salt and sun.

“I have a shift starting at five a.m.” You whispered and the smile on his face widened.

“That's enough time to show you three to four times. Maybe five, what do you say, my dove?” He started to climb down the bed with spit coming themselves to his mouth after seeing your legs so naughty opened apart, just welcoming him in that sweet valley of yours. You felt his hands everywhere around your thighs and his body moving down under the bed, kneeling on his knees. You closed your eyes, letting your hands lay down on your belly.

“Think that five seems,” you wanted to joke, but a scream of pleasure just came of your lips. Your back arched themselves, his tongue making wonders on the most sensitive piece of your body let your mouth wide open and your lungs gasping for some air. Yeah, it was some time since you let somebody touch you and it was a while since you met someone who understood what you wanted, but this was a whole new level of skills. Well, not new, but you didn't feel that for so long time, you actually forgot how that tongue of his felt between your legs. “Alright...”

You let him do the wonders with your pussy, letting him suck on that sweet little spot meanwhile his fingers send chills down your spine and showing you the edge of paradise. Whatever move he made, it felt just so fucking right. There was no need for words when you made those high-pitched erotic noises, music for his ears, yet you couldn't stop yourself from talking. You haven't say much, just thing like ”That's a way to go, Sammy,”, “That makes me feel so fucking good” and when he pushed you to the top but didn't let fall down, you mumbled “You’ll kill me if you stop, Samuel.”. You begged him to continue by moving your hips a little, but he didn't react to that.

Instead, he just traveled to one of your nipples with his hand, squeezing it firmly, still working with fingers inside you and slowly blowing that ice cold breath directly to your weak spot.

“What’s... The... Deal?” You panted heavily, unable to concentrate on your own words and stumbling on them, while he continued to blow.

“There isn't any sort of deal, love. I just want to hear as much of these beautiful noises as you can make.” Samuel answered with amusement and then he pushed you over the top with that face worth riding your orgasms against, actually making you scream his name out loud when you lost yourself in the waves of orgasm. It was a pretty good one - not the best you had, but still a really good one. He stayed until the last contraction of your pussy with his lips sucked to that spot and with his hand holding to your breast.

“Everything ok up there?” He asked when you have shut up for a minute or longer, just breathing out that beautiful experience. You chuckled, looking down to him and smoothing his jaw tenderly covered in a short stubble.

“Maybe I need another proof, dear mister Morgan.” You whispered and his eyes widened of pure joy meanwhile his palms started to take off his jeans. You were a small, irresistibly lovely demon in angles body worth the waiting in prison, definitely worth the slaps and arguments. Your look gave him more joy than any amount of money in this world. “I will gladly show you more than one proof, dear miss Y/N L/N.” He answered in a pure raspy voice.

Making you feel so good had left marks on him too. His lips were slightly swollen, his cheeks were as rosy as yours and his eyes shine like the distant stars. Both of you were equally covered in each other’s sweat and it just felt so goddamn great.

It wasn’t a tender lovemaking session as you would expect. He got into his element and practically tried to destroy your bed, broke it into two pieces with the rough motion of your bodies. He was trying to kiss you, hold his forearm against yours, but it was hard when you constantly bent your head backward with eyes closed and saying those curse word like holly praise. You only knew that your hands were tightly entwined and that your knees were high on his waist, holding him close firmly.

It was a rough and animally raw act of showing you everything he kept inside of him and what he couldn't say out loud in words. Yet, or rather because of it, it was so damn rough, it felt perfect. You were just like two energies meeting and bumping into one another with a beautifully brutal force, changing each other forever.

When it was over, when the small infinity between you disappeared, both of you lied entwined together like two pieces of rope, without a single move. You just breathed and felt how Samuel kissed that small place under your jaw that he fell in love with a long time ago. You didn't want it to end, you were too afraid to let him go and lose him again. You closed your eyes, hugging him tightly and trying to calm yourself down.

“What are you thinking about?” He asked, nuzzling his face into your neck with a satisfied expression.

“That I’ll not survive if you leave me again.” You answered, closing your eyes and cuddling more into his warm body.

“You wish,” Samuel chuckled, caressing your hip slowly. “You will speak differently after a month or two.”

“Maybe you don’t have to rush?” You smiled, completely changing the subject. He looked surprised, tilting his head over to you.

“What?”

“Next time you'll come to see me, bring yourself a toothbrush and some clothes. We’ll find you a place in my cabinet.” You giggled, letting his lips carefully caressing your face with soft kisses.

“Does it mean I have to rearrange those boxes with those dead bodies?” He looked at your cabinet as if it was his worst enemy.

“I guess so...” You laughed, when he crushed his head into the pillow, leaving noises of pure suffering and a quiet “Oh God, please no.”

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driedfruitflower · 3 years

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14 November

Day 2 (after 48 hours)

Today’s Weight: 120.6 lbs / 54.7 kg (weight as soon as I woke up) and 118.8 lbs / 53.9 kg (weight right before I went to sleep)

Difference compared to yesterday: no idea

Difference compared to start: - 1.8 lbs / - 0.8 kg (lost during the day)

Water consumption: 5 liters (I count tea too)

Calories consumed: 373 calories:

82 pieces of chewing gum (for anyone wondering… it's 2,044 kcal/piece of extras bubblemint) - 168 kcal

2 cups of plain green tea (2 teabags) - 2 kcal

600g of crushed tomatoes - 168 kcal

200g shirataki noodles - 20 kcal

1,5 celery stalks- 15 kcal

Sleep: 16 hours (I have missed a lot of sleep for a long time now, so I’m tired)

Overall Review

I ended up eating more than I planned and felt out of control.

Weight Loss

Because I didn't weigh myself yesterday I have no idea how much I've lost.

I just went to the toilet, haven't drank anything yet and the scale is in the exact same place as before but I now weigh 121 lbs/ 54.9 kg. How can I have gained weight? I'm gonna say I still weigh 20.6 lbs/ 54.7 kg (the weight when i first woke up) and we'll see what number I'm at tomorrow.

Hunger

It's morning and I feel slight to mild hunger but nothing I can't handle.

It's afternoon and I feel a stronger urge to eat but I know it'll pass. Days 1-3 are usually the hardest in terms of food resistance, and it’s already towards the end of Day 2. I'll just have to hang in there 1 more day. (But every time I heavily restrict or fast is different from my last experience.)

It's still afternoon and the hunger got worse before it got better. After about 1/1.5 hours and tea the hunger did pass. I now feel fine. Now it's just a mild hunger but I can definitely stand it :)

It’s evening and I’m kind of a little hungry but I feel good! Really good!

Energy level

It's morning and I feel kinda lazy today, but I have lots of energy! I woke up happy because I didn't binge yesterday and I feel like I can actually reach my goal weight!

It's afternoon, and I have showered, listened to my audiobook, colored and watched youtube. I need to go out and buy a present for my dad (he is the best person I know in the world) and start doing homework.

Mental clarity

Better than usual. All that sleep really did me good.

Other notes

That I was so tired from the previous day helped me from eating anything more! Instead of giving up my restriction and eating something more, I went to sleep because I was exhausted. The tiredness made it easier to prioritize sleep instead of food.

When i woke up this morning and knew i had only eaten 74 kcal yesterday i felt more motivated today to keep up the restriction. I know I can do it, to get to my goal weight. I have already made it this far, and for me at least, the first 24 hours are the hardest. After that restricting this heavily goes wayyy smother!

Another thing… I have a love hate relationship with bubblemint flavored chewing gum. The taste kind of makes me nauseated now, but at the same time I like it.

Update from me in the future, bubblemint flavored chewing gum is now starting to taste like puke (I don't know why). I'll not be chewing any more of that today.

I've never tasted monster energy and I'm kind of tempted to buy one. If i keep up the restriction I'll allow myself to buy one soon. (I'll probably buy the wite one because most people seem to unanimously think that that one is one of the best tastes.)

Update from 44 hours since I started my restriction; I'm so happy! I'm thinking of going to sleep rn (update from the future: why the fuck didn’t you? You’ll regret this!) and I'm not hungry in the morning, which means that it'll be at least 10 am until I'm hungry again, and by then 60 hours will have passed.

45,5 hours since I started: I'm HUNGRY. but I can handle this. I can handle this. I can handle this. I can handle this. I can handle this! Okay yeah. I'm gonna drink some water and listen to an audiobook until it passes and then I'll go to sleep. (Haha wow, update: just 5 minutes later and I'm not AT ALL as hungry! My stomach just hurts a little, nothing in comparison to how ravenous I was just 5 minutes ago.)

Update 15 min later: hungry again. Fuck. I decided to eat 600g of crushed tomatoes, and I feel like shit! (It didn’t even taste good) Fucking shit! I hate myself! Fuck. That’s 373kcal total for today, fuck! Fuck. Fuck! And eating just made me hungrier than before. Fuck. Why did I eat this much? I’m gonna go for a 60 min walk now, which should burn at least 150 kcal.

Audiobooks, music and youtube are gifts from above!

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lordofassgard · 7 years

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When You’re In Love

Requested: | yes | no |

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x f!Reader

Summary: The reader comforts Stiles after Donovan died

Word Count: 1.4k+

Warnings: mentions of death, blood

A/N: This is been in my drafts for a while and since I’m still writing Evil, I decided to post it

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You were home alone, your parents were out of town because some relative you didn’t know was sick. You assured them you would be fine on your own, since it was just the beginning of the school year.

Although classes had just started, you were already tired. It wasn’t school, no, but living in Beacon Hills and one of your best friends being a True Alpha, it tires you out.

You had been asleep for a while, but the sound of your phone woke you up. While rubbing one eye you glanced at the clock on the nightstand. Whoever this was, they’d better have a pretty good reason to call at 1 a.m. You grabbed the phone, blinking a few times, the screen was too bright for you to see the caller ID. When you could finally read your boyfriend’s name on the screen you quickly picked up.

“Hello?” You answered, your voice raspy for not being used in a while.

“(Y/N)…I…” He was breathing heavily, it seemed like he was having a panic attack.

“Stiles, babe, are you okay?” You sat up on your bed.

“I…” He sobbed “It all…happened…so fast.”

“Stiles? Where are you?” You were fully awake now “Are you home?”

His sobs were getting louder.

“Stiles?” You got up.

“Yes…I'm home” He whimpered.

“Okay babe, hold on. I’ll be there in ten okay?” You paused “Just calm down, I’ll be right there.”

“Please…” He begged.

You hung up and walked over to your closet putting on a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie over your tank top. You grabbed your phone and car keys before leaving the house.

When you got to Stiles’ house, all lights were out and the Sheriff’s car wasn’t there, in fact, not even Stiles’ jeep was there. You walked in, using a spare key he gave you a while ago.

“Stiles?” You called out but got no answer.

He wasn’t in the kitchen or in the living room, so you went upstairs, following his sobs all the way to his room. You turned on the light, finding him sitting in the corner, crying is eyes out.

“Stiles?” You called out softly but he didn’t look up.

You walked closer to him and kneeled down.

“Stiles, look at me.” A few seconds later he looked up at you “What happened?”

He looked down at his hands and that was when you noticed that they were bloody, just like his clothes.

“Is that…blood?” You asked slightly freaking out “Stiles, what happened?” You were looking for any wounds. Was he bleeding? “Do you need to go to the hospital?” He didn’t move “Stiles? What happened?” He sobbed even harder.

“It’s not…it’s not mine” He said between sobs.

“What?” You widended your eyes “Who is it then? Whose blood is that? Stiles, what the hell happened? Whose blood is that?” You ran your hand through your hair, clearly nervous.

But he just stayed quiet sobbing, his hands shaking, his breathing heavy, his eyes read and puffy from all the crying.

“I'm…I'm gonna call Scott.” You took your phone out of your pocket, ready to dial your best friend’s number.

“NO! No, you can't” He sniffed “Scott will never forgive me.”

“Stiles, you have to tell me what happened.”

“No…no…Scott can't find out about this.” He shook his head, his eyes on the floor.

“Okay Stiles…calm down.” You ran a hand through his brown hair “I won’t call Scott, but you have to tell me what happened.” You placed your phone back in your pocket.

He took a few deep breaths, calming himself and you wiped away his tears.

“I…I was at the library.” He started.

“Yeah, you were there with Malia right?” He nodded.

“She left early but I stayed to make some research…” He paused for a few seconds “When I was going home, my car wouldn’t start, so I had to fix it. And that was when he attacked me…” He started shaking again.

“Who? Who attacked you Stiles?”

“Donovan” He started breathing heavily again.

“Okay…calm down Stiles. It’s over” You caressed his cheek giving him a small smile.

“We started fighting and I ran back to the library. But he found me, so I climbed on of those rails, and I reached for one of them to climb higher…but they fell and one of them stabbed him…right across the chest.” He started crying again.

You were just processing the newly acquired information. Donovan tried to kill Stiles and he ran away. Somehow Donovan got hurt in the process, so probably he’d try to get revenge.

“Okay, it’s fine Stiles. He’ll heal.”

“No…he…he's dead.” You gulped “There was nothing I could do…I…I didn’t even tried to help him. I just watched him die.” You breathed out, not realizing that you had stopped breathing while he told you this.

“Are you saying that he's…dead?” You asked.

“It…it was an accident, but I…I still feel like it’s my fault.”

It wasn’t his fault, he acted in self-defence. Donovan went after him and he ended up dead. But Scott wouldn’t like to hear it, as soon as he found that Donovan died because of Stiles, he wouldn’t hear the rest.

“Stiles, look at me” You cupped his face forcing him to look you in the eye “It wasn’t your fault, okay? It was self-defence.” You reassured him “And Scott doesn’t have to know.”

“Don’t you hate me?” He asked scared of the answer.

“No, I would never hate you Stiles, I love you.” You kissed his forehead “I’ll be by your side through this, like I was when you were the Nogitsune, like I will always be. It’s literally impossible for me to hate you.”

After a few more minutes of talking to him, he calmed down enough to get up from the floor.

“Why don’t you take a warm shower? It will be good.” he nodded.

You walked over to his dresser and grabbed a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt, handing them to him.

“You’ll be here when I get back, right?”

“Yes, I’ll be right here. I won’t leave you Stiles, I promise.”

He walked into the bathroom and when you heard the water run, you quickly went downstairs to make him some tea to calm him down. You also grabbed a sleeping pill, knowing that he wasn’t going to be able to fall asleep on his own.

You got back to his room and a few minutes later he left the shower, throwing his bloody clothes on the floor. He sat down next to you on the bed and you grabbed one of his hands.

“Better?” He nodded “I made you some tea and I brought you this.” He grabbed the tea cup and the pill “We can deal with this in the morning okay? Now you just need to get some sleep” You squeezed his hand.

He drank the tea and took the pill, his hands still slightly shaking.

“Can you stay here?” He asked, barely above a whisper.

“Yeah, I’ll stay” You kissed his temple.

You went to bed and pulled the covers over your bodies. He turned around, his back facing you and you wrapped an arm around his waist, knowing that he liked to be the little spoon. With your other hand, you ran your fingers through his hair, knowing that it always calmed him down. You kept whispering sweet nothings in his ear as you felt his hand grip yours tighter.

After a while, his breathing got steady, and his grip on your hand wasn’t as strong, he was finally asleep. You glanced at the clock on his nightstand, it was 3 a.m. Looking at the boy sleeping peacefully next to you, you felt the tears threatening to spill, knowing that now, sleep was the only thing he had to escape from the hell that his life was about to become, maybe not even there. The guilt would eat him alive, having to lie to his best friend, to his dad, to everyone. He couldn’t take that much pressure. But you would to stay right by his side, helping him with everything. You were so in love with him, that you were willing to carry this secret with you forever. You would rather die than spill his secret.

But I guess that’s what you do when you're in love.

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