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bachiras-toaster · 8 months

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you are just too good : ̗̀➛

SUGURU GETO x f!reader

contents. smut, virgin!reader, corruption kink, dacryphilia, size kink (?) i guess, pervy!geto, dubcon, geto insults the reader a lil bit

wc. 4.5k

summary. after avoiding geto for so long to try and suppress your love for him, he uses your feelings to his advantage.

For the past few weeks, you had been avoiding your emotions by ghosting the man that you had feelings for. Even if you really didn’t want to admit it, you had the biggest crush on one of your classmates, Suguru— A friend you had made through a mutual friend, Gojo. And despite knowing him for perhaps just over a year, your feelings had been as strong as ever. You weren’t sure how long you liked him for, but you knew that it must have been long enough.

However, recently, you had started to notice the way he spoke to other girls- the way he flirted with other women. It was then that you realised that you really were just the average person, while he was Suguru Geto- Strongest sorcerer and even more popular with the ladies than Satoru Gojo himself.

It made you sick seeing him float around girls that weren’t you, so you had made the conscious decision to pull yourself away now before you could get hurt even further.

Consequently, Geto seemed to take notice of how you had been avoiding him, and it pissed him off more than you realised. He had asked both Gojo and Shoko about your whereabouts, questioning why you never seemed to hang around them anymore, though it seemed that Shoko was just as lost in the dark as he was. It wasn’t until that Satoru had finally let slip accidentally that you must’ve been avoiding him because of your feelings towards him— Something that you had confided in him on the basis of deep trust. Gojo admittedly felt a little guilty for betraying his vow not to tell anyone like that, but Suguru could be unfortunately persuasive with his words.

Geto eventually made his way to your dormitory to find you since he was never able to catch you around the school; he finally got sick of all of the missed calls and took matters into his own hands— Letting himself into your room using a small curse to pick open the lock so he could invite himself in without you even needing to open the door. It was bad enough that he had even broken into your dorm, but the fact that he could so shamelessly use his cursed technique like that to break in at night.

What if you had been changing?

Or showering?

Or even asleep?

He supposed he was lucky to see you standing in your room doing none of those things, your eyes instead widening with surprise when your stare locked onto the man stood by the entrance of your bedroom. His eyes were dark with irritation, and it perfectly matched the way the rest of him was presented- Hair dishevelled as the stress reached those dark strands, wondering how long it had been since he had seen your face.

“Satoru already told me about what you’ve been hiding.” He stated darkly, slowly making his way into the room. “Is that why you’ve been avoiding me? Because you’re in love with me?”

There weren’t any words that escaped your lips, which only seemed to frustrate the dark-haired man more, and in your nervousness, he had backed you into your bed, pinning himself on top of you as he stared into your eyes with a cold expression.

“If you had feelings for me, you wouldn’t be ghosting me like this.” He reiterated sternly.

You couldn’t help but feel your heart skip a beat when he had pinned you down so strongly. Your face had immediately flushed and it became difficult to properly look him in the eye.

“Th-That’s not it!” You stammered out in a strained manner.

“Oh really? Then tell me what it is then.” He scoffed, pressing himself closer to you. “Because you’ve been running from me like I’m some kind of monster when all I’ve ever done is care about you.”

His gaze was intense, and it was making you uncomfortable. You felt a burning sensation in your cheeks as he looked down at you, despite doing your best to ignore it.

“I-I wasn’t—” You gulped. “I wasn’t trying to ghost you!”

But that was a lie. It had been obvious. You knew as well as Geto did that it was clear that you had been avoiding him after all that time. The fact that you were lying just made it worse.

“Really?” He said with a mean glare, his dark tones echoing against your ears. “Then why were you hiding from me?” He asked slowly, placing one hand behind your neck and leaning in to whisper his next reply close to your ear. “Why would you run from a friend? Someone who cares about you?”

He could feel your heartbeat racing, the scent of your perfume filling his lungs as he spoke. He didn’t even seem interested in how he was pressing himself against you so harshly, clamping you down like you had even been eager to get away.

"You weren't trying to ghost me, but you did." Suguru stated down at you, but not like how he usually would; It was filled with more annoyance than his usual teasing, the kind of glare you only saw when he fought curses. "You've been ignoring my texts and not answering most of the calls, so don't lie to me and say you weren't doing it. …Besides, all this running away means is that you just really wanted me to chase you."

“Why are you—“ Your voice grew meek when you realised that his face was leaning closer, getting way too comfortable in the current position. You felt like you couldn’t sputter out the words if you tried.

The expression of displeasure grew wider on his complexion; He looked somewhat angry at himself more than he was at you for some reason, and you did your best to look away from him so you wouldn’t feel his breath on your face.

"It's okay," He said, looking down at you in a way that made you feel more flustered, his voice husky and threatening. "Just admit that you have feelings for me, and we can forget all about how you were avoiding me."

Instead of pulling back, he only leaned closer to you. You felt his words touch your skin, as if his breath itself was tickling you, and his hand pressed harder against you, bringing you closer to him until there was no space between your bodies. His hand moved from beneath to you slink up to your wrists, clamping them down into place so that both of his palms were clasped tightly against your arms.

“Do you realise you only hurt yourself when you do things like this?” Geto’s brows furrowed with annoyance as his hands dug deeper into the bedsheets. “Trying to avoid me because you’re scared— What were you thinking?”

“That’s not fair—!” You yelled out, your heart beating dangerously fast now. “I wasn’t avoiding you, I was just putting space between us!”

“Is that not the definition of avoiding?”

“You’re one to talk, Geto! You’re full of shit talking about how you ‘care’ about me. We only became friends because of Satoru! Don’t act like I had any kind of important role in your life!” You spat back, to which he only responded with an eyebrow raise.

“Oh? We’re going back to last-name basis now?” He uttered in an unimpressed tone. “How very immature of you, (Y/n). You shouldn’t talk that way about the man you love.”

Your cheeks burned with both frustration and blush- it was like all of the blood had rushed to your face and you couldn’t tell if it was out of anger or if it was because he had never been this close to you before. He was trying to provoke you, that’s for certain. There wasn’t really much else to it.

“You asshole! Arrogant, little—“ You felt your hands ball into fists against the covers. “You’re just trying to get me to confess my feelings to absolve you of any blame!”

“And so what if I am?” His expression went cold. “Am I wrong in thinking you do feel that way about me?”

“Why does that matter anyway? Satoru’s already told me about how popular you are with the girls! Stupid of me to think I had any sort of chance— Or that there was any sort of possibility that you’d be mature about this!” You blinked back your tears of frustration as you went to lift your arms, but his hands quickly moved to push your wrists back down against the bed even more securely.

“You say you don’t have a chance, yet you’re under me right now, aren’t you?”

“You just want to prove that you’re stronger than me; acting like you can get your way just by showing you can pin me down.” You let out a scoff.

“But for what other reasons could I girl have for getting pinned down by me?” He said lowly, his legs slowly pressing even harder against yours as he leaned closer towards the mattress. “You don’t want me?”

“Idiot!” Beads of sweat began to accumulate on the sides of your face as your breathing sped up. “This is just you sleeping around again. —I don’t want to just be one of the girls you use and throw to the side once you’re done! Don’t you think I have any self respect?” The rage burned in your throat.

His expression didn’t change much; his face was as stern as ever. His grip around your arms tightened as the small bit of light in his eyes began to fade. He looked as if he was furious that you would even imply such a statement, and it made you cringe as he held you in place with his strength. The words felt like a dagger to his heart; to think that you thought he was the type of person to just sleep around with any girl he picked up. The concept of him even wanting that type of lifestyle made his stomach churn with disgust.

"Is that what this whole thing was about?" His tone was biting, that kind of manner he put on when he was ready to get physical to the curses that overstepped a boundary. "You think I'm a pig? Just some guy who sleeps around with every girl he comes across? Putting my behaviour on par with Satoru’s— You really don’t understand, do you?” Geto let out in a backhanded way towards his best friend as he continued his moment of irritation. When his expression had darkened, a warning voice went off in your head, telling you that getting mad at him now would most likely just end with a bad outcome. "…Who's to say I would do that to you? You're different, we both know that. I do love you.” Geto uttered.

Your face, despite what it was hearing, refused to change. You tried to maintain that exasperated look in your eyes; you wanted to make it clear that you were still pissed off. But hearing him say that string of words to you made your heart flutter, and your brows furrowed as you refused to believe what you had been told. It seemed like he was trying to convince you now.

“If you loved me— Then why wouldn’t you just be with me? Instead you need to shamelessly flirt with other women right in front of me, completely disregarding my own feelings!” You snapped back, the hurt resurfacing as you recalled it all. “It’s no wonder why I was ghosting you. Why would I want to witness the person I loved try to get with other people?”

"Maybe if you weren't playing hard to get I could've shown you how much I love you, how much you mean to me." He hissed, glaring at you. There was an edge to his voice, and he was getting colder. His complexion grew frustrated, and you could see his jaw clench. "But I guess you’re right. I must be such a shameless flirt." He retorted sarcastically. "You know how I love to make you jealous, it's my specialty. But clearly you're too stupid to understand that… Maybe I do it to hurt you, because you never bothered to pay any attention to me until you saw me with other girls."

“Don’t give me that bullshit. Even if I tried to flirt with you, you’d shut me down. I would never get the same kind of response as the women you slept around with, so don’t try to convince me otherwise.” Your teeth gritted against each other, your voice much lower now. “If not me, then why everyone else? Is there something different about me that you can’t just accept?”

Suguru looked down at you with an intense stare, his face completely unwelcoming as he chose his next words wisely. His hands shifted up a little so his thumbs would brush against the palms of your hands as he leaned closer, his lips mere centimetres away from your ear.

"Maybe there is something different about you that I can't accept." He muttered in a low tone, his words travelling smoothly into your earlobe. His breath was so hot against that area that it was almost irritating how close he was, but at the same time you couldn’t help but expose more of your neck to him as he whispered in your ear. “You are just… Too good.”

Your eyes widened as the words hit your brain, and he lifted his lips away from your ear to turn your face back towards him. With his hands still against your skin, he gave you a cold-blooded cast.

“You’re too perfect to be tainted by what I have to offer. You’re so much nicer than the friends I usually have— So much more innocent than the sorcerers that surround me.” One of his hands loosened around your wrist to bring up to your chin instead, forcing you to keep looking at his frowning face. “You want to have yourself be ruined by being with me? Is that what you’re telling me?”

Your lips quivered as you tried to find the words, but before you could, he just continued speaking.

"I guess you do understand then. I tell myself don't need to spend all my time and energy on someone who doesn't want me the way I want them, but it’s difficult to get you off my mind." Suguru’s voice had a hint of whine to it, but it still maintained most of its husky components, sounding as though his pride was severely hurt.

"You are right there, there is something different about you. You're a pain in the ass, always going to be a headache for me." He gritted. “Do you want to know what that makes you right now?”

“I—“

"A toy." He growled, his breathing becoming shallow with his eyes narrowing. "Your constant playfulness and games have made me realise that all you're really good for is being a toy for others. You play with my feelings just to get a reaction out of me, and now here we are again… Do you still want to be played with?"

“That’s not what I said—“

"I never tried to break your heart, I only wanted to keep you safe, but it’s like you want me to treat you the way I treat everyone else. It's like you’re just asking to be tossed around." His voice was laced with fury, and it made your heart beat even faster. “You’re so frustratingly pure, and yet… Seeing you like this…” His face leaned closer to yours, his eyes have-lidded as he stared at your lips. “…It makes me want to take that perfection in you and defile it.”

There was something so gritty, so disgusting about Suguru’s words as he said them. You had always known that there was some kind of edge to him, but you had never seen that side of him so close, especially not this close. However, he seemed to mean every word he said, and the way his thumb brushed over your chin as he stared down at your quivering lips only further indicated his seriousness. You were trying not to let his words get to you, but it was proving difficult. You knew Suguru was always full of surprises, but this was something different. His eyes were so deadly and serious it was certainly scary, yet he also had a hint of amusement to it.

"Now, tell me," He said, still stroking your face, his finger brushing your lip, waiting for you to give him an answer, “can you still look me in the eyes and tell me that you still love me after everything I’ve said?” He asked in a much quieter tone than before now.

His thumb traced your jaw, and he looked at you with eager curiosity. It was clear he was giving you a chance to respond, but you couldn't bring yourself to speak.

You felt like you were on the verge of tears— was it bad that you were sure that you still did? Were you wrong for having those same feelings that you did before?

"Answer." He demanded and his voice was filled with terrifying anger again.

“I…” You gulped, flinching a little. “I’m okay with it…”

Your reply didn’t seem to phase him, which was apparent from the way his eyebrows scrunched together. It almost looked as if he was going to reprimand you for a second, however he then pulled a soft expression, a small glint in his eyes when he did.

“…It’s a shame you’re having to be broken down this way… Love is ugly and two-faced. It isn’t always going to be about the butterflies in your stomach, but rather what being in love entails.” He muttered and then he leaned down, his lips almost touching yours as he looked into your eyes with the most desperate gaze. “You’re a virgin, aren’t you?”

Your attention had been completely focussed on his lips, when it really should have been focussed on his now-free hand as it travelled down your stomach, his fingers hooking against the waistband of your sweatpants.

Your breath hitched when you felt his knuckles press against your hips when his hands dipped into your pants. He hadn’t yet touched you further down than your waistline, but he was getting dangerously close to shifting your underwear out of the way.

“Wait, Suguru, what are you—“ You felt the oxygen escape your lips as you let out a short gasp, your wobbly hands trying to steady yourself on the bed.

“Are you getting scared now?” He glanced up into your eyes.

“No, I just don’t know if—“

“What's different about you is that I want more from you." His tone softened ever so slightly, and he brought his face closer to you. And again, your heart fluttered. "I can just look at you and know that you're the only one I want. Even if there’s a part of me that wants to protect you, there’s another part that will gladly ruin you if you’d let me.”

The other hand that was once pinning your wrists instead slinked down to hold your waist, leaving both of your wrists free— Though you kept them in the same place beside your head.

“Love means letting someone put something inside of you.” He told you, his erected crotch pressing against your thigh. The outline of his bulge was so prominent against the parts of your body that it touched, and you felt yourself wince a little when his lips got closer to your neck. “Will you let me do that, (Y/n)? Will you give yourself to me?”

His fingers suddenly slipped past the band of your underwear, and it made your heart instantly skip a beat. Your eyes widened and your hands snapped down to grab his wrists quickly, sputtering out in an anxious flurry,

“W-Wait—! I haven’t even shaved down there!” You nervously stammered, your face heating up with embarrassment; it’s not like you ever planned for this to happen.

“I don’t care, I’m grown.” He replied dully as his fingers finally slipped between your legs, forcing a quick gasp out of your lips as you felt his skin brushed against yours.

You shielded your moan by clasping a hand over his mouth, gazing at him with opened eyes as he pushed more of his hands into your panties to allow his fingers to squeeze past your gummy walls. His pupils were fixed between your legs in a look of concentration, his thumb working to massage your folds for a steady balance as he slowly penetrated your cunt with his middle and ring finger. He looked amused at how easy it was, chuckling shortly under his breath.

“So you did want me, huh? Feel how wet you are…” He commented slyly. “I was afraid you’d be way too tight, but if you’re this excited, maybe it wouldn’t be that much of a problem…” He grinned.

As his fingers entered deeper into you, you had instinctively tried to clamp your legs together, which was only met with the action of Geto pushing them apart again.

“Please relax, (Y/n). I’m only trying to prepare you for the real thing.” He whispered, leaning closer to you so he could proceed to kiss your neck, peppering wet kisses along your skin as he pumped his fingers into you repeatedly.

You had your eyes squeezed shut, your face not helping but to glow a dark shade of blush as he slowly dug his fingers knuckle-deep into your glistening pussy. The moment itself had been exhilarating, but it became even more of a fluttery mess when his thumb soon landed on your clit to give it a firm massage, rubbing deep circles against that soft spot.

Your mouth had formed the shape of an ‘O’ as soon as he had quickly found your sensitive clit. You had felt good before, but that action felt like it had suddenly sent quick jolts down your spine as your back arched, thighs threatening to shut again as all of the pleasure went to the bottom of your stomach.

“S-Suguru—!” You let out in a gasp, feeling his lips curve into a grin against your neck when you did.

“Do you even touch yourself, (Y/n)? You’re so fuckin’ tight I doubt anything’s even come close to this pussy.” He growled against your ear, licking the outer part of your earlobe so you could hear the wet daps of his tongue.

“I-I do…” You panted breathlessly, your chest heaving.

“Oh yeah?” He raised a brow, the one hand that was on your waist now circling round to press against the bit of skin just above your cunt a pressing it down very gently, letting the butterflies swirl even more violently around in your stomach as you were hit with a new wave of sensations that you welcomed with another strained moan. “Does it feel the same way when I do it?”

You shook your head, whispering softly as your nails dug into the bedsheets.

Removing his fingers from between your legs and placing the slick-coated digits into his mouth, he worked on untying the strings of his own sweatpants so that he could attend to his much-neglected cock.

He had gotten a huge ego-boost as he removed his hardened length from his boxers when he saw how that look of concern stretched into your eyes at how big he was. You hadn’t seen a man’s dick in person before, but surely that was above average, right?

Nevertheless, you took it all in like a good girl, loudly whining his name as he drove his entire length into you. Your legs were parted and he held down your thighs to keep them separated while he worked on leaving a selection of hickeys across the skin of your collarbone and neck. Saliva had remained from where he left those love marks, though you could hardly focus on that wet patches of skin when you felt his tip hit your g-spot at every single forceful thrust.

“Fuck— Fuck! S-Slow down, I can’t—!” You whined, your nails digging against his now-bare back, leaving bright-red scratches against the spine.

He had started off slow at first, not wanting to scare you out of anything, but after a few steady jolts at the hip, he had become a lot faster than he had intended to. He really couldn’t help it, but the feel of your virgin pussy was too much for him to resist, and he fucked into you like you were an object. The way he thrusted was desperate and shameless, and there were moments where he had to remember that he wasn’t masturbating against his sheets or something. His dick had been inside an actual person— And that person was you. He tried to resist speeding up or fucking into you even harder, but that resistance shifted whenever you made another adorable mewl of his name.

“Are you crying?” He asked in a low voice, slowing down to a significantly leisurely pace when he saw tears staining your blushed cheeks. “Do you want me to stop?”

You whimpered softly at the reduction in speed of his hips against yours, and you shook your head swiftly.

“N-No, I just cry sometimes when I feel—“ You gulped, not wanting to finish your sentence.

But Suguru already knew, and it looked like you had just offered him a goldmine of opportunity.

He continued indulging in his pitiful state of lust as soon as you said the words, but it was like it became even more rough the more that you moaned out his name with tears falling down your guilty face.

He backed his lips away from your neck to gaze down at you from above as he drilled into you, and he couldn’t help but smile. This was the sight he had always wanted to see— This was the view of you that flashed into his mind whenever he saw you carry out innocent tasks as he tried to force those perverted thoughts out of his mind.

He could appreciate it all now:

That view of your now-bare chest bouncing up and down as his cock pumped into you more violently. Your hands were desperately grabbing at your tits to squeeze them to focus your attention on something other than the overwhelming pleasure you were feeling down there. Your skin had been littered with hickeys and love bites, and your hair was askew and messy- Some strands had even fallen over your sweat-stained face, only gathering more droplets of salt from the tears that accumulated in the eyes that were squeezed shut.

Sure, Geto was only human, but he was a deranged one— A corrupt one, at that. There wasn’t an ounce of guilt that reflected in his soul as he fucked away your purity with every thrust. He had tried his best to keep you away from the darkness, only to have to pull you in when you got too close. Though he thought that if anyone were to change you, he wanted it to be him.

You were too good.

And fuck, it drove him insane.

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floralpascal · 10 months

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Taking Care of You

Summary: You've been stressed out and working like crazy lately. John finally has enough and devises a plan to take care of you and make you forget all about your work.

Pairing: John Price x f!reader (no use of y/n)

Word Count: 2.9k

Rating: Explicit (18+ only, minors do not interact)

Warnings: stressed reader, kissing, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), unprotected p-in-v sex (you know the drill, wrap it y'all), orgasm denial, praise

A/N: This one goes out to all my stressed and busy babes out there! This is 100% self indulgent since I've been working day and night recently. We all need us some Price to take that stress away

You knew that you had been distant for a while. Work had been piling up on you, responsibilities pressing in from all sides. It seemed like all you did was work, work, work these days.

Your husband, John Price, was as supportive as he always was. He, of all people, understood that sometimes you just had to put your head down and get work done. When he was home with you, he always made sure that you ate and stayed hydrated. He limited your caffeine intake. He made sure you took breaks. In all, he was the most supportive, understanding man on the planet.

…which was why his reaction now was so surprising.

You saw him approach the makeshift office that you had set up at your kitchen table from over your laptop screen. In a soft, even voice he ordered, “Close the computer, love.”

Continuing to type, you spared him a questioning glance as you shook your head. “I just took a break like… an hour ago.”

“Three,” he corrected. “It’s almost eleven at night.”

You whipped your head up to look at the clock that hung on the wall behind him. Sure enough, he was right. Dread spread through you, your brain already kicking into crisis mode. “Shit. God, I’ve got to get this done.”

“It’ll be there tomorrow,” he countered. “You’ve been workin’ like mad all weekend long. I’m not gonna let you run yourself into the ground. So. Shut. The. Laptop.”

He stressed each word, and suddenly you felt what it must’ve been like to have John as a Captain, calm but commanding. Your eyes met his, your mouth open to fight him on the matter, but you found him ready for it, a testing eyebrow raised. It was rare that he would ever tell you what to do, but it always came when he was worried about you and trying to take care of you. Any time you had gotten a significant injury, he had made sure that you stuck to every word of the doctor’s orders.

You huffed and leaned back, already sensing defeat. Instead, you tried to plead with him, “John, I won’t be able to sleep unless I get this done. I’ll just keep thinking about it.”

He put one hand on the table, leaned toward you, and pushed the laptop closed with the other hand. With his face barely a breath from yours and his eyes darkening, he rumbled, “I can fix that.”

Your body reacted to his sultry insinuation immediately, your heart rate jumping in an instant. You couldn’t help but drop your gaze to his lips for a moment before meeting his eyes again. “And how’s that?”

“I’ll make it so that you can barely even think anymore. I’ll wear you out so much you’ll fall asleep without even a thought about this,” he said, tapping the closed lid of your laptop.

At times like this, you hated how easy it was for him to get you riled up. He knew exactly how to play you, exactly how to make his gravelly voice even more enticing, exactly what to say to get you squirming in your seat for him like you were now.

You pressed your lips together, thinking for a moment. You couldn’t pretend that you didn’t want this. You were so tired of all the work and John knew exactly how to play you. But if he was going to have some fun, then so were you. With a provocative flit to your voice, you challenged, “Then prove it, Captain.”

For a moment, all he did was let a sultry smile pull at his lips. Then he was on you, his hands guiding you up from your chair and his lips finding yours. It was all fire and passion, but yet not too rushed. No, John never rushed this early. He loved to work you up slowly and leave you begging for him to just touch you already. He followed that playbook now, walking you backwards to press you up against the wall, his hand guarding your head from hitting it.

As he tilted your head to give his lips access to your neck, he rasped against your burning skin, “Never too stressed to tease me, are you?”

Your breath hitched as he found the sensitive part of your neck, your hands clawing at his back and tangling in his short hair. After a moment, he moved back up to kiss you, his tongue dancing with yours for a long while.

Eventually, his hands on your hips guided you to walk with him towards your shared bedroom. You took turns pulling at the other’s clothes, leaving a trail haphazardly in your wake. By the time you both passed through the doorway, John was only in his boxers and you in your plain black bra and panties. As he laid you back onto the bed, he eyed you as hungrily as he did when you wore lingerie for him.

“D’ya know how fuckin’ sexy you are, love?” His hands pressed against your stomach before roaming up, up, up as slowly as possible. Your eyes fluttered shut as he ghosted his hands over your bra, arching shamelessly into his touch. Still drinking the sight of you in, he rasped, “Gotta take care of you. Gotta make sure I get rid of all that stress, all those worries.”

“John…” you whined, already needy and falling for his plan. One side of his mustache raised in a smile, clearly understanding that he already had you right how he wanted you. “Just touch me, please.”

John chuckled, giving your breasts a quick squeeze before placing a kiss just over your heart. “I am touchin’ you, baby.”

“Fuck, John, you know what I mean.”

He pressed the faintest of kisses up your chest and to your neck. Against the skin of your neck, he teased, “Maybe I don’t. Tell me. Use your words, love.”

Despite his insistence, he gave you no time to answer. Instead, his lips found the sensitive column of your neck, the touch no longer feather-light like it had been before. Now, he kissed and nipped with a passion that had you gasping beneath him.

“Hhm? I didn’t catch that. Gotta speak up,” he mumbled next to your ear, the heavy timber of it sending shivers down your spine. But you could feel the curve of his lips against your soft skin, his beard prickling you as he did.

“Don’t be a tease,” you grumbled halfheartedly. Even now, though, you couldn’t resist him. Giving in, you begged, “God, just fuck me, John.”

He made a sound of appreciation, deep and reverberating, the kind you could feel in your own chest. Leaning up over you, his icy blue eyes came to meet yours. “Now, was that really that hard?”

You rolled your eyes, suppressing your own smile as you grabbed his neck and leaned up to give him a bruising kiss. Returning the heat immediately, he dropped the act for a moment. Lips moving in tandem with yours, urgency lacing every movement, you felt him get lost in it. Surely enough, as he adjusted over top of you, you felt his hard-on graze your lower stomach. You chased him, hooking a leg over his hip to roll your hips against him. He groaned into your mouth, eyes squeezed shut.

“So impatient today,” John chided. He pulled away and sat up, his hands coming to unhook and discard your bra on the floor. As he went to do the same with your underwear, you breathed a sigh of relief thinking that the torture of his teasing was finally over.

Settling between your thighs, a man in heaven, he brought his mouth close to where you needed him. However, at the last second, his breath dusting your sensitive skin, he turned and brought his lips to the inside of your thigh instead. He still couldn’t hide his smile when you groaned in frustration.

You were in for a hell of a ride. When he got in a teasing mood like this, there was no stopping him.

Beard and mustache picking deliciously against you, he kissed up one thigh. Then, when he almost reached your center again, your breath hitching, he switched to the other thigh. There were some days when he did this that it felt like heaven — days when you were already losing yourself to the feel of him before he even got going. While you tried to conjure up that more present, more patient version of yourself, it didn’t seem possible now. You needed him so badly it ached.

When your fingers found their way into his hair and gave him a light tug in the direction you needed him, he finally let you have your way. He hooked your legs over his shoulders, a small chuckle shaking the broad plane of his back. As he lowered his head, his hooded eyes meeting yours, he purred, “If tha’s really what you want, love. Have it your way.”

With that, he finally brought his tongue to you. Ever so slowly, he licked into you, drawing a gasp from your chest. Sliding his hands up from your hips to hold the sides of your stomach, his tongue made a twin journey up to your clit. He flicked his tongue a few times, slowly testing you.

Though it was all too slow for your liking, he steadily built up the pace. The scrape of his beard. The flick of his tongue. The reverb of his moan as you tugged on his strands. It was a delicious cycle, speeding up each time through.

You let your head tip back into the pillow as you finally felt that tension in your stomach — a coil winding tighter and tighter. Your breath was ragged now, your legs already bracing around John’s head.

“Yes,” you panted, eyes squeezed shut. “Just like that. I’m so- I’m so clo-”

Right as you were about to crest that hill, John pulled away all at once. Your orgasm dissipated like a wave against the beach — there one moment and gone the next.

You whipped your head up to look at him, disbelief and righteous fury in your eyes. You were met only with a hungry, conniving smirk from the infuriatingly sexy man between your thighs. In this moment, even with his beard and the signs of age on his face, he didn’t seem a day older than the first time you had seen this smirk. The John Price that smirked in triumph at you now was the same as the John Price who had done it for the first time nearly a decade earlier. Had you not just had euphoria ripped away from you, you probably would’ve been more sentimental about this revelation.

“Jonathan Price, I swear to god-”

You were cut off by another one of his chuckles. He licked his lips slowly, making sure you watched as he tasted you. “Still too stressed, love. Don’t think you’re ready yet.”

“You teasing asshole,” you huffed, but the edge was lost to it.

It only made him smirk even more. “Fine,” he acquiesced, leaning back down. “Let’s try this again.”

At the same time that his mouth found your clit again, one of his hands traveled down to slip a finger into your dripping entrance. A small moan escaped you at the new sensation. As he started to build you back up again, his mouth and finger moving in tandem, you couldn’t help but forget his past transgressions. All that mattered now was the buildup leading to the big drop, the wonder that John could work between your thighs.

Suddenly, he slipped a second finger into you, drawing a surprised whine from your lips. “Ohh… oh, fuck…”

He groaned in approval, the vibrations of his mouth against you only upping the unbearable pleasure.

You were there again, so close to the edge that you could practically see it. Your body tensed in anticipation of the drop like a rollercoaster. It was just-

John pulled away again, shattering the buildup to your orgasm for the second time.

You let out a pained hybrid of a groan and a whine. Now, rather than annoyance coursing its way through you, all you had was desperation. “Fuck! John, please!”

“Hmmm, there we go,” he mused. “Now we’re gettin’ somewhere.”

“Please let me come, baby,” you pleaded. “I need it so bad.”

Pushing himself up, your heart sunk at the thought that he might keep teasing you and leave you hanging. Though he was never, ever one to leave you wanting, you were too far out of it to think straight anymore. All you knew was that you needed him and he was holding that just out of reach.

Instead, he climbed up to lean over you. With a gentle hand, he cradled your jaw, making you look at him. Your slick glistened on his chin and beard. His pupils were blown wide, the icy blue of them nearly lost to it. With how much self control he had, his eyes and the tent in his boxers were the only indications that he was as affected by this as you were.

“D’ya think you’re ready for me, beautiful? Think you can take me?”

You nodded immediately, still breathless. “Need you so bad, baby. Please. I can take it.”

He searched your eyes for a moment before nodding. “That’s my girl.”

Finally, he stripped off his boxers, revealing his red, leaking cock. You couldn’t stop the small whine you made at the sight, your need for him overriding any coherent thought.

John pushed into you in one swift stroke, drawing your nails to scrape across his back. The stretch was delicious, tearing you apart and soothing the insatiable ache in your core at the same time.

“Feel so fuckin’ perfect. So fuckin’ perfect for me,” he praised. If the feeling of him seated inside you wasn’t already enough to set you ablaze, his praise was. It always was.

His arms came to rest by either side of your head as he leaned down and stole a heated kiss from your lips. Then, he drew himself slowly out of you before sharply driving back into you again. Your body shook with the force of it, forcing you to break from his lips as you let out the most lewd moan of the night.

But, of course, that was just the beginning. John continued like that, fucking you harder with every quick snap of his hips until the only sound in your bedroom was the slap of skin on skin and both of your grunts and moans of pleasure.

“This what you needed, baby?” John asked, voice gravelly and breathy. “You needed to get fucked this good?”

Your voice caught in your throat, a strangled sound coming out in place of an affirmation.

He sped up his pace, his cock hitting so deep within you that you had to squeeze your eyes shut. He groaned, “My good girl. Always workin’ so bloody hard. You deserve this — deserve to just let me take care of you.”

Your pussy clenched around him at his praise, drawing groans from you both. You clawed at his back, searching for some sort of tether in the tidal wave of pleasure you were trapped in now. For the third time tonight, you could see the salvation of your orgasm on the horizon. Having been denied it so many times, its immensity and force was almost alarming.

Though you were too lost in John to think clearly, you were able to gasp out one plea. “Don’t stop! Baby, don’t- don’t stop!”

Rhythm growing sloppy, John assured, “Not gonna stop this time. Been so fuckin’ good for me. Come for me, love.”

That’s all it took to have you falling apart on his cock, the tension in your stomach snapping in an overwhelming flood of euphoria. Breath catching in your chest as you rode out the high, John continued to fuck you through it, murmuring deep praises all the while.

Just as you were coming back down to earth, your body finally feeling like it was yours again, John was nearing his high.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” He groaned, head lowered by your ear. With a few more sloppy thrusts, he was burying himself to the hilt in you, his warm cum coating your walls. You gasped at the feeling as he ground his hips into yours a little.

Still propped on his arms, he sagged down over you, his breath ragged like yours. You dragged a hand up from his shoulder blade and into his hair, letting your fingers card through the soft strands as John came back to you and pulled out. Then, he lifted up enough to meet your gaze again. He took you in for a moment before leaning down and giving you one last heated kiss.

The two of you clearly spent, he leaned his forehead against yours after he broke away. He brought a large, calloused hand to brush against your cheek.

“You’re so bloody gorgeous,” he mused. “I love you.”

You smiled, leaning into his touch. “I love you.”

“Feelin’ better?”

“So much better,” you answered. The stress and pressure you had felt for days was gone now, replaced only with the feeling of John. For the first time in a long time, you truly felt relaxed.

“I told you I could fix it,” he said triumphantly, wiggling an eyebrow at you.

After taking a moment to clean you both up, John crawled back into bed and shifted to spoon you from behind. With his strong arm over your stomach and your legs intertwined, you let him envelop you. As sleep slowly pulled you under, the only thought on your mind was him.

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dragoncookies · 7 months

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The Unlocked Healing Center Scene

There are many, MANY scenes in which you could pick apart the ever-loving shit out of Fitz's dialogue and his actions, or just look at how his character is treated from the POV the scene is being told from and compare that to what objectively might be happening.

But one of my favorite's has got to be the Unlocked healing center scene from Keefe's POV, because GOLLY was Fitz just bagged on in that scene, in an almost undetectable way.

(This also isn't meant to be hate on Keefe btw. He's a fine character, not my absolute favorite, but there's no reason to hate on him. It just so happens that Keefe's POV of Fitz is especially patronizing in this scene).

First of all, Shannon starts the scene with presenting us with how lonely and sad he was, just straight up:

”sadness

Nervousness

Regret

Loneliness

Plus a hefty dash of anger.

Coming straight from Fitz” (-Unlocked, idk what page lmao).

I mean, the man was grieving. He just broke up with his maybe girlfriend AND lost the only chance he had to finding his terrorist older brother (who might or might not want to end him and who has caused him and his family immense stress/trauma for the past 4 books if not their entire lives to a degree) in one fell swoop (because of the maybe girlfriend he trusted a lot, not to mention Fitz values trust almost more than he does love so you could basically say the girl he loved).

Me personally? I would just cease to exist after that, but here we have sad, nervous, regretful, lonely and angry Fitz in the healing center waiting for his maybe-bro to wake up.

Once Keefe DID wake up, Fitz was nothing if not worried for Keefe and trying to comfort Keefe. Fitz was obviously GENUINELY worried for Keefe. Look at this:

”Fitz tore a hand through his boringly perfect hair. ‘I get why your mad. But I’m only trying to help. I know what you’re going through-‘

’Right-you totally know what it’s like to have you mom do deadly experiments on you,’ Keefe muttered. ‘I must’ve forgotten that part of the Vacker history.”

’Maybe not,’ Fitz conceded, ‘but I know what it’s like to have a traitor in the family. And I also remember how scary it is to wake up in one of these cots after being brutally attacked-just like I know how hard it is to talk about what’s wrong, because it feels like you’re admitting the Neverseen beat you. But they only win if you keep pretending everything’s normal, because you end up making the damage permanent.’

’I’m not damaged-‘

‘You’re right. That’s the wrong word.’ Fitz blew out a breath. ‘Look, all I’m trying to say is that I wouldn’t be walking right now if I hadn’t let Elwin help me. I probably wouldn’t even be alive. So I want to make sure you get the help you need-and you do need it, Keefe. No matter what you believe. But accepting help doesn’t make you weak. It just means you’re taking care of yourself.’”

Such an underrated Fitz moment, imo.

First and foremost, lets just take a second to point out the "boringly perfect" hair comment. I don't know why this stuck out to me, but it shows how differently these two characters think. While Fitz has his hair styled "perfectly" because its been his lifestyle to maintain a perfect façade, here we can see that Keefe STILL doesn't understand just what goes beyond this perfect façade of Fitz's. Keefe values freedom, loves rebellion, and his hairstyle reflects that. Keefe makes it messy, but a masterpiece. To Keefe, Fitz's hair is just generic and standard. Perfect, well presenting, but it follows the standard of whatever is considered "perfect" to elves, so we can see that it is repulsive to Keefe's nature.

This is much the same as how much Keefe sees the scale of what Alvar's disappearance has done to the Vacker Family. Keefe continues to reject the idea that the Vackers aren't as perfect as he once believed. As soon as Fitz even mentioned the idea of empathy for Keefe, the idea of relating to him, Keefe immediately rejects it, and rejects the idea that Fitz could have gone through any mental/emotional turbulence as a result of the horrendous situations Alvar has put him and his family through. I mean, for crying out loud, Fitz had literally tried to kill his brother in an emotional mess of conflicting feelings and guilt just two books ago, and unheard of crime for the elves. Fitz had to spend weeks and WEEKS in the healing center. Keefe was there when Alvar, on his deathbed, described how the "Vacker Legacy" was what drove him to a life of crime.

Yes, Keefe was having a rough time to put it lightly, but taking it out on others isn't justified (if you want to be mad at Fitz for taking his anger out on others, now you have to be mad at Keefe for taking his emotional distress out on his friend). We can certainly understand it, but we can't justify it, and because the POV is from a likable character, we're more willing to trust what the character says. Since Keefe presents Fitz's actions in a way that makes them seem appalling and jerk-y, and if Keefe presents this idea in his POV that Fitz is always Mr. Perfect and never has trouble in his family, then the readers are more likely to believe that. Objectively, based on what Fitz is saying and doing, we can see he's struggled and is struggling a lot. Fitz had to have worked on learning to receive help himself (asking for help is a SKILL, believe it or not) in order to truly explain how important it is to Keefe in the way he did.

Who just says "Accepting help doesn't make you weak, it just means you're taking care of yourself" and doesn't mean it in the kindest, most sincerest way ever?

Not just Keefe can take this advice, anyone should.

Side note: I also feel like he gave himself bad flashbacks to when he called Sophie damaged in book two when he accidentally used the word here. Ouch.

At another point in this scene, Keefe also shows how irrational he can be, as Fitz is simply trying to do the right thing and get Keefe the help he needs, and Keefe is ABSOLUTELY DEMONIZING Fitz for it. Keefe's health was Fitz's priority, and Fitz didn't necessarily care if he stepped on Keefe's toes to get him the help that he couldn't see he needed (Sophie was in the room as this point):

Unlocked page 561:

“‘Uh, you should probably step back, Sophie,’ Fitz warned. ‘I think your emotions are too strong for him.’

’No, they’re not!’ Keefe argued-and wow,did his voice sound strained. He cleared his throat and tried again. ‘Nothings wrong. I swear, I’m fine.’

’He keeps saying that,’ Fitz told her-because he was begging for a face-punch. And if the world hadn’t gotten so spinny, Keefe might’ve given it to him when Fitz added, ‘But Keefe’s been picking up all our emotions without even trying. And he’s always been able to do that with you, so I think you’re overwhelming him right now.’

’Okay, I’m done liking Captain Perfectpants,’ Ro announced.

‘Keefe was right there with her-which was probably why he blurted out, ‘Uh, for the record, most of the emotions are coming from you, Fitzy. You wouldn’t happen to have some unresolved feelings for anyone in this room, would you?’”

I'm not gonna lie, if somebody read my emotions and called me out on something that I was VERY touchy about, and was a relatively new blow, I would just leave the room. That was an A class jerk move right there.

Not saying Keefe IS a jerk, because all the characters have acted jerk-y in the series and everyone has their moments, but it was still pretty rude of Keefe to make that comment. What’s annoying is that nobody in the books seemed to react as though it is rude when Keefe makes these kinds of comments. If it was anybody else who had said that, there would be an apology required in order for that character to be redeemed.

Keefe also literally wanted to PUNCH Fitz, because Fitz was...making sure Keefe stayed alive? Because Fitz cared enough about Keefe's health to make sure the details were pressed out and make sure the facts of the situation were clear? So Elwin could actually do his job??

Keefe hated Fitz in this moment because Fitz was being a practical, helpful guy, but from Keefe's perspective it just makes Fitz look like an asshole.

Ro’s unsolicited opinions are also very unhelpful, since Ro is written to be in support of what Keefe wants (or just in support of whatever will make Sokeefe happen…she’s kind of creepy about her Sokeefe obsession ngl), it makes her more likable and therefore the readers are more likely to trust what she says or take her opinion as their own.

But Ro saying things like “I’m done liking Captain Perfect Pants” is rude, because it 1), insinuates she will only like someone based on how much they please her, and 2) denotes him to his perfect facade, which undermines his brilliant and complex character.

Eventually, Keefe tried to apologize to Sophie in a telepathic conversation. He didn’t remotely consider apologizing to Fitz.

I mean, Keefe was crazy terrified and hurting but...I don’t get how when Fitz was hurt and acted out he was suddenly “toxic and trash”, but when Keefe did the exact same thing nobody said anything.

And nobody even knows Fitz is hurt because nobody asks him. Nobody talks to him about how hard the Alvar situation is for him because they’re scared he’ll just get mad and yell at them, or they just assume he’s just mad about it and wanted to kill Alvar.

Is nobody going to see that there’s some deep emotional/mental trauma to unpack here? Is he always just going to have to help himself all the time?

At least Keefe has people who understand him, who are willing to talk to him about what’s wrong and help him through it. He had a seriously traumatic childhood, and I’m not comparing their trauma or anything, that’s not what I’m trying to do. What I am trying to say is, Keefe’s got a whole crew of people helping him, people who want to make sure he’s okay, people who care for him, and he rejects it, deems them annoying in Fitz’s case, and just discounts the effort and energy they spend on him.

There is a lot more to unpack from this scene, but it’s mostly all along a similar vein of what I talked about here (this is long enough haha). There are also tons of little details about the Vackers in Unlocked that just emphasize how pressured Fitz is into the Vacker mold, and how the Alvar drama just makes it worse.

For example: reading Fitz’s registry file, it says that it is “highly suggested that he choose someone on his match list” because of how dragged the Vacker name already is. So when people want to get upset with him for choosing "his reputation over Sophie", we have text evidence that its more complicated than that. Fitz isn't just choosing between being liked by the world and the person he likes, he's choosing whether or not to maintain a level of peace within his family at his own sacrifice. SPOILERS! (if you haven't read stellarlune don't read the rest of this paragraph). Eventually it was his sacrifice, because as of stellar lune, Sokeefe is official. Fitz couldn't repair things with Sophie quick enough, so she moved on.

It also mentions in Keefe’s detention slip write ups about how people actually hassle Biana and Fitz at Foxfire for Alvar being apart of the Neverseen. Because of their family, because of the Alvar drama, Fitz and Biana can't go to school without people bullying them.

Theres also this sad note in Fitz’s Base Quest instructions where Fitz writes about how you can use you special abilities while playing base quest, but included a little side note that said “but it's no fun when you turn invisible the whole time and hide Alvar!” Which just insinuates that Alvar would turn invisible and leave to go do whatever else he wanted while Fitz still thought they were playing. :(

Depressing.

#kotlc #fitz vacker #keeper of the lost cities #keefe sencen #kotlc headcanon #kotlc fitz #sophie foster #kotlc sophie #kotlc stellarlune #kotlc keefe #kotlc unlocked #kotlc unraveled #kotlc keefe sencen #kotlc fandom

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dad!matty is everything to me. maybe something with reader having a grand reveal that she is pregnant and matty losing his mind and after the news he always keeps his hand on her belly AHHHHh!

when we are together - matty healy

future dad!matty healy x reader

fluff

warnings: emetophobia, pregnancy, simp matty

a/n: at first i loved this, then i hated it, and now i think i like it. i hope you do too. also to everyone that sent requests, i saw them and i’m working on them but it’s going to take a while! thank you for your patience <3

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i thought the nausea was just a consequence of the migraine i had at the beginning of the week. for the past month, i’ve been trying to adapt to my new job. i’ve been working at the same place for almost a year, but recently i moved to a new department, and everything has been so stressful that i haven’t been sleeping or eating enough, but it’s been two days, and i am once again spilling whatever i had for dinner down the toilet.

it’s 3 a.m. and matty has been to go to the studio early in the morning, so i decided not to wake him up. but when i hear our bedsheets rustle a little louder and the sound of the bathroom door sliding open, i realize it was no use.

“oh baby,” he says softly and reaches towards the counter to grab a hair tie. he runs his fingers through my hair and puts it in a loose ponytail to keep it out of my face. “let go, you’re alright.”

he sits with me until after i’m done throwing up, his hands running up and down my back. i try to use the feeling of him to control my breathing.

“sorry i woke you up,” i say, still breathing heavily after a long silence, my arms propped on the toilet seat and my face still hovering over the toilet bowl, just in case.

“don’t apologize, darling” he squeezes my left shoulder and leaves a little kiss. i turn my face to look at him, eyebrows frowned, and lips pursed “i’m worried about you.”

“i probably got a stomach bug or something.”

i see his sleepy face flash with the sudden realization, “when was the last time you got you’re period?”

as soon as i hear those words, i feel a wave of panic wash over me. i was supposed to have my period almost two weeks ago. my period was mostly regular, maybe some days earlier or later, but never weeks. with all the stress and meetings at work, i must’ve forgotten about it.

“oh shit”

he tries not to laugh at my reaction, seeming too calm about this situation. we’ve talked about having children someday, but this is so sudden. we have nothing planned.

“i can run to the store and grab a few tests,” he says before i start overthinking. hands moving to cup my cheek so i can focus on him, his warm skin contrasting the cold toilet seat. “if you want that, of course.”

“yeah”

“okay, let me just grab a shirt then” he moves to stand up, way too excited for someone who woke up in the middle of the night to his girlfriend vomiting. but i quickly grab his arm, pulling him closer.

“matty, wait,” he shuffles closer to me and i hug his arm tighter. “and what if i really am pregnant?”

“we’ll do whatever you want,” he grabs my hand, pressing a kiss to my knuckles. “you know i’d love to have a baby with you, and i understand if now it’s not the best moment. but we could work it out, right? we’re in love, we’re settled, and we’re surrounded by people who love and care for us; we’d be alright.”

i nod and take a deep breath, feeling much happier and calmer about the situation. and also very grateful to have someone so understanding and loving by my side.

“do you want to lay for a bit, or do you want to stay here in case the nausea comes back?” he asks, still holding my hand.

“i’ll lay down, i don’t think there’s anything left”

slowly, he stands up and helps me get up. i turn to the sink and he helps me hold my balance on the counter, standing behind me while i brush my teeth and holding my waist so i can stand up straight.

“you know i love you no matter what, right?” i feel his lips moving against my hair after i spit out the toothpaste. “and having a baby would just make me love you even more.”

i turn around and wrap my arms around him, hiding my face in the crook of his neck and leaving a kiss there. “i love you too.”

matty helps me to bed and adjusts my pillow before grabbing a used shirt and his wallet. he sits with me for a while. calloused fingers stroking my hair softly and his low voice telling me i’ll be alright. we’ll be alright. he pecks my lips before telling me he’ll be right back.

before i can even hear our front door closing, my thoughts are already taken over by little feet, bouncy curls, and big brown eyes.

–

i realize i had fallen asleep only when i feel matty’s fingers brushing my hair away from my face and his lips pressing against my forehead. “you ready?” he whispers

we make our way to the bathroom, and i take the three tests he bought. i place them next to the sink and he sets a timer. before i can feel the anxiety creeping in once again, matty pulls me into his arms and rests his chin on the top of my head.

“i don’t know if this is more scary or exciting,” i whisper and wrap my arms around his waist tightly.

“i know, baby. but we’re in this together, okay? i’ll be here for anything you need.”

he runs his fingers through my hair, and i leave a kiss on his chest. the room is quiet for a while; the only noise i can hear are our breaths and his heartbeat. the silence makes my earlier thoughts come back. pink chubby cheeks, little hands wrapping around my finger. high-pitched giggles echoing throughout the house.

“i think we’d make pretty cool babies,” he says after a while, reading my thoughts.

“yeah?”

“yeah,” i can feel his grin on the top of my head. “half me, half you? that’s a recipe for the coolest kid ever.”

we stand holding each other in the middle of the bathroom until the timer goes off. hiding my smile on his chest as he kisses my head. when the ringtone echoes in the cold bathroom, i feel a rush of adrenaline running through my veins, and i’m pretty sure my hands start to shake.

“i’m not sure if i can look” i let a nervous laugh out and cover my face; he lifts a hand and softly caresses my arm.

“do you want to do it together? or do you want me to look first?”

“no…no, let’s do it together.” i cup his face and give him a chaste kiss.

matty takes each of the tests out of the little cup and turns it around. and as soon as he does, i see the two little red lines, and before i can even process it, matty is already looking at me, waiting for my reaction. but i can see the twinkle in his eyes and the smile he is trying to hold back and i let out a laugh.

“i’m pregnant,” my eyes crowd with happy tears threatening to spill over “we’re having a baby!”

“yeah?” he asks, fully smiling now. i can just nod. and smile.

matty wraps his arms tightly around my waist and lifts me, peppering kisses all over my face. his laugh mixed with sobs. i hold him just as tightly.

“oh darling, i love you so much.” his voice is muffled as he rests his head on the crook of my neck, tears of joy dampening my skin.

“i love you too, matty,” i reply, nuzzling my face in his hair “i can’t wait to see you with our little baby.”

i feel his grip tighten around me, more than i thought possible. face still hidden in my neck and leaving little kisses there.

“you’re going to be the hottest mum ever.” he lifts his head to give me a heartfelt kiss when i start laughing, “best mum too.”

–

it’s been a few weeks since we found out i’m pregnant, so to enjoy the little free time the boys had before going back on tour, matty and i decided to host a sunday lunch at our house. we haven’t told the news to anyone besides our parents. we wanted to enjoy it by ourselves for a bit, even though i worried at first that denise’s enthusiasm would give it away.

i was chopping up some peaches for the pasta salad recipe i saw on tiktok while sitting on a stool. i usually would do this standing up, but matty has been watching over me like a hawk and insisted that i sit down, saying that i shouldn’t overwork my body. whatever that means, i guess. i haven’t even started showing yet, i can’t even imagine how he will act when my bump starts growing.

he comes into the kitchen carrying a few packs of beer and some of the extra ingredients i asked him to buy, and settles everything on the counter. he steals a small piece of the peach i’ve been cutting and comes behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and pressing a sloppy kiss to my cheek.

“how are you feeling, my love?” he asks, moving his right hand to rest on my stomach. i stop what i am doing and turn my head to face him.

“i’m good, i think the nausea phase might be coming to an end.” he nods and i place my hand on top of his. “you’re gonna have to be more discreet, y’know?”

“what do you mean?” he frowns and i fight the urge to run my thumb over the crease between his eyebrows.

“i mean that if we’re going to keep a secret, you can’t be with your hands on my tummy all the time!” i explain while holding back a laugh. “and you also can’t treat me as if i was made of glass.”

“but i want to feel her!” he protests and his frown gets deeper as he tries to prove his point by pushing his hand more firmly on my belly. i move both of my hands to cup his face.

“baby, there is nothing to feel yet.” i try to be serious, but matty’s desolate face sends me into a fit of giggles, “and you don’t even know if it is a her, we won’t know for a few months still.”

my attempt to reason with him completely fails as his face turns into one of shock, as if the things i was saying were the most absurd he’s ever heard “oh, i know we are having a little girl, alright? i’m a hundred percent certain.”

still laughing at my boyfriend’s antics, i give up on reasoning and entirely turn around, wrapping my arms around his neck and bringing his lips to mine.

–

adam and carly were the first ones to arrive, with little baby hann clinging onto both of their hands. soon, ross arrived with his girlfriend, anna, and matty started grilling the burgers, knowing that george and charli would most likely be late as usual. after our talk in the kitchen, he sulked but understood that he couldn’t be on me all the time or it would look suspicious. sure, he is an affectionate person, but with how he acted, everyone would notice that there was something more to it. still, he would go out of his way to pull my chair and refill my water while not subtly caressing my belly.

i had told everyone i wouldn’t be able to drink since i would have a medical checkup the following day and had to do some routine blood tests. which wasn’t exactly a lie, but i was leaving some crucial information out, of course. so when george and charli showed up with an entire jar of clericot, i knew we’d have some problems.

she bought my excuse at first, sharing most of the drink she made with carly and anna, but after two glasses, she started getting a little persistent.

“girl, i made this whole jar of clericot just because i know you like it!” charli complained, almost pouting at this point. and it really is one of my favorite beverages for the summer, but it’s not worth it. i can see matty at the grill giving me not-so-subtle glances as if to say, ‘don’t do it’.

“i can’t, charli, it’ll mess up my tests,” i tried to reason while nibbling on a slice of seasoned peach, but george’s girlfriend is just as stubborn as my own boyfriend.

“oh c’mon, just one glass won’t hurt,” she protested. “it’s not like you’re pregnant.”

as soon as the words leave her mouth, my eyes widen and matty turns his head so quickly that it might’ve given him whiplash. so much for being discreet. we exchange looks while my brain works to come up with something to back up my excuse.

“well, uhm, i–those are some very important tests i got to do.”

“oh yeah? what are they for?” carly–who usually would just watch and laugh at our banter–joins in, not at all convinced by my excuse.

“cholesterol?”

no one responds. the girls are exchanging suspicious glances with george and adam–whose little boy on his lap is too preoccupied with his toy cars to pay attention to the conversation–as i turn to matty, begging for some backup. he just looks at me nervously and shrugs.

“that is such bullshit!” ross, who had been helping matty at the grill, exclaims after almost a full minute of silence.

matty comes up behind me with a big smile and wraps his arms around my shoulder. “just tell them at this point, love,” he whispers just for me to hear and leaves an encouraging kiss on my neck.

“well?” charli asks, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. as well as everyone else’s in the room. i take a final look at matty before turning back to them.

“we’re pregnant!” i exclaim, now smiling so widely my cheeks hurt.

all i can hear is the cheer and the laughter from our friends as matty presses several kisses to my cheek before they come to congratulate us. i stand up from my chair as soon as adam pulls matty into a hug and ross is the first one to embrace me, soon followed by charli.

the day resumes with a toast and lots of smiles after the food is served. adam and carly tell us stories of their baby boy, and george reminds us of all the anecdotes of the boys in their pre-teens. and i can’t help but think how it will be when our little one meets its lovely uncles and aunties.

#matty healy x reader #matty healy fluff #the 1975 #matty healy fanfiction #matty healy fic #matty x reader #the 1975 fanfic #dad!matty

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Eye for an Eye Pt.6

MASTERLIST (and information about Palestine) Please read!

SYNOPSIS: Your body yearned for the touch of your girlfriend, the warm embrace that calmed your mind but you couldn't give in, the anger you harboured for her at disappearing with her group for three months without any warning, explanation or even a mention of when she would be back stopped you in your tracks any time you got close to giving in. You loved Abby so much but looking at her made you sick, you couldn't push the feelings down no matter how much you craved for things to go back to what they once were. You hadn't planned this but the anguish in those green eyes mirrored yours and sucked you in before you could think twice about the repercussions of your actions. You made your bed when you made the deal with the auburn-haired stranger, eventually you'd have to lie in it.

MDNI smut!!!!

I want to quickly stress that this is a darker fic and there will be a lot of darker, possibly triggering themes to do with mental health throughout so take that as a warning. I likely won't do warnings for each part because part of this fic for me is that you don't know what's going to happen until you read it so please do not read if you find graphic descriptions of mental illness and topics surrounding that triggering (this includes suicide, be warned). But if you do read, thank you so much, this story is really important to me and I appreciate any interaction whatsoever!

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The only sound you could hear on your walk back to the stadium from the theatre was your heartbeat thumping in your ears, your entire body was throbbing and tingling, you had just told Ellie everything, the sense of doom slowly caging you in like dark clouds do to signal a storm is on its way. You should be grateful really, no screams and moans of infected, no humvees coming to search for the missing traitor, but you’d take anything over this mind-bending silence. There’s nothing to ground you, nothing to keep you in reality. You try and keep yourself calm but you’re on your own, there was no one keeping you in check, no one to remind that you exist and that you’re alive, just you and the Seattle roads that rain was bouncing off the surface of.

When did it start to rain?

You hadn’t noticed the torrential onslaught, soaking you to the bone, sending painful chills through your body, you hadn’t noticed the way it dropped off your eyelashes and ran down your cheeks, maybe that same path had been numbed from all the tears you had shed.

I don’t remember turning down here. Why did I turn down here? Fuck.

Alarm bells sounded in your mind as you backtracked to the main road, you just needed to make it to the stadium, you tried to breathe, shaky inhales and exhales racking your body, inflating and deflating your chest. Your thoughts swam and collided together, shrieking and crying, you just needed to get back to the stadium.

Five things I can see

Rain, an overturned car, a tree, my hands, the stadium. Okay not long now.

Four things I can hear

My heartbeat, my breathing, the rain, a runner crying. Oh that’s... comforting.

Three things I can touch

My jeans, my hair, the ground. I don’t remember falling over, fuck my knee hurts. Focus.

Two things I can smell

Blood, and the rain. I think I’ve said the rain too much.

One thing I can taste

Abby’s lips. Fuck, when the fuck did I get back here? I’m kissing her.

Your eyes snapped open as you jumped away from Abby’s sleeping form, you had pecked her but you had no idea how long you’ve been here, you’re in pyjamas and there’s no blood on you so you must’ve showered but the last thing you remember is smelling the rain mixing with the moss and grass that had overtaken the city and now you were laying in Abby’s bed, kissing her sweet lips that had tormented you with their silence for all too long. You forced yourself back into the bed and pressed your hands over your lips to muffle the sobs that you could no longer control. You could barely breathe, panic taking you in its grasp and caressing your skin, setting it on fire as you tried desperately not to wake your sleeping girlfriend.

You had no idea how long you’ve cried but when you finally work up the courage to spare a glance over your shoulder, Abby is sleeping peacefully beside you, you brush a stray hair from her face and will yourself to go to sleep, to forget for just awhile the nightmare that encompasses you in consciousness.

The exhaustion took over and eventually you succumbed to a restless sleep, only then did Abby crack her eyes open and peer over at you with a confused look. She had stirred as you entered the room but she was still too tired to move, she felt your lips press to hers and as soon as they were there, they were gone as you ripped yourself away, gasping and sobbing until you slept. She had woken up once before and noted your absence from the room but that had to have been hours ago so hearing you come back only confused her more, she was going to ask but the way you had reacted to kissing her stopped her dead in her tracks and now she lay awake contemplating whether she should ask or if she’d just end up pushing you further away.

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Abby sat with Manny in the canteen, she had left you asleep in the room in need of some space to clear her head, she had been so in her head recently with the deaths of her friends that she was starting to wonder if she had imagined you going back to normal around her, that she had dreamt it up to provide some solace but that didn’t feel right. She needed reassurance and she felt wrong asking for it from you.

“Manny, does she seem okay to you?”

“Hm? Oh, well you two seem fine, you know she isn’t really talking to the group again yet but from what I’ve seen you look the gross lovebirds you were before. Why do you ask?”

“I don’t know, it’s just been a lot and I think I said something the other day when she was comforting me about... you know.” Neither of them could bare to say their late friends' names. “I’m scared she’s gonna pull away from me again.” Manny opened his mouth to reply but a shadow looming over the table stopping him.

“Hey Melon, you okay?” Manny greeted her with a smile that she was yet to return. There were bags under her eyes and a permanent frown etched into her features. Her eyes were glassy and bloodshot and only made Abby’s nerves spike.

“I need you guys to follow me.” She doesn’t wait, she just starts walking, leaving Abby and Manny to share dumbfounded looks as they followed in silence. “I’m not supposed to be showing you this so you cannot tell anyone.” Her voice was foreboding as she led them down to the morgue, rows upon rows of body bags, the stench was suffocating as they all coughed into their arms.

“Why are we down here Mel?” Abby said still covering her mouth and nose with her sleeve.

“I’m really sorry guys.” She unzipped the bag to show them Nora’s mangled corpse, it was hard to even tell it was a person at first, but the look in Mel’s eyes left no room for denial.

“Oh my god.” Manny breathed as he gagged.

Abby could barely feel her feet on the ground, her vision blurred and her ears rang, she couldn’t get enough air into her lungs as the world span and she stumbled out of the room that felt like it was collapsing in on her. She just kept walking and walking until she had no idea what quiet corridor she had stumbled into and collapsed against the wall, the tears fell and fell, waves cascading from her eyes, swelling her lips and making it hard to breathe, she felt sick as she clutched onto her stomach and tried to force her brain to calm before she had a full blown panic attack. She tried to focus on anything other than Nora’s lifeless body, her patrol schedules, the routes, you, your strange behaviour last night... Where had you gone last night? Something twisted in her gut and she was moving quicker and quicker towards Rocky’s office. She needed to see the patrol assignments.

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“Hey babe!” Your voice called throughout Abby’s room as you heard the door open and close. She watched as you emerged from the bathroom with just a towel wrapped around you, slinking over to her with a dark look in your eyes. “You weren’t here when I woke up, was gonna come look for you in a second.” Abby went to speak but she was frozen as you looped your arms around her neck and pulled her into an earth-shattering kiss. All her focus went to your lips caressing hers, the feel of your tongue lapping at hers, the way your body pressed itself into every ounce of space between you until there was none left. Her arms hooked round your waist as she sighed into the kiss, completely transfixed by you.

Her brows furrowed as one of your hands left its place around her neck and shuffled between your bodies but her eyes snapped open at the sound of your towel dropping, leaving you completely bare in front of her hungry eyes that devoured you more with every second.

“Strip.” Your voice was sultry, dark, it only drew her in further as she complied with your command, each step she took closer to you as she tried to rid herself of her clothing, you took a step back with a giggle. She frowned and rushed more, almost tripping over as she kicked her cargos off. She lunged at you and you let her sweep you off your feet, wrapping your legs round her waist and squeezing. She caught your lips in a fiery kiss once again, a hand coming to rest on the back of your head as she walked you down the steps of her room towards her bed, she felt your fingers snake around her neck and squeeze enough to make blood rush in her head, eliciting a guttural groan from deep inside her.

It was a mess of breathy moans into each other’s lips, the clashing of teeth and tongue, the grabbing and clawing, the marking of soft skin, it was all the pent-up emotions releasing and floating into the space around you. For Abby, this was comfort, this was a reconciliation, one that she desperately needed. For you, it was a distraction, from Ellie, from all that you had done, for you, it was a goodbye.

She lowered you down onto her bed, immediately climbing on top of you and pressing a thigh to your cunt as you lifted yours that was sandwiched between her thighs to press against her core. A symphony of gasps and groans filled the room as you each felt the friction igniting sparks within you. Abby bit down on your bottom lip as you gripped her hair at her scalp and yanked.

“Fuck I needed this so bad, I love you babe, I’ve missed you.” Abby’s voice was a distant echo in the furthest corner of your brain as you chased your high, each grinding in motion with each other as your body’s tangled closer and closer together. You caught her lips in a fiery kiss so you didn’t have to speak, didn’t have to tell her you loved her back, that lie might break your subconscious altogether. You moaned into her mouth letting her muffle your sounds as you both inched towards your release.

Your bodies tensed and spasmed as all your nerves felt like they were on fire and with a couple harsh thrusts of your clit against her toned thigh, the muscles rippling under the skin, you came undone, arching your back and clawing at hers as a string of profanities fell from your lips. Abby followed almost immediately after with a whimper before her body relaxed and she collapsed all of her weight on you.

It had been rushed and passionate but all it did was confirm the loss of your feelings for her. Her fingers squeezing at your waist felt like knives, her breath on your chest felt ice cold and her weight on your body could have been a boulder crushing and suffocating you. All of the things you had loved about sex with her, loved about after sex with her, only made you hate her more.

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The day was quiet, you and Abby lounging together as Abby reads while you listen to endless records, music had always grounded you, given you something to focus on.

“What are you reading?” You pressed. It was getting easier to act normal around her, it was easier to pretend when you knew it would be over soon. Good memories, that’s all you wanted to think about until you both laid to rest.

“Medea, it’s a Greek tragedy. This wife goes kinda crazy because her husband ditched her for a younger woman. It’s a lot but it’s really good.”

“You’re such a nerd.” She gasps and clutches her chest in feigned hurt. “Hey I never said it was a bad thing.” You both laughed and though there was a sadness in her eyes though she seemed normal with you, everything was going to plan.

The day went on like this until you both turned in for the night as you and Abby both had patrol the next morning. You fell asleep with Abby’s arm over your waist as her back was pressed to your front.

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You were in the theatre, standing on the stage, silence enveloping the large room until hands came to wrap around your waist and a sharp chin found its place on your shoulder as the figure swayed you while pressing soft kisses to your neck.

“I missed you.” They hummed into your skin.

“I missed you too Ellie.” She spun you to face her and the smile creeping across her features was ethereal, a smile you wished you could see more of. Her lips were soft and warm as you each lowered yourselves to the ground, her pressing her weight into you as you wrapped your legs around her waist. The kiss was slow and sweet, an exploration, until she pulled away and it was no longer Ellie gazing down at you lovingly, it was Abby glaring at you with a fire in your eyes.

“How could you do this to me?” She growled and you were frozen, completely paralysed with fear. “I fucking loved you, you traitorous bitch, I’ll kill you for what you’ve done.” Her voice was now a scream as her hands wrapped around your throat and squeezed. She looked into your eyes and smiled as you felt her adjust her grip and within seconds you felt your neck shatter to pieces as she broke it like she would a twig, your body went numb and your surroundings faded to nothing.

“Babe, wake up! You’re having a nightmare.” You could hear screaming, distant and quiet as hands shook you until your eyes flew open. “Hey it wasn’t real, it was a dream, you’re okay, you’re safe.” Abby’s calm voice sounded above you as you felt her arms wrap you in their grip, tears beginning to fall as what you had dreamt of dawned on you.

I just need this feeling to end.

“What happened babe?” Her sweet voice tickled your forehead where her lips rested.

“I can’t even remember, fuck, thanks for waking me up.” The lie slipped out so easily, it was getting too easy to lie. You sniffled and cuddled into her desperately trying to push the dream out of your mind and make your lie the truth.

a/n: Hi sorry for the hiatus but I am back and friends never pt23 is on its way also, I kinda hate this chapter and I'm sorry it's shorter but it's a bit of a filler chapter to move the story along so I apologise, hope you enjoyed anyway and see you in the next one!

tags: @emiliabby @liasxeatt @kawaiibreadbouquet-blog @tphmnv @a-little-bit-of-everybody @chrry1ovr @bready101 @euphternal @elliestwofingers @angelsrotation @drippyop

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wings-of-ink · 2 months

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hi there! just wanted to say i haven’t even finished reading the update yet and i already fell for Duri <33 (seriously, i’m holding out for Rune but literally everyone has apparently decided it is their personal mission to make that as hard as possible. does this mean i will make a new MC for each RO? you bet.)

also! i wanted to mention that you have this powerful ability to make each and every character (human or not) so likeable in their own special way—something i consider incredibly difficult to achieve—and not only that. it’s endlessly fascinating to me how they feel so alive instead of just being words on a screen! and like, i don’t believe i have a particularly vivid imagination, and i admit i struggle sometimes with picturing what the author wants me to see, but the way you describe the world, or how the characters move, as well as their emotions, paints such a clear picture in my mind that it’s genuinely a joy to read.

naturally, i have no idea how long you’ve been writing so this is purely a mere guesswork, but i think you must’ve worked so, so long and hard to get where you’re now, and i just wanted to let you know that it absolutely paid off because it shines through your every word.

this project of yours has quickly become one of my favorite things to turn to when i need to de-stress, so thank you for sharing it with us <3 (also very much looking forward to whatever you have in store next!)

i truly love your writing to bits, and i’m positive that i’m not the first and neither the last to tell you that your work has become one of my major inspirations!

Duri has been our heart-stealer for sure. They are accustomed to thieving things, of course. I love making an MC for each RO in the IFs I read. I like picking out what personality I think pairs well with them, lol. My favorite is probably pairing a playful MC (like Duri) with a serious RO (looking at you, Oswin). Irritate them into love.

So yeah...well, I read your exceedingly kind message three times and cried happy tears every time, lol. I'm not sure what to say other than I am immensely thrilled that you're experience in this world has been so impactful. That matters so much to me, and it keeps me motivated.

I have a story about how I got here that's nearly as long-winded as the demo so far, lol. But I wrote a lot when I was a child through my teen years. I started a lot of books that never got finished, and I wasn't exactly encouraged to keep doing what I loved. It's a whole thing, I stopped writing or reading for fun when I became a grumpy adult in college (thought I tried a couple times and then dropped it again). Lots of stuff both good and bad happened, and I decided one day a few years ago that I have some stories to tell. Even if no one likes them or even sees them, I need to write them. It's the one of the few things in the world that I have passion for that makes me happy.

So, when I read how impactful it is, how fun it is, or how much you enjoy it, that really lights up my world. ^_^

Thank you for the kind message, Nony; I really appreciate it and hope you'll enjoy the rest of this adventure with me.

#Days since I was last moved to tears: 0 #god cursed if #buy stock in kleenex because I'm going through a lot lol

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elfqueen006 · 1 year

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The Lifeguard Part 2

Sunny Day Jack x Reader

--- Tags/CW: summer camp au, camp counselor au, aforementioned murder, angst, rivals to lovers, horror, slasher au. (ik I said "enemies" before but rivals is more fitting for their dynamic) A/N:I make Jack cuss a lot here, Idk if it's fitting. Minors DNI

Jack liked Skylar. He really did.

He liked Ian too, despite his less than effective counseling skills.

He liked both of them. But the stress had caught up with him in the worst way. The bar. Seeing them together. The mention of your name… It just sent him over the edge.

He would like to think that in another life he would’ve been great friends with the two of them. But the remnants of that sweet dream lay six feet under the dirt behind the shed.

It was getting late, so the counselors were wrapping up activities for the day. He snuck behind the cabins, treading carefully till he reached the outhouse shower. Jack spends a long amount of time soaking fully clothed. At first, its’ to see if this is all a dream. When he doesn’t wake up he discards the costume completely and scrubs furiously at his naked body. It doesn’t matter that the washrag here was used by several different people within the week. In Jacks’ mind, his soul is dirtier than anything within these four walls.

Knock, knock.

“Jack?”

Silence.

“Jack, you in there?”

“...What do you want?” He bites out.

“Where have you been, man? Bill’s got everyone in a frenzy! We had to wrap things up early til’ we found you!” You said.

“...I was where you sent me, where else?” Jack said.

“Oh…” a pause. “Oh.”

His blood pressure rises from the snicker you make behind the door. A slight creak indicates your leaning on it.

“Sooo, how was she?”

Jack doesn’t bother switching off the faucet as he flings the door open and stalks towards you menacingly. His yellow eyes are wide and erratic. It pierces something in your chest.

“How was she?” Jack repeated darkly, “How she was, is that what you asked me?”

You stumble back against the cabin wall. “I-I didn’t mean it like-”

“I went to see how she was and I caught your boyfriend between her legs, so you should ask him.”

Your eyes go wide as saucers. You searched his face for humor, a change in expression, fidgeting or any trace of dishonesty though all it held was the cold, hard, truth. Jack bit back a twitch of a smirk on his lips as he watched your face go through different phases of denial. Your ego along with your spirit was crumbling at his words. And he took a sick satisfaction in it. There was, though, still an air of guilt – or rather, a reminder to feel guilty. You had been cheated on after all. But he hasn't acknowledged it too much. After all, the offender was dead and the offended was suffering. It’s about as fair a trade can get.

“Tell Bill I’m taking a sick day.” Jack said coldly.

When he’s done, you are gone. It isn’t as refreshing as he’d hoped. Showering. Though he does admit, unintentionally sticking it to you did give him a needed amount of dopamine to get through the night. He tries not to look at his fingernails so much, though. They are still tinged red at the tips, with remnants of gore stuck underneath.

Jack waits till everyone has gone to sleep to use the lobby’s laundry room. He learned that blood washes out with cold water at a young age. So he’s sure to scrub out the extra dark spots before letting the rest rinse out via a wash cycle. Before putting in the pants though, a phone had fallen out of the back pocket.

Skylar’s phone. Shit.

He’d meant to toss it in the dirt along with Ian’s. But must’ve unconsciously held onto it… as if she’d need it back.

When Jack picks it up it vibrates with a message. From you. The ID reads ‘Bitch <;3’. He has to admit… it is very you.

sky, it reads, sky pick up wut happened at the shed??

…

i know you see this

jack says he saw you with ian. tell me he’s fuckin wit me

Especially with how long the dots float then stop, then float again, indicating you’re trying desperately to figure out what words to say. And then backtracking on them.

sky QUIT leaving me on read i’m so serious rn

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I KNOW YOU SEE THIS BITCH!!!

Jack stops there. Pocketing the phone. He sighs, “Gonna be a long day tomorrow.”

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You texted all through the night. Jack had to eventually turn it on silent and shove it in his nightstand drawer. Though when he woke up and checked it again, there were 50+ messages waiting for him. You hadn’t stopped until two in the morning. It was a virtual moodswing of desperate pleas, cusses, and threatening emojis. As he scrolled back up to the texts from a month before, it seemed as though emojis were really your whole thing. Most notably ones with hearts, laughter, and occasionally the wine emoji.

Jack was almost grateful Skylar wasn’t on the receiving end of either anymore. Whether it be by voice or text, you were a very chatty person.

It was business as usual. Kids clamored to him once more (some were crying, poor dears) and he got an earful from Bill again. The day was so… normal. It was almost as if the dear departed counselors never existed.

FFFFT!

A sharp whistle could be heard across campus. Jack looked over to your high chair and immediately picked up on the drastic change in atmosphere around you.

Instead of your usual lounging, you sat upright with your arms crossed stiffly. Your leg bounced impatiently. In addition to your usual red lifeguard leotard you now wore a pair of black sunglasses.

“Keep the water out of your mouth, David!” You shout, “You wanna catch something?”

A counselor - whose name tag read ‘Shaun’ - came up beside him. “What’s up with the lifeguard? She’s been in a shit mood all day…” He asked.

Jack shrugged, “I couldn’t tell ya.”

Every slight mishap earned the kids a taste of that shrill whistle. He felt bad they had to deal with your sour mood. Of course he knew the cause, and that only added to the guilt…

FFFFT!

He had to put a stop to this.

There was an odd sense of deja vu as he marched up to your high chair. This time he knocked on the ladder. You look down at him through your shades.

“What?” You snap.

“Get down here, I need to talk to you.” Jack said.

“Can’t you see I’m doing something?”

“Y/N-”

“As in my job?”

“Now.”

You narrow your eyes at him before hopping down the chair. You saunter up to him and snatch off your shades. There’s a venomous look in your eyes. “What is it?” You said.

Jack folded his arms. “First off, I appreciate the initiative you’re taking in your position as of late,”

“Thanks. Can I go now?”

“However… I can’t say I agree with the way you’re going about it.”

Your eye twitches and you throw your head back with a bitter laugh. “You’ve gotta be fuckin’ kidding me…” You mutter.

“Far from it, actually.”

“What do you want from me?” You said, “You say you want me to take my job seriously, but now you say you don’t like how I’m doing it? Can you make up your damn mind?!”

Jack then leans down just inches away from your face, “What I want is for you to leave your emotions at the door when mentoring these kids,” He hissed, “And if you can’t do that I will exercise my ability as a counselor to get you removed. Are we clear?”

You held each others’ gazes for a while. And with you already at your lowest, you’d been the first to give in. You sigh, “...Crystal.”

He nods and puts on a big smile, feeling a bit of smug satisfaction. “Good. Enjoy the rest of your shift, Y/N.”

He ignores your muttered demand that he “go to hell” and walks off. Though not without hearing your whistle once more.

FFFT!

“Hey, I’m not kidding about the lake water – cut that shit out!”

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Though you loosened the reins, the kids had avoided you like the plague. The counselors gave you heavy side eye the rest of the day. And once it was time to eat dinner, you asked Bill if you could excuse yourself. He allowed it.

You sat on the steps of the lodge, staring out at the lake. The water was still and began to reflect the deep purple in the sky. Crickets chirped and you even spotted a few fireflies. It was such a calm scene, and yet the whole time you were feeling like shit.

You pull out your phone and go to Skylar’s contact which had been changed from ‘Whore<3’ to ‘Dirty skank die die’. Not your most creative nickname.

All the texts you sent were still on read. Though with all that you’d said, you now wonder if it were better this way. It was like you were a completely different person in these. You always liked to say you weren’t for the drama, but you were certain if you showed this to any reality show host they’d fire everyone on set and make you their star. You hung your head and groaned.

Before you could wallow any further the sound of an engine came close to you. You look up and Sunny Day Jack puts the Moke in neutral and leans over in his drivers’ seat.

“Hey, why the long face, camper? Lose your group?” Jack quips.

“You’re not funny.” You said blandly.

“Well, that’s why I’m a camp counselor first.” Jack said. “Why aren’t you inside?”

“I’m not feeling the menu…” You reply.

“Don’t you always go nuts for spaghetti night?”

“What’s it to you?”

Jack rolls his eyes, “You always scream out that spaghetti night “is your bitch”, so if you’re not managing it like a decent pimp something has to be wrong…”

A twitch of a smirk plays on your lips and you gesture blandly to the lodge with an exaggerated sigh. “My bitch knows her way around the corner. It’ll be fine.”

“If that’s the case then, I’m sure you’d want something to put on your stomach nonetheless…”

“That being…?”

He grins, “I’ve been wanting a change of palette myself. And the local Popov’s just started serving burgers. You in?”

#somethings wrong with sunny day jack #sunny day jack x reader #sdj x reader #sdj x you #sunny day jack x you #sunny day jack fanfiction #sdj jack #swwsdj #swwsdj x reader #summer camp au #camp counselor au #slasher au #the lifeguard #my fics

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security-chief-odo · 11 months

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As you wish

Ted Lasso x Reader

*NSFW*

Description: After a hard day at work, Ted Lasso pampers the reader in more ways than one.

AFAB gender neutral reader. No references to gender of reader.

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It had been a long day at work. As a matter of fact, it had been a long week. You were stuck in meeting after meeting, meanwhile the emails just kept building up in your inbox. You felt like you were drowning in work, and to top it all off, you weren’t getting any help from your boss, who ended your Friday by yelling at you over just one more thing that was out of your control.

You were looking forward to the weekend, not only for the chance to relax, but also to finally get to see Ted. You had worked so many late nights this week that by the time you got home, you crashed and barely got to see him at all. He had been patient with you, even when you’d been snippy and short with him over stress that he didn’t cause.

Sometimes you felt like you didn’t deserve his kindness, but as the end of your walk home neared, you knew his kind smile would be there to greet you as soon as you entered your shared flat.

The moment you opened the door, his head turned and he opened his mouth to greet you but before he could get even a sound out, you nearly collapsed into his arms with your head against his chest.

This earned you a warm chuckle from Ted as he kissed the top of your head. “Hey there darlin’,” he said as your tired eyes met his. “What can I do for you?”

“Just hold me.” You replied.

“Now that much I can do.” He said, as picked you up and carried you to the couch. He settled in, sitting up as you lay across his lap. “Do you wanna talk about it?”

You shook your head and he nodded in understanding. The contented silence you were in lasted about 30 minutes before you started to doze and Ted spoke up again. “Hey, y/n,” he whispered softly, “I need to get up before I lose all feeling in my leg. How about I run you a warm bath and get dinner started?”

As nice as cuddling was, you could feel the emptiness in your stomach as soon as he had mentioned food. “That does sound nice.” you added as you sat up. He headed into your bathroom and you could hear the water start to rush through the tap. Stretching just made you more aware of the ache throughout your body as you moved to stand.

As you quietly waded into the bathroom, you got stopped at the doorway just by the sight of Ted. You had been too tired when you got home to take in the way a few strands of his hair had fallen from their neatly gelled place, or the soft, gentle way he moved as he folded your favorite pair of pajamas for when you got out of the tub, or the way the sweatpants he must’ve changed into after work stretched across his gorgeous thighs and ass.

Ted could feel your gaze on him, but he didn’t mind. After a moment he cleared his throat and turned his head to you with a goofy, lopsided grin. “See somethin’ you like sweetheart?”

“More like someone I like.”

He rested his hands on your hips and kissed you through his smile. “Oh? And who would that be?”

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes as you both giggled at his stupid joke. “You, you dork” you said looking up to kiss him again.

“Well, in that case, what would you say to a movie with this dork with dinner tonight? You can pick the movie, I know you’ve had a hard week.”

“That sounds great, Ted.”

“Then we best get you out of those clothes so you can relax and I can make us dinner.”

“I guess we better” After you had removed your clothes, he helped you into the bath. You let out something between a happy sigh and a groan at the ache in your muscles. He planted a kiss on your forehead before turning to leave the room.

Ted bent down to pick up your dirty clothes from the floor and softly closed the door on his way out.

You scrubbed the day off your body and found yourself relaxing into the warmth of the water. You weren’t sure how long it had been but by the time Ted returned, the ache in your body had long since faded.

“Dinner is ready, but take your time. I made chili, so I’ve got it on low on the stove to keep it warm for you.” He said sitting next to you.

“Thank you, Ted. Just let me wash my hair and I’ll be out.”

“How about you let me take care of you a little tonight and let me do that for you?”

You hesitated briefly at the thought before you considered how nice his hands would feel in your hair. You nodded, then sunk into the water to wet your hair.

When you arose, he had already gotten your shampoo ready. As you turned your back to him, he massaged the shampoo into your scalp. Relaxing into his touch, you let him direct your head.

After a couple minutes, his hands were out of your hair. “Now go ahead and rinse darling.” You sunk back into the water as he dried his hand on the nearby hand towel. You sat up and unplugged the drain.

He offered you his hand to help you out of the tub. Ted then grabs the towel and begins drying you off. You chuckled and rolled your eyes. “You don’t have to do everything for me Ted. You know that right?”

“I do know that, but I sure love doing it anyway.” He looks up at you without stopping his movements, “You deserve to be taken care of, y/n”

With the sincerity in his eyes boring into yours, you had no further objections and let him continue.

When he was done, he stood and held you in his arms. He pulled you in for a long kiss and you melted into it. He pulled away after a minute. “I’ll go ahead and fix our bowls. You just go ahead and get dressed.”

And you both did just that. You entered the living room to find two bowls of chili sitting on the coffee table with a sleeve of saltines in between, and a drink for each of you. “So what’re we putin’ on, Olivia Newton John?

Shaking your head at his usual bit, you replied “I was thinking The Princess Bride.”

“As you wish, sweetheart.” He picked up the remote and set it up as you picked up your bowl and leaned into his side.

You let out a soft moan as you took your first bite. Ted was truly an amazing cook. You’d often thought about how you weren't sure how you’d lived life before eating the food made by this man.

“That good?”

“It really is. I don’t know how you do it, Ted.” His cheeks flushed lightly at the compliment. The movie started and you settled in.

You had both finished your food by the time that Westley was facing off against Vizzini, so you started to gather your dishes before Ted put a hand on your shoulder to stop you. “Let me do it y/n. All you gotta do is settle in and I’ll be back before you even notice I left.”

When he came back in, he grabbed a blanket to put over the both of you as you curled up against his chest.

You weren’t sure exactly when you had drifted off, but when you stirred, Ted had moved you both to the bedroom and he was sitting up against the headboard. watching Notting Hill.

He must not have noticed you were awake as you could hear him faintly whispering along with the movie “I'm just a girl, standing in front of a boy, asking him to love her.'' He did finally notice when you lifted your head to look at him in loving amusement. “Well good morning dear, or rather good evening. Feeling any better?”

“Much.” You replied, moving to straddle him so you could see him –and kiss him now that you had gotten to rest. Now that you were finally awake, your kisses were far more eager. You hadn’t gotten hardly any time with Ted this week and you could feel the toll it had taken on both of you.

Ted turned off the movie to give you his undivided attention. He grabbed your face as your fingers carded through his hair, pulling each other as close as could be. “I missed you’” he said in between kisses, “so much, baby”

You slid his shirt up slightly and he got the message, breaking apart your make out session to slide his shirt off. He leaned back in and kissed you with even more fervor than before. His hands were colder than expected as he slid his hand up your shirt leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. His other hand was planted firmly on your ass.

You gasped as he groped you. He trailed his kisses along your jawline, then down your neck, until he found that spot by your pulse point that always makes you moan. He settled there and sucked and nipped at the spot gently, relishing in your sounds.

You could feel him hard against your thigh and ground against him. The groan he let out was nothing short of sinful. “You’re driving me crazy darlin’” His voice had gotten low and gravelly with arousal.

“Then do something about it.” you retorted.

“As you wish.”

That was all of the warning you had before he slid off your shirt and flipped you onto your back. He hovered over you before he began kissing down your body. He began where had left off at your neck but quickly left a trail of warm kisses on his way to enclose his lips around your nipple. His other hand lightly played with your other nipple as he swirled his tongue around the one in front of him.

He sucked at it and lightly bit it before continuing his path downward. Just before he got to where you wanted him most, he skipped over it and instead started leaving gentle, teasing bites down your inner thigh. His mustache left the skin even more raw and sensitive.

You whined loudly and ran your hands through Ted’s hair. He looked up at you expectantly before you finally got enough composure to let out “Stop being a tease, I need you.”

“As you wish” he winked before moving back up. HIs face was between your thighs and he looked like he was in heaven before he even began. He licked a stripe between your folds before he began to focus more on your clit.

You felt a finger at your entrance and could feel your clit throb against his tongue as he slid his finger slowly in and out of you. “Fuck, you’re so wet darlin’” He quickened his pace as your hands tightened in his hair. He lapped at your folds like a man starved as he added a second finger pumping it in and out of you as you tightened around him.

“Cum for me baby” he murmured against you. You were close and one last look at his face as he kept up his ministrations did you in. You threw your head back in ecstasy as he lapped up your juices.

As you came down from your high, he was over you again pressing a gentle kiss to your head. Ted then collapsed next to you and pulled you in close. You reached between you in an attempt to provide him the same relief he had you but he grabbed your wrist before you could.

“Tonight was all about you, y/n” he pressed a kiss to your forehead. “Get some rest sweetheart.”

He pulled the blanket over you both and turned on another rom-com until you both dozed off in each other’s arms.

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Break your arm? I'll take care of you (BSD Fanfic)

Hiiiiii, I bring a fic of broken bones and soft fluff for Ranpo's b'day.

Don't have all that much to say really, other than enjoy!!! And that this was a collaboration with Saapphirx and that they have some art for this fic :D

So enjoy! And leave a kudos and/or comment if you enjoyed!!!

[14:09]

O. Dazai: There’s been an accident. Ranpo’s in the hospital.

That was the text that Edgar received, and the one that he had nearly missed because he’d been so lost in his writing that he hadn’t heard his phone buzz at first; it was only because Karl nudged the device towards him that he realized he hadn’t imagined the sound and reached over to look at it, and his heart dropped right into his stomach as he read. He read the message once, twice, five times, before he realized that he needed to actually respond. He needed to know if Ranpo was alright—he needed to know how hurt he was to know whether or not he should either start panicking or start planning a funeral.

[14:12]

E. Poe: What happened?

It only took a few minutes for the response to come through.

[14:15]

O. Dazai: The case we were working on went wrong, the guy we were after got a hold of Ranpo and he got hurt.

E. Poe: How hurt?

E. Poe: Dazai? How hurt??

Before Edgar could interrogate Dazai more as to Ranpo’s condition, the man texted him an address; the hospital that they must’ve been at, and Edgar was quick to get ready, replacing his sleepwear with clothes faster than he had ever dressed himself before—it was nothing fancy, just a hoodie and some worn sweatpants, because now was not the time to get dressed up. He had to get to the hospital, and to Ranpo, and see his partner. His heart pounded in his chest as his mind conjured up all kinds of scenarios of what he would find when he got there.

Ranpo beaten black and blue… Ranpo on life support… or worse.

Ranpo dead.

Edgar shook that idea from his head and tried to think positively. Because if Ranpo were dead, then Dazai would’ve called or come to speak to him himself rather than send a text. And if not Dazai, then one of Ranpo’s other co-workers would’ve come. And if Dazai was texting instead of calling, then that meant that Ranpo was just injured; he wasn’t close to death, nor would he be on life support, he would just be injured. It was just a matter of how injured that had Edgar so stressed because Ranpo and injuries were as commonplace as him catching a summer cold.

In other words, it happened a lot.

He still remembered the last time he’d been summoned to the hospital because Ranpo had been injured whilst working; because his love was being stupid, playing some sort of game with his coworkers where they couldn’t touch the floor that had resulted in him slipping and cracking his head open on a desk. And the time before that had been because Ranpo had tripped down the stairs chasing a criminal, somehow managing to apprehend the criminal, but also spraining his ankle. And then there was the Caffeine Incident, the time he and Dazai had both gotten their hands stuck in a pipe—to this day, Edgar still didn’t know the whole story—and not to mention when Ranpo had gotten himself locked in a closet for the long weekend and hadn’t been found until his co-workers returned the following Tuesday; an incident that continued to haunt Edgar to this day, because he hadn’t been in town when it had happened.

So yes, he was worried, very, very worried, but he actively tried to stop worrying as he dashed out the door, making sure that Karl had plenty of water and food just in case he didn’t make it back that night. There was no point in worrying until he knew for certain what Ranpo’s condition was because worrying would only lead to him panicking and that wasn’t going to help anyone—that much was certain. If only because it had happened before.

Because there was nothing like getting to the hospital to see how your partner was doing, only to have a panic attack upon arrival and needing to be walked through breathing exercises by said partner’s co-workers.

Good times.

So rather than take the trains, which would’ve taken longer and most definitely caused Edgar to panic, he elected to take a taxi instead; faster, and he could stare at his phone whilst the driver did his job, staring at the screen and desperately hoping for any kind of update. But Dazai was as cryptic as he was weird, so Edgar didn’t hold much hope in receiving an update from him. Again, something he’d gotten to over the years of dating Ranpo and having to deal with his and Dazai’s very strange friendship.

Bzzt, bzzt.

Edgar’s eyes flew down to his phone the moment it vibrated in his hands, and if he’d been standing, he would’ve collapsed from utter relief because there it was, the update he’d been praying for.

[14:29]

Y. Fukuzawa: As Dazai most certainly neglected to inform you; Ranpo is in stable condition. He’s currently in surgery, but he is stable. I will meet you outside and brief you when you arrive.

Immediately, Edgar promised to send Ranpo’s boss a gift basket of some sort for knowing exactly what his employees were like and taking the liberty to update Edgar himself instead of leaving him to worry endlessly. Stable… he’s stable at least, that’s good. Surgery, not so good, but stable means he’ll be fine. Edgar relaxed into the leather seat of the taxi, letting out all his stress in one, singular breath as he tilted his head back and closed his eyes, just relieved that Ranpo wasn’t dying. He focused on that one word; stable, that one, singular word, and repeated it to himself, quietly under his breath at first, before letting his voice fade and just letting the word repeat over and over in his mind.

He continued to repeat it for the rest of the trip.

Fukuzawa Yukichi was a terrifying and intimidating man, one that Edgar only spoke to whenever he came over for his monthly dinner with Ranpo, and even then they only ever exchanged a few polite sentences with each other, although he had gotten better over the years—in fact, he’d managed to hold an entire conversation with Fukuzawa last time, something that he was pretty proud of. But whilst Edgar was normally scared of Ranpo’s boss, this time he was a welcome sight, and the moment that Edgar noticed Fukuzawa standing outside, he made a beeline towards the man, words already forming on his lips.

“Fukuzawa—” Edgar barely started to speak before Fukuzawa raised his hand.

“I have not received an update since the one I gave you just before.” Fukuzawa said before he turned on his heel, and after placing a hand on Edgar’s back, guided him towards the entrance.

“What happened?” Edgar asked as they passed the doors, shivering as the cool air and sterile smells washed over him. He hated hospitals.

“The suspect that Dazai and Ranpo were after took off, and they chased him.” Fukuzawa began to explain. “They split up to try and corner him, only the suspect was expecting them to do that, and attacked Ranpo when the opportunity arose. Ranpo fought back, and the two of them fell down a flight of stairs as a result.”

Edgar sucked in a breath as he listened. He always knew Ranpo’s job was dangerous, had heard far too many stories of near misses to believe otherwise. There’d been far too many times where Ranpo had come home from work with a haunted look in his eyes because whatever criminal he’d been chasing at the time had died, or one of his co-workers had been killed in the line of duty. But seldom had Ranpo been at the end of those events, and that was what was stressing Edgar out. Because Ranpo, while fit and more than capable of holding his own if needed, was so small and scrawny compared to his co-workers, and most criminals liked to try and take advantage of that.

They always failed, because Ranpo wasn’t stupid and loved using his size to his advantage, much to the chagrin of his co-workers—Ranpo had received so many lectures from Fukuzawa about self-preservation that even Edgar knew them all by heart at this point.

“How—how hurt is he?” Edgar asked weakly, just barely managing to get the words out. His hands were starting to shake as his mind conjured up several kinds of injuries, almost forgetting that Ranpo was stable as panic threatened to overwhelm him.

Fukuzawa’s hand moved from Edgar’s back to his shoulder, squeezing it reassuringly. “A broken arm, that’s all. It’s a bad break—hence the surgery—so he’ll be off work for a while—”

“But it’s just a broken arm?” Edgar said before realizing that he’d interrupted Fukuzawa. “Ah, sorry! I didn’t mean to interrupt you!”

There was another squeeze to his shoulder before the hand fell away. “It’s okay. I understand that you are worried about Ranpo. Rest assured; it is just a broken arm. We just have to be patient and wait.”

Edgar could’ve collapsed with relief right then and there, but he forced himself to keep walking, following behind Fukuzawa as the man led him towards the waiting room. Immediately he spotted Dazai, sitting on one of the chairs with his head on his hands as he glared at the wall. One leg was bouncing up and down, no doubt from the stress of what had happened. If there was one thing Dazai took pride in, it was his ability to predict another person’s actions; it was what made him a good detective in the first place, and Edgar knew he was just beating himself up over what had happened to Ranpo, running over the hundreds of other plans he could’ve used to prevent his work partner from being injured in the first place.

Slowly he walked over and took a seat in the empty chair next to Dazai. He didn’t say anything, but Dazai’s leg stopped moving anyway, and his eyes slid over towards him.

It didn’t take long for Dazai to break the silence. “He got the guy.”

“P—pardon?”

Dazai turned to look at him. “Ranpo; he got the guy. Took a steel bat to the arm, and just held on as they went down the stairs together. By the time I got there, Ranpo was slapping handcuffs onto him with only one arm.”

Oh my god. Edgar buried his face into his hands, because it was just like Ranpo to focus on arresting a criminal instead of himself. “Fukuzawa said it was a bad break…”

“Oh yeah.” Dazai nodded. “The worst break I’ve seen and that’s saying something. But you’ll see what I mean when he comes out of surgery.”

“Or you could just tell me…?” Really, Edgar was starting to grow tired of Dazai’s cryptic answers. He just wanted to know the severity of Ranpo’s injuries, was that really too much to ask?

Dazai threw him a teasing grin. “Now where’s the fun in that, Poe? Just trust me when I say you’ll be shocked.”

And shocked Edgar was.

It took a few hours for a doctor to come out and speak with them, telling them that the surgery had been a success and that Ranpo was being moved to a room where he would stay a few days for observation before being allowed to go home, but that he was allowed to have visitors so long as they were quiet. And really, that was all it took for Edgar to stand and ask—he was pretty sure it was more of a demand than an ask—the doctor to take him to Ranpo. The doctor gave him an odd look before just nodding and soon enough, he was sitting in Ranpo’s room in a chair placed beside his partner’s bedside, just watching as his chest rose and fell, reassuring himself that Ranpo was alive and would wake up from the anaesthesia soon.

Edgar scooted the chair closer to the bed and reached out to grab Ranpo’s uninjured hand, running his thumb over the back of it—taking care to avoid the IV of course—as he rested his head on the covers and just continued to watch Ranpo silently. His eyes looked over the bruising that marred Ranpo’s face, no doubt from his fall down the stairs, and there was a large graze underneath his eye. Edgar was almost certain that there were more grazes and bruises scattered about Ranpo’s body, but they were simply hidden by the gown the other was wearing. Either way, he knew he would be hearing about how painful and annoying they were for days to come.

But that wasn’t what Edgar was focusing on.

No, what he was focusing on was Ranpo’s arm, the one he wasn’t holding; the limb in question was resting on Ranpo’s stomach with a pillow underneath it for support, and said limb was swathed in more bandages than Edgar had ever seen in his life. The bandages covered the entire limb—even a couple of Ranpo’s fingers were bandaged—and disappeared beneath the gown, which was more than enough for Edgar to understand the severity of the injury; as if the fact that Ranpo had just had surgery to fix the damage wasn’t already enough of a tell.

“I did tell you, you’d be shocked.” Dazai’s voice right in his ear caused him to jolt and turn to glare at him. The man cackled as he slunk around to the foot of the bed and leant against the railing. “The doctor’s just updating Fukuzawa so that he can fill out the incident report, and then he’ll be by to update you.”

Edgar sighed and nodded, returning his head to the bed and silence fell upon the room. But despite the silence, Dazai’s presence was loud, the guilt that the other man was feeling, was drowning the room and creating a suffocating atmosphere. And that combined with Edgar’s residing anxiety, was bound to end in disaster; and since Dazai didn’t seem inclined to say anything anytime soon, that meant it was up to Edgar to fix it. At least temporarily. He sat back in his seat, allowing his hand to fall away from Ranpo’s as he fixed Dazai with a look. “Ranpo does not blame you, Dazai.”

A scoff. “How can you possibly know that?”

“I don’t.” Edgar said. “But you and I both know what Ranpo is like, and that he has never said the words I blame you, when he gets hurt in the line of duty. What makes you think this time is any different?”

“Because this time he needed surgery.”

Edgar shrugged. “Your work is dangerous; surgery was bound to happen sooner or later. Did you blame Ranpo when you needed surgery after being shot last year?”

There was a very long silence as Dazai bowed his head, no doubt remembering the incident that Edgar was talking about, and eventually shook his head. “I did not.”

“Then stop blaming yourself until Ranpo tells you he does.”

Twelve weeks of recovery… that’s going to make Ranpo miserable. Edgar thought as he ran the doctor’s words through his mind again. It was just him in the room with Ranpo now, Fukuzawa and Dazai needing to go back to the office to fill out the appropriate paperwork—although both had promised to come back tomorrow to visit and see how Ranpo was doing. And since Ranpo was still unconscious, Edgar had all the time in the world to just sit and think about what the doctor had told him. Apparently, according to the doctor—and the x-ray’s he’d been shown—Ranpo’s wrist and hand had taken the brunt of the attack, several of the bones snapping upon being struck.

Edgar was ever so grateful that Ranpo had gotten his arm up in time to block the bat from hitting him in the head because he couldn’t even begin to imagine that injury…

But it wasn’t the bat that had wound up doing most of the damage, but the fall that had followed afterwards. Because falling down a massive amount of stairs while holding onto another person with an already broken wrist did nothing but make the injury even worse. So what could’ve been just a broken wrist that needed a cast for a few weeks, turned into a completely broken arm that needed surgery to fix the bones because they had shifted out of place. And a minor concussion; they couldn’t forget the concussion. Edgar let out a sigh, just knowing that the next twelve weeks were going to be a very challenging time; with Ranpo’s arm the way it was, there was no way that his partner was going to be able to do anything himself, which meant that Edgar was going to have to step up and take care of things, which meant that he’d need to take time off from his own work, which meant a loss of income—

“Nngh…”

—and while Edgar had more than enough money to cover all their bills until Ranpo could return to work, and was more than happy to do as such, he knew that doing so would do nothing but make Ranpo upset. Because while Edgar had been born into money, Ranpo had not, and hated accepting any kind of financial aid, preferring to starve and suffer than accept help. Over the years that they’d known each other, it’d gotten better, but Ranpo still insisted on paying his own way more often than not, and he knew that not being able to work was going to hurt him. Still, Edgar would do his absolute best to make Ranpo’s recovery—

“Edgar, you’re thinking too loud again…” Edgar froze as a finger poked his forehead, and he looked up to see Ranpo, barely conscious, but still conscious and blinking slowly at him.

A smile quickly grew on Edgar’s face as he stood and sat on the edge of the bed so that Ranpo didn’t have to crane his head to look down at him. “I think I’m thinking just the right amount, actually.”

Ranpo hummed, looking around the room as he took in his surroundings. His eyes flitted from Edgar to the machine monitoring his vitals, then back to Edgar, before finally falling to his injured arm. Edgar watched quietly as Ranpo gave an experimental wiggle of his fingers and winced as only his pinkie twitched. “Ow…”

“Maybe don’t do that, dear, you just had surgery.” Edgar said, reaching over to carefully rest a hand on the bandages, drawing Ranpo’s attention back to him. “I’ll go get the doctor—”

“No, I’m going to go to sleep. I’m tired.” Ranpo interrupted Edgar before he could even finish his sentence, and shuffled to get more comfortable in the bed before closing his eyes.

I should’ve expected that. Edgar sighed and moved his hand until he could hold Ranpo’s uninjured one, and gave it a gentle squeeze until those green eyes flicked open again and focused on him. “Ranpo, let me get the doctor first. She needs to talk to you, and the faster that happens, the faster you can get some sleep.”

“Ugh, fine. Go get the stupid doctor then.”

“Please don’t call the doctor stupid. She did just put you back together.” Edgar stood and leaned over to gently press his lips to Ranpo’s forehead, feeling even more of his stress leaving as Ranpo smiled at the gesture. “I’ll be back soon, alright?”

Ranpo let out a hum, and Edgar reluctantly drew away so that he hunt down the doctor that was in charge of taking care of his partner. Thankfully, that didn’t take all that long to do and soon he was back by Ranpo’s bedside listening as the doctor spoke to him about his arm and the care that would have to go into making sure it healed properly. A lot was the answer; Edgar listened as the doctor explained that Ranpo was more than welcome to go home to recover, but that he would have to come back to the hospital to remove his stitches and get the bandages exchanged for a cast in which his arm would remain until the twelve weeks had passed.

Unless there was a complication or problem, in which case, he was to return to the hospital immediately, but Edgar was praying there wouldn’t be. He didn’t think his heart would be able to cope with any more stress.

But ultimately, the doctor made sure that they both understood that Ranpo was not to use his arm under any circumstance, no matter how much he wanted to.

Ranpo huffed the moment the doctor left the two of them alone, an unhappy look on his face, one that Edgar recognized easily because he’d seen it on his partner’s face many times over the years. It was a look of despair born from the knowledge that for a short time, Ranpo wouldn’t be able to live as he normally would, that he wouldn’t be able to do what he loved, and that he’d be stuck at home for such a long time. And it was a look that Edgar always hated seeing, so whenever it appeared, he always tried to do what he could to ease the pain.

He slowly rose from the chair and crawled onto the bed, and, whilst being mindful of Ranpo’s arm, stretched out beside his love so that their shoulders were touching, and their legs pressed together. He felt Ranpo begin to relax beside him. “I’ll be there to help you, you know that.”

“I know.” Ranpo’s head dropped to rest against his shoulder as he sighed, good hand fisting the blankets beneath it. “But you shouldn’t have to.”

“You help me all the time.” Edgar said with a shrug. “When I overwork myself, when my mental health crashes, when I’m stressing over a deadline, you’re always there. So what kind of partner would I be if I wasn’t there for you when you needed help?”

“A terrible one.” Even though he couldn’t see Ranpo’s face, Edgar could hear the smile in it. “Thanks Edgar, and… sorry if I worried you.”

Edgar smiled, and rested his own head on top of Ranpo’s. “It’s fine, dear, I’ve come to accept that you’ll be worrying me until the day we die.”

“Some people would say that’s a bad thing to say.”

“And you?”

Ranpo snorted. “I think it’s a very you thing to say.”

Five weeks into dealing with Ranpo having the use of just one arm, Edgar liked to think he had a handle on things and that everything was going well. In the beginning, it’d been hard, because Ranpo had insisted on trying to do everything himself and did not hesitate to snap at Edgar whenever he tried to help. And honestly, his partner had done very well at first, taking things slow so he could actually get them done. It wasn’t until Ranpo had tried to shower on his own in that first week that he’d realized help wasn’t the worst thing in the world.

Edgar’s heart still skipped an entire year whenever he remembered the thud and the wail that had followed when Ranpo had slipped over in the shower and whacked his arm against the tiles. Somehow, by some sort of miracle, Ranpo had avoided injuring himself even further, but that hadn’t stopped Edgar from being filled with so much stress as he’d called Fukuzawa to ask for a ride to the hospital—he was the only person that Edgar knew of with a car, and Ranpo had been in so much pain that there were tears—and he was forever grateful when the man showed up not even ten minutes later to help.

And with some x-rays—that showed no new damage—and painkillers—that left his partner drowsy—Ranpo was sent home with a warning to be more careful.

After that incident though, Edgar quickly became Ranpo’s personal butler, not that he was complaining of course. He would rather cater to Ranpo’s every whim if it meant not seeing tears in the other’s eyes.

Every morning, he would drag himself out of bed and down the stairs to wake Ranpo who’d taken to sleeping on the couch, claiming that he slept better when he didn’t have to worry about rolling onto his arm in his sleep. Edgar shared the sentiment, but he missed having Ranpo in his arms while he slept; he slept better when he knew Ranpo was beside him, but he would take the other’s comfort over his own right now. After waking Ranpo, came breakfast—always something simple because Edgar wasn’t the biggest fan of cooking, even if he was good at it—and then came the task of getting Ranpo dressed, but only if his partner deemed it a non-pyjama day. Most of the time, Ranpo was content to laze about in the clothes he slept in, which Edgar couldn’t fault him for, because it took a lot of effort to get Ranpo’s injured arm through the sleeves of the shirts he usually wore.

But anyway, after battling with clothes—because it truly was a battle—it was time for Edgar to do some work; his partner had insisted that even though he was unable to work, Edgar didn’t need to stop working because of that. Of course, Edgar protested against that idea, because what if Ranpo needed him and he wasn’t there to help? Trouble always seemed to find Ranpo no matter where he was and no matter what he was doing; literally, Ranpo could be watching a movie and he’d still find some way to hurt himself. It was a skill that terrified Edgar, and one that Ranpo vehemently denied the existence of. But eventually, after a few more arguments, Edgar had compromised by saying that he’d only work half-days, giving him the rest of the day to spend with Ranpo, and Ranpo hadn’t complained—he’d even seemed happy with the idea.

And once Edgar was finished with work, it was time for dinner which was, once again, a simple affair, and then he and Ranpo simply spent time together until one or both of them passed out. Most of the time they would watch whatever show that Ranpo had started that day—being unable to do anything resulted in a lot of free time—or they would read books at the opposite ends of the couch, just sitting in silence whilst Karl curled up on one of their laps or the couch itself. And it was there that Edgar would remain, just waiting until Ranpo would fall asleep in which he would get up and make sure his partner was comfortable, often covering him with a blanket before dragging himself to bed. Sometimes he was joined by Karl, but most of the time he wasn’t; the raccoon choosing to keep Ranpo company while he was injured instead.

And that’d been their routine for five weeks now.

Only another seven to go.

“Edgar, my wonderful writing man, it’s almost lunch time, which means you need to stop sleeping.” Edgar let out a groan as Ranpo’s voice assaulted his ears, and rolled over with the intention of getting some more sleep. He’d stayed up a little too long writing last night, having been hit with a burst of inspiration, so he was rather tired. So instead of getting up, he rolled over and dragged his blanket over his head—the wrong choice to make apparently. “No, Edgar, you can sleep more later. Get up! I’m hungry!”

The blanket that Edgar had wrapped around himself was pulled away harshly, and he let out an undignified yelp as he chased after it, eyes flying open to see Ranpo standing beside the bed, looking satisfied with himself. A quick glance to the clock showed that it was just past one, meaning neither he nor Ranpo had eaten yet, and more importantly; he had missed work. Shit! I should’ve set an alarm.. “I’m sorry, dear, I’ll get you something to eat now.”

Ranpo fixed him with a look as he scrambled to get out of bed, nearly tripping over the sheets as they tangled around his legs. He was freed from his struggles when Ranpo stepped on the edge of the blanket and it feel to the ground in a heap that Edgar stepped out of. “You were up late writing again.”

It wasn’t a question or a statement; it was a simple fact, and despite that, Ranpo voicing it still made him flush in embarrassment. “I was… I was about to go to bed when I got hit with some inspiration and I didn’t want to forget. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean—”

“It’s fine. You don’t get enough sleep anyway.” Ranpo interrupted, sitting on the edge of the bed. “You left your phone downstairs so I woke up when your boss called to ask where you were.”

“O-Oh… did you, um, answer?” Edgar froze in front of the closet door, hand on the handle as he looked over his shoulder towards Ranpo.

Ranpo scoffed. “Of course not. I don’t answer the phone—” that was a fact that Edgar knew all too well, “—but I did send him a text to say you were sick.”

Edgar sighed. “Please tell me you just said I had a cold and not that I was not dying. I’m still getting sent ‘get well’ cards from the first time you did that.”

“Yes, I said it was a cold, don’t worry.” Ranpo said, coming to lean against Edgar’s side and looked up at him, snickering. “Besides, you have to admit that was funny.”

“For you, maybe. For my co-workers, not so much.” Edgar opened the closet door and rifled through the various clothes hanging up, trying to find one of Ranpo’s shirts, which would be much easier to find if Ranpo didn’t just hang his clothes on the first hanger he found. “Are you going to take a shower today?”

“Only if you take one with me.”

Edgar rolled his eyes, having expected that answer. “As if I’d let you shower on your own until that cast comes off.”

“That was one time, Edgar. One time!”

“And one time too many. It was terrifying to see you on the floor like that.” Edgar finally found a shirt and pulled it out to show Ranpo. It was one of his own shirts actually that he’d even forgotten he owned, but it was big and would probably be much easier to get Ranpo into—and out of—than one of his own. Ranpo studied the shirt for a moment before he nodded his approval, and Edgar returned his attention to the closet. “I’ll meet you in the bathroom. Please be careful if you try to undress yourself.”

“You need to stop stressing so much, Edgar, otherwise you’ll go gray.” Ranpo called over his shoulder as he made his way into the bathroom, leaving Edgar alone on the room, not that he would be alone for too long since he would be joining Ranpo momentarily anyway.

He rolled his eyes fondly at the words, quickly pulling out some clothes for himself before he followed Ranpo into the bathroom, snorting when he stumbled upon Ranpo in the middle of a wrestling match with his shirt. “Do you need a hand?”

“No!” Came Ranpo’s response as his head disappeared into the shirt. Edgar watched in an amused silence as Ranpo squirmed about before his head suddenly reemerged and he pulled his shirt off the rest of the way, tossing it into the corner of the room. “See? I got it.”

“Okay great, and what about your pants?” Edgar asked, stepping further into the room to place the clothes on the counter top. He crouched in front of the cabinet and searched through it, looking for the roll of plastic wrap he’d put in there so that they didn’t have to trek to the kitchen every time Ranpo wanted a shower. Where is it—ah! There it is. Edgar grabbed the wrap and stood, turning back towards Ranpo.

“I got them covered too. Just watch.” And watch Edgar did, as Ranpo hooked his two working fingers into the waist of his pants and shimmied them off, along with his underwear, before he threw Edgar a massive grin as he tossed them over to where his shirt lay. “See? After five weeks, I’m not a total invalid.”

Edgar merely rolled his eyes, and held out the plastic wrap, waiting for Ranpo to hold his arm up before he began to wrap it until there was no chance of water getting through. As such was their routine every time Ranpo had to take a shower—which wasn’t too often because it was simply easier to fill the bathtub and get clean that way, but there was just something about showers that soothed his partner, so if Ranpo said it was shower time, it was shower time, and nothing could change his mind.

Once Ranpo’s arm was wrapped, Edgar ruffled Ranpo’s hair affectionately. “You’re doing very well, dear.”

Ranpo’s cheeks began to burn, and he ducked away from Edgar’s hand to slip into the shower. “Of course, I am! I’m a genius after all; there’s nothing I can’t do!”

“Well, there are the trains—”

“Edgar, please shut up.”

Edgar very much liked showering with Ranpo, even before Ranpo had broken his arm and needed someone to be in the room—or in the shower because who was Poe to turn down showering with his partner? —with him to make sure he didn’t slip and fall. There was no explanation for it really; just there was something about awkwardly standing under the showerhead together, sharing the water, and washing each other’s hair and bodies that was calming and just… loving. Every time that he and Ranpo showered together, it was just… nice. And this time was no different; Edgar made sure that he kept his touch gentle as he ran his hands through Ranpo’s hair, washing it free of the shampoo he’d just washed it with, smiling at the pleased noises that the other was letting out as his head rested against Edgar’s chest, eyes closed to avoid getting shampoo in his eyes. “Don’t fall asleep there, my love.”

“’m not sleeping… it just feels good, that’s all.” Ranpo murmured, lifting his head off of Edgar’s chest just enough for his eyes to be seen, if only to try and prove that he hadn’t just been dozing. Edgar wasn’t stupid though, he knew Ranpo far too well to be fooled by that, and he wasn’t going to say anything because it made him feel happy that Ranpo trusted him enough to keep him upright when he was tired.

He hummed and guided Ranpo’s head out of the shower spray so that he could scrub some conditioner into his hair. “I’m almost done, so you’ll be able to take a nap if you’re tired.”

Ranpo’s face scrunched up. “I’m tired of sleeping all the time. I want to do something else.”

“Well, you have been stayed inside for five weeks, so we could go outside for a bit?”

“No thanks.” Ranpo said even though he looked like he was truly considering taking him up on the offer. “Knowing my luck, I’d fall down the stairs and break my neck—hey, I know! We can play a game together!”

Wait, what? Edgar’s hands stopped moving, experiencing mental whiplash from the sudden change in topic.“I’m sorry?”

“Ugh, you heard me. I want to play a game.” Ranpo repeated, slower this time, tilting his head back to look up at Edgar. “I haven’t played any of my games since I broke my arm, and I want to.”

Edgar had to stop and think over what Ranpo said for a moment, tilting Ranpo’s head back just enough so that he could rinse out the conditioner, running his fingers through his partners hair to make sure that he got all of it out. “Okay… but how exactly do you expect to play if you can’t hold a controller?”

“You know, for someone so smart, that’s a really dumb question. You’re going to hold the controller for me, obviously.”

A sound idea, if only for one problem. “Uh… Ranpo, you do know that I’ve never played a video game in my life, right?”

“It’s not that hard, Edgar. You just have to listen to what I tell you, and you are very good at that.”

Somehow, Edgar doubted it was as simple as that, but like usual, there was no point in trying to argue with Ranpo whenever his mind was set on something; in this case, videogames. He sighed and reached over to turn the shower off. Something told him he was going to regret his decision, yet he still opened his mouth to agree. “Alright, we can give it a try. But please, don’t yell if I don’t understand. I learn quick, but not that quick.”

“Yeah, yeah, okay,” Ranpo stepped out of the shower and stood, patiently waiting until Edgar grabbed the towels, draping one around his shoulders, and using the other to dry Ranpo’s hair. Ranpo grunted and continued, “can we hurry it up? I want to play!”

“Patience, my dear.” Edgar said, letting the towel drop to rest around Ranpo’s shoulders while he lifted his own to start drying his own hair. “We still need to get you dressed.”

Ranpo huffed, but nodded. Edgar was glad when Ranpo fell silent since that meant he could focus on what he was doing and not get distracted, and therefore, be done faster. He was quick to dress himself, pulling on one of his turtlenecks because the days were starting to get cold, and then some paw-patterned shorts that Ranpo had gifted him a birthday ago. The entire time, he could feel his partners eyes watching him impatiently, and he did his best to ignore it as he used his fingers to comb his hair back and tie it up a little, letting half of it fall against the back of his neck. If Ranpo was going to coerce him into playing a game, he wanted to be able to see what he was doing.

Once he was dressed, it was time to tackle the battle that was getting Ranpo into clothes, which wasn’t as difficult as it sounded, but was still only possible with two people. It would’ve been different if Ranpo had been able to use his fingers, but the cast on his arm only allowed him the use of two of them, and Ranpo was impatient, so it was easier to just have Edgar help him in the first place. First came the shirt, shoving Ranpo’s broken arm through the sleeve before pulling it over his head. Next came the pants, in which Edgar simply crouched so that Ranpo could use him for balance as he lifted one leg through the hole and then the other.

And that was that. “All done.” Edgar said as he stood and left the bathroom, Ranpo trailing behind him. “What game—”

“We’re not done yet!” Ranpo interrupted, making a beeline for the closet, searching through it until he emerged with two pairs of socks. “It’s cold! I don’t want cold feet, and neither do you!”

With a roll of his eyes, Edgar complied with the unspoken demand, helping Ranpo into the socks first, making sure that the pants were tucked into them just the way that Ranpo liked them, and then pulled the other pair over his own feet. He didn’t care much for socks, not in the way that Ranpo did, but the socks that the other had pulled out were the ones that had been handmade for them by one of Ranpo’s co-workers for Christmas a couple of years ago, and whenever Ranpo wanted to wear his own pair, Edgar was expected to wear them too. So he did, even if the weather wasn’t quite cold enough for woollen socks.

For the same reason that he was about to play a videogame for the first time in his life.

Love.

In hindsight, Edgar should’ve known that Ranpo wouldn’t hold up to his promise of not yelling, but he also should’ve known better to expect Ranpo not to in the first place. How many times had he had to listen to Ranpo yell at the characters in his games for being stupid and failing to survive? Too many times, far too many. After the first yell, in which Edgar had jumped and nearly thrown the console in his hands, he should’ve called it quits then. But he didn’t, because he was an idiot in love, and despite the occasional yells, there was so much life in Ranpo’s eyes, life that he hadn’t even realized was missing in the first place.

Not that he was saying that Ranpo had been lifeless of course, but his partner certainly hadn’t been as happy as he usually was over the past weeks, so it was nice to see that happiness return. And well, it wasn’t that bad really; Ranpo toned down the yelling after the first jump, although he was still loud by Edgar’s standards. And if he really had to admit it, gaming with Ranpo was just another bonding experience—one he probably wouldn’t engage in again once Ranpo had the use of his arms again, but he may just sit and watch Ranpo play one day.

And no, it was not because the game that Ranpo had picked was one that required him to think, not at all.

“No, don’t put him there, Edgar, he’ll die. He’s a mage, not a tank.” Ranpo whined from where he lay on the couch, stretched out with his back against Edgar’s chest, arm resting on the pillow he’d stolen from the arm chair on the other side of the room. His head thudded against Edgar’s shoulder as he threw it back with a groan.

“Then where exactly do you want me to put him?” Edgar cried, tilting his head to the side so that he could see the screen better, and looked just a little frazzled at trying to figure out what it was that Ranpo wanted him to do with the character. As much as Ranpo knew what he was doing in this game when it came to strategies and the characters, his instructions to Edgar were very much unclear, and it was just a little frustrating. “He kills everything in one shot!”

“Yes, so put him two spaces backwards out of enemy range.” Ranpo pointed to the square in question, speaking as if the solution was obvious, which as he spoke, Edgar realised it was, but still. “And then move the actual tank in front of him as protection, just in case.”

“Dedue is too far—”

“I don’t mean Dedue, I mean Felix!”

“Felix isn’t a tank!” He may have never heard of this game before, but that much he knew from the few hours they’d been playing this game already, mostly because of how many times he’d gotten Felix killed until Ranpo had taught him how to increase stats. And then he’d become their strongest character.

“So? He’ll dodge all those enemies and kill them, so therefore, he’s a tank.”

Isn’t a tank supposed to take hits, not give them? Edgar thought, but did as Ranpo asked. He was the expert here after all, but he was still going to say something about it. “I find your logic there a little flawed, dear.”

“Yeah, well, I know what I’m doing. So, unless you think you know better, do as I say.”

Edgar rolled his eyes, and fell silent, and thankfully, Ranpo did as well, only speaking up to give new instructions. And honestly… it was nice, to have Ranpo resting comfortably against his chest, to feel his heart beating and his warmth; all things that Edgar hadn’t realized he’d been missing until this moment. Because, sure, Ranpo had been home for five weeks, and would remain home for another seven, and they had been spending more time together than they usually could because of their conflicting schedules, but not like this. This was different, and Edgar wanted more of it. He wanted to hold Ranpo close until his beloved fell asleep in his arms, regardless of his injury, he wanted to help Ranpo more even though he’d already been doing more than enough. He wanted to—

“Edgar, your phone’s buzzing.”

Huh? A quick glance showed that his phone was indeed buzzing from its spot beside him. “Oh, it’s Fukuzawa.” But before he could even pick the phone up to answer it, Ranpo leaned over and swiped it up. “Ranpo!”

“What? He only calls you when he can’t get a hold of me.”

That may have been true, but that wasn’t the point. But before he could say as much, Ranpo was thumbing the screen and answering the call. Edgar sighed, and shuffled down the couch a little, putting down the console—after saving of course—and stretching out his legs so that he was laying on the couch instead of sitting, just listening as Ranpo chatted with his boss. With one hand, he wrapped an arm around Ranpo’s waist, holding Ranpo’s injured hand and thumbing over the cast—Ranpo wouldn’t feel it, but it was the gesture that mattered—and with his other, he reached up and stroked his hand through Karl’s fur; the raccoon had been sleeping peacefully on the back of the couch the entire time they’d been gaming, and let out a quiet chatter as he was petted before pulling his tail over his nose.

Then, Edgar closed his eyes and let his head fall back to rest on the arm of the couch, letting Ranpo’s voice fade into the background a little. He was rather tired from working, and making sure that Ranpo was taken care of, more than he thought he would be. Edgar closed his eyes; perhaps he’d take a quick nap, and enjoy the feeling of Ranpo’s back against his chest, warm and heavy. It’d been far too long since he’d last been able to hold his love, and it was one of the many reasons why he wished that Ranpo’s arm would heal quicker, you know, aside from the fact that Ranpo’s arm was broken—and also, itchy, and achy according to the complaints Ranpo voiced every other day.

But he also didn’t mind it, because it allowed him to dote and take care of the person that meant the most to him in his life, it allowed him to cook and clean, and make sure that Ranpo was comfortable, but most of all, it allowed him to spend time with someone he usually only saw on weekends because of their conflicting schedules. And it made him a little sad to know that once Ranpo’s arm was healed, that life would go back to the way it had been.

But just a little.

Edgar didn’t know how long he slept for, but the next thing he was aware of was a finger gently poking him in the cheek. He opened his eyes to find Ranpo staring up at him, and yawned. “Yes, my love?”

“You need to sleep more if you’re passing out on the couch when I’m chattering in your ear.” Ranpo commented as he stood, offering a hand towards Edgar. “Fukuzawa says hi and thanks as well. Apparently he thinks I’m being annoying. As if, I’m a delight to take care of.”

You just keep telling yourself that, Ranpo. Edgar’s lips twitched, and accepted the hand, using it to pull himself upright. “What did Fukuzawa want?”

Ranpo shrugged. “Just to see how I was, but also to let us know that he’ll be bringing dinner over tomorrow. But that’s tomorrow’s problem, right now, you need sleep.”

Edgar didn’t even try to argue as Ranpo dragged him out of the living room and upstairs, and he didn’t say anything as his partner nudged him into bed, but he did speak when Ranpo crawled in after him. “Ranpo, what are—”

“Shut up you, I’m not stupid.” Ranpo said as he forced Edgar to lay back before he curled up into his side, resting his arm across Edgar’s stomach. “You’ve been wanting to cuddle.”

“Well, yes, but—”

“No buts!” Ranpo pressed a finger against his lips to stop his words. “Just accept what’s happening and sleep. My arm will be fine and…” Ranpo’s voice turned into a whisper, “maybe I missed this too.”

Edgar simply smiled and reached down to drag the blankets over the both of them. “Well then, I can’t say no to that then now, can I?”

“Nope! Now hurry up and sleep!”

“Yes, dear.”

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Weird Life

Son Heungmin

Sonny is dating a famous singer. After his national team got knocked out from the world cup, she posts pictures on Instagram that hints they’re dating. [Requested]

She couldn’t hit the right note. The emotion also wasn’t quite there. She had been trying to record the same bridge over and over again. The bridge was her most favourite part of a song, the most special for her personally. So if her vocals hadn’t reached the perfection that she wanted for it, she wouldn’t move on to the next parts.

“James, my love, I don’t think I can do this now,” she said, letting out a long and heavy sigh. She rubbed her eyes before looking at James, her vocal director, through the glass screen. Poppy, her personal assistant, Cindy, her producer, and Max, her recording engineer were all staring at her. Their eyes showed that they were all getting worried and nervous.

“Sweetheart, we really have to finish this song today,” James said. “Listen, if there’s anything I can do to make it easier for you, I’d gladly do it. If there’s anything I can get you—”

“Just get me my boyfriend,” she cried. “Do we know where he is? Pop, has he landed? Do we have any updates?”

“Not yet, honey. Hey, do you know what? I think we should take a little break.”

Five minutes later, she and Poppy were on the rooftop. She stood near the railings, looking down the busy street, resting both hands on her waist as she took deep breaths, trying to keep herself calm.

“I’ve made a terrible decision, haven’t I?” She asked. “What are they saying, Pop? The fans?”

“You’ve turned off your phone because you don’t want to see anything but now you’re asking me?”

She glanced at Poppy with a little pout. “I can’t get it out of my head. Yeah, I know, I should’ve known better.”

Poppy sighed and scrolled on her phone. Her eyes scanned the tweets from the topic that had been trending for the past two hours. “Son Heung Min Dating” was the keyword.

“‘So the rumours were all true??’, ‘I knew it! The matching bracelet wasn’t a coincidence!’, ‘Remember when she was suddenly in London back in February? She must’ve been visiting Sonny’.” Poppy read a few of the comments. She was reading it casually but she suddenly let out a little gasp. “Look what they’ve figured out! Sonny’s flight! They know he’s coming to Los Angeles.”

“Right. And why would Son Heungmin suddenly fly to Los Angeles? Oh! Guess who else is in Los Angeles? Me!” She said animatedly, flailing her hands around, a sign that she was very stressed out. “They’ve figured that out too, haven’t they?”

“Yeah… Someone spotted you at the airport two days ago, there’s pictures. And they’ve connected the dots.”

She sighed. “God, I’m so stupid,” she said, rubbing her her fingers on her temples. “It was supposed to be just a hint, not a total reveal. Or maybe we shouldn’t have done this at all.”

She had posted some photos on Instagram from her trip to South Korea back in July. Sonny was in almost every picture. His blurry back, a little part of his shoulder, a bit of his arm, but not his face. She’d posted it this morning, just five days after Korea’s campaign in the world cup ended. The caption was a simple “Throwback” with a South Korean flag.

Without a doubt, the post blew up because both Sonny’s and her fans were coming up with their own theories about them dating, that they had been developing for a whole year. It was actually the plan, to slowly reveal their relationship to the public, but it turned out that no matter how much she’d prepared herself for it, it didn’t make it any easier.

“We have planned everything out. Come on, it’s okay, we can handle this. It’s under control,” Poppy tried to reassure her.

She let out another long, exasperated sigh. “Just please get me my boyfriend, Poppy…”

—

When Sonny arrived almost three hours later, she couldn’t even react. She was slumped on the couch in the studio, covering herself with a warm blanket. She had been just sitting and listening to the song blazing in the room, with vocals that she’d recorded so far that sounded absolutely awful to her. It felt like all her energy was drained out from the stress. But Sonny came in with a smile on his face. He said ‘hi’, reached for her hand, and gently helped her to get up so he could give her the biggest warm hug.

“Have you been seeing everything?” She didn’t even return his greeting or ask about how he was doing. Her mind had gotten too clouded.

“Kevin told me some stuff,” Sonny answered as he soothingly caressed her back. “Everything is fine. We are prepared, our teams are prepared. There’s nothing to worry about.” Poppy and Kevin, Sonny’s assistant, had had a call earlier. Poppy had probably told Kevin about her messy state, the reason why Sonny went straight to the point.

“James, can you please turn the music down? Thanks,” she said to James before getting back to Sonny. “So– We’re still going with the plan? We’re still gonna make the official announcement?”

“Yes, we’re going with the plan,” Sonny said, loosening his arms and letting her go so he could take a look at her face. The stress and worry were still all over her face.

She slightly shook her head as her panicked eyes wandered everywhere. “People are gonna say that this is all just PR. They’ll say I need a boost for my new song and you— I don’t know, maybe they’ll say that you’re riding the world cup wave or something, seeking for more popularity, and—”

“Hey, look at me.” Sonny cut her off, holding her face with his hand, trying to get her to look at him and luckily, he succeeded. “People can say whatever they want. They can say it’s PR, but they will be proven wrong when we get married next year.”

She fell silent as she bit her lower lip. Memories flashed in her mind from those talks they had had. It had started with just her and Sonny, then their families joined in, then Poppy and Kevin joined in, then her label and Sonny’s agent joined in. Both her and Sonny were popular figures in their own world, so it took a lot just to make an announcement about them dating.

“Listen. If you’re not ready—”

“No, no, I am.” She cut him off, shrugging. “I’m sorry, it’s just… I feel like we’ve chosen the wrong timing. Maybe we should’ve waited for another week.”

“It’s okay. We get this done before Premier League starts, before you start filming, then we can carry on. I promise we’ll be fine. Okay?”

She nodded and tip-toed on her feet to steal a kiss. Sonny wrapped his arms around her tight as he kissed her back.

“How are you feeling? I’m sorry the journey ended here for you guys,” she said.

“We did our best. I feel better now that I’m with you,” Sonny answered with his infectious smile plastered on his face.

“I’m so proud of you.” She gave him a smile, running a hand through his hair.

“Thank you. Now how about we finish the song, yeah?”

—

She finished the song with ease. Partly because she was more collected and less worried, but mostly because her muse was there, watching and supporting her. Less than an hour and she was out of the booth; she finished all the parts, along with the ad-libs and all the layers.

The proud look on Sonny’s face didn’t go unnoticed. He pulled her into a hug and patted her head, saying, “That was amazing. You did really well.”

“Thank you. Do you like the song?”

“I think it might be my new favourite.”

“You heard it, guys. The muse approved!” She grinned at Sonny, before turning around and shifting her gaze back and forth between James and Cindy. “All good, yeah? Can we wrap this up? Can I have my two days-off now?”

Everyone agreed that they could wrap up the recording session and she wasted no time on leaving the studio. She hopped on the backseat of the car with Sonny, and Nolan, her driver, drove them to the hotel that they would stay in for the next two days.

Their hands were linked. She rested her head on his shoulder as he looked out the window, watching life happening on Los Angeles’ streets. She, once in a while, looked up to get a glimpse of his face.

She knew that Sonny was jet-lagged and tired. He had flown to two different countries in the past few days. Make it three when he flies back to London in three days. Between his packed schedule, he still made an effort to see her since she wouldn’t go home for another two weeks; a couple of weeks ago it was her who had flown to Qatar to see him. It wasn’t always like this, they weren’t always insanely busy and were in different time-zones. But sometimes it did take a lot to make their relationship work, so every time they had a chance, they would always try to make the best out of it.

“What a weird life that we have…” She mumbled. It was enough to get Sonny’s attention.

“I think it’s a blessing,” he commented. “I mean, I wouldn’t even have met you if I wasn’t an international footballer.”

She giggled, sitting up so she could take a good look at his face. “Yeah. Wouldn’t have met you if I was back home helping my mum run her tea shop… You’re right. We’re living our dreams.”

Sonny stared at her in silence with a fond gaze. They’d been dating for four years, but Sonny still could make her heart skip a beat with no effort. Without saying any words, he leaned in to capture her lips, sending the butterflies in her stomach flying, also with absolutely no effort.

“Hey,” he said when he found her eyes again.

“Hmm?”

“From the very beginning, we know nothing is gonna be easy. But we’ve made it this far. We’re a good team, you know? We just always need to be a good team. And I’ll always try to be a good teammate for you.”

Her lips perked into a small smile. “I know.” She nodded and Sonny smiled back. She rested her head back on his shoulder as she felt Sonny’s thumb caressing her hand.

It was indeed a weird life that they were living. Dating in public? Casually announcing their relationship to friends and family? It didn’t work like that for them. Privacy was a luxurious thing but they couldn’t even complain because they were incredibly privileged to even have this weird life.

But she was grateful that she had Sonny. Someone who understood, someone who was willing to do more, someone that she could hold on to when life got a little bit too insane. Life could take the craziest turns but she knew that in the end everything was gonna be fine, because she had her teammate. And he would always be there, holding her hand and walking beside her, to the future that they dream together.

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sometimes i feel like i put in too much details and that’s why sometimes it takes forever for me to finish a fic, but people tell me that it’s what they love about my fics. i think it’s not the first time i mention this but yeah, i’m in a dilemma.

i enjoyed writing this one🥺 this might be my new favourite! thank you for everyone who had been reading and requesting sonny fics during this world cup! the demand was high!😆 hope you enjoyed it<3

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Helping you wash the blood off your body

I let this one get away from me... sorrynotsorry.

Joe Velasco x reader warnings: mentions of blood, mentions of hostage situation, death, police work, hurt/comfort.

Joe had been worried the moment he heard you'd gone in without back up, though he couldn't blame you, he would have done the exact same thing. He was even more worried when he found out you’d tossed your weapon in a feeble last ditch attempt to get the hostage away from her kidnapper. Again, as stressed as he was, he knew you would do just about anything to save the poor girl. She was only seven and had gone through hell and back over the last two days and you were too deep into the case to really care at this point, getting her out alive was all that mattered to you.

He knew there were two perps, and that they were both armed, and, as usual in these situations, there was always a more dominant one. The only question was how much control the dominant had over the other one, or if you’d be able to sweet talk the submissive partner enough to confuse them, twist their thoughts around in their brain to the point that they didn’t know who to believe, who to trust and turned on their partner. And that, he knew was exactly your specialty, it was part of why you’d been brought onto the SVU team in the first place, even if it was only part time, you had more than enough experience in hostage negotiation.

Which is exactly why his heart plummeted into his stomach at the sound of multiple gunshots going off inside the abandoned building. His heart pounded in his chest, thundering in his ears as he ignored Benson’s commands to stay outside, knowing there was a chance that the sight inside would be too much for him. Instead he raced inside along the rest of the team, his chest tightening when he saw you hunched over on the floor, blood splattered all over your body, soaking through your shirt and into your hair. Sometime between entering the building and now you’d managed to convince the victim to take your vest, favouring their live over your own and as much as he felt the anger surge through him at that he was just relieved to find you still breathing.

Your ears were ringing and you knew the poor girl’s must’ve been too, that no matter what she was ten times more scared that you ever could’ve been in that moment. She clung to you, her body shaking as she whimpered, you jumped at the feeling of a hand on your back and swung your elbow back so quickly you barely missed slamming it into Joe’s face.

“You okay?” His voice was panicked, barely audible over all the other noise in the room and the fuzziness in your ears.

“It’s not mine.” You replied about the blood, gesturing towards the dead perp, completely unsure if you were whispering or yelling.

Joe helped you up the best he could while you kept an arm securely wrapped around the girl as you got escorted out of the building. She got passed off to Benson and a paramedic while Joe insisted that you get cleared yourself before the two of you got the okay to head home.

He’d already stashed a pack of make up wipes in the glovebox for those late night shifts or stakeouts when your eye make up would start to bother you, passing you the package as you slid into the passenger seat. He wasn’t sure how well they’d work for blood, but you muttered a quiet thank you before attempting it yourself. The rest of the ride was silent, his hand resting on your thigh, the weight of it grounding you, calming your racing heart as you winded through the streets of New York. It felt like an entire eternity by the time you were finally pulling into your apartment, Joe wrapping his NYPD windbreaker around you to shield any late night stragglers from the crimson you were covered in.

It was wordless the way he unlocked the door and the two of you kicked off your shoes. Any personal belongings were tossed to the counter before you stripped off your shirt, tossing it directly into the garbage, letting out a grimace as you did the same with your bra, annoyed that it was ruined. Your pants quickly followed, not wanting to bother with trying to get the stains out, they were too deep, weaved into the fabric by now. Joe’s hand found home on the small of your back, nudging you toward the hallway.

“C’mon… let’s get you cleaned up…”

He turned on the shower to your preferred temperature (despite it feeling like a rain of fire on his already running hot skin), stripping out of his own clothes and grabbing a couple of the older washcloths that neither of you really cared about. He guided you into the shower, closing the door behind the two of you, shifting you under the steaming water.

“Relax…” he murmured, “it’s over. You’re safe, you’re alive, you’re here.” With each statement one of his hand squeezed somewhere on your body, grounding you and bringing you out of the catatonic state he knew you were in. “You saved that girl. She’s safe, she’s alive. Take a couple of deep breaths for me.” He squeezed at your shoulder, watching your chest rise and fall as you sucked in the air, your eyes fluttering shut as you did so. “Thank you.” He murmured, lips brushing across the back of your hand before he picked up soap to lather up the wash cloth.

Gently and with incredible care he washed the streaks of blood from your skin, watching the maroon swirl with the shower water as it circled the drain. He was sure to get all the nooks and crannies, making sure you were squeaky clean before he turned you to face the shower stream, kissing the back of your shoulder before picking up the shampoo. He worked it to a lather between his hands, massaging it through your hair, scratching ever so lightly at your scalp and you let out a satisfied hum at the sensation. He, once again, made sure that the water was running clear as he turned you, rinsing the shampoo out of your hair. Picking up the conditioner he repeated the process before wrapping his arms around your waist, holding you to him, lips brushing against your skin, reminding you that you were safe, that he would always be there for you and would always do his best to take care of you.

You turned the two of you so he was under the stream, stepping away briefly while you stole a bit of water to wash your face properly and give Jose the time to quickly shower himself before he rinsed the conditioner out of your hair and turned the water off. He handed you the larger, fluffier towel, wrapping you in it and giving you a squeeze, kissing at your head before drying himself off and disappearing into the bedroom. It was the wordless routine on nights like tonight, where you were left to do at least a couple steps of skincare before Joe came back in sweats and tee, a hoodie and choice of pants or shorts for you in hand.

“Hungry?” He murmured, kissing at your shoulder and you nodded, “I’ll order something.” He paused to dig through the bathroom drawers for a moment before linking his hand in yours and leading you out into the living room.

Handing you the remote and a fluffy blanket he’d get you settled on the couch, though you almost always stole a cushion and sank to the floor in front of him, nestling between his legs as you knew what was coming next. Once the food was ordered his fingers would start to comb through your hair, separating out any of the tangled pieces and parting it down the middle ever so gently. This was the part that he was newest to, something that over your years being together you’d done your best to teach him properly, but you never really cared if it was pristine, it was the intimacy of the moment, the tender way it showed just how much he cared. You never had the energy to properly dry your hair on nights like tonight, and certainly didn’t have enough fucks to braid it, tossing it into a damp bun only to hate yourself for it in the morning for doing so. So Joe smoothed some serum through your locks before separating the strands and fumbling his way through two French braids. Once finished he’d press a gentle kiss to the top of your head and you’d climb into his lap on the couch, resting yourself against his chest and curling up into his embrace. A moment of silence passing before you spoke,

“Thank you.” You murmured.

“Always.” He replied, fingers delicately curling under your chin to tilt your lips up for a tender kiss, “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

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escapismqueen · 2 years

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For the anon that requested a fanfic of the headcanon 🥰Here’s a little fanfic of everyone finding out about chenford. I hope it’s okay 💖it’s not the best, i won’t lie 🤣 I haven’t written in ages but I’ve given it a go. Let me know what you think 🥰

Inc: mostly just lots of fluff. Slight suggestion of smut (barely noticeable) but no actual smut or explicit mention of it.

Everyone finding out about chenford

Tim walks up to Lucy in the break room with a flustered look on his face “hey, what’s wrong ?” Lucy says, immediately noticing the change in Tim’s demeanour. Tim shuffles nervously, hands rested firmly on his belt. “I am fairly confident that Angela knows about us” Lucy stops in her tracks, coffee pot mid air “What ?! How ? We’ve been so careful !” Tim shrugs, his hands reaching for his face to try and release some of the pent up adrenaline that’s soaring through his system. “I don’t know ! We must’ve slipped up at some point.” Lucy scoffs, surely she would’ve noticed if Angela knew right ? I mean, she’s a cop for goodness sake, she figures things out for a living !. Looking up in despair, she sets the coffee pot down carefully on the counter. “No. She doesn’t” she answers in protest. Tim raises an eyebrow and a small smirk starts playing at the corner of his lips. “Then how else would you explain her asking me ‘so, whose bed’s comfier, yours or Lucy’s ?’” Lucy’s jaw drops, and with a purse of her lips, utters “okay, yeah. She knows”. Tim looks around at the empty break room with a quick glance out the windows. Stepping forward, he reaches his hand out and lightly brushes his fingers against hers. “Guess we should probably tell everyone now huh?”

“Yeah, we can do it tonight at John and Baileys game night, everyone will be there. I’ll just say it instantly, I cannot wait all night in suspense of what their reactions will be” Tim chuckles lowly to himself, but for a moment let’s fear cloud his judgment “do you not want them to know?” Lucy looks up, realising that Tim has taken her worry the wrong way. Without even a moment to think, she’s cupping his face, eyebrows furrowed and a sincerity in her eyes that is so genuine, it almost brings Tim to tears. “Of course I do ! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you worry. I was just getting stressed because I’ve never had to like, make an ‘announcement’ before. I mean, they know us both as ‘Lucy and Tim’ but not as ‘Lucy and Tim’ you know ?” Tim nods, a slight pent up breath leaving him. “I’m really happy with you. This is the happiest, most loving, healthiest relationship I’ve ever been in. I just want everything surrounding it to go well” He nods in understanding and this time it’s his turn to comfort Lucy. “Look. No matter what happens when we tell everyone, it won’t change anything about us. Okay ? You and me ? This isn’t gonna change.” A beaming smile erupts on Lucy’s face and she gives him a quick nudge with her hip “you know, this whole having feelings for me thing has really made you into quite the optimist” her smile very quickly turns into a playful accusatory smirk, her hands behind her back, heels smugly bobbing up and down off the floor. Tim’s eyes roll so high up to the skies that Lucy swears she can see her own reflection in the whites of them. The corners of his upturned lips give him away though, and she is absolutely certain that Tim Bradford just got caught red handed; he loves it when she messes with him. ‘Zip it Chen’ “ohhhhh, Chen now is it ? Well, well, well, suppose I should get back to work then” she leaves the room with a skip in her step, Tim looking ahead at her, eyes focused on every step she takes, thanking his lucky stars that Lucy Chen is no longer just his ‘co-worker’ although, she never really was ‘just that’ to him.

Later on that night

“Okay, let’s run through the plan again” Lucy lets out a shaky breath and turns to Tim outside Johns front door, arms resting safely on his, hoping that everything will go to plan and that they can finally just be a couple out in the open. “Luce” he reassures, bringing his hands out to slowly rest over hers, fingers grazing lightly up and down to give her some calm. He doesn’t want Lucy to get herself in a spin about it. He knows she’s worried because she greatly values the others’ opinions, and she’s always been one to care what others think. “We’ve got this. Okay ?” Her head nods rapidly in agreement , the anxiety that was bubbling in her chest almost instantly vanishing at the earnest tone in her boyfriends voice. “You’re right. We’ve got this, it’ll all be fine. I am prepared for any and all teasing that will be sent our way” she jokes. Both of them give each other a look of encouragement before gathering themselves and reaching for the door. “Oh, one more thing” Tim’s head whips round, noticing a glint in his girlfriends eyes. “What ?” He ask softly. Lucy just smile and reaches up to Tim, heels off the floor, arms now wrapped comfortably around Tim’s neck. Before he can even register what’s happening, Lucy quickly leans forward and brushes her glossy lips against his. A small moan erupts from Tim, loving the warmth that not only his lips are now feeling, but his chest too; before he can even attempt to deepen the kiss, his reason for being left flustered has already entered the Nolan residence. “Is she serious?” He mumbles lowly to himself, now questioning his choices to come tonight. why didn’t they just decide to stay home together tonight ? He sure as hell wants to be home with her now. Rallying himself together, he exhales and follows Lucy into the house.

A few hours into game night

Lucy looks to Tim, eyes darting from him to the rest of the group, signalling him it’s time. Tim sends her a quick wink, and clears his throat loudly, catching the attention of the group. “So, me and Lucy wanted to tell you all something” “is it-“ Nyla grasps Angela’s arm and shoots her a glance. The message is understood. This has to be Tim and Lucy’s announcement. Lucy dramatically lifts herself up off the couch, hands clasped together, a new confidence radiating off of her, and faces the group. Tim Bradford is the one for her. And here’s her chosen family, sat around together, in the midst of a very enjoyable (let’s not forget chaotic) game night. There couldn’t be a more prefect time to tell everyone. “Me and Tim are dating” “we have been for a few weeks actually” Tim joyously chimes in. Silence. No one utters a word, Nolan’s clock can be heard ticking in the background, mimicking the new couples tense heart rate. Before either of them get a chance to question it, Angela’s thunderous laughter breaks the quiet. Then everyone begins to laugh. Loud, happy, uproarious laughs. “Excuse me ? What’s so funny ?” Both Lucy and Tim’s eyebrows have furrowed in defensiveness, not sure what to make of this unexpected reaction. “Calm down” Angela manages to articulate, despite the giggles still leaving her mouth. “We’re only laughing because we know” “what ?” Tim’s eyebrows somehow furrow even more, eyes circling to Lucy’s noticing just as much confusion in hers. “You can’t all know already. We suspected Angela might, but there’s no way the rest of you knew” Lucy nods rapidly in agreement. Angela doesn’t let them continue their protest for a second longer. She reaches into her jeans pocket, and reveals her phone so victoriously that she looked as though she were holding a trophy. “You two, are not subtle. Like, at ALL” she takes a prideful stride towards them and open up her photos app. Lucy looks to Tim for help “what’s happening?” all he can grant her is a slight widening of his eyes and a shrug of his shoulders. Nyla starts to smirk from the couch, readjusting herself to find a comfier position “oh, this is gonna be good” she whispers to James, lifting the beer smugly to her mouth. “So here’s some pictures I’ve gathered over the last few weeks. What’s interesting about them is that, I wasn’t even trying to catch you. You just made it that easy” so much delight erupts from Angela’s voice that Lucy can’t help but release a small smile. She knows that her and Tim are about to get the teasing of a lifetime.

One picture turned into ten, pictures of them holding hands, leaning closely to one another, Angela somehow even got one of them kissing in Tim’s car at the end of shift ! Soon enough, Tim was ordering Angela to put her phone away because they ‘get the point’. “Why didn’t any of you say anything if you knew ?” It’s Aaron’s turn to speak up now “we wanted you to do it in your own time. It’s not like we didn’t see this coming, I mean, I thought you two were already together when I came to mid-Wilshire’ “yeah !” Celina interrupts, “your auras match so perfectly together and I could always sense a deep, loving connection between you two. You can’t make that stuff up. Actually, whilst we’re talking about it, can I analyse your birth charts ?” “No” “omg yes” Tim and Lucy utter in sync. Lucy looks to Tim and places her hand softly on his bicep, lightly stroking up and down. “Oh, cmon, Please ?” She pouts. Tim looks at her playful pout, and hears her plea, but all he can focus on is the way her fingers are gently caressing the hair on his arms “Okay, fine, but I don’t need to know about it” who is he kidding ? He’s going to let her tell him every little detail. “yes !, Celina, we will have our birth charts analysed please” Lucy runs over to Celina, phone in hand and smile so big and beautiful, Tim is convinced it could cure all the worlds problems. “Am I the only one confused ? I had no idea this was happening the last few weeks, this is great ! Did everyone know about this ?” Bailey turns to Nolan, surprise not concealed at all “babe, really ? It’s so obvious” she laughs, giving his shoulder a reassuring pat “it’s okay, you’ve been busy with TO work, it’s understandable you wouldn’t have noticed” another laugh escapes her. “Wouldn’t have noticed ?!” Wesley joins in, “I’m barely even at the station and I knew !” Angela looks to her husband lovingly, a smile playing at her lips “yeah, we’ve been gossiping about it together almost every day” Tim rolls his eyes, making sure to stop at Lucy on the way. He watches her, curiously leaned over her phone with Celina ‘god, she’s so amazing’ he thinks to himself. Angela quickly excuses herself from the group, and pulls Tim to one side. He looks at her in puzzlement. “I’m really happy for you, I’ve never seen you ever look this happy. You and Lucy are great together.” The two close friends smile fondly at each other, and wrap each other in a warm hug. Angela knows of Tim’s past and how much of a toll his relationship with Isabel took on him. And it doesn’t take a genius to know that Lucy Chen only ever has Tim’s best interests at heart. She’s so glad her two friends have finally admitted how they felt. “I really am” Tim beams, sneaking a glance at Lucy again, the warmth in his chest growing at the sight of her. “Oh, by the way” Angela cuts in on his thoughts “pinks a good colour on you” pink ? What is she talking about, he’s not got anything pink on. Angela notices his bewilderment and slyly points at her lips, walking away and giggling to herself again. Tim reaches up and touches his lips, surprised to feel something sticky on them. He pulls his hand away to find a pink stain with little specks of glitter swimming in it. Lucy’s kiss outside of Nolan’s door suddenly comes flooding back to him and all he can do is stand there, jaw slacked and a glare sent Lucy’s way. Lucy momentarily switches her attention from the phone to Tim for a second, eyes widening as she realises what’s going on. Her hand covers her mouth almost instantly, a smile breaking both her and Tim’s faces, laughter bubbling out not long after. Angela was right, they really aren’t that subtle.

#chenford #chenfordfanfic #therookie #therookiefanfic #bekindlol #chenfordheadcanons

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z0-ne · 2 years

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Died for him

What if...: What if Marco had a Partner that died instead? Saving him from being heard or noticed by Reiner, Bertholdt and even Annie?)

Slight Jean x reader? Its unrequinted but it's there!

(Third Person)

"I'm gonna go find Marco!"

(Name) Suddenly spoke up as they readjusted their belt and tanks. They had hoped he would have stayed with the group, but when he had mentioned going back to help anyone else, and look for Reiner and Bertholdt, they knew there was no convincing him otherwise.

The lack of his arrival was worrying enough to have them fumbling with their swords and biting the tip of your lip.

"oh? Don't wanna leave your little boyfriend alone for too long, huh?"

Jean teased them as they prepped to look for Marco, the freckled boy who had just been with their group a few minutes ago that suddenly disappeared. Jean noticed it too, but after the experience he just had and how (Name) Must've nearly been out of gas due to the group's successful attempt to save him, he thought against going with them.

Watching as they fiddled with their belt and seemed the most worried out of all of them, He slowly approached them, pushing past Connie and Sasha in the process.

"Oh, shut up Jean! I just wanna make sure he's okay."

Jean couldn't deny the fact that he was worried too, but he was worried about both (Name) and Marco. He was well aware of just how selfless they could be in these cases, so if something went wrong, he would prefer it if they had all the help they could need. He didn't want to lose them.

Stopping just beside them as they got their gear in order, hand on his gear, Jean quickly turned to Connie and asked a question that wasn't all that expected of him.

"Connie, lend me your gear? I'm going with (Name) to look for Marco."

"What? No Jean, I'm fine on my own."

They objected before Connie could even answer, and it earned them a weird side eye from Jean. He wanted to argue back with them and tell them that he was going no matter what they said to try to stop him, but after all this time of knowing them, he knew that it was pointless to argue back on something like this.

Turning and placing a supportive hand on their shoulder, Jean looked at (Name) and warned them.

"Look, just be careful. I don't want to have to scrape you off the ground because you got reckless, okay? Just grab Marco and come back. I..

Making promises like that, Jean knew it was pointless after they just stared for a while before they turned away and hummed in what could be taken as agreement or simply acknowledging what he wanted you to do with no intentions of following through with it. As he watched them jump from the wall and swing from the houses to titan in search of Marco, he balled up his fist.

Wasting his time warning them, when he already knew how they would be, and what they would sacrifice for that freckled boy.

They would die for Marco.

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(Second Person!)

You swung from House to Titan, cutting the napes as you went along and ducking away from those you could avoid.

So far you had been looking for a while and the fear that had already settled in the bottom of your stomach began to rise, and you felt like you would get teary-eyed soon if you had to accept the worst when it came to him. You knew Marco for years before you started to date, and the thought of losing him.

It was unimaginable.

Wiping your face of the sweat mixed with the tears you didn't know were forming and falling down from your eyes and rolling onto the tips of your cheeks. Blinking a few more times to steady your sight, you looked around the buildings one more time.

'Come on...Please be here.'

You thought to yourself as you bit your lip, nibbling at it until you could feel the skin pulling. Eventually you landed and ran from roof top, to roof top looking around and slowly letting the stress settle as you gripped your swords tightly. You were prepared for the worst.

'If I'm fast enough, I can make it in time to save him if he's in trouble!'

You thought to yourself until you spotted him, looking around just like you were. You knew he was looking for someone else at the moment, but that could be the least of your worries right now. All that mattered to you was that he was still alive.

You were prepared for the worst. As you ran over to him, swords placed back in their designated spots and shoes tightened. Jumping down from the slightly taller roof you were on and rolling to lighten the fall. You stood up quickly and ran over to Marco, who didn't hear you until you were closer.

Gripping onto his arm and pulling him into a tight hug, you could feel your heart slowly down to a regular pace again as he wrapped his arms around you and chuckled. Feeling him vibrate a little because of it.

You pulled away to look at him and smiled, relieved to have found him after so long.

"I was so worried about you, I thought something had happened.."

"Sorry (Name) I just wanted to find the others, they kinda of ran off on their own too...I'm fine though I promise."

"It's okay Marco, but speaking of the others...did you ever find them?"

He shook his head no and explained that he had just gotten here with what you assumed to be a few minutes before you did. It wasn't to be unexpected. He did leave some time ago, and it took you a minute to go and follow him because you didn't want to be overbearing.

At first, he held your elbows in the palms of his hands, but after a few seconds he snapped his head over to the top of a house that blocked your view and a bit of your hearing. Marco moved his hands from your elbows and turned to make his way to the building, and you watched him for a while before following him.

Marco got to the wall before you, and it took you a minute before you got close enough to hear the familiar voices.

'Oh! Reiner and Bertholdt. Great, now we can go back.'

You thought to yourself as you stepped up a little closer behind Marco, it wasn't until you had gotten a little closer that your smile dropped and something in your stomach turned and twisted.

"We worked so hard to make that hole. Should we really let him plug it?!"

Berthold Whispered/yelled. He tried to keep his voice down as much as he could, but you and Marco could still hear him just fine. Even though you heard him say it, you wanted to deny it. The simple fact that they might be claiming to have something to do with this disaster.

"Yeah, we should. We waited five years to find a titan like this and we finally did it."

Reiner responded, his voice gruff but still keeping the tone down low enough to not draw too much attention

Just like that, Reiner had confirmed all of your suspicions, answered all of your questions, and quickly filled your stomach with a sick feeling of what felt like grief, anger and fear. Grief of the loss of a friend that was never truly a friend, anger for the lies they told and the ones you blindly believed for five years, and fear for what would come next.

Snapping your head over in Marco's direction, the realization hit you like a bus when you remembered just how close they had gotten over the years spent not only training but the few times they've fought by each other's side. Without another thought, you quickly slapped your hands over Marco's mouth and yanked him back.

"Shush Marco, we have to run-"

You whispered, but just as you yanked him back, a blade slipped from his gear and slammed onto the hard roof beneath your feet, leaving a loud clank of noise as it touched the ground and bounced a few times before finally stopping. It seemed like time had stopped and everything came to a standstill as the fear settled in.

Hands began to shake, stomach turning and bubbling with fear. You quickly sat the two of you down, and hopped. Neither of them heard it, or just assumed some poor soul was getting munched on in the jaws of a Titan.

"Who's there? C'mon, show yourself!?"

It was Reiner. You kept your hand lapsed over Marco's mouth and leaned close to his ear. The noise in the background would be enough to mute out your whispers if you got close enough. Reiner's demand was more of a check to see if anyone really was over there, and you knew if you both ran away then and there, he would know you heard something you shouldn't have.

'What do we do?'

You heard Marco speak in your hand, and you quickly slipped your finger over your lips and leaned in a little closer to tell him what your plan was. You were prepared for the worst. So you knew what had to be done.

"You need to leave. I'm gonna distract them, and take them far away from you while you go and hide. When I'm far away, you go to Jean and the others.''

Shaking his head no, you sighed, knowing he wouldn't let something like this happen and he just leaves you behind. No matter how skilled you are, it doesn't change the fact that you were still someone he held close.

"No, No. You can't-"

Just before he could utter another word out, you both could hear a few footsteps approaching your hiding spot. There was no screaming or chewing sound before or after the sword hit the ground, so it was only a matter of time before they had both gotten suspicious.

"Hey! Either come out or we'll come to you!"

After that, you thought of only one thing you could do at the moment and, against Marco's better judgment, you revealed yourself to them via voice.

"It-It's just me! (Name)! I'm coming, just give me a second! My gear came a loose!"

They stopped due to your lie and possibly not wanting to become more suspicious, and you could hear them mumbling before giving you a minute to hurry up and come out from the spot you were currently hiding in. It took a minute to convince Marco to leave.

"Look. I won't say it again. Leave Marco, I can handle this, I promise. Just please do this for me."

"I don't want you to die-"

His voice was soft and nearly silent. If you weren't so close you wouldn't have heard his pleas. His fear, you could feel it from how his hands shook as he gripped onto your elbows as if his life had depended on it, or if he let you go, you'd just disappear. You couldn't blame him though. If you were in his shoes, you wouldn't know how to react.

Placing your hands on his upper arms, you leaned in and placed a short, sweet, gentle, reassuring kiss on his lips. Looking at him in his dark brown eyes and staring at him. Taking in his features for it would be the last time you'd see him, the first last time you'd kiss him. Such a bitter sweet moment.

"I don't want you to die either, so promise me you'll live and I'll do my best to come back to you."

He stared back at you, looking into your (Colored) Eyes and (Colored) (Length) (Textured) Hair. (If you don't have hair, ignore the other part) and every little mark on your face. He had faith that he would see you again, and he really did want to believe what you were saying about coming back to him if he did what you asked.

Yet as he pulled you into a warm, tight and long hug, you knew that deep down, he was scared that you weren't going to come back at all. That was a thought in the back of his mind as he squeezed up until you broke the hug, wiped the tears from his face, and kissed the back of his hand before standing up.

You turned your back to him, not being able to stand his pitiful expressions any longer as you stepped forward. It was time to face the Traitors, and no matter how much you wanted to turn around and go with Marco one last time, you knew this was the only way to help him.

"Okay, I'm coming out now!"

You yelled as you stepped around the tall roof you hid behind and stared them down. Both men looked back at you with damn near unreadable expressions, and you simply covered your unbearable fear with anger.

"What...did you hear..?"

You gulped heavily and balled your fist at your sides as the dreadful question left his mouth. The last thing you wanted to do was die today, but you were prepared for the worst.

Up until this moment.

Your knees wanted to buckle beneath your feet as your hands began to tremble uncontrollably, eyes nearly watered. You could feel your stomach bubbling up so much you thought you'd puke then and there. Everything was so scary all of a sudden, and you could only conclude one thing from this feeling alone.

"Everything..."

"It was..Just a joke-"

"No Bertholdt...Not this time.."

It was silent for a good ten seconds exactly. You only knew because you counted down the seconds that felt like minutes as you waited for his next response to what you admitted to hearing. There was no point in lying. They knew just as well as you did that if you left, then they'd be caught in this little scheme.

Ten seconds was all it took for Reiner to make up his mind.

"I'm..sorry"

Ten seconds for you to know what would happen next.

Reiner ran forward, and you jumped out of the way. Using your tank to blast yourself off the roof in the opposite direction, you told Marco to run and hide off to. You knew that they'd follow you if you only made yourself available, and as you kept glancing back and seeing them get further and further, you let everything else be drowned out.

What would come next would be the worst part of this whole plan. Five years...of everything taken and thrown away just like this. You closed your eyes and blocked out anything else other than Marco. Your passing would be easier if he was the last thing on your mind, if he was the last person you saw and hugged.

Suddenly, you felt a rough force slam you to the ground, holding you in a chokehold, and soon another voice and more footsteps approached you. You could hear Bertholdt Protest what he was doing, but reluctantly going along with it when Reiner told him to snap out of it. You could feel a sudden spark of fear as he went to unhook your gas tanks.

The speeding of your heart, shortness of breath, and that same feeling in your stomach you just couldn't shake at all today. No matter what you did, it just kept coming back. Except this time, you knew why.

Thrashing around in both their grips, eyes closed and grip tight on Reiner's arms. The least that you could do was give him something to remember you by, so you scratched his arm, leaving a deep cut and causing him to flinch back as you kicked Bertholdt and ran to god knows where.

You still hadn't opened your eyes, and it wasn't until Reiner grabbed you by your pant's leg and yanked you back to him that you continued.

"Annie! Take their gear!"

Something froze. You weren't sure if it was actually you, but hearing that come from Reiner despite everything still managed to shock you. Out of everyone here, you didn't really want to believe that Annie was a part of this despite your past suspicions. As you felt the weight being lifted from your waist, you shut your eyes tighter than before and turned your head away from them.

As you felt yourself touch the ground, the next part came quick but ended slowly. You were lifted by a titan and as it brought you to its mouth, it began to chew. Hardly enough to completely chew through the bones and thick flesh, so it took some time. With each bite being more intense than the last, you felt like your entire body was on fire as you screamed at the top of your lungs.

"We trusted you! We all trusted you! "

You didn't know what you were trying to prove by doing that. If they did all this then it was obvious they didn't care about the trust they gained from you all.

Not even opening your eyes to see the horrified look on everyone's face, and soon you could feel your mind going numb with pain. The metallic taste of blood fills your mouth as your body slowly goes limp within the titan's hands.

'"Marco...I didn't tell Marco...I loved him.."

Those last words were all they heard before silence mixed with the sick sound of flesh and bones being grinded between a large set of dirty teeth. All standing in horror, but one thing that shocked both Annie and Betholdt the most was what Reiner had said after you died. The one thing you never got to hear.

"Hey...Why is (Name) Being eaten?"

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(Bonus number one!)

Looking through the many mutilated corpses after the battle, Jean felt like he had gotten the worst end of the stick. Having to identify such bodies of people he hardly actually knew by face, let alone being able to name them.

So many people had been lost that day, but as he turned the corner as looked down he would've never expected to see a corpse with (Color) Skin, (Length) (color) (Texture) hair, or (Face spots of any kind). The half of their lower body was gone, and their eyes were closed and their cheeks mixed with dried blood and tears.

Their uniform was absolutely destroyed and their nails had dried blood underneath them. Jean stopped dead in his tracks and simply stared down at the corpse. So many questions ran through his mind at the moment. Where was Marco?, how did this even happen?, Why didn't he just go with you instead?

He felt sick, and wanted to cry. This wasn't how he wanted to see you. He wanted you whole and happy, not mutilated and miserable looking. Will this forever be the last picture engraved in his mind of you every time he tries to think of you?

"Did you know them?"

"I..loved them..."

"Ah...I'm sorry, but it doesn't get easier.."

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(Bonus number two!)

When it came time to run and hide away, Marco didn't want to leave. He looked back a few times before finally crawling away into the nearest building, where he would be fine to hide for a while. When he finally got in there, he couldn't help but break down when he heard Reiner and Bertholdt's gas tanks go off.

Curling up and leaning against a wall as he stiffled his cries by biting his tongue. Tears fell down from his eyes like a waterfall as he soaked the sleeves of his jacket in the salty river of greif. As much as he hoped and wanted to fully believe that you would come back perfectly fine, he knew what the reality was.

You wouldn't come back to him at all.

You would die for him.

Now here he was living on while you left to sacrifice yourself for him.

Marco stayed there, greifing the loss of the love of his life, and he didn't even get to tell them he loved them before they just went off. Silent sobs and gentle hiccups were the best he could do to stop himself from screaming your name at the top of his lungs and sobbing over your death. Stopping himself from screaming at your killers and letting everyone know.

Right now, he needed to be alone. Even if it was for a minute. Only long enough to imagine you were still there, and pretened that it was you still by his side, covering him with your warmth instead of his own arms wrapping around his weakened form.

Still, he knows you aren't there, because you died for him.

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