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spidybaby · 16 days

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Canceled Flight

Summary: Pedri and you never expected that a canceled flight was going to make you label your relationship.

Warnings: cursing.

"Mamá, leave the refrigerator alone." Pedri laughs, watching his mom go through the things inside. "You are going to be late."

"I'm just making sure you have everything, I don't want you not eating because you don't have food."

He rolls his eyes. "I can cook an egg."

"But you don't do it, son." His father says, walking with his luggage in hand.

"Guys, let's go." Fer shouts. "The Uber is outside, let's go."

Pedri helps his parents with their luggage, Fer was placing his next to him. "Hey, text me when you're back home." He whispers.

"Will do," he smiles. "Have fun at home, say hi to grandma for me." He hugs his brother

Fee smiles, hugging him and joining his parents inside the car. "Bye!" Pedri shakes his hand in the air.

He walks back home, grabbing his phone and texting you that he will be ready in a few minutes.

He runs upstairs to get his sneakers. You suggested taking a walk around the gated community, just to talk.

He likes the idea, mostly because he will spend time with you. The other good thing is that nobody will bother the two of you while doing that.

He grabbed his keys, walked to the end of the street, and knocked on your door. The best part about you is that you live so close to him.

You two met up one day when you were running. He was late for a meeting, weird thing about him, when he exit his house he didn't even payed attention or looked at both sides.

He knocked you over, helping you to get up. He apologized with barely a few words, eyes roaming between you and his car.

You laughed at how worried yet how in a hurry he was. Reassuring him that you were fine and that he could leave.

You then found him again when he was entering his home. He left his car on the driveway.

"Not in a hurry this time?" You asked, smiling at him.

"Hola!" He smiled. "I'm still feel bad." He says.

"Don't. It was a mistake." You chuckle. "I like your car." You say, trying to make conversation.

"If you know how to drive, I can borrow it anytime." He smiles. "That way, I can make it up for throwing you in the ground."

"I'm Y/n." You extended your hand.

"I'm Pedri." He shakes your hand.

That small talk got you two exchanging numbers. You went on a few dates, nothing crazy.

He wanted to keep you on the low before even formalizing anything between you two. That way, if anybody took a photo he wouldn't mind

He likes you very much. He even told Fer about you, telling him that he never felt that way about aby other girl.

"Oh hi!" You say, hugging him and kissing his cheek. "Ready for a walk?"

He humms yes, kissing your cheek a few times. You laugh at the feeling of his beard. Arms tightening the hug.

"Let's go!" He says, separating from the hug and taking your hand.

You two walk for a little in silence, hand in hand as you enjoy each others company. You love how his thumb is caressing your hand.

"My dad wants to get a dog." You say.

"Really?" He smiles. "Get a labrador. That way, we can match dogs."

"I'll suggest it." You laugh, hugging his arm, planting a kiss on the side of his head. "I'm going with my sibling to the game this weekend." You tell him.

"Really?" He says, excited about the idea of you there. "Did you buy the tickets?"

"Not yet, my dad is the one that's going to get t-"

"I'll get them for you." He smiles. "Vip, section too." He jokes with you, raising his eyebrows. "And I can maybe lean you a jersey."

"Oh, yes!" You say excited. "I want the 19, please."

His smile drops. "Hahaha." He fakes laughing. "I think you would appreciate the 8 more."

"Nah, I'll stick with the 19." You smile. You get to a small kids' playground. "Let's sit on the swings." You pull him.

You make him sit on the swing, pushing him to move him. The way he's laughing is so cute to you.

"Time out, come here." He says, smiling like crazy.

You move to sit next to him, but he's quicker and pulls you over his lap, sitting you there. With one hand, he's grabbing your waist, and the other is grabbing the chain of the swing.

You two laugh as he swings you carefully. "We are going to fall, Pedri." You say.

"Fine," he says, stopping. "I was thinking that maybe we can eat something while watching a movie." He says, kissing your shoulder.

"I love that idea." You smile at him. Hand caressing his arm that's around your waist. "Let's go."

You stand up, helping him do the same. You two walk back to his place. This time, you make more conversation.

"What are you craving?" You ask him.

"What are you craving?" He repeats the question.

"Well, considering I can eat whatever I want when I want to." You laugh. "I'll let you pick."

"Maybe pizza." He smiles.

You feel how the small water drops start falling onto you and him.

"Oh shit." You say, grabbing his hand and running a little.

The small drops quickly became a very strong rain. Wetting you and him.

"Why did we even walk that far?" He laughs. You stopped, pulling him. "What?"

"We are already wet." You pull him into your arms, kissing him. "Might as well do that." You say as you separate.

He kisses you again, hugging your waist. "Let's go, I don't want you to get sick."

You get to his place. He asked you to wait while he brings a towel and a bin for the wet clothes. You do as you are told, taking your shoes and socks off.

"I have this bathrobe. It's a little bigger, but you can cover with it. I'll start the dryer." He says.

"Help me with it." You ask, making him nod.

He passes the robe around your shoulder, grabbing it to make sure it doesn't fall. You take off your top, eyes glued to his.

You can't help the feeling on your stomach, not even when you take off your bra his eyes moved away from yours.

"Thank you." You say, tightening the belt of the robe. "My leggings are kind of water resistant, so they will get dried faster, no dried needed." You smile at him.

"I'll make sure to hang it for you." He smiles. "I'll grab you a t-shirt, so you can be comfortable. Why don't you sit, I'll be back."

You nod, walking inside his house. Taking a seat at his couch. You notice the framed pictures of him and his family.

"Do you like pasta?" He asks, walking inside with a short and a towel around his shoulders. His bare chest makes you feel some type of way. "Here's that shirt, I think it will cover you so you don't feel hot with the robe."

"Thank you." You smile. "Need some help with dinner?"

"Well, hope you don't mind eating reheated pasta, my brother made it for me a few hours ago."

"I can make us some garlic breads if you like that." You say.

"Joer', that sounds amazing."

"Just need some garlic, butter, a pan, and the bread." You smile at him. "I can add cheese if you want to."

He nods happy, handing you all the stuff you need to cook. He does his part, and you do yours.

You open the robe a little, the making of the foor was making you feel hot. "Want some lemonade?" He asks, kissing your shoulder while he looks at you placing the bread on a plate.

You nod, thanking him. You help him serve the pasta while he fixes the table. You love how he's so affectioned and so clingy.

You two eat and talk about the next match. You asked him to spoiler you either any strategy that they planned.

He loves talking with you, it was so easy and so simple. Yet it feels like he knows you all his life. He wanted to move forward with you. Not doubt.

"Let me help you with the dishes." You grab both yours and his plate. Bringing them to the kitchen to wash them.

"Let's place them on the dishwasher, it's easier." He grabs your waist, making you turn. "Let me do it." He smiles.

You nod, hands locking on his neck. You kiss him, loving the way his lips feel on yours. He grabs your waist, lifting you and placing you on top of the counter.

You watch as he does the work. You love how he looks at you while doing it. "Done."

You open your arms to him. He loves how you embrace him. "La verdad si quiero esa camiseta con el 8." (Honestly, I do want that jersey with the 8 on it) you smile, kissing him.

He deepens the kiss, his arms wrapping around your waist. You move your hand to his hair, pulling it a little bit.

He can't help the small whine that he let out. Making you smirk into the kiss. "Want some ice cream?" He asks, separating to take air.

You blush a little. "Yes, I would love that." You whisper.

He pecks you again, smiling at you. He walks over to his fridge, taking the pot of ice cream and grabbing a spoon.

He sets between your legs. "Open your mouth."

Your stomach turns because of the tone he's using. You do as you are told, letting him spoon feed you.

"It's so good." You smile.

You take the pot and spoon from his hands, feeding him with the ice cream. "It really is good." He smiles.

You left the container next to you. Grabbing his cheeks, you go back to kiss him. You love that he tastes like an ice cream.

You are so into the kiss that you don't hear how the door opens and closes. You are too focused on the way pedri is humming against your lips.

You hear someone clearing their throat. Pedri separates from you, turning to see his brother standing there with a luggage. (🧍🏻)

"Mierda." He mumble.

You feel the embarrassment of your life. You close the rope and jump off the counter. Fer is looking at you two. Speechless.

"Fer, can you get me some water?" Pedri's father asks. You just got more red. "Hi!" He says, smiling.

You smile a little, feeling shy. Waving with your hand, not trusting your voice.

Pedri clears his throat. "You guys are back." He nervously laughs, he scratches hmthe back of his neck. "This is Y/n." He smiles at you, tying to not make the situation more awkward.

"Hello, Miss Y/n." His dad smiles. "I'm Fernando." He smiles, walking over to you and extending his hand.

You took his hand, shaking it lightly. "Nice to meet you, sir." You whisper.

"And this is my brother." Pedri says.

Fer just nods, trying not to laugh at the situation. "Hi." He smiles.

You whisper a hi back at him. You want to die, you never expected to meet his family like that. Not while you're only wearing Pedri's t-shirt, your panties and a oversized robe.

"Fer, why don't you reheat the pasta." You hear a woman voice. "Also, where's Pedri? He left the dryer on."

You want to jump out of the window, not only were you half naked in front of his father and brother, but you also ate the pasta his mother asked his brother to reheat.

You look at the dishwasher, knowing the empty pasta bowl was there. Pedri noticed how uncomfortable you look.

His mother stops on her tracks, noticing a new face. She just smiles, not thinking anything bad. "Hola."

You smile back, and you can feel your red face. You wave at her.

"The dryer was on because we were out, and the rain started, so we got all wet." He ober explains. "This is Y/n." He smiles, pointing at you. "And there's no more pasta." He whispers.

"And there's no more ice cream, I see." Rosy jokes, noticing the container on the counter. "It's okay, we can eat other thing."

You turn to the melted container of ice cream. You then look at Pedri, he feels weird.

"I'll go to my room. Help me with the luggage, dad?" Fer says, making his father nod.

His father and him walk upstairs with the three suitcases. Rosy stakes a seat at the wooden stool.

"Our flight was canceled due to the rain, but look, no more rain now." She says, mad about the situation. "Anyways. Y/n, is it my mind or I have seen you around?" Rosy asks.

"I live at the end of the block." You smile at her. "I've seen you a few times." You say, remembering that you said your greeting to her on the street as you walked back home.

"Right, I remember your face. You run."

"Yes, I do." You nod, smiling but still feeling awkward. "I'm sorry about the pasta." You apologized.

"It's okay, was it good?"

"Very, I'm also sorry about the ice cream." You say.

She nods, not caring but enjoying the way pedri, and you look so uncomfortable.

"Are you Pedri's friend?"

You think on what to say for a few seconds, you were more than just his friend but nothing that you and him ever talked about.

"She's-" Pedri starts. Clearing his throat. "She's my girlfriend." He says, passing his arm around your waist. "She's actually coming to the game this weekend."

You blush at his comment, you really like him, and you love the idea of him being yours. You place your hand on his.

"I'm sorry we met this way." You say to her.

"Don't worry," she chuckles. "I hope next time it's better. Now, if you excuse me. I'll be in my room."

You both say your goodbyes to her. You wait till she's gone. Laughing at how awkward the whole thing was.

"I think our clothes are dry." He says, grabbing your hand and walking with you to the laundry room. "I'm sorry about that shit show." He says, head resting on your shoulder.

"I want to die, honestly." You laugh again.

"Can we do it together?" He asks, making you nod. "I'll let you change, I'll be outside."

You wait till he's out of the room, taking a big breath. You feel like if you are in fever dream.

You grab your clothes from the dryer, dress yourself, and try to fix your hair on the reflection of the machine.

You open the door, finding him on his phone. "All done." You smile at him. "I think my shoes are still wet, but that's something I can fix at home."

"Let me walk you." He opens the door for you.

The walk home was slow and silent. You don't know what to say and he's afraid he might say the wrong thing.

"We're here." He says.

You grab the small key you left on the pouch of your leggings. You open the door, thanking him for walking your home.

You wave goodbye at him, closing the door. You stayed there for a few seconds. Trying to process everything.

You hear three knocks on the door. Opening it, you find Pedri. "Hi." You whisper, smiling.

"I forgot something." He says, breathless.

You open the door, confused about what he might have forgotten. "What did you forget?"

"This."

He grabs your hips, pulling you over to him. His lips clash over yours. You place your hands on his cheeks, bringing him closer.

When the air feels necessary, you two pull away. Waiting only a few seconds before going back to the kiss.

"Let's repeat this date tomorrow." He says, smiling at you.

You bit your lip, pecking him. "Deal, you have to make something up to me." He frowns, not understanding what you are saying. "You never asked me if I wanted to be your girlfriend."

He then smiles, understanding everything. "I'll make sure to make it up. Don't want you to say no." He says, hands on your cheeks. His thumbs caressing your face.

"I won't, just ask me this time." You laugh.

You kiss again. You love the feeling.

"Go home, González." You place your hands on his shoulders, pushing him jokingly. "It's late, and you need to rest for tomorrow's training."

"Will do, boss." He laughs. "I have to train extra hard, don't want my girlfriend to feel embarrassed of my game."

"She won't." You say, caressing his cheek. "Text me when you are home?"

"Will do, preciosa." He smiles, quickly getting closer and pecking you one last time. "Now I can leave in peace." He laughs, making you laugh with him.

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xreader-writing · 1 month

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A/n: I created this scenario while taking a shower, please don't hate me lol

Warnings: Violence, mentions of suicide, Abby very villainous.

"NOT HER, LET HER GO, FUCK!"

Ellie feels her vision begin to blur as she sees the love of her life in Abby's hands.

"Hold her, I want her to see this." Abby says pulling Y/n's hair.

"FIGHT ME ABBY, SHE HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH THIS, LET HER GO!" Ellie tried to get free while crying and screaming.

"It's okay Ellie." Y/n says as Abby throws her to the ground again.

"Yes Ellie, it's okay." Aby says mockingly and hitting Y/n's face again.

"No, fuck I'm going to kill you!"

Ellie looks at your girlfriend and sees her on the floor now completely still.

"No... NO, Y/N PLEASE SWEETHEART!" Ellie screamed.

"You can let her go now." Abby says and as soon as she is released, Ellie runs to Y/n's body on the floor.

"No my baby I'm sorry honey, I'm sorry." Ellie says hugging Y/n's limp body and kissing her hair with her eyes closed.

At that moment, Ellie didn't care about Abby or the fucking end of the world, for her her world had ended right there.

"Hey my love, can you hear me?" Ellie says softly in Y/n's ear.

Y/n opens her eyes without really knowing where she is.

"Ellie?"

"Hey my love shhh, don't try so hard my princess."

"We... we won?" She asks and Ellie closes her eyes and looks around realizing that Abby had left.

"Yes honey, you won for me." Ellie said smiling, it was a fucking lie, but there was no need to say bad things to Y/n now.

"You're such a liar." She smiles and Ellie starts crying again.

"I love you so, so much." Ellie kisses Y/n's cheeks.

"I love you too... Ellie I just realized something." Ellie looks into she's eyes.

"What honey?"

"I never told my mom how much I love you, but I think she already knew." She says closing her eyes and laughing softly.

"Do you think so?" Ellie says smiling too.

"Oh yeah, I only talked about you to her, and we're always together." They both smile.

"Well, but everyone will be sure, because if you die I won't stay here." Y/n closes her smile when she hears Ellie say that, she knew very well what her "staying here" meant.

"Ellie no..."

"Then you better stay with me, come on, let's take you home."

"Fuck Ellie it hurts." Y/n moans and the other girl just wants to scream and cry louder.

"You have to try love, please for me." They both cry softly.

"I swear if you get better we'll get married love, it'll just be me and you."

"That would be nice..." Y/n smiles, closing her eyes.

"It would be, wouldn't it? Honey? Please don't fall asleep."

"I'm so sleepy..."

"I know, I know." Ellie hugs her girlfriend's body tighter.

Fuck, I'll only stop when I take my last breath.

#ellie willams x reader #ellie the last of us #ellie williams masterlist #ellie williams x reader #the last of us

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dozing-marshmallow · 11 months

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Okey, hear me out.

Chris Mclean with a wife that is just THICC. Like she Has a bit of a chubby tummy with big thights, chest, behind etc.

She Has them amazing curves AND also is really sweet and caring towards everyone. You just look at her and you think "How the hell did Chris git with her?" And when you meet her you'r even more confused. Idk I just Imagine Chris be the kind of dude to find any excuse to ley his head on you cuz you just so comfortable and soft <33 and when you fell backpains cuz of you'r breasts he hires the best massagers[or just does it himself ;)]

If you'r uncomfortable its ok. But just let me know then so I don't wait like an idiot.

I hope you'll have a lovely day!

(sorry for aby gramer or spelling errors, English is not my first lenguage)

👀 pixar mom reader confirmed?? I’ll be for real, this was a lot of fun to write, and don’t worry about grammar mistakes! Thank you for the request and may you all enjoy and have a lovely day too~

CHRIS MCLEAN X “THICC”! WIFE! READER HEADCANONS

No one could deny how attractive you were.

Your own husband couldn’t resist you for more than half a day.

“Chriiis, what are you doing?” a question that often left your mouth imbued a different answer each time from Chris.

“You’re comfy, (Y/N).” his usually loud voice blocked by his face sinking as far as he could into your covered cleavage.

"Aren’t you honest!" you gently nudge his head,"But we have an episode to get to in two minutes, so if you just wanna...” you step back, forcing Chris into solitary.

He huffs, before getting an amazing idea- he puts his hand over his eyes,“Oh no! I can’t see where I’m going! Is this...” he zombie walks towards you and readjusts his head back on the natural pillow of your chest before you could properly make a run for it,“I made it to bed! Alright, I’m gonna stay right here until I regain my sight!”

“Chris!” you squall, finding displeasure that he wasn't taking you seriously and wasn't getting off so easily this time, with the hand he used to blind himself now tightened around you,“Come onn, there’ll be plenty of time to do this after we shoot the episode!”

“Just five more minutes, please (Y/N)!”

Not on days like that, albeit you do dress up in a bunny fit for him.

“You know I’m very fertile, Chris.” you press yourself up against him enticingly on his lap,“As fertile as a bunny rabbit can be.”

“I can tell.” his voice sounded composed, but his face was crazy red,“Can never get enough of your legs though. You know that you could choke someone with just one thigh, right?”

My, that sounds dangerous!,“Oh dear... I’m not that heavy, am I?”

“Never! It’s like I always say... Everything about you is awesome. Everything. From the top of your head to the core of your skeleton.”

“Well, that’s relieving...” You feel his hand exploring about on your round back,“How do you like these fishnets? Wore them just for you.”

His hands then squeeze through the space between under your thighs and the top of his lap, masking his extreme prurience with his dismissive,“Duh. Who else would you wear them for?”

With the contestants, you’re very friendly to them.

Like once beginning with brushing Lindsay’s hair,“Lindsay, you have such beautiful hair."

The “dumb princess” giggles,“I knoww! It’s the prettiest bare here!”

From the wide distance in which Chris stood from, he snaps a photo of you tending to Lindsay with his camera,“Aww!”

Seeing that strengthened Cody’s confidence to approach the hot host,“Hey Chris... I need to ask you advice on something.”

“Sure thing dude, what’s up?” Chris grinned, not taking his eyes off his camera.

“It’s..." the geek takes a breath,"How do you get girls?”

“You say exactly what’s on your mind.”

“Well, I do...” his voice quiet,“But every time I speak, Gwen looks at me like I’m a donkey carcass!”

"Sucks to be you, can’t relate one bit.”

Cody was about to whine his way into defending himself had he not fully noticed Chris’ lack of presence in the conversation. He was...taking pictures?

“Uh...why are you taking photos of (Y/N) when you get to see her everyday? If anyone should be taking pictures, it should be me!” He really didn’t think with that one.

“I know dude, but she’s into photography and she reaaaaaally likes having her pictures taken. It’s a favour for her and I.” he suddenly turns to Cody, washing a scowl on his face,“Save your photo taking skills for someone else, okay? Not on my someone who’s like old enough to be your mom. That’s just gross.”

Meanwhile with the girls:

“(Y/NNN), you should really reconsider your marriage.” Beth advises with a glum glaze reflecting off her glasses.

Confusion bubbles your mind,“What do you mean?” you ask, placing Lindsay’s brush down as you began dividing her hair into smaller sections.

“What does Beth mean?“ Sadie repeated like you were crazy,“(Y/N), you’re like a super goddess compared to Chris! He doesn’t deserve you.”

“Yeah, what Sadie said! I was thinking that too!” After Katie spends a minute gushing with Sadie about their unbreakable friendship, she turns back to you with concern,“But for real, you’re WOAH and there, Chris is...” she doesn’t feel the need to finish it, which takes you by surprise.

“Aww, what? He’s way more WOAH than I am!”

“That’s not true...” Bridgette curiously comments,“What do you see in that guy?”

“He makes me laugh.”

Pause.

Courtney’s the first to boom,“Seriously? There’s about ten thousand other men that can do that and not be as horrible as Chris is!”

“Ohh, but Chris isn’t horrible!” you exclaim, dropping Lindsay’s hair to clasp your hands for the moment,“He’s a wonderful guy! The most wonderful man I’ve met in my entire life!”

“(Y/N)... You’re too nice.” Gwen breathes out exasperated, gothic view floats to your symmetrically defined waist,“Have you tried modelling before?”

“I have, yes, but I was rejected for not fitting the standards.”

“Impossible!” Lindsay flips her head around on impulsive shock. Thanks to her extensive hair length, it barely made a difference to the styling process.

“Possible. They said I wasn’t what they were looking for and told me to surgically change myself before reaching out to them again. As if!” you do the next batch of golden dyed hair,“While the experience wasn’t ideal, it reminded me of something that even as a grown woman I need to be careful of. At the time, I was actually willing to lose a part of me that I was perfectly fine with for the sake of a runaway platform. Doesn’t that sound ridiculous? To do all that for one place? Let this resonate that you as young girls should never feel that you need to ruin what you were naturally given to feel loved or pretty. If something or someone doesn’t accept you for who you are naturally, the relationship was not meant to be and you mustn’t dwell on them. Don’t do things to yourself that aren’t for yourself.”

You had done the final twist in the band of Lindsay’s hair.

...

All they could think by the end of it was

How the hell did Chris get with her.

Back to some private examples with lover man.

“I’m so exhausted!” you fall down in your armchair, groaning to Chris,“I could do with a new bra...”

He smirked,“That one you’re wearing too small?”

“Or I’m too big.” your hands shoot up through your shirt to unclip it, freedom freezing off the tension around your shoulders,“It’s hard to breathe sometimes, you know? These balls of feminine fat hang on my chest doing nothing all day, but weigh me down and kill my back! Sometimes I envy women with smaller boobs, they can move as much as they please and don’t need to spend hours on hours searching for clothes!”

“Yeah uh, I don’t think comparing yourself in this case is gonna help you feel better.” a cheeky glint fires across his pupils, his voice rasping gingerly,“How about a nice massage instead? All it costs is your love!”

A tease of your own climbs up on your lips,“And by love, you mean a week’s worth of getting to sleep on me?”

“Huh? Oh no, of course not!” Liar. Look at how happy he was to do something for someone else. It was exactly what he wanted.

“Okay, okay.” you laugh and trudge to the bed, preparing to undress yourself.

Like Chris was gonna allow any masseuse, no matter how good they were, to see your body the way he could.

Especially if he could get a personal reward out of it.

You intentionally moaned when his fingers dug deep into your rhomboids.

“Better?” his tone still mischievous and salient.

You nod, sitting up and sighing in relief,“Much better... You’ve improved your technique, haven’t you?”

He scratches the back of his head, smiling sincerely,“You noticed? Well, of course, only the best for you.”

“Aw, aren’t you the best husband anyone can ask for?” you push yourself off the bed and wrap your arms around his neck, kissing his flustered cheek,“Thank you. Now who’s ready for a good night sleep?”

#tdi x reader #total drama #chris mclean #request #total drama island chris #chris mclean x reader #td chris #tdi #total drama chris mclean #td chris mclean x reader

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neetily · 13 days

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your magic pocket pussy works haunt my brain.. so much.. being used like an object like that just gets my brain going. i kind of think that brother sebastian would def use it as a revenge tactic in the way that you might be hanging out at the saloon with your friends, and he'd decide to tease the toy, eating you out, giving himself a pussy job, rubbing his tip against your clit etcc etcc. just absolutely tormenting your body in public where you can't even scold him for touching you like that. maybe he'd put his dick in, maybe not depending on how much of a bratty sister you are, but imagining having to hide your face in your hands or bite down on your lip to cover your moans as you get violated in public and try not to let it show.. A+++ . also,, public creampie ,, yes please .

omg i LOST this message in my ask box and just found it again, im so SORRY anon!! thank u for coming back to me LMAO....

tw: incest, magic pocket pussy

mean big brother sebastian who asks you such innocuous and innocent questions like... what are you doing today? where are you going? what time will you be back? just to get an idea of how long he has alone, really. but hey... don't you always feel funny when leaving the house without him?

having him skip out on the usual friday hang out every so often. you still go without him, it's fun getting to see sammy and abi, especially when your big brother isn't there to tease you about your pool skills... but without fail, every time you go there alone, you have to excuse yourself for an hour or so.

sebastian, at home, is putting the magic pocket pussy to good use against his baby sister... he only wishes that he was there to see your face as he humps the toy up and down his cock, leaking precum all over the faux slit to help lube you up a little; he's not evil. just corrupt. jacking himself off with his favourite cunt, forcing you to endure a public pussy job as he takes to so slowly and teasingly fucking against the toy. just a little, making sure to knock your clit a few times with his drooling tip in sheer indulgence. and god, you can't blame him for it!!! you've got the prettiest pussy in the world, and as your big brother, he reserves the rights over it, yeah? whenever, wherever he wants it.

he doesn't even need to stick his dick inside to cum usually. the knowing that you're probably struggling in public, huffing and panting away, unable to hide the enjoyment on your face when he lifts the toy to his lips to eat you out; he's still getting stimulation from tightly fisting his cock at the same time. that's enough for him. has him shooting rope after rope against your cunt, the squishy toy in his hands just sopping with his seed.

maybe if he's feeling particularly mean, he'll make you clean it up with your own tongue when you come home <3

#babble👁️‍🗨️

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well it's love, make it hurt - chapter twelve

well it's love, make it hurt series

twelve: the love we had but couldn't name

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dom!Din Djarin x sub!f!reader

Word Count: 5.1k

Summary: Mando follows up on his promise to take a day off.

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, BDSM, established relationship, dom/sub dynamics, dom!Din Djarin x sub!reader, soft dom Din in that he's tender and loving service dom but also, sadism, masochism, spanking, anal, anal plug, rough oral, oral (m receiving), vaginal impact play I guess, boot kink, unprotected p in v, feelings, angst, angst with a happy ending (eventually. not in this chapter), a hearty helping of plot, canon-typical violence, graphic violence, description of injury, no y/n

NOTE: on ao3, this is listed as "Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings." This is because selecting the warning/tagging it here properly would be a major spoiler for this chapter. If you need to know before you proceed, please message me privately. If it makes anyone feel better, this story will have a happy ending and is already completely written including an epilogue. I won't leave ya hanging.

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4 ABY - Spring

It doesn’t happen right away, but he keeps his promise to you in the forefront of his mind. You spend four days on Takodana. Four luxurious days hiking leisurely through the trees and basking in the lake. You venture into the city to get food but don’t linger, even if it’s a fascinating place.

The urge to run, to keep moving, to press forward trickles from your spine into the soil on the first morning. You had landed during the night, Mando slipping silently out of bed to handle it before stealing a few extra hours of rest, and you took your caf to sit on the top of the ramp and look out at the sunrise.

He finds you there, morning fog creeping into the hull, and shakes his head before leaving and coming back with the blanket from the bunk to wrap you in.

“Caf’s keeping me warm,” you say.

He rolls his eyes, helmet turned to the ceiling.

That night, you notice he doesn’t seem to have taken to the vacation quite as quickly as you have. Before bed, you convince him to roll his flightsuit down halfway and lay on his stomach. He doesn’t have a clue what you’re up to, which makes you a little sad. But even though he thought maybe something sex-related was happening, he doesn’t seem too disappointed when you press your thumbs into the calcified plates of his shoulder blades and push apart in firm, gentle crescents.

The moan he lets out when a knot releases makes you wet, anyway. You’re straddling him, perched on his ass, and interspersing the massage with soft kisses up his spine and down the column of his neck.

His skin grows hot, though from the blood rushing back or from your ministrations, you couldn’t say. Either way, he’s flushed all over when your hands have had enough, and the warmth spreads into you as you take in the lax sprawl of his body. For a moment, you lay on top of him, folding your arms over his shoulders to rest your head. He hums in contentment, and you think maybe he starts to fall asleep.

That won’t do. You had other plans.

You sit back up and swing your leg off him, sliding back onto the bunk against the wall. You grin when he whines.

“Roll over, baby,” you say.

“You’re bossy tonight,” he grumbles, but obeys.

You roll your eyes. “Just tryin’ to take care of you,” you murmur. Truthfully, the act of soothing his aching muscles has you feeling like you’re standing on the cliffside, ready to fall into subspace where you know he’ll catch you.

“Oh yeah?” he croons, raising his hand to cup your cheek. Of course he’s clocked your mood, now that he can see you. That’s okay. You don’t hide anything from him these days.

When he’s settled, arms folded behind his head to prop his helmet up, you climb back on top of him, facing away.

“Hey,” he whines, tugging at your arm, but you shake your head.

“Hang on, let me—”

He must hear something in your voice, because he releases your arm and watches as you tangle your fingers in the hem of your tunic and tug it off.

He doesn’t notice anything, at first. You’re jittery now, and take a deep breath to try and steady your flighty limbs. Bending at the waist, you lay yourself down the length of his legs.

You don’t have to wait this time. He sucks in a sharp breath and groans, his cock already hardening where it presses against your stomach.

He puts his hands on your hips to steady you before sitting partially up and scooting both of your bodies back so he can lean against the wall. His hands slide up to your ass and spread you, thumbs brushing the edge of the black gem at the base of the plug.

“Cyare,” his voice is rich, a dark hot chocolate on a snowy night. “When did you get this?”

“At the market this morning. You were busy trying to bargain with that meat vendor.”

He taps a finger against the gem, and you jolt a little, but he doesn’t let you escape. “My filthy girl.” His thumbs slide down to your cunt, where you’re already soaked. “Has this been driving you crazy all day?” He tugs a little on it, not enough to pull it out but enough to get your attention.

You moan and rock back toward him. “Couldn’t fucking think about anything else.”

“You’re so, so good to me, cyar’ika,” he purrs, reaching down to grab your collar before wrapping it around your neck. “What a pretty little present. I’m not sure what to do with you first.”

You move to sit, and he pushes you back down. “Hold still.” The order is followed by a sharp slap to your ass, right against the plug.

It whites out your brain for a second. “Oh, fuck,” you say, digging fingers into his calves.

His cock throbs against you, and you jerk your hips toward it, trying to move enough to grind against him.

“I said hold still,” he growls. He spanks you again and again until you’re trembling to obey, your whole body screaming for you to push back into his hand, to take and take and take whatever he’ll give you. But the need to be good for him wins out, as always, and you bite your cheek from the effort.

He rubs a soothing hand over your skin, the already raising welts burning in his path. “Good girl,” he murmurs, and the tension slips from your spine.

“What was your plan with this, cyare? Just going to tease me?”

“I was going to fuck you,” you say into his leg, dark hair tickling your lips. You press a wet kiss to it, flattening the strands.

“How were you going to fuck me?”

“Just like this. Was gonna take it out and sit on your cock.”

“Hmm,” he seems to consider it. “We can do that next. First, I want to try something else.”

You’re too far gone to roll your eyes at him, so you just nod where your cheek presses against him.

“Sit up,” he commands, and though you don’t want to leave your warm, comfortable spot, you listen.

He moves your pliant body to his whim and eases you onto his cock, the thick head pushing your cunt open without his fingers to have cleared the way. You cry out, but it doesn’t hurt, exactly. Well. It does, but it’s delicious.

You almost lose control of yourself when he pushes in a little further, and you can feel him pressing against the plug through the thin layer between your holes.

“Fuck,” he grunts. “Osik, cyare, you’re so fucking tight. Do you feel that?”

You can only answer in a strangled groan as he goes deeper, bottoming out in your cunt. The plug isn’t huge; it’s certainly smaller than him, but it feels much larger with how stuffed full you are.

Of course, it’s not enough. He needs more, needs to take more until he’s consumed you. With one hand on your hip, he brings the other up to your mouth, laughing when you open automatically.

As he shoves three fingers in, pushing deep until you gag a little, he thrusts up into you. “Good, sweet girl. So obedient. Such a well-trained slut.”

Your hand pats against his thigh, uncoordinated and frantic.

He admires the way your muscles are pulled taut, the way you strain and arch your back against the pleasure. “You want to cum?”

“Please,” is what he thinks you say around his fingers, saliva dribbling from your mouth and down your chest.

“Hmm.” He waits only a second for the desperate, cracked sound that tries to escape you. “Yes, sweetheart.”

He holds tight as you come apart on his cock, shaking and head lolling back. He pulls the fingers from your mouth to grasp around your side, fingers digging into your ribs to hold you up.

He fucks into you for a few more minutes, and decides he’s had enough playing around. He wants his gift. Keeping you fully seated, he reaches between you and tugs the plug, wiggling and turning it to ease it gently from you.

Whatever lube you used to put it in lingers, and the slick coating his cock ensures there’s no difficulty for you when he pulls out of your cunt and pushes into your ass. Once he’s fully buried within you, he sits still.

“Well? I thought you were going to ride me?”

You yelp as he slaps your ass again, but begin to lift up and fuck yourself open on his cock. He helps, rising to meet you and guiding you with hands clenched on your hips. They have little fingerprint bruises more often than not, but you love them. Love to look at them, prod at them to feel the sensual ache, and think of him.

“Oh fuck, that’s it. Keep that up, and I’m going to fill you,” he promises.

You don’t disappoint. (You never do; he’s not sure it’s even possible at this point, not with the way he’s taken with your every move).

He shoves his fingers back in your mouth right before he cums, not even needing to ask you to open your mouth since it’s hanging wide, panting desperately.

When he starts to cum, he wraps a hand around your throat, not squeezing but feeling the leather band of his collar underneath, and at his command, you ride out his orgasm with one of your own.

You don’t go hiking the next day, too sore and too occupied with getting him in your mouth. You miss the beautiful weather, but neither of you regrets the day wasted. Besides, you spend the whole next day exploring, swimming in the pool of a waterfall, and staying up late to look at the stars under the moonless sky.

Your last day on Takodana is bittersweet, but you’re prepared for the sting. It was never going to be anything else. This tiny corner of time and space carved out for the two of you. Leaving the peace isn’t the issue; you’re starting to get antsy anyway.

No, the issue is that you’ve caught a taste of something that isn’t yours to swallow, and it’s settled into your lungs. A reminder that it isn’t fit for your consumption. But even the burn is addictive, and you don’t think you’ll ever be able to resist. Not this. Not him.

Even so, when you pick back up with your next bounty, when you settle into the bunk of the Crest in the cold emptiness of hyperspace, it’s less suffocating than you’d expected, your body adapting to the weight and warmth of it.

He comes down from the cockpit while you’re still sipping your caf. “Got a message from my alor overnight,” he says, rifling around in the cabinet for a ration bar. “She’s asked that I come back for a week or so to help with some of the apprentices.”

You pull the blanket around your shoulders more, cupping the mug with both hands. It’s a chillier morning than usual. “Yeah?”

“Yeah, she—” he looks over at you and pauses. “Dank farrik, is the secondary heater down again?”

“Think so,” you say. “So—”

“We just replaced that. I knew that karking mechanic was no good,” he grumbles. “I’ll get it fixed while I’m there.”

You take another sip, sure that your palms only start to sweat from the heat of the drink. Of course, you had known he’d go back to the other Mandalorians, that his home was not this ship. But in the last year of working together, it had become yours.

He sits down at the table across from you. “I think she wants me to take an apprentice.”

“You’d be a good teacher.”

“I don’t know,” he tilts his head, and you can hear the smirk behind the helmet. “This isn’t really an appropriate place for a child.” He manages to make the leer come through the visor as he looks you slowly up and down.

You have nothing on but your collar under the blanket (a choice you have come to regret after leaving the warm bunk for the much colder hull). “Yes, I suppose you’d have to let me wear clothes sometimes.”

“Ah, I don’t think that’s a sacrifice I’m willing to make.”

You laugh, shaking your head. “So what’s your plan?”

“Well, we’re nearly to Faldos, so we may as well grab the last bounty. There’s a guild outpost on Nevarro we can drop them at.” He swipes your datapad from across the table and pulls up a map.

“You better not have closed my crossword,” you grumble into the mug.

He slides the pad back over with a section of map pulled up. “It’ll take us about a week to get over there. Taanab is fairly safe, no Imps, and only about a day from the Mandalore sector. Get you a room there for a couple of weeks, and then we can get back to work.”

“That sounds like a lot of credits, and both of us out of commission.”

“We can afford it,” he says.

You’re irritated that he’s brushing off your very valid financial concerns, but there’s a strain to his voice that you can’t ignore. A desperation.

“Yeah, maybe.” The tight smile you give him doesn’t reach your eyes; the creases pinched as your brain turns over the logistics. You stand and rinse your mug, rubbing his shoulder when you pass behind him. “Eat quick, or I’ll get started without you,” you murmur before heading back to the bunk.

“No, you won’t,” he calls after you.

You laugh, abandoning the blanket so he has to watch your bare body walk away.

The hunt on Faldos is quick. The bounty comes willingly, not fancying his odds at the end of two blasters. By the time Mando has him in carbonite, you had cleaned up and set the nav for Nevarro.

“Ever been?” he asks, buckling into the pilot’s seat as you strap into yours.

“Nah, never really spent much time over here,” you shrug. Truthfully, you hadn’t left Cantonica until you started traveling with Mando.

Ships were expensive, and though the desert was wretched, it was one of those places with a lot of local bounties for debtors without even entering Canto Bight. The targets couldn’t afford to escape the planet, so there was plenty of work that could be handled with a landspeeder.

When you are safely on the way, you unbuckle and climb out of the seat. He starts to stand up as well, but sinks back down when you settle on your knees at his feet. You’re still in the outfit you wore to hunt, and your collar is back in the bunk.

But you can’t wait. It’s twelve hours to Nevarro, and most of them will be spent sleeping. You place your hands on his knees and look up. He leans forward a little, head tilting in curiosity but as patient as ever, content to wait for you to make your move.

You make a show of looking up at him from beneath your lashes, running the tip of your tongue over your lips before speaking. “Please, sir—” you start, and flush.

He takes pity on you and cups a gloved hand around your cheek. “Need something, pretty girl? Go on. Tell me.”

“Please, can I suck your cock?” You struggle to stay looking at him, the urge to look down, away, anything to escape his intense focus.

“Aw, sweetheart. Of course you can.” He’s already reaching down to unclasp his trousers and give you access.

Hands on his thighs, you lean forward as soon as it’s free. He isn’t all the way hard yet, body still catching up to the rapid pace you were moving. It didn’t take long, as you nuzzle your face against it and press soft kisses around the base and his balls. Soon enough, precum smears on your cheek, and you pull back to lick the rest from his slit.

He groans as if he had sunk into a hot spring, loosening and settling into the seat. Usually, things move so fast and rough, but he’s perfectly happy to let you get your fill.

“Needy today, huh? Getting fucked this morning wasn’t enough?”

“No, sir.” You exhale the words before taking the swollen head of his cock into your mouth and moaning. The velvety weight on your tongue is one of your favorite sensations in the whole galaxy, accented by the salt and musk of him.

You swirl your tongue around the head, flicking over the slit and across the underside, and it draws a long moan and a twitch of his hips. You moan in response, taking more of him into you and sucking hard.

He nearly whines when you pull off with a pop, a string of saliva still connecting his cock and your lips, but you dive back in quickly with long, slow licks around his shaft. He buries a hand in your hair, not steering, but a solid reassurance of his presence.

You look up at him for a moment, tears in the corner of your eyes.

Later, he would realize you hadn’t even been choking on him yet. Later, he would recognize the ache of your supplication.

Closing your eyes tight, you nuzzle against him again and sucked his balls, rolling them with your tongue and burying your face in the space between. After a deep, shuddering breath, you shift and swallow down his cock.

He wanted to let you go slow, let you work your throat open for him, but his hips jerk, and you gag around the length of him. Instead of retreating, you dive after the struggle. After a few rapturous moments, you pull back, gasping.

“Please, please use me.”

He does so love it when you beg. “Use you? Use you how?”

Your whine is laced with frustration, a raw sound ripped from the very core of you. “Please, sir, please fuck my mouth. Use me to make you feel good.”

“Is that what you want, cyar’ika? You want to be a warm, wet hole for me?”

You let out a sob, squirming with the throb between your legs. In lieu of an answer, you stick your tongue out, mouth wide and welcoming.

He doesn’t tease you further. Can’t. Not with the way his mouth goes dry and his whole body pulses with need. He yanks you forward by your hair and shoves your face down on his cock, all the way to the bottom.

You gag immediately but don’t tap out, so he pulls back only a little before fucking his hips up into you. It’s loud and messy, with tears running freely from your eyes as you fight to keep up with the voracious pace he sets.

“That’s it, cyare. Maker, your mouth is perfect.”

You whine, throat convulsing around his thick length. The sound catches and morphs into a scream when he shifts his leg to catch your cunt on the tip of his boot.

It’s filthy, but you’re too far gone to think about it. Not when he chuckles darkly as you rub against it, not when he croons praise for letting him do whatever he likes to you.

“Take what you need, baby, but don’t cum.”

It doesn’t take long for you to stumble dangerously close to the edge. Your whole body is tense with the effort to hold back, but you’re still grinding helplessly on his boot. He holds you down on his cock, nose buried in the coarse curls at his base, and knows you’re about to lose your battle when your gag reflex has all but vanished.

He can barely hear the desperate sobs leaking from the split corners of your lips. He yanks your hair, pulling you completely off his cock at the same time he pulls the boot away.

You start bawling. A lifetime ago, when you first started indulging in your mutual darker desires, he was alarmed every time you cried like this. Now, it warmed him, knowing he had broken you, forced your body to accept the catharsis it so desperately needed. He held you up by your hair as you strained to get back to him.

He let you lower a little, where you could almost taste him. “You want it, cyar’ika?”

You sob harder, straining in his grasp.

“Keep your mouth open wide.” He eases himself between your soft lips, grinning at the way your muscles shake with the effort to obey. When he bumps the back of your throat, he slides the boot back, nestling it against your core.

“Suck,” he orders as your hips buck against the pressure. You latch onto him immediately, whimpering what he knew were pleas of gratitude.

“I’m going to count you down,” he warns. He’s close, so close, and needs you to scream in pleasure around his cock when he fills you.

“3… 2…” and on one, he flicks his ankle, kicking the tip of his boot against your cunt. You respond perfectly, just as he hoped, doubling over so his cock slips as deep as possible, your whole body jerking and shaking with your orgasm. The teasing had built you up high, but the shock and pain sent you crashing over the edge.

He holds you down until you’ve swallowed what you can through your broken cries, most of his cum pooling around his balls. You’ve calmed, somewhat, twitching through the aftershocks. He eases you off his cock, letting you slump your head against his thigh right beside the mess.

And then he kicks you again. Your scream, unmuffled, is gorgeous. The single tap is all it takes to knock another orgasm out of you, so he does it again. And again. And again.

He strokes your cheek, murmuring praise and encouragement as you let him toy with your body. When you settle after the last one, he moves his boot back, granting you a well-deserved rest. You look up at him, eyes red and swollen. He jerks his helmet down, and with enormous effort, you move your leaden body to the side so you can lap up the spilled cum.

“You’re incredible, you know,” he says, petting your hair while you licked him softly, “my perfect girl.” Your eyes slip closed, tongue moving out of reflex rather than any real effort to clean him.

“C’mon, let’s get to bed.” He tugs you up to your feet.

You sway on the spot, eyes still closed, and whine.

When you wake, the Crest is still and silent. You don’t remember getting into the bunk, but Mando had clearly stripped you down, cleaned you up, and tucked you in. His side of the bed is empty and long gone cold.

You sit up, savoring the pleasant ache through your body, until it all slips away when you finally wake enough to sort out your thoughts.

The ship is still.

Mando is gone.

You had landed on Nevarro.

You dressed quickly and slung your pack over your shoulders before finding Mando in the hull.

“I made caf, but it’s, uh, probably cold now,” he says, pulling you into his side with one arm while slipping knives into his armor with the other. “Sorry, it seemed like you needed the rest.”

“Thank you.” You let yourself lean against him for a moment before pulling away to wander to the galley. Your mug is full on the counter, but when you lift it for a sip, the smell makes your stomach sour. You set it back down and stared blankly into the milky swirls.

Meeting new guild leaders was always stressful. The stupid social games, the dance around discussions of compensation, the negotiations. Luckily, Mando seemed to have no problem with them. He ignored the niceties and gruffly insisted on what he was owed. His intimidating figure helped. But it doesn’t ease your anxiety.

Nevarro is hot and dry. The city where the guild is based is on a plain, set back from the lava flats. The two of you walk side by side into town under a great stone arch. When you enter the cantina, a protocol droid asks you to state your business.

“Move,” Mando tells it.

You huff and lean around him. “We’re here to deliver bounties.”

The droid leads you to a booth to meet one of the guildmaster’s assistants, who begins to look up your chain codes and process the bounties. You slide out of your seat after giving your information and tell Mando you’d be right back.

When you return, he’s wrapped up and hands you back your pouch, now heavier with your share of the credits. You follow him out of the cantina and back into the sun, stopping just outside the door.

He turns around. “Did you need something before we leave?”

Your whole body is cold, like the blood rushed out and left an empty shell. Your throat is tight, and you aren’t sure if you’re going to cry or vomit.

“Mando,” you start.

He tenses. “What’re you doing, cyar’ika?”

“Mando, I don’t want to go to Taanab.”

“Okay, that’s fine, we can pick somewhere—”

“I don’t want to sit in an inn and wait around. I don’t want to waste the money, and I don’t want to—I don’t want to be stuck, alone, and I know I can’t go with you; I’m not asking, I understand. But I, I can’t…” Your voice sticks in your throat; the only way you can stop the sob from bursting out with it.

He rests one hand against your face. You don’t move away, but you stop yourself from leaning into it.

“What are you saying? What can I do instead?”

He doesn’t understand, you realize. He hasn’t even considered the possibility, and it feels like your chest might crack open. You take a step back.

“Mando,” your voice shakes, and you have to take a breath. “I’m staying here. I talked to the guildmaster, this man called Karga. He has work for me, not hunting, but with operations. I’ll have a room and earn some credits. It won’t be a lot, but it’s better than what we—what I would lose at an inn.”

“No.”

“What?”

“No. You’re not staying here. It’s not safe.”

“I took care of myself just fine before.” Your face heats. Doesn’t he see how hard this is for you already? Why is he doing this?

“But you don’t have to, now. I take care of you, remember?”

“Mando—”

“No. This is ridiculous. You’re not staying here. Let’s go.”

You don’t move.

“Cyar’ika.” He puts his hands on his hips. “I’m not asking. Let’s go.”

You shake your head, jaw clenched, and look anywhere but him. “Stop. That’s not how things work out here.”

“Then I’ll carry you back.” He steps forward, deathly serious, but freezes. “You knew. Before you talked to him. You were never going to come with me.”

You can’t stop the traitorous tear that leaks out when you squeeze your eyes shut.

“Last night,” his voice breaks, and you cover your mouth to hold back a sob. “That was a goodbye, wasn’t it?”

“I’m sorry,” you cry. You’re still fighting for composure, shaking with the effort.

His hands fall to his sides. He steps to you, and you tense, ready to hold your ground, but all he does is put his hands on your shoulders and lean in, helmet pressed against your forehead.

He has to try a few times to speak. You’re close enough to hear the sharp, aborted breaths under his helmet. He settles on, “Can I come back for you?”

“I don’t want to get in the way of your duty to your people, Mando. If your alor wants you to take an apprentice, I don’t want to be the thing that stops you. You can’t ask that of me.”

“I’m not—” he takes a breath. “I’m not. I’m making that choice, not asking you to.”

“But you’re asking me to live with the guilt.”

“I’m not, cyar’ika; I’m not ready for an apprentice. I don’t want one. I can’t think of anything I want less right now than to be responsible for a child.”

“You’d be good at it. I meant that. You’d be a good teacher. A good father.”

“Someday,” he whispers. “But what’s the point if I don’t have you with me?”

You sob. It cuts deep, hurts you in a way he didn’t mean it to. There has been no talk of a future, no talk of anything beyond having fun and enjoying each other, basking in carefree companionship and pleasure without the pressure of a plan. And you know, you’ve always known, there was no place for you in his life. When it was time to set down the mantle of beroya and let the youth step in, when it was time to fulfill his duty to the tribe to foster the next generation, there was no room for an outsider.

You don’t say anything. For a moment, the grief hangs between you, a life just out of your grasp. A home. His child at your breast. Knowing the softness of his eyes and curve of his lips.

He sees you falling apart. And he knows it’ll be the worst thing he’s ever done, but he has to walk away. You’ll resent him forever if he takes this choice away from you. He pulls you against him, rubbing your back as you sob into the nape of his neck.

When he steps back, he keeps his hands on your shoulders. “I’ll come back for you.”

“You can’t promise me that.”

“Wait for me. I’ll come back for you. Promise.”

“Okay,” you whisper. “I’ll wait for you.”

It’s two weeks later when a bounty hunter slides into your booth. You know it’s too soon, but every time the cantina door opens, you hope it’s him.

As you’re counting out payment, the man leans over the table. “Didja hear?” he says in a low voice.

“Hear what?” You barely pay attention. Bounty hunting is lonely, and almost every single person who sits down wants to talk.

“About the Imps,” he says.

That catches your attention. “They’re gone.”

“Nah, not completely. There are remnants, pockets of them, scattered out there. Apparently, some warlord with a grudge gathered enough reinforcements for an attack.”

“Nearby?” This is the first time you’ve felt afraid here. Creeps and scumbags don’t phase you; the Empire is different.

“Nah, way out, but get this. They’re saying there’s nothing left on Mandalore but ash.”

note: I am hella anxious about this chapter given the haps so if you enjoyed it or feel inclined in any way to yell at me/cry with me/etc please do.

*title from "It Doesn't Feel a Thing LIke Falling" by Taking Back Sunday

#din djarin x reader #din djarin x you #mando x reader #mando x you #the mandalorian x reader #the mandalorian x you #make it hurt verse #din djarin fic #the mandalorian fic #dom din djarin #if you saw me post this on the wrong acct no you didn't lol #it's because I'm so nervous

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to celebrate the one-year anniversary of this blog, i’m finally writing about my favorite dorks again :p yes, it’s luke and andrie time, and here you get a glimpse into a time period i really haven’t touched on. no warnings here, just a bit of swearing. consider this another thank you to all my loyal followers :3 read along under the cut:

it takes two flints to make a fire

Ossus, 8 ABY

She is the wind, softly rustling the leaves. She is the sun, filtering through the branches to this little clearing. She is every creature that crawls and slithers and hops through the undergrowth…she is even the lightsaber gripped in her hand. She must be all of these and more, interwoven with the Force itself, if she is ever to be a Jedi.

So Andrie ignites the glowing cyan blade, fills her lungs—and swings.

Her saber slices through the air, flashing and humming; twirling the hilt, she spins quickly on her right foot, falling into a defensive stance. A step forward, then another…parry, thrust, surging forward and falling back, the occasional grunt of effort escaping as she battles an imaginary opponent. Her arms begin to ache, her sweat trickles down her brow and stings her eyes, but Andrie does not yield. She flows from one form to the next just as she has been taught, and only when she has “disarmed” her foe does she cut off the blade. Red-faced and gasping for breath, she wipes her brow and turns to the blond, black-clad figure seated on the ground nearby. “Well?” she wonders.

Luke studies her a moment, expression neutral, before nodding. “Good,” he replies calmly. “Again.”

Teacher and student lock gazes, until the student heaves an exasperated sigh. “Again? Luke, I’ve already done this five times in a row,” protests Andrie massaging her shoulder. “I really don’t feel like I’m improving.”

“You’ll never improve at all if you don’t practice,” he counters. “And you are making progress, Andrie. You grow stronger in the Force every day.”

Admittedly, she does feel the slightest twinge of pride when he says this. Still… “Won’t do me any good if I drop dead of exhaustion.”

“No need to be so dramatic,” Luke admonishes.

“Look who’s talking.” It’s his turn to sigh now, and Andrie seizes her opening: “Can I rest, please? Just for a few minutes? Then I’ll do it again, as many times as you want.” She half-wonders if she should flutter her lashes to persuade him. In the end there’s no need; “all right, come here,” Luke relents, and Andrie gladly trudges over to sit beside him.

It’s a beautiful day, warm and breezy as most days on Ossus tend to be. The grass is fragrant and the sun warms without scorching. Somewhere in the distance a bird trills, its fellow answering. Yes, Luke and Andrie were right to come here—this will be the perfect place for their Jedi temple. Adopting his posture of crossed legs and straight back, she tilts her head toward the azure sky and closes her eyes. “So, am I allowed to be your wife now?” she asks.

“We made those vows in the living Force. They can’t be undone,” he reminds her.

“You know what I mean.”

“…Yeah, I do.” Luke relaxes then, stretching out his legs and leaning back on his arms. “It’s hard to find the balance. It always has been,” he continues. “I don’t want to torture you, but I don’t want to coddle you either. The life of a Jedi can be difficult, often dangerous, and I need to prepare you for that.”

As he speaks, Andrie refocuses on him, resting her elbows on her knees. “You don’t coddle me,” she replies. “You push me to be better, because you believe in me. Even on days when I feel weak and useless, you won’t let me quit.” A tiny smile tugs at her lips. “And I do appreciate it.”

Luke ducks his head and returns her smile—a small remnant of the farm boy she fell in love with all those years ago. “Thanks.” His Force signature reaches out to hers, as warm as the sun overhead and every bit as comforting. They meet and clasp like hands, fitting together in a way wholly unique to them. There’s no other feeling like this in the galaxy, and neither knows what they’d do without it. He sighs again, but now it’s contended. She leans over, cheek brushing against the soft sleeve of his tunic. “They’re proud of you, Luke,” says Andrie. “I know they are.”

Some nights Luke still sees them in his dreams, the ghosts of his father and Obi-Wan and Yoda, just as they appeared on Endor the night the Empire fell. They never speak, but they look upon him with such joy…such love. The glow burns in him even now. His arm encircles his wife, drawing her closer. “I won’t let them down,” he promises, not for the first time. “We’ll rebuild the temple and teach a new generation of Jedi, together.”

Andrie hums happily and reaches up to touch his hand (not caring that her fingers find the leather glove covering his cybernetic). “You’ll be a wonderful teacher, Master.”

“And so will you, Padawan,” he grins. “Once you’ve become a Master yourself—and you will.”

“A mere Knight wouldn’t be good enough for your students, then?”

“I never said that—“

“I got your meaning clearly enough.” He scowls at her, she scrunches up her face, but they can only pretend anger for a heartbeat before sharing a laugh. “Is my break over?” Andrie wants to know. “You’re right, I do need the practice.” She attempts to rise from the ground, only to discover Luke’s arm still firmly around her. Her eyebrows rise at this. “Unless…”

“I thought about it,” he explains, “and you have been working hard this afternoon. A few more minutes of rest won’t hurt.”

Andrie’s surprise quickly gives way to relieved happiness. Tucking her head into Luke’s shoulder, she allows herself to be surrounded by his breathing, his pulse: the wonder of him. “You know…I’ve really grown to like this planet,” she murmurs.

His hand toys with the end of her braided hair, the reddish-gold vivid on the black leather. “So have I,” he agrees. “It sings with the Force, like everything is perfectly in tune.”

Andrie’s reasoning isn’t quite as poetic, but it expresses something they’ve searched for all their lives: “It feels like home.”

Suddenly his arm withdraws, and he guides her upright to look at him. His flesh hand cups her cheek, blue gazing back into blue. “It feels like home,” echoes Luke, the emotion bleeding over into their bond.

Andrie’s heart threatens to burst, her very being energized by the light of the Force, and by her love for him. Loosely draping her own arms around his neck, she touches her forehead to Luke’s and they close their eyes, lost in an eternal moment. The future is never guaranteed, they know this all too well—but their shared path has never seemed clearer. Here, on this planet, what was destroyed will be reborn. They will welcome the orphan, the outcast, the seeker, and mold them into guardians of peace. Even among the constant change and chaos of the galaxy, they will stand fast; evil will not triumph on their watch. This will be a sacred place. A healing place. It will be all the Jedi of the past could have wished and more. They will build it—as husband and wife. As servants of the Force. And if Andrie has to practice lightsaber forms five million times to make it so, she’ll do it.

“I’m sorry I was a bitch earlier,” she softly apologizes, nuzzling him.

“I already forgave you,” he assures her, thumb stroking her cheekbone. “Believe me, I know how it feels to be frustrated with your teacher.”

“…At least you’re not making me stand on my head,” she reasons. “Or letting a training remote shoot me in the ass.”

Even with her eyes shut, Andrie just knows Luke is smirking. “You’ll never let me live that down, will you?”

“And what kind of wife would I be if I didn’t remind you how far you’ve come?” He snorts and pulls her into his arms; Andrie opens her eyes on Luke’s playfully annoyed face. How much they’ve changed, she thinks, and how much they haven’t.

“I love you,” he says simply, even as he pretends to be piqued.

“I love you too,” she answers, gently caressing his jaw.

“…Sometimes I worry I don’t show you that enough,” he confesses, and Andrie shakes her head.

“You aren’t perfect, but you don’t have to be. You’re you, and that’s enough.” She kisses his mouth, feather-light. “I knew it when you came to our farm, and I know it now.”

He hugs her to his chest. “I never thought I’d be this happy,” he admits, shining in the Force like a crystalline star. “We can do this. We can.”

“Of course we can! After all, I’m learning from the best,” Andrie declares, basking in his presence. His arms tighten around her, and she lays her own hands on his back, making certain he knows he need never doubt her. Him and her, down the line—isn’t that how it’s always been?

There’s plenty of work yet to be done, blood and sweat and tears to be poured out. But they’ll give all they can to make this a reality.

Somehow, Andrie is sure they’ll be just fine.

#fic #andrie #luke skywalker #luke skywalker x oc #i feel like this is a bit long and indulgent but i hope y’all like it gnfhvjn #and the saber andrie uses is in fact her own!#she made it not long before this story #she’s actually fairly close to knighthood

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suzubelle-chan · 10 months

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Pieces and Moments: Words (Jormungand/Amit shipping)

CW: Bullying (past), Discrimination (past)

Thank you so much Ipham2525 for beta reading these for me. Now onto the fic!

It is a truth universally acknowledged that if a man desires a woman, he’ll find some way to spend time with her.

Jormungand sighed at the pile of paperwork in front of him. Compared to the mountains he saw towering over the chancellor’s and the king’s desks, this was a molehill. Yet as he stared at all the squiggles, a sense of discomfort made him shiver.

He had an assistant who usually took care of this work. However, an accident left him with a broken arm and leg. He would be fine, but for at least a few weeks, he couldn’t work. Thus, leaving Jormungand alone with the papers.

“Abi will probably grumble, but will take this paperwork. Still…” the captain lamented, resting his head in his hands.

There was a soft knock at the door. “Captain Jormungand? Sir?”

He looked toward the sound of Princess Amit’s voice. “Ah, come in, my lady.”

The princess stepped in, slightly shaking with each step, carrying a tray covered in a small teapot, a cup, and a plate of cookies, all jumping with each movement.

“Are you alright, my lady? You seem nervous.”

“No…no, I guess. I’m just tired, my lord,” the princess said, slowly setting the tray down. “I…I thought that with all the extra work that has come regarding new treaties with the human countries, I’d offer some help and offer snacks around.”

Jormungand felt a small smile creep up on his face. “Very few could match the princess in kindness,” he thought. “Thank you.”

Her hands snapped back in front of her. “Is there anything else I can help you with?”

“No…” he started but then glanced at the paperwork. It would only be this one time, at least until he could find other solutions. Maybe find someone else who could help him later on. “Well, if you would—”

“I’ll do it!” the princess declared, hands clasped in front of her chest, like she was pleading.

“Yes?” The soldier blinked.

“Whatever it is you need, I’ll do it.”

Stunned, the captain cleared his throat and said, “I…need you to read some papers out to me.”

The princess looked at the papers and then jumped a bit, hand on her snout. “Oh of course. I supposed you’re tired from all your usual duties. I’ll happily read to you.”

“Thank you…I apologize for any confusion you may face while reading.” He motioned to the chairs, mainly reserved for scolding soldiers or comforting families. “Please take a seat.”

“Thank you, my lord.” She sat down. “These documents are for you, are they not? So as long as you understand them, that’s all that matters, right?”

“That is true...” the soldier admitted with a nod.

“Let me see…” The princess picked up the papers. “The swords currently in the armory…”

The two continued like this for a while, taking a break for the occasional snack or drink. The time eased away gently, and even warmed the tension between the two reptiles. Jormungand watched as the princess’s shoulders relaxed, her grip on the papers easing as time went on.

“...Thus we need to seek out available smiths and leather workers in order to repair most of our stock in the armory,” Amit finished, shifting the papers from her face and taking a breath.

“Thank you, my lady.”

The princess nodded, handing him the papers. “There’s no need for that, my lord. Anything I can do to help you, I would be eager to do it.”

As the captain took the papers, he blinked. “Truly?”

“Of course.”

The captain pondered for a moment. “Well… would you be so kind as to write my responses for me?”

“Write for…ah your hand must be rather sore as well.” She took a sheet of paper and a quill that sat before him, untouched. “Shall we begin?”

Now the guilt clenched around his heart. He knew that she admired him in some way. Pretty much every reptile he met gazed at him so warmly. After all, he was the first reptile to join the royal army, the first to become captain of the royal guard. Why else would she keep a scarf from a common soldier and return it decades later? She meant so well, truly wanting to help him for pure kindness’s sake, and here he was deceiving her. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

“Of course. Sometimes I take dictation for my queen, so I know what to do. And I did say I’d do anything to help you.”

Jormungand sighed, hands gripping on the table. “My lady, I have something to confess.”

Amit’s eyes grew wide. “Yes?” she asked softly.

“Well,” the captain sighed. “You see…I don’t know how to read or write very well…”

“Oh.”

A silence closed in, suffocating the captain. His mind pulled up the jeers and snarls of yesteryears, from his early days of being the only reptile in a platoon of mammals. With the shake of his head, he shoved them away.

“It’s well known that I hail from a common family and in the days of the old king, education wasn’t widespread throughout the classes. When I was a teen, I’d already dedicated my life to the sword so I didn’t bother with formal education much then.”

The princess tilted her head. “Did you have some education at least?”

“As I progressed through the ranks, Abi—I mean, Anubis, would give me a few lessons. But things were rocky in those days; the shifting of power from the council to the king, it made him too busy. I do know some words, but it was easier to hire someone to do the paperwork so I can focus on traveling and battling dissenters. Unfortunately, the man I hired is currently injured, so I’m in a bit of trouble. If you could continue assisting me, I would be most grateful.”

The soldier watched as the princess’s face slowly reddened, snout to eyes like a piece of fabric soaking up ink from its corner.

“My lady?”

The princess started to speak, her body wobbling in her seat, “I…I would be more than h…happy to help you…and if I could be so bold…I…I could give you some lessons. Her Majesty spends more time in m…meetings now so she doesn’t need me to tend to her as much. I…I have plenty of time.”

“Are you sure?” the soldier asked.

The color faded just a bit as Amit took in a few deep breaths and continued, “Pardon me, you still need assistance either way. Whenever you get a break from work, I can give you some lessons. When shall I see you again?”

“Well, I don’t have any expeditions planned in the future, so…around five o’clock in the evening tomorrow, when I break the men from training. We can get to any paperwork first and then go from there. If I can keep imposing on your kindness, I would like to start tomorrow.”

“Won…wonderful,” she said in what Jormungand swore was a sigh. But then feverishly waving her hands: “And please, sir. You are not imposing at all. I’m more than happy to do it!”

He watched as a small puff of steam came out of her head. “Are you sure you’re fine with this?”

Amit quickly shook herself, dispersing the billows. “Yes, absolutely.” She quickly picked up the pen. “Now let’s get those responses down, shall we?”

He smiled at her. “Thank you again my lady.”

More steam rose from the maiden’s head as she wrote down the captain’s words.

Later on, Jormungand watched as Amit stiffly walked out of his office and then heard her steps race away. “I hope I haven’t stressed her out with this.” He sighed.How could he overcome this? “Okay, let’s think of this as a mission. I don’t often fail missions. I won’t fail this one. I’ll need to truly focus this time. Otherwise…”

His mind conjured up images of the past, mammals towering over him as they pointed and sneered. Those images didn’t hurt as much as a new, potential one. One of Amit, disdainful, glaring, and turning her back on him. That hurt so much worse. He didn’t know why, but he would do everything he could to prevent it.

The Captain of Ozmargo’s Royal Guard sat up straight, ready for conflict,tea and some snacks at his side. He was ready for anything.

He did not flinch when there was a knock on the door or Amit’s calling out, “Pardon me, I’m here my lord.”

“Yes, come on in.”

Amit came in, a bag over her arm. “I hope I haven’t kept you…” She took one look at the man at the desk and then slowly stepped back. She quickly said, “I’m sorry. I see you’re busy. I’ll come back later.” With a bowed head, she left the office, shutting the door behind her.

Jormungand bolted out of the office after her. He found her a few paces away, head down. He quickly reached out to her while closing the distance. “Wait! Miss Amit! I’m free!”

Amit twisted back, hands clenched. “Are you sure? It looked like you were about to enter hostile negotiations rather than a reading lesson.”

The captain replied, “I just wanted to be prepared. I didn’t mean to frighten you.”

Amit glanced around the hallways, seeing no one else in sight. “I think we should take this in your office.”

“Yes.”

They both sat at the desk in silence, steam wafting from cups.

Amit clenched her hands on the table, looking at them. “If you don’t want lessons, it’s fine. You don’t have to force yourself to learn. If you just want me to be your secretary and go on as you have done before, that’s fine. I apologize for pressing this on you.”

Jormungand sighed, holding the back of his neck. “No no. I’m grateful for your offer. I should have learned earlier, not to mention I should do my own work. No need to rely on others all the time.”

Amit took in a deep breath and then faced the captain. “Lord Anubis is often…vocal about his opinions. I suspect if he didn’t want to deal with your work, he would have thrown his paws in the air and not touched your work at all. Plus, it’s not anyone’s fault that your assistant is gone. I heard he was a pretty good soldier when on the battlefield as well. I’m sure he was happy to help you. As…as am I.”

He now looked at her. If he had to describe the princess to anyone, it would be surprising. When she first arrived at the castle, she seemed so timid and nervous. Yet time and time again, she showed boldness, such as declaring she would be strong, presenting him again with her charm. Once again, he was taken aback by this lady.

Amit set her hands on the table. “Can you tell me why you want to learn to read? I’m not saying there’s no wrong reason to learn something, but forcing yourself to learn something isn’t always helpful. If I know why it’s so important to you, then I can help ease your fears.”

Fears…They seemed numerous. There was a small section of mammal soldiers that envied him, thinking he didn’t deserve his position. The beasts of higher rank couldn’t believe a commoner reached such heights. He could usually push such fears down, use them as fuel to succeed. What could be holding him back this time?

“I don’t want you to think less of me for being illiterate.”

The words escaped his mouth, fleeing the turmoil in his mind without notice. Once he realized what he said, he immediately held his mouth and looked away.

“Sir…I would never think of you in that way. You’re…one of the greatest men I know.”

He slowly turned to the woman. He saw nothing but admiration in her wide warm eyes. “Really?”

“Of course. I mean you’ve led countless battles and saved so many lives. Most of my life I’ve heard praises for you from all kinds of beasts, not just reptiles. There isn’t a man in your command that doesn’t speak highly of you.”

“I suppose so…” He rubbed the back of his neck, setting his other hand on top of the table. “In the early days, the mammal soldiers would often mock me for being different. Scales, eyes, tongue, the physical things that made me reptilian. Of course, I couldn’t do anything about those, so I decided to focus on what I could improve: my sword skills, my strength, and my endurance. And I'm proud of how far I’ve come. Yet, even in this time, I know there are still people waiting for me to fall, waiting for any moment of weakness and they’ll tear me down. I don’t mind the bullying, but I’d hate for the men who trust me with their lives to be slandered by it too.”

Amit placed a hand on top of his. “Sir, I’d say with all of my heart: not knowing how to do one thing doesn’t make you lesser than anyone else.”

The knight released his neck, sitting up straighter . “You think so?”

“Of course, your men would follow you anywhere. I don’t see how not being able to read or write would affect that. In addition, you don’t have to know everything right away. There are those with innate talent for things, but if someone is attacked by bandits, you wouldn’t really expect them to know how to defend themselves with a sword just by picking it up. I certainly didn’t get every recipe right the first time I tried it and even now I still mess up pastries from time to time.”

“Really?” He tried recalling the few snacks he indulged in; they were always so delicious. He couldn't imagine them otherwise.

“Yes. And there’s nothing wrong with making mistakes. There’s nothing wrong with taking your time to learn something. But it is rather tragic that you fear failing so much that you don’t let yourself try.”

He sighed, now smiling. “You’re right. Let’s begin.”

Amit smiled and then noticed her hand on top of his. Her face flushed and she took her hand back, as if the contact burned her. "Well now that we’ve gotten that cleared up, I hope you’re looking forward to our lessons.” She started pulling books out of the bag. “Since you said that you know some words, I've brought some children’s books to start off with.”

Jormungand reached for one of the brightly colored books and opened it up. He could make out some letters, but it all looked like nonsense to him. “Looks like I have a long way to go.”

Amit looked at the book and placed a hand over her snout. “Pardon me, sir.” She took the book briefly so she could flip it around. “I think this will help.”

Now most of the nonsense looked like words to the captain. Now it was his turn to blush. “Ah, thank you.”

She stared for a moment, her eyes wide, and then smiled, “You’re welcome so now let’s begin.”

A few weeks later, Jormungand found himself walking in a daze. Every step the captain took felt like lead strapped to his ankles, heavy and uneven. True, emergency missions were, by their nature, a surprise. When Anubis first told him the news, he accepted it with regular ease, mind figuring out the best route and writing mental lists on what to pack. The shock struck him when he realized that he would no longer be seeing her ladyship most of the time. True, they didn’t hold lessons every day. Yet it was often enough that he would usually see the princess waiting for him with some book in hand. He tried to shake the thoughts off; it was ridiculous. Lessons could resume as soon as he returned. Yet there was still a little ache when he thought about leaving her. As he reached his office door, he took a deep breath and headed in.

There was Amit, smiling softly as she read over the last pages of a light green book. She shut the book and held it close to her chest, sighing happily.

There was something about the sound that made him sigh too. His heart jumped a bit at the sight. “It’s been happening more often lately. Maybe the priest is right and I should take more than one rest day a month…”

“Oh sir!” She rose, setting her book on the desk, and gave a quick curtsey. “Good to see you again. You’ve progressed so much, I thought we could get started on a longer book. I’ve found some novels I think you might enjoy. She started to plop down books, mainly with brown, blue, and black covers, but when she saw the look on his face, she paused. “Pardon me, but is something wrong?”

The captain watched the woman, admitting sadly, “It looks like our lessons will have to be postponed for a while. I’ll be leaving on a mission tomorrow. “

“Ah I see, more conflicts I suppose.” The princess’s snout and shoulders dropped, her hands clasped demurely before her.

“Indeed, Her Majesty often helps resolve conflicts between clans. Still, some will insist on fighting over one thing or another.”

“True,” the princess sighed. But then she brightened, clapping her hands together. “Well, just because you’re going away doesn’t mean you have to stop your lessons.”

“Pardon?”

“It’s actually a perfect exercise. Pick out a book to read on your journey. Try to read a few pages, when you have the time, such as before you go to bed. I’m not asking you to finish the book, just make a little progress. I’ll ask you a few questions about how far you’ve gotten in the story and we’ll go from there.”

He stared at the woman blankly. “Really? You think I can do tha?.”

“Of course, it’s been a great honor to help you. I’d say you’ve learned so much…And…” She glanced away fiddling with her skirt. “I’ve been so happy to help you and I must say…” Now she added in a softer voice, her face flushing a familiar red, “I enjoy spending time with you…very much.”

For a moment, the captain watched the woman taking in her words. He felt himself warm a bit, so he turned away. “Ah yes, your lessons are quite enjoyable.”

“I’m glad. Thank you sir. ” The princess took in a deep breath, regaining her composure. She held a hand out, fingers aimed at the books. “ Now please choose whichever book you like.”

Jormungand viewed all the covers, sitting neatly in rows like soldiers waiting for orders. Yet his eyes kept snagging at the light green novel, set down crooked in haste. When he tilted his head, he could make out the title, Combat and Confidences. He stepped over and picked up the book. “May I have this one?”

Amit blushed. “Really? That one?”

“Yes, forgive me, but I did come in on you reading it and it looked like you enjoyed it. If you are done with it, I’d like to read it for myself.”

“Of course, but…” She started to fidget. “I’m not sure you would care for the story.”

“Really, what’s it about?”

“Well…”

“Well?”

“At its core, it’s a love story sir.”

He blinked and then commented, “Oooh. That sounds pleasant.”

“Are you sure? I fear that this story may bore you. Perhaps you’d like a more adventurous or action-filled story.”

“I’d say I deal with ‘action’ and ‘adventure’ on a daily basis. I think a change will be good.” He idly flipped through the book. “So, is it a story about two people loving each other?”

“Not quite, it’s a story about two people falling in love.”

“Really? How does that happen?”

Amit suddenly brightened, clapping her hands. “Oh, well you see the heroine is having a hard time managing her estate thanks to her relative so she requests a lawyer to come help settle matters. However, when visiting his office, both the lady and the lawyer are kidnapped. They are able to escape, but they fear the villains will try to damage her reputation, so the two team up to figure out who had the heroine kidnapped.”

“That does sound interesting. I look forward to it.”

“Good…. I guess I’ll get going then.” Amit collected the other books and placed them in a bag. “Take care on your mission. I do hope you enjoy reading after all. You just have to try, my lord.”

“Ah yes. Goodbye.”

She gave a small bow. “Goodbye.” And with that she was gone.

He was then left with the green book. It certainly looked a bit thicker than other ones Amit offered him. He wasn’t sure why he wanted to read the book so badly at that moment. The only thing that came to his mind was the little sigh and smile the princess wore…

He picked up the book, carrying it underneath his arm. “I don’t have to read it right away…It can wait until later.”

Jormungand left on his trip. With each passing day, the book somehow grew heavier and heavier in his bag. Even after making camp, finding the attacker’s base, flushing them out, and assuring the locals would be safe, he hadn’t even glanced at the first page, let alone read the book. He knew that Amit would be disappointed in him. Deep down, he knew she would try to brush it off. She would state he probably did not have much time anyway. Maybe just a little sigh and move on but still…

Sitting on his bed, legs and arms crossed, he stared down at the green book. “ I can do this. I’ve dealt with far worse enemies. All I have to do is read a few pages. Just a few pages. Miss Amit said I didn’t have to finish the book, so…” He knew this, but all he could really do was glare at the book like it was a spy not giving up his secrets.

“Captain, are you available?”

He quickly jumped from the bed, in a perfectly alert posture. “Ah yes, come in.”

A young gecko man came in, arms filled with a large rolled-up paper. “There’s been reports of a recent landslide in the area. No casualties, few injuries, but it does block the path we were supposed to take to get back to the capital.” The man spread the paper out. “We need to know which way to go now.”

“Ah good let’s see.”

They spent a few minutes plotting a new course. It would put them a few hours behind schedule, but they should still arrive on their expected day. No need to send a messenger beast to alert anyone of this new development.

“Thank you, sir.” The man picked up the map and started to head to the flap when he spotted the book on the bed. He picked it up. “Huh what’s this?”

Jormungand felt heat crawl up his neck and face. “Uh that…is a book I was reading.”

The gecko’s eyes widened. “What really? You can read?”

Now icy fear filled the captain’s veins, “You…didn’t think I could?”

“Well, most of us reptilian soldiers came from commoner families, like yourself. Most of us couldn't afford schooling, but we still wanted to make a better life for ourselves and families. We just assumed that you were like us in that respect. But I guess that you’re really a cut above us.”

Jormungand looked away. He knew that his men looked up to him. He liked to be an example of what a soldier should be like, especially for reptiles, to show them they can be just as great as their mammal counterparts. However, he never really wanted them to think they were that different. He wasn’t that special, at least not to himself.

“Well, actually I only started to learn recently.”

“Oh really...ah that’s why we’ve seen the princess coming out of your office! People have been wondering what kept bringing her there.”

“Ah yes. She’s been giving me lessons.”

“Oh…” As he set the book down, the gecko muttered, “Well there goes several coins down the drain.”

“What was that?”

“Ah nothing, just a thought sir. Think she’d be willing to give us lessons? Can you ask for us please sir?”

A moment of hesitation. A part of him thought of her gently teaching his men, and it warmed his heart. However, that was quickly overrun by the thought of his soldiers pestering her like a bunch of unruly children, overwhelming her poor ladyship.

“Well, I will pass the idea along to her ladyship, but it will have to be her decision.”

“Thank you sir.”

Once the man left, Jormungand got back on his bed. “I do hope you enjoy reading after all. You just have to try my lord.”

“Just try…” he said as he picked up the book and opened it to the first page.

Chapter 1 In which a sensible young lady must choose between the peril of a careening carriage and mud….deep mud

“Huh, I’ve never worried about such things. But then again ladies are more worried about their appearance. Plus, she might get stuck if the mud is really deep and sticky. Hope she’ll be okay.”

…

“All thoughts of ballrooms and inquisitive glances were instantly drowned by the flow of marvelous sensations coursing through her body and a sudden desire to drag Randolf into the shadows.

They would go back into the ballroom soon…but not yet.”

Jormungand then sighed as he shut the book. What a story! So much tension, even right from the start! He swore he held his breath as the kidnapping occurred. He never saw who the villains were at all until they were revealed! And he was also glad the lady and the lawyer were together now…

“My lord, are you alright sir?”

The captain looked around his tent, seeing light peeping from gaps between the fabric and ground. He then turned toward the opening, seeing light purple clouds from behind a beaver soldier.

“It’s morning?” the captain said.

“Yes sir.” The beaver nodded slowly, looking over his commander.

“Ah forgive me, I didn’t sleep well last night.” He quickly stood up, sliding the book back on the bed. “Let the men have breakfast and we shall leave in about an hour.”

The mammal nodded. “Yes my lord.”

Once the soldier left, exhaustion smacked Jormungand and he collapsed onto the bed. He couldn’t believe he spent a whole night reading a book! Then again, he couldn’t believe he read an entire book at all!

As he prepared himself for the long road ahead, yawns pausing his usually efficient packing, he said, “I wonder what Miss Amit would say….”

He could just imagine her clapping her hands. “ You’ve done so well, my lord! You must tell me what you liked!” And then her face flushing red. “ Well if you liked it. It’s alright if you don’t.” He could also see her waving her hands frantically. “What?!? A whole night, sir please! You must rest!”

All of these thoughts greatly appealed to him, but really, he just wanted to see her again, discuss this book, share some snacks, maybe even get another book recommendation.

He let out a yawn. “Well perhaps after some sleep. Hopefully the next one won’t be as exciting.”

#niehime to kemono no ou #sacrificial princess and the king of beasts #jormungand niehime #amit niehime #joramit #fanfcition #cw: bullying #cw: discrimination

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pynkgothicka · 2 years

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ＴｙｐｅｓｏｆＹａｎｄｅｒｅｓＴｈｅＱｕａｒｒｙＣｈａｒａｃｔｅｒｓＷｏｕｌｄＢｅ

Synopsis - Pretty simple, a set of hcs describing The Quarry Characters and their tendencies as Yanderes

Warnings - Acts of violence, Literal murder, gaslighting

Authors Note - me and the quarry game as a whole getting married. Also.... IS DYLAN GAY?!?? I DIDNT WANT TO WRITE FOR HIM CAUSE I WAS UNCERTAIN

A friendly reminder that all my works are dark fanfiction! Please if you do not like that do not read them! This is your final warning before hitting the keep reading button!!

Abigail - Shy

She won't even speak to you at first, literally she waits for you to make the first move

She will still stalk you, that's just a given but she'll never interact with you on her own

Yet when she first does either through you or maybe Emma introducing her to you, she becomes a open book

She'll talk and talk and talk, most of it being a bunch of rambles. But hey it's not common for someone she's been admiring from afar for 2 weeks to finally speak and enjoy being around her.

As for actually hurting or killing people she would never, well intentionally or plan out a murder. But if it's like a spur of the moment thing she gets super ashamed and hides what she's done quick

She can't risk you hating her for something she didn't even know was possible for her to do

However she will never actually take you unless she's forced, even then she'll just let it all he and just have you live with her

Abi will apologize continuously, she craves your validation so please give it to her

Laura - Determined

Once Laura has her sights set on a goal, you, it's hard to steer her away from that goal.

This makes her one of the hardest to get away from, Laura being smart enough to think of every attempt before hand and having something to counteract that attempt

Yet she's also preplanned any possible way for you to trust her again if case things go south.

The more you trust her and her guidance the more things she'll allow for you to do, it's not like she doesn't want you to enjoy your time in the relationship, infact that's all she wants when it comes to you

Laura is the type willing to get her hands dirty over you, killing whoever she sees fit. Sometimes she’ll chose someone very close, make your watch, then torture and then to prove a point, which is always a huge end goal for her.

Her main key is proving a point, the point being that she's right. And that you belong together and always have been.

Ryan - Lovesick

He loves a connection!

As soon as he hits that connection with you he's hooked. Ryan doesn't really talk to people, in fact he was never really good with them in the first place. So whenever you pop into his life out of nowhere hes lovesick and will literally be wrapped around your finger

One thing that benefits him is the fact that he's a tad bit intimidating. He's so intimidating in fact that he just kind of sulks around and

Sharing is caring, only with you though, so he listens to his podcasts with you, sharing his thoughts and how it'd be so cute if you started your own

But as soon as someone messes with you and your relationship he goes ballistic. He will harm someone, not to kill them but he will get his point across

His entire snarky awkward attitude is all a front why would he reveal who he really is when he'd rather hide behind you and be that rock for you to lean on

Max - Obsessed

Imagine how doting his is over Laura upped x100. He's a big goof ball yes but he knows what's his is his

He's super clingy at that, so expect every moment with him to be him cuddling up next to you and feeling up on you

This is way worse whenever he gets infected, turning even more obsessed with the mere idea of you, it's to the point where he constantly smothers you with just how much he loves you

Even if your not a thing he will find some way to be this crucial aspect in your life, by any means possible. It could be he's your quirky next door neighbor in your apartment complex that always invites you over after work, or maybe a returning costumer that comes every day to the small shop you work at

During all these instances he has memorabilia of the event, a bag you gave him or maybe you left your purse and he'd take something unrecognizable like a chapstick. (He will constantly rub it against his lips and claim it's almost like kissing you)

Nicknames galore! Your his whole world and he needs to remind you that always!!

When it comes to killing he actually plans it out to where he's around his target or would lead them into a desolate location to let his werewolf form handle it, god knows he can't

Overall with him it's never bad, it's just tiring at points

Emma - Manipulative

She knows exactly what you want to hear and when you want to hear it

Emma will wind her way into your life slowly making her be seen as the only thing you truly need in this world

Literally she will spread mess with the only goal of it getting back to you therefore pushing you further into her arms, instantly she'd play the sympathy card

Only when times get desperate and she's at an actual risk of losing you will she ever go out of her way to harm anyone.

Without the threat she usually does nothing, tearing your idealization of that person down with just a few words from her lips

But as soon as you find out something happened you go to your best friend and cry on her shoulder, Emma being there to reassure you that everything is alright and safe! If all else fails you could even stay with her until you feel better!!

She's the only one in your corner, your best friend remember!

Kaitlyn - Controlling

She doesn't like you leaving the house or go anywhere without her permission

After what happened at Hackett's Quarry, she can't even think about you getting hurt, especially if you got bit there.

This means controlling the food you eat, limiting your time outside at night, even hooking you up on a full moon just in case

She truly loves you! It's just hard for her to trust the outside world, just about seeing the worst of it

It's to the point to where she hides guns in places all over your shared house

Other than that she's super fun when she's not overreacting, she'll allow people to come over all the time

Nick - Intense

Nick is so intense with his love for you, he will find any and all ways to show that love

He gives compliments like no other, and will constantly flirt with you calling everything you do amazing or even just you in general

That is until he gets bit

Whenever Nick gets bit he like loses it over you and instantly claims what's his, and what's always been his

He's big into pda and if he sees you talking to someone he doesn't like he will go up to you, make out with you and then just lurk behind you, taunting whoever your talking to behind your back

Then immediately after that person leaves he drags you off to where you can be alone, which is definitely a hiding place only he uses and knows

Nick will hurt you, almost never intentionally, he just can't recgonize his strength and goes too far at times in which he will patch you up

Yet he really gets you when he paints himself as this victim and that your one of the few things he can rely on so don't leave him yada yada

So he would trust you to chain him up and to watch over him whenever he turns at times, but on others he takes that as a opportunity to attack others and act as a form of a protector to him

Jacob - Emotional

He puts his all into you and let's his heart lead his actions, you could use him if you really wanted too

After Emma kind of treated him bad he hoped that someone hell anyone would love him the way he loves them

Then he meets you

And God is Jacob in love, someone who lets him be him without any judgement, it's like he's in heaven

So of course he would want to protect that

Most of what makes him a yandere, is that he acts without thinking, and attacks people just merely to protect you

Sometimes it's charming but others it's scary and changes into a completely different person, his carefree and joking attitude turning into a more serious and dark one

But he recognizes he scares you and his emotions change once again and he's back to doting and apologizing to you, but he'll definitely take care of the situation later

He just has more important things to worry about at the current moment

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polish-lyric-translations · 7 months

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Daydream / Wetdream / Nightmare

by Saint Motel

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To jest w jonach, w jonach, w jonach, w jonach To jest w jonach, w jonach, w jonach, w jonach To jest w jonach, w jonach, w jonach, w jonach

Wiesz, umarłbym szczęśliwym człowiekiem Gdybym mógł być z tobą Za tymi oczami Wierzę, że fantazje mogą stać się prawdą

To jest w jonach, w jonach, w jonach, w jonach To jest w jonach, w jonach, w jonach, w jonach

Znajdę czas, aby być człowiekiem Z którym chciałbyś rozwiać W marzeniach, wydaje się, że mogę być Kimkolwiek chciałbyś, abym był, och

To jest w jonach, w jonach, w jonach, w jonach To jest w jonach, w jonach, w jonach, w jonach

Kochaj mnie, obejmij mnie Spotkaj się ze mną na przedtakcie Trzymaj mnie za rękę Powiedz mi, że jestem twój Zabierz mnie do ziemi obiecanej

(nucenie)

Premienie słońca Blask księżyca Twoje dłonie w moich snach Trzymaj mnie mocno Nigdy nie puszczaj Ziemia obiecana, tam odejdziemy

(nucenie)

Dom jest tam gdzie serce Tam gdzie dzieciaki z sąsiedztwa Wtedy, gdy jeszcze urzywaliśmy naszych pełnych imion Słodka, słodka ciekawość Zaprowadź mnie na tą ulicę Proszę, niech to nie odchodzi

Nie budźmy się, buźmy się, buźmy się

Tutaj możemy robić to co chcemy Och, żyć wolni Tak dzień za dniem Słodka, słodka ciekawość Zaprowadź mnie na tą ulicę Proszę, niech to nie odchodzi

Nie budźmy się, buźmy się, buźmy się Nie budźmy się, buźmy się, buźmy się Nie budźmy się, buźmy się, buźmy się

It's in the ions, ions, ions, ions It's in the ions, ions, ions, ions It's in the ions, ions, ions, ions

Well, I can die a happy man If I could be with you Behind these eyes I believe fantasies can come true

It's in the ions, ions, ions, ions It's in the ions, ions, ions, ions

Find the time to be the man That you like to talk to In dreams, it seems that I can be Anyone you want me to, oh

It's in the ions, ions, ions, ions It's in the ions, ions, ions, ions

Love me, hold me Find me, on the off-beat Hold my hand Say I'm your man Take me down to the promised land

Oh, woah Ah, ah Oh, woah Ah, ah

Sunlight Moonbeams Your hands inside my dreams Hold me close Never let go Promised land, and away we go

Oh, woah Ah, ah Oh, woah Ah, ah

Home is where the heart is Down by the neighbor kids Back where we use our given names Sweet, sweet curiosity Led me to this here street Please don't make this go away

Don't Wake up Wake up Wake up

Here, we can do as we please Whoa, living free Oh, take a day by day Sweet, sweet curiosity Led me to this here street Please don't make this go away

Don't Wake up Wake up Wake up

#translation #song lyrics #english to polish #saint motel #Youtube

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bokutokiya · 1 year

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{4.25}

You shake your head to clear your mind before grabbing ahold of Mikey and dragging him behind the stage. “What do you want?” You call out to the princess and her guard. “We want the stick! We know you have it” she calls back, starting to walk closer to your hiding place. “A-actually I have it!” A small voice calls from the side, you both look over and see nat standing with the stick in hand, you quickly check your pouch and realize she does have the real Stick. “Shit.” You whisper and quickly heal Mikey before letting him up, “she’s got the real stick please keep her safe.” Mikey nods and quickly rushes after Nat as you turn around and scan the battlefield. You spot abi flipping Craig over her shoulder before turning on tweek before your eyes lock on Jae and Gracie. Gracie is sitting on Cartman's shoulders using her legs to choke hold him while Jae is standing on Kenny’s back and cheering Gracie on and throwing bits of rock at his knees. Laughing you turn and lock sights with Ona and Mey again, the laugh locking in your throat. “Only one of us will leave this battle” Mey says, unsheathing her sword. “Unless it becomes 2 on 2” Kyle says as he steps up to your side, causing you to jump. “What about Stan?” You ask softly, Kyle goes red and points behind him. Stan is being princess carried by fleur while trout is battling butters and Tolkien with a sword, butters quickly realizing he’s losing turns and books it for the fence screaming retreat. You turn back to Ona and Mey “your army is falling girls, maybe you should regroup” you say smugly. Mey glares before rushing you, caught off guard you take a punch to the nose before quickly ducking behind Kyle who Ona had turned to and hit with a well placed arrow. They both nod to each other and follow after the rest of the humans back to kupa keep. You groan from your spot on the ground behind Kyle before pushing yourself to your knees. You both look at each other before dissolving into giggles as you help each other up. You quickly turn to the elves gathered around you and nod “we protected the stick today, thanks to nat’s brilliant work. And thanks to Gracie and Jae who defeated the great wizard fatass and his princess Kenny. I Don't wanna be cartman right now!” You say causing the collection of elves to laugh. “You're all dismissed for the night since we’ll, we had only planned to make statements today.” The elves said their goodbyes, Abi quickly stepping forward “so which twig did we protect? The stick or Kyle?” She yells before racing off after nat and Jae who laugh as they leave. Kyle huffs before whicing as the cut over his eye stings. “Let’s get that cleaned up before we have to sit with your parents” you say playful, leading Kyle up to his bathroom. You set Kyle on the toilet before pulling out the first aid kit from the medicine cabinet and start dabbing at the cut with some disinfectant and smile slightly. “You took an arrow for me” you say, Kyle laughs softly “remember back in 4th grade when I left you on the roof? This is me saying sorry.” You start laughing and shake your head “oh no way Kyle! I’ll never forgive you for that! Kenny had to come get me down!” You say. Kyle rolled his eyes before jumping, “KYLE! Y/N! DINNER!” Sheila yells. “Coming mom!” You and Kyle chime, before looking at each other and laughing. Before long you and Kyle head down to the kitchen only for a small blurr to knock you off your feet. “y/n, Buddy!” Ike yells, you let out a laugh and hug the boy back “Ike! I’ve missed you!” You say. A small girl walks out of the kitchen and smiles shyly “hiya, I’m Em! It’s nice to meet you.” She says, shaking Kyle’s hand. “I’m Kyle, this is Y/n. It’s nice to meet you” he says as you all sit down to eat with his parents.

#south park #kyle x reader #south park smau #x reader #x reader text

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queenofbaws · 2 years

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Pretty please May I have some “…please stay” prompt for Nick/Abi 🥹

definitely more than six sentence sat(or)sunday!!!

Nurse Kelly had promised her it wasn’t broken. She didn’t know how she could’ve known that without taking an x-ray or anything, but she’d seemed really, really confident when she’d said it, so…it must’ve been true. It felt broken, though. Shattered, even. Totally and completely demolished, and…

Just like that, she was crying again. Great.

It’d been a dumb slip, that was the real kicker. It wasn’t like she’d been trying to do backflips off a picnic table just to prove she could, or turning one-handed cartwheels to try and impress the campers, or juggling ugly old boulders or anything…and hey, even if she had been doing those things, Jacob had done all of them too, and he hadn’t gotten hurt once! No, what she’d done was worse: She hadn’t been paying attention when she’d been walking down the cabin stairs. She’d missed a step – one stupid, measly step! – and wham!

“Oh, honey,” Nurse Kelly had said when she’d finally gotten back up and hobbled her way over to the lodge to get checked out, “It could’ve been so much worse! You’re lucky you caught yourself like that, you could’ve split your chin. Here, let me get you some ice.”

Only she wasn’t lucky that she’d caught herself. It couldn’t have been worse. She was the one in charge of art lessons, after all, and catching herself might’ve meant she hadn’t hit her face, but she had royally ruined her wrist.

She was going to get fired for sure.

Abi sniffled and drew her legs up closer to herself as she sat on the cot, using her left arm to wipe away some of her stupid tears before readjusting the ice pack wrapped around her right hand. The chatter from the lodge had already died down – dinner would’ve been over by then, she knew, and so the kids were probably being shepherded off to the firepit for songs and s’mores. Emma had promised to keep an eye on her campers, waving off her worries with her trademark brand of nonchalance, but that was just something else for her to dwell on…to feel guilty about. Now Emma had to deal with twice as many kids as before, and if there were s’mores involved they’d be getting sticky and they’d be fighting over whose piece of chocolate was bigger and they’d be crying if their graham cracker broke, and –

“Abi? You in here?”

Crap! Crapcrapcrap! Ugh, she couldn’t even hide in an empty office and cry right, could she?! She’d been so sniffly she hadn’t even heard the door open, and the door to the nurse’s office had a heck of a squeak on it, so that was saying something.

She wiped her eyes again, sucking in a hard breath when she accidentally lifted her injured hand. “I’m, uh…” The creak in her voice was worse than the door’s, oh my God. “Yeah, yeah I’m…I’m here.”

A couple footsteps, and then who should come around the folding privacy screen but Nick, his hair tousled and a kitchen towel slung over his shoulder, one of the chipped plastic serving plates balanced on his palm. “You weren’t at dinner, and Kaitlyn said she thought you fell or something, and I – ” When he got a look at her, a really good look, the expression on his face changed so abruptly that she almost started crying again just like that. Maybe she was closer than ‘almost,’ even, because the moment she felt that first prickle, Nick set the plate down at the foot of the cot and slid into the nurse’s chair instead. “Oh man, are you all right?”

It occurred to her then, sitting alone with Nick of all people, that she must’ve looked like death warmed over. It was the kind of situation she’d been daydreaming about ever since the first week of camp, just the two of them, talking, spending time together…and this was how it happened?! She’d been crying a lot. Her eyeliner, her mascara…all of that was probably running like no tomorrow, making her look like some crazed crybaby from a cheesy drive-in horror flick. It was the exact opposite of what a meetcute was supposed to be, and that was just…well, it was the final straw. Her lower lip quivered.

“No,” she got out before the tears started falling again, huge and hot and feeling like lava as they ran down her cheeks. She’d thought about lying, but what was the point? It was obvious she wasn’t okay, he never would’ve bought it if she’d said it, so why even bother?

“Aw man, I…what happened?” he asked, leaning in towards her in much the same way Nurse Kelly had earlier, his forehead creased with concern as he peered around the ice pack for, what, blood? Stitches? Staples? The world’s biggest splinter? She didn’t know. “Should I go find someone? I can—”

“No,” Abi said, and it must’ve come out louder than she’d meant, because he looked away from her wrist and back up to her very, very quickly. “No, I…I mean…” She sniffed hard, bringing her arm up to wipe at her cheeks. “It’s fine. It’s…I fell, and I feel so…dumb. Now my wrist is all messed up and Mr. H is going to send me home for sure, and it’s just…” Her shoulders rose and fell in a hopeless shrug, and as ridiculous as she felt crying like a baby there in front of him, she just couldn’t help it. The dam had been broken, and it was all coming out in one big, awful gush. “Nurse Kelly says it’s not broken, but what if it is? What if it is, and what if it totally ruins the rest of my summer? Or the rest of my life? I…this is my drawing hand, and if it…I mean…I’m going to school for art! I can’t just learn to use my left hand overnight! It’s not that easy! And when people ask me why I have to go home, or drop out, or why a million other things, I’m gonna have to say ‘Uhhh, well actually it’s because I’m a clumsy idiot who missed a step and just totally screwed up my whole life!” She pulled in a huge breath to make up for what she’d lost, and it came back out in an exhausted, shaky laugh. “This ice pack isn’t even cold. It melted like. An hour ago. Now I’m just…sitting here. Being a baby. While everyone else is out having fun and eating s’mores.”

She couldn’t bring herself to look at him as she came to the grand finale of her little pity party, instead focusing her eyes down at her wrist. Now that all that junk was out of her, she did feel a tiny bit better, but mostly purging her worry had just made more room for embarrassment; her cheeks started to burn about as badly as her eyes. This wasn’t how you were supposed to act in front of the cute guy you had a not-so-subtle crush on – this wasn’t how you were supposed to act in front of anybody, really, but especially not the cute guy you had a not-so-subtle crush on!

For an eternity, Nick was quiet beside her. Then, without warning, he stood up, holding a finger out towards her. “Hang on a sec,” he said, and then he was gone, the door to the nurse’s office swinging shut and clicking behind him.

Abi hung her head. What else could she do? The universe had given her her chance and she’d blown it like she’d blown walking down the stairs. Spectacularly.

Maybe she should’ve pretended like she was fine. Guys liked that, didn’t they? When you showed them you were capable, and tough, and didn’t turn into a whiny little crybaby the first time something didn’t go your way? Ugh…if only Emma was there to tell her what to do…but of course Emma couldn’t be there, because she was too busy being outside, taking care of Abi’s campers, and –

No! She had to stop making herself cry like that!

With an angry sound aimed at herself, she leaned forward to get a peek at the plate Nick had left her with. She picked a tater tot from the pile and nibbled at it, wondering whether eating would end up making her feel better or worse. Honestly? At that point? She thought it could’ve gone either way.

She nearly jumped out of her skin when the door opened again, the squeak very audible that time.

“Uh…here,” Nick said, offering something out to her before seemingly realizing his mistake, slowly reaching for the ice pack instead. “Or, uh…can I…?”

At first it didn’t make sense, what he was asking her. But then her brain started working at putting the puzzle pieces together, and she registered that the thing he was holding was a bag of frozen corn. “Oh, I…yeah?” she managed, her surprise doing a heck of a job overriding her sadness.

“Cool! Let me just…oh, uh, that wasn’t a joke. The ‘cool’ thing. I…here.” Gently, much more gently than she might’ve imagined, Nick unwound the melted ice pack from her wrist and replaced it with the bag of corn, sheepishly smiling when he noticed her looking at it. “I looked for something a little less…well, corny, but that was the best we had back in the kitchen, sorry.” He set the ice pack down on a nearby table and slowly sat back in Nurse Kelly’s chair. “And that one was a joke. The…”

“Corny,” Abi nodded, unable to keep from smiling.

“Yeah,” Nick laughed. “Pretty rough, right?”

“Pretty corny.” It felt good to smile, despite herself. It sort of flipped a hidden switch inside of her, that one little laugh, bringing her out of her spiral of panic and into a different place. There was still worry, sure, but it didn’t feel quiiite as life-or-death as it had before. Also, that embarrassment was making a doozy of an encore performance. “I…wow. Okay, um…sorry. About all that. That I just made you listen to. Um…you didn’t ask for any of that, wow.”

“No, it’s fine—”

“It’s not. I…ugh.”

“Abi, look…I won’t pretend that I understand art or drawing or any of that, but the future’s scary enough on its own without having to worry that like…you have to start from square one. I do get that.” He leaned forward to sit with his elbows on his knees, shrugging as they talked. Whether it was because of her runny eye makeup or something else, he wasn’t making a whole lot of eye contact, and for that she was glad. It took away a teeny tiny piece of that humiliation, at least. “But I don’t think Mr. H would fire you for getting hurt. He’d have to be a real asshole to do something like that, don’t you think?”

She took another tater tot, using it as an excuse to not have to talk. Instead she returned his shrug, chewing away. It was a good point. That didn’t really sound like the Mr. H she’d seen…not so far, anyway. He seemed more like the kind of guy who’d make her a care package and have Nurse Kelly check her temperature every fifteen minutes until she felt better.

“And for what it’s worth? I don’t know about you, but I’ve brought a lot of kids down here since camp started, for a lot of weird stuff, and…I don’t know, I think Nurse Kelly’s been around the block a few times. If she looked at it and figured it’s not broken, then…” He brought his shoulders up again, only that time he looked up too, squinching his face up in sympathy. “It’s probably not.”

In went another tater tot. Abi nodded slowly, giving the fingers of her right hand a tentative wiggle. All five moved when she asked them to, which she figured was a good sign, but the ache in her wrist still went deep enough that she didn’t want to try and keep it up. “Yeah,” she said quietly, after swallowing, obviously. “You’re probably right.”

He smiled, and though she was only seeing it from the corner of her eye, she found herself returning it; it was too contagious to fight. Plus, she’d been dreaming of being on the receiving end of a smile like that since the first time she’d seen him from across the camp.

“Know what I think?” he asked, giving her knee a light nudge with the side of his hand. “I think if you take it easy for a couple days, have the kids just…I don’t know, do hand-turkeys or something, you’ll be back in action before you know it!”

Her smile persisted, even as she double- and triple-checked that her cheeks were dry. “Oh yeah? I hope you’re right…I’m supposed to do caricatures at the sleepover party near the end of the month, and Dylan’s already been telling me how important it is that I ‘get his best angles.’” The smile became a laugh, and her cheeks prickled again when Nick joined in. “I’m not sure he knows what a caricature is, if he’s worried about angles, but…”

“Ah, he’s just goofing with you, don’t worry about it.”

Abi ran her finger along the edge of the dinner plate he’d brought for her, chancing a small, sheepish smile in his direction. “Thanks, Nick.”

“Hey, don’t even mention it. I’m sure before the summer’s out, I’ll get hurt in a way that’s so stupid it’ll end up in the morning announcements. Then you’ll have to be the one to check in on me.”

“I mean, I will,” she reassured him, her laughter getting a bit stronger that time around. “I’ll even cover dinner duty. If you need me to, that is. I don’t know how you’re planning on getting injured, is all.”

He stood, offering her an exceptionally lame (but extremely endearing) pair of finger-guns before chuckling, “I’ll definitely keep you posted on that one. But y’know…I’m pretty sure everyone’s at the firepit right about now…wanna head over? I just have a couple more dishes to put away, and then we could—”

“Um.” It was out of her mouth before she could stop herself, and though she knew she’d be kicking herself later, there just wasn’t any holding it back. “I don’t actually think I’m…up for it,” she said, painfully aware of how awful she must’ve looked, how pathetic. “I think I’m just gonna…sit here until the corn…melts? Does corn melt?”

“I think it thaws?”

“Oh. Yeah. I’m gonna wait for that. Just to, y’know, get the maximum healing juice out of it.” She winced as she heard that combination of words out loud, quickly scrambling to cover them up. “B-but you go ahead! Thanks for the offer, really. One of us should get a s’more before the night’s out, anyway.”

Nick looked like he was going to say something. He did, really. His mouth opened a little, then it closed, then it almost opened again but didn’t exactly make it. For a second he was quiet, kind of looking at her in a strange way. Then he pointed to her mostly full dinner plate. “Are you still eating?” he asked. “Or do you want me to take that to the kitchen?”

“Uh.” Her eyes flicked to the plate and back, and she took it with her left hand, holding it out to him. “You can…thanks. I promise it’s not that the food was bad or anything, it’s just…it’s been a long night.”

“No, I totally get it, it’s fine.” Then he flashed her another one of those smiles, the kind that had her tummy doing flips, and then…then he was gone. The door to the nurse’s office clicked shut behind him again.

And Abi deflated.

“Way to go, Abs,” she muttered to herself, bringing her left hand up to rub at her forehead. What she should’ve said, she realized now that she was alone, was that she wanted him to stay. That she didn’t want to be alone. That having him there was making her feel so much better than any stupid bag of ice or painkiller had managed. How hard would that have been?! It was two words: Please stay. It could’ve been one! She’d barfed all her stupid feelings up in front of him before, why couldn’t she have gotten those words out? Would it have really been so hard? Would—

The door swung open for a third time.

“Now, I’ll warn you,” Nick said, unloading his armful of stuff onto the foot of the cot amid a whole lot of plastic-crinkling and box-rattling, “I…don’t really have a good way of heating stuff up in here, so unless we move this party to the kitchen, things won’t be especially melty, but…”

It took Abi a moment to realize what she was looking at. There, at the edge of the cot, just past her sneakers, were a couple sleeves of graham crackers, a bag of marshmallows, and a small box of chocolate squares. She turned away from them to look up at Nick instead, wide-eyed and smiling in earnest.

“We don’t really need to go to the firepit to have some s’mores,” he said, busying himself with opening the packages up. “And…sorry if this is weird to say or whatever, but…I’d feel better staying here with you. Until you’re feeling better, I mean.”

“I’d like that,” Abi said, giving the fingers of her right hand another tentative wiggle. “I’d like that a lot.”

#nick-furcillo #six sentence weekend #furblyg #nick x abi #queenie writes supermassive #for you kenzie?????? anything ;)c #THIS ENDED UP SO MUCH LONGER THAN ANTICIPATED AHHHHH

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justjessame · 3 months

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Light Through the Darkness: Chapter 64

Abigail stayed as far away from Damon and his circle as she could, but Alaric was part of HER circle. Once her cell phone was charged she checked on Jenna - since she was important to him, she was important to Abi. He assured her that Jenna was doing well and asked how his friend was fairing, promising to get back to him on that, she sighed at the missed texts and calls from both Marcel and Gloria.

“I let my phone die last night,” he groaned in response. “Yes, it’s a bit overwhelming to see how much I missed.” She told him she was happy to hear that his lady love was feeling better and that she’d send some of the cookies that Jenna seemed so fond of over soon, and then said her parting.

The issue at hand, she thought, as she walked from the kitchen to the living room was whether she should answer Marcel or Gloria first. Both had gotten more disgruntled and anxious the longer she hadn’t answered them, so she went with the one she’d met first.

“I’m sorry,” she broke through his lecture about how he’d been very close to sending one of his closest soldiers to come check on her in Mystic Falls since he hadn’t heard a word from her in over twenty-four hours. “I forgot to charge my phone and -” She stopped and took a very deep breath. “Elijah is on his way here.”

“Leave, Abi, come back to New Orleans.” He didn’t sound teasing or scolding, he sounded serious. “Get in that miniature car of yours and bring that damn cat you’re so fond of and come back here so I can keep an eye on you.”

She shook her head and stood at the picture window, looking through the lace curtains she watched Cat lounging in the swing. Damon must have let him out when he left. “You know I won’t do that, Marcel.” She could hear him preparing his next argument. “This is my home, and I won’t run away on the chance that he MIGHT hurt me.” It didn’t make sense to her that he would want to. “He’s never shown any type of aggression toward me, I told you -”

“In your DREAMS, Abigail.” He sounded like he was losing patience. “You met him once, that you can vaguely remember, and that was so long ago that you can’t even be sure that you remember it perfectly. I KNOW him, Abi. I know him and his entire family and I know they are DANGEROUS.”

“They gave you this life, Marcel,” she reminded him, and he groaned. “You are still here, still alive and the KING of the Quarter because of them.”

“Don’t do this, Abi, don’t fall into a trap of thinking that they aren’t as bad as they are,” he pleaded. “I don’t want you to be the next loss to a LONG line of losses.”

“I won’t be,” she promised, reminding him that she wasn’t nearly as fragile as she looked. “I do love that you care so much. And I don’t take it for granted,” she didn’t, the fact that he and Gloria adopted her so easily and quickly warmed her deeply. “But I won’t be forced from my home, Marcel. I won’t.”

“And you’re curious,” he muttered. “You're curious about him, Abi, don’t tell me you aren’t.”

“I won’t tell you I’m not,” she agreed. “Wouldn’t you be, if you were me?”

“I don’t know,” he admitted. “I don’t know because all I can see when I think of him, or the others, is what I KNOW about them.” He sighed. “Be safe, please. And keep your phone charged. And -”

“Call and text you,” she smiled, watching as Cat noticed her watching him through the curtains. He hopped off the swing and she met him at the front door so he could come back inside. “I will, I promise.”

“You’d better.” Marcel grumbled. “I’m attached to you, Abigail Morgan, you’re like the little sister I never wanted.”

She laughed as they said goodbye and she mentally prepared for a similar call with Gloria.

Abigail dealt with her backlog of messages while Damon and his group were dealing with - well let’s see. Elena seemed to have a death wish. Literally.

While he and Rose, the one that had kidnapped Elena to give her to Elijah, to find out what they could about the “sun and moon curse” crap from someone she swore would know more - little Miss “I’ve Lived Long Enough” talked Caroline into opening Katherine’s time out tomb so they could have a chat and Caroline ran off to keep Stefan busy.

Elijah proved that he had a KILLER ability to hit damn near ANYTHING with a handful of coins and kill pretty much anyone too, so that worked out majestically. The curse sounded like a fairytale told to werewolves and vampires to keep them ready to kill one another on sight while also searching for the moonstone.

All in all, it was as much fun of a road trip as the LAST road trip he’d taken. Which ended with compelling Elena and losing Abigail. So FUN.

Grocery shopping, Abigail thought as she parked her car, was one of the necessary evils that ranked as high on her list of things to do as cleaning Cat’s litter box. She had to eat, but buying the ingredients was as enjoyable as watching paint dry. Car parked, she made it into the cool interior of the store and grabbed a shopping cart, bag in the small cradle at the top, list in hand, she started to the produce section first.

She was studying the fresh herbs, wondering if she really wanted to bother with them at all since she was cooking for one, when a voice said “excuse me.”

“I’m sorry,” she shook herself out of her internal battle, and looked up to see a man wanting to reach past me. “Let me just,” I moved the cart out of his way.

“You look like you’re trying to make a difficult decision,” his smile changed the seriousness of his entire countenance. “Maybe I can help?”

Abigail shook her head with a smile. “I was mostly debating the logic of buying fresh herbs when I’m cooking for one.” He was studying her. “The cost versus the necessity.”

“Fresh tastes better, and if YOU don’t deserve it than who does?” Abi had to admit, his argument made a sort of sense. “I’m sorry, I’m a complete stranger butting my two cents in -”

“No, please.” Abigail held out her free hand, the one not holding her shopping list. “I’m Abigail Morgan,” her smile grew when he took her hand in his and she felt the magic flowing from his dry warm skin.

“Dr. Jonas Martin,” his own smile mirrored her. “A pleasure to meet you, Miss Morgan.” He didn’t seem surprised by the flow of her magic, so she wondered if perhaps he wasn’t aware of his own. He released her hand, but didn’t seem quite ready to end their conversation. “My son, Luka and I just moved here.”

“I recently relocated here myself,” Abigail lied smoothly. “Although my family was one of the founding families, so my roots grow deep here.”

“I see,” he nodded. “And where did you live before Mystic Falls?”

“Chicago,” it came easily, perhaps because she spoke to Gloria last. “And before that New Orleans. My family traveled a lot.”

“Well, let’s hope that this is the last move for both of us,” he smiled and she returned it. “I should let you get back to your shopping.”

“And I yours.” His eyes narrowed slightly and she wondered why. “Cat will be wondering where I am with his dinner.”

“You have a friend named Cat?” He looked curious and Abi giggled.

“A cat named Cat actually. I wasn’t very original in naming him, but he doesn’t hold it against me.” She grabbed the handle of her cart and pushed past the herbs, thinking she’d come back once she thought more on them. “Have a lovely day, Dr. Martin.”

“You too, Miss Morgan.”

Cat and Abi had a quiet night. She revelled in it. Dinner, then a book that wasn’t her grimoire, followed by actual mindless television. Without distraction - without forced interruption due to founding family compulsory volunteerism. And then, when she crawled into bed that night, she knew she would be able to sleep the entire night without being interrupted by Damon’s visit - by Cat’s terrible warning screech - by anything other than nightmares that might come.

Damon, Stefan, and Bonnie knew that they HAD to get the moonstone from Katherine - the issue was HOW.

“Maybe I could ask Abi -” Bonnie started, but Damon’s jaw went rigid and both Bonnie and Stefan stared at him.

“Abigail Morgan stays out of this,” he said, his voice surprisingly level. “And everything from here on out.”

Stefan studied his brother. Normally, if something had gone bad for Damon, Damon the Dick would come out in full blazing glory, but this? This was new. “Abigail is powerful, Damon,” he offered, trying for logic. “If she has a way that this could work, easily -”

“No,” he didn’t raise his voice, and that was probably why they didn’t argue with him. He sounded - different. And Stefan couldn’t put his finger on it.

“OK,” Bonnie sighed. “I should be able to lift the boundary spell and knock Katherine to her knees long enough for Stefan to rush in and grab it -”

Jeremy isn’t buying it. He’s seen her weakened by a locator spell, this spell is far more difficult and going to use far more power. She should have seen that he would do something heroically stupid. They all should have. But they didn’t and he managed to get in and toss out the moonstone, but also stuck with Katherine - a prisoner and a foodsource.

Abigail is working on a baking project in her kitchen. “I know it’s a mess,” she tells Cat, who is slightly more white than normally, thanks to the flour that is somehow everywhere. “But wouldn’t YOU rather have FRESH cookies than even bakery bought?” His blue ringed green eyes are staring at her like he’d rather not be coated in a thin layer of flour, but what do cat’s know?

While she’s mixing up the batter for her cookies, a flash and flicker cross her vision forcing her to stop stirring. Muttering to herself and shutting her eyes, instead of forcing the images away, it helps focus them.

Elena and the woman - Rose - with a woman and a laptop. Elena’s asking the woman Abigail doesn’t know to send a message to Klaus - a deal. She, the doppelganger, is willing to surrender. Abigail struggles to make sense. What? Why would Klaus want the doppelganger and why would Elena surrender? She explains as Rose argues against it - Klaus, Katherine told her, would kill everyone she loves to get to her. She wants to sacrifice herself for the people she loves.

Abigail feels her lunch roiling in her stomach, threatening to revisit her in the worst way possible. How horrible and how stupid of Elena to give in and give up?

She doesn’t know how long passes, she doesn’t even notice the two men showing up after Damon - when did he arrive? These two men - Klaus’ henchmen come to collect his bounty - are met by Elijah, and they meet a fast and suitably gruesome end. Elijah is gone as fast as he came and Abigail feels it again. That pull and tug, the curiosity about him, the fascination and urge to know more.

By the time Damon and Elena return, Stefan has played Hero Hair again and has taken Jeremy’s place with Katherine. Damon doesn’t find it shocking. That’s Stefan for you, always ready to take himself out of the line of “helpful” duty to do the “right” thing. He promises him that he’ll keep Elena safe, even if she does have the biggest death wish of any teenage girl who isn’t going through a noticeable goth phase ever.

He tries very hard to NOT think about Abigail Morgan, but now that she pushed him out of her life for good - and he knew she meant it this time, the way she wouldn’t even look at him sealed it, it seemed like she was front and center more than ever before.

#alternate universe #damon salvatore x ofc breakup #elijah mikaelson x ofc

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wxndswept · 3 months

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Find the Flame

"I really appreciate you coming out here with me." Kris smiled, taking her sister's hand to walk around the empty elevator shaft. "Especially given where we are. But I'm glad you said yes. Being out here in the desert with you is a lot less stressful than if I had hired a stranger."

The sisters were spelunking, deep in the depths of Hangeh Afrasiyab, a place brimming with ancient Ruin technology. Kris's main focus of study in the Akademiya.

"Stop thanking me, it's getting embarrassing..." Lyza looked around the lit room and shrugged. "It's... not too much different than I remember. the only real difference is that the power is on. Do you really think you can get information out of this place?"

"Uh-huh!" From her bag, Kris pulled out a variety of tools that Lyza didn't recognize and started fiddling around with the machines. "Even if I won't be able to actually read what was on these terminals, which is more than likely given the damage, I can still extract some data, filter out the junk, and figure out what this facility was used for in the past." She stopped and suddenly turned, gesturing to her sister. "Oh! I know I said this already, but I'm so proud of you! Watching you fight is such a joy honestly. Even without a Vision, you still can more than hold your own against monsters, I felt so safe."

"I... yeah. I mean, thanks." Lyza felt her face heating up as she took a seat on a railing. "I went through a lot of training with the Corps of Thirty and that Duelist in Fontaine, so I'm glad to see it's paying off." She unhooked the Black Sword from her belt and examined it as Kris began her research. "But it's not enough. I still pale in comparison to Yuuki."

"Is besting her in battle your weird way of thanking her?" Kris's tone was dry as she jotted a few things down and inserted a small device into one of the machines. Lyza could only grumble in response at first.

"Kind of... I guess. There's a part of me that wants to prove that I'm better than her." A short huff left her. "But, I also want to show her, and myself that I can keep going. It sounds weird, but I know she'd appreciate it."

"Actually, I can believe that." Kris chuckled as a deep chill suddenly permeated the room. "It's very... hm? Did... do you feel that?" Watching Kris shiver, Lyza stood and held her sword at the ready. "It's so cold all of a sudden..."

"Kris, get down!" Lyza darted forward, raising her sword in front of her sword to stop an attack from an Abyss Herald suddenly appearing before them. Surprised, the monster backed off a bit, eying the two closely from beneath its cold mask.

"You... you're the cursed girl." Even its voice was cold as it lowered an arm, the icy blade attached glimmering in the light. "The one following that mad scientist like a chained dog. But you look different. Like you..." The Herald gasped and leaned in close. "Im... impossible!"

"Get away from me!" Taking a step back, Lyza swung her sword at the monster, pushing Kris back behind her. "I have and want nothing to do with them anymore! Just leave me alone!"

"Hmph! I smell it now, or the lack of it anyway!" The Herald raised its arms, stepping back from Lyza's swing. "Your curse, it's gone! How is this... how is this possible? What did P do to you this time?!"

"I'm not telling you anything! Leave me and my sister alone, or die down here! Now!" As Lyza held up her sword to point at the Herald before her, it howled in laughter, making Kris shiver in fear behind her. "I swear to Focalors, I will end you right here!"

"You?! HA HA HA HA!!!" A clawed hand was held up. "Please. You may have been volatile before, but you were nothing more than a dog with a bomb, a Hilihurl that couldn't understand what destructive power it held! Do you think you can kill me without that power? A mere human?"

"Shut the hell-" As Lyza tried to lunge forward, she was stopped by a tug at her shirt. "Kris?!" She turned her head. "Let me go!"

"Are you crazy?! That's a monster from the Abyss! You know how dangerous they are! Don't do this, don't let them goad you into a fight, you've got nothing to prove!" Lyza yanked the hem of her shirt from between Kris's fingertips.

"Will you stop talking and go hide somewhere? I'll be done here in a minute!" Pushing Kris away, Lyza turned and held out her sword to the monster before her.

"Oh my, you're serious." The Herald scoffed and crouched lower into a more appropriate position across from Lyza. "Very well, it has been a while since I've been in combat. Perhaps I can use your pathetic body to keep myself sharp."

"You are so annoyingly defiant!" Kris grumbled as the Herald leaped at her sister. "I still believe in you, though..." She didn't like that they were fighting, but Lyza was not only holding her own, but it was quickly becoming clear that even with the Herald's dual iceblades, she was the superior combatant. At least that's what it looked like to her. While Lyza fought, Kris took the chance to remove the equipment she had taken out, putting them back in her backpack for a quick getaway should the opportunity arise.

While she worked, Kris couldn't help but get distracted by her sister's bladework. It didn't feel like over a decade ago when the two of them would go out exploring on their own on Fontaine.

"What's wrong, are you scared?" It was something Kris would often ask Lyza when they were younger, something she regret now. "You know you can go home. I can be out here all by myself!"

"I-I know! I am scared, but... I-I wanna protect you!" Thinking on it, it didn't matter how much Lyza would cower or complain, she always stuck around and did her best back then to keep them safe. And now, all of that was coming to fruition. Despite Lyza's change, Kris felt guilt pull at her chest. Once again, she had brought her little sister to a place filled with danger. 'If she got hurt, or lost again... I don't think I could take it.'

"Ha!" Lyza's boisterous laugh snapped Kris from her thoughts. She looked up to see the white-haired woman kick the Herald across the room. "What happened, huh? All that big talk not long ago! Now you're getting your ass kicked by a pathetic little dog!" As she stepped closer, Lyza threw her sword at the monster, striking it in the abdomen. "That's what you called me, right? So then, what does that make you?" Kris watched Lyza walk over in a mockingly long strut, sneering at the crouched monster. It was an unnerving side of her younger sister. Without a doubt, Lyza was taking pleasure in besting the Herald in combat. It made her nervous, but more importantly, it infuriated the Abyss Herald.

"Hey, Lyza... we should probably-" Kris was cut off by an enraged roar and a blast of freezing air from the Herald. Standing back on its feet, it grabbed Lyza's sword by the blade and pulled it out, throwing it on the ground toward her. "Oh no..." Kris quickly reached for her bag again.

"Ha! Desperate, are we?!" Moving quickly to pick up her sword, Lyza scoffed at the show of elemental power. "Is this your second wind, or your dying breath?! Whatever, it makes no difference to me!"

"Foolish girl." The Abyss Herald held out a hand, Ice forming a large greataxe in its palm. "You forget you deal with the Abyss!" It swung the axe around, flourishing it in front of Lyza to hold it in both hands. "And I am done being lenient with you." Another blast of cold air blew through the room as the axe was swung at Lyza. She sidestepped out of the way and swung her sword with a grunt, letting out a gasp as it bounced off the shield.

"Tch! You-" As Lyza recovered she was suddenly elbowed in the face, sending her into the wall behind her. A ring sounded through her head as it hit the metal. She could barely make out her sister's voice among it, but Kris did become visible in her line of sight after wiping the blood that was starting to obscure her vision. With a growl, she raised her sword to block the overhead swing from the monster before her. It wasted no time between attacks, pushing Lyza to her knee with the first. As the axe was raised again, she rolled to the side striking the creature in the abdomen with her sword. With enough force, the tip just barely pierced the shield. The Herald twisted the axe to smack Lyza in the face, knocking her to the ground.

"Look at you." Sticking the end of the axe into the freezing ground, the Herald picked Lyza up by the end of her hair and quickly punched her in the stomach, and again in the face. "A few real hits and you're already wasted and gasping for air. But... you don't get to go yet." An icicle formed in its hand, immediately driven through Lyza's abdomen and into the wall behind her. Dropping the sword in her hand, she screamed out in agony. "When all you-" The Herald was interrupted by a small explosion at its back. The two turned to look at Kris, holding a small metallic object in her hand.

"Leave... leave her alone!! I have more of these!" Lyza's vision started fading as the Herald stepped away from her, sliding across the now-frozen ground to Kris. She threw another concoction at it, the Electro and Pyro inside combining to blast it in the face. It growled in annoyance before grabbing Kris by the throat, picking her up, and throwing her toward the hole where the elevator shaft was.

"Pathetic." Turning back to Lyza, another icicle formed in its hand. "Now then... I'll start with her. Once all that you love is in ashes, only then will you have my permission to die."

"No..." Her hand was getting numb from the overwhelming cold, but her body refused to stop moving. Something inside her was starting to burn and itch. "No...!" With a chuckle, the Herald moved over to Kris again, picking her up by her wrist and stopping her from throwing another elemental device in its face. "Stop it!" Lyza grabbed the icicle buried in her side, groaning as she attempted to pull it out. The herald was purposefully taking its time, ensuring the despair would settle in the two. "Stop!!!" She grabbed the ice with her other hand, steam spreading out from the points of contact as Lyza started to scream, the feeling inside of her boiling over as she tried to pull again. "Leave my sister..." Gritting her teeth, Lyza suddenly crushed the icicle between her hands. "ALONE!!!"

"What!?" The Abyss Herald was holding Kris over the elevator shaft hole when the room suddenly burst into flames. "What is this!?" Dropping Kris, it held up its arms in defense, a wall of ice forming in an attempt to shield it from the heat. "This... can't... be!" The ice melted as quickly as it formed, and when the flames settled, the vision before the monster became clear. "What... impossible! What did you do?" Lyza now stood up from against the wall, reaching out for a Vision that hovered in front of her face. The icicle, and hole, in her side had disappeared alongside her other wounds. Great red phoenix wings spread out from behind her, and under her shirt glowed a blue light in the middle of her chest. "What have you become?!" The Herald looked at its hands, the ice and shield covering it melting away. It tried to make another weapon, but with the heat in the room, the ice couldn't even solidify.

"Isn't it obvious?" A smile crept across Lyza's face. "I AM YOUR END!!" She curled her wings around herself and let out a scream as she spread them again, pillars of fire erupting around the two of them. The Herald screamed out in pain as its body succumbed to the overwhelming fire, disappearing before Lyza's eyes into nothing. "I'm the end of all creeps like you." Taking a deep breath, Lyza waved her arm and watched the flames in the room disappear, her wings fluttering behind her. "I can't believe it! So this is the power of a-"

"Lyza!" Kris's voice came from below, snapping Lyza from her inner thoughts. "Are you okay?! Please say you're okay... I saw the fire, is that you?! I'm down here! But I'm about to slip!!"

"Kris!" Looking around the room, Lyza focused on the hole where her sister's voice was coming from. "Hold on, I'm coming!" She quickly ran over and knelt in front of the hole to see Kris dangling from a support pillar with one hand. "Oh thank goodness... Hold on, I'll climb down and-" A sudden gasp came from Kris as her grip gave away. She didn't even scream as she fell, her eyes wide in horror as Lyza got further and further away from her. "KRIS!!" Without even thinking, Lyza immediately jumped in after her, weaving past the bars in the center of the shaft to catch Kris in the larger chamber. Lyza's wings unfurled behind her, careening the two into one of the alcoves dotted across the room with a thud. "Ow..." Lyza twisted around, sitting up slowly to ensure her sister hadn't landed too heavily. After a brief moment of silence, Kris came too and immediately sat up and stared at Lyza, running her hands across her abdomen and face. "Hey! K-knock it off! Kris, stop, what are you even..."

"You... I thought you were going to die!!" Kris managed to breathe a sigh of relief between sobs, holding her sister closely. "That thing stabbed you, and... and... I-I don't know how, but I'm glad you're okay! And you have a Vision! And wings! I don't... I..." Letting go, she sat back to put a bit of space between them. "Lyza, I'm... I'm so sorry. I dragged you to another dangerous place, and... I almost lost you again."

"Aw, don't give me that crap." Lyza leaned forward and looked over Kris to see no visible injuries. "I chose to come here because I wanted to protect you, just like before." She wiped the tears from her sister's face. "And like before, I'll do it again and again and again. If this time spent at home again has shown me anything, it's that I'm not going to stop caring about you because it went horribly wrong last time. But more importantly, are you okay? You're not hurt?" She held out the glittering Pyro Vision in her hand. "And it looks like today my resolve was proven true."

"I... I'm okay. I thought I had ice burns from where it grabbed me, but... I think you healed me. You healed both of us when you got your Vision." Kris sniffled and wiped her face again before scooting close to hold Lyza again. "I don't deserve you."

"Heh..." Lyza stood and held out her hand for Kris to take. "No you don't. Come on, let's get out of here. We have some climbing to do."

#[story]#;;freedom reborn(lyza)#;;ruin hunter(Kris)

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writersfearofrecognition · 11 months

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Ignorance is bliss

Summary: Jacob and his childhood best friend slowly realise their feelings while trying to survive the quarry.

Pairing: Jacob Custos x nameless/female!OC

Warnings: jealousy, cringe dialogue, miscommunication trope, pure ignorance

TW: none i think (i hope, please tell me if there are i will gladly tag them)

Chapter 7:

„i think this was a stupid idea…“ he mutters once we come to a stop from exhaustion. the alcohol is wearing off and we’re in the middle of the woods, with someone screaming.

„at least we’re not alone.“ „yeah, well uh- i don’t want both of us to die.“ he points out.

i snort and sigh.

„let’s go, the camp is this way.“

i pull him further along and he grips my hand tighter, intertwining our hands.

under normal circumstances i would die right now, but yeah.

scary woods.

we run further until i hear some animal…screaming?

„fuck.“

we both step backwards, Jacob behind me.

„it’s a hog. but still. dangerous if they had kids.“ i whisper and Jacob walks back further, pulling me with him.

„Jak-.“

„AHHH! Wahhh- What?!“

„Jacob!“

Jacob got dragged into the air by his foot.

„Oh my god, Jake!“

„uh- wait.“ he tried to drag himself up to untie it but someone emerged from the bushes before he could.

„Oh fuck. fuck. fuck.“

„run, (Y/N).“ Jacob says but i stay put.

„i’m not leaving you.“ i whisper and walk next to him, my hands ready. for something.

fuuuuck. that’s not how summer camp’s are advertised.

„hey we kinda had a bad day, we’re searching for our friend, she screamed and uh.“ i point at Jacob upside down and the man looks at him then at me.

oh god.

the huge man grabs my arms and looks me up and down before getting out a weird flask and throwing it over my head.

i gasp but quickly close my mouth again as the liquid runs over my face.

„dude, let her go, man. that’s my girlfriend!“

the man pays Jacob no mind and smears to liquid over me while i winch with my eyes closed.

the grip on my arms tightens and he gets out a knife with his other.

i struggle silently and Jacob starts screaming.

„Jesus christ- what the fuck are you doing?!“

he drags me away from Jacob and i try to grab his arm but he falls down before i can reach it.

„Bro get your hands off her!“ he protests from the ground.

the man had cut him down.

„oh my god, thank you. thank you so much. fuck.“ i try to get to Jacob but he still didn’t let me go.

Jacob was not so grateful. „god- son of a bitch…“

„shhh.“ the man says to us both, i shut up, Jacob frowns and looks at my arm.

the man kneels down to him and also smears him with that weird smelling stuff. only now i see what is it.

red.

„is that-.“

„shhh.“ he mutters, „it’s for your own good.“

he then stands up, looks at a device in his hand and finally lets my arm go.

„fuck.“

i sit next to Jacob, touching him to look if he is alright.

the man disappears in the meantime.

„what the fuck?“

„i don’t know. we have to get back. i don’t want to be out here anymore.“

„what the fuck?“ he asks again while i help him stand up and we both run further. „Are you okay? did he touch you?“

„i mean- kinda.“

„I’ll kill him.“

„okay Jacob, let’s get back to the others.“

„no i’m serious. i’ll kill him.“

21:20

i guide him back to the fire pit and we're met with Ryan and the gun in his hand.

„Wait no. no. no. no. no. don’t shoot, don’t shoot!“

„Oh my God what happened?“ the first thing i see is Nick bleeding out on the floor.

„holy shit…“ Jacob mutters and grips my hand even tighter.

„Nick and Abi were attacked. in the woods.“

„fuck.“ Jacob mutters.

„wait…where is Emma?“ i ask after making a head count.

„she wanted to look for you guys.“

„oh fuck.“ i mutter.

„she’s probably fine right? when we were there, there was nothing…“

„yeah…fuck.“ i still swear, „I shouldn’t have run off, i’m sorry.“ i blur out and they just nod slowly, taking in the situation.

„we’re probably going to head back to the lodge.“ Kaitlyn says and i nod.

„also, why are you covered in…what i hope is strawberry jelly?“, Ryan mutters.

„Oh, yeah, no, um…I’m pretty sure it’s blood…“ Jacob looks at me before continuing, „there was this guy with like um…he had like a bottle. it’s like- i dunno dude it’s like a really long story.“

„Ew.“ Kaitlyn mumbles and i sigh.

„yeah. eh. super fucked up.“

„well. what do we do?“ Ryan asks and i swallow.

„Nick to the lodge, we…also? i guess. it’s probably not more dangerous in there. and about Emma.“

Ryan huffs. „we don’t even know if she’s in danger.“

Jacob gives him a weird look, „she’s out there alone, with a creepy guy that likes to grab women. what the fuck dude?“ „yeah well, maybe she doesn’t meet him, she won’t wander around the woods like you two.“

„dude.“ i mutter.

where’s the empathy?

Jacob takes a swing but i push against his chest before he could hit Ryan.

„dude.“ i give him a mean look.

where’s the team work?

„He’s trying to piss me off.“ „We’re in a real mess here guys. you’re acting like pricks. both of you.“ Kaitlyn argues.

„yeah. we’re a team.“ i pull Jacob back even further.

„i want to go to the lodge.“ i say to Kaitlyn and she nods in approvement. „we have a gun, so we should be safer than…i dunno.“ Jacob fumbles.

„alright,“ Kaitlyn ignored his comment, „Jacob, can you carry him from here to…the lodge?“

„yeah no. my back’s fucked,“ he winches and i grab his arm in concern.

„okay…“

Ryan holds up his hand, „i have an idea.“

21:43

we were back at the lodge, Abigail most concerned about Nick while i looked out for Jacob’s back and was trying to understand Nick’s accident.

„They were attacked by an animal? that? did an animal?“

what kinda animal-

„eh yeah, Abigail said maybe a bear.“ Kaitlyn says while assisting Nick.

„fuck…that was not a bear.“

a bear would swipe once, not bite into his leg like a…dog.

„what else should it be?“ Jacob asks while watching.

„i know my animals.“ i retort and he doesn’t say anything.

„i’m not leaving your side that’s for sure.“ he mutters.

„alright, Abi to the nurse's office, i’ll get something eat…“ „i’ll help Abi with cleaning up…and we need to clean you up too.“ i say to Jacob and he huffs.

inside the nurses office Jacob helps Nick onto the spreader and sits down next to him.

„okay, shirt off.“ i motion Jacob and he grins up at me.

„i always wanted you to say that to me.“

„Jacob…“ Nick groans annoyed, „yeah not the time.“ i assert and he swallows and takes off his shirts while Abi works on Nick’s leg.

i bite my lip while watching Jacob twist and he raises his brows at me.

„should we…take this off?“ i ask about the red stuff to distract him.

„that guy said it helps…“ i mutter to myself. „that guy that flung you around like a rag doll.“ he interjects.

„Jacob…he didn’t hurt either of us. maybe those traps weren’t even by him. maybe…i don’t know. i won’t take it off. it’s not burning our skin off so…“

„yeah i dunno.“

„let me look at your back.“

„dominant…“ he teases.

i squint and he huffs a laugh while turning his back to me.

there were a lot of small cuts, most of them bleeding but nothing mayor.

thank god.

i still grab a rag and dunk it into the clear water abigail brought to clean him up.

„okay…i think you’re good. somewhat.“

he scoffs laughing and puts his shirts back on.

Abi was still cleaning up Nick’s face. „can we help?“

„no…you could search for food.“ Abi says, concentrating.

„I’m so hungry…“ Nick winches and i give him a concerned look.

he did not look good.

„yeah…we will…do that…“ Jacob grabs my hand and drags me with him outside. „what was that?“

„nothing.“ „do not tell you are still jealous of a dying man?“

„He’s not dying, hunny.“

„hunny? and yes, but still. he’s injured and clearly with Abi, did you see how he watched her?“ „no…i was watching…you…“ he stutters; i roll my eyes and drag him to the kitchen with me.

„don’t go in the freezer, „he suddenly says, „that’s for sure the accidental death spot.“

„alright. alright…i still have to find food…can you help?“

„uh right.“ he opens all the cabinets and reaches the highest ones after i couldn’t get them.

„maybe Nick should have told us how this shit is organised…“

„Did you find something?“ Abi suddenly asks behind us. „damnit, you scared us to death.“

„sorry.“ she smiles timidly and looks through the fridge.

„wait Abi. tell me what happened.“ i say and she sighs.

„it happened so fast. Nick was jumped by something big and lanky. and then…i tried to help but the thing jumped me and i ran away and then i came to Ryan and Kaitlyn and Ryan ran to Nick and yeah…it’s pretty much just a blur.“

„okay…“

not really helpful but at least not the dude from the woods.

„are you okay?“

„it didn’t bite me.“

„good.“

my mind was still hung up on the wound. it looked like a dog bite but so much more powerful…

was it a wolf?

one lone wolf that never howled during the two month we were here?

Abi sighs and takes off her backpack to get into one of the floor cabinets but comes out empty handed.

„i should go back. even without food. i don’t want to leave him alone.“ „sure.“ Jacob says immediately.

„but one question…did i catch you making out yesterday?“

„no. we were…fighting?“ i answer and he gives me a weird look. „we weren’t fighting.“

„you were interrogating me.“

Abi giggles and walks away.

Jacob comes towards me and i jump onto the counter to evade him.

„we still have a conversation to finish.“

at that second the lights went off.

„fuck.“ i grab onto his arms and he looks towards the door.

„maybe…Mr H. has the electricity automated?“ Jacob asks. „yeah. hopefully.“

„anyways,“ he leans into my face, „where were we?“

my heart started racing.

he looked stupidly good up close.

„i dunno.“

„you know.“

„no.“ i shrug and he sighs.

„please.“

„alright alright…ugh.“ i lean my head back and look at the ceiling.

Jacob put his hand on my mouth and i frown. „shh.“ he points to the ceiling.

thumping.

„fuck,“ i mutter under his hand.

„where are the others?“

„in the nurse's’.“

„we should stay here.“

„should we? we need to warn Kaitlyn.“ „she’s smart, she heard it too.“ Jacob says, let's his hand fall and i sigh.

„we three need to stay together. i won’t lose her to some animal or a blood throwing weirdo.“ „yeah….me neither…“

there could be a door opening heard on the other side of the house. „that’s Kaitlyn for sure.“

i push him away and jump off the counter, to the door and peek out.

there she was. with the gun. „okay she has a gun, she’s the safest of us all. she will look…and we can wait here. for her backup. i guess.“

Jacob puts his hand on my back and i watch.

after some commotion Kaitlyn falls down the stairs and the dude walks up to her, but she already has blood on her face just like us.

„okay she’s also bloody…and she ran away. good for her.“

the man listened to his walkie-talkie and then walked away.

„what should we do?“ „nothing. he didn’t hurt her,“ i whisper but the bad feeling in my stomach doesn’t go away, „ugh…i hate this.“ „yeah…that wasn’t the plan…“

„right. your plan…“

Kaitlyn told me…

„fuck the guy’s back…“ and the thought was gone again.

„where is he going?“ „i dunno.“ i whisper.

he walks out the front door, shutting it behind him.

„okay…he’s gone. let’s go back to the others.“

now Jacob walks in front, but stops once we arrive at the office.

„they’re gone.“ „what?“

„dude…they’re just…gone.“

i try to push myself in front of him but he holds me back.

„i go front.“

i swallow but stay behind him while he edges into the room.

they were really gone.

„where could they be gone to?“

„…i dunno…“

„fuck.“ i cry out and fall down on the chair.

they could be everywhere. there’s a feral dog outside biting people and weird men.

„we should just stay here. like…Mr…H. originally told us to.“

„right…“ i sigh. „this is such a shit show. why the fuck did the van…Jacob.“ i remember.

„huh?“ he turns around with a smile but it falls when he sees my expression.

„Kaiti told me what you thought about…right before the van broke down.“

he swallows.

„yeah…“ „did you…sabotage your own van?“

i clench my teeth.

„uh.“ he closes his mouth again and gives me a small smile. with panicked eyes.

„Jacob…“

„i mean what if i did? i- i never thought it would end like this.“ he whisper-yells.

„this isn’t the end dude! Nick is probably going to die. that bite is spreading, the wood creeper is coming back for sure, who knows when the van’s going to work again and when Mr H. coming back. you- ugh!“

i throw my hands up in the air.

„i- i can make it work again, i still have the…“ he digs through his pockets, „i…i think i do anyways...“ „Jacob…“

„wait. wait. i had it.“

„what the fuck did you have?“

„the…thing. the rotor arm.“

„the rotor arm?! so you fucked the van up!“ he exhales and swallows, „i- i guess. but i didn’t mean for all of this to happen!“

i cradle my head in my hands, „Jacob…i- ugh. why?“

„be-because i wanted us to stay a day longer. you were…weird and Kaiti was mean- and- yeah.“ he sighs and tears start to trickle up.

„but i’m always weird and Kaiti is always mad, what the fuck Jake…“

„no- you weren’t. you- weren’t even looking at me…i- i’m sorry…“

„yeah…well…fuck! god damnit Jacob.“

„but- we’re okay, it’s like not that bad.“

„Jacob, the others aren’t, we do not know what’s going on with them. maybe they’re all already strung up like you by the wood guy. Who fucking knows!“

„hey, you said that guy was friendly.“

„yeah. maybe. i don’t know Jacob. i’m not the almighty what so ever. god fuck. we could be home,“ i grab onto his shirt, „we could be fucking home…“

„but…we would have never kissed…“

i sigh and lean my head against his chest.

„is our relationship worth the maybe death of our friends? even if it’s the guy you have a rivalry with?“

„no…fuck i’m sorry. if i could reverse it i would.“ his voice grows panicked.

„yeah. i know.“ i look up at him, „well. we can’t change it anymore. i…we shouldn’t tell anyone you did it, i’m sure they’re aren’t as lenient as i am…apparently.“

„so you’re not…mad?“ „yes i am Jacob! but being mad doesn’t help right now. we need to wait until the morning…“ i hiss.

„should we…get somewhere safer than here?“

„probably.“ i sigh, „close the window.“

„another one in library is also open.“

„okay.“ he takes my hand after he shuts the window, „let’s go.“

22:40

„fucking Ryan took the keys.“

„no i think Kaitlyn took them, i saw them throwing them around.“

„still. fucking Ryan.“

„jacob…“

„sorry. sorry.“

„where is the safest place in this stupid house?“ i ask myself.

in the dark it gave me the creeps.

behind every corner could be a monster…

„maybe…the kitchen…we could…lock them inside the freezer.“

i sigh once again.

„yeah, better than nothing i guess.“

i closed the blinds once we were inside and Jacob locked the door with the bolts.

„Okay…and now we wait.“ i lean against the wall.

„we could…talk…“

my bones were tingling with rage but then i see how sorry Jacob looks.

„I’m sorry to say it, but that decision was the stupidest thing you ever did. i know you won’t agree, but we would have been fine just driving home. i would have talked to you after some time and Kaitlyn would have tried her hardest to make us kiss even at home or in college. she said she knew it since we were in kindergarten. so yeah. we would have been fine. now i don’t know if we will be fine. i don’t know. what if the police comes and you get shit for…i don’t know.“

„busting my own car? come on.“

„jacob.“

„yeah…i know. you’re worried…about me…“ he smiles to himself and i hit my head against the wall.

this stupid mother-

„Jacob really? are you- of course i worry. about all of us. i don’t know what’s going on, our friends are gone. some rabid animal is running around and biting people. we’re locked in a fucking kitchen…what time is it?“

Jacob took out his phone.

„fuck…it’s broken.“

„from your fall huh?“

„yeah…“

i whine in exhaustion.

„i…really shouldn’t have run off. i regret that probably the most. because then you wouldn’t have…got a fucked back.“

he laughs quietly, „yeah. i think i regret more. i’m really sorry.“

„it’s…not okay…but hey. it will pass. i hope.“

he hangs his head and starts sniffing again.

just like me.

i slide down the wall and close my eyes.

listening to him cry.

„Jakey.“

„yes?“

„come here.“ i open my arms and sit completely down on the floor.

„i’m tired…just tired.“

„yeah…me- me too.“ he crouches down in front of me and crawls into my arms.

„i’m so stupid. stupid. stupid. stupid.“

„no you’re not Jacob…nobody could have predicted we would end up like this.“ „yeah but we could have drank inside the lodge. maybe nothing would have happened then…animals can’t get inside here right?“

„i…don’t know…i just don’t know…“

Jacob sighs and grips my waist tighter.

„let’s just wait. we can’t do anything else i guess…but you’re not stupid. i don’t think you’re stupid…to be honest someone stupid most likely would have forced me to confess by locking me in the van or something.“ i start stroking his hair instinctively, „and dude. you have a scholarship. smart people don’t have that.“

„Kaitlyn’s smart.“ i laugh. „Kaitlyn’s Kaitlyn. you’re you. Smartness isn’t universal…ugh.“

i stop moving my hand, „your parents really fucked you up huh?“

he scoffs into my chest, „yeah dude…“

„hey…i love your parents, i really do…but some stuff. no. it’s good that we’re going to college..“ „we are?“

„of course, we’re going to college. who cares what happens here. you, me and Kaiti are going to get out of it…and college students are really fucking smart. like the academically smart. there are more versions…you know.“

he hums, and i continue rambling, „Dylan and Emma are socially smart…Kaitlyn is situationally smart, like a leader…Ryan is morally smart. Abi is creatively smart. Nick’s factually smart.“

„and i am?“

„situationally smart. i watched you play. i’ve watched you play for years. you’re a genius on the field…and you’re a genius when it comes to jokes.“

he laughs, „you too.“

„i try…“

„you’re compassionate smart. you know who’s nice and who’s not. here and back home…i mean you never really told me…but uh…that’s why you dropped out of cheering right?“

i swallow; he was a little right.

„They were not nice…but i dropped out because of one girl specifically…because…ugh.“

„feelings?“ „yeah.“ i laugh and shake my head. „i’m sometimes stupid. but no right, i’ll tell you the story.“

„you’re not stupid.“

„thank you.“ i start stroking his hair again.

„so, the story. uh…did you ever talk to a Mia in high school?“

„no, i don’t think so…uh- should i?“

„NO. uh no.“

„jealous huh?“

„Okay Jakey-poo you’re jealous of a rabies-man.“

he scoffs, „tell the story.“

i laugh and continue, „Mia was a cheerleader as well and…she had her eyes on you. which i…did not like.“

„you still don’t like.“ he corrected me.

„Alright i still don’t like, don’t interrupt the story teller that’s Hackerteers rule number…seven.“

„Okay hun.“ he mocks me and i pulls his hair for a second to shut him up.

„kinky.“

„you…we are not that far yet.“

„alright, alright…“ he laughs to himself.

„but yeah, she basically harassed me so i give you her number and spill any secret you have. and i didn’t want to…i thought i was just loyal back then but i think…it was because i’ve been liking you for a very long time…“ „You do?“ he peaked up. „yes, i do Jacob.“ he suddenly hugs me and kisses me again.

i don’t know if i’ll ever get over how good it feels to kiss him. „God damnit why are you so...?“ i ask when he leans back again.

„I could ask you the same thing…“

„smooth.“ „hey…“ he pouts and i smile again.

„so you were jealous of Mia…who i didn’t even know existed.“

„shut up…“, i sigh, how embarrassing…wait…says the right one…

„you fucking pretended like you hooked up with that army girl because you thought i would go to ‚bone town‘ with some racist piece of shit.“

he groans, „uh- yeah. i…was maybe jealous.“

„Just maybe?“ i look down at him and he scrunches his face.

„maybe a lot…“

„that’s why you wanted to kill him huh?“

„no. well…also because of that. but more because of his shit mouth.“

i hum.

„that seems like forever away.“

„i mean…it kinda is.“

i laugh, „true…fuck i hope Kaiti is okay.“

he hums and tugs me closed.

A/N: Summer's over and everyone swears like a sailor now, didn't realise it was that bad before i proofread it whoops. Also a lot noncanon stuff, but hey we need to pass time while the others pass all their quicktime events. or will they...?

#jacob custos #jacob custos fanfic #jacob custos imagines #jacob the quarry #idk how to tag stuff

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