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tan1shere · 6 months

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Ellie Williams x female reader !

A/n: Ellie Williams x sick stubborn reader !! Thought this would be cute because sometimes I don't like to admit when I'm getting sick as I hate it so much. Especially when something exciting is coming up- but anyways I won't blab any longer, enjoy the story beautiful people <3

Summary: you were slowly developing a cold but you were incredibly stubborn and kept saying you were fine, but the freezing winter was only making it worse, Ellie had to make you stay home so it would get better.

Warnings: fear of puking (I sadly suffer from it- and yes I can't remember what the name is 😃.) Just ellie being a sweetheart:( fluffyness !!

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It was a cold winters day in Jackson. Snow drizzling every so often. You and Ellie were currently out on patrol at some random building. Night was beginning to come, and you and her were on your way back. "It's so cold out." You mention, hugging your jacket close to you. Ellie looks at you. "Babe, you should wear more layers." She speaks going to wrap an arm around your shoulder. You sink into her touch keeping more warm. "Im fineee." She lets out a hum. "I heard you coughing back there." You go to push her gently away from you. "I had a tickle in my throat big deal." You let out a small laugh, but she gets serious. "Well it is getting cold out I'd hate for you to get si-" "I'm fine Ellie I promise." That didn't seem too believable. As you approached the gates to the small town you lived in, you and Ellie split ways eventually. Going to your little home and flopping on your bed, getting under the covers wanting to sleep as you were exhausted from your long day.

The next day rolled around but you were glued to your bed, you knew you had to get up. Letting out a groan, opening one eye ever so slightly. You look out your window gazing at the falling snow. "So tired." You figured it was from your big day yesterday, but you were definitely wrong. Sitting up almost immediately as you begin to have a coughing fit. Just like you began to have yesterday. Weird. Once it slowly died down you look around, feeling a tad faint. When all of a sudden there was a knock at your door. "Baby, you up? It's almost 9, you've slept for awhile." You shake your head out of your small daydream and get up, going over to your door and opening it. You look at Ellie but she widens her eyes. "What?" You were confused by it. "You look incredibly pale." She had worry in her tone, coming inside and shutting the door. "I'm probably just cold Elli-" That was cut short when you felt a soft and cold hand on your forehead. "Uh uh you're burning up." This made you even more confused. I mean, you did feel a bit off. But you had so much to do today, you couldn't take a break or anything.

After all it was probably nothing... right? "Ok, well I'll be ready in a second." Which earns a shake of her head. "Ellie-" "you're so stuck in your ways huh? You're clearly sick." You roll your eyes. "I am not sick, I swear." Once again this woman believes nothing that's coming out of your mouth. "You're full of shit you know that." You attempt to ignore her and head outside anyways, but she instantly blocks the door. "Let me out." "Nope." You huff. "I told you I'm not-" you couldn't even finish that argument because you start coughing like a crazy person. "You were saying?" Letting out a long groan you get back on your bed. You just wanted to go out, you loved doing your little jobs, and the snow. It bummed you out when you were sick. But you were really glad that Ellie was the type to not take no for an answer. Because after a few minutes had passed you were getting worse.

You only wanted to get some water for that pesky scratch in your throat, while Ellie was reading something on your nightstand, laying in your bed. Her attention turns to you as she notices you gripping the sink in the small kitchen you had. "Baby?" You don't reply trying to calm your aching skull. "Hey, everything alright?" She asks again, more concerned. "I just got really dizzy.." You sigh out, trying to stand properly. Ellie gets up going over to you. "Why don't you go lay down and rest, I'll get you these things ok?" You want to nod but knowing your head is pounding you settle for an 'mhmmm' She watches as you take your drink going to walk close behind you, making sure you don't get too light headed. This is when Ellie goes full protective girlfriend mode. She makes you lay down under the covers, wanting you to have as much comfort as possible. "Are you too warm or cold?" You ponder her question. "I'm quite cold." She begins to bundle you up in the blankets, making sure you're warm enough but not to the point of overheating.

Next she will dampen a cold cloth to put on your burning forehead, in hopes it'll ease your growing temperature. "Have you got a thermometer anywhere." You didn't find it as necessary but she still wouldn't take no for an answer. "Probably in the first aid kit in the bathroom." You'd respond. She goes to grab it, coming back over to you. "Mouth open, tongue up." You give her a look. "Ellie come on-" "I need to see exactly what you're at." She'd reply. "You're ridiculous." But you do as she said, feeling the cool glass hit your tongue, keeping it there for however long it needed to be. She takes it out looking at it. "Maybe we should get Maria or Joel- this is concerning." You put a hand on hers. "Baby, I promise you this is all ok, I'll be fine." But you keep proving your points wrong when suddenly you sneeze randomly. She gives you a 'I'm literally right' sort of look. Resulting in you just shaking your head, leaning back against your bed.

You got to admit tho, you wanted to stay strong for Ellie, but you were quite scared. Yes you hated being sick, colds, stuffyness. But one thing you dreaded the most was puking. As the day went on you were convinced it was just a runny nosed cold. When you felt a hurling ache in your lower stomach. Which soon started progressing higher, making that watery feeling arise. You swallow getting really worried. You avert your eyes to Ellie who was folding some of your clothes. She had been doing little things around your home all day to help you out. You try so incredibly hard not to let this feeling out, but your anxiety increases as the feeling does too. "E-ellie." You try to get out worried if you open your mouth in the slightest something might erupt. Your hand makes its way underneath your breasts. Rubbing circles, hoping the horrid feeling will just fuck off. "Yeah my girl?" She softly replies. But you don't think you can answer. You need to get the message across but you're so scared.

She whips her head around to look at you, seeing your skin getting even more pale and noticing your actions. Her eyes widen as she soon realizes. Ellie knew your fear, ever since the first time you puked infront of her she hated the gut wrenching cry of pain you let out once you had, your tears hurting everything inside of her. Stopping what she was doing she makes her way over to you, sitting on the bed. "Hey, look at me baby." Her tone was still as soft as anything. "I'm scared." You blurt out. "I know, I know. But maybe you need to. Get out all of those icky bugs inside you." You were instant to shaking your head. "You don't need to be scared I'm right here. I promise." She speaks, holding your hand. You let go of a shaky breath, taking in her gentle words. "Let me get the bowl ok?" She gets up going to do just that, bringing it over to you. It took a few seconds for you to just give into the thing you were dreading, holding it back. Once you do she was quick to putting your hair back and out of your face.

Putting it in a small bun, knowing this wasn't the last time you'd be puking that day. Not long after she hears your soft cries, and that gut wrenching sound of absolute pain. "Ellie." You make a disgusted face, tasting the horribleness. "I know my baby, I know." She gives you a small frown, wanting to take all this pain away from you. "Everything hurts." She rubs a soothing hand on your head moving to set the bowl down and clean it out soon. "I'm sorry Els." But she shakes her head. "You can't help being sick angel, just hurts to hear your cries and pains." You nod. "I hate it." "Me too darling. Being sick is the worst." There was a small silence. "Want me to lay with you precious girl?" Your heart melted at how caring this woman was. "You've done so much for me today- I really don't want to get you sick-" But she puts a finger on your mouth shhing you. "Don't be silly babe, I'd rather get sick then leave you here all by yourself. That's horrible to even think about." She goes to get into bed with you. Immediately you snuggle close to her. "Thank you." She smiles. "No need to thank me love, I'm always here for you." You let a smile spread across your face feeling exhausted. "Why don't you have a little nap and then we can try to get you to drink something when you wake up." And you couldn't agree more to that nap. Sleeping almost instantly.

#elliewilliams #ellie the last of us #ellie tlou #ellie williams #ellie x fem reader #ellie x reader

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mwahs-stuff · 2 months

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haiii!!! I hope you day or night is going well!! But I was wondering if you can do maybe an actor!dazai with singer!reader and they have a fake relationship? 😋😋

(Off topic but I’ve been loving your posts!! They’re such a joy to read!!!)

I love this. yes, of course. and thank you, sm dear. I'm glad you enjoy my posts<3

cw: womanizer dazai, super fluffy (no smut, sorry if that's what you wanted, but I'm absolutely down for a part two). confusing plot tbh, idk what else!

⋆｡°✩⋆｡°✩⋆｡°✩⋆｡°✩⋆｡°✩⋆｡°✩⋆｡°✩⋆｡°✩⋆｡°✩⋆｡☪"I don't like anyone better than you, it's true" ☪

dazai osamu. a name that can make fangirls eyes light up. he was known for his acting, how sly he was on and off camera and that stupid smile of his. you've been in the music game for a while now so you've met him here and there, you quickly realized he's an actor on and off screen so you made your mind up about him quickly. you didn't like him. so that's why you're pissed to hear that you'll be posing as a couple for a few weeks. another stupid publicity stunt pulled by your producer.

"you'll be meeting for coffee tomorrow." your producer spoke, making you roll your eyes and take another drag of your cig. "got it." you murmured. "this is serious (name). you both need to get to know each other. dazai's producer is a good friend of mine. he's too well known as a womanizer, and he needs to settle down for a bit. you both need to convincingly show that you know each other well. so get to know him! it'll be good for you too sweetheart" you huffed a bit and nodded. "okay, I got it. tell him not to be late." you spoke in an annoyed tone as your producer headed out.

the next day, you heard a knock on the door, and after a moment, your producer brought in no other than dazai osamu. "I figured you can have coffee at your place, more comfortable, ya know?" your producer spoke with no care as they headed off. .."I guess," you gritted out. great. not only will you have to talk to him. you have to make coffee, not a hard task, but it annoyed you. dazai didn't seem to mind this whole thing. In fact, he stood there with a smirk. you rolled your eyes. "cmon on in dazai." you spoke in annoyance as you led him to the kitchen. "call me osamu. we'll be dating after all." you rolled your eyes once again, something you seem to be doing more often cause of this. "fine, osamu." you said through gritted teeth as you sat on the counter and started to heat up some coffee. he stood on the side. your producer had given you a list of questions to memorize to get to know him. seems he got the same list because at the same time, you both asked, "what's your favorite color?" you scoffed slightly. "guess you got the same list.. alright, we'll have to look convincing, and this can't look like some hook up, so we'll say we've been dating for.. hmmm, let's say three weeks so far? I'll go to some events with you and you can come to some of my shows. coming up in october, I have a tour so we can stage a break up then. so there we go. you get a relationship so your fans don't think your a man-whore and I guess I get to say I have a boyfriend." you spoke quickly and sternly. you rolled your eyes at the last part. you weren't getting much out of this. dazai's eyes seemed to widen a bit at how simple you wanted to make this. "woah woah woah.. slow down." he walked closer to you till he was standing in front of you. "and what if I actually wanted to get to know you?" ..you were slight caught of guard.. you couldn't help but feel your face heat up. yea no snap out of it. he's just some womanizer and a fake all around. "not a chance."

it's been a few weeks since then. you've gotten used to going in public to get pictures of you guys together, going to his red carpet walks, him being at your shows, pretending to be all sweet in public.. you've honestly grown quite used to him. he actually wasn't as much of a fake as you thought. he could be quite genuine when he wanted to show it. this was one of those times. you were freaked out. dazai was in your backstage room as you smoked a cigarette and tapped your foot fast. it was a big show, a lot of people.. you'd be lying if you said your heart wasn't racing. dazai had stepped behind you as you looked out the balcony smoking the cigarette. you weren't showing all the signs you were nervous, but dazai could hear your foot tapping and the way you bit your bottom lip and how quickly you were blinking. he paid attention. as he stood behind you, he brought his hand to your hips. he snaked his other hand around you to take the cigarette out of your mouth. "this won't help with how you're feeling, you know that, right?" you rolled your eyes. "there's no cameras, so stop touching." you muttered, but you couldn't hide how your face heated up from the touch. instead of replying, he rubbed soft circles in your hip. you leaned into the touch unconsciously. "you're going to do great. you have to know that you're going to be great out there." he whispered against your ear, sending shivers down your spine. you were at a loss of words as his hands moved to your waist and rubbed softly. you felt yourself calm down a bit.. he held you like that for a few minutes, telling you how he knew you were going to do well. until you had to go onstage.

you did indeed do well.. after what felt like all night, you tiredly made your way back to your backstage room and laid down on the bed. after a few minutes, dazai came in and laid on the bed next to you. you turned to him. "...thank you." you whispered to him. "no need to thank me.. that was all you pretty girl.." you felt your face heat up once again. you didn't realize how close his face was to yours until he said that. you reached out and ran your fingers softly over his face. "you're a lot more than what I thought of you.." you whispered before planting a soft kiss on his lips.

(I rlly like this.. I kinda wanna do a part two.. should i?? also I suck!! so sorry if this plot doesn't make sense)

#dazai x reader #bungo stray dogs #bsd x reader #bsd dazai #bsd fandom #dazai osamu smut #dazai x reader smut #dazai smut #dazai osamu #bsd smut

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the-crows-typist · 9 days

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Time to get back into things

(Hi everyone, it's me! And it's been a really long time since I've touched this place. Still, I hope to continue what I started even though 2 years had passed since. Without further ado, hope you all enjoy!)

Wordcount: 700

A Little Story For You

Back then, Jamil didn't feel that it was likely he would wake up next to someone, yet here he was. His eyes scan the person before him, face half buried in the heavy blanket they shared and lashes long and curling naturally. The prefect of the once defunct Ramshackle dorm became an unlikely partner to Jamil, one he didn't expect to ever bear his heart to. His firm fingers reach out, tracing the skin of their cheek and near their eye. The prefect saw him at his worst, heard him at his lowest and felt him when he allowed the darkness of his heart to consume him. His thumb brushes their brow and he lets out a huff when they make a sound, stirring awake.

“Good morning.” He whispers.

Those hands of theirs, ones that never felt the hardships he did held onto him so tightly that he could still feel the marks of their nails on his palms. His gaze meets their moonstone eyes, opening blearily and searching for clarity. That gentle gaze held the desperate hope that pulled him out of his blot, the murmurs those lips screamed his name.

“You may not value my life!” They screamed, their body dirtied by broken marble and powdered cement, hands pulling at him in a desperate attempt to pull him out of the sand that threatened to swallow him whole. The blot sticks to them like tar, tainting them with its heavy poison, entering their veins like snake's venom.

“But I still value yours!” Those words shook Jamil's core, how someone was able to be so compassionate despite the treatment they faced. Despite the betrayal, the wounds, and the fact he was willing to hurt them just because his heart yearned for freedom.

“Jamil!”

“...Jamil?”

He blinks, their eyes beginning to shine once they come to. He huffs a laugh, pressing his forehead against theirs and their hands cupping both of his cheeks. “Yeah, it's me.” He says and the prefect makes a contented hum. “Mmn. Today's your special day.” They say, curling into his touch. “I wanna spend it with you but…”

“But?”

“Bed's too comfy.” They murmur. “Need more sleep.”

“C'mon, spending all day in bed is boring.” He lightly collides their foreheads together but not in the way that it hurt. “But…sleeping in does sounds nice.” The prefect lets out a tired but victorious laugh and assumes their next sleeping position. “Hyu-hyu-! ‘Told ya so.”

Jamil was morning person, at least that's what his aching back was telling him. He sat by his mirror, twirling his magical pen to get his hair into a decent look.

“Hey Jamil, Ortho from Ignihyde is here to see you.” Said one of his juniors, popping his head into his bedroom. Jamil pauses, thoughts searching.

“Ortho? Ah, right. Let him in.”

Not soon after, the little android boy from Ignihyde floats all excitedly. “Jamil Viper, happy Birthday once again!" He says, moving towards him with a box in his hand. "Are you ready for part 2-Oh! did I come in at the wrong time?" He spies the prefect still sound asleep on Jamil's bed, their hand out peaking out of the blanket.

"No, it's fine. I'm just letting them be for now." He reaches out, intertwining his fingers with theirs and squeezing it. "You said something about a part 2?"

"Yes! I did some analysis and surveying and managed to pinpoint what you really wanted for your birthday! And it's specially made by my big brother." Ortho pounds his chest with pride. Jamil lets out a small, amused laugh and takes the box. It definitely was not a commercial grade refrigerator but he'll take what he can get.

"Thanks Ortho." Jamil says and opens up his gift. The small, compact 3-way mirror was exactly what he needed. "You've got good timing too. I needed something like this right about now."

"Hehe, I'm glad you found good use for it so quickly!"

The prefect stirs, their body moving as the noise rouses them from their sleep. Jamil smiles at them before looking back at Ortho. "We should move this to another room. But tell me, what else can your big brother do?"

#works from the typewriter #twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #jamil viper x reader #ortho shroud #holy crap i havent touched this in ages #how to tags work again #help #but srsly i really wanna get back into this #jamil viper #twst x reader

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bokutosbiceps · 9 months

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sakura blossoms (pt 2)

monkey d luffy x afab!reader | fluff | ~1k words

warnings: none !! pls enjoy 😁

a/n: this is pt 2 to the sakura blossoms series !! i will be posting pt 3, which is full of smutty smut, in an hour !! 😁

click here for pt 1 !!

click here for pt 3 !!

18+ MDNI

luffy’s heart is racing, it's gone around the earth twenty times and now it's shooting for the moon and landing amongst the stars.

he can't believe you're laughing at him. or laughing with him, hopefully. he honestly doesn't care what's making you laugh, as long as it's him. he wants to make you laugh like this forever.

“what'd you say?” you giggle, covering your mouth with your kimono sleeve. luffy finds himself subconsciously slightly bending to the side to keep your lips in his line of sight.

“sing like that again—for me.” he demands.

you're laughing again. he's delighted.

“what's so funny?” luffy can't help but chuckle himself, lips parting to make way for a gummy smile.

“i've just…never been asked for an encore!” you smile at him. “i'm glad you liked my singing…?” you pause, realizing you don't know this cute stranger’s name.

but somehow it feels like you've known this man with a strawhat hanging off of his neck for your entire life.

“oh! sorry!” luffy becomes extremely aware that he's staring at you and he's completely forgotten to introduce himself. he remembers learning manners somewhere once. “i'm monkey d luffy! and i'm the man who's gonna become king of the pirates!”

your eyes widen and you take a step forward slightly, feeling an overwhelming amount of gratitude for this stranger—luffy. he's the man who saved your country.

you grab luffy’s hands and hold them to your chest, looking at luffy with admiration sparkling in your eyes.

“you're strawhat luffy, wano’s hero!”

“‘m not a hero. just wanted to help a friend, just wanted your country to have good food for whenever ya want.” luffy feels his face heating up and his palms produce tiny droplets of moisture when you hold him.

you giggle at his indignance and step back, keeping his hands enclosed in yours.

“i'm still grateful! so, of course, i'll sing for you and your crew.” you beam at him and luffy’s heart soars. “i'm y/n, by the way.”

“not my crew.” luffy shakes his head. “just me.” he says firmly, a smirk hiding in the corner of his lips.

your eyebrows twitch in confusion, but you don't question him. instead, you take this time to really look at him.

he has caramel colored skin, sun kissed on top of that, with fluffy black hair and a scar under his left eye. the strawhat, still hanging from his neck, seems like it's seen better days. but maybe not. wide chocolate eyes are staring into your own and his smile is all teeth and gums.

he’s radiant.

luffy then turns both of his hands outward, so that he's grabbing yours now, and he's pulling you.

“c’mon, we'll go somewhere else so you can sing for me!”

❀。• *₊°。 ❀°。

you never end up singing for monkey d luffy.

he took you across a barren wasteland filled with beasts, one he promised wouldn't be barren anymore, then through a jungle in which a river flowed. he told you how that same river had made his friend sick after she'd given him her last portion of rice, and that's how he knew he had to help.

you end up in a small shack strewn up in the trees, and the conversations continue. luffy wove his story and you wove yours, working until the fibers of each were about to intertwine.

you've never felt so comfortable so fast with anyone, let alone a man. but luffy’s youthful exuberance and his ability to make you laugh with his natural honesty made you trust him.

and luffy, he likes you a lot. more than he thought possible. he'd always told himself he'd cast love and feelings and all that aside until he achieved his dream. now, he thinks that having two dreams isn't so bad.

he's curled around you, laying on his side with one leg braced underneath him and the other open on the wood flooring below. you're leaning back on him, his belly providing a hard yet somehow soft cushion for your head.

breaks in the conversation are never awkward. they're filled with little gasps whenever luffy would pinch your side or giggles whenever your fingers would find their way through his hair.

but this break in conversation is different. it’s filled with a long stare on luffy’s part, a nervous glance on yours. luffy’s sharp inhale fills the little cracks.

“you wanna know what i first thought of you?”

you immediately feel nervous. you know luffy is blunt and you know he doesn't really think before he speaks, so you're dreading his next words.

he doesn't wait for you to answer. “i thought you were pretty.”

your heart is encircled in flames of all different colors. “i thought you liked my singing?”

luffy hums, shifting underneath you. you think he's going to pinch you again, but he instead brings his knees up so that they're touching your thighs and he props his head up on his hand to face you.

“yeah! but i thought you were pretty first!” and luffy is smiling again.

“is that why you wanted me to sing for you alone?” you ask, keeping your eyes trained on the ceiling. you can feel luffy still staring at you. he gives an affirmative hum and you feel your heart rate quicken.

“i still haven't sung for you…” you say.

“you don't hafta!” luffy sits up, effectively knocking your head from his abdomen but using his quick reflexes to catch your head and place it in his lap. “i want somethin' else now.”

“and what’s that, luffy?” your eyes glance up to regard the young pirate, who is still cradling your head in his hands while you rest in his lap. he's leaning forward, so close your foreheads are almost touching, and you can feel his ruffled hair tickle your face.

he stares at you for a second or two longer before his lips stretch out into a mischievous grin.

“you ever kiss anyone?”

“kiss?” you say dumbly, feeling your mouth go dry.

“yeah! sanji said that whenever i find someone i like and they like me, i should kiss ‘em!”

you can only blink at him. you have no clue who sanji is, but you're silently thanking him for saying such a thing to luffy.

“so, whaddya say, y/n? you wanna kiss me?”

i'm tagging everyone who commented on pt 1 saying they wanted a pt 2 or rb, also the regulars 😗

#one piece #monkey d luffy x reader #luffy x reader #monkey d luffy #luffy

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miyamoratsumuu · 2 months

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just for tonight

↳ nights with toru by the lake were moments you'd treasure forever. but the feelings you shared that one night were genuine and true. the feelings, that were only for that one night. oikawa toru x fem reader wc: 985 note: it's july 20 for me already !! happy happy birthday toru<3

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"the fresh air always feels so nice here." he whispers beside you. you glance at him, attempting to figure out what was on his mind. because you knew damn well the fresh air wasn't what's bothering him.

the two of you were sitting on the patch of grass in front of your "getaway lake". anytime either of you need a break from the world, you'd find yourselves at that very lake. the place was secluded, with trees that towered high above, and vines wrapping around their trunks. you rarely see anyone else there. the only usual visitors being the old couple that passed by every thursday afternoon.

this wasn't the first time you two sat there together either. the first time was the evening after toru was subbed out for kageyama in a match back at middle school. toru leaned against the tree by the lake as you sat in front of him, listening to his non-stop rant. soon after, toru walked you home as it was beginning to get too late.

when toru found out your first boyfriend dumped you over text, he was furious. but instead of stomping over to the guy, he took you out for ice cream that afternoon. as you enjoyed your cold dessert, your head was on toru's shoulder as the sound of your sniffles were drowned out by him telling you about his day.

the night before your birthday, toru insisted on waiting by the lake until the clock strikes midnight. neither of you were allowed to stay out too late, though. you both know better than to piss off your mothers. even if it was your birthday the next day, you could never escape a scolding from your mom waiting at home.

"you know we can't do that, toru." you let out a breath of laughter.

"but come onnn, it's just this once!" he whined and you instantly gave him a knowing look. he sighed in defeat.

"fine." he grumbled. toru wrapped an arm around your shoulders and pulled you closer to him as you made your way home.

tonight, you both found yourselves at the lake again. it was getting late, and you knew you had to get home. you'll see each other for school tomorrow anyway. but being here with toru was a different feeling than when you see him in the hallways of seijoh. or when he's just about to go on court for a match. hell, it's even better than when he stays the night at your house, insisting it was a necessary sleep over.

it was the place you called yours, after all. you stood up as you began to pat the dirt off your clothes.

"it's getting late, we should-" before you got to finish that thought, you were cut off by toru's voice.

"have I ever told you how much you mean to me?" he gazed at the lake as he spoke nonchalantly. you felt your heart beat faster in your chest. no. he doesn't think of you like that.

noticing your silence, he continued.

"I know I have iwa-chan, the other third years and the team, but..." he paused as he turned his head to look you in the eye.

"I couldn't thank you enough for staying by my side, y'know. you and I both know how stubborn I could get. I'm glad you could put up that." he chuckled as he turned back to look at the luminescent lake.

your heart was pounding by now. you and toru have been friends for years, and never was he this genuine with you. genuine in terms of his feelings, at least. you knew he wasn't the type to say things like that without any meaning or intention behind it too.

you've waited years to hear toru's genuine thoughts about you, as you knew the feelings you had for him all too well.

this is finally the day. you thought. you shook off the familiar feeling in your chest as you sat back down beside him. stifling a smile of excitement, you replied.

"what's gotten into you? since when were you all mushy and sappy?" as much as you wanted to face toru, you didn't want to be too obvious with your assumptions of where this was going. instead, you mimicked his actions, and faced the water.

"I don't know either." from your peripheral vision, you saw him glance at you.

"can I ask for a favor, though?" he finally turned to fully face you. ignoring the heat you felt on your cheeks, you faced him too.

"yeah, of course." he kept his gaze on you as his eyes softened, a gentle smile painted his lips.

"stay here with me. just for tonight. please?" you agreed in a heartbeat. still fully aware of how much trouble you'd be in back at home, you agreed to stay with toru that night.

his smile widened and he pulled you closer to him. you leaned your head on his shoulder as he wrapped an arm around yours.

the next day, after your classes were finished, you made your way over to watch the volleyball team's practice as usual. the only difference today was your increased giddiness to see the team's captain, and the deeper feelings you have for him now.

you were holding a paper bag with milk bread neatly wrapped inside as you entered the gym. your smile dropped as you saw toru introducing the team to a girl. is that his jacket she's wearing?

your giddiness has completely faded away by now. you heard the word "girlfriend" leave his tongue as he wrapped his arm around the girl's shoulders. the same way he wrapped his arm around yours.

she smiled and looked up to meet his eye. he smiled right back at her, pulling her closer to him in a side hug. everything that happened last night really was just a one time thing after all.

#🖇️[ haikyuu ]#🖇️[ drabbles ]#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu drabble #toru oikawa #oikawa toru #oikawa x reader #toru oikawa x reader #oikawa toru x reader #oikawa drabble #toru oikawa x y/n #oikawa toru x y/n #oikawa x y/n #haikyuu angst #oikawa angst

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l0ves1ckf0ol · 2 years

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hiii! could u write a fic where reader and xavier are best friends and one day she notices those scratches on his neck so decides to ask him about it, but he snaps at her and they start fighting, and he says stuff he doesnt mean like he tells her that she's annoying cus she never leaves him alone blahlbah she feels bad then she leaves and after a few days they finally talk again and he apologizes and they kiss 😝

TALK | xavier thorpe x gn!reader

"y/n, please let's talk."

note: ill do you one better anon, theyre in a relationship now.

ever since wednesday addams made an appearance to the school, xavier acted strange. you for sure noticed that he has been hanging out more at the shed rather than with you, was it because of her? you were never the type to be jealous but ever since that girl enrolled this semester you couldn't shake off the feeling of how she unconsciously has a choke hold on your boyfriend.

it's been a couple days since you've visited the shed, there he was working away on a piece of art, hair tied up in a bun, eyebrows knitted together in a frown. he usually enjoys art, this was the first time you've seen him troubled. there was a unique pattern in the shed, supposedly. it appears that he has painted, sketched and created the same creature in different angles. you were beginning to think there's more to the story than wednesday herself. xavier wasn't the type to communicate unless asked to, so you did.

"what are you doing here?" his frown deepened, you hum, folding your arms. "you tell me, mr. thorpe. you haven't answered my calls, texted or even waited for me at the quad so i can walk you here." you told him, the tension rising as he puts his brush down. once he fully turns toward you, the cheep light bulb of the shed illuminates 3 small scars on his neck. you frowned, taking a step forward as you grab his chin to face another way to make the scar more exposed and visible to you. your hand falls to the side, "care to explain?" you ask him, raising an eyebrow. "look y/n, it's no big deal-"

you didn't listen to him at this point, no big deal? he wasn't even spending so much time with you, he was always chasing that interesting new student and now when you try and make things a little more clearer you find scratches on his neck. what part of a no big deal was that.

"xavier. you have been following that pigtailed magnet for trouble, i went here to talk to you about it, and see you've painted the same monster in about 13 artworks, and a scar on your fucking neck. please be honest with me and do not say that it's not a big deal. it is when you ignore your partner and run off in your tiny little shed rather than express your feelings towards me lately- hell you didn't even bother to let me walk you here." you ramble, silencing him in a heartbeat. frustration was evident in your face and xavier looks like he won't back down so fast.

"y/n, i already told you it's not serious. i'm fine. really. just-"

you scoff, the shed shivering and the groand grumbling, a sign of your anger. but you decided that there was a better time to destroy his shed, just not now. you took a deep breath and the rumbling stopped, "you wanna play this game xav? i'll beat you fucking to it." you mutter leaving the shed, slamming the wooden gate behind you, the temptation to let the earth swallow him for you was insane.

for the past few days not only you were avoiding him but also ignoring xavier's texts and calls, like what he was doing to you in the past days before. xavier huffs in frustration as he redialed your phone number for about 30 times now, he wanted to make things right, he misses you. he for sure didn't want to break your relationship just because of a stupid monster haunting his dreams. at the 34th time, you answered. he got up from his bed, "y/n? please let's talk." he mutters to the phone, knowing just how to make you surrender.

"where baby?" you answer, xavier would like to thank the heavens for your voice, he was so glad to hear you, with a sigh of relief he told you to meet him at his dorm.

once you arrived at his dorm, you knocked once and he already opens it. "y/n, i'm so so so so sorry about everything. lots of shit has been happening ever since wednesday arrived and i-i dont want that to ruin what we have." he tells you, his tone so desperate you'd think that your relationship was on thin ice and he was coming to rescue it. you wrap your arms around his shoulder and embraced him, inhaling his scent and hearing him breathe. you wouldn't admit it but you missed him too.

you pull away and you both sat down on his bed, he talks about everything. how wednesday shows up everywhere and how she was suspicious that he might be the creature rather, the- hyde. you listened to him, as the way he talks just makes you feel relieved. his eyes were darting every single corner in the room out of anxiety, so you placed a hand on his, rubbing the back of his palm with your thumb. once he finished, you smile at him. "see? it wasn't that hard was it?" you told him, caressing his cheek with your other hand. you lay down on his bed and he falls next to you, head burying into your shoulder and chest, his arms sneaking their way around your waist, "i missed you so much, i love you." xavier mumbled, you sigh in content, placing a peck on his head, "i love you too." you whisper as he cranes his neck backward to take a look at you, then your lips finally meet his, a warmth made its way in your body, feeling the most satisfactory relieg in human history.

#gn reader #xavier thorpe x reader #xu's fics #xavier thorpe x gn reader #xavier thorpe #wednesday addams netflix #xavier x you

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dameronology · 11 months

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Pls feel free to ignore but can I get some soft protective Obi-Wan? I’m going through it at the moment ❤️❤️😍 So happy to see you emerge!

i am so happy to be back! i hope you feel better soon <3

obi-wan is very understanding that you can look out for yourself and that you don't need his protection, but the minute he thinks you're going to be hurt, he's there no questions asked.

maybe you're in battle together, or you've just come back and you're injured; the poor man is trying to walk the line between showing you he cares and not outing your relationship to the council

so really, his main thing is getting you somewhere private. obi-wan is a strangely good liar, and he's pulling you away from the nurse droids, murmuring something about a fear of medical spaces and really, it would be better if i treated them so we can have a mission debrief

it works. probably because they're droids and they're not programmed to argue about these things. also, why he is panicking about outing your relationship to droids, who are also not programmed to give a fuck about that probably? just realised that as i'm typing. but it seems like the kind of silly thing that would r/whoosh over obi's head so. i'm going to keep it.

anyways, he has you on his bed in seconds, hands roaming all over your arms, whispers of i'm so glad you're okay and where does it hurt? and tell me what you need, my love.

it takes you a second to get your brain in order, mostly because you're probably concussed and the room is spinning, but it's something he deduces quickly.

after babysitting anakin for years, his medicine cabinet is actually better equipped than the jedi infirmary so whatever injury you have, he's got something to help it.

you don't say much whilst he's bandaging you up - you just let him do his work. more for his sake than for yours, because you don't care if you're a bit dizzy for a few days or that your bruises might linger, but he definitely does.

once you're a bit more with it, that's when obi becomes especially affectionate. he just sorta lays there with you, arms around you and holding you to his chest.

that's when you both calm down, just listening to each other's heartbeats and taking comfort in the fact that once again, you made it home safe, and you're both alive and well. alive and mostly well, in your case.

of course, there's a lecture about safety in the morning

but you've come to enjoy those too

#asks #obi-wan x reader #obi-wan kenobi x reader #obi-wan imagine #obi-wan kenobi imagines #obi-wan imagines #obi-wan #obi-wan kenobi #star wars x reader #star wars imagines #star wars fluff #star wars imagine #star wars x you

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my-owl-baby · 9 months

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Chapter Two; New Adventure

Previous chapter; The Lost Lady

Summary: After Dinner Y/n knew she would have to leave to do whatever, she needed to find away to get back home. Uhtred who asked her to come she accepted, the journey to there destination was met with a seer who reveals that Y/n has a secret.

Warnings: killing, mentioned of killing, child abuse, smoking, cussing and harsh language.

Words: 3,911

Taglist; @namelesslosers @dixie-elocin @cemetarybpys

Author note: sorry it took longer then I expected, writing block wasn't pretty have many draft of this chapter since I was very unsatisfied with it but I hope you all enjoy it <3

The sun soon was setting down, you were outside after supper taking a smoke for the day since so much had happened.

It did bother you and you knew something would bad happened if you didn't come along. Or are you just paranoid?

You didn't want to leave, especially the children you grew close too. But staying here wouldn't do you no good to get back to your timeline.

Would your parents be worried? You haven't texted them the last two months since you've been back.

"Lady Y/n?" You snapped out your thoughts looking at the man Uhtred, he passed you a small smile. You didn't though, just a small bow was enough to you.

"The food was delicious, better then I ever had in my life" he chuckled taking a drink of ale from his cup.

"I'm glad" you turn away taking another blow at your cigarette not trying to blow the smoke on the man.

He sat down next to you, still chugging his drink until there was no drop left.

"I thank your Abbess for letting us stay here for the night, it was kind of her even though we look like Danes" he said, you didn't say anything just nodded to his word as you smoke your cigarette.

It was silent for the last few minutes until you opened your mouth.

"So who's the king?"You asked, Uhtred was surprised you didn't know the king of Wessex. You didn't bother to ask, since your history wasn't that good in memory.

You only knew the basics, like timeliness the reasons for things happening and knowing people are greedy and ruthless.

"Alfred is the king of Wessex" he grumbled, telling by his voice he didn't take much found in the king.He wasn't your king, you don't surve no one here just yourself.

"Ah ok" you simply said, step on your cigarette picking it up to flick it somewhere else.

He saw you getting ready to leave, he didn't want you to go without speaking of the matter.

"Wait...I still have one more thing to ask you" He said to you, he stood up. You looked at him waiting for him to asked you what he wanted.

He hesitated, once he met your eyes. They were full of lifeless energy maybe because you were tired.

"You have to go, the king order...he would like to meet the person who saved the nunnery" He stood tall, you looked at Uhtred for a moment before nodding your head.

He took it as a yes, you walked inside the the nunnery.

Your lightly dose of sleep wasn't always good. You had nightmares of events that happened in your life, you weren't excited for those moments in your life.

But ever since you got here, most of your sleeps have been better. Was it because those things no longer exist in this time? Falling to sleep after a few toss and turns until your eyes grow heavy.

"Get up now." Your mother said harshly as she watch you on the ground coughing since she hit you hard on your stomach.

You catch all the air you could before you got up on your feet again. You picked up your wooden kanata that you held in your hands tightly.

"I don't want raise a weak child" she mumble getting in position once more. You did the same, shaking this time your body ache from all the hits you took in you didn't want to know how many bruises were made during this 'training'.

Your father looked from the sidelines, he was the same like your mother wanting you to be stronger then anything but you wanted to live your life to have friends, join in werid clubs.

Now you here trying to beat your mom in the Japanese sword arts. They were making you good at everything.

You fell on the ground again and again even after that, you mom didn't hold back once she would either finish you off with one or two hits three if you were lucky.

"Get up again!" She yelled grew tired of you falling down so much after a couple of hits. You had enough feeling your chest tighten by the emotions you held.

You burst out.

You came at your mother full speed yelling at her, she stopped, dodged you but she was surprised by your out burst.

Once again you fell to the ground, it didn't stop you to get up again.

"That's my girl come on" she smirk, getting in position, you didn't let her do that hitting her hands hardly as you could.

You made your first hit, you made your mother frustrated and back away.

Soon without a thought you felt something hit you again on your ribs.

You woke up gasping for air, you didn't expected that. You groaned laying back down yawning. Looking at the small window seeing it was still night time.

You felt the same pain on your ribs but it was a faintly pain that went away soon.

You stayed in bed wide awake, looking at the ceiling. The air was cold, making you shiver, looking at the small fireplace not lit anymore.

You cover yourself fully with another cover on top. You stayed there with your thoughts not wanting to start the day yet.

You laid there thinking about your dream, would your parents care or notice your gone? You burley had friends only Jon was caring and nice to you.

He understood what you went through, and stood by your side since the first day you both met each other.

You left your bed getting a cold glass of water would help, it always did. Sitting up making your way to the kitchen getting cold water near a ben of full water. You thought about drinking it until you realized your better off without it then getting sick.

You came down for nothing, you grew cold, you didn't have socks since they didn't provide any.

"Fucking hell" you mumble keeping the cover close to you as possible as you started to walk back to your room.

It was silent, you can hear bugs make their sounds between the walls. You hear your own breath, the hot breath from you mouth making it known every time you let out.

"Lady Y/n?" you jump a bit not seeing up head towards you, the voice didn't sound familiar not once. You stayed still now hearing foots steps walking towards you closely.

'Kick him in balls and run' you took a breath as you got ready to kick whoever ass was coming to you.

Once the moonlight shine on them, you realize it was one of Uhtred men. "Ah, it is you" He gave small light smile before he bow a bit.

Your body soften once you realize it was him. You return the bow to him. "I heard you curse, the walls are thiner then a cover" he chuckled, you tired to remember his name but nothing came up.

He took the cover off around him and handded it to you "here a lady like yourself shouldn't be cold" he mumble.

You looked at his hand then at him, shaking your head you couldn't accept it he was being way to kind to you and you burley know them man.

He dress like a monk, dirty brown hair eyes like the soft a clear pond where Lilly pads would flot on.

"It's...it's okay" he said, insisting too he could tell you were cold and he did have much use to the cold weather since he traveled with Uhtred.

"No...no" you mumble walking pass the monk, he stood there surprised you didn't take it he notice how cold you were and still wouldn't take it.

He turned to see your figure leave into the dark, he wonder what he did wrong as he sigh looking at the window to the moonlight sky.

In the morning you decide to cook breakfast for everyone using some of the meat from last night to make something quick.

You were cold shivering from top to bottom the fireplace burley helped you keep warm.

You place the food on the table now the sun was burley coming out, you sigh siting down tired from the nightmare you had from last night.

You were wearing your normal clothes, jeans, sweater, long sleeve and warm socks to help but burley did.

You had your tennis shoes, your gun behind you hiding from your shirt and sweater.

You stayed in your thoughts thinking if the decision you made was right.

"Lady Y/n" you jump a bit looking at whoever called you, it was Abbess, Anne. You gave her a light smile bowing your head lightly a bit.

"You are leaving aren't you" she took the hint from the way you dressed up, like the first time she met you but not covered in blood.

"I am" she pressed a smiled at her trying her best to keep together. She sat down next to you in her regular clothing even if it was clothes she weared a dress.

It was silent for a couple of minutes "I'll be back I promise" you stick out your pinky, she looked at you like you were doing something to her.

"It's a pinky promise" you started to explain to her, that it was something that people did where you were from if you wanted to keep a promise.

The lands where cold, riding on a horse for hours now it was killing your ass that for sure.

"Never road a horse before?" The Irishman said looking at you with a small smirk, you nodded fixing her saddle a bit.

"Not once, but I'm a quick learner so I'll get the hang of it" you mumble looking up ahead, only seeing the sun turn down a bit.

"We'll camp here, bloodhair should be near the village" Uhtred said, they started to set camp up. You stayed close to your horse that was given to you, sitting down on the cold ground near with your bag.

"Finan go check what's happening in the village" Uhtred order him, he glance at you watching you closely before he spoke again.

"Y/n, why don't you go with Finan as well" you looked at him then at the guy who spoke to you not that long ago. You nodded getting up putting your pocket knife near you.

"Shall we" he chuckled, the both of you continued to walk in the woods.

"God, it's in fire" he mumble, you heard running not far tapping Finan shoulder.

"Someone near" he stayed quiet listening, he looked around, pulling out his sword to prepare to kill any one.

Soon, a man fell on the ground. You yawned, tried from today long horse ride, and wanted to get things over with. Finan, on the other hand, pointed his sword at the man.

"Good evening to you" He said with a light smile. The man glance at you then at Finan who held the sword.

"Though I'm pointing a sword at you....I'm friend" he smiled putting the sword away, you looked at him like he was dumb 'all an act?' You shrugged it off.

"Habit" he chuckled notice no one was getting his friendly jokes so he sigh "come with us...then you can tell me all about your village" he said as all three of you started to head to camp.

You heard Finana grumble about something no one having no humor which made you half smile at his mutters.

You heard the man say that Danes came in and started to burn the place down, killing people left to right.

You felt pitty for the man, knowing he lost everything probably his family as well. Uhtred told his men to prepare to fight bloodhair men. "Do you use a sword lady?" You turned to see the same monk from last night.

You looked at him, his voice is gentle enough to like to hear all the time. "I Uh don't use a sword" you mumble, looking away from monk.

"Oh...I thought...you uh sorry" he turned away walking towards a group of men. You thought nothing of it as you continued sharpen your pocket knife.

You stayed in your on zone, not bothering no one time to time Finan would come by tell a joke or two maybe asking where you were from.

"Fucking cold out here" you mumble freezing cold as you hugged yourself, it was getting dark the man stayed feed and taken care of giving us information that was useless in your own ears.

"Why, don't we attack now?" One of Uhtred men suggested, you knew it was bad idea, remember what your caption told you when you suggested something like that.

"No use, they are ready prepare we attack when they won't expect it" your caption said, it was easy knowledge that time now this time, they probably are hungry to kill.

"No, we attack when they least expect it next morning they'll be tired from all the killing they have done" Uhtred spoke sure of himself, everyone followed and you found out Uhtred is wiser then other men if they actually want to live in battle.

"Y/n, what are you good at so you can be of use" he asked, you looked at him then at the other men.

"Bow and arrows, at front combat, distance combat and anything really" you shrugged, Uhtred looked at you impressed with a smirk at front.

"You'll make the first strike, anyway you would like" he said, he is sure you would get it done well.

Any man around you, looked at you with confusion mumbles started to go around saying how he could let a women like yourself take the first kill.

You took it as a sign to leave the area, get the rest of the information in the morning if needed. You sat down near a pound behind a tree, your horse stayed near with your things.

Now that your not at the nunnery surrounded by men, many men. Especially now that your back in time men would be much worser no...they still are the same.

You sigh, spinning around your pocket knife on the ground digging it's own hole. "Mmm...I have chips" you mumble grabing your bag pulling out a bag of chips that haven't been open.

"Ohh, I've been wanting you for awhile" you smiled to yourself, opening them and eating them.

You heard someone coming not even in your fourth chip in, you hid the bag behind you hoping they won't see it.

"Soup?" You saw a bowl of soup right infront of your face. Looking up seeing the same monk from before, you took it without thought.

"Thank you" you said, there was a spoon in the bowl poking out the soup.

"It's made by me, mushroom with a bit of bread as well" he said, held the bread near you taking that as well.

He sat there watching you eat the soup he made waiting for a reaction, it was food first time you had.

"It's good" you told him, he smiled to himself glad he could please you by his cooking.

"I'm Osferth, lady you can call me Osferth" he bow his head a bit towards you, you looked at him as you place the empty bowl on the ground.

You extended your hand out "I'm Y/n L/n just call me Y/n" he nodded looking at your hand before mocking you.

It was silent after that, you looked at the reflection of the moon on the pond. You continued to play with your pocket knife on the ground. Osferth watched you then looked away, every now and then.

"Y/n...there's covers would you like one" he got up on his feet, looking at you. You looked up at Osferth then looked away.

"No...I'll be fine" you mumble, he nodded sitting back down in the same spot.

You didn't know why Osferth is being so nice to you, you didn't even know his name until now.

"Other then Uhtred or Finan, you've been kinder to me" you said, it caught the baby monk off guard.

He looked away feeling his face heat up luckily it was dark "you're welcome...la- I mean Y/n" he struggled, did you have the poor monk in a spell to make him fall for you this much.

Is he interested in you? Every time he saw you he would find an excuse to talk to you like last night or in the evening.

You were too blind to see, maybe too much time in your own mind that you didn't notice Osferth watching you or struggle to talk to you.

You notice it now, so quick? You burley catch the eyes of men but men who are curious to know about such a quiet self kept women like yourself usually only want sex.

"Oye! Baby monk leave the lady alone" Finan yelled, getting the other men's attention. He glance at you, you didn't say anything only a small bow towards him.

"Good night Osferth" he heard your voice, maybe it was in his head but he enjoyed the quietness that you brought around yourself.

"Good night Y/n" he mumble only to himself, wishing you could hear him with that amount of volume of his voice.

Once Osferth left Finan came along laughing "Sorry for the baby monk, he bit of a shy man" he chuckled sitting down closer then what Osferth did.

"He's sweet, I wonder how he ended up here now" you said calmly, putting your knife on the ground next to you.

"He wanted to be a warrior, to fight" Finan said taking a drink of his ale. You didn't know anything of any of the men here not even Uhtred himself.

"Why is that?" You asked, more curious of the reason.

Finan did indeed take long to answer your question "well, he's the king bastard" he simply said.

"Bastard? Like someone the king dislikes?" You questioned further, you didn't know the king didn't like Osferth now you wonder even more.

All Finan did want laugh loudly "what are you on women" he chuckled taking another chug on his ale.

'Nothing what are you on of course' you sigh, still waiting for answer from the Irishman.

"He's the kings child, he had a child with another women who isn't his wife" he explained, he notice you listened closely to understand which you did get the meaning of the word.

"Your accent isn't like the others nor mines" Finan started a bit more calmer then joking around.

"Where are you from?" He asked, now he's the curious one in this conversation now. You didn't know what to say only shrugging was the best answer for you.

"It's hard to speak on that topic" you simply said, you made it sound like your own homeland was burn down which Finan guessed and decided not to push any further.

He continued to talk to you asking you simple things like food or if you ever drank before you both grew tired and fell asleep.

Next morning, you all got more close to the village. It wasn't a hard walk, Uhtred let you use a bow and arrow since you asked for one in the morning.

It wasn't hard to make the first move, you decided to climb up a tree near by the village a good view of the Danes so you can shoot them from a far.

"Here's my stop" you turned to Uhtred, he nodded giving you a small smile. You jump up from the tree without a problem.

"You seem to impress me the more I know you, lady" Finan said with a smile on his face, you only bow at his response before going even higher until you saw a good sight on the Danes.

Osferth was stun by your skills, he wonder what more you could do he wanted to know you but don't have the strength to tell you himself.

Now you waited until one of the men get near Osferth while Uhtred and his men get into their position. You watched them push Osferth to the open, and the baby monk began to walk to the Danes.

You got arrows ready aiming it to the nearest man, who is close to Osferth.

You waited, they got near Osferth one more step and they are dead. You let your arrow go, it went through the man head. Getting another one quickly shotting it at another man.

You only killed three by the time they were all dead, you started to make your way down the tree.

Once you made it near the church you saw a Dane leave, he walked passed you not knowledging your presence.

"Werid" you mumble, you had your knife ready to strike at him watching him leave the village.

You made sure you had everything near you, your bows, gun, knife and arrows before you went inside the church.

"Y/n" Osferth said getting your attention to the others once you step foot in the church, you only bow slightly not saying anything as you examine 'the holy home of God'.

"It is you who are my prisoner now, Uhtred" the random women said, tattoos on her face, messy hair, she dressed like a crazy women you'll see in horror movies.

"I'm glad your safe" You heard Osferth said to you, he passed you a light smile.

"Thank you, I'm glad you are as well" you mumble to him back, Osferth couldn't help but smile to himself as you said that to him.

"Y/n...seize her" Uhtred order, he glance at you, you were confused of the situation you walked into.

You only nodded as you came towards her grabing her arms putting them behind her back.

She looked at you with a smirk, she knew something that the rest of these men didn't know.

"Let go of me you bitch" she hiss only for you to roll your eyes at her keeping your grip tight.

"You wouldn't want me to spill your secret do you?" She threatened you. You didn't believe her as you continued to grab rope to tie her up.

"What is she talking about?" Finan said, you only glance at the Irishman man ignoring his question.

"Yes indeed what am I talking about, Y/n" she is starting to get on your nerves, they believe her to be a witch. You never believe in them not once.

"Shut your mouth, or I'll sew it up" you threatened her, she only laughed didn't believe you. You will do it to her if was necessary.

She continued to talk to Uhtred trying to get into his head "I have aligned myself with the three spinners of fate" she stated, you kept her away from Uhtred as she tried to get near him.

"Your path is the path i choose for you, Uhtred Ragnarson" she continued with her nonsense.

"And your spirit is mine to torment" the last thing she said, before Uhtred demanded her mouth to be shut and her eyes.

Sithtric helped you tie her up and shut her mouth, once Uhtred left her attention was only on you.

Looking at you with a smirk she knew you weren't from here, she knew your past, the reason why you are like this. She knows everything.

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Ok but what about spiderman!Jude swinging y/n around the town for a date like MJ and Peter P in Far From Home 🥺 ??? Btw ur so amazing 💞

spiderman!jude x fem!reader

pairings: jude bellingham , reader

genre: fluff

summary: jude takes y/n on a date

a/n: Thank you for the likes I recieved on my first post, here's a "pt.2" that was requested by a lovely anon. This was short since I'm busy due to exams so enjoy! <3 Thank you once again, I really appreciate it 🙏🏿 <3 | "pt.1" here

- ☆ D a t e N i g h t ☆ -

Ever since you and Jude met you've both have been increasing together; mainly a couple in general.

He would pay you frequent visits in school or out of, which you always appreciated because he was always available to you. Being a superhero and attempting to be an always-there-for-you-boyfriend require difficult responsibilities. But, at any time of day, he had time for you; he wanted you to be content.

You blinked. Realizing that you had been daydreaming for the past minutes.

You felt a weight on your shoulder and heard some gentle snoring, it was Jude.

You decide to leave him alone, since he's probably had a exhausting day.

You looked at the clock, and it was past twelve.

Your mother would murder you if she found you awake, but she isn't here. Fortunately for you, she is out of town for the month.

You close your laptop softly, without causing a commotion that would wake the other.

You moved his head with your hand to reposition his head into the cushion; his breath hitched, evidently stopping you.

You moved your laptop to your desk and officially called it a night. . . It was night, you heard a faint knock at your window.

You smiled as you saw who it was, Jude. You let him in.

He quickly pulled you into his embrace, "Jude, I can't breathe.."

"Sorry" He let go but still had a hold on your waist.

"I. . .I want to take you out. On a date. A proper date, yeah? . . Would you be willing to go?" He stated apprehensivsly "Of course."

Your comment made his eyes gleam with delight. He let go of your hand and took a step backwards to the open window, motioning two fingers together telling you to 'come here'.

You did so. "Remember, you're going outside, and I don't want you to catch a cold." He shooted a web towards an adjacent hoodie and launched it back to him.

"Put this on."

As you did, he brought his arm over your��waist, bringing you close to him.

What you liked about Jude was that he was always concerned about your health, wanting to keep you from contracting any illness or condition that might alienate you from him.

He plunged backwards with you in the air, your heart palpitating and you screaming in terror as you look down and find you're almost on the ground. You gripped him as tightly as you could, unable to let go because you trusted him.

Just when you thought you were going to crash, you felt yourself ascending and him landing on some sort of concrete.

"Hey, you're fine." I've got you." He stated serenely as he rubbed your shoulder.

You opened your eyes after keeping them closed for a while and took in the scenery. It was amazing; you could see the city in grandeur, with fluorescent lights all around.

"Beautiful, isn't it... just. .like. .you. ." He said pulling out a rose from nowhere.

"A little cliché isn't it?" You teased.

"Well, I didn't know what typed of flower you liked so I just chose the most common flower."

"Thank you. For being considerate. My favorite flower is [flower]."

"Okay, the [flower]. Noted."

"Hold tight onto me again, I want to take us somewhere."

You gripped his waist and locked your fingers together tightly; after a split second, you both plummeted down the building, this time modestly at ease because that you knew you were in secure hands.

You open your eyes to see him gazing at you, the streetlight emphasizing all of his features. This man was just too stunning.

You both were now on the ground, safe.

"That was an adrenaline rush."

"Glad you liked it, follow me." He murmured, coiling his fingers around yours.

You weren't sure where was this date headed but you both stopped at a park, it was beautiful.

You both came to a halt as you noticed a blanket on the ground. You swear your heart melted as you saw it. There were lit candles on the blanket, rose petals strewn on the ground, and a takeout bag.

"Ain't have that much time but I just wanted to do something memorable." He said shrugging trying to avoiding your gaze.

"This is very memorable, Thank you Jude. I love this."

You went up to give him a kiss, and hugged him after.

"Shall we?" You gave him a wink and dragged him over so you both were on the blanket.

. .

"Thank you once more for doing this; I appreciate you and your time, Jude." You fiddled with his hair while his head was on your lap.

"Always," he retorted as he leaned back into your embrace.

The moonlight shining across the lake was a lovely sight. The color, the incandescents of the streetlights permitting you to be aware of your surroundings, the proximity of you two, cool gusts of wind striking your face feeling like a splash of water, tree rustling creating their own music, and you with your Jude enjoying his company and you enjoying his.

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Wolves At The Door; Part Three

Fandom: Resident Evil [Village]

Pairing: Eventual Karl Heisenberg/AFAB!Reader

Rating: Holy shit M.

Summary: "No." You whispered, your hold on the knife’s hilt tightening. "No, I-I don't want you to come any nearer."

A/N: FIGHT SCENE FIGHT SCENE! I'd like to thank you all for reading thus far, you're The Best <3 I will be taking a small break after this, due to a vacation. I'll see you all on the 11th! Enjoy!

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Prelude

Part One

Part Two

[!TRIGGER WARNING!: This installment contains mentions of blood, canon-typical violence, gratuitous violence and graphic depictions of mental and physical duress. Stay safe!]

"You will regret this." The Duke warned him, his smile vanishing at Heisenberg's demand.

"I don't care," Karl insisted, his fingers still twisted into the larger man's shirt collar. "I can't keep going on like this, not without knowing if I'm-" broken a danger bad person "--if I'm someone who would…do something I shouldn't."

The merchant, for whatever reason, insisted on continuing, "This will not endear you to them, my Lord."

"I don't know why the hell you think I'm doing this for them!" Heisenberg snapped angrily. "I'm tired of not fucking knowing what I'm–I just feel like I'm always waiting, anticipating something awful. I've had enough."

A large finger landed between his brows, the Duke bearing an uncharacteristically serious expression. "I am sorry for this, Lord Heisenberg."

Darkness overcame Karl then, as well as a chill like the sun had been suddenly switched off.

…

"Mr. Duke! It's good to see you. I wasn't sure if you were alright, it's been so long since you've come by!" You exclaimed, still wiping your hands dry with an old towel as you made your way to the fenceline. "You'll have to fill me in."

The Duke, for his part, looked unchanged. A bit more sweaty perhaps, but that could be chalked up to the rigors of just existing in such a unique body. You saw his eyes dart to your houseguest and you got the sudden impression that you may have interrupted something. The large man staunchly denied this when you asked though, his laugh just as jovial as always. Maybe you had misinterpreted the situation?

If looks could kill, however, it seemed the Duke would be quite done for. Karl was glaring holes through the merchant, striking green eyes narrowed to angry slits. That look alone could make anyone nervous!

"I noticed my talismans have gone missing, my dear. Has something happened?" The Duke's inquiry was smooth, almost bland.

"They just started crumbling one day. I guess the elements finally got to them?"

The Duke's expression shifted strangely and once again his eyes darted to Heisenberg. But all he said was, "how curious," then started rummaging in the drawers that framed his corpulent form.

"I'm sorry, I don't have-"

"I told you," the Duke interrupted, his smile a bit sharper, "it's all part of our first-class customer service!" He gestured vaguely with one large hand, placing the small bundles of herbs and flowers down on his thigh. "If nothing else, take these as my thanks for nursing the Lord back to health. He certainly seems a changed man from when we last met." You heard Karl growl, muttering something under his breath that made the Duke chuckle coldly. "Now now, let's not say things we don't mean. I'm being sincere! I am glad you and the Lord Heisenberg are on such good terms. Why, he's almost tame."

…

There had been a great shattering, a terrible rending in his mind the likes of which he had never experienced before. The stress and mania that had driven him doggedly onward collapsed in upon itself after Ethan's final assault, as though the strain of both his transformation and the fight was too much for his body and mind to handle. Karl could just barely recall feeling himself fraying, his soul being torn apart at the seams like he was an ugly garment in the hands of the world's most negligent tailor.

Miranda would love that. Let that bitch pick out every stitch so she could make me into something useful, something controllable.

Maybe it was that bitterness that kept him breathing. Bitter spite and hatred, a parasitic leech just as much as the creature that throbbed uneasily in his gut. Cadou, finally a name for the feeling, the tension, the parasite that clung to his broken body and demanded him to rise, demanded him to fight and kill anew to keep it alive. Karl was exactly what he had feared and suspected all along: a freak.

While the Duke sat there complacent, chuckling, Heisenberg could only seethe internally. The obese merchant finally leaned forward, his smile distinctly oily. "I'd advise the two of you to turn in early for the evening. A storm is coming."

"Thanks for the tip." Heisenberg said through gritted teeth.

"Do you have anything new to show me?" The excitement in your voice threw Karl off a bit, as did the Duke's smirking reply of, "Naturally, my dear!"

Apparently it had been a busy few months for the merchant, because he immediately started pulling out (allegedly) new trinkets to show you. Each item he proudly displayed, however, set Heisenberg more and more on edge. Crystalline objects, fragile and frail, covered in sharp edges and scenting the air lightly with decay. Something about them had that wrongness, that Uncanny Valley sheen, as well as a hideous familiarity.

Finally Karl said faintly, "I'm going to head back in." His head was swimming, mind struggling to sort through lifetimes of memories and it felt like his entire body was throbbing with his pulse. "You two have fun catching up."

"But my Lord-" the Duke protested, extending the protective talismans to Karl with a guileless expression. "-I had hoped you would hang these along the fenceline for me. I would do it myself, of course, but it's been so long since I've had a customer to show my wares." His eyes twinkled with the silent joke; he knew damn well that touching those things was bad news for Karl. Go on, big man, the Duke's smug gaze seemed to say, go on and reveal yourself.

Karl's glare reached a nuclear temperature, his mood rapidly swinging from discomfort to infuriation at being toyed with. This colossal fuck knew exactly what he was capable of! As usual, the Duke's audacity was exclusively outweighed by his mass.

But you were smiling, you looked so excited to see what else the Duke would show you.

Damn it all to hell.

Karl dug around in the pocket of his jacket, pulling out his gloves and gracelessly yanking them on before holding out a hand to take the charms.

The Duke's smile never wavered once.

…

"It is odd, seeing the change in him." The Duke commented, turning a human torso that may have been carved from quartz this way and that to show you how the light caught it. "You certainly did more than your share of work, my dear."

"I don't understand." You replied, a little confused. "It hasn't been too hard. Only issue was keeping bread in the house."

"Can we claim his essence restored by mere gluten?" The Duke fixed you with a look that made you uncomfortable, his normally good-natured expression gone serious. "I doubt that, but I am open to breakthroughs in science."

"Do you mean I helped raise his spirits or something?" When the obese man shook his head, you shrugged. "I haven't really done much except put that gunk that you gave me onto his wounds and endured his company. If anything he's been helping me out! Got to get a few things done that I couldn't manage myself."

"Very curious," the Duke mused, his attention seeming to have moved on to the odd combination of gears and crystals that he was currently showing you. It looked almost like a half-metal heart encased in white crystal and you marveled at the craftsmanship of it. "Lord Heisenberg has allowed himself to be domesticated. The Lady Dimitrescu would have a fit if she were still around."

His words didn't register until a moment later, making your brow furrow. Unfortunately the large merchant didn't appear to be in an expansive mood, whatever further queries you had being easily deflected or outright ignored.

…

Miranda.

Karl tried to focus on something aside from the fact that his entire left hand was going numb.

The constant fury he felt at that self-styled mother's attempted manipulation of him would do, so he began to reminisce. Though his mind was not entirely whole, Heisenberg could still remember his disdain for the haughty woman. She had always looked at him with such blatant calculation in her eyes; he had to commend her for the consistency of that gaze. Karl wondered sometimes if she practiced it in front of the mirror. How his ‘siblings’ had never seen her manipulation…

"Sore loser," his own voice echoed back to him through his memories and he scoffed, yanking the knot tight on the twine. Another charm secure. The little talismans were made of monkshood and nondescript twigs of some evergreen plant, all braided together with a few stalks of what seemed to be wheat and then fashioned into a tidy wreath. The numbness in his hand vanished once he released the charm, now replaced by an unpleasant burning. He could see spidery black tendrils making their way up his arm from beneath the glove, following the path of his veins to spread that burning sensation. Aside from that, though, Karl felt nothing. Was his fury truly slow to come, or did he just not care anymore?

He slowed to a halt, resting his weight on the fence as he stared down at it. He almost wanted to will himself to be upset, get worked up, something for the sake of familiarity. This calm…acceptance, it didn't seem like him. The Duke had said Miranda was 'taken care of'. No doubt Ethan had fistfought the feathery bitch himself.

Dimitrescu, then, Karl decided, she could always piss me off, that colossal cunt. The anger was so faint it was barely annoyance. The weird little doll? Indifference. Moreau. Pity.

Pity?!

Was his throat closing up?! He was either flashing over or having some sort of allergic reaction to the talismans, he reasoned desperately. That was the only explanation for his strange response. Heisenberg pulled away from the fence, taking a few healthy steps backwards. He abruptly felt the hairs raise on the back of his neck and the Lord reached out to grab the maul, realizing at that moment that he had left it by the cart. Come on!

A body crashed into his back and Karl almost toppled, only just managing to brace himself on a fencepost. Sharp teeth grazed his arm, the combined scent of wet dog and iron nearly strong enough to make Heisenberg retch. Without a second thought Karl yanked the charm off the post and jammed his entire fist into the thing's mouth, hearing it start to choke and gag right next to his ear.

The maul arrived, flying through the air like the weapon of some old Norse god. Karl seized it with his free hand, swinging it around to pulverize the…lycan, lycan, shit, he had forgotten. Its skull caved beneath the maul's blunted edge and Heisenberg quickly shoved the body to the side as it twitched its last.

There were more of them. A lot more of them, a pack of mangled humanoids spilling out from beneath the trees to yowl and bay at him. The body at his feet began to crystallize, the familiar scent of death wafting up to greet him like an old friend. Memories started to bleed in at the sides of his vision: dark, wispy vignettes of the man he was, the monster he really was.

I think bare minimum I've done some real bad things.

He had been so desperate for reassurance without even knowing why, groping unlit through the halls of his memories as a stranger. It had been better for a while, what was shoved into the back of his mind to let him play fucking pretend at being human, at this new life with you.

Just like Miranda with her fake little family.

Heisenberg drew himself up to his full height, narrowing his eyes and roaring "shut your fucking holes!", immensely gratified when the cacophony immediately quieted.

Unfortunately, the uneasy silence was then broken by a scream. A scream of his name. And the lycans, obviously sensing Karl's momentary distraction, peeled away to head for the source of the noise.

…

"Karl!" You cried, the terrible din you had heard seconds before still ringing in your ears.

"Oh dear," the Duke remarked blithely, "I may have been too late." He shrugged after a moment, passing you another charm. "Well, I hurried as best as I could." The massive merchant then clicked his tongue once and the seemingly too-small horse began to pull the cart down the road once more. "Good luck, my dear. Remember what I said about the weather!" He called with a wave.

"You've gotta' be kidding me!" You yelled after him incredulously, the talisman clutched tightly in your grasp. All you heard in reply was faint chuckling. You gritted your teeth, turning on your heel. "Karl!" You shouted again, starting across the yard. You could hear muffled yowling coming from behind the cabin, out past the back fenceline, so with your heart in your throat you carried onward. You hoped and prayed it was just a bobcat that Karl had spooked, you're overreacting, everything is fine. You did make a brief pit stop to pick up your kindling knife from the basket on the porch, staunchly refusing to think about what you could possibly need it for.

Upon turning the corner of the house, however, you came face to face with some…thing, some awful thing with sharp teeth and a hunched humanoid body. You froze and so did it, before it bared its filthy, blackened maw and snarled at you.

Oh, it's going to kill me. The thought was so certain it almost surprised you. Really, what else could happen? Fuck, it's going to kill me. You backed away, holding the knife in front of you in a desperate bid to keep the creature at bay. For some reason it actually seemed to be working, the weird wolf-man snapping its teeth at the air in evident frustration. Well, it was either that or the Duke's charm that you had slipped around your wrist, but you weren't about to start questioning your luck.

A projectile whipped past your head from behind you, the mass of it disturbing the air enough to emit a faint whistle. It was the maul, its dull blade slamming into the face of the lycan and bending it nearly in half before it collapsed like a deflating balloon.

"You stay the hell away from them, you mangy rat!" Karl spat, his gaze full of fury as he rounded the house coming from the other direction. It may not have been aimed at you, but his rage was still absolutely terrifying to witness. Your knees began to tremble, threatening to dump you onto the ground. Heisenberg suddenly seemed larger than life and extremely dangerous, voice booming and eyes ablaze with a malice you had never seen. The man tore the maul free with a sickening crunch, shaking some of the gore off. "You alright?"

You realized he was addressing you, still coming closer at that too-fast pace and you floundered to nod, opening your mouth to say something, yes I'm fine and don't come near me you're scaring me and what's going on. No words came out, though. When had he gotten so big? It was as though someone else had taken over his body, someone self-assured, someone…

Was this how he had been before?

Karl stopped dead two feet away, the man huffing out an irritated breath. "Oh, you've got one of those charms." He slung the maul over one shoulder, holding out a gloved hand. "Here, give it so I can close the loop on this fence." There were holes torn in the glove, ragged punctures. Bite marks.

"No." You whispered, your hold on the knife’s hilt tightening. "No, I-I don't want you to come any nearer." What did the Duke do to him?

Karl's brow furrowed, but he soldered on, reasoning, "There's more of the freaks out there, sugar. We don't have the whole fence covered, I need that last charm."

"Please, don't…look, I don't want to hurt you and you're scaring me right now." You got the feeling the blade you had was about as threatening as a butter knife to the large man, but you held firm.

Cornered dogs bite. He had called you sugar, his voice low and urgent. Surely it was still him in there if he was using the silly pet name he had decided upon for you. This was all so confusing.

"The lycans don't give a shit about whether you're scared, sugar! They aren't gonna' wait around for us to sort things out, they're coming!" Heisenberg snapped roughly, glancing back over his shoulder. "Fuck's sake! I'm not at full bore and if something gets you because I'm out of it, I'd-" He hesitated, then huffed through gritted teeth instead of finishing the sentence. "Alright, fine, I'm not coming any closer, we'll just do it together then. Stay by me. Devil you know, right?" He instructed, that fierce gaze softening a bit. "Nothing will get you while I'm here."

What if you're the thing I'm worried about? you wondered privately.

…

You were looking at him like he was a monster. You were looking at him like he was a horrible, terrible monster, that trashy Bowie knife you used to shave kindling chips clutched in your trembling hands, leveled at his gut. You're scaring me right now.

And Karl couldn't even deny it because holy shit he was, he had been, he might still be. Oh God, no wonder the Duke told him it was an awful idea. He wanted to throw up, but that may have been due to the closeness of the talisman. Anti-mold measures or just another silver bullet in the magazine?

At least now he knew, as crushing as that particular burden of knowledge was. At least he knew. It was oddly freeing to be that self-fulfilling prophecy for once.

You ended up hovering nervously at his elbow, the proximity of the charm a constant, nagging throb at the apex of his spine. But he could keep track of you that way.

"The lycans are wary." Karl informed you, not really sure why he did so. "They know who I am but they're not particularly good listeners."

"Something you have in common." You retorted.

Karl shrugged, feeling his glove slide down his mangled fingers before he tugged it back into place. "I'd like to think I've improved." He glared at the forms he could see surging along the edges of the treeline, brandishing the maul in silent threat. Come on, you rabid little shits.

Not a single one left the safety of the woods, however they did keep up their noise. Howling and shrieking, the pack followed the two of you closely. They're waiting for us to place the last charm, Heisenberg realized, his brow furrowing. They'll strike then before we can get back inside the fenceline.

"I need you to be ready to run once you tack down that last talisman." He muttered out the side of his mouth, relieved when you nodded. "Don't worry about me."

"I wouldn't dream of it."

His laugh was coarse and joyless. He had been a naive idiot to think he even had a chance at any sort of quiet life, but he was more irritated with himself over being so affected by the disappointment. Now was not the time to wish to turn back the clock.

You broke away from him by running ahead, your attention clearly fixed on the section of fencing that lacked an oh-so-familiar charm. Karl watched you slide the talisman off your wrist, and at the same time he could see the pack of lycans appear to muster themselves for a full-scale assault.

Heisenberg's eyes narrowed and the man bolted forward, sending the maul ahead of him as he went. "It needs to go on the outside of the fence! I'll cover you!"

…

You yanked open the gate with single-minded intent, only to see the maul go sailing into the teeming swarm of bodies in front of you, Karl close behind announcing that he would 'cover you'. As you turned to watch him go, a massive lycan broke away from the edge of the pack and headed straight for you, fingers clawing at the dirt for traction.

You fumbled to attach the charm, hanging it on the rusted nail still in the fence post and then smashing the top of the nail with the butt of your knife to fold it over onto itself. Mission accomplished, you rushed to get back inside the safety of the fenceline, but it was too late. A paw-like hand caught your ankle, tripping you up and causing you to strike your head hard on the gate.

The world swam in front of your eyes, a combination of reflex tears and being dragged along the ground by your leg at a dizzying pace. You began to struggle, kicking desperately at the face of the creature in an effort to free yourself from its clutches. The lycan dropped your leg, choosing instead to bat aside the kicks you aimed at it and lunge for your face with a garbled howl.

You didn't even have the time to think and so you slammed your eyes shut, bracing the knife you still held against your body in an effort to at least wound the lycan.

But it didn't come. The weight of the beast on your chest just…vanished, its roar choking off abruptly.

When you dared to open your eyes again, you were greeted by the sight of Karl holding up the lycan by its throat, the man clearly crushing its windpipe. Judging by the way it was thrashing, it didn't have much longer. Heisenberg didn't say a single word, the man simply grunting with effort as he gave the beast a final shake to cleanly snap its neck. He then threw the body down, broadening his stance and squaring his shoulders with a furious grin on his face.

"Fuck off!" He roared at the remaining pack, now significantly thinned and yelping. "You stay the hell away from here, or I'll wipe out every last one of you!" The maul flew through the air and he caught it, swinging it one-handed. It was dripping with some kind of black fluid. "You won't cross that fenceline!"

After a few moments of what seemed to be a snarling back-and-forth with Heisenberg and one another, the surviving creatures sulkily limped back into the woods in defeat. They left nothing behind but crystallized remains of their kin and, as rain slowly started to fall, even those began to dissolve into the soil.

Karl closed the gate, the man slowly latching it with the worn wire twisted around the post.

You were still on the ground, the knife pressed to your chest as you shivered and tried to catch your breath. You couldn't recall another day in your life that you had been so certain about your own death. Somehow all you'd ended up with was a few scrapes on your shin and a tender spot on your head from the gate.

Heisenberg swayed, propping himself up on the fence with one elbow. The maul dropped from his grasp as he panted for air, the man's scarred complexion gone so pale it was nearly green. He tried to say something, but ended up dry heaving instead. After taking a few staggering steps back from the fence, he unceremoniously collapsed onto his side.

You only hesitated momentarily before you scrambled forward, your caution thrown to the wind. It was as if watching him fight had somehow removed whatever threat you had felt before, the notion wholly gone from your mind. It was oxymoronic, but firmly embedded that the two of you were on the same side. He saved you.

The man gazed dully upwards at you or someplace past your shoulder, his breathing coming in sharp, hitchy bursts. "Hurt-" he managed to wheeze, shaking the glove off of his hand to display blackened flesh radiating from a tearing bite wound on the palm. He then gave a thumbs up with the mangled appendage, choking out, "--be okay."

You noticed blood darkening a section of his trousers by his hip and you jerked his tattered coat back, revealing several more wounds. At least two of the lycans had ripped into the back of his thigh, like they were trying to hamstring him. The purpling, bruised bites ran down his leg and there was even a large chunk missing from the top of his boot. You hissed in dismay at the whole scene, feeling nauseous and terrified.

"We need to get you out of the rain," you said finally, your stomach in knots. Karl waved you off while pffting out a breath but you essentially ignored him, pulling his good hand to haul his arm up over your shoulders. "C'mon, use whatever's left of your legs."

The man coughed out a laugh at that, then obliged you to the best of his ability. It was a struggle, but the two of you managed to get him upright. All there was left was the slow trek back to the cabin, and Jesus was it slow. Karl could barely put one foot in front of the other, the man dragging his wounded leg and the maul behind him as he leaned on you, nevermind your own legs still shaking from adrenaline.

"Why did you do that?" You asked finally, blinking the rain out of your eyes.

"Whuh."

"You know what." The only reply you got was silence, followed by a clumsy little pat on the cheek. You supposed you would have to ask later.

…

The fresh talismans gave Karl the sensation of being in the eye of a storm. A maelstrom of energy swirled around the fenceline in a disorienting spiral, but it couldn't touch him in here. The drunken stumbling was more due to the injuries he had sustained, his steps unsteady and head hanging. This weakness was incredible, it was so similar to how he had been right after he had lost to Ethan. Laying there in the dirt with the rain pouring down on him, uncertain of what had just happened, where he was, every shattered breath in his body seeming like it could be his last.

"Come, my Lord. You seem to have fallen ill."

You had said that the Duke was the one who brought him to you for aid. He barely remembered bits and pieces of the ride, only roused to consciousness from pain when he was jostled.

His forehead knocked into yours and he slurred out an apology, realizing you needed him to walk up the porch steps. And walk up them he did, his leg already feeling a little less terrible. Parasite perks, the alliteration tickling him far more than it ought to have. He actually managed to hobble through the doorway unassisted, performing an odd skipping hop to do so and dropping the maul beside the doorframe.

Once inside you collapsed on the couch, your whole body trembling. "Thought I was gonna' die." You finally said. Heisenberg continued to hover awkwardly on one leg, shoring himself up by placing a hand onto one of the ceiling crossbeams as you seemed to gather your thoughts. "I mean I thought that was it, game over. Holy shit, that was terrifying." You looked up at him, radiating incredulity as you asked, "how the hell did you just handle them?"

Karl shrugged, a bad habit he felt he could attribute to you. "It's all I've known for most of my life." It was a garbage explanation for all its truth and he knew that, but you weren't exactly in a fantastic headspace at the moment. Neither was he for that matter, he was still weak and a little queasy. Better to let sleeping dogs lie, let you calm down and regain some peace of mind. Lycans were normal to him, sure, but you'd only seen them in half light and hadn't even seemed to believe they actually existed until today.

You put your face in your hands, exhaling deeply. You then moved to rise but Karl halted you with a hand on your shoulder, and he was silently dismayed at the fact that he could still feel you shaking.

"Stay put." He tried to gentle his tone, make it a little less gruff. "That was a lot. Just rest. You want some water?"

You hesitated, then nodded. "Yeah." You caught his hand before he could turn away, seeming confused. "How are you even walking? Your leg was-" "Something in me is real invested in keeping my body in one piece." Karl patted your hand, attempting to smile and failing miserably. "Lemme' get you that drink."

Part Four

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Hi Bug, same anon who asked the horse questions --- first of all, thank you so much for the answers and I'm so glad I was able to inspire you!! I don't think you've talked about this yet but I was curious: What was Gene's mom like? I know she was killed by criminals and that event led to him becoming such an intensely strict deputy, so either she meant a whole lot to him or her death was just that traumatic. --- QUESTIONS - Well, first of all, what's her name? - What lasting affect did she have on Gene when she was alive? Did she teach him anything fundamental about life or morality that he still believes? Did she introduce him to anything that he's still passionate about? - Is there anything specific that Gene does in her memory and if so, when? On the anniversary of her death? Whenever it's her favorite weather? Every other day? Every morning? - Who, specifically, killed her (if you know)? - How old was Gene when she was killed and did he witness it himself? If so, does he remember it?

HI ANON IM SO EXCITED TO SEE YOU IN MY ASK BOX AGAIN!!!!! and once again you come with such amazing questions i am being so spoiled right now.

the short answer is that she meant a whole lot to him AND her death was that traumatic. but who's here for the short answer anyways

long post incoming. as always. I HOPE U ENJOY!

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what's her name?

gene's mother's maiden name was Sylvia Mae LeBlanc.

she was a small, feisty woman from the deep south (louisiana) and you could tell right away from her accent. she was blonde, blue-eyed, and gorgeous. a real southern belle.

she met gene's father (who's name is clint) when she was just 17, and the two hit it off. they got married, and of course, she became sylvia delaney, and soon baby gene was born. the trouble was that sylvia's father did not like clint. clint was a rancher, and her father thought lowly of the profession. he refused to support them finacially. she ran away with clint and they struggled for quite a while, but they were determined. clint truly did love sylvia, but i don't think he was ever going to be ready to be a father. sylvia loved being a mother, but fatherhood scared clint. he never had a great relationship with gene to start, and it only got worse when sylvia died.

looks wise, gene got his bone structure from his father, but everything else is from his mama. he has her eyes, her hair, her mouth, even her nose. he was VERY blonde as a child.

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what lasting affect did she have on gene when she was alive?

oh this is a loaded question and i LOVE it.

when he was little, he spent most of his time with his mom. being a rancher was a busy job, and clint didn't particularly care enough to make an effort to spend time with his kid, so gene and sylvia were very very close.

she taught him a lot about how to conduct himself. she was a southern girl, manners were VERY important to her. she'd be damned if gene didn't address everyone he met as sir or ma'am. she also was a big reader, and taught gene to read and write from just age 3. she read anything under the sun to him, and its part of the reason why he's generally considered very articulate. he still loves reading and it's one of his favorite pastimes.

she was also extremely progressive for her time. she taught him so much about how to respect people as a whole, no matter their race or gender or social class or anything. she just taught him empathy. it was a big help that gene was naturally just a sweet kid.

unfortunately for little gene, clint Did Not like this. he was obsessed with what it meant to "Be A Man" and didn't take kindly to seeing his son do things like carrying the paralyzed lamb to and from the water tin or crying after accidentally stepping on a butterfly. he saw gene as too soft from the get-go, and he made his disdain for it known.

it was a recurring argument for sylvia and clint.

still, sylvia wouldn't back down. when gene would sob after getting yelled at by clint or, worse, after being forced to go hunting at the age of 7, sylvia would hold him and rock with him and sing to him until he calmed down and tell him that its okay to cry. being gentle takes strength. the world needs more kindness like yours.

gene thinks about it very often.

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is there anything specific that gene does in her memory and if so, when?

so, for starters, he visits her grave every year on the anniversary of her death. she was buried in louisiana-- she loved her home town and state. so every year, gene takes a train (haha. sorry gene.) down to visit his grandparents and aunts and cousins, but ultimately he leaves the family house to go to the cemetery and spends the day sitting by her grave and just. he just talks to her.

he talks to her like she's right there. he tells her about work, about the town shenanigans, more recently about cassidy (he talks a lot about cassidy. sylvia is looking down at him with an Eyebrow Raise.), really anything that comes to his mind. he sometimes falls asleep, head resting against her headstone, and wakes up to the sun settling below the horizon.

in terms of little practices he does, he makes his coffee a very specific way because of how she used to make it. he wears one of her rings on a chain around his neck. he has her accent, sometimes, when he's not thinking about it. he still has all his southern manners, he is respectful and kind, just like she wanted him to be, but sometimes it's drowned out by his father.

he also kept a bottle of her perfume. it smells of peach and vanilla and orange blossom. he sprays it on his pillow sometimes, when he really really misses her. those nights are always hard on him.

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who, specifically, killed her (if you know)?

see this is where i have entertained different ideas. as of now, its just a random outlaw. just a random train robber that had no personal connection to gene.

however.

i have thought it could be interesting if the man was montana or someone associated with him. the timelines would (maybe) make sense, but i feel like it might also just complicate things too much. IDK. its just a little idea but for now, i'll say it was just an unspecific outlaw.

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how old was gene when she was killed and did he witness it himself? if so, does he remember it?

oh boy.

cw: blood mention. slightly graphic description of death.

gene wishes he didn't remember. he really does.

she was killed on their way to visit louisiana. clint never went with them when they traveled because, again, being a rancher is a demanding profession and sylvia's family didn't take too kindly to him visiting anyways.

gene was 11 at the time. he was sitting in the train car with his mother, head resting on her shoulder, when he heard commotion coming from a few cars down.

then, the group of robbers breached their own car.

gene was petrified. he clung to his mama like a little boy, visibly shaking when they started making their way down the aisle. she whispered reassurances to him, that they would be okay, that they weren't going to give the bad men anything, that the sherriff would be there any minute.

when one of the men approached sylvia and gene, sylvia physically put herself between the man and her son. she was fesity. she wasn't going down without a fight, and she sure as hell wasn't going to give this man anything.

when she refused the first time, the man didn't shoot her. he simply murmured something to his the other outlaw beside him and turned back to sylvia, giving her a chance to reconsider. she didn't.

and then the gunshot rang out.

she got her right in the chest. it was a miracle that gene wasn't somehow hit too, as close as he was.

that was the moment the outlaws heard the shout of the lawmen, and turned tail on the job. but the damage had been done.

gene held his mama as she took her last breath. she didn't stand a chance. the bullet fired point blank into her left lung. she hardly lasted a few minutes. still, gene screamed. there was blood everywhere. on his face, on his clothes, on his hands.

he cried, he begged, he pleaded for someone, anyone to help him. to save his mama. but she didn't stand a chance.

i'd like to say that she had last words, some profound thing to say that gene could hold dear to him for the rest of his life, but she didn't she just gasped for air until she couldn't anymore.

gene remembers that day in vicious detail. he remembers what he was wearing, what she was wearing, what the man's eye color was. his memory goes fuzzy from the moment she died, though. he vaguely remembers being taken to a sherriffs office and being cleaned up with a handkerchief and being wrapped in a scratchy blanket. he remembers his father arriving, and it might have been the only time his father hugged him. it was certainly the only time he ever saw him cry.

his memory of the entire year after she died is choppy at best, nonexistent at worst. he began helping his father more at the farm, not because he wanted to spend more time with him, but because it gave him something to do. if he didn't have anything to do, he might've gone crazy.

unfortunately, and much to sylvia's dismay i'm sure, the experience hardened him. especially since he was around his father so much, he didn't allow himself to be seen as soft or gentle anymore. he got tougher, meaner, and more like his father.

its, in part, because he wonders if he had been just a little stronger on that day in the train, if he could have saved his mama. maybe if he had been quicker or more intimidating, he could have protected her like a "Real Man" should. but he'll never know. and that thought kills him.

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GOD that got sad really fast. im sorry for the trauma gene. and i'm sorry for giving you another reason to hate trains cough cough @sethlost cough cough

JOKES ASIDE thank you so much for this question anon. i think by writing this all out, i have a much better grasp of gene as a person and the actual impact his mother had on him. this was such an important question and also SO fun to answer so thank you so much!!!!!

#whump community #ask answered #oc questions #gene and cassidy #gene delaney #cw blood #cw parental death #cw murder #cw violence #this lore would make a great addition to the possible train fic with gene and cassidy just saying #UGH i want to give gene a hug. specifically baby gene.

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SMOOOOOCHESSSSS!!!! AHHHH IM KISSING YOUR CHEEKS MY DOVE I AM SCREAMING!!!! ໒꒰ྀིᵔ ᵕ ᵔ ꒱ྀི১

PART 3 TO THE DOTTORE FIC WAS ABSOLUTELY LOVELY AND YOU RELEASED IT SO FAST I WASNT EXPECTING IT SO SOON!!! gosh the pacing of it was so well, and I absolutely adore how you write fragile!reader and Zandik. AND THE NUDITY SCENEEEE!! >w< it was so so soft I absolutely adored it words cannot describe how much I was smiling during it. AND THE LITTLE ZANDY SNEAK WITH HIM BEING ALLOWED TO SEE ALL THE PREPERATIONS COLUMBINA IS DOING FOR FRAGILE!READER AND THEIR OUTFIT <33 AHHHHH!!!! Also the book scene as well 😭 SOB!! poor reader getting exposed out of nowhere because Zandik was “curious”… AND THE WEDDING SMOOCHES OH MY GOSH!!! I wasn’t expecting to read them getting married in this fic but im overjoyed to see you write it!!! their ceremony being private and the clumsy dancing after they’ve been officially married made me giggle and kick my feet in the air!!! honestly the marriage reminded me of an old ask I sent MONTHS ago!! fragile!reader and dottore having a private ceremony and how Dottore would most likely keep his ring in his box, but fragile!reader enjoys wearing it everyday as it’s a sign that Zandik truly does love them for who they are, and they’re bonded for eternity. :((( I would absolutely LOVE to see what type of rings you had in mind for them and what kind of suit you portrayed Zandik wearing!! I love these two so much that im honestly scared for the fourth and final part. :( my heart is not ready for angst…I loved all the hurt and comfort in this fic it’s literally my favorite thing!! and to say I will reread this AT LEAST 5 times, (just like I have with the first and second part) is an understatement. I always appreciate seeing you also mention me in your notes it’s so cute mwa mwa!! <33 make sure to rest sweetheart alright? currently dying because of midterms but I know part 3 will get me through it. AND BEFORE I EVEN FORGET THE MENTION OF BATHING TOGETHER ADJNDJAIJSJDK!!!! still one of my favorite ideas EVER im so happy to see it being dropped for a second in the fic it made me blush <33

But I truly hope you have an absolutely wonderful day and week and happy December cutie!!! Christmas will be here soon and I honestly can’t wait to bake. always imagining m fragile!reader because of my condition >_< im very delusional for him I think of him every second, minute, hour, day, every week!!! not a day goes by where I don’t think of him AT LEAST ONCE! but ANYWAYS!!! I give you loads and loads of cuddles and chu chus <33 I love you so much I just wanna hug you so tightly and swell up your cheeks because of how many chus I gave you!!

-from your dear boo boo bear 🎐 anon! ౨ৎ

AHHHHH 🎐 ANON IM SCREAMING TOO!!! YOU'RE TOO NICE!! I'M SO GLAD YOU LIKE IT!! please, my weekend literally consisted of two things, writing that fic, and finishing a project for college, i kept alternating between the two 😭 I WAS JUST SO EXCITED I HAD TO! AND OF COURSE!! Bb Zandy gets all the privileges (he gets the last cookie in the jar too, much to the other clones' dismay) 😌

AND YEAHHH the book idea just came to me one day. i just thought it'd be not only cute but funny, since i also love thinking about the playful banter you two have 🥺 HEHE I'M GLAD YOU LIKED THE WEDDING SCENE TOO!! I JUST HAD TO WRITE IT SINCE I FEEL IT NEEDS TO BE INCLUDED IN THEIR LIVES!! and yeah i was thinking about your asks too, because i like to go back and reread the asks on your tag 😭💗 Dottore keeps his ring in his box so when he's stressed he can just pop it open and admire it, thinking about you if you're not around, and put it away again now that he's had some time to slack off thinking about you. You though? Oh boy everyone has every detail of your ring memorized by how much you've gushed about it (poor random Fatui agents)

AND I'm not gonna lie i didn't really picture the rings or outfits inside my head. 😭 but i did look up some rings rn to see if i could find anything that's cute!! (i think. I'm not very good at fashion/aesthetics and this stuff 😭) but i think these first three for reader are pretty!! i feel like they're pretty elegant but not too much at the same time! Dottore's as i said would be much simpler, i can't find a good picture but i feel like the last one would be similar, thin with fewer jewels though. But ngl, i always love this interpretation of the ring Dottore would give you!! It's so pretty and to think he'd make the ring yourself is so!! AND I WOULD GIVE YOU OUTFITS BUT IM SORRY IM SO BAD AT THEM. Honestly though. I'd probably imagine him in like, the classic black and white suit. Maybe with some pieces of blue here and there. There's a fanart i'd show you too but the comments are EXTREMELY down bad so yeah,,

🎐 ANON DON'T WORRY 😭 THERE WILL BE ANGST BUT HOPEFULLY THE FIFTH PART WILL MAKE IT BETTER!! AND OMG OVER 5 TIMES??? I'M HONOREDDD 🥰🥰🥰💗💗💗 MAKE SURE TO TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF TOO OKAY?? i know midterms are the worse but you got this!! And omg have fun baking!! I wish i could taste your sweets, they must be delicious!! AND I LOVE YOU MORE!! mwah mwah!!

#smooches talks #🎐 anon #thank u 🎐 anon for this super sweet message. i can get through finals with a happy heart now 🥺#BUT IM SORRY IF THE RINGS R BAD OR IF U WOULDNT WEAR THEM... i really tried here JUST IMAGINE WHAT U LIKE!!#AND YES BATHING W HIM... soft !!! so soft!! the domesticity !!#funny thing is my mom is a good cook. baking on the other hand... LMFAO i've had to deal with hard burnt cookies or whatever in the past 😭

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Heya, just wanted to say that I've been reading the not [word] series for a while, and while I know basically nothing about the Batman universe I very much love how you write emotions and just your style in general. I rarely feel the same emotions as the characters when it comes to reading anything but just going through the story has had me crying tears of sadness and anger, made me feel soul crushing despair, and even made me smirk (especially in chapter 2 where Alfred was peaking in pettiness. I loved that!)

I also wanted to say in chapter 3-pt2 during the argument i was holding my breath (not literally) just waiting for the MC to mention Alfred at least once, and when that finally happened I got so happy like- "yes, let it out! Do it! You tell him how out of all the people in that manor Alfred was the only guy to even be considered the one to raise you! Woooo!!!"

But yeah, just wanted to say that I'm so happy to see this series continue, and I can't wait to see what they're planning to do in the upcoming chapters. But also, no rush, take care of yourself first and foremost, and... yeah. I hope you have a great day

Hey! I'm so glad to hear that, and that you've been enjoying the series so much so far! It really makes me happy that you and others enjoyed Chapter 3, and that you were able to feel the reader's emotions and such. Since as I continued to write it out I was beginning to doubt if the feelings I wanted to convey got across- but if everyone's reactions have been telling me anything, it's that they did! Which, again, makes me really happy.

#talking daydreams

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BY MY SIDE 💌 yeonjun x gn!reader

desc. blind dates were nothing new to you and most certainly not the types of people you've encountered on said dates. when one of your friends set you up on a blind date for valentines, you were hopeful for a good outcome. while you didn't get what you were hoping for from your date, yeonjun swoops in to save the day.

(alt: ur blind date is awful but thankfully yeonjun's in love with u.)

includes. fluff, yeonjun is lowkey jealous but not in a toxic way, soft jun <3, y/n's a little oblivious tbh, poor grammar LOL

warnings. mentions of food, like one cuss word

word count. 1.6k

a/n. yes, valentines day was yesterday, yes i am still gonna post valentines content. i honestly could not choose a concept to write for yeonjun at ALL but i was listening to this song and the words just poured out of me. likes, reblogs and comments are appreciated~ hope u enjoy :D

You didn't know why you agreed to go on this blind date, but what you do know is that you regret it. This was the nth time your date bragged about his multitude of achievements as if it would make you fall for him.

Faking reactions drained you, especially since his stories weren't relatable in the slightest; he was just another rich and obnoxious person. The date was going terribly, to say the least, but you're getting free food out of it so a little acting didn't hurt.

The waitress assigned to your table arrived with the food trolley and you gawk at how delicious the food looked. Surprisingly it had only taken around 30 minutes for your food to arrive. This was impressive considering how booked the restaurant was.

Quick service, you thought to yourself.

"These people take forever to bring food," your date scoffs once the waitress was out of earshot.

You raise your brow before twirling your pasta with a fork. The restaurant was no fast food place so a wait time should've been expected. You rightfully assumed he was used to getting everything served as soon as he asked for it.

"I thought it was pretty quick," you shrug. "Not many places are as fast as this."

He sneered slightly as he poked at his steak. "I guess."

The rest of the date was silent as you two ate your food, lost in your thoughts. You were glad for the quiet but judging the look on your date's face, he was pissed about something. Fortunately for you, your food was too good to mind his shift in behavior.

Once you finished eating, the waitress came back to clean up the dishes and handed the bill to your date. He fished out a black card from his pocket with a smug look before placing it into the check presenter.

Cocky bastard, you rolled your eyes internally.

Once he got his card back, you gather your stuff and make your way out of the booth with your date following right behind. He was a very good-looking guy, so it was a shame how terrible his personality was.

"I had fun," he said as he slips his arms into his navy blue blazer. "We should do this again some time."

Your stomach twisted in guilt. Rejecting people was not your thing, so the thought of it made your heart heavy. But it's better to save yourself time than to put up with another date like this one.

"I'm sorry, but I'm just not feeling it," you slightly grimaced as soon as the words left your mouth. The smile on his face immediately dropped and he scoffed loudly. He placed his hands in his pants pockets with an offended expression.

"Fine, whatever. Good luck getting a ride home," he stormed off.

You let out the breath you've been holding and a wave of relief washes over you. Surprisingly, you felt thankful since his reaction could've been way worse. However, the sudden realization that you've just been deserted hit you. You fished out your phone in hopes of getting an Uber until you saw the messages you had missed.

Beomgyu

Yeonjun's been scolding Soobin for setting you up on that date LOL

Don't listen to him, have a great time!

(Sent - 9:43)

Yeonjun

Ur date looks like a douchebag

Have fun though

(Sent - 9:55)

You chuckle lightly before hitting the call button next to Beomgyu's name. The line rang for a short while before a loud voice made you move your phone from your ear in surprise.

"____!" You heard Beomgyu clasp his hands from the other side. "Did it go well?"

"It could've been better," you sighed. "He left me here cause I rejected him. Don't tell Yeonjun, but he was a total snob."

There was a pause. You check to see if the line disconnected but were only greeted by the call screen on your phone. "Hello?" You spoke to make sure he was still there.

"You rejected him?" A curious voice asked and you instantly recognized it as Yeonjun's. You could practically hear the smug smile on his face. He was the only one not rooting for your date to go well, so you knew was feeling cocky about it. His intuition was usually right, but you were desperate to prove him wrong.

"Hi Yeonjun," you mocked his voice. "I already know what you're gonna say. And you were right," you sighed in defeat. The gloating was unavoidable as he's known to never let it go whenever he's right.

"I told you! Guys like him are no good. Just rich assholes who think they can get their way every time."

You snort before nodding your head in agreement even though he couldn't see you. "Yeah, yeah, whatever. But I need a ride. Can you come get me?"

There was another pause and you tapped your shoes on the pavement waiting for a response.

"Send the address. I'll be there as fast as I can."

After about 20 minutes, you look out the window and spot the familiar black Genesis sedan slowing down to a stop next to the sidewalk. A smile forms on your face as soon as you step foot outside the restaurant. The window rolls down and Yeonjun peeks his head from the driver's side.

"Uber for ____?" Though his voice was serious, you could see the ghost of a mischievous smile on his lips. You chuckle lightly before opening the car door.

"Yes, that is I," you go along with his joke. As soon as you sat down your nostrils were filled with the scent of the woody sage smell that always radiated off of Yeonjun. He tapped his index on the wheel to the rhythm of the RnB song playing through his speaker. From the corner of your eye, you could see how he attentively watched you put on your seatbelt with a slight smile on his lips.

"So about your date," he turned his attention to the front and began driving once he heard the click of the seatbelt. A snicker escapes his mouth at the immediate groan that left your mouth. He intended to annoy you and you knew that too.

You roll your eyes. "This was the worst yet. He didn't even try to be subtle about it. Like I was so close to falling asleep when he was explaining how much he earns."

Yeonjun laughed at your complaining. He sat and listened to you rant for a bit until you were tired recalling your experience.

He smiles fondly at you and hummed in thought for a second. "The night's still young. Wanna go for a drive around the city?"

"After the night I've had, I would love that," you sighed as you let your head lie comfortably on the headrest.

After years of knowing Yeonjun, you've never once felt uncomfortable whenever he was around. Looking back at it now, he would always be by your side after any inconvenience, minor or not. Though you knew he was caring for everyone, it still brought you peace of mind.

He turned the volume up and let the music fill the silence that took over. You quietly sang along to songs you recognized and moved your head to the groove of ones you didn't. The last thing you remember is Yeonjun telling you to get a quick nap, to which you protested.

When the car came to a stop, you stir awake. It didn't take long for you to realize that somewhere along the ride, you had fallen asleep. Yeonjun lightly tapped your arm, not aware that you had woken up. You wipe at your mouth where the feeling of drool started to become noticeable and look at him.

"____," he spoke softly. "We're here."

He exited the car first and made his way to your side to open your door. You smile lightly at him, still feeling the effects of your nap.

The park was glowing with lamps decorated with fairy lights connecting each parallel. It wasn't surprising that the place would be practically empty considering how late into the night it was. There were a few people around, but not enough to disturb the peaceful air.

"The view here is really pretty at this time of night," Yeonjun explained as you followed him to whichever area he was going. "After this, I'll drop you home and call it a night. You must be tired."

You nodded your head in agreement and sat next to him at the end of the walkway. The bench was facing the horizon and you could see all the building lights of Seoul. You gasp in awe at the scenery, unaware a place like this existed.

"I can see the company building from here!" You point out the familiar building. "You were right, it is pretty here."

You heard Yeonjun chuckle and turn to look at him. It was only then you notice how effortlessly attractive he looked with his sweatshirt and jeans. You watch as his piercings sway lightly when he turned to pick up something from his side.

"Here."

He handed you a small gift bag and you furrow your brows at him. A stifled laugh erupted from him at your expression. He used his head to signal for you to take it, which you did. "Happy Valentines, ____."

Your skeptical eyes turned into shock when you saw the words Swarovski on a jewelry box. You immediately shook your head in disbelief, nearly shoving the gift bag back into Yeonjun's hands. He was quick to hold your wrist to prevent you from handing it back to him.

"Yeonjun, are you serious?"

"Just open it," he urged you. You pout slightly before hesitantly opening the box. Inside was an infinity bracelet that you instantly recognize as the one you've been eyeing for weeks. Last time you checked, the bracelet was well over a hundred dollars.

"If your date had gone well today, I probably would've returned it." Yeonjun laughed wryly. "So take this as a confession."

"You don't have to give me an answer right now. Hell, you don't even have to accept the bracelet right now. I just hope that you'll be able to stay by my side for a long while, if not forever. Just know I'll always be there for you, whether as a friend or a lover."

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