#<-......kinda sorta. just squint REALLY hard
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Gasp...the phantom miis....
(Just silly tomodachi life things :P)
#tomodachi life#miis#persona#persona 5#p5#the phantom thieves#p5r#persona 5 royal#akeshu#okujima#<-......kinda sorta. just squint REALLY hard#im so sorry ann mii you were doomed from the start....💔#they dont have your big beautiful ponytails😔#ramblings
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𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝 ; 𝐡𝐣𝐬, 𝐥𝐟
♡ 𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐲!𝐣𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐱 𝐱 𝐚𝐟𝐚𝐛!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ♡
𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐟𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 @jilixthinker 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐜 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢'𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐬𝐤𝐳 𝐢𝐧 143 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬! *𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐢, 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐞 143 𝐛𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲 𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐬* 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 ♡
𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: what's better than having one subby, whiny boy between your bedsheets? having two subby, whiny boys between your bedsheets ♡
𝐰𝐜: 5,3k
𝐭𝐰: female anatomy ; soft dom!reader ; sub!jisung and sub!Felix ; mommy kink ; voyeurism ; felix and jisung are veeeery needy ; clit play and fingering (f receiving) ; masturbation (m) ; degradation if you squint, but also lots of praise ; heavy mxm stuff ; handjob (sorta) ; lots of teasing ; mention of body hair (we love body hair here!!) ; edging/orgasm denial if you squint ; threesome ; there's barely any foreplay really ; unprotected piv sex (don't do this!) ; also unprotected anal sex (mxm) ; double creampie (oops) ; hints at oral sex (f receiving) ; that's all i think of but lmk if i forgot something ; ♡
this was my first time writing mxm, kinda - but it won't be the last eheh (spoiler), so pls don't hate me if it completely sucks 🥺
-> 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐨3
The days always end the same way in your house.
It’s not a bad thing, not at all - not when “the same way” means you get to strip your pretty boyfriends down naked and show them how much you appreciate them. To be honest, though, it nearly feels like a competition between the three of you - who gives more kisses, whose touch lingers the most, who makes the others get goosebumps faster and, and, and. A good competition, it is, and a very pleasant one.
The days always end the same way in your house, with Jisung practically on his knees, almost begging, as he watches you and Felix make out filthily.
Short, but very hard cock in his hand, he runs his thumb over his tip repeatedly to smear the pre-cum all over it, incapable of tearing his eyes off of you. He bites his lip as he attentively watches the way Felix’s tongue runs over your lower lip - the younger boy desperately tries to stretch his hands out to grope one of your tits, but you block him by wrapping your fingers around his wrist.
“What happened to asking for permission, angel?” You tease the blond, and he simply tongues his cheek and smiles mischievously as you hold his arm behind his back.
“‘M sorry mommy, I forgot,” Felix is such a tease, biting on his lip as he looks you in the eye.
The both of you are acting as if Jisung weren’t even in the same room as you. It may sound mean, but you love it - and, most importantly, he loves it. He’s definitely not complaining when he brings his other hand down to his balls and cups them, squeezing his most sensitive zone in his palm as he watches in awe the way Felix desperately tries to hold back from rutting his hips into yours.
The days always end the same way in your house, but tonight something’s different. They’re needier than usual - not that you mind, of course.
You learned it from the way they practically threw themselves at you as soon as you stepped inside your shared place - Jisung’s arms wrapped around your waist and his face buried in your neck as Felix hugged you from behind, wrapping his limbs around Jisung’s figure as well and pulling the two of you closer. And then the constant kissing - Jisung kissing you, then Felix, then you again, and then both of you at the same time, mixing your essences in a lewd, yet sexy way.
Felix nuzzles your nose with his, then looks at you with puppy eyes, looking like the cutest thing ever. “Can I… can I do something, mommy? A-anything you want. I just need to touch you.”
There’s something extremely hot in the way he sounds so desperate in spite of his deep voice, in the way he’s so putty in your hands, in the way he’s asking for permission.
“Where do you want to touch me, angel?”
Pussy, Jisung thinks, squeezing his cock in his fist at the mere mental image of Felix rubbing your clit or burying his tiny fingers inside your hole - your arousal dripping all over his knuckles and the back of his hands. Maybe you’ll ask him to clean Felix’s fingers, and he’ll gladly accept them in his mouth, swirling his hot tongue around his hyung’s digits to lick your essence off of them. Please, choose her pussy - Jisung mentally begs.
“I jus’ wanna make mommy feel good,” he answers.
You smile at him, cupping his cheek in your hand. Then you kiss him on the lips, lingering. At the same time, you take his hand in yours, and place it on your stomach - then move it down, down, until his fingers brush the hem of your panties. He’s still looking at you with puppy eyes, even when his digits slip under the soft material of your underwear, hesitant - waiting for you to instruct him to go further, waiting for your permission.
Jisung bites his lip. He squeezes his balls, tugs at his cock that’s leaking an indecent amount of pre-cum all over his fingers.
“Wan’ your pussy, too, mommy,” he blurts out before he can stop himself.
Felix chuckles, not turning his head to look at his boyfriend. Instead, he solely focuses on rubbing your clit extremely gently - in circular motions first, then drawing imaginary eights, and then moving the pads of his fingers up and down. He does everything all at once, because his goal is not to make you cum - you didn’t demand that of him yet.
You, however, shift your gaze from Felix to Jisung, quirking an eyebrow at him. Your pretty, whiny, desperate boy who can’t wait to be inside your pussy. Should you reward him for being so diligent and obedient? You probably should, but you also want to have your fun with him.
“Are you feeling neglected, Sungie?” You giggle, spreading your legs just a little bit wider to help Felix reach the spot between your thighs more comfortably. Jisung doesn’t answer your question - he simply blushes, then nods weakly. “Mhh, yeah, I can see that. Your little cock looks painfully hard, baby.”
“It is,” he whines, but won’t stop tugging at his balls in desperate need of friction, “’t’s so hard. ’s ready for you, mommy.”
He’s so cute.
“Felix, angel, why don’t you touch mommy properly, yeah?” You turn your head to kiss the tip of Felix’s nose before turning your head back to Jisung. Felix nods, and then you feel his fingers prodding at your entrance - then he slips his middle finger inside. “Sungie, baby, are you really that desperate for mommy’s pussy?”
Jisung nods swiftly, breath getting quicker. “Yes,” he breathes out, “always. Wan’ it all the time.”
You know he does.
“But Felix’s playing with mommy now,” you smirk, biting your lip as Jisung’s gaze shifts on where Felix’s fingers disappear under the waistband of your underwear. He can clearly distinguish filthy, slick sounds as his boyfriend moves his fingers in and out of you, and his cock throbs in his fist. “You’re gonna have to be a good boy and wait for your turn."
“But… but…” he mumbles, staring at you with his big, boba eyes.
“Are you really that pussydrunk already, baby?” You tease him, finding him extremely cute as his eyes become glossy. So needy he might just cry. He nods once more, still playing with himself. “Mhh, why don’t you play with Felix’s pussy while you wait for your turn, then?”
Felix head immediately snaps up to look at you, Jisung’s eyes widen.
“Mommy…?” Jisung sounds confused, tilting his head to the side and furrowing his eyebrows. It’s a funny sight - him looking at you with innocent puppy eyes while holding his hard cock in his fist.
“What’s up, baby?” You look at him with a teasing smile on your face. You know it’s not what he was expecting, what you proposed to him, but he’s not exactly complaining - he just sounds confused. “You don’t wanna be a good boy for mommy? Good boys wait for their turn. And play with their boyfriend to make mommy happy.”
Jisung nearly gasps at that because fuck, does he want to be your good boy. He wants anything and everything you’ve got in store for him. “I do. Wan’ to make mommy the happiest.”
Felix’s still playing with your pussy when he feels Jisung’s lips ghosting over his naked shoulders from behind. A shiver runs down his spine as he inevitably arches his back - eyes fluttering shut as he hides his face in the crook of your neck. Jisung can’t help but feel a little weak when he places his fingers on his boyfriend’s hips as he leaves a series of kisses all over Felix’s freckled shoulders with his soft, plump lips.
“What… what do you want me to do, mommy?” Jisung sounds lost and overwhelmed at the same time as he presses himself on Felix’s body.
“Thought you were desperate, Sungie,” you mock him, entangling your own fingers in Felix’s blond hair. “Just do to him what you wanted to do to me, baby. Play with his pussy the same way you’d play with mommy’s, c’mon.”
Jisung’s heart skips a beat. Felix’s does, too. It’s nothing they haven’t done before, but the way you just said it makes both their heads spin in anticipation. Jisung’s trembling fingers eventually reach the waistband of Felix’s boxers, but before he could drag them down the younger’s legs, he decides to tease Felix and himself a bit as memories of what had happened mere hours before flash before Jisung’s eyes. Memories of when he was bent over the couch with Felix’s chest pressed flat against his back and his hot breath on Jisung’s face. These are the thoughts running back and forth in Jisung’s mind as he brings his hand to palm Felix’s crotch, cupping and squeezing his boyfriend’s length. Felix hisses under his breath, finding it a bit harder now to focus on the movements of his fingers in and out of you, but he still manages to do a great job.
Jisung continues to leave kisses on Felix’s skin, his shoulders first, then moving down, leaving a series of pecks all over his spine. And then he hooks his fingers in the waistband of Felix’s underwear and, finally, slides the dark piece of fabric down the younger’s legs impatiently, in a matter of seconds, throwing it across the room.
Felix chuckles when he feels his boyfriend’s fingers wrapping around his length and Jisung’s lips on his lower back as his kisses move down, down, down. “You’re so impatient, hm?” He teases Jisung, and even though Jisung can’t see his face, he knows Felix’s smirking. “You’re so horny.”
Jisung just rolls his eyes and scoffs. “You’re one to talk,” he chuckles, bringing two fingers to his mouth and wraps his lips around them, “like you weren’t begging to be between my legs this afternoon.”
He realizes what he just said a little too late. You’re already looking at both of them with an eyebrow raised, clearly unamused by the accidental revelation. “Well, that’s interesting,” you comment, wrapping your fingers around Felix’s wrist to stop his movements inside of you. He bites his lip, guilty, looking at you with puppy eyes. “What happened this afternoon, Sungie?”
“Mommy, I-“ Felix start, but you shush him.
“I asked Sungie,” you narrow your eyes at him. Then, your gaze shifts to the older boy, whose eyes are big and round - he’s scared he’s just fucked everything up, he’s scared you won’t let them cum tonight, all because of him and his incapacity of keeping his mouth shut. “You’re gonna tell me everything now, sweet boy, aren’t you? You’re gonna tell mommy everything that happened when she wasn’t there. And if you’re a good boy, mommy will reward you, baby. You know I will.”
Jisung nods swiftly, the promise of a reward washes away the guilt immediately. Felix rolls his eyes, the brat.
“Yes, mommy.”
“Good boy,” you stretch your arm to cup Jisung’s cheek, and he leans in your touch. “Now, start.”
“We… Felix and I, we were watching a movie,” Jisung starts, “and- and we were cuddling. On the couch.” He watches closely as you remove Felix’s hand from your panties, despite his whines. The younger boy gives Jisung the side-eye, and Jisung gulps.
“Don’t mind him, baby. Go on,” you encourage him with a nod.
“And then we… we got hard.”
“You both got hard?” You quirk an eyebrow at Jisung, somehow not believing him. “Remember, you have to tell me the truth if you want your reward.”
Jisung sighs, and gives in. “Felix got hard first. He was so needy, mommy, he kept touching me, couldn’t keep his hands off of me.”
You lick your lips, then motion for Jisung to come closer, to take Felix’s place next to you. “He kept touching you where?”
“M-my thighs, mommy. And then he… he…” Jisung blushes at the memory, “he touched me there,” he whispers the last part as he feels his own cock throb.
“Here?” You ask him, feigning innocence, as you wrap your fingers around his little cock. Jisung nods, biting his lip, already putty under your touch - you always know how to make him feel good, he’s so grateful for you. For both of you. “He touched your little cock?”
Jisung nods again. “He did, mommy. And he kissed my neck and my lips and my face, too. He was all over me.”
“Seems like he was very needy, hm?” You ask, and Jisung whines when you jerk him off a little bit, squeezing his sensitive, leaking tip. He bites on his lower lip, eyes rolling in the back of his skull.
“He-he was, mommy, I told you.”
“That’s right, baby, you did. Mommy’s so proud of you for telling the truth,” you praise him, pumping his length slowly - up and down, until your hand brushes the soft hair at the base of his cock, and then you move it right back up to tease his tip some more. “What happened next?”
“Mommy-“ Felix starts, but you interrupt him immediately.
“Oh, angel. You had your chance to speak up and you didn’t - now it’s too late, I’m afraid,” you pout at him. It’s a fake pout, and he knows you’re gonna punish him for disobeying your rules. “Sungie, baby, go on.”
Jisung shivers when you kiss the top of his head. “He undressed me, mommy, and I let him. He was so desperate, so… needy, and I was, too. ‘M sorry.”
You smirk, letting go of his pretty cock, which slaps on his skin as soon as you unwrap your fingers from around it. Then, you tease him by running the pads of your fingers on the sensitive skin of his balls - round and full, ready to be milked dry. And then your fingers move down some more, until they brush his rim. “Did he fuck you?”
Jisung gasps, both from your straightforwardness and from the feeling of you touching his most sensitive spot - the spot that always makes him shiver, the one that makes him cum the hardest. He doesn’t answer, at least not out loud. With a weak nod, he confirms your suspicions.
“Oh, he did, didn’t he?” You bite your lip, circling Jisung’s entrance with your fingers - you just want to tease him, nothing more. “He fucked this sweet ass?”
They know they’re not supposed to have fun without your permission when you’re not there.
“He-he did,” Jisung confesses, hiding his face in the crook of your neck, biting his cheek to muffle his whimpers.
“Tell me how.”
Jisung’s cock throb at the memory. Felix, from behind him, feels a shiver run down his spine, too.
“He bent me over the couch,” he mumbles, whimpering because of the way your fingers feel pressed on his skin - and to think you’re not even touching him properly. “He took me right there, mommy. He kept kissing me, kept telling me he loves me.”
“I love both of you,” Felix is quick to clarify, but you ignore his remark.
“You let him fuck you like a slut, baby?” You ask rhetorically, loving the way Jisung squirms under your touch and because of the way you’re dirty talking to him now. “You let him creampie this cute little ass?”
“Oh, God, mommy…” Jisung whines, “‘m… I’m…”
You stop touching him immediately, lifting your hand from his body. “Were you getting close already, Sungie?” You tease him with a smirk he can’t see, because his face is buried in your chest right now as he takes deep breaths. “You’re such a desperate little thing, aren’t you?”
He doesn’t answer, just wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you closer to his body. He needs to feel you, he needs to breathe your scent, he needs to get lost in everything that makes you… you.
“Come get your reward then,” you whisper to him, kissing the top of his head. You wrap your fingers around his wrist and bring his hand between your legs, allowing his digit to brush the same spot Felix’d been touching until not too long ago. You’re still wet, he can feel it despite the fabric of your panties.
Reward. You said reward. Does this mean…
“Mommy, what…” he pulls back to look you in the eyes, tilting his head slightly to the side.
You nod, and don’t miss the way his boba eyes light up. “Yeah, mommy’s gonna let you fuck her pussy. It’s yours, baby, come and get it.”
Felix blinks a couple of times, because he was sure he was going to fuck your pussy first. Like, one hundred percent sure. Is this your way of punishing him? By denying him your sweet pussy? What if you won’t allow him to cum at all tonight?
“But- it was my turn,” he protests. He really doesn’t know when to shut up.
You smirk at him, hooking your fingers in the hem of your panties before pulling them over the curve of your ass and down your legs, revealing your bare sex to their impatient eyes. “You lost that privilege when you decided to disobey me and hide it from me,” you tease him - you’re not really angry, you just want to see him squirm. And you want to have a little fun, yes.
“I wasn’t trying to hide anything, mommy. I just… forgot to mention it?”
“Hm, so you fucked Sungie this afternoon and still want to be the first to fuck mommy’s pussy tonight… Aren’t you a little too greedy, angel?” You smirk.
He’s greedy, yes, but how could he not be? He has the sexiest boyfriend and girlfriend, what is he supposed to do? His dick just won’t stop getting hard whenever he’s around either of you.
“But don’t worry, mommy’s not gonna leave you high and dry, she’s not that mean,” you reassure him, stretching your arm to cup his cheek, brushing soft strands of hair from his face. “Sungie, baby, come on on top.”
Felix is beyond confused, and so is Jisung, but the older boy still listens to your words. You lie on your back on the wide bed and spread your legs to welcome your boyfriend’s body between them, and once he does, you turn your head to look at Felix.
“Mommy, what…?” Jisung asks.
“Oh, my sweet boy,” you cup his cheek with your hand, caressing his soft skin with your thumb. “Mommy wants to thank you for being such an obedient little thing. You’re gonna fuck mommy’s pussy now-“
“Yes- yes, thank you. Thank you, mommy.”
“While,” you continue, stressing the word, “Felix fucks your pussy.”
Felix and Jisung look at each other first, then at you. They’re beyond shocked. You’ve never done that before. But there’s a first time for everything, isn’t there?
“We… I… huh?” Felix looks at you with furrowed eyebrows, but kneels on the mattress nonetheless. He’s not opposed to the idea and neither is Jisung - they’re just surprised.
You nod. “You heard me right,” you say to Felix, and he raises his eyebrows in surprise. “I wanna see the way you get all pretty and desperate for Sungie. Wanna see how dirty my precious angel can be. Can you do that for mommy?”
Felix nods vigorously - of course he can. He’d do anything for you.
“I can.”
“Good boy,” you praise him, patting his thigh. Then, you turn your head in Jisung’s direction. He’s kneeling between your legs - hard cock in his hand, still pretty clueless. “It’s time for your reward. Here,” you spread your legs a bit wider, “it’s all for you, baby.”
Jisung gulps. He’s not gonna last at all - he’s already on the verge of his orgasm just from a couple of dirty words and your teasing, and he’s supposed to last while fuckingyou and being fucked by his boyfriend at the same time? Not gonna happen, he’s gonna bust in a couple of minutes if he has enough self control. If.
Jisung rests his palm on the mattress, balancing his weight on solely his arm as he slides his tiny cock up and down your folds a couple of times, spreading your arousal all over his tip to use it as lube before sinking into your wet heat. His pink tip bumps your clit a few times, and he whines when he hears a small yelp fall from your lips, and the next thing you know - he’s pressing at your entrance.
“Can I put it in, mommy? Can I fuck you now?”
Felix, from beside you, moves to open the first drawer of your nightstand and fishes a small, plastic bottle. Lube. The substance is freezing cold when he squirts some of it on the tips of his fingers.
“Yes, Sungie. You can fuck me.”
Even though he’s literally impatient and can’t physically wait to fuck you - he pushes his cock inside of you excruciatingly slow, gripping your hip as he sinks all the way. His mouth falls open as small huffs fall from it, and he lets out a deep “Oh” once he’s fully sheathed inside of you - his balls literally pressed against your ass.
“Oh my- fuck, you feel good, mommy. So good. ’T’s wet, and… hot.”
“You feel good, too, baby. Your little cock feels so good inside of me,” you tell him, and Jisung whimpers - because of your pussy, yes, but also because he feels Felix’s hand on his hip, and then his lips on his skin.
Felix kisses the spot between Jisung’s shoulders one, two, three times as he slowly strokes his hard length, smearing the lube all over its surface - slick sounds filling the room together with Jisung’s heavy breaths. Inside of you, his cock twitches.
“C’mere, baby,” you say to Jisung, motioning for him to lie down on top of you and press his body on yours.
He does, his body hovering over yours until he presses his chest on yours and balances his weight on his elbows, on each side of your body. You kiss the top of his head, and he leans in to your touch as his fingers toy with the ends of your hair and breathes in your scent. He feels home.
Jisung gulps when he feels Felix’s fingers brush the soft skin of his ass. “Do you think you need to be prepped, love?” He says in a husky breath, fingers moving down to brush Jisung’s entrance, and the older boy hisses at the feeling of the cold lube on his skin.
Jisung shakes his head as a no, then nuzzles your neck with his nose. “Nope,” he mumbles, biting his lip when he feels Felix’s fingers on his rim, where the younger boy carefully smears the remaining of lube. “There’s no need to. You prepped me enough this afternoon,” he tilts his head to the side to smirk at him.
Felix chuckles, shaking his head, then slaps Jisung’s asscheek. “Fine, then,” Felix says, aligning his cock at his boyfriend’s entrance. “You ready?” He asks, and Jisung nods.
You cup Jisung’s face in your hands and force him to look at you as Felix slowly enters him. You watch closely the way his mouth falls slightly open, a small whine falling from it as his eyes flutter shut. Felix grunts, too, while sinking further into Jisung until he’s fully buried inside of him, pressing his body on yours even more. Jisung’s head falls on your chest, and he rests his forehead on your skin - shaky breaths falling from his lips.
“Are you feeling good, baby? You feel nice and full?” You ask him, running your hand through his dark hair.
“Feels good, mommy, you have no idea. So good. I feel… full, and- and mommy’s pussy’s so hot around me,” he moans, hips inevitably jerking to meet yours, and Felix moans too when he feels Jisung’s movements, “’n’ Felix’s cock is so hard.”
“That’s what you deserve,” you play with his hair, tugging it a bit just to hear him whine some more. “Now don’t be shy, baby - fuck mommy’s pussy and fuck yourself on Felix’s cock. Be a good boy, Sungie.”
His head snaps up in your direction, and you can clearly see how flustered he actually looks - his puffy cheeks are red, pupils full blown and his lips are a bit plumper than usual because of the way he’s constantly biting on them to muffle his moans. You encourage him with a weak nod, and his breath gets caught in his throat. Then, he obliges, rolling his hips to meet yours first, then pulling slightly back to fuck himself on Felix’s hard length.
“O-Oh, mommy,” he moans, and even though everything’s so overwhelming, he doesn’t stop rolling his hips - his movements turn more and more slutty with each thrust. In a matter of seconds, he’s a moaning mess.
“F-Fuck, you take it so well,” Felix can’t help but moan. His hands are on each side of Jisung’s slutty waist, eyes glued on where his body and Jisung’s connect. “How- how are you still so tight? You’re incredible, fuck.”
Jisung’s head is spinning. Felix’s cock is repeatedly hitting his prostate and, at the same time, your tight, wet pussy is perfectly enveloping desperate cock. Jisung is a weak, weak man when it comes to you and Felix - he won’t last much longer.
“‘M not… ‘m not gon-na last,” Jisung whimpers through laboured breaths. His tiny fingers grip the bedsheet tight, until his knuckles turn white, as his movements become more and more frantic and inconsistent. His legs are shaking when he presses his ass flat on Felix’s hips - Felix groans, gripping Jisung’s hips even tighter.
“Don’t cum, baby - not yet,” you tell him, and Jisung’s eyes widen in pure shock.
How is he supposed to put off his orgasm?
“I can’t- I can’t, mommy. Feels too good,” he sniffles, there’s actual tears in his eyes, but keeps on swaying his hips back and forth - the soft, curly hair at the base of his cock brushing your clit with each thrust. Jisung’s cock is shorter than average, yes, but it can still reach your g-spot perfectly.
“Aw, it feels too good?” You parrot him, smirking and biting on your lip as you look at Jisung. Behind him, Felix looks just as desperate to cum - head thrown back and lips slightly parted, but you can clearly see the way his chest rises and falls quickly.
Jisung nods. “‘M so close. ‘M sorry mommy, ‘m gonna cum,” Jisung practically sobs. His whole body trembles and shakes.
You cup his cheek, but then your hand moves down until you wrap your fingers around Jisung’s throat - you don’t tighten your grip, though. “Fine. Cum, then, you desperate little thing. Fill mommy’s pussy with your cum,” you tell him, looking him in the eye, and that does it for Jisung.
With a chocked moan, he buries himself deeper inside of you and, finally, he cums. He cums and it feels as if his orgasm was lasting forever, because his legs and whole body just keep on shaking even after he’s emptied himself inside of you, filling you up with his warm cum. Then, his spent body just collapses on yours.
“Fuck, you gave me so much, baby. You’re such a good boy for mommy,” you kiss the tip of his nose. Jisung sighs, but before he could say anything Felix, from behind him, interrupts him.
“Mommy- fuck, can I cum, too? N-need to cum.”
Your gaze shifts back on Jisung. You run your hand through his hair. “You’re gonna let Felix fuck you dumb, Sungie?” Jisung nods desperately. “Yeah? You’re gonna let him use your body to get off? You’re gonna let him cream your slutty ass?” You bring your hand down to Jisung’s ass and slap his cheek.
“Yeah. Yeah, he- he can use me. Can cum inside of me,” Jisung mumbles, cheek turning a deeper shade of pink. “You can do anything to me, fuck,” he swears under his breath when he feels Felix begin to thrust inside of him at a steady pace, “‘m yours mommy. And Felix’s. ‘M your good boy.”
The pace of Felix’s thrusts becomes quicker. He fucks Jisung exactly like he’d done earlier that afternoon - desperately, impatiently, with a primal need to feel him as close as possible. So he changes the angle of his thrusts, pressing Jisung’s body on top of yours as he practically mounts him. Felix balances his body on one arm, allowing his body to hover over yours and Jisung’s as he keeps on fucking his boyfriend. He doesn’t forget to kiss Jisung’s skin, of course - his nape, then the side of his neck, and then his shoulders, where he sticks his teeth. Jisung hisses, but his eyes roll in the back of his head nonetheless. He’s loving every second of this.
“Is that how he fucked you earlier?” You ask Jisung, tilting your head to the side.
“Y-Yes,” Jisung confirms.
“You were right - he is needy.”
Felix’s not really paying attention to either of you, though, because all of a sudden he’s on the verge of his own orgasm as well. “Oh shit. I think I’m gonna cum,” he grunts, thrusts turning sloppier and more frantic as his cock twitches inside of Jisung. “Can… can I, mommy?” He asks for your permission.
“Cum, angel. Fill him up.”
Jisung whines, Felix cums.
Felix fills him up exactly like you told him to - balls twitching as he empties himself inside of his boyfriend for the second time that day. It’s okay, though, he’ll never get tired of it. Only when he’s sure he’s given Jisung every single drop of his cum, does Felix pull out, wrapping his fingers around the base of his semi-soft dick. Then, he lies down next to you, completely spent, as he tries to catch his breath.
“‘M sorry, mommy,” is the first thing Jisung says, with tears in his eyes. “You didn’t cum. I couldn’t… I came so fast, I couldn’t make you cum,” he mumbles, sounding absolutely defeated.
You smile at him, caressing his cheek. “You did so good, baby. This was all for you, this was your reward for being the best boy.”
There’s a million things Jisung wants to say right now, but he just kisses your lips instead. “Thank you, mommy,” he mumbles, before pulling out of you - cock already kind of limp and covered in his own release, that’s dribbling onto his pubic hair as well. He lies down on your side, on the opposite side of Felix, and wraps his arm around your waist.
“Mommy?” Felix mumbles, clearing his throat and scooting closer. He presses a couple of kisses on the naked skin of your shoulder. “‘M sorry if I made you mad today - sorry for not telling you about… what we did when you weren’t there.”
You turn your head in his direction, and smile at him. A genuine smile, and he instantly relaxes, sighing out of relief. “You didn’t, angel. Mommy was just teasing you. Did you like it?”
Felix nods and he, too, wraps his arm around you. “I did…”
“But?” You ask, quirking an eyebrow at him, sensing there’s more he’d like to say.
His cheek turn a bright shade of pink, and he hides his face in your neck. “‘M stil… I’m still needy for your pussy, mommy. And… and you didn’t cum.”
Your fingers toy with his blond hair. “Hm, you’re right…” you hum. “I didn’t cum, and Sungie left a mess down there. Why don’t you eat mommy out, then?”
Felix pulls back to look at you, then nods, and in a matter of seconds he’s already lying between your legs, ready to start lapping at your pussy - all wet with your release as well as Jisung’s.
“Oh, and - Lix, Sungie?” You call their names and their heads instantly snap in your direction. “Next time you decide to have fun together while I’m not there… send a video, yeah?”
-> 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦. 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞.
-> 𝐦𝐲 ☕️
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Seeing Each Other Around Town
Summary: James discovers his favorite student and his mom are his across-the-street neighbors and now he can't stop seeing her everywhere.
Notes: Marauders modern elementary school AU, kindergarten teacher!James Potter x nurse!reader, mom!reader x son!OC (Liam), inspired by this post by @ravishinglavishingluvr. Tiny little bit of angst in this one but it's negligible. Y'all this is gonna be a slow burn but we'll get there. Also I'm updating sorta regularly now yay!!!
A/N (23/5/24): FINALLY edited this. I'm out of school, so hopefully I'll have time to continue this series <3
Poor James is completely infatuated with you after parent-teacher conferences
He just can’t get you out of his head
And Sirius and Remus are usually the ones who suffer the consequences
Their apartment is on the way to school from James’ house, so they almost always carpool
And lately, the entire car ride, James Cant. Shut. Up. about you
(“Boys, you should’ve seen her—she’s so sweet—of course she’s Liam’s mom—Pads, you don’t understand—they’re so similar—Remus, she’s gorgeous—did you see her????”)
By the end of the week, Sirius and Remus are very amused with James’ adoration for you
But it also gets kinda irritating after a while, so they’re pretty thankful when the weekend rolls around and they (hopefully) get a small break from his incessant enamored babbling
Saturday rolls around, and James is up at six thirty (hard to break out of the habit when school starts at eight) and shuffling out to the lobby of his apartment building in his pajamas, robe, and slippers to get the mail and the newspaper
But just because James’ body wakes up early doesn’t mean James’ brain wakes up at the same time so he’s out by his mailbox looking confusedly at the newspaper and wondering why he suddenly can’t read
And after like a solid thirty seconds of him just squinting really hard he finally realizes it’s because he left his glasses inside
He’s doing his best guys, he’s doing his best
So James is about to turn around and go back to his own flat to get his glasses (and probably a cup of coffee) when he hears his own name—
—just … well, kinda
“Mr. Potter?”
James just about jumps out of his skin because what teacher expects to see one of their students outside of school???? Like no thank you
Don’t get me wrong, James loves his kids to death and he’d die for them any day
But it’s the weekend
So no thanks
But then James realizes it’s Liam and he’s lowkey relieved because like
If he has to see a student outside of school, he’d rather it be this one
And then it occurs to James that if Liam is in his apartment building at six thirty in the morning, then he probably lives here
And if Liam lives here, then …
“Liam?”
Poor James can’t help the full-body flush that rushes through him at your voice
Boy looks like someone dunked him in tomato juice
His head snaps from Liam (or at least the blurry shape that has Liam’s voice) to where your voice is coming from, and it hits him that you’re whispering (very tiredly and cutely, if you asked James) from the floor below his own, leaning over the railing to watch as your son presumably gets the mail
How the hell didn’t he notice you lived in his apartment building????????
Not that he’s complaining ofc :):):):):):)
James realizes after a minute that Liam asked if he’s alright, and he’s just like “Yeah!!” and utterly beaming
(Unbeknownst to James, you realize who exactly Liam is talking to and blush just as terribly as James is when you realize you’re still in pajamas and aren’t at all presentable)
You say good morning to him as well (from the balcony) and James is pretty sure he’s about to melt
So you and him exchange pleasantries like Romeo and Juliet with the balcony :) you get it?? :):):) while Liam gets the mail from your own mailbox and walks it up the stairs back to you
(he says “here you go, mama” in his sweet little voice as he hands the small stack to you and you say the gentlest “thank you, baby” back and James’ heart feels like goop in his chest)
James barely makes it back into is own apartment before he’s squealing and doing a goofy little dance out of overflowing joy
And the best part?
That's not the last time he sees you. Not even close.
Over the next several weeks, James begins to notice you everywhere around town
He sees you and Liam at the grocery store (you’re there with Liam and give him the choice between dino nuggets and spring rolls; he decisively choses the later)
And on his way to work (on one of the few days where Remus and Sirius aren’t carpooling with him, as Remus was sick and Sirius stayed home to care for him), James sees you in your own car on your way to work
And when you and Liam go on walks on the weekends (James had taken to mowing Remus' mother's lawn, which was on your walking path, shirtless every Saturday morning—for entirely unrelated reasons, of course, and he will take no questions on the matter …)
James still isn’t sure how he hadn’t noticed you before because how could he have missed you?? You’re gorgeous????
(Of course, poor Remus and Sirius get to hear about his fawning even more now)
(They both find it cute though, so it’s fine)
So eventually one Friday night, James can’t sleep and is done with his lesson plans
And he’s just bored, so what does he do?
Go to the grocery store, of course
So James ventures out, once again in his pajamas, to the grocery store to get some treats to eat while he watches Antiques Roadshow until he falls asleep
And of course—he should’ve known at this point honestly—there you are
(Also in your pajamas)
And James says hi before he can really stop himself, and you look a little spooked for a second (because who tf would be talking to you in the grocery store at ten at night?) but then you realize it’s him and you say hi back with a sweet little smile that turns James' insides to warm fudge
Apparently, Liam is at Alfie’s birthday sleepover (Alfie’s a little shit, and James never understood how Liam could stand the kid) and you don’t have a shift at the hospital tonight, so you decided to indulge in some celebratory ice cream
James ends up helping you choose which ice cream you want (chocolate chip cookie dough—a classic) and as thanks, you go with him to the candy aisle to help him pick out treats
James ends up getting a container of pretty much every candy, cookie, and chip that grocery store because he didn’t want to leave yet lmao
And when you’re in line to check out, James mentions that there’s a career fair at school in a month and he’s wondering if you’d maybe want to come and talk about being a nurse????
Pretty please??????
James doesn’t notice how your face falls ever so slightly. You kind of forgot for a second that he’s your son’s teacher and not just some pretty guy that you’ve sorta had a crush on for the past couple weeks. Nothing could happen between the two of you—not if it mean hurting Liam’s education, or even impacting it at all. But it’s okay. You’ll just suck it up and stick to your job and your son. It’s fine. It’s okay.
You’re agreeing in an instant, and James promises to email you the details so you can plan around it
James leaves the grocery store with like ten pounds worth of treats feeling full to the bursting with warmth and his eyes are glowing the rest of the night
He sees this really pretty pearl and gold necklace on Antiques Roadshow and catches himself thinking about how pretty it would look on you, but he doesn’t bother trying to stop himself at this point
It wouldn’t be any help anyway
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Something New: Soda (Mychael x Reader)
I now am writing for a new character! He just gives me so much serotonin I had to crawl out of my cave to throw something down. The character for those who don't know, is Mychael from Mushroom Oasis. A VN by Deersphere Studios if i remember correctly
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Mychael stared down at the aluminum can with vague recognition, the tip of his tail swinging back and forth as he lowered his head down to be eye level with the drink.
It was really shiny. Colorful too.
"I picked up something from the store for you," you did your best to explain as you unpacked your groceries, fighting back a smile as you watched him cautiously wrapped his tail around the soda and lifted it for closer inspection. "You do know what soda is right?"
"A little... I've seen it on the sides of roads. Although not like this..." He muttered, squinting at the drink before giving it a small shake. For Mychael, who liked keeping his trysts to the modern human world short, soda was just crushed litter that filled the sides of roads and forest paths. Shiny litter, but litter nonetheless.
He gave it another shake, hearing the slosh of liquid inside.
Oh no.
"Wait!"
Your raised voice instantly cast a spell on the recluse, Mychael as still as a statue, only his his widened eyes daring to shift over to you across the table. Did he do something wrong?
"Just... be careful." You warned, placing a hand on his tail and lowering the can to safety. "It might blow if you shake it too hard."
Mychael's gaze turned fearful as he looked down at the nuke you had just brought into your shared home, a cold sweat sliding down his back.
Blow?
Now that would certainly explain all those crushed pieces of aluminum wouldn't it?
He placed down the can as gingerly as possible before pulling his tail to safety. Then he looked over at you an awkward smile given in thanks for such a dangerous gift.
Amusement, the corner of your lip was raised at the sight of him. Oh... You must have been joking... probably.
"I'm only teasing," Your confirmation lessened his worry as he watched your retreating form fetch two cups and crack open the can, the fizz bringing another twitch to Mychael's ears as he watched foamy liquid begin to be portioned out for the two of you.
"What does it taste like?" He asked, taking a cup from you and feeling a light mist hit him as he took a precursory sniff at the drink.
Not much to note smell wise.
Interesting...
"This one is lemon flavored. I'm pretty sure they take some flavored syrup and then inject carbonated water into it to make soda."
"What's car-bun-ate water?"
"Uh... I'll explain it to you another day," Mychael nodded at this, happy to settle for one new piece of information at a time. Carefully he tilted the cup and then took a deep sip of this mystery drink.
It stung against his taste buds... but not in any overly painful way. And there was an almost sickly sweetness to it. Like berries a little too ripe into the season, just, he supposed, without the berry flavor.
He could sorta taste the lemon flavor, perhaps lemons were different for the humans that made this drink. Or maybe it was a type of lemon he couldn't forage for or buy around this area.
Either way... it was good.
His best friend's laughter brought his attention back to them, a finger bring pointed at his tail.
"I can see you like it a whole lot," You mused, watching his tail wildly whip back and forth. It stopped the moment you pointed it out, a dark blue spreading across Mychael's ears and face as he frantically tucked the wayward tail away.
"I-It was really good, the drink. Kinda weird, but in a good way!"
"Well I'm glad you like it, it's not the best thing to have all the time but if you want, I can grab a new flavor every once in a while... let you see try them out and see what you like." The offer was almost as sickly sweet as the drink he could still taste on his tongue, Mychael looking down at his now empty cup before giving a small lick of his lips and nodding.
"Yeah...yeah, I think I'd like that, please..." he whispered, the shy request bringing an unnoticed smile onto his guest's face.
"It's a deal."
#sfw#drabble#yandere#fluff#mychael x reader#mushroom oasis vn#I found a small fandom with a cute yandere mushroom man#so i have to grasp it for everything its got#i was thinking of how id love to introduce this hermit to so many different human things#and then i remembered???? i have a writing blog?? i can do that?#itll def be a series if i can think of more ideas
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T. Zegras - Stand By Me
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Trevor Zegras x Reader, platonic Jamie involved in one bit.
Requested✨
Word Count: 2.2k
Warning(s); general angst, the reader has an auto immune disease called lupus, one mention of blood, sorta-kinda-maybe smut if you squint.. but like.. not really.
I did some research, but because I didn’t want to cross any boundaries and be too wrong, I didn’t go into much depth over anything. I listened to too much Billy Joel while writing this. I’ve decided Billy Joel love ballads go well with Trev.
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Trevor Zegras as the world knew him:
The aggressive, egotistical, hotshot hockey player. Rough and tumble, always mouthy. The loud, constantly moving, big expressions and huge personality kind of guy.
Trevor as I knew him:
A kind, gentle, considerate boy. Who made sure he set my pill organizer out for me every morning before he went to practice. Who made sure we were always stocked up on prescribed lotions and ice packs. And would spring up from the couch at the first sign of a fever. And learned how to cook on nights when I was in so much pain I could hardly move.
It took forever to get officially diagnosed with lupus. Trevor had been there from the beginning, when symptoms first began. At first, we hadn’t thought much of it. I passed off body aches for period or ovulation issues. I assumed the rashes were allergic reactions, and the fevers were just random waves of California heat. We had been oblivious. When things got worse, I began seeing a doctor.
Test after test had been run through. I was prescribed various medications, some of which helped and others didn’t. But the ones that did help, never lasted long. Eventually, it got to the point that Trevor feared leaving me home alone. Especially on the days he would wake up, and I would be unable to pull myself out of bed. I hated it. He hated it. We feared the unknown.
As much as it overwhelmed me, I knew it overwhelmed Trevor too. All the road trips, calling me, feeling horrible for leaving and saying how he wanted me to call somebody at home if I needed them. He was scared, but it was knowing he wasn’t in control that freaked him out. I assumed that’s why he became so observant and vigilant when we finally did get a diagnosis. Because at last, he could control things. Not everything, but some things.
Trevor hadn’t been home the day I got the diagnosis from my doctor, but it gave me time to really figure things out on my own. I knew little about the autoimmune disease, and as much as I loved Trevor, I knew his endless questions would only overwhelm me more than this new information already did. So I did my own research, allowed myself time to process and cry. Come to terms, and eventually begin working on a game plan for myself.
When Trevor did come home, it was a process of sitting him down on the couch and talking him through it all with everything organized on my laptop. Trevor tried so hard to understand, but I knew it would be a lot of trial and visual learning for him. And I had been right.
“So.. so, this is what you have?” He pointed to the computer screen. I nodded. “And.. it’s permanent?”
“Yeah, babe.” Trevor nodded. He tried to understand. What did autoimmune mean? What was Lupus? Why did it have to have so many big words attached to it?
“So.. where does all the treatment start?”
“Do you have to take medicines?”
“Are you gonna be okay?”
“We can still be together, right?”
“This is a lot.”
I answered most of the questions, at least the ones I knew answers to. The others I promised to answer when I knew what to say.
Trevor got so tense with himself when he was home. We used to be a pretty rambunctious couple, but after I got prescribed blood thinners, and the body aches got worse, a lot of that changed. Trevor became far more timid around me, and at first he was as gentle as a toddler when touching a newborn baby. I helped set the pace for what was okay and what wasn’t.
“T, lemme see that ribbon.” I reached across the living room floor. I tried to snatch up the red ribbon before his hand flew out to take it.
“Let me curl the ribbon.” Something I had always done during Christmases. But it involved open scissors.
“Trevor, it’s fine…”
“Yeah but.. what if you cut yourself? Just teach me how to do it.”
Outside and inside of the bedroom, we set paces together.
“Should I- maybe…” Trevor shifted, causing me to groan. Worst time to ask questions is when you’re already in somebody.
“Trevor.. you don’t have to be so gentle.” I reached up to rest a hand on his forearm. “Why don’t I take the lead this time?” He relented and turned us over. He feared hurting me even when he didn’t do much.
“I’ll be fine, okay? Just pay attention. I promise I’ll tell you if it ever hurts, or if something is wrong.”
I’d always told Trevor that he did extremely well, but he wasn’t perfect. I didn’t expect him to be. And accidents happened.
“Babe?” Sometimes the rashes simply broke out over night.
“Trevor, Shh.” I tried to roll away from him, but when his fingers ghosted over the irritated skin on my face, I gasped at the feeling.
“Fuck- T!” I scolded, my eyes opened immediately.
He hated when he felt like he messed up. I hated when I scolded him for things he didn’t mean to do.
“…I told Jamie you weren’t feeling good anyway, so he went out without us.” Trevor had been rambling for a while, both of us in the bathroom doing our own thing. He was busy grabbing an extra roll of paper towels from the cabinet under the sink. I was trying to brush my teeth. I attempted to step out of the way when Trevor harshly pushed the cabinet door shut, but the corner skinned my calf anyway. I gasped, and managed to choke on toothpaste in the process.
“Oh shit! I’m so sorry!” Trevor was frantic all evening over my leg, apologizing over and over. After we got the arguably minimal amount of bleeding to stop, he still peeled back the bandages every so often to make sure everything was okay. I had to tell Trevor we were wasting bandaids.
The days when I felt absolutely disgusted with myself were the worst. I hadn’t lost all my hair, but it certainly thinned. And I hated looking in mirrors when my rashes got so bad that my skin would crack and bleed. Showers became hell. Trevor started to take them with me more often.
“It’s okay, baby.” He ran his hands through my hair, never commenting on the tiny strands that would remain on his hands long after he pulled them away. I stood tucked into his chest, arms folded up between us, fully enveloped by him.
My flawless boyfriend.
“I know it irritates.” Washing my body was the hardest on days when the rashes were all over. The dry skin never took well to the water, even if it provided a momentary relief.
There were days Trevor wouldn’t even bother with a washcloth. He would put the body wash on his hands and run them over my body from top to bottom. It made me cry. I would never understand how one emotion caused him to completely shift his personality around me.
Love was a powerful feeling, I suppose.
Love turned Trevor from a rambunctious loud, abrasive guy. Into a completely devoted and caring man. A gentle, expressive, and considerate man.
“We’re almost done,” he whispered as he ran his hands down my legs, kissing the patchy skin on my calves and ankles. I found the rashes were always the worst on my ankles after I wore shoes for long periods of time. The tongues of said shoes always rubbed my skin uncomfortably. I had to buy longer socks to help with that.
After Trevor finished lathering my body in wash, he’d trail his hands back up and all over. Sometimes I was lucky enough to sit on the lip of the tub while he shaved my legs. Times when my body hurt too bad to stand very long, or even bend over, he offered to help. Those moments he often found it easiest to make jokes and cheer me up.
“Haven’t mowed the lawn in a long time, eh?” He mumbled with a cheeky grin as he knelt in front of me, pulling my foot up onto his thigh while the other hand reached for my shaving cream. I giggled and ruffled his wet hair. Sometimes I found his comments embarrassing, but he was a guy. He was bound to find the weirdest statements amusing.
“I love you so much, T.” I whispered while his nose was scrunched and his brow was furrowed, face inches from my knee as he tried hard not to cut it with the razor. Hands that used to pinch and gently smack me when he was teasing or play fighting. Hands that used to throw me around like a rag doll after I challenged him to a wrestling match, now so light and tender. Like I was fine china.
Trevor also learned that dab-drying worked better for my skin than rubbing the towel all over my body after showers. It got the job of drying done, but it was far easier on my body.
I loved the tactic, but what I loved even more was the little sounds he’d make while he did it. They always made me laugh. Trevor always found a way to make our abnormal routines funny or cute. He always wanted to distract me from the fact that our lives were different.
After he’d finish drying my body, he’d whisk me away into the bedroom and how I felt usually dictated what we did next.
If I was tired, we’d take a nap. In pain, he’d give me one hell of a massage. The occasions I ended up horny? Trevor fixed that too.
And through Trevor’s learning, Jamie picked up on things too. When Trevor was on road trips and I was stuck with Jame, I learned I could lean on him. He was always one call away when I needed him. Even if it meant yelling across the house.
“Jamie!”
“I’m coming!” His thudding and rushed footsteps always endeared me.
“Hey!”
At times he’d find me on the floor.
“Hey, what happened?” He rushed to my side, helped me up slowly, and assured himself that I wasn’t injured.
“Guess I just can’t walk today…” I mumbled, embarrassed. The joint pain was always the worst to handle when I needed to be active.
“Alright.. what do you need to me to do?”
I found that Jamie was still on the ‘what do you needs?’ While Trevor already knew seconds in advance. And Trevor was far more confident with my illness than Jamie was.
He’d often text Trevor on my bad days to let him know. He’d also sit with me on the couch, never too touchy, not wanting to cross any lines. But when we’d sit at opposite ends -watching anything on the tv- occasionally, he’d pull my feet into his lap and gently rub them or my legs.
When Trevor would return from those long road trips, he’d always see me and tend to my needs and profess his love, before asking if I needed new pills, or if I needed him to stop by the store for anything. He’d been a domestic disaster before I got my diagnosis. Now, he was one of the most domestic guys I knew.
“This is it? Everything on this list?”
“All the groceries we need for the week. Yup.”
“Okay.. did you ask Jamie if he wanted anything?” I smiled and nodded. We were always taking care of Jamie.
“The store bought cookies are for him. And the purple Gatorade.”
“Okay. I’ll be back. Then I’m making dinner.”
Those words brought a huge smile to my face.
“Can’t wait, Trev.”
Sometimes I would go with him, but only on days when I felt on top of the world. Usually I tried to spend those days going out, but Trevor was always afraid I’d overdo it.
On those good days when he turned out to be right, he never told me so, or shook his head or laughed at me. He’d simply welcome me home with open arms and a sympathetic expression. Because he knew how much I missed my normality. How much I missed my old life.
And often times when I dwelled too much on that, he was always there.
“You’re beautiful. And I love you so much. And I’m happy with where we are right now. I’m happy to look after you, and love on you, and I’m happy you let me stand by you.”
His confessions were often spoken whispers in the darkness of our bedroom at night. Or on the rooftop. He hated when I went up there alone, but he still found me there from time to time.
He sat behind me, pulled me against his back between his legs, and wrapped his arms around me.
“We’re doing this together. I’ve been here from day one, and I’m not leaving now. I’m already in too deep.” He smiled. His breathy laugh would make me giggle.
“I’ve already seen too much.” He added with a playful touch of horror in his tone. I reached behind myself to slap his chest. I knew he was genuine. I knew he loved me. And I hoped he would never leave me. He always told me he was there until our last days on this earth. Until we both ceased to exist.
“I promise I’m sticking around. Me and Jambo. But mostly me.”
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#nhl imagine#nhl x reader#trevor zegras#trevor zegras x reader#trevor zegras imagine#jack hughes#quinn hughes#Jamie Drysdale
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i need some royal!scara x servant!reader brainrot and pls give me a happy ending my poor soul can't take it anymore!! ily!
thank you sm for requesting! i hope this turned out somewhat to your liking and if you were thinking smth a bit dif you can always req again :)!
whose the cruelest of them all-?
synopsis: scara is a mean ruler but for some reason he just so sweet to you
warnings: abuse of power bc scara is mean, if you squint it probs is a bit suggestive but not by much, a bit angsty bc reader is a peasant but i think the ending is kinda cute
characters: royal!scaramouche x reader
notes: this was sorta hard to write i had no idea what direction i wanted to go with this, im working on being more descriptive with my writing so if you have any tips or constructive criticism that would be so appreciated hope you enjoy!
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rumors of your prince spread rapidly through the kingdoms of teyvat. they all spoke of a tyrant with too much power disregarding his helpless people, starving and desperate for their ruler to save them. they say he belittles and berates his servants to the point of tears at the slightest mistake. some even believe that prince scaramouche was not human, just the shell of a man with no heart at all.
you scowled at those rumors, they were nothing but wrong, the prince was kindest as ever to you. not once has he ever belittled you, he was generous enough to offer his palace as a home to you and the other servants, how dare they speak of him that way.
"oh is that my precious servant? come, sit." he beckoned, hand curling towards you and his lap. he had a glint of mischief in his dull eyes. often when it was dinner for the prince and he would ask for you to accompany him as he feasted claiming, 'no meal was enjoyable without his favorite little servant with him'. your cheeks flushed, eyes glued to the ground as you followed your princes orders to him. your hands clenched together as you knew the other servants were glarihn at you, the prince's little play thing. the stares they gave you as you placed yourself between his thighs were unbareable, you could hear what they were saying in their minds. as soon as you got comfortable, scaramocuhe disregarded his food, all his attention on you. your cheeks were practically on fire as he nuzzled into your neck, rough, frigid hands traveling to meet yours.
"people are staring, your highness…" you muttured. he knew how this seemed, how inappropriate it was but still scara shrugged as he placed small kisses onto the nape of your neck. the lavender eyed prince looked up breifly to see a handful of servants trying to hide their gazes. "let them stare," he chuckled "let these nosy rodents watch how i cherish you, my favorite little servant." with his finger, he turned your chin back to him, where his eyes met yours. the prince seldom smiled, but you could sense a sly grin on his lips, he leaned into your ear whispering, "i'd stare too if i was an adorable servant purchased on my rulers lap, huh?" after teasing you, he plucked a strawberry off of his plate, and held in the air infront of you. "open" he comanded. you parted your lips and took a bite of the juicy fruit. sometimes, you could forget the eyes that stared daggers, and the nasty words they spoke of when scaramouche treated you so sweetly. it made you warm inside, like you were on top of the world.
you knew scaramouche saw you as entertainment; it was too good to be true for him to really truly love you. you were just a servant dressed in rags, but you didnt care though. there are times where he had you wrapped in his arms, playing with your hair gently as he cooed at you, the rare times he gifted you expensive jewlery others would faint over, even gifting you a crown of your own. maybe he really did care for you in his own way you hoped. you were insignificant next scaramouche, but sometimes he made you feel like royalty.
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#genshin impact#genshin fluff#genshin headcanons#genshin impact headcanons#genshin impact scenarios#genshin scenarios#genshin x reader#genshin impact fluff#genshin impact angst#scaramouche fluff#genshin scaramouche#genshin impact scaramouche#scaramouche x reader#genshin scara#scaramouche x gn reader#wanderer x reader#wanderer
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idk why i just saw your response to the dadko image but it made me die. like holding someone by the shirt makes you a parent huh LOL
Honestly Zuko is really out here doing the bare minimum lmao. Like I can kinda see why people call him the Gaang's dad (if I squint really hard) but he just really doesn't have that vibe to me.
Especially that most of the qualities that make uin the dad friend are very similar to the ones Toph exhibits. Grumpy, sorta headstrong and pretty goal oriented? But of course calling Toph the dad friend is kinda silly because gender roles lmao.
In fact, I think the same qualities that get Zuko crowned as group dad often have people calling Toph a petulant child. Eh, the duality of how we view male and female characters ig.
Anyway I vote to replace Dadko with Dad Friend Toph, who's with me?
#the true father figure#toph beifong#avatar#atla#zuko#avatar: the last airbender#the last airbender#avatar the last airbender#atla toph#avatar toph#toph#dadko#anti dadko
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Lemniscate (the place between sleeping and awake)
a chance encounter with your superior during a very lonely holiday season leads to an interesting conversation and an insight on yours and Ghost’s relationship.
Pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader
rbs greatly appreciated!
WC: 4,8k
a/n: i had to repost this bc tumblr was being fussy and hiding it oops. also i was listening to so handsome hello by woodkid while writing this so there’s my song rec for the day. i am down bad for this man someone help me! thank u loml @deafeningcat for being the best beta reader ever, always <3
warnings: explicit talk about death, war, trauma and violence, suggestive, profanity, ghost being ooc, sex as a coping mechanism for ptsd, heavy antimilitarism, angst to fluff, slight prey and size kink if you squint, non intentional liverpool slander, reader is part of 141, soap calls you "bonnie" once but otherwise no gender especified for reader, reader thinks they can fix him and is sorta emotionally dependent so its kinda toxic idk, intentional repeating of words, christmas/holidays ambience. MDNI
The puddles rippled under your boots, and right there under the faint street light which reflected the light drizzle of rain darkening the already pitch black night sky, you remembered how much you hate the holidays. Sure, it felt nice not having to worry that much about being ambushed or shot or killed for once, but you’d be lying if you said you looked forward to having time off from work. Having spent the last few years constantly living on edge, running solely on the primal instinct of survival for weeks on end had you addicted to the adrenaline, and you forgot what it’s like to be completely at ease a long time ago.
You felt your skin dampen under your clothes in the humid air. You haven’t bothered with an umbrella; you have been through worse. Liverpool was never your cup of tea, the sky was too gray and the wind felt like tiny needles attacking your skin on the rare occasion it wasn’t raining, and in moments like these you missed the scorching summer sun from your hometown. But again, could you really call it home? That thought had been lingering in the back of your head as an ugly reminder of one of the shittiest parts of your job ever since a few days ago when the base you were stationed in was filled with the sound of rambunctious laughter and the smell of cheap cigarettes and beer, all of it a reflect of a mission well done. The intel was useful, the danger was dealt with, and your teammates could not be more grateful the timing was just right so that they could go spend some time off with their families for the holidays. You weren’t really thinking too hard about it, too absorbed in your teasing banter with Gaz, until Soap turned to you.
“What about you, bonnie? Where ya spendin’ your holidays at? Going home?”
You had shaken your head no with a chuckle, swallowing the bad taste the word home left in your mouth and masking your discomfort. Having all their attention on you as your team mates waited for your answer wasn’t inherently bad, but you did have to ignore Simon’s piercing stare from across the group, focusing only on Soap and trying to not give in to your instinct of looking back at your Lieutenant. As the years went by, you’d found out that was just the way that he was, and you had to learn how to differentiate when he actually wanted for someone to be scared by his constant, terrifying eye contact, and when to know he was simply looking in your general vicinity. Not that it worked that well, of course, since just his massive presence and the low timbre of his voice could make anyone’s fight or flight instinct blare sirens in their head, and yet, at some point you realized you liked it. You felt like a prey under his gaze, and the fact that it both terrified and excited you was intoxicating.
“Nah. I’m heading to Liverpool, i think, as usual”
Being in Liverpool for you was far from pleasant, but a few years before you decided to go there for your time off just because it was closer to the base you were stationed in and you had nowhere else to go, and it became a tradition, even if it sometimes felt like self punishment. It certainly seemed like it, you thought as you wandered aimlessly through a quieter part of the city, occasionally passing through a group of tipsy barely-of-age kids, or a happy looking family going back to the comfort of their cozy homes together. It made your chest ache, but the loneliness got duller after so much time being surrounded only by the 141 members and having to watch so many people you knew die on the front lines.
“Do you regret it? Joining the military?”
You had asked Ghost one day after you two had to get holed up in a dingy safe house, trying to pass the time while waiting for exfil. He had stared at you for a few seconds, silently, and you wondered if you had crossed a line by asking something way too personal, but in a moment he was back to staring at the worn out coffee table in front of the couch you were in.
“No. I did what had to be done at the time.”
While somewhat cryptic, you accepted his answer without prying for more, but after a few seconds he looked back at you, not going unnoticed how his eyes looked a bit more tired than usual.
“Do you?”
You remember sighing.
“Everyday. War is hell.”
He only hummed in response, putting an end to the conversation that had barely been started, but your mind dwelled on your answer. It seemed like ages ago when you were a starry-eyed private, having been fooled by the military propaganda promising you’d be a hero, but that resolve quickly broke a few months later in your first mission, and you certainly didn’t feel like a hero after taking someone else’s life for the first time.
Lost in thought as you walked, you almost paid no mind to the man in your path that was leaning towards a lamp post and having a cigarette, if not for the fact that even from a distance you could see he was massive. There was only one person you knew that seemed as tall as that, and that was your-
“Lieutenant?” You squinted, being pretty sure you couldn’t mistake your towering 6’4 masked superior over someone else, and he acknowledged you with a look. If he was surprised to see you, he didn't show it. “Liverpool sure is tiny, huh? I thought you were from Manchester.”
“I am.”
His answers were rarely something other than short and dry, and he knew you knew better than to pry into his own personal reasonings, even because you also had no real reason to stick around that city and yet there you were. Still, the laidback-ish atmosphere of being between missions made it easier for you to act a little more daring than usual, treading lightly as you questioned him, unable to hold back your curiosity. Alas, you found yourself hypnotized by the way Simon’s full lips wrapped around his cigarette as he took a slow drag, waiting for you to say something.
“Heading somewhere?” Your voice sounded foreign even to yourself, and you didn’t know whether to blame the cold, the awkwardness of feeling like you were bothering your superior on his time off, or the way just being by his general vicinity made your chest ache with a feeling you hadn’t quite been able to name yet, but you shrugged all of it off and focused on trying to act as normally as possible.
“Not really. Are you?”
“Not really” You mimicked his words, smiling faintly and wanting to imagine that you actually saw mirth in his eyes. “Lookin’ for a pub that’s still open, but I'm not having too much luck with it.” You paused, unable to stop the next words that came out of your mouth. “Care to join me?”
Ghost pondered your bold request for a moment before putting out his cigarette by stepping on it and nodding with his head for you to lead the way. His way of communicating with so little words made you uneasy at first, but nowadays you’d find it endearing.
And that’s how you ended up in a beaten up looking pub near the port, sitting side by side with Simon by the bar, acutely aware of the bartender eyeing you two warily. You weren’t sure if he was angry for the fact that the bar actually had customers, which meant he couldn’t go enjoy time off at home, or if he was intimidated by Ghost. Maybe both. It was an otherwise cozy little pub, the warm lighting and the low ceiling made you feel slightly comforted by your surroundings, even if there were only three other customers around and the air smelled of burnt oil and deep fried food. You tapped your fingers on the wooden surface of the bar while waiting for the grumpy bartender to bring your beer, comfortable with the silence between you and Simon. When it arrived, you watched with a side eye, trying to be discreet, as he raised his mask slightly to take a sip of his bourbon, even if you knew he had noticed you.
Ghost’s face was somewhat familiar to you. Less than his body, admittedly.
There were a handful of times you had seen him without his mask, but you had barely committed its features to memory since it had mostly been in the dark confines of his quarters - which made you think how nice it must be to have a rank high enough to have your own room - and in times where staring at his face was not the first thing on your mind. It didn’t matter anyway, knowing he really was handsome after all under the balaclava didn’t change how your chest would tighten at the sight of him way before you dreamt of seeing his whole face.
Being alone with your superior was hardly foreign at this point, after so many years and everything you had been through together, and while you had never said it directly to him, his company was enjoyable. You remember clearly; It had happened the first time during mid summer after a mission gone particularly wrong in Somalia. One hour in the shower later, scrubbing your skin raw, you still felt dirty and grimy, as if you believed you could let go along with the blood-dirtied water the screams of all the civilians you had heard and the image ingrained into your brain of all the innocent people lying dead on the streets, massacred without a second thought. You tried showering, smoking, drinking, going for a walk, talking to your fellow team mates - all of them who looked just about as shaken as you were - but nothing could get your mind off of it. Mid walk, you had rounded a corner inside the base and locked eyes with Ghost, who was coming from the opposite direction, and, for reasons unknown, something instantly changed in the air between you. Sure, you had flirted a bit and perhaps given some indication of your attraction towards him before, but at that moment maybe you looked more distraught than you thought, and in only a split second after the very sudden eye contact, a non-verbal agreement was set, and quickly you found yourself glued to his broad chest, his hand lifting his mask just enough so you could connect your lips in a messy and aggressive kiss as he guided you to the door of his room. There’s no way to tell how long you were there for, but as you felt him blindly in the dark to hug his neck while he was inside you for the nth time, you were grateful he didn’t comment on your sobs that you now allowed to flow as freely as your tears, and, in turn, you didn’t comment on how tender your huge, scary superior could be, holding your face gently and whispering praises, comforting you the best he could.
It became something akin of a habit. At first it was just fucking to destress or to not have to deal in a proper way with all the trauma that came with your line of work, but then you started to linger. His touches became gentler, his big hands would stroke your skin instead of just gripping it hard enough to bruise, and you found yourself staring at his strong and scarred back one morning as he slept somewhat soundly beside you. Your hands itched to trace them, and at the moment you decided you wouldn’t mind sharing a bed, literally, with your superior more often, it was when you also realized you were fucked. To the others, surely it looked just like a very unethical and paperwork-worthy sexual tension, but you weren’t stupid, and not a teenager anymore, so you couldn’t find any excuses for the lingering glances and touches, how you started worrying more for him in battlefield, and you didn’t know if it was comforting or terrifying for you to think that he probably realized what was going on inside your head whenever he looked back at you, even if his hardened and unreadable gaze never faltered. Some nights, you’d find yourself alone in your cot wondering if you were imagining it all or if the longing you felt for his reciprocity was too delusional, and the thought made your throat ache in the worst way possible. You knew it was a bad idea, but you were unable to restrain yourself from finding your way back to his bed more often than not - and whenever he’d open the door for you when the base was already dead silent, realizing he also seemed glad to see you made all of your rational thoughts go out the window.
“Quit the starin’.”
Oh. Right. You were still looking at him. You muttered out a low sorry and looked down at your cup, well aware of Simon’s gaze burning holes into your face. So much for not staring.
“Why don’t you ever go home?”
There’s that word again. You wondered if your experience with feeling so stateless after fleeing from the place you used to call your own such a long time ago was that uncommon between soldiers, and suddenly the beer in your tongue didn’t taste that bitter anymore.
“It was just a place like any other. I’m afraid there hasn’t been anythin’ for me there in a while, so i guess i don’t really got one anymore.”
But again, you did wonder why Simon was all the way over to Liverpool and not Manchester, and a part of you selfishly hoped you weren’t alone with the gut wrenching feeling of not belonging anywhere but your base. Not that he’d ever admit to something like that. Simon was not the kind of man to say his thoughts clearly, or with words, for that matter.
“No family? Friends?”
Chuckling dryly, you’d let yourself linger a bit longer on Ghost’s sudden interest in actually knowing you more than physically if his bluntness didn’t amuse you in a bitter way.
“People realize really quickly how hard it is to keep relationships with someone who’s gone for months on end, and could very well be dead in a ditch the next time you try to call. Can’t say I blame ‘em.”
Simon said nothing in response, but his gaze on you seemed to soften a bit. Experiencing him outside of the battlefield was the kind of thing that would surely give you whiplash, years of military experience and living through horrors beyond comprehension would, of course, make him have a dangerous and reserved aura 24/7, but watching him let loose just a little bit and allow himself to be minimally vulnerable through his gaze and casually, softer spoken words were a new sort of fascinating. He was never the kind of person to ask things out of politeness, no, he was brazen and direct, so his genuine curiosity in you made it difficult to calm your already palpitating heartbeat.
Under the lights of a very dimly lit pub in East Liverpool, you were seeing not Ghost, not your Lieutenant, but only Simon Riley. You came to the conclusion you really liked this side of him. So, you decided to take your chances and prod a little bit more.
“What about you, Lieutenant? Where is home for you?”
“Classified.”
You chuckled, and a tiny, barely-there smirk formed on his lips before he hid it with the rim of his bourbon glass. It was worth a try.
You lost track of how long you were sitting there, in silence, just listening to the static-ish audio of the shitty television on the corner of the bar or the idle chat of other patrons, occasionally muttering something to Ghost, but it all felt superficial. You wanted to jump him, to strip him bare, not of his clothes, but of all of him that was a façade, and lay down every word left unsaid. Maybe it was selfish, but you wanted him to let you care for him the way he cared for you. For every time he’d wordlessly patch up your wounds in a dirty alleyway, push you out of a sniper’s line of sight or bark orders for you to get to fucking safety, you wanted to help him through each nightmare (that he thought you didn’t notice it plagued his nights more often than not, leaving him restless the next day), and hold him close when the throes of carrying a whole team and an entire life of trauma on his back became too much to bear on his own. You felt like a fool, pining over a man who made no effort to hide how little he trusted people.
Soon enough, the pub grew quieter and more devoid of people, and at some point you and Ghost decided the bartender’s gaze was way too unwelcoming, as he clearly wanted to go home, so you wordlessly decided to go back to your aimless wandering. A few of your old army colleagues wouldn’t hesitate to pull off their military card to get what they wanted, whenever and however they wanted, but just the thought made your stomach turn in disgust. Your blood stained hands didn’t feel like the ones of a hero that deserved to be pampered.
“Why are you still here anyway?”
He had asked you a few days after your conversation in that dingy safehouse. You had found yourself brushing shoulders side by side together after you went out for a smoke in the base, running into him leaned against a parked truck, lost in thought. For some reason, the question made you feel ashamed to meet his eyes, even if his tone wasn’t accusatory; just curious.
“I feel like it’s too late for me. I’ve seen too much. There’s nothing else I know how to do at this point.”
Your tongue felt like lead inside your mouth. A part of you longed for an early retirement so you could live a quiet and monotonous life somewhere in the countryside, but you also knew most people with your lifestyle wouldn’t live enough to see retirement. Alas, deep inside you felt like it was impossible to not grow restless if you were to live a life free of the adrenaline you embraced as a vice. It felt hypocritical, suffering over the consequences of your own choices, but God knows you’d leave in a heartbeat if you weren’t already too far deep in. You’d suppose becoming a soldier had its good sides, though, even if just the idea of finding any comfort in your work made you uneasy. Surely you’d never have met the 141 otherwise and, consequently, made them your little dysfunctional found family. You’d hold onto that for the sake of your sanity. On your side, Ghost hummed, acknowledging what you were saying, and maybe you’d find he could relate to your feelings, somehow.
“It’s difficult to let go of a whole life of violence.”
His words had stuck with you, as wise and cryptic in a way only he managed to pull it off.
Outside, the drizzle seemed to have gotten a bit stronger in the last few hours, but neither of you cared enough for it. It didn’t feel that bad compared to the storms that rained over you in open fields or the mud you’d have to crawl across to stay hidden sometimes. You’d feel pretty stupid if this little rain actually got you sick, but that was a worry for future you. It didn’t even cross your mind to ask Ghost if you were heading somewhere, you just followed him blindly, analyzing him in silence and noticing he looked good in civilian clothes, the plain black hoodie fitting him perfectly. From the little distance you walked besides him, you could notice he was smelling good, a mixture of cologne and his natural musk which you were already very well acquainted with.
The street was clearly in a commercial district, and it felt even quieter than the one you were before. All the stores were closed with only a faint night light illuminating a few of their interiors, and you appreciated the faint smell of the sea by being somewhat close to the port.
You enjoyed the stillness of it all and the lack of people to make you jealous with their normal, happy lives.
Subconsciously, you barely noticed that you ended up scooting even closer to Simon as you walked, happy he didn’t seem to mind it.
Suddenly, he stopped mid-walk, and you became hyper aware of how much you were staring at him. God, you felt like a creep. After a second, he spoke in a murmur, not turning to look at you.
“Since when?”
You waited for him to elaborate what he meant, but it never came. Chuckling nervously, you peered up at him, confused.
“Since when…what?”
Finally, he turned to look at you with something indescribable in his eyes. It made you feel small, like he wanted to devour you, but it also made your heart leap in your chest, like he wanted to devour you.
“I know how you feel about me. You’re not very subtle about it. I’m not bloody stupid, kid. ”
Your head snapped towards him at his harsh words, even if his low voice and gentle-ish tone didn’t quite reflect the true nature of them, but any witty reply you had died down once you saw how his eyes were downturned in unease.
Oh.
Oh.
You realized what he’s talking about, and turns out your late night musings were right - at least part of them. Simon leaves no opening to figure out by his body language what the bringing up of the topic means to him. Maybe he doesn’t care. Maybe he will reject you and reprimand you for being unprofessional (as if loving him was more unprofessional than fucking your superior). Maybe-
“I’m…not sure.” You admit, refusing to meet his steely gaze. “It just…happened. Stopped being just casual sex a while ago.”
His silence makes seconds feel like hours. You try to control your labored breathing by listening to the soft pitter-patter of the rain that’s back to drizzling on the store awning you’re both under. A part of you wishes the rain would suddenly get so strong it would break the awning and drag you away with the current from Simon’s soul-crushing silence. You feel stupid, foolish.
Fool, fool, fool-
He closes the distance between your bodies. Having never paid much detailed attention to the rare occasions when gloves didn’t adorn his hands outside the bedroom, you suddenly notice how much his palms feel a pleasant kind of rough and calloused when they don’t carry the intent of ravaging you, so big against your face as he gently cradles you. Of course, he knows you’re a soldier, not some porcelain doll to be easily broken, but God knows how much seeing him hold you as if you’re something precious makes your once-labored breathing come to a halt altogether. His eyes are soft, half lidded, and uncertain on you as he murmurs out sorrowfully.
“You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into, kid.”
For the first time ever, you feel like you’re the only person who’s ever seen Simon Riley look scared. You don’t know if he’s afraid of hurting you or the other way around.
Instinctively, your own hands gingerly go to the top of his in a light caress, and you fight against the urge to close your eyes and breathe in his musk as you lean into his touch. This up close he also smells faintly like cigarettes.
“Maybe not.” You admit, and you hope he can notice the way you look up at him with hearts in your eyes and willing to wear your own on your sleeve. “But I want to find out.”
He doesn’t really smile - he almost never does - , but his gaze holds a promise in it, a vow. One of his hands leaves your face to hike up his mask, and you expect it to stop just below his nose, as always, but he keeps going until it rests on top of his dirty blonde hair, making your breath hitch once again. You were wrong about him; you didn’t need to strip him bare, no, you realize he’d do it for you if you asked. A long time ago you decided you didn’t give a shit about how his face looked, but you made sure to take a good look at him, finally committing his features to memory, acknowledging his trust in you and also how much you really were a fool by underestimating it before. The stubble on his jaw feels coarse under your fingertips, and you indulge yourself by lightly tracing the scar on his lip the way you wanted to do with all of his marks ever since that morning. It occurs to you that even when the hookups turned into something more, you had never seen him so vulnerable, and it sets an equally giddy and unsettling feeling in the pit of your stomach, as if you were witnessing something you weren’t supposed to, but you weren’t about to question his resolve. Taking the reins - as he always does - his lips are on yours in an instant, and you swear you’d die happily at that instant.
The way he kisses you is something new, slow and passionate, as if trying to savor every piece of you at his pace and communicate what he doesn’t know how to put into words. You’d kissed before, sure, but it was always animalistic, an aggressive dance filled with wanton growls deep from his throat and your involuntary whines whenever he would bite your lip - a gazelle in the jaws of a lion - and in the occasions sex was tender, it was most likely because something bad had happened, and you’d hide your face in the crook of his neck so he could pretend not to notice how much you needed it - him - to cope and how much his touch kept you grounded; you’d like to imagine yours made him feel something of the sorts as well. Simon Riley was not the type of man to engage in raw emotional affairs without getting something out of it. And yet, as you close your eyes to hug his neck, bringing his large body impossibly closer to yours, you feel like he is finally giving all of him to you in the rawest way he knows how to. Of course, you’re not teenagers, and with the way of life you lead, emotional attachment can make any soldier feel dreadful for their future, so it would be foolish to expect a full on love confession in the rain, but, if anything, you suddenly realize you can feel Simon’s heart beating fast on his chest through your own, and that is enough for you, making you smile against him.
When you separate, there’s still minimal distance between you two, the air around you feels lighter, and you surround yourself in affection by the way Simon looks down at you adoringly. Any outsider would be quick to say he has the look of a stone cold predator, and he is as unreadable as they come, but once you start dealing with the true man under the mask - even if only figuratively -, you realize that his eyes are truly the window of his soul, and any words left unspoken you’d die to uncover are visible in his dark hues the moment he looks at you. A few blocks away, a clock tower strikes midnight and you spare the building a look from where you can see it.
“Merry Christmas, Simon.” You murmur, knowing full well religious holidays are neither yours or Simon’s thing. The irony of it all is lost when he huffs out a small noise of amusement and distances himself just enough to extend his arm for you to take, his gaze never leaving your form. You could point out he hasn’t really lowered his mask yet but you enjoy the view too much so you might as well indulge in it while he doesn’t remember to do so. His bicep is thick and strong under your fingers as you grip him gently, and he nods forward beyond the awning.
“It stopped raining. Let's get going.”
#i stayed up until 5 am yesterday writing this i hope y'all like it mwah#cod#cod mw22#cod mwii#cod modern warfare#call of duty#call of duty mw2#call of duty mwii#call of duty modern warfare 2#simon riley#simon ghost riley#simon riley x reader#simon ghost riley x reader#simon riley smut#ghost x reader#ghost smut#cod ghost#cod simon riley#cod smut#capy.writes
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Through Your Eyes | Part 1 - Hit the Ground Running (Joel x Reader)
A/N: Ahhhh! This is here!!! So. This is just an idea that I had, and I literally texted my friends screaming about it, and it’s been nonstop for the last few days, it just kept developing. It’ll be multi-part, unsure yet how long, it keeps growing. I’ve always loved Jackson Joel, his relationship with Ellie, and I’ve wanted more of their dynamic since day one. So here is a weird hybrid of both the game and show universe, but mostly game. I haven’t decided where exactly this will or will not deviate from canon yet, so bear with me. Here we go!
I do not own The Last of Us or it’s characters. Sadly. But I carry them in my heart. Does that count for something? My soul says yes.
Warnings: Tooth rotting fluff, and Joel is a warning in and of himself in this one. Canon typical swearing. No specific age specified for reader, aside from her remembering life before the outbreak, so I leave that up to you. No use of Y/N. Mention of loss. (Spoilers if you haven’t watched the show/played the game.) Ellie is a menace and having a Hard Time™️. Arguing? Banter. Some of Joel’s Texan accent. (You’ve been warned.) I guess kinda sorta spoilers for TLoU 2? Like if you squint? And not really???
Word count: 8,885
Thank you to @fordo-kixed-rex and @grippingbeskar for your endless hours helping me over goodness knows how long since I started this, for reading this over for me and letting me know I’m not crazy, and screaming with me about this man that captured our hearts first in the form of pixels.
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Xxx
The door slamming below made some trinkets on your shelf rattle. That’s the third time today. A soft groan drifted up to you through the floorboards, coated in frustration and anger.
When you’d arrived in Jackson, the only new, private space available had been a spot above somebody else’s house. Technically in somebody else’s house. And technically it wasn’t even a place. When you arrived, you realized someone had literally volunteered their attic, spacious as it was, with several windows and a private doorway leading down through the home.
A mattress had been tossed in the middle of the floor, and it’d been so long since you’d seen a real, honest to goodness mattress, you didn’t care about the rest of the place. It suddenly felt like a castle.
That first night you’d flopped down on the fluffy padding on the floor, smiling as your body bounced a few times from the impact, the springs inside whining in protest, before you promptly fell asleep.
Sunlight streaming in through one of the windows early the next morning woke you up, making you blink bleary eyes open when it danced across your peaceful features.
With a stretch and heavy sigh, you didn’t move a muscle, but simply darted your eyes around your new small space, fully taking in the barren walls and the pile of junk leftover from whoever owned this house before the world went to hell. Curiosity got the better of you, pulling you to the pile like a magnet, on a search for something, you weren’t quite sure what yet.
Several hours later, you were lost deep in thought, the tip of your tongue sticking between your teeth in concentration when someone clearing their throat just off to your side made you jump. “Fuck!” You hissed, tossing the little metal toy you had in one hand in surprise, the screwdriver from your other hand being clutched in your grip like a vice, reared back and ready to be thrown at the intruder.
“Just me,” the man from downstairs mumbled. What was his name again? “Sorry.”
Sighing, you deflated, letting your hands fall to the mattress below you with a thump, your face scrunched in pain. “Shit, I bit my tongue.” Reaching up to rub your jaw, you glared at the man. “Maybe knock next time?”
He stared at you for a long minute, his eyes watching as you cradled your face, mumbling forlornly about your tongue. “I did,” he finally said lowly. “Twice.”
“Oh.” You heaved another sigh, this one heavier than the last, before plopping back on the mattress behind you, wincing and reaching under your back to pull out the plastic action figure that had poked you in the back. Looking at it, you grinned softly. “Was that your gun, or were you just happy to see me?”
Something between a scoff and a snort left the man still standing awkwardly by your door, pulling your attention back to him.
Everything had been so rushed when you’d moved in, something about a patrol spotting clickers nearby and the lack of space giving everyone a headache, you’d barely caught a glimpse of your housemates as someone ushered you past them, up into the attic late last night. You’d also made a point to stare at the floor as you walked past, not wanting to see the ire of the people who’d been woken up to open their home to you.
With no desire to dwell on your time before Jackson, you focused on the man in front of you, taking in his curious eyes and weathered features. The tilt of his brow told you people tended to run from him, his jaw set in a stern angle as his eyes darted around the room.
“Sorry, I know it’s a mess, I’ll clean it up.” Pushing up onto your elbows, you tossed the action figure to the side. “I assumed that pile was from before the outbreak, I hope I didn’t-”
“It was. All that was here b’fore Ellie and I moved in. Seemed a shame to waste it, and didn’t bother me none to sit in a corner, so….” Taking a few steps, he picked up the little metal car you’d been scraping at when he walked in, smiling fondly. “I had one’f these.” His expression darkened. “‘till my brother broke it.” After staring at it a moment, he looked up at you, handing it back to you gently. “What were you doin’ with it?”
“Oh.” Flustering a bit, being caught out for something you usually kept relegated to your home wherever that happened to be, you took a minute to think, staring at the chipped blue paint on the little car. “I…. I like to restore things. Bring little pieces of what we lost back. Especially toys. I remember as a kid…. As a kid the joy of just one new toy was….”
“Nothin’ like it,” he agreed softly.
You nodded, meeting his eyes, the kindness you saw hidden there catching you off guard. You’d expected judgment. In this world nowadays frivolous things weren’t usually accepted so readily.
“That yours?” He pointed to the little fanny pack overflowing with various tools, the contents spilling over the mattress.
Eyes darting over to the bag, you nodded again before looking at him with a soft smile. “Yes it is, kind stranger.”
This time his scoff was decidedly amused, and he rolled his eyes, making you grin.
“Joel.”
“That’s right!” Setting the car down, you got to your feet, dusting the back of your pants off, then your hands, before you extended one for him to shake. “Nice to finally meet you more than a passing face in the ‘welcome to Jackson’ shuffle.” He nodded as he shook your hand, his grip firm and warm. “Thank you. Again. For your attic, I mean.” Dropping his hand after holding it longer than you should have, you turned to look around at the space.
“Tommy said you needed your privacy. Didn’t say why, but I can respect the need.”
You turned back to him, hands on your hips where they had settled as you’d looked around. “That’s not by choice.”
His features darkened. “What’d’ya mean?”
“Oh! Nothing like that.” You waved your hands in front of you. “Nothing weird, I swear!” Chuckling nervously, you shifted your weight to one side. “Because I tinker, I often…. People don’t like the noises…. The smells….”
He just stared at you, silently waiting.
You looked down to your feet. “I’ll just pack up. I’m sorry, I’ll be out of your-”
“No,” he cut you off, reaching for your elbow gently but firmly. “No,” he said again, a bit softer. “Just explain a little less…. Vaguely, please.”
“It’s very hands-on. Lots of tools like hammers and whatnot, sanding…. And then if I can find it, paint thinner for some, or just paint for others…. And it doesn’t always help, despite all the windows being open, but I try to keep the place ventilated…..”
“People complain about a day job?” He sounded upset for you.
“They get upset when I do it when I can’t sleep.”
He hesitated. “How often is that?”
“Whenever the nightmares come.”
Understanding flickered in his eyes. “Well people are stupid.”
You blinked before a laugh burst out of your mouth.
“I used to be a contractor, and I’ve been doing some odds and ends here since moving into town. I don’t mind some smelly noise.” The corners of his eyes crinkled as he smiled at you. “Let’s just try to come up with a schedule of some sort, maybe nothing too loud after nine at night or somethin’. Not for me, I don’t mind, but the neighbors might, and I dunno about Ellie. Girl sleeps like the dead, so probably….”
“Ellie?”
His smile grew brighter. “Come downstairs for breakfast.” He gestured behind him with a tilt of his head toward the stairs, his body beginning that way. “Maybe she’ll say hello between bites.”
Xxx
Walking down the stairs, you looked around in the daylight, trying to discern what was your host’s and what was left behind twenty odd years ago.
Outlines where pictures once sat on the wall, faded by years in the sun now decorated the outdated wallpaper, a layer of dust along a line of decorative trim halfway up. A fancy carpet was tacked to the stairs, worn in the middle most of the way up, zagging to the sides near the top, and you watched as Joel carefully stepped in the threadbare bits without thought, one of the steps squeaking under your weight when you didn’t follow suit.
Noted.
Once you were at the bottom, an open door down the hall showed a small little workshop, tools strewn everywhere. You smiled, glancing up at Joel to see him follow your gaze, realization dawning on him as a hand came up to rub the back of his neck in embarrassment.
“Stay here,” he mumbled softly, holding up one finger before he jogged toward the door, pulling it shut. “Sorry about that. Had a, uh…. Last minute request.”
“My ears are burning. Are you talking about me again?” A young female voice yelled amusedly from around the corner behind you, a girl in her early teens stepping out with a plate full of food in one hand, a fork loaded in the other, and a mouthful as she continued. “Yeah, you were. It’s me. He’s talking about me. I asked him to fix the hole in the ceiling,” she looked at him pointedly, before turning back to you, “like fifty thousand times-”
“Since yesterday,” Joel murmured, making you chuckle.
“It only showed up yesterday,” the girl said unamused.
“I’m just sayin’,” Joel held up his hands in surrender before walking around the girl and into what you assumed was the kitchen. “Point was, I got right on it.”
Rolling her eyes, the girl set her plate down before wiping her hands on the front of her jeans, coming over and introducing herself. “Hi, I’m Ellie,” she spoke pointedly over her shoulder, “since grumpy in there didn’t feel the need to introduce us.”
Some dishes clattered and quiet grumbles were heard as you smiled at the girl, introducing yourself. “If you ever need any help around here, just ask. I’m pretty handy, if I do say so myself.”
“Finally,” Ellie groaned, “Someone besides that lug who can help me out!”
You leaned in closer to her. “Why, you got bodies to hide, or somethin’?”
She leaned in as well. “You have no idea.”
“Time for food!” Joel called loudly, placing a steaming pile of scrambled eggs and bacon on the table. “Ellie made ‘em so I’m not makin’ any promises-”
“Hey!” You smiled at her protest.
“-but it’s nourishment, so…. Good as any.”
“I’ll have you know,” Ellie began, looking down her nose at Joel as you all sat at the table. “Tommy’s been teaching me how to cook.”
“Then we’re all doomed,” Joel deadpanned.
“Tommy, I met him last night. He’s….”
Joel and Ellie spoke at the same time.
“Oh no, what’d he do now?”
“His baby brother.”
Silence hung between you as you looked back and forth between the two of them, Joel’s eyes shut as he let out a sigh.
“He’s my brother,” he amended, adding quietly, “so you can tell me what idiotic thing he’s done now.”
“Joel,” Ellie warned.
“I’ve heard it all, just lay it on me.”
You shook your head. “Nothin’. Was just asking how he knew you two.” You gestured between them with your fork.
Joel tucked into his food after a moment of silence, staring down at his plate.
“I tried to tell you,” Ellie muttered, shaking her head as she cleaned the crumbs off her dish.
“That accent I keep hearing pop through, is that…. Texas?”
“Yes, ma’am,” Joel kept his eyes down, slowing his eating just a bit.
“I thought it sounded like home,” you smiled, the corners of your mouth pulling higher when his head shot up to look at you.
“You’re from….”
You nodded. “Born and raised. Ain’t nothin’ quite like the Lone Star State, is there?”
“No, ma’am,” Joel grinned.
“What do you miss the most?” It was an honest enough question, you expected something like barbecue, late night drives down country roads, or the smell of bluebonnets each Spring….
But the joy on Joel’s face fell ever so slightly, just enough that you could see, the light in his eyes dimming, as his shoulders rounded forward just a bit. He stared at the table top for only a moment, lost in thought. You could have sworn his eyes flitted to the watch on his wrist briefly before he shook his head, lifting it back up, his gaze meeting yours and smiled again, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes this time. “Too many things to mention. What about you?”
Holding his gaze for a moment longer than you should, you smiled softly before turning back to look at your plate. “Gotta say I feel the same.” Stabbing a bite of egg, you brought it to your mouth, chewing thoughtfully as you pondered what had just happened. “I’ll have to get back to you on that.”
“Please do,” he said softly.
More silence filled the space, Ellie heaving a sigh after a few minutes. “Well this has been fucking amazing-”
“Ellie,” Joel chastised.
“But I’m gonna go-”
“Sit,” Joel said in the most authoritative voice you’d heard yet. Gesturing with his fork, you caught the smallest smirk crawl up his face when Ellie groaned before plopping back into her chair in a graceless heap.
She stared at him in some sort of bored challenge before grumbling, “What?”
“I need your help before you go and skedaddle-”
“‘Skedaddle’? Is that even a fucking word?”
“Yes,” you answered before biting into a piece of bacon, smiling sweetly at her when her eyes flew up to meet yours.
“Just checking,” she grumbled, slumping further back into her chair as she heaved a world weary sigh.
“As I was sayin’,” Joel pushed back from the table with both hands, leaning back in his chair so that the front legs left the floor slightly, balancing on the back two. “I need your help gettin’ a bed frame upstairs for her, and a few other pieces. Tommy’s droppin’ them by in a few here.” He checked a clock hanging on the wall, making you knit your brows in confusion as you glanced to the watch on his wrist. Closer inspection showed it was shattered with what looked like a bullet hole, making your eyes widen slightly. Suddenly his reservations about missing something in Texas made a bit more sense.
“Joel,” Ellie whined, going practically boneless in her seat, limbs draping behind her like a broken starfish.
“We should be able to handle that without her, don’t you think?” You mused, pushing your empty plate away and settling into your seat with a satisfied sigh, arms crossed over your chest.
“Yes, totally, bye!” Ellie sat up so fast you got whiplash. But she didn’t make it completely out of the seat before Joel was saying her name again, and motioning her back down with just his eyes.
“Sorry. I tried,” you shrugged, giving her a sad smile. “You should just listen to your dad and-”
The two of them interrupted you in tandem.
“I’m not her father.”
“He’s not my dad.”
Joel cleared his throat. “Now, I’ve asked you to stay and help- nicely, I might add- and unlike you, I don’t ask twice, let alone fifty thousand times,” he looked at her pointedly.
“Ugh, fine!” She threw her hands up, letting them slap back down on her thighs before pushing her chair back all the way, the scrape of the feet against the floor making you cringe. She finally got to her feet before she froze, looking at Joel with an exaggerated look you couldn’t quite place.
“What?” He asked after a long silence in a tone that said ‘why did I ask’.
She pointed to the other room. “Can I go this time? I mean….” Joel sighed heavily, rolling his eyes. “Every other time I’ve tried to execute my rights as a human being and leave this fucking dining room, you’ve stopped me. So, before I get too far and have to backtrack again, I wanted to-”
“Just go,” he waved a hand.
“Thank you,” she called, climbing the stairs, expertly missing the squeaks, a door slamming shut a few seconds later.
“But be ready to help in-”
“Yeah, yeah,” her muffled voice came through the door before some 80’s song began playing softly.
You chuckled, Joel picking his head up from where he’d cradled it in his palm to look at you with a raised brow. “I got food and a show.” His head fell back into his hand. “I’m teasing.” He grumbled something unintelligible into his palm. After the chorus of the song played, you stood up, taking the empty dishes over to the sink.
“You don’t have to-” Joel protested from his seat.
“I’ll never get used to hearin’ music again,” you changed the subject as you turned on the water, running it over the plates as you wiped them clean. “Don’t get me wrong, I love it. I’ve always loved music. It’s just…. After so long in the silence, coming here and having a teenager drown you out with a synthesizer, it’s so….”
“Normal?”
Looking over your shoulder, you smiled at him. “Yeah. And after everything, that’s just….”
“Not normal?”
You snorted. “Exactly.” After you turned the water off, you flung the stray droplets from the tips of your fingers before drying your hands on a dish towel. “I appreciate all the help, I really do. But, you don’t have to go outta your way for me.”
“It’s not outta the way. It’s just upstairs.” He looked proud of himself, the pleased grin pulling higher when you made a face of disbelief at him.
“None of that allowed up there.” You pointed toward the ceiling where the attic extended to. “That is a bad pun free zone.”
Joel shook his head ruefully, leaning his chair back even further on the rear legs, propping his boots up on the corner of the table, one ankle crossed over the other as his hands slowly came behind his head. “Darlin’, this whole house is one giant pun.”
You arched a brow, leaning back against the counter, your hands braced on its top at your sides.
“Ellie tries, she loves her joke books…. But me….”
“Bad dad jokes without being a dad?”
His whole demeanor deflated, just slightly, but enough for you to see. The light behind his eyes dimmed, his smile faded, and his arms dropped almost imperceptibly. “Something like that,” he mumbled, before the smile renewed, just a bit too tightly. After a brief moment, he dropped his feet back to the floor with a clatter, the chair coming back onto all fours with surprising delicacy. “Well, let’s get up there and take some measurements before the furniture gets here.”
Xxx
Joel had followed you up the steps, mumbling a “Lady’s first,” as he stepped out of the way, gesturing forward with one hand.
You arched a brow. “Oh, fancy.” He pulled a face, making you laugh softly. “Nice to know chivalry didn’t also die on outbreak day.” Starting up the stairs, he sighed as he fell in behind you.
“Oh, it did. I’m bringing it back.” Glancing over your shoulder you saw a smug look on his face, making you roll your eyes as you turned back to the task at hand, making sure to avoid the squeaky parts of the steps, sticking to the worn tread of the carpet. An amused hum buzzed out of Joel’s chest when he noticed, making you smirk. “Fast learner.”
Pushing open the door to the attic, it let out a mighty squeak.
You grimaced. “Not quite fast ‘nough, it seems.”
Joel knit his eyebrows at the door as he reached out, swinging it back and forth, the hinges protesting loudly each time. “It just needs to be tightened up.” Stepping closer, he examined the brackets with a more studious eye. “This takes a….” He turned to you, before glancing at your pile of tools still on the bed where you’d left them. “It’s a specialized screw head. Used to use them all the time before the world went to shit. Surprised they already started complainin’. Normally they last twice as long-”
“Everything complains around you, Joel,” Ellie grumbled as she walked past him, going straight for one of the windows, her forehead falling against it with a dramatic thump before she just stared at the city below.
Joel scoffed, staring at the teenager for a moment before rolling his eyes. “I have one down in my shop in the garage. I’ll go grab it.”
“You got a screwdriver that can turn that musty old shop of yours into a kick ass room for me?” Ellie called after him as he took the steps two at a time. As his heavy footfalls disappeared below, she turned back to look out the window.
“What do you mean?” You asked against your better judgment. “Don’t like your room?”
She sighed. “I just want my own space. Why does he need a room for just his tools? They don’t need privacy! They don’t go through at least one crisis a week, or have to deal with him, or have music they want to play super loud. They’re fucking tools.”
“Well, hey, we could trade? I could take your room, share the garage and tools with Joel, and you could be up he-”
“No,” Joel’s tone was final. You hadn’t even heard him come in.
“I think it’s a great idea,” Ellie started. “I mean, she’s offering, and-”
“I said no, Ellie.”
“Joel-”
“No!” His grip on the door handle tightened. “We aren’t having this conversation again. Drop it.”
The two of them stared at each other with loaded looks, an unspoken conversation being exchanged between them.
“We’ll compromise.” Joel’s attention snapped to you, Ellie’s following soon after. “You ever need a place to ‘get away’? You can come up here and keep me company.” Ellie smiled. “That goes for you, too, Joel.”
“Why you gotta be like that?” Ellie mumbled, smiling when you arched a brow at her.
“There’s a catch.”
“Fuck,” the teenager moaned, turning back to look out the window, her head thumping against the frame.
“You have to help me with my projects while you’re up here.” Your eyes flicked between them. “Deal?” When neither of them agreed, but neither of them protested, you moved on. “Good. Now,” stooping down to pick up the various toys and tools that had taken over the floor the night before, you turned to Ellie. “I noticed during breakfast that you like to draw.”
“How-”
“Sketchbook on the counter by the oven. Next time wait until after the bacon is done. You got grease stains all over the pages.”
“I had an idea, I couldn’t wait….”
“How are you with paint?”
She shrugged. “Never…. Never really had the opportunity to use it. I’m sorry. What the fuck is that?” She pointed to the bag around your waist.
Looking down at the fanny pack you’d zipped your tools back into before putting it on, you lifted your gaze back up to her. “My fanny pack?”
“Ellie….” Joel warned, seeing the girl’s face begin to morph in a way he knew all too well.
“It’s called a….” She started snickering before she cleared her throat. “I’ve never seen one before.” Ellie’s eyes shot over to Joel, her features schooled into something almost professional, but it quickly melted into something more sarcastic.
“Very handy,” you said slowly, watching her through narrowed eyes. “Anyway, as I was saying, I’ll get my hands on some paints, and you can help me finish some pieces.” You turned to Joel, brows raised expectantly.
“I’ll ask Tommy when he brings the stuff,” he mumbled, leaning on the door and causing it to squeak again, pulling his attention back to the traitorous hinges.
“For now,” you focused back on the teenager, hands on your hips, “help me clean this place up a little before they get here? Maybe go grab the towel off the kitchen counter to dust off the windowsills?”
Ellie nodded with a small, sweet smile, but you didn’t miss how it twisted into a smirk as she walked past you toward the door. “On it, Miss Fanny.”
You stared after her with wide eyes, noting she had waited until she was a few steps down the stairs before saying it so you were less likely to retaliate. Smart.
Flicking your eyes over to Joel, an amused expression pulled at his features as he pointed toward the bag on your hip with his screwdriver. “It’s because of the….”
“Yeah, I got that,” you snarked. “What I don’t get is why she called you grumpy.”
“It’s kinda obvious,” he drawled, turning the screws on the top hinge.
“You don’t seem grumpy to me.”
“Give it time.”
Xxx
After the door no longer moaned, the hinges good as new, Joel took some measurements around the space while he talked about how he’d been meaning to build some shelves and stuff for storage up here anyway. It’d take a day or two, but he’d have them up and be out of your hair in no time. He also stepped out of one of the windows onto the roof, making you and Ellie exchange a confused glance.
“Joel? Last I checked, the attic was strictly inside the house,” Ellie asked cautiously.
His head appeared around the open window frame, scowling at the both of you. “I’m looking to see if I could put a doorway in here for a private entrance.”
“That’s not-” but he doesn’t let you finish.
Disappearing back around the window frame, his voice drifted back somewhat muffled as he turned away. “It’ll just make things easier. Once you get tired of the two of us, you can come in without having to look at our ugly mugs.” Ellie shot a sideways look at you, making you stifle a small laugh, tucking it into your hand as you looked away. “Could even make a little deck up here at the top of the stairs, good sun, you could plant somethin’ for eatin’. Plus it’s a good spot to,” his feet shuffled on the roof before stopping again. “It’s a good vantage point if things go sideways…. Again.”
Stepping up to the window, you went to poke your head out but had to step back as he hopped back in. “Joel, you don’t have to do all that. It’s-”
“It’s my house, and I want that vantage point,” he huffed, dusting off his hands before turning to close the window.
“The Contractor,” Ellie hissed in an eerie voice with a smirk, drawing out the words in a ridiculous way.
“Knock knock,” a voice said behind you, making you jump slightly, turning to find Tommy. “Sorry,” he said quietly, having the decency to look sheepish. As he pushed the door open a bit wider, it squeaked softly, pulling his focus to the hinges. “You need to fix that, Joel-”
“I-” The older brother looked at the younger, dumbfounded. It quickly melted into annoyce as he whispered an exasperated, “What did you do?” Stepping quickly toward the door.
Tommy stepped back slightly. “Nothin’! I just got here, big brother! So just hold your horses and don’t jump-”
“He just fixed those a few minutes ago,” you offered softly, understanding dawning on Tommy’s face.
His eyes shifted to his brother, wide and somewhat worried. “Now, Joel, I didn’t do nothin’. They’re old, like you, and-” he turned his eyes down to the floor when Joel’s head snapped up to level him with a menacing gaze. “-and,” he repeated pointedly, “before you jump up my ass about somethin’ I didn’t do….” He lifted his head just enough to look at his brother again. “Can we please talk about this like the grown men we sometimes are now?”
Joel simply stared at his brother for a loaded moment before turning back to the door, wiggling it back and forth, making a sour face as it squeaked again softly. “You had to’ve done somethin’….”
“I guess not then,” Tommy sighed, hands that had been held up in surrender falling down to his sides in defeat as he sent an unimpressed glare toward his brother. “You’ve gotten meaner as your hair’s gotten greyer.”
Joel rolled his eyes, turning to inspect the hinges more closely, but reached up a hand to run through his hair after a moment, bringing it down to rub at the back of his neck in what looked like embarrassment as he kept his back to the room.
Ellie strolled over easily toward the two men. “You’re an old man, Joel. That’s how it’s supposed to happen…. I think. I mean, look at Santa Claus….”
Joel slowly looked at her over his shoulder before he let out a strangled grunt of frustration, cleaning his throat to try and cover it up as he shook his head, turning back to his task in an attempt to hide.
Ellie went on as if nothing had happened. “I mean I think that’s how it works.”
Tommy snickered, tucking the lower half of his face into his hand, pointedly ignoring Joel looking at him through the crack of the door by the hinges.
The teen turned to Tommy. “You’re an old man, you tell me. Am I right?”
The hand fell from his face, and Tommy immediately stopped laughing, glowering at Ellie while Joel lost it, a series of growing snickers falling from his mouth as he turned his face into the wall to try and subdue the sound.
You looked on, watching the whole exchange with a smile. Joel may not be her father, but these three were every bit a family unit. They teased and called each other names, but it was all in fun. All from love. You had no doubt that when push came to shove, they’d be there for one another in a heartbeat, and probably be willing to sacrifice close to anything in the name of that bond, that thing they shared but they didn’t dare put that name to. For family.
Joel was still chuckling into the wall, his forehead pressed against it as he rocked it side to side in disbelief. “I swear I didn’t tell her to say that.”
“Fuck you, Joel. I say what I want,” Ellie proclaimed.
“Ellie,” Joel groaned, finally turning to face the room with a sigh, as Tommy snapped a, “Language!”
“Oh, bite me,” she mumbled, turning and meandering slowly to the window to begin dusting again.
“So, Tommy,” you began, clasping your hands in front of yourself. “I hear you have furniture for me?”
His eyes widened in recognition. “Shit! Yeah.”
“Language!” Ellie mocked him from her spot across the room.
“It’s downstairs. Why don’t you come with me, take a look and see what all you wanna bring up while Joel finishes on this door.” He turned to his brother, clapping a hand on his shoulder. “Come down when you’re done, we should know by then.”
He nodded, fiddling with the screwdriver in his hand. “Give me five minutes.”
“I used to work with you, Joel,” Tommy called, starting down the stairs. “We both know it’ll take you ten.”
Joel laughed humorously. “Fuck you, Tommy!”
“Language!” Ellie yelled again.
Following the younger Miller, you smiled. He stepped on every squeak in the steps, almost like it was on purpose.
Once the two of you were downstairs, Tommy stepped out onto the front porch, showing you a small array of furniture leaning up against the outside of the house.
You were about to start pointing to some of the pieces when he began talking to you about something else altogether.
“So how’s it been today? They been treating you okay?”
Crossing your arms over your chest, you tilted your head back to look up at him, holding his serious gaze. His eyes were kind, and you realized he was asking just as much from a place of worry for them as for you.
“Yeah. It’s been great so far.” He looked relieved. “Ellie cooked eggs and bacon for breakfast.”
He smiled proudly. “You have me to thank for that.”
You couldn’t help the grimace tugging on your features. “So I hear.”
Tommy scoffed, hands going to his hips, making you chuckle.
“Ellie called him grumpy earlier, but I haven’t seen any particular reason why.” His eyebrows shot up near his hairline. “I asked him about it and he said to ‘give it time’.”
He rolled his eyes with a muttered, “Sounds like him.”
You lowered your voice, taking a step closer. “Am I missing something? If he’s not always sunshine and rainbows, that’s fine, I get it. This world we live in now ain’t always deserving of it. But still, I’d like to know what I’m getting into.”
Tommy took a deep breath, but before he could speak, Joel stepped out the front door.
“What should I take up first?”
Turning and pointing at the bed frame you knew for sure needed to go up, you smiled. “Definitely that, please.”
Joel nodded, grabbing the headboard and footboard. “Tommy, will you grab the rest of the frame? The girls can be putting it together while we take up the rest.”
The man beside you nodded, staying silent until his brother disappeared back in the house.
“Joel’s not always the easiest to get to know.” You scoffed. “It’s true. I’ve known him my whole life, and I still have days where I wonder why he’s so prickly. He has his reasons,” Tommy looked up toward the attic windows before looking back down at you. “And I’m sure he’ll tell you them eventually, I can already tell he trusts you more than most others here in Jackson.”
With a shake of your head, you chuckled. “You’re crazy. He just met me. I’m sure he-”
“You saw a side of Joel right out the gate some wait a lifetime to miss.”
Staring up into his eyes, your own wide, you saw nothing but sincerity.
“Tommy! Come on, man!” Shaking his head, Joel picked up the rest of the pieces of the bed. “And you say I’m slow.”
The younger Miller held your gaze as he spoke. “That’s because you are slow, big brother.” Lifting his eyes to follow the older man, they narrowed playfully. “Come on, come on, lift those feet!”
“I’m gonna hit you,” Joel grumbled as he passed back over the threshold of the house, Tommy hot on his heels. As Joel continued to complain, Tommy stopped, looking back at you pointedly before turning and heading inside, shouting something you couldn’t make out up at his brother.
Xxx
Once a few of the pieces were set up around the attic, you dug some things out of your backpack to put out, get settled in. Pulling a chair up to the small dining table, you got your screwdriver out of the pack on your hip and began scraping at the paint on the blue metal car from that morning.
“What’cha doin’?” Tommy asked, pulling another chair up and swinging his leg over it, sitting on it backwards. He rested his chin on his wrists on the back of the chair as he stared at the toy in your hands.
Not stopping, you answered him. “I restore things, especially toys.”
Your eyes flicked up to find his face twisted in confusion before darting back to what you were doing.
After a moment he asked in a quieter voice, “Why?”
You shrugged. “Why not?” Pausing in your efforts, you looked up at him. “It makes me happy, and it makes others happy. And if there’s something people need more of these days, I’d say that’s it.” You turned back to your project.
“Toys?”
You froze, your hands flopping onto the table as you lifted your gaze to look at him flatly.
“Happiness, dumbass,” Joel grumbled lowly from across the room, tightening the screws on one of the window sills.
“How would you know?” Tommy sat up straight in the chair, glaring over at his brother. “You wouldn’t know happiness if it bit you on the ass.”
“Oh, I think I’d be plenty happy if someone bit me on the ass-”
“That’s not-” Joel’s chuckle cut his brother off. “I like how Ellie said it earlier. Bite me.”
“Okay. But not on the ass.”
“You know what….” Tommy pushed away from the table, turning toward his brother.
“Even if I don't, I know you never do.” Joel turned to face his brother, screwdriver once again in his hand. “You’re not the brightest-”
“Boys!” They both turned to look at you, startled, Ellie jerking awake from her spot on your bed where she’d been napping for the last hour. “Enough!”
“Yeah, shut up,” Ellie grumbled, rubbing her eye with the palm of her hand. “I don’t even know what you were arguing about, but I know it was stupid.”
“How would you know?” Joel turned his head slowly to look at his brother, his eyebrows knit in disbelief that he was arguing with a teenager.
She stilled, her hand falling to her lap with a plop. “Because I know you.” She turned to you, speaking over a yawn. “What were they arguing about?”
“That toys and happiness aren’t necessarily important nowadays, and that devolved into name calling.”
Ellie nodded. “Sounds right.” She looked at the two men. “Grow up.” She arched a brow right back at them when they lifted theirs at her. “I babysit for the kids across the street, and if it’s one thing they are severely lacking, it’s toys. We watch the movies down at the town center or a video Joel brings back from a run, and they won’t shut up about all the toys and stuff. They don’t care about the animals or the songs, I mean they do, to an annoying degree, please, somebody, explain how giving children that age singalongs was a good idea, but I digress-” she took a big breath, the corner of her mouth twitching up when you failed to suppress a snort of laughter. “Anyway. Some toys around here wouldn’t be a bad thing.”
“I’d be more than happy to restore toys for the kids here in Jackson. But up here there isn’t really enough space for that type of output, plus the noise and smell would eventually bother you, despite what you say, Joel.”
Tommy looked at his brother who shrugged. “We talked about this earlier. Briefly.”
“I see,” Tommy mused quietly, turning back to you with a smirk.
“Would you mind sharin’ your garage?”
Joel grimaced.
“Come on, Joel,” Tommy teased. “Be a big boy, and-”
Joel rounded on his brother, getting close to his face. “You don’t stop talkin’, I’m going to-”
“Okay, so that’s a no,” you chuckled.
“The old book store,” Joel’s voice had calmed, and he turned to look at you. “It’s empty, is filled with shelves to display stuff, and has a wide showroom in the middle you could convert into a workshop.”
“Are you sayin’ she opens a toy shop?” Tommy asked, his voice tight with disbelief.
“Why not?” Joel looked at his brother before turning to Ellie for her input. “Like she said, it’s a need in the town, would boost morale-”
“How?” Tommy scoffed.
“Happy kids, happy parents.”
Joel made a gesture after Ellie spoke, like a ‘there you go’ as he turned his attention back on his brother, smiling as understanding softened the other man’s features.
“A need, morale,” Joel turned to look at you, a playful curl of his upper lip as he went on, “and I get to keep my garage.” The mock disdain melted into a smile and a wink before he turned back to his brother.
“For now,” Ellie muttered under her breath, her face instantly schooling into something sweet and innocent when Joel whipped his head her way.
Xxx
With a sigh, you set one of the things on your shelf back upright, looking at the blue metal car that sat beside it, fully painted and restored. It was one you weren’t willing to get rid of, and it held pride of placement on one of the shelves Joel had built not long after that conversation about the shop.
You’d opted to stay out of these arguments, letting them sort their differences out on their own, but something felt different this time. The weight of Joel’s sigh hurt just a little bit more, felt a little bit heavier, and at breakfast this morning, his eyes seemed…. Sad.
Walking to the door that led downstairs through the house, you opened it, smiling when it swung without a sound. Making sure to step on the proper parts of the steps to stay silent, you walked almost all the way up to Joel before you finally cleared your throat to get his attention.
He’d been cradling his head in his hand, but he snapped up to look at you.
“Sorry,” you mumbled.
He stared at you for a long moment before shaking his head, looking at the floor. “No, no, don’t worry. Am I in your way? I’ll move, just let me-”
“Joel.”
At the sound of his name, he relaxed, slumping back against the wall with a sigh, scrubbing his hand down his face as he looked up at the ceiling. “I know.” He shrugged slightly, tilting his head back into the wall with a soft thump, rocking it back and forth. “I don’t know what it is. I can’t….” He looked back down at the floor for a second before his face screwed up. “Goddamnit!” His hand moved up to thread through his hair, tugging at the ends in frustration. “I don’t know what I’m doing. It was so much easier with-” Joel stopped with a shuddering breath, his eyes wide and frantic as they flew to you.
He’d done this a few times, started down a train of thought about someone or something in his past, but always stopped just before actually naming them. You couldn’t tell if it was a decision made out of pain or a desire to maintain privacy. Either way, you didn’t push it.
“She’s just being a teenager, Joel. That’s what they do. They drive you crazy, it’s kind of their job.” The corner of his mouth twitched up just slightly, but just as quickly fell back into the frown that twisted his face so painfully. “Didn’t you have teenaged girls in your family? Nieces? Distant cousins?”
He let out a wet laugh, swallowing roughly before he answered in a raspy voice, “Somethin’ like that.”
You leaned on the wall across from him, sliding down to sit on the floor, knees pulled tightly to your chest.
“Did you need something?”
His question pulled your focus back up to his face from the pattern of the weave of your jeans you’d been staring at.
“Yeah. I mean no.” He tilted his head in question. “I needed to come down and check on you two.”
He swallowed again, nodding. “Thanks.”
“Want me to go after her? We’re still learning each other, but we get along well enough. She’d probably listen to me. Maybe.” You grimaced. “I mean I hope so.”
Joel laughed softly. “Don’t do it on my behalf, you don’t need to villainize yourself, too. She needs to trust ‘least one of us.”
“She doesn’t think you’re a villain, Joel,” you groaned, getting back to your feet, taking his outstretched hand he offered in help.
“She sure don’t think I’m a hero,” he said lowly, his hand holding yours longer than it should, his thumb tracing your knuckles as he held your gaze.
As you studied his face, eyes tracing the laugh lines by his eyes, the scars here and there, the strong angle of his jaw and light smattering of facial hair, you found yourself wishing he never actually had to let go. “I think you’d be surprised what people see when they look at you, Joel.”
He let go of your hand, taking a step back. Somehow you’d both gotten nearly toe to toe as you talked.
“I just need to get my jacket from upstairs then I’ll go look for her.”
He nodded, leaning back against the wall as you went back up to the attic.
Once you were back inside, you spotted Ellie at your desk, painting a little model plane you’d been working on. Looking over at the private entrance Joel had installed, you saw the door was not quite shut all the way. Smiling softly, you set your jacket you’d taken off the hook on the back of a nearby chair, then you walked over, shutting the door softly, clicking the lock into place. Closing the last few feet left between you, you leaned your hip against the edge of the desk as you watched her detail the left wing.
It was weird to see her so subdued. Normally she was such a spitfire, something sarcastic or sassy coming out of her mouth at all times. You laughed every time she opened her mouth.
Keeping your voice quiet, you finally asked, “Wanna talk about it?”
She didn’t answer at first, but when she did it was as quiet as you had been. “Not really.”
You studied the way she painted the lines meticulously. “That’s fine.”
Pulling up a chair, you sat beside her, arm braced on the desk, head cradled in your palm as you continued to watch her in silence.
The sounds of the town below you slowly drifted up through the open window. A songbird flitted by. Crickets began to chirp as the sun went down, and a lone owl hooted across the valley as the stars began to shine. One by one they started their march across the sky, twinkling in their dance with the moon, a slow procession of light for those of you left down below.
After a few minutes, you handed her the cup of water to rinse the brush. “He’s trying, you know.”
She rinsed and dried the brush, switching to the next color. A few more minutes passed before she answered. “I know.”
After the wing was done, she rinsed the brush again and spoke while she dried it on the towel. “We need more paint. We’re running low on these basic colors. I could mix some of the others to make more, but they wouldn’t be quite right.”
“Okay,” you agreed softly. “I’ll see what I can do. There’s not much here in town, but I know there’s a lot out there left over from before.”
She whipped her head toward you, eyes wide in excitement. “Maybe you and I could go together to find some?!”
“No, no,” you didn’t even let her finish before you began objecting. “It’s not safe out there for you. You’re too young.”
She looked back down at the plane, her features immediately turning sour. “You sound like Joel.”
“Well, he and I agree on this.” Picking up the paintbrushes and moving them to the side, you leaned forward on both forearms, trying to catch her eye. “Do you trust me?”
“Do I have a choice?”
Leaning back a little bit, you sighed. “You always have a choice, Ellie. You know that.”
“I know,” she grumbled. “I just…. Yes, okay? Yes, I trust you. Why?”
Pushing the chair back, you got to your feet, going to the door back downstairs. “Because I have a plan.”
“What is-”
Turning back to her, you raised one finger and wagged it at her. “Ah ah ah! You said you trusted me. Now do it.”
Opening the door, you stepped through, laughing when you heard Ellie’s muffled voice call through as you shut it, “This sucks!”
Making your way back downstairs, you found Joel at the dining room table, nursing a whiskey.
“Do you trust me?”
“You know I do, why?”
Smiling, you sat in the chair beside him. “Ellie’s doing really well with her painting, isn’t she?”
His brows narrowed in question, but he answered. “Yeah….”
“Problem is, there isn’t a lot of paint here in Jackson, and she’s already running low on some of the basic colors.”
“I noticed. She was complainin’ about it last week. I was gonna look for some on my next run for her.”
Sitting forward in your chair like you had at the desk with Ellie, you leaned on your forearms as you started in on your idea. “Well, where I stayed before coming here is about a week out. I had a stockpile. All different colors, types, whatever she could want for a long, long time, it’s all there.” Joel’s eyes were wide, you could see his wheels turning. “If we could each take a horse, maybe even a small cart or something, we’d cut that time in half, be there in a few days, and we could go raid my old supply. I had some real specialty stuff, stuff she’d love. Craft brushes…. I just need someone to come with me to keep me safe. I know what I’m doing, but once everything is loaded, the horses will be slower and I need someone to watch my back. Whaddya say?”
He started to smile. “You had me at ‘stuff she’d love’.”
Xxx
The day to leave had come. You’d be leaving tomorrow to get your old stash while Joel watched your back.
You were about to close up the shop for the night when someone came in.
Smiling up at the woman, your features softened when you saw the tired expression on her face. “Can I help you?”
The woman sighed, the most exhausted sound you’d heard in a while. “Yes! My daughter is sick, and I want to give her something to cheer her up. I can trade you some bread for it. Fresh made this morning.” Flipping a towel back on the small bundle in her left hand, a golden loaf of bread came into view, making your mouth water, the shop filling with the yeasty aroma and making your stomach growl softly.
You would have done it for free, given the circumstances, but since you were leaving the next day, the bread would be handy. And damn did it smell good. “Sure! How about something soft for her to hold while she’s laid up in bed?”
She smiled gratefully. “Sounds perfect.”
Pulling a basket down from a shelf that was filled with a few teddy bears Tommy and Joel had found on supply runs and you’d cleaned up, you set it on a table in front of the woman.
“Beautiful day today,” you said offhandedly, looking out the front window and smiling, your grin growing when you saw Joel appear across the street and wave at you through the window. You waved back, making the woman in front of you look over her shoulder to see what was going on.
She heaved another sigh, rolling her eyes before turning back to the basket. “Don’t bother. That one’s never gonna crack.”
Your smile faltered, hand falling down to rest beside the basket as you looked at the woman in confusion. “What do you mean?”
She scoffed. “He’s a tough ass. I don’t think he’s ever smiled in his life. Probably made his mom cry when he was born. Something is just off about him.”
Snorting a laugh, you shook your head. “That’s crazy. I live with him.” You paused, ignoring her raised brows as she looked at you through her lashes. “Well, above him. In his attic.” Turning your head just slightly, your face twisted at the way that sounded, too. “But not, like, in a creepy way. His brother set it up.” You tilted your head to the side, staring out the front window, before turning to look at the woman point blank. “I’m renting a room from him.”
The woman looked up at you in pity. “I’m so sorry.”
“It’s not so bad.” You shrugged, reaching out to straighten the ear of one of the bears.
Resting her hand on your forearm, she gave it a gentle pat. “That’s the right attitude.”
After she picked her bear and you had the bread, you locked up and walked across the street to meet Joel. “Got some extra food for the trip.” You held up the loaf with a grin.
“Good. We’re gonna need it,” he grumbled, his face a sour expression, hands in his pockets as you both turned toward the house.
“What bit your ass?”
“Tommy mentioned to Maria about our little trip. The council didn’t want to lend us the horses for ‘just paint’.”
“Okay. So now what? We walk?”
“No,” he ground out. Turning the corner by the stables, you found a group of people buzzing around, preparing bags and supplies for them and their horses. When you looked back up at Joel, he sighed, speaking lowly. “We have company.”
Xxx
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This is a long overdue thirst piece about pit bull hybrid Bakugou
Warnings: hybrid au, breeding kink, mild somnophilia and dry humping, sorta hurt comfort like if you squint?, mentions of past abuse and fighting, fem/afab reader, vaginal sex described, dubious consent cliffhanger ending because I got tired but don’t worry there will be a part 2
Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x reader
He doesn’t understand her.
How she could be so kind to someone with his past. No fear or hesitation, like she didn’t see his scars or cropped ears. Like she was unaware of how he’s won fighting tournament after tournament just to survive because winning meant living another day.
He doesn’t understand her, but he was grateful none the less. Happy she saw his tattered and bruised form and took the chance on him despite his risky reputation.
He didn’t have to fight for the privilege of food, it was a readily available right for him to enjoy. Didn’t have to make do with dirty stained clothes that weighed heavy with the reminders of his desperate for life actions. He actually got to bathe and keep himself clean and well groomed. Didn’t have to worry about where he slept at night, being given a room of his own as well as access to hers whenever he needed
He loves her, but he knew he was probably ruining everything he had right now yet he couldn’t stop his rutting hip.
He didn’t know when his feelings started to shift, but that frankly didn’t matter at the moment. If she woke up in this moment she’d be beyond disappointed and disgusted, he was sure.
Who wouldn’t be if they opened their home to someone like him only for him to lose his sense of self control? Who would be so forgiving if they wake up to his heavy pants and desperate attempt to pleasure himself by dry humping their ass?
He knew it was fucked, but he convinced himself that it’ll just be this once. He’d been so good! He had tried so hard to ignore this! He really had, but he could smell her ovulating and knew she had been masturbating just moments before she went to bed.
He could just feel his lust build like a boiling pot about to spill over and he was convinced that this was better than breaking down and begging to stick his knot in her. The thought of which pushed him over the edge with a howling moan forcing its way out his throat.
“W-what are you doing?”.
Fuck.
“I… listen I just—” “Katsuki, you’ve been here a year, you don’t think I’ve noticed how you get before my period?”.
He didn’t hear that right, right? This has to be some fucked, shitty fantasy he’s using to escape his reality. This couldn’t be her actual response.
“It’s kinda cute to see you tongue tied, but I would really like my normal Tsuki back now” and like she knew that somehow touching her would snap him out of his stupor, she guided his hand over clothed pussy. Letting him feel how she was beginning to soak through her panties and telling him to do what has to, what he’s been wanting for so long.
“You could’ve saved us both some fuckin’ time and told me before dumbass!” he snapped not even bothering to wait even just a moment more.
With a growl he tore her panties off her and positioned her on her hands and knees, too excited to finally feel her little cunt around him to deal with foreplay when he knew she was already worked open just enough for him to fuck her now.
Besides, judging from her needy moan and bracing herself for his thrust, she didn’t care if this was rushed and messy this first round either.
The only time she had to adjust being when he sank his cock into her, enjoying the way she parted around him, but once he was settled he was absolutely relentlessly in his goal of knotting her.
“Gonna knot you and breed you so fuckin’ good, you want that don’t you?” he growled tugging her head back to give her a sloppy kiss. Letting her know exactly what she was getting into for the rest of the night.
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oohh i love number 2 on ur ideas list .. im pretty deep in my twdg hyperfixation rn so id love that x clem, marlon and louis maybe? happy to see theres still writers for the game
(Hello anon! Thank you for requesting and I jist finished it so here ya go! Enjoy!)
CLEM, MARLON AND LOUIS WITH INTIMIDATING READER
CLEMENTINE
She wasn't scared of you
But she wasnt that trusting with you
She didn't think ill of you, just didn't really know you
But you very much so did have her attention
You were pretty hard to miss
With the height, numerous tattoos, scars along your body and what seemed to be a permanent scowl on your face
When she was new to the school her eyes immediately caught you, you had been lugging some firewood in the courtyard and when you looked up caught her eyes
She had been staring at you, what she didn't know was that you had also been staring at her
She did have quite the introduction
But you also noticed how she acted towards you, you got it though
You were a stranger after all and growing up you always knew people acted different around you
You knew it was about how you looked, made you a bit sad but what could you do about it?
Until she finally actually spoke to you
Clem looked around the courtyard, every one here was different but she immediately noticed the one person who looked to be 6'0, maybe even taller.
'Holy hell.' She then noticed the tattoos, the scars and you turned around. Fuck, you looked right at her. She had been caught.
But she wasn't very alarmed when you squinted at her, your face forming a bit of a scowl. She wasn't scared, but kinda made a mental note that you weren't someone to be messed with.
After time went on she saw more and more of you, when speaking to you, you were a bit blunt and cold. So she got the hint, thinking you didn't like her.
Didn't bother her that much, but it did bother you.
You felt a bit guilty when you were a bit rude, you didn't mean to but you were sorta anxious. When Minnie and Sophie went missing you guys hadn't seen anyone else, and then she just came outta nowhere.
You liked her but you also thought she didn't like you and you wouldn't blame you. You also knew a part was your appearance, you knew from literally anyone at the school you came off as intimidating.
Lots of kids were scared of you, hell, Tenn was terrified of you for a while, not Willy. He was a weirdo. So you were shocked when after a few days AJ came up to you, asking to play a random game.
And you happily accepted.
Clem had walked out the admin building, looking for AJ when she spotted him. But with you, she wasn't shocked, more surprised as you held a small firefighter toy in your hand and played along with AJ's dialogue for his game.
She walked over, looking at the sight amused.
"What's going on?" She asked, AJ and you looking up as the boy smiled. "Y/n said they would play firefighter with me!" He smiled, Clem softly smiling at the boy as you chuckled.
"AJ!" Tenn called out, you all looking over as he waved his friend over to him. AJ lit up, immediately going to his friend and leaving you two alone.
"Thanks, for playing with him. You didn't have to." Clem thanked, looking over at you as you shrugged. "No problem, he reminds me of my little brother." You smiled, chuckling a bit as Clem looked at you surprised.
Not only did you enjoy playing with AJ, but you were smiling and laughing?
"You had a little brother?" She asked, sitting on the picnic table beside you. You hummed, nodding your head a bit as you leaned back on your hands. "Yeah, I lost him a while back. I think at the beginning?"
"Sorry about that." Clem said, sympathetic as you waved her off. "It's cool, he just reminds me of him." You smiled at her, your eyes soft as she returned the smile.
You then saw Vi waving you over, sighing you sat up and hopped off the table. As you walked away you waved over your shoulder.
"See ya around, Clem."
She shook her head with a small smile, her eyes lingering on you as your frame got smaller.
She realized that even with your intimidating appearance, you weren't actually. Hard to be when a 6 year old asks you to play firefighters. Maybe she was wrong about you, you were pretty cool in her book.
LOUIS
The boy was fucking terrified of you
I mean who wouldn't?!
When you first woke up after being taken in with Clem and AJ you were scowling at everything!
You also at one point had a knife to his neck
You were like a caged lion on steroids when you woke up from the crash
You started a ruckus the moment you woke up and didnt see neither AJ nor Clem in the room with you
They were all you had so you panicked, and you had a hidden knife in your boot so you took it out
Louis was unluckily the one in the room first and as he entered he was thrown against the wall, knife to his neck as he looked up at you terrified
You were tall as hell too, towering over Louis by a bit
He didn't hate you, he understood why you acted the way you did
Also you were pretty but he didn't wanna get on your bad side
Didn't wanna find out what it was like on it
You didn't smile a lot, he heard how you talked with AJ and Clem, all soft
He also noticed the way you would take care of AJ, when someone even looked at any of you wrong thry always met your glare
Kinda scary when a 6'3, tatted, scar filled and muscular teen is standing behind the ones behind thrown dirty looks
He sorta wished he got to see that soft side of you but understood why he didn't
He loved your tattoo's though
Thought they were amazing pieces of art
And he kinda wanted to know the stories behind the scars
But he knew they eere probably personal
He didn't think he would get close to you at all
Until a game of war…
You, Clem, Louis, Vi and Marlon were all playing war the first night after you guys had woken up. You noticed the looks the others gave you, but eh, who cared?
Louis had noticed your look, you were intimidating as hell with the height. He could tell you had been through some things, you had the scars to prove it.
But as you all played war he saw you come out of your shell a bit, but when he was really in awe was when you laughed.
He had made a small joke, the others laughing while Vi gave a sarcastic remark, he laughed too before he abruptly stopped. There was an unfamiliar sound mixed in, your laugh.
He slowly looked over at you, seeing the most beautiful sight he had ever seen. You were laughing, holding your side a bit as your smile was a bit crooked.
You were laughing? At his joke?!
He stared at you like you were a goddess/god for a moment before a smile broke out on his face. He made a promise to himself he would make you laugh as much as he could.
And he succeeded, something he is now and always will be proud of. Cause he got the intimidating, scar filled, tattoo covered goddess/god to laugh. If that ain't an accomplishment he doesn't know what is.
MARLON
He was sorta put off by you
He didn't hate you, just didn't know you
He was mostly intimidated, you were way taller than him and he was one of the tallest at the school
But that doesn't mean he didn't absolutely love your tattoos
Even if he didnt know you he loved 'em
Before it all he had been into all those heavy metal, punk bands and all that
You sorta gave him a feeling of nostalgia when around, he liked it
He thought you would be a great addition to the school
And he had been right
Ever since they found you roaming the woods, taking out walkers left and right
It took a while to convince you but eventually they came back with you in tow
It took a while to get used to having you around, you were cold and blunt at first with a glare on your face
But that was because you were in a new place, you took a while to settle in but you were grateful they gave you a chance
And Marlon one day realized you were actually not that bad
Thanks to Rosie
Marlon had been looking for Rosie for a bit. The dog had run off and he hadn't been able to find her at all.
He tried everything, asking everyone and nobody seemed to have found her. But he also noticed you weren't there either, kinda suspicious.
He walked around the admin building, looking around for her before sighing as he began to walk back. He then paused his step, hearing the sound of laughter and Rosie's familiar bark.
He was confused, looking around the corner before freezing at the sight of you tossing a stick and Rosie coming back with it, her jumping up a bit and accidently knocking you down, barking before starting to lick your face.
You laughed. "Rosie!" You giggled, trying to cover your face as you got mud on your clothes. You then shrugged, you'll wash them later. You then began to scratch behind Rosie's ears, the dog laying on her side as you began to scratch her belly.
From by the wall Marlon watched surprised. You were so cold but when with Rosie you seemed so nice and sweet? He didn't know what to feel but couldn't help but smile.
You actually looked peaceful as you sat on the ground with Rosie, scratching her belly as the sun began to set.
He actually liked it, he would like seeing you like this more. You didn't seem to care that you were getting dirty, playing with his dog and tossing a stick.
Hey, maybe he'll join you guys one day. But for now, he'll just watch from a distance.
#twdg louis#twdg marlon x reader#clementine x reader#twdg x reader#twdg marlon#twdg season 4#the walking dead game headcanons#the walking dead game x reader#louis x reader#twdg clementine#headcannons
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AUgust Day 24:
steve harrington has a signature spot for dates in the summertime. the boating lake on the outskirts of town is the perfect place for a late afternoon picnic and a row around the lake. very capital R Romantic.
eddie knows this, because he gets a summer job working as an attendant on the dock, handing out life vests and directing visitors to rowing boats, canoes, whatever they have available. he doesn’t really know steve beyond a couple shared classes together, but he’s been nursing a crush on him for as long as he remembers.
eddie suffers through watching steve take girl after girl on dates, gives him a knowing nod when a brunette is replaced by a blonde, and then another blonde, and so it goes on. it’s never the same girl twice. eddie wonders what it might be like, floating out on the lake with this charming, pretty guy who can’t seem to keep a girl from one week to the next. they don’t really talk much beyond the appropriate exchanges as eddie guides steve and whoever he’s with this time to the boats, but it’s enough to have eddie’s heart fluttering a little, and, though he doesn’t know it, the flush that creeps across steve’s cheeks has nothing to do with his date.
eddie has to physically look away from that pretty face one day, when steve wobbles magnificently as he steps into the boat, and eddie instinctively darts his hand out to steady him. steve grips him hard, regaining his balance, and the bashful smile steve gives him, cheeks flushing pink like strawberry ice cream. eddie averts his gaze, stares at his feet and desperately ignores the final little squeeze steve gives his hand before he lets go, tries to shake off the tingle that’s left sizzling his fingers once steve does.
towards the end of august, eddie spots steve tracking his way toward the dock, alone.
he seems to be mouthing something to himself, shaking his head in little flurries. if eddie didn’t know better, he’d think steve was nervous.
“no date today?” eddie asks once steve’s stepped onto the dock, leaning back against the boathouse, arms folded loosely. he tries to keep the relief out of his voice.
“uh, well, i didn’t bring anyone here with me. but i uh, i thought- i don’t know if this is stupid but. i go on a lot of dates, and they’re nice and all, but i um. every time i come here, i feel myself getting, yknow, distracted.” steve says it like eddie’s supposed to know what he means. eddie squints a little, raising one eyebrow. “okay yeah, uh, i mean i get- i get distracted by you. and i wanted, if you want to, i thought, maybe i don’t need all these other dates. maybe i need… uh… can i take you out some time?”
eddie’s heart stutters, his skin tightening with the heat of a blush. steve winces a little at his lack of eloquence, and eddie wants to kiss him. a lot.
“you- like, on a boat?” eddie responds, not a little dumbfounded.
“it doesn’t have to be a boat. figured you’d had enough of those,” steve chuckles self-consciously, runs ha hand back through his hair.
“but, can it be on a boat?”
“oh, sure of course, yeah i just thought- but, yeah.” steve smiles and it lights up his entire face. eddie adds to his tally of ‘times he wants to kiss steve harringon’.
they totter into a little rowing boat and float out onto the lake, steve pulling and pushing the oars with a deftness that’s maybe sorta kinda Doing Something for eddie, and they talk. properly, and easily, dipping into shameless flirtation as naturally as breathing.
and by the end of the evening, eddie makes a new tally in his mind: ‘times he’s kissed steve harrington’.
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Clockwork - A Postal 1 Dude x Reader fic
Guess who finally got inspiration to actually write one motherfuckers
This is pre-Postal 1, kinda sorta a coffee shop au if you squint your eyes hard enough? More so just a food service setting because he just works there.
Reader is given no gendered pronouns or titles, second person POV, apologies for any awkwardness cause i haven written one of these in a hot minute and thanks to a friend to beta reading when my power went out, gotta love summer </3
It was almost like clockwork.
Work was always long and tedious, it left you heading out in the dead of night and hungry with hardly anywhere open at this hour. It was understandable, hardly anyone was up at this time of day, but you didn’t want to drive home on an empty stomach regardless.
So you tended to pull into the closest place that’d take you in, a pretty small doughnut shop in a truck stop just a bit down the road that was always there, even if it was pretty stuffy. There weren't that many people who worked so late at night so you usually only saw one guy there when you ordered, he was pretty tall, even when he hunched down so much he was still a bit taller than you were. You didn’t know his name, you asked if the uniforms were supposed to have a name tag or something, but he sheepishly admitted he didn’t like wearing one and especially didn’t like people knowing it, so you didn’t want to press any further than that.
He had long ginger hair, just about resting on his shoulders around where his goatee was, as well as a fairly strong brow-line and an air of discomfort at almost all times. A pair of sunglasses rested on the bridge of his nose, maybe to hide his lack of eye contact, though sometimes you could spot his hazel eyes darting around behind them.
You figured he took these hours because less people showed up, in fact, around this time you never really saw anyone else ordering besides maybe law enforcement stopping by to get something to eat before quickly heading back out. Whenever they came in he seemed worried, almost avoidant and looking over his shoulder more to see if they were going to do something until they finally left.
Still, despite his odd tendencies, you’d started to grow fond of his presence in a way. He didn’t talk too much, thankfully not asking why you always showed up so damn late or why you always got the same thing each time. At first it was a bit uncomfortable to stand there in silence, but you found he didn’t mind you just talking to him while he worked, so you eventually just talked about just whatever was on your mind if he was willing to listen. Shitty customers, some coworker gossip, general issues with management, almost losing track of time until he reminded you your order was finished.
Sometimes he even spoke up as well, mentioning little bits and pieces of his life, just enough to give you a small peek at himself that you wondered if any others got to see. At a certain point he even memorized your order down to the specifics, it felt embarrassing to realize just how much you pulled into here, but in a way, it was nice to be remembered.
So, when you showed up one night and saw someone else at the register, it threw you off your rhythm.
If it wasn’t for them asking what you wanted, you’d stay frozen in thought for a while. They seemed impersonal, just going through your order until you spoke up and asked where the last guy went. For a moment they stopped and then just shrugged. “Hell if I know. Guess he decided to not come in tonight.”
At first you thought maybe he had gotten sick, but after the fourth absence, your mind began to wonder. Had he quit? Moved town? Died? It felt irrational to worry so much about someone you barely knew, but you couldn't just let that thread of your life fall off like that.
You tried asking his coworkers, but they seemed just as confused as you were. Even the manager said he just kind of left and no one really knew how to contact him, nor were they willing to give out his personal information to a stranger.
The only other leads you had were shaky at best, one said they thought they might have seen him at a gun shop nearby, the person at the counter there saying he walked towards the outskirts, another recounting him going out to the downtown area a while back, and with work you didn't have much time to pursue it. Should you have been pursuing it at all? He was just a stranger, people quit talking all the time. But with no one really knowing what happened to him, you couldn't help but worry, no matter how much you tried you just couldn't drop it.
Even on the day off that week, your mind hovered around the memory of him, how soft spoken he was, his mannerisms, how he had long ginger hair just like that guy taking a drag of a cigarette as you passed by.
Wait.
You turned around quickly, damn near giving yourself whiplash to get another look. He had the same long, disheveled hair, huddled in on himself in his own little world. You'd never seen him out of his uniform, but a black trenchcoat felt natural on him. When he looked back down at you, it seemed it clicked for him as well. Your tone was a little rash when you asked where the hell he's been, but he'd worried you half to death. How he just left all of a sudden, leaving you scared for his well being.
He seemed confused, both at your sudden loudness and your concern at all. "I.. I just didn't like working there anymore? I was going to tell you but I figured you'd probably find out anyways-" Judging by his explanation, maybe he was just used to picking up and leaving jobs without anyone actually caring when he left. At least not to the extent you got yourself worked up to. "I mean like, I'm sorry just- I didn't think you'd like… Care this much?"
You let out a loud exhale, stopping him from talking any further as you dug into your pockets. Thankfully you still had a shitty little pen and a receipt in there, tearing off a bit of it and writing on it before pushing it out towards his hands. "There, now you can call me back and I can actually know where you are if you jump off the side of the world again like that…"
He looked down towards your number, almost mesmerized by it. "Please just… Just keep me updated, okay man? Sorry to yell at you, I was just- I was really worried, okay? I've got some other stuff to do so I can't stay here, but promise me you're gonna call, okay?" You asked, walking out a bit as he looked up.
"...Promise."
#postal#postal 1#postal dude#fanfiction#postal dude x reader#sorry again if its awkward i havent written an x reader fic in forever and again the power went out mid writing this#but i wanted to make something nice and sweet with him for once. no character analysis just happiness <3#hopefully when i get more ideas eventually sometime in the future ill be more confident writing him
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Meeting of the Nettos
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THUD!
After what felt like an eternity of freefall, Megaman.EXE suddenly hit solid, hard ground.
"Oww..." The orange navi groaned from his landing spot on the ground. After taking a moment to recover and gather himself, Megaman pulled himself upright and tried to inspect his surroundings.
He blinked his green eyes in confusion. He was standing in some kind of strange, white void. He squinted his eyes, straining to understand how far the space stretched, but no matter how hard he focused, he could not make out any sort of horizon; there didn't even seem to be a floor, despite the ground feeling completely solid beneath his feet. It couldn't possibly be the real world, but this place didn't feel like anywhere on the net, either. Was he dreaming somehow?
"Where the heck am I??" he cried out.
"Whoa! Another navi me?!"
Megaman whirled around at the voice of a sudden new presence in the void, and found himself face-to-face with...
...himself?
The other navi definitely had his face, but certain other details were different. He had the same orange gloves and boots, but his bodysuit was a plain black compared to his own dark orange. He also wore a full orange helmet, with a white antenna on both sides and short tufts of dark artificial hair poking out at the back. All the same, the Hikari family crest rested on the front of his helmet, the sides, and on his chest. But perhaps the biggest (and most curious) difference was that the other navi had brown eyes.
Hub's eyes.
"Whoa...!" The delayed shock finally struck Megaman, and he jumped in surprise. "Who are you? Why do you look like me??"
"That's what I wanna know!" said the lookalike, seeming oddly less surprised than Megaman figured he should be, and far more excited. "You're a Netto too, right?"
He blinked. "Huh?"
"Ah, wait, you go by Lan, don't you?"
Megaman's eyes widened slightly at the use of his real name, and he forced out a rather unconvincing laugh. "I dunno where you got that name from, but you're looking at the one and only Megaman!"
The other navi's eyes lit up in a surge of excitement. "No way! You go by Megaman too??"
Megaman deflated slightly. "Y-Yeah...? Is that name common around...wherever we are?"
"Sorta," said the other Megaman, "But in my case, I'm not usually a navi."
"Aaaaand you lost me," said Megaman, his brows furrowed in confusion, and brought a hand to his chin. "Hey, wait. If you're really another me, then...were you made the same way?"
The other Megaman shrugged. "I dunno, did you and your Rockman fight an ancient net entity that grants people's wishes by warping reality?"
Megaman merely blinked in silence.
The other Megaman grinned sheepishly, rubbing his hand against the nape of his neck. "Guess not."
Megaman let out a small sigh and shifted into a sitting position. "Normally I don't like to talk about when I was made. But, weirdly enough, I feel like I could talk to you about it because you remind me of more than just...well, me. You kinda remind me of Hub, too."
The other Megaman tilted his head with curious interest, moving to join him on the ground. "Who's Hub?"
"He's my operator. He's kind of shy and quiet, but he's a really nice and friendly kid. He's also really smart and focused!! Without him, I never would've stood a chance against World Three or anybody else!"
"Hey," said the other Megaman suddenly, "Just, out of curiosity, are you and Hub...twins?"
Megaman's eyes widened. "I...how'd you know?"
The other Megaman gave a weak smile. "Normally, I can be pretty clueless about a lot of things. But, if you're me, and you're a navi, and you were made, then...I think I understand."
Brown eyes locked with green.
"You were the one who had HBD, weren't you?"
Megaman gulped, but it was more of a phantom reflex than anything else. "...Yeah. When we were born, Hub turned out perfectly healthy, but...I wasn't so lucky." He shook his head, as though to ward off any negative thoughts. "But Dad didn't wanna give up on me. He worked day and night, trying to incorporate my DNA with the Navi Project to bring me back. And eventually, right around Hub's 10th birthday...there I was, all finished and ready to meet him. We've been together ever since: stopping netcrime and making the world a better place for humans and navis to live peacefully." He tilted his head downward. "I just wish we weren't always separated by a screen."
A silence hung between the two orange navis. Neither was entirely sure what to say next.
"...Are you mad at your dad?"
Megaman looked to his counterpart. "For what?"
"For doing that to you. Did he ever make you feel...inferior? Like you were just a backup of the real Lan?"
Megaman's brow raised. Where was this coming from? "Not...really? I mean, for a while I couldn't tell Hub who I was even though I really wanted to, and it was kinda hard to keep it secret, but other than that...Dad always seemed to think of me as Lan. I mean...I feel like I'm the real Lan. Never really had any reason to doubt myself."
The other Megaman hummed flatly. "Gotcha."
Feeling a sense of concern, Megaman side-eyed his counterpart. "Is...is your Hub okay?"
The other Megaman gave a solemn nod. "His name's Saito, actually, but he also goes by Rockman. And...he wasn't okay for a while, but I didn't know it at first. He'd been building fences around his true feelings and keeping them hidden, so I never knew just how much he was hurting." He brought a hand to his chest. "He was so scared at first when the entity switched our places. I had to keep reminding him to breathe just so he wouldn't pass out. I could tell he was really excited to be human and getting to just, live, y'know? But he felt like he didn't deserve it, like he'd stolen my life from me. Like he'd stolen Saito's life."
He looked back to Megaman, though the melancholy on his face had given way to vigor, and his brown eyes shone with it. "But after everything we've been through together, especially on Torishima...I feel like those fences are finally gone, and me and Saito are closer than ever! Brothers, no matter what!"
That smile was infectious, and Megaman couldn't help himself. "Yeah...just like me and Hub! Nothing can stop us, 'cause no matter what, we're always connected!" He then sighed defeatedly. "I just wish one of them was here now, they could help us find a way out of this place."
"I guess we better go find the others then."
Megaman did a double take. "Others??"
"Yeah! You didn't think we were the only ones here, did you?" He stood up and gestured for Megaman to follow him. "C'mon!"
The two walked for some time, though exactly how long, Megaman wasn't certain. For all he knew, time may not even exist in this endless white void. But, soon enough, they came upon a growing crowd, and Megaman's eyes widened.
An entire group of other Lans, or Nettos, or whatever they called themselves, stood amongst each other. They were either chatting, laughing, or just looking around in excited confusion. Some were navis, just like him. Others seemed to be completely human. At least one of them even appeared to be a girl.
Netto Megaman slung his arm around his shocked counterpart's shoulder. "We still don't really know where we are, but since it just seems to be other Nettos and Lans here, I've been calling it 'the Nettoverse'! Pretty cool, huh? It's like something out of a superhero movie!"
His mind spinning faster than he could keep up with, Lan Megaman shook his head.
"This...is...AWESOME!"
#megaman battle network#megaman#lan hikari#netto hikari#megaman.exe#rockman.exe#MegaLan AU#Running Up That Hill#nettoverse#artsy fartsy#I can't write anymore blaghhh#I was worried I wasn't gonna get this up before class but I just made it lmao
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So what if chisaki and his S/o haven’t seen each other in one year and then they meet eachother like fluff chisaki
He despised your boss.
He hated the fact that you had relatives over that freacking place you had to go...
He loathed how his chest tightened... loathed how he felt like a bucket of ice cold water was dropped on him when you told the news.
One year. 12 months. 365 days.... without you close.
For a man whose was know by his mysophobia and lack of empathy towards others.... it was kinda hard to imagine he would be like a damn statue at the airport... on the day you left... holding you with a petrified look and refusing to let go until those damn voices called all the passengers of your plane.
He had the memory of coming back home with his usual numb look but feeling like all the weight of the word was perched on his shoulders... mocking him. Mocking him for his stupidity. Mocking him for feeling like shit just from seeing someone go....
Except that someone was actually... really, really important for him.... someone he just couldn't picture his life without... not anymore at least.
The boss was worried sick. He could tell. The way the old man would secretly pass by each day by his office; occasionally ask him how things were doing with both of you...
He couldn't lie. Things were complicated.
You both were actually.... super close. So it ended up on a few discussions on why the hell you couldn't visit Japan to see him or vice versa...
Both of you were busy. It was a nasty year. But it didn't stopped his and yours selfishness...
Video chats were, what Mimic would call, a pain in the ass. Your internet was shit, sometimes the audios didn't come or the image of you spammed and he swore one time his computer glitched on one of his and yours calls. Not even speaking about the time lapse and your busy schedules.
But... he was some sorta of relieved that despite the distance you both manage to stay in contact and that... neither you or him gave up on you two.
Now... December. It has been a year and a few days... snow was covering the streets and for him it was both refreshing and disgusting. Most people with low immune system got sick around this time of the years and for holy God he hated snow... it was so... weird.
But it was refreshing... despite the amount of people he had to be close to...despite his anxiety getting the best of him... he waited.
Constantly checking on his watch, one that you gave to him, he clicked his tongue in annoyance.
You were late.
By only 5 minutes. Yet still late.
He sighed, his warm breath being trapped by his plain black mask as he watched carefully the crowd for any similar features.
He flinched at the contact of a nasty finger poking his shoulder... he went to slap the hand away and turned abruptly to see who the hell was behind him only for his usual golden eyes widen in shock at seeing you. Mask on due to protection and eyes squinting in happiness... he could tell you were smiling so brightly under that thing...
"Hi." You whispered softly... the crowd was huge but he managed to listen to it as his hives slowly calmed down.
"Hello." He talked back, trying to ignore the cursed butterflies fluttering on his stomach... chest.... everywhere.
He had a smile on his lips... he could feel it since his cheeks were burning a bit.
Both of you got out of the airport, your baggages already on his car as Nemoto drove you both back to the hassaikai.
His fingers twitched as he sat besides you... you two didn't touched yet, you knew of his little problem, so of course you wouldn't push it too hard.
But what if he told you that he was actually on a internal battle with himself..? What if he told you his mind was split into two? One begging for him to just move and feel you against him again, and the other arguing that you needed to clean yourself first due to the germs of the plane and all the places that you've been.
The longer you took in the shower, the faster was his movement of his knees bouncing. He appreciated that you took good care of yourself for both him and yours sake... but God dammit couldn't you just hurry up?
"I missed this. The bathroom smells like you." You sighed, already with a change of clothes as your discarded the old ones on the bin.
You gasped at the abrupt hug he gave to you as his bate hands both hold the back of your head and the small of your back... his face buried on the top of your head as your eyes widened.
Sure, you missed him... but this was Kai Chisaki. A man that despite you knowing he loved you, he never was one to just cling onto you like this.
Ir was only when you heard his shaky breath and the murmured words your eyes watered as you hugged him back with a giddy smile.
"I missed you too. Very much." You murmured back as his thumb carried your skin.
.
Bonus
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"Finally his humor will come back to being acceptable." The elder laughed as he hugged you tightly.
"You're squeezing (Y/n) too tight." Chisaki murmured in annoyance as you giggled and hugged the elder back.
"Please they are a life saver inside here." The elder spoke seriously before whispering to you "Really, worst year of his life and for the hassaikai, don't do that again kid."
You snorted as Chisaki scoffed.
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hey!! i hope ur doing good<3!
can u please write manzini fluff or just general headcanons w/ a reader who has a emo/punk style? if he'd try on anything or shop w/ reader, just stuff like that!
enjoy ur night/day💜💜
"Stop complaining mister, you said that if i won in the race i could do your make-up so hush" You snap at your boyfriend whose wiggling in your make-up chair.
"Yeah i didn't expect you to go all out you know, just thought you would do my make-up not make me a whole new person" He groans looking at the mirror the dreads that are clipped back pulling on some of the little baby hairs.
You put some light conclear under his eyes to make the eyeliner you smudge around his eyes really pop. "Now Kristoffer i need you to stay SUPER still so i dont stab your eye cause im bout to tight line it mmk"? you say holding his face in a death grip his cheeks pushing together making his lips smush.
"O-okay" he mutters i little terrafide that your are putting a pencil near his eye but non the less he lets you continue. "I trust you" he says as he watches the pencil get closer to his eye "Are you sure the grip you have on the armchair right now would tell me other wise" you giggle softly before pulling his lower eyelid down and gentaly running the pencil over it.
After you finish that up you quickly apply some mascara pulling the eye make-up together. You step back adimering you work before grabbing some highliter and lightly dusting it over his cheekbones and nose to give him that sorta Edward Cullen look.
"We done" he smiles desprately wanting this to be over "no not yet" you run to the bathroom and grab some black hairspray temporary dye. "YOUR NOT DYEING MY HAIR BLACK" Kristoffer jumps from the chair holding his hair as if it would fall out if you got the can anywhere near his hair.
"Its only temporay it will wash out in like 2 washes if you scrub hard enough" You say rolling your eyes sarcasticly while shaking up the tube. You hear a groan before the chair sqeaks as kristoffer sits back down he eyebrows scrunched hands clamped togther.
"You'll be fine kæreste (sweetheart in danish i did you google translate tho sorry)" you grab a row of dreads a spray over them the black washing over them completely before you move onto the next row. You made sure to do all the visible dreads first just in case there wasn't enough spray to cover them all and your glad you did as the can could only cover like 90% of the dreads.
"Hair all done what do you think babe" You spin his chair to face the mirror like they did at the salon. Kristoffer's eyes which had been shut tight slowly opening them squinting in the mirror before opening them completely taking in the whole affect.
"Wow babe, didnt think i would look this great with spray dye black hair gosh" he says with fake shock. You smack him lightly over his head rolling your eyes again at his antics. You move towards the closet to grab some clothes of his that could kinda match the look you were going for.
Only finding a black baggy shirt you were NOT happy you rummage through your draws and find a back singlet with some graffic design on it. You chuck it over your shoulder "Put this on" you say to Kristoffer "Wait i have to dress as well" he sighs but goes along with it "of course you have to dress up dont be ridiculous" you say leaning on your hip sassy chucking a pair of your black yoga pants that would stretch comfortably over his waist.
"Pants as well" he groans grabbing the pants you chucked at him before gripping the bottom of his shirt pulling it over his head gasping when he sees some black residue on the neckline of his grey shirt "Ah there spray on my shirt" "It'll wash out" you laugh grabbing it and putting it inside of the washing basket.
You turn back around and see a struggling Kristoffer his arms in an uncomfortable position bent at a weird angle with the shirt bunched up at his collar bone "Help" he says. You giggle before rushing to help him get unstuck.
Straightening the shirt once you fixed it you move a couple of his braid around to make them look nice and neat before turning around so he could remove his pants while also grabbing a couple of your studded belts, necklaces and bracelets with vibrant colours.
"The yoga pants are doing wonders for your ass babe" you laugh when you turn around "my ass always looks great thank you very much" he says snapping his fingers making you laugh even harder "really getting into character now, well put these on" you say showing him the assortment of accessory's you placed on the bed in there respective groups.
"Ooooo" Kristoffer says grabbing the colourful accessories and putting them on " How do i look" he smiles brightly showing off his outfit doing a quick 360 of it all "very snazzy" you giggle.
With the outfit you are currently wearing and Kristoffers new outfit you decide you need to do a cute little photo shoot. You drag you boyfriend over to you decorated wall and make him do some poses before you get dragged to go some selfies with him, laughing your asses off while snapping photos.
A week later Kristoffer comes back to your house running up to your room after your parents said that you were in the shower and you would be a couple minutes longer. He closes the door behind him and takes in the room's decor noticing something was a little off. His eyes leading over to your photo wall his eyes focusing on some of the new photos. A couple of your friends at some concert and some random ones of pets and then seeing a few of the pictures you two took together his eyes softening running his finger over the picture smiling softly.
Hope you enjoyed please do leave requests of anybody you would like i can even be people i haven't written before i am trying to get back into writing.
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