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softestnatalie · 9 months

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Abandoned corridors of the heart

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x female!reader

Timing: Season 1

Summary: You were on your own when the apocalypse started, not having much family or friends. That, however, changed when you met a grumpy redneck in the woods. In desperate need for help and a group, you chose to trust him just the slightest bit. You didn't expect him to change your life the way he did.

Warnings: large age gap, mild language, swear words, daryl being an ass, violence, blood and gore, character death, sexual content, just basic TWD stuff, topics like sexual assault and self harm

Autor's note: Hi! This is my first The Walking Dead fanfiction. It will start in season 1 and end in season 11 so this chapter will play in the first episode of TWD. Of course I will put in my own plot as well. The female character is supposed to be the reader, not an original character, so I won't describe her looks and you can imagine her however you want. She does have a backstory tho. The warnings above are for the story in general but I will try to put warnings for each chapter. That being said; have fun reading babes! <3

Chapter 1: The home you lost

You didn't know how it started or when exactly it started, but you knew it was spreading quickly. They were talking about the unknown illness on TV, playing it on the radio, warning as many people as they could. That's how you first heard about it - the terrifying sickness - you just didn't take it as seriously as you should have. You were living with your mother to that time - only being 19 - so you told her about it in hopes she would ease the little worry you were feeling.

She didn't - couldn't. You remember the look on her face when you told her - the slight widening of her eyes, the raise of her eyebrows, and the way her mouth parted the smallest bit in shock - and you knew she wouldn't be able to comfort you even if she wanted to because she was even more worried than you.

It was only a few hours later when you saw a weird figure on the street while you were walking home. It made you squint your eyes in order to see the walking sillouette a bit better, not that it helped in any way. You realised quickly that it wasn't a person - not a living person at least because, really, no living person could look like that and it made you shiver nervously. The groaning was getting louder the closer that 'thing' got to you and only then did you decide to continue moving and get home as soon as possible. You were lucky that day.

You decided against telling your mother about the incident. Not only because you weren't able to process what you saw yourself, but because you didn't want to cause her any more fear than she already had, so you kept quiet.

Everything was still pretty much normal - people went to work, friends were being met, and places were being visited. A few things did change though. Everyone was being more careful when they were outside, almost like they had a third eye on the back of their head. What scared you a little more were the people walking through your city - definitely too many to count and the masses only got bigger as days passed. Some of them were covered in blood while others were completely clean. It was clear to you why these people left their home and what their goal was and it made you question how long it would take until you would be one of them, deperately looking for a new home.

You and your mother decided to stay at home from that point on because it was simply too dangerous to step a foot outside. Both of you called in sick for work, making sure you wouldn't have any problems when all of this was over. It only took a few days until stores and businesses had to shut down or were run over by 'them'. Things got even worse when your food was starting to run out, barely getting you through these few days, and your mother offered to go out and get more from a nearby grocery store, but you declined. The last thing you wanted was your mother getting hurt.

Only another two days later did you change your mind. The food was officially out and you had to rationate the little bit of water that you had left. You knew someone had to go out and get supplies in order for you to survive. Your mother shook her head almost angrily when you asked her if you should accompany her on her way, telling you it was important for you to stay as safe as possible and that she would never allow you to put yourself in that kind of danger. A mother is supposed to protect her child.

So you waited inside your shared apartment, biting your nails in nervousness - a habit you just couldn't seem to overcome. You glanced at the old clock hanging on your wall - 5 minutes had passed. Under normal circumstances she would only need half an hour to come back with what you needed but given the current situation she would definitely need longer. That's why you weren't suspisious when your mother wasn't back after an hour had passed. But when the two hour mark was reached and there was sill no knock on your door, you felt your fingers twitch nervously.

You thought for a moment, not knowing what to do. But you knew rather quickly that you should go and look for her. So you put on your shoes and a jacket, grabbing the keys for your house before shutting the door behind you. Your heart was starting to beat quickier the more steps you took. It was your first time going outside since all of this - whatever 'this' was - started and only now could you see what kind of impact it had on your city; whole buildings were destroyed, the otherwise busy streets were empty - not a single moving car - and where couples and families were once walking together was now an empty sidewalk.

The only noises being heard were the wind blowing softly around you and disgusting groans in the distance. You kept your pace steady and fast as you looked for your parent but you quickly lost all the hope you had when you reached the little shop and there still wasn't a single sign of your mother. You opened the glass doors slowly, carfully stepping inside and your mouth opened in shock at the condition the shop was in. Shelves were pushed to the ground and almost all of them were empty.

You called the name of your mother softly but when you didn't get an answer and the store remained silent, your shoulders dropped in disappointment. You decided to take a few of the suppplies with you before you left the store again. 2 bottles of water - not much but enough for a few days - and a few packs of sliced bread. It was all you could carry since you didn't take a bag with you.

Your heart made a big jump inside your chest and a little squeal left your lips when you saw a head between two fallen shelves. It was rotten and somehow a light shade of gray, it's teeth yellow. You would have covered your nose if your hands wouldn't have been holding the things you needed to live because the smell was just so disgusting, leaving a bitter taste in your mouth.

It was time to go back, you decided. You looked around once more before you turned around and pushed trough the doors, leaving the body behind. You kept your eyes open on your way home, hoping you would catch a sight of your mother - without success. Still, you were trying to think positive; maybe she would already be home by now, waiting and worrying for you.

You were wrong. The house was empty and the only thing that had been waiting for you was silence. A deep breath left your mouth as you walked into your kitchen, not even bothering to take off your shoes, and put down the food and water. You lowered your head, putting your hands on the kitchen counter for stability. You felt alone - so utterly alone - and you missed your parent more than words could describe. Guilt was bubbling up inside you because you let her leave. You should have gone with her, helped her.

Only when you opened your eyes again did you realise you were crying, soft tears running down your face and making your head ache. Another shaky breath left you as you sat down on your couch. You left the front door unlocked because there was still a chance of your mother coming back and you wanted her to be able to get inside at any time of the day. The chance was slim but it was there.

It was slowly starting to get dark outside when you got up to eat some of the bread you found, taking the water with you as you sat on the couch again. You thought it would be the best to stay on the couch for the night since it was close to the front door and you wanted to be here if your mother came back and you knew you wouldn't be able to get any sleep anyway.

That's what you did for the next few days. Eat, wait on the couch, sleep for a few hours, and wait again. But she didn't come back and at this point you started to understand that it would probably stay that way - that you wouldn't get to see her again - and it made you cry harder than you thought was possible. Still, you didn't dare to lock the door because maybe, just maybe, she would come one day.

Things were going okay until you woke up one night with noises coming from your door. It was dark outside and your clock proved that it was way past midnight. Your were frozen for a moment but you moved quickly when the door opened, a smile forming on your lips. It faded as quickly as it came when you realised that whoever was in your house definitely wasn't your mother. And before you could think of what to do, the figure was standing right in front of you, a clicking sound filling the air before he pointed something at you. It was too dark to recognize it but you could imagine what it was.

"Stop," the voice spoke and you were pretty sure it was a male talking to you. You didn't dare to say anything in fear of saying the wrong thing. "Don't move," he spoke again.

It was quiet for a few moments before you heard his voice once again, "Do you have food?" He asked you in a rather harsh tone. You nodded your head as slow as possible, lifting your hand and pointing in the direction of your kitchen, "Just bread," you whispered, "You can take it - you can take it all - just leave again, please."

The man started walking backwards in small, heavy steps but still kept the gun pointed at you. He grabbed a pack of sliced bread and looked at it before he put it down again and chuckled quietly, "Oh, baby, this is my home now. Feels safe enough here."

He shushed you when you started to talk, pleading for him to just leave you alone. "You can choose how you want this to end," he walked closer again, stepping right in front of you and pressing the cold end of the pistol against your forehead. "Option one: you're gonna put on your shoes and walk straight out that door," he nodded is head into the directon of your front door, "You won't come back and everything will be fine. No one has to get hurt."

You winced slightly when he pressed the gun even harder against you and you shook your head silently. You didn't want to leave - you had nowhere else to go and you would never survive out there - especially on your own.

"Option two: you will refuse to leave and well," his voice got quieter towards the end and he trailed the gun down the side of your face, "There won't be enough space for the both of us."

You sayed still as you thought about his words and you felt the need to cry again because you knew that either option would mean your death. That man would kill you if you decided against going and if you decided to go and try your luck out there, you would probably die within the first day. Staying inside your home - which held some of your most important memories - would be the easier death. Definitely less painful.

Still, you went to put on your shoes in slow steps, signaling the man before you that you wouldn't do anything stupid and were planning on leaving. Why did you think option one was the better one? Because it gave you hope and at least the smallest bit of a chance to survive.

The intruder chuckled again, "Good choice."

Your shaking hands made you fumble with your shoelaces before you walked towards the still open door, giving the person one last look before leaving the house you've been living in for the past 19 years behind. As soon as you could hear him close the door you let your tears fall, allowing yourself to be weak for the millionth time this week because how could everything go so wrong so damn quickly.

You didn't know where to go or what to do because you didn't even get the chance to take a bag or anything similar with you. You were alone - lost the only person you were still close with and now even your home. It made your heart squeeze painfully in your chest and you just wished it would end - wished that your life how it was just a few weeks ago would return.

The first place you visited was the shop from a few days ago in hopes of finding food once again. You weren't so lucky this time - the shop was completely empty, not even a single pack of anything left. So you went to a few other shops but the only thing you could catch at the end of the day was one can of coke. Obviously, other people were just as desperate and needed food and water just as much as you did.

A few days later you found yourself in the woods a few miles away from your home town and you were honestly suprised you were still alive. You hadn't eaten since you got kicked out of your own house and the coke ran out after a few nights. The weather was good for the most part but the nights were really cold and not having a jacket with you wasn't making it easier.

Luckily for you, you didn't really have many enounters with those 'rotten people'. You saw a few but you always managed to hide successfully before they could cause you any harm. You wouldn't have known how to defend yourself if one of them would've attacked you - you wouldn't have known what to do. You didn't know a lot about them in general. You knew they were spreading the illness by biting still living people but other than that you were completely clueless.

Your clothes were drenched in dirt just as well as your exposed skin and not having any way to shower just made you feel worse about the whole situation. A few cuts were decorating your left arm caused by your stupidity when you tripped over your own feet and scratched your arm against a tree when you tried to catch yourself.

Your feet were screaming in pain after hours of walking and looking for something - anything. A place to stay, something edible or something to drink or maybe even your mother. By now, you were sure she was dead - or one of the 'walking deads' - and you slowly started to come to terms with it. Still, the uncertainty was killing you. You needed to see her - needed to say goodbye to the person who had raised you for the past 19 years.

You decided to take a break and took a seat at a nearby tree, leaning your back against the hard surface when you felt like your feet wouldn't carry you for much longer. You leaned your head back in exhaustion, letting yourself relax for at least a few minutes. God, how you wished to be home in your bed right now, your mother sitting in the living room and watching her typical shows. You missed those times. So much.

Thinking about your mother was always hard. Losing her was the biggest loss you ever had to face in your life. She was always a very loving and caring person and you were so incredibly thankful for the good life she was able to give to you. Not having a father figure made you both grow really close, making her not just your mother but also your best friend.

It was truly-

Your thoughts got interrupted when you heard a loud grunt echoing through the woods and your first reflex was to jump up from the sitting position you were in and look around you in quick motions. You couldn't see anything near you - no danger or somthing that could cause you any harm. You were about to continue walking when you heard yet another grunt.

You pondered for a moment before you decided to walk into the direction the noises were coming from. You had no idea why you did what you did but something inside you told you it was the right thing. You picked up a stick from the ground just in case you had to defend yourself.

It only took you a few seconds to find the source of the noises and your mouth opened in pure shock as you watched to scene in front of you. Right there, on the ground in a forest, was a man lying on his back with his arms high above him, trying to hold a dead person away from him. Its head was dangerously close to the strangers face, its teeth making a loud sound as it tried to take a bite.

You were frozen for a moment, not knowing what exactly you should do - not that there was much you could do. You were weakened because of the days you had to get thorugh without having any food. You thought about turning around and hide once again but you quickly decided against it. Instead, you thightened the grip you had on the stick in your hand because you had to at least try and help the man.

So you took all the braveness you had left inside of you together and moved as fast as you possibly could, raising your arm and smacking the stick against the creatures head with force. Your hit forced the dead person to let go of the man and roll over the tiniest bit. It wasn't much but it was enough for the man to get back on his feet and grab the crossbow - which was leaning against a tree a few meters away - and pointed it at the creature. One of his arrows pierced through its head right when it started to walk into your direction.

You winced slightly in fear and shock, staring at the body that was lying right in front of your feet, blood oozing out of the wound. Your hands were shaking as both, you and the man, were breathing heavily. Swallowing once, you slowly raised your eyes to look at the man you just saved and your heart started beating even more wildly when you saw that the crossbow was now directed at you.

"Drop it," the man spoke and the gruffness his voice was holding sent a shiver down your spine. You were confused for a second until you realised that he was talking about your stick. You found it quite weird - funny almost - how he seemed to feel threatened by a simple stick while he was holding a damn crossbow. Still, you had no wish to die so you dropped the stick slowly, letting it fall to the ground with a quiet thump.

It was quiet between the both of you and only after a minute of silence did you decide to speak to him, "I don't mean any harm."

He didn't answer but his eyes stayed on you, studying you for a few more seconds before he finally decided to lower his weapon as he seemed to realise that you had saved him and that you definitely weren't armed besides that pathetic little stick. He looked around in hopes of seeing the squirrel he had been hunting but when he didn't, he turned around and started walking away.

Your body reacted before your mind could even catch up as you took a few quick and fast steps after him, "Wait- wait a second." And once again you didn't know why you did it but you hadn't had a conversation with another living person in days and it made you desperate. You didn't want him to go - didn't want to be all alone again, just waiting for one of those things to catch you.

He stopped abruptly and turned around in one swift movement. The words seemed to die in your throat at the look he gave you. His eyes were glaring at you and they seemed so distant - almost cold - and they were intimidating you to no beyond.

"Ya gonna talk or what?"

His southern accent was thick and filled your ears, causing you to stay silent for a few more seconds, just staring at him before you finally found your voice again, "Sorry I-," you paused for a moment beacuse you didn't even know what exactly you wanted to say to him, you just knew that you didn't want him to leave you alone, "Where are you going?"

He furrowed his eyebrows into an even harder glare and let out a small scoff as if he couldn't believe that you had actually asked him such a thing. It made you shrink back even more, rocking on your feet in nervousness.

"None of yer damn business," he grumbled quietly and you honestly didn't know what you expected since it only made sense that he wouldn't tell a complete stranger anything about himself. Still, you didn't give up and once he turned around and started walking once again, you spoke up for a third time.

"Please, don't leave me here," you felt ridiculous begging him like that but he was the only chance you had. It had been days since you last saw a living person - another human being - and you just weren't ready to let go of the situation beacuse who knew when you were going to meet somebody else - if you would meet somebody else, "It has been days since I've last eaten or had something to drink. If you have a safe place to stay, please, take me with you."

He looked at you again and was suprised to see tears forming in your eyes. He continued walking as a another scoff left his lips, "Ya don' really think I'd take a stranger with me, do ya?"

His quiestion made you shrug to which he gave you a side glance, "Please," was all you could say even though you knew that it probably wouldn't do much to convince him but you still tried because, what else were you supposed to do?

Your pleading made him think about it more than he would have liked because as much as he didn't want to admit it, he woul've been dead if you wouldn't have saved him and you actually didn't seem that bad. He wasn't sure if he was even allowed to bring people back to the camp since he and his brother were pretty new there as well and big, mighty Shane was the 'leader' - at least that's what he liked to call himself - making all the decisions. He had to roll his eyes at the mere thought of that guy.

Then again, he really didn't care about Shane's opinions since he and his brother would leave them soon anyway. So whatever impact you could or would have on the group wouldn't be his problem. That's what convinced him.

He gave you one last look before he nodded, "If ya even think 'bout doin' somethin' stupid-"

He didn't have to finsish his sentence as you nodded your head, "I won't."

He gave you another nod before he continued walking and you took that as your clue to follow him. His steps were big and fast, making it quite hard for you to follow him. Other than your heavy breathing and loud steps, everything was quiet, giving you time to actually think about your current situation. The realisation that you wouldn't be alone anymore almost brought a smile to your face. Almost.

"So, what's your name?"

The man walking in front of you looked behind him at the sound of your voice, an annyoed expression forming on his face, almost making you feel bad for speaking up.

"Daryl," he answered eventually, his voice only a quiet grumble. You nodded and waited for him to ask about you but when he didn't, you told him your name on your own accord.

"I'm (y/n)," your voice was almost as quiet as a whisper and when he didn't show any reaction at all, you thought that he didn't hear you but he did nod eventually. You quickly understood that he was a man of very few words or maybe it was just because it was you. Either way, the walk was quiet and neither of you said another word.

It took about an hour until you finally reached a bigger group of people. You were walking up a small hill before you stopped in your tracks at the amount of humans in front of you. 14 - you could count 14 faces - 15 with Daryl and 16 with you. It took you a moment to get out of the trance you were in because you really didn't expect to ever see such a large group of living people again.

Your eyes widened when you saw a man walking towards you and Daryl in fast steps and by the look on his face, you could only assume he wasn't happy.

"What the fuck?" the man raised his voice, shaking his head in disbelief as he eyed you before he looked at Daryl, "What the fuck is this?"

Daryl shook his head in annoyance and rolled his eyes at the man because, really, who did he think he was? He walked past Shane as a scowl formed on his lips, "Found 'er in the woods," was all he answered with a small shrug of his shoulders.

You felt incredibly out of place as you watched to two men arguing with each other and the lingering looks of the rest of the group made you feel even worse. They were looking at you as if you were some kind of enemy - an outsider - and you knew that nobody really wanted you here. So you lowered your head until all you could see was the dirty ground - the only escape you had.

How could you bring her with you?

She's a stranger!

You're putting us all in danger!

The male voices got louder and if the world wouldn't have been so fucked up, you would've turned around and left as fast as your feet could've carried you. You lifted your head in shock when you felt someone standing in front of you, hiding the sun from you.

"Make yourself useful if you wanna stay here," the man spoke harshly, staring you down, "And don't even try anything stupid, understood?"

Your mouth opened and closed a few times as you tried to find your words but after a few seconds of silence you simply nodded instead of saying something.

He nodded as well and placed one and on his hip, lifting the other to point into the direction of a few women, "Go and help them do the laundry."

You would have given him a piece of your mind if you weren't so damn desperate for a place to stay, so instead of telling him how disrespecful he was being and that you were far more useful, you gave him a slight smile and nodded once again before walking away. You could feel their eyes burning holes into your body as your feet carried you to the pair of women.

You waved softly and murmured a quiet 'hey' as you reached them. They stared at you with a look you couldn't fully describe but you would say it was something between fear and uncertainty before one of them spoke up.

"I'm Carol," the woman spoke while she looked anywhere but your eyes and you thought that she seemed just as shy as you, which kinda comforted you. She had really short hair, most of it being gray already, her eyes blue, and her very thin lips were formed into a very slim smile.

"Lori," the other woman said with a small nod. She was beautiful. Long, wavy, brown hair that matched the color of her eyes and her lips were also formed into a smile.

The fact that they were being nice and pretty much friendly to you eased your discomfort a little more, so you let your own smile play on your lips, "(y/n)."

You walked closer until you were standing next to Carol and you decided to follow the mans instructions, copying the womens actions and hanging the soaked pieces of cloth on the clothes line. It almost felt good because it gave you a sense of the life you had been living just a few weeks ago. The three of you made slight conversation - basic smalltalk, them mostly trying to get to know you a little bit better - and before you knew it, the work was done - the laundry basket empty.

"Is there anything else I can help you with?" you asked the two women you were hoping would become your friends soon but before one of them could answer your quiestion, there was a much deeper voice sounding from behind you.

"Hey there," you turned around and were greeted by a man looking at you with kind eyes. He was pretty old you would guess, his beard and hair painted gray and white, "I'm Dale," he offered you his hand to shake, which you accepted a bit hesitantly, "Thought I'd give you a tent so you have a place to sleep in. You're lucky, I had a spare one in the back of my RV," he gave you a bag that he had been holding in his other hand.

The smile that showed on your lips was the most genuine one in a long time, your tensed shoulders relaxing at the kindness he was showing you, "Thank you, Dale." He grinned before walking away again, leaving you with Carol and Lori.

"Go and set it up," Lori said, "We're going to cook in the mean time."

You didn't argue much, they managed to do it without you before so they'll definetily manage now. With a nod you searched for an empty spot and quickly found one. It took you a while until you were finally finished, it being harder than you thought it would be. It was pretty dark by the time you were done and when you looked around you could see the group starting to eat.

You opened the zipper of your tent, sitting down softly and watching them from afar. After all it wasn't your food to eat and you didn't feel like you had a right to sit with them as if you were one of them. You were sure most of them still didn't like nor trust you. Carol walked by after a few minutes, holding a bowl of something to eat and stopping once she saw you alone, "You don't wanna sit with us?"

You shrugged, "I just- I don't wanna intrude."

She scoffed a bit, it almost sounded like a chuckle, "You're not. Come on, I'm sure you're hungry."

She was right, you really were hungry and as if your stomach heard Carol as well, it decided to grumble right in that moment. You blushed a bit when her smile widened but stood up and nodded with an 'okay'. You followed her as she brought you to the rest of the group and once again their eyes were on you - some kind, others not so kind - but you tried to ignore it as best as you could as Carol gave you a bowl of food. Your eyes locked with Daryl's for a second but the glare he gave you made you look away only a second later.

And you actually felt quite okay because even though you had lost a home, you felt like you just found a home.

Chapter 2

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angelltheninth · 1 year

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Can you pretty please do Angel Dust and Alaster HCs sepratly for them dacing for/with their s/o. Pole dancing for Angel I guess and swing dancing for Alastor. Maybe make thete be a little spice for both my boys. 😳

Feel like I'm getting my Hazbin Hotel inspiration back little by little. God I missed them all.

Pairing: Angel Dust, Alastor x Reader

Tags: mildly nsfw, fluff, dancing, grinding, neck kissing, teasing, seduction

A/N: Angel is sure to dance a lot in the show proper judging by the promo images and Alastor, well he seems to love singing and dancing in general so I'm sure there will be plenty of that too.

Angel loves to dance for a crowd, just cause its his job doesn't mean he shouldn't enjoy it some

There is one audience member that he puts on a very good show for, you

You're not always watching him but when you are he makes sure to put on the outfit he knows is your favorite

Since he does have a job to do he can't just dance for you free of charge but he is your boyfriend so the money you give him is shared anyways

If you want a private show you have to pay, just like everyone else to not arouse suspicion

He's got no problem taking you to a private room and having a talk with you while he dances

Actually its a good way for you to spend more time with each other

Due to him still being your boyfriend you get certain privileges with him

You get to touch and kiss him all you want, anywhere you want, even below the belt

And if you need him to get on his knees for you well, that will cost you a bit extra but can be certainly be done

He's the one who usually gets you to dance with him rather then the other way around

At least once a day Alastor will pull you in for a slow dance around the living room

Just a little soft moment in which he gets to enjoy being close to you and forget about the rest of Hell existing

He wasn't expecting you to turn the tables on him and start grinding up against him

Not an action he doesn't like but he would rather keep those things... well maybe not in the Hotel living room

Slow kissing is on the table, just keep your hands to yourself, or else he might have to restrain you

Which is probably what you want since you keep acting out

He can play that game too, he can hold you close to him, he can kiss your neck and your cheeks, he can make you shiver against him with the smallest touch

You as soon as this dance is over he is taking you away into his room and not letting you get any sleep

If you really misbehave he might even broadcast your pleasure

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #angel dust x reader #alastor x reader #hazbin hotel x you #angel dust x you #alastor x you #hazbin hotel imagines #angel dust imagine #alastor imagine #hazbin hotel headcanon #angel dust headcanons #alastor headcanons

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lilypadlys · 4 months

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In Your Arms

Dew is having a hard time on tour. Between being homesick, missing Aether, and having nightmares, he's at the end of his rope and snapping at everyone. He really needs some gentle love but who do you turn to when you've pushed everyone away?

Ship: Dew/Swiss, bit of Dew/Aether

Word Count: 1550

Rating: Teen (for mild language)

Tags: SFW, fluff, hurt/comfort, cuddles

Below the cut or on AO3

The tour is nearing its end. Everything has been going mostly smoothly. The new summons Aurora and Phantom have integrated seamlessly. No major injuries have been sustained. Only some venue issues and inclement weather stood in the way of it being a flawless run and those were out of their control.

Still, Dew feels on edge. He’s tired. Being away from the ministry, constantly on the move, and missing Aether and Sunny, as well as a million other discomforts are all taking their toll. He hasn’t slept soundly in ages, sleep plagued with nightmares.

He’s been extremely snappy at everyone. He manages to pull himself together for the shows. Falling into his role, taking out his frustrations on his guitar strings. Off stage though, he can’t find an outlet. The smallest thing sets him off.

He hates himself for it. Cumulus didn’t deserve the hisses he spewed at her when she tried to lay a comforting hand on his shoulder. Poor Phantom looked ready to cry when Dew told him to fuck off when he asked if they wanted to room together at the hotel last night. Aurora and Rain have been avoiding him entirely, afraid of invoking his wrath. Cirrus and Mountain shoot him glares on the regular in response to his snarky asides. Swiss is the only one still willing to deal with him and even the multi ghoul’s patience has its limits.

When they get settled in the hotel for the night, Swiss just wordlessly hauls the grumpy fire ghoul into their room before he can start a fresh argument in the hotel lobby. Swiss has given up trying to help. He sighs tiredly as Dew chucks his overnight bag to the floor, causing a loud thump. Dew flops on his bed and turns his back to Swiss with a growl. Swiss just shakes his head, exhaling through his nose, and disappears into the bathroom to shower. Dew is left to glower in solitude.

When the bathroom door clicks shut, Dew huffs and rolls onto his back. He doesn’t know what to do. How to get out of this funk. He knows the other’s are trying to help but he can’t lower his guard long enough to let them. Aether could fix this. He thinks. Aether always knew what to do to get Dew to chill. Be it forcing him into a cuddle pile, fucking him senseless, or even just letting Dew rage. Aether’s patience seemed neverending. No matter how long he was out of it, how many nasty things Dew said, Aether always forgave him.

As if on cue, Dew hears his phone buzz. He wrestles it out of his pocket and glances at the screen. Aether.

“Hey Firelily.” The text reads.

“Hey Aeth.”

“How’re you holding up?”

Dew snorts. “What do you think? I’m sure Mount already blabbed to you.” Dew instantly regrets it as soon as he hits send. Why is he like this? Here’s Aether, checking on him, obviously concerned about him, and all he can do is be a bitch.

“Yes, Mountain told me you weren’t feeling well. Is it the nightmares again?”

Dew is once again amazed at Aether’s uncanny ability to always find the root of the problem.

“Yeah.”

“I’m sorry Spark. I wish I could be there to help.”

But you’re not, is all Dew can think. He knows it’s not Aether’s fault. He’d be here if he could. But he’s not.

Even though he holds back from typing it, Aether seems to know what he’s thinking anyway.

“You’ll be back home soon and then I’ll help in whatever way I can.” Aether promises.

“Thanks.”

Dew makes to toss his phone to the nightstand when it buzzes again.

“The others care about you too. They just want to help.”

Dew wants to make some jerky comment but he can’t. He squeezes his eyes shut to hold back the tears that have begun to form.

“Yeah.”

“I know it’s hard but you’ve got to open up. They can’t help if you don’t let them.”

Dew sits in silence with that. He knows it. Truly he knows that everyone in the pack loves him and cares about him, and that they want to help. And yet all he’s done is push them away.

“Sweet dreams Dew.”

Dew does start to cry then. He so desperately needs a hug. Needs someone to wrap their arms around him and tell him everything will be alright. That they don’t hate him despite how horrible he’s been. Needs someone to hold him as he falls asleep and to protect him from the nightmares and nasty thoughts that plague his brain whenever he tries to relax. He curls up into a ball, tail wrapped around himself, as he sobs into the sheets.

He doesn’t hear as Swiss quietly opens the bathroom door, despite the water never running. He doesn’t see him round the corner. Swiss’ gentle touch on his back startles him and flinches; hissing and baring teeth. Dew watches in horror as Swiss’ expression goes from gentle concern, to hurt, to angry exasperation. Swiss grits his teeth and withdraws his hand. “Sorry.” He mutters as he turns away.

“Wait.” Dew forces the word out.

Swiss turns back, brow raised; unimpressed.

“I-I’m sorry.” Dew uncurls himself and sits up as fresh tears well in his eyes. “I’m sorry. Please don’t leave.”

Swiss’ expression softens. He sits on the edge of the bed, giving Dew his space, and waits.

Dew trembles as he forces the words out between sobs. “I’m sorry for being such a jerk. You guys were just trying to help.”

“Yeah, you’ve really been a shit recently.” Swiss agrees, teasingly rather than meanly.

Dew shrinks. “I’m sorry. Please don’t hate me.”

“Oh baby.” Swiss scoots a little closer. “We don’t hate you. Why do you think we haven’t thrown you off the tour bus yet?”

“But I probably deserve it at this point.” He whimpers.

“Nah, not quite.”

“Great, another thing I can’t do right.” Dew huffs and rolls his eyes but there’s no malice in it. Instead he just sounds disappointed in himself.

“Stop that. You can do plenty of things right.”

“Uh huh.” Dew frowns, unconvinced.

“Well first of all, you're the best lead guitarist I know.”

“That’s mean to Ifrit. And Alpha.”

“I don’t care. You’re better.” Dew gives him a look but Swiss continues. “You also make amazing pancakes.”

“That’s like the only thing I can do in the kitchen.”

“So? I love pancakes.”

Dew’s sobs have slowed to the occasional sniffle and a smile is threatening to break out so Swiss keeps going.

“And let's see. You’re pretty too. That doesn’t hurt.”

Dew makes a pouty face but Swiss interrupts before he can protest.

“You are. And I have excellent taste so you know it’s true.”

That does it and the corners of Dew’s lips are quivering upwards. He ducks his head in an attempt to hide.

“In fact, the only thing I can think of that you’re bad at is getting us to hate you.” Swiss closes the distance and nuzzles Dew’s head. “We love you, you little idiot. Don’t forget it, okay?” He purrs in Dew’s ear.

Rather than pull away, Dew leans into Swiss and rewards him for his efforts with a low purr of his own.

“Thanks Swiss.” Dew mumbles shyly.

“Of course Droplet.”

Dew suddenly looks up. “I need to apologize to the others.”

“That you do, but it can wait until the morning. Right now you need sleep.”

“But-”

“No buts. Go shower and change into comfy clothes. I showered back at the venue so I’ll get a nest set up.”

Dew does as he’s told and gets up. He shucks his boots and clothes on his way to the bathroom. The hot water does wonders, washing away sweat and his bad mood alike. He feels infinitely better as he towels off and slips into clean sweats. When he steps out of the bathroom, he finds a blanket nest on the bed as promised, Swiss ensconced in the middle.

“C’mere.” Swiss beckons and Dew hops on the bed and curls up next to him, his back to the multi ghoul’s chest. Swiss pulls a blanket over the two of them and starts to run his claws through Dew’s golden mane.

Once he gets all the tangles out, he starts to braid, humming softly. Dew can’t help but be reminded of Aether. The quintessence ghoul used to do this as well. He figures Aether probably told Swiss how to help and normally Dew would be angry. It’s something special and private. Aether is typically the only one Dew can truly open up with, and be this vulnerable around. But now, he finds he doesn’t mind. He lets himself relax for once as Swiss hums and whispers praise and affirmations.

Dew doesn’t know at what point he drifts off, just that for the first time in a while he’s slept peacefully. Nightmare free.

As soon as he sees the others at breakfast he apologizes. Despite his fears, they all forgive him immediately and he finds himself in the middle of a group hug. He doesn’t even feign dislike, and just lets himself enjoy being held. In their arms he feels warm, and safe, and loved.

#the band ghost #ghost fanfiction #nameless ghouls #dewdrop ghoul #swiss ghoul #aether ghoul #dewdrop/swiss #dewdrop/aether #fluff #sfw #hurt/comfort #ghoul cuddles #feelings #lys writes

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seat-safety-switch · 11 months

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I’m a plumber. My father was a plumber, his father was a plumber, maybe his father was a plumber. We don’t know for sure. Grandpa was eaten by a tiger working at the zoo that one fateful afternoon, but this story isn’t about that. Where I work is a little company called Fel-Pro.

Maybe you’ve heard of Fel-Pro. You probably use their products. They’re one of the pre-eminent gasket manufacturers of the 21st century. Wherever there’s two tubes in your car that have to have a nice tight seal against each other, chances are Fel-Pro sells something to replace that seal. Are they as good as factory? Experts employed by Fel-Pro mumble and change the subject. Here’s the important thing: they have money, and some of that money goes to feed my kids by way of me fixing their office plumbing once in awhile.

Now, it’s not all roses. My plumber and custodian buddies who work in other companies, they say that people mostly stay out of their way while they’re working. Maybe once in awhile, they’ll get a Super Dad who chats a bit about power tools, or asks some basic questions about their toilet at home, or doesn’t want to take responsibility for having left a cast-iron shit in the tank and then trying to cram it through the manifold using thirty pounds of toilet paper. The usual stuff, right?

At Fel-Pro, it’s different. These motherfuckers have opinions about plumbing, as you would expect from their careers. As soon as they hear even the smallest pinhole leak, the bathroom is filled wall-to-wall with engineers, trying to figure out if it’s a gasket interface issue. Once they realize it isn’t, they start discussing ways to make it a gasket issue.

Anything that leaks is caused by inferior gasketry, even if the pipe itself has split in the middle. They could solve that by making a sort of very long, pipe-shaped grommet gasket to replace the pipe entirely. Yeah, yeah. And then a bunch of these pencil-necks start climbing over top of me to take measurements with their Mitutoyo digital calipers, and video-chat with the toilet manufacturer’s engineers just to call them rookie-level chumps. All the while, the bathroom is slowly filling with water up to our waists, the water-shutoff valve having been removed years before to prevent these eggheads from being tempted to fuck with it.

As any professional would, I started ignoring them, but it turns out that showed up on my performance review. Everyone at Fel-Pro has to be vigilant against leaks, said my boss, a dour expression on his face. He thrust a diagram on how to apply the proper torque pattern to the wax seal of a toilet.

Don’t get me started on how angry they get when they see me using hardware-store silicone bathroom caulking to solve the problem. That’s not the ideal thermal interface, they moan, and start bringing out all kinds of high-zoot polymer compounds, emblazoned with safety warnings in Chinese. Those make the room spin pretty good, and sometimes they get worryingly hot on application, but I must admit they work a treat. One engineer brought me something he stole from a tour he took of NASA and told me to seal a leaking air conditioner drain with it. Well, mission accomplished, buddy: Jim, the custodian I share an office with, had to use a plasma cutter to remove it last week.

It’s gotten so bad that I’ve started only doing plumbing repairs in the middle of the night, when the engineers are likely to be at home, berating their spouses for daring to bring Scotch tape into their home.

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sillybucket · 10 months

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Can we please get Loona from Helluva Boss General Relationship Headcanons? Thanks for your time!

Oh boy , this is actually my first writing request - thank you so much , it really means a lot that you asked me to make this :D ❣️ I hope I got everything right , sorry in advance if I messed something up or if it’s a bit ooc :,I

Loona general relationship headcanons { g/n reader }

🍃 Warnings 🍃 : there’s a little bit of swearing in some parts , but other than that it’s mostly fluff :)

🐺 . 🐺 . 🐺 . 🐺 . 🐺 . 🐺 . 🐺 . 🐺 . 🐺 . 🐺 . 🐺 .

l🌙l Okay , first of all let’s just say it took a while for the two of you to get this far : Loona has been interested in you for quite some time , but given how insecure she is under her tough exterior she spent months just asking herself if starting a more serious relationship with you was going to work out , if you actually enjoyed being with her or if it was all just a twisted prank to make fun of her …

Yeah , despite being very aware of her feelings Loona always felt too anxious to talk about them when you were there , so in the end you were probably the one who confessed first .

l🌙l When the relationship begun Loona was surprised you actually felt the same , and while she was definitely happy she was also still on edge , wondering if you were actually going to stick with her or if this was all just temporary …

But when she realized that you weren’t going to leave , that you loved her for who she was , Loona started to slowly let her guard down and begun to fully trust you .

l🌙l Now that Loona has opened up to you more , we may begin to talk about what it’s like to date her a bit more in depth : since outside of her work at I.M.P she doesn’t have that many interests , she likes to listen to you talking about the things that you like , and the more she does this the more attached she becomes to you …

Have an hobby that requires specific items ? Loona will get them for you no matter what , and if her coworkers or Blitz ask something about she won’t take it lightly …

“The hell you looking at me for ? This is none of your business !”

l🌙l Speaking of I.M.P , Moxxie and Millie are both supportive of your relationship , especially since they noticed Loona has become a bit less prone to yell at them during work hours now that you two are dating …

However , Blitz was very , very hostile towards you at first , scared that you were going to end up hurting his daughter ( he may or may not have considered to murder you at some point ) , and he’d frequently rant about you to both Moxxie and Millie even during killing missions .

“I mean , what does my Loonie even see in them ? They’re just so … so …

UGH , it doesn’t matter ! That (y/n) better watch their back , cause I’m gonna watch their EVERY fucking move of EVERY fucking second of their day !”

However once he got to know you some more he became used to having you around , and while he’s still sending you a million texts to know if Loona is okay every time you hang out you could say that Blitz has come to trust you over time .

l🌙l Loona’s usual short temper notably changes whenever you’re around …

Even if she’s had a really bad day , as soon as you enter the room she feels more at ease , and if you sit next to her and pet her head for a while ( she only allows you to do this , NO ONE can pet her head without getting their hand ripped off ) she instantly melts to your touch , leaning in your hand while giving you what seems like a genuine , loving smile .

Only problem is , you might not be able to get up for a few hours …

“… hmm … c’mon (y/n) , just a little more … whatever you gotta do can wait .”

l🌙l Aside from her dad no one usually gives gifts to Loona , so if one day you walk in and surprise her with even the smallest thing ( could be some new makeup , a new outfit or even just a meal that she likes , you name it ) , she will remain speechless …

If the two of you are alone at that time she might even give you a hug , and she’ll definitely look for a way to pay you back even if you insist she doesn’t have to .

l🌙l If you’re a non smoker or simply don’t like the smell of cigarettes Loona is going to try and smoke as less as possible whenever you’re together , though this might bring to her being a bit more nervous …

Just cuddle her for a while and she’s going to feel much better , and she might even consider to quit smoking more often if that means getting you to give her affection .

l🌙l If there’s one thing Loona absolutely hates , that’s definitely having to go get her Hellbies S.H.O.T …

She’s terrified of needles , even the thought of them makes her uncomfortable , so usually you and Blitz are the ones that bring her to the hospital ( he insists he needs to be there , no matter how much trust he has in you he’ll come along anyway ) :

normally if she was alone with Blitz Loona would rebel as much as possible to avoid getting the shot , running around the doctor’s office and throwing around all the objects she can get her hands on , but if you’re there … well , that changes things .

Hold her hand through the entire process and she’ll do her best to stay still , keeping her eyes closed to avoid watching the needle enter her skin and panic , and if you praise her and tell her she did great when the three of you get out of the hospital Loona will definitely be happy .

“Thanks (y/n) … this … it really means a lot .”

l🌙l Loona is very protective of you , and if someone , anyone dares to insult you or worse , tries to put their hands of you , she absolutely won’t hesitate to tear that demon to shreds : no one touches her partner and gets to just walk away afterwards .

“That’s what you get you bitch , if I ever see you near them again I’ll fucking kill you !”

l🌙l Sometimes Vortex likes to invite you and Loona to his girlfriend’s parties in the Gluttony ring , and given how anxious she gets during those kind of very crowded events Loona is going to stay near you at all times … in this case , just holding her hand is going to make her feel way less nervous .

She finds comfort in your presence , you’ve truly become Loona’s safe space and while she’s not really the sappy type she can’t help but feel grateful to have someone like you by her side , making her life down that literal hellhole much more tolerable .

🐺 . 🐺 . 🐺 . 🐺 . 🐺 . 🐺 . 🐺 . 🐺 . 🐺 . 🐺 . 🐺 .

Thank you so much for reading this until the end :D ❣️

At some point I really got into it , so I might’ve made these headcanons a bit too long … sorry about that , I hope it didn’t make them boring ! Make sure to leave some feedback if you feel like it :) ❤️

#helluva boss x reader #helluva boss #loona #loona helluva boss #loona x reader #helluva boss loona #helluva boss headcanon

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brandnewhuman · 8 months

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Hey I was wondering if you could do a slasher match up, it’s cool if not!

I’m a ✨fluffy✨ 5’5 gender-fluid person. I usually wear baby comfy clothes and usually have my hair down. I love to draw both traditional and digital. I love horror even though with my active imagination end up terrifying myself. I am an introvert but I have my extrovert moments. I usually keep to myself, but with people I trust I will spend hours talking or just vibing. I hate when people touch me unless either 1. I initiate touch. Or 2. I tell them that they are allowed to touch me. If anyone touches me that I don’t know or like, I have accidentally broken a few bones. I like to stay in my room most days and spend hours either reading, drawing, watching movies, or resting with mountain of plushies. I like to talk a lot but I have a social battery that when empty I will become aggressive. I am fairly strong due to having to help out on my families farm. I like fall more than the other season and Halloween is my favorite holiday. I also tend to have a people pleaser complex and tend to worry about others, but also somehow speak brutally honest.

I paired you up with...

♡ Rz Michael Myers ♡

♪IT'S CUFFING SEASOOON♪ big boy here is your perfect match, bro is quite literally all you need ARGUE WITH THE WALL

WHY HE'S THE BEST MATCH?:

For starters, i think we can all agree on the massive size kink we all collectively have in the slasher community and this man? BIG, HUGE EVEN. BRO IS BUILT LIKE A MF TREE.

Like you, he opens up only to people he truly loves and trusts so I think he would appreciate this personality trait of yours cause it makes him feel special to know you feel this nice around him, that you open up and start being more yourself when he's with you. Loves the stay at home activities and you can bet he's gonna do DIY projects and artsy stuff with you CAUSE OUR MAN HERE IS WHAT? TALENTED AND CREATIVE, EXACTLY.

Ngl, if he finds out you get a bit scared of horror movies because you overthink about them, he would fuck around and spook you from time to time but just for shits and giggles, never too seriously. Bro doesn't have a single ounce of respect inside his body.

Physical touch is difficult for him too, and because of how you are about it I think he would be perfect for you. He needs someone who won't make him feel guilty if he doesn't feel like being physically affectionate and stuff but at the same time he needs to be able to feel comfortable enough to know he can ask for it and try to be more affectionate without the person taking advantage of him. Weirdly enough, boundaries help him regulate himself on how to express his love for people cause he has never had anyone teaching him these things so he needs to be guided a little bit.

Speaking of social battery thing, his has never been charged lmao THIS MAN IS SO DONE WITH HUMANITY FR. But for you? He's sitting there and listening to every single word you might say. And you may think he's not gonna pay attention and end up forgetting everything BUT YOU'RE WRONG. He proves he listens with small gestures; if you talk about certain food things you like, you'll find them in the house the next day. If you tell him about a movie, he puts it on the TV when you're watching stuff with him the night after. If you talk about someone bothering you, they're gone. Which is a problem cause half of the fucking town will start to disappear since he takes even the smallest thing that might've annoyed you very seriously, BRO IS NOT PLAYING GAMES.. HE WILL KILL BITCHES FOR YOU. and in general too, but that's not the point. Also he loves to just hang out in silence around you if you don't wanna talk, and if you want alone time he's gonna take the opportunity and go do his own thing. This type of freedom and having the choice to finally do whatever he wants without being forced to do anything else is really refreshing for him.

As soon as you say Halloween is your fav Holliday he's gonna be like "you can't handle the uber instincts of my uber autism" AND GOES CRAZY FR FR. He makes you a Halloween mask, he sits with you to watch old horror movies, makes you buy candy or steals it for the both of you. Obviously he's gonna go and do some killz and all that jazz, BUT MOSTLY HE'S GONNA SPEND THE WHOLE DAY WITH YOU.

Overall he matches really well with your creative and chill personality, he feels safer with someone who's not overwhelmingly clingy and loving but still shows affection and stuff.

WELL, THAT'S ALL FOLKS. I HOPE YOU LIKED IT AND I KNOW ITS A BIT SHITTY BUT THATS BC I HAVEN'T DONE THIS IN A WHILE.

Song that matches the vibe:

#slasher fandom #slasher community #slashers #slasher x reader #slasher matchups #rz michael myers #rz halloween #michael myers #horror movies #halloween #halloween movie

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darkeraurora · 7 months

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Admissions - Chapter 5

Trigger warnings: Discussion of SA. The OC finds out about Simon's assault.

Minors DNI

It was confounding how a person so little could cause such problems.

Propped up on one elbow, Simon looked down at the sleeping woman in his bed. Sound asleep with her caramel curls spread around her and almost obscuring her face. Out like a light.

His morning erection raged, this need for her becoming excruciating. He could feel his tip dripping every time it throbbed and knew he’d have to slip out of their bed to go fix his not-so-little problem.

Never had he felt such a need to touch another person. Sereza was different, as always. To hold her, to feel her skin, breathe in her scent, run his fingers through her hair, and other romantic nonsense he would never have imagined himself in the same sentence with before now all sounded like heaven to him.

Just as strong though was his need to claim her. To have every bit of her bare skin pressed to him as his hands and mouth explored all of her. Find all the places that made her lose her senses. Feel her writhe in his hands as he showered her with every pleasure of which he was capable. To take her and make her fully his.

Sereza hadn’t done anything to cause his current… situation. In fact, she had made no mention of intimacy or sex or hinted that she even wanted to do anything with him at all.

Everything happening to him was his own fucking fault.

Intense desires he had suppressed in himself for a long, long time had now awakened with a vengeance and were almost undoing him. Simon’s own body and instincts were acting entirely on their own and he felt fucking vile because of it.

Sereza rolled over in her sleep onto her back. The soft sigh she let out was intoxicating along with sight of her right beside him… looking like that. Simon’s eyes hungrily took in the sight. Sweet, plump lips, down to the smooth curve of her neck, the ridge of her collar bone, and the fullness of her breasts. His mouth started to water when he noticed her white tank top couldn’t hide the hardened tips of her nipples.

A visual feast.

His hand nearest to her was trembling. Just the smallest movement and her breast would be in his palm. So close and tempting.

Fuuuck how he wanted to lean down and wrap his lips over those stiff peaks under her shirt. Run his tongue across them and see her squirm while he ground his engorged cock against her. No doubt in his mind that she would taste simply divine.

Simon blinked the fantasy out of his lust-addled brain. There was no way he’d allow himself that. Aside from his obvious reasons, she was fucking sleeping and he would be damned if he was going to take advantage of her in her sleep.

He swallowed hard and palmed his pulsating cock through his pants.

With his head full of confusing thoughts – some quite erotic, others most definitely not – Simon carefully slid out from the blankets, adjusted himself, and headed for his bathroom.

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Every fucking morning the rest of that fucking week had been the fucking same.

Ghost would wake up early in the morning excruciatingly hard, making a mess in his pants, and would have to sneak off to fix it. Blessedly, Sereza didn’t seem to know. Or he hoped she didn’t.

God the things she would think of him otherwise.

It hadn’t been long since the night Ghost admitted to Sereza that he loved her. Calculating quickly in his head, Ghost determined it had been about two weeks. Maybe he was being a little old-fashioned but he felt that two weeks was a little soon to be thinking about getting between her legs as much as he was. To Simon, his thoughts and desires felt horribly disrespectful to Sereza and that was something he just could not abide, yet he wasn’t able to stop them. He wasn’t in control of how his mind reacted around her and he despised not having control.

He wondered, not for the first time, if telling Sereza how he felt about her was a mistake after all. The way he saw it, he would have to either end his relationship with Sereza - which would kill him to do, but if it meant protecting her, even from himself... then so be it. Or he would have to come completely clean and tell her everything from his vulgar thoughts and fantasies and the reason why he couldn't bring himself to act on his desires for her was because he’d been….

Ghost felt nauseous. So much so that he had to lean forward with his hands on his knees a moment. Bile rose into his throat. He couldn't even bring himself to say the word in his head. How in the name of fuck was he going to say it aloud to Sereza?

Nevertheless, his honor necessitated that he be open and honest with her. Especially before bedding her.

He would have to tell her.

Or let her go.

Simon continued absent-mindedly loading the weight plates back onto the rack after a brutal set of deadlifts. He didn’t want to think about any of this anymore and had reverted to one of the few coping mechanisms he had – completely destroying his body in the gym.

XXXXX

From the windows high above, concealed by the hallway's darkness, Sereza looked down at Simon. Special forces operators weren't the only ones who could sneak around unseen. A skill she'd learned out of necessity while growing up. Often her survival had depended on not making a single sound as she moved through the house, sneaking food or water late at night.

Her brother's teammates often teased her for how silently she moved, calling her a tiny ninja and the like. But none of them knew.

Arms crossed, expression set in grim concern while she watched Ghost push his body to its limit over and over. She frowned harder when he bent forward for a second then ran his hand up and down his chest as though something bothered his throat.

She wasn’t naïve and knew a frustrated male when she saw one. After all she was a physician and was able to zero in on problems brewing below the surface, both the physical and the psychological. And there were subtle signs of other things going on inside that masked head that were much more complex, dangerous even, than just needing physical release.

An explosion was coming. Soon.

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The following night Ghost sat listlessly on his bed, posture rigid, mask dangling in his hand. Sereza’s shift was running longer than usual and Ghost just had another one of his unwelcome daydreams pop into his head again.

Seconds after he sat down the vivid mental image of Sereza on her knees between his legs appeared. Her tongue flattened along the underside of his cock. Hollowed cheeks as she sucked and moaned around him before he fucked down into her throat. It felt so real he almost came then and there.

A shiver wracked his body and Ghost's eyes rolled at the feeling of more fluid oozing from his tip. Black eyes squeezed shut in repulsion.

This was becoming a problem his hand wasn’t enough to fix anymore.

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It wasn’t until almost one in the morning when Sereza finally finished in surgery and returned to Ghost’s room – though it had essentially become their room since she slept there most nights.

Unsurprisingly, he was still awake. Clothes from the day still on. “Hey handsome-”

The tension in Ghost’s shoulders dropped as soon as he saw her. Before Sereza could finish speaking he strode over to her and enfolded her into his arms. She hummed in delight at the feeling of being surrounded by him and his warmth. Her personal furnace.

Getting up on her tippy-toes, Sereza kissed along the side of Simon’s neck until he dipped his head a bit lower and allowed her to reach his jawline. Her body pressed against him when he slid his hands down to her hips.

She paused. Peering down she saw his hands practically glued to her hips, trembling. Every single muscle of his was tight. Looking back up as he lifted his head from her shoulder. The pupils of his eyes were almost completely blown. His entire body alight with barely contained need.

Sereza felt him against her. Unmistakably aroused. She pressed her lower body against his erection – hard.

A deep, reverberating growl rewarded her as Ghost swiftly pushed her against the door and slammed his lips to hers in a brutal kiss. His mouth greedily swallowed her sweet moans, hands shifting on her hips to lift her up against him, grinding his erection into her core. Low rumbles vibrated from his chest at the sensation and the heat from her radiating through their clothing.

Slender legs locking around his lower back broke through the fog of his lust and Simon stilled.

“I’m sorry.”

Sereza blinked up at him as she tried to piece together what on earth he was saying sorry for.

“You, you deserve... so much better– it’s...” His expression crumbled. Dark eyes shifted around, looking at almost everything in the room other than the woman in front of him.

“Simon, there’s something that’s been bothering you, right? Something you’re not telling me?”

Mustering all of his willpower, Simon removed his hands from her and stepped away. “It's… it's over. I can’t hurt you like this,” Ghost rasped, trying to keep himself together. Sereza reached toward his face but Ghost backed away before she could touch him. His heart broke when hurt wavered in her auburn eyes. “I can’t do this anymore. It's wrong,” he whispered brokenly as he shook his head. She took a small step toward him but that only made him back up hurriedly. "You-you should go," his voice wavered, feeling his heart shatter further as he uttered those words to the woman he loved. "I'll… I'll just hurt you… so go."

“Keeping what’s bothering you to yourself is hurting you - and that’s the only way you can hurt me. I don’t want to pry into your life Si, I really don’t. But when it comes to intimacy between us… it’s really, really important for me to know if something isn’t right. I swear to you that whatever it is won’t leave this room. So please, my love… talk to me.”

Ghost let out a shuddering breath hearing her call him her love. Trying to end their relationship and push her away... telling her to leave when what he truly wanted was the exact opposite... It was no good. His efforts were only killing him faster.

She was right and he knew it – there could be no secrets between them if they were ever going to be together intimately.

He had to tell her.

"Do you really want me to leave?" his beauty asked.

Looking at the floor, Simon's eyes shut tight as he gave a single small shake of his head. To see her walk out of that door, out of his life, Ghost honestly believed that would kill him. What he wanted more than anything was to hold her. And for her to hold him in return. But he knew he couldn't have either of those until he told her the truth. For as much as he wanted to protect her from his darkest secret and the filth that he felt he was, the drive to be honest with her had proven to be far stronger.

The Brit took a deep breath, “I, I was-” he retched and turned his back to her. With Sereza behind him, unable to see, he bit down on his lower lip until the tang of blood hit his tongue as his body dry heaved. He was trying his damndest to not throw up in front of her as the memories invaded his mind of being held down on the rough cement floor of a cell with unwanted hands all over his skin, unable to fight back as they stripped him of his clothes and did what they pleased.

“Simon…?” she whispered, taking a slow step closer to him.

Ghost roughly shook his head at her, glancing fleetingly at her over his shoulder with red-rimmed eyes. Sereza reached out to him, but the second she laid her hand on his shoulder he hissed and violently flinched away from her as though burned by her touch. Shaking as though he was almost to freezing to death.

It clicked.

Everything fell into place, small details coalescing into a tragic realization.

Sereza gasped. “Oh God, oh my God… Si...S-Simon-” Her shaking voice held as much anguish as Ghost felt.

The sound of pain in the voice of the person he loved most in the world penetrated his own and forced him to look back at her. Her next words confirmed his fear…

“… I know.”

Ghost’s anxiety soared as his iron control fell, every alarm bell in his head rang. It felt like his heart had clamped down on itself, refusing to beat as fear threatened to overload his system. “Y-you-you know? …You know…?!” A devastated sob broke through. His logic, his rationality gone – mind no longer under his control anymore as his grip on his emotions finally failed and panic began to overtake him. If he'd been stronger he could have told her a somewhat sanitized version of what happened. Instead he was pathetic and weak, just as his father had said, and failed to keep her protected from his vile past.

She nodded. “I know enough, you don’t have to say any more. Not if you don’t want to. I am so, so sorry Simon.” A single tear fell down her cheek.

That was all it took.

Ghost broke.

Lightheaded, his body crashed backward into the wardrobe, banging it against the wall, before the strength in his legs gave out and he dropped to the floor. Clenching fingers dug deeply into his hair then at the skin along the back of his neck and shoulders. Nails carving into his skin, drawing blood. The muscles and veins bulged underneath the reddened skin of his arms and his heaving chest. All the while heart-wrenching guttural sobs from years of repressed pain, fear, shame, and outright emotional agony erupted from his burning throat.

From the pit of his soul.

The thing Simon feared above all was somehow hurting Sereza. And seeing her tears fall when she figured out his past… he came apart.

He couldn’t breathe.

Cool hands tenderly caressed his fists. Gently urging them to relax their hold. Delicate fingers caressed his burning skin.

“My love,” her soothing sweet voice called to him, “Simon, you’re hyperventilating-”

Ghost’s arms shot out and snatched Sereza to him fiercely as if she were about to be spirited away somewhere beyond his reach. With every ounce of his strength, he held her against him and hid his face in the crook of her neck. Tremulous, quavering breaths blasted heat onto her throat.

“I’m here Simon,” Sereza whispered near his ear, “I’m here, I love you, and you’re safe,” she consoled. "In through your nose, and out through your mouth. I've got you, my love, and I'll keep you safe."

“…safe,” Simon faintly muttered between them.

"Yeah, you're safe. I've got you Si." The position forced her to straddle his legs. One of her hands rubbed up and down Simon’s back while he clung to her for dear life, her other cradled his head. She began to rock them from side to side as she combed her fingers through his messy hair and kissed the side of his head, thoroughly uncaring of the cold sweat.

“Safe,” a choked, shaking voice repeated.

“That’s right, my love. You’re safe with me.”

XXXXX

They sat on the cold floor for – Sereza didn’t even know how long. Nor did she care. Her legs were cramped and falling asleep from what felt like hours in the same position – she knew it was at least one full hour – but she didn’t care about that either. The sole thing that she cared about was the man still crushing her to him as if his life depended on it. Everything else she couldn’t give less of a shit about.

Simon had regained control of his breathing and seemed calmer. His energy no doubt drained by the break down. He hadn't moved though and his hold hadn't let up any but Sereza was willing to sit there with him in the silence for as long as he needed.

Whatever was needed afterward was not a concern for right now.

“How?”

He was so quiet she almost missed it. “Med school. I figured it out because," she paused; the next words needing to be chosen extremely delicately, "certain things create certain responses.”

“I’m s-sorry…"

“You have absolutely nothing to be sorry for Si. It wasn’t your fault. None of it, or this, was your fault.”

"I-I'm- I'm sorry.... I'm so sorry"

“You have nothing to be sorry for, this was NOT your fault.” Sereza felt his jaw clench hard as another few sobs tore loose from his raw throat.

“I can’t… we can't sleep together…”

"We don't have to think about that right now, but I want you to know this doesn't change how I feel about you or being with you. Okay?"

“I-I was… used... Se-nnnngh, h-he... used me.” It was the smallest, most vulnerable, most pain-filled whisper. A tiny thing with monumental power behind it that threatened to start the cycle all over as his body began to shudder again.

Her arms tightened around him, shielding him from the hurt. “You were assaulted, my love. That does not make you used. Or weak, or dirty, or anything else. You are NOT less because of someone else’s actions, understand?" Mindful of her movements to minimize possible triggers, Sereza slid her palm over his shoulder to pat Simon's upper chest. "This body and the person it belongs to – I love both every bit as much as I did just a little while ago.”

Sereza wiped the mess from his cheeks with the back of her fingers then cupped his face and lifted it up slowly, hoping to both convey the sincerity of her next words and refocus Simon's mind - even if only a little. “I love you so, so much Si. Nothing is going to change how much you mean to me or how much I love you. Nothing is going to make me not love you.”

Simon at last looked at her, albeit for only fractions of a second. Lashes along his bloodshot eyes full of tears. "I can't... do that with you. I'm not- I'm so sorry-" His words cut off again as his throat seized up.

"I still choose you," she assured while she kissed his forehead, letting her lips linger there as she spoke, "Back a few weeks ago - when you told me you love me, at the door earlier tonight, and here right now. I will always choose you Simon."

The hushed tones reached through the constricting bands suffocating his heart and Ghost felt the weight of everything he had carried inside for the better part of a decade begin to crack.

She still loved him. He was a broken mess with his darkest secret laid bare before her. Everything that had turned Simon Riley into Ghost. And yet she still wanted and accepted him. Simon drew in a deep, shuddering breath. Air hissing through his teeth. "...I love you," he murmured next to her neck.

"And I love you," she whispered. "Let's lie down, yeah? Just to rest."

After a bit of fumbling around on the floor, they both managed to get themselves upright and hobbled on half-asleep legs over to the bed. The second they were settled under the sheets Simon pulled Sereza to him and buried his head into her chest. The effort seemingly taking from him the last remaining bits of his stamina. He could barely think straight at this point. His head felt like it might split apart and he struggled to keep his eyes open.

Sereza wiped at his face one last time using the bedsheet before tucking them in and tracing lazy patterns across his tattooed arm. His favorite touch, she remembered. "Sleep, my love. I'm here."

Soothed by her angelic voice and tender care of him, Simon gave her a small squeeze and drifted off.

XXXXX

A savage yell jarred Sereza awake.

Simon thrashed on his side next to her. His incoherent shouts filled with visceral pain while he fought against some invisible aggressor in front of him.

The petite female was undeterred – it wasn’t uncommon for panicked or delirious patients to become combative with their doctors; there were ways to handle them safely. Rising to her knees to give her more mobility so she could dodge his flailing arms, and keeping her head well clear, she approached Ghost from an angle almost above his head. Less likely he’d be able to land a good punch. Grab at her sure, but not punch. Her pillow between them was decent protection against arms and elbows that flung against the side of her legs.

She yelled Simon’s name and shook his shoulder. That plus the loud pounding on the door from woken soldiers was enough to break through Simon’s nightmare and he shot upright.

Dark eyes were so wide they looked like they might fall out of his sockets. Heart palpitating chaotically in his chest and sweat drenched his skin. His panic-stricken mind was still reeling from the hell of his dream, hindering his ability to make sense of his surroundings. “It’s okay! We’re fine!” Sereza was yelling toward the door. “Just a dream, everyone go to bed!”

Simon’s eyes were so wide they looked like they might fall out of his sockets. Heart thundering painfully in his chest and sweat drenched his skin. His panic-stricken mind was still reeling from the hell of his nightmare.

“Simon-”

Sereza had the air almost knocked out of her as Ghost’s massive body barreled into her, wrapping her into his arms with fevered desperation and slamming them both into the mattress. He buried his face against her chest and inhaled her scent, listening to her heartbeat as he tried to calm his own.

For a long time she patiently allowed him to hold onto her. Combing her fingers across his head, over his nape, and down his shoulders. Unbothered by the 220 pounds of solid muscle crushing her into the mattress.

“I don’t want to do this anymore,” Simon mumbled brokenly against her chest as he dampened her shirt, “I don’t want to be like this… I just want everything to stop, but-but it’s just... Every night it’s the same thing… It-it happens all over again. Every night... And I want it all to end because I’m tired… I’m-I’m so fucking tired.”

Sereza listened silently with increasing unease. What he was saying set off alarms in her mind. These were words of someone who wasn’t just nearing the end of their rope – they were at the end and it was unraveling over an abyss. They would sound innocuous enough to most – ‘I’m tired’ - but their innocent nature was what made them insidious and not always recognizable to others as the desperate plea for help that they were. And Simon being unable to sleep only amplified everything he was feeling.

Once his breathing and heart rate came down and he was coherent again, Simon told Sereza everything. His capture and torture at the hands of the cartel, his life growing up, his family's murder… all of it.

Every dark detail of his life Simon shared with her while she listened without interruption.

Eventually Simon began to yawn. His vision blurred and words slurred every so often as mental exhaustion took hold, but he wasn’t sure he could go back to sleep, even if he wanted to, knowing what nightmares awaited him.

Sereza had a suggestion. It would work, but she wasn’t certain that he would agree to it. “I hear you, my love. I know you're tired. You are exhausted – beyond exhausted – in every sense of the word, am I right so far?” Simon nodded his head. “I can see that and I think the way you're feeling is natural and justified. It is exhausting to fight against your own mind every minute of the day. To carry on fighting it at night too... that would overwhelm anyone. It's a battle you feel like you can't win and you can't escape from. But you aren't alone Si, not anymore. I'm here and if you’ll let me, I can help you.”

He thought for a moment before nodding again. At this point he was willing to try almost anything just to feel even a little fucking normal. They walked over to the pharmacy together through the mercifully empty halls as Sereza made her suggestion. What she had in mind was non-habit forming, would leave him rested without feeling drugged or groggy, and shouldn’t allow him to dream. Once at the pharmacy, Sereza dumped the contents of a bottle onto a tray and counted out a few. Just enough for Simon to try them out for a couple of nights.

Little yellow pills clattered into a small bottle and she slapped a label across it. “Simon, I want you to know that this isn’t some symbol of weakness. Or a crutch. It isn’t for forever either. This little bottle is a tool that will help you get out of where you don’t want to be anymore. And the same will be true if you decide to try something for anxiety later. It’s not weakness to ask for help, okay?” Sereza spoke seriously as she handed the blue bottle over to him.

Back in Simon’s room he opened the lid and dropped one of the tiny yellow squares into his palm. Panic began to fester in his chest as he stared at the pill that would force him to sleep. And he both craved and dreaded sleeping.

"It’s okay if it scares you,” Sereza’s voice cut through his building anxiety, “but I’m here with you and if you want, I’ll stay awake to make sure you don’t dream, okay?”

“I don’t want you to not sleep just… just b-because of my fucking dreams,” Simon countered with another yawn.

She smiled back at her ghost. “We’re two halves of a whole, aren’t we? Part of a team. And we take care of each other. I’m perfectly happy to spend the night awake for you. You're more than worth that to me.”

Ghost leaned down and kissed her.

He sniffled as he downed the pill with some water before scooping his little love into his arms and climbing back into bed with her. Anxiety growing at the knowledge that sleep, and all of its horrors, was coming for him again, Simon burrowed back into her embrace.

Sereza held him closely, using all of the motions that soothed him most. Calming his shaking and his racing heartbeat. “If you start dreaming, I promise I’ll wake you up again. Everything will start getting better once you’ve gotten proper rest. I’ll be right here, watching over you, the entire time.”

Her dainty fingertips glided through his blond locks and scratched down to his scalp. Simon’s heart thundered while he waited to find out what nightmares sleep had for him this time, what terrors it would force him to relive. But between his little one's presence, the sound of her beating heart, and the kisses she pressed to the top of his head, combined with his sleeping pill, Ghost dozed off just minutes later.

No fear.

No tormenting memories.

No nightmares.

Just dark, dreamless peace.

XXXXX

Abyssal eyes peeled open. Pleasant stretches roused his cold muscles.

Simon rolled his head around on the pillow until he spotted Sereza sitting in the chair at his desk, scrolling on her phone. “You’re here," he muttered, voice heavy with sleep.

Sereza shot him a brilliant smile. “I am. Here just like I said I would be.” She stood and came to sit beside him, Simon sitting up and resting his forehead on her thin shoulder. “Did you dream?”

Ghost's head shook slowly, not quite fully awake yet and her nails coming through his hair threatening to lull him back to sleep until the dark window finally registered with his still-sleepy brain. His heart sank. “It’s still dark. They didn’t work?”

His little one giggled beside him, “Ohhh they most definitely worked. It’s dark again.”

“Agai- I slept through the day?!”

“You did,” Sereza laughed at his complete dismay. She checked the time on her phone, “You slept... almost fifteen hours.”

"Fifte-... fucking hell!”

“Fucking hell indeed! You were a sleepy boy!” Sereza laughed.

Ghost's eyes snapped to hers. “Price?”

“I took care of that, don’t worry about him. How do you feel after your nap?”

“I… I feel good,” he said in disbelief. For the first night (day?) in years, Simon felt well-rested. He hugged his little love tightly while kissing everywhere he could on her cheek. "I feel really... really good.”

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eternalwritess · 1 month

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Can I have a matchup, please? Can be with boys or girls

My name is Maria Eduarda, I’m Brazilian, 22 years old, my pronouns are she/her and I study Environmental Science at the College

I’m awful at describing myself, but here we go. I’m introverted, usually I don’t start a conversation with someone else, but I like to chat if other people start talking to me. I'm quite a procrastinator, but so far it hasn't caused me any major problems. I am well organized and responsible with anything that involves other people, I don't want to harm anyone. I work hard at anything that I think will bring me good things in the future, I really like making jokes (even dark humor ones) and I consider myself very loyal to my friends. I am very unassertive in showing what I want and I always give in to avoid conflict. I don't know how to act under pressure (I usually freeze when it happens and I need some help)

Hobbies: video games (Nintendo is my passion), I love to write; currently learning how to make digital art (still being awful at it), also trying to learn how to play piano (this one I’m doing better) and I’m learning to like going to gym

Likes and dislikes: I love Analog Horrors and sci-fi (my favorite series are Doctor Who and Star Trek), I love food, but I hate to cook; I hate when the weather is too hot (it’s weird, since I live in Rio de Janeiro); I hate crowds and I hate the feeling of being left out of something

𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕕 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙…

𝓗𝓾𝓼𝓴!

hello for future reference please do NOT EVER and i mean EVER give me your real name OR where you live. this is the internet, stay safe <3

if this happens again i will NOT be taking your matchup

He probably found you wandering the streets lost and soon found someone picking on you and decided to step in

He fought them off for you pretty easily and took you back to the hazbin hotel where you are now staying

He would commonly start conversations with you. Even on the smallest topics trying to get to know you more

"So how you liking the hotel so far?"

This caused you to open up more around him and get to know the cast a bit better as he would introduce you to them

As for procrastination he wouldn't mind at all being quite lazy when it comes to some things himself. Yet when it gets out of hand he'll call you out on it and drag you over to whatever it is that you need to do

You're also responsible and he likes that as he doesn't need to constantly worry about you all of the time

The fact that you don't want to harm anyone just tugs at him especially he feels as if he needs to protect you especially since you're not as assertive as he'd like

"Hey if that guy comes up to you again just do this..."

He adores how hard working you are and will commonly help you in your endeavors and you will help him in his too

He knows how to act under pressure and will commonly take charge whilst keeping your best interests in mind

He commonly listens to your analog horrors with you. He doesn't get scared often and sometimes might end up laughing every now and then from them

Husk isn't that great of a cooker... but that doesn't mean that he won't try! He commonly gets Angel to help him make you food and treats

"Here try this one"

He'll most likely binge watch your favorite movies and shows with you all of the time getting you two drinks of some sort from the bar

He doesn't really like crowds either so he'll keep you both out of it

With him you'll never feel left out of anything. He'll constantly bring you into the group and into the conversation no matter what

"Hey get over here we're going out"

He doesn't understand video games but he'll watch you play them and might make fun of the mechanics every now and then but if it makes you happy then he's happy :)

He'll read whatever you write and will always help proof read it if you need

He also listens to you play the piano and will dance sometimes if he feels like it

#match up #hazbin hotel matchups #matchups #matchup #hazbin hotel matchup #hazbin hotel match ups #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel match up #hazbin #husk hazbin hotel

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trafalgarlogy · 1 year

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Hi Aki! If you don't mind I'd like your thoughts on yan Sae.

Wdyt of yan Sae and his pro athlete crush who actually feels really lonely and empty despite the fame and all that? Like achievements are great but all she wants is to have a true best friend you know, instead of a romantic relationship.

And we all know that from first glance, Sae isn't a bestie material, have a nice day by the way~

hello! <3

in my opinion, Sae is a very picky person even in terms of picking some friends and that's why I think he would have a small friend group.

he would preferably look for someone good at sports so that he could compete with them to improve his skills, and that is where you come in, being a pro athlete means you have excellent skills and experience, which would make him drawn to you in the first glance.

and he would have probably seen articles about you or heard about you breaking records over records in sports events, he found himself looking up to you and this admiration would soon take a turn to become a crush.

When he heard you are attending his soccer match, he would be awkward around and act a bit off, and eventually he got to meet you after he won the match obviously. after the first meeting with his celebrity crush, he didn't expect that you guys would get along so well that you both exchanged numbers and start texting.

He doesn't plan to confess to you cause he is afraid it does ruin your friendship with him, and after hanging out for months he would have gotten to know you more than anyone else.

he would be slightly taken aback by the fact you're not satisfied or happy with the fame and heavy wealth you have, and you feel lonely even after all the luxury, and he understood the fact well you weren't looking forward to a romantic relationship

and you preferring to have a friend who would stay by your side through your hard times, he respected it and tried to move on from those romantic feelings towards you.

He would listen to your smallest problems and be there to make you feel better and cheer you up.

as a best friend, he is super protective and possessive, he is like okay you can make friends but don't get too close if you do; you are seeing the gates of hell bitch.

his resting bitch can scare away most of your friends, and yes it was intentional; he is jealous and angwy.

you would have to make up with him by giving him a treat of his favorite food, he would easily forgive you for this cause you are his best friend.

If he finds out one of your friends is using you or bitch talking about you, oh dear they are having their head smashed to the wall regardless of the gender, it doesn't matter cause the only thing that matters is that they are disrespecting you.

some tries humiliating you, trust me it becomes a bigger mean girl than Regina George, he will ruin their career or dream or goal. He is like, mess with my bitch you're messing with me.

No one dare harms you till he is alive.

He cooks food most of the time, and you have to admit it's good; you would eat your least favorite food if it's him cooking it.

He is that one ride or die type of bestie.

If you get him to be your best friend that means you have hit a lottery

#bllk sae #bllk #itoshi sae #blue lock sae itoshi #blue lock #the ultimate baddie bestie sae itoshi #nyxxcore #itssimpforeternity

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toaverse · 2 years

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Agustín left AU

Couldn’t help myself again and wrote another AU😅

And yeah, this one is basically “Agustín left instead of Bruno”.

and, uhm, I got major inspiration from the song Leave the Light On by Tom Walker… Yeah, it’s gonna be another dark one.. (maybe even darker than kidnapped Isa and Lola…)

TW: Alcoholism, contemplation of suicide

Because of her healing gift, Julieta spend most of the day in town healing the townspeople, including a certain accident-prone guy, Agustín.

After many, many run-ins due to Agustín’s injuries, the two fell in love and started dating.

When Julieta finally introduced her boyfriend to her mother, she didn’t approve…

Alma found Agustín reckless, a burden to be dealt with, and far out of her daughter’s league. He was probably simply using her for her gift.

Overal, the matriarch didn’t approve, and demanded Julieta to break it off with him, that she deserved a better, more suitable man to marry and have children with. And while Julieta didn’t say anything, she didn’t break up with Agustín either.

Alma just figured that her oldest daughter would eventually see that that disaster wouldn’t be a suitable husband, and that she’d leave him for a better man, but Julieta didn’t…

Instead, she married that disaster, and soon expect his child.

Well, at least Alma would get grandchildren, which she was somewhat happy about…

As for Agustín, he didn’t get along with Alma either. From the start, she made it crystal clear that he wasn’t welcome. She didn’t even attempt to hide it from him.

Around that time, the bees started to become more friendly to him. They didn’t sting him anymore, but rather fly and watch what he was doing, even bringing him some light supplies. Agustín was rather surprised, but very happy.

Unfortunately, the matriarch didn’t hide the fact that she favored Félix much more as a son-in-law, having immediate be charmed by him and approved of his relationship with Pepa.

Surprisingly, Agustín was a tiny bit jealous, but he and Félix quickly got along great, setting the “Alma conflict” (one-sided on Gus’ end) aside whenever they talked.

All that drama didn’t matter after Isabela was born. She was the light of his and Julieta’s life. And two years later, Luisa was born.

Despite treating the kids much better, Alma continued to bash and criticize Agustín on the smallest accident…

Until it all came to a head when Alma saw Agustín accidentally trip with a 3 year old Luisa on his shoulders. That seemed to be the perfect excuse for her…

The matriarch tore into her son-in-law, saying how he was a danger to his own children, how he was a burden to them all, how the only thing he could do was cause problems for the family, and that her daughter deserved better than a useless walking disaster like him. Even accusing him of only marrying Julieta for her gift.

Agustín argued back, saying that he loved Julieta and his daughters, but Alma demanded him to leave. He refused and stood his ground, thinking that his mother-in-law was bluffing. But she threatened that, if he didn’t leave, she would disown Isa and Luisa, and utterly destroy him with simply her words.

The former had Agustín scared, and agreed without thinking twice, wanting to protect his family.

That night, when everyone slept, Agustín left, discovering a way inside the walls where he disappeared in.

He just couldn’t leave his wife and children…

The next few days were definitely the hardest. He had to hear his beloved wife ask where he was and if the family had seen him. For days, Julieta and the others looked for him, but no luck. It got so bad that even Agustín’s parents visited Casita and had a fight with Alma, demanding to know where their son was. The matriarch was quite surprised at that. She thought he must’ve gone to his parents, but he actually left…

Alma eventually “concluded” that the known accident-prone guy must’ve left.

Agustín expected that one, but it still saddened him…

That’s how “We don’t talk about Agust” came to be.

Julieta was devastated. And to make matters worse? She discovered that she was pregnant a day later…

Too hurt to even talk about her “runaway” husband, she too would go along with the “We don’t talk about Agust” thing…

Agustín easily found out about the pregnancy through listening to his family’s conversations, but the news saddened him. Although he could easily just come out of hiding and be in his kids’ lives again, what’s stopping Alma from throwing them out…?

So, he stayed in the walls, making sure to keep up with his beloved family.

Only a few months later though, Gus got some company from some bees! They where pretty nice and even tried to suggest to bring some more bee friends.

So Gus just brought a whole beehive into the small room (the bees didn’t sting him, they where fine with it).

And so that’s how the bees somewhat became Gus’ pets/kids. He even named some of them (Bella, Isa, Mira, Fuega, Lola). Agustín would steal empty glass jars to put honey in that the bees made and put it back in the kitchen while taking food.

The bees would look out for their friend and owner. And they really really really really really didn’t like Alma. So much so that they sometimes went after her just to troll her.

Everything was…okay after 2 years of living in the walls. Agustín got along great with the bees, he secretly kept up with his wife and children. Everything was good.

Until Alma announced Julieta’s engagement with some guy named Rodrigo.

Agustín made the mistake of watching the proposal dinner. He saw how great Rodrigo looked, how happy he looked with Julieta, how happy Julieta looked…

It broke Agustín…

He didn’t sleep, he didn’t eat despite the bees insisting he should. He only stared at the ceiling while thick tears burn in his eyes, wondering why Alma hated him so much, what he did wrong…

His bad habits started after he found out Julieta and Rodrigo married. Agustín began eating less, became sleep deprived, and just didn’t take good care of himself. He did spend time and took care of the bees, and watched his daughters grow up.

Honestly, those where the only things that kept him going for a few years….

Until it all went seriously downhill when Agustín saw and heard Mirabel, his youngest daughter who he never actually met, called Rodrigo papá…

Gus was in denial for a few days, but with each passing day, he saw his girls being happy while calling another man papá, no one correcting them, not even Julieta…

It destroyed him…

He was reduced nothing, nothing at all…

His wife and children were all happy without him…

It all went downhill from there. Along with food, Agustín would plunder Alma’s wine cabinet and bring a bottle of wine with him to drink. What’s the harm in drinking a glass of wine to drown a bit of pain?

But one glass quickly turned into two, two turned to three, and three turned into the whole bottle…

And it became a habit…

A habit that would continue for many years…

Agustín wanted to feel nothing. No pain, no guilt, no anything… He didn’t want to feel any of those things…

Alma was right… She had always been right… It was all his fault. He left his wife and children. They didn’t deserve him…

Julieta had someone new, the girls had a father, someone better who would never leave her…

What was the point of going on…?

The bees would try everything in their power to make their owner and friend stop drinking. They would knock open bottles over, or even fly into the bottle. (Yes, honey bees can get drunk too :/)

Heck, the bees even tried to get revenge on the family by trying to lead 3 year old Mirabel to the walls to get her to Agustín so that he could finally see her and maybe raise her. That plan unfortunately (or rather fortunately) failed thanks to Alma…

Agustín was never harsh or mean to the bees, even when drunk/intoxicated. He even still cared and spend time with them when he wouldn’t have to hear the voices of his family…

And in all that time, all those years, there was one certain person who was forced to hear her Tío drown in his pain…

#agustín left au #agustín madrigal #dolores madrigal #isabela madrigal #encanto au

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throwawaywhumper · 2 years

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Part 7: 1-in-3

Content: Creepy whumper, non-con drugging, needles, implied death

FF Masterpost

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Warm bodies pressed against each other, the lights flashing, music booming, and the drinks flowing free, whumpee wouldn't want to be anywhere else usually. This place was heaven.

But this pounding headache was making it feel more like hell.

They hadn't even had so much as a sip or anything this evening, but the world was spinning around them like they were wasted. They pushed their way through the crowd, and out the nearest exit as soon as they could until they collapsed against a brick wall. Everything was so right till it had gone so wrong, what was happening? Their heartbeat was quickening, the throbbing in their head only seemed to get worse and a high-pitched ringing in their ears brought them to their knees.

"Hey, are you okay? You don't look too good, and this isn't the safest place for a rest..."

"Huh?" Whumpee looked up, but even as their vision blurred, they could just hardly make out someone dressed in a paramedic gear. Oh, were they talking to them?

"I-I think I need help, please..." Whumpee whimpered. "My friend's, inside dr-drinking..."

"Don't worry, I'll send someone in to let them know what's going on and they'll be out here with you in a second. But you need help now, I've got stuff right here to help. Who knows, it could be a medical emergency, maybe a bad dizzy spell... "

Whumpee hugged the brick wall, unable to think straight. They nodded gently, trying to prevent any further damage. "Whatever's going on, please make it stop so I can just like, go home..."

"No problem." The stranger gave a smile, but even through whumpee's blurred vision, they could tell something was slightly off. They reached into their bulky medical bag, and pulled out three vials of clearish-colored-liquid. "We're going to play a little game."

"Huh?" Whumpee shifted, sitting with their back against the wall to stay upright. They were feeling feverish and sweaty, but feelings of confusion were winning out more than anything. "No, no no games. Just give me what I need so I can leave..."

"I'm afraid that would ruin the point of the game." The stranger shook their head. "So listen closely, because you're only going to get instructions once. At some point this evening, you've been administered a lethal drug. It doesn't take very long to kill, and judging by your current condition, you don't have much longer left."

"What? What's- I, I don't..." Whumpee tried to crawl off to the side, but even the smallest movements made their head spin like crazy again. The stranger squatted down beside them, casually shifting them back into a sitting position.

"But, one of these vials," They continued, "has an antidote that will save your life. A bit of a rare commodity, and it's the only thing that will save your life in time. As far as the other vials go, one is rubbing alcohol, and the other is just plain old water. It's your choice, choose any one of these. If you choose right congrats, you win!"

"You're a damn liar..." Whumpee mumbled quietly. They would've yelled for help, but there was no one around. Even the small sentences they could get out only caused more pain, they were alone here with this madman.

"Even if I am, is that a chance you're willing to take?" That stupid smile suddenly seemed much more genuine as it delighted in the misery of the other. "I'm just as happy to sit here and watch you die."

Whumpee started to shake, they could feel themselves growing weaker. It'd been a rough week, all they wanted was one night out dancing with their friends to unwind. Why did things have to end up like this? They couldn't die, not like this.

"Why...why are you doing this to me?" Whumpee cried. "Who are you? I don't understand!"

"Time's running out, dear." The stranger tapped their foot on the ground casually.

"Fuck you...fuck! Fine, I choose..." Whumpee looked over the vials. Only one of them would save their life, but they all looked exactly the same in the moonlit alleyway. They reached out, pointing to the one closest to them. "That one."

"Are you sure about that?"

Whumpee felt their face growing wet, though they couldn't tell if it was with tears or sweat at this juncture. "Fuck you, just give it here..."

"No worries, I'll administer it for you." The stranger rummaged around in his bag for just a moment before pulling a syringe with a long needle.

Whumpee's face paled, and for the first time, they knew their rapid shaking had nothing to do with whatever drug was in their system. "G-get that away from me..."

"What's the matter? Scared of a little needle?" The stranger chuckled as they sucked the liquid out of the vial with the device. "You should see the way your pupils dilated, the fear on you right now...you're a work of art. Let's find out if you live through this, hm?"

"No, no please don't, stop I'll do anything..." Whumpee pressed as far against the wall as they could as the needle approached, but there was nowhere they could run as the needle poked against the vulnerable skin of their neck, teasing at the surface.

"You said you'll do anything...does that include dying?" The stranger was close now, far too close. Whumpee hated how the warmth from their body reminded of them of the closeness back indoors, where they were supposed to be. Not here, wasting away in an alley on death's door. They squeezed their eyes tight, their breathing shallow.

"I d-don't want to die. Not like this..."

The stranger smiled. "Well, you've got a one-in-three chance of living. Let's see if luck is on your side tonight."

Whumpee winced as the needle slowly pierced their skin. It didn't matter what was in that vial, it could've been ice water and it still would've burned like hell. There was nothing else, no pain, no headaches, just the horrible, intrusive metal inside of them.

Sebastian watched with fascination as the stranger in front of them froze up, no doubt they'd be going into shock soon if they'd made the wrong choice. After making sure the liquid was injected completely, he disposed the needle beside the body. There was probably plenty of needles in that alley anyways, he imagined. He dipped back into his back and pulled out his fountain pen. It seemed as though whumpee was already losing consciousness which would make drawing the symbol much much easier this time. Maybe on the neck this time, right on top of the injection site? He brushed their hair back from their face, feeling the cold of death slowly wash over them.

"Don't worry dear, your pain is not for nothing. You've made a beautiful monument here tonight, whether you live, or die."

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#inky void #fear farmer #whump #okay this was going to be even longer but I didn't want to make it too much so I turned it into the start of the next bit #we'll be getting back to our boy quite soon #okay because i know this can feel a bit suggestive at points please feel free to ask if you need me to add any tags #welcome to team too scared to put the series title in the header because its a dumb ass name #welcome also to team post at whatever hour i want because i feel like it

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neteyamsoare · 7 months

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pent up feelings / tsu'tey rongloa is now live. 𐙚˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩

ಇ new message from: anonymous. hello! may i request some tsu'tey x reader smut 🤭? i’ve had this idea for a while, maybe reader being like jakes younger sister and having her own avatar body. once the ceremony was done and both of them were officially na’vi people tsu’tey isn’t happy at all. trope kinda like enemies to lovers. maybe tsu’tey and reader constantly arguing/fighting and reader being provocative? and tsu’tey’s like damn i’m gonna put you in your place? and some aftercare at the end? ( not necessarily! ).

ಇ current game. you and tsu’tey hate each other, that was what the two of you liked to think until you were left alone.

ಇ game warnings. minors and ageless blogs do not interact! nsfw, fem! sully! human/avatar! omatikaya! reader, mention of arguing, enemies to lovers, p in v, exhibitionism, cum swallowing, dirty talk + aftercare mentioned. words. 1.1k.

ಇ slang. palulukan ( thanator ), vrrtep ( demon ), olo'eyktan ( clan leader ) + tewng ( loincloth ).

ಇ things to note. 🧿 nonnie, thank you for being patient with me. i'm sorry that it took so long for me to finish your request, i hope you liked it. as soon as Luna announced kinktober, i knew that this request would work out perfectly for this prompt. : masterlist / kinktober masterlist / previous fic / taglist

You were tasked to retrieve some herbs for Mo’at and you were happy to do so but you thought you could do it alone.

Mo’at assigned Tsu’tey to go with you to keep you safe but you would rather pick a fight with a palulukan than go anywhere with him. Tsu’tey and you were never able to get along simply because you were a vrrtep in his eyes and you knew he had every right to hate you based on what humans did to his home.

You thought the relationship between you two would get better especially after you completed the mind transfer but you were proved wrong, he hated you even more and there was nothing you could do so you gave up on trying. Every time the two of you were in sight of each other, even if you two were talking to different people, you would cause an argument one way or another.

‘Everywhere I go, I see her, she’s like a pest’ ‘If you don’t want to see me then close your eyes,’ one of your recent arguments the clan had to witness. The people grew tired and annoyed having to hear the two of you argue. It was funny at first but as time went on, no one would be caught dead standing near the both of you when you begin to fight over the smallest things.

“Out of all places, I can be right now, I’m stuck with you,” you grumbled as you walked behind Tsu’tey, staring at his back, you would be lying if you weren’t checking his back out right now but you wouldn’t admit it out loud. “Will you shut up already, you've been talking since we started,” Tsu’tey responded back.

You let out a low hiss, feeling you get a bit aggravated by his comment. “What is your problem with me?” you spit out making Tsu’tey stop in his tracks and you stop too, glaring at him. “My problem is that you’re here on my home,” you rolled your eyes at his response.

“I’m one of the people now, why can’t you accept that?” you grumbled as he lets out a sharp hiss, baring his fangs at you, you felt your cunt throb at that but you ignore it. “You’re still a vrrtep, you don’t belong here,” he fires back taking a step closer to you. You try to ignore his comment so you can continue your task and get far away from him but the word vrrtep keeps ringing in your ears and you can’t hold back.

“If a vrrtep is that bad and can never be good then why did one take your spot as Olo’eyktan?” you blurted out, a smirk forming on your mouth as you watched the shocked expression on his face before it turned into an angry expression.

Tsu’tey closed the distance between the two of you in an instinct, a fierce growl escaped his mouth and your ears flattened against your head, and your tail tucked between your legs as he let out a huff. All it took was one glance at your lips and before you knew it his lips smashed against yours. This was a long time coming for the two of you, everyone could see it all except the both of you.

The kiss was rough and messy, Tsu’tey wrapped his hand around your throat and pushed your back against the tree that was behind you. “Jump,” he demanded and you obeyed his order, wrapping your arms around him as he held your legs wide open, taking notice of the wet spot on your tewng.

“You’re already wet, have you been picturing this exact moment?” Tsu’tey taunts as you roll your eyes. “Shut up and please fuck me,” you spat out and he lets out a low growl. “If you don’t ask nicely, you won’t get anything,” he says as he lays kisses on your neck.

Tsu’tey takes off his tewng, cock springing up and slapped his stomach and your eyes widen, all that fills your mind is his huge cock inside of you. “Please… fuck me…” you begged and he smirks as he moves your loincloth to the side and lines his cock to your sopping hole, spitting on his cock before sliding it in slowly, he lets out a groan. “So tight…”

“Great mother,” you moaned as you felt him bottom out. Tsu’tey admired the look on your face before tightening his hold on your legs as he started to thrust upwards at a slow pace at first.

“Take that off,” he commands and you loosen the knot that held your top, flinging it to the ground as you once again wrap your arms around his neck as he leans forward taking one of your breasts in his mouth.

His tongue circled your nipple before biting down softly making you gasp at the sensation. You couldn’t believe this was happening especially in a public place where anyone could walk by any second, the thought of someone catching you in this position makes you wetter and Tsu’tey lets out a low chuckle.

“Not so snarky now, are we?” you sink your nails in the upper part of his back as he increases speed and thrusts his hips upward, hitting your g spot repeatedly, loud moans coming out of your mouth. Tsu’tey leaned in to kiss you and this time, the kiss was more passionate and gentle as you moaned into the kiss as your tongues danced around with each other.

“I’ve been wanting to do this ever since you opened that pretty little mouth of yours,” he commented.

“I wanted to know just how you would look with my cock deep inside of you,” he groaned as your sweet moans filled his ears, he liked seeing you this way, it was better than arguing with you. He can feel your gummy walls tighten around him and he can tell you were close.

Tsu’tey clashed his lips with yours again, rutting into you at a relentless pace, and as soon as your release hits, he gives you one last stroke as you come down from your high, a pornographic moan escapes your mouth once you pull away from the kiss.

Tsu’tey pulls out of you and puts you on your knees. “Open,” he demands and you open your mouth, sticking out your tongue as Tsu’tey stroked his cock, and his come shoots out from his cock onto your tongue.

When he finishes emptying his load, you swallow every last drop, licking the rest off of his tip and he smirks. He grabs your top and tewng along with his and then picks you up in bridal style as you try to catch your breath and your tail wraps around his leg. “Let’s go clean you up.”

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aetheternity · 3 years

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How they simp ft the Aot boys

This is both Aot universe and Modern universe. I’ll separate them accordingly.

(The charismatic simp): Jean

•Aot verse:

☆ He's gonna become your friend as soon as he realizes he has a crush on you and he'll do everything in his power to stay by your side when that happens.

☆ He'll slide into the first available seat next to you in the mess hall and bring extra bread so that he can slide it onto your plate if you're extra hungry.

☆ If you spend a lot of time in the library he'll find a book similar to whatever he'd seen you reading before. (Of course he has to ask Armin what kind of books would be similar to your current choice.)

☆ And once he knows your favorite genre he'll head to the library late at night and grab a couple from that genre. Bookmarking his favorite pages so he can talk to you about it and you'll think he's super smart. (He's definitely fallen asleep with many books on his lap, chest and head since he started crushing on you.)

☆ If you have a hobby that's more interactive like sewing or flower picking he'll offer to carry your little basket or wear the thing you're currently stitching up so you can work better.

☆ And yes he did get caught wearing flowers in his hair by Eren. But it was because you'd smiled so fondly at him while sticking daisies in his brown hair. Giggling so cutely when they fell out. And he was gonna take that memory to his fucking grave regardless of what titan idiot had to say about it.

☆ And yes he did get caught wearing a skirt that you were fixing for Historia. By both Connie and Levi.

☆ Levi who went pale in the face and looked as though he was secretly praying for his own demise to come soon as he slowly closed the door and walked away.

☆ And Connie who laughed so hard he choked on his own spit and had to be helped to the infirmary because he was now coughing every time he breathed. So Karma ig 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

☆ He just has to touch you..

☆ Oh God he wants to. He's gonna find a way. Whether it's a little shoulder nudge when you're complimented during meetings by higher ups. Or pats on your back.

☆ If you confide in him about your lack of confidence before a mission he's gonna sit with you and talk you through your feelings.

☆ He does this thing where he leans into you when talking. Rests his hand on your lower back as his breath touches your ear. Whispers sweet compliments into your ear because you need that shit.

☆ And it's good enough to make your toes curl.

☆ Guides you by the wrist through thick crowds so you don't get overwhelmed or lost and sometimes you expect it so you reach out for him and the two of you end up holding hands instead.

☆ He's become your little nurse. Like of course he's worried when you get hurt but there's also the opportunity to fix you up. So silver linings 🙄.

☆ If you're allergic to anything he doesn't have it in his first aid kit. Sometimes you'll get like the smallest little bruise on your knee of some shit. And it's not even from training, you just happened to trip while cleaning the stables and now: thumb sized bruise. But he's like "I don't care, sit so I can clean it."

☆ "It could get infected!" He'll try to convince you but like no, no it couldn't come on now it wasn't even really bloody..

☆ If you just so happen to have extra chores he'll go out and bring you some water then offer to help. Or he'll just ask Levi if he can go help you.

☆ "Those boxes could be heavy." He'll tell the Captain. "We don't need anyone getting unnecessarily injured before the next mission." And of course Levi knows what he's doing and sends him to go help because he honestly doesn't wanna listen to this anymore.

☆ If you have back problems or even if you don't he wants to carry your bag. No you don't get a say in it. But you can go ahead and argue with him if you want to.

• "I just think it looks too heavy."

• "Jean, I'm ok I promise."

• "Ok how about this? Let me hold it for a couple minutes then I'll give it right back."

☆ Yeeeaah. You're not getting your shit back. He's gonna walk you all the way to your designated location and then put the bag down where you need to be for that time period. Even if it completely inconveniences him.

☆ And he won't tell you that he had a meeting that he's now over 12 minutes late to. You don't need to know it'd just worry you for no reason.

☆ He has adapted some sort of like sixth sense when it comes to you. Like sometimes he'll wake up in the middle of the night to pee and just so happens to walk past your bedroom door as you're reading a book on the floor or crying or something.

☆ And now he's sitting with you even though his organs are currently failing.

☆ He'll bring you a glass of water or tea or whatever you want. You want food? He'll find it. Want a book? He'll go get it.

☆ Sometimes he sits in bed with you and just lets you cuddle up to him or reads you a book as you lay on his chest listening to the unsteady beats of his heart. Unsteady cause ya know it's you laying on him. And yeah his face is becoming redder by the second but he can't stop staring at your sleeping face. Even if you snore louder than a titan stomping he doesn't give a single fuck.

☆ At some point everyone thinks you two are dating and they talk to you both as if this is the case but you're not! At least not until Jean finally explains that yes, he does have, "Feelings for you." Tells you exactly how long in fact because to him it's crucial.

☆ When he kisses you it's the type of kiss that makes you suck in air. He takes you by the shoulders, slowly looking for even the smallest bit of hesitation in your face and presses his lips to yours. When you pull away you're lightheaded, pupils blown as you look at him with stars in your eyes.

☆ "Oh.. wow." Is all you mutter.

☆ Good luck, you just fed his giant ego.

•Modern verse:

☆ Modern day Jean is more shy and reserved. He'll definitely try to become your friend but he probably has a lot less opportunities to get you alone.

☆ If you both work at the same place you're probably both confined to your own spaces and if you both go to the same school you might have separate classes.

☆ So here's what he's doing: finding anyway, shape or form to invite you out.

☆ He got an extra ticket to a concert. He'll just not tell Connie and invite you to come with him. Because you know.. you deserve a break after work right? There's a new restaurant opening near him? Cool he's already on the phone telling you their entire menu. (He might have memorized it before calling but he won't tell you he's reading off the menu.)

☆ Sometimes he might go to your desk and leave you something sweet or cute. Like candy or little desk ornaments but he's always too shy to write a note that has his name at the bottom so he settles for staying anonymous. His heart immediately grows three sizes when he sees you playing with the desk ornament he left or eating the candy while typing away at the computer.

☆ He'll look out your favorite band so he can find out when they'll come to the city where you guys live and buy the tickets. Maybe he stays up all night, what does it matter sleep is for the weak.

☆ Or he'll find out your favorite restaurant and go there when he knows you might be going so he can just happen to run into you. No obviously it's not creepy. 😑

☆ If he can't seem to connect with you plan b is to pimp out Sasha. He just has to connect with you! So he'll get Sasha to find out any useful information on you and report back or he'll ask Sasha to become close with your best friends.

☆ If not Sasha then Connie 🤷‍♀️

☆ Once he gets useful information that's when he steps in. Oh you have a presentation for school to work on? He's at your door at 10pm with snacks (that he knows you love thanks to Sasha), energy drinks, and information on the topic you're working on.

☆ I'm talking he brought papers full of information in case you need to beef up your slides. He also brought his own laptop so he can search up any information that seems incorrect. He'll listen to you as you talk about your project and give you feedback on your performance.

☆ This might take all night but he can't help his desire to help you. And of course he's not gonna tell you if he has his own homework to work on.

• "You think it's good? Really?" You'll ask as you close your laptop for the night.

• "You're gonna get an A. Especially since I helped so now it's guaranteed."

• He loves the way you snort and roll your eyes at him when he says this.

• "Thanks Jean, you're a life saver."

☆ If you hug him you might also need to help him up off the floor or bandage him up cause he's gonna hurt himself from the shock and excitement.

☆ If you have a work presentation or just in general need help with something you're doing for your boss. He'll dedicate as much time as he has open to helping you with that too.

☆ Need coffee before your presentation? He's running to the nearest shop. Don't really understand the project your boss gave you? He'll work you through it the whole night.

☆ If you happen to tell him on a Friday that something in your house needs fixing all of a sudden he's 'Fix it Jean' now he's telling you he can fix it tomorrow and the second he hangs up he's looking up how to fix a clogged valve or some shit.

☆ And Sasha and Connie are like, "Sir, what made you think you were a handy man??"

☆ He manages though. Brings like three books to your house and looks through all of them simultaneously. Thinks he messed everything up and is about two seconds away from crying on your floor like a toddler with a spilled juice box but he pulls through surprisingly. Has your shit fixed and gets a little kiss on the cheek.

☆ Which leads into him guiltily explaining the truth and telling you everything. From the trinkets to the tickets to now with this thing he nearly ruined in your apartment. But he's so relieved to see you're grateful for everything instead of annoyed like he'd been believing in his head.

☆ Now he gets a real kiss. And Modern day Jean is built different. He's so nervous to touch you like you're made of glass. But when he does he's got his hands on your sides, keeping you in place like you'll run. Your fingers delicately threading through his hair. Giving you the kind of kiss you don't wanna pull away from. You become so quickly attached to the taste of his lips and the subtle beats of hesitation still lingering on him.

☆ You wanna pull his tongue into your mouth. Keep him so close but he pushes you back. "I wanna take you on a date." He mutters with glassy eyes and bright cheeks.

☆ And obviously you say, "Yes."

(The informed simp): Armin

•Aot verse:

☆ As everyone has said a thousand times before. Armin is an informed simp. And within the first week of knowing he has a crush on you he has information on, your family life before you joined the Corp, your favorite food, your favorite color, your favorite flower, your hobbies etc etc.

☆ And every bit of that information is stored in his file cabinet like brain.

☆ When he found out your favorite color he wore it as often as possible in out of uniform situations. Even if it was just accenting the rest of his clothes he found a way to wear it somewhere.

☆ He skimmed through books that had information on attraction and started subtly complimenting you to make you notice him.

• "Hi, [Name] that jacket really brings out your eyes."

• "It's the same jacket everyone's wearing Armin.."

• "Oh.. yeah.."

☆ Sneaks references to things you like into conversation as often as possible. Because you know, right after a meeting is the best time to talk about how your favorite song is tied to the fact that your mom used to sing it to you to help you sleep?? 😃

☆ More power to him.. he's a little confused but he's got the spirit.

☆ He slipped flowers into your favorite books but it didn't really seem to matter because he was never there when you actually encountered the flowers. (But he did often see you talking about the plants with your friends and twirling them between your fingers) good enough.

☆ He found out ways to better help your digestion. You know because what's love if not healthy bowel movements.. cause like every other attempt made him look stupid so he looked through some books on foods to help keep your colon healthy. And he explained it over dinner..

☆ Safe to say the only one who thought this topic was at all interesting was Levi.

☆ He's absolutely bombing and he hates it. At this point you only give him shy little smiles and then just walk away. He knows you probably don't hate him but he hates that nothing is working for him.

☆ At some point Eren's talking to him solo and he explains that he knows about his crush on you. Following it up promptly with, "Why don't you just tell [Name] that everything you were doing wasn't to be weird, at this point coming clean is probably the only way you could still have a chance."

☆ And he hates it that Eren's right. But he marches right up to you when you have chores out in the stables because if he didn't he'd never say all the things rushing around in his brain.

• "Hi Armin." You greet with that smile.. that smile that makes his stomach tense and his heart want to burst.

• He breathes in before replying, "[Name], I.. like you.." You pause where you're getting water for the horses to see his sun kissed red cheeks. "Everything I've done is because I really like you.." He continues, letting out a shaky breath.

☆ A period of far too long goes by with neither of you saying a word and his blue eyes flicker up to you in concern. When you clap your hands together he nearly parts from his skin.

• "Oh! That explains the weird compliments and the stuff about my mom!" You sigh, slapping your head with a smile. "Oh thank God. Armin I like you too."

☆ More silence because 1. He didn't think you'd like him back and 2. Holy shit you like him back!! He's simultaneously having a party in his brain and melting into the floor.

☆ When he finally kisses you it's unsure. Makes you lean into him. Sweet but subtle like gentle breezes on a hot day. His mouth is closed and his arms cautiously wrap around your waist looking for any sign that you want to get out. But you don't. You just wanna keep pecking his cute little lips because he's so cute and everything he's done is so cute.

• "Finally." You guys turn to see Mikasa and Eren.

• "It's about time." Mikasa greets with a little smirk.

☆ And Armin is practically fainting trying desperately to explain that it wasn't what it looked like but his face continues to tell your little audience that yes. Yes it is what it looks like.

•Modern verse:

☆ Modern day Armin is equipped with an advantage.

☆ Fucking social media.

☆ He went to your page and found out your birthday, your family's last name, how many friends you have in real life. Shit if he dug around long enough he could've probably found your heritage portfolio and your social security. (Social media's a little dangerous sometimes..)

☆ So when he becomes your friend and gets your cell number (Another thing he could've probably dug up online.) He sends you things you might love at any and all times of the day. He spends every free second he has, from lunch time to the last hour he has before he really has to go to sleep researching shit you might like so he can send it to you.

☆ And modern day Armin is so sexy in how he manages to get you into a ton of situations featuring him, your cute little blond simp. Modern day Armin needs to write romance anime 😭

☆ He heard you like aquariums not only did he send you a website to get those tickets way cheaper but he also invited himself (telling you that he was already going). And planned to take you around the city to get your favorite food and any other activities where he could drop his extensive knowledge on marine life. Oh you love astronomy? No problem he was just about to go to the planetarium this weekend, you should definitely go along so he can take you to the planet's light show and stare at you instead of the stars.

☆ Oh your favorite movie is coming out? He had no idea.. he just happened to have an extra ticket to see it the day it comes out. Not only is it now free of charge to you for that but he's also already brought a bunch of your favorite snacks to line his backpack with. Even if your favorite snacks are from a different country he got them express shipped so they'd be there sooner.

☆ He also has weather apps on his phone and laptop so that he'll know if the weather changes even the smallest fraction so that he can take you anywhere else if needed.

☆ Yes he definitely has spent a shit ton of money on you but every time he takes you somewhere your face lights up so beautifully that he'd repeatedly slam his credit card on the table to buy you a plane ticket if you even hinted at wanting it.

☆ In this beautiful opposite world you definitely confessed to him. (You better for his pain and suffering.)

☆ He could've jumped for joy knowing his plans worked perfectly but he simply takes a deep breath, eyes full of contentment as he mumbles, "I feel the same way."

☆ When he kisses you it's with his thumbs lightly rubbing the small of your back. Chewing gum spit out only fifteen minutes ago so his breath was still perfectly fresh. Adding just enough tongue to make you arch and gasp into his mouth. And yeah, he read up on how to do that too. And now that you're his, he's gonna need two jobs cause he came to spoil. No you don't get a say in it.

(The interested simp): Eren

•Aot verse:

☆ Yeah I know this one's weird but let me explain. Eren's simping capabilities are so simple they can be so easily described as, interested.

☆ He legit figured out he had a crush on you and then about 15 minutes later he'd found out everything you'd wanna be if you lived to see the end of the war.

☆ It's so obvious he's simping hard, I mean man's was enamored by you talking about your parents workshop back home. 🙄 You know what I don't even think he was actually interested he was probably playing it up but lowkey disassociated

☆ He definitely gets made fun of for it on the daily too but unlike Jean he kinda shrugs it off.

☆ He's not gonna scavenge the earth for information on you. He's gonna let you tell him and he wants you to tell him. Tell him literally everything about yourself and you will cause he'll know if you don't.

☆ Sometimes he plays little games with you to try to figure out some kind of information about you on like a long ride back from a mission or something. It helps him ease the tension in his brain and gives him something new about you. Win-win

☆ He beat the fucking system by just getting you to talk about you and dropping things you both have in common into conversation. He really did better than Armin!

☆ If you have trouble during training he'll talk you through what you're doing wrong and help you work through your issues. If that leads to some touching well then that's just how things will go 🤷‍♀️

☆ The second he has your favorite color in his mind he's buying you a piece of jewelry with the same stone color. Yes this is him marking you as his and no you probably won't realize but the second you put it on in his eyes you belong to him. And now you can never take it off. 😃

☆ He has a little notebook (not for writing journal entries or anything.) It's just sometimes he forgets certain things you tell him and you pretend to pout when he asks for the information again so he writes it down in the notebook so he can read it and remember it again.

☆ There have definitely been instances on more than one occasion where the two of you would stay up all night talking. Sneak into the other person's room. Sitting on the floor together or side by side on the bed. Those are definitely the best nights because you get to show off your Eren trivia and prove you've retained just as much information on him as he has about you.

☆ Another scenario has presented itself in which you're the one who ends up confessing. Eren would come close cheeks flush with pink and whisper, the ghost of his lips on yours, "I think it's kinda obvious how I feel." When he kisses you it's with both hands cupping your cheeks. So hot against your face. Thumbs curving delicately over your skin. He's leaning into your lips over and over again. Recapturing them every time he pulls back but he also loves making you work for it a little, smirking when you have to strech to capture his lips again. Taking every bit of oxygen from your body. You kinda hold onto him with slightly shaky arms when he's finished. But honestly he's only finished for now cause he'll never get enough of your lips now that he's had a taste.

•Modern verse:

☆ Modern day Eren talked to you before he realized he was attracted to you and you haven't gotten rid of him since the day he realized he wanted you.

☆ He sees you walking to your next class or to the copy machine and he trots his way over to match your pace.

☆ When he's not with you, he's texting you nonsensical stuff he thinks you'll find funny. And when he is with you he's listening to every word you say with the dopiest grin adorning his features.

☆ Sometimes when you're talking he'll unsubtly lick his lips to see if he can make your eyes follow his tongue or he'll lean in closer, kinda crowding you a little if you're both standing. Speaking of crowding he pulls you into him by your hips if you just happen to be standing in the way and someone needs to get past you two.

☆ You'll never understand how much harder he falls for you when you look up at him through your pretty lashes. Hands slightly on his chest.

☆ He loves annoying you. Doing little shit like poking you with the eraser on his pencil or snatching your books from you when you're writing while he's talking. Cause he just thinks you should be staring into his eyes while he talks in the same way he does with you.

☆When he brings you dinner he always brings himself something to eat as well and he'll plop down next to you and ask you for details about your day. Smiling fondly at you when you complain about minor inconveniences.

☆ He loves your fingers so much. If he's not staring into your eyes he's looking at the way your thumb drags over your dripping boba/coffee. The way your fingers click perfectly over every key on your laptop. Every now and then he'll reach out for your hands massaging the knuckles because he just wants to touch them so bad. Bonus points if you smile at him while he does it.

☆ Not gonna lie it could definitely go either way with a confession. But it's probably more likely going to be on you unless he just so happens to accidentally confess while sleepy or drunk.

☆ When he kisses you, he cups your chin pulling you close, angling his tongue so it slides right up against your teeth. He softly hums into your mouth and you can tell he's at least a little nervous but his touch is so perfect. His thumb sliding over the edge of your lips as he sucks your tongue into his mouth. You're more than a little ashamed at the whine you let out when he pulls away. But the way he's blushing makes you feel at least a little bit better.

(The Childish simp): Connie

•Aot verse:

☆ Let's be honest, he doesn't know what he's doing. You know, cause you're his first crush.

☆ He's going to work extra hard to drop even the most random jokes and then look directly at you hoping you laugh. Just laugh cause if you don't he might repeat the joke again and that'd be uncomfortable for everyone.

☆ And when you crack a joke he's out here guffawing like it's the best thing he's ever heard. Like he'll legit pause all conversation with his loud ass laughing and everyone in the room is just like: 😒

☆ If he gives you gifts they're normally things he thinks are cool or awesome but every now and then he'll pick a flower and just randomly stuff it in your hair and when you look at him confused smile adorning your face he'll say, "It fits your face." And then awkwardly gesture at you. All you can really say is thank you.

☆ He practically crashes into the seat next to you at meetings. Jean dead ass started pretending to race him for the seat next to you and one time he tipped the chair over and fell on top of it, Levi made him reenter the room properly after he'd managed to stand up.

☆ He sometimes does that I'm not touching you thing to get your attention or taps your shoulder then looks away as you turn to look at him. He'll poke your shoulder a couple times until he's successful in keeping your eyes on him then he'll hover his finger over your head or shoulder until you roll your eyes.

• "Connie.."

• "I'm not even touching you!" He'll laugh

☆ He does nice things for you but they never really work out well for him. One time he got you a glass of water because he thought you looked thirsty and he placed it in front of you when you weren't looking. You turned from where you were talking with Historia and your elbow tipped over the cup spilling its contents all over your lap and meeting notes. He felt so so bad.

☆ One time you tripped during training and got a huge scratch on your leg and Levi stepped in to care for you. He asked Connie to go get the alcohol and in his excitement he ran back and tripped spilling the entire bottle all over the floor. Eren had to go run to the closest store and get more.

☆ At some point in time he walks into your room and sloppily pours his feelings out to you as you sit on your bed staring at him in confusion. His face is like beet red and he's breathing like he just ran a marathon. But you laugh and tell him you think he's adorable. You think he's gonna hug you when he pulls you in under your arms but he just holds your back super tight with both hands and swings you around till you can't stop giggling. His kiss is sweet a little sloppy cause it's his first but he's eager and cute as he pulls you into his chest. Probably bites your lip in a playful way and you can't help but lean into him.

•Modern verse:

☆ Modern day Connie is probably annoying the fuck out of you. He sends you memes all day! Put your phone on silent all you want you'll just come back to 40+ messages. And he likes to call you when he's not busy which means you're forever regretting giving him your number.

☆ He'll deadass go to the bathroom and face time you in the stall talkin bout some, "What're you doing right now?" And you're like, "Mfer what are you doing right now!"

☆ He takes any given opportunity to flirt with you and he's so goofy you won't realize he genuinely means everything he says,

• "I really hate your last name." He randomly says

• "What'd my last name do to you?"

• He shrugs, "I think you should change it."

• "To what?" You scoff

• "Springer 😘"

☆ And he calls you for the stupidest shit when he's at home:

• "Connie, what's wrong? You called me like four times in a row."

• "Which animals do you think would be the bitchest if they spoke human?"

• "Bye Connie 😑"

• "No wait!"

• "What?"

• "Send nudes."

☆ Loves to lay on you when you're sitting. Like he'll deadass drop his whole weight onto your back while you're sitting in your desk chair trying to work. He's just looking for a way to touch you and doesn't know how to express that.

☆ Yes he does have you in his phone as something crass and no he's not willing to change it. Most likely some shit like fat ass with a heart or Mommy/Daddy as a personal joke.

☆ And yeah you find him super annoying until this one night when he's texting you pics of his old family dog back home and he tells you everything about the dog's life from when he was a puppy to the day he passed and he shows you pics of him kissing the little pups head and holding him and things like that. The last video he sent was him crying while holding a framed photo after the dog's passing during Christmas time. And it's the first time you've ever been provoked to hug Connie instead of choke him.

☆ When the time finally comes for Connie to tell you his feelings you're in a good place to accept them and tell him you like him back. And that's when he pulls you in around the neck and gives you a surprisingly natural kiss. His mouth is parted slightly, hands gripping the back of your shirt a little as he keeps you close. He allows you to take the lead. Forehead warm where it's pressed against his. You both can't help but stay like that for awhile.

(The lowkey simp): Levi

•Aot verse:

☆ Rule number 1 you cannot know he is simping. He'll take it to his grave but if you're not oblivious you'll probably catch on.

☆ When he disassociates during a meeting his eyes get darker in the middle and he just rests his chin on his palm and stares at you. Doesn't matter that the meeting has been going on for more than an hour and he has yet to blink. He doesn't even know he's doing it. When he comes back down to earth he just blinks normally and looks away. And if no one tells him he'll honestly continue to do it. Sometimes in different positions, he's laying back in his chair head forward but his eyes are on you a couple seats down on the other side of the table.

☆ He picks up items whenever he goes into town. And I mean every. single. time. For you and he makes sure it's something you'll love and while you're out training he'll stuff it in a box and place it on your bed.

☆ He writes you anonymous notes with little inspirational words on them in places only you'll find them. But it's inspirational in Levi terms so it's shit like, "Stay alive for tomorrow." And "Don't look down because the sun is up."

☆ When he needs a break from work he just closes his eyes and thinks about you. Sometimes he does it just because he secretly loves that warm floating sensation he gets.

☆ Like Eren he'll trot up beside you whenever he can. But he won't say a word unless you say something first.

• "Hi Captain." You greet when he pops into your peripheral vision.

• Genuinely can not help how soft his eyes are when he looks at you, "Hello." He replies

☆ He'll find some reason to complain about the way his entire squad cleans their rooms so that he can also have an excuse to say he'll reclean them so that he has an excuse to make a bee line for your room first and be trapped in your scent. Taking your sheets off the bed and holding them to his chest, sweeping, getting that extra elbow grease on the windows so they're more spotless than even his standards.

☆ And of course because he doesn't want you to know he's simping hard for you he has to deal with you paying him the same amount of attention as the other higher ups which he hates with a burning passion. Like why don't you like him more? He does way more for you on a level that you can see. You should be more affectionate towards him. You talk to him everyday.

☆ I don't think I need to tell you Levi's shy so you'll be confessing. And you start by telling him you know the notes are from him because while Levi's intelligent he's also stupid. Like who the fuck else has access to your uniform clothes and would care enough to go in your drawers just to leave a piece of paper with the words, "Life is never so shitty that you can't at least better yourself."

☆ He kinda just lowers his head as pink soaks his entire face. And you lift his chin up to press a slow chaste kiss on his lips. He doesn't touch you. He can't bring himself to but he manages to kiss back. His irises so bright when you pull away. "Thank you Captain." You tell him before you leave. He's definitely genuinely worried his heart is getting ready to explode as he stares at the closed door.

•Modern verse

☆ Modern day Levi is a fucking mess. He doesn't know shit about having a crush and he knows it's you really early into meeting you but he's like, why them. He managed to spend his entire existence avoiding romance and yet here you are. He doesn't even know what he wants from you so sometimes he comes off a little more aggressive when he's talking to you.

☆ He stares directly into your soul when you're sitting across from him for any reason. You had to have had a crush on him first because he genuinely doesn't know what to do with himself.

☆ If you invite him somewhere he scoffs immediately following it up with a, "I'll be there."

☆ He rereads your messages whenever he's bored. And if you send him good morning texts he'll be thinking, morning beautiful angel. The one time you sent him a good morning text with a heart he analyzed it so long that he never replied back to you.

☆ The second he figured out how to use personalized ringtones he made yours something soft and sweet. Most likely with violins or maybe with a harp.

☆ A couple times while he was bored during a meeting or class he wrote your initials in cursive in his notebook. One time he wrote it on the front of his notebook by accident and had to throw that one away. Which honestly made him sad because he really liked how it looked.

☆ When you confess to him it's by accident and the way his face lights up is actually the most precious thing you've ever seen. He comes back down to earth slow and admits that he "feels the same." Under his breath of course but you heard and that's what counts.

☆ When you kiss him you instantly notice how small his lips actually are 🥺🥺 like you've stared at them before when he was eating and stuff but his lips are cute and so small. And he's so hesitant to kiss back. But then he does and you can kinda feel the tension leave him a little. His arms a little shaky as he supports himself. It probably looks like two middle schoolers kissing for the first time honestly. Right down to the sitting on the edge of the bed thing. But Levi's lips are so warm and he's such a naturally good kisser that you indulge for as long as you can.

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Here Without You

Pairing: Soft!Ledger!Joker x Reader

Summary: Your last days have been really bad and exhausting. There are always new problems you have to take care of, you feel tired and burnt out, and on top of that, J hasn't shown up for several days. That was until today.

Word count: 1,344

Genre: probably a bit angsty / fluffy comfort / self-insert

Warnings: Reader has a bad day, low self esteem

Notes: A very big thank you to my dearest best friend @fan-of-pretty-much-2-much for encouraging me to post this fic. What would I do without you, your support and love? I own you so much🥺😭 Also, thank you so incredibly much for this simply beautiful title💜

Well, this fic is a total self-insert😅 I basically wrote it for myself as a comfort. So it's probably too cheesy and my characterization of J is way too soft and ooc. But maybe someone will like it anyway, I don't know. So read at your own risk lol🙈 Also, the text is unedited and English is not my first language, so I apologize for any mistakes.

Taglist: @ajokeformur-ray @sacredempressnatlyia @rommies

It had been days now since you last saw your clown. News reports were your only clues as to his whereabouts and well-being. You didn't blame him, he was a busy man - a free man who came and went as he pleased - and you wouldn't keep him from his business. Even though, if you were honest, you would love to not let him leave your apartment ever again, and instead keep him with you where you knew he was safe; not that he couldn't take care of himself.

But you missed him terribly. And on top of that, your doubts and insecurities were getting worse with each passing day. You probably weren't good enough for him, too boring and annoying with all your worries. Would he ever come back to you? Was he tired of you? Had you perhaps upset him without knowing it?

And today... Today was a particularly bad day. Already early in the morning the day had started with bad news, new things you had to take care of. Problems kept coming up, there just seemed to be no end in sight. Once you had taken care of one thing, two new things popped up. You felt overwhelmed, burned out and tired. You longed for a break. You longed for him.

A familiar noise. But you only heard it very distantly. You were far too lost in your sad and gloomy thoughts. You sat on your bed and stared at the wall. Your eyes hurt because you tried to hold back your tears as hard as you could, even though you knew it was wrong. But you wanted to stay strong, not show any weakness.

The noise came closer, heavy footsteps. The door to your room cracked open and a face painted with makeup peered in, looking for you. When J spotted you, he grinned mischievously. But his good mood soon changed when he saw you in this miserable state. He immediately noticed that something was wrong, even if he didn't quite know what it was yet. So he entered your room without waiting for you to give him your permission. And even when J stood right in front of you and looked at you with his beautiful dark eyes, which actually showed a hint of concern, you hardly reacted, which admittedly only worried him more. Because you normally ran up to him at the first sign of his presence. But today was... different. And he didn't like it at all.

"What's the matter, toots, hm? I'm back, I'm here."

You stared at him, but you couldn't see him. You hadn't quite realized yet that he was truly standing in front of you. It seemed more like your mind was playing a trick on you - an evil trick to torture you even more. "I'm so sorry, J," you finally uttered. It wasn't so much directed at him as you were talking to yourself.

"You're sorry for what?" He frowned thoughtfully. He couldn't remember anything you had done that you needed to apologize for. But it wasn't a surprise that you apologized in the first place. You apologized for the smallest things, sometimes even for apologizing. But this time, he was a little bit confused.

"I don't know. That I annoyed you with... with me being the way I am. I don't know, okay?!" That was the moment you snapped back to reality. You saw him. Standing in front of you, in his usual slightly bent posture, his head tilted to one side as he tried to figure things out. And that's when you couldn't hold back your tears any longer.

Intuitively, J leaned down towards you and reached out to cup your face with his gloved hands. But you flinched away from him, too ashamed and insecure. "No, J. Don't!"

But he didn't let that stop him. Even though you had said the exact opposite, he could tell by the look in your eyes how much you wanted him. And it caused a strange feeling to rise in his chest - he wasn't sure what to think of it, so he just shrugged it off and focused all of his attention back on you. He sat down next to you, wrapped his arms around your body that was trembling with tension, and gently pulled you to him. This time you let it happen; the second he touched you, you were like putty in his hands. Moments later you found yourself on his lap and you couldn't help but cling to him as tightly as you could, your tear-streaked face buried in his broad chest, inhaling his scent between heavy sobs - a mixture of burnt rubber, gasoline and sweat (he had been out there for days, of course, he hadn't had time to worry about such trivialities) and something so specifically J that your heart ached. Oh, how much you had missed him. All you wanted and needed was him. Your J. It was kind of ironic. While others ran away from him in sheer panic, you longed for him. You had never been like others, you saw so much more in him than just a criminal. To you, he was your charming, sometimes pretty grumpy, but still in his own special way caring and loving clown - but you better not say this out loud. You just loved him. This realization hit you so hard that a new wave of emotions washed over you.

"Shush. I'm here, I gotcha." He shifted beneath you, loosening his grip around you, causing you to sigh in frustration. Rustling of expensive material and then suddenly you felt all warm - he had wrapped you in his royal purple coat and then put his arms around you again like a vice. You were in the warmest, safest embrace you could ever think of. Immediately, your body relaxed, your trembling finally subsided. You listened to his steady heartbeat and mimicked his breathing. J hummed and smiled to himself as he noticed your reaction.

When you finally felt calm enough, you lifted your face off of him so you could look at him; your eyes were bloodshot and dark rings stood out beneath them. He hated to see you like this, but he said nothing; he waited until you were ready to talk. And you were ready. You took a deep breath and finally murmured, "Today was just a shitty day. There's so much to do and it seems to never get any less. Everything is too much. And I... I missed you so much... I thought you weren't coming back."

"But here I am, right?" He squeezed you a little tighter to put emphasis on his words. "I know you've got a lot going on right now. But ya got this, toots. You're tougher than you think you are. Aaand..." A huge and devious grin formed on his lips. You could literally see him thinking about all the things he had done in the past few days. "I need to lay a little low for the next few days."

"Yeah, I picked up something like this on the news. What is it this time?" You're no longer able to suppress a weak giggle. And a yawn. You were so very tired and exhausted, you hadn't slept well since J left, when he wasn't by your side. But now that you were cocooned in his protective warmth... Your eyes grew heavier and heavier. "So does this mean you're staying home, J?"

"I'm not going anywhere, sweets." He moved you both on the bed until you were in a lying position, you still on top of him wrapped in his coat. Even though he would never admit it, he had missed you too. And holding you in his arms like that - feeling you, knowing you were safe and relaxed - made him aware of his own exhaustion. He pressed a sloppy kiss to your forehead, leaving a beautiful reminder for you when you woke up in the morning, and then closed his eyes himself.

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