#i keep staring at them and finding cool new details!!
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✮ GREEN TINTED ;
alternatively, what are you, jealous?
ft. rafayel, xavier, zayne + gn!reader/mc [non-established relationships]
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can you really blame him? sure, rafayel’s had all the chances in the world to come to terms with your oft-busy life, but he’d brushed those away with the practiced swipe of an easy hand. you'd promised him your attention, after all, and the sea had bore witness to your vow. he finds the finer details don't really matter, even if all his whining after you've missed a few calls might lead you to think otherwise.
it's your new profile picture, though.
rafayel's usually the first to notice any changes to your icon or any new moments, and just as quick to take on your thoughts for any changes to his own. he'd never given any thought to reciprocation, to you asking him for his opinion on which picture of yours might be cutest to post but— there's some... some guy there. and you've got your hands cupped around his face while he stares at the camera like a fish out of water.
with the light press of his teeth to the insides of his cheek, rafayel tries to brush this off. whatever 'this' is. his fingers swipe over to your chat log of their own accord. he'd been meaning to message you anyway, maybe he can just remind you there's way better pictures in that photo album that he knows you keep?
keen eyes swipe over your last exchange. 'read'. like sand grains on an oil palette, he only barely feels the grit before impulse rushes over like a tidal wave—
playing kitty cards at home isn't quite the same as at meow's café, but xavier's found that there's a different feeling that comes from having you in his home like this. the cozy arrangement of blankets and little cushions across the living room floor. the warm tea on the table between you. the shared space. it's not quite the same, but he prefers it.
it's with a loss at the end of a few rounds that you smile, thoughts drifting from your defeat, stretching your arms above you before slumping back a little. "i might have to get going," you say lightly, checking the time. late afternoon. "i'm meeting up with zayne later."
his brows furrow, a delicate gesture as his eyes stray from your own across the low table, searching for recognition in memory. that you've named anyone clues him into the fact that this is not a new introduction, that you've mentioned them before. it is familiar but, among the friends and family he's heard of in passing or between exchanges, this one's a little different—
"your physician?" he asks, face tilting upwards as you rise to a stand, the blanket drapping softly back onto the floor. "dr. zayne?"
the smile on your face grows a little then, amusement playing in your eyes for reasons unknown, but xavier's always felt warmest with it in sight. even if he is a little confused.
"well. yes," you laugh a little, "but we've known each other since we were kids, so the 'dr. zayne' part is still taking some getting used to."
there's a lot of context missing here, that much he can tell. it seems you become aware of that gap too, your intentions divided between the hunter watch you check once more and the cooling tea in your cup. you smile at xavier once more, a little apologetic, and he wonders if your attentions are similarly divided.
there's not really any time for that, though, but he's left with the thought a little longer after you're gone. brushes his thumb over the lip of your cup. leaves it undisturbed.
the look zayne fixes you with is placid. that is, to the untrained eye. cool eyes draw calmly from your hunter watch, propped face down upon the table, back to your own. it's subtle, but meaningful, and he knows that you know him well enough by now to know better.
"just ignore it," you say, hand waving through the air in easy dismissal, and he pretends not to see the way your grin widens as you peer up from your card hand to the complex array of kitty cups before you both, currently at an impasse.
it'd been an odd choice, he'd noted as you both sat down in the café, to separate the device from your person. after all, zayne had seldom seen you without it ever since you'd become a hunter, an essential piece in both the professional and personal capacity. he'd know.
irony answers the call to action as the watch flashes once again — the fifth occurrence in a three minute interval — and a small vibration lightly rattles one of the closest cups. a double-pointer blue proudly boosting your score by +10.
it startles you, and you send a minutely too-prolonged glare to the offending piece as though it had purposely made to sabotage your entire game.
he smiles, lightly. "would you like to swap cards?"
you're not a good bluff. though you shake your head, another flash rattles the cup before you've had the chance to verbalise your thoughts. zayne takes the cue, and considers his own hand — catalogues his assists and future turn order — before speaking, "someone's trying hard to reach you. are you certain it's not an emergency?"
you laugh a little. "no, i'd know." the bare hint of a scoff follows, and he can tell it isn't aimed at him, but it seems mostly good-natured, a little teasing. "bad timing, but i did say i had plans today."
someone vying for your time.
it's not something he's given much consideration to before, as someone with such a stringent schedule of his own. zayne decidedly ignores the light flare in his chest at the choice you'd made and doesn't linger on a hypothetical cause. pride has an interesting way of unfurling set shoulders with just the lightest of touches.
you do end up winning the game, though he doesn't entirely feel as though he's lost. you both settle outside the café as you readjust your scarf, the breeze picking up a chill.
zayne waits, patient, turned towards you. "i still have the rest of the day off," he says. it must not say much to you, this half-sentence of his, as you blink up at him. his eyes drift upwards.
a precise, but gentle hand, carefully brushes the top of your head, cool fingers lightly touching your temple before coming away with a stray leaf. he smiles, lightly, and his gaze returns to you once more, elucidating, "is there anywhere you'd like to go?"
he feels a different sort of flare in his chest as he watches as your eyes light up, your excitement suffusing through even the layers keeping you warm.
"yeah, there's—" a subtle, but sudden, flash emits. below, from where your watch has been reunited with your wrist once more. you deflate a little, then perk up a little, made indecisive and a little troubled by some sort of unforeseen circumstance. "there's this food market, but i already promised xavier we'd go later tonight... rain check?"
zayne's eyes glance between your own for a moment before he nods, calmly assenting to the offer, and bypasses the unfamiliarity of the name and the implied familiarity of those plans. there's a light press, a pull just on the edge of taut, between his shoulder blades. he lightly shifts them, a little heavier. doesn't verbalise questions that even he leaves unacknowledged.
"of course."
#zayne x reader#xavier x reader#rafayel x reader#love and deepspace x reader#love and deepspace#zayne got the one-two this time bc the other 2 had to contend w him#c.writing
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The way to communicate
Being a while since I did a Din Djarin x female reader.
It was rare for Din Djarin to get angry.
It's hard to say if it was because of his creed or if it was in his temperament, but he did his best to always keep his cool.
Becoming the father of a little green gremlin who had a hobby of getting into mischief probably forced him to be even more patient than he was before finding the kid, or meeting Y/N.
Even when the little one put himself in danger, Din didn't scream. Maybe he knew it wouldn't have any effect on Grogu, but he gently picked him up, using an equally gentle voice to scold him.
“I already told you not to do that.” he often sighed, patting the child's head. "You know you risk choking if you swallow a whole frog. Especially since you've already had two meals, you're not hungry."
“Gah !”
"No."
Y/N watched the scene with sparkling eyes and trying to hide her smile, because a great Mandalorian warrior, no matter how patient, probably wouldn't like to be thought of as adorable. He was supposed to be scary and awesome.
When he was with Grogu, Din Djarin wasn't scary at all. He didn't scream when the little one drew on the walls, or hid in a corner, or played with the buttons. Never.
Of course, it wasn't the same with enemies or bounties. He didn't like killing, he would avoid it if possible, but he had no problem accomplishing his mission without the slightest remorse. It was the Way.
Honor, strength, and protection of his clan were his priorities.
As he was patient, Din was discreet. A man of few words, preferring actions.
Because of this, Y/N wasn’t sure where she stood in relation to his family. After she helped him find a former Empire general, while risking her life to protect his son, they had stayed together.
At first, Din had considered himself indebted to her. Then, he offered her a job, seeing that she took good care of Grogu when he was absent and that she had some knowledge of mechanics, very useful when the ship had some problems.
But could she consider herself a member of the clan ? Y/N wasn’t sure.
It would have been easy to ask the Mandalorian directly. He would then have clearly answered whether he saw her as a member, or as just a flying partner who took care of his child.
Asking the question directly meant taking the risk of having to face reality and accept the possibility that she wasn't as important to Din as he and Grogu were to her.
She therefore preferred to say nothing and take advantage of the time offered to her with them, experiencing many adventures, as well as wonderful moments.
Until the announcement.
"There are no new contracts at the moment and Grogu needs some rest, so we'll head back home to Nevarro."
"Oh. Okay. I'll probably go to Coruscant then. You can contact me if necessary." Y/N said without looking at him, continuing to play with the kid.
"… I'll drop you off."
The silence in the ship grew colder than calm as they headed toward Coruscant.
Rather than wait to get there, Din decreed that it was necessary to make several stops to buy supplies, check that they had enough energy, that the engine had no problems, and lots of small details that wasted their time unnecessarily.
"We could do all of this on Coruscant. It's not that far."
“I don’t want to take a risk.”
"But we checked everything before the last mission and…"
“I said we were stopping for water !” the Mandalorian then repeated with a loud voice and violently placing his hands on the dashboard.
This made Y/N jump, but also Grogu, who stared at his father with wide eyes, full of surprise and fear. Visibly ashamed of his reaction, Din sighed before muttering that he needed to cool off, leaving them alone in the cockpit.
Things didn't get better when they arrived in Mos Eisley. Not really wanting to stay idle, Y/N took advantage of the little one's nap to go for a walk in the market, while Din chatted with Peli.
She didn't want to go to Coruscant at all and all these stops might have been a blessing, but like with a bandage, she knew it would be better to leave right away rather than torture herself like this.
It was normal that the clan wanted to go home to rest. It was normal that she wasn't invited since she wasn't part of the clan.
What was less normal was Din's behavior, who seemed to avoid her as much as possible and be tense whenever they were in the same room. He had no reason to be angry with her, who continued to work normally despite her sadness.
The situation was also complicated for Grogu, who felt that something was wrong between the two adults. The poor kid ate less, sticking to Y/N every chance he got. It was almost impossible to get him off.
So Y/N wanted to take advantage of this little moment alone to get out of the ship and clear her head.
She didn't expect to be caught by bounty hunters who had spotted the Mandalorian's arrival. Despite Moff Gideon's death, there were still some people who wanted Din Djarin's head.
Since he was training Grogu to be a fighter, Din had also shown her some techniques, so she could defend herself if needed. Although he always added that it wouldn't be necessary, since he would be there to protect her.
Fighting a nice Mandalorian who held back his punches was one thing. Trying to do the same thing with three guys who didn't care about hurting her was something else.
Fortunately for Y/N, when she had just taken a blow to the nose which had made her fall to the ground and the leader of the gang approached to pick her up, Din arrived at that moment, quickly shooting the brigands without missing a target.
He then ran to pick Y/N up and take her back to the ship to tend to her injuries. Wanting to help when he saw her bleeding, the kid used his powers before his father had time to grab the first aid kit.
The panic subsided, a long silence returned, only broken by the little noises of Grogu asking to be carried by Y/N. But when she moved to lean towards him, the Mandalorian spoke.
"What possessed you to leave alone ? Without a word, without saying where you were going ? You were lucky that I noticed your absence and went looking for you."
"I didn't think I needed permission. And I didn't ask to be attacked."
"That's not what I said. But you could have gotten kidnapped ! You could have died ! Why didn't you tell me you were leaving ?! I thought… I thought that you left us. That you had gone to find another means of transportation to Coruscant."
“Why would I do that, since you’re taking me there ?”
“Don’t pretend to be stupid !” Din then shouted, pointing at her, almost scaring her.
The gesture probably scared Grogu more than her, who knew he was going to do nothing but scream like an idiot, but something happened that they would have thought impossible.
With his powers, the child pushed his father against the wall of the ship, as far away from Y/N as possible, then he jumped on her knees, clinging to her while moaning in fear.
The two adults remained frozen. Even though she couldn't see his face, Y/N could guess Din's shocked and hurt look, who understood that his son had thought he was capable of hurting the one he seemed to consider his mother. He saw fear in Grogu's eyes.
"No, I… I shouldn't have shouted." he whispered as he sat on the ground, lowering his head in shame. "Sorry."
"It's okay. I know you weren't going to do anything."
“Obviously he doesn’t know.”
“He doesn’t like shouting.” Y/N said, stroking Grogu’s head to comfort him. "He doesn't like arguments. We should go to Coruscant quickly, it would be better for everyone."
“You really want to leave us so quickly ?”
Din's voice almost broke at the end of his sentence. Y/n stared at him, but he didn't raise his head to look back at her, thus not seeing that she didn't understand his question.
"… You're the one who wants me to leave. So you can return to your home to Nevarro."
"… I meant our home. Grogu, you and me. I thought… I thought you understood, Cyare, but you rejected the invitation. I thought I misunderstood and that you didn't want to to be part of our clan."
“You mean… I’m part of the clan ?”
"Of course." the Mandalorian whispered, finally looking at her. "Mesh'la, we have traveled together for so long. We fight together. We raise Grogu together. I know our customs are different, and we haven't taken our vows yet, but…"
"Our vows ?!"
"… Yes. I've been courting you for a while. You accepted the gifts. You train with me. You let me kiss you. I didn't think it wasn't clear. Forgive me, cyare, I shouldn't have had any illusions."
Words were less important than actions to the Mandalorians, even if they had certain songs and rites. Y/N totally didn't understand that receiving a weapon and touching the helmet with your forehead had special meanings, and Din hadn't told her that.
In his corner, Grogu had only understood that his parents loved each other, because that was obvious, and they just needed to be together to be happy. The rest didn't matter.
All it would have taken was for Din to take them back to Nevarro without opening his mouth, and Y/N would have been surprised but delighted to be welcomed into their little home. Instead, he had tried to communicate, and it had been a disaster.
Now the son was afraid, trembling against Y/N who was processing the fact that Din had been thinking about marrying her for some time, until he realized that he had done everything wrong.
He had yelled at his clan, even if it was because he was afraid of losing Y/N. He hadn't known how to protect them properly. He was covered with shame.
"I don't want to go to Coruscant."
Since he didn't move, too busy determining if he had poked his head by being thrown by the Force, Y/N slowly got up, keeping Grogu close to her, to join him on the ground.
"I was disappointed that you didn't ask me to come. It wasn't clear to me that I was part of the clan, but it was my dearest wish. To stay with you and the little one. If you still want of me…"
“Cyare !” Din sighed, taking her hand. “Nothing would make me happier.”
“Bah ga ba !”
Grogu stirred then, patting his father's hand insistently so that he let go of Y/N's, his large eyes piercing the Mandalorian's berskar.
"... I have already apologized."
“Pato !”
"… I'm sorry for scaring you, and for yelling at Y/N. I won't do it again. I will never hurt any of you. And I'll make sure there are no misunderstandings before drawing conclusions."
“Aaaaaaaah.” was Grogu's response, who smiled again, holding out his arms to be picked up by Din, who complied without hesitation.
This made his parents laugh. They hadn't laughed in a long time.
The ship's coordinates were changed to go directly to Nevarro. No need to make any more unnecessary detours, since all the stops they had made so far were useless. Din was only trying to buy time, not knowing how to get Y/N to stay.
“So, you talked about vows ?” she said shyly as they landed, the kid sleeping on top of her.
"Later, Mesh'la. My request wasn't very romantic."
“Mandalorians worry about romance ?”
"No. But I imagine it will please you."
Y/N could have said she didn’t need all this. Knowing that he saw her as a member of his clan, as the mother of his son, was enough. But she didn't want another misunderstanding that might hurt Din, and she would be happy to be his wife, so she just nodded.
There was no more arguing, no more shouting. Not even when Grogu swallowed the ring that Din had the Armorer make. He simply sat down in a corner, grunting while tapping his helmet, while the little one hiccupped, regretting having eaten the little shiny circle.
“We can get it back in a few days.”
"No."
“We’ll clean it up.”
"Cyare, there's no way I'm giving you a gift that was eaten by the kid and which passed… Hmm !"
Luckily, the ring was spat out, but it took a while for Din to agree to take it back, and then officially offer it to Y/N. He insisted on going to Mandalore to purify it in the waters, while announcing to his peers that he would soon have a riduur.
He didn't bring Y/N and Grogu with him on this trip. The little one was too tired, and someone had to watch over him.
“Karga could have kept him.” Y/N remarked when Din had returned.
"He would have ended up losing his mind after Grogu destroyed everything in his office. I don't think the kid would have liked to be left alone either. Besides…"
"What ?"
"You are beautiful, Mesh'la. Some Mandalorians might have wanted to take you. I would have had to fight and kill them to prove that you are mine. I preferred to avoid that."
It sounded ridiculous, but he said it very seriously, his tone quickly becoming dry and somber.
Din Djarin did not often get angry, except when it concerned the protection of his clan, when someone tried to hurt them or take them from him. He hid his anger and jealousy beneath his armor, but it was there, ready to come out against those who had the audacity to confront him.
But never against Y/N and Grogu. Only for them.
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Love is secretly studying up on the nerd shit he’s into.
a @steddielovemonth prompt | 2249 words | CW: N/A | Rating: T
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It’s not often that they all make their way to Indianapolis. It’s no Chicago and getting everyone together to make a big trip of it is getting harder and harder every month. But Will’s birthday falls in line with the grand opening of a new collectibles store that promises shiny new dice and rare items among their comics and board game memorabilia. How could anyone deny his pleading eyes to make it a part of his birthday celebration: to go see the store and find a place to eat, a day trip that’s on the simpler side.
Eddie’s just as excited as the boys are, but he’s more surprised to find Steve is practically vibrating out of his skin with how eager he is to get to the store. He’s just not showing it in the same way the others are. It’s all vibrant eyes and small smiles, bouncing knees and one too many questions.
Eddie’s still trying to figure out what he’s excited about.
Over the last year, Eddie’s learned how to read Steve Harrington. The man may think he keeps an even, cool composure about everything, but Eddie’s an expert in the minor details to figure out how Steve really feels. When he talks to Hopper about some sports thing, his hands will have a small tremor and he stumbles over his words sometimes, always playing it off as some headache or not getting enough sleep if you point it out. Eddie knows better, he knows Steve gets so excited that he can’t contain it and is embarrassed at how eager he is to share it, about his interests all together.
The kids don’t help, he knows. Outside of Lucas, the others just tease him for being a meathead jock or some other bullshit insult – pulling the same shit they get bullied with, the same shit Eddie encouraged. He’s trying to get them to see how fucked up it is, but it’s a work in progress.
They’re driving separately so Eddie doesn’t get to watch Steve’s excitement build other than the glimpses he gets in his rearview mirror of Steve, Robin, and the girls singing along to whatever mundane Top 40 shit they’re blasting. He’d listen to the shitty music with Steve over Dustin and Mike arguing over D&D editions any day, though. At least he can control the volume of the music…
“I’m this close,” Eddie holds up his pinched fingers, “to leaving you on the side of the road,” he tells them.
Dustin rolls his eyes. “Steve wouldn’t let you.”
“I think I can convince him,” Eddie says with a smirk. Only Robin knows about their relationship, even now after it’s been a year, but that doesn’t mean the kids don’t know they’re close. They know they’re inseparable and good friends. Just not… naked in bed, touchy-feely ‘friends,’ ya know? “We’re nearly at the store. Can you at least pause the screaming match until you have the editions in front of you for proper comparison?”
That buys Eddie a few minutes of just his music as the boys have a more reasonable discussion to figure out how to split their small funds to maximize their haul. They may be turning sixteen this year, but they’re not exactly loaded. It’s the same shit he and the guys used to pull, and sometimes… still do. It’s nice seeing them like actual kids for a little while longer.
But he’s still happy to climb out of his van and meet back up with Steve and the gang.
He slings an arm over Steve’s shoulders, feels how keyed up he is and how his muscles are tense despite the relaxed looking posture. “Are you mortals ready to blow your minds?” Eddie asks, voice rumbly as he leans in to stare at the girls.
Max rolls her eyes as Erica levels him with a stare of her own.
“Let’s go already!” Dustin calls back as the guys are already booking it toward the store.
Nancy and Jonathan have only just pulled up as the group passes. Robin, Jane, and Max wait for them, happy to hang back from this particular stop on their day. Or maybe they’re scheming about Will’s surprise that the rest of them have been left in the dark about.
Either way, Eddie doesn’t drop his arm from Steve’s shoulders until they reach the door.
The store’s packed with nerds of all ages, shuffling here and there as they browse the small space. It’s like nerd paradise, with walls of collectibles and big crates of comics and books, and big displays of art and promotions everywhere. It even has that musty book smell he loves so much!
Eddie squeezes Steve’s shoulder before he completely drops his arm. “Permission to go feral?”
Steve rolls his eyes, but shoves Eddie lightly. “Go. Have fun,” he says.
“You could always follow me, you know. Don’t want you getting lost,” Eddie says, getting back into Steve’s space even as his eyes flickered around the space.
“I’ll come find you, okay?” Steve says, then he walks away with his hands in his pockets like he’s just strolling through the store. But Eddie can see the sharp way his eyes are searching the space, hunting for something. It’s enough to have Eddie trailing behind him, eager to figure out this mystery.
Okay so Eddie gets briefly distracted by a wall of dragon figurines, but he manages to pull himself away when he sees the price tags are dangerously close to having commas. He stumbles his way around, only getting swept into conversation with Will once about the variety of figures they have and able to dodge Dustin’s badgering about the new Justice League comic.
He finds Steve hunched over a glass case that’s near the cash register, at the far end where people aren’t huddled around looking at trading cards or the pricer collectibles. Eddie tucks himself partially behind a bookshelf so he can see Steve from the side. He watches as Steve’s eyes squint and he squats lower to look at the case from a new perspective. It takes a lot of effort to not let his own eyes wander to how his ass puts his Levi’s to the test, but Eddie’s stronger than that (sort of).
And because of that strength, Eddie gets the rare experience of seeing Steve’s eyes light up as his jaw drops. He looks… in awe of whatever he’s found, like someone just showed him the Holy Grail.
Eddie can’t help himself as he walks over. Steve’s so entranced, he doesn’t even notice. For a split second, Eddie feels that familiar panic creep up his throat before he hears a soft “holy shit,” from Steve.
On this side of the case are… sports cards. Trading cards of different sports people in various conditions, some are in little wrappers, some in packs, and others loose in the glass display case. Huh. Go figure.
He’s kind of surprised, if Eddie’s honest with himself, he never would have taken Steve for a collector of any kind, much less trading cards. But here he is, so amazed at whatever he’s found that he still hasn’t noticed Eddie’s presence.
Eddie squats down beside him, knees popping with the movement, and rests his forehead on the glass. “Which one is it?”
Steve curses under his breath as he jumps, snapping out of it. “Jesus, Eds,” he says, standing up.
“Sorry,” Eddie says with a grin. “Seriously, though. Which is it?”
His face is red and he looks almost ashamed to be caught staring at the cards. “Find anything cool yet?” Steve asks, shoving his hands into his pockets.
Eddie frowns. “Steve…”
Steve just shakes his head and turns his back on the glass. “Looks like Lucas found something,” he says with a forced laugh as he points to where Lucas is struggling to carry a few different boxes of figurines as he searches for the others in the busy store.
“And so did you,” Eddie says softly as he stands beside him, shoulders touching. “Trading cards, huh?”
He just shrugs.
“I think it’s pretty cool,” Eddie says. “I don’t know anything about them but,” he glances back at the rows and rows of cards, some with tiny words and charts, “those stats have to mean something. And you know how I am about stats, Stevie.”
Steve rolls his eyes. “They’re player stats, Eddie. It’s from their games and shit.” He sighs. “You don’t… don’t have to pretend it’s cool, man. Just sports shit, right?”
“Hey,” Eddie says, a little more forceful, “I don’t mind sports shit, remember? We had fun watching that basketball game the other day.”
“You were just being nice,” Steve says.
“No,” Eddie counters, “I was a little confused on the language and how it works, but I love seeing you get passionate about something you love, Steve. Even if it means seeing how angry you get at whatever the refs are saying.”
Steve’s face darkens as he grumbles out, “It was a shit call.” He hasn’t been able to let it go since they watched it.
“C’mon,” Eddie says, turning back to the case, “will you just show me which one you like?”
“It’s not necessarily about liking them,” Steve starts, turning as well, “but the players themselves.”
Eddie hums. “So which player did you find?”
“Nolan Ryan,” Steve breathes out, pointing at the card, “he’s a pitcher for the Astros and that,” he lets out a whistle, “is a rare 1985 Tiffany.”
“What makes it rare?” Eddie asks.
Steve waves him off. “Don’t worry about that–”
“No,” Eddie insists. “I told you, in detail, about my Lord of the Rings theories and you listened to every word. Let me hear about your Tiffany card.”
“It’s not mine,” Steve reminds him.
Eddie nudges his shoulder. “Steve.”
Steve lets out a breath and runs a hand through his hair. “Okay, so the cards are printed here, right? Like it’s one of their things? But the Tiffany cards aren’t, they’re printed in Ireland. And you see how that one is a little brighter than the one next to it?” He doesn’t wait for Eddie’s response. “They printed the Tiffany sets on white cardboard instead of gray. And they only made a limited run of the sets, right? So to just… find one,” he says, voice soft and light, “and Nolan Ryan’s card at that?” He whistles. “Kind of a big deal.”
“So you’re getting it, right?”
Steve shrugs again. “Maybe I’ll drive up later for it. I don’t want to deal with the kids–”
“We’ll put it in my bag. I haven’t even really started to look, but you know I’m emptying my wallet in here, right?” Eddie says, smiling.
“Why haven’t you looked?” Steve asks, brow furrowing. “We’ve been here for twenty minutes, Eds, what have you been doing?”
Eddie feels his face soften as he tilts his head and plays with a strand of his hair. “There’s this guy I’ve got a thing for,” he whispers, “and he was really excited to come to some nerd store, but wouldn’t tell me why. So I had to figure it out myself.”
Steve’s blushing again as he looks away. “C’mon,” he says, grabbing Eddie by the elbow, “show me what you want to look at.”
He allows Steve to change the subject and does look for himself, but he doesn’t forget the wistful look in Steve’s eyes when they end up by the case again for check-out.
“Hey,” Eddie says, mostly to Nancy and Robin who have joined them in line, “should we send some of us down to the restaurant?”
Nancy looks at her watch, then at the line. “Yes, that’s not a bad idea.”
Steve nods and hands Eddie some cash. “Just in case the kids need help. Nance, Rob and I’ll go check in at the restaurant. See you there?”
Eddie lets the three of them walk out the door before he steps out of the line. Sure, he’ll lose his place, but it’s worth it.
“Excuse me,” Eddie says to an employee behind the counter, “I need to get this card.”
The guy knows his shit, so while the line dwindles, Eddie takes the opportunity to ask some questions. He even gets a few more card packs from the newest run, card holders and sleeves to put them in, and a booklet that explains the set. There’s even a book on the history of the game that the cashier suggests; Eddie doesn’t hesitate to buy it all. Sure, he had to put away a few figures and the new dice set he found, but it’s worth it.
He hides all of his new goods in with his other nerdy shit and carefully puts his bag in the glove box so it doesn’t get mixed up with the kids’ bags. “You guys ready?” Eddie asks, arms draped over Mike and Will’s shoulders.
As they walk to the restaurant for the next stop in their plans, Eddie listens to the kids share about their hauls and what they want to come back for. It all goes in one ear and out the other, too busy mulling over the information he learned from the cashier. He’s kind of surprised by how excited he is to read the materials he bought, but he really can’t wait to give Steve the card.
Now if he can just get Steve to admit he’s a nerd, too, it’d be icing on the cake.
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Thanks to @lady-lostmind for betaing!
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jax boyfriend headcanons
me when i make a headcanon post every blue moon... anyways, i watched the amazing digital circus and its safe to say... i love me some jax lol, also, i usually do nsfw headcanons as well however i decided to keep this sfw until i get some inspo on what to do with him spicy wise ;)
now this won't be as detailed as my feitan one (if you like hxh and especially if you're a feitan enthusiast then you definitely might want to check this out!) also, if you're looking forward to comissioning me to write (or draw) anything, dm me for now (i'll link my prices here when i get the chance)
warnings: tadc spoilers obviously but overall none so far??? jax just being jax and a bit of angst at the end, abstracting and all, you knew it was coming.
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how you first met
well for starters, jax will treat you just like he does everyone else, he's kind of an asshole and you may not like him at first, his cheeky and sometimes insulting remarks kind of either catch you off guard or rub you the wrong way, you get used to this behavior when the two of you confirm the relationship.
realizing he likes you
he is very conflicted with his feeling about this, he can't lie, the more he hangs around you, gets used to your personality, he doesn't know exactly what to do, he hasn't really felt any romantic attraction towards anyone since he came in from the real world, but something about you caught his attention, the others point out how weird he acts when they mention you, or better yet, when you're around, he's less... well, himself! after some time he kind of treats you a bit different from everyone else, he doesn't realize it but everyone spots it big time! he isn't as rude with you as he is towards everyone else, he might even give you a cheesy little nickname depending on what you are or what you look like (if you're shorter than him he might just call you shorty or tiny, if you're taller he'll probably call you skyscraper or giant.)
eventually, he confesses...
on a very special day, jax had eventually gotten tired of hiding his feelings, he had truly came to the realization that he liked you, like, a lot, one day he would go on to find you, and pull you to the side, and tell you... vaguely, that he liked you, you weren't exactly getting the hint, until he spat it out: "i think you're cute, and i want you to be my (partner), alright!?"
he was surprised that you said yes, knowing at first, you weren't exactly a fan of him, you said yes, you wanted to go out with him.. he didn't show how flabbergasted he was, always with his cool, composed expression, that smile and all. "a deals a deal."
you're his lover... now what?
so, pretty much everyone knows that the two of you are a thing, and he confident enough to make it clear that he loves you, enough time has passed for him to tell you that he loves and adores you, very much so.
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miscellaneous things
jealousy
when it comes to him being jealous, or more accurately; territorial, he'll get quiet, scarily quiet, his face is blank as he watches the person flirt with you, when you're not around, or on that day he feels particularly playful, he'll pick on them, and not in the usual way, straight up insults masked as a joke, don't forget, he also holds grudges, sometimes..
you abstracting
that day came, one of his biggest fears came true, you abstracted, he stared in disbelief as he watched, you looked at him with those eyes, you were not the same, and it was hard to come to terms with that, when cane puts you in the cellar, he can't help but shed tears, he doesn't wail (he saves that for later when he's alone) but it's something new for the others to experience.
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The Old Gods and The New - Chapter 1
Rules to Follow | Loki x Reader
The Avengers bring you to the compound after a series of odd events draws their attention. Life seems to be looking up, until your abilities start to show again.
Chapter warnings: 18+ for implied sexual content, false/medical imprisonment
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The cold, bleak conference room was a welcome balm against the uproar of the last two days.
You weren't sure how it happened. One minute you were furious, staring down from the balcony of your flat, anger bubbling through your veins. And then you were watching a row of cars burn in the car park below.
Maybe you would've gotten away with it if the weather was bad. If less people had been around. If it hadn't gone viral on TikTok. If it was the first time you'd done something weird.
It wasn't unusual for people to have strange powers, not anymore, but there were certain rules to follow. Rules that included not setting cars on fire and frightening passersby. Rules your grandfather had set about staying in the flat and controlling your emotions, taking your medicine and laying low.
A hand snapped in front of your face.
“Okay kid, spill. What are you?” Tony asked.
“Uhm, I’m not anything at all?”
“No, come on. Setting shit on fire, what’s that?”
“Monster, alien or wizard?” Sam piped up.
“I swear to god Samuel quit it with that,” a pen flew across the room with surprising accuracy and embedded itself in the wall behind Sam’s head.
You’d seen them on TV, the Falcon and the Winter Soldier, Captain America, Black Widow, Hulk, Vision, Scarlet Witch and Iron Man. It’d be cool if you had any idea why you were here.
“Mr Stark. I didn’t even know I was doing it until it was too late. I don't know how it happens, but I promise I’m not a threat. It wasn't deliberate, you have to believe me." Your voice wavered, tears pooling in your tired eyes.
“Tony, let her sleep. She can use the spare room on our floor. We’ll keep an eye on her”
“Thank you Mr Rogers” you choked, wiping your eyes.
“Steve, please” his face was soft, reassuring.
It took an hour to find you something proper to wear.
A day to get your room fixed up, belongings brought from your little flat in London and new furniture procured
A week before you ate with the team, although you watched them from a safe distance.
A month before you really spoke to anyone. Eventually they called in a therapist.
The compound was nice, spacious and modern. There was no work to do, like at your grandfather's flat, just lots of questions that left you tired and disoriented.
Lauren the therapist was the only person you'd really communicated with, even though you were sure she was relaying the information back to the Avengers anyway.
"So from what I can tell, she's around twenty five to thirty." Lauren addressed the room, taking in the gathered Avengers. "The details of her life are very hazy, she lived in that flat you visited, Steve, with her Grandad. I know she cared for him and he died some months ago leaving her the flat in his will. She takes medication every day." Laura turned to Bruce "I hope the few I managed to pass on were helpful, so you can refill her script when she needs it."
"That's the thing," Bruce said, "I can't work out what she's been taking. I've had FRIDAY take scans and vitals, asked Dr Cho, there doesn't seem to be anything wrong with her."
"Because she takes her pills?"
"No, Steve, there's just - there's nothing wrong with her. Her temperature is a little elevated. But that's it, not a dangerous amount. I'd just say she runs warmer."
"So what's in the pills?" Tony asked, leaning over Bruce to look in the manilla file he had spread open on the table.
"If I didn't know better I'd say something alien."
"But you do know better…" Tony prompted.
"Adgardian maybe? But in a bottle from her local pharmacy. The name on the bottle’s been scratched off and I couldn’t find anything like this on any pharmacy database."
Tony and Steve turned to Natasha and she nodded. She'd not been able to find anything either. No phone, no social media, home schooled. Sam suggested they do it the ‘old fashioned way’ and started to encourage Lauren to bring the woman out of her room to spend time with the others in hopes she would make more friends and let more information out.
As you spent more time with the group they found you brought a strange sense of calm, arguments stopped as you approached the table, worries about missions faded away. They even spent more time together as a team organising movie nights and parties, sitting together and being more tactile.
That’s when things started to get very strange.
The old evening routine of everyone slinking off to their bedrooms had been replaced by an easy comradery and then a fizzle of excitement started to build. The music seemed muffled and even Steve and Bucky’s heads felt fuzzy, drunk.
“Let's play spin the bottle!” You declared, downing your beer and lining it up on the coffee table. Before anyone else could fully agree you had flicked the bottle, everyone watched it slow until it came to a stop in front of Wanda.
“You girls don’t have to kiss if you don’t want to,” Steve said. But you shook your head.
“I don’t mind if Wanda doesn’t… I like girls too and it's just a game, right?” you shrugged.
You leaned over and kissed Wanda quickly on the lips, noting the frisson of tension that built when you pulled away.
Sam went next, “your lucky night,” he laughed before pulling you in for a kiss.
The next spin was Natasha and somehow no one was surprised when it landed on you again. Natasha leaned in close but, before her lips could meet yours, you tilted your head to whisper in her ear, “I know there’s someone else you want to kiss, you don’t have to." Natasha blushed, but pressed a warm kiss to your lips anyway.
“Did you rig this bottle?” Steve asked, picking it up before spinning. You, again.
Bucky put his hand on the bottle. “I wonder who” he laughed, but you had noticed his eyes move across the circle to the red headed assassin.
As he leaned in for the inevitable kiss you put your hand up, hiding your mouths, “she’s a good kisser,” the words were out before you could stop them. Bucky pulled back, frowning.
“Who?”
You didn't answer, but your eyes danced across the circle to Natasha, studying Bucky's face as he followed the line of your sight. With their eyes locked you placed a chaste kiss on Bucky’s cheek.
You felt dizzy, only two beers in, but your head was swimming. The rest of the group weren’t fairing any better, both girls falling asleep and the boys nodding back against the sofa. Quietly you removed yourself from the pile of blankets and slunk back to your room. You hadn’t meant to say any of that, but you could feel it deeply, so deeply the words had bubbled out before you could swallow them back down.
That night your sleep troubled you, the room was too warm making you sweat and writhe in the sheets and dreams of the Avengers flashing behind your closed eyes.
The next morning no one could make eye contact, each team member focusing on their coffee or toast, eyes down.
When you sat down the same static spark of electricity seemed to move over the kitchen island, making everyone squirm and move in their seats.
Eventually Wanda completed the group, walking in red faced and nervous as she looked around the kitchen before visibly relaxing.
“Oh, we all had the same dream!” She exclaimed “I don’t feel so bad now.” She said, cheerily.
“Wan, you’re not meant to read our minds,” Natasha protested, covering her ears as if that would make any difference at all.
“Can we not talk about it,” Bucky grumbled, looking away from Natasha.
“But you slept, Bucky, isn’t that good?” At least Wanda was happy, you felt hot and sick “you didn’t have a nightmare like usual, you had the same …”
“Enough,” he snapped, slamming his spoon into his bowl a little too hard, milk splashing on the spotless counters.
“Your dream was different though,” Wanda put a hand on your temple despite your attempt to squirm away, “yeah, yours was very different. And so was yours,” She pointed at Natasha who looked over to Bucky without thinking.
Wanda squeaked, a hand over her mouth “But Bucky, yours was just like…”
“Thats enough, ” Steve stood hands on the counter, “we need to figure out whatever is going on here,” everyone looked away blushing as he crossed his arms, Captain America voice in full effect. “For goodness sake, I’m going to speak to Bruce.”
Steve stormed out and a rush of air moved across the island as everyone breathed out. Wanda let out an awkward laugh, head down so she wouldn't catch the eye of her teammates and left the room.
After that incredibly awkward breakfast you began to pull away from the more open group spaces and started to spend a lot of time in the lab with Bruce while he tried to synthesise your medication. The small unlabeled tube of pills one of Stark’s assistants had packed for you was now empty. But all Bruce had been able to discover was a heavy sedative.
“You shouldn’t have even been able to walk around taking something that strong." He took his glasses off to rub a hand over his face, the fatigue of a sleepless night of experiments catching up to him, "you feel okay now?”
“Yeah”
“But you’re an inch taller than yesterday you said?”
“I’m an inch taller than I was this morning.”
Bruce rubbed his hand on his face, dangling his glasses from the other hand.
“Okay, walk me through what happened again”
“So I sat next to Captain Rodgers and Sergeant Barnes in the kitchen and when I stood up I was an inch taller, I could tell because my jeans were too short.”
“That’s not how growing works,” Bruce took a seat beside you and huffed out a breath.
“I know that I’m not doing it on purpose”
For the last few days you had been slowly growing the trait of anyone you were in close contact with. It was unnerving everyone, looking up and seeing their eyes glowing back, or their hair colour tinged in highlights around your face. But worse still was that there was no clear explanation, none that you could or would give.
It wasn’t the only change the team had noticed. Wanda, Nat, Sam, Steve and Bucky spent the most time together and they had all spent the most time alone together with you. But after only a few days they refused to even enter a room if you were there, prefering to skirt around the edges or take a different route.
They couldn’t forget the night when they played spin the bottle, in fact they had thrown away all the beer of the same brand and there had been no more team evenings suggested.
When you were alone with them a tension seemed to fill in the air. Steve had shifted your training rotation so that no one was ever left alone in the gym with you. Sam admitted you’d almost kissed last time you were alone and, red faced, Wanda agreed. Natasha and Bucky had also blushed, looking at each other out of the corners of their eyes. They complained that you kept trying to make them stand next to each other, and had even locked them into a cupboard 'by accident’ while pretending that you were unable to find the key until Steve freed them.
You couldn’t seem to control the feeling either, a primal urge inside of you growing the longer you were without your tablets. Growling and clawing until you had to excuse yourself and take a handful of the sleeping pills Bruce had given you.
Wanda admitted, as you escaped the building tension for the last time, that this was when her dreams were the most extreme and everyone nodded along. Their nights filled with vivid, primal scenes, moaning and panting, the touch and taste of another filling their senses.
And, though you could hear them talking about you, you could never admit that your dreams were different, that you saw yourself orchestrating their dreams like a puppet master, like a god and you’d wake in a cold sweat.
Frightened, they placed you in the medical wing, a secure room with two way mirrors, sound proofing and, most importantly, a lock. Bruce told you that it was somewhere safe, where you could withdraw from the medication that was dwindling in the little orange bottle. But Tony was relieved that the team could relax now without you around.
Alone, you took another sedative and rolled over in your plastic bed, under the thin sheet, and cried.
The last time the team had met someone who had so easily got inside them and changed their dynamic, they had ended up with an alien invasion. Steve was sure you weren’t in control, thinking about your embarrassment and desperation when Bucky and Natasha were locked in the cupboard, how quickly you left the room whenever the conversation became heated. He was sure, sure , you were safe, that it was just a side effect of whatever you’d been taking all these years and that given time everything would go back to normal.
Tony, however, was taking no chances.
“We need to call Thor.” He suggested as they watched you through the mirror, you were reading a book and running your finger over your lip as you concentrated. With each pass of your finger your lips changed colour, working through shades of pink and red.
“What can Thor do?” Bruce had had enough stress for one month, thank you very much, and was much happier handing out medication until they could find somewhere else to send you. All he needed to do was refine some samples and he’d be able to remake your medication and then he could give Fury the go ahead to have you moved.
“He can bring Loki,” Tony said, jumping up to sit on the tall lab counter and tossing a few blueberries into his mouth.
Bruce looked over at him, one eyebrow raised. “Is that a good idea? The man’s mad.”
“I don’t want to see him anymore than you do. But they could help us figure out if this is magic like them, or a mutation, or if…it’s something else. Then you can pack her off to whichever medical facility you think is appropriate.” Tony waved his hand around in the air as if to demonstrate the unknown fears they all shared. “She shape shifts, Bruce. Loki can do that. And the manipulating thoughts and feelings? Maybe she can learn to control it. We need her to control herself and maybe, maybe , if we’re nice enough, she’ll want to help us too.”
“Do we really want Loki to teach her that, how do we know we can trust him?” Bruce cringed, thinking of the havoc the man had wrought, even if he was being manipulated. Loki was powerful, who knew what he could achieve with a little planning.
“Thor can help keep him in line,” Tony seemed confident and although his confidence was often catching, Bruce still felt the deep simmer of apprehension sitting low in his gut.
“At least we’re not fighting like last time,” Bruce sighed heavily, the memory of his last encounter with Loki still fresh in his mind.
“No, but the sexual tension is killing me. We need to end this.” Tony laughed, thinking back to the red faces of his colleagues and their lack of enthusiasm when he suggested they get drunk and play spin the bottle again.
“Okay, fine, Tony, you win. Call Thor.” Bruce sighed, leaning forward onto the counter and resting his head in his hands.
“And Loki?”
“And Loki."
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I’m gnawing at the bone for any kind of Brahms Heelshire x Reader content 🙏🏼🙏🏼
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rat chat: first off, excited for my first ever tagged anon. v cool. secondly, i hope this satiates your needs.
brahms heelshire x gn!reader | nsfw |
brahms wasn’t a social man, if that wasn’t obvious. even after he had revealed himself to you, and you had accepted him with open arms, he found himself struggling to be in your presence all the time. there wasn’t any doubt he liked you, that wasn’t the case. he was comparable to a cat. he curled up on your lap, and pestered you for pats and scratches, and when he was finished, he’d disappear for hours on end with little regard for your own needs. it was something he was working on. consideration didn’t come naturally to him, especially after so much of his life was spent worrying about how he would survive and nothing else.
that’s not to say brahms didn’t want you around. he desperately craved you, just in different ways. while he felt anxious being around you physically, he kept himself close to you within the safety of his walls. anywhere you were, he was there too, just stowed away within his passages.
he enjoyed keeping an eye on you, and observing the way you went about your business. you were an alien to him, a new species, and he was your observer. you kept to a tight schedule, and he memorized your routine down to the last detail.
he also had a small habit of stealing your things. to him, these were specimens; they were little items for him to study and examine to understand you better. he liked nabbing things you wouldn’t miss. sometimes it was pieces of jewelry you never used, sometimes it was books he’d seen you finish, sometimes it was even the cutlery you had used and put away for cleaning. he added it all to his hoard. if you had seen it, he was sure you’d think it a shrine, but it wasn’t as simple as that. it was a nest. being so close to these things you had interacted with made him feel warm inside, comfortable, and he liked laying among them as if to pretend you were there too.
brahms had a habit of getting carried away, though. during the night, when he had no real reason to watch you for more than an hour or two, he’d crawl back to his little sanctuary and lay among his collection. he’d stare up at the ceiling, and grab his most prized possession. it was a pair of your underwear, taken off the floor of the bathroom during one of your showers. he was sure you would’ve noticed, but you had been tired that day, and didn’t check your clothes before throwing them into the hamper.
they smelled of you. they smelled of sin, and of naughty thoughts, and of dark desires. when he rubbed them against his face, and breathed your scent in deep, he’d feel dirty but alive. there was something about the shame of it all, about how if you saw him you’d be disappointed, that made it all the more delicious. those moments when you chastised him for something bad he did were his favourite, because it meant you were giving him your full attention. that’s all he really wanted, to be seen by you. he wished it didn’t involve so much… physical presence.
this was good enough for him. these little moments, when he would yank his pants down his hips and reach his hand down, and pretend it was yours; when he’d grip hard at his base, and stroke up and down slowly, and pretend you were sitting on his face, it was good. it brought momentary bliss. he’d smother himself with the fabric of your underwear, and use it to muffle his wanton moans. he’d fuck into his hand, and pretend you were the one bouncing recklessly on him.
he had such a specific fantasy. he wanted you to find him stroking himself, indulging in the dirtier things in life- and he wanted you to relieve him. he wanted you to walk up to him when he hadn’t even realized you were there, and take over for him. his hands were too rough- yours were so soft and gentle. even when you were mad, you had such a caring touch about you. you’d wrap your hands around his cock, and pump him slow, and watch him writhe and whine for you. he’d be so surprised, but so happy. he wouldn’t fight. he might beg for you to go faster, or plead that you use more than just your hand, but you wouldn’t budge. he didn’t deserve it yet, not after stealing your things and using them for such nefarious purposes.
you’d massage his balls, and praise him. he wouldn’t be able to look at you. even thinking about it made him embarrassed, and made him push his face further into hiding. he tried to mimic what you would do to him, how you’d squeeze your hand around him, and rub his balls until he felt tight. he tried to be good for you even then, by whispering your name and promising he’d be good. sure, he was speaking to nothing but air, but it was the thought that counts.
brahms would shove his shirt and sweater high up on his chest, letting himself feel the cool air hit his skin. he was so hot, so needy as he stroked himself. he could barely focus on his own fantasies. he kept getting lost in the feeling, lost in the very idea of you being there. he could imagine you smiling down at him, so smug. he liked it when you looked cocky, like you knew exactly who he was and how to press his buttons.
he’d cum hard. his load would spread onto his stomach and part of his chest, and it would feel scorching against his skin. it would make him sob, shaking and fucking the last aftershocks out of his cock until he was soft. he’d let go, panting like a dog, tired. with a huff, he’d remove your underwear from his face and discard it into its special place in his nest, careful to keep it somewhat hidden in case you ever did stumble into his little sanctuary.
brahms liked you. he liked being around you. he liked what you did to him. he knew if you saw your effect on him, that you’d like it just as much.
maybe one day he’d show you.
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Teeth
Part 4!
Werepanther! Billy Russo x Female Reader
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Oh, @marvelmusing, I bet you thought that was the last of it...
Warnings: heavy voyeurism, smut, hints of angst.
B.Russo.
That's what he'd written on the scrap of paper. What was the 'B' for?
Probably Big cock because honestly, even though you had resisted temptation and not looked, his entire vibe expressed in detail how big his dick probably was.
He was... really something. His entire aura made you want to curl up beside him, have him hold you protectively while you slept. You just wanted to touch him, and keep touching him, and maybe kiss him if he wanted.
The memory of some of your dreams of him come to mind, they'd been eerily vivid, slow kisses and eager touches and words that you couldn't remember but the feeling of hearing them was seared into you.
Fuck, you might like him a little more than you expected.
You wanted to text him, maybe send him a message, but you were so trapped by fear.
What if he hadn't meant it like that? Maybe this was just for emergencies, and he would find you annoying if you tried. Maybe he found you annoying enough already.
You sigh, putting your phone down.
Where had that sarcastic girl inside of you gone? The one that had sassed a serial killer who was about to end her?
You'd felt yourself change so much after that experience, scared of the world around you, and you missed her, you missed the person that you used to be.
She wouldn't have had any problems asking a hot guy his name.
Then again, William wasn't just any hot guy, he was still a client, and you definitely should not get involved.
He was probably just extending a courtesy to you anyway.
.
It was annoying how much he found himself staring at his phone.
Fuck. Had he come on too strong?
He rubs a tired hand over his face, exhausted.
The predator was scratching at the inside of his mind endlessly, turning his brain to shreds. Demanding he go to her, demanding he find her, and kiss her, and pick her up, seat her soft body on his, feel the heat of her arousal between her thighs-
His phone rings.
Fuck.
Truly, everything was so tedious now, mind-numbingly boring. He no longer wanted to spend long hours at the office, sacrificing his personal time for work, he wanted you. He wanted an existence, where he could go home to you, crawl into bed beside you, rest his body beside yours, stay there beside you until he rots, leaving only your bones and his together, a lifetime of eternal peace.
He blinks, realises how insane his thoughts are.
He didn't know the first thing about you.
No, that wasn't true, he knew lots, he knew how you laughed and he knew the sound of your voice and the scent of your skin and there was a million more things to learn and he wanted to know them all.
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"Surprise!" Dani exclaims as you open the door to her.
You laugh in amusement, unable to see much of her face through the magnificently large palm plant in her hands.
"How on earth are you holding on to that? It's fucking huge." You say, stepping aside to let her in.
"I'm strong, I get by." She replies easily, moving to place the plant by your nearest window.
You watch her, as you close the front door.
She grabs at the heavy curtains, pulling them aside to let some sunlight in.
"Oh, this place is awesome, I love the little balcony." She comments, staring out of the windows.
You grin.
"Thanks, honestly, I don't go out there much." Or even open your curtains, but you'd definitely have to have some sunlight come in now for your new plant friend.
"Can I?" She asks, and waits for your nod of approval before pulling the glass door open.
The cool air of the morning spills in, you find yourself liking it, appreciating new things about your new apartment.
Truthfully, having the windows open made you a little bit on edge, you didn't know who would be able to look in, and it paired oddly with your feeling of constantly being watched.
Outside certainly wasn't too bad though, as you inched closer to the window, you found that you could see a little into the house next door, a kitchen area and a little bit of a sitting area, with a cute fireplace.
This was his house, you realise with abject facination.
"Who's house?" Dani asks, pulling you out of your thoughts.
"Uh, the guy I was telling you about, who helped me with my bags the other day."
"Big dick Russo?"
You smile.
"Yeah, him."
"Hmm, nice place." She comments, moving away from the window.
When your second friend arrives, she brings a jar of cacao nibs and a crate of strawberries.
You happily thank Amy, washing some of the strawberries and settling into the couch to enjoy them.
You'd been friends with Dani and Amy for a lot of your life, and you'd come a long way with them. They were both there that night, you'd been trying to keep them safe when you'd taken off running.
You remember the aftermath, stumbling back toward the sound of their voices calling your name, trying to explain to them, with barely any breath left in your lungs, what had happened.
They hadn't left you alone for even a second that night, at least one of them in sight at all times.
If it weren't for them, the aftermath would have decimated you.
You curl up happily with your strawberries, listening to their little updates.
You smile when Dani turns her concerned eyes to you, she asks how you've been sleeping.
"Actually a lot better here. I feel surprisingly safe."
She nods in understanding.
"Yeah, the doorman looked at me so suspiciously it was almost funny. If you didn't call ahead, he might have kicked me out."
You smile, nodding.
"No more surprise birthday parties for me."
"Well, I can always seduce him into letting me in." She says with a shrug of her shoulder, earning a laugh from you.
Amy, who has been making herself a cup of tea, squeaks loudly.
You spin to look at her, her eyes open comically wide, hands clamped over her mouth as she stares out the open door to the balcony.
"Oh my god, what?" Dani says, standing suddenly to move to another window, parting the curtains slightly to look out.
She looks for a second, eyes scanning the area in confusion, before her mouth drops open.
"What?" you say moving to take a peek over her shoulder.
At first you don't see it, you don't know where to look, your first thought was something on the roof of the next building or maybe the ground below, before movement in the opposite window catches your eye.
Your mouth goes dry.
His hair is wet, fresh from a shower, his torso is bare. You blink, trying to double check that he was in fact there, in his kitchen, half-naked after a shower, a towel wrapped around his hips.
He reaches into one of the taller cupboards, grabbing a mug, the muscles of his back flexing as he closes the cupboard door.
Your body tingles at the sight of him. You watch him scratch the corner of his lip absentmindedly as he checks his phone, turning away to disappear deeper into his home where you can't see.
"Jesus Christ." Dani whispers, reminding you that she was there, a small frown forming on your face as you realise that you're not the only one admiring him.
"We shouldn't be watching him." You try to say, looking at Amy, who does not draw her eyes away from the window.
Dani's gasp pulls your attention, and you try to peek over her shoulder once more.
His hair is askew, his body a little less wet now, black boxers replacing the towel on his hips.
"That's a big dick for sure." Dani whispers.
"Stop. Enough." You say with finality, reaching around her to shut the curtains in her face.
You close in the balcony door next, avoiding looking over as you draw the curtains shut.
Everyone is silent for a moment, before Amy says your name.
"Please send him a text." She says, with pleading eyes.
You let out a little huff.
.
There's a fascination for him that does not leave you, and when you find him in your dreams later that night, you make sure to express all your pent up frustrations very clearly.
He's standing in your living room, studying the little palm tree. He turns to you with a smile when he senses you approaching.
You are not smiling.
Hands gripping his wrists, you pull at him, almost angry in your feverish movements.
He looks stunned when you push him to a sitting position on your couch.
You're still in your vintage night dress, all soft fabrics and little bows, you raise the hem, sliding yourself onto his lap easily.
He's still looking at you with surprised eyes, he doesn't know what's brought this on but he does not want to stop it in any way.
"What will it take to make you mine?" You whisper, leaning into him. His eyebrows draw together, confused.
"I already am." he answers easily, just as your noses brush.
"I wish you were," you say harshly against his mouth, "I wish you knew how badly I want you."
"I was made for you." He confesses, a promise against your lips as his fingers secure themselves to the spot behind your neck, pulling you in.
Your mouths meld together, a blissful sigh from each mouth.
Your body calls out to him, empty, aching.
You take his free hand, guiding it slowly over your thigh, so that he touches the spot right over your womb.
"I need you right here." You gasp into his mouth, and you feel his fingers tighten reflexively on the back of your neck.
He says your name, a whispered prayer.
"Please. I'm so tired of being empty." You plead, ready to beg if he would just give you what you crave.
"I'm right here," he promises, hands caressing either side of your face, kissing your lips one more time for good measure.
"And I'm not going anywhere."
When you wake, it's with a sad sigh.
It's odd, to be this disastrously needy, and yet feel an ache in your chest like never before.
You strip your nightdress off, your body exposed to the cool air of your room, only your underwear on to shield you from what you're about to do next.
You're not thinking when you pull your bedroom curtains open, all you want, is for him to see.
It doesn't matter that he's a stranger, or that he's a client. In the dark of the night, with the moonlight streaming in, all you want him to be, is yours.
.
He isn't expecting it.
So when he moves to his windows to check for movement, he doesn't think it's real.
For a moment, he thinks he might still be dreaming.
But no.
There you are.
Your curtains parted, and he can see right into your bedroom, the moonlight soft on your gorgeous skin.
You writhe on your sheets, one hand on your breast, the other- he swallows- the other under the lining of your panties.
You were playing with yourself.
His heart hammers in his head, the predator roars.
He watches, it doesn't take much for you to come, back arching, quiet gasps, trembling thighs.
Your chest heaves as you try to suck in air. He wishes he was in the room with you. The scent of your cunt must be filling the room by now, despite the flimsy piece of fabric between your thighs.
What were you thinking about? Was it him?
You tug your fingers out of your underwear, his mouth waters at the sight of your glistening fingers.
He groans, backs away from the windows so that his silhouette isn't visible. Watches you close the curtains, and disappear from his view.
It's well into the morning, long after he's been awake, after his Sunday morning run, he's standing in his kitchen, blending a smoothie, when his phone goes off, a little picture display telling him exactly who it is.
'What's the 'B' in your name stand for?'
Billy smiles.
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#werepanther!billy russo#teeth#billy russo#billy russo x reader#monster!billyrusso#monster!billy russo#monster!billy#Jess#this is for you#ben barnes#billy russo x female reader#my writings#the punisher#billy russo smut
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Hey! If your still taking requests, I was wondering if you can do Rayman/Ramon being a father to him and His S/os kids? I can see Rayman being his kids to work, like bring your kid to work day, that would be so cute
Thank you for the request !
I’ve been struggling to get back writing for quite a few days now , had a massive writer’s block phase … I’m really sorry I took so long to get this done ! Hopefully I’ll finish the next request a bit faster ;-;
Anyway , I really enjoyed writing this one : I love the idea of Rayman being a sweetheart to his kids … it brings me joy :,)
Hope it turned out okay !
And again , sorry about the inconvenience ;(
Details : use of gender neutral reader ;
established relationships ;
no warnings needed
Rayman 🧡
Two words : Best Dad .
Rayman has always had a soft spot for children , so now that he has a family with you , the love of his life , he truly feels like the luckiest man alive .
He knows that he can’t be around all the time , but whenever he’s there he wants to be as present as possible and make everyone smile … that’s probably the most important thing for him .
Rayman is more than happy to bring his children along to work when he is allowed to , and the sheer enthusiasm he has when talking to them and answering their questions is surely something to behold …
< Ohh - what is that , Dad ? >
< That is the television production studio , sweetie : it’s the place from where the things I say get filmed and then put on tv .
It’s one of the most important rooms in this building , and the one where I spend more time into . >
< That’s so cool !!
Can we go in there now Dad ? Can we ? Can we ? Can we ? >
< Hehe , alright , let’s go !
Just be careful and stay close to me , okay ? >
< Okay ! >
Rayman isn’t bothered in the slightest by the fact that his coworkers and staff members could see him and his kids , and if anyone has complaints about it ?
Well , he is ready to have an hours long argument with them if necessary , so most people don’t even try to talk about it … at least not out loud .
When he comes back home , despite how tired he may be , Rayman is pretty much always down to see what his children have been up to while he was away :
they crafted something or made a drawing ? He will see it .
They want to tell him all about something cool that happened today ? He will give them his full attention .
< Dad ! Dad look , it’s you ! We made it together ! >
< Wow - that’s such a good drawing you made there ! I love it ! >
Rayman makes sure to keep every little thing they gift him , and sometimes you can find him sitting somewhere , smiling while staring at something they made …
< Aw , is that a new one Ray ? >
< Mhm …
Y’know y/n , sometimes I look at you and our family and I can’t believe how lucky I am to have all this .
I can’t thank you enough for staying with me … I love you , I love you so much ~ >
< I love you too sweetie … I’m so lucky to have you as well ~ >
Ramon 🖤
Saying that Ramon will do anything to keep you and your kids safe is an understatement …
He is ready to throw his life away to ensure that , and that often brings him to make many , many dangerous decisions .
< y/n ? Is … is Dad okay … ? >
< Don’t worry hun , he just needs some rest and he’ll feel better soon …
Still Ram , that’s not an excuse for doing stuff like that .
Please , please promise me you’ll never do it again … >
< I … hnn … I’m sorry … I just - I forget myself sometimes …
I’ll try to be more careful , I promise . >
Ramon’s softer side is especially visible when he is spending time with your children , playing with them …
< Aha ! We got you ! >
< Heh , you got me … >
< And now you’re trapped , forever !! >
< Noo - how could I be so easily defeated ?? >
You can’t help but smile whenever you see your partner like that , at this point only ever smiles when you’re all together : it’s the one thing that keeps him sane .
Since he doesn’t want to make your kids worry about how bad things actually are , with Eden constantly on the hunt for him and his beloved family , Ramon most likely confides to you at night , when his tormented thoughts prevent him from getting some much needed rest …
< y/n … ? >
< Hey love … can’t sleep … ? >
< … yeah …
This is just such a huge mess … I really have no idea how we’re gonna make it through this with those assholes constantly looking for us .
You deserve better … our children deserve better … maybe the both of you should - >
< No . I know what you’re about to say , and I’ll never leave you , no matter what happens .
I know that … things aren’t easy right now , and I honestly have no idea what’s gonna happen next … but I know we’re going to get through this , and we will be happy , all three of us … I promise . >
Your loving words always manage to give Ramon some reassurance , and with a momentary sense of peace he eventually manages to fall asleep in your arms , grateful to have you and your kids by his side .
He will do everything in his power to keep you safe , no matter what it takes .
#captain laserhawk#x reader#rayman x reader#captain lazerhawk rayman#rayman#ramon clh#cl rayman#ramon captain laserhawk#gender neutral reader
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p1harmony and their kinky-haired girlfriends
a bit niche, but the reader(y/n) is typically portrayed with eurocentric hair(which isn't bad!), so when this idea popped into my head yesterday I just HAD to indulge it as a kinky haired girl myself <3
Keeho
metaphorically falls to his knees whenever you come home from the salon
"oooooh girlllllll-" [immediately starts screaming with you]
will take a million photos of you because he's lowkey obsessed with everything that you do with your hair
don't know what style to do next? don't worry, he has a photo album in his phone that's kept track of every hairdo you've ever had, in case you want to try something new or return to a previous look
he WILL lay your edges better than you. and he absolutely slays the swirls that he likes to put in them
matching silk bonnets!!!
if you own any wigs, HIDE THEM if you're watching reality tv. Keeho will otherwise run to grab one while you watch the kardashians just to up the sass level
in all seriousness you guys love acting a fool in your wigs. bob-offs are a monthy endeavor
Theo
wash day connoisseur
he's taking off work. he doesn't care
knows it's a whole process and wants to help in any way he can because he's not very good at braiding or styling kinky hair
makes it into a spa day so you don't stress
has the leave in conditioner-water-gel combo DOWN and takes his time sectioning your hair so the curls define just right
loves talking to you like you're in a salon and he's just the hairdresser trying to get to know you(it's his sneaky way of checking in on you)
will complain/be sad when you say you're getting a new style in because he gets so attached to the current one but he immediately forgets the old one the minute you come home with something new
Jiung
LOVES braiding your hair. you'll actually quit going to braiders yourself in favor of staying home and binging your favorite show while jiung finishes your ends for you
in fact, if you teach him to cornrow, he will be OBSESSED with braiding cool shapes on your head in case you ever want a badass protective style
he finds it very therapeutic and loves being close to you for prolonged periods of time, bonus points if you fall asleep. he will simply die if you do that
has a playlist just for times like these </333
late night trips to the beauty supply store! because he didn't get enough rubber bands and wants to finish your hair TODAY
Intak
LITERALLY falls to his knees whenever you come home from the salon
"okay okay, this is my favorite look on you" he has said this every time
enamored and cannot stop staring at you
pictures of you allllll over his social media, he's basically a fanpage
wants you to braid his hair so bad, and when you do you both know he looks so goofy but it's adorable
"do you need anything from the beauty supply store? I'm on my way home from work right now"
oiling your scalp is his job(he won't let you do it because he knows how relaxing it is when you don't do it yourself)
he is so focused. and it is SO cute.
Soul
matching hair!!!
no I'm so serious he keeps his hair longish so you guys can always match. he will dye it, he'll let you braid it, put cute rings and charms in it etc. you guys will show up to EVERY event matching if he can help it
speaking of charms and rings, he will buy the coolest ones he can find just for you to try because he thinks you look ethereal with them and can't get enough of it
begs you to let him accessorize your hair(like you're an art piece! because you are, to him at least)
crazy head massages whenever you don't have your hair done
will always say that he doesn't have a favorite style, but whenever you get braids with beads at the end he acts a little stupid
Jongseob
this boy LOVES a good fro
doesn't matter if it's big or small he just can't wrap his head around the fact that your hair literally DEFIES GRAVITY
thinks your hair is the coolest thing in the world(he's jealous)
wants you to explain to him in detail anything that he doesn't understand. he hates having a language barrier whenever you two talk about hair and he wants it GONE
so when you notice him using lingo that you taught him, you get all flustered and he thinks it's SO cute
whenever you need to take down a protective style, he is THERE and ready to set a new record
he's literally a speedrunner and thinks it's a fun little game because it is. there's a folder in your notes app with his best times
#piwon#piwon fluff#piwon x reader#p1h#p1harmony ff#p1harmony fanfic#p1harmony#p1harmony headcanons#keeho#theo#jiung#intak#soul#jongseob#p1h fluff
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𝐍𝐂𝐓 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 :: 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄
✗a little warning, this is very long and very detailed.
✗renjuns, chenles and jisungs sections may be shorter than the others because i'm still new to writing abt them and i find it a little tricky trying to see them in such a way at the moment so i'm sorry if its shitty. @saintlyhyuck helped me out with renjuns.
✗sidenote, donghyucks section is a slight spoiler to his series i'm going to be doing lol. it gives off stalker/yandere vibes, please be cautious when reading or skip it if you're not comfortable with that!!!
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you meet mark at a café where you work and he’s never been here before, but he only came because he lost a bet and had to buy everyone drinks. mark definitely has that ‘love at first sight’ mindset going on so the second he makes brief eye contact with you? he’s immediately in awe. he’s so infatuated. he can’t stop looking at you, he’s a stuttering mess ordering the drinks. purposely sits down just to stare at you longer even though he desperately has to be somewhere.
you know exactly what’s happening by the way. it’s blatantly obvious but honestly?? you don’t mind. not only do you kinda like the attention but it’s from the most prettiest boy you have ever laid eyes on??? its a win-win situation right here.
eventually, mark does makes the first move. he literally just scribbles his number onto a napkin and leaves it open on the table hoping that you'd be the one to pick it up and not some random customer or another worker, god he really should've thought this through because now he's panicking about his number getting into the wrong hands and— never mind you called him.
you talk back and forth for a while. he even meets you during your breaks just so he sit with you and keep you company. it doesn't take long for him to feel comfortable touching you. his shoulders brush against yours, his thigh pressed against yours, his fingers linger on your arm a little longer than usual. he definitely does that fake yawn and put his arm around your shoulders manoeuvre, thinks he's so slick and cool. it doesn't take long for the both of you to share a few small kisses when he walks you home or even in the back alleyway when you go outside for some fresh air on breaks.
mark, without a doubt, wants to sleep with you now but he will not be the first to initiate anything... which leaves you in a difficult position. you have never slept with anyone. it hasn't crossed your mind. you weren't interested in having sex with anyone until you met mark. but he doesn't know that and you're far too embarrassed to admit it... until you invited him in one night (purely under innocent intent) and his lips were feverishly on yours and his hands were moving beneath your shirt.
saying he was shocked is an understatement. he has no words. probably gets a little emotional over the fact that you're basically giving him your virginity but then it dawns on him that YOU are GIVING HIM your VIRGINITY and its suddenly becomes the hottest thing ever. he's gentle with you. laying beside you on the bed as he kisses you, shyly caressing your body and calling you the most beautiful girl. the two of you for sure share some giggles and some laughs, but it eases the tension. he makes you feel really good even though he has a extremely hard time controlling himself around you, especially while he's now hovering above you with your walls contracting around his dick, trying to accustom to the size.
he's breathing so heavily through his nose, his brain fuzzy, unable to comprehend what the fuck is actually going on but he's able to voice small little praises, his hands gently caressing your cheek and pushing your hair out of your face, asking how you feel and if anything hurts. he wants to move so badly but he remains still just for you. it's torture, but you matter more.
renjun is a friend of a friend, someone who is in your friendship group but never really speak to. he keeps to himself, head buried into a book with his glasses slipping down his nose, drowning in oversized sweaters and wearing bulky headphones to block out the chatter around him, way too focused on the words that are written on the pages. you'd be lying if you said you weren't intrigued by him. there was just something about renjun that piqued your interest, and it wasn't a secret that you were clearly attracted to the quiet nerd in the group. you're positive renjun even knows about your little attraction towards him, although he's never made a move much to your dismay.
that is until you two are alone at a small gathering one of your mutual friends hosted, the others disappearing to go buy more beers and snacks while you both are made to stay at the house, the car too small to fit all of you inside. as always, renjun brings his book, but you're not entirely convinced he's able to focus on the words with the way he's peering over the top of the book to meet your eyes across the room, cheeks tinted a light shade of red.
he asks why you're staring at him to which you reply that he's pretty to look at, the alcohol giving you a boost of confidence. he's flustered, the book almost slipping from his grasp but he clears his throat to regain himself, muttering how you look pretty too with his own sudden confidence. it doesn't take long for you to clamber into his lap after a few back and forth compliments, ripping the book out of his hands and throwing it somewhere to the side before your lips connected.
the kiss is awkward. it's soft and hesitant, but it's one of the best kisses you've ever had. to be fair, you haven't shared a lot of kisses with other people, but you're giving renjun everything you've got and he seems to be giving his 100%, fingers gripping your hips tightly as your lips trail down his neck, marking him up, almost claiming him as yours. he's a whining mess, hips jerking beneath yours as his cock strains against his pants, desperate to be touched. you want to touch him, relieve him of his pent up frustration, but there's just one problem. you have no idea what you're actually doing.
when you whisper to him that you're a virgin and haven't gone further than some very light petting, something inside him switches. he flips you both around, your back crashing down against the sofa cushions and he's hovering above you, eyes dark and wild. that sub exterior completely slipping away, replacing with a dom that's eager to take control which excites you. clothes are immediately peeled off of both of your bodies once he mutters that you don't have a lot of time to yourselves until the others get back, his hips uncontrollably rut against yours, tip brushing against your clit.
you're whining for him to touch you, almost pleading him to do something, to do anything to help get rid of that ache between your legs but you gasp as you feel a sting spread across your cheek, looking up at renjun in surprise at the sudden slap. you never expected this from the quiet nerd in your friend group and you never would expect him to wrap his hand around your throat as he slowly eases his cock inside of you, making sure not to move too abruptly and hurt you, which is a complete contrast to his actions a mere few seconds prior. he's grunting in your ears about how tight your pussy feels around him, fucking you slow and deep that has your eyes rolling to the back of your head, your hands grasping at his around your throat.
jeno's your next door neighbour that you've been friends with for years that suddenly got hot over the summer break and now you can't stop thinking about him in such vulgar ways. you've been close since middle school, always sharing secrets and stories, having sleepovers and laughing until the crack of dawn. you could confidently say he is your best friend and you are his but the summer break got too busy to the point you were unable to see each other. you didn't hang out at all.
the first time you see jeno is when the summer break is almost over and he's standing in his front garden, shirtless, holding a beer in his hand and standing next to his best friend who's grilling meat for their get together bbq that they have almost every weekend. he's so pretty to look at, especially with his newly dyed pink hair that's tousled from the amount of times he ran his fingers through it.
the first time jeno sees you is when you emerge from your house in the most tiniest of shorts to accompany your family members who were relaxing in the garden. jeno was, admittedly, staring at your legs and your ass the entire time, wondering when the fuck did you have that glow up. he has always found you cute and adorable since you were both young, but now? you're hot. you're sexy.
your mother notices him looking over and is the first to initiate the conversation, beckoning him on over and asking all types of questions, even complimenting his appearance which makes you embarrassed at her behaviour, but this helps start yours and Jeno's first conversation of the last remaining week of summer break. you click straight away.
you're back to hanging out and talking every day, sitting in his garden under the blazing sun in your most tight fitted bikinis which jeno starts to notice, but he doesn't comment on it, instead he wears his own tight fitted swim shorts, flexing his thighs whenever he sits down beside you. you both get a little tipsy and this is where the honestly rolls off of your tongue. you tell him how you don't want to be a virgin anymore and that going into college with no sexual experience sounds lame (although it really doesn't). jeno just stares at you with a smirk on his face, nodding and humming along to all the things that you say and then he says it.
the way he so casually offers to take your virginity almost makes you choke on your own saliva but you keep calm and collected, simply nodding your head. you thought maybe jeno would've dropped the subject after that or laughed and told you that he was joking, but what you didn't expect was jeno to take your hand in his and tug you inside of his house, immediately pulling you onto his lap the second he sits down on his sofa.
he leans back against the cushions, smirking with his bottom lip caught between his teeth as he shoves your bikini bottoms to the side and circles his fingers around your entrance. jeno is all but kind to you for your first time. of course he makes sure that you are wet enough but he at least wants to make you cum twice on his fingers before he even thinks about shoving his cock inside you. he makes you do that. he makes you sit on his cock, gesturing you to grip his cock and put it in yourself with a simple nod of his head, capturing your lips with his in a messy kiss as he first enters inside of you.
the thing is with donghyuck, he obsesses over things and gets attached pretty easily. if there's a new game he likes, he'll continuously play it as if there's no other game in the world. if there's a new food he likes, he'll only eat that until the thought of it makes him violently sick and he finds something different. with people he crushes on, donghyuck does everything and anything to be around them, forcing his way into their comfort zone... and you were his next target.
he first met you during a morning class you shared together and you were made to sit next to him due to a minor inconvenience, bare faced and covered in an oversized red hoodie, smelling like fresh strawberries. donghyuck froze in his seat, unable to tear his eyes away from the side of your head. his favourite colour is red and he really likes strawberries. what a coincidence? you're perfect. you're his.
his staring wasn't subtle, which made you feel a little more annoyed than you already were from being forced to move seats, and you turn to look at him to tell ask him what the fuck he was staring at until you see the look in his eyes. they're filled with want, with desire, with need. a smirk is now plastered across his lips and he leans his elbows on the table, his eyebrow raising at your own staring but you tear your eyes away from him in an instant, focussing your attention on the professor in front.
you notice the appearances donghyuck starts to make in your everyday life; sitting near your table at lunch, studying at the library while you're there, present in every class you're in together, following you on your social medias, liking your posts on instagram, creating stories with your favourite music playing in the background... he isn't slick, and he knows it.
you eventually end up cornering donghyuck the next time you see him, especially when he ends up sitting in one of your favourite restaurants eating one of your favourite meals (which, by the way, you have never posted or hardly spoke about).he's beaming when you plant yourself in the chair opposite him, demanding him to answer all of your questions about him knowing so much about you, but obvious donghyuck doesn't care, not when he finally has your attention after craving it for so long.
how you end up in a five hour conversation with him is beyond you. you expected to be gone after confronting him, but you're captivated by his smile and the way he talks to you, so you didn't have it in you to get up and leave just like that. he's already got you wrapped around his fingers, he's already obsessed, but he feels his obsession grow a little more stronger when he manages to get a raw confession out of you.
your virginity hardly meant anything to you. you never actively went out looking for a hookup nor are you saving it up for that 'someone special', it was just there. but donghyuck manages to persuade you to bring him home with you, promising that it wasn't for any other motive than to hang out, but you eventually end up with both of your clothes thrown carelessly on the floor and him in between your legs, desperate lips biting and sucking at your skin, savouring the way you taste. he's always been curious.
donghyuck feels like he's in heaven once he's sheathed inside of you, buried to the hilt, body flush against yours. he feels like he could cry as he cradles your cheek in his hand, a smile creeping onto his lips as he watches your face contort from pain into pleasure, nails digging into his biceps and creating raw scratch marks that he can't wait to admire later. his grip tightens around your jaw, his thumb harshly digging in your bottom lip before pushing through the small gap, pressing his thumb against your tongue as he rolls his hips forward, your squeals and moans filling his ears. he's got you. you're his.
jaemin is your flatmate. he's a good flatmate. he's clean and tidy, he makes dinner every other night, he washes the dishes and he helps with the laundry. he's a perfect flatmate... so, what's the problem? you are, undoubtedly, cursed with a fuckboy as a flatmate.
he fucks loud. it's loud and obvious. his bedframe rattles against the bedroom wall, his grunts fill the hallways and his hookups scream the whole flat down with their squeals and moans of pleasure. he has zero shame.
truth be told, you're jealous. not because he's having sex with other people and not you. you're jealous because he's able to have sex whenever he wants without any concerns or problems. you're too shy to look for a hookup and you most definitely don't want to hookup with just any person. it's frustrating and it's irritating... which is why you make the stupid decision in finding the courage to ask jaemin to be your first.
he emerges out of his room one morning shirtless, scratch marks decorating his shoulders and lower back, a smile on his lips as he leads last nights hookup to the front door, waving her a quick goodbye and allowing her to plant her lips on his cheek before leaving. he closes the door, meeting your eyes across the room that stare at him. he's pulling a face, asking you what's wrong as he walks on over, hands resting on his hips with sass.
the look on his face when you tell him you want him to experience what sex is like with him would've made you piss your pants if it wasn't for your embarrassment and insecurities. when he asks you why you want him, you're taken back. you expected a simple yes or no, not an explanation which makes you feel a little awkward now, refusing to make eye contact with him when you explain your situation. you even add on that you want your first to be with someone experienced... and jaemin has a lot of experience.
he takes his time to answer and you accept defeat, preparing yourself to get turned down and be a helpless virgin for the rest of your life but jaemin's already taking your hand in his, dragging you to his bedroom with such urgency.
it baffles you how gentle jaemin is with your body, knowing what he's truly like behind the four walls of this bedroom. the light touches and soft kisses he makes on your skin makes your head spin. the praises and words of encouragement warms your heart. he's all about foreplay he claims, fingering you open with his middle and ring finger, talking you through the process all while leaving kitten licks and soft kisses on your folds.
he allows you to control the pace even though he's on top, not before making sure you're comfortable and ready. you're scared, gripping his bicep tightly in your grasp, sucking in a deep breath when you tell him to just fuck you. he's laughing, cooing at you words, calling you sweet and cute as his cock slips into your prepped pussy. he whispers sweet little nothings in your ears to calm you down when he feels your body tensing up, mumbling about how tight you feel around his cock and that you feel so good, that you're doing so well for him.
he even holds your hand throughout it, smothering your face with the most tender kisses, waiting for you to tell him his next move.
you hate chenle. you hate him with a passion. he's loud. he's annoying. he's sassy and he's overly confident that it makes you sick. he lives and breathes to tease you, to rile you up and cause a reaction. you loathe him.
chenle knows this, of course. he thrives off of it, almost making it a mission to make you angry at least once a day. he makes small comments, he steals your shit, he mocks you when you talk and he tries to trip you whenever you walk by. it's a game for him. a sick and twisted game that makes you want to strangle him to death.
you never really laid your hands on chenle before, minus a few arm punches here and there, but the first time you actually touched him with the intent of killing him was when chenle took his teasing a step too far. your hands were around his throat before realising, cursing and shouting at the top of your lungs as you climb onto his lap for a better grip, threatening to end his life for making your life a living hell.
chenle's cackling, finding joy in your anger as he tries to peel you off of him, digging his hands under your armpits to tickle you, pinching your sides to throw you off but his ministrations die down when he feels the way you're moving on top of him, your hips accidentally grinding down on his to keep yourself stable.
he's gulping, eyes blown out wide, hands resting on your waist as he stares up at you and you go to make a comment about who the fuck he was staring at until you feel it, the hardness poking at your inner thigh. you reel back in surprise but chenle's got you trapped in his hold, unable to move off his lap without you struggling, causing you to move on his cock that continues to grow in his pants.
you call him a sick fuck, chiding him for enjoying this but he's not listening, panting heavily with each movement of your hips. you raise your hand to hit his arm for his attention but he's quick to grab it, pressing the palm of your hand around his throat tightly as he begs you to do it again. you're dumbstruck, unable to form a sentence as you stare at him incredulously.
you'd be lying if you said you didn't enjoy the position you were in, allowing yourself to wrap your fingers around his neck and grind your hips down on his cock. he's gasping and grunting, his own fingers digging into your waist to quicken your movements and it doesn't take long for him to remove each of your clothes, begging to be touched and pleased.
before either of your underwear are thrown across the room, he confesses that he's never had sex before, that this is his first time to which you nod your head, admitting that you've never gone this far with anyone either. a few messy handjobs and awkward fingering sessions have been present in your lifetime but never sex. this is new for the both of you.
it's exciting. it's exhilarating to have sex with someone you despise so much, but that's what makes it so fun, especially when you're fucking each other with so much hatred and pent up frustrations.
jisung has been your boyfriend for a little over four months. relationships are fairly new to you both and being as shy as you are, neither of you have gone further than a few shared kisses. it's not like you didn't want to have sex with jisung, because you really do, it's the fact that you literally have no idea what to do and you didn't want to embarrass yourself in front of your first boyfriend.
jisung is in a similar position, he wants to have sex with you, he wants to know what it's like to be so intimate and close to you... but how the fuck is he supposed to do that with no experience? what would happen if he can't please you the way you deserve to be pleased? what if he can't make you cum? god, he's a mess. his head is in his hands and his phone is unlocked beside him with multiple tabs open with articles and videos teaching him how to please a woman, some a little more intimidating than others, babbling to himself how he's going to be a virgin forever.
you're standing at the bedroom door, watching him with wide eyes and the second you step further into the room, the floorboards creak beneath your weight and his head snaps up in alarm. his hand slams down on his phone when the woman on a video starts to explain where the clit is and you try your best to supress your laugh when his face turns red and eyes glassy, clearly embarrassed at being caught.
jisung's rambling now, confessing while also making excuses that make no sense whatsoever but his words die down when you sit beside him and unlock your phone to show him your own research, flicking through countless of tabs that teaches you how to give a handjob and how to ride a dick. he swears that he even saw a article with the title: "how to make someone cum"
this stirred something inside of jisung so he, shockingly, made the first move to kiss you and you happily reciprocated. the two of you awkwardly move around on your bedsheets, struggling to peel items of clothing off of your bodies and you laugh at the way his sweater gets caught around his head. laughing helps eases the situation and you both share a few giggles but the nerves come immediately flying back when jisung is between your open legs, hands shaking as he rolls the condom on his length.
your body trembles with anxiety, trying to hold yourself back from covering your most intimate areas and you refuse to meet his eyes when he hovers over you, his breath fanning across your cheeks. jisung feels his own body shake with anxiety as he wraps his hand around himself, nudging his tip at your entrance and the painful gasp you let out during his first initial push makes him freak out, pulling back almost immediately you shake your head, fingers interlocking with his tightly, eyes staring into his so lovingly as he pushes back into you.
©mrkis
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son of hades!riki watching femreader!daughter of apollo heal/comfort and later on cutely playing with little toddler campers to cheer them up and falls more in love w her bc of how good she is w kids
(its percy jackson themed, i hope im making sense😭 basically the reader has healing powers)
OH HELL YEAH PERCY JACKSON AA i dont even know anything ab the actual series, but i have read fics with its concept and ITS SUCH A COOL IDEA 🫶🫶 i had to do a bit research and it says hades kids can shadow travel and have earth powers..? hope thats correct jshdjd this was so fun to write, ty for the req anon <3 !! SOFT HOUR REQS ARE CLOSED !!
11:14AM — it was the hades’ kids turn to babysit the younger campers.
riki found kids a bit annoying, much too troubling and loud for his taste. but he couldn’t deny that the little boy he was assigned to supervise for the day was more than adorable.
his name was mingyu, a hermes kid with black curly hair filled and big brown boba eyes, his cheeky smile growing whenever riki swung their intertwined hands back and forth.
the little boy stopped suddenly along the camps pathway, looking up at riki with a big grin, “hyung! watch this!”
like most young hermes kids, mingyu was eager to show off his oustanding stealth and speed, zooming in circles at a breakneck speed. he was almost a blur to riki, moving so fast to the point that the older male’s eyes could barely keep up with his figure.
he chuckles, “woah, you’re even faster than hyung!” feeling playful, riki decides to put his own powers to use; manipulating a couple earthy platforms into the air, replicating a mini parkour park for the boy. “bet you cant get up there,” he taunts.
perhaps he shouldn’t have done that.
feeling challenged, mingyu rushes up to the rocks, pouncing higher with each one, the little boy cheers, laughing proudly with each jump. “more, hyung! make more!”
the hades boy gulps, hands moving in panic as he tries to keep up with the child who’s now jumping to each platform right as they’ve been formed. riki didn’t use his geokinesis often; evident in how slow it took him to develop each new rock. “h-hey kid, slow down! i can’t—“
it was too late; mingyu’s already jumped into the open air, expecting riki to place a rock beneath him, only to find nothing as he falls all the way down to the ground. immediately, the little boy bursts into tears, staring down at his legs that were painfully scratched up and bleeding.
“shit,” riki curses, rushing over to kneel before the younger. “hey, it’s alright gyu, i’ll take you to the medical cabin right now, okay?”
the walk to the meds was one full of terrible, heart wrenching guilt; riki having to carry the poor boy bridal style with tears and blood still running down his skin. right as he was about to open the cabin door, you had already pulled it open.
riki’s heart nearly began thumping out of his chest. he’d interacted with you a couple times here and there, always noticing little, endearing details about you, like the way you sometimes hit the person next to you from you laughing too hard, or how your tongue would poke out of your cheek whenever you were frustrated. he found you charming, it was unfortunate he’d be meeting you again in such a way. “y/n—“
“riki!” you scold, quickly taking mingyu from his hold, “what the hell did you do?!”
he gulps, quickly following you as you set the hermes boy down on the closest bed. you were rushing around the room in a hurry, picking a few wipes to clean the child’s wounds. “i- we were playing around, and then he fell! it was an accident though, i promise!”
riki was only feeling more guilty about the fact that he’d nearly forgot about mingyu’s injuries; much too busy admiring you despite the glare you send his way while you wipe up the boy’s blood.
“i’ll deal with you later,” you sigh, throwing the wipe into the trash. like a switch, your expression morphs into one of gentleness as you smile down at mingyu comfortingly. “okay baby, this is going to feel a bit strange, but just focus on me, okay?”
he sniffles, closing his own eyes nervously. “mkay, noona.”
“so mingyu, what’s your favourite animal?”
“umm.. i like tigers..” while he’s distracted you take a deep breath, muttering something as you place your hands over his scrapes. “but.. but i also like lions..” riki just watches in amazement, lips parted as the injuries begin to miraculously close up. mingyu is too busy talking about lions, hands fidgeting with each other anxiously.
suddenly, you open your eyes with a big smile, “look at that, you’re all better!”
riki isn’t fully aware of what happens after that, all he knows is that he is absolutely, undoubtedly in love with you. he faintly sees mingyu spring up from the bed happily, giving you a big, grateful kiss on the cheek.
his dad wouldn’t mind him going for an apollo kid, right?
i’m sorry if things are unnacurate, again i dont know much about percy jackson <\3 this was super fun anyway sjnddjn i hope i did ur idea justice anonnieee >:)
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You're Hurt, Let Me Help | T. Zegras
pairing: Trevor Zegras x f!reader
word count: 2.1k
summary: After being hired by the ducks at the teams medic, everyone but Trevor loves you. No way knowing why Trevor had never liked you, until Jamie figured it out and Trevor gets hurt in a game.
warnings: small injuries?
requested: no
not my gif!
Ever since you’d been hired to work as a medic on the ducks, Trevor hated you. He would actively avoid you, if he got hurt? He’d find the other medic, if they weren’t working? He’d lie through his teeth, say he was fine even if anyone could see he was in pain.
There was never a clear reason why he hated you, you’d always try to be nice to him, just like with everyone else. Yet he still didn’t like you. It confused the entire team, you were so nice to all of them and you were gorgeous to all of them too, so why did Trevor hate you? No one knew, not even Jamie.
You were in your office, filing some leftover paperwork you’d found, practice happening in the rest of the arena. Soft music was playing in the room while you tidied around, just killing time, until your peaceful cleaning was broken by a knock on your office door.
“Come in.” you yelled to whoever was on the other side, that person being Jamie Drysdale.
You looked up to see him enter, greeting him with a “Hi Jamie” and a smile.
“I need to talk to you.”
“Okay, what’s up Jaim?” using the nickname you’d always used for him, since meeting him.
“Trevor, he’s ugh I don’t know,” he ran a hand through his hair while you stared back at him “I don’t want you to take this wrong at all because we all love you and never want you to leave, but Trevor since you’ve gotten here, I don’t even know how to say it. It’s like he’s completely different. He stopped telling me everything when you showed up and know he’s fighting more in practice. And I don’t know-”
Jamie was cut off by the loud slamming of a door and the storming towards your office. Jamie looked almost terrified, you probably looked the same.
The door opened quickly, pent up aggression being released on the door. It hit the wall, making a loud sound causing you and Jamie to flinch. Trevor’s eyes were dark, not looking at anyone.
“Jamie, let’s go.” There was no asking tone in his voice and a few seconds later, when he finally saw the fear in his best friend's eyes, did he add a “please?” at the end.
Jamie just nodded, waving Trevor to go ahead while he bid goodbye to you.
“What happened?” the first words out of Jamie’s mouth when he walked into the locker rooms to see Trevor packing all his gear away.
“They kicked me from practice.” Trevor was very dry with his words, not going into detail about why.
Jamie knew he’d need to know at some point, they don’t just kick you for nothing, but he’d find out when Trevor had cooled down a bit more. So he just nodded at Trevor, leading them out to the car to drive them home.
An hour had passed since arriving home, Trevor seemingly more calm now, just watching tv now.
“So care to tell me what got you kicked?”
Trevor whipped his head to glare at Jamie. Trevor opened his mouth but was cut off by Jamie.
“Don’t speak if you're going to get mad.” Trevor knew Jamie didn’t like him getting mad especially with nowhere to take out his anger right now if he did.
So he took a breath, tried to stay as calm as possible, and tried to explain everything to Jamie. Everything he’d been keeping a secret, bottled up inside for months.
“Some of the guys, they were talking about intentionally getting hurt and shit to go see Y/n, but they were saying disgusting shit about her! Like how good she looked in the little black dress she wore to dux in tux and worse and I couldn’t take it so I snapped. They shouldn’t talk about her like that, she’s so nice, it’s fucked up.” his rant continued on, majorly talking about you.
When he did stop to breathe a bit Jamie was quick to put his two cents in, with the new conclusion he’d drawn.
“You’re in love with her.”
That shocked Trevor, knocked the air out of him, shocked. Trevor choked on air when Jamie said that, coughing after.
“No I am not.”
“Ohh dude you so are!”
Trevor didn’t answer, he didn’t need to. He wouldn’t admit it to himself that he fell for the team’s medic, but clearly Jamie would tell it to him. He didn’t say anything else that night, just walked to his room and laid there for hours. He slept, maybe, 4 hours, and that was a struggle. His mind was racing, filled with thoughts of you, if he was in love with you, how could Jamie tell? fuck, what did Jamie know, he’s not in love with you. That’s what he told himself all night, yet when he fell asleep you haunted his dream, kissing him in his dreams, teasing him. Those were the dreams Trevor woke up in a panic from, freaking out about how he was dreaming about you, how he hates you. freaking out because if he hates you, why is he dreaming about kissing you?
He’d made it through the rest of practices before the game without being kicked out, a little thing but he was happy.
“Yeah i had to go see Y/n after Trevor’s little tantrum, she asked what happened i just told her he went psycho. She didn’t laugh or anything, she seemed tense.”
Trevor was eavesdropping he’d admit but hearing that you were tense talking about him, it sparked a little something in him that thought maybe you cared about him. Despite him being such a dick. Oh God he’s fucked up, he was an absolute asshole to the sweetest girl he’d ever met, he had no chance with her, so fuck it why be nice now. He still hated her.
Your office was peaceful today, no storming, no one knocking, no random paperwork left on your desk. You had your music on quietly, humming along, waiting for someone to come in like you inevitably knew they would.
And they did, they being Jamie.
“Hey Jam.”
“Hi Y/n/n.” he greeted back with a smile. “So I've got some updates on Trevor.”
“Jamie, why are you giving me updates on trevor?” The confusion and slight annoyance in your voice evident.
“Because he’s in love with you.” He said it so casually you almost choked on the water you had been taking a sip of.
“What the fuck Jamie, no he is not.”
Jamie laughed a little.
“That’s what he said too, but I can read him like an open book by now, he’s so in love with you. You know he got in that scrap at the other practice because some guys weren’t talking so lovely about you?”
You took a minute, absorbing the information. No fucking way did he love you, Jamie had to be wrong.
“No. Thanks Jamie for this information. I’ll message you if I ever need drama again.” and with that you shooed him out of your office.
The next game was an aggressive one, you couldn’t count how many people were slammed into the boards that night. But one particularly aggressive hit caught your attention right before it happened, you knew it’d be bad. Yet it was worse than you imagined, the opposing team's player slammed Trevor into the boards, having him at a horrible angle, Trevor went down fast, grabbing his arm. The whistles were blown and Trevor was helped off the ice, being practically dragged to your office.
When he did show up in your office he tried to leave, as soon as the others who brought him here left he was up and saying he was fine, he needed to go back and play more.
“Trevor, you're hurt, let me help you.”
The gentle tone of your voice made him want to melt right there, your voice was so calming it made sense why everyone trusted you. So before he’d collapse of pain or the mix of pain and you voice, he sat back down.
You walked up to him, he stayed still for once.
“Are you okay if I touch your arm?” he nodded, letting you reach out to find what happened.
When Trevor winces you immediately pull your hands away, making sure he was okay before continuing.
“So it seems like you might’ve fractured a bone, dislocated your shoulder, and your elbow.”
“Fuck” he just mumbled quietly under his breath.
“Trev, I think you should go to the hospital. I know I can make you and I know you hate me but please, I can fix the dislocated shoulder and elbow but the fracture. I don’t have the right things to fix that and I don't even know if you fractured anything, it’s hard to tell without an x-ray.”
Your voice was like music to his ears, and the way his nickname rolled off your tongue had him weak.
“Can you fix the dislocated parts then I'll go?”
You nodded warning him it’d probably hurt. He knew it would and he knew that if they did this at the hospital they might’ve given him something for the pain but he wanted more time. So he dealt with the pain the best he could, his hands gripping the first thing he could reach, it wasn’t long but damn did it hurt.
“You're all done, now please Trev, go to the hospital.” It sounded like a slight beg.
“I’m sorry.” was all he said, leaving you confused.
“What?”
“I’m sorry, I’ve been a dick to you and you’ve done anything but be nice to me.”
“Trev, it’s okay-” he was not okay with you just pushing it off.
“No it’s not, I should've just manned up and admitted it to myself.” that left you almost more confused than when he started.
“What’re you talking about?”
He didn’t answer, staying looking at the ground before rising from where he was sitting, he walked over to you, his hand rising to cup your cheek.
He knew he didn’t absolutely fuck up when you leaned into his touch, but that didn’t help his nerves.
“I think i love you.” he was barely above a whisper, had you not been right in front of him you would’ve never heard him. You felt a smile grow on your face, letting your eyes meet trevors. He looked terrified, he looked like he was prepared for you to punch him or yell at him.
Yet you did neither, somehow shocking him by leaning up to kiss him.
He wrapped his free arm around your face, your arms wrapping around his neck.
“I think i love you too” you said when you pulled away for air, making a smile grow on his face.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah” you pecked his lips once more before placing your hand against his chest when tried to lean in for more. “No no, you’ve got to go to a hospital, you said you would.”
“I’ll go, if you come with me?” those damn puppy eyes made you want to say yes immediately but you were at work, until the game ends you can’t leave.
“Trev, I can't right now. I'm still working.”
“No you're not.” He was so proud of that statement, he noticed a couple minutes ago the game ended. Sure enough turning around the final score flashed on the screen and just the reporters were left talking. Looking back at him he had the biggest smile on his face.
“My car or yours?” you asked, giggling slightly.
“Yours, I’ll message Jamie to drive mine home.”
You nodded, moving away from him while he messaged his roommate to gather your things.
So that night was spent driving Trevor to the hospital, waiting with him in the hospital, learning he did fracture something but it wasn’t major and would heal on its own, and him begging for you to stay the night with him. He even offered to kick Jamie out for the night. You did not approve of that offer.
Trevor ended up going home with you, stopping by his place to check Jamie had made it home safely and to grab his clothes. He told Jamie what happened before running out the door with his things into your vehicle, and finally you two passed out with each other. Trevor’s hands never left you the entire night, and he’d never say it yet but the sight of you wearing his t-shirt made him want to do anything you’d ever ask of him.
He’d later take you out on two dates before asking you to be his official girlfriend, with you saying yes in a heartbeat. Jamie did still love to gloat about being right from time to time but he was happy his best friend was happy.
#trevor zegras x reader#trevor zegras#trevor zegras fic#anahiem ducks#nhl imagine#nhl one shot#mads writings!#trevor zegras one shot
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Hi! I was wondering if you could write about the M6 having baby fever? It can be nsfw and or sfw, I don't really care! Thank you!
Hi, my fellow julianist-smutter! As before, I'll randomly pick the spicy level for each character and write them in whatever-my-mind-blurts-out-first-order. The adult themes will be on a properly flagged reblog!
Key: ◇Random/cute/funny stuff; ♡romanticism/physical affection/teasing; ♧light smut&fluff; ♤hic sunt DONGS, minors def nope out
~♡~
[F!reader]
Portia keeps getting home late without any reasonable explanation. When pressed she blurts ovious lies, so you start to grow suspicious, then jealous. One day it gets the best of you, and you decide to follow her...
...up until the magic shop?! Is she...? And Asra??? You hear them talking quietly, so you sneak in from the backdoor. Portia seems... distressed? Hopeful...? Asra is explaining something complex from a big, old book.
Days later you get that book with an excuse, and magic helps you find the page they were looking at. The spell seems very complicated. Some kind of ritual that involves two women, a man, some fresh rainwater and nine full moon cyc...
Oh.
Oh.
Blood flushes to your face and somewhere else. You slam the book shut in embarrassment, and put it back. You're not sure about how to talk with Portia, for your hart is full of a warmth your words can't express.
You decide to let her be the one talking about it, when she'll feel ready.
~♡~
Nadia keeps pulling out pictures of when she was young, talking about all of her fondest childhood memories and how blessed is an home full of children.
She gets you to se Pepi's new litter, and you see her melt internally as she holds one of the tiniest fluffy balls.
One day you find her and Natiqua with Nadia's nephew. They've come to visit even though she went to see the newborn just few weeks ago. With an excuse, Natiqua hands you the little one, who grabs your hair and doesn't let go. The sisters laugh, whispering something in Pakran. God where's Julian when you need him.
One day she gifts you a beautiful calendar. It's gilded in gold and powered lapis, with beautiful illustrations of the two of you each month. Some days are marked. This time Julian's around, and bursts out laughing when he recognizes a fertility pattern.
Looks like you're gonna do this.
Lucio is super happy. He's always wanted to be the cool uncle.
Little does he know, Noddy has a comprehensive list of what games, tales and shenanigans will and won't be allowed.
~♧~
You and Lucio have a pregnancy scare. He panics, cries that he's too cool and young to be a dad (he's not, he's 40). Disappears hunting in the woods for a week.
He must have met his mother, because when he comes back at the Palace his left cheek is red and swollen.
Thank the gods it was just a scare.
The days after, Lucio starts to act weird. You caught him staring at you with a dumb dreamy smile.
He tells you he bought new animals from the red market. You're expecting crocpdiles, but fing wourself surrounded by hundreds of the cutest ducklings you've ever saw.
Mercedes, Melchior and Pepi are -burp- very happy of this.
You spend two days consoling Lucio.
Then he brings home ten "kittens".
They're tiger cubs.
Mercedes and Melchior happy.
Pepi very not happy.
Nadia and Portia extremely not happy.
When he arrives with a baby dolphin to substitute the vampire eels, Nadia snaps and tell him to go make a baby already if he so wants small things around him
That evening, you enter your room to find him laying on your bed, rose petals all around you, magical windchimes dangling over the bed.
"It MUST BE a great idea, Noddy had it!"
~♧~
Asra is the one who doesn't realize he has baby fever. Everyone else knows he has it, everyone is lowkey laughing about it, but god fkrbjd someone makes him notice.
You are now subscribed to detailed reports of Asra's paternity dreams. He goes on and on describing the beautiful white haired baby he dreamt, they were sleeping on his chest, with a cute pijama with small red foxes embroided on it. Each day he adds new details.
Every morning you wake up to a different, exotic breakfast in bed. "I figure you wanted chestnuts with spiderhoney" "I got you yak salty milk with spices!" "Hey, I brought you the deer horn flour sourdough you asked me for... what do you mean you didn't asked me for it? I deamed you were craving it?! Again?"
He's also all over you, night and day. If it was for him, you'd never leave the magic shop.
He takes every chance he gets to hug your belly. Now you're both used to him falling dead asleep there after going down on you. Sometimes he gives tiny kisses on your belly as he sleeps, and you smile while passing your fingers through his hair.
When you finally confronts him about it, he blushes violently and denies everything.
"So, if I told you you can take me now and do as you please, hre on the shop's counter without even locking the door, you wouldn't do it?"
He does it.
~♢~
Julian has worked with quite a number of babies, lately. Thanks to Nadia, now people eat better and are healthier, so they enjoy their life -and Vesuvia's nightlife- way more. This lead to a massive wedding season, and for the first time in his life the women and men who send for Julian night and day aren't lovers (or scorned spouses), but anxious parents of chubby newborns.
It's a lot of work, but for the first time in forever he's strangely not complaining about it. The doctor sleeps very little, but has a constant dumb grin. He is also very confused.
Tired like, he told Asra to "Open wide the mouth, vessel's coming!" while going in with a tongue depressor to take a look at his sore throat.
Mouth free, Asra winked.
"As big as I remember you Jules, maybe vessel IS an exaggeration"
Julian's house is now full on tiny gifts from the babies (and their parents): handprints on canvas, first drawings (he SWEARS that black spot behind red scribbles is his eye-patch), even a little elephant doll a two year old was adamant about giving him.
"I'll put it aside for when he'll want it back, I'm positive it will happen"). You could SWEAR though, that there's a note of horror in his voice when he says so.
As usual, the nsfw ones will be in THIS reblog :)
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Moments in Domesticity HC
Joel Miller x Feral Reader x Ellie
The Last of Us (Show/Game)
Feral Reader Masterlist
Anon Requests:
--“I'm loving all the domestic joel x red x Ellie content. So can we get an insight into how red and joel deal with ellies mood swings? I feel like after settling into Jackson, she will ease into teenage normalcy. I can see red trying to be helpful but just ends up in sleeping in the stables 💀💀💀“
--“Have you thought of red and joel and ellie in jackson 5 years later? like just domestic stuff. they’re all integrated and jackson has been their home for awhile...”
--“I NEED to know how Joel would feel/act if red actually left them to go back to the wild, maybe in a jealous fit or something else. I’m begging u”
Here’s a long list of different moments! I’ll be touching on stuff that happens after the first couple of years in a different fic, but these touch on stuff that don’t need full fics!
Despite Joel’s concerns, Ellie does make friends though it takes a while. The older kids are only required to go to a few classes a day and then have various jobs they’re suppose to do and she does bond with some of the other teens who think she’s cool. She’s different and when she tells them she’s killed Clickers and survived a Bloater, it cements her as a bad ass amongst them.
Ellie is quiet those first few weeks. They don’t push it but it’s the start of Red leaving little trinkets for her. A lava lamp she found, posters and books and sketch supplies.
Red knows that Ellie is suspicious of the story Joel told her. Sometimes when the girl pokes, tentatively asks her about the hospital, she glosses over it. Says that she had been knocked out and didn’t come to until the “raiders” were attacking and she helped Joel fight their way out. They just had to get Ellie out. The truth is in there, under the blurry faux details, and it makes it easier to lie.
There will be a day where she knows Ellie will push for the truth and all she can do is prepare for it.
Defending Red helps draw Ellie out of her shell. That protective streak over both of them. More than trinkets and Joel trying to use board games and small tokens of the past, Ellie’s need to feel useful and protective is what does the trick.
Spending time in Jackson with the animals and food and all the new helps as well.
Jesse is older and has taken more of a leadership position over the teens and it helps that when he’s on patrol and Joel is in the group, the older man gives him pointers. Joel notices sometimes how he stares at Ellie and keeps an eye on the boy.
He ribs Ellie about it over the next year or so until it’s broken to him that it’s not boys his kid is into, but girls. Which makes him suspicious of every teenage girl that was ever over in his house.
Joel finds his footing easier than them both. He becomes a valuable member of the patrols and goes back to helping with construction, the skills coming back easily. Though sometimes it’s hard watching Tommy have the life he thought he would have. Married with a baby on the way. His little brother is now the one in charge though he still can’t measure the 2x4′s worth shit and sometimes is dumb as bricks. It hurts but he’s proud of him.
It helps when he comes back home and Ellie is complaining about dumb homework at the table and Red is sitting on the countertop in the kitchen, trying to read the faded instructions on the pasta box. He’s needed in other ways.
There are mornings where Joel and Red get to sleep in. Those are usually the mornings where she is woken up by the slight push of the door opening and then a heavy pouncing on top of her before getting covered in slobber. Joel grunts and curses, covering his face with the comforter and Red tries to duck away from dog breath as Ellie cusses out, “Oh shit, Bowie no! Shit shit, sorry!”
“Ellie, what the hell did we say about bringing the dogs in?” He’s not as angry as he wants it to be, just annoyed as the heavy 80lb dog jumps around on the bed then flops down in between them like a second child. Bowie grins, trying to lick Joel, leash still attached.
“I was just walking him and forgot something in my room and needed to come inside real quick to get it but then he looked like he wanted some water and-”
Red only chuckles and whistles before signaling the dog off the bed, Bowie doing so immediately.
Waking up to dog kisses isn’t the worst. It happens more times than they can count, especially when Ellie is walking the puppies.
Swimming lessons start once the weather warms up. Tommy joins them to show where their usual swimming spot is. Him and Red sit a little higher up on a ridge edge and watch as Joel tries to show Ellie how to move her arms and feet. She clings to him like a toddler even though the water isn’t that deep and sometimes he has to support her stomach to keep her afloat while she gets it.
Tommy makes jokes from above at Joel’s expense, grinning at the comfort of hanging out with his brother and his kid again. That is until Red shoves him off the ridge and he hits the water face first.
If he still wasn’t slightly terrified of her, he’d splash her back.
There are progressive steps forward and some steps back. Joel and Ellie argue, both pushing and testing their boundaries with each other. Red and Joel fight, one not use to people caring about her and the other sometimes too protective. Ellie and Red fight, one desperately clinging to the other in fear of being left and the other worried the closeness will only hurt her. No one knows how to properly handle their emotions.
They always make up. A tentative offer to take Ellie out to practice shooting the rifle. Joel trailing his fingers through Red’s loose hair, kissing the crown of her head softly. A book of pressed flowers given on the porch, the book Red has been keeping in her bag for years. The first pages are her journal from the beginning of the Outbreak before it stops. All peace offerings.
Joel is a helicopter parent. When Ellie begins group patrols, he knows exactly who is leading the group and interrogates them after to make sure nothing went wrong and she is doing what she’s supposed to. He knows when she starts hanging out with new friends, like Jesse and Dina and Cat. Ellie is starting to go full-teenager so he tries not to let her know he’s doing it.
Red catches Ellie making out with her first girlfriend Mia in her room. She doesn’t know what to do, only freezes and backs away slowly then walks back down the stairs. She doesn’t tell Joel.
When Ellie starts going over to friends houses, staying over often or going to hangouts, they relish in having their own space for the first time in a long while. Joel has every intention of fucking Red against every surface and wall, but only manages the couch before someone knocks on the front door. Tommy thinks Joel is going to shoot him for even asking if he can do a night patrol. Red may well murder him if Joel doesn’t.
Joel knows he has to take his time with Red, but patience isn’t a strong suit of his. He missteps a lot, tripping on invisible landmines. Her parents. Her sister. Harry. Those years after the Outbreak but before he met her. She freezes up sometimes and he knows the landmine has gone up in his face.
But she sometimes she drops fragments. Mentions that her father died in the initial chaos though there is nothing sad in her voice. Her mother’s is always mentioned in disdain. That things between her and Harry had been complicated in the year or so before the Outbreak. That things were tense with her family. The way she clams up when asked if she was with a group is it’s own hint. He doesn’t push, can only apologize and soothe the shrapnel damage of his mistake.
There are days when Ellie is just in a mood. She’s snappy, easily irritable, gets sent home early from work duty for behavior (which in turn means Joel gets after her) leading to her being a ball of teenage rage at everyone. Red stays in the kennels those days because it’s easier dealing with a group of dogs than an angry teenager. Jamie, the head vet she sometimes works with, says it’s all part of raising a teenager.
They skip the monthly Jackson gatherings often as their time in town stretches on, though Tommy does bug them to go and actually be a part of the community. Red isn’t keen, especially after her dress experience with Maria, but Joel makes sure to stay at her side every time after. He doesn’t admit that he doesn’t mind going if only because he gets to stand with her, his arms around her waist and swaying slightly to the music, and making sure every man in town knows she’s his.
He doesn’t remember how the conversation leads to Red at the construction site. They’re working and the mention of her name comes up then her last name and instinctively, without thinking, Joel mentions it’s Miller. He can see Tommy’s head whip towards him, but neither of them say anything.
When Joel finally fixes the guitar, he plays for them. His heart is in his throat but he tries to play it off as casually as he can. Ellie’s been in a mood and thank god, he sees her loosen up afterwards. He promises to start teaching her and once a week they have guitar lessons on the porch. Those are Red’s favorite nights.
They’re having family dinner at Tommy’s one evening when Maria asks teasingly if she needs to get Red some birth control. She freezes and it’s like she’s a trapped animal, breath shaky and panic in her eyes, before biting out a simple, “No.” It’s a little awkward and they try to play it off, moving on. That night he can see the nail gouges in her thighs from her own hands. Joel doesn’t know the full story, but knows her inability to have kids isn’t a natural occurrence. He’s seen the ugly scar on her lower abdomen enough times.
Outbreak day is a bad day for everyone. The streets are quiet, everyone’s faces drawn. The town hosts a yearly memorial to honor the day and world they lost, but they don’t go. It’s the first year Joel doesn’t drink himself dumb if only because he doesn’t want to freak Ellie out. The teenager doesn’t have a tie to the day, being born long after. But she knows about Sarah and knows both her parental figures faced something horrific. So she does what any kid does and tries to lighten the mood. They play every board game in the house and Ellie picks the best puns and gently asks what Sarah’s favorite things were. It helps a little.
Some nights they get more bits of the lighter Red. They play the record player constantly but some days, the days when maybe one of them finds a new couple of vinyls, they’ll have a night where they each take turns playing their favorite. Red and Joel will drink a bit (and maybe let Ellie have some) and the teenager will grab Red’s hands and force her to dance with her. Joel soaks in the sound of their laughter and it’s like Red is so many years younger. He takes turns with each other them, spinning Ellie around and teaching her to two-step and dancing with his partner to the slower songs. He loves her through rage and violence, but he is at her mercy when she lets him have the fragile bits of herself underneath it all.
Once upon a time, giving someone that kind of control over him would have terrified him but he hands himself over willingly to her now .
Ellie’s first birthday in Jackson is small but they’re still getting use to things. No one knows the exact day she was born, but she knows the day that was on her papers in FEDRA school so they go with that. Joel gets food from the Food Hall and Red tries very very hard to follow a brownie recipe from one of the ladies in the shop. Joel plays her something on the guitar and, in true to them fashion, her gifts are a new revolver, another pun book (though unfortunately not by Wil Livingston) and the news that Brownie the puppy is hers to keep in the kennels.
Red sings for them for the first time that night.
Joel makes plans for a bigger birthday next year.
Danger still exists. It never goes away and Joel wonders if he doesn’t want it to, really. There’s still a thrill when his brother grabs them both to deal with raiders. Seeing that sharpness in Red come alive and the lack of hesitation as she pulls the trigger or draws her bow. The baring of her teeth when she stabs her knife.
He’s seen her tear through a whole group to save him during a patrol. Seen her rip out a man’s throat with her teeth to get to him when they had him trapped. Joel wonders at the broken part of him that enjoys it, seeing her covered in blood and completely feral and knowing it was all for him.
Every time after, clean or tinged red, he loses himself and fucks her so hard his name is a chorus from her lips and there are gouges down his back from her nails. They were still monsters deep down but it didn’t feel like such an awful thing anymore.
It’s roughly a year and a half later when Ellie comes home with a large bandage on arm. Red is the one to see it first and after being assured she wasn’t injured, the outline of a large tattoo is unveiled, covering the bite there.
She gets it, gets the fear of Ellie having to hide her arm because they’re afraid someone will shoot their kid. But seeing the tattoo churns something in her gut because it means Ellie’s letting go of that part of her identity as “the immune girl”. And while it should mean something good, that she was moving on, she knows hidden rage when she sees it and it’s deep in the teenage girl. It’s less a letting go and more the identity being ripped away from her.
It takes a bit to calm Joel down. He knows it was Ellie’s friend Cat that did the tattoo and the dad part of him rears up, telling her he doesn’t like her hanging out with that girl. It’s fear, they all know it, because the tattoo also means she showed Cat her arm.
It’s a rough week. Ellie moves into the converted garage behind the house.
Red feels unequipped to handle Joel’s fear and Ellie’s rage and all she can do is be there for both. She helps Ellie to decorate the garage, the same as when they first moved into the house, silently there at her side. At night, she prods and pushes Joel until he takes his emotions out on her with bruising fingers and rough kisses. Violence and sex are a comfort she knows well.
Joel and Ellie make up in their own awkward tentative way. Reminders about guitar lessons and dinner plans, requests to help fix the door and some of the walls in the garage. Red wonders if raising a teenager is like this for everyone.
Red goes missing for two days. Both of them panic and raise hell, searching everywhere for her. Ellie’s never seen Joel so out of control. He interrogates every patrolman at the gate roughly and it takes Tommy intervening to keep him from beating the shit out of a few.
She checked out a horse and left, her bag missing from the first floor room. Ellie feels a knot in her throat and her mind plays on repeat “everyone always leaves” but Joel is pushing her bag into her hands and they off to the stables. Tommy and Maria don’t try to stop them. Red’s already been gone a whole day.
They search for her beyond the walls, calling out for her and checking their usual spots. The worst comes to mind of her getting hurt, getting taken by raiders, getting bit by infected. Because in Joel’s mind, Red would never willingly up and leave without a word. He can’t let that possibility sink in. Even if she did, he’d find her and drag her back to him.
They find her that evening.
Her eyes are puffy and red and there are scratches all over her arms and hands. They look self-inflicted. She looks as wild as the first day they met her, huddled at the base of a large tree and hair all over the place. Joel approaches her cautiously, like he knows to when she’s more animal than woman, but it’s Ellie that goes straight up to her and hugs her around her waist without hesitating. Because she knows why.
The book of pressed flowers Red had given her had journal entries that stopped right before the flowers began. The last entry had a date and the words “me, Harry, and Annie are going on a run tomorrow” in it and Ellie knows.
Like a wounded animal, Red tried to hide her pain. The nightmares and the screams and the sounds in her head became too much and she had to get away. Sometimes all she could hear was her sister’s screams. But they dim in Ellie’s embrace and she lets herself come to the surface enough to hug her back and then lean into Joel when he joins them, kissing her head and holding them tightly.
They'd always find her and protect her when she needed to shatter.
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I'll Carry Your Heart with Me (Until I Find You Again): Part 2
This time we switch to Danny's POV. 2.4k words long.
There's been a bit of a time skip and their friendship has only grown with time.
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“Mr. Fenton!” and a smack on his desk caused Danny to jump. He hadn’t even realized he’d been staring out the window.
“Sorry, Mr. Lancer. Did you ask something?”
“Your grades may have improved over these last few months, but that does not give you leave to daydream in my class. I expect you to pay attention. Now, why don’t you explain what the repetition of ‘Brutus in an honorable man’ in Marc Antony’s soliloquy at Caesar’s funeral means.”
Jason had done such a good job reading that speech that Danny actually thought he could repeat it from memory. “Oh, it’s done sarcastically. To indicate he’s anything but.”
“Hmm. Very good. I hope you can keep up this new studious attitude of yours.”
Danny’s leg bounced as the rest of the class seemed to pass so slowly. As soon as he got home, he wanted to visit Jason again. His friend’s tutelage had helped not only his grades but also his fights. Who knew formal training could have such an affect? Well, he needed to pay him back.
It took all of Danny’s focus to not let his eyes drift out the window again, but he barely heard a word Mr. Lancer said as class dragged on.
And finally the bell rang, signaling the end of the day.
Danny shoved his binder in his backpack and rushed out the door without even waiting for Sam and Tucker.
He was moving as fast as possible without actually running in the halls to switch things out in his locker. It was there Sam and Tucker caught up to him.
“What’s got you in such a rush today?” asked Sam.
Danny flushed. “I’m meeting Jason today. Taking him to Ghost Writer’s lair. He’ll love the library and Ghost Writer said it’d be okay so long as I don’t so much as touch a single piece of paper or even breathe too hard on anything.”
“Dude, how’d you get him to agree to that? Ghost Writer hates you!”
Not wanting to admit how long he’d spent groveling, Danny shrugged. “I apologized to him and emphasized how much Jason loved books and writing.”
“Woah, the Danny Fenton apologized to someone? Is the world ending?”
“Shut up, Sam. I’m not that bad.”
“You kinda are, dude,” commented Tucker.
“Pot, meet kettle.” Sam flicked the back of both their heads.
“Now that pick-on-Danny time is over, I need to go!”
Tucker grinned and said, “We want all the details on your date soon as you get back!”
“Yeah, yeah.” Danny waved them off as he half-jogged out of the building. He pulled out his phone to text Jazz.
Danny: Did you get mom and dad out of the house?
Jazz: Yep.
Jazz: They’re coming to the school for a parent-teacher conference
Danny: Thanks!
Danny: You’re a life saver!
Jazz: Have fun on your date
Danny: How many times do I have to tell you!
Danny: Not. A. Date.
Running was too slow. Danny ducked out of sight of the road and let the coolness of his transformation wash over him before flying home. So much faster.
And sure enough, when he reached home, the GAV was nowhere to be seen. With a sigh of relief, he phased through the walls right to the lab and through the portal. Even in the ever changing realms, Danny knew the path to Jason’s lair by heart; it’s location shone like a beacon in his awareness.
Something must have been on his side, because he was approaching the island within a few minutes of passing through the portal. From his core, he sent out a greeting. A moment later, he got a return pulse from Jason followed by the ghost himself.
“Jay!” Danny trilled a greeting.
“Hey there, human-boy. Ready to have your ass kicked?” Jason grinned and tossed an ectoblast his way.
Danny laughed and blocked it with ice. “I’ve got a different idea, actually. What would you say to me introducing you to another ghost? I got permission to take you to his lair and you’ll absolutely love it. He may be a bigger book nerd than you.”
Jason hesitated and looked over his shoulder at his lair.
But Danny had anticipated that. Jay was still a young ghost and obviously hesitant to leave his lair. He gave a loud whistle. “Don’t worry so much, a friend of mine will be able to look after your lair for you.”
Before Jason could even ask what he meant, excited barking just barely preceded Cujo jumping onto Danny’s chest and licking his face.
Laughing, Danny asked in baby-talk. “Who’s a good boy, who’s a good boy!” Cujo barked at him.
He’d never introduced Jay to Cujo before and Jay was watching them with a raised eyebrow. “I didn’t know you had a dog.”
“Not my dog, he chose me. But he can protect your lair. Right, Cujo? You’ll protect Jason’s lair? And come get us if something happens you can’t fight off?” Cujo barked and rolled over to show off his belly and Danny rubbed it roughly.
Jay laughed. “No offense, but how good a guard dog is he? He seems too friendly.”
Danny looked up and let his grin turn a bit sharper before moving a bit away from Cujo. “Oh, he’s the best. Cujo, big!” he ordered.
Cujo’s happy yaps turned to menacing growls as he grew to his large form, drool dripping from sharpened teeth.
Jason’s mouth fell open and he stared. “Wow. How common is it for ghosts to be able to change shape like that?”
“No idea. Queen Dora can transform into a dragon. And Bernard can take any shape he wants. Spectra goes from a black shadow to a human-looking middle aged woman. Each is a bit different.”
“Every time I think I get used to this place… Are you sure my lair will be safe with him?”
Cujo transformed back into a puppy and ran to Jason barking, circling him once before licking his face, too.
“Here, I’ll prove it. Cujo! What do you do if someone comes close?”
Cujo’s barking got deep again as he grew in size.
“Good boy! And what do you do if someone attacks who you can’t fight off?”
Cujo shrunk down and ran to Jason and nipped at his clothing, trying to drag him towards the island.
Jason grinned. “You are a good boy, aren’t you? Keep it safe for me? We won’t be gone too long.” Though after saying that, he did look up at Danny as if to confirm.
“You’ll wish we were staying longer when you see the place. Jazz knows where I am and can distract my parents for tonight. But I do have to get back and sleep and show my face at some point.”
“Got it.” Jason turned his back to Danny to look over his lair. “Then I think I’m good to go. Should I bring anything?”
“Nah, you’re fine just as you are. Now, come on! We don’t want to waste any time!”
Jason turned back to face him and as he did, his outfit transformed once more into his Robin uniform. His flaming hair matched the uniform perfectly. “Okay, I’m ready. Let’s go.”
Danny smirked. “Let’s see how well you can keep up.” Without waiting an instant more, he flew off. Not at his top speed, but still quite fast. He laughed as Jason cursed him and did his best to keep up.
The Zone must have been in a good mood today because it didn’t take them long to get to Ghost Writer’s lair. Danny paused before crossing the border and flared his aura to announce his and Jason’s approach. Jason copied the gesture a moment later.
Around them, the very air seemed to grow heavy. It felt like someone was looking right through them and examining their very souls. Next to him, Danny could sense Jason tense as he crouched into a defensive stance.
“Calm down, Jay. He’s just checking us out before letting us into his lair.” By the time he’d finished speaking, the heaviness lifted and a sense of Welcome washed over them. The door to the library swung open.
Without waiting for Jay to ask what was going on, Danny grabbed his hand and pulled him into the building where Ghost Writer was waiting just past the doorway.
“So you must be the young Jason that Danny”—his lip curled just a bit as he said Danny’s name and Danny tried not to flinch—“told me so much about. Welcome. I am Ghost Writer.”
Danny looked over to Jason to see what he thought. Jason was staring past Ghost Writer with his mouth wide open. His clothing had transformed back into his civvies and his hair was a burning white inferno on top of his head. Something must have penetrated his brain because he gave himself a little shake. His eyes met Danny’s briefly and Danny had to stifle a laugh at how wide and shocked they look.
But then he fixed his attention on Ghost Writer. “This is your lair? It is amazing! I’ve never seen anything like it. How’d you get so many books?”
Danny’s once-enemy smiled at the boy. The expression looked out of place on his face. “Every book ever written ends up in my domain.”
Somehow, Jason’s mouth managed to fall open even further. “Every book? How is that possible?”
“Yes, every book. I’ll give you a tour and explain. But first, the rules for all who enter my domain. You will treat every book with care—”
“Of course!” interrupted Jason who had gone back to staring at the high ceilings and walls covered in bookshelves.
“—the instant you damage a book is the last time you will be allowed to visit,” continued Ghost Writer as if he’d never been interrupted. “You may not remove any books from my domain. Danny is not allowed to touch a book. Nor to look at any too closely nor to breathe too hard near them.”
That finally caught Jason’s attention. “What? Why not?”
“He damaged a book.”
Danny looked down and rubbed the back of his neck, unable to meet Jason’s eyes. He wasn’t proud of his actions that day.
“What? Danny!” scolded Jason.
“Indeed. The only reason he is allowed back here is because he apologized profusely and begged for the chance to take you here. He indicated you have given him a new appreciation for literature which I wish to encourage to keep the rest of my collection safe. Now, follow me and I will show you how to find what you’re looking for.”
Danny tried to pay attention as Ghost Writer showed them around. He really did. But the tour took so long and they traveled through room after room after room. And these were only the books written in English!
Jason didn’t get bored, though. He continued to stare at the walls in wonder, every so often catching Danny’s eyes. Danny liked watching him. Far more interesting than learning which time period or geographical location the current shelves contained.
Finally, after what felt like ages to Danny, the returned to the first room.
“The two of you may stay for three hours. Depending on your behavior, future visits may be longer, shorter, or prohibited.”
“Yes, sir. Thank you, sir. I’ll definitely make the most of it. Your domain is beyond amazing.” Without wasting any more time on pleasantries, Jason grabbed Danny’s hand and pulled him out of the first room through a doorway.
Once they were out of sight, Jason stopped and stared at Danny. He opened and closed his mouth before swallowing as if unsure what to say. They were still holding hands.
Danny laughed self-consciously. “So, do you like it?”
Jason continued to stare at him. “I…” he started. He shook his head, but his eyes were still wide in wonder. Jason bit his lip and then lunged forward. The hand that wasn’t holding his cradled the back of his head as Jason pressed their mouths together hard.
His lips were hot, far hotter than a human’s, but before Danny could react even enough to close his eyes, Jason was pulling away. Danny tightened his grip on his hand to keep him from retreating entirely.
In fact, he took a step closer until scant inches separated them. Moving much more slowly than Jason had, he leaned forward and brushed their lips together softly. Jason twitched, but didn’t pull away, so Danny did it again. Only this time, he didn’t pull away.
Jason’s hand once more found their way to the back of his head. Danny closed his eyes as his lips parted slightly. Jay’s tongue probed, and Danny met it with his own. Deep in his chest, his core pulsed out a message affection, happiness.
Jason replied in kind. Thank you, amazing, disbelief, affection. Kissing a ghost was nothing like kissing a human. The waves of emotion made the connection so much deeper in one way. And even physically, Jason’s mouth was so much warmer than a human’s due to his fire core.
And they didn’t need to stop to breathe. That was fantastic.
However, there time here was limited, so with a pulse of disappointment, Danny pulled away. “We are definitely going to be doing that some more,” Danny said, though he sent out a non-verbal question of you want?, “But you’ve less than three hours here. Make the most of it.”
Jason’s responding pulse of yes, more made Danny grin. Verbally, he added, “Danny… This is… I… Thank you.”
“Of course.” Danny laughed as if it had been easy to set up. “Now go have fun, book nerd.”
Jason tweaked his nose, leaned forward and gave him a quick peck on the lips, and rushed to the nearest bookshelf to see what he could find.
Danny crossed his legs and floated in a sitting position as he watched Jason take down two books and open them both as he examined what was written. “Danny! He has earlier drafts of Bleak House! This is so crazy. I wonder how much Dickens changed from his initial draft to the final printing?”
“Well, looks like now you can find out.”
“I can find out. Holy shit.” Jason sent out another wave of Thank you, affection.
The sentiment warmed Danny up just as much as their physical touch.
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tristan dugray with baby fever
STOOOOOOOP PLEASE PLEASE KEEP GOING
no bc we've already established a LOT about Tristin. he's dedicated. obsessivley so, even. once he HAS you he doesn't get jealous in a petty way as much as in a puffing out his chest birds acting eccentric to defend their turf way. when he gets jealous the pda goes in FULL SWING. he is so shameless and has just a little sprinkle winkle of bull energy. so you would think that his baby fever comes from this obsessive lovey dovey I want everyone to look at you and know you're mine place right???????? not quite. like it does but not till later. Tristin's baby fever is soul crushingly gut punchingly triggered by watching you interact with a little kid. Chilton is a k-12 school, so this probably started late in your senior year. there was some little kid who was new and got horribly lost and ended up in the high school building instead of the kindergarten building. you and Tristin saw her hiding behind a bench and you stopped to help her. Tristin stood nearby, watching the way you crouched down and introduced yourself in a gentle voice, the softness of your demenor to not scare her. you told her you get lost all the time, and it's normal for a new school to feel scary until you get used to it. you smooth her hair and tell her chilton is really fun and the other kids are nice. you tell her how great the cafeteria is and how cool the junglegym is at recess. you offer to help her find her kindergarten room, and Tristin watches with wide eyes and changing brain chemistry as you scoop up this adorable little kid wearing a backpack as big as she is and walk over to him.
"This is my friend Tristin. Tristin, this is Lilly. Do you wanna walk with us to the kindergarten building?"
Lilly tries to say hi but hides shyly as you chuckle. Tristin walks with you two all the way across campus as you two show Lilly all the cool statues and portraits, all the old trophys and class photos along the way. Tristin works his magic, charming giggles and smiles out of Lilly as you two turn a terrible first day into a pretty good one. You each hold one of her hands and swing her along as you finally reach the kindergarten building, smiling and giggling right along with her until she's safely dropped off at her kindergarten room. Mrs. Benning, the teacher, thanks both of you profusely. Before you part ways, you give Lilly a hug and high five for good luck. Mrs. Benning sends ahead a note so neither of you get in trouble for missing class, and I swear to god, Tristin does not stop thinking about it for weeks.
Flash forward a couple years, Tristin is almost out of college and ready to step into the marketing department of the family business, just like his parents and grandparents planned. One day he gets a call from his dad, telling him that his cousin Honor's baby shower is coming up soon, giving him the details of when to be there and what to bring, but he kind of stops listening after that. Honor's having a baby? like, his cousin Honor? the one that's not too much older than you and him? he stares at you sitting on the floor in front of a mirror, doing your makeup and wearing one of his shirts with the coffee he made you at your side, and suddenly he can't stop thinking about a little toddler that looks just like the both of you running over and sitting in your lap while you do your makeup. calling you mama, shaking a rattle or whatever toddlers play with, wearing those little pajamas with the feet on them... and now it's all he can think about. he knows his dad and grandpa have had his life planned out for him since before he was born, he always knew the timeline was graduate, marriage, kids, take over the family business and he really never had like... a resentful "I hate my destiny" phase with it. Up until high school he was very much in the "oh that's years away that doesn't have anything to do with me and my life yet" mindset. then he met you. and now, standing in the doorway of your shared bedroom in your shared apartment watching you get ready, Tristin is overcome with desire. he wants you. he wants a life with you, he wants to hear you say that he's the father of your child. he wants an unbreakable, irreversable bond of every possible kind with you. chemical, social, legal, eveything. he wants to cuff you, to lock you in. he wants to sleep at night knowing that your and his babies, toddlers, kids, are sleeping soundly in their cozy rooms right down the hall, that you get to sleep next to your husband Tristin, the father of your children Tristin. he wants to hear people call you Mrs. Dugray, wants to bump up his old man to a grandpa, prove to his dad how a dad should treat his children. he wants to break the godforsaken generation cycle that always seems to come with the generational wealth, and raise your kids to be loved and happy and secure. and in that moment, he speedran through all the stages of baby fever to stage 4 extreme terminal the baby fever is baby fevering kinda baby fever. god help you, the (surprisingly short) span of time between now and when you get pregnant???? he's going to be more insufferable than ever.
I will be writing more about how insufferable and nightmare and evil /pos tristin is with baby fever just not in this ask cause it's getting too long. send me more excuses to talk about this.
#drabbles#tristin dugray#tristin dugray x reader#tristin dugray drabbles#baby fever#gilmore girls#gilmore girls drabbles#gilmore girls x reader#dad!tristin dugray#tristin with baby fever is a NIGHTMAREEEEEE#AUUUUGHHHHHHH HES SO CHARMING#he's so so so he's so he's he's heeeee'ssssss#“aww look how cute mary... think we could do better?”#AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
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