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ravenslvt · 2 months

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why does your best friend's older brother have to be so hot?? :(((

☆ suna rintarou x fem!reader (pt.1) ☆

cw: smuut! p in v, v fingering, fluffy, lowk sweet, implied virgin reader, unprotected sex.

pt. 2 pt.3 pt.4

you sigh at the empty water bottle on the nightstand. you look over at your best friend, ami. she was fast asleep. you smiled, glad you were able to visit her on your break from university. you were grateful her parents let you stay over while they were out of the country for some sort of work meeting.

back to the important matter, your thirst. you slowly get up, trying not to wake your dark haired bestfriend. grabbing the tin water bottle and tiptoeing downstairs, making sure to close the door to her bedroom quietly on the way out.

you walk through the familiar halls of the house you’ve known since you were young. all the lights were off except the kitchen light.

walking in, you notice your bestfriend’s hot ass older brother, rintarou, leaning against the kitchen island on his phone. he was wearing his usual loose sweatpants, and a tight fitting t-shirt from your old highschool. it used to be loose on him, it was clear he’s been working out more and gained more muscle. his head perks up, he pauses whatever he was watching and speaks.

“hey, didn’t think anyone was still awake.” his voice is low and a little hushed.

you don’t notice the way his eyes go to your attire, small little sleep shorts and a tank top.

you notice he’s heating something up in the microwave as you reach the fridge, unscrewing the cap to your water bottle to refill it. you watch as the bottle slowly fills, talking to him.

“ami fell asleep and i was thirsty. she always passes out so fast” you softly chuckle. she was always the first to fall asleep at sleepovers, even in your childhood. girl was a deep sleeper.

“mmm” he simply hums, returning back to looking at his phone.

you turn back to face him, taking a refreshing sip of water.

“whatcha watchin?” you lean on your elbows against the counter, peering over at him.

your relationship with suna rintarou was…. friendly to say the least. he was only a year older than you and ami, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t have a (fat) crush on him since middle school.

you remembered the exact moment your crush on him had started. you and ami were twelve and rintarou was thirteen. you were at the suna’s family beach house for summer break.

you and ami relaxed in the sun, reading your assigned reading books together and laughing over how dumb you guys thought the plot was.

“seriously, this guy is so lame. he just mopes around and smokes cigarettes all day. dude’s gonna have lung problems” ami rolled her eyes at a certain line of the book.

you giggled and opened your mouth to say something to agree. until a volleyball came flying at you full speed. your eyes widened and you just froze. you two were aware rintarou and some of his friends were playing a game of beach volleyball a few feet away.

you flinched and put your arms up quickly in defense, but never felt impact. you look up to see a teenage rintarou who dived to grab the ball before it hit you.

“you good?” he called your name to get your attention. you just nodded, hiding the flushed state of you face with your book. he made a comment on how he read it in english class last year and if you needed any help on the work, he had your back.

“go away, rin. she doesn’t need your c- average help” his sister retorted as he walked back to his friends. he turned his head to give a small chuckle. you never forgot his smile since then.

back in the present, he takes his eyes off his video for a moment to look back at you.

“my game replays. hey, come watch this and tell me if you think furuhashi fucked us over with this serve” he did a ‘come here’ motion. you were at his side within a moment.

you peered at the phone screen over his shoulder. his phone looked so small compared to his large hands. he replayed the video for you to watch. you focused on the teamate he pointed to and it looked like he did a purposefully bad set, aiming right at the opponents head.

“ouch. seemed like he had personal beef with number eight….” your face scrunched in the way the opponent immediently fell to the floor from such a powerful blow.

“yeah, dude let his emotions get the best of him and got the rest of us in trouble with the ref for it” he shuts his phone off, sighing.

“you have another game next week, right? ami wanted me to go check you guys out.” you grab your bottle from the counter.

taking another sip of water, a small droplet spills past your mouth, down your neck, and disapears into the curve of your breasts. you notice the way his eyes follow the bead of water.

his eyes meet yours. and before he can open his mouth, the microwave beeps loudly. he quickly gets up to take the food out with a quick curse, hoping the obnoxious beeping didn’t wake anyone up.

he takes the steaming plate out of the appliance. you notice he heated up some cold pizza you guys ordered earlier in the night.

your eyes go back to his broad shoulders and arms, down to his large veiny hands. he’d matured a lot more since you’d seen him last.

you caught yourself staring, starting to feel a little awkward. you suddenly start to get a little hot, despite what little clothes you wore. you step away to leave the kitchen. your thoughts ran rampet of his hands. you pictured them touching your hair, your arms, your-

“where are you going?” his eyes are only on you now, his arms leaning against the counter to look at you.

“i- um should probably get back to ami” you gulp.

“why? isn’t she asleep? come hangout with your real favorite suna” he smirks, taking a peice of the hot pizza into his mouth.

you roll your eyes and fake scoff.

“don’t let your sister hear you say that, she might believe it” you cross your arms, eyeing him.

he swallowed, wiping his mouth with a napkin and smiling.

“i mean, it’s the truth. isn’t it?” god he was so cocky today. but you loved it.

“and what makes you think that, rin?” you played along. you step a little closer, this time you lean your elbows on the counter facing him. accidentally giving him a front row view of your cleavage through your thin top.

you see the way his eyes drop to your tits. oh you had him.

“cause, you think i’m cuter” his eyes flicker back to your own. he shrugs casually, a smug smirk on his face. his food now forgotten in his mind. only thing he wanted now was you.

“sure, whatever you want to think.” you sarcastically remark back.

he laughs, circling the kitchen island so now you had nothing between you except about a foot of space.

“oh i don’t have to think it, pretty. i know it” shit, he was getting closer and your heart was only beating faster.

“you’re delusional, rintarou.” you aren’t laughing anymore, smile fading to a more serious demeanor. you were nervous and he could tell.

he smiles, running a calloused finger down your arm. it left a trail of fire down your skin and your breath hitched.

“is that why you’re always staring at me. you think i don’t notice?” his voice is lower now, quieter.

fuck. he knew.

“as if you don’t oogle at me whenever i’m in a swimsuit.” you refuse to look away from his gaze.

he lets out a small chuckle. it was hypnotizing.

“i ‘oogle’ you no matter what you wear” he admits, almost proudly.

you eyes widen for a moment. you try your best to hold it together. his hand played with the ends of your hair. you two had never stood this close before.

you felt the flimsy fabric of your panties start to dampen.

“what’s got you all quiet?” his hand moves from your soft locks to hold your chin, forcing you to look right at him.

“screw you, rin” you retort, flustered. he snorts.

“you’d love that, wouldn’t you?” his face only got closer to yours.

you guys were so close, you had forgotten you weren’t the only two in the house.

“in your dreams-“ you start.

“knock that shit off. admit you want this as bad as i do” he says your name. your faces were now inches apart. his eyebrows furrowed and he just looked so attractive. he was studying your expressions, his eyes never leaving your face.

“rin i-“ you start again. this time his lips hover over yours, ghosting over your own.

“tell me to stop and i’ll go back up to my room and we will never speak of this again.” his hand moves to cup your cheek, his forhead resting on your, giving you a chance to pull away.

but you didn’t want to pull away and he didn’t either.

finally, after what seemed like years of tension, you snapped. going up on your tipy toes to crash your lips on his.

his hands immediately draw to your waist, holding you as close as possible while your hands wrap in his soft dark brown locks.

years of unresolved feelings and tension all poured into one heated kiss.

his hands gripping your waist moves down to your hips, he turns you so your rear is against the counter. how convinient his hips are the perfect height for the kitchen island.

you let out a soft gasp as he bites your bottom lip, he smirks and gently prods his tounge into your mouth, seeking permission first. you lean your head back to let him kiss you deeper.

he was fully addicted to your lips.

he pats your hip and you take it as a sign to hop on the marble counter, he helps you jump up. he slots himself inbetween your thighs, your lips never pulling apart.

“fuck. i can’t believe i haven’t tasted you sooner” he says in between kisses. you giggle at the way he refuses to pull apart from you.

he just grips your waist tighter, his cold hands slipping under the fabric of your tank top. you gasp as he reaches for your bare tits, lifting the fabric to rest above your breasts. you never wore a bra around him. and of course he always noticed.

he gave your perky tits a firm squeeze, you mewl into his mouth as he gently pinches your hardened nipples. his cold fingers adding an extra chill.

rintarou’s hips press gently into yours. you could feel his erection through his pants. you grip his hair tighter at the feeling of his clothed member rubbing against your clothed clit.

you unlatch a hand from his hair and bring it straight to his hardness. he hisses as you rub him through the pants. he could feel a small wet patch forming in his boxers.

“shit, take these off” he hooks his thumbs in the waistband of your sleep shorts, you lift you hips for him to shimmy them down your legs, you didn’t even notice where he put them. you didn’t really care.

you were left in your little lace panties. he gave a lopsided smile at how prepared you were. it was like you knew he was gonna fuck you tonight. or maybe you wore these all the time around him, just waiting.

“this wet already?” he sucks in a breath, running a finger over the growing wet patch on your panties. you just nod and focus your gaze on his long fingers. you wanted them so bad.

“rin, please” you grab at his hand that was teasingly brushing over your clothed clit.

“stop teasing” you pout at him. he looks up at you and gives you another kiss.

“you’re too cute not to tease.” he pulls away and pulls your underwear to the side, spreading your legs more. he curses at the sight of your glistening pussy, knowing it was all for him.

he runs a long finger down your folds, causing your grip on his wrist to tighten.

“so worked up, aren’t you? no one ever touch you like this before?” he asks, continuing his motions up and down.

“n-no rin, just you.” you breathily admit, a bit emberassed. it was the truth though, he was the only one you really wanted over the years.

he lets out another curse at the thought of being the first guy to touch you in this way. he was straining against his boxers, his loose sweatpants suddenly feeling so tight on his hips.

“tell me if it hurts and i’ll stop, okay?” he looks you in the eye, serious. you just nod.

“wanna hear you say it, baby” he pulls his hand away from your cunt.

“yes rin, i swear” you assure, shimmying to the edge of the counter to be closer to him.

he smiles, giving you a peck on the forehead before prodding his middle finger into your tight hole, spreading your wetness to make sure you were ready.

he slowly enters you and you grip onto his shoulders for dear life. he gives a few slow experimental pumps of his finger before you were asking for more.

“this ok?” he whispers in you ear, kissing your neck.

“god yes. more please” you plead in a quiet tone, trying your best to keep silent.

he chuckles and adds his ring finger. just two was enough to stretch you out. it was a delicious pain of his large digits splitting you open. you couldn’t even imagine how good his cock would feel.

you bite your knuckles to muffle the sounds of pleasure you were making. but nothing could cover the wet noises coming from him finger fucking your pussy.

his wrist started to ache, but it was worth it to see the way you were taking it so well. he curled his fingers, doing a ‘come here’ motion inside of you. you let out a muffled curse as your legs started to shake.

he kept pumping and curling his fingers over and over. his long thick fingers reached places your little hands just couldn’t.

“i think i’m-“ you cut yourself off with a soft moan, still trying to be quiet.

he just kisses you through your orgasm, groaning into your own mouth. your pussy squeezes around his fingers and he swallows up all your noises. he imagines how you’d feel squeezing his cock like this, while his other hand groping your tit, pinching your nipple. you arch into him and pull away from his lips to breathe.

you pant and look at him, face completley flushed, he slowly removes his fingers. his hand was coated in your cum. he gives your chest a few small kisses, accidentally leaving faint marks on the skin. not an accident at all.

he was panting too. you looked at him, curiously. your eyes go down to his pants. there was an obvious wet stain in the front.

“did you….” your eyes go wide as he flushes with emberassment.

“m’sorry you were just so fucking hot i couldn’t-“ he starts, but you cut him off with your lips. you were immediately aroused again, but this time the only thing that could satisfy you was his cock.

you paw at his sweats, shaky fingers clumsily trying to untie the drawstring. he grips the back of your neck with one hand while the other helps take off his pants. he starts to stroke himself until he’s hard again, still recovering from blowing his load in his pants.

you swat his hand and give his cock long strokes. you finally get a good view of it. he wasn’t small by any means, but not obnoxiously large. it was a delicious size that made your mouth go dry. there was a certain blue vein that ran down from his tip, your finger running over it, making him hiss.

he noticed you staring and encourages you to continue, his thumbs rubbing your thighs in comfort.

you swipe your thumb over his slit making him shiver like a small dog. his tip was so sensitive. you move to try and hop off the counter to get on your knees, but he stopped you, gripping your hips.

“if you do that i won’t be able to last.” he pets your hip sensually. you pout.

“don’t give me that look. next time, i promise” he pecks your lips and your heart flutters. so there will be a next time.

his head rests on your shoulder as you continue to stroke up, switching from pumping it to teasing his tip. he stopped you once his hips started to sputter. he was like putty in your hands at this point.

“p-please” he says your name, panting.

“i need to be inside you. i need to feel you so bad, baby please” he begs, kissing your neck, leaving darker marks in his wake.

you whine at his words, using your legs to wrap around his hips, his cock sitting right above your needy cunt.

“fuck me already, rin” you give his cock a few more pumps before lining him up with your wanting hole.

he does as yous say, slowly pushing in, his mouth gaping wide and his head falls back once he’s fully inside of you.

now your head rests on his chest as you encourage him to move. he slowly pulls out then back in with a powerful thrust. you bite his shoulder to keep from screaming out. surley leaving a mark.

“ohmygod rin” you can’t help but chant out his name as his thrusts quicken. you were praying ami was still asleep or she would totally hear the sounds of his hips slapping into yours.

“shh. gotta be quiet, kay? don’t want your friend to hear you getting fucked by her big brother do you?” he clasped a hand over your mouth, you unconsciously squeezed him tighter. your eyes screwed shut tight.

“fuck. you’d probably like that wouldn’t you? want everyone to see how badly you want my dick?” he groans in a hushed tone, his thrusts getting deeper and deeper. he was loosing control.

he gripped onto your hips to stabilize his pace. you guys never broke eye contact as your mouth hung open silently, trying so hard to keep quiet. he smiles at how fucked out you already looked.

“rinnn” you whine.

“m’right here, pretty” he kisses you once again. one of your hands takes purchase in his (now) messy hair, the other one gripping onto his strong arm. you were sure you were clawing into him with your nails, but he didn’t seem to mind.

you were getting close already. he moaned into your mouth as you tightened around his cock. he fed you simple praises from his pretty mouth, encouraging you to cum.

your thighs tightened around his hips, wanting him to be even closer, if that was even possible.

“i got you, baby. let go” he whispers inbetween kisses.

he bites your lip as you cum on his cock, squeezing him in every possible way. you whine into his mouth, the kiss now turned so messy a bit of drool fell from your mouth.

he fucked you through your orgasm as you shake in his hold, he was holding back his own until you were satisfied. you started to mewl from the overstimulation of his veiny cock pounding into you.

he pulls out, pumping himself until he finishes on your thigh, letting out a hushed moan of your name from his lips, making you squeeze around nothing. both of you breathing heavily.

after you both cool down from your highs, he looks at you, full of admiration.

“you did amazing” he kisses your cheek.

once your mind fog clears, the realization hits you. you just fucked your childhood crush, your bestfriends brother. a part of you feels a little guilty, but the other part of you wants nothing more than to do it again.

he notices your hesitation, placing a gentle hand on your hair so soothe it down.

“hey, you okay?” he asks. you didn’t even notice when he had pulled his pants back up, or when he put your top back in place over your tits.

you give him a soft smile.

“i’m okay” you assure him.

“good” he smiles back, he grabs a nearby kitchen cloth and wipes off his spend from your thigh.

“gross, rin. people use that towel” you scold.

he just shrugs “i’ll throw it in the wash”

you both knew in your heads you couldn’t tell anyone about this.

it was your little secret.

suddenly, rintarou’s phone lights up from across the counter. he puts your panties back in place, grabbing your sleep shorts and putting your legs through them so you could put them back on. he snatches his phone for you both to see.

‘WEATHER WARNING: all schools in the area shut down for another two weeks’ the notification read.

your eyes widen. looks like you’d be staying at the suna’s house for a lot longer than you thought.

the next morning

“ouch, looks like your girl maimed you” ami laughs over her waffles. you sit next to her, pouring the syrup over your own. rin almost chokes on his food and your head snaps up.

“what?” he says with a mouthful of bacon. ami points to the scratches on his arm and the literal bite mark on his shoulder. your eyes go wide. you made sure to wear a hoodie to cover your own marks.

“aww rin hooked up with a wolf!” you add, trying not to raise suspicion. he squints his eyes at you, swallowing his food.

at least he had the decency to wipe down the counter before we ate.

“something like that” you eye eachother before turning back to your breakfast.

this was gonna be a long stay.

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a/n: i kinda wanna make this a mini series lollll lmk of you’d like a pt.2 (this is highkey ooc but idc!!! its fanfiction!!!! i love my fake man fr)

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beautifulbrainrot · 8 months

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sirius and remus getting jealous over seeing their mommy only touch all over james in the library, him basically dry humping her hand and she massages him through his pants. unfortunately, james had been the only behaved that week so siri and rem get punished by watching. 😍🙏

i love you. like so much, thank you omg!!! i feel like this is bad, but i loved the concept and this is my first request for them omh!! lmk what u think 💋

poly!marauders x fem!reader

cw 18+ poly!marauders (james x sirius x remus x you) , sub!characters, dom!reader, semi public (in library but it’s implied no one else is there), mommy kink, coming it pants, punishment, crying, begging

remus and sirius’ heads snapped up from their books as they heard a soft moan fall from the lips of their boyfriend, echoing around the vacant library.

james’ head was bowed, his cheeks flushed as he squirmed in his seat slightly. it took a few seconds for the other boys to realise what was happening, your teasing smirk and hand reaching underneath the table towards the trembling boy finally tipping them off.

“mommy!” sirius whisper shouted, as you continued to palm jamie through his pants, leaving your other poor boys out.

“what, sweetheart?” you asked calmly, the question almost rhetorical as you already knew what he was asking for.

“why are you just touching prongs!” he whined, his voice upset as he watched you pleasure james and not him or remus.

“because jamie has been a good boy this week! you two have not.” you seethed, your voice low and quiet, the tone sending shivers down the boys spines and blood rushing to their confined cocks.

“i’m sorry mommy! i- please- please touch me, i need it!” remus cried out, tears pricking in his eyes.

“no. this is your punishment. you’re going to sit there and watch me get jamie off, without touching yourselves.” you said simply, leaving no room for argument.

the boys pouted and whined, but you ignored them, instead focusing on your sweet james.

“baby, you look so pretty for mommy.. such a good boy, my best boy.”

that caused sirius to cry out, his eyes wide and teary.

“don’t say that mommy, please!” he sobbed, distraught.

you ignored him, instead cooing at james as he started to buck his hips into your hand desperately chasing his release, moaning mommy over and over again, his eyes scrunched shut.

“that’s it jamie. my perfect, good boy. come for mommy.” you spoke quietly.

he moaned out, his mouth dropping open and his legs shaking as he came in his pants, warmth seeping through the fabric.

you tugged on his hair lightly, so he was looking at the other boys.

his eyes were droopy as he looked at his boyfriends, but he could see the tears on their cheeks as they squirmed in their chairs.

“see jamie? that’s what happens when your a bad boy. you don’t want to be a bad boy like them, do you now?”

he shook his head no, before curling into you, burying his face in your neck for comfort.

you stroked his hair as you stared at your other boyfriends.

“you did well with your punishments, boys. you obeyed my orders even though it was very difficult for you to watch mommy pleasure jamie and listen to him whimper without being able to do anything.”

they looked up at you, their expressions soft, and your heart melted at the loving looks on their tear stained faces.

“let’s take james back to the dorms to get cleaned up. then maybe i’ll help you sort out your little problems.”

#james potter #james potter x reader #sub james potter #sub!james potter #sirius black #sirius black x reader #sub sirius black #sub!sirius black #remus lupin #remus lupin x reader #sub remus lupin #sub!remus lupin #poly marauders #poly!marauders #poly!marauders smut #poly!marauders x reader

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ssahopelessly · 9 months

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Sick Leave

Synopsis: There has never been a time where she was ‘too sick’ to go to work.

Request: Could you do a Spencer x BAU Reader where she is sick but doesn’t want to admit it and comes into work? Please?

Warning: SpencerxFemReader, ambiguous relationship, symptom descriptions, sans Spencer’s germophobia, light displays of affection // let me know any I missed!

Word Count: 1.8k

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If you had asked me what my problem was that morning, I would have endless options but I couldn’t really decide on which one was actually the front runner. Maybe the inability to breathe properly, maybe the scratchiness at the back of my throat, or maybe it was the headache that seemed to be wrapping around my head like it’s own imaginary gym headband. But maybe, it was the way I still went to work, having taken some medication and telling myself the symptoms would subside. Or at least I hoped they would.

I had stopped by my desk, trying to rub the pressure from my head as I felt a pair of eyes on me, studying me in my state from across the aisle. “Are you feeling okay?” Most sounds had only made my headache twinge in sharp pain, but I was thankful that didn’t seem to be the effect with him. His voice was a cool breeze, wrapping around my shoulders to fight the heat that had rushed over my skin.

“Pfft, yeah. I’m fine.” I tried to dismiss him though, turning to see the rightfully deserved quirked up eyebrow he was casting at me. “I’m fine.” Was another attempt at reassurance that probably would’ve been believable if, in my state, I hadn’t also tried to take a step forward towards my chair, and nearly stumbled on my two feet, almost falling to the ground.

Spencer was soon behind me though, pulling me up onto my feet with an arm around my waist as he pulled me to his chest, safer there than the floor. He kicked my chair further out with his foot as I grabbed onto the desk for stability, the both of us wrestling my body towards the seat.

“You’re definitely not fine.” Was huffed into my ear as I was finally seated, eyes all over me as he backed up slightly, assessing me in my state. The back of his hand raised to my forehead, bottom corner of his lip pulling inward. “You have a fever.” I avoided looking into his eyes as his hands slipped under my ears on both sides of my head and towards the back of my head, somewhere near where my hairline met my neck, fingertips pressing into the skin in their vicinity. “And I can feel how swollen your lymph nodes are.” I would blame the potential fever on the blush that rushed to my cheeks, knowing that the way he was holding my head was a bit more intimate than acceptable for simple coworkers. If Derek had held Emily or JJ’s head like this, there would be room for concern or rumors.

“What is that supposed to even mean?” An attempt to breathe through my nose had him recoiling back, the proof that I was congested hanging between us.

“It means you’re sick and need to go home.”

“You’re not even a medical doctor. You can’t make that call.” His stare softened as his hand reached up once more to brush hair from my face to behind my ear.

“Do you want to talk to Hotch or should I?”

“I don’t want to go home. I want to work.” I forced the pout on my lips, knowing my bottom lip jutting out was often how I got him to cave in an argument. But he simply closed his eyes and turned away from me, moving back towards his desk.

“Okay,” was his admit of defeat, “Fine. I just feel like you should go home. Just trying to look out for you.” There was a layer of hurt in his words that made me feel guilty. Spencer buried his nose in a book, practically ignoring me from my side of the aisle, and that might’ve hurt more than his words. No matter how aggressive my cough had become, or how many times I sneezed, not a look, not a ‘bless you’, nothing. It was just an effort to look out for me, we both knew this. But I was stubborn, and it honestly just felt like a head cold. I could work through a head cold with medicine. I had done it before, I could surely do it again.

I’m not sure when, and I’m not sure how. All I know is, I was being woken up by someone shaking my arm, and when I opened my eyes, Aaron Hotchner was squatting down at the side of my desk, a sympathetic smile on his face. Dad Hotch was coming out for me in his smile, a sharp contrast to the stern exterior that usually accompanied SSA Hotchner. “Go home.” Was all he offered, the corner of his lips never falling.

“No,” it came out more of a whine than I had originally meant, my head pounding as I lifted it from where it had been resting on my arms. “I want to stay.”

“You’re sick. And you were sleeping here for an hour. Go home.” Another attempt at pleading with him would have dropped cold on the floor, and I wasn’t going to argue with him when he just explained to me how long I had been out. Gathering my things from my desk, Aaron walked me towards the sixth floor elevator bay, where Spencer joined us.

“I got her from here.” The grudge from earlier had been dropped, as his hand reached for my bag, draping the strap onto his other shoulder that wasn’t occupied by his own work bag. Aaron offered him a smile and nod before reentering the BAU glass doors, the only other company with Spencer and I being the hum of the elevator car as we waited. I kept my arms wrapped around myself, feeling very much like a child in a child swap dynamic. “Told you.” He muttered under his breath as he rocked from his heel to his toes. Rolling my eyes at him, I entered the elevator when it finally showed up, Spencer reaching over for the ground floor button as the door closed us in.

On the few occasions Spencer and I had carpooled to work, Spencer had noted that I tend to park in the same area and I tried to explain to him it was the prime parking spot location, and the banter had fallen off after that. Now, I was happy he seemed to know where I would have parked that morning, his hand reaching into my bag for my car keys. I had wanted to drive, but it was another instance where Spencer seemed to know better than me, and my energy was dwindling to maintain any fight that could start between us.

The drive home was quiet and I was fighting sleep. I would never admit to being sick and/or tired, but I was grateful for being sent home. I was grateful for having someone like Spencer as my coworker and my ‘something more’, but I didn’t know to what extent I was entitled to some actions. “Are you at least going to stay with me?”

“I’m taking you home, aren’t I?” There was a twinkle in the corner of his eye as he tried not to laugh at me, doing a terrible job of suppressing his humor from his lips. I sank further into my seat as we traveled further from Quantico and closer back to the residential part of DC. I had already fallen asleep at work, surely Spencer wouldn’t be surprised if I fell asleep on the car ride home.

“We’re here.” This time, I was woken by Spencer’s hand on my thigh as he had opened the passenger door and was working on getting my seatbelt off of me. Something he couldn’t quite do as my arms were once again wrapped over my chest and my head was resting against the strap as it crossed my shoulder. I just grunted as I reached for my bag that had been at my feet, seeing Spencer had once again placed the strap over his own shoulder to carry it for me. He stepped to the side as I tried to climb out, offering a hand for me to hold when he thought I might need it.

I was still capable enough to unlock my apartment in my state, but that didn’t stop Spencer from wanting to stay, entering my place with me. He placed my bag on one of the bar stools, like he’d seen me do countless times before, then just kind of watched me as I moved through my space. Sleep hadn’t left my system just yet, as I bumped into the door frame into my room, immediately pulling my top off, attempting to throw it towards the hamper. My pajamas had been resting on the foot of my bed and I had fully changed over to those by the time Spencer entered my room, hand in his pockets as he watched me from the door. “You didn’t have to tell Hotch.” I tried to chide him as I pulled the layers of fabric back from my spot on the mattress.

“I didn’t.” I raised my eyebrow at him, his head bowing as he took a moment to laugh under his breath, stepping into the room now. “You fell asleep at your desk. He asked what was wrong and I just told him you hadn’t been feeling well.”

“So you snitched on me?”I climbed into bed, back under my covers because that seemed like the best place for me to be in this moment. If I had been sent home from work, I was simply going to sleep the day away. Spencer sat on the side of the mattress, reaching for the covers to pull them over my body for me.

“Get some sleep.” The look of adoration was so intense, I thought I might actually see cartoon hearts take form in his eyes, his hand reaching up to gently brush the pad of his thumb over my cheekbone.

I couldn’t stay mad at him, not for being overprotective or for telling Hotch. He was doing what he thought was best in an effort to care for me, and where it maybe hadn’t been how I would’ve handled the situation, it was only in my best interest. I reached for his hand as it rested between us now, trying to interlace my fingers with his. He let it happen, his focus seemingly only on our hold. “Spenc-”

“Sleep.” A kiss was applied to my forehead before I laid back against the pillows, watching him as he moved from the bed back towards the door frame, hand lingering over the light switches.

“Thank you.”

“Anytime.” Pressing a hand to my lips, I blew him a kiss as he turned off the lights in my room, a blush rising to his cheek as he cracked the door in his exit. I listened for the sounds of his departure from the apartment, but instead only heard the sounds of him moving through the kitchen, probably making lunch. I pulled the pillow next to me closer, trying to imagine it was him, that it had been him cuddling me into tranquility as I drifted off to sleep.

For the alternate twist on this trope, check out my SickSpencerxFemReader fic here!

Thank you for reading!

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genshin characters learning that you can fight (part 1)

| alhaitham, zhongli

part two

warning: blood, violence, reader is visionless and can be the polar opposite of the character (you share some similarities, of course), genshin charas may be ooc

ALHAITHAM

although the two of you were admittedly polar opposites, it was exactly that contradiction that made him fall in love with you.

to alhaitham, you were capable and trustworthy. you are not a scholar, you are a librarian and a normal citizen in sumeru. you help people with their stuff, travel through far distances safely and giving easy suggestions and solutions to problems that are hard to solve for others.

it's not like you can keep up with everything that he can do, considering that he has a mind that not everyone can easily understand, you are sometimes confused at the words that leave his mouth. but to him, that was completely fine. you were very eager to learn despite not being a scholar. and you knew that even if people had different ways of thinking, it was exciting to understand the thoughts behind it.

unlike him, you were considerate, always thinking of the people around you, how they would feel in a situation if you do something—no matter who you were with—a stranger, an acquaintance, a close friend—you treated everyone with kindness and decency.

you were also quiet. maybe that was the similarity you shared with him. you're not the type of quiet that isn't confident to speak, but you were just quiet because you didn't speak when it wasn't necessary.

you are also very gentle with the way you speak, you always spoke softly that people would mistaken you as weak and delicate.

in spite of the fact that your manners were demure and tranquil, you did not avoid people. in fact, you enjoy other people's company, but you're the type to listen to them.

to alhaitham, you were serene. you are a comfort he never knew he needed in his life. so when the two of you got together, the love he had for you got softer, still deep nonetheless.

instead of bringing blossoming butterflies and explosions in his stomach, instead of giving him wild blushes that would reach from his chest up until his ears—you made him feel warm and comforted. your existence alone to him was comfort.

alhaitham wanted to know everything about you. and probably because of that eagerness to know that he actually knows you better than you know yourself.

"haitham, it is rare for you to come to aaru village."

you were here because you are currently working on building a library in the village, so that the people in the desert can access to more books. he missed you, so he headed here. he did not know the exact location you were in and asked questions to the people he knew here. and since he already stayed here during the operation of saving lord kusanali, the people gladly helped him and he was able to reach you quickly.

a sporadic upturn imprinted on his lips as he gazed at you softly. he reached out, cupping your cheek and tilting his head slightly to meet your gentle eyes.

"certainly. but, you are here."

you simply smiled. "i am flattered that my lover has gone here just to see me," you said, leaning your head to alhaitham's chest. you breathed out, feeling the tiredness seeping in your veins to disappear at the mere contact with him. you felt his hand caressing your head and his free arm wrapping around your waist.

alhaitham leaned his cheek on top of your head and pecked your temple. "tired?"

"yes, but it's nothing that i can't handle. thank you."

"i see. why don't we go outside and get some fresh air?"

"great idea, let's go."

the two of you went outside and walked through the soft sands of the desert. alhaitham held your hand the entire time while you had your arm encircled on his. the little walk was quiet yet comforting. there was no awkwardness or tension at all. the two of you are not the type to converse that much and each others' presence were only needed to know that you love one another.

but all of that was disrupted by a scream.

"HELP!!!"

you and alhaitham were startled. without hesitation, you ran to the source with alhaitham obediently following you and guarding you in case that someone ambushed from behind.

you ran and in sight, there was a group of eremites. there were twelve people, ganging up on a single person. you were about to approach them to alleviate the situation, but alhaitham gripped your arm. you turned to him, worried for the person, but you stiffened after seeing the glare on his eyes.

"do not ever rush in. i'll handle it."

as soon as he said that, his sword went flying towards the eremites. he controlled it with his vision, making it seem like a boomerang. it hit the five eremites that were close to the person who was being hurt for no reason. they collapsed, earning the attention of the other eremites.

"who's there?!"

"the akademiya?!"

"get him!"

when the remaining eremites rushed to your lover, knowing that he could truly handle this, you calmly went to the person and cut the ropes that she was tied into. "are you alright? are there any injuries that i must take note of?"

the person shook her head. "i'm alright... j-just some gashes on my arms and legs."

"do not underestimate gashes, young lady." you tore a portion of the long skirt that you were wearing (it was clean, you made sure of it before going out) and wrapped it around the wounds that were visible to your eyes. "depending on the severity of those, you might have to get them stitched. you wouldn't want that, no? being stitched is painful," you told her.

the lady laughed at your tone. "i wouldn't... thank you for coming to my help."

you chuckled and shook your head. "i didn't do anything, after all, it was my lover who—" you were cut off by seeing the horrified look on her face. you inclined your head in confusion at her reaction and turned at the source of the shadow dawning before you. you turned, only to see a blade aimed to your head.

"miss!"

alhaitham heard the call and gritted his teeth to see you being confronted by an eremite. he kicked down one of his enemies and ran the fastest as he has ever been to reach you. "(y/n)!"

even though to the two—to alhaitham and to the person you were helping, that you were about to die—but to you, you were going to be fine.

it has been a while, you simply thought.

without a moment of hesitation, you reached for the small dagger sitting quietly on your thigh and sliced the outer skin of the eremite's whole arm with such intensity and accuracy. the eremite let out a scream of pain, however you stood unfazed and composed. you slid on the sand and kicked the eremite's legs, causing them to fall with a groan.

you saw another eremite approaching closely, they seemed startled at your stunt, so you took that advantage to run over them and elbow them in the face. you threw your dagger to the other eremite's blade that was coming up behind you and jabbed them on the front of their neck using your heel.

you didn't feel gazes of bloodlust anymore, so you stretched your arms carefreely in the middle of battle and thought that there weren't threats anymore.

you yawned out of exhaustion and lack of sleep. i haven't moved like that in a while, so it really is tiring, you thought.

"(y/n)!" you turned to the exclaim of your lover and were startled to feel arms wrapped around you. you tried to return his gesture, but before you could do, his hands were on your shoulder, and you could see could feel the slight shake in his body. you blinked at the unfamiliar expression on his face.

why does he look so scared...?

"be careful next time... you shouldn't have rushed in to help so quickly."

you nodded and patted his hand. "i will. thank you, haitham. and i'm sorry."

he pursed his lips and shook his head. "you... don't have to apologize. i'm just glad you're alright." he frowned. "i'm sorry for not being able to protect you."

you continued patting his hands. "don't apologize, haitham. it was my choice to get in the middle of the fight, so i will take responsibility for it. it's not your fault."

alhaitham let out a shaky sigh and nodded at your words. "alright." he backed away, but still held your hands in fear that you would disappear at any moment.

he could still remember everything that you did and he could only stand there in shock.

he thought he knew everything about you, but never did you mention or show skills that you could fight. you handled those eremites without a vision with such ease and effortlessness. he thought that you could never make him feel so erratic about love, but he admits that his heart beat wildly at the sight of you fighting against eremites like that. he could even feel his face heating up at the moment your gentle eyes glinted dangerously at your enemies with unbreakable focus.

he watched from behind as you helped out the injured lady and covered his face that was painted with a volatile color of pink, the scenes of you fighting against the eremites repeating in his head again and again.

he wished that you would never get into harm's way again, but at the same time, he secretly wishes that he can see you fight like that again.

"haitham? are you alright? are you not coming with us?"

"no. i'll be there."

his heart was still thumping loudly on his chest.

it was so different from the usual you that was so soft and tranquil.

he wanted to see that unexpected side of yours once more.

extra:

"where did you learn how to fight like that?"

"my father was a mercenary and i love watching him train at home back then, so he taught me along the way."

"father was a mercenary? i never would have thought... why did you never tell me though?"

"you're a genius, haitham, so i thought you knew."

"i didn't. you and your father never made it seem it like you knew how to fight like that."

"really?"

"yes. when we get home, please tell me more about yourself, so that i am prepared."

"prepared...? for what exactly?"

"my heart."

"???"

ZHONGLI

you are very much like zhongli, a chatterbox. but a more optimistic and cheerful version. you have a way of making other people comfortable. the atmosphere around you was extremely approachable and people wouldn't hesitate to talk to you simply because your company is easygoing to be with.

you have a way of telling stories. you use sound effects way too much and you make gestures with either your hands and arms. it was so funny and interesting to look and listen to you because your happiness was way too contagious.

if zhongli was polite, elegant, serious, and regal, you were the complete opposite of that.

you were a happy-go-lucky person and admittedly loud, but not in an irritating way. in fact that way you were loud brought joy to others. you laughed and smiled a lot, you talked a lot and you are quite the weird person, but that doesn't mean you were immature. you just knew how to have fun in life. that was your motto, 'for life to be as laidback and happy as possible'.

and probably, you know how to be serious when needed. probably.

zhongli didn't know when, but you easily made a way to his heart. just one moment, he was taking note of all of your habits. he was watching you all the time and his gaze followed you every single time you were close. to him, you were an enigma that he couldn't predict nor read. yet you were so endearing and loveable at the same time.

you worked as a deliverywoman. it actually suited you because of your jolly personality. you always greeted customers with enthusiasm and treated them as if you have been friends for a very long time. zhongli knew this since there are a lot of times that he comes with you during his free time.

you have been together for two years. yet there was never a time where zhongli hasn't seen you frown or be in a mood where you are sad. whenever you two are together in private, you are still the chatterbox and happy person he knew, just a little softer than the usual.

he was actually worried that you didn't express your sadness, but you told him to not worry as you told him that you don't remember the last time you have been sad. you were the type to always look at the bright side. he was glad that you aren't exhausted from being like that every single day.

from the thousands of years that he has been living in teyvat, he has never met someone like you. it may be an exaggeration, but he was telling the truth. and he was extremely glad to meet you. not to mention, to be together with you, entwined as lovers was an eternal bliss to him that he wouldn't trade for anything in the world. no contract would be able to break it.

today, the two of you were walking in guyun stone forest to delivery a package coming from a strange address. you told zhongli about this and he was worried since he didn't know if there were actual houses in guyun. because of this, he came with you.

"whoa! i've heard of stories from you, love, but i didn't expect guyun to be this... cool and so... wham!" your eyes were sparkling in excitement, causing your lover to smile affectionately. "although..." he hummed and pointed all his attention to you. "...it's swarming with monsters, haha!" you exclaimed, laughing at the hilichurls and ruin guards in the place. you even saw some abyss mages on top of the mountain.

zhongli chuckled. normally people would be scared, wouldn't they? you really are such an enigma. he wrapped his arm around your waist and told you, "indeed, so you have to stay close to me at all times."

"i will be protected by the god of contracts himself! my, what an honor!" you joked, poking his cheek. zhongli only chuckled more and leaned closer to you.

"what does the address say?"

"well... i actually wouldn't know since it only says at the corner of guyun." you sweatdropped and crossed your arms with a pout. "to whoever sent this, if this is a prank, i'll bonk you! there are so many corners yet you weren't specific at all! i love my job, but i would be having a date with my lover if weren't for this, you know!" you declared, your words only making your partner laugh.

you were ranting and your usually vigilant lover was going along with your antics, so you two didn't notice the large lawachurl approaching from behind.

zhongli heard the footsteps, wrapped his arm around you and immediately summoned his shield to protect the two of you. the lawachurl's fist stopped midair and you were left flabbergasted at the exchange, but you snapped out of your daze and jerked your head towards zhongli. his amber eyes were glowing a bright gold, yet you still couldn't help but be concerned for him.

under his protection, you cupped his cheek, asking in alarm, "li! are you alright?"

he blinked at your concern and smiled. "of course. why would you ask that, my beloved?"

you breathed out in relief and shook your head. "it's nothing..." you assured him and gripped his clothes tightly. you looked around, gulping at the swarm of lawachurls surrounding the two of you. can li really handle this...? you glanced at zhongli who was holding dominance over the lawachurl in front of him. i know he's a god, but... you sighed shakily at the number of ruin guards approaching you two. there are so many of them.

if only i could help him and lessen his burden... your eyes caught sight of an old great sword coincidentally laying on the ground. oh, speak of the devil, you thought and crouched down to hold it.

"(y/n), i will handle this, so please stay here." before he could even get your response, your figure ran past him.

zhongli has never felt so much fear in his life.

his heart dropped as he yelled your name, "(y/n)!"

he gritted his teeth and was about to chase after you, but he was stumped, stupefied beyond belief at what he saw.

you just sliced a lawachurl into half.

he stood there, stopped in his tracks as he watched you continue to evade the attacks of the monsters and cut their limbs, you effortlessly swung the claymore at them and defeat them in the blink of an eye. you were similar to him in a way. defeating opponents without even batting an eye.

as you fought, you were still wearing the smile he loves so much. the difference is the feeling behind it. unlike your normal smile that was filled with joy everyday, your smile right now was calm and confident as if you completely knew what you were doing and you weren't going to lose anytime soon.

a god like him has witnessed all sorts of phenomenon and events in this world, but never would he have thought to see his beloved partner—not to mention, you did not have a vision—defeating monsters so easily. you were just using pure strength to fight the lawachurls.

how come he didn't know anything about this? how come you never told him that you could fight this gallantly and professionally?

his mouth separated, gaze shimmering as he watched you in complete awe.

you didn't even need his help. your strength even rivaled those to who have visions, maybe you were even more powerful. that's how strong you were.

and that's exactly why he was just standing there. he was so enamored with you. he didn't even notice the slight blush that was covering his cheeks and the love swirling in his eyes.

why do you constantly do things that surprise him?

"li!" you called him, breaking him out of his bafflement. you grinned, throwing the package away and lifting the claymore easily with one hand. "come on! we gotta finish this, right?"

his eyes fluttered in confusion, but he quickly smiled and summoned his polearm.

"i suppose you're right."

he has fallen for you all over again.

extra:

"how in the archons' names were you able to do all of those things?"

"hm? didn't i mention that i was a former pirate, li?

"you mentioned that, yes, but... i thought you were responsible for cooking food."

"yeah! that's true! ohhh, i think i forgot to mention that i sometimes substituted for captain beidou if she had things to do! i've been friends with her for so long after all, so i eventually learned how to fight like boom, whack, fwam, too!"

"you never told me that..."

"awww, sorry! stop pouting at me like that! uwah—you're so cute!"

"you're cuter. and don't do such reckless things next time."

"yes, my lord!"

note: sorry, i just love characters that have a certain duality in them! like y'know, they change according to the situation and they're like a different person? holy moly, that's so hot. anyways, i hope you all enjoyed this! part two will be ayato and kazuha. idk when will i be able to write it, but hopefully, i can write it shortly after this. have a great day!

#genshin x reader #genshin x y/n #genshin impact fluff #genshin impact #genshin imagines #alhaitham x reader #alhaitham x y/n #alhaitham x you #zhongli x reader #zhongli x y/n #zhongli x you

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bubbles-for-all-of-us · 1 year

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Butterfly II

a/n some of you wanted a part two of this so here we go. This can be read as a standalone. I am just a tiny bit obsessed with this. Thank you for so much love, I really wasn't expecting it. 🤍

summary: When Joel thinks that his life is over his little butterfly sends him a new reason to stay alive. The only problem is that he doesn't know how to love but when you are the meaning of love itself how can he not fall.

Part III is on my blog!

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It almost felt like you were floating. The warmth and soft sheets surrounded your body, and the mattress beneath you was an absolute dream in comparison to a makeshift box bed or the sleeping bag on the ground. Maybe this was a dream after all? Considering that you could almost make out the birds chirping outside. The bright morning sun hit your face through the crack in the messily closed blinds. The ray of light leaves warm kisses on your skin. When was the last time you felt so at peace? Without the primal urge to survive rushing through your body.

You tried to tilt your head to the side, hoping to escape the beaming light but found no luck there. Lazily opening one eye, you took in the room in front of you. A frown washed over your face. You did not remember getting up to the bedroom last night. Had you been that tired? Your leg nudged something on the other side of the bed, and you instantly shot up as the fight or flight mode went off. Heart racing.

"Easy, easy… You're okay, everything's okay", Joel's groggy morning voice filled your ears, and your shoulders slumped in the instant. As you took a breath in, your hand came to rest on your chest. Joel's fingers slipped to run up and down your exposed thigh as he tried to soothe the rush of anxiety that he felt seeping through you. His eyes were still closed; the sun was dancing on his exposed chest now. Yeah, maybe you were dreaming.

"Bad dream?", he mumbled again, pulling you out of your little daydream. You shook your head even if you knew he couldn't see it, "No, I just didn't expect you…here", "You act like we haven't shared a bed". You let out a huff, pushing his rough palm off your leg. The corner of Joel's lips turned upward. "It's not about that, it's just a… I usually know that we will be in bed together here, so I figured you might… never mind," you muttered quickly.

Back in QZ, where you shared an apartment with one bed, sleeping in it together was a no-brainer. Well, Joel had given up his bed to you first, moving to sleep on the sofa instead. However, he did not spend a single night there. The guilt of him getting a bad back because of you made you drag him to bed in the middle of the night. It was a blanket line at first that split the bed, but even that didn't stick around for long as you found yourself waking up with your fingers reaching out for Joel or clenching his shirt in your sleep. Maybe simply seeking comfort, maybe out of sheer fear of waking up alone.

"Lay down and stop thinking so loudly," Joel's hands pulled you closer to him, and you let him as you rested your head on his chest. Fingers instantly reached up to run over the lines of scars that covered his body. In the beginning, he would catch your wrist with his hand, pushing it away from his skin, but now… Now he said and did nothing to stop you, allowing you to do your thing.

"Did you bring me here last night?", you questioned quietly, feeling bad for disturbing his slumber. Joel only hummed, "You fell asleep on the sofa." You remembered watching Ellie flip through the books you had found in the attic. Cup of tea by her side that you made her in hopes of making her nighttime anxiety ease up. You watched her with a fond smile on your face. Truly, there was nothing more beautiful than seeing a child experience something new, and Ellie, just like all the other kids, was robbed of a normal childhood. So you were more than happy to bring at least a drop of normality to her. Your head was resting on Joel's shoulder as he, too, sipped the tea you had made.

"This shit is nasty, why would you write a book about dating?", Ellie turned a romantic novel in her hands, making you let out a tired chuckle. "Eh, that was one of my favorites. Wait till you get to my age. Fictional men are like no other", you snorted, just managing to hear Joel do the same as he brought the cup closer to his lips again. Looking up, you already find him glancing down at you.

"No way, Bill had comic books?!", the girl shrieked, making you jump slightly at the loud noise as she pushed the box over, making everything spill all over the carpet. Joel squeezed your shoulder slightly, "Lay down." He patted the pillow that was on his lap, but you shook your head, "Not tired. Don't worry". But the man wasn't having any of it and gently moved you to lie down. You tried to protest at first, but Joel only silenced you as he started running his hand through your hair. That was when you realized just how insanely tired you were. Your hand squeezed his thigh, a silent thank you as you felt your eyes getting heavy.

Joel's eyes stayed on you. Watching as sleep took over your body. How you lost the fight to slumber, and your body slowly eased up You twitched a couple of times. A usual practice for you that Joel had grown familiar with. You, just like him, had nightmares clouding your brain. And your body hated the sensation of sleeping, trying to fight off the state of unconsciousness for as long as possible. No one could protect you in your dreams. Not even Joel - even if he wanted to.

"You like her," Ellie said, causing Joel to raise his head. He had somehow forgotten that she was here too, lulled by your somewhat peaceful features. He wouldn't have let his guard down so low otherwise. This side of him was only for his own eyes and no one else's. His face instantly shifted to a tight smile, replacing the calm features. "Don't shove your nose into other people's business," he said bitterly, hoping that Ellie would feel ashamed and drop her gaze, but she didn't. "But you do. I can see it", "What do you know about it, kid", Joel bite back harshly, but you had shifted on his thigh as if even in your sleep sending him a warning to watch his tone. The girl shrugged her shoulders, "Not much, but you always watch her, and it's kind of creepy, but also she does the same, so", Ellie trailed off, returning to making piles of the books instead. Joel wanted to snarl something out, but it was true. He was always watching over you. And he loved nothing more than catching your gaze, taking you off guard at times.

"Go to bed, it's late", Joel said, carefully shifting to scoop you up in his arms, "I'm not tired", Ellie voiced, and Joel only inhaled sharply, "That's what Y/N said as well, look at her now". Ellie watched as you clung to Joel, even in your sleep. She watched as he walked towards the stairs, once again shushing you as you muttered something in your sleep. She followed you up to her room, which was a door away from the one Joel carried you to. You had asked her if she wanted to have a room all to herself for a couple of days that you were here. Since she had never had the pleasure of it, she of course agreed to it. But now that Ellie looked at the dark space in front of her, she realized how much more she preferred being able to press herself closer to you as you slept in the sleeping bag.

Joel had walked out not even ten minutes later after he was sure that you were sleeping and comfortable. Ellie was standing in front of her bedroom door, staring into the distance. "Why aren't you in bed yet?", Joel called out, making her jump. "It's dark," she muttered under her breath. The distress in her body language was visible. "Well, it's nighttime, so of course, it's dark," Joel said, waiting for her to come at him, but she just tightened her hands into fists. He often thought that this was unfair. That Ellie had to go through so much at such a young age. He understood why you grew so protective of her and why Ellie clung to you at any moment that her ability, to pretend that she feared nothing at all, failed her. Joel let out a sigh as he walked into the dark room, quickly finding a light switch before moving towards the bedside table. Ellie watched him from the hallway still. She watched how Joel pulled the table to the furthest corner of the room, before putting a lamp into it. It was far enough away to not disturb sleep, but bright enough to illuminate every corner of the room.

"Jump into bed, Ellie," Joel said calmly, and Ellie almost thought that she was imagining the soft sound. Well, she heard it when Joel talked to you. His tone was barely bitter then, but… She nodded her head as she rushed to get under the covers. She expected to watch Joel leave, but instead, he walked toward the bed before sitting down at the end of it. "Go to sleep," Joel repeated, "But why… what are you doing?", the girl croaked out, trying not to let the stinging in her eyes show. Just like Joel, she hid her emotions behind the wall. Only slip-ups happened when she was with you. "You have nothing to fear. I'll be here till you fall asleep, and then Y/N and I are a door away," Joel said, watching as Ellie looked around the room. A glimpse of Sarah filled his mind. She nodded her head, but the tension didn't leave her body as she clenched the blanket in her hands. Joel wasn't sure who or what made him do it, but he moved closer to Ellie. The memories of him introducing Sarah to her new room and how she hated it the first night swirled around.

"Want to… want to hold my hand?", it felt weird saying it, and Joel even got embarrassed, but then he sensed Ellie shifting as she clung to him. Joel's gaze softened when he saw a tear glistening in the dim light on her cheek. "You're safe here. We will always keep you safe, kiddo." And he stayed there till she fell asleep, and then some more. Watching her or just zoning out as he thought about Sarah. The same way he shushed you as you spoke in your sleep, Joel shushed Ellie. Guiding her out of her bad dreams and into a peaceful slumber.

When he finally slipped out of Ellie's room and went to check on you, Joel knew that he wasn't going to find sleep anytime soon. After pulling the blanket further up your shoulder, Joel moved towards the window, quickly checking if it was tightly shut. Then the same thing happened in Ellie's room. He walked all around the second floor, checking the doors and windows, before moving downstairs and doing the same. That's why a man like you and I are here. Joel could still hear Ellie's voice as she read out Bill's letter. We have a job to do, and God help any motherfucker who stands in our way.

The feeling of your fingers scratching Joel's scalp brought him back to the sunny room, and he finally opened his eyes. "Was she okay sleeping without us?", you moved up, pushing yourself against Joel's chest, and he shook his head, already hating the worried look that washed over you. "I stayed with her till she fell asleep and checked on her through the night," he said so casually as if it were a self-explanatory thing, but his words made your heart clench. You knew how difficult such interactions were for him, how many demons from his past he had to choke out for that to become a reality.

You leaned in, brushing your nose against his before wrapping your hands around his neck. Joel's arms sneaked around your waist, fingertips moving just slightly under the big shirt you were wearing. "You know that she will never forget that, right?", you muttered into the crook of his neck. "Thank you for doing that", "I wasn't going to leave her all alone," Joel said firmly, and you pulled away slightly. Of course, he wasn't. Because he cared. Cared more than he wanted to admit it, and even more than he knew himself. You two were inches apart. You could feel his breath on your skin. Warm and inviting. This felt intimate, not like most of the sexual interactions you two shared, which were mostly there to get rid of the primal needs.

You moved to slip off Joel's chest, but his grip on your hips only tightened. "Joel..", you breathed out. Fuck, did he love hearing his name roll off your tongue. There was always this beam of light with love in it. It didn't sound as harsh or scary as it did when others said it. No, when you said Joel's name, he knew there was nothing but happiness there. And you proved just that when a soft chuckle slipped past your lips, and you leaned back toward him. "I just want to make your coffee," you said as you twirled your figures through his hair, hoping to reason with him to let you go. "We can go if you want a cup," but you shook your head, pointing a finger to his chest, "You will stay in bed, sir, and let me bring it up for you."

The only person who had done this before—brought him coffee, even if it was with a scrunched-up nose—had been Sarah. The gleam in your eyes made it hard for him to say no. So he did what he had been doing for years. Joel let go of you, watching as you quickly shimmied out of bed. He hated that this felt natural. This felt right. He fucking wanted to start his days like this. Even more so, he knew that this was temporary. A day or two and you would be out in the wilderness, where at any moment a runner or a clicker could get either of you infected. Joel wished you could just stay here. Forget about all the other promises and just stay here in this surreal reality.

Seeing you with a cup of coffee in your hand and messy hair falling everywhere, even if you tried to control them with a quick braid and that smile, made Joel's head spin. That smile had dampened him and left him defenseless. "Careful, it's really hot", you handed Joel a cup as he sat down, resting his back against the headboard. "Did you sleep at all?", you spoke up again, crisscrossing your legs as you looked up at Joel, all of a sudden noticing his tired eyes. He slowly nodded his head, yet you could tell that he was elsewhere.

You were about to nudge him about staying in bed all day and finally getting proper rest when you heard a silent knock on the door before it cracked open, and you saw Ellie standing there. Still rubbing the sleep from her eyes, you smiled at her, patting the side of the bed. Her eyes drifted to Joel, but since he paid her no attention, she stepped inside. Curling up on your lap like a cat in front of the sun on the windowsill. "Morning, sleepyhead, did you rest well?", you pushed some of the messy strands of hair away from her face as she flashed you a smile, yet her eyes were still closed.

You pulled your blanket over her body, slowly tracing your hand up and down her back, and almost immediately you heard light snoring. Raising your eyebrows, you looked toward Joel, "She fell asleep again." You giggled, carefully swaying from side to side with her in your embrace. Joel's eyes fell on you, but they were nothing like they were moments ago. You reached your hand out to touch him, but he quickly got out of bed. "Get to the garage when she's up; we need to talk about the next step." You frowned slightly, unsure of what this was about, but still nodded your head.

Joel sat by the table, his chin resting on his knuckles as he stared ahead. His brain was racing. This was all too good. Too much. He was losing his clear mind. Tiredness—it was all because of tiredness, he told himself as he waited for you two. That's why a man like you and I are here. Joel needed to remind himself of his main job here. To remind himself of what had happened before. What had happened to Sarah. Joel heard you two before you opened the door. Ellie was talking so quickly that you were probably laughing at her, yet it died down the moment you stepped into the garage.

Joel met your confused eyes but dropped the gaze in an instant. "I think it's best if we leave tomorrow morning," he spoke up coldly. No reason's why. Or what had changed. Just a plain, cold statement. "What?", you choked out, walking closer to him. "It's best if we keep moving," Joel insisted again.

This was not what you imagined hearing this morning. Even more so when the morning started so sweet. "Where is this coming from? I thought we were going to stay here for a couple of days," you questioned again, feeling Ellie's hand slip into yours. "We're getting too comfortable; the word behind the fence is nothing like this," Joel grumbled angrily, not meeting your eyes for even a second. That in itself was starting to annoy you.

"Joel… we talked about this. We stay for a couple of days, regain our strength, all of us, and then…", but a harsh slam on the metal table made you stop mid-sentence. "Then what?", Joel spat, "What, Y/N? You're getting too attached. This is not our reality. We're wasting time to deliver cargo." Joel's words left you defenseless as you stared at him, not quite. believing your ears. You knew that he could be an ass at times, but this.

"Shit," Ellie cursed under her breath, and you instantly pushed her behind you. "Right, because she is nothing to you. Because you're this cold and fucked up male", you spat back, as nodded your head, "It blows my mind the way you dispose of people…". Laughing under your breath, you tried to find words to say. Still in disbelief that he was changing the plan for selfish reasons. Just because he didn't do happy.

"Fuck you, Miller. I've been trying so hard, but you know what? Fuck it. Get us there and fuck off!", the sound of your voice made Joel clench his jaw. He would have much more enjoyed you screaming than hearing the disappointment that poured from you. Joel looked up at you, but now you seemed miles away. Had he finally done it? Finally made you give up on him. "Yn," he called out quietly, but you only shook your head, "Don't you Y/N me. Come Ellie bug, let's get our stuff", you turned to Ellie, who was standing behind a woodworking table. All way pressed up against the corner like a lost puppy.

"Don't," Joel caught your hand as it reached for the girl, but you yanked it away from his grasp in an instant. Your eyes filled up with tears, but you bit the inside of your cheek as you tried to pull yourself together. You'll cry later. In the shower, maybe. Behind the house. Anywhere but in front of him. You reached Ellie, bringing her into your embrace, as you guided her toward the door. You were about to step out when you stopped and turned to Joel one last time, mumbling, "There's no us, by the way. You're alone in this Miller", with that you pushed the door closed harshly, making your way towards the house as you dabbed your cheeks dry so Ellie wouldn't worry even more. Butterflies weren't meant to live a long time. Maybe it's better to live from sunrise to sunset and die before the world beats you down without any mercy.

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genshingorlsrevengeance · 4 months

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I remember you doing something similar for other Genshin girls, but what are your headcannons for sleeping with Ayaka, Beidou, Dehya, Candace and Mona.

Not nsfw but fluff.

(Genshin Impact) Sleeping with Ayaka, Beidou, Dehya, Candace, and Mona

And just like the last post of this HC a year ago, I am dead tired writing this. We are just destined to repeat the same things, aren't we?

Ayaka fully relaxes into S/O's embrace as her head sinks into the pillow.

She absolutely wants to be the little spoon, and her heart will both melt and beat rapidly as their arms wrap around her waist.

(Ayaka) "Good night, my love."

Ayaka can't help but let out a small giggle as she makes herself comfortable.

She would have to wake up early and go back to attending her duties.

But for now? Ayaka can simply enjoy falling asleep next to S/O, the only worry in her mind of whether she would make them sleep at an awkward angle.

The futons in Inazuma are very low to the ground, and Ayaka's is no exception. However, it is a bit larger and elegantly quilted than a standard futon, giving the two plenty of space to stretch their arms in.

Not that the space is needed, given how closely they cuddle together.

(Beidou) "Finally, time to get some shut-eye. Come on, S/O! We have plenty of room for two!"

That's a lie.

The Captain's bed could only really fit Beidou, but that wouldn't stop her.

Beidou takes off her eyepatch and lets it rest on a nearby table, letting S/O rest their head on her rather large chest.

Her strong arms lock S/O into place as the ship rocks back and forth, almost cradling them to sleep.

The bed itself is comfortable enough if a bit stiff, though it is quite small for two people sharing it at once.

Beidou could rest easy, knowing that her lover was safe in her ars.

Beidou also has a tendency to snore.

(Dehya) "Oh man, I can't wait to sleep, it's been a long day...!"

Dehya stretches her arms before plopping onto the bed, scooting to the side for S/O to lay down next to her.

Depending on her mood, Dehya will hold S/O, make S/O hold her, or simply just remain close to them.

But most of all it depends on the bed. If it's a sleeping bag, she'll typically just lay close to them, but if they're inside an inn, then some sort of physical affection will take place.

She chuckes, seeing the relaxed expression on her S/O's face before closing her eyes.

The bed is quite warm thanks to Dehya's vision, making the cold nights of the desert seem negligible.

Her hair also will poke into S/O's face given how long it is.

(Candace) "Good night, S/O, rest well."

Candace will typically stay up a bit longer than S/O since she needs to keep watch.

She eventually joins them well into the night, trying to be as quiet as she can to not wake them up.

One hand gently caresses their cheek, smiling to herself knowing that her vigilance will keep them and everyone else safe.

Finally, Candace closes her eyes, arms instinctually wrapping around S/O to protect them in their dreams.

Her bed is stiff, yet inviting at the same time. Candace has no desire for anything beyond what she needs to rest, so at times it can be quite cold and rigid to sleep on.

But the moment she arrives to rest with them, both problems go away quickly.

(Mona) "Is it that time already? sigh "I need to finish writing this first, then I'll join you."

Mona usually sleeps in late due to her research or writing blocks.

However, she does truly appreciate the times she can rest with S/O by her side.

Not that she ever mentions that part to them.

With a very deep sigh, she immediately flops onto the bed, forcing S/O to hold her without uttering a word.

Her green eyes immediately shut as she falls asleep almost instantly.

Mona's bed is quite cold due to how often she isn't inside it. It sometimes also contains random books or astrology tools laying on top of their blankets, which S/O keeps finding everytime they lay down and think its clear.

It's honestly very normal with nothing noteworthy about its quality, but due to how cluttered it normally is and how much Mona works, it's the comfiest place in all of Tevyat.

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it's over (& over) - y. jungwon x reader

regret tastes better than the taste of nothing at all

PAIRING: idol! y. jungwon x idol! reader GENRE: idol au , unofficial exes to lovers?, angst WORDCOUNT: 2.5 k WARNINGS: slightly suggestive , semi toxic relationship

Stop. Baby don’t stop.

The music trails to an end and you both affix your gaze to the floor, the silence filled only by the puffs of air that slip past your lips, chests rising and falling in tandem. “Holding the ending pose, I guess we really are proper idols now,” you muse silently as you subconsciously count the remaining seconds in your head. 2. 1.

Jaehyun raises his head, yours following in unison to meet his round eyes. They crinkle in prideful glee, and he reaches out to lift you into a spinning embrace, “Ahhhhh, that was our best run yet! We’re gonna fucking eat up the stage,” he cheers, ignoring the way you shriek at the sudden motion.

Your pleas to be put down seem to only fuel Jaehyun further, his boundless energy leading him to speed up until your laughter and screams ring in his ear.

The sound of applause cuts through the air, bringing the both of you to a halt. It’s unenthusiastic, a slow echoing pace that seems more mocking than anything. It seems in your focus and delight, Jaehyun and you had both neglected to notice the audience who had managed to slip into the room.

Jaehyun sets you down gently, observing the way your gaze is transfixed upon the intruder, the subtle curl of your palm into a trembling fist at your side. The man lets his applause cease but his stare holds, a palpable tension as both parties refuse to look away.

Coughing awkwardly, Jaehyun bows in greeting, “Hello, Jungwon sunbae-nim, I apologize for not noticing you sooner. I’m not sure if you remember me but I’m BoyNextDoor’s leader Jaehyun.”

“Ah.” Jungwon turns slightly to acknowledge him, his face twisting in subtle disdain at his interruption. “It’s no problem. If anything I apologize for intruding unannounced, it’s nice to see my juniors practicing so diligently. I almost feel sorry to cut it short but I’ve booked out this practice room for the remainder of the night,” the polite smile pasted on his face nearly fools Jaehyun into disregarding the iciness that clings to his tone.

“If you don’t mind me saying though as your senior, you both should be careful about practicing alone like this without staff. Don’t want to cause reason for a scandal, especially as the respective leaders of your groups.”

The advice is aimed with a pointed glance in your direction and rage bubbles at your core, the sting of your nails digging into your palms doing little to quell the emotion. You snort derisively, “I don’t think you have much room to be talking given our-”

Jaehyun cuts you off with a bright smile, “Thank you for your advice. We’ll keep it in mind.” You shoot a furious glare at Jaehyun but he simply brushes it off, continuing to address Jungwon animatedly, “It seems I’ve lost track of time, I’m expected back at our dorm soon, early schedule tomorrow, you know how it is! Enjoy your practice.”

Jaehyun goes to gather his belongings and you grasp his wrist tugging him back to hiss into his ear, “Jae what the fuck are you doing? Don’t just leave me, you don’t even have a schedule you liar.”

“What I’m doing,” Jaehyun drawls quietly, “Is giving you a chance to talk to him. There’s only so much whining and pining a guy can take from his friend before he starts to go insane, no matter how cute that friend might be.” You’re left gaping as Jaehyun leaves you with a swift pinch to your cheek and a side hug, smirking at how Jungwon’s gaze narrows further at the contact.

You turn, desperate to avoid the eyes that burn into your profile, walking over to the speakers to disconnect your phone from the outlets. You curse the way your fingers tremble, skin prickling with apprehension. Apprehension that Jungwon would speak up, or worse, he'd stay silent.

“Replaced me so quickly Y/N? You sure move on fast.” Jungwon says lightly but you don’t miss the way the chuckle at the end of his sentence sounds empty, pushed out forcibly as if to prevent harsher words from escaping.

“Can’t move on from something that never existed,” you mutter bitterly, eyes flickering up at the mirrored wall at an untimely moment, catching the hurt that tinges Jungwon’s features in the reflection. You wind up the cords quickly, ignoring the way guilt winds similarly around your lungs, constricting until your breath feels stilted.

Scolding yourself mentally for letting your feelings slip, you school your expression into the formal mask reserved for your superiors. “I’ll leave you to it then sunbae, sorry for taking up your time.”

Hastily zipping up your bag, you turn to exit but instead you nearly crash into the breadth of Jungwon’s chest. You stumble back, the cool expanse of the mirror meeting the flushed skin of your back. The jarring sensation does little to distract you from the heat that emanates from Jungwon, the breath that tickles your cheeks as you turn your head in panicked defiance, unwilling to face him.

You feel akin to helpless prey, unaware of when Jungwon had crept up behind you so deftly. He does nothing to restrain you from leaving and yet you’re glued to the spot, mute and frozen as Jungwon breathes you in. His hand grasps your chin gently to guide you to meet his eyes and you’re putty at his touch, relenting easily.

“Stop it Y/N. I know things are different. I know it’s my fault but don’t. Don’t treat me like a stranger,” Jungwon pleads softly. Your fingers twitch with a desire to smooth over the crease that forms between his brows but you refrain, steeling yourself with memories of hurt.

“Things change Jungwon, it’s been over a month since we last saw each other.”

“Forty six days, and some odd hours. I know” Jungwon responds swiftly, recounting all the days on tour he spent staring at your chat log, scrolling through past conversations, willing himself to press the send button, watching the typing bubble appear on your end only for it to disappear.

The reply makes your chest tight with emotion, “Don’t fucking do that,” you snap. “Don’t try to trick me into thinking you still care. That you ever did.”

“But I do,” Jungwon says simply, eyes sincere and head tilting as if to ask you how you could ever doubt him. It hurts. To know that despite the distance and the days that had passed, Jungwon still felt for you as much as he did the day he had left your heart shattered in pieces on the same floor upon which he stood.

“Not enough,” you whisper, lips pressing shut as the quiver of your voice betrays you. Voicing your doubts makes them real, tangible. Forcing you to face the truth that Jungwon might care for you, but not enough to stay.

“Baby,” Jungwon chides and the familiar pet name has your eyes scrunching close, tears slipping past the feeble barrier your lashes provide. The soft pads of Jungwon’s thumbs swipe away the tears that track lines on your cheeks, and if he swipes a bit lower to erase the trace of Jaehyun’s touch from earlier that’s between him and his conscience.

“You know, it’s been so hard for me to stay away from you too, love. At first I was grateful to have the tour and concerts as a distraction but each day I’d find myself craving you more and more. It got harder to deny how much I missed you when I was exhausted to my bare bones and all my mind could supply was memories of you. Missed the way you felt in my arms, even started eating those candies you like so much just to get a hint of the way you tasted on my lips.”

Your eyes flutter open at the rueful admission, finding so much longing and desire pooling behind Jungwon’s darkened eyes that you fluster. It’s reverent the way Jungwon regards you. He’s deified you in his mind, reduced you to a divine being forever out of his reach. Someone he could dedicate his hours to, body and mind but something he couldn't allow himself to indulge in.

And yet you stood in front of him the embodiment of forbidden fruit, begging him to let go of his every inhibition and just give in. “Let's just stop this stupid game then Jungwon, please. If you really care about me as much as you claim to, stop depriving me of you, of us.”

“It’s because I care for you so much that I have to do this darling. I can’t let myself ruin this for you. You’re just starting out, you would get into so much trouble. We’re both leaders, love. You know what that means, we have to carry the weight of the group on our shoulders,” Jungwon reminds you of the same sentiments he’s echoed so many times in the mirror to convince himself of the validity of his actions.

Your skin crawls with shame, you know he’s right, you’re being immature and unreasonable. But how can you respond to reason when sweet confessions and bitter rejections fall from Jungwon’s lips with equal frequency.

“I get it. I owe it to my team to be more responsible. I can’t ask you to risk everything for me. I get it. But you can’t just tell me we can’t be together and leave me in shambles. Then come back and treat me like this. You doing this just makes it harder for me Jungwon, I don’t deserve this, to be left chasing after whatever bits and pieces you find it acceptable to throw at me,” you swipe at your eyes roughly , pushing his fingers off your face. You refuse to feel the soft touch of Jungwon’s hands on your skin while his words drive daggers into your heart.

Jungwon’s gaze is sorrowful when gently holding your wrists to halt your movements. “I know love, I’m sorry. You deserve better, I’m sorry I can’t give you what you want.”

The apologies do little to soothe the ache of rejection and you look at Jungwon in defeat, “Then let me go. Please. Stop talking to me, stop reaching out to me. Just let me go,” you whimper.

Jungwon hesitates, closing his eyes in resignation as he whispers, “I can’t.”

You scoff, twisting your arms out Jungwon’s grasp, irritation pinching at your nerves, “Are you so cruel that you won’t let me have you and you won’t let me move on either?” You attempt at pushing past Jungwon only to find yourself caged in, his hand firm on your waist.

“Move on? With who? That guy from earlier? I can’t accept that either baby, you’re mine. And I'm sorry for being so greedy but I can't stand the idea of you with anyone else but me.” With each sentence Jungwon creeps closer, until you're unsure where his exhales end and your inhales begin.

“I don't want you showing your smile to anyone but me, I don’t want these pretty lips on anyone else's but mine.” His last words are whispered, each syllable leaving a ghost of a breath to sweep against your lips, a silent plea for contact.

You give in, you always do with him, Jungwon has already bridged the distance and all that’s left is for you to let your lips brush against his hesitantly. It’s enough for Jungwon to abandon every principle he’s drilled into his head, pushing you against the mirrored surface with an insistent press of his lips against yours.

The inevitable regret, apologies and goodbyes are forsaken for a fleeting moment when your fingers curl into the strands of hair at the nape of his neck. All that matters is the gasps he draws from you, the soft noises that slip past as Jungwon nips at your bottom lip.

You don't have to open your eyes to feel the weight of Jungwon’s gaze as he pulls away to catch his breath. He takes you in, puffy lips and tousled hair, soft lashes resting against blazing cheeks from the effects of his ministrations. Jungwon's heart swells with a sick sense of pride and relief, knowing that no matter the time or distance that you were apart, he could still reduce you to a smitten mess.

The darkness your closed lids provide amplifies the feeling of the drag of Jungwon’s lips against your skin, trailing kisses down your jaw. “Say you're mine, love. Even if it's not true anymore I need to hear it from you. Please, just one last time.”

You know you should push him away, that this heated moment would become nothing more than another bitter memory. But against your better judgment you could only pull Jungwon closer. “I'm yours,” you admit softly, “I think I always will be.”

The confession feels bitter on your tongue but it's easy to swallow back the shame as Jungwon gives a satisfied hum, latching back onto the base of your throat. At least when he is gone tomorrow, you'd still carry the marks of today, you comfort yourself sullenly.

And maybe it's the bitterness that has you speaking up unwittingly, “I never thought you could be this selfish Jungwon.” You regret the words before they even leave you, and you regret them even more when Jungwon pauses, pulling back up to rest his forehead against yours.

His face pulls into a frown, eyebrows knitting at the ugly realization of how uncharacteristic his behavior was, how he had succumbed to his cravings like a child. “I never knew I could either,” Jungwon starts slowly, taking a step back and swallowing harshly, “not until you.”

His fingers weave through his hair, pushing back the strands harshly, “We shouldn't have done this,” Jungwon mutters and then with renewed steely vigor continues, “We shouldn't be doing this.”

The chill of the air conditioner bites harder without his proximity and you feel the frost settle into your bones. Say something. Ask him to stay. You will yourself but your body refuses to obey, a futile twitch of your fingers is all you can conjure. Instead you opt to chew on the inside of your cheek, the sting providing a distraction for spreading dull ache in your chest.

Jungwon doesn't miss the quiver of your lips, or the tightening of your fingers around your sleeves. His expression twists until his guilt is written all over his face, and somehow that hurts even more.

“I’m yours too Y/N, always-,” he utters pleadingly, and your brow pinches as you wait for the imminent but.

“-but we can’t do this right now, and I'm sorry for being selfish and making this harder on you-”

“Jungwon,” you interrupt quietly, “just go.” Jungwon moves to protest, to step forward and wrap you in his arms again with promises of a future us but you stop him with a firm shake of your head.

And you stand firm, rigid as Jungwon gathers his things, unyielding as he casts you one last helpless look and a whispered apology and turns to leave. It's only when you hear the resounding click of the door slamming shut that you allow yourself to crumble.

a/n: unedited bc i've been putting this off and we go down like men ( i will regret this ik) but i've missed u all lots n i hope u enjoy <3

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buccini555 · 5 months

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𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 – 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬

Part.2

≡ 𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚... The most famous delinquent brothers in school reacting to you by confessing to being in love with both of them.

୨୧ I m a g i n e s!

♡ - ̗̀ ⇢𝐹𝑡. Ran Haitani and Rindou Haitani

That day wasn't being easy for you, putting up with your classmates was becoming increasingly unsustainable, for that reason, while everyone was out of the classroom to enjoy the break, you were stuck with your head at your desk, no longer able to containing your insistent tears, you just allowed them to spread by wetting some pages of your books, you cried in silence in that empty room until you heard that someone had entered the place, even so, you ended up ignoring that feeling of presence, when unexpectedly someone placed their hand on your shoulders.

"I'm sure you look much prettier smiling." The shorter boy said, as soon as you stood up a little scared, your heart beat even faster when you realized that Rindou and Ran were right there in front of you, simply the boys you had always been in love with since the first time. you saw them passing through the school hallway, despite them being a little older than you and being from another class, you and the boys had already been in contact at some school parties.

"What's up? Is everything ok?" Rindou questioned, you shook your head in affirmation, trying to hide your tears and sad expression, however, when you raised your head, you ended up letting your papers fall, so the older boy ended up catching it, ending up seeing that it was a small letter you had written to both of them.

"You dropped your little letter! Um? Is this about us? Won't you mind if I read it?" Ran questioned you with a small smile on his face, standing in front of your desk while Rindou sat next to you, at that moment, you thought your day couldn't get any worse, so you allowed the taller man to finish reading your letter.

"That was extremely sweet, [name]. I won't deny that I liked knowing that you like me and Rindou, I confess that I found you so cute, I don't even know if I deserve all of that." Ran had already noticed your looks, for that reason, he didn't seem surprised at all, unlike Rindou who only believed that you just had a crush on Ran.

"Oh? You like me too? Bro- I'm glad to hear that." Rindou got even closer to you, putting his arm on your shoulder and gently pulling you into a hug, his face was red, but you also couldn't notice that Rindou showed the same redness on his cheeks while only Ran seemed confident in such a situation. .

"I-I... I like you and him" You said right away, shy and with a trembling voice, feeling your body goosebumps for revealing something so intimate on your part, the boys looked at each other and they smiled while you were shaking with nervousness.

"You don't need to be ashamed, for us, it's okay if you don't settle for just one of us, isn't it, Rindou? That way we won't have to fight for you." Ran said, folding his beautiful letter and putting it in his coat pocket.

"Honestly, I don't see any problems either, I think it will be fun." Rindou spoke right after his brother's speech, he couldn't deny that he had already set his eyes on you some time ago.

"What do you think, [name]? Are you sure you want to be with me and my brother? We've been thinking about you for a while now." Ran bent down in front of his table, holding his face and looking directly into his still teary eyes, he made his proposal, the older man's look made you want him even more and after that moment, the sadness in your chest began to melt away.

"Yes! I'm sure." You responded directly while Ran let go of your face, caressing it subtly and Rindou was still watching you gently, seeming to be happy with that obvious discovery.

Soon, the bell ended up ringing, signaling the end of the break, for this reason, their classroom quickly began to fill up again and the boys would have to return to their corresponding classroom.

"So we meet after school at my house, right?" Ran waited for everyone to arrive in the classroom, as soon as he noticed that everyone was looking at him and Rindou, he said goodbye, giving you a brief kiss, making the other girls who had a crush on him bite each other in anger.

"R-right!" Smiling, you said goodbye to both of them, anxious for classes to end soon and also noticing all the looks directed at you.

"Great, I'm looking forward to it." Rindou stood up and kissed her cheek, heading out of the room together with Ran.

Your day definitely improved instantly as you would never have imagined being noticed by them among so many other options.

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nhasablogg · 3 months

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Are you falling in love? I've a feeling you are

Fandom: Red, White and Royal Blue

Characters: Shaan, Henry

Summary: Once Shaan notices Henry's crush on Alex he can't not notice it.

Words: 1.1k

Shaan, despite what people might think, doesn’t spend his days watching Henry. Helping Henry, yes. Being close by and attentive and adapting to what is needed of him from both a professional and a personal standpoint, yes, but he knows the prince needs his space and therefore doesn’t linger unless he needs to. This means it takes him a while longer than he’s willing to admit to realize Henry has a crush on Alex, who always seems to sneer whenever Henry is near. Shaan thinks it might be a problem for only a second before he starts feeling sorry for him instead.

Once he sees it he can’t unsee it. Henry forcing himself to look into Alex’s eyes. Henry fidgeting with his shirtsleeves whenever Alex is near when he thinks no one is looking. Shaan knows that Henry’s gay - got to witness him coming out to him during a very low point when he thought nothing was worth it after his father’s passing. Shaan knows he’s gay and he knows why Henry can’t let it show that he might be falling for the First Son of The United States, but it doesn’t mean that behind the scenes, when he squints and pretends Henry is just a normal 20-something-year-old, it’s not strangely cute how flustered he gets about it. How he seems perfectly fine to never interact with Alex ever again while simultaneously doing everything but somersaults whenever they do.

“Alex is coming, right?”

Shaan looks up from his crossword. Henry’s sitting across from him on the jet, his own face stuck in a book, as if his question was simply a passing thought he’s nearly forgotten about already. But Shaan can see the tint of pink on his cheeks. Can see the way his knee is bouncing.

“I would assume so.” They’re alone in this part of the plane, so neither of them bother with titles or formalities. “I’m sure he will be delighted seeing us there.”

Henry cracks a smile, which makes him look so much younger than he is. Shaan sometimes sees flashes of Henry as a teen, especially when he’s being vulnerable or relaxed. Before the tragedies, when he had an easier time smiling.

“He’s a pain in the arse,” Henry says fondly. They are still teetering on the line between acquaintances and friends, but Shaan expects them to tilt over soon. Expects being dragged to the States more often than not in only a few weeks, which, secretly, he’s quite happy about.

“He can certainly be quite an interesting character.”

Henry snorts and puts his book down. “Tell me about it. The other day he insulted me by calling me pretty. Isn’t that strange?”

Shaan leans back and watches the blush spread over Henry’s face and tries not to smile. “How exactly did he turn it into an insult?”

“He said something along the lines of my face being so pretty he wants to punch it.”

“That sounds like a threat.”

“But then he started laughing.”

“Ah.”

Henry ducks his head, maybe realizing he’s treading dangerous waters. “Maybe it was just an insult.”

“Did you think it was a compliment?”

“No-”

“Did you want it to be a compliment?” Shaan has never tried to approach Henry about his feelings like this before. Not because he thinks he will be overstepping - Henry has spent many drunken nights describing certain activities with slightly too much details to him and Bea - but because he’s not certain if Henry’s coping with this crush by pretending it’s not happening at all. Shaan thinks, rightfully so, that he has enough on his plate already for him to be forcing confessions out of him as well.

But he doesn’t regret what he said, he realizes as Henry snaps his mouth shut. He has a feeling they’re about to see much more of Alex Claremont-Diaz soon, and he needs them both to be prepared for it.

“I, uh.” Henry twists his head to the side, but no one else is around them, and so he turns back to him with a hushed, “Maybe?”

Shaan does smile then. Can’t help it when the prince is sitting bright red in front of him, squirming like a teenager. “Good to know.”

Henry’s laugh is nervous, high pitched and giddy. “God, I’m so fucked, aren’t I?”

Shaan pats his knee. “We’ll figure it out.”

Shaan does watch him now, wondering if Henry will be able to handle the blooming friendship. He admitted to how long he’d been crushing on Alex and Shaan mentally facepalmed at not having caught it.

“It’s okay,” Henry said with a laugh. “I was very good at hiding it. I do admit it was easier when we only saw each other twice a year though.”

So Shaan now watches him to make sure his feelings are hidden well enough and hates himself for it.

It’s different when they’re alone and Shaan can hear their laughter through closed doors, sometimes with Nora and June and Pez and Bea. Whatever Henry chooses to display then is up to him, though Shaan has a theory that Henry would rather die than confess to having feelings for Alex. It’s a bit of a shame, because Shaan is pretty certain Alex has a crush on him too, but doesn’t really know it yet himself. But the times he gets to watch them, whether they’re in a booth or walking through corridors, and Alex goes out of his way to touch Henry (which Henry will be freaking out over later, he’s sure), he notices how Henry leaning into the touch doesn’t deter Alex at all. On the contrary he seems to start touching him even more, all arms slung over shoulders and knees knocking into knees and squeezes to sides and thighs once he realizes Henry’s ticklish. Shaan watches his prince giggle under Alex’s hands and is struck with such sadness that he has to keep this hidden.

Shaan keeps watching them, mostly to make sure no one catches them. Seeing Henry happy and in love is just a bonus. Because he is 99% sure Henry’s in love with Alex and that their friends with benefits situation is going to ruin him if it ends badly. He watches them and tries to determine if this is simply a good time for Alex, and he feels it isn’t. He feels he’s just as into it, just as invested, and then Henry of course starts pulling back because he can’t for the life of him figure out how he will be able to keep this up while living the type of life he’s living. Shaan hates that he can’t blame him for it.

For a while, before Henry tries to end things, it’s all hotel rooms and secret meetings and flying across the ocean too many times than he can count. It becomes a bit tedious, but Shaan never complains. Not when Henry all but glows every time he sees Alex.

“I’m not glowing,” he protests when Shaan brings it up, and Shaan doesn’t say anything about the way he smiles when he says it.

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BTS Reaction || Laying On Your Chest [Request]

⤜Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - August 2022

⤜MASTERLIST

SEOKJIN:

The moment you heard the door click shut you knew you had to be ready for Jin. You quickly moved so there was space for him on the bed and he came rushing into the bedroom, smirking when he found you waiting for him. This had all of a sudden become a part of your routine. He would finish work, get home and come and rest his head on your chest, there was never anything sexual about it. It was a form of intimacy that Jin had just happened to adore doing with you. The bed shifted as he climbed up beside you, gently laying his head down on your breasts,

"Long day?" You quizzed as you began to run your fingers over his arms, his head slowly nodding as you cuddled closer to you,

"Too long," He mumbled as he began to tell you all about his long day. Neither of you cared that his head was cuddled closer to your body while he talked.

YOONGI:

"This wasn't funny the first time and it's not funny now," You warned as you glanced down at your boyfriend who had his eyes half open. Yoongi looked as though he was one second away from passing out,

"I'm not trying to be funny," He mumbled into your breasts, making you giggle at the small vibration it gave off. This was all he ever did whenever he came home after you and found you laying on your bed. He'd make his way over to you, sit down and lay his head gently on your chest. The first time he'd done it he claimed it was an "accident" and all of the times after that it was for comedic purposes.

"You look tired," You mentioned, carefully moving the book you were holding onto the bedside cabinet and running your hands down Yoongi's back as he continued to get comfortable.

"I am," He mumbled tiredly making you let out a small laugh, you looked at the time. It was barely even 10 pm but you knew the boys had all been working hard lately,

"Get some sleep," You whispered, your fingers still trailing up and down his back gently, small hums falling from his lips as he fought himself to fall asleep.

"I-I'll move in a minute," He grumbled but you shook your head,

"Just sleep here, it's okay." You whispered, pressing a small and gentle kiss to the top of his head. If this was where he was comfortable the most then this was where he was going to stay, you didn't have a problem with it in the slightest.

HOSEOK:

"Don't you find it annoying?" Namjoon suddenly asked, you slowly turned your attention to the member and shook your head with a frown. You had no idea what he was talking about,

"What?" You quizzed with a laugh but Namjoon simply pointed to where Hoseok was sitting. Sitting as close to you as possible was your boyfriend, his head on your chest as he closed his eyes and fell asleep.

"Not at all, I kind of love it actually," You admitted as you continued to carefully comb your hands through your boyfriend's hair as he slept on you. This used to bother you a lot but not anymore, you'd grown to love that Hoseok adored falling asleep on you like this.

"It's sweet, he comes home and just wants to be close with me," You whispered before stopping your hands and turning to look back at Namjoon who was smiling softly. Even he had to admit it was nice to see Hoseok looking so relaxed around you.

NAMJOON:

"So relaxing," Namjoon hummed out softly as he closed his eyes, his head resting against your chest as you let out a small whine in protest to it all,

"For you maybe, but not for me," You mumbled trying not to sound annoyed at his action. This had somewhat become a regular occurrence for Namjoon and yourself and it wasn't something you could get pissed off at. Namjoon just enjoyed getting to be so close to you and relaxed,

"It's not my fault your boobs are so comfy," He smirked before gently pushing on your boobs as if he was fluffing a pillow making you groan out at him and slowly push him away.

"I told you never to do that again," You whined loudly, crawling away from him as he chased after you,

"I'm sorry, bring back my pillow!" He cried out making you laugh.

JIMIN:

It was something the two of you did a lot, he would sleep against your chest or even just lay there whenever Jimin wanted to feel closer to you,

"Park Jimin, if you even try it I will scream bloody murder," You warned as you watched your completely drenched in sweat boyfriend stalking his way toward you. The boys had just finished a show and it was safe to say that Jimin stunk of sweat and you didn't want him anywhere near you,

"If you loved me, you'd let me hug you right now." He smirked devilishly before rushing over to you, you barely had time to react before he had his head pushed against your chest. Snuggling closer to you until all you could smell was his sweat and even feel it against your skin.

"You're so gross," You mumbled pulling a disgusted face as he smirked up at you, winking playfully as he kept his eyes on you,

"Just means that the two of us can shower together,"

"Get your head out of the gutter, Park," You heard Taehyung mumble as he walked into the changing rooms to see the two of you sitting so close together,

"Tae....Save me," You choked out your words, dramatically acting out before Jimin tickled your sides making you squeal out.

TAEHYUNG:

"Taehyung," You whined rather loudly, drawing the attention of the other members as they all turned to look at you and your boyfriend. It was a particularly hot day and you'd planned on sitting on the sun lounger beside the boy's pool for a few hours. You didn't want to get into the pool since Jin was working on some food and you figured he would need some help soon,

"I fell," Taehyung lied as he continued to rub his head against your chest, snuggling closer to you as you let out a disgruntled groan. It wasn't the fact that he was drenched but also the fact that it was almost 38°C and you were doing your best to stay cool. Your boyfriend's body so close to yours was not helping you at all.

"You fell into my boobs?" You whined slowly pushing him away as you felt the hot air suddenly hitting you all over again.

"What's the big deal, you let me at home." He chuckles before you felt your body heating up at the mention of what you let Taehyung do in the comfort of your own home.

"At home, it's not 38°C and I don't have eyes staring at us," You pouted looking at Taehyung who was now noticing all of his friends staring at the two of you.

"Then let's go home so we can cuddle," He mumbled suddenly not wanting to stick around while you had attention on your amazing body.

"No, you got me wet so now I'm going to swim and you can go and cuddle Namjoon's chest." You told him smugly before going to dive into the pool.

JUNGKOOK:

Whenever it happened Jungkook liked to claim he was innocent in the matter, staring up at you with the big bunny eyes he had and smiling.

"That doesn't work on me anymore," You shook your head while you smiled down at your boyfriend. It was kind of sweet that whenever he would come home for the day he would instantly hunt for you and lay his head on your chest. Even if you were just standing and cooking in the kitchen like you were right now,

"I'm not even sat down Kookie...You sure you don't want to wait until I've finished cooking and we can cuddle?" You suggested but he never moved, he simply shook his head at you.

"Just want to stand here and then I'll shower," Something he always said and never did. It could be hours or even all night before Jungkook would move away from you sometimes. He just wanted to enjoy the feeling of having you with him, hearing your heart beating against his ear. It was something loving he'd always longed for throughout his day.

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danses-with-dogmeat · 9 months

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C is for -- Charon

Oh, Charon 🥺

I just adore this guy, and still, I cannot believe how close it was between him and Boone on this poll. But either way is a win in my book, really😅

And here is the 2k event masterlist, for your browsing pleasure!

But I hope y'all love this! Just make sure to check out the rating 😉

Pair: Charon x F!Lone

Dialogue Prompt: “Can you just hold me for a moment?”

Word: Care

Rating: NSFW

Category: Fluff

Word Count: 1.6k

NSFW below, minors, please do not interact!

“Charon–”

Lone’s strained voice sent another shock down the ghoul’s searing spine. He gritted his teeth, his strong fingers clenching her thigh tightly where he held her legs open for him, where his broad hips slotted between them with every forceful thrust.

“Say it again.” He growled, his grip like iron, his expression focused on staving off that great feeling of release, in favor of tipping his partner over the edge first and foremost.

“Charon, fuck,” She breathed out heavily, her mesmerizing chest rising and falling rapidly with his jostling, with her own jerky movements, the bucking of her hips pushing him deeper into her, and following him still as he pulled back.

Close. She’s so close.

Charon's eyes closed briefly, as he allowed his head to fall back, to soak in the mere feeling of her body beneath his. The warmth of her thighs and her ass, pressed flush against him, the softness of her smooth skin against his own rugged planes of flesh, his firm, calloused hands pressing divots into her yielding plushness.

The small, stone room within the abandoned house reeked of their lewd activities, and in it, he felt the slickness of her sweat, he reveled in the sweet sound of her keening moans, and the way her walls gripped him… Like she never wanted him to leave her.

It took effort to haul himself in and out of her tightness, but the way she reacted when he hit that sweet spot deep inside her, when the roughness of his skin rubbed her just right, he couldn’t take it.

Charon’s eyes sprang open again, his grip on her thigh tightened to the point of bruising, and he brought his free hand to her center. Expertly, his fingers delved between her lower lips, and began to press firm circles over the sensitive nub he found there.

He braced himself again, as Lone’s hips flew up off the old, creaky mattress, her own fingers tightening against the fabric until they paled, her eyes rolling back as lightning seemed to explode up her spine.

Charon groaned at the way her heat pulsed around him, as she came undone with the press of his fingers. He held onto her tightly as she rode out her pleasure, his stark eyes unblinking as he absorbed the rapturous sight beneath him. He usually made it a point not to ogle his employer– his partner.

Right.

‘Were together now,’ she’d told him. Almost a month ago; still, for one as old as him, one who was as set in his ways as a person could be, it took Charon some getting used to.

But he respected the hell out of her, no matter the nature of her personal relation to him. He’d seen enough of the way the other wasteland assholes treat young women, he’d ended enough of those interactions himself… He wouldn’t be a part of that problem, not like others had sometimes forced him to be. And yet… There were certain special times, where he let his eyes linger on her seemingly just as disrespectfully, where he let those feelings surrounding her engulf him, he let the sensations flow through his body and become evidence of the attraction he felt for her.

But therein lay the difference between him and them. He'd never disrespect her, beyond a bit of a gawking look, that is. But beyond that? Charon would give his life for Lone, and not just because of that scrap of paper she held. He would do or be whatever she needed most, any time that she asked, simply because she was Lone, and the way she allowed him to be this?

To show her how he felt, truthfully?

She was the first smoothskin– or person Charon felt this sort of affection for in… who the hell knows how long?

Now was one of those times, though. When-- despite his respect, his affection, the rareness, the novelty of being with her in the first place-- he let himself really look at her. The way her breasts heaved, glossy and picturesque with sweat, the way her delicate brows furrowed and shielded her eyes from him, the way her mouth hung open, releasing wanton gasps that, when they met Charon's ears, left his stomach tightening and his cock throbbing with need. Need to tip over his own threshold and into the same such pleasure he saw her enveloped in.

“Lone…” Charon’s low voice sounded from his chest, and he felt another shudder pass through her body and into his. Felt that heavenly gush of slick around him, felt the way she constricted him again, before her body fell, lax and tingling, back against the mattress.

Her eyes blinked open, dark and sensual with the way her pupils were blown out with the pleasure he’d just wrought from her.

“Hm?” She hummed, almost absently.

“Where?” His bright, intense eyes stayed locked to her glossy ones as he began to thrust into her relaxed body once again, with a renewed vigor. Lone grimaced slightly as she felt his cock drag along her walls, feeling every rough sensation amplified by her own recent release.

“A-anywhere, just– ah, just not inside.”

He gave a gruff nod, before setting his grip upon her hips, and pulled her forward into him, instantly picking up his pace as she gripped onto the mattress for dear life.

“God, Charon. Fuck, not too–”

“Almost. There.” He grunted, feeling his member swelling further with each harsh thrust, each blissful drag of her hot, tight walls around him.

He slammed in, one more time, before fully wrenching his cock out of her, just in time to spill his release onto the foot of the mattress.

Charon continued kneeling, allowing himself just a moment to breathe, to let that feeling of relief wash over him as one hand gripped his throbbing member, giving it a couple final jerks, until he was fully spent. His eyes darted to Lone, noting the way small tremors still ran through her body, and damn-near smirking at that blissed out look upon her face.

She’d closed her eyes, he noticed, as he stood up and gathered his clothes, already beginning to dress and prepare to take watch while his partner slept soundly behind him.

He’d only managed to haul his pants up over his hip bones, when he heard a small voice sound through the dim.

“Charon?”

“Hm?” He stepped over to the mattress, his brow furrowed as he looked down at her.

Lone’s hair was mussed, her eyes tired, her voice almost as raspy as his own.

She needs to rest, after all that.

He had to stop himself from looking visibly pleased at the thought.

“Do you… do you have to go on watch right now?”

Charon knelt down, as she sat up on the mattress. Meeting one another in the middle.

Distractedly, the ghoul found his hand moving to her arm, rubbing over a healing mark there. Maybe from some scuffle with raiders or mirelurks, maybe from him, he didn’t know.

Have to be more careful… He recalled his grip on her thigh earlier, and on her hips. She’ll bruise from that, too.

“Charon?”

Her voice hit him, and he looked back up to her with a shrug.

He should go on watch. It’s what he was supposed to do, if he was going to protect her. But the terms of their agreement had changed so much over the months…

“Well… Instead of that, do you think you could, um…”

She was always so strong, outspoken, usually so direct. It had surprised him in the beginning, knowing the soft vault life she’d come from. But he’d always admired it.

This behavior though… It was strange.

“Is something wrong?” He heard himself ask, even as one rough hand continued to stroke over her skin.

“N-no, I just… Can you just hold me? For a moment? It doesn’t have to be long, but…”

“Yes.” He stopped her. It sounded as though she were going to explain herself, try and justify this request, that to any other partner should be more than reasonable. It was expected, he was sure.

But with me…

Not for the first time in their relationship, not even for the first time that night, Charon found himself wondering what she saw in him. What she wanted from him.

But this… in a way, it helped him understand.

She truly sees me as her partner. Not an asset, not a bodyguard or a beast of burden, not a weapon, not a means to an end.

But an equal.

It was something that was going to take some getting used to.

“I don’t want to make you uncomfortable, or anything. I know we’re never mushy like this, really, but I don’t know, tonight, I just…”

“It’s alright.”

Lone moved over a bit on the mattress, making room for his bulk as Charon settled, albeit a bit uncomfortably, beside her. The mattress stopped supporting him almost as high as his knees, but Charon tried not to pay mind to it.

No, like he had earlier, he tried to ground himself in her.

Lone moved closer to him as he settled, and Charon’s arm snaked around her shoulders as her hands seamlessly wound about his bare waist. Her puffy cheek pressed into the firmness of his chest, and he felt the soft puffs of breath over his ruined skin lulling him into a blissful state of quietude.

A heavy sigh escaped her, and he felt any stiffness left in her body vacate, as she melted into his shared contact.

It was something he never knew he might come to enjoy. Never dared to want, not with the people he usually found himself close to. But this… Charon felt that he may just be able to get used to it.

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captjprice · 6 months

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Simon “Ghost” Riley x Reader

He's confused.

a/n : Just a small drabble before I start working on longer one-shots. I hope I did him justice 🥹 can be read as platonic or romantic

To define the relationship that you and Simon have is.. complicated. You're no strangers, definitely not, but you're closer than friends. Then again, "best friends" seems like a childish term to place onto what you two have.

It took him a while to open up to you about even the smallest things, and they were usually out of thin air, too. Like he'd decided to just risk it and tell you that vulnerable little detail.

It's chilly outside, you notice as you step onto the balcony of the temporary stay for the Task Force. Simon's leaning on the railing, puffing a cigarette. You can't really tell if it's his breath or the smoke he lets out that forms a tiny cloud. Might as well be both. "Ghost," You greet, although it's rather just to let him know you're there, since he isn't really fond of conversation. Not with anyone, it seems. Except for Mactavish.

Simon perks up at the sound of his callsign, turning to look at you with those same calm eyes. He's silent, goes back to taking a drag of his cigarette before offering it to you. "Y/n," He greets back. You take a quick drag of the cigarette before passing it back to him. "You alright, Ghost?" You ask, tilting your head to observe him. Despite asking this question, you know he'll always answer with the same 'i'm fine'. He gives a slow nod. "I'm alright." Simon pauses, then turns to you. "You can call me Simon, yeah?"

To you, it was just a little glimpse into knowing what Simon could be like if he knew he could trust you. But you felt no rush for it. All in it's own time, you supposed.

Simon was settled on the sofa beside you now in the main hall, not really doing anything. Just.. staring out infront of him. You've noticed that since that interaction on the balcony, he's been hanging around you more and more. He just sits next to you in silence, looking at you or the wall. In his own way, it's sort of sweet. You flip the page of the book you're reading, not noticing that Simon's turned to you. You're oblivious to it until he speaks up.

"Y/n." You perk up, looking at him. "Yeah?" you reply, not really expecting to get a conversation out of it. "Why do you do this?" He asks, and you pause. Have you done something wrong? "Sorry, what?" You mutter in confusion, with furrowed brows as you place the book aside. "Sit here. Tolerating my silence." He grunts out, sounding frustrated with himself. You raise a brow. Why in godsname would his silence be a problem? "What? Why wouldn't I tolerate your silence?" You mumble out, shifting to turn to him completely.

Simon lets out a faint breath, looking back at the wall, then at you. "You could be hangin' around someone else, you know. Makin' conversation." He mutters. You huff. "I don't want conversation. I'm fine with you and your broody silence." Your sentence makes him frown, it seems, although it's hard to read him with the balaclava on. "You're a lonely piece of shit." Simon mumbles, but you notice he looks a little more relaxed in his seat now. "Says you." You shoot back. Silence falls over the two of you, like usual. It's been a good amount of time, and you're sucked back into your book when you hear him talk again.

"You really don't mind?"

He almost sounds a little nervous, and it makes you smile slightly. "No, I really don't. I enjoy your presence, silent or not." You reply, and to that he simply nods. However, the way he positions himself just a little closer to you on the sofa lets you know that it means a lot more to him that he lets on.

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#simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #cod mw2 #cod x reader #fluff #feelings #oneshot #ghost #ghost cod #simon riley x you #sweet

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thegoblinboy · 10 months

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I’m going to toss my hand in and try something new let me know if it makes sense. Also, I wasn’t sure what to tag so I tagged a little bit of everything lol.

Gareth was on book return duty. Taking a book from the over-growing pile of books, opening the back to check when it was taken out. Before going to the persons name and stamping that they returned the book.

Moving his ringed fingers up he swooped his hair off to the side a bit. Not sure if he enjoyed the middle part yet, deciding to give up on the product and just let it fall loosely down the sides of his face.

Moving he picks up the hobbit next. Tapping his fingers to the rhythm of a Black Sabbath song. While Eddie seemed to be going through a hard core Metallica phase Gareth was enjoying the stonerish vibes of early Black Sabbath. While he preferred Ozzy, Eddie enjoyed Dio more. If the Dio shirt sewn on the back his vest said anything.

Flipping the book over, a piece of paper falls out of the book. Groaning Gareth rolls his eyes as he moves bending down and picking up the face down page that had landed itself on the carpet. Kids really needed to fucking learn how to remember to pull shit out of their books before returning them because Gareth was not going to go on a witch hunt to return shit.

Glancing down he raises a eyebrow feeling rather impressed with the drawing in front of him. Looking around he was curious to see if who ever returned this book would still be here. He moves rolling back to the desk quickly as he checks who had the book last.

Will Byers.

The kid must have forgotten to pull it out, using it as a book mark. It was a pretty sick drawing of a boy. Who after a moment or staring Gareth recognizes as Mike. He snaps his fingers as he spins in a celebratory circle of knowing who it was. It was a very detailed piece of work, a little sad as he looks closer. Noticing scratch marks from where the pencil dug into the page a little to much, leaving not only scratches but little idents as well.

He carefully folds it back up, hoping that it wasn’t to weird to be carrying around a fellow hellfire club members portrait. Gareth had heard Will also played but it seemed like he was avoiding the club.

Who knows and who fucking cares.

Gareth decides to make an acception just this once. It would be a pity if this drawing was thrown away. So he uses his library access to look up the kids locker number. Abusing his powers if you will, as the stupid thing makes a soft beeping noise as it loads up. Rolling his eyes he slams the side of the computer a little before groaning loudly when he realizes he’s only made it go much slower.

Huffing to himself he begins to work on returning the other books. Forgetting about the whole thing until he went to shut the computer off. Quickly scribbling the number down and sliding that along with the drawing as he gets ready to leave. Picking up his flannel vest and sliding it over his shoulders as he picks his bag up and starts to leave. On a mission to get this drawing slid into the locker. But his plans are forgotten as Eddie stumbles in a run, nearly knocking him over in the process.

“What the fuck Eddie!” He sounds annoyed, glaring his best resting bitch face at the other who simply grins. Softening Gareth’s reaction just a smidge as he shakes his head trying to stay annoyed with the other as he begins to close the library doors. School had been let out almost a hour ago, so why was Eddie still in the school.

“I need your help, I have this friend right. And I’m trying to get him to read the hobbit. And well he has this problem. Where he can’t see the tiny words … and read at all because the words move. I heard there were talking books. Hypothetically where would I get one of those Gare bear.” His ringed hands are clamped shut, in a sign of pleading. He’s pretty sure the guy was going to drop to his knees and start begging for his help.

Gareth rolls his eyes as he pops the library key in his pocket. Forgetting about the two papers inside as he raises a eyebrow. “You mean audiobooks?” His tone is a smidge patronizing but that was just Gareths lack of self awareness when it comes to tone.

“Yes that!” Eddie snaps his finger as he moves to wrap his arm around Gareths shoulder, slowly beginning to move him around a bit. Ignoring the uncomfortable look the other has just for a second before quickly pulling back when he realizes his mistake. “Sorry Gary, wasn’t thinking.”

“Kind of hard to do that with no brain.” Gareth says in a slightly dull tone. He was exhausted and ready to go home. Curl up in a ball and watch Voltron or something that was really easy to digest because there was no working brain cell in his head right now. Something that was very typical of him after reading so many names in one sitting.

“Oh you pain me Care Bear. You pain me so.” Eddie dramatically tosses his head back before he straightens up a bit more serious. “Though where would I find these ‘audiobooks’?” He puts quotations around the name as he does a side shuffle down the hall so he could keep looking at Gareth.

“Hawkins free library, should be a small pile. If they don’t have the hobbit then you’re going to have to read it to this person.” Gareth says, grin pulling its way to his face as he watches Eddie grow flustered.

“No can’t do that, um- okay! Thank you Sir Gare’alot, you’re character shall have many rewards if this pans out.” Eddie salutes before he’s stumbling backwards and sprinting down the halls before a teacher caught him.

Gareth rolls his eyes as he leaves the school, forgetting all about the drawing until it fell out on his bedroom floor. Pinching his eyebrows together he groans as he realizes that he was going to have to return it first thing in the morning or else it was never going to be returned.

Which he does as he fiddles with his drumsticks in one hand and carry’s the folded paper with the other. Grumbling under his breath as he realizes the boy was currently at his locker. Silently pulling books from the top shelf as he gets ready for first class. Gareth should be to but this was something he had to do, his brain was refusing to let him back out.

Sliding up against the lockers he tries to muster his best Eddie impression but instead he ends up seemingly more bitchy then before. “Think you forgot this in your library return.” He says tilting his head a little as he holds the paper out between his two fingers. Watching the shy boys eyes grow wide, face blooming red as he snatches it quickly and hides it in his locker. Hands shaking and he looks like he’s about to piss himself.

Gareth realizes now that this situation could be misread, he really should start to look out for every outcome possible as he groans. Pulling his flannel out like a drug dealer with a trench-coat. Revealing the little rainbow pin that hides itself on his belt loop. Wills shoulders relax a bit as Gareth moves awkwardly patting his back.

“It’s cool man, but Mike fucking Wheeler?” He teases with a amused smile. “Way more sheep in the sea or whatever,” he grumbles a little with a soft flush to his cheeks as he stumbles over his words with the way the other looks at him.

“Freak!” A fit of laughter is heard right before Gareth is slammed into the locker. Groaning as he glared at the guy who did it. Moving to throw his drum stick at the back of the assholes head before Will stops him. Hand barley wrapped around his wrist to stop him.

“Not worth it man, only going to get your stick broken.” Will says gently as he lets go of his hand before stepping back a little closing his locker door. Gareth felt so embarrassed, heart racing as he wished he could meet someone new without some asshole ruining it for him.

“So, freak huh?” Will asks gently with a soft smile. “I don’t know if you’ve heard but I’m Zombie boy.” He awkwardly holds his hand out for the other to shake.

Gareth furrows his eyebrows before he decides the other wasn’t picking on him. Wrapping his hand around the other in a shake as he grins gently. “Sounds like we are from some marvel comic, freak and zombie boy.” He jokes. Watching the way the others eyes bright up with excitement.

The damn breaking as they both start to talk about everything and anything they can within ten minutes. Info dumping as much as possible.

So I set this up to where that it could be purely platonic greatwise with byler in the background or romantic greatwise with one sided byler. It’s up to interpretation (: for that, I just wanted Will to make a friend.

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Hi, i really love your posts, i was wondering if you could perhaps do dating jess mariano hc’s. No problem if you dont want to but anything for jess would be amazing🤍

𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐑.

d a t i n g j e s s m a r i a n o h c!

pairings! jess mariano x fem! reader

a/n! oh my goddd i love him so fucking much guys. it’s practically an illness at this point. anyways i hope i did you justice ;)

+ being with stars hollow's own troublemaker was a front page story itself

+ everyone told you your heart would get broken and to not fall for such a rebellious kid

+ but he’s so much more than a gnome stealer with good music taste

+ he always brought you food when you were alone

+ and honestly got a little flushed when you walked into the diner one day in a mini skirt

+ he'd never admit it though

+ but he pulled you into the supply closet and placed kisses all over like he'd lose you in ten seconds if he didn't

+ "is it my birthday today?”

+ getting caught by luke right before the good stuff was gonna happen

+ "really you two? you're that rabid that you couldn't have gone upstairs? you're on food kids, this is a business. you can't multiply next to my cheese!”

+ jess pulling you out of the room before you could apologize (taking luke's advice and taking you upstairs)

+ making you a tape of some random songs that made him think of you

+ lots of the strokes, the smiths, inhaler, nirvana, pixies, and a bunch of random rock songs

+ obviously and i love her by kurt cobain

+ can't forget a few halestorm songs

+ a random knock at your window while you brushed through your hair made your head turn, already knowing who it was

+ he was sat there and raised his eyebrows at you as you opened the windows and he pressed a kiss to your lips

+ he handed you the tape, laying on your bed in the process

+ he denied whenever you teased him for the sweet gesture

+ even though it was all true

+ random visits through your window on a daily basis

+ your mom heard them nearly everytime but did nothing to stop the interaction as long as you were using protection

+ walks through stars hollow with his arm around you are by far his favorite activity

+ besides maybe reading together by a tree

+ ooh and gifting you books he annotated for you while he should have been working

+ taking little pins that say weird shit from record shops and putting them on your bag and on his jacket

+ so you're like always together

+ falling asleep on the phone and luke finding jess after he closed up, cuddling the phone to his ear

+ and don’t worry, he didn’t let his little lovebot forget

+ when you guys were just friends, he stole a photo booth slide from your mirror and kept it in his nightstand every since

+ and not for any weird reason but simply to see that pretty smile whenever he pleased

+ getting pissed off whenever you interact with a guy your age

+ even if you're just being polite or doing your job, he's all "hi" and giving you a wet kiss to make sure that guy knows

+ getting a stick and poke of your initial on his hand because he can. he's jess.

+ and since you're not quite there yet, you wrote his initals on your favorite pair of sneakers

+ "why did you yell at that guy at work he won't talk to me now?" "i told him if he did talk to you... i'd cut his tongue out and make him swallow it." "very mature jess, your psycho is showing." "good, thought i lost my touch."

+ calling into radio stations or camping out by himself just to get you concert tickets

+ luke trying to take a picture of the both of you

+ you smiling awkwardly while jess is simply annoyed but looks over at you, his eyes softening and a small smile falling on his face

+ that picture being framed above the fireplace the two of you share in new york <333

#gilmore girls #jess mariano x reader #lorelai gilmore #teddypickerry #jess mariano #rory gilmore #jess mariano x y/n #luke danes #jess mariano headcannons

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ch3rrysuck3r · 1 year

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need more eddie roundtree fics on this website i’ll take anything from light smut to tooth-rotting fluff but please

OF COURSE DARLING!! your wishes r my commands. I've got a few requests for him, as soon as I get those out there's Eddie content for u guys!!

FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF cause my man is not happy enough tbh. (Don't worry tho, i have some smut requests i hope I get out this week!!)

ALSO, lets pretend Cami and Eddie never slept together, for the sake of their happiness. Eddie's hate for Billy simply comes from feeling like a second class citizen in a first class resort, like in the book!

Forever here, with you

Y/N Roundtree: Look, I love you. But I hated Billy. I say 'hated' because I haven't seen him in years, but, he was a proper asshole. I hope he's honest about that. You have no idea how many times I've had to keep Eddie from killing him.

Eddie Roundtree: He would be dead, probably, if it wasn't by Y/N. I think she might've been the one think that kept me grounded during the band. That kept it going for me. (Pause) Actually, no, I don't think. I know.

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The band is playing in Las Vegas, for a sold out venue. It's one of their first shows for the tour, but so far, it's been going great.

The River is coming to an end, which means also is the show. As the final note plays, Billy is quick to thank the fans and leave stage, everyone following behind.

I start making my way to the back, where I'll be taken backstage. I finally reach the band once I'm out of the ocean of sweaty bodies and past security. As I make my way towards Eddie, I see Billy saying something to him and storming off. I can see Eddie's face from here, and he doesn't seem to be very happy. He is not angry, either, as he usually is after arguments with Billy.

"Hey!" I greet once I reach him, and his face lights up a little.

"Hey, gorgeous." His arms lift me up and spin me around, hugging me as tight as they can.

"Everything alright, Ed?"

He sighs deeply and rubs my arm. "Let's go back to the hotel, please?"

"Of course."

The hotel isn't that far away and the band was probably going to hang out backstage for a few more hours, so we decided to walk. It is a starry Tuesday night and the streets are not as busy. The shiny signs are enough to light the sidewalks. It's a silent walk. I know he's got things to say but I also know that any problem between him and Billy is too bad to talk about in public.

It doesn't take long to reach the Las Vegas Hilton, the receptionist greets us and I offer him a small smile. Eddie and I go into the elevator, hand in hand, and soon reach the comfort of our room.

I lay in bed and he needily cradles my body and sets himself on top of it, wrapping me in a bear hug. I run my fingers through his sweaty hair, feeling his chest rise and fall steadily.

"He didn't let me change some notes on the bass"

I sadden at the thought, knowing how sad this type of thing actually makes him feel. I try my best to comfort him with my actions as I think about something to say.

"He is an idiot."

He laughs against my neck and I smile a little.

"Okay, but actually; I know he gets to you and you have every reason to be as mad as you are. But you love the band, Eddie. And they need you. I am here for you, whenever and forever, you know that."

"I love you." He rasps onto my ear, lifting his head and pecking my lips. He holds both my arms against the headboard with a hand and keeps filling my face with quick kisses. I laugh andbfeel his lips against my teeth.

He abruptly stops and looks at me, in all seriousness.

"Marry me?"

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Y/N: "What?!" (Laughs) I didn't know if he was being serious or not.

Eddie: Of course I was being serious. I knew I wanted to marry that woman the day I met her. I just had to wait for long enough to not seem a weirdo.

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"Marry me?" He repeats the question with a laugh. My eyes water and I hug him. "Is that a 'yes'?"

"Of course it is a 'yes'."

"Great, let's go."

"Right now?!" He shoots me his million dollar smile.

"Of course right now, I can't wait to marry you."

I blush at the comment and make my way towards my suitcase, busting it open to look for something that may work like wedding attire.

"You do that, I'll go call Warren."

"Can you ring up Karen and Daisy for me, please?"

"Of course darling." He walks behind my body that seats on the floor. His hand grabs my neck, turning upwards my head and leaning down to give my lips a quick peck before leaving the room to look for a telephone booth.

I decide to wear a silver, long-sleeved dress. It's transparent enough you can see the outline of what's underneath, but I doubt it will matter. It reaches mid-thigh and is loose on my shoulders. I keep on the black boots I'm wearing and apply a bit of gloss to my lips. I see Eddie come back into the room in a forest green suit, no shirt underneath.

We both admire each other quietly. He clears his throat, eyes not leaving my body. I don't intend to peel mine off of his either.

"Warren was in his room, he let me borrow this so he's walking with us. Daisy and Karen are on their way to the chapel right now, they are taking Graham with them."

I thank him with a quick smile and kiss.

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Warren Rojas: I don't remember much of that wedding, either. I know it didn't take us long to arrive to the chapel, tho. It was one of those classic ones in Las Vegas.

Karen Sirko: It was a beautiful chapel, very traditionally Vegas.

Graham Dunne: I remember Elvis Presley married them. (Laughs) Not actually him, you know. He'd pass a little less than a year before...great man.

Daisy Jones: I...don't remember much. (Laughs) I spent most of after the shows getting high and drunk. But I do remember that, once they said 'I do', Eddie picked her up in his arms and ran to the hotel, that was a few buildings down the street. We all ran behind them, screaming and popping champagne.

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"Eddie Roundtree, do you take Y/N L/N to be your unlawfully wedded wife? To love, cherish and respect 'till the end?"

He grins at me and I do the same. "I do."

"Y/N L/N, so you take Eddie Roundtree to be your unlawfully wedded husband? To love, cherish and respect 'till the end?"

"I do."

"Then by the power given to me five minutes ago by this cheap chapel, I pronounce you Mr. and Mrs. Roundtree. You may kiss the bride; I've got to attend another one of this."

We laugh and then kiss, cheers erupt from our drunk friends that stand besides us.

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Billy Dunne: No, I was not invited to the wedding. I also couldn't care less, honestly. I always knew Eddie had something against me, I just payed no mind. I never had anything against him, I always tried to make him happy.

Eddie: We did actually get married, by the way. After the band split up an everything.

Y/N: It was the best day of my life. After the day our daughter was born, of course. But that's a story for another time.

#daisy jones and the six #djats #djats x reader #eddie roundtree #eddie roundtree x reader #eddie x reader #warren rhodes #warren rojas #daisy jones #karen sirko #graham dunne #billy dunne #camila alvarez

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