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sbc-moved · 1 year

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Ok here's a thing

An Overwatch op goes sideways and Staci gets captured by the Deadlock Gang. She wakes up tired to a chair surrounded by the gang. Ashe walks in like the absolute boss she is, repeater on her shoulder, brimming with charisma and malice.

She starts the usual "What've we got here?" intimidating spiel, calling her demeaningly affectionate names, making thinly veiled threats, etc. Except after a while the gang notices she's not threatening or intimidating anymore, she's just paying Staci legit complements in a menacing tone.

Staci, meanwhile, has not been listening at all because she's just staring at this beautiful cowgirl. Mesmerized by her immaculately painted lips and piercing eyes.

The gang (plus Bob) stand there uncomfortably all the while.

"Caught" | Ashe

sorry this took so long to answer. I straight up just wrote an entire fic for this;; its been a looooong time since ive written anything so it might not be great lol

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Staci slowly awoke, her eyes struggling to stay open as they adjusted to the darkness.

She winced as she recognized the sharp pain of ropes digging into her wrists, accompanied by the pounding of a headache.

She stared into the darkness, making out the silhouette of a man.

“Hey, you! What-“

Before she could even get her question out the man barks back at her.

“Quiet you!”

He slammed his hand against the wall, silencing her in an instant.

Staci let out a quiet, shaky breath- knowing its best to keep her mouth shut in situations like this. She sits back in her chair and stares up at the ceiling, praying for some kind of backup.

They sat in silence for what seemed like ages until the quiet sound of a door creaking open cut through the static.

“Well, well… what do we have here?”

The leader of the deadlock gang sauntered in with a large, intimidating omnic following not too far behind.

Ashe leaned in close, her hand resting on the back of the chair, her face inches away.

“What's a pretty little thing like you doin’ in a place like this?”

Despite her soft voice there was a venom to her words.

Staci's breath caught in her throat as her eyes trailed over the woman's sharp features. For once in her life the talkative girl found herself at a loss for words.

Ashe sighed impatiently as reached forward, her fingers squeezing Staci's cheeks roughly as she tilted her face up.

“What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?”

A shiver ran through Staci as Ashe spoke and she quickly snapped back to reality, clearing her throat before she spoke.

“W-what’s going on here?”

her voice cracks, her confidence wavering more and more each second as Ashe’s red eyes narrowed at her. She clicked her tongue, shaking her head at Staci.

“Why don’t you answer my question first, sugar.” Ashe chuckled softly as she let go of her cheeks, letting her head fall. “What are you doing here?”

Staci frowned as she looked down at the ground, her eyes ran over a large crack on her boot, exposing the broken machinery underneath. She sighed heavily, there really wasn’t a way out of this- especially not with damage like this done to her equipment.

Staci looked back up to Ashe, sucking in a sharp breath as she tried to put on a brave face.

“It was… a stakeout.”

Ashe groaned, rolling her eyes.

“I wish you people would just leave me alone.”

She looked back down to Staci, an amused expression on her face as she knelt down in front of her.

“So, where’s the rest of your team then? Ain’t no way you came here all alone.”

Staci froze for a moment, the sudden realization that she was alone finally hit her.

“I…” She bit down on her lip, her brow furrowing as her voice got quiet. “I don’t know…”

“You can’t be serious.” Ashe laughed, shaking her head in disbelief. “You’re team just up and left when things went south? And y’all call yourself heroes?”

She laughed a bit harder, her hand gently resting on Staci’s thigh. In a weird way, the touch provided comfort to the little space cadet.

Ashe sighed softly as her other hand moved to tilt Staci's chin up.

“What a shame. Only a fool would ditch a pretty thing like you…”

Staci's breath hitched, heat rising in her cheeks as the cowgirl's words hit her ears. She couldn’t tell if she was being toyed with.

An awkward tension was rising in the room, the man who was still leaning against the wall shuffled uncomfortably.

There was an odd silence as the two continued to look at each other, unsure of what either of their next moves would be.

Staci opened her mouth to speak but found that no words could come out. Her eyes met with Ashe’s, there was something almost soft about them, a sincerity that shone within them.

A sudden voice cut through the static, pulling the two away from each other as Ashe stood abruptly.

Another member of the gang walked in, holding a small box filled with equipment and setting it down on a nearby table.

“Here, Boss.”

They spoke hesitantly, sensing that they walked in on something.

“Good work.” Ashe cleared her throat. She scratched the back of her neck as she walked over to examine the items, letting out a whistle as she picked up a familiar headset. Staci huffed softly as she watched Ashe handle her equipment, only realizing now that she wasn’t wearing them.

“Impressive work… you make these yourself?” Ashe held up the headpiece, clicking the button on the side that activated the visor. Her smile widens as it lights up.

Staci scoffed, frustrated by Ashe touching her stuff.

“Maybe.”

The anger in her voice caught Ashe’s attention. She cocks her head to the side, smirking as she tosses the headset back into the table.

“Well I’ll be… we could get a pretty penny for junk like this.” She crosses her arms as she leans against the table.

“Yeah. I bet you could.” Staci glares at Ashe, struggling against her ropes.

“Woah there. No need to get angry, sweet pea…” she laughs softly as she picks the headset back up. She kneels back down in front of her, placing it on her head carefully.

“That better? Looks good on you.”

Staci’s expression softened, shifting to one of confusion rather than anger.

“Thank… you?”

Ashe laughed, tipping her hat at Staci. “Any time.”

The man leaning against the wall cleared his throat, getting Ashe’ attention. She took her eyes off Staci, glaring daggers at him.

“Uhm, boss?’ he stepped forward, gesturing towards the two of them. “I don't think this is exactly-”

“Can it, Zeke.” She hissed at him. She stood up, pinching the bridge of her nose. “You know what, why don’t you all head outta’ here.”

The large omnic looked over to her, tilting his head. She sighed, giving his arm a firm pat.

“That includes you, B.O.B.”

She ushered the three other gang members out the door, shutting it quickly behind them and locking it. She sighs softly as she looks back over to Staci.

She grins playfully, taking her hat off and holding it over her chest.

“Now… I believe we were in the middle of something?”

#selfship #self shipping #self ship fanfiction #self insert x canon #self insert fanfiction #elizabeth caledonia calamity ashe #romantic f/o #f/o community #wlw selfship #♡.written in the stars #♡.mail box

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misora-msby · 3 years

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embarrassing moments with inarizaki

inarizaki always looks so cool but you know they’re actually dorks and i am here to provide you the content to show theyre clowns. enjoy the headcanons :)

Kita Shinsuke

firstly. kita shinsuke being embarrased? making a mistake? unheard of.

he’s a perfect man and we all know it.

anyways

you two were having a nice dinner out together.

it was a pretty fancy place so you decided to dress in a different style today

but you were beginning to wonder if kita liked it or not because he seemed to keep looking past your shoulder instead of at you

he was an observant guy so you were wondering if something had happened behind you

but you couldn’t hear anything weird so you assumed not

you decided to just stay quiet about it at first but now it was beginning to become annoying!

why wasn’t he looking you in the eye to speak?

midway through your dinner, kita finally spoke up tho

“y/n, your shirt is slipping... yer bra’s showing.”

oh.

right. you were wearing your off-shoulder top.

“o-oh. shin, it’s that kind of shirt, you know?” you had to explain your outfit to ur bf with a pink face.

“oh... that so... well it’s cold these days so if yer feelin’ cold lemme know. i’ll give ya my jacket.”

GOD HES SO PERFECT KITA SHINSUKE I HOPE U MARRY HIM???????

Ojiro Aran

another man with next to no flaws.

but nature says everyone has to make some mistake.

so it was a regular school day, our aran has just come to class from morning practice and there’s still some time left until class starts.

all the girls in class are gathered around a table

he’s not sure why, it’s probably watching an idol video

but ur man wants to be a little romantic!!

plus he just showered so he smells Great uwu

he goes over and hugs you from behind, placing his chin on ur head.

“hey, bb whatcha ya doin”

all the girls gasp.

he doesn’t get whats wrong, it’s not like it’s a secret y’all are dating

pda to this level aint bad either

especially compared to his teammate miya atsumu

“ojiro aran.”

why is your voice behind him

he looks down and nearly faints when he sees he hugged the wrong girl.

to be fair she looked a lot like you from behind, just maybe 1cm shorter.

“i’m so sorry!” he keeps apologising to literally everyone and all the class is giggling bc they never seen their school’s ace so red before.

“didn’t think i’d come back from the toilet and see my bf cheatin”

“IT WAS A MISTAKE! I’M SERIOUS! Y/N U KNOW I LOVE YA!”

hes so funny i swear

the volleyball team hears of it and it gets even better

Miya Atsumu

it’s not a secret that miya atsumu, setter of the inarizaki volleyball team and invited to national youth training camp, had a gf

he was very much in love with u

the whole class knew it because he’d show it off whenever he could too

so here comes valentines day

last year he received like... 50 different gifts from girls and guys aiming to win his love.

you didnt even give him one lmAOOOOO

but this year, he had been not so subtly trying to hint that “i better not receive any chocolates this year when i’ve got a gf!”

he reaches school and plops into his seat.

there’s an anonymous box of chocolates with “please accept my love, miya-kun! <3″ on it

“the hell’s this?!”

“oh? chocolates?” - osamu who just popped his head into the class to shove into his twin’s face how much chocolate he got.

especially since the blond was off limits, the grey-haired twin had a bigger following now.

“do they not know i have a girlfriend...”

“well, ya might as well eat it. ya dont know who to return it to.”

“that’s like receivin’ their love!”

“no it ain’t. it’s just food.”

atsumu couldn’t argue with that and popped a piece in.

it was very delicious. the chocolate practically melted on his tongue and was the perfect sweetness and was filled with a delicious ganache too.

it was perfect

but he couldn’t accept this!

“it ain’t even good. too sweet and the filling’s sticky.”

“ah. really? is that what you think, tsumu?” you ask from the door where you had been watching the exchange take place.

“y/n! look at this! some weirdo gave me some choco and like... samu said to test it but i’ll toss it out, promise.”

“tsumu, i made that... i wrote it anonymously because i thought you’d know it was me and i wanted to tease you a little.”

“huh.”

osamu: “yeah actually i went over to her place to teach her how to make it.”

atsumu: “you said you went to suna’s place?!”

osamu: “i went there later but i first went to help her.”

you: “anyways if it’s not good i don’t mind if you toss it out...”

tsumu: “NO NO BABE I PROMISE IT’S GOOD”

you: “you just said-”

“BABE I SWEAR IT’S GOOD I JUST DIDN’T WANT TO ACCEPT A STRANGER’S STUFF”

“you’re always so honest though... are you sure?” you were having your fun teasing him now.

“BB PLSSSSSS”

he still cringes at the memory 4 years into ur marriage

Miya Osamu

osamu would DEFINITELY make home made dinner dates a regular thing.

this alone shows he’s the better twin - miya atsumu stan

he loves cooking and eating with you so sometimes when he’s got a day off you guys’ll set aside the afternoon to make a real nice dinner

imagine candlelit dinner with miya dorito body osamu in a suit

of course some fun stuff happens after too ;)))

and today’s your third anniversary!!

so osamu adds lots of ‘natural aphrodisiacs’ to the meal

i’m talkin

garlic bread and soup for an appetiser, a nice juicy steak with garlic and red wine sauce for the main, and chocolate coated strawberries for dessert

mm yummy

you two cleaned your plates completely (it was very delicious) and as you were washing the dishes, osamu comes up behind and wraps his arms around your waist

“yes, ‘samu?”

“i’ve already prepared us a nice bath with yer favourite scents.” he’s got his head resting on ur chin

“really? thank you~ i’ll be there in a bit”

but he doesn’t let go of you while you’re still scrubbing at the baking sheets.

“osamu, you can let go for now.”

“don’t feel like it.”

“i gotta wash the dishes since you did most of the cooking.”

“mmm, i’ll do it if ya gimme a kiss.”

you roll ur eyes bc what a cutie

u turn ur head to give him a kiss but suddenly he

he burps

that garlicy wine smell is just kinda there

“ew! ‘samu!!”

his face is real red but he’s also trying not to laugh because he’s still a dude and this is absolutely hilarious to him

“want another?” he starts teasing

“i’m not getting in the bath with you.”

“wait wait wait i’m sorry, i’ll go brush my teeth and give you a proper kiss”

Suna Rintarou

you two were taking the train home today

it was quite late due to practice going a little longer than usual, so he insisted he walked you back home today.

sunarin can be a good boyf sometimes ok

it was getting a little crowded on the train tho, since people were heading home or going out for dinner

luckily you had already grabbed seats so you were quite comfortable sitting side by side.

you and suna have the type of relationship were you dont have to talk all the time

silence is v comfy.

he’s just scrolling through twitter on his phone while you’re looking around the car, lost in ur thoughts

suddenly you notice an old lady standing a little bit away from you and you stand up

“baa-san, please take my seat.” you whisper in the crowded carriage

“oh how kind of you. thank you, dearie.” she smiles and takes your seat while you stand in front of her and suna instead.

suna doesn’t realise this exchange has happened tho

(he’s on his phone as usual)

probably starting some fights on twitter

he decides to try to be a little romantic and pretends to stretch his arm around (who he thought was) you.

“rin.”

why is your voice right in front of him?

“young man, i appreciate it but i’m married.”

suna jumps as he sees someone he did not recognise next to him.

he looks up and notices you had moved.

you’re giggling

the granny’s giggling

atsumu and osamu sitting opposite on the carriage look like they’re going to cry because they’re trying not to laugh

“i was just stretching. really.” he mumbles and crosses his arms, face red as a tomato

he’s so embarrassed.

Ginjima Hitoshi

sometimes the inarizaki vbc would go for an after practice snack at the nearby family mart

they were really hungry after an intense preparation for nationals which was in two weeks so kita insisted they all get something to fill them up on the way home

but lucky lucky ginjima hhehe

you (his classmate who he had a crush on) were working at the cash register today.

“welcome!” you greet everyone as they enter

he cant help but stiffen up a bit

why are u so cute and cheery today

the 2nd years already know what to do.

“heyy, i think last week i bought ya that ramen right? ya owe me my konbini snacks today!” - atsumu

“yeah. you lost a bet to me last week so u gotta pay up. a pack of jelly fruit sticks please.” - suna

“forgot my money today, mind payin’ for my snacks too?” - osamu

“like hell i’m paying for all of you. especially you, osamu. you eat too much all the time.”

aran’s noticed what’s going on,

“hey, if it’s just for today you can do it right? if ‘samu don’t pay ya back tomorrow i’ll nag him ‘til he does.”

“fine...” his basket is full when he goes to the counter.

he’s trying his best not to have a red face while watching u scan the items, ur hair swaying slightly as u look back and forth between the objects and the screen.

“alright. 4,890 yen please!” GOD he hated how expensive it was, that’s almost all his weekly allowance but bc it’s u and ur voice saying it it’s kinda ok

“mm, ok.” he still has his eyes on you while he takes out his wallet and puts it on the counter.

yes

his wallet, not the money

“...” “...”

“excuse me, sir. this is...”

he almost slaps his face wtf he’s so embarrassed.

“s-sorry. just a little absent minded after practice.” he starts pulling out his cash.

“it’s fine! i know how hard you guys practice!” you smile while performing the rest of the transaction and pass him his big bag of goods. “good luck for nationals, ginjima-kun!”

he almost runs out of the store and is about to fight the rest of the 2nd years for watching and (suna) recording

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tendouluvr · 3 years

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hq!! boys and the walkie talkie feature on the apple watch

- characters: tsukishima, bokuto, atsumu, kageyama

- warnings: some cursing, tsukki calls you a weirdo but in a loving way, atsumu says “peepee”

- wc: 293, 238, 257, 239

a/n: i saw a tiktok earlier where a wife and her husband connected with each other on their apple watches to use the walkie talkie feature and it lets you say anything to the other person any time without any warning so she turned it on and said ‘penis’ after he got to work and it made me giggle

TSUKISHIMA

#! either you were the one to convince him to connect, or he wanted to so that he could watch over you

#! despite being nonchalant and acting uninterested most of the time, he cares a lot

#! if you were the one to convince him, he would act like he didn’t care and pretend like it was stupid

#! but he replies to everything you say. his replies range from a quick and simple, “ok.” to calling you one of his endearing petnames, “weirdo.” and occasionally he would reply normally with answers to your questions

#! if he was the one to suggest the idea, he would use it as another way of his that shows you he cares

#! uses it to remind you to drink water, to eat, to take a break if needed, to shower at a timely manner, to not sleep at 2am (i type as it’s 1:15am)

#! he would never outright ask you how you’re doing though. it feels weird for whatever reason, so he sticks to just giving you daily reminders and he hopes you can see his efforts

#! “yn?” it was currently 1am and you hear him softly calling your name

#! “hmm?” you hummed, letting him know you were still awake

#! “why’re you up?” he immediately asked, but before you could answer he spoke up again, “whatever, i made you a playlist.”

#! it was silent for a bit, he genuinely thought you fell asleep while he was talking

#! “keiii why must you be like this? i hate you, go to sleep.” you finally spoke up, voice a quiet whine

#! you hear him snicker and then it just ended, indicating that he released his finger off of the watch

BOKUTO

#! cutie.

#! wanted you to connect with him so he could give you compliments all the time and remind you that he loves you every few minutes

#! but that quickly just turns into him treating it as if you guys were spies

#! whenever he raises his watch up to his lips, he always whispers (well, as quietly as he can) so he could pretend like you guys were those cool secret agents sneaking into official government buildings

#! “i’m in! where are you?” he loudly whispers, a tiny bubble of spit dropping onto the tiny screen

#! BOKUTO SPITS. this man is loud and his volume control is so bad. he doesn’t mean to spit, he promise, but he can’t stop it 😫😫 he talks too hard 😭

#! “bo,,, i’m at base. you’re at practice, please go before you get yelled at,” you whisper back

#! despite finding the play pretend a bit silly, you still go with it to make him happy. plus it’s lowkey fun

#! “ok babe! i love you! stay safe! i’ll be back in no time! i love you!” he ends with a loud wet smooch into the speaker

#! you laugh at that and tell him your ‘i love you’s before finding something to occupy yourself with

#! bokuto likes to end all of his talks with you with at least two ‘i love you’s just to emphasize his point

ATSUMU

#! begged you to connect with him

#! doing the whole flopping around, body draping over you, whining voice shtick

#! “baaaabbbyyy, please connect with me. ya gon’ make me cry.”

#! “then cry.” he did

#! you eventually agreed though, he was practically leaping off the walls

#! as soon as you guys were connected, atsumu took advantage of it and spoke to you every second of the day

#! and i mean every. second.

#! “hey! what’re ya doin’?” his whispered voice is heard through your watch

#! “‘tsumu what the fuck, you’re laying on my lap.” you looked down at him, who currently has the goofiest smile on his face with half-lidded eyes boring into you

#! he would be the one to say unsuspecting dirty words to surprise you

#! it’s been days since you guys connected your walkie talkies, the memory starting to make its way to the back of your brain

#! until a loud, “peepee!” was screamed from the device on your wrist

#! if atsumu could see you right now, there would be physical “?!” animations popping out of your head

#! “h-hello?” you whispered, pretending to not know who was on the other side of the screen

#! “babe? it’s me. yer ‘tsumu. did ya forget? hello?!”

#! “shaddup.”

#! he purposefully keeps his finger on the button while letting out a loud gasp to let you clearly hear it

#! basically,, turning on walkie talkie with atsumu will make you immediately regret ever getting together with him

KAGEYAMA

#! was absolutely petrified when he suddenly heard your voice coming from his watch

#! he was on his morning run, earbuds in, head in the zone

#! last thing he expected to hear this early in the morning was you through his watch saying, “hey sexy.”

#! your lazy smirk oozing through your words and he could see it in his head

#! “yn. do not scare me like that. why are you up so early anyway?”

#! him on the outside: 😐🤨

#! him on the inside: 😟😖

#! is him being jumpy ish canon? idk but i see him as a somewhat jumpy person, mainly cuz he’s kinda clueless sometimes idk

#! you giggle to yourself hearing him reply stoically before pressing down on the button to say something back, “morning, i’m going back to bed i just wanted to scare you.” he could hear you snicker before the watch went silent

#! rolling his eyes, he quickly glances around him to make sure no one was near before raising the watch up to his lips and whispering, “boo!”

#! “did that scare you?” he snickers, oddly proud of himself

#! “tobio.....go back to running.”

#! “fine. mean.” he pouts

#! you ended up staying awake a bit longer than intended and every few minutes would cheer corny words of encouragement while he was running lmao

#! his cheeks were flushed but he blamed it on the cold

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andvys · 3 years

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stubborn love part 8

warnings: angst, violence

pairing: Ellie Williams x reader

You woke up to the feeling of soft lips against your neck, a hand gripping your waist, sighing at the feeling you turned around, facing Ellie.

“good morning.” she whispered, smiling at you.

“morning babe.” you blushed, thinking back to last night, when you realized you were both naked under the blanket.

Ellie chuckled at how flustered you'd gotten, “you are so cute y/n.” she smiled, pulling you into a hug.

“so are you.” you told her, grinning when she started protesting.

You pressed a kiss on her neck and laid your head on her chest, enjoying the quiet morning with her.

“so who are you patrolling with today?” Ellie asked, slightly worried that you'd have to go on Patrol with Alicia again.

“group patrol with Joel.” you replied.

“you finally agreed huh?” she chuckled.

Joel always asked you to join him on the group patrols he was doing, he usually took a few people into the small towns near Jackson, keeping eye out for infected or hunters but he would also let the people check out the old stores there and let them take a few things back.

Group patrols weren't really your thing and you didn't feel comfortable enough, going on patrol with people you barely knew but you finally agreed, you couldn't say no to the poor man any longer, plus you trusted him, so at least he was there.

“yeah I couldn't resist his puppy eyes.” you said making Ellie laugh.

“puppy eyes? this man is anything but a puppy.” she chuckled.

“no.. I'm sure he's a puppy, look at him, he looks warm and fluffy.”

Ellie laughed even more at your words.

“You wouldn't say that if you knew him before coming to Jackson.” she said, gripping your waist tighter.

“hmm okay whatever you say.” you sighed. “who are you patrolling with?”

“Jesse. it’s just a short route, I’ll be home before you.”

You chuckled, “oh so you can start cooking dinner.” you teased knowing how much she hated cooking.

“y/n, I don’t want you to die because of my horrible cooking, I can make you a sandwich though.” she laughed, running her fingers through your hair.

“I'll accept the sandwich.” you smiled, kissing her neck, she squeezed your butt in response, earning a slight groan from you.

You looked up at her, noticing the smirk on her face.

“we still have some time.” she suggested, leaning down to kiss your lips.

“hmm, let's make the best out of it then.” you winked at her.

She grinned at you before grabbing your face to kiss you.

“hi.” you greeted Joel, who was by the gates with his horse.

“mornin’ kid, how’re you doin’?” he asked, smiling at you.

“i’m good, you?” you smiled at him.

“me too, i’m happy you finally agreed to come with us.”

“yeah it was about time.” you chuckled.

“you can bring back a gift for your girlfriend.” he winked at you before getting on his horse when the rest of the group arrived.

You blushed, you and Ellie never really talked about what you were. It was obvious that you were dating, you just never discussed labels.

“yeah.” you laughed before getting on your horse as well.

You were riding side by side with Joel, the other three men who were with you, were riding behind you.

The air was fresh and you enjoyed the smell of fall, the slightly cold weather gave you a comforting feeling. Fall has always been your favorite season. You loved it when the leaves started turning orange and yellow and you could just wear Ellie’s big hoodies and flannels without having to take them off because it was getting too warm, like in the summer.

“Ellie never shuts up about you, you know?” Joel said, snapping you out of your thoughts.

You looked over at him in surprise, you didn't know that she was talking to Joel about you.

“don't look so surprised kid.” he chuckled at your facial expression. “she always asked for advice.”

Furrowing your brows, you asked yourself when she told him about having a crush on you.

“I- since uh when?” you stammered, blushing slightly.

“well she talked about you right from the start.” he said, smiling at you “and you were the only friend of her’s, that she was telling me about.” he pointed out.

You smiled at that thought, you knew there was a time where she didn't talk much about anything to anyone, so you were surprised to find out that she was talking about you.

“she loves you y/n, don't ever doubt that. no matter what might've happened between the two of you before that.” he told you, giving you a reassuring smile.

You smiled back at him, appreciating the way he was talking to you. Ellie was basically his daughter, so this conversation could've gone way differently, he could've been stern about it but he was nice and supporting.

Once you'd gotten to the small town, everyone went into opposite directions. This place was relatively safe since groups would come back here all the time to clear off any infected so you didn't have to worry about running into a small herd or anything.

You've never been here but you knew that Ellie came here with Joel occasionally. She probably got you that flannel from one of the old stores here. You were surprised to see that the houses and stores here weren't as run down like they were in other places.

You walked into a store that seemed to look like an old gaming store or something of that sort, you looked around and saw that most of the shelves were still full. If this was a gun store, you would've never found the shelves being full.

You looked through the games and found one that Ellie and Jesse have been talking about a few days ago, you put it in your backpack, along with a few comics.

You kept going through all the other stores, putting some stuff in your backpack that you could find useful later for whenever you had to go out on patrol.

You heard footsteps behind you when you were about to walk into an old music store, turning around you saw Joel heading your way, some blood splattered on his clothes. You furrowed your brows and looked at him in concern.

“what happened?” you asked, eying the blood.

“a couple of infected made it into one of the old buildings, no big deal.” he told you. “you found anything kid?” he asked.

“I haven't found any infected. no.” you answered, causing him to chuckle.

“I meant, you found anything for yourself?” he smiled.

“oh!” you laughed “yeah, some things for Ellie and uh some knifes?” you chuckled.

“and here I thought you'd go and find yourself some pretty things.” he chuckled, shaking his head.

“..well, I get Ellie a bracelet.” you shrugged, feeling a little flustered.

You've never been in a relationship before so it was new to you to show affection for your girlfriend in front of others.

“that’s nice kid, you should get yourself something too.” he said, squeezing your shoulder before he walked past you.

“yeah..”

Ellie just got back home from patrol with Jesse and parted ways with him to go home. Right when she was about to get the keys out of her backpack she noticed that her door was open.

Furrowing her brows, she looked around in confusion, she could've sworn that she closed it when she left this morning and she knew you weren't back yet and even if you would've never left the door open.

Pushing it open slowly, she wasn't expecting someone to stand there. Especially not her.

“what the hell are you doing here?!” she grumbled, throwing the door open, she walked inside.

Alicia turned around and chuckled, holding Ellie’s journal in her right hand while her left hand held a polaroid picture of you.

“I love her so much, no wait, I am in love with her. she is the most beautiful girl that I’ve ever seen in my life, she’s like the sunshine after the rain, anytime I'm with her, I forget about every worry that I have. I wish I could just tell her how much I love her.” Alicia read from Ellie’s diary. “blah blah blah.”

“You really are pathetic Ellie. You loved her so much and yet you were with other’s all the time, that doesn't seem like love to me.” she said, glaring at Ellie. “you don't deserve her.”

Anger poured through Ellie at her sight of her and her words. “and you deserve her?” she scoffed.

“yeah, I’d be much better for her. I could actually treat her right.” she shrugged, smirking at Ellie.

“yeah right, you fucking crazy bitch could treat her right?” Ellie laughed, causing Alicia to clench her jaw at her words.

“you are so fucking stupid, you don't even get that she never liked you do you? As I have told you before, you were a distraction and now you won’t even get the hint that she wants nothing to do with you.” Ellie said, shaking her head.

“shut up.” Alicia mumbled, gripping the journal tightly in her hand.

“she loves me and if you think that she would leave me for you then you're even dumber than I thought.” Ellie told her as she was feeling the anger building up in her.

“she doesn’t have to leave you if you're gonna be dead.” Alicia said through gritted teeth, throwing the journal on the table next to her, she pulled a knife out of her pocket.

Ellie looked at her in disbelief, was she really gonna kill her and think that you would date her after killing Ellie?

“You and Ellie should come over for dinner this weekend.” Joel said, smiling at you.

“that would be nice!” you smiled up at him “I could attempt to bake something.” you suggested, scrunching up your face, when you thought about the first time you tried baking and almost burned down the kitchen.

Joel chuckled and patted your shoulder “don't worry about it, I remember the story about the cake.”

“don’t reming me, that’s kinda embarrassing.” you laughed. “but hey, I can still try, you’re never supposed to give up right?”

“that’s right, kid.” he smiled at you “alright, well you and Ellie have a nice night yeah?” he said, pulling you into a hug.

“you too Joel.” you smiled, hugging him back before you pulled away and went over to Ellie’s house.

As you came closer, you heard the sound of glass smashing, startled you ran towards the door, noticing that it was wide open.

You ran inside, finding Alicia choking Ellie on the floor, both were covered in blood, the room was a mess, broken glass was laying on the floor, along with a broken table.

Alicia was about pick up a piece of broken glass, presumably to try and kill Ellie but you ran over to her and send a hard kick to her face, knocking her off. Ellie gasped out for air weakly, you pulled her up into a sitting position, noticing all the blood that was running down her cheek from a cut, she looked like she was beginning to fall unconscious.

You turned around quickly when Ellie looked behind you, barely keeping her eyes open, to see Alicia getting up with an angry expression on her face. “y/n..” she mumbled.

Rage filled you at the thought that she tried to kill Ellie, you got up and pulled your backpack off throwing it to the side.

Alicia looked at you, “you have to understand y/n-

“shut up!” you yelled at her, as you pulled your gun out of your holster and pointed it at her, causing her to gasp at your action, clearly not expecting it.

She looked like a mad woman, with her long hair in front of her face, blood dripping down from her nose, she looked way worse than Ellie but it didn't matter, she almost killed her.

“you don’t get to come here and touch what’s mine.” you grunted at her, as you put your finger on the trigger.

She clenched her jaw at your words and put her hands into fists “you never gonna love me will you?”

“you expect me to love you? especially after this?” you scoffed at her, shaking your head.

She let out a grunt before she emerged towards you, startling you. You pulled the trigger, the shot went off but she managed to push your hand away at the last second, dodging the bullet that went straight into the wall.

She smashed the gun out of your hand and grabbed your shoulders, throwing you against the wall.

Right when she was about to punch you in the face, you dodged her fist and threw a punch at her instead making her stumble back in pain, you grabbed the glass that was standing on the kitchen counter and smashed it against her face, breaking it in the process. She let out a yelp and touched her face, grunting at the pain. You could feel the broken glass, piercing your skin open but you didn’t care at the moment.

You started running towards your gun but she recovered already and grabbed your hair, pulling you back, before you could react, she threw a punch at your face and let you fall to the ground.

“..fuck.” you muttered, crawling away as you saw her walking towards you, you quickly turned around and started to get up but she grabbed you from behind and threw you against the dresser, you tried to catch yourself but it was too late, your head smashed against it, you didn't even register the pain at first but then you felt warm blood running down your face, you could hear a loud ringing in your ears and you began feeling lightheaded, you fell to the side as your vision began to blur.

You could hear footsteps coming closer to you, you tried to keep your eyes open and to move but you were unable to do anything.

“this is all your fault y/n.”

her voice sounded so close and yet so far away as you started to black out.

the last thing that you heard was a gunshot before you fell unconscious.

#ellie williams x reader #ellie williams imagine #tlou imagines #ellie williams angst

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siancore · 3 years

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Can we just talk about Carlos in TFATWS for a second because I love him so much, I loved his interactions with Sam in episode 1, the "when are you gonna let me borrow the wings" was so cute, and him helping with the boat and taking a photo with Sam in the last episode. And the "I'll have Carlos feed you to the fish" I imagine Carlos has been around long enough to see Sam bring home Riley, Steve and now Bucky. I just feel like we should have some headcannons about Carlos too in Sam's life growing up.

Yes! I love this! Mr. Carlos looks like my Uncle Trevor, so I loved him right away.

For me, I felt like there was some subtext that Sam and his daddy didn't really see eye-to-eye on a few things. Just from Sam and Sarah's conversations where they butted heads.

Maybe Sam and Mr. Wilson weren't as close as some fathers and sons are. I get the feeling Sam's daddy was strict on him. Sam was probably expected to carry their family's legacy with their business, but Sam had other ideas.

Maybe Sam went to Mr. Carlos for advice on things. To ask him about what the big wide world was like outside of Louisiana. Maybe they would sit and talk for hours, sipping iced tea and watching the clouds float by.

Maybe Mr. Carlos had a nephew around Sam's age who would visit in the summertime. Maybe Sam and his nephew spent some time together. Maybe the boy was Sam's first kiss. Maybe Mr. Carlos caught the two boys holding hands and Sam freaked out.

"Please don't tell my Daddy," Sam might have begged.

"I won't," Mr. Carlos might've replied, kindly, giving him an encouraging smile.

When Sam came back with Riley, maybe they both would help do odd jobs around Mr. Carlos' home.

"He likes you," Mr. Carlos might've said to Sam when Riley was out of earshot.

Feeling his face grow warm, Sam might've shaken his head and replied, "Nah, we're just friends. I don't think that's what he wants. Plus, he could never stay here. Always got his head in the clouds."

"Well, what do you want?"

Sam might smile plaintively and say, "I want him to be happy."

When Sam's face was all over the news with Steve Rogers while on the run, and people in town were talking about him, maybe Mr. Carlos spoke up for Sam.

"I know Sam Wilson," he might've said sternly, sitting at the barbershop. "That boy doesn't have a selfish bone in his body. If he's doin' this, it's because he's helpin' someone."

When Bucky came to help Sam, Mr. Carlos might've watched the two with a smile on his face.

"This one likes you," he may have said to Sam in a quiet moment. "You gon' tell me you're just friends? I see how he looks at you."

Sam might swallow down the last of his beer and ask, "How does he look at me?"

"I don't know," Mr. Carlos might reply. "Like you're home for him."

Maybe, after Sam and Bucky started dating officially, Mr. Carlos might have said to Bucky, "You look after him. You see Sam Wilson, he's special."

"Yes, Sir," Bucky might've replied. "Don't I know it."

Maybe one night, Bucky might've shown up at Mr. Carlos' house looking nervous and shaky.

"What's wrong?" Mr. Carlos might ask. "Are the Wilsons okay?"

"Yeah."

"Is Sam alright?"

"Yeah," Bucky might answer, wiping a sweaty palm against his jeans. "He's perfect. Which is why I'm - why I, ah, came around here."

Maybe Mr. Carlos would watch as Bucky reached into his pocket and retrieved a shiny silver ring, turning it over in his shaky hand.

"I wanna ask Sammy to marry me," Bucky might say. "And I know his old man ain't here, but I know how close the two of you are, so I wanted to ask for your blessing."

Maybe on Sam and Bucky's wedding day, Mr. Carlos would stand beside Sam up on the dais. Maybe he would give a speech at the reception telling Sam how proud of him his mama and daddy would have been. Maybe Mr. Carlos would get teary eyed and tell Sam that he is proud of him, too.

#sambucky #always sambucky #mr carlos #sam wilson #i wanna write the one shot now #made myself emotional

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puckngrind · 2 years

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Leave Her Wild: Chapter 18

Summary: Kenzie comforts Nate after his injury.

Warnings: smut, swearing, human emotion, mention of injury, pandemic

Word count: 3,023

Series masterlist / Puck ‘n Grind’s masterlist

Pause.

One to two weeks the doctors told Nathan. He couldn’t even skate for the rest of the week. Kenzie held his hand as the team doctors assessed his injury. Talked to the trainers about how Nate should proceed. She could tell he looked as if he was intently listening but was sure Nate’s mind was elsewhere. He was quiet on the way to his vehicle too. Just placed his hand on the small of her back leading Kenzie from the team rooms to the parking lot.

Kenzie starts his Jeep but doesn’t move. He finally looks over at her. The sad behind his eyes noticeable, at least to her. “Nate, baby.” She reached out her hand to cup his face. His jaw tightened. “It’s gonna be alright. They said two weeks max. I know you, it will be one.” She presses her thumb into his taunt jaw to get Nate to look at her.

“You know I could’ve had a 100 point season? Legit man, so fucking close. There are what, 13 games left and I’ll be back for maybe four of them.” Nate closes his eyes. Kenzie pulls out of the spot dropping the topic for awhile. She hums to the music on the drive, eyeing Nate's calculating face when she can.

“You could play 8, Nate. You have so much drive, it can be done. Plus, look at the rest of your schedule. It’s still doable.” Kenzie breaks the silence as she made her way towards his place.

“Yeah, I guess. Take me to your place, please. That way you can work at least.” Nate grumbled.

“I took the day off.” Kenzie proclaimed as she changed lanes to head to her condo. “Sometimes you need to take care of the people you love instead of working.” Nate’s hand finds her thigh with a squeeze.

“Something has changed with you Kenz.” Nate whispered.

“Have I? Oh no.” Kenzie gasps as she sarcastically answers.

“I’m serious. The MacKenzie I met on Labor Day would’ve never taken off work for anyone. I mean our first unofficial date was spent with you working.”

“It wasn’t a date.” Kenzie snorts.

“Did you spend the night? Did I pay? Did I kiss you when I walked you back to your hotel? Did you brush your teeth with your finger?” Nate laughs a bit.

“Yes but… wait, how did you know about the brushing teeth thing?” Kenzie pulled into her spot and looked over at him. A bit of color had returned to his ghostly white face.

“Well, first of all, I kissed you and you didn’t have morning breath. But even if I hadn’t, you squeezed the tooth paste from the top not the bottom.” Kenzie rolls her eyes at him. He leans over to grab her face with both hands. “I’m glad you did all of those things too by the way.” Nate kisses her lips hard. They sat there making out for what seemed like forever. Soft yet needy kisses only stopped by small reassuring words of affirmation. The knock on the window stopped them. Nate looks beyond Kenzie to see Tyson. He goes back to kiss Kenzie but she moves to roll down the window.

“Hello, just a friendly reminder that car sex is frowned upon by our rehab staff.” Tyson smirks while leaning into the door frame.

“Josty, go away.” Nate groaned.

“Well, saw some steamy windows so I needed to make sure the prognosis is not longer.” Tyson continued.

“Big word for ya there bud.” Nate chirps.

“Ouch, words hurt, Mac. So how many weeks?” Tyson continues.

“One to two.” Kenzie chimes in. “He cannot skate until this weekend.”

“Not bad, not bad. Well I’ll leave you too to finish doing what ya were doin’. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t, eh!” Tyson tapped the frame and walked towards the building entrance.

“What’s that look for?” Nate hits the window button and reaches to then off the ignition.

“Nothin’” Kenzie bit her lip.

“Bull shit. Spill.” Nate hops out of the car and then opens her door. “Please.”

“Nothin’ Nate.” Kenzie tries to get out.

“Nope. Not buying that for a million bucks.” Nate presses her chin up. “Was it the topic of sex? My injury isn’t that bad, Baby.” Nate kisses her forehead. “Let’s head inside before it’s uncomfortable to walk again.” Nate nodded down as he adjusted his waistband again. Kenzie smiled more so for how Nate had snapped out of his funk but also how turned on he was by her. The two head towards the door and Kenzie stops them just short of her door.

“But Nate, how long have you been nursing this? Because when I think about us and well, what the doctors said, and Jared’s interview…” Kenzie kicks at the ground.

“And what? Are you blaming yourself? Seriously? I’m sometimes a stubborn mule and don’t listen to my body until I have to. You are kinda the same way, aren’t ya?” Kenzie nods. “And sex with you has not effected my performance on the ice. Actually, if you ask the guys, our relationship has helped more than anything. One of the guys said I wasn’t a hockey robot or some shit like that. You make me better on and off the ice. Plus, I have to say sex with you is phenomenal.”

“It kinda is.” Kenzie mumbles.

“Kinda? Kinda?” Nate’s voice echos.

“Holy shit, it is. Please stop yelling.” Kenzie looks around.

“Oh, do you want me to give a presser on how mind blowing you are? What would Seattle say about that? Huh? Huh?” Nate chuckles.

“Nathan!” Kenzie pulls him towards her door. “Shhhh.” She opens the door and pulls him into it. Nathan pins her to the door. Kissing up her neck. “Nate, what are the parameters?”

“Word. Too. Big.” Nate states between kisses. “Blood somewhere else.” Kenzie feels his statement pressed against her body.

“Sex, Nate. If we want to keep you on the short end of the time out, what can we not do?” Kenzie moans as Nate’s hands slip under her shirt.

“Maybe no standing sex. Or shower sex.” Nate’s hips shift into Kenzie’s.

“So maybe we should continue in our room?” Kenzie pulls at his hair slightly.

“Our room. Ooooh... Sexy. Lead the way, Princess.” Nate stands straight up.

“You are on some good meds, aren’t ya?” Kenzie grabs his hand to lead him down the hall.

“You are the only medicine I need, My-Ken-zie!” Nate wraps his hands around her waist as they enter her bedroom.

“Oh yeah, the good drugs.” She giggles. “How about I take over?” Kenzie moves Nate in front of the bed. She slips his shirt over his head to toss it. A bruise from the game the night before still right above his hip. She kisses it softly. Pushing his sweats and boxers down with ease. Nate leans back on the edge of the bed. His hands grasp the sheets. She leaves open mouth kisses all over his exposed skin watching his muscles flinch in anticipation. “Would me being on top work?” Kenzie stands fully clothed in front of Nate. Her hand on the base of his cock while the other draws circles over his chest. She moves her hand up to spread the pre-cum over his length. “Yeah?” Nate snaps out of his moment of muteness.

“Yeah, yes. I mean, if ya want. Why do you have all your clothes on and I feel like I could blow if you touched just right?” Kenzie pulls her leggings off then her tunic.

“Better?” She asks while standing there in her bra and panties.

“Let me help.” Nate pulls her panties off then his hand trails up her spine to unclasp Kenzie’s bra letting it fall to the ground. The two climb on the bed so Nate was leaning on the headboard. Kenzie carefully sits on his hips. His cock on her back. She kisses him lightly.

“You gotta tell me what hurts, okay?” Kenzie kisses down to his chest. She reaches back to his tip moving her hand down and up.

“Are you even ready?” Nate finally looked down at Kenzie spread over his hips. She shrugged.

“I’m wet. Is that what you are asking?” Kenzie bites Nate’s ear.

“Sit up a bit.” Nate orders as he shimmies under Kenzie’s leg. “Now come here!” He pulls her core toward his lips finding the spot that makes her moan out his name in no time. Kenzie tries to pull up but Nate forcefully pulls her further into his face with a laugh.

"I'm ready! Fuck. I'm ready Nate." Kenzie grabs hold of the headboard as she comes down from an orgasm. With a fluid motion, Nate picks Kenzie's still tingling body up and lowers her onto his length. He bucks up a bit to get himself fully inside. "Nate, please don't hurt yourself." "Kenz, please just do that thing you do and stop worrying about me." Kenzie rolled her eyes as she tightened her abs and leaned into Nate's chest.

"What thing?" She teased making herself tighten around him.

"Are you going to make be ask for it?" Nate's hands walk up her thighs and slide to her breasts. Taking one in his mouth and twisting her other nipple slightly. Kenzie's hips rolled forward making her body tighten. Nate's lips popped off her peak. "That thing. Right there. I mean I can continue if you would want?" Nate kisses between Kenzie's breasts. She doesn't move. "Fine." Nate bites the flesh slightly then takes her other peak into his mouth. Kenzie moans out as her body reacts to his actions.

"Nate!" Kenzie screams out as another orgasm crashes over her.

"Come on Baby." Nate goes to move to the other breast when she sit up rolling her back up, tightening her abs and rocking in a way that sends Nate reaching his high in moments. "Fucking yes." He pants out with his fingers digging into her hips.

"You are okay, right?" Kenzie kisses his lips her curls falling in his face.

"Never better." Nate whispered moving Kenzie to the bed slowly. "Seriously. Please don't worry about me. I know you got the brunt of my pissed off because I cannot play reaction but I'm okay. This isn't even a bad injury." Nate pressed his lips to her forehead.

"I just blame myself. That's all." Kenzie whispers.

"Please don't. This isn't you." Nate moves to get out of bed.

"Where are you going?" Kenzie covers up her chest.

"Um... first of all, I've seen and licked all your bits and pieces so why are we covering up?" Nate pulls at the sheet. "Second, I'm grabbing my phone to order food and a towel to clean you up." He winks then turns shaking his ass walking towards the bathroom.

The couple spent most of the day laying in bed talking about what to do for summer which was less stressful than Kenzie thought it would be. Nathan talking about traveling with her for work before heading home to train. Kenzie agreed to work on a schedule to see if she could join him and work remotely for a month or so. Kenzie really had changed. She laid in bed watching Nate sleep later that night realizing what he said was in fact true. What was different? What made this relationship different than any other? Was Nate's odd schedule just what she needed to work with her own crazy workaholic schedule?

"Why are you staring at me?" Nate mumbled with his eyes closed.

"What? I've seen all of you..." Kenzie giggled.

"Seriously, aren't you tired? Why aren't you sleeping?" Nate rolled her into him so Kenzie's head was on his chest. His fingers grazed her spine. "Don't tell me, you were thinking how damn amazing I am? Yeah?" He kisses the top of her head.

"Yes." She whispered.

"What?" Nate's hand stops on her lower back.

"I was just thinking how different this is. How our schedules work. How you know more about me than pretty much anyone." Kenzie admits.

"Well, good guess there. We do work so good together but you still have lots of secrets." Nate's leg rubs against her scar above her knee.

"That's a story for another day Nate. You don't have a game but you do have rehab things and a game to dress for." Kenzie looks up to kiss his lips.

"Fine." Defeated Nate finds a spot to fall back asleep.

Nate left early the next morning for morning skate which he wasn't actually participating in. Kenzie went for a run then off to work. She called him mid-afternoon to find him napping.

"Why are you napping when you aren't playing?" Kenzie questions.

"Um... habit, plus your pillow smells like you. Maybe you should come finish napping with me?" Nate cooed.

"Meds talking again there? Well, I'll let you nap and I'll be home before you head to the rink." Kenzie kisses as the two hang up.

"Well Mac, you two are gross... still." Drew appears in her door frame.

"Hahaha. What do you need?" Kenzie waves him in.

Drew sat in her office and talked about what she missed, had questions about his role, and normal work things. He was quickly adjusted to life working with his best friend which made Kenzie happy. She spent the rest of the work day working with Drew before heading back to her condo. The smell of rice hit her nose as she opened the door.

"Uh, Nate?" Kenzie calls out kicking off her shoes and puts down her bag. Walking towards the kitchen she sees Nate with air pods in, a white dress shirt rolled up and her busty Bavarian Dirndl apron on. She walked up behind him to slide her hand up his back.

"Fucking Chr..." Nate jumped at her touch.

"I didn't hurt you, did I?" Kenzie's look of panic noticeable.

"No, babe. I just didn't hear you and I'm clearly not looking at the time." Nate wrapped her up in his arms.

"I have other aprons you know?" She looked down at the cleavage line on the apron hitting just right on Nate.

"I know but this one is fun!" He wiggled his shoulders at her. "Those are for you and dinner is basically ready." Nate nodded at the dozen light purple roses on the counter. Kenzie's mouth dropped open.

"Nate." She crossed the kitchen to breathe them in. "You didn't..."

"I didn't but you deserve flowers." Nate answered. "Could you grab two plates please before I burn this stir fry that I'm not even sure is edible?" Kenzie reaches up to grab plates and moves over to Nathan at the stove.

"Smells amazing. Where's it from?" Kenzie inhales as he moves from one plate to the other.

"I made it." He places the pan back down.

"All of it?" Kenzie looks down and then back up to him. Nate sheepishly looks at her as he takes off the apron.

"Yeah, check the trash if ya don't believe me." He rubs the back of his neck. "Your favorite wine is already on the table. Unless it's too early."

"Wow! I could get use to injured Nate." Kenzie hands him his plate then kisses his lips.

"This is off season Nate for the most part. Well, I'd like to think it is. I don't know. I had time and this is like my one thing beyond breakfast that I know how to make."

They sit down to eat talking about their day. Kenzie curls up into a ball as she sips her wine. "Thank you Nathan." She eyes the clock knowing he needs to head out. "I don't think I should've had the second glass if I'm driving you." She swirls around the last bit of it.

"I'm riding with Cale. He kinda insisted. I think he just wants to get my take on the game since I'll just be watching." He stands up to clear their plates. "You curl up and I'll be home after the game, kay?" He retreats to the kitchen and Kenzie follows him.

"Did something happen? Did you hurt yourself more? I... I mean... Well?" Kenzie places her glass down. Nathan wraps her up in his arms.

"No, silly. This is what love is. I had a day off, I made you dinner. Thought you needed a little down time and got you flowers at the florist when I stopped by my place to grab this suit. Please stop over thinking and just enjoy your evening." Nate kissed her lips hard then headed out the door.

She decided to watch the game in bed and didn't hear Nate come in until his phone started going off.

"Fucking shit. What the..." He whispered and she rolled over.

"Hey." Kenzie's groggy voice croaked out.

"Shit, sorry." Nate leans over to kiss her. "Go back to bed." "What's wrong?" She questioned rubbing her eyes.

"They are talking no fans or even stopping the season for a few weeks." Kenzie sits up to look over Nate's shoulder.

"Playing without fans would be different." Kenzie rubs his back slowly.

"Not fantastic but still playing." Nate replies.

"Would a pause help you though?" Kenzie questions moving her body next to Nathan's.

"I mean, depending on time, maybe. Yeah. Just shortens summer regardless of playoffs." Nate scratches his head reading the texts from various NHL people.

"Will anything be solved tonight?" Kenzie takes the phone from him. He shakes his head no. "So, let's go to bed and deal with it in the morning. Yeah?” She leans over to place his phone on her nightstand then leads his arm over her side.

"You are right." Nate nestled into Kenzie's hair.

"I usually am." She whispered.

"Funny, true, but about the pause. It might help." She could feel his mind calculating.

"No sense of overthinking now. Wait for the league or the club to release something. For now, pause that brain of yours and spoon me." She jokes reaching down to pull his leg up.

"Happily pausing." Nate presses his body into hers with a laugh.

#nate the great 29 #nate mackinnon #nathan mackinnon #leave her wild #n mackinnon fic #forgot to add tags oops

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tomdiddlyumptious · 3 years

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T.H| Just Hurry up Please

summary: honestly coochie be bangin

warnings: shaving? A very talkative thomas and a pregnant women

a/n: i just read back in my messages and i swear these people lift me up so much, i love all of you who keep giving me complements and etc, i love all of you honestly.

“THOMASSS!” you yelled from the room, currently seven weeks pregnant and craving fruit snacks and mini Oreo packs, it made him confused and ask why the mini packs if they all taste the same, they simply do not.

“yes darling!” he got up and walked to the room, you sighed and lifted yourself up to the headboard before speaking. “i need you to do me a huge favor”

“if you want me to get you food it isnt a favor” he gently laughed before leaning against the door with his arms crossed. “no i need you to shave me” you simply said and his face dropped. “as innnnnnnn?” he took his hand and pointed south, “if you dont wanna do it you dont have to!-”

“nonononnono wheres the razor” he asked, quickly walking into the bathroom and looking on the counters and in the shower “its uhhhhh-” you snapped your fingers three times “its in the drawer nearest to the right wall!” you said and he nodded, walking to the wall and opening the drawer. “no these are where the towels are!- wait nevermind i went to the wrong wall” he rolled his eyes at his stupidity and went to the other wall, bending down and opening the drawer revealing all of your feminine products but he only grabbed the pack and opened it. taking one out and exiting the bathroom and coming back to you.

“i havent shaved in three months tom, its gonna get complicated down there” you warned him and only chuckled “oh im sure i know everything about heavens” “did you just call my vagina heavens?” “yeah?” you cringed at him before telling him to grab a towel, non scented soap, a squirt bottle and a plastic cup of water, plus a pair of scissors and a little small toothed comb.

“im not giving surgery, right?” he asked, looking at the small table that he set everything on. “you- shut up” you pointed at him before laying down. your pants are off and the two towels, your sitting on them. tom pushed the blankets to his side of the bed so the main focus is you. “alright, get in position”

“position?” tom asked, looking away confused. “As if your, gonna, ya know!” “ohhhhh” he separated your legs and laid on the bed, eye level with your clothed hood.

“are you ready?” “yes y/n” “pull them off” tom hasnt looked their in what felt like years. so he was excited and eager to pull them off, but when he did his face stood in shock “thomas, stop. your pissing me off” “sorry i didnt expect id be in the jungle” he spaced off, looking up at you as you gave...that look.

“whats the next step please!” “take the comb and the scissors please” you said, watching as he nodded and reached his arm over and grabbed the items. “you are going to give me a trim, okay?” his jaw dropped at your words “a...trim?”.

you sighed as you let your head rest on the pillow “i swear im not having sex with him ever again” you whispered “WAIT WHAT??? NONONONONONO IM GIVING YOU A TRIM” he quickly got to work, combing through the hairs before cutting them neatly, his tongue poking out the side of his lips as he tried all of the different ways. “Stop playin!” you yelled and he glared at you “your gonna make me stab you on accident!” “mhmm, accident you say?” he rolled his eyes and chuckled before cut more.

“so how do i clean this up?” “did you get the inside?” his eyes widened. “You grow hair inside-” “no tom we dont, move the lips” you ordered, looking as he moved your lip to the side “this is so strange” he muttered to himself, “be careful, i swear if you hurt me-” “i wont!” he took his other hand and replaced his current one pushing the lip away and took the scissors to carefully cut the hairs before repeating on the other side.

“take the soap and use the water to lather it up” you said and he followed, he lathered it up before placing it down. “okay now spread it on there” “like in between?” “no no, just above it” he placed the soap on the skin, the soft hairs against his hand as he rubbed it in, small circles all over. “open them more please” he said, and you followed. he got your bikini line “now the razor”

he picked it up “im scared y/n” “your doing good tom, just do swipes, go up then down, then to the side” “alright, i think i got that” he sighed, “and pull my stomach up!” “what?” “push the skin up” you took his free and used it to push up your stomach skin. “like that, okay?” “alright” he groaned before swiping gently up, he did it but avoided one place.

“god damn” he talked to his self, using the squirt bottle to rinse away the hair. “i feel like i should get an award, how ling have we been here for?” “about an hour” “AN HOUR? y/n im not ever doin this again, i can barely see” “keep talking shit” “shit atleast im being honest babe, i feel like i just gained 300 worth of muscle trying to shave this thing” “alright imma fuck you up” “im just sayin” he shrugged, dramatically wiping his forehead while you just starred at him.

“im telling my kids they father was a very lazy man” “i get up like 78 times a day just to get YOU food, whos lazy?” he said, biting his tongue as he got the bikini line. “exactly, so be quiet before i bite it” “bite what?” your eyebrows furrowed. “oh you know exactly what im talking about, now let me focus”

when he was done he helped you in the shower, rinsing off all the hair he couldnt get and you looked in the mirror “really? a land strip?” you said, both starring at the line of hair. “yeah i thought we could get matching ones” he shrugged. “you want me to do yours?” you asked looking at him and he nodded. “it shouldnt take an hour....right?” “uhmmmm no”

“AHHH” he screamed. “WHAT THE FUCK?” you giggled at his yelling. “sorry! but we gotta get this done!” “why the wax? why not the fucking razor?” he yelled in lowercase, you only shrugged before pulling the other side some and he screamed at the top of his lungs. “NO STOP IM NOT DOING IT ANYMORE” he pushed your hand away “tom its the last one...pleaseeee!” you begged, looking at the strip. “i gain all sex privileges back then, deal?” you dramatically thought about it before he smacked his lips and slapped your hand away “ALRIGHT ALRIGHT-” you quickly pulled the paper off and he screamed again. “OHHHH MY FUCKINGGGG GODDD Y/N” he starred at you while you tried to hold in your laughs. “it looks pretty” you choked out before you broke out laughing him still starring at you. “i have to put on some oil first!” picking up the tea tree oil and rubbing it on your finger tips before putting it on him, a sigh of relief leaving his lips as he tilted his head back.

“see! all happy a good now arent cha?” you giggled. “im never doing that again, y/n” “lets go look!” you took his hand and pulled him back into the bathroom, you both stood in silence as you tried posing, his area still slightly red as his penis was just in the air, sitting there. “yeah never again, period” “since when do you say period, thomas?” “since you waxed off my skin” “it was your idea!” “and i regret every minute of it, its only gonna grow back” you glared at him as he gave you a blank stare. “just put on your clothes” “exactly what i was about to say!”

#tom holland x reader #tom holland #tom holland fanfic #tom holland x black!reader #tom holland imagine #tom holland x pregnant!reader #tom holland fluff #tom holland au

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svnflowervol666 · 4 years

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An interview during self-isolation with Zane Lowe (Harry Styles x fem!Reader)

Word Count: 2.2k

Author’s Note: I’ve gotten a ton of asks to the tune of this scenario - about what a quarantine video with Harry and his family would look like. I put as many of them together as I could for you all! Hope you enjoy and it’s not too confusing, as this isn’t my typical writing style, but I tried my best to make it worth your while! Take care and TPWK.

“Harry, can ye’ hear me alright?” Harry heard Zane Lowe’s voice fill his right ear as he readjusted his headphones.

“Yeah, I can hear ya,” he responded, running his fingers through his hair once everything was situated and his laptop was balanced perfectly on his knee.

“I’ve just been video calling and chatting it up with everyone on how they’re navigating the pandemic, so I’m very thankful you’ve agreed to join in.”

“‘S no problem. Thank you f’ having me.”

“Oh!” Zane interjected his own strain of thought, “I see you’ve brought a special guest for us today,” he said when Harry’s screen finally focused and he was able to see everything on Harry’s end.

Harry chuckled, the dimples on either corner of his mouth growing wider at the mention of the sleeping body on his chest that’s got a fuzzy blanket tucked into their sides and draped over Harry’s upper half.

“I have,” Harry agreed, “Though he’s not gonna be worth much. Being a two-year-old is exhausting apparently.”

He gave the toddler a few gentle pats on the back and continued to look at Zane through the webcam.

“This is your son, right?” Zane asked.

“Who? Him?” Harry asked, nodding his head in the direction of his child, “Nah. Found him on the street.”

Both men laughed, but Harry tried to lower his volume as to not wake up his son.

“Well, he looks an awful bit like you t’ be a stray, don’t ye’ think?”

“I suppose the curls are quite convincing, aren’t they?” Harry sighed, playfully rolling his eyes.

“What’s brought your bubs along with you for this interview?”

“Erm,” Harry thought, wondering if he should be talking this much about his personal life but ultimately deciding it wasn’t too invasive, “Y/N’s been pretty tired lately, so I’m just trying to keep him out of her hair so she can rest. He’s going through a phase where he’s very clingy right now so he’d probably be crying f’ me at some point if I left him in his room.”

“Oh, that’s right!” it suddenly dawned on Zane, “You two are expecting again, aren’t you?

“We are,” Harry smiled softly yet proudly into the screen, “‘s kinda scary for us right now, but we’re hoping everything is cleared up before it’s time.”

“Yeah, yeah. I was just about to say right now’s probably not the greatest time to be havin’ a baby.”

“Well, the baby’s not due for a few more months so I think everything’ll be alright, but it’s still just kinda nerve-wracking ye’ know?”

“Absolutely,” Zane added, “This has all got t’ be tough on your guys; having to self-isolate with a toddler plus having one on the way.”

“Ehh, it’s not so bad,” Harry countered, rubbing his eyes with his knuckles as he spoke. “We’ve been spending a lot of time t’gether, which is pretty great. I just got done with all of the album promo, so I’d already been gone for a while. Plus, I was about to leave for tour for like a month so we were kinda sad about having to say goodbye before, but now I don’t have to. We talk to our families a lot and keep in touch with everyone pretty regularly so we don’t feel like we’re going too crazy.”

“Good! That’s good.”

Harry nodded in agreement.

“I was going to ask you about tour actually. You’ve pushed the European leg of your Love on Tour to next year, is that correct?”

“Correct.”

“That must be hard for you, I’m sure. I bet you were so ready to get back on the road and to have it all pulled out from under ye’ was probably not the greatest feeling.”

“I mean, it’s obviously disappointing, but like, in the grand scheme of things, it’s not the most important thing in the world. But I think everyone kinda understands that there’s not anything you can do about it and ye’ have to do what you can to keep everyone safe, ya know?”

“For sure,” Zane nodded, readjusting the hat on his head.

“Plus, it gives you time to practice doesn’t it?”

Harry’s belly shook as he laughed softly.

“Definitely gives us plenty of time to be prepar-”

Harry stopped in his tracks and looked down at his son who was still napping away, lifting his hand up from where it had been rested on his tiny bum.

“Everything alright?” Zane asked Harry after he was still quiet for a few seconds and his eyes were as wide as saucers.

“Uhh, yeah,” Harry stuttered as a noticeable heat climbed to his cheeks, “Think m’ son’s just farted on me in his sleep.”

This made Zane laugh even harder than he had before, clutching his chest while Harry remained embarrassed that his son had just passed gas on him during his first interview.

The commotion seemed to stir Harry’s son from his sleep. His pudgy legs began to stretch against Harry’s chest and his balled-up fists reached up to rub at his closed eyes. Harry seemed to sense some trepidation, like his son was going to start fussing at any given moment, so he quickly began bouncing his small body against his knee to soothe him and shushed him quietly in his ear. Zane didn’t draw much attention to it, but he couldn’t help but swoon over how easily Harry’s son settled back down.

Harry whispered, “’s alright, bubby. You’re alright,” before kissing the top of his curls gently, no doubt making the viewers lose their minds at home with how gentle he was being towards his boy.

“So your boy farts himself awake, huh?” Zane joked.

“Wouldn’t be the first time. He’s an absolute mess,” Harry added.

“Does he take after you or Y/N?”

Clearly, neither of them were interested in talking about music or tour anymore. Harry’s son had stolen the show, and he wasn’t even conscious.

“A little bit of both I’d say. He’s extremely kind and caring like Y/N, but loves to mess around like me. Can’t really say he got any of Y/N’s looks, though.”

“Absolutely not,” Zane chuckled into his mic, “That one’s all you.”

Harry laughed again, rubbing the tip of his nose with the palm of his hand out of habit.

“Is he excited to be a big brother?”

“Ehh, I think he kinda gets the idea, but not really,” Harry tilted his hand back and forth to symbolize the fact that his toddler could just barely come to grips with there being another baby in his mum’s belly.

“He knows there’s ‘something in mummy’s tummy,’“ Harry noted using air quotes, “And he like, gives Y/N’s stomach kisses all of the time because we tell him to and he sees me do it, but I don’t really think he’s come to grips with it.”

“Well, that makes sense,” Zane responded, “He’s only two.”

“Right, right,” Harry agreed, “But he’s, like, super cuddly and loves his stuffed animals and stuff, so I don’t think he’s gonna have a hard time at all really.”

Just when Zane was going to try to get back on topic with his prepared list of questions he had written up for Harry that didn’t involve his son, there was a commotion on Harry’s end that occurred somewhere beyond the view of the camera.

It was the sound of a door shutting a feet padding against hardwood steps.

“Harry!” a voice called out.

“Have you seen my laptop charger? I’m trying to FaceTime Gem- Oh,” the voice stopped.

“Sorry, baby,” Harry spoke above the laptop screen to whoever had just walked into the room, “Couldn’t find mine and I had t’ talk t’ Zane.”

“Which Zane?”

“Is that Y/N I hear?” Zane asked Harry.

Harry laughed at his wife’s words, quickly specifying that it was Zane Lowe and not his former bandmate.

“Yes, it is Y/N. She’s awoken from her beauty sleep it appears.”

The camera wasn’t able to pick up the way Y/N rolled her eyes at Harry.

“Gimme one of those,” Y/N demanded, holding her hand out for the other earbud that Harry wasn’t wearing so she could join in on his conversation with Zane.

Harry swung the free earbud around his chest with his free hand as to not disturb their son, smiling smugly at his wife while she settled onto the sofa next to him and cuddled into his side.

“Hello, gorgeous,” Zane greeted her.

“Hello, handsome,” Y/N responded, “How come you never call to talk to me anymore? Why do you only care about this nobhead?”

She playfully shoved Harry’s shoulder, but not hard enough to actually knock him sideways.

“He does have the number one album in the country right now. Kinda makes sense to check in on him now, dunnit?”

“And I’m his baby mama, so where’s my praise for carrying his little spawns?”

“You truly are a saint for tha’ one. I won’t lie.”

Harry feigned offense but failed to hide the smile that tugged on the corners of his lips.

“I’m sitting right here!” he scoffed.

“We know, love,” Y/N cooed him as she looked over at him and brushed his curls that had fallen onto his forehead back into his mess of hair.

“How are you doing, though, Y/N? We talked a bit about you while you were away. Harry said you’re strugglin’ a bit?”

“Umm, I mean, it’s just normal pregnancy stuff,” she dismissed his qualms as she absentmindedly stroked her protruding belly that was just barely in the frame, “I’m at the point where everything hurts all of the time and everything Harry does annoys the piss out of me, but other than that I’m pretty much normal.”

“Goodness. He didn’t tell me that part,” Zane chuckled, “Please elaborate.”

“Okay, well first of all-,” Y/N started.

“Why are you acting like you were just waiting f’ someone to ask you that question?” Harry forced through laughter.

“Because I’ve got a lot to say!” she exclaimed.

“You don’t pick up your dirty clothes, you leave your tea mugs all around the house, and you and your son eat all of my bread!”

“I do not eat all of the bread!” Harry started to playfully argue with his wife.

“I caught you sneaking into the pantry at midnight eating bread right out of the bag, Harold.”

“Well, what were you doin’ awake in the kitchen at midnight anyway, hmm?”

“I’m pregnant. I’m allowed to be hungry every twenty minutes. You’ve got no excuse.”

Harry sighed in defeat, meanwhile, Zane sat back and enjoyed listening to the two of them bickering like children.

“Sounds like the quarantine might getting t’ the both of you, huh?”

“Oh, no,” Y/N dismissed Zane, “We’re always like this.”

Just then, Harry felt the weight distribution on his chest shift, and saw a pair of emerald green eyes identical to his open and look back and forth between him and Y/N. His pudgy cheeks were flushed a warm, crimson color and the t-shirt he had taken a nap in was tugged over to the side from how well he had slept.

“Well, hello there, bubby. Nice of you t’ join us,” Harry spoke calmly to his son that was in the middle of waking up, gently brushing his fingers along the side of his face.

“Dear god. He looks just like you, Harry,” Zane said in disbelief.

This made Harry blush and hide his face in his son’s plush blanket, and Y/N looked lovingly down at her two boys.

“I know he does,” Harry confirmed, “Poor thing.”

Y/N rolled her eyes at Harry’s comment. As if that was meant to be an insult.

“Hung-y,” the three of them heard the toddler mumble.

“What’s that, lovie?” Y/N perked up.

“I hung-y” he repeated, his arms outstretched for his mother to which she happily accepted.

The boy crawled right over Harry towards Y/N, his foot sinking deep into Harry’s gut and making him grunt in reaction.

“You’re hungry?” Y/N asked, “You want some lunch, bubs?”

He nodded into Y/N’s shoulder where he had tucked himself away, clearly still in the mood to be loved on and cuddled.

“Well, let’s go make you something to eat then. What do you want? A banana?”

“Bread!” cheered the two-year-old, which earned a laugh from everyone in the room and an eye-roll from Y/N.

“Of course, you want bread. Wouldn’t expect anything less from your father’s child.”

“Why are you bullying me?” Harry fired back.

“Because you’re eating all of my damn bread!” Y/N yelled before scooping their son up from the couch and teetering out of frame into the kitchen.

“Alright,” started Zane, “Seems like it’s time for me to leave you three alone. Thanks for stopping in t’ chat.”

Harry chortled, readjusting his headphone one last time to sign off.

“Thanks again f’ havin’ me. Sorry my family crashed your interview.”

“It’s no bother at all, mate. ‘S actually quite refreshing seeing ye’ like this. I’m sure everyone watching would agree. Reminds us all that you’re human and not some robot with perfect hair and the voice of an angel.”

Harry hid his face in his hands, blushing for what felt like the thousandth time during this video call.

“I hope you lot continue to stay safe and healthy through all of this.”

“Thank you so much. You as well,” Harry added.

“Of course. Tell Y/N I’ll ring her up soon.”

“Will do,” Harry nodded, “If she doesn’t kill me f’ asking her t’ make me some toast first.”

#harry styles x reader #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles imagine #harry styles one shot #harry styles x pregnant!reader #dad!harry #dad!harry x reader #dad!harry x pregnant!reader

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bcdrawsandwrites · 3 years

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Fandom: Psychonauts

Rating: T

Genre: Angst

Characters: Caligosto Loboto, Loboto’s parents

Warnings: Surgery, lobotomy, hallucinations, child abuse, EVERYTHING IS HORRIBLE AND NOTHING IS OKAY WITH THIS (but there’s nothing graphic)

Description: Just be still, and you'll be fine.

Beta Readers: @jaywings and Rocket (who I’m not sure is on Tumblr?)

Notes: who let me write Psychonauts fanfic. also some of the phrases in this fic were taken from this site.

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“Scattering sparks of thought energy

Deliver me and carry me away”

“Here in my kingdom, I am your lord

I order you to cower and præy”

- The Mind Electric, by Tally Hall

---

Sometimes it was nice to just lay down in the park and watch the clouds float overhead.

He often had a lot of energy, both normal and... well... unnatural, but sometimes it was nice to relax, especially when he didn't feel like himself. His energy was ebbing, and there was something… something...

"Can you tell us another?"

He glanced up. Several of his usual playmates were standing around him, their faces lit up in interest. He grinned a wide, toothy grin.

"The boy babbled blatantly but was blessed with a brilliant brain!"

"Good!"

The compliment made his brow furrow. Normally they might cheer "cool!" or "awesome!" but he shrugged—he'd take it. It gave him a warm feeling inside, unlike the frequent chill of his own home. Plus, he couldn’t help but light up as he watched the smiles on his friends’ faces—some of them were still losing baby teeth, he noted, and the progression was fascinating. He knew what he could do to see more of those grins, too...

Without raising his head too much—it hurt a little, and he could see well enough from where he was—he glanced around to make sure his mother wasn't too close by. Luckily she was way off in the pavilion, talking to several other adults. Good; she wouldn't see, and neither would the other prying parents.

"How about this?" he asked, and with a tiny bit of concentration lifted a few rocks off the ground, spinning them in circles. Instead of cheering, however, the children backed away, their smiles fading.

"Look, he's trying to—!" one girl whispered frantically.

"Don't worry, he's fine for now."

He frowned, dropping the rocks. "O-oh, I'm sorry! I didn't think they would see..."

"That's okay. Can you tell us another?"

"Disappointed dogs don't do dangerous deeds." Wincing, he closed his eyes—there was a breeze that seemed to pass over his head only, running through his hair.

His scalp felt cold.

---

"Go on, Caligosto. Show the doctor how you can pick it up."

"Like this...?"

"No, the other way."

"But... mother doesn't like it when I do it that way."

"Do as you're told, Caligosto."

"...Okay..."

The fish swam all about the pond, but came closer to the surface when they realized he was watching from his usual spot on the shore. As they nearned him, he settled over the grass, staring down at his scaly friends. The fish seemed to like his company, and they wouldn't snitch to his parents if he did anything they wouldn't like.

On top of that, he felt a connection with them, almost like the sort of connection he could feel with people. They couldn't talk, and they didn't have facial expressions… but he could almost read them somehow, more and more as he continued visiting. Now he could sense what foods they wanted, or when they were scared of a nearby predator. It was nice to help them out.

It was also interesting to see the different kinds of teeth the fish had—some had sharp fangs, some had tiny flat teeth, and some had teeth in weird places, like their tongue or throat!

"Can you hear us?"

He would have jumped, but that would have scared the fish. As it was, he leaned forward, his eyes wide beneath their glasses. "Yes! I can hear you!" He could hardly contain his excitement. "I'd always thought I could hear you before, but never this clear! Do you think—"

"Good! Can you tell us another?"

He blinked. "Another what?"

"Another phrase."

Oh, right. In his excitement he'd nearly forgotten that he'd occasionally show off for the fish as well, though he'd never been sure if they could understand. "Friendly fish flip-flop fast when facing fearsome foes!"

"Very good!"

Giggling, he settled himself back down on the soft grass. "I'm glad you think so... my parents always tell me to be quiet."

Apparently, the fish had nothing to say to this, for they remained quiet, swimming just under the surface and watching him. So he kept watching them too, observing the light that reflected off their scales. But one creature caught his eye: a small turtle swimming in place. It was odd to see to begin with, but the paddling of its little feet seemed strangely frantic, its front legs moving in big sweeping arcs. It didn't speak, but he swore he could hear it—

Away, away—

---

"Is that... all he's capable of?"

"I'm afraid not."

"D—Father, are we done? I don't like it here..."

"Only speak when spoken to, Caligosto."

"Can we see anything else?"

"Yes."

"I-I don't want to—"

"Caligosto."

"Okay, okay! Let me—"

---

The seas were calm, and he had worked hard today as a navigator (or was he first mate? he couldn't quite remember, but that was okay), keeping a close eye on the compass and making sure they were staying on course. They were nearing the shore, but for now, he was taking a break, resting against a coil of rope with his eyes closed, enjoying the smell of the ocean air and the feeling of sunshine.

And also trying to forget his headache—he was pretty sure he bumped his head coming down from the crow's nest.

"You're doin' good today, mate! Squawk!"

He opened one eye, noting the parrot sitting just behind him. "Thanks, Crackers!"

Birds hadn’t been something that interested him too much at first; what kind of silly animal didn’t have teeth? That is, until he’d learned that birds have a weird organ that acted as their teeth. Fascinating!

The parrot cocked her head at him. "Do you know any more?"

Oh right, of course the parrot enjoyed those phrases. "The pretty parrot perched upon the putrid pirate's peacoat!"

Crackers gave a pleased chirp, ruffling her feathers.

Wincing, he found his headache was starting to get worse, like a bad toothache, and closed his eyes again. "Do you think we'll reach shore soon?"

We won't if you don't get out.

He opened his eyes. Crackers was gone.

---

"STOP! STOP! MAKE IT STOP!"

"What are you doing?!"

"I-I just did what you asked—"

"I didn't tell you to—!"

"I'm sorry!"

"Put him out, hurry—"

"We've seen enough, doctor. We'll schedule an appointment for your son next week."

"N-next week?!"

"Very well. He'll be there promptly."

---

The kids’ expressions had changed from bright smiles to tightly-drawn lips and wide eyes, and it made him shudder. "Is something wrong?" he asked.

"No, it's fine. Tell us another."

"The store..." He paused, concentrating. Strange, he didn't usually have trouble remembering these things, but it must have just been his headache. "The store clerk stood and... stared at me in stupor."

"I would too after what I've seen," one kid muttered, only to be shushed by another.

His heart gave a pained jolt. "Wh-what?"

"Nothing!"

He didn't like the way they were talking—it reminded him of... something else. Someone else. Another child stepped closer to him, looking down at him with a furrowed brow and frightened eyes. He felt the sudden urge to scoot away.

You're in danger.

---

"Wh...where am I supposed to go?"

"Just in through these doors."

"Okay... Why do I have to come back here to the doctor, though? I feel fine."

"Nevermind that. Do you remember what your father told you to do?"

"Yeah! The fun phrases. I know a million of those!"

"Good."

"Would you like to hear... w-wait, who are all these people watching? Wh... what are those?"

---

The fish were swimming in circles and starting to make him dizzy. He rested his head down in the cool grass, but it did little to help. "Oh... sorry. I'm not feeling so good. I should be going home..."

"You can go home soon. Tell us another first."

"Ugh... My mom... m-my... mother makes a... marvelous... meat... mincemeat pie." Recalling these phrases was starting to feel like what he imagined pulling teeth felt like, but a lot less fun. Was his mother missing him now? How long had he been gone? "I... really need to go home now."

"No you don't."

His eyes shot open, and he shivered as he stared down at the fish. "Wh... what did you... say?"

"Don't try to move. You'll be all right."

All of the fish watched him eagerly... but the turtle was still waving its front feet even more frantically.

---

"Don't worry about that."

"N-no! I know what those tools are—I've read my dad's books. You're gonna hurt me!"

"Nonsense. Just lay on the bed and you'll be fine."

"No, I don't want to! You can't make me!"

---

The ship heaved up and down with the swell of the waves. His insides rolled with it, and he remained lying on the coil of rope, waiting for his stomach to stop lurching and his head to stop aching.

"You stopped. Keep going."

"Ugh... The newt... nuzzled in a... n-narrow... nook."

"Good."

"No, it's not, Crackers! I don't feel good..."

"You're fine, squawk! Try to distract yourself."

"Okay..." Opening one eye, he raised a shaky hand, lifting the end of the rope and making it snake through the air, though it shuddered all the while. It was a lot more difficult than usual... Normally he could lift several objects at once, and delighted the crew by juggling them. He felt like he should be able to do other things too, but what?

---

"Oh mercy! He's going to kill someone!"

"Caligosto, if you don't stop this at once, I will call your father!"

"So call him! I want him here! Why didn't he come with me?!"

"Oh no, he's trying to light the chair on fire—"

"Go get the earmuffs, now."

"MOM! DAD! WHERE ARE YOU?!"

"GET THEM NOW!"

---

The sun was covered in clouds, and the humid air brought a promise of rain. Why were the other kids still here? Surely their parents would have called them home by now. He wished they would. Surely his mom would have called him, too, wouldn't she?

"Tell us another," one girl asked urgently, taking a hesitant step forward.

His head was swimming. "I-I don't wanna..."

"Tell us now."

Focusing, he managed to force his mind to concentrate. "She sniffed... and s-smelled... the stirring storm."

"Good, tell us another," one fish bubbled from the water.

A sharp pain like a broken tooth filled his skull, his insides felt sick, and the rain was beginning to fall. "I... I can't..."

"Tell us, Caligosto."

"B... Bernie read a book... b-by the... ba—babbling brook." He wanted to wipe the rain from his face, but he felt too exhausted to move his arms. "C-can I go... home..."

"Squawk! We're not to shore yet. Give me another."

He stared up at the blurred vision of the bird. "Why...?"

"Do as you're told."

"Th-the... hummingbirds... hovered... a-and hummed in... heavenly..." His voice broke off into a choked sob. "I wanna... no... I wanna... go home..."

"Caligosto?"

---

"I WANT TO GO HOME!"

"Get it on him, get it on—"

"GET AWAY FROM ME!"

"Where did he go?!"

"The monster's turned invisible!"

"I WANNA GO HOME!"

"There! Put it on right—there!"

"STOP, I WANNA—"

---

"...go home!"

He blinked.

"You are home, Cali," his mother said, beaming down at him with a wide, pearly-white grin.

"I am?" Blinking again, he looked around. Indeed, he was in front of his house, with his parents both standing on the front porch, as they had been when he'd left. On top of that, his head didn't hurt and he didn't feel sick. "I... I am!"

"You're all done with the doctors now," his father said, smiling. "We're so proud of you!"

"You... you are?" He stared open-mouthed; his father had never told him that before. "I'm all done?"

"Yes you are, dear." His mother knelt down, but he didn't come closer—something was making his hair stand on end. "Almost."

His stomach twisted.

"Just tell us another, son."

"N... no..."

The smile on his father's face faded. "Do as you're told, Caligosto."

"N-no... no, no..." He tried to shake his head, but couldn't. "I... I want to go home..."

The pain was coming back, spiking through his head, and he cried out.

"We're going to lose him—"

"No, just a little more."

"No," he sobbed. "No, no! Mom! Dad!"

The park was flooding. The fish were swirling around his head. Waves crashed over the boat.

He had to do something. Anything.

Focusing with everything he had left, he tried to think, tried to move something, tried to make something burn, tried to call for help—

Did—did you hear that?

Cali?

The agony peaked, and his vision turned orange.

---

"Ooooh... ugh..."

"Is this safe?"

"It's safe for us. The psilirium will keep him under control during the procedure."

"But can he still hear us?"

"Son, can you tell us one of your funny phrases?"

"Sure... grass grows greener in the graveyard."

"You see? He'll be fine."

---

There was no park.

There was no pond.

There was no ocean.

There were several doctors staring down at him, a great many more people seated in the theater behind them, and an empty feeling within him.

Something was gone. Something important.

"How do you feel, Caligosto?"

His brain was slow to work, and he could not form the words, but if he could have, he would have answered:

Like... a cavity.

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𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐞 || 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨

𝗦𝗮𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘂 𝗚𝗼𝗷𝗼 𝘅 𝗚𝗡 Shaman 𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

Synopsis - Satoru is your home, and boy does he have a surprise for you after a mission. Word Count - 1,827 Genre - Fluff Warnings - Language, just Gojo being Gojo.

For most, home was a building. Sometimes where your family lived, or maybe just by yourself with a pet to accompany you after a hard day at work. That was for most though. You didn’t have much of a family. You were an only child, your parents were killed by curses at a young age, and any other family you did had casted you aside because they blamed you for their death.

You were lonely after that, that was until you met the spunky Satoru Gojo in your first year at Jujutsu Tech. He was the one who recruited you, telling you about everything and even bringing you to meet the principal. You were accepted and then attended Jujutsu Tech with Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto, and Shoko Ieiri.

You and Gojo were opposites all throughout highschool. He was flamboyant and full of himself, never respecting his seniors and sometimes even making a fool of himself. You were quiet and shy and tended to work by yourself, as you were extremely self reserved.

You guys had bonded closely though, and since then, Satoru Gojo was your home.

Now you were both 28 and teachers at Jujutsu Tech. You two were both special grade shamans, and went on missions together sometimes. Not to mention you had been dating for years now. Usually you opted to stay back to handle the first years while he was gone, but sometimes left it up to your fellow friend Kento Nanami if you decided to accompany him.

Satoru was currently gone on a mission, so you decided to take Itadori on a walk with you. Him being alive was still being hidden, but you knew him and Satoru were plotting a huge reveal. “Hey L/n Sensei?” Itadori asked while you walked the busy streets of Tokyo.

“Yes, Itadori?” you responded.

“Excuse me if I’m overstepping my boundaries, but how did you and Gojo-Sensei get together? You guys seem so different, but work so well together somehow.” he said. “Hm, well… We met when we were your age. He brought me to Jujutsu Tech and we went to school together.” you said. “Woah! Really?” he asked. “Yes really.” you chuckled. “Did you know Nanami, too?” “Yup, he was a year below us.” “That’s cool!” he said. “I suppose,” you said, “how about we stop and get some sushi as a reward for how hard you’ve been working?” you asked.

“That would be awesome!” he exclaimed “When we get there, can you tell me more?” “Whatever floats your boat kid.” you shrugged.

You both walked together, soon entering the nearest sushi place. Once you got the food you both had ordered (more like made itadori order), you paid the man at the register and sat down. You sat down facing away from the door of the small establishment.

“Wow! Thank you Sensei.” he smiled, digging into his sushi happily.

“You owe me, kid.” you winked jokingly. He stopped eating and stared at you. “I thought this was to celebrate. Plus, I ordered for you!” he frowned. “Was it?” you asked. “Don’t do that!” he exclaimed, sighing of relief when he saw your grin.

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever.” you laughed, grabbing your chopsticks and starting to eat as well.

“Who knew you, a teacher, can’t even order for yourself.”

“Shut up asshole, I paid for it.” you giggled. “You’re so mean.” he frowned.

“Awh come on, I was just joking with ya kid.” You felt your phone vibrate in your pocket and you grabbed it out, seeing that Satoru was calling.

“Hello?” you said, Itadori giving you a ‘who is it look’. You held your finger up as a way to say hold on.

“Hey. I’m dying. Just wanted to let you know.” he said in a monotone voice. “wHAT?” you whisper shouted. Itadori gave you a weird look and you glared at him.

“Just kidding, did I get you?” he asked.

“What the fuck, Satoru.” you said. “Goodbye.” “Wai-” You hung up on him and cut him off. “Was that Gojo-Sensei?” he asked.

“Yes.” you said, continuing eating.

“What did he say?” he asked . “Something that made me want to punch him.” you mumbled through the bite you had just taken. Your phone started ringing again. You picked it up and stared at the screen, eventually accepting it. “What?” you groaned.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” he apologized.

“Not funny, Satoru.” you said. He knew you were always anxious about him dying, despite his power, it was a major fear you had.

“I know, I apologize.” he said.

“I don’t wanna hear it,” you said, “now what do you want?”

“I wanted to check in on my lovely significant other! So, whatcha doin’?” he asked.

“I took Itadori out for some sushi.” you said. “Where?” he asked. “In Tokyo, where else?”

“Fair point.” he said.

“Are you doing anything interesting?” you asked, taking another bite of your sushi.

“Nah, not really. Just doing some sightseeing.” he said. “Aren’t you supposed to be on a mission?” you asked. “I am.” “Then why are you ‘sightseeing’?”

“Because I wanted to. And I already exorcised two of the three curses that i was sent to exorcise so…” “Whatever suits you then” you sighed, rolling your eyes.

“I’m gonna go refill my drink.” Itadori said softly. You nodded and he got up and walked away.

“How’s my boy Itadori doing?” he asked.

“Good.” “How’s the sushi?” “Good.” “C’mon,” he whined, “don’t just say ‘good’, say something else!”

You were tempted to say good again, but you didn’t. Instead, you just sat in silence and continued eating your sushi. Itadori came back and sat down, quickly devouring what was left of his sushi.

“HeLlO? Are you theRE?” he asked.

“Yes.” you said.

“You’re boring..” he groaned.

“You’re the one who called me.” you reminded him. “Whatever. I’ll be home the day after tomorrow. See you then!” he said. “Bye Satoru.” you said.

“Hey…” he pouted. “What?” you asked. “You didn’t say it.” he sniffled.

“I love you, you big goof.” you said.

“I love you moreee.” he said.

“Yeah.” you said. You hung up before he could say anything else and set your phone back down on the table.

“What was that all about?” Itadori asked.

“Satoru is planning something,” you sighed, “like always.”

“What do you think he’s-” his phone went off. “Oh.”

“Huh?”

“Fushiguro texted me.” he said.

“Oh, okay cool.”

“You were a slow eater compared to Itadori, who was already finished. You slid some money over to him and nodded.

“Get some more, I know you’re still hungry. You’re under my supervision, so it's up to me to make sure you’re properly fed.”

“Woah, really? You’re the best!” he exclaimed, hopping out of his seat to get more food.

Once he came back, you both ate what you had. Itadori looked up at you and his face kinda looked red.

“You good?” you asked.

“Y-yeah..” he looked down.

“Okay then…” you chuckled at how awkward he was being.

“When are you and Gojo-Sensei going to get married?” he asked randomly. You laughed a little bit.

“Who would want to marry me?” you asked, only half joking.

“Me.” a voice behind you said. You turned around in your seat to see Satoru on one knee behind you, holding a sparkling engagement ring in a black velvet box. You choked when you saw him.

“Get it Gojo-Sensei!” Itadori cheered. “So… Y/n, will you marry me?”

Your face turned red and you just about started crying.

“Y-yes.” you said. He didn’t hesitate to put the ring on your finger and sweep you up, kissing you softly.

“I missed you.” he grinned.

“I missed you too, but everyone is staring at us.” you whispered. You were trying not to cry tears of joy in front of everyone, this was the best moment of your life so far, and you were glad to be able to share it with others, but you did not like being the center of attention.

“Congratulations!” someone cheered. Everyone started clapping for you and your face burned with embarrassment.

“Yeah Gojo-Sensei! Woohoo!” Itadori shouted.

“I hate it here.” you groaned. Satoru gave you a quick forehead kiss.

“Nah, you love me,” he said cheekily. “Now come on kid, lets go.”

Satoru carried you outside and Itadori followed close behind after throwing the trash away from your guys meal.

“Itadori, grab my hand.” he said. Once Itadori did, the three of you were warped back to where Itadori had been staying.

“I’m going to take Y/n home, I’ll check back in with you later, okay?” Satoru said.

“Yes sir.” Itadori bowed. You chuckled at his actions. You held onto Satoru’s arm and he warped you back to your house.

“How was your day?” he asked, smiling like a kid in a candy shop.

“It was wonderful.” you said, kissing his cheek.

“I can’t believe I’m marrying the love of my life.” he let out a happy sigh.

“Wish I could say the same.” “What?!” he gasped.

“I’m just kidding,” you snickered, “that’s what you get for earlier.”

“Hm..” he said, “c’mere.”

He dragged you to your shared bedroom and you hopped on the bed. He laid down next to you on his back.

“Can’t we just check on Itadori together tomorrow? I don’t want you to leave…”

“Aww, of course babe.” he said, giving you a quick kiss. He took out his phone and texted Itadori that he would visit tomorrow instead of later tonight.

“Why don’t we watch some movies?” he suggested.

“Sounds nice.” you yawned. He turned the tv in your guys room on as you closely cuddled up to him.

“What would you like to watch? He asked.

“Whatever you want.” you smiled. He put a movie on and he hugged you tightly, showering you with kisses as he paid attention to the movie.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said softly, “I just love you so much.”

“I love you more.” you smiled, kissing his nose.

“Impossible.” he said

“Oh, it is indeed very possible,” you smiled, “and bye the way, did Itadori know about your little plan?” “I told him I was coming, I texted him after talking to you on the phone.” “That bastard… he lied to me!” you exclaimed.

“Huh?” “He said Fushiguro texted him. That little-” “He can’t just ruin my surprise!” he chuckled.

“You’re such an asshole.” you whined.

“The asshole that you’re marrying,” he said, “that you chose to marry.”

“You’re lucky I love you as much as I do.” you said, laying your head on his chest. He gently ran his hands through your hair.

“Yeah, I really am lucky.” he whispered.

“As am I.” you smiled, holding the hand that wasn’t being used to run through your hair.

Satoru Gojo had been your home for years, now he’d be your home for as long as you both live. Just like you both wanted since high school.

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