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burrow-ix · 11 months

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Sun-Kissed

Ted’s pool party turned out to be a lot more fun than you thought it would be…👀

Warnings: Joe looking like a beach babe, emphasize the BABE; smut; fingering if you squint; that freaking chain; etc.

Also this is like probs my first official time writing smut so hopefully it doesn’t bore you or make you cringe, if it does, I am so sorry :*)

Also, thanks to @balanceingrace for the encouragement❤️

Part Two is Here!

You and Joe arrive at Ted’s house for the pool party he was having for Memorial Day weekend. A lot of Joe’s teammates and their girlfriends and wives were going to be there as well, so you talked Joe into going so he could be social for once.

You sit down in-between Joe Bachie’s girlfriend, Holly and Sam’s girlfriend, Jess on the edge of the pool along with a couple of the other girls.

“That hair driving Joe nuts yet?” Holly asks and you giggle.

“Not yet anyway. He does mess with it constantly but I honestly think he likes it. We’ll see how he feels about it in July and August when its borderline 100 degrees during practice” you give her a smug look and she laughs.

“What do you think about it?” Jess smirks.

“I like it. It’s different. We were together for almost a year when he grew it out super long the first time and I didn’t mind it then but I’m curious to see what he’d look like with it now. That man has aged like fine wine so I’m excited to see some flow” you bite your lip and the girls giggle.

“You talkin’ shit?” Joe asks from behind you, standing over you.

“About you? Of course” you smile back at him and he just shakes his head as he hands you a cold bottle of water.

When you looks back at your man, you couldn’t help but let your eyes wander.

Joe had come back from playing basketball with some of the guys, his button up shirt all the way unbuttoned, showing his tan, sweaty, toned chest and torso. His chest being your weakness. His hair that has gotten longer over the past couple months and you were becoming feral over this new style he was trying. His hair was more blonde than usual, all thanks to the sun. The dirty blonde becoming low lights while the blonde really shown through. His Cartier sunglasses sitting nicely on his nose and cheekbones along with his chain around his neck that glittered in the sun, the rays bring out the jewels perfectly. Good God, you thought, if he just bent me over right now-.

“Damn, when did you turn into a slut?” You dip down your sunglasses at him, trying to joke with him instead of pouncing on him like a freaking tiger.

“A long time ago. When I started dating you” he dips his sunglasses down, copying you and shooting you a wink, which just made you even more hot. He’s such a jerk.

“Jesus” you mutter under your breath. This was too much stimulation for you, and you was afraid that if you looked at him any longer that you would

1) do or say something that no one else around should experience in public or 2) melt; which you were already doing.

“Well you need to quit because all of your ‘girlies’ can’t handle all of this” you motions to the heavenly being that was him. You couldn’t even handle all of that.

“Oh this is just for you, pretty girl. No one else to impress but you” he looks smugly at you, that famous smirk making its way onto his perfect lips.

And…it was done. That did you in.

You turn back around, facing the pool. You look over at Holly who knew what you were thinking.

“I’ll cover for you, get ya some” she smirks and nods her head towards the house.

“Thank you” you whisper to her before climbing out of the pool and facing back towards Joe. He chuckles lowly and you place your hand on his lower back, turning him around and pushing him nonchalantly into the house.

“Something wrong?” Joe asks you sarcastically, knowing the effect he has on you. Knowing your weaknesses that easily make you all hot and bothered for him.

You push him down the hallway and into the guest room and shutting the door behind you, locking it without even looking, just watching your man stare at you with eyes that were once bright blue, now dark as the depths of the ocean. And you were about to go for a dive.

“You” you tell him plainly. You make your way toward him, your hands finding their way to his bare, broad chest and your eyes looking up at him through your lashes.

“You are what’s wrong…but so right” you whisper.

In seconds, his strong hands grab your cheeks and his lips are on yours. Hard, unyielding, but loving and passionate. He couldn’t get enough of you and that damn berry chapstick you wore all the time. Your lips have never tasted any different.

His hands slide into your hair, gripping onto your long locks, slightly tugging which makes you moan against his mouth, causing his lips to curve up into a small smile.

Joe wasn’t one for PDA, but you get him in a room by yourselves, he was on you in less than a minute. Believe it or not, the man was handsy. But you didn’t mind the feeling of his strong, veiny hands on you, touching you, holding you. It was ecstasy.

His hands grip your hips as yours slide up his chest, to his shoulders, around his neck and into his dirty blonde hair that was now longer, easier to pull. He moans against your lips, spinning you around and letting you fall against the mattress, him going to pull his shirt off but you stop him.

“No. You better leave that on or so help me god-“

“Okay then” he chuckles, “can I take my shorts off or do I have to leave those on too?”

“Off, smart ass” you roll your eyes as you reach for his shorts, unbuttoning them and shoving them down his legs.

“These too?” He asks smugly, snapping the band of his boxer briefs against this skin.

“Joseph, I swear to god-“

“Okay, I’m done” he laughs, leaning down to reattach his lips to yours.

He quickly rids himself of his underwear, also quickly pulling your shorts and your blue bikini bottoms down all in one go and throwing them on the floor. He reaches behind your neck, his fingers sending chills down your spine as he pulls one the strings to your top loose, causing the tie to come undone.

He kisses down your neck, latching onto the place under your ear that makes you weak. He’s careful to not leave a mark, knowing you’d have his ass for having to walk back out to his teammates and their girls with a bright purple and red mark on your neck.

He makes his way down the column of your neck, you becoming a moaning mess, wanting him to be inside you already. He eventually arrives to your chest where he grabs onto the cloth of your matching blue bikini top with his teeth and pulling it down to expose your “perfect” breasts; his words.

“I’m obsessed with you” he says lowly, looking up at you through those blonde lashes and instantly latches onto your right nipple.

“Mmm” you moan, holding onto the back of his head, your fingers tangling into his hair as he swirls his incredible tongue around the bud.

He knew the other one was getting jealous so he moved over to your left breast, giving it the same amount of attention as the right. Joe was neither a boob or a butt guy; he was both. If he had to choose between your boobs or your butt, he would surely die.

Joe pulls away from your chest and looks into your eyes. He takes his index and middle finger and brings it to his mouth, licking them and bring them down to your core. You gasp as they brush your clit, him slowly circling it just to get you more worked up than you already were.

He drags them down to your entrance, teasing you as he feels the mess you’ve already made of yourself.

“Just wanted to make sure you were ready for me” he smirks.

“Always ready for you” you whine as he pulls his fingers away and brings them back up to his mouth, sucking your juices off of them.

“I know” he smiles.

He spits into his hand and brings it down to his dick who was also always ready for you.

You reach down and wrap your hand around him, slowly pumping him.

“O-oh shit” he groans, dropping his head to your shoulder.

You pick up the pace, a bead of precum appearing on his tip, he was starting to become a moaning mess. You take your thumb and slide it over his tip and let go of him to bring your thumb to your mouth. Slipping it into your mouth, you swirl around it, tasting him to which he watches you intently.

“I need to feel you, now” he says, his voice low and raspy. He lines himself up with your entrance before slowly, almost painfully pushing himself in.

“God” you moan out, your breath hitching in your throat as he hit your cervix. You’ll never get used to him, it’s always a pleasant surprise.

“You feel insane, baby” he groans, his head dipping down to your shoulder, pressing a kiss to your collarbone. Your hands still in his hair, obsessed with gripping onto and pulling on his now longer blonde curls.

He pulls out and pushes all the way back in again, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. Joe starts to pick up the pace, the sound of skin smacking skin making the experience oh-so-much better and intense.

“Look at me” he breathes out, his face hovering over yours, that chain gently hitting your chin as he continues to thrust into you. Oh, that could make you come undone right then and there. God bless that freaking chain.

“You are so pretty, Jesus-“ he hisses, starting to fully pound into you, repeatedly hitting that soft spot inside of you, making your eyes roll back once again.

“Joe, I’m gonna-“ your eyes screwing shut as your hands go under the back of his shirt, gripping onto his muscular back.

“Let go, baby, let go” he grunts, his dick spasming against your walls as they clinch around him. He brings his lips back down to yours as you come undone, whimpering into his mouth as he continues to thrust into you, the oversensitivity starting to kick in.

With a couple more sporadic thrusts, moaning your name against your lips, he lets go, coating your walls.

He pulls out of you gently, both of you whimpering at the sensitive feeling. He lies down next to you, both of you trying to catch your breath.

“So the unbuttoned shirt is officially approved?” Joe asks, looking over at you and you giggle.

“10 stamps of approval” you smile at him and he couldn’t help but laugh.

“Cool” he smiles back at you before leaning over to you and pressing a sweet kiss to your lips.

“We should probably go back out there before they start to get suspicious” Joe sits up and pulls his underwear and shorts up his long legs and sets your bikini bottoms and shorts on the bed next to you.

“Joe, they’re not stupid, they know damn well what we came in here to do” you scoff and he laughs.

“Well, I’m going to blame it on you if they ask” He helps you stand up.

“Go right ahead and see what happens, you jerk” you narrow your eyes at him as you tie your bikini top strings back.

“Go pee. You can threaten me later, pretty girl” he winks and gives your ass a healthy smack as you make your way to the bathroom.

“It’s not threatening, it’s promising, JB” you tell him, patting his chest.

“Also,” you stop in the doorway, “you should wear that all of the time”

You smirk at him as he smiles at you.

“Oh I will wear it everyday if I get the exact same reaction I did today” he nods.

“Good” you wink and shut the door behind you.

After getting yourself cleaned up and fixing your sex hair, you walk back outside to where Joe was already sitting with the guys, chatting away.

You walk over to Joe and sit yourself on his thick thighs, your favorite seat to sit on, other than his face. Joe presses a kiss to the back of your shoulder, once again, sending a chill down your back. You shoot him a loaded look over your shoulder and he smiles up at you, those blue eyes glistening behind his sunglasses.

“Love you” he mouths to you and you blush.

“Love you” you mouth back and turn your attention back to the guys.

One of these days, he will be the death you. But hey, that would be a great way to go out.

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thelittleliars · 2 months

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Valentine's day getaway

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Warnings: fluff

Words: 1.6K

Summary: A little roadtrip on Valentine's with your girlfriend.

A/N: a little one shot for valentine's day because I want Nat to be my Valentine 😭

The sun rays shone directly through the window of the car where you sat. You didn't mind feeling the warmth of the first few sun rays on your skin, you actually liked it. What you didn't like was the long sitting, you itched to stretch your legs and get that pain away that your butt got from sitting for nearly three hours. Those two little breaks you already had did not help a bit. You groaned in discomfort. "Tell me, why are we even driving again? We could have borrowed a quinjet." Natasha, your girlfriend quickly looked over to you with a grin before focusing on the street again. "Because I like driving and I love spending time with you."

"I always love doing something with you Nat, but driving 3 1/2 hours just to a cabin up in Northville is not something I imagined when you say you want to spend time with me."

"Yeah well.. I wanted some alone time with you, away from everyone and it's a cabin nobody knows about." She told you softly. You nodded and then added your thoughts to it. "Nobody but your sister, you mean."

"Only because she helped me with the final decision." Your girlfriend revealed as it made you even more excited to arrive there. "That's nice of her." Natasha snorted, knowing Yelena only did something nice if it benefitted her. "It's obvious she only did that for her own gains. It'd be another safe house."

"That or so that she could annoy her big sister." You teased but it kind of backfired when you heard more of an angry grumble. "Probably both." You instantly shifted the conversation back to the cabin alone. "I want a whole tour when we arrive." Natasha didn't say anything else, she only gave you a smirk that made you sigh in relief, she wasn't angry or mad.

The rest of the drive was silent except for the punk-rock radio station that was playing in the background. You became giddy as your girlfriend pulled into the tiny driveway. The cabin looked small but also cozy from the outside. Natasha quickly hauled your duffel bags out the trunk and joined you at the front door. She unlocked it with the keys she had and let you in first. You were too amazed with how pretty it looked that Natasha had hushed past you to even close the door. Only after you heard her cursing further in the cabin, you put your admiration aside and rushed after her. Then there you saw the blond widow, Yelena Belova as she had made herself comfortable on the sofa.

"I made plans Yelena." Natasha didn't shout or yell at her sister but her frustration was still very clear in her voice. The blonde girl ignored it and smiled at you two. "Great! Now you can include me in those plans." You didn't know if the little widow had the same idea as you, a weekend away from the Avengers or if she knew about the older woman's plans and simply were here to annoy her.

"No." She said it sternly and glared hard at her sister, hoping that the little widow would get a hint. But she did not or she ignores it and continued to fuck around with the older widow. "Why not?" You waved to her as a little hello, she greeted you back with a grin and a nod. "Because that would be fucking disgusting!" Yelena furrowed her eyebrows. "So you're calling me disgusting now?" You were holding yourself back from laughing. The sibling interaction was too funny for you.

"Let me spell it out for you since you can't seem to get it." Natasha grunted. "I have planned romantic and sexualthings."

"Eww why'd tell me about that?! I didn't need to know it." Yelena made a gagging noise while she shows the disgust with a clear expression on her face.

"As if you would have stopped at the romantic part!" The redhead basically growled out in anger. The younger sister seemed to take it as a direct attack. "I would have!" She countered back with the same amount of passion in her voice as Natasha. "No you wouldn't and I know that for sure because you came along on so many of our date nights." You put a hand on Natasha's arm to calm her, you knew how deeply it affected her whenever her sister came to your dates. All Natasha wanted was to be the hopeless romantic she knew she could be but without getting teased for it and with Yelena in tow it was simply not possible.

Before it got out of hand you decided to speak up. "Yel, it's Valentine's day.. and we really need some time just for the two of us." The younger sibling looked at Natasha intensly. "My god." She groaned and sighed in annoyance. "If you're really that desperate then okay I'll be gone in an hour."

"You better be." Nat's voice was so cold that if you wouldn't drag her away something awful would happen. You took her hand in yours and dragged her outside. Once you were near the water, you sat down on a stump. It seemed like the tree that was once there got chopped off a while ago. "Don't let her get to you. She'll be gone within the hour and we'll be all alone and have a lot of me & you time." A small smile tugged at her lips when you pulled her towards you, hinting that you want her to sit on you. She willingly placed herself on your lap, exhaled loudly as she leaned against your front with her back, your arms wrapped around her waist.

This was heaven for her, being held by you and hearing you hum soft melodies. "You know, if I knew you'd drag me out of bed early in the morning on Valentine's day then I'd have gone to a flower shop the day before to get you the most beautiful bouquet." She turned her head towards you. "I told you before that I don't need a physical gift for today. Being with you is all I want." She laid her warm hands on your arm, squeezed it gently before simply just holding onto it.

"Do you even realize how much my heart always melts whenever you say stuff like that and with that look in your eyes?"

"Well now that I know I won't ever stop doing it." She teased you.

"That is cruel my love." You joked back.

"Being loved by me is cruel now? Weren't you the one who told me not to stay around toxic people?" Tilting her head to the side she gave you a pointed look.

"You have way more green flags than red flags so I guess I'm good." You smiled happily at her. "And don't you even start with you being an ex-assassin is the biggest red flag of all time because you my dear black widow redeemed yourself a thousand of times."

"I don't know what to say."

"Say you love me."

"I love you."

"And I.. love you more." You hugged her tighter. "You know.. I've been here for a hot minute and I can already see how we grow old and settle down in this humble abode."

"Hmm, that sounds amazing. Are we married in your vision?" She bit her lip. You shook your head. "No. I don't have anything against marrying you though." Nat raised an eyebrow. "So you'd want to be married to me?" She asked warily.

"Oh c'mon Nat, you're an amazing woman. You have skillsets like no other, you're very intelligent and funny, you're humble and a big soft heart and let's not forget you're beautiful like a goddess. Anyone would be lucky to have you as a wife."

She turned away from you as she started to blush deeply. "Stop it or I slap you." She threatened as you nuzzled your nose back into her neck and though you couldn't see the redness in her face, you could feel the warmth radiating from her.

"I don't mind being slapped by you. Maybe you'd even do that thigh move of yours to stop be completely huh?"

"I want you to be alive."

"I trust you to not crush me. Though I wouldn't min-" She cut you off. "Get those sick thoughts out of your head Y/N. I liked you better with a rather innocent mind."

"You definitely won't get that wife title if you stop me from trying to communicate my needs with you." You loosened your grip on her to poke a finger into her side. She turned her head towards you and mumble an 'I hate you' before she leaned in to kiss you. "If I hate you is the new I love you then okay I hate you too babe." You both continued sitting there in comfortable silence.

A gust of wind blew from time to time, tossing Nat's kinda shortish hair right in your face but you didn't mind that, the birds chirped and the ducks that were on the lake quacked. The soft rustling of trees intruded your ears as if it was a soundtrack playing in the background of a movie. And then there was suddenly the noise of a bike starting and driving off. You guessed that it was Yelena leaving. But before you two got up you to go back inside, you watched some cute little ducks walking on the shore a few feet from you.

The rest of the day contained a lot of giggling, chasing each other around the house and making out. Towards the evening you had a very romantic candle light dinner that you both helped to get it done. To top it all off you two had a very intimate night with the promise of repeating everything at one point in the future.

#natasha romanoff x reader #black widow x reader #natasha romanoff #black widow #natasha romanoff x you #black widow x you

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onskepa · 9 months

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Stxeli: new life.

Hi everyone! this is the ongoing series for mo'at's fic "a daughter for daughter". If ya'll read that one, it is like an overall cover of what stxeli life would be like. However, I wanna truly start it with this.

Stxeli series

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Sun has once again shine brightly all across Pandora. A new day has begun. Mo'at and Eytukan were starting to awaken when they hear soft babbles of their little one, Stxeli. She was wide awake and was staring at them while having her little foot in her mouth. Both smile down at her cute face. Mo'at gently takes stxeli's foot out of her mouth, "You're feet is to move, not to eat ma'ite".

Eytukan looks at his long time mate. Her bright smile returned to her face. The sparkle is back in her amber eyes. Mo'at was back to being herself. And it was thanks to Eywa's gift. Stxeli was what they needed, she was the cure, the medicine, the answer to heal from their inner wounds. And Eytukan would do what it takes to make sure his new daughter wont ever suffer.

They went to where all the na'vi are, all having breakfast together. Neytiri was already there with tsu'tey and other children. Saying their good mornings, both leaders take a seat and began to eat. Mo'at was given some soft foods by recent mothers. Though mo'at worries if stxeli might not like the foods. Only one way to find out.

First she offers a bit of soft mushed fruit to stxeli, letting her nibble a bit before taking a whole bite. Mo'at sees it as a good sign and began to feed her more of it. Stxeli makes a happy sound as she noms away the mushed fruit.

Neytiri simply stared at little stxeli, not saying much. "You consider the child your sister?" Tsu'tey asks as he takes a bite of his food.

Neytiri took a long minute to answer, "I am not sure" and returns to eat.

Eytukan finished his meal first and faces mo'at, "mo'at, hand her to me, you must eat as we have a long day ahead of us". Agreeing, mo'at hands stxeli over to eytukan as she begins eats.

Stxeli made some babbling noise again, as if trying to talk to eytukan, to which, he is all ears for. He gently traces his little daughter's features, taking in her soft squishy cheeks, her smooth skin, and her little button nose that he likes to boop a lot.

"every morning you are always the first to be up" he tells her, mo'at looks at them both with a smile. "She enjoys the first morning sunlight rays".

After breakfast, mo'at would usually be the one to take stxeli with her as her main grounds is either the healing tents or visiting the spirit tree. Safe areas for stxeli.

And where ever she goes, the clan would stop and greet little stxeli. Many children would even ask to hold her, and mo'at would grant their little desires, as long as the mothers are near and mo'at guides them how to properly carry stxeli as she is smaller than a na'vi baby. Mo'at feels at east that the clan has accepted stxeli. Even better that the children seem to genuinely love her little girl.

Well, almost everyone.

Unfortunately, However, there would always be a bad fruit in the basket. Ateyo and Artsut. Tsu'tey's parents. Such stubborn people they are. They are the only ones who could never seem to accept stxeli yet.

And speak of the na'vi. When mo'at opened her tent, artsut was there. Frowning, mo'at asks "is there something you need artsut?". The woman in question turns to her. But artsut wasn't looking at mo'at, no, she was staring at stxeli with pure hatred in her eyes.

Stxeli was just playing with mo'at's songchord, being blissfully unaware the hate she is getting.

By motherly instinct, mo'at held her daughter closer to her, as means to protect her baby from the possible threat in front of her.

"I see you still haven't gotten rid of that demon" artsut hisses. Mo'at's tail swishes in anger, but does her best to be as composed as possible. To insult a child is to insult the mother.

"and why would I rid of my child? Eywa's gracious gift to me?", artsut scoffs. "A gift from our great mother, I dare say, don't be foolish tsahik. Why would Eywa accept those demons? That is what those demons want. To intertwin themselves with our people! That thing has your mind warped!".

Mo'at scoffs at such false accusations. Before artsut could say anymore, she was interrupted by a loud squeal from stxeli, sounds like she is a bit fussy. "If all you have come is to insult my child, then it is best you leave. I am only kind to your for the sake of your son. But dont try this again or I will have Olo'eyktan to speak with you".

For once, choosing the right thing, artsute leaves in huffing anger. Once mo'at finds the space safe, she puts stxeli down letting her explore the familiar place.

Whenever someone seeks mo'at for treatment, you can bet stxeli plays a important role. She distracts the patient while mo'at treats them. Stxeli would often play, talk, or be carried by the person. As means to keep themselves occupied and not be as in much pain.

Mo'at heals the physical wounds while stxeli heals in emotions. A nice duo. And mo'at already plans to teach stxeli the ways of a healer. She can see her darling girl treating others in time of need.

By the end of the day, curing the communal dinner, eytukan was holding stxeli, missing her all day as he did his duties. "have you been good for your mother" he gently asks to which stxeli answers in sounds only she can understand.

Mo'at chuckles as she smiles, "she has been doing well in assisting me". She turns to give neytiri more food but catches her child staring at stxeli again. Neytiri has been doing that since their new daughter arrived. "What is wrong ma'ite?" she asks. Neytiri doesnt turn to face her, but answers while staring at stexlie.

"nothing....nothing......" was all she said.

Mo'at hopes that neytiri can see the way she and eytukan sees stxeli. She prays to Eywa that neytiri will hopefully soon come to love her new sister.

Okie that is it for this one! Hope you all enjoyed it! Until next time! see ya!

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thatone-brightstar · 11 months

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The Bear & The Fox (Carmy Berzatto x Fem!Reader)

Chapter 13: Epilogue

Words: .9 k

a/n: super long and sappy a/n at the end if you wanna stick around!

There’s something about the way the setting sun rays bounce off the moving water, creating little twinkles over the surface that you find extremely mesmerizing. You can’t tell how long you’ve been standing on the soft grass and staring out into the lake, the watch on your wrist has been replaced by a thin gold bracelet and the dress didn’t really come with pockets to carry your phone. The music is still playing behind you though, and no announcements for the toast have yet broken your peace.

‘It’s probably best to head back inside’ you think as the late autumn wind has slowly been numbing the bare skin of your forearms. But you make no effort to move your heels from the ground, instead wrapping your arms tightly around yourself with eyes fixed on the changing colors of the sky above.

The fabric that falls over your shoulders is soft and the familiar smell of his body wash and cigarettes has strings pulling at the corners of your lips. He kisses your temple, warm lips burning a print on the cold skin under.

“Joyce asked me to come get you…” Carmy whispers over the shell of your ear, erupting more goosebumps over your flesh than the frigid wind ever could. “It’s almost time.”

“Hmm, do you think she’ll notice if we bail?”

He snickers and wraps his arms around you and the jacket to keep you warm. “I’m pretty sure she’ll notice her maid of honor’s missin’.”

“Nah, I think she’s too in love right now to care.” You turn in his grasp and lock your hands behind his neck. “We could… head home early? All this love’s made me horny and you look fucking great in a suit.”

Another snicker vibrates in his chest and blows clouds of steam over your face. He leans down to trap your lips in his for what feels like the hundredth time today, but no amount of repetition could ever make you tired of having him this close.

You sway from side to side with the breeze and the music floating in the air while your lips take their own rhythm, sweet and gentle and everything you hoped to receive one day. Carmy follows your light movements with his own awkward steps, clumsy outside of his comfort zone but enthusiastic in his own little way.

“Speaking of-'' He pecks your lips between words. “I wanna ask you somethin’...”

“Oh baby, it’s too soon for marriage don’t you think?”

“Ha ha, very funny…” He bickers back, sliding his palms under the jacket and spreading over your back.

“I mean, we could try but I don’t think my last name would look too good on you-”

“So in this scenario, I take your last name?”

“What, d’you expect me to take yours?” You pull away with a teasing smile, but keep a hold of his shoulders as you slow down your movements. “Ah-ah, sorry, my love but no. Mine just has more…personality.”

“And is that before or after we move in together?”

“Oh, definitely after we… wait what?”

His words make you stop in your tracks to concentrate on his nervous expression, Adam's apple bobbing as he swallows too many times.

Your teasing smile turns soft under the careful gaze of his sapphire blues. “You serious?”

He nods too quickly and takes each of your hands in his. “Uh… yeah. Is that something you’d want to do… with me?”

You pull your hands from his hold and for a speck of a second you see fear flash behind his eyes, then it soon disappears when he feels their cold palms rest above his cheeks.

“Carmy Berzatto, it would be my absolute honor… to be your roomie.”

He groans, rolling his eyes and letting his head fall forward, softly hitting your forehead as it lands.

“I’m sorry baby, you just made it too easy!” You say through a soft laugh. “Besides, I thought we already did… I spend more time at yours than mine.”

“I know but I meant it, like officially. Like a place for the both of us, y’know? A space where you can hang your paintings and for all my shit. You can make your art and I’ll cook a-and I won’t have to worry if you’ll be there when I get home cause it’ll also be your home too…”

You stare up at him in full admiration, head clouded with love and all the little scenarios of a life you could share together. With your heart full in your chest, you raise your lips to press a kiss on his nose and make him open his eyes down to you.

“That sounds absolutely lovely, mi vida.”

“Yeah?” He whispers with a spark of hope that floods his eyes.

You nod back, lip trapped between your teeth. “...yeah.”

Hi!

oh my god, we made it!! Thank you so much to everyone who's commented, liked, reposted and ranted with me over these two wonderful idiots. This is the first time I've ever finished anything I've written and the overall love its received makes me so excited!

This is some sort of a series, so don't be too bummed that some questions have not been resolved yet, don't worry they will be ;)

This has been such a great experience and I’m so happy I found so many of you who embraced my characters and love Carmy and the show as much as me. I can’t wait for the second season and to see what’s in store for these fools in love.

My dms and asks are always open if you ever wanna talk or rant cause I'm always open to rants about this man!

Thank you again,

Amy xx

Taglist: @pearlstiare @teteminne, @beebslebobs, @harrysmatcha, @yum-yahgurt, @pussy-f41ry, @kirakombat and that’s it lmao

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orphicrose · 2 months

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What about rdr2 van der Linde Gang with a reader who stutters? I can imagine the reader being mostly quiet because of it, but at sind point they have to talk and I know people especially back then would make fun of it (Micah) and the gang standing up for reader.

He had it coming ( Camp x Fem!Reader)

Thank you for the request! I did do some research before i wrote this to make sure it was as realistic as possible. But i do apologies if it isn't so please let me know if i wrote it badly!

Warnings ! Micah, bullying, name calling.

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The sad truth that a lot of people had to face during this era, was that nothing outside of social norms was taken seriously. Things like disabilities, appearances, or even sexuality, greeted with a mocking laugh or worse. Far worse. If you were lucky enough, you'd only be laughed at. But that didn't make it any better. The stereotypical cowboys that you were stuck with didn't make it easier. It's just one of those things you'd either accept or suppress over time.

In this situation, y/n suppressed it. Heavily. Growing up being beaten with insults, or fists because of it. The van der linde gang was somewhat outside of stereotypes, though. A lot of the members from all across the world; black, natives, Hispanic. Then there was Bill, everyone knew he played for the other team, despite the harsh denying and homophobia in return. But the point it, y/n got lucky with falling in with this specific group. Making judgements hard to give.

Y/n's 'issues' lied in her speech, being born with a stutter. It wasn't cute or dainty, it was annoying. What made it worse, the anxiety surrounding it. Sometimes she didn't stutter at all, around people like Arthur or Hosea. But around Micha, it was so much worse. Unbearable, even. The ignorance surrounding that man was almost unbelievable, even for the 1800s.

"Mornin, miss l/n" She was approached by a muscular shadow blocking the sun light from her position on the floor.

"Morning Arthur" Her smile infectious as he took a seat next to her, leaning back against a tree and pulling hit hat over his face. Shielding his eyes from the light. "Busy day today?"

He grunted, shifting in the soft lemoyne mud. "Uncles got a job set up" he failed at suppressing a laugh "Dunno how well it's gonna go."

Y/n chortled, imagining old Uncle out doing some real work. "We-well good luck. I'm glad I'm not joining y'all" her eyes returned to the easy reading of her book that Mary-Beth had lent to her.

Arthur hummed, relaxing in the hot air for as long as he could before his name was called to action.

"Arthur!" That wasn't uncles voice. He lowered his hat to see a nasty looking individual unfortunately strolling towards his direction.

"What do you want, Micah" His voice held hostility, reasonable hostility, as the greasy haired mans face was blinded by a ray of sunshine. Y/n huffed, clutching at the book harder to distract herself.

"Wanted to know what you're ta-ta-ta-talking about" He mocked y/n, without any subtleness about it. Y/n remained quite. It was sad to admit in any situation, but she had grown used to the constant mocking.

"Theres no need for that, is there?" Arthur raised to his feet without hesitation. Moving to get in Micahs face. Any excuse to punch him in the nose was a good excuse in his eyes,

"Now, now, Mister Morgan" The rat put his hands up in surrender, backing away with that smug grin still on his face. "It's just a harmless joke. No need to go out guns a blazin'"

"It's not supposed to be harmless, is it?" Arthurs fists clenched under his anger. Y/n rising to her feet behind him and putting a hand on the back of his shoulder.

"I-it's okay. Ar-Arthur" She mumbled, to which Micah laughed. Before he got the chance to get in the last word. Arthur had landed a heavy hit square in his face. Not wasting any time to wind it up before landing on his nose. Micah fell to the floor and began wailing about how his nose was broken. An audience soon formed around the rat writhing on the floor. Not much sympathy to be shared, but knowing glances at one another. Quiet laughs and 'he had it comings' shared between them before Dutch marched over. Clearing the group and making sure he was ok.

"Arthur, we've talked about this"

"I know, i know Dutch but-"

"The last thing we need right now is our gang turning against each other!"

Y/n could hear the two arguing in Dutch's tent, biting at her nails with worry. It was her fault, she thought. A hand landed on her back, spinning to see tilly with a sad smile.

"Its okay" She offered. "That rat had it coming. Arthur did everyone a favor" just thinking about him on the floor, in pain, brought serotonin to her.

"I-I guess" y/n mumbled

"No need to be ashamed, darlin" she took y/ns hands in hers. "you're perfect as is".

#red dead redemption arthur #red dead fandom #red dead redemption fanfiction #red dead online #camp x reader #rdr2 fanfic #rdr2 x reader #arthur morgan #tilly jackson #micah bell #dutch van der linde #hosea matthews #tilly x reader #arthur angst #rdr2

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itsohh · 1 month

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Flying Too Close to the Sun

AN: Female reader, I wrote this before the comic came out but made some adjustments for it to kinda fit.

Summary: After leaving Rainbow years prior, Sam brings you back to help with the Deimos situation. As as warden your there to make sure he stays contained but things end up far messier than you exspect when he takes an intrest in you.

Word count: 6746

Warnings: Dubcon, noncon bondage, smut

Masterlist AO3

Greece 2020

“All I ask is that you give it a go-”

“No!” You threw our hands up into the air. Sam's eyes remained on you as he watched from the corner of the room. His arms were folded and he leaned against the wall. Your relationship with the man was rather new and fresh. Sam had only known you for a short while whereas Harry had known you since you arrived at Rainbow years prior.

Harry's face seemed rather controlled but there was a certain edge to his voice. He was aware that one wrong move could affect everything. Usually, you were so open-minded, he had expected this resilience from someone like Taina but not you.

“This is too much Harry. Our job was never made for an audience, to be blasted over huge screens. It wasn't made for civilians to see. How many thousands would know us?” You pointed out the window to the rest of the stadium. “Our enemies get a perfect view into our skills, our weaknesses, our numbers, our faces- everything.”

“I assure you, all of that has been accounted for. Every person that comes through those gates will have been background checked but if it would make you more comfortable perhaps we could change your uniform and name.”

“No. I've made my mind up here. I think it's time that I head home. Rainbow’s been a great place for me and I've learnt a lot but I think it's better that I put this information to good use back home.” You pulled some paper from inside your jacket and placed it on the table.

It was now clear that you had made your mind up before speaking to Harry.

“I understand.” Harry nodded and took the paper from you.

“If you ever need me in the future for something proper, don't hesitate to call.” You looked towards Sam for a moment. “But something tells me you shouldn't need to. You have quite the team here.”

England 2024

The umbrella above you protected you from the sun's harsh rays. In front of you was a glass of juice and a bowl of hot chips. Your sunglasses helped with the sun and you didn't look up when someone sat down from across you.

Sam Fisher.

“Long time no see.” You pushed the chips towards him and he promptly took one. “Heard about Harry, my condolences.”

“Yeah, thanks. Saw you're doing well.”

“Well for this kind of work but I assume you didn't call me all this way just for small talk.”

Sam placed a folder on the table and slid it over to you. You wiped the salt from your fingers and picked it up.

“Gerald Morris…” You muttered the name under your breath, only loud enough for Sam to barely hear.

Your eyes absorbed all the information in front of you as you leaned back on your chair. All the meanwhile Sam dug into the food.

“So you got him, sounds like it took a lot but you did. Why call me?” You slapped the folder shut and placed it back on the table.

“Aside from our newer operators, you're more detached from the situation. I imagine he knows less about you than anyone else.” Sam leaned back and your brows narrowed.

“I'm your wildcard?”

“So to speak. Harry always knew you would have your part to play one day and I believe it's this.”

“And what is this Sam?”

“...Rainbow is split about his presence. There's a very real possibility that someone may take justice into their own hands which is exactly what he wants.” He let out a sigh and rubbed his face.

“I want to assign him to your care.”

“My care? I'm not going to be babysitting a terrorist.” Your eyes cast down for a second. “Besides, he could easily overpower me.”

“Not like that.” He placed another folder on the table that you took.

“Azami. She joined after you left-”

“-Private sector? I didn’t realize you guys were hiring mercs…” You muttered, your disapproval obvious.

“Rainbow's purpose has changed over the years. When did you join?” It was an answer Sam already knew but you answered him regardless.

“2018. Amelia brought me along due to my marksmanship experience in urban settings.”

“Integral skills to have when the outbreak claimed more territory. Skills you shared with the rest of the team and in turn, they shared their skills with you. The same can go with cases like Azami in the private sector. She has her own unique experience.”

“Alright alright, I get it. Why do you bring her up then?”

“She's one of the people we are concerned about. She's been going to the holding facility more and more.”

“You're worried she will kill him in custody?”

“Her and several other operatives. I don't think they will but I can't discredit the possibility. I want you to make sure that never happens. Gustave feels the same.”

“What makes you think I won't just kill him? I mean I wasn't super close to Harry but he was still a friend.”

He tossed a chip in his mouth and sat there for a moment. “You won't.”

Rainbow had changed a lot since you left which meant you received a completely different dorm room than you used to have. Not that it really mattered, you had taken everything personal with you. The new room you received was one of the ones in the holding facility. It wasn't a dorm room but its own special room. You had one job and that was clear. In a way, you were like a warden to Gerald and Gerald only.

You had to admit, the room was rather secure. It was a safe room in a sense. Sure you didn't have the best views or anything but that hardly mattered when you were so close to a man that would most definitely kill you at any opportunity.

In all honesty, you didn't bring much with you. While you knew that Sam might need your help for a while you figured eventually you leave again and it was best not to get too attached. A knock at the door had you stand up from the bed.

You opened it to find Sam standing there with clothes in his hands. They were neatly folded and had a couple of things balanced on top.

“What's this?” You asked.

He placed the pile on your desk. “New ID.” He waved it and snapped it on the table.

“Uniform.”

You looked towards the Ghosteyes uniform and cocked a brow.

“Thought I was just going on guard duty.”

“Need an excuse to be here officially, wear it or don't at least have the ID with you. “

You took the ID and clipped it to your current shirt. It was a slightly faded black shirt with NZSAS printed across. The shirt didn't have any pockets so you clipped it to your slightly stretched collar.

Sam carried a sort of understanding look with you. The pair of you hadn't known each other very long before you left Rainbow but there was a sort of mutual understanding that was shared. Trust. Why he trusted you was beyond your understanding, perhaps it was something that Harry said to him before he died.

“This here is your pager.”

“Pager?”

“No one's to go into Deimos’s holding without you there to supervise. That includes team leaders. Your job is to make sure that Deimos is there and alive.”

“Alright.”

“All the team leaders know your back but not everyone else does.”

Just as you were about to reply the pager started to beep and Sam tilted his head to the side for a second.

“Better get moving then.”

Sam briefed you on how interrogations were still ongoing even if they admittedly didn't get very far. The room that Deimos was restricted to was rather large but rather empty. It was by no means a great place to stay but it wasn't inhumane. “Eliza, long time no see.”

“Icarus.” She didn't quite smile but there was a level of familiarity that the pair of you shared. “I'm glad that out of everyone Sam brought you back.”

“Well, when he begged me how could I say no?” You walked up to the door and flashed your ID against the reader and the door opened with a click.

“Interrogation?”

“Yeah, doing it here.”

You opened the door for her and nodded. “Be my guest. The door closed behind you and you leaned against it. Eliza was the one to approach the man who was lying on his bed. Through the glass, you could see everything. His legs were leisurely up and he had a book in his hand. By the sight of it, it seemed he only had one book and had most definitely read it a few times already.

He wasn't quick to talk to Eliza but there was a pause in his movement when his face turned towards you.

“Well, now there's a face I didn't expect to see. Here I thought you were the one person who had managed to escape Rainbow.” He scoffed and sat up. “Just another one of Harry's puppets then.”

“I get why Sam brought me on board.” You muttered to Eliza.

“Sam bring you on board? And why is that sweetheart?”

“To make sure I don't kill you.” Eliza loomed over the man but he just let out a laugh.

“Can't trust your own people? Can't say I blame him.”

So became the rhythm of your babysitting job. It didn't end up being too bad, as Deimos was often let out of his cage for training. A weird thing but it seemed to get a few results even if it was at the cost of morale.

Then it happened. The alarm. A blaring alarm that rang halfway through the night. You bolted awake and grabbed what you deemed necessary. Your ID and your guns. Your usual Barrett on your shoulder and a revolver on your side. The cold concrete floor did little to hinder your speed as you made your way towards Deimos’s room.

To your relief when you arrived he was still there, the same way he always was. On that damn bed. You clicked the door open and grabbed a pair of cuffs from outside of his room. “On your knees Gerald.”

“First name basis are we?” He scoffed and turned to you. Not one for his games, you aimed the gun at his leg.

“I was told to keep you alive- not in healthy shape. Now be a good boy and follow instructions.”

“You’re playing with fire girl.” He finally swung his legs over the side of the bed.

“Hands behind your back.” He followed your instructions and you were quick to cuff him.

“Going somewhere?” He asked.

“No.” You locked the door from the inside and found your spot behind him. You pulled the gun from your back and he made a small sound.

“Nice pyjamas girly. We should swap sometime.”

“They say you never talk much in interrogations and yet ever since I've been here I can never get you to shut up.” You hissed.

He let out a laugh. “You? Oh you I like. Such a fire, never afraid to say it how it is. A real shame you came back to Rainbow. Here I thought I wouldn't have to put you in the ground like the rest of your group.”

“For starters-” You locked your gun in place and steadied it over his shoulder. “I'm not part of Rainbow. I'm doing this as a favour. And secondly, you think you're ever leaving this hell hole your dead wrong.”

“Oh sweetheart, I don't have to leave here to watch you all die. It's already begun.”

“Yes yes, your going to kill us all. Cool story, now don't move.”

The pair of you stayed like that for five minutes before you heard it. The massive explosion that burst the door into smithereens but done in a way that would protect anyone inside.

Out from the dust, someone appeared- someone you didn't recognise. Without hesitation, you pulled the trigger and Deimos deliberately bumped his shoulder up. It was something you had predicted.

“I told you not to move.”

“Your aim was off.” He spoke innocently with a nonchalant voice.

“Yes because I figured you would pull some shit like that.”

His chuckle vibrated next to you and he slightly leaned his head towards you. “I swear to god Deimos…”

“Have I been anything but the model prisoner?” His voice was mocking and came out as a purr.

Even though it wasn't necessary, you removed the mag and reloaded. The movements were intentionally harsh to jolt around Deimos before you slammed the gun down on his shoulder again.

The small grunt he made when you did so didn't go unnoticed and the corner of your lips curled up. The great thing about the design of the holding area was that in order for someone to reach you they would be forced to come down the very long hallway.

You cursed when a bunch of smoke rolled into the hallway and filled the room. Unlike Timur, you were unable to see through it and your jaw clenched.

Thankfully Deimos stayed quiet and allowed you to focus. Any movement you saw you were to shoot on, your ears listened for the movement in the smoke but just as they neared you a familiar suppressed gun went off.

The smoke started to clear and you were quick to start your fire. Precise singular shots were all you needed. The bodies dropped to the ground and a moment passed. The smoke fully cleared and you started to stand up from your spot behind Deimos. “Do hurry back.”

You rolled your eyes and met your savoir at the door. “Taina. Good to see you on your feet.”

“Icarus.” She nodded your way and approached the open door.

“Thanks for the backup, you did a good flank.”

“Not that you needed it huh?” Deimos mouthed off behind you. Strangely, it was a little flattering he thought so highly of you but then again perhaps he was being sarcastic. It was hard to know with a man like him.

“How's the rest of the base?”

“On high alert, they broke through the east side as a distraction but things are quickly coming under control. I can handle him if you need a moment.” Taina offered as her eyes scanned your rather under-dressed outfit.

“I'm good, you stay up ahead.” You politely smiled.

“Are you sure? Deimos is… be careful around him.”

“I always am.” Despite your refusal, you noticed her foot still crept into the room.

“He's a bastard and a liar. Don't trust a word he says.”

At her tone, your hand went to the side arm that you had strapped on your hip. Immediately Taina noticed how you went for the revolver and her brows narrowed.

Still, your hand hovered there. “Taina just go.”

“Are you planning to do something?” She accused.

“No- I'm not. But your hesitancy to leave is making me worried. I appreciate the help I do but please just go up ahead.”

“No.”

At her refusal, you pulled the revolver out and aimed it at her. “Don't make this harder.”

“Why are you so protective of him?”

“Because it's my job. Sam's orders, shoot anyone who may kill Deimos. He wants him alive and gods above help me. Don't back me into a corner here Cav.”

Then she took a step back and put her hands up. “I understand. I just wanted to see where your loyalty lay.” She nodded your way and disappeared away from the room.

A sigh of relief escaped your lips as you found your way back to behind Deimos and ran a hand through your hair.

“All this fuss for little ol’ me…”

“Shut the fuck up, Gerald.”

After Taina left you didn't see anyone else for about half an hour. Not until Eliza showed up with Sam in tow. “Didn't secure him down?” She cocked a brow at you.

“If he runs I shoot out his ankles.” You could feel Deimos’s gaze on you. “Jobs to keep him alive not keep him walking.”

“Heard that you had an altercation with Taina.”

“I don't take chances.”

Eliza gave you a single nod and looked towards Sam for a moment.

A silent conversation took place between the pair of them before Sam spoke up. “Go get some rest. We can take care from here.”

Your tense shoulders dropped slightly and you nodded in response. “Will do.”

A week later you lay in your bed, eyes trained on the ceiling. Each breath was long and drawn out. Despite your clock reading three in the morning you couldn't help but lie there completely awake.

There wasn't any logical reason to back up that gut feeling that formed and festered in your chest. A tightness that had your entire body tense. Something wasn't right. After giving up and finally getting to your feet you snatched your phone off the side table.

You pulled on an old hoodie and dumped your phone in the pocket. A torch and your revolver were the next two things on the agenda. Mentally you promised yourself, just one check-up on the man and then you would go back to sleep.

There hadn't been any alarms and Deimos had seemed the same annoying self when you had last seen him. It was beyond any logic that something would be going on.

Your slippers made little sound on the polished floor as you made your way by torchlight. The way to Deimos’s room had long since been ingrained in your mind even though he changed rooms.

Yet when you neared you weren't met with the darkness of his asleep. The door that spanned the long hallway was open and a small crack of light escaped it. You turned off the light from your torch and slipped out of your slippers. Slowly you crept down it, your hand flexed and curled around the hammer of the revolver.

Then you saw them. Jessica, you believed her name was. She was part of IT staff. There was something connected to the electronic card reader and his door was open. Their voices were hushed to the point where you couldn't hear them. Without hesitation, you pressed the silent alarm on the wall.

The door behind you swung closed and locked. The sound drew their attention and the first thing you saw was Jessica's face, then it was the pistol in her hand.

A large bang echoed through the rooms and she fell to the ground with a hiss. There wasn't a single hesitation in your movement. The shot had caught her directly between the eyes and her body crumbled to the ground instantly.

Deimos ducked behind the thick doorframe out of view. “You never should have got out of bed sweetheart.” His voice was a mocking purr.

“Stay in your room, Gerald.”

“Room? This cell? I don't think so.”

Something flew from the inside of his room and you swore out and covered your eyes as the flashbang went off. Disorientated, you stumbled when you felt a sudden impact. His hand wrapped around your wrist and slammed it against the wall. Despite the pain that had you gasp out, your tightened and your finger pulled the trigger.

You slammed your head forward against his and went to knee him. Yet when your knee made contact one of his hands grabbed your thigh while he used your off balance and the weight of his body to force you onto the ground.

Again he slammed your wrist but this time against the ground. Two more times and your grip loosened enough to fall from your grasp. Deimos snatched your gun and you went deathly still when the barrel pressed against the bottom of your jaw.

“Nice gun you got here. LFP586, one shot from this and there's no coming back from it. Can't help but wonder where you got this.”

Silence stayed between the pair of you when you didn't answer him. He let out a small chuckle and you could practically hear the rolls in his eyes as he spoke.

“You can talk I won't bite. Where'd you get the gun girly?”

“A bunch of operators use it. I don't know why you're surprised.”

He let out a tut. “Now it's rather a standard issue in GIGN but you're not GIGN are you? I can't recall such a weapon being on NZSAS’s artillery.”

You swallowed and pressed your lips together. It was actually rather good that he was talking, perhaps you could stall enough time for someone to show up.

“Now, last time- because I hate repeating myself, why does a girl like you have a gun like this?”

“It was a gift. I've always preferred accuracy over quantity.”

“A gift huh?” You felt him twist the gun against your skin as he looked at it. “It seen a lot of combat hasn't it? Who gifted it to you?”

“Gustave did.” The words were a whisper on your lips.

“Why?”

“A thank you from when we worked together in New Mexico.”

“Oh, I heard all about that. Viral outbreak wasn't it? So much fuss.”

Your eyes shot to his and your lips sealed. It was classified information. He could be bluffing about it but the thought that he had such classified information has your heartbeat quicken.

“Well I'm not one to steal a gift so let's say thank you for letting me borrow it.”

“Mind the kick. I'm sure the recoil is something new for you.” You spat the words out with venom but that just seemed to make the man happier.

“ Now there's that fire I love. ” He grabbed you by the middle of your hoodie and pulled you off the ground. With the gun pressed against your head, you didn't dare try to get out of his grasp. Anyone else you might had but not Deimos. He was far too unpredictable and you couldn't lie that he was far better at hand-to-hand combat than you were.

The door cracked open and you looked towards the silhouette. “Looks like someone else came to play. Nap time birdy.” Deimos voice was barely a warning before the hammer of your gun slammed against your head.

Would have it been better if you stayed in bed?

A groan left your lips as you woke up. Despite your arms being restricted behind your back you were able to sit up from your lain form. “Perfect timing to wake up.”

Slowly you blinked a few times and turned toward the voice. Deimos placed a tray on the ground next to you. In a surprising amount of gentleness, he pressed his fingers against your head. It was directed where he had hit you. The flash of pain had a hiss escape from your lips as you pulled it away from his touch.

“It's bruised but you can handle that.”

You glared at the man as he crouched in front of you. “I'd like my gun back now thanks.” The words were gritted from your teeth and while you knew he wouldn't return the gun it was more of an expression of how you felt more than anything.

“I'm afraid your colleagues dealt with that when I decided to stretch my legs. You're lucky you got out in one piece.”

He sat down on the floor properly and leaned in. “Trust me, I thought you would be a good little hostage but they were rather determined to stop me even if it meant taking you down with me.”

He picked up a chip from the plate and brought it to your lips. “You should be thanking me really.”

“Fuck you. Bastard. They were right to try and kill you.”

“Even if it meant killing you in the process?”

“Yes.” Your lips snapped shut as he held it there.

“Open up sweetheart.”

You glared at the man in response. With a huff, he removed the mask from his face and placed it on the ground next to him. His lips parted and he slipped the chip between them. All the while he kept eye contact. He bit into it and slowly chewed before he swallowed.

“See, I wouldn't try and poison you.”

“Who said I thought it was poisoned? Maybe I'm not hungry.”

“It's been two days. Eat.”

“You knocked me out for two days?!”

“No. I sedated you for easier handling and now it's finally worn off.” His voice was rather nonchalant and it wasn't until you jerked your head away that his stance tensed.

“I don't know why you bothered. I'm not going to tell you squat even if I did know anything.” You hissed.

Deimos chuckled and his hand reached for your face. His thumb gently stroked your cheek while his eyes roamed over the rest of your face.

“Oh, I know you won't. There's not a thing in this world that you could say about Rainbow that I don't already know.”

“Then why bother at all? Why not just leave me there or kill me?”

“I'll tell you a secret little birdy.” He leaned in closer and his voice grew quiet. Not that it changed much, it was only the pair of you in the room. “I've grown rather fond of you and I think I'll keep you.”

Blood drained from your face as your lips grew dry. The realization hit you that you had no type of leverage against the man. If he wanted information at least you could hold out on that.

“The feelings not mutual. I'd rather die.”

Again he laughed and tutted at you. “Now sweetheart I don't think that's entirely true. If there's one thing I can do it's read someone and you’re an open book. You can deny it all you like but I think the feeling is rather mutual even if you can't say it.”

“Fuck you!” You slammed your head forward against him. He let out a grunt and fell back. In his dazed state, you were quick to move. You rocked your body and jumped to your feet. With your hands secured around your back there wasn't much you would be able to do. Lucky enough the cuffs were just long enough for you to jump over them like a backwards skipping rope.

You pounced on the man and used the chain to strangle him. To stop him from flipping you over, you leaned back and let gravity control your body. Deimos clawed at the chain for a second before his head suddenly flicked back and he went prone on the ground. The movement was quick enough for him to slip from your chain and recover.

You stumbled back and readied yourself for his retaliation as he got to his feet. Deimos clicked his neck side to side but he didn't seem overly upset, instead, he seemed rather amused.

A knife flashed from him and you took a step back to create a gap between the pair of you. “That wasn't very nice.” He clicked his tongue.

The knife swiped down and you used the joint of the cuffs to parry it. It collided with a loud metallic sound that had your eyes go wide as he pushed down. A grunt left your lips, the man was far stronger than he looked.

The bastard had the nerve to wink at you before he twisted the blade. It coiled the chain around it and he yanked you towards him. Anticipating your forced movement towards him, he tapped the back of your neck and forced you against the wall. He untangled the knife and slipped it up so it rested against your neck.

He stood behind you and sandwiched you between the wall. The warmth of his chest pressed against your back and you could feel his breath against your ear. “They'll come for you Gerald.” You cursed his name.

“Rainbow?” He laughed and pressed against you harder. “How long did it take them the first time? Your presence changes nothing. Well, for them anyway.”

“What the fuck does that mean?”

“To me, your presence changes everything. ”

His knife trailed down against your throat until it reached your chest. It was pressed just hard enough to cut into the fabric.

“You're sick.” Your teeth were glued together and you didn't dare to move. Deimos’s lips brushed against your ear and for a moment you swore he kissed just beneath it.

“No, no, no. You see, I'm very good at picking up people's micro-expressions and I know you. In the last few weeks, I've learnt to know you very well. Like I said, I don't think you hate this as much as you say. I reckon if I were to dip my fingers into that cunt of yours it would be soaking-”

“Fuck you!”

The knife suddenly tore through the rest of your shirt and you managed to clutch your shirt together.

“As I was saying. If I found you before they did you would have been singing my praise long ago birdy.”

This time when he kissed you, it was far more prevalent. His lips slowly pressed against the side of your neck and slightly sucked on it as he enjoyed the taste of you.

He pulled the knife away and tucked it back into his sheath before you felt his large hand cover one of yours. It curled around your hand and forced you to grope your breast with him.

“Don't worry sweetheart. I won't force you to admit it.”

Your breath hitched and he paused his movement.

“But I'm nothing but a man of honour. You tell me to stop and I will.”

“I've read what you've done. You wouldn't know what honour is if you looked it up in a dictionary.”

“You're probably right but I'm still a man of my word. Stay stop and I will.”

“You're a bastard.”

His hand pushed yours upward and he replaced them. The inside of his fingers punched your nipple while he continued to palm it. Gerald's hips ground against your ass.

“I'm not hearing a no.”

You could practically hear his smirk against your skin and when you went to open your mouth all that escaped was a small moan that only egged on him more.

“Yeah? Do you feel that? Mmm, this is where a girl like you belongs. Pressed against me not worry 'bout anything.” His hand travelled down and didn't hesitate when it reached your pyjama pants. Gerald's hand slipped beyond the waistband and found the prize that was your wet cunt. His fingers slipped against the entrance with ease and started to tease your entrance.

“Fuckin’ soaked. Was it just me or does being manhandled get you that worked up?”

“I…”

“Shh shh shh. I've got you. you don't have to pretend. It's just us here. Just us.”

Two fingers curled inside of you but didn't move anymore. For a moment the pair of you just stood there completely still. The gravity of the situation started to dawn on you but you couldn't help the way that your head started to feel dizzy from his scent alone.

He was such a man who commanded control of every situation. That natural scent was almost overpowering. You hadn't ever really noticed it even when you were in his room but now he was slow close it was impossible to escape.

Would it stay on you long after his touch was gone? Would it claim you as his? Gerald's fingers retreated from you and you wondered if he had changed his mind. Had he sensed some type of hesitation from you? He pulled back slightly and turned you to face him.

From there his eyes made contact with yours and he cupped your cheek with his palm. This time it was you who moved. Slowly you moved your hands up and his head tilted ever so slightly. It was obvious that he was interested in what you were doing and didn't make any attempt to stop you. His hand slipped from your face and allowed you to continue raising your hands up.

You hooked your wrists over his head and rested them on the back of his neck. Carefully, you pulled him into you and his lips Glady made contact with yours. The floodgates opened as Gerald early kissed you.

His mouth consumed yours in opened mouth gasps and he bent down slightly before he grabbed your thighs and picked you up with ease. Automatically you wrapped your legs around his waist as you lost yourself in his lips.

Gerald held you there with ease, his hands feeling up your ass as he did so. When your lips parted for air he bit down slightly on your bottom lip and dragged it for a second. That smirk was still on his face.

Your eyes kept contact while you let out small pants. He shifted your weight so it was more against the wall and allowed himself to hold you up with only one hand. Gerald pulled out that knife again and before you could say a word he sliced through the seams of your crotch.

“The fact you came to me with no underwear on. Naughty girl.”

“I'm in my pyjamas- ”

He cut your voice off as he placed the flat blade against your cunt. The coolness had your brain rewire and you let out a small strained sound. His tongue flicked over his teeth and the blade was gone. Gerald paused for a moment and pulled open his belt with ease.

Then you felt it. You looked down to see his thick cock press against your entrance. The head strained for a second but then it slid in with ease. A shiver spread across your body and you griped onto his shoulders for dear life. You couldn't separate your hands very much and so they brushed against his neck as your nails dug in.

Your eyes squeezed shut and you threw your head back against the wall as he continued to push in.

“Uh uh ah.” His thumb pushed on your chin. “Look at it. Eyes open sweetheart.” His voice wasn't mocking but one full of authority. It was a command that you obeyed without question. Your eyes looked down to see your cunt swallow his cock up. It took everything he pushed in until he was completely sheathed inside.

All thoughts had long since left your head as he slightly readjusted himself and grabbed you with both hands again. With his grip secured he pulled you slightly away from the wall so that when he started to move you, your back didn't scrape against the concrete wall.

There wasn't any warning. One moment you were filled stretched to the brim and then the next moment he was gone only for him to slam back in as he bounced you on his dick. A cry left your mouth and you pulled on his neck with the link. Your face buried in his shoulder as he continued that brutal pace.

Sure you had been fucked before but this was something different. Every bone in your body had turned into putty that he could meld by his will alone. Each time he re-entered it felt as overwhelming and consuming as the first. You swore you could feel him to your very core, all the way up to your chest.

“I've got you birdy. That's it.” He purred in your ear and continued to praise you but you couldn't hear much due to the pounds of blood that echoed in your ears.

The pair of you stayed there for god knows how long. Just him fucking you on his cock like a toy. He didn't stop even when you clenched down around him. He didn't stop when tears fell from your eyes and he didn't stop as you gushed around him.

Gerald successfully managed to drain all energy from you by the time your cunt drained his cock. The kisses he placed on your head afterwards felt distant like he was on another planet. You didn't have the time nor the energy to think about the situation. All you could do was collapse fully limp in his arms.

Slowly you opened your eyes. Instead of the cell you had been subjected to, you found yourself rather cozied up in a large bed. For a brief second, you thought it was only a dream but as you blinked and looked around the room you realized you weren't familiar with your surroundings.

You looked to the side only to see your reflection in a mirror that decorated the wall. In the reflection, you were met with the image of yourself. No longer were you in your pyjamas, instead you had a black shirt on and a pair of sweatpants. The shirt didn't fit quite right and you wondered if it was one of Gerald's. It certainly smelt like it.

The gears turned in your head and your eyes went wide. You saw the figure at the bed next to you and you spun around to see him asleep. The gravity of the situation crushed down on you and you swallowed. Slowly you got up out of the bed and your eyes went to his gun that was placed on his bedside table.

No way he would leave it out right? It was surely a trap. It would at least be empty right? Either way, it was a weapon. His knife would be better. Yet as you looked on the floor you couldn't find it.

You tiptoed over to the other side of the bed and silently picked it up. He didn't stir. You flicked open the chamber and your heart raced as you found that there were in fact bullets in there. Just to make sure you pulled back one bullet to check they weren't blanks.

They weren't.

“What are you planning to do with that birdy?”

Your eyes snapped to Gerald. He was propped against the headboard and leaned back against one hand. With the blanket no longer covering him, you could now see his shirtless form.

You aimed the gun at him and he didn't seem surprised.

“I should kill you.” You hissed but couldn't stop the slight shake of your hands. Most people wouldn't notice it but he wasn't most people.

“And why’s that?”

“You killed people.”

“And you haven't?”

“You killed innocents, you killed your own people. You killed Harry.”

“Harry was a cancer to this world. Even you should understand. After all, you left him.”

“Yeah, I left! I didn't fucking kill him for it. You were already gone- hell you killed your own team. You of all people don't have any right to lecture.”

“I did what was right to stop-”

“-You became the very thing you were supposed to stop.”

Gerald weighed his head and pulled back the blankets from the bed. You took a step back and watched as he got to his feet.

“Don't move.”

He ignored your command and continued forward until his chest met with the barrel of the gun. He grabbed your hand and instead of pushing your hand away, he pulled it up. The barrel rested against his forehead and he stared intensely into your eyes.

“If you're going to shoot, you better not miss.”

His hand didn't leave yours though. His thumb rubbed over your knuckles as if he were comforting you. The soft gentle touch was such a contradiction to the rough merciless man he was.

Seconds ticked by until you suddenly pulled back your hand as if his touch burnt you. The corner of his lips curled up and you took a couple of steps back.

“Not going to shoot?”

“Rainbow wants you alive.”

He laughed and you fled towards the door. “Keep telling yourself that sweetheart.”

“Don't call me that. D-dont follow me.” You yanked the door open and ran out the door. Silently you went down the hallways, careful not to bump into any of his men. Eventually, you found a bathroom and jimmied open the window. You had no idea where you were but anywhere was better than being by his overwhelming presence.

You only looked over your shoulder once as you fled into the woods. He hadn't followed.

#r6s #r6s x reader #rainbow six siege #deimos x reader #gerald morris

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sunsetforsvt · 3 months

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"Hello Kitty lemonade"

photo credits: @shua-ssi!

established relationship, angst;

warning: sorry for any typos, unfortunately i'm not fluent in english :(

The delicious smell of coffee invades your nostrils as you enter your favorite coffee shop. Today the weather was perfect for a cold drink and you couldn't wait for your boyfriend to arrive, so you could continue the tradition of always choosing something new from the menu.

Sitting at a table near a large glass window, you enjoy the last rays of the afternoon sun while admiring the orange sunset. The landscape in front of you is lush, but your distraction doesn't last long before someone sits down in the chair opposite you.

"Y/N? Wow, it's been a long time! I can't believe I found you here!" You hear an excited voice and your eyes widen when you realize who it is.

"Ahreum? Oh my God, I miss you! You look so different! I haven't seen you since college." You look at him in surprise as you put your hand to your mouth.

"Yes, it's been a long time!" She laughs softly as she settles back into her chair. "What are you doing here all alone?"

"I'm waiting for my boyfriend." You give a shy smile and feel your cheeks flush at the mention of him. "Look, he's here!" The excitement is in your voice as you wave to your boyfriend.

Dino gives a big smile as he walks towards her, frowning as he notices a girl sitting in front of him.

"Hi love." You give him a big smile as you hug him tightly. "This is Ahreum, my best friend from college."

"Nice to meet you." Dino says shyly as he offers his hand in greeting.

"Likewise." Your friend shakes your boyfriend's hand briefly while turning to you. "Y/N, I didn't realize your boyfriend was such a brat. He looks so young, he could easily pass for your younger brother."

"Stop being annoying, Ahreum!" You roll your eyes as you realize that your friend is still just as annoying as ever. Ahreum has always had a bad temper, and your friendship only lasted so long because of your ability to ignore your friend's ridiculous attitudes.

"I want to order something to drink, I'm thirsty!" You pull your boyfriend over to sit next to you, picking up the menu so you can both carefully choose a meal.

"Dino, what do you think of hibiscus iced tea? It has a beautiful color, very eye-catching." You show the menu to your boyfriend, who takes a serious look at your suggestion.

"Calm down, his name is Dino?" Your friend asks and gets your confirmation in response. "Dino as in dinosaur dino? Oh my God, how old is this guy? Our friends would joke so much if they were here."

You hear your boyfriend clear his throat in an obvious sign of discomfort, but before you can say anything, he catches your eye and indicates another drink on the menu.

"Noona, could we try that pink Hello Kitty lemonade? I really want the glasses that come as a gift, look how cool they are!" Dino glares at you while pointing at the menu.

"I can't believe I'm witnessing this scene, Y/N. I thought I'd see you with an older man who looked after you, not a kid who orders Hello Kitty lemonade as if you were his mother." Ahreum grabs his bag from the chair next to him and gets up from the table. "I have to go, have fun playing dolls with your little boy. Bye Y/N, Bye Dino." Ahreum let out a disdainful laugh and walked towards the door.

"Bye, Ahreum." You wave goodbye, letting out a sigh of relief that Ahreum is finally gone.

"Y/N, I think I want to go home, I'm not feeling well." Your boyfriend closes the menu and his eyes water, he's sad.

"Why do you want to leave?" You take his face in your hands and look at him worriedly. "What happened? Why are you like this?"

He pulls away from your hands and looks at you with disappointment in his eyes, lowering his gaze he replies: "I guess I'm not good enough for you."

"You're perfect for me, love!" You try to get closer again by joining his hands with yours. "Why are you saying that? Is it because of Ahreum?"

"I was thinking about it before, but after she said all that, I knew for sure." He lifts his face to look at you and tears start to run down his cheeks " Y/N, I think we should break up, I'm not good enough for you. You should be with an older guy, someone who will take care of you the way you deserve. You don't deserve a kid like me, who's still learning what love is."

You widen your eyes and look at him paralyzed, you've been taken by surprise in this situation and you don't know how to react, is this all some kind of joke? You decide to organize your thoughts quickly and pull yourself together to give him an answer.

"Dino, we're not going to break up! I love you, I love you just the way you are! You're an incredible boyfriend and you're more than enough for me, I wouldn't change you for anything in the world." You wipe your hand across your face in an attempt to wipe away the tears that are flowing. "It was my fault, my mistake for letting Ahreum talk to you like that. Forgive me, love!" You squeeze your boyfriend in your arms as you feel the tears run down your face.

"I don't know what to say, I'm really upset right now." He murmurs as he circles his arms gently around her body.

"All right, you have every right to be upset. I just want to apologize, I promise it won't happen again." You turn away to look directly at him. "You can order whatever you want from the menu, it's on me today."

Your boyfriend smiled softly and pulled you in for a kiss, your lips meeting gently as you sighed with relief, the fear of losing him making you hold your breath and you hadn't even realized it.

"You're my little baby." He says, kissing her on the nose.

"You're my big baby." You reply, kissing him on the nose. "Now let's eat!"

#seventeen #seventeen angst #seventeen reactions #seventeen oneshot #seventeen imagines #seventeen scenarios #svt dino #lee chan #svt reader #seventeen dino #dino smut #dino imagines #dino scenarios #dino fluff #lee chan seventeen

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workingforthewidow · 8 months

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Woah look at me actually posting 2 things within the same month lol- this is a part 2 to the Otis fic i posted a few days ago. You don’t HAVE to read it to understand this but it does help! I have honestly fallen in love with Otis and his Princess so I might start doing small one-shots in this universe so if you have any ideas or request let me know!

Warnings: as stated reader is in deep for Otis like so much Stockholm syndrome going on. Slight smut. Reference to non-con. This is Otis we are talking about so he can be a warning himself. But also OOC Otis like he’s super sweet but still in an Otis way. Blood. Lots of blood. Killing people. Knives. If there’s any major i missed please let me know! But yeah- don’t like it don’t read it.

She/her pronouns for reader. I tried to keep descriptions to a minimum, did mention pulling readers hair a lot but I mean i pull my husbands hair a lot and he has short hair so yeah.

18+

Word count 3,698. Link to part 1

She woke up to hear steady soft snores in her ear and the feeling of shallow sleepy breaths under her. A long pale arm wrapped around her waist held her securely to him. He stayed. He really stayed this time like he promised. Usually he was gone by the time she woke up. Maybe it was still night and she had just woken too early. But she could see the rays of light streaming in from the window. It was morning for sure. She lifted her head as much as she could and luckily she could see the clock on the wall. One of his few gifts to her. He wouldn’t give her a calendar but he at least got her the clock so she could have some time awareness. The hands of the clock read 1:49. They had gotten home at 1:30am. And by the time all was said and done she imagine she fell asleep no later than 2:30am. They had slept for 11 hours. He never slept that much. She was about to try to wake him when his grip tightened on her waist pulling her against him. He brushed his nose against her hair and kissed her forehead.

“Stop fucking moving and go back to sleep Princess.” He mumbled against her skin.

She relaxed against him and hummed contently. “But it’s almost 2 in the afternoon. We’ve been sleeping all day.”

“And if I say go back to sleep you fucking go back to sleep. Sleep for the next week if I say so.” He grunted out at her.

She nodded her head against his chest and closed her eyes again. What game was this? For sure a new one, they had never played a game like this before. Maybe it was the calm before the storm and next time she woke up he’d have her hanging from meat hooks on the ceiling or thrown back in the basement.

She was never able to fall back asleep. She just stayed very still against him other than occasionally tracing her fingers up and down his chest lazily like she was in a dream. Finally once the sun was setting did he stir awake. She was mid way up his chest near his heart when his hand clutched hers. If she wasn’t so use to him it would have hurt but she knew his grip was stronger than an alligators bite.

“Mornin’ Princess.” His still half asleep voice was low and rough. She laughed a little and shook her head.

“Ain’t mornin’ anymore. Almost dinner time.”

As if on cue Baby’s voice could be heard from the bottom of the stairs, “Otis! I haven’t seen my little best friend in two whole days. It’s about time you let her down here to see me and Mama.”

Otis groaned and rubbed his face before flinging her off him onto the floor. He stood up and looked down at where she had stayed on the floor like his good little girl. “Put some clothes on.” He threw her a pile of fabric at her. She separated it to reveal her shorts and one of his ‘burn this flag’ tank tops. Another change to the game. He never let her wear his clothes outside of the flannel she got to wear during the winter. Even then it was just the one and she had to keep track of it or else it was taken and hidden from her in a wicked game of hide and seek. She slid the clothes on without questioning him. “Perfect.” He grabs her face and kisses her harshly. But not as harshly as during a game. It wasn’t a true romantic kiss like the one from the night before but it wasn’t a one sided “I own you and can put my mouth anywhere I please” kiss either. “Come on Sweetheart.” He took her hand and led her down the stairs to the table.

The family were already seated and she noticed four guest sitting on the far end of the table. Two men and two women. One of the men looked extremely excited to be there while the other man and the women looked like they’d rather be anywhere else.

Mama immediately got up at the sight of them and floated towards them. She was so elegant and graceful.

“Oh my sweet Otis and little Darling. You joined us. How special is this? Come sit, sit. We have guest and it’s Halloween. I am blessed today.” She cooed before returning to her seat. “Masks on everyone.” She announced placing her own masks on her face. The others followed suit with the expect of one of the women and Otis and his girl.

“Put the damn mask on or she won’t let us have dessert!” Grandpa huffed from across the table.

The women sneered towards Otis and her, “They don’t have masks. Why do I have to do it?” Oh she was an entitled thing. Otis hated that kind of girl, his princess was never like that not even when he first got her.

“Playin’ by different rules sugar.” Otis spat out at her with venom laced words. She looked at him shocked before placing the mask on her face. The group ate in silence for a few minutes before the man who was acting like he was at DisneyLand spoke up.

“So uh any of you heard of Doctor Satan?” Everyone’s eyes shot up and glared holes into his head. She looked around at Mama and then to Otis who cleared his throat. He went on to spin the tale of Doctor Satan as if it were just that, a story. But she knew better. She knew the truth. Before anything else could be said Baby rang the gong. Time for her show.

Everyone filed into the show room and watched as Baby did her performance. She was a natural talent. She could even be in the picture shows. Baby was dancing close to one of the men and the woman next to him seemed to be jealous. She thought that’s probably what she would like that when Baby was all over Otis if she didn’t know the truth about their relationship. Sure they had done things in the past but once Otis brought her home and finally into his room and Baby claimed her as her “little best friend” all sexual acts between them stopped.

“A girl doesn’t two-time on her little best friend, Otis. She’d get all upset and cry. Best friends don’t make each other cry.” She had told him once he tried to get handsy with her. He didn’t care if the stupid girl got upset. He just wanted a good fuck and the girl locked in his room had yet to truly prove herself to him. Sure she could spread her legs and open her mouth but she wasn’t as exciting as Baby. Until one day out of the blue she was. She was doing everything just how Baby did it. Turns out the poor girl had begged Baby to tell her what to do to keep his attention on her. And boy was she a quick learner.

Lost in her head she didn’t realize all the movement going on around until screams hit her ears and she was picked up, thrown over Otis’s shoulder. He threw her into one of the empty rooms that only held a bed and a dresser. He pushed her onto the bed and held his knife to her throat.

“You move out of this room. You die. You scream or make a noise. You die. You do anything that’s not staying in this room and shutting your fucking mouth. You. Die.” He pulled her by her hair to lock eyes with her. His eyes were even more blood thirsty than usual. “Understand me, Princess?”

Her lip quivered, what was happening? She had never seen guest end like this. Yes they killed and took their cars and money but this felt different. He pulled her hair harder and pushed the knife deeper into her throat waiting her response.

“Yes, I’ll be good. Stay here and be quiet.” Her wide eyes glistened with tears threatening to fall from the pressure on her head from her pulled hair. He nodded and let her hair go, running his fingers through it for a moment.

“Good girl. If I haven’t come to get you by morning you can come find me okay?” She nodded again quickly. He grabbed her chin and pulled her into a kiss. “I love you Princess.”

He said it again! Twice in one day! She happily kissed him back and smiled wide at him, “I love you, too.” He brushed her hair out once more before leaving the room making sure the door locked behind them.

She didn’t even realized she had fallen asleep until she woke with a jump. Had it really been that long? After Otis had left she paced the room before she decide to explore the dresser a bit. In the top drawer was an old worn copy of some book she’d never heard of but from the picture on the cover it looked to be some cliché romance. She sat on the bed resting her back against the wall and started reading, having nothing better to do. She must have fallen asleep mid-read. She looked out the window. Sunshine. It was morning and Otis hadn’t come back for her. What if something happened? Was he hurt? Did those guest hurt him or Baby or Mama? She was even worried for Hugo. She leapt to her feet and bounded towards the door. Just as she was about to fiddle with the lock she heard the click of a key and the turn of the doorknob. She jumped back so the door wouldn’t hit her when it swung open.

On the other side of the door stood her Otis. Her sweet, loving, blood covered, Otis.

“Sorry I’m late Princess had to clean up someone else’s mess. But I got a surprise for you.” He smirked and took her hand. He led her back to the room they shared and covered her eyes to keep her surprise from her. Was this a real surprise? Like a present? “It ain’t much but we gotta start ya off with something easy, okay?” He removed his hands from her eyes and she blinked at the sudden light from the darkness. Once her eyes adjusted she saw the surprise. Tied to chairs and knocked out sat two of the guest. The man in glasses that Baby had sang to and the women she assumed was his girlfriend or wife.

Otis pulled her against his chest and kissed the top of her head. “I have an idea for these two fuck ups and I need my pretty little Princess to help me. Gonna teach ya to be a real artist not just my muse.” He handed her one of his knives and took one in his own hand. “You get the girl shes more your size. Don’t fuck it up Princess.” He moved over to the man and bent down by his ankles, “All it takes is a clean up to the ankles.” He swiftly sliced the knife threw the mans skin causing him to pop his eyes open with a scream. His screaming then woke the woman. “Your turn Princess.”

She twisted the handle in her hands and looked at him nervously. “Come on Princess, it ain’t hard.” Somehow she only heard his voice. She knew the people were screaming and crying but she was focused on him. Tired of waiting he grabbed her hand and pulled her to the floor and held her smaller hand in his. “Like this.” With a flick their wrist the knife cut one of the woman’s ankles. “You do the next one.”

She took a breath and moved closer to the other unharmed ankle. Her eyes flickered to his for a moment before exhaling and cutting through the skin. She hit a vein just right and blood splattered on her face and chest. She stood up as Otis whistled at her.

“Damn didn’t think you could get any prettier but I was wrong. This is how you’re meant to look Princess.” He pulled her close and licked some of the blood off her face. “Let’s give the happy couple some alone time. Should be done by the time we come back.” He smirked and jammed his knife into the woman’s thigh. He looked at her than to the man and back to her. She got the message. She walked to the man and stood above him.

“Wait, wait, wait! I know you. You’re that girl who went missing last year. The millionaire’s stepdaughter. Just let us go and we can take you home to your family and away from these psychos.”

Otis growled and almost pounced on the man but she raised her hand to stop him. “This is my home. This is my family. This is all I need. You don’t fucking know me. You know my face and you know my name but you don’t know me. Only my family knows me. Only Otis knows me.�� She screamed in his face so close it fogged his glasses before stabbing him the thigh twisting the blade a few times for extra hurt.

The man and the woman continued screaming and begging for their lives as Otis took her away. He took her to the bathroom and ran the shower. Peeling off her blood soaked clothes slowly before removing his own. He pulled her under the water and watched as it mixed with the blood on her face and ran down the drain. Wordlessly he titled her head back and let the water run through her hair.

All of this was so new. Never had they done this before. And if they had she was sure it would have just been about sex. But he was being gentle and soothing. She could his erection plan as day but decided if he wasn’t making this about sex she shouldn’t either. She hummed as he brushed through her wet hair getting all the blood out. Normally he would be smearing all over her. She always let him do it. She always let him do whatever made him happy. But as soon as he was done with her she would run to the shower as fast as she could to clean herself. But now he was cleaning it off her. Gentle rubbing his hands down her body in a non-sexual way. Once he was satisfied with how clean she was he moved their places and let the water trail over himself. All of this done in silence. Only the water running and their breathing could be heard. Finally he cut he water and stepped out leaving her standing in the shower.

“Feel better Princess?” He asked wrapping her in a towel that was honestly probably dirtier than them when they entered the shower.

“Yes, thank you.” She smiled at him wide eyed.

“Have another surprise for you while we wait for those fucks to finish up.” He walked her back to their room, “Get your clothes on. Whatever you want.” He said as he went to inspect the people in to the corner who’s yelling had turned to whimpers.

She dug through her clothes finally able to pick her own outfit. She quickly put on a soft lavender purple matching bra and panties then looked over to him.

“All your clothes. We’re going back down stairs.” Oh she really got to pick her own outfit. This never happened. She went back to drawers and dug again finding her blue jean shorts and a black shirt. She slipped them on and looked to him again. “That’s better Princess. Now down the stairs.” He gestured to the door and followed her down the staircase. “This way.” He pulled her outside and towards one of the sheds where they kept the extra clothes and other items from guest who never left.

He opened the door and pushed her inside. He lit a match and fired up a lamp hanging from the ceiling. She stood still as he rooted around looking for something. She thought about asking him if she could help him find whatever it was he was looking for but as soon as she opened her mouth to speak he turned to her box in hand. “Come here pretty girl.” He called her closer and held out the box to her. “A pretty princess needs a pretty jewel. Take whichever one you want.”

She looked inside the box and gasped. Inside were tens if not hundreds of shining rings. Some silver, some gold, some with diamonds, others with colored gems, and some that were just metal. She dug around looking for any she might like and took a few in hand. She went to try and size it to her right hand finger but he stopped her.

“Other hand Princess.”

She cocked her head to the side in confusion, “But that hands for a wedding band.”

“Just do it don’t fucking argue with me.” Hell for once in his damn life he was trying to be genuine and she had to run her mouth.

She nodded and moved to her other hand. She tried a few too small. A few too big. And a few she just didn’t like how they sat on her finger. Otis was starting to get impatient with her once again, always taking forever. He looked around in the box and found he liked and grabbed her hand sliding the band over her finger. She looked at her hand then to him and back at her hand again. The gem was a deep ruby red similar to his ever beloved blood and the band was the same silver as his knives. It was perfect. Just like her Otis was perfect.

“It’s perfect.” She whispered as if it would break if spoke too loud. “But why?”

“What can’t do a fucking nice thing for you?”

“No. No. Thank you. I just don’t understand what’s happening.”

“I’ve told you a hundred times. You are mine forever.” Why couldn’t she get that through her thick skull?

She fiddled with the ring on her finger, “I know. And I’m happy to be yours forever. But, but this feels like you wanna marry me or something. And I…”

“Well we ain’t having no big ole party and it ain’t gonna be legal. But married and forever are the same things,” he interrupted her.

She took a deep breath, she imagined he wouldn’t like what she was about to say and needed to muster up all her courage. “I know I get that. But married also means one and only forever. You are my one and only but am I yours? Married means no other girls.”

Otis put the box holding the rings down and grabbed her face in both hands making her look up at him.

“Princess, ain’t had anyone in my bed except you since I brought you in it. Knew you was something special. A man’s gotta settle down sometime. Get him a sexy little housewife. Hell maybe even knock you up have little brats running around. Mama and Baby would love that.” Sincere. He was being sincere and true and kind and all the things she didn’t even think Otis Driftwood knew what the definitions were.

Tears flowed down her cheeks flooding over his hands. “Really? You want a family? With me?”

“Fuck yeah I do Princess. Any woman that can slice an ankle that clean and not flinch when the blood hits her face is a woman I wanna keep.” He kissed her and rested his forehead against her, “Don’t mean I’m gonna be nicer. I will still cut your throat if you leave or do anything stupid. Still gonna pull you by your hair. And fuck you how I like whenever I like.” He grabbed her hair and yanked her to slide before sinking his teeth into her neck. There was the Otis she knew and, in a sick twisted way, loved. He pulled back and grinned at her with her blood running down his chin.

“Let’s go back and finish our art piece.” He led her back up the stairs and found their models ready to pose.

After working on the art piece for hours she was again covered in blood and guts and pieces of someone else’s flesh were stuck to her. Otis gave the piece a once over and turned to her, equally as messy as she was.

“I don’t think I’ve seen anything more perfect. Besides you Princess.” He smirked at her and winked.

She didn’t know what game this was but she hoped they played it forever. All the sweet words he had been whispering in her ear, as he guided her hands showing her how to work on the art piece and use his many tools, were sounding more and more like a dream come true. He wanted to marry her, well he had ‘married’ her, and wanted a family with her. That was something she always dreamed of- being a mother and having a family. Even if her family was messed up and sick in the head. She was excited about the future.

“Let’s get you clean up and off to bed, Princess.” He kissed her forehead and took her to the shower to clean again. She truly felt like she was in a dream. Once they were clean he took her to bed and let her curl up on him like he did the day before.

“We‘ll take them to Spaulding tomorrow. I’ll bring you with me.” He promised her.

“Thank you. For everything you have done for me. I don’t think I’ve ever been this happy in my whole life.” She looked up and pressed a kiss to his jaw.

“Me either, Princess. Me either.” He held her face and kissed her forehead. “Now sleep and don’t fucking wake up until the sun is shining.”

#otis driftwood fanfic #otis driftwood #house of 1000 corpses #otis driftwood x reader #house of 1000 corpses fanfic #house of 1000 corpses x reader #slashers #slashers x reader #slasher fanfic

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Could we get headcanons of different pets the Genshin men would have and how they would interact with them or their personalities? Especially Diluc and Alhaitham. I love men with animals, the biggest green flag

I got you, boo! I honestly couldn't stop once I started so added a few other characters

Alhaitham, Diluc, Kaeya, Childe, Cyno TW: neglected animals in Cyno's

Pet Headcanons

Alhaitham

She showed up in a previous post but I think he would have a cat

An Egyptian Mau to be precise, her name would be Asal (Persian for honey) after her golden/bronze coat

She would 100% be a curious and very intelligent kitten who loves to run around and play

Type of cat who just climbs up fabric/clothes and will sit on your shoulder or around your neck

Will bite and pull on your ear if you oversleep and don’t feed her

Literally embodiment of “Ray of Sunshine”

Absolutely loves Kaveh for some reason (totally not because he spoils her rotten)

“Kaveh, stop feeding her so much, she’s getting fat. I don’t want two spoiled lazy cats”

“Excuse you, she’s perfect and skinny as is… Wait did you insult me too?!”

Does tricks! she knows how to sit, shake, tap (where she taps her nose to your finger/thumb) and is learning more

Diluc

A big dog man

I could see him with rottweilers, german shepherds or bernese mountain dogs with a name like “Bear” or “Beau”, short, bold, and simple.

Originally gotten as guard dogs for a paranoid Ragnvindr who has many enemies and just got back from a murder spree in Snezhnaya, they now work more as emotional support dogs for him and others

He also still has his childhood tortoise (because those things live forever) which he named ‘Clip’ as a child

He’s very mellow, the dogs treat him as one of their own

They also cuddle and sleep together, two dogs wrapped around a tortoise who rests his head on the dog’s neck

When he and Kaeya were in their older teens, Crepus got them both large Clydesdale horses when they both joined the Knight’s Cavalry.

He named his horse Skinfaxi and Kaeya has Hrímfaxi (named after the sun and moon horses from Norse mythos)

Skinfaxi is one hell of a mare, it took Diluc a lot of time, energy, and patience to get her to behave (though she still has a playful streak)

Would buck him off during training but she was the fastest horse in the Cavalry

He would take her on long rides at night through the woods and around Dawn Winery just to get her to trust him

Kaeya

Obviously, Hrímfaxi, who, unlike his sister, was much more timid.

They both got along really well, with no issues, unlike their siblings.

The two riding are almost like one being, completely in synch

With the cavalry gone, Mondstadt City doesn’t have a lot of space for a horse so he stays with his sister at Dawn Winery

Kaeya comes by whenever he can to ride him

But besides her he would take care of the stray cats around Mondstadt City, refilling food and water bowls around the city while on patrol

One day, after a long night, Kaeya woke up to clawing and meowing at the door and saw his favorite cat, a Calico named Lucky, wandered inside and flopped on his rug in pain, crying as he noticed the giant lump coming from her stomach

By sunrise, he now had a mother of three kittens refusing to leave his house.

Two girls (One Calico like her mom and the other orange) and a boy (A black cat with faint stripes)

He lets Klee name them: Sunny (Orange), Cloudy (Calico) and Stormy (the black cat)

The girls are definitely headstrong while Stormy is shy and tends to hide behind his big sisters

(as a kaeya kinnie with three stray/outdoor cats, he gets them too)

Childe

From a family with lots of big dogs, like Great Pyrenees, Samoyed, and Tibetan Mastiffs

When he moved to Liyue for deployment and got super lonely, his subordinates weren’t super close to him and locals didn’t trust him as a Harbinger, he grew rather lonely

Till he went into the countryside to deal with some Treasure Hoarders and saw them using weasels and ferrets to carry contraband and money around without notice

What really sold him was watching a little kid in the camp playing with one and rubbing noses with it

The next day Ajax had two ferrets running around his apartment with the most expensive ferret setup money could buy

They are the most playful, feral things who love running around and play-fighting each other

Named Jayson and Lila, a pair of twins

(totally didn't name them after the stoats from Burrow’s End)

Loves them so much and plays with them throughout all of his free time

Leaves them to his assistant whenever he is away or is busy (who proceeds to give her hell)

They love it when he wears big coats/parkas so they can climb in and snuggle

Cyno

Didn’t have pets growing up

His first pet was on a mission as General Mahamatra, arrested some guy, went through his house for evidence, and found a severely malnourished and neglected Leopard Gecko

Some of his claws had fallen off to nubs due to layers of sheaded skin build up and he was cold to the touch from lack of heating.

The lizard curls up into his warm hands and it immediately melts the General Mahamatra’s heart

Immediately putting him back and picking up the cage, he leaves the rest of the investigation to his coworkers before rushing to Gandharva Ville

Scared Tighnari and Collei with how quickly he rushed in through the door with a giant glass terrarium.

Looks calm and collected but is sitting in the corner with Collei just staring at Tighnari and the lizard, internal panic on the inside

Once Tighnari gives an analysis, Cyno asks Nari to watch the lizard for a few days and he will come back for it

Proceeds to spend two days straight researching Leopard geckos and how to take care of them

Also blows a good portion of his paycheck on supplies for the gecko, a larger tank, lights, and heating pads, etc.

Picks him up and takes him home as soon as the terrarium is set up

Names him something dumb like “Geck” or a combo of his and Tighnari’s names like “Tighno”

Most people don’t know besides Tighnari and Collei that the gecko exists, and why would they? Who’s gonna believe that the General Mahamatra has a tiny lizard as a pet

When Alhaitham and Kaveh find out Cyno has a pet, Cyno immediately pulls out pictures from his wallet like a proud dad

Whenever he is away for a while, he has Collei house sit and take care of the lizard, pays her generously

Will just sit on top of Cyno’s head or shoulder and chill

Loves to chirp and make little noises for fun/comfort

(also a leopard gecko parent and my gecko is a rescue with all these attributes from being mishandled)

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Chapter Three: Do you trust me?

The Depths we Devour, a gothic horror detective!joel fic

Summary

You struggle with new and overwheming emotions about The Detective while danger lurks around the corner.

Word Count: 3.3k

Tags: Reader POV, mentions of loss, reader is conflicted, blood, joel calls reader sweetheart/honey, anxiety, comfort, death, violence behind closed doors, joel shoots someone, joel comforts reader. // as always, if i miss any let me know

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The Sweetheart

Day Two

5:16pm

The ghost of his hands is the first thing you feel as you slowly wake up alone in your bed. His touch, his skin, the way it felt as you wrapped yourself around him as you moulded seamlessly against his body. The way the heat of his touch and his body warmed your own and brought a sense of security, a sense of comfort. The way he would play with your hair, gently toying with the strands as you felt your fear melt away, your worries easing into nothingness as he stroked at your hair.

The fingers that had done all that, the same ones that pulled the trigger on your friend.

But was she really your friend if she tried to kill you?

The hands of your palms press and dig deeply into the closed eyes, trying to wipe away the image that haunts you, that torments you, and that keeps playing repeatedly in the deepest parts of your mind. The gurgles and screeches of Mia as she attempted to hurt you, kill you, haunt your mind as you slowly wake up.

You can’t wrap your head around why she would ever want to hurt you. Had you upset her?

Your mind travels back to her skin, once so smooth, now almost rotten and sunken in, the color of life replaced by a sickly tone that looks more appropriate for death. Of those sharp and long nails that scratched and clawed at your skin as she tried to hurt you with every bit of energy and life that she had left.

The detective was not the first to show up, the first to hear you. That honour went to Alex, screaming at her to stop, pleading with her to calm down as she had become a rabid dog, a vicious beast that would not stop attempting to tear you to pieces. But nothing could have stopped her, nothing until the detective stormed into the room. Until he fired three shots at her and she fell to the ground, her body limp and lifeless.

You don't know why you reacted the way that you did, the screams stuck in your throat, trapped as though you were in a nightmare, a horrible dream that wouldn't stop unless you gave in to the fear that had overtaken you. How you felt so small and frail under the detective's embrace, held firmly and safely in his strong arms, his warmth providing strength and protection. How you felt so broken as he carried you back to your room, your safety net.

How your bones felt so heavy as he dressed you.

He was gentle with you, oh so gentle, as if you were a porcelain sculpture that would crack or shatter at one touch too tough, that could crumble into a thousand pieces with one wrong move. It made your heart skip just remembering the care, the softness of his touch and how safe you felt. Knowing that he was taking care of you, watching over you like a guardian angel. Making sure that you were okay, safe.

The late afternoon sun breaks through the window and the sheer curtains sway in the soft breeze of the wind that flows through the open window. The rays of light pierce through the air and cast a warm glow on the room, the light reflecting off the wall and the floor.

You look across at where he had laid beside you and you frown, feeling an emotion sink within you. The feelings within you twisted and confusing. You hardly knew the man and you shouldn’t want him to be beside you in bed as you woke and saw the world once again, but you found yourself wishing it anyway. Hoping that he would be there beside you when you awoke, his presence a warm safety net for you to latch on to when you felt the world spinning around you.

The movement of his hands last night, the gentle touch and the way his fingers swirled over the curve of your body, was something that sent a tingling sensation up your spine. A tingle that started in your stomach and ended in your heart, a feeling that made your body shiver.

You had left from his room so quickly, as it was all so new, so scary, the way he made you feel things you had never felt before. Emotions you’ve only ever written about. His eyes were transfixed on you, a look you had never seen before as he touched your bare skin. Your eyes too, wide and locked on his hands as he moved your shirt.

And then there was this morning as he dressed you, the look in his eyes that was softer, kinder. No longer with that slight edge of lust, but with something that spoke to you in a different way. Something that made you feel something more, that made your heart ache in a different way. All you wanted then was to crawl into his arms and never let go. To find a safe place where the madness of the world couldn't touch you and to feel the warmth of his embrace. His arms around you as he held you tight to protect you.

He is so much older than you but you don’t find the will to care, not when he looked at you like you were the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

You reach for a note, one that has been left on your bedside table that you hadn't noticed until now. You sit up against the pillows and stuffed animals scattered around you, grabbing the letter and reading it with eager eyes, hoping or imagining that it was from him, that it had his name signed at the bottom.

I didn’t want to wake you or leave you alone after what happened to Mia, but I have to get back to work finding your father. I’m heading into the forest but should be back before dinner. I’ve asked Alexander to make your favourite comfort meal, so if you need anything, you’ll find him in the kitchen. Stay safe. Joel

Your heart sinks when you realise he's not in the house anymore, that he’s out in the dark forest that surrounds the manor. You feel a tinge of fear at the thought of him being so distant, alone, out there in the vast forest. But you comfort yourself with the fact that he is strong, that he can handle himself out there and that he will come back safely unlike your father.

You want him here, close. So close that you could reach out a hand to him and know that he would catch you if you were to fall. Even so, you understand the silliness of your own emotions, how you're feeling this way about someone that you barely know after all, and yet, you can't help but feel these feelings. With a soft groan, you get out of bed, shaking your head at yourself before heading over to your computer on your desk, turning it on and opening a document to write.

If you can’t have him here, you’ll write a version that is.

And oh, are you inspired to write.

6:13pm.

"I'm sure he's fine," Alex attempts to assure you as he takes a seat beside you at the dining table. His voice soft and gentle, full of reassurance, trying his best to soothe your worries and calm the storm of emotion that threatens to overtake you.

You shake your head, shrugging off his gentle touch on your shoulder as he reaches out to comfort you. You feel your stomach churn as anxiety starts to settle in once more, a wave of unease and worry washing over you as your body tenses up in response to your inner emotions.

“You don’t know that. He said he would be back before dinner. What if something happened to him out there, like my father?”

“I’m sure your father is fine-”

The words of reassurance are lost on you as you hear the front door open and then close with a loud slam, echoing off the walls of the manor. It must be Joel, you think to yourself, it has to be. Eliza is upstairs and has been cleaning the floor for at least two hours now, even though the floor was already clean after the police left. Alex is with you and Mia is, well not here anymore.

Your stomach knots and tenses up as you wait, hoping that it really is him who has come back, who will come through those doors, his presence providing you with relief from your anxiety.

You rise from the table as the dining room door opens, and the room goes silent as he slowly walks in, the smile that had crept onto your face when you heard the door opening disappearing when you see the ghastly sight of him. There's no joy in his face as he enters the room, no warm smile, no hint of mirth. Instead, there's nothing but a deadly stare, the look of someone who has been through hell and back.

Joel shrugs his backpack off his shoulder, letting it drop to the ground with a grunt, the stain of blood trickling down his white sleeve, his face bruised and his knuckles bloody. The sight of him like this sends a chill through you, the sight of his wounds making you worry and your heart sink as you see that he's hurt, his body bruised.

Your feet move without conscious thought, moving you in front of him before you even have a chance to process the action. Your hands hover above him, hesitant to touch him, afraid that you might just hurt him even more than he already is. You ask him what had happened, your voice gentle and concerned, genuine worry evident in your tone.

The detective takes your hovering hands in his own, his thumb rubbing gentle circles on the back of your hands, a comforting touch that almost makes you feel as if it's you who needs the reassurance and comfort. The detective's touch is gentle, his eyes filled with concern and empathy as he seems to try to comfort you even though he's the one who is wounded.

"Pack your things, it's not safe here." The detective's voice is not as soft and gentle as it has been, now a gruff, harsh tone that makes you pause for a moment as you look back up at him, confusion taking root in your expression. This was a side of him that you hadn't seen before, this darker side that has now made an appearance.

You shake your head in confusion as Alex stands from the table behind you, his chair scraping on the floor.

“What the hell happened to you?” Alex suddenly pipes up, his voice just as confused and bewildered as your own.

The detective drops your hands and runs his bloody hand over his bruised face, a simple but visible gesture that speaks volumes by itself. A quiet sigh escapes his mouth, one of exhaustion, one of resignation, his shoulders slumping ever so slightly as he speaks.

"Just go pack a bag." The detective says, his voice a low rumble, full of a certain authority that you had not heard before. His hands rest on his hip as he straightens back up to his full height, his eyes softening as he looks down at you.

You quickly nod in response as Alex takes hold of your hand and pulls you from the room, a gentle but firm grip that doesn't allow for any sort of hesitation or protest from your part. You go along with him as a look of concern settles on your face, your thoughts filled with questions and concerns for the detective.

You go into your room and immediately start packing some clothes and essentials into your overnight bag, not wanting to waste any time as an overwhelming feeling of concern starts to fill you. Your emotions get the better of you as your eyes grow damp and tears start to run down your face. You rub your eyes and wipe away the evidence of your emotions, trying to seem as though nothing is wrong at all. Once you've got your bag over your shoulder, you move to go back out of your room.

The hallway is quiet as you walk back down to Alex's room, the footsteps of your shoes on the floor the only noise that fills the space. You try to call out for him, wondering where he might have gone, but there's no response, no answer to your call. You push open the door to his room but find it empty, completely vacant, silent, and deserted as the door hangs open.

He must have already gone back downstairs, you decide.

The hallway lights flicker as you walk back towards the stairs, the sudden change in lighting throwing you off, as though it's just another thing to add to the confusion and worry that is filling you. Your hands grip onto your bag straps, and your eyes are glued to your shoes, and you don't dare look up.

You just want your father back, Mia back.

But one is missing, the other dead.

Your feet stop in their tracks and your head snaps back up as you hear a grunt from the room to your left.

Eliza’s room.

You wonder if anyone has told her that it's not safe here, that the detective has demanded that everyone leave at once. And with that, you open her door, the hinges creaking a bit as you push the door open. The air inside the room feeling a bit stale and cold as it hasn't been used in a while.

Eliza stands hunched over in the middle of her room, seemingly frozen in place and a bit like a statue. Soft grunts echo in the room and you tilt your head. Your eyes move away from her and glance around the room, taking it in as you notice that it's destroyed, as though there had been some sort of struggle or fight that had taken place here. Your eyes widen at the sight, your mind racing with questions.

A hand slams over your mouth, stopping you before you can call out to Eliza and making you jump with surprise. You suddenly feel the warm touch of another body pressed against your back, a strong arm that makes you gasp and pulls you back as you try to steady yourself by gripping onto his arm when you feel the blood-stained white sleeves.

Joel.

He slowly pulls you backwards, away from the room, almost silently hushing you in your ear. His voice low and calm as he guides you backwards out of the room. You can barely keep balanced as your heart beats out of control, struggling to calm at the fright of his sudden movements. His stubble scratches the side of your face making it itch, your skin suddenly prickling with heat at the close proximity of his body against yours, his arms still holding you firmly in place.

He detaches himself from you once you are out of the room, turning you around. He bends down so that he's at eye level with you. He raises up his finger to his lips as he stares into your eyes, his eyes searching yours just as heavily as your wide ones are searching his, making sure that you understand his gesture. You nod in response, knowing that he is trying to keep you quiet for whatever reason.

He enters the room you were just in and silently closes the door behind him.

You stand there in the hallway, still as a statue as you stare at the closed door in front of you. You listen to the silence around you and feeling the stillness of the air, suddenly disrupted by the screeches that erupt and the gunshots that follow.

You flinch at the noise, but despite the sudden outburst of sound, your feet don't move. Your eyes still glued to the door in front of you, listening and focusing on the noises and sounds coming from behind the closed door.

You feel like you should move, that you should run, and yet you're stuck. Unable to move, unable to react, unable to do anything but stand there in one place.

The room falls silent once more as you stand there, your breathing becoming uneven as you wait and watch the door, waiting for it to open. Joel steps out of the room, his face and chest splattered with blood. He closes the door behind him once more before you're able to see what you know happened. Your throat is dry and you can barely catch your breath as your mind races with the thought of what had occurred in that room.

Your eyes remain stuck on the door as Joel steps back in front of you, his hand gently holding the side of your face. He urges you to look up at him, and you finally do. Your eyes are watery as you look up into his eyes, the tears threatening to fall from your cheeks as you stare up at him.

“Why-” Your voice breaks as you stare up at him.

He shoves his gun back into his holster, his gaze steady and intense as he stares at you. His other hand comes to hold your face, taking it in both of his hands, a gentle grip that's almost comforting in its softness.

“I need you to listen to me now, okay sweetheart? We need to get outta here. Whatever business your father was dealing in, is bad news.”

You shake your head in his grip, not understanding the words that are coming out of his mouth. Your father isn’t someone who wouldn't deal with shady people, wouldn't hurt people, would never be involved in anything defined as bad news.

You frown, your hands rising to grip onto his bloody shirt, your mind working overtime to deny and contradict what he's saying. "No. You're wrong." You say forcefully, your voice filled with certainty as you insist that he's wrong.

“You killed Mia, Eliza-”

“I know I did honey, but they would have torn you apart. They weren’t themselves anymore. I’ll explain what I know in the car, alright? But we have to go now. Please.”

He's almost begging now, his eyes pleading as they stare at you. You look at his blood-stained face and clothes, the wounds on his body bringing you pain and conflicting feelings as your heart wants to believe him. Your mind wants to trust him. Your doubts and the events of the last few hours are tearing you apart, leaving you unable to make sense of anything or come to any conclusions about what you should do or believe.

“Do you trust me?”

But something about his eyes, the look of desperation and the firm and gentle grip of his fingers against the side of your face makes you nod your head. The uncertainty is still there but diminished, your mind slowly starting to lean towards belief and trust as you accept his words. “Yeah.”

He nods, his hand reaching down to your hands and gripping it in a vice-like hold as he tugs you towards him. He holds onto your hand with a tight grip, as though he's terrified of losing your trust and belief, as if any moment you might reconsider and let go. But you know that you won't now, you don't think that you can. Your hand remains firmly gripped by his as he pulls you close to him, holding you tight. As if he cannot bear to let go, as if he needs you as close as possible.

Joel Miller has a death grip on you, and you don’t seem to mind it one bit.

Chapter four - coming soon

Notes

First Reader POV. a shorter chapter, just introducing your own feelings and emotions. Next chapter will have what happened to Joel in the forest, I won't skip over that DW!

If you want to be tagged, please comment on the masterlist for this series and I will add you. If you want to be taken off, please DM so i don't miss your request.

Every comment, like and reblog means the world to me. please let me know your thoughts about this, i want to ramble about this story so much.

tags: @jupiter-soups @lollabear @withasideofmeg

#joel miller #the last of us #joel miller x reader #joel tlou #joel fanfic #joel x reader #tlou #tlou joel #tlou fanfiction

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| Rainy Nights ft. ear scritches |

where Tighnari plays hard to get when it comes to petting his ears until one rainy night breaks his resolve. Or, Tighnari FINALLY allows you to pet his ears after a year of pining for eachother.

genre: romance

word count: 1.6k+

TW: none

His ears were something of a mystery.

They were fluffy, long and almost had a mind of their own. They conveyed Tighnari’s feelings a little too well, with twitches whenever something piqued his curiosity to perking up tall if something spooked him. You found it quite endearing, especially when they almost seemed to move towards your fingers when you tried to touch the fluffiness of them. Although he denied your hands the need to touch, Tighnari secretly craved for your fingers to brush over his ears “accidentally” one day. He wouldn’t just.. allow you to pet them, no, he had to play hard to get. A tease. He’d move his ears in your line of sight on purpose sometimes, just to see if you’d get distracted ( and 9 times out of 10, it worked ).

Today was no different from any other; you spent your time when not patrolling the forest with the other rangers hanging around Collei. She was such a sweet girl and someone you quickly found to be your closest friend. She was smiling when you met her outside of her little home, the rays of sun catching in her hair and making it seem almost an even lighter green than it was. “Are you ready for today?” She said happily, her hands tugging on your shoulder as your face crumpled in confusion. Today? What was going on? Collei caught your expression and gasped rather loudly. “Did Master not tell you?” Tighnari had a tendency to get caught in his work and would forget to pass on messages at times, today being no exception to that. “We’re going out closer to the contaminated zone! Well, as close as my body will allow..” Collei was a strong girl, dealing with her illness and all. “Seems he’s failed to pass on yet another message to me!” You teased, pouting dramatically.

“Quiet, you; you found out eventually, didn’t you?” His face appeared in the corner of your eyes, ears flopping slightly to one side as his head was tilted slightly. Your hands shot outwards, pressing against Tighnari and shoving him just slightly as Collei giggled at the sight of her master and best friend. “Well, yeah, but—“ “So! Today is a day where caution MUST be exercised!” Tighnari marched forward, leaving both you and Collei behind and scrambling slightly to catch up to him.

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After walking for a few hours, the group made it to the edge of the contaminated zone. Collei was slightly winded, and since it was getting rather dark out, Tighnari decided that they should stay in the forest for a night before continuing onwards. “Master, are you sure you wanna take the first watch?” Collei questioned from where she sat next to the tent and supplies Tighnari seemed to produce out fo the nowhere. He looked towards your friend, eyes scanning over her features before answering her. “Yes, Collei. You need to rest; we did walk for a good portion of our trip today.” You agreed with him, moving to sit next to her, arm moving around her shoulder as to support your best friend. “Your rest is most important out of us three. Don’t you wanna be able to explore even more tomorrow if you rest now?” Collei wanted to prove to not only them but to herself that she was much stronger than her illness made her seem. She reluctantly agreed, you moving to stand and help her up into the tent. “Don’t worry, I won’t let anything hurt us tonight, promise” Tighnari nodded as Collei peered towards her master, a weak smile over her lips. “I believe you, Master. Have a good night..” She spoke quietly before shifting into the tent with your help.

After a bit of time helping Collei become more comfortable, you slid out of the tent and your eyes landed on the fox’s back. It was nice out, the sky was clear with stars glittering beautifully against the dark of nightfall. Tighnari looked.. handsome in this moment and you couldn’t stop the flush of your cheeks when he turned slightly to meet your gaze. His ears, oh, his ever teasing ears twitched slightly at the noise of your shoes crunching on the gravel beneath them and his face didn’t change it’s expression of confusion when you sat next to him. “Should you be sleeping too? Night watching only takes one person, yknow.” You leaned back against your hands, legs stretched outwards as Tighnari sat more proper and with his legs crossed. “I’m not tired; plus you seemed lonely out here.” You said, face pointed towards the bits of the sky poking through the trees. Looking at you in this light made Tighnari’s heart pick up in speed. Why? He didn’t understand his body sometimes when you were around; the top of his tail would sway slightly if he caught a glimpse of you coming back from patrols, his ear would twitch slightly at the sound of your voice and his heart wouldn’t stop beating fast if you were close.. just like now. Why must his body react this way? It’s not like he saw you in any different light other than a forest ranger.. right?

“Well, you should rest with Collei; you know how rough the contaminated zone can be.” He was looking in the opposite direction when you looked from the sky to where he sat next to you. You both were close enough to feel his clothing against your leg and the scent of flora would hit your nose as the wind would blow gently. Tighnari wasn’t looking at you, seemingly occupied with something to the left of you both and now would be the perfect time to just.. reach forward and pet his ears.

“You also know that I find it rather hard to sleep in the forest if not in the comfort of Gandharva Ville.” You gave a lame excuse to just be in his presence and you hoped Tighnari didn’t catch it. While he wouldn’t admit that he caught on to the poor acting attempt, he played along with you anyways. “Hmm.. so, you’d rather sit out and stay awake than sleep to make time pass by quicker?” He said while turning his head towards you, his eyes meeting yours as he spoke. Gah, why does he have to look at me like this? Why can’t I control my feelings when he looks at me this way? Your mind was screaming these sentences as you swallowed hard. “I’m just teasing you, relax.” He smiled, then and you couldn’t resist looking away from him, face ablaze with embarrassment.

Suddenly, you felt Tighnari shift slightly, his clothing no longer against your leg but now you felt a gentle presence against your head. “Hey, I was just kidding; look at me.” You turned your head slightly to find Tighnari had moved, sitting directly in front of you now that your legs shifted upwards so you could hold them. His hand was placed on your head, his gentle touch soothing. He took your posture as in he had somehow offended you, when in reality, Tighnari made you nervous. “How about I make it up to you, hm?” His voice was hushed, almost as if he didn’t wanna wake the forest surrounded your little camp. “Make it up to me?” You questioned and he nodded. His ears bounced slightly as he moved forward, even closer to where you sat.

You couldn’t help your cheeks from glowing a bright red at the closeness between the two of you. You’d never really and truly looked at Tighnari this close before and my, oh my, he was a sight for sore eyes. His lashes were slightly longer than average, his eye color a beautiful mix of greens and yellows and his skin was free of blemishes. He was just in awe of you, and the closeness was also affecting him. A light dusting could be seen, if you weren’t close up and caught in his gaze. “I’ll allow you to touch my ears..” He murmured, his ears twitching just slightly as your head moved back slightly to really scan his face. Was he serious? “H-Huh? But, Tigh-“

He takes this time to move his hand from the top of your head, gently taking your wrist and moving your own hand on top of his head. Your hand is rested between both ears, the sides of your hand brushing against the fluffy fur bunched up at the base. No words were shared in this moment; just your eyes moving from his features to gaze upwards to his ears, while your hand slowly moved towards the right one. Your touch was soft, almost afraid of hurting or tickling him as your fingertips slid over the fur and upwards to the tip of his long ears. You took your time admiring them, and Tighnari couldn’t handle the look your eyes held as you looked back down towards him.

They were full of a feeling both of you felt strongly. Love.

While spending a night in the forest, with your best friend sleeping soundly in the tent and with your mentor in front of you, Tighnari took the initiative to lean forward. You could feel his breath fanning over your face as your hand moved to the left ear. It was like he was silently asking for permission for something you both wanted. As your hand moved to lightly scratch the fur at the bottom of the ear, you nodded and he moved in all the way to press his lips to yours. It was like your heart soared when you kissed and now both hands were holding his ears, almost holding him captive. But, Tighnari wouldn’t dare move from his spot in front of you. His tail was wagging violently, swaying side to side as the kiss continued.

A couple more seconds passed before Tighnari was the first to pull away from you. Your hands stilled their movement, now they rested against his shoulders so you could really process what had just happened. The guy you'd be crushing on for so long, who just so happened to be your mentor.. kissed you? And you kissed back? It almost felt like a dream, honestly. "Wow." You blurted out before you were able to stop yourself and Tighnari laughed at this. He found your astonishment endearing and his hand moved to cup the side of your face softly. His thumb caressed your cheekbone before he spoke once more. "I like you. Alot, actually, and sometimes I can't help when my tail wags or my ears twitch when I hear your voice and my body just has a mind of it's own and-" Tighnari was nervous rambling and you smiled at this, cheeks a bright red at his confession.

" I like you too. Alot." You said you stop his rambling and it worked; his mouth stopped moving as his ear twitched at your words. His feelings were reciprocated and this had his tail wagging instantly. "Really?" Tighnari was hopeful; hopeful that you liked him just as much as he liked you, hopeful that he could kiss you again, hopeful for the future these statements hold. You nodded, smile plastered on your pink face. "Yes, Tighnari. I like you too. So much, honestly." Your voice shook slightly out of nerves; you'd never confessed to anyone like this before. While these confessions were happening, the atmosphere around them was changing. There was a chill to the air now and the stars that were twinkling not long ago were now gone and replaced with rain clouds.

Tighnari sensed this when a raindrop fell onto his head, ears twitching as he looked towards the sky. "Rain." Was all he said before urging you to stand with him. " Let's go underneath here, besides the tent." His hand was on the small of your back as he led you to the tree who's leaves could almost be used as an umbrella itself. The rain picked up slightly, a steady stream falling now as they narrowly missed being drenched. You looked towards Tighnari, arms snaking slowly around his waist to pull him into a hug. He seemed to want this as well, arms already moving around you in sync with yours around him. You both felt the warmth you had for eachother and this only left hope for tomorrow morning.

"Tighnari?"

"Yes?"

"Can I pet your ears again?"

#genshin impact #genshin tighnari #hoyoverse #tighnari #tighnari x reader

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candiedspit · 7 months

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Banana Daiquiri

It was summertime; hot tango and swedish malt.

I was twenty five, a lonely space cadet with no return mission. I floated through the mist of pristine, magic light. I wore a cocktail dress to the corner store because I could. Artificial diamonds shuddered on my wrist while a thousand hot words licked the walls of my mind every single second. I was very alive most days.

For work, I took care of Gem, a bright seven year old whose favorite color was a carcinogenic green. The kid was mute. And in lieu of a proper schedule–some of the families I’d worked for before treated their children as hostages to time, every hour had a name–I was given the simple task of entertaining Gem until her parents got home from work.

This meant long walks to the playground, afternoon movies, aquariums, library trips. I liked Gem. Her long sheet of blonde hair which ran down to her stomach and flew in the wind. Her penchant for worms and dirt. I could tell she knew more than I did, picked up on the subtle tones of the universe.

Each morning, I picked her up from her house and we headed out. Out to the avenues. Out to run out fingers along the brisk voltage of morning. Out to the world. It was the third week of June. It had been raining on and off for several days. But at last, the skies were clear and the sun was beautiful, dazzling rays falling to the ground. Gem held my hand.

Gem, it’s a wondrous morning, I said as we walked.

I held her backpack on my shoulder.

It’s the kind of morning you could weep over, I continued.

The kind you dream about when you’ve been inside for too long, marinating in all of your perceived misery piss. The kind you didn’t think you’d ever see again. But here it is.

I love the summers most because every horrible thing you did in the winter is gone. Every tantrum. Every snarl. Every shard of glass. Gone, gone, gone.

Eleven blocks.

We walked until we reached Gem’s favorite park, the one with the long, twisted slide and sprinklers and swings. Gem let go of my hand and ran to the swings. I sat down on a bench and drank from my water bottle. After this, we’d go to get lunch. Strawberry ice cream. Soda, sandwiches sliced down the middle. And then maybe we’d saunter down the boardwalk and play some of the games they have there.

I’ve always gotten along well with kids. I think I understand them. The bossa nova of the world, each little thrill and dissapointment. How you can feel gladness singe your fingertips. How the sun shines for the first time every time.

How confusing the grown ups are.

After work, I usually went to my favorite bar or called the man I’m seeing. Or both at once. It depended on how tired I was, how long the day had been. That evening, I went to the bar. On third street, it was a run-down bar that never had more than twenty occupants. I sat at the bar and ordered my usual; a banana daiquiri. The bartend asked how my day was. I said it was fine and left the conversation at that. I watched the small television above his head. A newscast about the bombings in Turkey and gasoline prices. All things that didn’t touch me. The universe only existed as I could see it. I got one more drink, paid and left.

On my walk back home, the skies were bloodied and vicious and beautiful. Clouds ate at one another like twins in the womb. I was wearing a long blue dress. I felt like taking off my skin. I wanted the wind. I wanted everyone to love me. The buildings seemed enormous, metallic titans left to rot in the ground after some fantastic war. I was living in the land of zero, the peace spread across the land like a woman on a bed.

I got home too soon.

✴

Gem stopped speaking at around three years old.

It was January and outside, snow filled the gaps of the city like glue. It dawned upon her parents as syrup spreads across the table–the silence. No babbles through the hallways. No requests for sippy cup. No mama. When her mother would urge her to speak, she would look into her face with her insect green eyes, and then look away. Gem’s pediatrician said she would grow back into speech. Had something happened?

Nothing happened, her mother said. Nothing has happened.

Gem had always concerned her parents. During holidays–out on the white, dense beach in Spain or with her many spritely cousins at Christmas–Gem preferred to play alone. She could never look at the camera when pictures were taken. And she had this–her parents called it a habit–habit of doing a sort of kangaroo hop when she was excited or nervous or anything at all. Sometimes she wringed her fingers in and out of crooked fists.

But the speaking was different. When Gem’s mother told me, she couldn’t stop herself from getting choked up.

It was like we lost her, she said. Whatever stupid hope I had that she was simply an eccentric kid, that I was the idiot for not understanding the way she saw the world, was killed. And replaced with the fact that we had something on our hands we weren’t prepared for.

When they finally got the diagnosis, Gem was five.

Often in these cases, early intervention was key; but also, girls were typically diagnosed later than boys. It wasn’t anyone’s fault. And what mattered was what her parents were going to do next. Therapists moved in and out of the house like business men on a train. Occupational, speech, physical.

But in the summertime, she didn’t have access to therapists. All she had was me and our little ventures into the world. I hoped I was doing good by Gem. That sunflower kid. That cartoon heart. All I could do was try to guide, be her compass in a dark terrain.

I liked living two lives.

One where I filled in the gaps and another where I fell through them.

✴

Sometimes, I have strange thoughts, I told him.

I was in the bed of the man I loved. And I was sure he loved me too. At least, at that moment. He was five years older than I was. But he was fun to be with. I liked spilling out in the dark with him. I liked his giant hands over mine. I liked surprising him.

What kinda thoughts? He asked.

I know what other people are thinking. I know what everything means. There’s an ultraviolet shimmer to the world and I can see through it, I said.

It’s hard to explain, I continued. Happy neons. Dark, frustrated movements. An elevator dropping to the basement. How do you explain a yard to a kid kept in the attic?

You’re a freak, he laughed and kissed my head.

He didn’t understand.

✴

I sat out on his balcony–he was one of those people who had balconies but never used them–at the end of a gigantic, African cigar; one of his favorite pastimes besides television. And me. It tasted like midnight, a rough kind of bark. Ash. I liked letting the smoke out so that it floated above the city like a warning of sorts. Beware, there are people who say they love you and don’t. Beware, there are peep holes even in Heaven. I was high on a pill he’d slipped into my mouth, something small and pink. In combination with the tar and the night air and the fact that I was naked, I felt like a kerosene bomb. I felt like a laughing serpent. A dirty thrill. I began to speak out loud, beneath my breath so that nobody could hear me.

Not anyone besides you.

There aren’t many people like us, I began. Not everyone can see the mess, the vomit and slashes of graffiti and stray dogs and doom, and smile. Not everyone can see that there are fairgrounds in a warzone. Not everyone can touch the music. Not everyone can hear the light from miles away. But we can, Gem. I think we are gods.

I think we are poets.

#my poetry #fiction

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kitthepurplepotato · 8 months

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Chapter 6: Let’s enjoy the beach, sensei!

Summary: Shouta and you enjoy the beach. Kaminari makes a show, as always. Who invited that kid, anyway? And why is he so funny?!

Warnings: Swear words

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It’s scorching hot on the the beach; Aizawa looks like a frightened animal as you two make your way out into the sun, Aizawa is squirming and stepping back as the first rays hit his face.

“Nope. This is terrible. We shouldn’t be out. It’s dangerous.” Aizawa moans and you can’t help the laugh erupting from your chest, loud and happy as you take his hand to pull him forward.

“It’s late in the afternoon, it’s perfectly safe. Going to the sun also comes with its perks you know.” You wink, but Shouta just looks at you with pure confusion. “Oh my god, you are such a grumpy old man.” You sigh, but your smile doesn’t falter. “Well, we can help each other apply sunscreen for instance… hide under the small parasol together, splash each other in the water until one of us trips and the other catches them…”

“You watch way too many romantic movies, Y/N.” Shouta smiles, but moves forward anyway; you don’t answer just take his hands instead, fingers entwining as you pull him towards the small parasol on the side of the beach. The kids wave at you happily; Eri Chan is buried in the sand, Hitoshi and Kaminari shaping it on top of her; Aizawa stops in his tracks and stares at the two misbehaving boys.

“Are those breasts you are trying to make, Kaminari-kun?” Aizawa starts to reprimand, but you jump into his words before he ruins the fun.

“They look a bit unrealistic, don’t they?” You yell back. Aizawa hides face in his palms out of embarrassment.

“Well, we’ve never seen one in real life, miss!” Kaminari retorts, giggling like a child. Which he is. Technically.

“I can help!” Megumi tries to get a space next to the two boys, but they both have a massive grin on their faces. Oh no…

“Megumi, I love you, but…” Kaminari starts teasing but he can’t finish the sentence.

“If you are about to make a comment about my non-existent boobs, I’ll explode you to the Moon through your asshole.”

Damn. That was a smooth retort.

“Language!” Aizawa yells, but he gets ignored.

“Can you do that? Hypothetically?” Kaminari perks up, not even offended by her threat.

“Hypothetically, she can put her finger in and explode your insides. Your body would fall into pieces before the actual explosion makes it to the sky, so the answer is no, Denki.” Aizawa deadpans and there are actual shivers going down Kaminari’s spine.

“Fear these fingers, blondie.” Megumi winks and Kaminari decides this is a good time for a swim; he runs away like his life depends on it - and it probably is - and Megumi can finally finish the masterpiece on top of Eri who tries her best to not ask why would anyone want to touch someone’s asshole willingly.

“Now that you scared the shit out of that poor boy, can we sit down?” You whisper into the hero’s ears.

“I wanted to do that for so long.” Shouta makes an unattractive, manic grin and makes his way to the parasol happily.

“You are insane.” You mutter under your breath, followed by a small giggle.

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“Can I rub sunscreen on your back, Shouta?” You smile at him, after the kids had calmed down and settled under the other parasol to play a board game.

“I’m wearing a shirt.” Aizawa retorts, but he sighs after seeing the angry pout on your lips. “If you want me to strip, just ask nicely.” He smiles cheekily, slowly taking his unbuttoned shirt off while keeping eye contact the whole time. Your mouth feels really dry suddenly, so you decide to take a few sips of the ice tea you brought out with you before getting to work.

Aizawa’s skin is full of scars, mostly small ones, but there is a massive scar on his elbows; it looks like the skin crumbled on it, pinks and reds swirling together with the healthy skin. You’ve seen this one before but not this close; you take his arm and put it in your lap to take a better look.

“Shigaraki. The first time the League infiltrated UA.” Aizawa says and you have no other questions after that; you look at the scar with a terrified look on your face, thinking back on the media coverage of that certain UA accident. “Don’t think about it. It’s over.” Shouta’s voice is deep and husky as he slowly moves his arms out of your grasp; they end up on your shoulders, right where your kimono started to fall down, but instead of putting it back he lets it fall further down, his fingers trailing over your naked skin. He moves his other hand to your other shoulder to do the same, his eye trailing after the light fabric as it falls into your lap. Your breath hitches from his fleeting touches and from the way his eye darkens as he takes you in; the heat outside is nothing compared to the one under the parasol, it feels like the whole place will set on fire if you two keep this on.

“What are you doing?” You whisper into the space between you, too scared to speak up loudly; you want to run away but you also want to stay and let the whole world burn; Shouta’s touch is addicting and you don’t even care if you get burned anymore.

“Changing the topic to something pleasant… and beautiful.” Aizawa smiles. Your whole body shakes from his lovesick gaze. He moves his hands without breaking the eye contact, searching for the bottle of sunscreen on the towel; when he finds it, he gently asks you to turn over properly which you do right away, and he applies the lotion gently, stopping at your shoulders to give it a good rub and you feel your muscles relax under his palm. After a few minutes, he stops the impromptu massage and you can feel him snuggling closer; Shouta puts his head on your shoulders while his arms snake around your middle, pulling you between his legs from behind.

Your heart has a hard time with the sudden closeness, it writhes in your chest, begging to be released from your rib cage to roam free; Aizawa finds your hands in your lap and brings them up to your belly, his fingers playing with yours as he grumbles into your ears.

“You know what Hitoshi said when I told him I rejected you?”

“What?” You whimper, your voice unsteady. This is such an intimate position and the kids are just a few steps away, you really thought you’ll be the one chasing after the teacher, begging for his attention, but it’s quite the opposite… you didn’t even think about this option to be honest.

“He told me he thought I finally pulled my head out of my ass but apparently I’m still an idiot.”

You can’t help but snort at that.

“That’s really harsh.”

“He was right, though. I didn’t think I can have this anymore, I thought all my chances to have a full family sailed away when I lost my leg and my eye. Scratch that, I was thinking this was even before that. I’m mean, strict and I have no emotions on a normal day and I walk around with a sleeping bag. I’m not the type of guy a person would want to end up with except if they have a messed up head.”

“Are you calling me a lunatic, Mister?” You turn your head towards him, but you didn’t think about the close proximity when you first moved; Shouta is so close you could just kiss him without straining your neck and you feel such an urge to close the distance and leave a tiny peck on his lips…

Looks like Shouta had the same thoughts; he leaves a tiny kiss on your cheeks and one on your brows.

“You wanna have three and a half kids instead of one at the age of 29? Live with a crippled man in a cabin in the woods barely big enough for three? You really are bonkers, as Kaminari would say.” Shouta says with a rueful smile.

“Cementoss can make a few more rooms, I’m sure. And don’t call yourself that. You are perfect. Now let me get you ready, we are going in.”

Okay, this was a pathetic attempt to change the topic and totally not as smooth as Shouta’s was but if you need to sit here for another second, you’ll loose your shit and kiss him senseless right in front of your children.

He smells so nice and his skin is so soft, his hair tickles your cheeks and shoulders as he moves around and it’s just too much for your fragile little heart, it’s too much temptation. Fuck, you want to straddle him so much and kiss him until he understands how much you want him to be yours.

“I’m not going in! No way.”

“I want to cool down and I want to do it with you. So shut up and let me take care of you.”

You make a quick work of coating the pale man in as much sun lotion as humanly possible before you try your best puppy eyes to make him move. He looks at his prosthetic leg and that’s when you realize how rude you’ve been; you two literally just had a conversation about him not feeling comfortable to take it down in front of you so soon, yet here you are, forcing him to do something he doesn’t want to.

“Ahh, never mind. I forgot about your leg. Sorry.” You smile at him awkwardly, strongly thinking about running away. Aizawa only smiles at you and takes your hand to usher you to sit back down.

“Come here, I’ll show you something.” He says, his arm snaking around your waist to pull you closer. “Push that button.” He points at a small, black button on his prosthetic leg. You push the button with shaky hands and something clicks; the main part loosens up and Aizawa pulls it off his leg and puts it on the side. He points at his leg again. “This is a sleeve. It’s basically like a thick sock with a pin on it. Thanks to the modern technology, it’s barely visible. When you pressed the button you released this pin. That’s how you take it off. Now this looks disgusting because it looks like skin, so I’m sorry in advance…” Shouta peels the sleeve off and it does indeed look like he’s peeling his own skin off, but eventually, the thing comes off and you can breathe again. “And that’s my real leg.” Aizawa mutters with a flushed face. You can’t help the guilt gnawing at your insides for forcing him to do this.

“I’m sorry for pushing you, I should have done that. I got carried away and I…”

“… And I want to enjoy the waves with you. I want to see you smile and be your own bubbly self. I want you to see it all, the good and the bad so you can… think about this.”

“You mean, think about us?”

“Yeah.” He sighs.

“You know I’m not going to run away because of this, right?” You look at the hero questioningly; Shouta does his best to avoid eye contact, clearly embarrassed by his stupidity.

“Sorry. I just…”

“You’re just looking an excuse to run away from this, yeah, I’m aware.” You reprimand. “And I’ll be a nice gal and I’ll ignore it for today, but if you do this again, I’ll kick you in the ass. I’m here because I… because I fucking like you and I adore your family. And now, mister, we are going to enjoy the waves. No more sad talk today. Just happy times.” You smile at Shouta happily and he doesn’t have the heart to say no.

You end up dragging him to the sea while he skips on one leg with his arms around your shoulders; you both take a quick look at the kids under the parasol to make sure they are okay and safe, then make your way deeper into the sea. You stop when the highest waves reach your chests; the sea is almost warm and the water feels nice after being under the sun for so long.

“Are you done being negative about everything?” You pout at the hero in front of you.

“For today, yeah.” Shouta answers honestly and you can’t help but sigh.

“That’s not what I wanted to hear, but I’ll take it.” You murmur with a sad look on your face; you can’t help it, it feels like you are doing everything wrong and instead of the butterflies in your belly you feel anxious about making Shouta uncomfortable. “Do you even want me to be here? Or did you just ask me to come because I was pushy about it?”

Apparently, that was the wrong thing to say because his face contorts into a frown right away.

“You can’t be serious.” Shouta deadpans. “I should ask you that, not the other way around. You’ve been pushing yourself the whole time, trying to make us feel comfortable…”

“Yes, I wanted it to be perfect!” You retort angrily. “I wanted you to stop overthinking for a second and just enjoy being here, with your family, with me…” You choke on a sob by the end of your sentence.

“Life is not perfect, Y/N.” Shouta caresses your cheek and the butterflies are back. You look up at your companion with teary eyes, . You didn’t realize how close you two are until now; your noses brush as you look up, and you swear you can feel the electricity cracking around you two.

“But… you are… perfect… to me. Everything about you is perfect when you let yourself loose from all the worry. Your lazy smile when we video call in the morning, your tired eyes when we talk in the afternoon, your messy head right before bedtime… Shouta, I…”

“Stop.” Shouta’s forehead connects with yours. He pulls you closer to him, your bodies slotting perfectly under the water, you can feel his abs tickling your soft skin and the time stops around you two; there’s only Shouta and you in the middle of nowhere, in the tingling water… wait, why is the water tingling?!

“Kaminari just electrocuted the water.” Shouta giggles and indeed, the boy is standing in the water a few feet down from you two, unashamedly staring at you two from the distance. “What are you doing, problem child?” Aizawa yells at the poor kid who looks like he just came out of a daze.

“Sorry, I got too excited to see your first kiss and now I ruined it!” The yellow haired boy yells back, but he doesn’t look sorry at all.

“OMG, DID THEY KISS?!” Megumi barges into the water to hear the boy better.

“No, I ruined it!” Kaminari yells, even though Megumi is right next to him.

“The fuck are you yelling for?!” Megumi covers her ears with a frown on her face.

“Sorry, I got excited.”

“To see your teacher making out with my auntie? Weirdo.”

“Let’s get out of here.” Shouta smiles and he doesn’t need to ask you twice for you to help him out of the deep water.

… Next Chapter!

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Potato ramble.

- Apparently, the way I described the prosthetic leg is legit. I watched a YouTube video about it. The second skin part was my own idea though, because the plasticky sleeve reminded me of fake skin so I decided to change it up a bit and make the sleeve look more “real.”

- Kaminari wouldn’t be able to make the water tingle. Sea water is apparently less conductive than freshwater anyway - If you pump electricity into the ocean or the sea, it will conduct across the ocean similar to the way a wire would carry electrical current. However, the current would diffuse over the entire ocean and would be unnoticeable. He would probably be able to do actual damage with his ultimate power though, but not with a tiny spark.

I copied that from the internet, I’m not some kind of genius, by the way.

- Yes, I have ADHD. Kaminari does too.

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