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Wild west outlaw König.

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Wild West Outlaw König Headcanons

Warnings: Outlaw König, König Kills People, Obsessive König, König (DEEP) in Love, Looting, Kidnapping, Implied Smut, Non-Explicit Descriptions of Smut, Dominant König, Submissive König, Mention of Ghost, Fluff, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Petnames, No Pronouns used for Reader except ‘You.

A/N: Thank you so much for your kind words, my lovely ! Your kind words have touched my heart, and I hope your creative endeavours flourish <3

Man owns a pair of handcuffs and KNOWS how to use them.

Let’s work on the assumption that he kidnapped you.

Perhaps you were already partially romantically involved but your family would never let you marry someone like König, so he stages a robbery and takes you as part of the ransom.

One he has no intention of accepting any payment for because he’s never letting you go.

König’s monstrous proportions make it easy for him to physically overpower aggressors – other bandits, outlaws, authority figures.

However, he does pose something of a hazard to himself because there’s (much) more of him to hit.

Luckily, he’s straight out of a situation the minute it gets sticky – as if he just disappears into thin air.

Just one of the reasons why he’s called the Phantom Outlaw.

Not to be confused with Ghost, who is also an outlaw but never leaves a trace (or a witness), making his reputation far more ghoulish than König’s.

Though, König does excel in the fear factor, his sheer size and notoriety – his trenchcoat and mask the very visage of Death – forcing everyone who sees him to relinquish their goods in exchange for their lives.

Speaking of, König’s ability to swing thousands in cash makes for a happy home life, given how he spends much of his fortune on you.

Clothes, jewels, literature, instruments, automobiles: you name it, you’ve got at least a treasure trove of each.

Even if you try to resist these gifts, König refuses to let up.

“Can’t have my precious little Engel going without, can I ?”

So, in return, you typically handle all the chores, though König insists you don’t have to.

“It’s not like we can hire a maid to do it for us, can we ?” you tell him. “Especially not when there’s a handsome bounty on that even more handsome head of yours.”

Said bounty is what makes it difficult for the two of you to stay in one place for too long.

And whenever you move, you always try to make the house a safe space for König.

Blankets in his favourite chair, his favourite meal on the table for him whenever you know he’s going to have a rough day, a bit of fun before bed, etc.

You can tell whenever he feels really comfortable, because he takes up three quarters of the bed, just sprawled out like a rapidly growing infection.

And you always fit neatly against his side. Or on his chest.

König calls you his “Little bunny” (or “Bun-Bun”) because of how small you look when you’re nuzzled into his chest.

He never takes you, or anything you do, for granted.

You don’t know this (so keep this a secret between you and I) but König watches you when you sleep. More than you’d think.

Truth be told, the outlaw life terrifies him.

Sure, he has the swagger and the notoriety to make off with thousands in gold, jewels, and lavish material items, but, really, his greatest, most prized treasure is you.

There is only one of you. You cannot be bought, or replicated, or found in the wild like an ore of purest diamond.

Simply put, König’s success is entirely down to the fact that he can’t be caught lacking.

If he ever was to, he knows he’d lose you. Whether you’re taken by a stray bullet in a shoot-out or your town’s rangers come to tear you from his cold, lifeless grip, König takes every precaution to circumvent these tragedies by remaining the fastest hand in the west. And the most ruthless.

Even for an outlaw, his kill count is exceedingly high.

And it’s no coincidence that the numbers began to climb after he met you. Fell in love with you.

People who he’s seen giving you lecherous stares, or those he can sense have poor intentions, he’s taken them out the back and absolved the world of their presence.

And, at the end of every excursion, every execution, every haul, the weight of the world falls from König’s shoulders as he comes back to you.

He takes his mask down around you, hangs his hat upon the coat rack. You’re the only person who he shows his face to.

But, whenever you can tell a fragment of the day resides pinned in his mind, shrapnel of his self-inflicted lifestyle, you make sure to service him before bed.

How he likes to be serviced can change on a day-to-day basis. He’s not fussy.

The only thing that changes is whether he wants to be handled by you or if he wants to slam you into the pillows.

Possessive sex <333.

“Tell me you love me,” he rasps into your ear, pinning you to the mattress with his body, making escape an impossibility to you. “Tell me I’m the only one that will ever have you like this,”

As stated previously; he has a pair of handcuffs and knows how to use them.

Or, if they’re too far out of reach and he needs you bound now, he’ll use rope. Or even just his hands.

Eye contact. The whole time.

It’s as if a different person inhabits him when he gets like this; something dark and jagged, no mere demon, possesses his form. And, by extension, yours.

König’s not stopping until you’re full, he’s empty, and he’s confident you’re not leaving the house for the next few days.

But, when König is feeling fragile, he lets you take the lead.

Just lies back while you’re on top of him, calling him your “Good boy”, “my Prince”, “my protector,” – anything that reaffirms that he holds a great deal of importance in your life.

More often than not, he ends up with tears in his eyes.

Nobody has ever been so gentle and loving towards him as you have. And coupled with how you’re taking him slowly, taking the time to make sure you’re hitting all bases and he’s thoroughly loved, sends him over the edge.

Kiss his tears away and his soul leaves his body.

It’s times like these that, more than anything, König wants a simple life. A paroxysmal desire to lead an ordinary existence where the two of you can live together happily, without the threat of being chased out of town every few months.

And, maybe, one day, even have a family together.

Until then, König will continue to dream, to give you a lifestyle of sapphires and gold and every delicacy the human mind can conjure.

And whenever he looks at you before he leaves, he sees his good luck charm, the light at the end of his tunnel. And, most importantly, the embodiment of love itself.

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If I had you II Jamie Tartt

Plot: Jamie Tartt is hard to love. At least he thinks so. Reader thinks it's the easiest thing in the world. Pairing: Jaime Tartt x female reader Warnings: Swearing, mentions of food and alcohol. Notes: This is inspired by the song "a daydream away". It's 5.2k words of pure friends-to-lovers sweetness. Likes, reblogs, comments are all much appreciated. I am German. Sometimes I get the tense wrong or make mistakes. I am useless when it comes to punctuation. Go easy on me, please

Jamie Tartt is hard to love. At least he thinks so. It’s a chore to love him, the real him not the overly confident golden boy he portrays on the pitch. Just look at his track record, that just proves his point. Sure his mom loves him, he never questioned that, but that doesn’t mean it’s easy for her. He’s convinced he’s made her cry more than once with yet another stupid decision. Then there’s his father who loves nothing more than to belittle him and lay out all his flaws for him and the world to see. And if even your own dad doesn’t love you, how can you expect others to.

So maybe that’s the reason he doesn’t let anyone close enough to even begin to love him. Sooner or later they’ll figure out how much of an effort it takes and that he, of all people, truly isn’t worth it.

And maybe, perhaps, that’s also the reason he doesn’t allow himself to explore the feelings he harbors for his best friend. He tried to deny them to himself for so long. Tried to pass it off as pure, unfiltered friendship. That’s bullshit though. He knows the feelings are there and there is no use in denying them. That doesn’t mean he can ever allow himself to act on them though. He’d just fuck it all up, the way he usually does with everything he touches.

The shiny hardwood floor feels cold and smooth as he sits leaning against the kitchen counter, legs stretched out before him. A smile is permanently etched onto his face as (Y/N) talks about something that happened at her work today. He should listen, it’s probably a fun story judging by the way her giggles make her stop talking every few seconds. He should listen but he is so enamored with her that he can not pay attention to anything else. In a perfect world, in a world where loving him was easy, he’d lean over and kiss her. He'd kiss her silly and she’d kiss him back and life would be sweet and it would make sense. In that perfect world, she would love him back the same way he loves her and it would be easy and he’d deserve her.

But that is not the world he’s living in. That is not his reality. Just a beautiful daydream he allows himself to escape to every once in a while. Loving her in a daydream is safe. It’s secret and quiet and there is no hurt there and no rejection.

“Why are you grinning like that, huh Tartt?”

She asks before taking a sip from the beer bottle clasped tightly in her hands. It’s an unusually hot summer’s day. One that makes it impossible to do anything but sit on the floor in as little clothing as possible and drink one cold drink after the other. Even if that means getting a little tipsy on a Tuesday afternoon.

“Nothing. Just happy to have you here. Missed you.”

“We didn’t see each other for a week and you already missed me?”

He misses her the minute she leaves. It’s like his heart isn’t complete if she isn’t there but he can’t really say that can he? Friends don’t tell friends things like that. And a friend is all she is. His best one but still. Telling her any of this could jeopardize their friendship and Jamie doesn’t think he could handle life without her. Not when a week already felt like torture.

“Well yeah, I’m proper shit at cooking. I need you to feed me.”

“Oh, is that so? Thought Mr. Bigshot footballer could get free food at any restaurant he fancies.”

She’s teasing but never mean and never hurtful. That’s something he cherishes so much about their friendship. His feelings, his fears — all of it is safe with her. There is no hurt or pain or fear. Just her and her friendship and warmth. And a pair of open arms ready to catch him whenever he stumbles and falls.

“True. But some fancy place in Mayfair will laugh at me if I ask them to make me dino nuggets, won’t they?”

Her laughter, he decides then, is his favorite sound in the world. It makes everything feel alright even if it’s just for a fleeting moment. He needs to keep his feelings locked up in that beautiful daydream because he can never lose this melody her laughter creates. And anyway, he wouldn’t even know what to do if he ever really had her.

— It’s not like she’d say yes anyway.

“You’re probably right about that,” she says and leans her head against his shoulder. And though it’s muggy and hot and he’s sure he can feel their skin stick together, he doesn’t shake her off. She’s part of his heart already, might as well melt into one completely. “You want me to make you some nuggets?”

“Nah,” Jamie replies and places a soft kiss on the top of her head. Friends kiss friends on the head all the time, everyone knows that. Right? "That's okay. Already had a Kebab with Roy earlier.”

“You guys are becoming friends then? Should I be worried I’m gonna lose my best friend status?”

Jamie lets out some mix between a chuckle and a scoff. As if anyone in all the world could ever replace her. What a ridiculous thought.

“Well he doesn’t make me nuggets, does he? No alphabet soup either. So no. Not yet.”

The little shake of her fist she does in victory makes him grin even bigger. He must look like a damn fool.

“I should probably get going sometime soon, I need to finish up some work and do laundry and do all that boring adult stuff that’s waiting for me at home.”

There are lots of things he should be doing instead of sitting on his kitchen floor on a Tuesday afternoon getting half drunk on cheap beer and half on his overwhelming love for her. He’s sure there are a bunch of texts and emails waiting for him to sort through. Keeley might be popping a blood vessel soon if he doesn’t answer her about that brand requesting to work with him on some ad campaign. And he will get back to her — soon.

Right now it doesn’t matter. Right now all that matters is him and (Y/N) and their little corner of safety and — home.

“But I don’t want to.”

“Yeah, me neither. Just want to sit here with you and — “

“ — hang out?”

“Mh. Hang out.”

That was not what he wanted to say but none of the words ghosting through his head are meant to be spoken out loud. They are his to feel and think and keep hidden and quiet.

“Good, we can hang out a little longer I think.”

And he’ll take what he can get. All the precious minutes she grants him he cherishes.

Right now could last forever and he wouldn’t mind at all.

Not as long as he’s with her.

Some early 00s pop song is blasting from the speakers of the bar. Everyone’s in good spirits and drinks are flowing freely.

(Y/N) is leaning against the bar talking to Colin, laughing about something he said, radiating joy and happiness.

She loves his friends, his boys, his family. Jamie loves that she loves them so dearly, so fiercely as if they are her own family. At this point, they might as well be. She remembers all their birthdays, drops by unannounced with cookies for everybody, cheers them on louder than anybody else. Hell, she even gets Roy to smile and that’s quite something. She’s as much a part of the AFC Richmond family as she is a part of his life.

“Jamie-Jam-Jam what are you sulking over here for,” her voice cuts through the crowd and the music as she slides into the booth next to him. She looks gorgeous in the hazy neon lights. Then again, she always looks gorgeous.

“Not sulking. Just — thinking.”

“About what?”

You. He’d say if he was honest and not such a coward. You and how much I adore you and how hard it is not to tell you any of this and fuck up our friendship.

“Was considering getting me nipples pierced. I’d have to take them out though and I imagine that would be quite annoying.”

“Probably,” she agrees and nods her head before adding “It would look sick though.”

“Right? I reckon it would.”

She laughs at that and once again it shakes his entire world. Like little earthquakes inside his heart.

Her voice is quieter after her laughter subsides, soft and gentle, and with the loud music it feels like her words are only meant for him. “I like this,” she says almost wistfully.

“The song? Who’s that, Rihanna?”

“Not the song, silly boy. This — “ she gestures around the room towards all their friends, dancing and laughing and having the time of their lives. And then she motions to the two of them, secluded and safe inside their own little bubble. “escaping our busy lives for a moment.”

“Lot of journalists would disagree with you there, love. That my life was busy.”

“They don’t know you like I know you.”

There’s a sincerity in her eyes, a warmth, something he can’t quite explain. It’s familiar and foreign all at once.

“No one knows me like you do. You had pity on Jamie Tartt, messy little prick from math class. They just know Jamie Tartt, the footballer from Richmond.Still a prick but now with better hair.”

Before he knows what’s happening, her hands take hold of his face and gently rest against his cheeks, forcing him to look at her. Really look at her.

“I never had pity on you, Jamie. I thought you were funny and exciting and infinitely cool. That’s why I wanted to be your friend. And I was right! About the funny part, not the cool part.”

“Obviously.”

“But I never took pity on you. I don’t think you realize how highly I think of you. Now let me get a sip of that drink.”

He’s still in some sort of haze brought on by her words when a groan coming from her shakes him from his thoughts. Her face is all scrunched up in disgust as she places his glass back on the table. “Ew, what the fuck is that?”

“I’m not sure, honestly. Barkeeper said she’d mix me a Jamie Tartt and I was like fuck yeah, a drink named after me.”

“It’s disgusting. Did you shag and dump her at some point? Like, is she mad at you for some reason?”

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen that woman before in my life … so yeah maybe.”

Shaking her head with a smirk on her face she grabs a hold of his hand and pulls him out of the booth and towards the bar on the other side of the place, the one with the older male bartender with the impressive beard.

“You ever had a thing with him?” she asks as she leans against the counter, trying to get the man’s attention.

“Nah, I’d remember that facial hair.”

From then on the night tastes like tequila and beer and it feels like a warm hug. She doesn’t join in on all his drinks, stops herself after a beer and a shot, but she does join him in all the other shenanigans. Like when they make up ridiculous backstories for strangers and have a laugh about some corporate douchebag trying desperately to get with some woman who clearly has no interest in him.

“Henry from accounting.”

“Nah, that’s Charlie from HR.”

“Well, either way, Maisie from South Shields is not interested.”

He could stay here forever, laugh the night away. Drunk on happiness, on love — and also on quite a lot of booze.

“Come on, Jamie-Jam, “ she says and hands him his jacket. She’s all gentle hands and gentle eyes. “Let me give you a ride home.”

“We’re going home?”

“I think it’s time. Think someone had a little too much.”

“I’m sorry.”

He is but also not. He’s sorry for being a burden — again. He’s not sorry for letting himself enjoy a night of unadulterated happiness with the people that mean the most to him.

“No need to apologize, Jamie. I’m glad you had fun. Now come on, silly boy. I’m tired.”

And when they step out of the place and into the night, all sweaty and hair a mess, he thinks that of all the things his eyes have ever seen, the best by far is her. Then and always.

London passes by in a blur as (Y/N) drives them towards his house. All the bougie buildings and the iron fences and the trees in the parks, it’s all one kaleidoscope of color, a smudge of light and shadows.

It’s not like he can really focus on that though. Partly because all he can think of is her and partly because he’s absolutely wasted. Mostly her though. Definitely mostly her.

“Did you have a good time?” his voice slices through the comfortable silence.

“I always have a good time when I’m with you, silly boy. Did you?”

He rests his cheek against the smooth leather of her car seats and regards her with an infinite sense of wonder and adoration. In any other situation, this position would be deeply uncomfortable but he’s numb to anything but the beating of his heart and the strings that pull him towards his best friend.

“Obviously. Had my best girl with me. “

“Keeley?”

His eyebrows raise in confusion. “Keeley? No you numpty, you!”

“Me?”

“Why would you think I was talking about Keeley?”

He wishes he could see the look on her face. This is not a car conversation.

“Uh, she’s the only real adult relationship you ever had and you had a poster of her on your wall. Makes one think things. In fact, I believe that poster is still up.”

Jamie can’t help but scoff at her words. Not in a dismissive way necessarily but this whole conversation seems so silly to him. Yeah, he loved Keeley in a way and yeah she’s still one of his best friends but never has she come close to (Y/N). Keeley hardly ever got to see the real Jamie, the one that didn’t hide behind this larger-than-life footballer persona. (Y/N) met him before that persona even existed.

“Stop thinking things then. You’re my best girl, always.”

He still can’t see her face since she is looking at the road in front of them, but he can see the smile pulling the corner of her lips upwards, and for the moment that’s good enough for him.

Her car comes to a stop in front of Jamie's house but while he drags himself out of his seat, she stays put.

“What are you doing, love?”

“Dropping you off?”

“Are you not coming inside then?”

“Do you want me to come inside? We spent pretty much all week with each other, I thought you might be sick of me by now.”

A ridiculous thought if he’s ever heard one. He could never get sick of her. They could be glued to each other for the rest of eternity and he wouldn’t mind one bit.

Even in his drunk state of mind though, he realizes that’s not something he can tell her. That crosses out of friend territory. So he just chuckles and rolls his eyes.

“Do I want you to come in? What a dumb question is that? Of course, I do. I have a bag of those disgusting spicy crisps waiting for you in my kitchen.”

“In that case —”

10 minutes later they’re sitting on his couch, her legs across his lap, munching away at those god-awful crisps as some overly dramatic American home renovation show flickers across the TV screen.

In moments like these, love lives here. In these walls and on this couch. And it’s terrifying because thinking about love also makes him think of the possibility of losing it. But every once in a while, Jamie lets himself feel a tiny bit of it. Just enough to keep him going.

“Hey Jamie,” she speaks up, her face only illuminated by the light coming from the TV. She’s wearing his shirt and he wills himself not to focus too hard on that because that will cause images to ghosts through his mind that he can’t allow himself to ever think about. Images that cross every line ever drawn when it comes to friendships.

“Yes, love?”

“You’re my best boy too. Not sure I ever told you.”

He doesn’t answer, not in words at least. But he squeezes her legs as they rest on him, and he hopes she knows. Oh god if only she knew.

Jamie Tartt is hard to love. At least he thinks so. (Y/N) knows he thinks so because he let it slip once or twice when he was drunk and his words were all jumbled and his mind was all hazy.

And every damn time it breaks her fucking heart. Because loving Jamie Tartt is the easiest thing she ever did. It comes as natural as breathing. It feels like a nice ray of summer sun on her skin, sizzling and exciting and warm.

Loving Jamie is a gift.

Now if only there was a way she could make him realize that. But every time he lets himself be even a little vulnerable he is so quick to cover the cracks with stupid jokes or misplaced arrogance before a real conversation can happen.

She needs him to realize it though. To understand that loving him isn’t difficult. Because how can you tell someone you love them and make them understand just how much they mean to you when they deem themself unlovable?

Turning her head to the side she looks at his sleeping face. Somewhere between Fixer Upper and House Hunters, he fell asleep, leaving her alone with her thoughts. He’s snoring something awful but she still thinks he’s adorable. Jamie has a mischievous, lovable quality to him that just makes you open your heart to him whether you want to or not. Yeah, sure, he’s let people down, he’s done shitty things, but he’s trying. He’s learned and he’s changed and the price for being young and stupid and cocky should not be a life spent questioning if you deserve other people’s love.

Jamie Tartt is not hard to love. But loving him and not being able to tell him because he doesn’t love you in quite the same way, that’s just fucking cruel.

The air is loaded with static. Everyone is on the edge of their seat. (Y/N) is huddled in between Rebecca and Keeley, holding their hands and nervously biting at her lip. Emotions are running high as Richmond is playing Manchester. Correction — they’re not only playing them, they are kicking their asses.

It’s 2-0 for Richmond and they’re already 1 minute into the 3 minutes of additional time. If Manchester doesn’t get a miracle, Richmond wins. The thought of that makes a fluttery feeling spread in (Y/N)’s stomach. If this is how she feels, she can only imagine what Jamie must feel like.

1:30

2 minutes

2:30

3 minutes.

“Blow the whistle. Come on. Blow the fucking whistle.”

And as if he heard her pleading, the referee blows the whistle giving Richmond their win.

Laughter and cheers and songs fill the air as every Richmond fan is on their feet celebrating a win they so desperately wanted and that the team fought so hard for.

The win Jamie fought so hard for.

She tries to find him across the pitch but there are too many people, hugging and celebrating, too much noise. She just hopes he knows how proud she is.

And she hopes that somewhere out there his dad is watching. Sees him win, with the team he doesn’t approve of. Watches him succeed and be the man he never was and never will be.

She hopes somewhere deep in the inky black pit that is his heart, he finds a glimmer of pride for his only son, even if it comes entirely belated.

Jamie has won quite a few matches by now and it’s always a great feeling but some wins stand out. This is one of them.

His heart is filled with gratitude and pride, and his entire system is flooded with adrenaline and utter euphoria. He’s positively buzzing as the team gathers in the hallway leading toward the locker room. Some of them have been whisked away to give short post-match interviews — as if there is much to say other than how fucking awesome it feels to win — while the others are waiting for them to come back so they can all meet up at the locker room for some after match briefing.

“Superstar, you did it!”

Her voice carries through the hallway above the rest of all the noise. Like a siren calling out to him, she can’t hear anything but her, it all shifts into the background.

She weaves through the crowd like a fucking goddess in blue. He always thought she looked good in the Richmond colors and seeing her with his name on her back never fails to make his heart shutter with delight. But there’s something about today that makes this even more special.

Maybe it’s the adrenaline of winning. Of making his mom proud and proving his dad wrong. Of proving himself wrong. Maybe it’s seeing her in his kit, with his name and his number smiling that radiant smile of hers. Maybe it’s a combination of all these things. But something makes his brain short-circuit for a moment. Just a fleeting moment but long enough to make him push through the crowd until he’s standing in front of her, matching smiles on their faces. Just long enough for him to softly place one hand on her waist and pull her closer, so unbelievably close. Just long enough to cradle her face in his other hand, gentle and careful, like the most precious thing in the world. Long enough for him to place his lips on hers in a kiss so sweet, so long in the making, it feels surreal. It feels like he’s still stuck in his saccharine daydream.

And then reality snaps back and he pulls away, opening his eyes to a smiling (Y/N) staring back up at him through curious eyes.

“Silly boy, what was that?”

She doesn’t sound upset, in fact, his delusions might even make him think she sounds delighted.

“I — “

“Jamie, locker room. Let’s go, boy!”

Ted’s voice calls out to him all full of glee and jubilation. The guy sounds even more chipper than usual and that says a whole lot.

Pulling away from her feels like having a bubble suddenly popped. Every what-if that has been clouded by post-win euphoria suddenly bears their ugly head again. Sometimes Jamie wishes his thoughts weren’t so fucking loud all the time.

“Go, your coach is asking for you. I’ll see you at the after-party. We’ll talk then, yeah?”

Only they don’t because, for some inexplicable reason, Jamie avoids her like the plague.

Everyone is gathered at the bar for celebratory drinks, it’s a private function, just the team and family and associates. Spirits are high, everyone’s excited. And all things considered this night should be magical. Only it’s not, because once again Jamie refuses to let himself be loved.

Rejection tastes bitter. It’s sharp and metallic. Rejection also tastes quite a lot like tequila.

The salt, the lime, the liquor — it’s supposed to make her feel better. It’s supposed to mend the cracks in her heart, if only for a night.

It doesn’t do any of that, it only makes her fucking sad.

How foolish of her to believe that he’d feel the same, that he’d finally pick up on the hints she’s been dropping for over a decade and reciprocate the feelings. Maybe they never stood a chance anyway. Maybe —

No, actually fuck that.

He can’t do this, it’s unfair. You don’t kiss someone, not like that at least, and then ignore them for the rest of the night. Especially not when that person is your best fucking friend.

Bumping against people left and right, she makes her way across the room to stand next to a smiling Jamie deep in conversation with a pretty girl, who (Y/N) is quite sure is the sister of one of his teammates.

“I need to talk to you.” It’s not a request. Not this time. This conversation has been a long time coming. It’s time, she thinks, to finally be brave. One can only swallow down their feelings and emotions for so long, until they come bubbling to the surface like a fucking volcano rolling over Pompeii. She just hopes that once the dust settles there will be hope instead of death and destruction.

“Uh, kind of in the middle of something here.”

She can’t stand this part of him. This fake, unbothered cool guy who has no empathy for her or anyone other than himself. She hates it mostly because this is not the real Jamie, just some cardboard cutout version of him.

“Too bad, that'll have to wait.”

She doesn’t give him another second to resist or shake her off, just grabs onto his arm and pulls him through the crowd and towards the exit.

The nightly London air feels cold against her skin, making her shiver as goosebumps appear on her arms.

“What the fuck is going on with you?”

“What the fuck is going on with me?”

He can’t be serious.

“Yeah. I had something going there. She was well fit too.”

The urge to smack him across his stupidly handsome face is seriously fighting her desire to kiss him again right about now.

“Good for her but you owe me a conversation.”

“(Y/N), I — “

The way he rolls his eyes so dismissively, so suave and cool, it’s like a dagger straight to the heart.

“No, you know what — fuck you, Jamie. I know you have a hard time letting people in completely, and I get that that’s something you have to work through on your own time but the way you're treating me right now is really shit. You can’t kiss me like that and then run. I’ve been waiting for that fucking kiss for over a decade.”

“What?”

He looks at her with the signature Jamie Tartt look of confusion and innocence. Like a damn puppy or something. And if she wasn’t so annoyed, so hurt, maybe she’d find it endearing.

“I’m in love with you, Jamie. I’ve been in love with you since the day I met you. I’ve been in love with you since I was sat next to you in class and you asked me if Pythagoras was that French guy. I’ve loved you when you were just a chaotic teenager. I’ve loved you when you won your first game and when you lost. I’ve loved you when you signed your first contract and when you made a complete fool of yourself on that ridiculous tv show. And I love you now. So to think you finally picked up on it and reciprocate my feelings was — I was so happy, Jamie. Only for you to completely ignore me for the rest of the night. I don’t deserve that. Not from you of all people. “

“Will you let me talk?”

“No, I’m not done yet.”

“Alright, go on.”

“I love you, Jamie and I know you think I shouldn’t and that you don’t deserve it, but guess what? I don’t care. I love you anyway and I am not asking for permission to love you. That’s not how it works. And I don’t love you despite your flaws, I love them too. Even your stupid 2003 looking haircut and your ridiculous clothes that make you look like a male Bratz doll sometimes. Sorry people in your life made you feel like you had to earn it just because they couldn’t see how phenomenal you are. Just you, Jamie Tartt, messy little prick.”

Silence wraps around them like a thick blanket as a moment passes, then two. Jamie raises his eyebrows in question.

“Can I?”

“Yes, you can!”

“Jesus, alright. Stop yelling at me.”

“Well, I’m upset!”

“And I’m sorry about that. I never meant to upset you. Ever. I just — do you remember that one birthday, I think I turned 12, when me dad showed up and he was just being his usual asshole self and he made me play against him and then yelled at me in front of all the guests when he won? “

She sure does. Even at 12, she wanted to put her tiny little fist straight between Mr. Tartt’s eyebrows. “Yes.”

“You sat with me when I went to my room to escape. Refused to leave my side. Called my dad a wanker and you made me laugh. Then you got me a piece of cake and we ate it on my bed while watching Spongebob.” A smile plays on his lips as he reminisces about that day.

“I was 12 and I didn’t know a lot but I knew that night that I was in love with you and I immediately promised myself I wasn’t gonna do anything about it. Losing you is the scariest thing I can think about and my track record with people is pretty shit, honestly. So yeah I didn’t want to even risk fucking up with you. Rather have you as a friend than not have you at all.”

“So why did you kiss me earlier after all?”

“For one, you looked so fit in blue, with my name on your back. I was full of adrenaline and just so fucking happy. I uh — I think my mind was telling me that it’s finally time to be brave for once.”

Hearing him say it, it’s something she never expected but always hoped for. She’s played this scene out so many times in her dreams and yet she doesn’t know what to say or do now that it is actually happening.

“So what now?”

“Well, if you let me, I was gonna kiss you. Because if you think that other kiss was great, this next one is going to change your life.”

As those words fall from his lips, (Y/N) can’t get close to him quick enough. Pulling him towards her by the front of his shirt. Closer and closer until there is no room left between them and he gently nuzzles his nose against hers.

“Jamie Tartt?”

“Hmm?”

“Change my life!”

Jamie Tartt is hard to love. At least he thought so. And maybe a part of him still does and always will. But kissing (Y/N), his best girl, the fucking love of his life, it feels quite easy to let himself be loved.

Feels as easy as breathing. And for once in his life, the reality is so much sweeter than the daydream.

#jamie tartt x reader #jamie tartt x y/n #jamie tartt x female reader #jamie tartt x f!reader #jamie tartt fanfiction #jamie tartt fanfic #jamie tartt imagine #jamie tartt imagines #jamie tartt oneshot #ted lasso tv show fanfiction #I dont know what else to tag this as my friends ....#inbloomwriting

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memoria-99 · 3 months

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Time limit premise in Ikemen series... and why Vamp is the worst in that sense

Don't misunderstand, I really like Vamp and this has nothing to do with my personal likes.

So the setting of each Ikeseries game from Cybird is like this

Sen: MC who time traveled, 3 month time limit

Rev: MC who went to another world, 1 month limit

Vamp: MC who time traveled, 1 month time limit

Ĺive: MC who was living in that world, no time limit

Gen: MC who was living in that world, no time limit

Pri: MC who was living in that world, 1 month time limit

Vil: MC who was living in that world, 1 month time limit

And among these, the one that this time limit premise is done in the poorest way is Vamp.

This is mostly because MC has only a month(or two, in the later routes but still) and once she leaves she can never come back.

Well, ok you could fall in love in a month, that's acceptable, but giving up your whole life in 21st century for the dude who you've only known for a month? To make matters worse, this MC is good at speaking multiple languages but it's just necessary for everyday life, not like it helps her significantly or makes her a job. The only thing she does in 19th century France is to do chores with Sebastian. I mean, of course that's an important work, yes, but... it has nothing to do with her specialties or dreams or anything. In the worst case scenario if she breaks up with the dude, her choice to be with him leaves her nothing. She just wasted her time doing chores in the random mansion.

At least Sen MC has 3 months, which is absolutely better than one, and she actually has a proper job to do with her specialty in that timeline.

Rev MC is from another world but going back and forth between her world and the guy's isn't very much of a big deal compared to Sen or Vamp. Just wait for a month and she could always go to another world and vice versa.

Live and Gen MCs are in the same world with the guys and don't have any kind of time limit so they have nothing to be bothered.

Pri and Vil MCs have 1 month time limit, but still they're in the same world with the guys so they could always meet even after the deadline, if they really wanted to.

But Vamp MC only has 1 month, and she'll never see the guys again once she leaves that timeline. So she's like "Oh I love him so much, I don't wanna leave him" but 1 month is not enough time to decide whether you could give up all you had including careers, dreams, family and become the housekeeper only for the sake of love.

And this isn't Cybird's game, but Court of Darkness from Voltage has a similar setting, MC going to another world(without the time limit). And at least this MC is an orphan and she mentioned herself that no one will be there for her even if she went back. So it's more acceptable that she chose life in new world, since it's pretty much indicated that she doesn't have much attachment to her previous world.

But Vamp MC? She has family. She has friends. She has job. Why in the world would she abandon all those just for a guy she had just met.

#ikemen series #cybird #cybird ikemen #ikemen vampire #ikevamp #ikemen sengoku #ikemen revolution #ikemen prince #ikemen genjiden #ikemen live #ikemen villains #court of darkness #voltage inc

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pinkslashersimp · 2 years

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yandere nbc hannibal with a very chill fem darling? like he kidnaps her and she’s just like ‘i don’t have to pay rent or work and you’ll feed me and love me unconditionally?? bet sign me up’ lmao i think that would be me. idk just random domestic headcanons would be nice 😩😭

YES YES ABSOLUTELY YES

this would also be me (but with like, much more added fear💀) at least i’d have part of my life sorted

i’ll do a drabble and then put some domestic headcanons down for u💗

TW: Yandere behaviour, toxic relationship, implied kidnapping and false imprisonment, manipulation reader is female

NBC!Hannibal x Accepting Female!Reader💗🌷 (and domestic headcanons)

Domestic headcanons under the cut:)

On the surface, from the minute he took you, it seemed as if you were simply in too much shock to properly respond to what he had just done.

From the lack of fighting, screaming, crying, or begging like he had expected, Hannibal just assumed perhaps your mind had switched itself to survival instinct. To be as kind and patient with him as possible from the fear he may harm or kill you

And Hannibal loves the fact you’re so accepting of the sudden situation, it makes accepting being with him much easier and means he is able to be so much more lenient with restricting your freedom within the house.

He adores how you’ll obey any command without question, sitting when asked to or retreating to another room when he needs you to leave momentarily.

On the surface, it does seem like everything is alright.

But below? He’s concerned for you, quite a bit.

Sure, he presumed you were simply in shock, and it should've worn off the more he slyly therapised you, but each time you became more and more accepting of his i healthy obsession towards you, and his constant affections.

It worried him greatly that perhaps you’d developed stockholm syndrome. He wanted your devoted love, not some sick loyalty.

He was also concerned that perhaps you were trying to earn his trust to run away

So, he brought his concerns up with you one night over dinner, mentioning how ‘well behaved’ you’ve been and how you should think of a ‘reward’

((*hint hint* “please tell me why you’re being so obedient, darling. *hint hint*))

“I don’t want a reward Hanni, I just like living here with you. it’s free and I don’t have to work” you reply nonchalantly, barely lifting your eyes away from the food as you eat

Hes a little insulted that you view him more as a home and money bank, but happy nonetheless that you see him as the sole provider and have to rely on him only for food and shelter

You can tell that you’ve insulted him a little, so that evening whilst he’s reading in his study you come up behind him and wrap your arms around his neck, asking when he’s coming to bed because you can’t sleep without him

(He forgives you forever)

Hey, it’s a win-win.

Most chores in the house have already been completed before you’ve even noticed something needs to be cleaned. Hannibal takes care of it for you, but that doesn’t mean there aren’t little things you can do

Hannibal will not let you cook. no no no. He’s worried his ‘special eating habits’ will undo all the love you have for him and you’ll run away, or worse, cease to love him at all.

He lets you wash the dishes instead, snaking his arms around your waist from behind when you take too long.

Dusting the corners of the bookshelf, only Hannibal persuades you to climb down from the ladder since “it doesn’t need to be dusted”

(Hes actually just scared you’ll fall)

Loves spending his off days with you quietly reading whilst you sit in his lap, one hand on the book and the other running through your hair

When he trusts you enough, he’ll start bringing you out.

Never to his parties, no. Nobody can know you’re with him since your disappearance, but he’ll roam the woods with you or take you somewhere nice and secluded, letting you babble away at whatever current thing you’re interested in

Which, speaking of babbling, he loves hearing you talk. Tell him anything and he’ll listen intently, eyes softening at the sound of your voice

#slasher headcanons #slashers #yandere slashers #hannibal #nbc hannibal #hannibal lecter #hannibal x reader #yandere hannibal #yandere hannibal headcanons #yandere hannibal x reader #yandere hannibal x you #yandere hannibal fic #hannibal x you #hannibal headcanons #hannibal lecter x reader #hannibal fic #hannibal lecter x you #hannibal lecter fic #male yandere

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dreamwritersworld · 1 year

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The chore. Part 2 (Sully family x reader)

this is part two of my first story! :) I decided to add the healing and growing of our character to ease the pain and panic that mayyyy or may not come in the next part 😭. I hope you enjoy it! 💕

Tuk had only just now fallen asleep since it’s been a couple of hours flying. I know that sooner or later she’s going to be hungry so I decided to take a break and go out hunting for our meal. I laid her down safely with my Ikran while I went to go hunt. It had only been an hour since I left so I whistled to see if Tuk was at least up, patiently waiting for a whistle back. She wasn’t thankfully but I was indeed so tired so I just decided to set our meal and future meals for the flight ahead.

I slept longer than expected not as much as Tuk though, I could only hope that the trip wasn’t taking a big hit on her. So I started preparing the meal that I hunted and started a fire, moved Tuk even closer in case she was cold. We ate and got back to flying. A couple of days passed and I can tell as much as Tuk tried to hide it, she was tired of flying and searching for “a place to settle”. She just constantly asked me “are we almost there?” All I had to give her was “We’ll see Tuk-Tuk! Just hold on goofball! :)” I don’t have a plan but I hope she doesn’t notice, she should be at peace and I can’t cause anymore trouble, especially since I’m the reason she wanted to leave the forest.

It wasn’t until a couple of hours I felt tears and a frustrated sob that I noticed Tuk was over hiding how she felt. “Im tired of flying. I want to go home. I want to settle wherever you said home would be. But we can settle another place can’t we? I just want a home.” I couldn’t do anything but hold her while she cried because I knew I had to keep going. I soon realized she was starting to catch a fever, a really bad one so I was in a hurry to find a clan to approach.

Her fever was only getting worse she was hanging on but I didn’t have much time. I feel tears build up, feeling like I let her down until I see huts I think we’re close to something. I hear calls, announcing a newcomers arrival, my arrival. I hold Tuk in my arms crying begging for help. “I do not come to harm anyone Please. Help my sister is sick and it’s only getting worse.” I see the Olo'eyktan and Tsahik coming towards us and I take a kneel to show some sort of my respects since I am holding Tuk in my arms.

“Why do you come here on our island for?” The woman speaks. “I seek a place to call home. A place to settle. I understand I am different but I will adapt. WE will adapt. We will learn your ways but please accept us. My sister is burning up and- please just heal her please.” The two turn to each other and discuss with their eyes as I wait and hold Tuk tight “Sister it hurts, everything hurts”

“I know Tuk, I know it’s ok just hang on” they turn back to me and the Tsahik says “Come with me child.” I follow quickly, hearing the Olo'eyktan urge everyone to return to the normal “Everyone go back to your duties!”

I stand by watching her do her work by the time she’s done Tuk is feelings better but quickly rested. The Olo'eyktan walks in as soon as she is done and she turns to me and says. “My name is Ronal, this is my husband Tonowari. How long have you been out flying?” I look up nervous to speak “M-my name is y/n. Who you just treated is Tuk. We have been flying for a couple of days now.” Silence is between us as she contemplates her next words “You seek a place to settle yes? Well you must learn our ways as you already stated. You must not fall behind.”

“Yes, yes I understand thank you. Thank you truly” She takes a moment to look at my face “Child, what is that scar?” I watch as she touches it. “Oh, it was from a fight I was in. Trust me I don’t do those anymore.” She laughs at how quick I was to cover it up. Then they decided that although we were newcomers, we shouldn’t have our own mauri since we were young. I couldn’t argue this since we are their guest, so they settled us comfortably into a far corner of their Mauri.

Finally a real sleep.

I woke up to a meal being cooked and settled on the table. I had greeted the leaders and introduced myself to their children. The girl, Tyseria lead the conversation asking about Tuk and I’s interests and hobbies and we all seemed to get along until it was time to clean up and I was asked to stay longer while the two siblings did chores. Tuk had walked away into our corner to start beading a bracelet with the new materials Tyseria gave her.

In a gentle voice Tonowari said “We do not mean to bring harm but we must know what went wrong seeing as you are a child taking care of a child. How has it come to this?” I looked down slightly saddened taking in what he said as it was true and seemingly sad. Although I had to be honest and stay true to my word, I told them everything, every detail, every word ever spoken about why I fled the forest.

“Well then y/n…we will take care of you and house you. It seems as though it is in your nature to protect the innocent, you have a strong heart. So I am sorry that on that day, the day you were once again shut out and left to die. No one was there to lift you up into their arms, the way you lifted others like Tuk into yours. No one cared for you the way you should’ve been taken care of then, so allow us to care for you now. It’s time to be at peace Y/n. ” and for the first time ever it was ok to cry, cry tears of happiness and comfort. I was finally going to be at peace.

So that’s what they did. We soon became daughters to them. I grew close with Tyseria, took care of Tuk and surprisingly got along with Aonung even if we seemed to always leave conversations with both of us blushing like crazy. At some point it was hard, to lose old habits. I was so used to being on my own and taking care of Tuk I sometimes lost sight of how others perceive me…just a kid.

*flashback*

I unknowingly over worked myself, fighting to show I can still stay on the island, a war nobody even knew was happening. Once Ronal told me to stop working as my hands were starting to bleed, I accidentally got upset and told her “I can’t stop I need to keep going, stopping means I don’t care anymore.” It wasn’t until then Tonowari and Ronal pulled me aside to talk is when I realized this isn’t like before, I’m not alone.

“All right, your not alone anymore and your not a bad person for leaving. You did not come out of the womb as a frustrated person Y/n. You. Y/n, came out of the womb a beautiful child who unbeknownst to her had a couple of wires crossed. So when you have finally received true love. The love you were always meant to have, it set something off in your brain that wants to deny it and keep fighting. You have been fighting a losing game since the first day you were in your other parents care. So you can sit here and continue looking me in the eye and say as calmly as can be, “I’m fine, it’s not big deal, I’m not thinking about it anymore and I am no longer upset at my past.” That. My child, is the disease of silent frustration. It is deadly. The hardest part about having this disease is that no one in the world can see it besides the ones that hold you close. And that is why we are here to show you we care, we are not leaving, we are not going to ignore your feelings, and we will go through this together. As long as we are here no one can hurt you” *

It was moment like those when I needed someone to pull me out of my old habits, even Tyseria and Aonung did.

*Flashback*

I was looking over Tuk while she slept, it had only been a couple of days since we arrived but I was still pondering over the fact that I could’ve lost her if I had no solution to her fever. “What are youuuu thinkin?” I heard Tyseria giggle and say. I stood quiet considering if I should even say anything with the two siblings in the room but I decided to anyways “I thought Tuk would be the one…finally.” Confusion was written on their faces until Aonung said “the one what y/n?” I looked back down “the one who’s life I didn’t harm.” I immediately feel their hugs as Aonung said “you didn’t do anything wrong y/n, you did the best for her.” *

So yes it was difficult, but I made sure we knew their ways and observed everything to show Tuk to be better. We got many eyes and compliments because we learned at a quicker rate and speed than anyone at the island ever did. I didn’t want to overwork Tuk, I could never do that to her so instead while we were doing extra practice I taught her in games, the same way we did in the forest. It was going good and she maintained a smile until we were entering our home and I mentioned us having to practice breathing techniques. That’s when she got frustrated.

“No Y/n I can’t do it. It’s hurts. I can’t practice breathing. It’s easier for you to do when you already know the ways. This is the only thing I can’t and won’t do.” I sigh contemplating my next words, this is about survival and if I need Tuk to be safe I need her to learn how to breath underwater especially since she is surrounded by it. “Tuk please I know it’s hard and trust me I don’t know the ways fully either but we will learn. Together.” She’s silent considering what I’ve said “You made it so that we don’t have to fly anymore Y/n, so we that we can be together still. We’re safe now.” I glance down and smile “yea I guess we are” we sit for a moment enjoying the view of the beach. “All this. It’s worth it. All those times you would ask me if we’d find a home, all I could ever tell you was “We’ll see” and your face would fall every single time.”

“It’s better than saying yes and lying to me.” Tuk admits. “That’s what I told myself. But you want to know something I didn’t tell you? I never had a plan, I never knew where we were going. I never knew anything. I just fought and fought and fought and hoped you didn’t notice. I hoped we’d find something before you did. Did I do a good job?” My voice cracks as I start to tear up hoping I didn’t ruin her. “Of course you did sister! Are you crazy?!” I laugh and continue “When I was about to leave and you swore that you didn’t want to stay. Tuk, I fully believe if you hadn’t come I’d probably be lost. I was right to hear you out back in the forest, you made a request and I just had to trust myself and you to make the hard call. To take you with me. How did I get so lucky?” Tuk smiles and says “You made it so we can so thank you. For everything” I take a moment to stare at her and hold in the morning before saying “your welcome, for everything.”

We clean up the Mauri for awhile and continues the night like normal instead this time I felt a small hand reach out to me. “Can I..? Could I maybe sleep with you tonight.” Something we hadn’t done it in what feels like years. “You know like I did when I was little.” I agreed inviting her in. “Yea I-I’m not scared, just tired.” I smiled at her trying to reassure me while she hugs me in silence “….Tuk you’re still little” I hear her laugh and sigh “yea I know” and we drifted off into sleep.

Hope you enjoyed my loves :)!!! 💕

#avatar 2 #neytiri sully #jake sully #jake sully x reader #sully family x reader #neteyam x reader #loak x reader #avatar the way of water #angst

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nomi-c · 11 months

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Drawn to you

{Bang Chan x Reader}

Wordcount: 3,5k

Genre: Best friend to lover, Smut, Pet names (sweetheart, babygirl, baby), cursing (fuck) dominant Chan, oral male receiving, unprotected intercourse (but on the pill!), fingering, trainee chan

A/n: as always with my ff's this ff isn't meant to represent the artist in any way or form.

-Minors don't read-

Ever since highschool Chan and you were best friends, you fell for him the moment your friend introduced him to you but you never acted upon them. Instead you watched him fall in love, and helped him through his first break up, and as time passed you saw him fall in love again, and eventually you saw him break up again.

You always were his first supporter, and his shoulder to cry on. Years and years have passed, but you? You stayed the same.

Sure you dated here and there, but it never lasted. Something always felt off and you didn't stick around long enough to find out what it was.

So right after college you and Chan decided to move together, since both of you couldn't afford the apartments on the market by yourself and you didn't mind each others company in the least.

And to say the least, it all worked well.

Both of you would split the bills and the chores and you also did movie evenings every other Saturday if your schedules allowed it.

You wished you would've done a move on him when you first met, but truth to be said you were just too scared to do so. The many bad encounters you had left ugly scars on your body just as much as on your trust towards people.

With a sigh you try to put an end to your spiraling thoughts about chan. You close your phone and place it on the nightstand before you get out of your bed. Watching the latest tiktok trends doesn't help you with the Intruiging couple trends that keep on showing on your feed.

Once up, you put on a oversized hoddie over your tanktop and dress in a random pair of sweatpants to do the chores. Since today (if you could already count it as that- seeing as it only was shortly past midnight) it's the fresh start of a new week, meaning it's your cleaning week.

Mentally checking the list you and Chan made years ago, and that you memorised and knew by heart, you knew the first point too well... cleaning the bathroom.

Both of you liked that point the least but it had to be done anyways, and this week it was on you again to keep the bathroom clean.

After leaving your room, you put your headphones in and head to the storage chamber to get the cleaning stuff you'd need.

Better get the least favorite chore done first, you think to yourself while loading your hands and hoodie pocket with cleaning supplies.

Everything around the apartment is dark, as expected at this time. Which surely is completely normal for the most people you knew... but definetly not for Chan.

Your brows furrow in confusion when you see no beam of light coming out of his room. Usually at this time he is still awake producing music for his group's debute soon, or he is with Minho and Hyunjin on parties like the famous club in town where he always wants you to accompany him to.

Shaking your head slightly you rule out the second thought right away. He would've told you if he left the house just like he always does. You think to yourself as you walk into the bathroom quietly.

Chan always used to be famous among girls, and admired and looked up to by boys up until now, and honestly? You could more than understand why.

All it took was one look of him, and one dimpled smile of him to make all the girls swoon, though he never was a player and took great care in making that clear in the thoughtful way of his. He just was a naturally flirty guy which many girls often misunderstood.

And when it came to Boys he was always a strong shoulder to lean on as well as a protector and through and through the most loyal friend to count on.

He often takes the responsibilities and matters in his hand which naturally made him the leader of basically everyone around him.

Knowing all of that, it didn't surprise you when weeks ago he happily told you that he got the position as leader of his upcoming group where Hyunjin and Minho were also a part of.

After switching on the Light you get to work fully focusing on scrubbing the floor first, before you would move to the toilet and while the toilet soaks the shower and for the very last you plan to scrub the sink. As always the music got the best of you, and soon enough you started humming and dancing to the songs.

You almost finished cleaning the floor when unexpectedly a pair of arms sneaks their way around your waist and pulls you back softly.

You try to surpress a scream as you instinctively drop the mop. Just when you're sure you calmed down enough to speak, you rip your headphones out. "God Chan you scared me to death!" You say with a annoyed grimace and a slightly shaky voice, while holding your hand to your still fast beating and aching heart.

When you look up your heartrate picks up again, but this time for a whole different reason. Your eyes connect with Chan's in the big mirror across from you, and you see his wet hair drip on your bare shoulder from where it runs down your arm slowly as he leans his head down to rest it on your shoulder.

You try to ignore the dimpled smirk he gifts you with as your eyes fall on his muscular and veiny arms that are still draped around your stomach.

You also don't fail to notice that he's not wearing a shirt as well, which for him is pretty usual except the fact that he never hugged you wet and shirtless before.

A bunch of butterflies starts roaming in your stomach at the sudden proximity of you and him and his natural body scent that you swooned over one too many times over the years.

You knew Chan could pull girls left and right without even having to try, but you never noticed just how effortlessly hot he was without even trying.

Maybe it's the fact that he's shirtless. You think to yourself, but know damn well that you saw him like that countless times before.

Your thoughts took you back to your expedition to tiktok and the new trend you saw called the Kabedon challenge. After all he's the only guy you would want to try any if those couple challenges.

What if I ask-

You mentally slap yourself for even taking this into account, as you try to regain composure which considering the fact that he is basically flush against your back, half naked and drenched in water, it's safe to say its damn near impossible.

You feel your cheeks heat up at your highly inappropriate thoughts towards him, and the euphoria you get from his slightly tighter grip around your waist.

"Why are you cleaning at this hour, sweetheart? shouldn't you be in bed already?" He asks you with a soft voice and a dimpled smile, as his thumb mindlessly starts drawing slight circles just above your belly botton.

Heat pits in your lower regions accompanied with a stong pull that causes you to press your legs together to ease some of the pressure that's building up in awful speed.

Embarrassment creeps up Inside of you at how heavily you respond to every touch and undefinable glance at you right now. You could blame it on the music, because you never listened to innocent songs, but you had to admit the songs only slightly ramped up all the emotions you've been carefully hiding away for years.

Shaking your head slowly to regain some of your senses back, you try to answer Chan's question, that damn near slipped from your mind.

"I wanted to clear my mind. Why are you here at this time? Shouldn't you make music or be out with minho and hyunjin?" You ask him quickly while trying seem calm and collected which you're pretty sure you failed miserably.

His soft Chuckle makes you turn around towards him, and you can't help but gasp as you take in all the godly glory in front of you.

"I just got out of the shower, i think you-" You hear him talk, but you can't be bothered to listen as your eyes slowly scan Chan from his dripping wet hair, over his beautiful and defined face, to his plump lips, and finally all the way down his neck where the remains of water rolled down his well defined abs.

Almost hypnotised, you follow the little glistening droplets making their way down his v line, where they get absorbed by his low hanging black sweat pants and boxershorts.

Only when you hear him slightlyclear his throat, you realise where exactly you're been staring at. Your eyes snap back up to his instantly, where you meet his deep brown eyes.

Embarrassed from being caught staring at your Best friend's body like he's a 5 star michelin dish, you quickly turn your back on him and swipe stray strands of hair out of your heated face.

While trying to avoid looking at him again, you bend down to quickly pick up the mop and get back to work. "You know, I thought I was by myself because there was no light from your room..." you begin to say but trailoff when you sense him right behind you.

When you dare to look at him again over the big mirror, you see his eyes trail over your face and neck slowly but intensely, as he turns you back around by your shoulders softly.

Your heart starts racing in your chest when his eyes land on your trembling lips.

The same lips that to your demise always began trembling when you got really nervous. And you knew in the way Chan's eyes visibly darkened, that he knew that too.

Seconds passed while you just stood there unable to move while Chan musters your face closely.

The temptation almost eats you alive to just close the small distance and risk it all. You always had little flirts here and there but it never got this far between you. You could swear by the intensity of his stare that he could actually hear your hammering heart.

And when he actually starts to lean in slowly, with his eyes trailing from your lips to your eyes and back, your brain malfunctions. "Can you pin me up against the wall?" You blurt out loudly.

Instant embarrassment hits you when you realise your words. You could've said anything else but this??

You try to hide your face behind your hands, but Chan is faster. Holding you by the wrists he pulls you close to his chest.

When you dare to look up at him still ashamed, you see a dominance and fire in his eyes that you never saw on him before "Say please." He demands with a dark and raspy voice.

Your eyes go big and you start to back up instinctively with a heart rate going surely over 100mph. You felt like the peaceful deer in the beginning of twilight that got caught by Edward and surely became his snack.

And before you fully realise what just happened, you find yourself trapped in-between Chan and the sink. For one split second you wonder if this all is a way too realistic dream, and you would wake up all too frustrated.

You take a quick flat breath when you quickly try to correct your slip up. "Chan, i didn't mean-"

Your words get stuck in your throat when he puts a finger over your lips to shush you. Your hands instinctively take a hold on his hot and damp chest to support your weak legs. "Don't tempt me sweetheart, I might actually take the offer." His voice suddenly dropping an octave.

"I-" You gulp hard in an attempt to ease the knot in your throat. Your mouth seeming dryer than the Sahara when you lick over your lips in an attempt to calm yourself down.

Chan's hot gaze tracks every slight movement of your tongue with sharp intensity before he leans close to you. "Perfection." Hearing his smoky voice right next to your ear causes your emotions to get the best of you as your knees start trembling with anticipation.

Taking a deep breath you back up enough to look into his eyes. "Please." Your voice almost sounds like a whine, which you knew would haunt you for months later on.

Chan's muscles flex for a second. "You drive me insane babygirl." He growls in your ear.

Your head falls back at the vibration of his voice on your neck. "Please pin me up against the wall Chan." You begg as the new nickname hits you like a truck.

A heartbeat later chans hands grip your waist tightly as he spins both of you around. His Hand wanders to the back of your head to soften the impact when he presses you up against the wall.

His eyes bore into yours when he pins your hands over your head single handedly, and his left leg finds its way in-between your legs.

His hot breath fans your neck softly, as his soft lips stroke over your soft spot in a feathery soft way. "Tell me to stop before I completely lose it baby." He mumbles in shallow breaths while his left hand makes its way to the hem of your top, his fingertips softly grazing the soft skin on your stomach.

Your eyes close shut at the sensation. You had boyfriends before but gosh none of them could make you feel like this, no one could compare to him. Deep down you always knew it, right from the second your eyes met. Hell you already were drenched and close to the edge and he hasn't even really done anything yet.

Taking together all courage you have in you, you open your eyes with a clarity you never felt before. Your lips find his in a tender kiss as you roll your hips against chan. A breathy gasp leaves your lips and your head falls back when you feel his big and rock hard erection pressed up against your stomach.

Both of you shudder equally at the sensation, and with a blast you see his selfcontrol evaporate. Pulling you close by your neck, his lips crash on yours in an all consuming kiss.

Your tongues instantly fight for dominace in a battle you were bound to lose and soon enough, he releases your wrists. Your hands instantly find their way into his damp hair pulling him impossibly closer to you while his hands grip you by the hips to lift you off the ground. "God you have no idea how long I imagined this to become reality." He tells you between pants.

You can't help but moan his name as you tug his hair hard, his words and the way he kisses are taking you high above the clouds and hit you like a train at the same time. "Please don't stop." You whine between kissing breaks.

"Wouldn't dream of it baby." He mumbles in your neck before taking off your hoodie, leaving you in your white tanktop with nothing underneath.

When chans heated gaze falls on your clothed breasts you feel his Dick twich on your still covered core. His breathing quickens and a strangled "fuck" leaves his lips.

Your nipples already start to hurt from being neglected which he to gladly takes care of when he pinches your nob softly though your top.

You almost scream in extasy while your back arches and your hands dig in his broad back. "Chan plase, i need you." you whine while your hands greedily travel down his defined abs trying to reach what you desire the most. With another growl he lifts you from the wall and walks both of you both to the shower in quick steps.

Without breaking the kiss, he turns on the water before he yet again presses you against the wall. When he sets you back down to the floor his right hand grabs your neck to pull you closer to him. Your hand however has a mind of its own.

Sliding your small hands into his pants, you wrap your hand around his pulsating erraction and start stroking down his length to the very tip where your thumb circles the tip and swipes away his precum.

His head falls back as a broken moan leaves his lips. "Fuck Y/n." Your core contracts painfully by the heavenly sounds he makes when you additionaly start to kiss and lick down his defined abs making your way down to your knees.

Once down, you look back up at him with big and innocent eyes that doesn't match the evil smirk that decorates your lips.

Another growl leaves his lips at your sight. All wet and your tits on display beneath the white tanktop. He leans against the wall to cover you from the stream of the rain shower you both insisted on getting when you moved in.

Still smirking, you pull down his sweats and boxers in a swift motion, enjoying the view of his big erection springing free before your eyes.

You don't waste a second and slide your tongue along his shaft and peck his tip before you lick your lips to get a tiny taste of him already. A needy moan leaves his plump lips along with a incomprehensive needy mumble.

You feel his leg muscles flex under hands when you wrap your lips around him and start bobbing your head in a slow pace, while closely observing his facial expressions.

Chan shudders notably, a loud moan leaving his lips. With another painful tug in your core you add your hand to cover all of him where your mouth doesn't reach just yet.

His right hand that doesn't support him reaches down to your head where he softly caresses you.

Looking up at him once again, you take all of him in and hardly suppress a gag. He moans your name loudly as his hand starts to fist your hair harshly, as his hips start to rock instinctively towards your mouth.

Your watering eyes connect as you pick up speed and ignore the barely hidden moans and gags your neighbors would surely hear.

Your hand travels down to your pants, which you pull down quickly and insert a finger soon enougn a second one in yourself to ease your heavy want to feel him deep inside of you. Matching chans pace you pump your fingers at a fast pace while each moan of you makes him curse throaty in-between moans. The drizzling water from the shower and worries about your neighbours being long ago forgotten and overpowered by each of his moans and thrusts of his hips.

You feel your climax building up strong and rapidly when he twiches inside your mouth indicating that he's close, and right before both of you fall apart, Chan pulls out and pulls you back up heavily panting. Your forheads connect as the warm water starts to drizzle on your overheated body once again. "I want to burry myself deep inside of you and fuck you senseless baby" nodding, a whine leaves your lips when you mouth a incomprehensible answer.

Heavily panting chan leans forward and kisses you passionately before he pulls back. "are you on the pill?" He asks you as his lips kiss down your body and his hands pull your tanktop down just enough for him to take one of your nipples in his mouth and start softly sucking on while his other hand massaged the other.

Your back arches as your hands grip chans hair tightly, once again feeling on the edge.

Collecting your last braincells, you answer his question. "I was about to stop taking them.... but wanted to end the package first-" Chans doesn't wait for your full answer when his lips crash back on yours as he rips your shirt off of you in a flowing motion before he tosses it somehere around you.

You feel him smirk against your lips. "Good girl"

Without warning he lifts you up again and slides into you, streching you out to the limit. Both if you moan at the incredible feel of it.

He kisses you fiercely as his hand flicks and squeezes your aching nipple. He holds still inside of you and only when you nod against his neck he starts starts to move.

Your eyes roll back by the exquisite stretch with each strong stroke of him. Your mind goes more blank with every hard thrust, each kiss, and each rough moan that leaves his soft lips.

Your mouth hangs open and mumbles his name in-between your loud moans. Chans lips travel to your neck where he kisses and sucks on your sensitive spot causing you to yelp as your core contracts against his length. "Chan....Close..." you pant as your whole body starts to shake for the second time and you start seeing starts.

Chan grabs your wrists again and pins them above your head, his hips shuddering slightly. "Did you want to get pinned against the wall like this?"He asks you with yet another strong thrust of his hips and squeez of your breast.

You whimper nodding your head heavily. His lips catch yours fiercely once again as he pulls on your bottom lip with a slight tug. "With me being inside of you, fucking you senseless and claiming each and every piece of your beautiful body as mine?" A particularly loud moan leaves your lips at balls deep thrust that emphasised word mine. "Y-yes."

Chan picks up even more speed kissing you all over your face and neck as he pulls your left leg up further to reach you deeper and thats when you fall apart, his lips land on yours in heartbeat to catch your scream of relieve as the tidal wave hits you hard. With every kiss and every thrust, and roll of his hips you whisper his name against his burning skin and shortly after you he reaches his high too while calling out your name.

Between small kisses and each moan of your name you both come down from your high. You don't know how much time has passed with both of you kissing each other and you still being burried deep inside of him, before he slowly slides out of you with a shaky breath.

Your eyebrow rises when you feel him getting hard against your stomach once again. After lifting up your eyes again you see him smirk before his face gets serious, and he gives you a kiss on your forhead, His hand caressing your cheek softly. "I like you Y/n." He tells you in a gentle voice, as he turns back into the sweet, loving and caring boy you knew.

A big mile spreads on your lips when you begin to speak. "I like you too Chan, ever since the moment I met you."

Chans eyes widen in surprise before he breaks out into the widest smile you ever saw on him.

His lips connect with yours in a gentle and loving kiss as he carefully carries you out of the bathroom. You give him a questioning look as he guides you to his room.

Chan laughs softly, as he opens the door skillfully with one elbow. "I fucked you as your best friend, its only fair that I love you as your boyfriend now."

You Kiss him softly and smile against his lips. "Boyfriend" you repeat in a dreamy voice.

Your gasp in surprise when Chan lays you down on his bed softly. The dim Red led lights hugging his delicately sexy frame in all the right ways when he leans above you. "Chan- we drench the bed...."

Chan kisses you slowly as his hand draws soft circles on your stomach once again. "Doesn't matter baby, we have you bed and the couch as well, which I'm sure we will definitely make good use of too later."

Authors note: I tried to proof read the ff for any mistakes, but maybe I didn't catch all mistakes.😅 But I still hope I did a good job with this ff that spontaneously roamed my mind. (After stumbling on that pin me against the wall part from one of his lives) 😂

#kpop #stray kids smut #stray kids #kpop ff #bang chan #lee know #lee felix #changbin #i.n skz #seungmin #hwang hyunjin #bang chan x reader #skz imagines #skz #skz smut

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lizz-crimson · 4 months

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So No Head? (Shinnok's Head X Reader Part 3)

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Summary: Shinnok spirals as he realizes he actually does things for you, even when you don't ask.

Tags/Warnings: Cursing, knife wound, Deliberate decapitation, Shinnok spiraling, Netflix, grocery shopping, Two Johnny Cages oh god, goofiness, Shinnok eats a lot, gender neutral pronouns (please let me know if there's any mistakes!)

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It was an odd thing. To see a once powerful Elder God scarf down so much food. Apparently, losing a chunk of his power had made Shinnok's apatite skyrocket. As he savored every bite of cheap, frozen eggrolls, you hoped he didn't mind they'd come from the main back of your freezer. He'd eaten you out of house and home, and it had only been a couple days since he regained his body.

As you finished up your own meal, you asked," You get enough to eat?"

Shinnok, with a mouth full of eggroll, nodded. You nodded in turn, sitting back in your chair with a sigh. Your fridge was empty, as were your cabinets. All except for a small container of cinnamon, which Shinnok practically hissed at once he tried some.

Besides the food, Shinnok had behaved okay. He slept on the couch, quite a bit more entertained now that he could scroll through Netflix himself. You two argued over what to watch now and again, but you both ultimately settled on animal documentaries each time. It was hard to find the fallen Elder God intimidating when he was so enthralled in lion pride dynamics.

"Y/n, what are you making for dinner?" Shinnok asked.

You huffed, sitting up. Shinnok's bottomless stomach was slowly killing you. And considering he ate a whole cake, it was probably doing the same to him.

"Water soup," you replied curtly. Shinnok raised a finger, about to ask, but you cut him off with your hand. "You've eaten everything. There is no more food."

"Lies. I know you must have something."

"I don't."

"Then what will I eat?"

"We. And nothing." You push yourself up and out of your chair and start doing the dishes, taking Shinnok's empty plate. Shinnok sputtered as if your lack of food was a malicious joke. You again raise your hand, splashing him with a bit of soapy water. "There is no more food. I'll buy more tomorrow."

Shinnok groaned. He used to be all powerful, feared, and worshiped. Now he had to conform to a mortal's schedule. "Fine, I will accompany you," he huffed. If he was made to wait for his meals, then he'd at least get to pick what he wanted.

"Yeah, that's a hard no," you said.

"What? Why?" Shinnok asked, his voice daring to grow angry when he looked like a hellish priest.

"No offense, Shinnok, but not even Wal-Mart would let you inside the building," you replied, now drying the dishes. "I'll go by myself. I'm sure I'll be back with something you'll like." He'd eaten everything else; no doubt he'd eat whatever she'd bring home.

Shinnok pushed himself up from his chair, his hands going behind his back. "Bah.." he grunted, then sat on the couch. You rolled your eyes and started putting the dishes away. He was a whiny sonofabitch. Still, you two tolerated each other.

Shinnok wasn't accustomed to all this, and even with his body back, he couldn't help but feel frustrated. Damned Quan-Chi for taking his throne like that. He ought to just kill him himself. Even so, as he looked your way, he stared. You'd become so… normal to him. Even though you went against literally everything he originally stood for. He didn't mind waking up to the loud music you played while you took your morning shower. He didn't mind watching the apartment while you were at work. He didn't mind 'earning his keep' by doing chores. He'd become some kind of well-treated servant. Some butler. Some… what was that one anime called?

He quickly scrolled through the shows he'd watched on Netflix, and the anime he was thinking of came into view. Ah, yes, househusband; that was the word.

As the anime played automatically, Shinnok's brain seemed to let the word sink in. Particularly the husband bit. He glued his gaze to the TV, praying to himself that the warmth on his face was from embarrassment and nothing more. Maybe talking to you had damaged his brain, as he thought would happen originally.

Suddenly, your body landed beside his. "Is that 'The Way of The Househusband?' Move it; I wanna watch!" you said, nudging Shinnok aside with your hip. The fallen Elder God sputtered and nearly jumped to the opposite end of the couch.

"Don't just-!" He was cut off by a Coke being shoved into his hands.

"Found one for you," you said, your eyes on the TV.

Shinnok's nose curled. He snapped his head back to the TV, about to open the can, but paused.

"You didn't shake this, did you?" he asked.

"I might have."

The next morning, you were at the grocery store as promised, list in hand and mailbag on your shoulder. You'd started using it as a plain old purse after Shinnok got his body back. Since he was no longer a head, you figured it could be of better use that way.

Which is probably why you didn't notice the familiar weight in the bag.

"[Y/n], are we at the store yet?"

"Oh my god!" you yelped. You frantically open the bag and see Shinnok's re-decapitated head looking back at you. "I-what-are you serious?!"

"Shhh!" Shinnok shushed you. "Someone could hear!"

You were appalled. Quickly, you covered Shinnok up and dashed into the bathrooms. You're quick to lock a toilet stall behind you.

"What the fuck?" you ask, pulling Shinnok out of your bag. He looked just like he did before he got his body back.

"What?" Shinnok asked, not understanding your confusion.

"Where's your body?" you asked through gritted teeth, prying anybody else in the bathroom just thought you were high or something.

"Back at the apartment," he replied similarly.

"What the fuck do you mean 'back at the apartment'?" you laugh out of shock.

Meanwhile, a beheaded Shinnok lay limp on your couch, covered completely by a blanket. You just thought he'd been sleeping..

Shuttering at the thought, you placed Shinnok back in your bag.

"Let's just… Lets just get this over with…"

During your shopping, Shinnok bombarded you with many questions about all the different foodstuffs he spotted while peeking out of the mailbag. Luckily, it was early, so there weren't many people in the store yet. You tried to make the shopping trip go by as quickly as possible, and any time you spoke to Shinnok, you put your finger to your ear as if speaking via Bluetooth call.

You groaned as you looked at the prices of all the fresh produce. Prices had gone up lately, and you had no interest in paying five dollars for a head of lettuce. You pushed your cart on by.

"I thought vegetables were important for you humans?" Shinnok said, raising a brow.

"They are, but the price is awful, so we'll wait for a sale," you said. "I oughta just grow my own at this point."

"Why don't you?"

You sigh. "We don't live in the countryside, Shinnok. Don't you know how much space you need to make a garden?"

"Then move there?"

You caught the attention of a few staff members of the store when you straight-up belly laughed. You were quick to shut up and push your cart along. You lowered your head, whispering.

"Believe me, if I had the option to, I'd be deep in the Appalachian Mountains by now. I'd rather deal with cryptids than New York as a whole."

You spent the rest of the shopping trip explaining what cryptids were to Shinnok.

Later, you're carrying two mountains of groceries to your apartment door. When you finally unlock the door and push it open with your forehead, you were frozen in place as Shinnok's body hung limply off the couch. The blanket that had been concealing him had fallen to the floor. You close the door behind you quickly, making sure nobody sees. You fling your bag onto the couch, with Shinnok groaning in displeasure as he rolls out.

"I assume you can attach yourself back, right?" you asked, hands on your hips.

"Yes, yes.." Shinnok rolled his eyes. "Come. I'll need your aid."

You nodded and picked Shinnok's head up. "Now what?"

"Just hover my head over the stump of my body, and I'll reattach," he instructed.

Lowering yourself to your knees, you set Shinnok's body up a bit, then hover his head over the stump of his neck. At least he hadn't bled all over your floor..

A red glow appeared between Shinnok's two body parts and began to swirl around, engulfing both his head and his neck stump. You closed your eyes when the light blinded you. When it died down,… Well, when it died down, you were still holding Shinnok's face, attached to his body once more.

The two of you kind of just.. looked at each other for a bit. Shinnok, feeling a rather uncomfortable sensation in his chest, broke the silence when he couldn't take it anymore.

"You can let go now."

"Right, sorry!" You snatched your hands away. Shinnok stands along with you. Both of you kept your heads turned away, as you do. Luckily, your gaze fell to the mountains of groceries, and you used that to transition away from this awkward situation. "Come on, let's put these away," you said.

Shinnok grunted curtly and began helping you put all the food away.

Shinnok couldn't help but look back at you, sneaking glances. You had been good to him. Something he didn't deserve in the slightest. And as he put the spices in the order you told him to, arranged the frozen foods in the freezer, and helped you cut up pork for dinner,… he couldn't help but feel like he wasn't doing enough.

He hated that feeling. Why? Why did he want to do something for you, his jailer? Why had he still been teaching you dark magic? Why had he not returned to the Neatherrealm and overthrown Quan Chi? Why did he want to sit next to you on the couch? Why does his fucking chest hurt?

"OW!"

"Shinnok?" Your head snapped in his direction. He'd been cleaning the dishes. It was odd, as you hadn't even asked that time. The bit of blood on his palm and the kitchen knife on the floor alerted you, and you went over to him.

"I'm fine," Shinnok said. He was about to put his hand away, but your own hand took it before he could. He froze.

"Always do knives by themselves when doing dishes, okay?" you said, taking a mini-med kit from the counter and dressing his wound.

There it was—that sensation in his chest again. You bandaged his hand so skillfully. You'd done this before, clearly. Likely to yourself. Stupid mortal. Stupid mortal, with your gentle hands and good food. Wretched mortal for the kindness. Abhorrent mortal for the.. the.. well, everything!

"…Right," he replied.

That night, Shinnok lay on the couch. You'd long been asleep. You had work tomorrow, after all. Shinnok already agreed to vacuum the apartment while you were gone.

Damn it all. He wasn't helping himself by doing all these things for you. He felt like it wasn't enough, which he hated.

After another hour of spiraling down a tunnel of why, how, when, and curse words, he came to the decision that he would need to do something else for you. Something other than doing dishes or helping cook. He needed something big, something that would sate his desire to just do things for you.

You'd left your phone on the kitchen counter. Shinnok had a pretty good idea of how to use it. It turns out Netflix can teach an old god new tricks. Now… where was he?

Chats: Two Johnny's, One [Y/n]

[Y/N]: Johnny Cage.

Annoying Johnny: Yo, [Y/n]! Dude, you will not believe the hottie I have in my bed right now! Wanna pic?

[Y/N]: This is Shinnok. I have no interest in your hottie. I need something that requires your wealth.

Old Man Johnny: Woah, what? What the hell are you doing with [Y/N]'s phone?

[Y/n]: Why are there two of you?

Old Man Johnny: Long story now what the hell do you want?

Annoying Johnny: Chill out, old me! Clearly Shinnok saw my new movie on Netflix and wants in on the next one!

[Y/n]: No. That film was horrendous. I demand you both listen to my words!

Shinnok growled at the phone screen. Two Johnny Cages… What was his mother thinking?

He jolted when the phone began to buzz in his hand. He quickly tapped the green symbol and put the phone near his ear, like he'd seen in the movies.

Johnny Cage, the older one, spoke.

"What the hell are you planning?"

"Something for [Y/n]."

There was a pause on the other line.

"For [Y/n]?" Johnny asked.

"Yes. For them," Shinnok replied.

Johnny rubbed his temples.

"Okay. Hit me."

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Shinnok: ew feelings *barf emoji*

Heyo, hoped you liked this part! I plan on one more part to this so stay tuned! Also this story is now on my AO3 account! The link is on my pinned post! This part will be added there soon!

These vine reference titles are getting outta head *bu-dum-tis*

#mortal kombat #shinnok #shinnok x reader #johnny cage #mk fanfic #mk x reader

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amethyst-halo · 2 months

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decided i want to work on everything stays au so post time stop oh my god why is this so LONG

when the bros start fighting after failing the family harmony, grandma rosiepuff steps in and stops john from leaving. when they try to point blame, she puts her foot down and tells them to stop and apologize to each other. all of the older boys are too stubborn to, but baby branch feels guilty and takes the blame for everything going wrong. floyd, spruce, and clay all go to comfort him, and john realizes what he's doing is ruining the band for them. he apologizes to all of them, recognizing he'd pushed too hard and set too high a bar.

they decide to take a break from the band and focus on just being brothers instead. everything is okay for a while; they goof off and mess with each other, help their grandma with chores, etc. as brothers will do. branch is a happy little thing, though pretty anxious, and while his brothers still fight with each other, things are good. but rosiepuff gets taken the next trollstice, leaving the boys on their own.

the boys are devastated, of course, and things are pretty rough for a while. john and spruce share the brunt of rosiepuff's role as the parental figures, doing their best to comfort the youngest three and keep the pod running. branch is struggling the most with comprehending what happened, as he hadn't lost anyone before, and doesn't fully grasp for a while that rosiepuff isn't coming back. things are okay eventually, but it's a hard time for a while.

john is still keeping everyone on track of their chores and such, but mostly likes to let them goof around. he still writes music in his off time, and likes to help branch plan his bunker hideout. he prefers being outside most of the time, and likes to find weird bugs and plants to show his brothers and teach them about them.

spruce leans way back, no longer feeling pressured to keep up his heartthrob persona. he takes up the cooking and gets super good at it, and overall is very relaxed. he likes to climb high into the tree to bergen-watch at the top of the cage, and sometimes talks one of his younger brothers into going up with him.

clay indulges in his interest in learning and graduates super early; he's the first to graduate troll school (which im just basing on the us school system bc thats what i know aksjdhjk), with john having dropped out when rosiepuff was taken and spruce still in his last couple of years. while he still likes to goof off with his brothers, he takes on a more serious persona with other trolls and likes to keep up with his sad book club. he becomes pretty good friends with the older princess, viva.

floyd still wants to go solo, and ends up doing little gigs and such around the tree in his spare time. he doesn't want to leave his brothers, so he never gets huge, but he manages to set himself a name. he's fairly quiet and struggling a bit with the always-happy-ness of pop trolls, but he does his best to keep it to himself, at least around branch.

branch himself is a fairly happy kid. he's got a paranoid streak, though, and struggles a lot with being alone, so he's usually stuck to one of his brothers. he's fairly shy with other kids and doesn't seem keen on making friends, but he gets coaxed out of his shell sometimes. he loves to plan his hideout and share his ideas with his brothers, who are all getting a little concerned about how much he wants to hide.

a couple of years after the band's hiatus, branch and spruce are doing laundry up on one of the higher branches of the tree. branch is enjoying himself, singing a song john had taught him while spruce works. he doesn't notice the approach of a bergen until spruce shouts, and the next thing he knows, he's falling out of the tree as spruce is grabbed in his place.

branch is sure if he hadn't been singing, this wouldn't have happened. he had brought the bergen to them by singing, and now his brother was gone.

clay and floyd find him at the base of the tree, and they know something is wrong. branch blurts that it's all his fault and spruce is gone, and they try to tell him it isn't his fault. they take him back up to the pod to john, who won't believe that spruce is gone. john goes to look for him and clay has to follow, leaving floyd to comfort an increasingly distraught branch. john initially thinks its a bad prank by spruce and clay, but clay gets through to him that spruce was really taken.

when they get back to the pod, floyd is all but freaking out, and branch is silent and gray.

things are more subdued after that; john and clay get more serious with their younger two brothers, floyd loses a lot of his energy for things and mostly just tries to make sure branch is sleeping and fed, and branch... he's a shell of his former self. he refuses to speak, let alone sing, convinced he'd only get his other brothers taken. he pours all of his focus on planning his hideout bunker, refusing to try and play with other kids or go along with his brothers' activities.

it gets a little better over time, as the initial grief fades. branch is still gray and refusing to speak, but he is slowly talked into acting like a kid every once in a while. his brothers also get better over time, john and clay's fun sides and floyd's energy slowly returning. john pushes himself to be better faster, determined to be there for his brothers, but it does lead to clay and him getting into more arguments, and floyd sees right through his facade most of the time. but it gets better, and branch's old colors even begin to return, albeit slightly.

with spruce, he gets taken to the bergen castle, where he manages to escape the bergen's hold. he has a little cat and mouse chase, but he squeezes into a hole in the walls and gets away. in the chase, though, he lost his pathway out, and all of the bergens are looking for him, so he can't escape right away. he's forced to hunker down and wait, so he starts exploring to find a way out.

his main hiding space ends up down in the basement, close to bridget's room. he doesn't dare let her know about him, but he does listen in on her struggles with her work and emotions.

he makes a few attempts to escape over the next while, but each time ends up with him being chased back into the wall. he manages to figure out his escape path, at least, but all of his attempts are squashed one way or another. one of his attempts to escape nearly goes wrong as chef catches him and almost kills him with her knife, but he manages to move away so all she catches is his tail, causing him to lose most of it.

a couple of years after spruce is taken, the escape tunnels are finished. john does his best to keep all of them together, but when they get out on the other side, clay is missing. john tries to go back in to find him, but the tunnels start to collapse and he's pulled out of there without clay. they wait, and wait, until king peppy begins to leave, meaning there aren't any more trolls to save.

the brothers are devastated; john blames himself for losing track of clay and basically shuts off, and branch loses any color he'd gotten back. with john near unresponsive, floyd takes charge of keeping them with the group and such, distracting himself from his grief.

spruce hears about the trolls disappearing from his place in the wall, and while he's glad they seem to have escaped, it seriously deters him from trying to escape himself, as he's not sure he could find them. he loses hope, which means he loses his colors.

clay, meanwhile, managed to escape the tunnels with viva. he wants to go back to find his brothers, unsure of if they made it out, but viva stops him. he's forced to hope for the best, as he and viva find the other trolls who were separated, forming the group that becomes the putt-putt trolls.

everything is... hard, for the first few years. branch's anxiety and paranoia only gets worse, and john dory is zoned out most of the time, so floyd is forced to be the one in charge, making sure his brothers are taken care of and doing whatever he can to help with setting up the new village. floyd eventually gets sick of it and encourages john and branch to build branch's bunker, figuring it'll keep them busy. it works, and john slowly comes back to himself while helping branch dig and plan.

spruce is pretty lost back in the castle; he knows the place like the back of his hand now, but he kind of resents it because he just wants to be back with his brothers. he's spent a lot of time near bridget by proxy, and one night when she's despairing over her feelings and workload, he accidentally gives himself away. to his surprise, she isn't as eager to catch him as every other bergen, and is more curious about how he'd escaped for so long. the two end up talking more; spruce finds himself worrying about her like an older brother, and she makes a point of sneaking him more food and other things he needs where she can in return for his company.

at some point, spruce nearly gets caught again, getting cornered by one of the cooks- the chef is exiled by this point- who nearly kills him again. the side of his face and his ear get caught and injured pretty badly before he can get away, and he manages to get to bridget's room before collapsing. bridget is wildly alarmed and does her best to patch him up, but the injury scars and his hearing is damaged on the one side. still, he's incredibly touched by her care for him, and while he's not as bright as he used to be, his colors do come back.

back in the village, john and branch build most of the bunker together, floyd pitching in where he can while also working on his music and running errands and such. when branch is older and more independent, john decides to start making trips back to the tunnels in an attempt to find clay. floyd isn't thrilled, worried that john is still stuck in the past and not letting himself heal, but he can't really stop him. john doesn't have much luck anyways.

floyd himself is struggling a lot of the time under the pressure of taking care of branch and john while also maintaining a social status and dealing with his own grief, and his colors dull slowly over the next several years. it's gradual, to the point it's hard to notice, so john isn't super perceptive to it. eventually, though, floyd gets sick of john ditching them all the time to dig in the tunnels and they argue, and floyd finally blurts all of his struggles in the heat of the argument. he crumbles, the last of his color fading, and john feels awful. he does his best to apologize and comfort him, and promises he's going to take care of them properly and stop going back to the tunnels, stop being stuck in the past when the present needs him.

i don't have much planned between that and the start of the first movie tbh. branch stays gray and silent, john does his best to care for his brothers, floyd does gain dull colors again at some point and keeps up with his solo career and is probably the most social of the three of them. spruce is kinda just surviving in the castle walls. clay's doing hot girl putt putt shit. etc

movie 1 is fairly the same to start. the party lures the chef in and trolls are captured, but it includes floyd, who attended the party to be polite, and john, who tried to go save him. branch and poppy go after them and branch is even less inclined to put up with her shenanigans along the way. im not gonna lie i haven't managed to figure out much of any of the movies from there.

i know that spruce reunites with his bros while they're trying to rescue the snack pack and such, and is a major advocate for trolls and bergens not being as different as they think.

between movies 1 and 2, about a month before 2 starts, floyd sets off for a gig at mount rageous for his solo career stuff, which :) is fine :)

i don't have much else figured out yet for some reason it is eluding me way more than any other au has so. i'll figure it out aksdjhjkhdjfh

#trolls #trolls au #trolls 3 #trolls band together #trolls brozone #trolls john dory #trolls bruce #trolls spruce #trolls clay #trolls floyd #trolls branch #sketch speaks #everything stays au #this has been staring at me from my drafts for a bit. dear god is it long and theres NOT EVEN ANY STUFF FROM THE MOVIES YET #AUGH #i started this post a couple of weeks ago and its been fuckin At My Door since then #i love all my aus equally. only draws like 3 of them

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lostfracturess · 12 days

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hi nici question what do s&c gojo and geto do to unwind after a long day and why is it me

HKJDSHKSDJHKDS imjust joking no but srs im curious what their after work routines consist of huehuehueheueueueheue :0 like do they go to the gym in the mornings or after work? who's more likely to order takeout when they don't feel like cooking? shower routines after spending all day in surgery? GOD BLESS YOU

ahahahah, of course you're the one they come home to for some unwinding time after a long, stressful day girl !! <3

nothing better than to imagine, satoru and suguru both stumbling through the door, completely drained but still looking fine as hell even sweaty and disheveled from work to blow off some steam ahhhhh.

anyway, i think this got out of hand a bit. so somethings about their "after work" routine after the cut lol:

satoru gojo

satoru comes home late, does drugs, and just spaces out for a while. when his energy returns he goes for a run, even if it's almost midnight. then shower before he starts prepping for class, grading assignments, or getting ready for surgery.

he usually just orders takeout because, let's be real, he doesn't have time to cook. if he's got some free time, though, you bet he's gaming hard. he got some crazy high scores that would blow your mind. the next day, he sleeps in late and grabs a coffee on the way to work.

when he's home earlier and not as stressed, satoru hits up some tokyo's international markets for some special ingredients and whips up a mean meal, but then would pair it with the most disgusting and cheap canned beer.

rest of the evening, he'd just read the latest neurology journals because he's just that dedicated to staying on top of his game.

when satoru is really stressed out tho, he goes off the rails in a different way. he'll meet up with his choso at his junkyard and just get completely wasted while they take turn smashing up old cars with sledgehammers and shit. (like in chapter 10, i guess?)

suguru geto

talk about disciplined. he hits the gym before work every day. after his workout and a shower, he's one of the first ones on campus, prepping for his classes or surgeries. can't start the day without a coffee from the cafeteria, though.

weirdly enough, despite being so early, he still manages to be at least 15 minutes late to class every time.

suguru and satoru are like an old married couple. Grabbing lunch together on campus is just routine for them. They don't even bother texting or anything. one of them just shows up at their usual table and waits for the other. and if one of them is running late (usually satoru, let's be real), the other has already ordered for both of them by the time the straggler gets there.

suguru heads home earlier than satoru most nights since he was on campus first in the mornings. they've both got cleaning services come through regularly. ain't nobody got time for chores when you're working like they do, but suguru has someone do his grocery shopping too since he hates that shit. he can cook and often does, but he also orders in when he's feeling lazy.

when he got free time, suguru also loves to read. his shelves are stacked with everything from philosophy and history to classic lit and poetry. but he's also a major sports nut and watches all the games he can.

they both don't really have a big social circle outside of each other, mostly bc they're always buried in work. but they make sure to get out together when they can, whether it's catching a movie or just pounding back some beers at a sports bar while yelling at whatever game is on the TV.

it's never like one of them formally invites the other out tho. it's more like one will shoot the other a text saying "hitting up the sports bar for the game tonight" and that's their way of saying "you coming or what?" without actually asking hahah. but that's just how their friendship works after all these years.

and sometimes when they're out at those bars, satoru manages to hook up and bring a girl home with him after. can't blame the man, he's got needs, yk?

suguru acts all disgusted though, especially that one time satoru straight up fucked some random woman right there in the dirty sports bar. suguru denies he's ever done anything like that himself.

yeah, right.

anyway, satoru's wild nights calmed down once he started seeing his girl yn. weirdly enough, suguru also stopped around the same time?? hmm, who knows.

#symptoms and causes #inbox #gojo saturo #suguru geto #satoru gojo fanfiction

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blueisquitetired · 6 months

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As promised, here is the short Dad!Ingo oneshot I promised!

Wordcount: 600ish words

Rated: G (E FOR EVERYONE AHHHH I TYPED THE WRONG THING INITIALLY)

Tags: no in//st, submas, fluff, angst, Dad Ingo, and Author Chose not to Use Archive Warnings

Consider this a mystery box fic.

The Soft Quiet of an Early Morning

Emmet yawns as he stumbles out of his room, the bright morning sun shining painfully into his eyes. He smiles when he spots Akari sitting on the counter, chowing down on an oran berry. Blue juice stains her cheeks.

“Enjoying yourself?” Emmet asks as he ruffles her hair, laughing as she attempts to bite him in recompense. He probably deserves it. He doesn’t care.

Leaving the girl to her early morning snack, he turns on the stove and begins making a proper breakfast, humming a popular tune as he goes. Akari joins in his melody a moment later, and the two enjoy a peaceful morning.

Breakfast is just about done when Ingo stumbles out of the bedroom, his face still covered in pillow creases. The corners of his lips perk upwards as he spots them.

“Good morning you two.” He rumbles out, coming over to lift his daughter from the counter top. “Up early again I see.“

“Maybe you are up late.” Emmet counters, as Ingo tries to wipe the berry juice from Akari’s face.

“I see no reason to rise early on the weekend.”

“Foolish. Your sleep will suffer. Routine is key.”

“Tsk. And you call me the kill joy.”

Akari barks out a laugh at that, and Ingo’s expression turns soft. It warms Emmet’s heart that despite their tragedies, they can still have moments like these.

“Breakfast is ready!” He calls as he turns off the stove, carting the meal to the table. Ingo and Akari follow, the former releasing his daughter to her personal seat, painted a bright red. He sits himself a moment later, and Emmet begins serving up breakfast.

“Did you sleep well?” Ingo asks Akari as they begin to eat, a bit of worry seeping into his tone. “I know your slumber has been quite poor lately. Was it better today?”

Akari just nods, a jerky motion. She’s not much for conversation.

“Good. I am glad to hear it.”

They chat about the battle subway and recent events over the rest of breakfast, Akari eventually wandering away after she finishes her food. She doesn’t give any warning before she does, but that’s to be expected really. Why would she bother?

“She seems to be settling in well.” Ingo muses as the sounds of joyous pokémon waft in from the other room. “I was worried that Nimbasa would be too much for her, as it is such a departure from what everything she has ever known.”

“She does seem happy.” At least that’s what Emmet assumes. She can be harder to read then even Ingo.

“Yes…. yes she does.”

They listen to the muffled shrieks of playing for a moment longer, before eventually continuing with their morning chores, getting ready for the day. Akari only returns when they set out meals for their pokémon, hanging from her alpha gardivor’s arms.

“Did you have fun?” Ingo asks, as Akari is dropped into his lap, her Pokémon wandering off to eat breakfast.

“Mhmm.” Akari responds, leaning against her father.

“That’s good to hear.”

Emmet smiles at the two, daughter and father enjoying each other’s company. He had never expected Ingo to return with a child, but he’s glad that there was at least one positive thing that came out of his brother’s unexpected departure to Hisui.

Still, Emmet wished that such a blessing could have come without such steep costs. That his brother didn’t have to leave, didn’t have to lose his memories and be hurt so thoroughly. That his niece didn’t have to work to belong, didn’t have to suffer because of some callous god.

That Akari didn’t have to die.

That his niece could still be a bright and talkative teenager, and not the silent zorua she had become.

Still.

Emmet would take what he could get.

Better this then nothing at all.

#blue’s writing #submas #submas au #akari pokemon #subway boss ingo #subway boss emmet #fanfic #oneshot

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the-s1lly-corner · 3 months

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Prompts 10, 11, and 12 with Jason

The breakfast sandwich was mid :(

SOULMATE AU

SHARING CLOTHES

You steal one of his shirts. And of course it hangs loosely off of you regardless of your own build.. jason wont outwardly react that much but he is feeling a little.. giddy inside.. he thinks you look so adorable.. are his clothes comfortable? Did you miss him? He feels a little pang at the idea you might do it because you miss him.. he makes a mental note to try to plan a little forest date for the two of you.. you're open to borrowing any of his clothes just as long as it's not his mask.. the mask is off limits

DOMESTIC

Very calm, if we're not factoring his work in. Its actually rather peaceful all things considered, you don't need to worry about society and its rules. You can just stay in your shared cabin and just. Exist in peace. Jason is fine with doing the more.. heavy duty chores such as fixing the structure of the cabin, and you tend to cook and keep things tidy. You both start a garden together to become more self sufficient, at least more than Jason was before. It's definitely an adjustment getting used to this new life, but it's not the worst especially when you have a giant man at your heel ready to give the entire world to you

You share wounds. Of course before you two found each other Jason never understood why he'd randomly come across random bruises or cuts, not that that it hurt all the much. Hes been through worse, afterall. So imagine his absolute horror when he realizes any injury he gets is mirrored onto you. Every stab, slash, and bash. All of it. Whether you tell him or he connects the dots himself it's almost enough to make the poor man shut down. He has an obligation to keep crystal lake empty, or at least he feels he does.. but he also has an obligation to protect you. He cant give either up.. it's a tough situation and the best he can do is try to be careful when he goes out. But how can he be more careful when his mind starts to become more and more preoccupied by the thought that you've been roughed up due to his past recklessness?

#jason vorhees x reader #jason vorhees imagine #jason voorhees x reader #jason x reader #jason voorhees imagine #slashers x reader #slasher imagine #slasher x reader

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lxdymoon0357 · 1 year

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Can request a Melissa Podebrat × reader relationship headcannon? Like their early relationship status? 0v0

The reader can be gender neutral or fem reader. The choice is yours.

Take care💖

(Thank you for the request Juve!)

Melissa Podebrat X Reader Dating HCs

✯ Dating Melissa is a chore on its own, a cute and amazing chore, you wanna do every day, but a chore nonetheless. She is always running around with Nine and Yuri, causing problems for you and Yona, but at-least Yona gets paid for it, you’re signed up for it and you’re not getting any pay, except maybe her whole love, kisses, hugs and clinginess.

✯ You and her taking Liev for a walk in the evenings and sleeping with it, spending time with it, it’s your baby now. Melissa may not like Live a lot in the beginning, but she does now but she doesn’t at the same time, it takes your attention away from her for too long.

✯ Melissa, you, Nine and Yuri all three go around causing trouble and having fun and causing a headache for Yona, you and her you both annoy each other and challenge each other all the time!

✯Melissa is most likely to keep you relationship a secret because she doesn’t want her father, her brother or any annoying person who hates her say she’s love sick, but that doesn’t mean you aren’t important to her and she doesn’t love you and your relationship.

✯Nine is the third wheel who accompanies you both to you dates and he is getting annoyed with Melissa for this. Mainly because he feels so awkward around you and Melissa being lovey-dovey conversations, where he’s always laughing loudly and stiffly and awkwardly and then Melissa will get a bit mad and shoo him away, making him happy…

✯Melissa would often go to Yuri to ask for gift suggestions because she has no idea how a relationship works. Not that she does, but since you’re very special to her, she always asks for suggestion to ensure 80 times that the present and the things she doing for you is gonna make you happy!

✯Melissa and you both often ask Heini to make you both foods in the middle of the night when you have sleepovers with each other and she complies because she loves you as a friend.

✯You often watch Melissa practice sword-fighting and sometimes she even asks you to practice with her. And then you both will practice, swinging you swords around and then you both will kiss in the middle of it, don’t ask why, it’s something you both just began doing and it confuses everyone including you and her…

✯Ever since Jake found out about you two dating, he started to pull more pranks on her because he knows you will calm her down when she’s angry to stop her from hurting him. So like he will throw a bucket of cold water on her when she’s just done taking a bath and then you will try to calm her and then prank Jake back, but worse….

✯You often take Liev for walks when Melissa is busy, so he knows you well and loves you just as much as Melissa. Live now knows when you both are going to come, so when he hears you come he gets excited and jumps up and barks and if Melissa doesn’t join you, you are always happy to spoil the doggo with treats and you also try to teach him tricks and buy him doggy sleeping gowns/ dresses, because first why not?? Second, it makes everyone laugh and smile!

✯Melissa often has you on her lap when you both sleep. Like Melissa will come back tired and she is doing like paperwork as a duke now, so she will have you on her lap as she kisses you in between and when you fall asleep, she will kiss you and then hug you as she falls asleep too…

✯She loves to put kisses on your lips. She will do it randomly too, like you both are just sitting eating food and she will go, *puch* and you’re like ‘bruh, we’re in front of your dad and he’s talking with me and I was answering, can you not? Your father will kill me…’ and she does not give a shit…

✯ Melissa is definitely the one proposing, she has a ring and everything, you know how she proposes to Nine, please act as dramatically as you can make her smile and laugh while she cries out of happiness, it makes you both happy!

✯ You and Melissa always bake pizzas, she taught you how to! And you both decorate them prettily and then you both have too much pizza left, so you give it to Heini and Yona and tell them to distribute it between the servants! And give the rest to Yuri to distribute it between the people in the Elizabeth manor, that’s how much pizza you and Melissa make!

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lovelikanroji · 10 months

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hii lovely, i don't have a request for your main blog atm, but i would like to hear your thoughts on my beloved son muichiro with a gender neutral older sibling!reader <33

i think it would be both very cute and very sad. maybe they're super protective of him because they feel like they failed as an older sibling by letting his brother die? maybe they feel like it's their fault? hehe feel free to do whatever you'd like with this idea, it's just a silly little thing i thought about, but haven't had the inspiration to actually write about! it's also totally alright if you don't feel inspired by it either 💕

⤷ pairing(s): muichiro x gn!reader (strictly platonic)

⤷ summary: Muichiro with an older sibling headcanons

⤷ warnings: me rambling for 1.3k words lmao, reader works alongside shinobu at the butterfly mansion, lowercase is intended, spoilers for demon slayer s3

⤷ note from author: i feel like i haven't written this much in such a short time in a hot minute

○ i think as the oldest sibling between yuichiro, muichiro and themselves, the reader would be very protective over their younger siblings

○ at the beginning it's more of you saving them from tripping and falling over but after your parents die, you start to do more as the eldest

○ you handle most of the chores, as well as cooking just to make sure your siblings can enjoy their childhoods a little longer.

○ of course they still help you with it but you try to finish them most of the time

○ the first time Amane-san mentions your lineage and invites you and your siblings to join the Demon Slayer Corps, you're hesitant to do so

○ not only because you don't believe in demons, but also because even if they were real, your siblings are just children and risking their lives to protect people should be the least of their worries

○ you politely decline her offer, and she nods in understanding

○ later that day muichiro begs you to reconsider, clearly happy that he comes from a strong demon slayer's line and excited to continue where his ancestor left off

○ before you can explain him why you made your decision, yuichiro begins berating him, creating a rift between the two of them

○ you do what you can to get them to talk to each other again but no matter what you say or do, neither of them will budge

○ one summer night, as you're laying down and trying to sleep, you hear muichiro gasp and turn to look at what happened only to see an unknown person in your home

○ the unknown figure raises his hand as if to attack, and you're not fast enough to stop yuichiro running up to the figure

○ you can do nothing but watch in horror as yuichiro's arm gets sliced off

○ in a desperate attempt to stop the bleeding, you tore off your clothes and hold it up to his arm, but it does absolutely nothing

○ the figure laughs at your clear panic and as you're trying to save yuichiros life, he strikes again, except this time his aim is at muichiro

○ you jump in front of him without thinking, crashing to the wall due to the blunt force the figure hit you with

○ muichiro brings yuichiro over to where you are, the figure close behind

○ you want to move in front of your siblings but all of your strength has left you, and your vision is getting blurry

○ you hold yuichiros other hand as you hear muichiro scream and attack the figure

○ the last thing you see after he comes back all bloodied is Amane-san, and then you let darkness take you

○ when you wake back up, the first thing you're asked is if you remember anything

○ you tell the man, Ubuyashiki, everything you remember, and immediately ask where your brothers are

○ the heartbroken look he gives you is answer enough

○ he explains how when his wife, Amane, had gotten there yuichiro was already dead, and muichiro was close although they were able to save him, and he was resting as you were

○ knowing that at least one of your brothers were alive should have made you feel better and yet all you felt was disappointment and rage, at yourself for not protecting your brothers, and at demons for hurting them in the first place

○ nichirin swords change colors when the holder gains a certain amount of skill on wielding it, but no matter how hard you train yours never changes colors, and you can only watch as your brother flies up ranks

○ shinobu offers you a job at the butterfly estate when she sees how heartbroken you are, and you accept, willing to do anything to help your brother in any means possible

○ she teaches you what she knows in medicine, and in turn you help with the chores around the estate as well as taking care of the residents and the injured slayers

○ you dont see your brother that often, and you're not sure if you're happy or sad about it. on one hand it means he isnt getting injured, but on the other you miss him terribly

○ shinobu is the one that tells you he became a hashira, and while you're happy for him you can't help but think how he's too young to be putting him in such danger

○ you hope this means you can see your brother more, but it turns out to be the opposite

○ being a hashira means getting more and harder jobs, which means muichiro is busier than before

○ as sad as you are, you continue working in the estate because if you allow yourself to think about the dangers, you feel yourself drowning in fear

○ the next time you see your brother you want to spend time with him as much as possible, so when that day comes you're shocked to your core when all he says is a simple "hi" and a "goodbye" once you're done patching him up

○ he leaves the estate without glancing your way, leaving you standing there with your heart shattered

○ amane-san had told you that he didn't remember what had happened, and his amnesia had changed his personality, but you weren't expecting it to be this severe

○ after your very brief reunion, you work even harder than before as a way to distract yourself from the pain

○ as much as it hurts for your own brother to not recognize you, you can't dwell on the thought for any longer

○ you believe in your brother, and his abilities to protect himself, so when you receive a crow from shinobu saying he was badly hurt, you start panicking

○ the second the kakushis bring him in, you start working on his injuries, as shinobu removes the poison from his body with ease

○ he's unconscious the whole time, but right as you're about to leave his side to bring him cold water and a rag to lower his temperature, you feel his hand hold yours

○ you turn around to ask if he needs anything, but he beats you to it

○ "i'm sorry," he says. "don't leave."

○ you're not sure why he's apologizing, but you sit down near his bed right after putting the wet rag on his forehead anyway

○ you're up and doting when he starts stirring, and the first thing you ask when he wakes up is if he's okay

○ before he can answer you start checking up on his injuries, rambling about how glad you were that he was alive and well

○ muichiro keeps trying to speak but you, being scared of his answer, keep interrupting him

○ this goes on for a while until your brother gets up abruptly, takes your hands in his, and tells you to listen to him

○ the first thing he does is apologize, and before you can say anything he shushes you and continues his speech

○ he tells you he's sorry for the way he behaved, for not spending time with you and most of all for forgetting everything and everyone dear to him, which you're quick to deny

○ you in return tell him that it most definitely was not his fault, and that you were happy his memories were back

○ after that he tells you he'll be more careful on his missions, and promises that he'll visit more often

○ after his injuries are all healed and he's going off to yet another mission, you're left with a sense of joy instead of dread, and you hum to yourself as you pick up your chores while you wait for your brother to return

while i think it would be sweet of muichiro to remember their sibling, i also believe he wouldn't as he doesn't remember anything that's related to his past.

#mui.writes #muichiro x platonic reader #demon slayer x platonic reader #muichiro x reader #demon slayer x reader #kny x reader #kny x platonic reader #yes i went with the “he wakes up as youre leaving the room” route #also apparently you can have a fever after being poisoned i checked #i struggle with dialouges sm can you tell #also you can clearly tell when i got tired lmao

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yourlocalghoulette · 3 months

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Part 3 ~ Second Chances

A/N; part threee! I don't have much to say except *insert evil laughter* these two boutta be the cutest couple. Lmk if you want to be on the taglist!

W/C: 3k

Main Masterlist Series Masterlist

Warnings~ Eventual smut so 18+ MDNI! fluff! slow burn, relationship building, flirting, language, teasing, single dad!Joel, reader has trauma, no use of Y/N, reader has hair long enough to be seen under a helmet

Two weeks pass by in a blur, and you’ve fallen into a smooth schedule of working at the barn and the coffee shop on alternating days. Each day around the horses brings more confidence. You’re starting to come to terms with the fact that Joel won’t hurt you like your last trainers did. Not that he’s a trainer, really, or even an employer. It’s more like a partnership, maybe even a friendship. Or at least you hope it’s a friendship. You both share the chores at the barn, always working side by side, learning about each other or just enjoying the silence.

Silence used to scare you. You hated being to deep in your thoughts, in your memories. But with Joel, it’s different. It feels comfortable, feels natural, just enjoying each other’s presence. Something about Joel just makes you feel relaxed. Something that usually doesn’t come easy.

You’ve learned a lot about Joel in the past few weeks. You learned he has a younger brother named Tommy, and that he’s a coffee addict. Just like you.

“You think this one will look good on her?”

Joel holds up a dark turquoise nylon halter. He’d stopped at the tack shop on the way to the barn to get a new halter for Dottie.

Sarah looks up from where she’s admiring an indricately designed barrel saddle. She shrugs. “I like the purple better.”

Joel rolls his eyes, a knowing grin etched on his face. “Because it’s your favorite color. You’re biased,” he chuckles.

Sarah shoulders him playfully. “Maybe. But it does look good on Dottie.” She grins slyly up at him. “Why don’t you ask your little ‘friend’?” She teases, holding up air quotes.

Heat instantly creeps up Joel’s cheeks as he instantly recognizes she’s talking about you. “Good idea, kiddo,” he mutters.

“Da-ad, you’re blushing!” Sarah squeals, poking his cheek playfully.

“‘M not. I don’t ‘blush’,” Joel waves her away. “Whatever. Fine. I’ll ask her.”

Sarah nods approvingly as Joel pulls his phone from his faded leather jacket pocket and takes a picture of the halter.

You nearly drop your phone as Joel’s notification buzzes at the top of your phone. “Jesus Christ, I’m acting like a goddamn teenager,” you mutter to yourself, opening the message.

Joel- Hey, I’m trying to pick out a halter for Dottie. You think this one would look good on her?

Attached - One image.

You smile at the image of Joel’s fingers awkwardly trying to hold the halter so you could see it properly. The dark purple color is sure to look good on her, you think to yourself. Sitting up criss cross applesauce in bed, you text him back.

You- totally! it kind of looks like her last halter though lol.

Joel- Thanks, cowgirl. Sarah was giving me shit about texting you.

You grin at that message, knowing that Sarah was teasing him about him turning to you for advice.

You- Why’s that, cowboy?

No answer. Were you being to forward with that answer? You’ll find out when you get to the barn, probably.

You pull yourself out of bed and run through your meloncholy everyday morning routine. You skip your usual shower, knowing you’re gonna get dirty at the barn. You change into a pair of tighter-fitting black Wrangler jeans and a faded black Dune t-shirt.

You’re about to walk out the door when you’re stopped in your tracks by a message from Joel.

Joel- She likes to play matchmaker.

It’s around 10 AM when you get to the barn. Inside, the barn is alive with activity, the sound of horses nickering and the scent of hay filling the air. You spot Joel hauling a trail saddle off of Amadeus, his easy confidence evident as he moves around the horse with practiced ease.

"Morning, cowboy," you greet him with a smile, walking over to join him.

Joel looks up, a grin spreading across his face at the sight of you. "Morning, cowgirl," he replies, his voice warm and welcoming. "Sleep well?"

You nod, grateful for the casualness of the conversation. "Yeah, not bad. How about you?"

Joel shrugs, his gaze lingering on you for a moment longer than necessary before tossing the saddle onto it’s rack. "Could've been better," he admits with a sheepish grin. "Sarah woke me up early this morning, insisting we go riding before it gets too hot."

You laugh, imagining Sarah dragging Joel out of bed with all the enthusiasm of a kid on Christmas morning. "Sounds like fun."

Joel chuckles, a sparkle in his eyes as he looks at you. "Yeah, she's definitely got a way of getting what she wants."

Sarah bounds into the barn with Dottie’s new halter in hand. “Hey, kids,” she giggles infectiously, giving you a side hug.

Joel rolls his eyes, unclipping Whiskey from the crossties. “Hey, kiddo. Would’ya mind filling up the water troughs outside f’me?”

“Sure, dad,” she says in her usual bubbly voice, discarding the halter into the tack room and walking outside.

Joel shakes his head in disbelief. “Kid’s an angel,” he says proudly.

“Sure is,” you smile softly, admiring the obvious love that Joel has for his daughter. You grab a mucking fork from the rack next to the tack room and get to work tackling the stalls. Joel follows suit and starts cleaning the stall next to yours.

“Say, cowgirl,” he breaks the silence after a few moments. “I know you’re a bit wary about ridin’ and stuff, but would you want to go on a trail ride sometime? Jus’ you and me.”

You smile to yourself, the infectious thoughts about spending time like that with Joel clouding your fears of riding. “I’d love that. As long as we can do an easy ride. You good with that, cowboy?”

He grins at you as he dumps a load of manure into the wheelbarrow, his soft brown eyes crinkling at the corners. “F’course, cowgirl.” He hesitates for a second before asking, “If you don’t mind me asking, what happened that made you so….”

“Scared?” You finish his sentence for him softly. He nods. “I don’t mind at all.” You grunt as you struggle to push the mucking fork under a pile on manure. You jump as you feel him behind you, arms reaching around you and grabbing the handle to help you lift it. “Thanks,” you mutter, heat creeping up your cheeks. “Um- anyway, I-” you chuckle nervously, unable to wrap your head around what Joel just did.

“The- uh- your story,” Joel grins sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Oh-right,” you laugh, and Joel swears your smile can light up the darkest of places. “I kind of told you already at the coffee shop, but two of the trainers I had in high school were very mentally and sometimes physically abusive towards me. High school was…it was a rough time.”

Joel nods in understanding, his eyes softening as he looks at you.

You take a deep breath, grateful for Joel's understanding gaze. It's not easy to open up about the painful memories of your past, but with Joel, it feels different—safer.

"I used to love riding, you know?" you continue, your voice soft as you sift through the memories. "It was my escape, my sanctuary. But then...things changed. The trainers I had, they were ruthless. They pushed me too hard, ignored my boundaries. And when I couldn't meet their expectations, they...they punished me."

The words hang heavy in the air, a palpable reminder of the pain you've carried for so long. But as you speak, you feel a weight lifting off your shoulders, replaced by a sense of relief at finally sharing your story with someone who listens without judgment.

Joel's expression is a mixture of sympathy and understanding as he listens to your words, his gaze unwavering. "I'm sorry you had to go through that," he says softly, his voice filled with genuine empathy. "No one deserves to be treated like that, especially not when they're just trying to follow their passion."

You nod in agreement, grateful for Joel's comforting presence. "Yeah, it was...it was tough," you admit, your voice barely above a whisper. "But I'm trying to move past it, to reclaim what I lost. And being here, with you, it feels like a step in the right direction."

A gentle smile tugs at Joel's lips, a silent reassurance that you're not alone in your journey. "You're strong, cowgirl," he says, his voice soft but filled with conviction. "Stronger than you realize. And if you ever need someone to lean on, I'm here."

The sincerity in Joel's words washes over you like a wave, warming your heart and filling you with a newfound sense of hope. In his presence, you feel understood, accepted for who you are, scars and all.

"Thank you, Joel," you say, your voice choked with emotion. "For everything."

Joel's smile widens, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he reaches out to squeeze your shoulder gently. "Anytime, cowgirl. Anytime."

You sniffle slightly, wiping a few tears off of your cheek with a chukle. “Sorry,” you mumble. “I look like a goddamn baby right now. You’re just…one of the only people I’ve ever told.”

“Well, I’m honored,” Joel smiles. “Can I…can I hug you?” he asks softly.

You nod, and he takes you gently in his arms, his embrace warm and soft and comforting. You jump and pull away when Sarah walks in. She holds her hands up, an incredulous look on her face.

“Did I interrupt something?” she giggles.

“No, of course not, kiddo,” Joel ruffles her hair.

She glances at you, eyes slightly red with tears. “Are you okay?”

You nod, touched by the sincere concern in the 14-year-olds voice. “I’m fine, trust me. Just…telling your dad about some old memories.”

Sarah's expression softens, and she steps closer, wrapping you in a gentle hug. "I'm sorry you had to go through that," she says sincerely, her voice filled with empathy beyond her years. "But I'm glad you're here now, with us."

You smile through your lingering tears, touched by Sarah's kindness. "Thanks, Sarah. You're a good kid."

She grins, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "I try," she says playfully, before turning to Joel. "So, when's that trail ride happening, Dad?"

Joel chuckles, his arm still draped around your shoulders. "Soon, kiddo. Real soon."

‘Soon’ ends up being that evening. Tommy had picked up Sarah for dance class, leaving you and Joel alone together at the barn. “You’re gonna be riding little miss Dottie here,” Joel grins, tossing you her brand new purple halter.

You catch it smoothly. “Cool. She’s…y’know, calm?”

“Of course. About as calm and quiet as they get. I could throw ya on Arizona. You’d be in for a ride,” Joel sticks his tongue out at you. “I’m not that mean though.”

“Gasp. Joel Miller is kind enough to put me on a tame horse? Unbelievable,” you grin in mock astonishment. He elbows you playfully and you both giggle like a couple of damn teenagers.

“Maybe not. Don’t test my patience, cowgirl,” he chuckles, feigning an evil smile.

Once you both bring in Dottie and Whiskey and secure them in the cross ties, Joel tosses you a curry comb and a soft body brush. “Groom away, cowgirl. I wanna see my reflection in this horse’s coat,” he orders playfully.

“If I do that you might scare yourself, old man,” you tease. You take the brushes from him and run your fingers over the bristles of the body brush, poofing a cloud of dust and horsehair into Joel’s face. You grin triumphantly as you turn to Dottie and start rubbing circles into her coat with the currycomb.

“37 years old ya little shit,” he shakes his head, trying to hide his wide grin.

It doesn’t take long for the horses to get tacked up and ready, Dottie suited up in a black cushioned trail saddle and Whiskey in an intricately detailed barrel saddle and hackamore.

“We gotta fit you for a helmet, cowgirl. Safety first,” Joel reminds you as the horses stomp and snort impatiently.

Normally you would roll your eyes at the thought of a helmet on a trail ride. But now, after surviving the fall so many years ago, you’d never refuse one. “Sounds good, cowboy.”

You follow Joel over to the rack of helmets sitting in the tack room, and he picks out a dark blue one. “This color’ll look good on ya,” he says quietly, gently fitting the helmet over your head and buckling it, his calloused fingers grazing your chin. Your shared gaze lingers for a second before you blink and look away, taking your bottom lip between your teeth.

“This one fits good, Joel, thanks.”

“Perfect, cowgirl. Let’s get mounted up, shall we?”

You giggle, following him out to the barn where you unclip the horses from their spots at the crossties and lead them outside. You make sure Dottie’s cinch is tight enough before sticking your left foot in the stirrup and swinging up with ease. You cock an eyebrow at Joel, who’s dragging a mounting block over to Whiskey’s left side.

“Old joints can’t handle mounting from the ground?” You tease, gently easing Dottie over to where Whiskey is standing. You take a mental note that she neck reins.

“Shuddup,” Joel mutters as he swings easily onto the saddle with help of the mounting block. Right away, Joel notices your natural seat. The reins at perfect tension, your straight posture and your position in the saddle all seemed to come natural to you, even though it has been so long since you’ve ridden. He also notices how beautiful you are. The sun kissing your skin just right in the early evening light, the way your eyes crinkle when you smile at him. No matter how hard he tries to keep you at arms length in fear he’ll get hurt by another woman, he can’t help but be drawn into you.

“Take a picture, cowboy, it’ll last longer,” you smirk, gently tapping Dottie’s side with your heels to get her to start walking alongside Whiskey.

He tries to hide the shade of red creeping up his cheeks. “Follow me, cowgirl,” he gestures, guiding Whiskey into a shaded trail entrance leading out of the pasture.

As the horses amble along the trail, Joel can't help but steal glances at you whenever he thinks you're not looking. The way you handle Dottie with such ease and confidence, the sunlight catching in your hair, the subtle curve of your smile—it's all too captivating for him to ignore.

"You know, cowgirl," Joel finally speaks up, breaking the comfortable silence between you, "you look like you were born in that saddle."

You chuckle softly, heat creeping onto your cheeks at his compliment. "Thanks, cowboy. Guess it's like they say, old habits die hard."

Joel smiles, a warmth spreading through his chest at the sound of your laughter. "Well, you sure make it look easy."

You ride in companionable silence for a while, the only sounds being the rhythmic clip-clop of the horses' hooves and the soft rustle of leaves in the gentle breeze. The trail winds through the countryside, offering breathtaking views of rolling hills and lush greenery.

As the sun begins to dip lower in the sky, casting a golden hue over the landscape, Joel can't shake the feeling of contentment that washes over him. Here, surrounded by nature and in the company of someone he cares about, everything feels right in the world.

"You know," Joel speaks up again, his voice soft and contemplative, "I never used to believe in second chances. But being here with you, it's made me realize that sometimes life gives you unexpected opportunities to start over."

You turn to him, meeting his gaze with a gentle smile. "I know what you mean," you reply, your voice barely above a whisper. "Being here, with you, it feels like I'm finally getting a second chance at something I thought I'd lost forever."

Joel's heart skips a beat at your words, the depth of emotion in your eyes leaving him speechless. In that moment, he knows that he never wants to let you go, that he'll do whatever it takes to keep you by his side.

"Me too, cowgirl," Joel finally says, his voice filled with sincerity. "Me too."

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