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sellawrites · 1 year

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BUS RIDE

word count: 1.3k

pairing: caitlin clark x reader

⚠️warnings⚠️

explicit smut, exhibitionism?

prompts:

caitlin fingering you on the bus on the way to a game

jealous caitlin (kinda)

You jumped out of bed as soon as your alarm went off. You were travelling with the team today! After checking that you had everything, you made a quick breakfast and called Caitlin.

“Good morning, babe!” you chirped excitedly. “Are you up yet? Did you pack last night?”

You heard bedsheets shift as Caitlin sat up and groaned. “Don’t worry, love, I’m packed. What are you so excited about this early in the morning?” she wondered, her voice still thick with sleep.

“Come on, it’s our first away game of the season! Why aren’t you excited?” you retorted as you cleaned up your dishes.

“Because it’s literally 5am,” Caitlin grumbled. “And it’s such a long drive, you’ll get bored of it so fast.”

“Whatever, I’m still excited. You had better be happier when I see you on the bus,” you threatened jokingly. “Speaking of which, I’m leaving now so see you there!” You barely gave Caitlin a chance to say goodbye before you were hanging up, grabbing your bags, and rushing out of your dorm.

You put your bags on the bus and climbed in, realizing that Kate was the only person already there.

“Hi, Kate!” You waved at her exaggeratedly.

“Why are you here so early?” she asked you.

“I could ask you the same thing,” you retorted. “I’m just really excited for some reason.”

“Me too, actually,” giggled Kate. You sat in the empty seat next to her and chatted as the bus slowly filled up.

Caitlin finally stuck her head through the door, still looking grumpy. You watched her eyes scan the bus to find you, and she raised an eyebrow when she saw you sitting with Kate.

You turned to Kate again, ignoring your girlfriend as a joke. “She looks so jealous,” Kate said quietly, nudging you with her shoulder.

“Fine, I guess I’ll go hang out with her,” you sighed dramatically as you stood up. Caitlin had just passed your seat, so you followed her to the back. Caitlin sat down heavily and crossed her arms over her chest.

“Is something wrong, princess?” you asked sweetly, straddling Caitlin for a few seconds as you climbed into the window seat.

“It’s cold, I’m exhausted, and my girlfriend was sitting with another girl,” she pouted.

You pressed a kiss to her lips. “You’re ridiculous! Kate is my friend, and yours too. I’m all yours now, don’t worry.” Laughing, you kissed the tip of her nose.

“Whatever, let’s just go to sleep.” Caitlin couldn’t stop a small smile from showing on her face. You got your AirPods out while she spread a blanket over the two of you.

You shuffled your chill playlist and sighed contentedly, snuggling into Caitlin and closing your eyes. You focused on the sounds of the road and the music, slowly drifting off to sleep.

Your breath caught and your eyes snapped open as you felt Caitlin grab your leg, draping it over her lap and pulling you closer. You shot her a confused look, but she just closed her eyes, resting her hand on your thigh.

You closed your eyes again, but were too distracted to fall asleep. Caitlin’s hand was very high up, and she was lightly tracing shapes on your inner thigh. The basketball shorts that you were wearing had already rolled up from the way that you were sitting, but when you felt Caitlin’s thumb graze the hem of your panties, you knew that she was doing this on purpose.

“Not right now,” you breathed, trying not to look like anything suspicious was going on.

Caitlin didn’t even open her eyes. “Why not? We have so much time,” she mumbled.

“Someone could see! We’d be in so much trouble!” The panicked edge to your voice must have convinced her because she stopped her movements, instead sliding her fingers just under your waistband. You opened your mouth to protest again, but decided against it when you realized that her hand wasn’t moving.

Your relief was short-lived, because even though Caitlin had listened and appeared to be asleep, you couldn’t stop thinking about what would’ve happened if you’d let her continue. Trying to calm down, you shifted in your seat, but your movement caused Caitlin’s finger to brush against your clit. Biting your lip to stifle a moan, you came to a decision.

“Cait, wake up,” you whined, running a hand down her arm. She blinked slowly and looked down at you.

“Are you okay?” she asked worriedly. You nodded quickly, shifting against her hand and hoping that she got the hint.

“Forget what I said earlier. Please touch me,” you mumbled desperately.

Caitlin didn’t answer, only smirking as she moved her hand down. She closed her eyes again as she started a slow rhythm on your clit with two fingers.

You buried your face in her chest to hide the blush on your cheeks, resisting the urge to roll your hips. Caitlin was applying just enough pressure, and it felt amazing.

You slowly relaxed, dropping your head onto Caitlin’s shoulder. You allowed the fog of pleasure to overcome your thoughts of getting caught, closing your eyes with a shaky exhale.

Caitlin continued at the same pace, occasionally dipping a finger into your entrance to gather some wetness. Your complete trust in her allowed your mind to really wander. You imagined how hot her fingers looked under the blanket and hoped that she didn’t notice your breathing hitch.

You knew that Caitlin was getting off on this, and it made you wonder how far she would go. Your mind conjured images of her on her knees in front of the seat as she ate you out, the blanket long gone, and you shuddered as your breathing got heavier.

This time, Caitlin noticed. “What do you need?” She pressed her lips to the top of your head.

“Keep going,” was all you managed to say.

Looking around, Caitlin started to increase the pace of her fingers. Practically panting at this point, you pulled your sweater over your face to muffle the sound.

“I know, love, I know,” Caitlin said soothingly. She titled your head up with her free hand and leaned close to your ear. “Look at me, I wanna see your face when you cum.”

You found yourself blushing again, the intensity of her words and her fingers setting your body on fire. She pressed harder on your clit, and it was enough to make your eyes roll back in your head.

Your whole body shuddered as your orgasm hit suddenly, and you weren’t quite able to stop a moan escaping from your open lips. You closed your eyes and willed yourself not to react to the overpowering feeling of pleasure spreading out across your body, still trying not to draw attention even as your mind became fuzzy.

Caitlin kept rubbing tight circles on your clit, drawing out the feeling of euphoria. She decreased the pressure once she saw your eyes focus back on her. “That was so hot,” she said onto your lips, pulling you in for a kiss.

You watched Caitlin gingerly slide her hand out of your shorts and wipe it on the blanket. “I can’t believe we just did that,” you said breathlessly. Seeing that it was now fully light out, you checked the time on your phone. “You got me off for two hours?” You asked in disbelief. “Cait, how is your hand not cramped? We have a game this afternoon!”

Caitlin rolled her eyes. “It’s fine, consider it endurance training or something,” she brushed off your concern. “Besides, it wasn’t even my shooting hand.”

You smacked her playfully on the arm before laying down in her lap, already questioning where the confidence to do that had come from. “You’re actually insane,” you giggled, looking up at her adoringly.

#cait my love #bus ride #caitlin clark #caitlin clark x reader

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sejanusxcoriyo · 4 months

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Nurse My Knee- Sejanus Plinth

Warnings: Riding, p in v, creampie, praise, dom!reader, sub!sejanus, unprotected sex (WRAP IT UP FUCKERS)

Synopsis: You help Sejanus after he injures his knee running out the arena. While helping him change out clothes to shower, he tells you he wants to be inside you. You decide to help him with his little problem by riding his cock.

A/N: MINORS DON'T INTERACT, 18+, Sorry for going o long without writing! Its been a rough fucking month.

"Oh, thank you!"

I pull Sejanus in for a hug, holding him tight against my chest.

"Thank you Coryo."

I touch his shoulder, smiling at him. He nods his head walking back to the car.

"Baby, my knee."

I let him lean against the arena, and I look down at his knee.

"It's twisted."

"Shit."

He starts limping towards his ma's car but I place his arm around my shoulder. I look up at him and give him a sympathetic smile. We make it to his ma's car and he gets in. I start to shut the door before he grabs me.

"Come with me?"

I look at his ma as she smiles at me and motions for me to get in. I slide into the car, sitting next to Sejanus. He grabs my hand then lays his head on my shoulder. I hold his hand tight as the car starts to drive off. We arrive at his parents house after a few minutes.

"Baby, wake up, we made it."

I squeeze his hand, then touch his face with the other. He stirs and yawns. I open the door sliding out the car. I wait for him to slide out, then help him stand up. He limps to the front door where his father stands shaking his head. We walk past him and Sejanus mutters something under his breath.

We make it to his room and he collapses onto his bed. I let him go and start to walk out his room.

"Why are you leaving me?"

"You went into the arena! You could have been killed! Why?"

"I'm sorry, I just wanted to make sure Marcus had enough food."

"Sej, I get it, but I was so scared. Scared that I was going to lose you and Coryo."

"I didn't mean to scare you."

I sit next to him, careful not to hurt his knee.

"I know, I just don't know what I'd do without you."

He pulled me into his side, resting his head on my shoulder.

"You can't get rid of me that easy. You are stuck with me."

I laugh at his words before laying next to him.

"Get some rest for now, we need the sleep for tomorrow."

He lays down, pulling me close to him.

"I love you."

"I love you more."

I close my eyes, listening to him snore softly. I drift off into sleep wondering what lies ahead for tomorrow.

"NO, DON'T KILL ME!"

I jump with startle to Sejanus thrashing and yelling out.

"It's a dream, WAKE UP!"

I shake him hard, waking him up.

"No, no."

"Everything is okay. I'm right here."

I pull him into a tight hug. I feel his wet cheeks against my shirt.

"They were gonna kill me."

"They can't hurt you here."

I hold him against my chest as I lay back down. I run my fingers through his hair, trying to relax his nerves.

"Go back to sleep, I won't let you go."

I kiss his hair and stroke his cheek. He wraps his arm around me and nuzzles his head further into my chest. After a few minutes, his breathing slows and he snores softly. I fall asleep not long after him.

"Good morning, how did he sleep?"

"Okay, he woke up a few times, but besides-"

"Baby?"

I feel him start to stir in my lap.

"Don't move to much. You might wiggle right out your bandage."

He laughs before looking at his ma.

"Do you want breakfast?"

"I'm okay ma. I'm going take a shower."

She smiles, touching his cheek and walking out, closing the door. I slide from underneath him and help him.

"Need help Sej?"

"I think I got it."

I watch as he stands up and limps to the bathroom. I get up and help him inside.

"Just because you can do it by yourself, doesn't mean you have too."

I smile starting his shower. I hep him out his clothes and into his tub.

"Be glad you have a bench to sit down on."

"Come in with me. Please?"

I smile and take off my clothes and walk inside after him. I grab his loofah but he pulls me into his lap.

"Baby, please?"

"Sej, you said you wanted to shower."

"I just wanted to be alone with you."

He moves my hips over his semi-erect cock. He groans into my hair, gripping my hips tightly.

"Fuck, baby. You're so fucking hard."

"Baby, please, I need to be inside you."

I get up from his lap and grab his soap. I turn around and start with his chest. He pulls me to straddle his lap.

"I'll beg for you. I'll eat your pussy, finger you, I won't move, I won't touch you. Please, baby?"

"Are you that desperate? Do you want me to ride your cock?"

"Yes, please. I'm desperate to be inside you."

I line his cock with my pussy and let him slide into me. I moan gripping the loofah tightly. God he was so hard. I rock my hips into his slowly. He groans, grabbing my neck and pulling me in for a passionate kiss.

"God, princess your pussy is driving me crazy."

I kiss down his neck, stopping at his collarbone to leave marks. His hands find my breasts as he starts to fuck his hips into me.

"Relax, Sej. I don't want you to hurt yourself any further."

"Make me cum. I wanna empty my fuckin' load in you so bad."

I moan at his words and move my hips faster against his. He wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me closer to him. I grab his neck with one arm, swallowing his moans. He breaks from our kiss, slamming my hips down onto his.

"Gonna cum, gonna cum so hard in your fuckin' pussy."

He rubs my pussy, twirling my clit between his fingers.

"Fuck, Sej. I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum so hard on your fucking cock!"

"Yes, princess, cum for me."

I tangle my hands in his hair, pulling on his curls. His lips attach to my breasts sucking my nipple hard. He kisses me, muffling my moans before holding my waist down. His hips buck into mine, as we both ride out our orgasms with each other.

"So fuckin' good."

He kisses me again, holding me close to him.

"Come on Sej, let's get you washed and dressed."

I slide him out of me and I continue to wash him. I rinse him off and help him out the shower and help him back to his room.

"Here, lift up for me."

He lifts his hips sliding his shorts up his backside. He pulls me on his lap.

"Thank you, princess. Thank you for taking care of me, for loving me."

"Always Sej. You never have to worry about me leaving you. You always said we are forever."

I kiss him and lay my head on his shoulder.

"I love you, Sej."

"I love you more, princess."

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betterthanburrow · 4 months

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citrine (happiness) 💛

Citrine - Joe Burrow

Crystal Representation: Happiness

Genre: Fluff with a hint of Angst

"your smile always cheers me up.”

Joe Burrow watched the snow fall from the sky through the window in his girlfriend’s childhood bedroom… While the weather in Québec, Canada was very cold, the sun was still shining through the clouds and that gave Joe a little bit of hope that his mood could get better in the next couple of days.

There had been a lot of things on his mind during the past few weeks, but now that the off-season has started for him… Joe has had the time to let those thoughts take over his mindset and process everything that had happened during the past few months.

From the rumors about his private life, to the injuries, to the disagreements that he had with his teammates and coach staff, to the harassment from the media and how the high hopes for this season were all gone.

After everything that happened in the United States throughout these past few months, he just needed to get away from the country for a little while… so he took your parents’ offer to spend a couple of weeks in the beginning of the off-season in Québec in your old childhood home to spend time with family that you haven’t seen in a couple of months

If Joe listened closely, he could hear you speaking your fluent language of French to your parents who were laughing along with something that you had said… he couldn’t say that he knew the French language fluently, but maybe if he paid close attention to what you were saying he could understand a few French words.

Instead, his thoughts overwhelmed his mind and the voices from your parents’ kitchen were just background noises… Joe allowed himself to drown in his self-deprecating thoughts as he closes his eyes, trying to image himself to be anywhere that he couldn’t feel stuck in his own mind.

He tried to imagine himself somewhere that he knows he can feel at peace, but everytime he tried to imagine a place in his mind… He just imagines himself in the middle of a football field, in uniform ready to play a game alongside his teammates but it’s going to be months until he has the chance to play again.

The deep breathes he took while he rested on his back had you convinced that he was asleep when you had opened your childhood bedroom’s door, with a mug of hot chocolate in your hand.

Quietly, you tip-toe into the bedroom and place mug on the nightstand right next to your childhood bed… You sit down next to where he laid on the bed and placed your hand on top of his hands where they were rested on his chest, rubbing your thumb along the goosebumps on his skin.

Joe could feel you from the moment you had opened the door but he didn’t want to wake up yet, he could smell the hot chocolate that he knew were made by your mother… He couldn’t help but wonder if the conversation from the kitchen that he could hear when his mind was quiet was about him.

You were quiet as you watched him sleep, just like Joe there were a lot of thoughts going through your mind as well that you finally had time to process the past few days since you’ve been home in Canada.

“I’m not asleep if that’s what you’re thinking.” Joe mumbles, with his eyes still closed.

“I wasn’t thinking that…” you say.

Joe raises a questioning eyebrow before opening his eyes and sees you sitting in front of him with the prettiest smile that he has ever seen on your face.

He grabs your hand to hold as he fidgets with the promise ring that he gave you on your 1 year anniversary a few years ago on your right ring finger.

“How are you feeling?” you asked, “My parents are a worried about you cause you’ve been in here all day.”

Joe shrugs his shoulders, “I’m not in the worse mood but I’m not in the best mood either. I’m just existing as of right now… and tell your parents I’m fine, they don’t need to worry about me.”

“They’re going to worry about you because they care about you.” you respond “It’s okay to feel this way, as long as you’re existing that means you’re surviving.”

He nodded his head to acknowledge you that he understands what you said… You watched him furrows his eyebrows and purses his lips as his fingers fidgeted with the promise ring on your finger.

Over the past few days, the two of you had many conversations about the things that had happened within in past few months but also the things that are going to be happening the New Year.

You didn’t feel the need to talk to him about the thoughts going through his mind right now because it would just be repetitive conversations… Instead you reach over to the nightstand and grab the mug of hot chocolate to hand over to Joe.

Before taking the drink from your hand, he sits up on up the bed with his back against the headboard… As he took the mug from your hand, whispering a “Thank You” before taking a sip of the hot chocolate drink.

Joe hums in delight as the hot chocolate drink soothes his mind, taking another deep breath as he sips his drink and closes his eyes to enjoy it… Your mother’s famous hot chocolate drink is his favorite drink in the world, he feels at peace with the mug of hot chocolate in his hand and you sitting right next to him on the bed.

“This is the best hot chocolate that I’ve drank in my life.” Joe declares, resting his head back on the headboard.

“You say that every-time you drink my mom’s hot chocolate.” you giggle in response.

“I say it every time because it’s true.” Joe says, before taking another sip of the hot chocolate drink.

“Make sure you tell my mom that, she loves when the hot NFL Quarterback praises her hot chocolate cause it boosts her ego.” you exclaim, causing Joe to laugh.

As the minutes go by, he has taken more sips of his hot chocolate drink while the both of you watch the snow fall from the window… He felt relaxed as his mind had settled down from those overwhelming thoughts.

It was a peaceful atmosphere in your childhood bedroom, your body was now laying next to Joe as he had one arm around your shoulder as your head rested on his chest.

“I know we have snow in Cincinnati… but nothing will compare to the snowfall in Québec.” you whisper.

Joe hums in response, taking his last sip of the hot chocolate drink before reaching over to place the empty mug on your nightstand, “It is a pretty view.”

“It still is too cold to go outside and enjoy it.” you say, “But maybe if it gets a little warmer in a few days we can go outside and build a snowman.”

“Are you wanting to build a snowman just because we watched Frozen last night?” Joe asked.

“ ‘Do You Wanna Build A Snowman’ has been stuck in my head all day!” you exclaim. “But honestly, it’s been years since I’ve built a snowman… and maybe building a snowman can cheer you up from your mood swings.”

“I am cheered up… I told you that I’m fine.” Joe says.

“Did my mom’s hot chocolate cheer you up?” you ask, sitting up from your spot next to him.

"Your smile always cheers me up.” Joe answers, causing you to roll your eyes as your smile grew bigger.

“Stop trying to flirt with me and answer the question.” you exclaim, causing Joe to laugh.

“Alot of things that you and your parents have done for me since we’ve arrived here have helped cheer me up.” Joe says, “And I’m sorry for being in these mood swings since before our trip back here started.”

You pout as you lean forward to peck his lips, “You don’t need to apologize for anything. My parents and I just want you to be happy after the rough few months, and we’ll do what we need to do to help you.”

The prettiest smile that he’s ever seen appears on your face as you lean back from him, a rosy blush spreads across the cheeks of his face as a small smile appears.

You decide to kiss him on the lips one more time, before pulling away to stand up from the bed causing Joe to furrow his eyebrows and pout, “Where are you going?” he asks as you’re walking towards the door.

“I’m going get us a slice of pumpkin pie… I bet that’ll cheer you up more than a smile.” you state.

Joe shakes his head, “Trust me… Nothing is better than your smile.”

“Stop trying to flirt with me Burrow!” you exclaim causing him to laugh, before walking out the bedroom.

There are still alot of things that are on his mind, but none of those thoughts are about the things that happened in the past… Joe thought about the things that the two of you had talked about in regarding the future of the New Year, also he thought about the promise ring on your right ring finger that he was fidgeting with and how soon there would be a ring on your left ring finger.

The engagement ring box was hidden in the drawer of your nightstand, he knew that there was no chance that you’ll open the nightstand’s drawer… He didn’t have a plan on what day he was going to propose to you or how the proposal is going to go, but he knows that he wanted to be by your side for the rest of his life.

As he turned his head to watch the snowfall in Québec, he had hope that things would be different things year.

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sanjisluvbot · 6 months

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Isekai Yandere Strawhats X Black Fem reader Chapter 19

Masterlist

It felt like the entirety of the last few months was a dream. Not being able to tell anyone about what you had experienced made you feel as if you were on the brink of insanity. You were back to the old life, not that you were angry, or sad for that matter. Your surroundings were just blurry and so was your mind.

You didn’t pay attention to most things that were in front of you, that’s why it took you so long to realize that next week was thanksgiving. A part of you, the part that suffered and laughed with these people was still somehow stuck in that universe. You had read online a few years ago that prolonged time in another reality would make you feel every symptom you were feeling now, you ignored it.

This wave of repressed emotions trampled you, it kept you stuck to the ground drowning in an abyss of confusion. “ Y/n I need you to go to the market adn buy the perishables for thursday and– are you listening to me?” knocking you back into your world you seen your mother looking at you in concern. Poor woman had absolutely no idea what was happening to you.

Everyone around you noticed the change, they simply thought you were going through teenage angst or something else. You would laugh to yourself at times, imagine if they really knew of the turmoil you were dealing with. You would be dropped off at the hospital with quickness.

At night you didn’t sleep the same, although you were almost always fighting for your life you were also accustomed to the sounds of the waves and the subtle rocking of the ship which helped you fall asleep. The night before thanksgiving you were forced to relive the events of what happened, as your cousin talked your ear off you slowly tuned out the noise when remembering the bone chilling statements of the strawhats.

“ Y/n… if you leave you will regret this.”

Law was injured, he had been fighting both Luffy and Zoro to give you more time, the rest of the two crews were fighting amongst themselves while you were below deck of the polar tang trying to drown out the noise. The screams of your name were angry, betrayed, and vicious. Luffy shoved his way through Law stretching his arm to grab onto the ship, Law was quick though and used his ability before Zoro could strike him. You were hiding in his room with the door locked and his desk shoved in front of it, the two of you knew how much of a gamble you were taking.

After agreeing that he would come with you and finally going through your plan you both silently agreed that maybe, in the future after Wano he would come. You knew that although it was unspoken that would probably never happen, you completely altered this timeline. This version of the one piece world was tainted by you in some of the worst ways, turning the heroes into villains that you seen them go up against and the villains that they’ve never even come face to face with.

You wish you could have law by your side at this moment, and just as you were about the break down the door began to rattle on it’s hinges.

“ Y/n! I know you’re in there, just come out. We can fix this, we can be as we used to. Don’t leave us.” Luffy sobbed.

You quickly rushed under the bed. What a cliche you thought. You had to get serious now, it was time to go home and you weren’t going to let anyone or anything stop you. You were in over your head when you got here but you weren’t to blame. Who would’ve know that the people you admire the most would turn out to be monsters.

When the door unlocked you were almost a memory, fading from this world and from the strawhast grap. Luffy quickly rushed under the bed trying to grasp at the strans off you, the anger in his body welling up. Law had slowly stalked in behind him with his infamous smirk, and Zoro was not too far behind. Angrily he dragged your feather of a body from beneath the bed, “ Y/n… if you leave you will regret this.”

Ashiver ran down your spine but you wouldn’t give himthe satisfaction of seeng you terrified for the last time. When your eyes fluttered yuou realizied you were back in your room, everything as it was and you decided to do the last thing in order to severe the link between that world nd yours. Without another thought you rushed around your room like a mad woman, scrambling for the bits and pieces you needed and when all was said and done you collapsed.

When you came to it your mother was calling you and your cousin to run a few errands for her. The chill of the fall weather helped keep you grounded and you finally felt like you could fully enjoy their company without being lost in what should be forgotten memories.

The next few months were a breath of fresh air. You were becoming whole again and life had more meaning than just escaping. You began speaking to people online about your experience, you put into a story. To others your story was fiction, a thought borne from the imagination plastered into the net for an online audience to enjoy. But to you, this was your life story, and you knew it would be far from over.

The End… of chapter 1

Authors Note: I would just like to say how grateful I am. When I started this series and this account I was at the lowest point of my life, I thought I would live in a never-ending nightmare forever until I started writing. I am so happy that so many people enjoyed this series and I apologize for stringing you along after maybe like the tenth chapter, I want you to know that although at one point I didn't really know what to do with this story anymore I fully put my all into every chapter. I am not a perfect writer but the comments of you all saying how much you like my story and you want more chapters gave me a breath of life that I desperately needed in order to continue. Thank you all and I hope you continue to watch me grow as a writer. - Symphony

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dearest-painter · 1 year

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How much time has passed.. PT.1

Summary: Y/N is tired…they’ve forgotten how long it’s been since they weren’t tired or with their friends…they’ve forgotten how long they’ve been stuck in this spider society that they want nothing to do with. When Y/N says fuck it and helps their old friend out it causes problems with people who wanted them as their child

TW/CW:Yandere behavior, unhealthy behavior, unhealthy relationship,abusive behavior,abusive relationship,Reader is Peni Parker,Reader is burnt out and sleep deprived,Reader talks to themselves in a silent tone,very out of character characters,this is a series,Reader fixed their robot,Reader is unwillingly in the spider society and has destroyed her watch with an amount of 8 times,people might be out of character,tell me if I need to add more

PT.2

Yawing as you stretched from your hammock or web hammock, you fixed your tie and cardigan you got down from the hammock. Grabbing your robots suitcase you decided to go to the spider society’s cafeteria as you were hungry. How long have you been asleep? 15 minutes? An hour? A day? Who knows at this point. “Hey little one!” You waved at the spider-people passing you with a half tired and half asleep smile, you didn’t like being here but Miguel forces you to be in the spider society.

You got some food and sat down eating it and drinking coffee. Recently sleep has been more difficult in both waking up and falling asleep, ever since you and your friends parted ways so much things happened. Peter B got a baby, Gwen is best friends with Hobie which is understandable, and Spider-Noir isn’t really seen at spider society. Oh miles your absolute best friend isn’t even allowed to be in spider society for something he never asked at all!

Miguel tried calling your phone but all you did was stare at it, Miguel has been getting more annoying lately and you didn’t wanna deal with it damnit! Getting up you went to your little hideout but once you sat down Mile immediately hide behind the desk in your hideout. You two stared at each other for some time before you started laughing then lunged and hugged him, he hugged you back quickly and tightly. You both started laughing as you rolled around on the ground.

“Mil! Oh my goodness it’s been so long! How’ve you been!?” “I’ve been well! Oh you look so tired are you getting enough sleep N/N?” “Sorta, more problems in my universe and I guess I have insomnia or something but are you hurt at all!?” “No no I just ran away from some crazy people” “oh my god!” He nodded his head he chuckled. You two decided to play some video games as neither of you wanted to take the risk of leaving as everyone was looking for Miguel.

Soon Hobie and Gwen saw you two dancing. “Fuck you stepped on my foot Y/N!” “I told you I got to left feet the fuck did you expect!?” They way you two laughed it was honestly adorable or in Hobie’s eyes it was while in Gwen’s she was jealous as not everyone can make you laugh now a days! “Okay one more time okay!” “Okay but next time you step on my foot Imma throw my damn mask at you” “Pussy” Miles took his mask off and threw it at your face making you laugh. “Oh Hobie, Gwen..Hi” Miles waved and you just nodded your head as you put on Miles’s mask.

“Never knew you could laugh Y/N, you should try it more but I ain’t forcing ya” You chuckled at Hobie’s comment, he always made sure to make everyone comfortable while sticking to his beliefs which you idolize a bit. “Well Miles is sorta my best friend, he knows all the words or pranks to make me laugh” “Hey someone’s gotta do it and I don’t plan on letting anyone take that place!” Miles tried getting his mask off of you but you kept dodging and giggling until it was a full on chase. “Gwen you’ve been quite..why?” “Nothing it’s just…I’m jealous that Miles can make them smile, laugh, or giggle after not seeing them for so long while I’ve tired my best!” Hobie sighed. “Listen, their close. Their basically siblings, their bound will be stronger then other bounds. Nothing people will do or say can break them apart. Seeing each other after so long their bound becomes stronger and tighter…ya feel?”

She didn’t, she was still jealous but sighed and pretended she understood. “Yeah…thanks Hobie” “No probs” the two watch how miles and you play fought with him trying to grab his mask and you giggling while swatting his hands away. It was a cute sight honestly.

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thewulf · 1 year

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My Girl || Tom "Iceman" Kazansky

Summary: Request! Hello!! I saw that your requests are open, and was wondering if you could do a beau "cyclone" Simpson or a tom "iceman" Kazansky one shot, where cyclone/iceman are in an established relationship w a doctor and dagger squad/1986 top gun squad find out about the reader?

A/N: This one was so fun to write, although a bit shorter than my normal one shots. It just came so easily. I went with Tom in the Original 1986 version! There’s lots of flipping back and forth between names and callsigns, just a warning!

Pairing: Tom "Iceman" Kazansky x Y/N

Word Count: 3,200+

Once you parked your car in the driveway you took a moment to collect your thoughts. The residency was tough, kicking your ass even. You had opted to go into pediatric surgery which wasn’t for the faint of heart. More often than not things did go your way but today was one of those days where you lost a baby right at the end of the surgery, shattering you. These cases always felt worse than the best cases made you feel happy.

Tom was home you noted. His truck sitting in the driveway next to your much smaller car. He had moved into your condo after three years of dating. Things between the two of you were great. More than great. The both of you understood how demanding each other’s careers were so when you did get time together you loved to just relax with each other. You were rather looking forward to falling asleep on Tom’s shoulder or lap in a few hours.

Walking through the front door you found him sitting on the couch reading through what looked like a manual. Tom had just gotten into Top Gun with his RIO Slider, or as you knew him, Ron. Luckily, Top Gun wasn’t far from where you he was already stationed in San Diego so selfishly you got to have him home for a little while longer. That was the hardest of it all when Tom was deployed on a mission. You knew just how good he was in the air but there was that fear that always sat in the back of your mind when he left. You always just prayed he’d make it home safe. He hadn’t let you down yet.

“Hi baby,” Leaning down you kissed his cheek. Breaking him right of the trance he was in, “Everything okay?”

“Y/N.” He smiled pulling your neck down for an actual kiss, “I’m great sweetheart. Just making sure I’ve got everything before our practical tomorrow. Viper wasn’t happy we shot him down today, so I think he wants to prove a point.”

“Pete giving you any trouble today?” You asked while plopping yourself down next to him. Cuddling into him you took a deep breath finding immense comfort in his scent.

He grinned pulling you right on top of him, throwing the manual off to the side, “Mav’s always giving me trouble. But I don’t want to talk about him. I want to talk about you. How was your day?”

You sighed placing your head onto his chest, “Not good T. Lost an infant. Another five-year-old isn’t doing great either.” You didn’t feel like elaborating. Tom already knew how you felt. Completely and utterly defeated.

Rubbing your head he squeezed you with his other hand, “I’m sorry baby.”

“It’s okay,” You whispered, “Occupational hazard I suppose.”

“Doesn’t make it any easier.” He placed his chin on top of your head, “It’s okay to be sad.”

“I know, you make it easier though.” Mumbling you closed your eyes, listening to the steady rhythm of your boyfriend’s heart. Always finding comfort in him.

“You can’t fall asleep yet sweetheart.” His vibrations of the laughing coming from his chest only soothing you further.

“And why not?” You pouted while still keeping your eyes closed.

He paused, not sure if he wanted to bring up his plan anymore. See, the guys at Top Gun didn’t believe Ice the last time they were all at the Hard Deck. They didn’t believe he had a doctor girlfriend. Ice refused to even look at another woman knowing you were working late that night. Really the only reason he ever went out was if you were stuck at the hospital. He’d much rather spend his nights in with you on the couch watching some dumb show neither of you paid attention to.

Mav and Goose teased that he had no game. Not accepting that he had a girlfriend. Nonetheless one that was literally smarter than all of them combined. Claiming that Ice was far too cold of a person to ever get a girlfriend like that. Let alone keep one for four years. But your Tom was a whole lot different than the Iceman that all the aviators knew.

They really didn’t believe him when he described you. Even a few other aviators had to agree with the pair. Not believing Iceman was emotionally capable of obtaining somebody like you for that amount of time. You sounded way too grounded, smart, and beautiful to be wrapped up in the life of an aviator’s girlfriend. But the two of you made it work. You always made it a point to communicate as much as you could, even when things were tough.

The whole group all about lost it when Ice showed off the engagement ring he carried around with him. He didn’t know when he was going to propose to you, but he wanted to have the ring ready to go for when it felt right. He’d bought it a few months ago, the longer he lived with you the more it reinforced that he knew you were it for him. He saw himself starting a family with you. Being forever happy with you.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to babe.” He kissed the top of your head, “I was thinking we go to the Hard Deck tonight?”

You looked up at him turning your head in confusion. He never invited you to the Hard Deck. Not that you minded, at all. That was his place with the guys. You trusted Tom with your life. Of course, you’d let him have his place, “The Hard Deck?”

“Mhmm,” He rubbed circles on your back, “Maybe you could grab a few drinks, not think about the day?”

“Did you say the Hard Deck?” You asked again, making sure you heard him right.

“Yes.” He smiled, “There something wrong with it?”

You shook your head quickly, “No! I just haven’t been with you before.”

He frowned almost instantly, “Really?”

“Yeah, but it never bothered me. I promise. I know it’s your place.” You gave him a quick peck on the cheek.

“No wonder they don’t believe me.” Tom sighed leaning back into the couch, pulling you right along with him.

Over time you found that Tom’s love language was physical touch and quality time. He always pulled you into him or onto him. He found solace in your touch, loving every single second of it.

“What are you talking about?” You laughed, “You’re confusing me tonight, T.”

He smiled at his favorite nickname, “The guys don’t believe that you exist. That I’m making you up.”

“Ahh, now you’re making some more sense my love.” You giggled, “You want to show them that I exist then?”

He smirked pinching your side, “I want to show you off baby.”

“I’ve got a lot of work to do if you want to show me off.” You sighed feeling the ugliness of the day consuming the way you felt as well.

“Hardly. You’re so beautiful.”

Blushing lightly, you never got tired of the shower of compliments he always gave you, “Shush you cheese.”

“Only for you.” He bopped your nose.

“Let me shower really quick and then we can go.”

“Yeah?” He smiled knowing you would do anything for him, “We don’t have to go if you’re tired and just want to relax.”

You shook your head, “And miss my chance to meet Maverick? The only human whose ever made you angry. Never.” You giggled hopping right off him and running upstairs before he could protest.

You opted for a nice floral sundress. One because it was over a hundred damn degrees in San Diego during the summer and two you had to dress to impress. Tom wanted to show you off and you wanted to try your best. Hopefully you weren’t as awkward as you normally felt you were.

“Baby, you look amazing. As always.” Tom winked pulled you into his side, “I’m so lucky.”

“Always such a mush.” You cooed wrapping an arm around his side.

“What? I can’t fawn over my beautiful girl.”

Blushing you rolled your eyes, “Shush, you know what you’re doing.”

He shrugged, “I love seeing you blush.” Chucking he gave you a squeeze before going to open the door for you. The ride to the Hard Deck was short, you lived close to the base. You didn’t work at the Naval hospital but the civilian one down the road.

Before he let you hop out, he stopped you, “I might act a little different than normal.”

“Like what?” You smiled seeing him so nervous.

“A bit of an asshole.”

Your turn to laugh, “I expected that, Tom. I do pay attention to your stories you know.”

He returned your smile with one of his own, “God, I love you. You know that?”

Nodding your head, you leaned in for a kiss, “I do. I love you to pieces too.”

Breaking the kiss, he quickly got out to open the door for you. Four years later and you never grew tired of his gestures. He always thought of you in everything that he did. How could you not be madly in love with a man like that?

He wrapped his arm around your shoulders pulling you close into him as you both entered the bar. Whether he was staking his claim on you or what you didn’t care, you loved being close to him. You loved it even more when he wasn’t afraid to show it. Who knew a bunch of Naval aviators would push him to do something so wildly out of his comfort zone. Tom at home was lovey and mushy always. Tom in public was sweet but never got too affectionate. Nothing like what he was doing right now.

Tom quickly spotted Slider pulling you along with him. He let you take the seat next to him white he stood behind you.

“I’ll be damned. Is this Y/N really out at the Hard Deck.” Ron put his aviators on top of his head eyeing the pair curiously. You adored Tom’s RIO. You guys often had him over for dinner once you moved in. He was good company and saw the rare soft side that Tom really only reserved for you on occasion.

“Your eyes don’t deceive you, Ronny.” You grinned using your favorite nickname for him. It still felt odd calling him Slider even though that’s exclusively how Tom referred to him as.

Ron looked up towards Ice waiting for his response, “What?” Ice questioned his RIO.

“Mav and Goose get under your skin that bad?”

Tom scoffed, “Hardly. I just wanted to go out with my girl. Is that such a crime?”

Ron smirked up at his friend knowing he was bullshitting him hard. Ever since Ice heard what happened to Cougar with the MIG’s and dropping out of the Navy as a whole pissed him off. Mav took Cougar’s spot. His rightful spot that he worked years for. Of course, he held resentment. Then he met the guy. He had to admit that you were right. There weren’t many people who could agitate Tom, Mav ended up being one.

Tom spotted him just as he was thinking of him sitting across the bar. Smirking Tom decided to lean down and give you a long kiss on the cheek hoping Mav would see before whispering, “Mav, 2 o’clock.” To you.

You looked over in that general direction and had to have spotted the man that seemed to torture your Tom. He looked a little shocked before replacing it was a cocky façade you were sure most aviators wore.

It wasn’t a moment later the man made his way over to where the three of you were.

“Your girl actually exists Ice?” Pete asked Tom but looked at you. He couldn’t seem to take his eyes off you.

Taking a long sip of your cocktail you eyed him up and down, “That’s it?” You looked back up at Tom curiously.

“What hon?” He asked you quizzically. Not having a clue what you were getting at.

“I was just expecting more that’s all.” You smiled sweetly at the man. Ron up and started laughing. Tom’s mouth almost completely dropped, and Pete looked a little pissed.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Pete questioned you with a confused expression garnering his face.

You shrugged, “For such a dominant callsign of Maverick I was just expecting more. That’s all.”

“What are you doing?” Tom whispered in your ear albeit with a small smile forming on his face.

“Pissing him off baby.” You kissed his cheek slowly.

“Why?”

“Because he pisses you off. Fair is fair.” You giggled before grabbing for your cocktail again. You weren’t sure what was coming over you. You weren’t overly attention seeking but when somebody wound up your boyfriend like that you just had to do the same back. Tom protected you fiercely it was your turn to do the same. Even if it was all just in good fun.

Pete stood there confused. You decided to rub salt on the wound, “Would you like a drink or?”

“Are you paying?” He smirked getting his confidence back.

“Ha!” You let out an obnoxious laugh earning the attention of a few more aviators unbeknownst to you, “You wish hot shot. Your boyfriend down there is paying.” You pointed straight to the blonde who was avidly watching what was going down between the group.

You looked up at Tom who looked pleasantly surprised. His girlfriend more than holding her own against the arrogant asshole that drove him mad.

“Goose.” Mav sighed rolling his eyes before darting off to go find him.

You smiled up to your boyfriend feeling the buzz start to take over as you downed your first drink a little too quickly.

“Ice! That’s your girl?” A group of aviators in uniform came over. Turning towards the group you smiled kindly to the trio that made their way over.

“No shit, you actually exist. How do you stand him?”

“Hollywood shut it.” Tom nearly growled stepping closer to your barstool.

“Easily.” You continued after Tom interjected.

“Really?” The one standing next to Hollywood spoke up.

Tom looked like he was going to explode on them if they didn’t back off soon, “Really Wolfman?”

“Just surprising.” He muttered looking away from the gaze that could kill.

“It’s nice to meet you all.” You attempted to break the tension between all the men that happened out of nowhere, “Tom says great things about you all.”

“You too!” Hollywood clapped walking over to you, “Now I need to pick your brain on Iceman over here.”

“No way Hollywood.” Tom laughed blocking him from taking a seat next to you. He had his mask for work for a reason. He had to build up his reputation to be called Iceman, he didn’t want that to be ruined. He was cool calm collected Iceman who never broke in the air. Flew cold as ice. There is no way in hell he’d ever let one of them learn about the other side of himself. The soft side of him. The truer side where he felt his best when he was with you. He knew he was weak for you, but he always knew you were just as weak for him.

Tom never really believed in soul mates before he met you. But when he accidentally ran into you, literally, at the hospital you worked at his heart nearly stopped right then and there. He knocked you flat on your ass, but you were nothing but gracious. You started laughing, likely in embarrassment but it was a better reaction than anger. Tom insisted he buy you a coffee for the trouble and you accepted. You were on hour fourteen of a hell shift and a coffee sounded more than wonderful. From that moment on Tom believed. He was so thankful he literally ran you over.

Little did the two of you know that would kick off the world wind romance you found yourself in, but you couldn’t be more grateful. Tom was everything to you. You quickly fell in love with him, and it terrified you. You were so useed to shitty men and shitty relationships this relationship made you constantly on edge. Waiting on the other shoe to drop. But it never did. Tom just kept treating you better and better the longer you two dated. It was month four that you knew you loved him deeply. Luckily, he told you first which negated any fear you had in the relationship.

“Come on Ice!” Hollywood attempted to pout earning a laugh from Slider and Wolfman.

“Like I said. No fucking way.”

Smiling you loved watching the interaction between all of the aviators. He was different but he was still your Tom. He just threw that mask up to protect himself. You understood. You had to do the same thing at work. Feeling like you had to be a stone-cold bitch many times to prove yourself to your attending because you were a woman. There weren’t many woman surgeons let alone ones that specialized in pediatrics in the 80’s. You were sure that Tom would hardly recognize you at work, an almost heartless version of yourself.

A few more aviators came over seeing a crowd forming around you. Tom viscerally groaned knowing this was likely going to happen. He brought it upon himself but now the guys were picking on him by giving you so much attention. Tom wanted nothing more than to throw you over his shoulder and take you home away from all of them.

“Ice! She’s pretty. How in the hell did you manage that?”

Tom rolled his eyes knowing you heard the comment, “Shut up Merlin.”

Slider started cracking up seeing the irritation grow on his pilot’s face, “Hey Merlin, ever thought it was because he’s amazing in the sack?”

Your face grew bright red at the comment. He surely wasn’t wrong, but you certainly weren’t going to admit it to the now group of pilots that surrounded you and Ron at the bar.

Ice slapped the back of his head, “The hell is wrong with you?”

“Her face is bright red! It must be true!”

You shrugged grabbing your refreshed cocktail instead of answering.

“Oh, shut the hell up Goose!” Tom groaned flipping him off earning a roar of laughter from the Top Gun group.

“I always knew you were a legend man.” Slider commented while winking over at him making sure to dig his hole deeper.

“You’re on my shit list.” Tom tried to keep a straight face before joining in the group laughing at the situation.

For the next few hours, you chatted with random pilots finding the best conversation with Nick Bradshaw. He reminded you of your brother finding an easy casual conversation with him. You still made sure to give Pete a hard time, for the sake of Tom.

Tom pulled you aside when he had enough, “Ready to go home? I want some time with you sweetheart.”

You nodded finding it so attractive he wanted you to himself, “Let’s go.”

He helped you up from your stool waving the crowd of aviators off. The two of you blaming your work for your early departure. One perk of being a doctor is being able to use that as an excuse to leave anything you didn’t want to be at.

“For the record, I’m not only with you because you’re good in bed. But it’s a perk.”

He smirked, “Let’s utilize that perk when we get home, yeah?”

You looped your arm in his, “Hell yeah.”

“That’s my girl.”

@wildellaa I hope you enjoy!

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goszixx · 8 months

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Your fault

Note: I have such a huge headache right now. Also this was not how the story was suppose to turn out so I might make another part 2… again. Though I found a new idea for Choso.

Warning: public, office sex, Gojo watching, grinding, masturbating, oral female receiving, jealous Gojo.

Ten years and you still haven’t noticed. Ten years and you haven’t noticed how his gaze lingers on you a little longer than anyone else. The way he waits patiently for you, following you around like a little dog everywhere you go. Maybe you haven’t noticed because his cocky attitude hides it all. If anyone were to make fun of the way he acted around you he’d brush it off and laugh. As if they were crazy, as if they were obsessed with the mere thought. Maybe that’s why.

You leaned back as your feet swung over his desk. Your hair was pinned up in a tight bun, legs wrapped by a pencil skirt. The tight button up you wore strangled your chest, the color matching the crystal glare trying its hardest not to stare. To Gojo, your words were muffled, his brain running circles on the fact your legs were so close.

Pretty and long, the skirt could only expose the knee and down but that was enough for him. Enough for him to picture them spread open, over his back as he-

“Satoru, can you listen to me for once?” You pursed with a raised brow. Gojo raised his hands in defense, his glasses falling slightly down the bridge of his nose. “My bad, and I listen all the time. This time I was distracted.”

“By?” You asked with an eye roll. Your best friend ignored the question and tried to continue the previous conversation.

The white haired man sighed as the hours ticked by slowly. You were back to your office, no doubt pinching your brows at someone’s sloppy penmanship. A co-worker peeked into Gojo’s office, his blonde hair falling down his forehead messily. “What’s up, Nanami? You look like you just woke up.” Gojo scoffed as he leaned forward.

The blonde cleared his throat and adjusted his locks, “Y/n… she let me take a nap since I’ve been here for the past 24 hours. She’s very kind. I was wondering if you knew any way I could repay her?”

Gojo’s eyes widened slightly at the question. Nanami has been working overtime like crazy so it’s not shocking that he’d fall asleep eventually. And it’s true, you are kind, so kind that you’ve even done some of Gojo’s work when stuff piles up on the holidays. However, the thought of you spending time in Nanami’s office, alone and comfortable, irked Gojo.

He knew he was the jealous type. Years of crushing on you and scowling at your ex-boyfriend’s have proved that. However, you haven’t dated in a while. Your entire approach to relationships changed after leaving college, making you treasure the sexual aspects. Gojo’s heard plenty of stories of your goofy one night stands, which also made his stomach flatten.

Another scoff left the man, “A simple thank you should be enough don’t you think? She’s a very busy person.”

Nanami quirked a brow at the response with a frown, “I suppose. I thought you’d be the best person to ask since you are the closest to her. But I guess I was wrong.”

The statement made Gojo freeze. He was stuck long enough for Nanami to calmly leave. Once the coworker left, Satoru fell to his chair. His hand gripped the edge of his desk, his nails digging into the material. Jealousy, heaping amounts of it scorned across his skin.

“Fuck.” The white-haired man cursed before resting his forehead down. It pressed against his desk, smudging as he closed his eyes. His anger could correlate to the fact it’s now late, the sunlight beamed behind him and people began to leave.

Eyelids heavy, Gojo decided to give into sleep. He folded his arms and adjusted himself in his chair before falling asleep.

A loud bang caused the white-haired man to jerk up. His locks loomed messily as his eyes felt like gummies. His vision was hazy but slowly fixed itself as he took notice of the things around him. His office… a groan left the man when he realized.

Stars reflected from the large windows behind him. They shined throughout the room, providing enough light for Gojo to turn on his lamp. When the man stood up, he stretched his arms into the air with a yawn. His eyes traveled to circumspect the area before landing on what caused the noise. Apparently one of his decorations fell.

It was supposed to be on the top shelf, on the wall that connects his office with yours. The bang from before echoed in his mind, making Gojo become worried. Maybe something happened to you? Maybe you fell or…

Gojo tip toed to your office; he tried to make the least amount of noise possible. He didn’t want to invade your privacy, but for some reason he felt that he needed to check on you.

Light glowed from beneath the wooden door. A window was engraved in the middle but it was blurred for privacy reasons. However, Gojo came to notice that the door was slightly cracked open.

Curiosity got the better of the man, making him wrap his fingers around the edge of the door. He pulled it open slightly, just enough so he could see what was going on inside. His eyes widened when he heard a faint whimper.

“Thank you…” Nanami sighed softly, his head laid back as he tried to spread his legs wider. The blonde’s eyes were covered by his spotted tie. The edges of the cloth lingered behind his head, the sides covered by escaping blond strands.

Gojo’s eyes flickered to you, your legs swinging off your own desk. At Least that’s what he thought your position was. When Nanami suddenly jerked, that didn’t prove to be true. The top of your heel pressed flat against the bulge in the worker’s pants. The blonde squirmed slightly, his nails digging into the armrest of your office chair.

“Come on Nanami, how am I suppose to know what you want if you don’t tell me?” You purred. More pressure added to the blonde’s covered erection.

You leaned forward, taking your hand and sliding your index finger under his chin. Coaxing him closer, you press a slow kiss on his lips. Gojo watched as Nanami melted against you, his voice muffled. When you let go, both him and Gojo were more attentive than ever.

An emptiness swelled in Gojo’s chest, all his heat seeming to travel down. The white-haired man shuddered as his grip on the door tightened. Nanami slumped back into his seat with a sigh. He looked messed up, completely out of it.

Yellow light from the lamp made the red on his cheeks glow more. Nanami’s tongue peeked from his lips to taste the small traces left of you. “I want to thank you, Miss. Do whatever you want to me.”

A little scoff left your lips, “Then shouldn’t you be touching me, Nanami?” You bent forward to grab one of his hands and placed it on your chest. Gojo’s eyes widened further, he was unable to look away no matter how much his lower half throbbed.

Your shirt was open, one of your boobs were being fondled by Nanami while the other was covered by your blue laced bra. The blonde let out heavy pants as you continued to grind your heel against his burning erection. But, Nanami didn’t complain, he only tried his hardest to keep up with you. To impress you, to thank you. You threw your head back, small bits of your tied locks becoming loose. Seeing Nanami manhandle your chest, seeing the blonde bite his lips as he struggles to not come undone. Gojo couldn’t stop himself from palming his erection.

The feather touches on his bulge had him hissing. The white haired man looked up to the cameras. A red light next to the camera glowed, meaning the devices were turned off.

“Are you just going to sit there hard?” Your voice cut through, making Gojo jump a bit. He swore you were talking to him but your eyes were still on Nanami. Twitching, Nanami shook his head. Your foot left his crotch as the blonde's hands fidgeted around his zipper. “W-what do you need Miss?”

What a loser, Gojo thought— not that he was much better. The best friend also found himself fumbling with his pants. A sigh leaving his lips when his erection came free. Gojo thought he was crazy for what he was about to do, but how could he not? You were half naked, legs spread, hair messy and shirt off. You looked gorgeous. It was almost unfair.

“Pleasure yourself, if you do I’ll let you eat me out. Can you do that for me, Nanami?” You purred, your fingers tracing his sharp jaw. The blonde gave a firm nod as he fell to his knees. Gojo’s knees buckled as his hands gripped the edge of the door harder. The white haired man was close to panting, his chest tight.

His hand shakily grabbed his erection, his pale fingers wrapping around the girth. “Fuck.” He hissed in a whisper from the warm contact. His thumb slid over his slit, collecting the beads of precum that gathered on the edge. Gojo gave himself a long stroke, biting his lips as blush spread across his cheeks.

“There you go, how does that feel?” Your voice came through again and Gojo swore he was going to lose it. Nanami’s face was shoved in your cunt as his tongue eagerly worked inside you. Your eyes trailed down to his hand that stroked himself slowly. It rubbed his precum up and down his shaft at a painstaking pace.

Teeth dug into Gojo’s lips as he tried to not cum immediately. His body was hot, sweat sticking to his button up shirt. Slacks piled by his legs as his boxers struggled to stay up. His own index finger traced the veins of his cock, his mind picturing how you’d stroke him. “It feels good, so good.” Gojo whispered, his brows furrowed.

Nanami’s tongue rubbed circles around your clit before probing between your lower lips. He devoured you, felt your gummy walls around his tongue. He was so lucky, “I want to do that to you…” Gojo trailed off. His hazy vision focused on the way you tugged on Nanami’s hair.

“M-Miss I-I want you to cum on my face please?” Nanami begged. The blonde’s face left your legs. His eyes were heavy, glossed in lust as his hand kept pumping his length. “I’m going to cum soon Miss, I want you to as well.”

Gojo could see your arousal dripping from his chin, making a surge of precum drip down his own tip. Jealousy swelled in his chest and his cock. You smiled and spread your legs a little wider, “Be my guest. I didn’t realize how much of a slut you were Nanami.”

The blonde’s eyes glowed when looking at your sloppy pussy. “Only for you, Miss.” The blonde hurried himself inside you, this time more eager than ever. His lips surrounded your clit, sucking the nerves with passion. Gojo’s mouth watered at the thought. His face between your legs, his tongue fucking you. “Faster Nanami, I’m close.”

Both Gojo and Nanami picked up their pace. Gojo pumped his cock while his hands and legs shook from pleasure. Nanami’s erection trembled as your thighs squeezed around his head. Muffled thank you’s vibrated your cunt as you came on the blonde’s tongue. Nanami’s chest was coated in white while Gojo’s pants became stained.

The blonde lapped up any leftover fluid, he wanted more, so much more. Gojo struggled to not hit the floor as he pulled up his pants and boxers.

You let out a whimsical chuckle, “What good boys.”

Extra note: (Spoiler for the manga) trust my man’s alive.

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roosterbruiser · 11 months

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“murmuring sweet things into their ears” with cherry and rooster 🥹🥹

𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐒𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩

When you sleep, you're very quiet.

The kind of quiet that is made up of noiseless fluttering lashes and soft swallows and tiny sighs and satin sheets gliding across your skin like warm margarine on the smooth surface of brioche. You're smaller, too--smaller than you usually are. Knees drawn to your chest like a fetus, hands tucked under your pillow as if in prayer, cheek pressed against the bed with the slight weight of your dreams.

More than quiet, though--you're still.

You're finally fucking still. You're not bopping around the corner, ducking out of the room at a precise and crucial moment when Rooster is finally distracted enough to peel his vision from you, to take a bump with Jake. You're not stripping naked, pressing yourself up against the glass sliding doors and lewdly kissing the glass with your mouth open and tongue out while Rooster tries to make a business call. You're not flipping through his records while he reclines on the sofa with a drink and a cigar, insisting that he modernize his collection. You're not loudly singing How Deep Is Your Love while drinking your seventh Harvey Wallbanger, slinky nightgown slipping off your shoulders and bare toes digging into the rug in the living room.

Right now, you're very quiet and very still. You fell asleep as soon as he shifted the Thunderbird into gear, at first against your window with your lipstick staining the glass. But then Rooster leaned over, hooked his hand around the delicate column of your throat, and pulled you until your cheek was against his thigh and your body was stretched out across the leather seats.

And that's where you've been ever since--sleeping on his lap.

The two of you were out at dinner almost all night with the usual crowd--licking your fingers clean of the salt that covered the calamari, crunching the sugary ice from your Harvey Wallbanger's, laughing at everything and nothing, dancing to a few songs with Jake while everyone watched on.

Rooster knew you were tired--you usually are after your fifth or sixth drink, especially if you're not taking bumps every half hour. He noticed, too, that you had been seated for closer to two hours. That's almost a record for you at this point.

"Gonna knock out, Cherry-baby?" He asked you quietly, moving your hair from your ear, pressing a delicate kiss to the curve of your jaw.

With your elbows resting on the table and your disposition sunny--but your eyes heavy and your smile loose--you'd just softly shaken your head at him.

"Right," he said, all disbelief and sarcasm. He took a sip of his drink. "No sleep for the wicked, right?"

You stuck your tongue out at him and he leaned over quick, pressing his mouth against yours, welcoming your sugar-coated tongue.

"You're nasty," you whispered to him, obviously delighted.

"You make me nasty," Rooster whispered back.

Now Rooster is just driving around. Really, he could've been home a little bit over half an hour ago. But you're sleeping so soundly, so silently, so still that he can't bring himself to make the turn into the neighborhood. He just keeps making turns, chewing on a cigar as he listens to the radio on low.

He can feel every precious breath falling from your lips, all soft and delicate and warm. He's stroking your hair with one hand while he steers with the other, his own eyes growing heavy.

He glances at the clock--it's almost two.

He's just about to turn around, to finally start back home, when you turn your face suddenly. He looks down at you, brows raised in surprised, and you're blinking up at him with your eyes shining and bleary.

"Roo?" You whisper, slurring.

"Yeah, baby?" He responds, cupping your cheek.

"I love you so much," you whisper. "I just...I don't know what I'd do without you, daddy. I think I was lost before, you know?"

And then you're turning your cheek again, lulled by the movement of the car and Rooster's scent and the radio softly playing. You're warm all over from this love, from him, from the protection you feel.

Rooster's shocked for a moment--too stunned to speak. His heart is beating so hard, so fast, that he thinks it might fall out of his chest and into your hair. Squaring his jaw, he holds your hair.

"I'd do anything for you," Rooster whispers to you, though he knows you're sleeping again. A passing streetlight makes your face glow gold. "You saved me, baby. You saved me."

Rooster digs you all the time--in every state, in every way, in every fashion. But right now, right this second, it's the most he's ever loved you.

This feeling, that overwhelming affection that chokes him and coaxes him and makes him feel like his skin is being lit on fire from the inside out, swells up in him at least twice a week. And even thought it happens so often, he knows that it is true every time.

You snuggle further into him, deaf to his words.

"I love you," he finishes. "I really, really love you, Cherry-baby."

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skylarsblue · 1 year

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✦Soldier, Poet, King, Lord. ✦

(I had this idea for awhile as a little blurb. I could draw it, but I don’t have the patience. I wrote this with a headache so it’s not great but I hope you’ll be okay with it anyway) ✧Blurb, GN!reader, They/Them used, no Y/N, random callsign✧

Gaz lifted his head as he entered the common area, listening to some faint singing and some even quieter music. He leaned in carefully and looked around, eyes falling on his teammate. Their sniper, having joined the task force months prior. They had proved themselves quite capable and likable in a short span of time. Kind, strong willed, gently spoken and a good listener. Captain liked that most about them. Johnny liked their creativity, often sharing doodles and ideas for tattoos. Simon…well, he was an enigma, but it was safe to say he liked the new member now. Gaz certainly did.

He crossed his arms and leaned in the doorway, watching them make a cup of tea whilst singing to a song on the phone. He realized that he’d heard it before, they often hummed this tune when things felt too quiet. Occasionally, they could be heard quietly mumbling the lyrics when pulling an all-nighter. Johnny gave them a nickname based on it, and eventually tried to brainstorm call signs for the sniper. Throwing ideas back and forth. Lyre, harpy, songbird. The last one stuck around but was too long for a callsign. It was actually Price that landed on one.

Suddenly, the sniper was Siren.

It was certainly fitting, their voice was rather pleasant. Gaz had fallen asleep to it more than once, much to his embarrassment. He smiled as he listened to them pour the tea. He waited for them to set the kettle down before clearing his throat, startling them. “Jesus! Gaz, you prick, you scared the hell out of me.” Siren sighed, resting a hand over their chest, feeling their beating heart. Kyle chuckled and approached while giving an apology, raising his hands. He watched them add a single spoon of sugar, stirring it. “Good timing though, I finished your cup, it’s still warm.”

Gaz took his specific cup from their hand. Siren had insisted everyone had designated mugs, bought some themselves. Gaz was a forest green with a little cartoon owl on it. They insisted it was fitting for him.

“You’re smart, swift, and deceivingly approachable. People won’t see the danger coming. Plus the flying thing…”

He smiled and took it, sipping the beverage. It was coffee, not tea, and perfectly made to his tastes. It always warmed his soul when Siren remembered something so small about him. About all of them. “Thanks, dove. Those three for the rest of’em?” He asked as he motioned to three more cups, all sporting a specific animal. Siren always enjoyed using metaphors and symbols to represent people, a large sign of their creative side.

Ghost’s was black, sporting a cat with an angry expression. “Because he’s an introvert. Stealthy and sneaky, and dangerous.” Soap had received a red squirrel on a deep blue cup, which he’d managed to chip the edge of within a week of having it. “A small and feisty scavenger.” That was all Siren had said to explain it, which made the team laugh at Soap’s offense at the “small” comment. And the orange cup filled with the strongest, most bitter cup of coffee, displayed a fluffy bear. Siren had given it wordlessly, and when John have a questioning look, they moved on. Refusing to elaborate.

“The guys are getting done with sparring. Captain went pretty hard on Ghost & Soap, tea will probably make’em feel better.” Gaz praised. Siren grabbed their phone and paused the song. “I hope so, you all have been working so hard.” They smiled. Kyle waved his hand dismissively as he took another sip of his coffee. “Oh hush.” They laughed in reply. “I mean it! You guys really deserve a break.” This was something the rest of the team also enjoyed about their most recent teammate. The selflessness they showed, trying their best to make everything easier for those around them. It didn’t go unnoticed.

Siren went to speak again before their phone buzzed loudly. Kyle bit back a snicker as they juggled them device a bit from being startled, thankfully, they caught it. “Ah shit! I can’t stay to chat with you guys, the medic needs my help with some soldiers. Just make sure they get their cups before the drinks go cold, yeah?” Kyle reassured them he would and wished them luck, watching them sprint away.

Kyle sat and waited for the other three men to arrive. But as he waited, he finally noticed a closed book on the counter. A sketchbook. He’d seen Siren using it every now and then. He wasn’t intending to snoop, really, he wasn’t even thinking that much when he slid the book over to him. He opened it and scanned the first page, full of random doodles. Most of the pages were random sketches, some of landscapes, some of objects, a few that he recognized as tattoo designs Siren had proudly shown.

It was toward the middle that Gaz found a sketch of himself. A 3/4 profile of his face. He recognized the moment instantly. After a long mission coming back from a safe house in Siberia, they were picked up in a military issued truck. Gaz spent most of the time staring out the window at the rolling hills covered in snow. Kyle set the cup down and rested his chin on his hand, flipping the page. He found more sketches of his teammates. A bust profile of Soap with a large grin. A sketch from the waist up of their Lieutenant with his arms crossed. Kyle snorted at the drawing of Price, drawn in his typical ‘dad pose’, where he’d lean back and cross his arms.

Siren seemed to draw a lot of inspiration from their team and their life in combat. It was rather flattering, in all honesty. Kyle was so focused he almost missed the sounds of Soap, Ghost, and Price entering the common room. John was first to spot the cups on the counter, gunning for his. “Siren make these?” He asked before taking a drink, Kyle nodded. “What’cha lookin’ at, mate?” Soap asked as he sat beside the pilot, awkwardly stretching to grab his own mug. Simon grabbed his own, but he didn’t remove his mask to drink it, even if they had seen his face before.

“Siren left their sketchbook. Look, they’ve drawn us.” Kyle turned the book to show a page full of doodles of their faces. “Wow…” Soap said softly. “Certainly make my beard look better than it really is.” John complimented. Ghost tilted his head to better look at the pencil marks, gaze softening as he scanned the page. Soap reached for the book and turned the page. These set of drawings were different, and it caught the team’s eye particularly. “That’s Simon and I, yeah? Look like we walked outta fantasy show.” Soap commented as he looked closer. These drawings were more stylized. Johnny & Simon drawn in fantastical clothes and armor. The next page was the designs again, but this time with more movement. Showing both men back to back, Ghost with a sword, Soap with a molotov set ready to throw. “Now that’s what I’m talking about!” Johnny laughed. Gaz narrowed his gaze at the text on the page, carefully written in swirly handwriting.

“There will come a soldier who carried a mighty sword…” A familiar line situated by Simon’s head.

“He will tear your city down. Oh lei, oh lai, oh lord…” The line finished by Soap.

Kyle blinked and tapped the words. “These words, it’s the lyrics to that song they sing all the time!” He stated. It seemed to jog the memory of the rest of them. Price chuckled and looked at Soap & Ghost with a grin. “Suppose you’re the soldiers then. Soap’s certainly torn down some cities.” He commented. Kyle turned the page again and found himself once more, donning medieval fantasy clothing. Scrolls littered around him with a quill in hand, a book in the other. He dabbled in creative writing, mostly in high school. Very rarely did he ever share it with anyone however. But when he was stressed, feeling overwhelmed and in need of an outlet, he would write. He remembered being rather embarrassed when Siren accidentally found a poem he’d slapped together after a mission. Though, they weren’t judgmental, they’d been encouraging actually. But he didn’t think they’d truly remember it.

“There will come a poet who’s weapon is his word, he will slay you with his tongue. Oh lei, oh lai, oh lord…”

“Poet huh? You do like your words and metaphors, Gaz.” Simon said. Kyle flipped him off but it was all light hearted. He lingered on the drawing, unable to prevent himself from smiling. John continued to casually drink his coffee, but he wasn’t expecting himself on the next page. Dressed in robes, settled on a throne with a cigar, a crown boldly placed on his skull. With the second page once again showing this design more in depth. Crown fallen on the ground with a sword in hand, graphite smudged meant to express grime and blood. A stern and calculated look on his face.

“There will come a ruler who’s brown is laid in thorn. Smeared with oil like David’s boy, oh lei, oh lai, oh lord…”

It clearly meant a lot to their teammate, what the song represented and the team’s dynamic as a whole. So much so that it inspired them. The sentiment wasn’t lost on the four men either. Hence why Soap stole two pages of their sketchbook to make his own addition, taking suggestions from Ghost, Price, and Gaz as he drew Siren. Going away from the lyrics. They didn’t draw attention to it, making sure to leave the sketchbook in the place Siren had left it. Allowing for the sniper to pick it up before they went to bed. There was very little time to relax between errands, training, and missions. So, naturally, when lights out was called, Siren took out their pencil and book.

Humming their favorite song as they flipped past the pages. Breath catching in their throat. An image of themselves in Johnny’s drawing style, distinct from their own, but mimicking the layout they had. Decorated in flowing cloth and extravagant jewelry. Almost omnipresent. They knew the words weren’t written by Soap, the handwriting was too clean for that.

“There will come the lord, gently made on a battlefield. Oh lei, oh lai, oh love.”

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armysantiny · 6 months

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Dry Ink – LMH

Min's notes: originally wrote this to try and combat my writer's block... it took me a month.

It hurts as y/n drops their pen for the nth time that afternoon, frustrated with the minimal progress of the story they’re putting together. The scene has them stuck, laughing in the writer’s face as writer’s block hits them over the head. Writing is easy, it’s what y/n is good at, what their career has been built on, so why are they having trouble now?

It's just some damn words on—

“You alright in there, babe?” Mark’s voice calls out, breaking through the deafening silence in y/n’s office. “It’s been like, six hours? Do you, I dunno, wanna take a break for a bit?”

It’s been that long?

Defeated, y/n nods, getting out of their seat and following their boyfriend into the living room. The exhaustion of hours of mental effort hits as soon as they make contact with the sofa, sitting down with a drawn-out yawn. They could do with a nap. Or two. Or three. Mark returns to the living room a short while later as well, a tray of snacks in his hands and a blanket bundled under his arm, which y/n takes and buries themselves under.

“Room for one more under there?” Mark grins, bringing y/n into his arms the moment he sits down and gets under the blanket. “Up for binging movies tonight? Get you back in that creative~ mood of yours.”

“Two birds, one stone?”

“Bingo~! I know some shitty ones we can laugh at too~.” Y/n rolls their eyes, commenting on the cheesiness of Mark’s reply while they choose the first of many movies. Mark’s embrace is warm, comforting and they relax into his arms as the first movie begins to play. It’s helpful; watching film and tv when the creative cogs grind to their eventual halt, exhausted of inspiration.

The sun is setting by the time the credits of the third movie start to roll across the screen, one tired y/n resting their head on Mark’s chest. He’s drumming his fingers against their arm, and a ghost of inspiration haunts the back of y/n’s mind. Enough inspiration to brainstorm for a few hours and get back to the story waiting for them in their office.

But they’re rather comfy now and getting up and heading into their office instead of staying under the blanket is simply far too much effort.

“Mark?” Y/n hums, tired, as they meet their boyfriend’s gaze. “Do me a favour?”

Mark nods, “sure, what is it?”

“Mind listening to me list off ideas?” They ask, “I can’t be asked to move right now. Too comfortable.”

Mark just laughs, hearts in his eyes.

“Sure, hit me with ‘em.”

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point-8 · 1 year

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GOOD MORNING! FEAT: CHILDE, AYATO, AND DILUC

CHILDE

he sleeps in whale pajamas he's had snice he was 8 years old.

they don't fit him anymore, so he just wears the top to sleep

snores loud af

(please stfu)

plays some stupid ass noise to help him sleep

he can't wake up fast enough to make it to morning meetings

so you usually make breakfast most days

when (if) he does wake up, he'll just stand there. watching you. with his beady little blue eyes "childe, please let go..." you needed to get to a very important meeting in the morning, and your boyfriend just wouldn't let go. and you were running short on time "childe i need to go to a meeting." since you weren't even close to his strength, he had you traped until he wanted you to leave the covers. "just...just 5 more minutes darling." he was drooling on your arm, his leg lazily tossed over yours, forever trapping you. "no, childe. let me go." you started playfully thrashing around to get an attempt to scurry out of bed and run away before he could drag you back in. and the most chide did was let out a groan. and it didn't help that you were getting pretty close to falling back asleep, probably as childe planned. "just.. just 5 more minutes ok y/n? then we can go and-" you took him relaxing to toss yourself out of bed, on the floor, with a thud. "PFFT-" childe stifled laughter, well looks who was finally awake. "FUCK-" you rolled onto your back, groaning in pain "can you wake up now childe?" you slowly made your way back on your feet. "no, well-" his grabby little hands reached out to grab you "no, i can't wake up." and now back to square one, stuck in his arms. "childe-" "shhh shhhh~ shhhh~~~~ go to bed" he was cradling you like a baby, stroking your hair and whispering in your ear. (creepy much?) "ok...just 5 more minutes ok childe?" yeaaa... 5 minutes my ass. it was an hour until childe's alarm finally got him up. and while it was good that you were his secretary because you knew you couldn't get fired. but that meeting had a lot of information that was vital for the fatui's success. well! "y.n~~" he placed soft kisses on your face "good morning~!" "childe... what time is it." you knew you'd overslept, you felt like it was a weekend. "childe." "it's 8.00 AM..." "AJAX!" you flew out of bed, listening to childe's laughs and giggles "GOD FUCKING DAMNIT, YOU FIX YOUR OWN BREAKFAST." going to your closet throwing basically everything out, and put on the collared shirt and pants, then grabbing the tie from the rack. throwing off your pajamas right into cihlde's face so you could avoid being even later with his remarks. then throwing on your dress shirt and jumping into your pants. "need help with your tie?" he was now sitting up in bed, signaling you to come over. "pull me into bed one more time ajax, and i will burn all of your files." "wouldn't dare." he hummed tieing your tie while having a happy grin on his face. then he pulled you by the newly tied tie and placed a kiss on your cheek. "i love you y.n." "yea yea!" you pulled away from him and rushed to the bathroom to fix your hair. hearing childes whines in the background. luckily he was all ready to go to work by the time you got out of the bathroom, looking composed, ready, and professional. but childe...well "you're going to work with bed head?" you motioned to his head. flaming ginger locks flying everywhere "i understand why scaramouche makes fun of you. i would too." "yea but you still love me sooo~" slipping on your shoes, you opened the door for childe to leave... with his hair everywhere. lovely. at least you made it to work at all. waking up in the same bed as childe was war to get up.

AYATO

he wakes up first

it's creepy

and then he'll force you to get up with him, causing some minor fights in the mornings

he'd kill you if you made him miss a meeting

god forbid you to muddy his reputation

but you guys always have breakfast together, you might still be mad from him interrupting your slumber, but you'll get over it (hopefully) "y.n, we have a meeting at 9 sharp." ayato tried to wake you up, but you've been refusing for the past 30 minutes, refusing to get up or letting him go for that matter. you had him trapped in your arms, yes he could break through your arms but he needed to make sure you could get up and stay awake, key word, stay. so the best way to ensure that was to make you wake up with him. "ayato can't we just skip this meeting?" you tossed and turned, digging yourself more into the covers, letting go of ayato "here you go and then you can tell me *yawn* all about it?" "no y.n, get up." ayato made his way out of bed and tore off the covers, leaving you to toss and turn and then groan "this meeting is very important, i trust you'll be able to get up now." he tossed the heap of covers to the corner of your shared bedroom "mhmm." you turned one more time, then sat up showing ayato that you were, in fact, awake, hair a mess. then once you heard the door shut, you flopped back down and went back to sleep, slightly colder. there was no way he could be that mad at you. he was your husband after all! no, he was pissed, very, very pissed "Y.N KAMISATO." you heard the door opening, you had just now gotten up and your husband was booming into your guys' room like a race car. your head crooked like a deer in headlights. "..yes?" yea, he was pissed "how many times did i ask you to get up?" but got he was so hot being pissed "a few? but ayato i said you could just tell me what happens-" "yes, but that's not the same as being there y.n. you do realize that, right? and imagine the embarrassment of telling everyone you couldn't make it, to a 9 o'clock meeting since you slept in?" yea no he was hot mad, definitely "i'll do all my paperwork and turn it in! i'll review the finances! i'll do everything to make it better, okay?" "those are things you've agreed to since I married you." ayato deadpanned at you. usually, agreeing to do your work would make him happier, but he wasn't having any of it. "then... ill get up with you can clean with thoma!!" YES! this was the best idea- "no, we've hired thoma and maids for that very job y.n. just come to breakfast ok?" well, you were right. he wasn't that mad at you after all. and with a kiss on your cheek, you were brought out to enjoy breakfast with the hot and sticky inazuma air, something you also hated.

DILUC

very strict about when he wakes up and goes to sleep 100%

and that also applies to you

he's the kind of guy to like open the blinds first thing in the morning

but on weekends he will just sleep in with you in his arms

so when you won't get up in the mornings, issues... arise "Y.N" diluc busted through the door of the shared bedroom "Y.N L.N." you slowly woke up, but diluc was at your side, shaking you awake. "huh- what? what? are you ok?" you thought someone hurt him, or something had happened in mondstat. but no, you had just woken up late for an important meeting with one of the economical groups in mondstat. "Y.N THE- THE COMPANY GOING TO MEET WITH ANGELS SHARE, GET DRESSED!" he threw clothes at you as you rubbed your sleepy eyes. "diluc..that's your company. that's all your issue" you dug yourself deep in the sheets and tried to fall asleep again "y.n if you don't get out of that bed im going to toss all the sheets off and force you to get up and get ready." "do it, i dare you." that was his final straw, he loved you very much. but that love came to a point. and he really did it, he ripped off the sheets and you curled your body up more. "FUCK!" you flew out strings of curses and groaning. "y.n, get up." he was planning something in his head, something very mean and cruel. he grabbed your ankle and unfolded your fetal position, you kicked and whined. you were already awake, but getting ready was just too much. "diluccc can you put my socks on?" you were just spread out on the bed without sheets, holding up a foot and moving it left to right. "y.n..." he went to the closet and grabbed a pair of socks and put them on you as you smiled at your husband. god, he was so cute. "how about you hand me my fancy clothes you tossed off with the sheets?" you stilled lied there, knowing he would do anything for you guys to be on time "fine y.n." he reached down with a groan and threw your clothes on you for a second time that morning "now get changed." you walked out of the bedroom room, throwing your hands up and twirling, showing off the outfit. "see diluc, i can get ready in time for your meetings!" you smiled at his deadpanned face "fine, i'm sorry for making your morning difficult. i didn't mean to and i won't do it again.." he got out from the chair, placing the newspaper down and engulfed you into a large hug. "i love you y.n." "i love you too diluc." he kissed your forehead as your guys headed out, the maids fangirling over your relationship. diluc could be cute sometimes.

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Intertwined // 04

04 - Snapped Neck

pairing: noah sebastian x nicholas ruffilo

masterlists: here | crossposted: ao3 | word count: 5.1k

warnings; VERY SAD 🥲, mild yelling/verbal abuse?, hints at past abuse, reference to past character death, noah is a devastated horrible depressed mess, short time skips, don’t say i didn’t warn you - sorry in advance, don’t hate me 🥲

reminder; THIS IS AU, nothing is meant to be accurate, including family history/events/dynamics/members/names !!

a/n: don't like it don't read it. don’t be mean for no reason & let others enjoy things thnx :)

i’d like to offer a small playlist for this chapter:

seven - taylor swift

matilda - harry styles

winner - conan gray

hard times - ethel cain

anything 4 u - LANY

if it keeps you up at night - the swoons

-NOAH-

After much-needed water bottles, I’m finally starting to feel somewhat normal again. Folio’s asleep in bed next to me while I lay on a laughably thin blanket on the floor. My eyes fully adjusted to the darkness and all I’m focused on is the popcorn ceiling and counting each plaster peak.

The party rages on the other side of the room and I wonder if anyone out there is sober enough to take me home. It’s almost 1 am and the party hasn’t slowed down. I sigh roughly and roll over to wrap the thin pillow around my head to cover both ears. Even through the cotton I can still vaguely hear the music and a song starts that Nicholas and I were obsessed with a couple months ago.

I chuckle quietly at the lyrics,

“That’s my best friend, she a real bad bitch…”

Such a silly song, even though it’s nothing like what we play or what we regularly listen to – we somehow always get the same pop-y songs stuck in our heads at the same time, then end up loving them unironically.

I shake my head with a stupid grin, thinking about the time we were in the kitchen doing a proper, ridiculous performance while we blasted it through a Google speaker. It started with that song but then snowballed into an entire concert at 2 am – all while his little sister just made fun of us, until she eventually caved in and joined our set.

We were all mic-ed up: me a dustpan, Nicholas a broom, and Stella a spatula.

I dig my front teeth into my bottom lip to stifle a laugh that would definitely wake up Folio.

The memory makes the ground below me that much more rigid.

I’ve already tried sleeping every which way on this god-forsaken carpet, but I can’t seem to get comfy.

The hard floor must be the reason I can’t fall asleep.

I flip back to lay flat.

I don’t really understand why Nick got so upset, but it’s been a long night, so I guess I get it. I’m sure he wasn’t thrilled about getting in the lake. Fucking Folio.

And I know he doesn’t like parties.

I don’t really like them either. I think? Maybe I do now? I don’t know.

But I didn’t want to do this without him.

And I just let him leave like that…

God why did I let him leave.

I want to go home.

I need to go home.

There’s a sharp twist in my stomach when I unlock my dying phone and find no texts from him.

I open my bank app to check my balance. $33.87.

I exit and click on the Uber app, put in our address to see the price. $27.59.

I hit request.

I get home after an Uber ride from a questionable middle-aged man with ridiculous combover.

I fumble with my keys at the front door only to find that it’s not locked. I press my weight against the creaky wooden door to push it open. The house is quiet, if Nick’s car wasn’t in the driveway, I’d think the house was completely empty.

I quietly set my keys down on the wooden dining table across from the kitchen. The bedroom door in the hallway is closed, which I expected. I cross the linoleum and very gently twist the doorknob to peer inside. The small room is illuminated solely by moonlight beaming in through the large window by the bed. I step into the room and click the door closed behind me. When I walk over to the bed, the shimmering white light acts like a spotlight on his face and what I notice churns something deep in my chest. Dried streaks coat his face and look almost like rivers from puffy red eyes.

Surely, he didn’t come home that upset because of the argument we had, right?

I tug at my lip and very gently slip into bed beside him beneath the puffy duvet. The movement causes Nicholas to stir and turn away from me. I stay completely still, not even moving a muscle until he’s completely settled then turn in the same direction as him, just inches away from his back.

If he’s that upset with me, would he even want me here?

Am I intruding?

Is it really intruding if I live here too?

Maybe I should’ve stayed on Folio’s floor.

It’s only then that it really sets in that I really moved out, well more like kicked out, and I live here now. Mostly anyway.

But just because you live somewhere doesn’t mean it’s your home. While I love living with my best friend, and I love his family, and they feel like family – they’re not. As much as they try to not make me feel like one, I am an outsider here.

Even Folio in his frat house, sure he just got hazed and whatever, but he belongs there.

I don’t belong anywhere.

The closest thing I’ve gotten to what I imagine belonging feels like, is with Nicholas. But again, he has no tie to me. We’re friends of course, but if I pissed him off and he wanted me gone… well I’d have nothing. I’d have nowhere to go.

I hate this feeling, this feeling of relying on people.

It’s weird taking up space somewhere you have to walk on eggshells because it’s not yours. Because you don’t belong.

It’s not like I felt like I belonged at home either, not after Mom passed.

So here is better than there at least.

At least there’s no yelling or slamming doors here.

My eyes drift through the moonlit darkness to the small pile of my belongings in the corner of the room. The sight sends a chill up my spine and my heart rate noticeably rises. I’m reminded that there are still some things waiting for me at my stepdad’s.

I want the ability to truly get on my own, if I don’t want to rely on people, I need to get my stuff so that I can actually make something of myself.

I need to at least try.

And to do that, I need my guitar and my keyboard. I’m nothing without them – and I won’t be able to be anything without them.

-NICHOLAS-

My eyes shoot open when shrill screams fill my eardrums. I nearly jump out of my skin at the noise, especially since I had gone to bed alone.

I don’t have the luxury of trying to figure out how Noah got home, just that he is and he’s having another night terror.

“Fuck.” I mutter.

Because I did such a great fucking job dealing with this last time.

I tug at his freezing cold arm and shake him vigorously but of course, it didn’t do much the first time, why would it have a different result now.

I replicate what I did the last time and straddle his lap, grabbing his wrists and pinning them at his sides to restrain his jerky movements.

“NOAH!” I repeat his name with increasing volume.

He wakes up slowly after a couple times of calling his name.

“Nicholas?” He asks groggily, with furrowed brows and squinted eyes.

I sigh, “Night terror.” I state curtly and pull off him, landing beside him with my back towards him.

“Oh.” He says softly and his eyes falter. “Sorry.”

There’s a twist of guilt in my gut because I should be softer with him after his terror, but I just don’t have it in me tonight. The teary soreness in my eyes reminds me just how much I don’t have it in me. I tug the sheets closer to my body.

He rustles around a bit trying to get comfortable, but I fall back asleep quickly. For a bit.

It’s not long after, maybe an hour or two, that I’m awoken once again but this time to a bunch of noise and the overhead light on at full brightness.

“What the fuck.” I mumble, sitting up and rubbing one eye while keeping the other mostly shut.

I turn to find Noah sitting on folded knees, manically rummaging through the couple bags he moved in with. He’s ripping through each one, tossing pieces of clothing out left and right, shaking out the empty bags as if they have hidden compartments.

“What the fuck are you doing Noah.” I ask, my tone soaked in annoyance, exhaustion, and anger.

“I can’t find some of my shirts. I need to get the rest of my shit out. Today.” He replies, his words rushed.

My brows knit together at his sudden – and poorly timed – bout of bravery and motivation. He’d been putting this off and avoiding it for weeks. And now he’s tearing apart his stuff, throwing shit all over our room at 4:30 in the morning… after a night of drinking?

I yawn and shake my head in confusion, “Wait, wait, wait, how did you even get home?”

“Uber.” He replies simply, his gaze still focused on his third bag not even looking up at me.

“You took an Uber home?” I ask somewhat skeptically, “Why didn’t you just call me?”

His rummaging movements pause with a bundle of shirts in hand, “Didn’t wanna bother you.” Then continues digging through the bag.

Normally I would go on a tangent about how I’d rather call me to pick him up instead of doing something stupid like possibly be driven home by someone inebriated – but I’m much too depleted, both physically and emotionally to do so.

“Well, you should’ve called me.” I tug the cotton sheets closer to my body and bunch the material to my chest. “What is this really about? You’re acting so strange.”

I reach over to the light switch and turn the knob to dim the white-yellow hue of the light above us.

“I just need to get my shit, Nicholas.” He huffs, seeming aggravated by my questions.

“Well, you’re gonna go alone if you keep snapping at me like that.” I retort, even though I’d never let him go alone.

He exhales and deflates with a balled-up band tee in his hands. “I just need to do it today. If I don’t do it today, I might not ever be able to.”

Honestly, this is the last thing I fucking needed after earlier tonight. I just wanted to fucking sleep. And not be around Noah.

Yet here I am, awake, around too much Noah.

“Fine.” I sigh. “Fine, we can go today – but only if you fucking wrap up whatever the fuck you’re doing and come to bed. If we’re really doing this today, you don’t need to be sleep-deprived for it.”

“Fine.” He agrees reluctantly and begins gathering the clothes to shove back into the bags. “But I probably won’t be able to sleep.”

“Well, you should at least try.” I scoot back into my left side to make room for him.

The box spring squeaks under the weight of him when slides in and immediately turns away from me. Normally I would be a tad offended, but tonight, I’m grateful.

Surprisingly, small snoozy noises escape him not long after his head hit the pillow. I lay facing him, watching the rise and fall of his ribcage like a metronome.

Concern and fear suddenly flood my bloodstream like a bad drug. Getting most of his stuff out the first time was no picnic and I just know this last time is going to be even worse. Frankly, I’m a tad worried about the things he’d left behind, I wouldn’t put it past his stepdad to throw them out.

I shake my head and try to focus on my breathing to calm me down. When that doesn’t work, I try counting.

I drift off to sleep before 30.

My faux-leather steering wheel cover cracks under my fidgeting fingers. Noah can’t seem to sit still, running his hands up and down his thighs probably to self soothe. The anxiety is thick and tangible in the car. He would never admit it to me, but I know he’s scared shitless about going back home. Noah always tried to hide it from me, but I’m not stupid. It doesn’t matter how “anemic” or thin you are, you don’t amass that many bruises that frequently. I always wondered if that’s why he started wanting so many tattoos so suddenly. Maybe, on some level, that’s what made me want to start tattooing in the first place.

The normally 20-minute-long car ride felt like three hours, but when we arrived, I could’ve sworn it had only been 3 minutes.

I park on the curb at the end of the driveway and shut off the car. Just being on the tiny patch of lawn has my heart thumping through my chest and it’s not even my battle.

But I guess if I’m here with him,

If it’s his, it’s mine too.

As much as he wasn’t prepared to do this, neither was I. My gaze lands on the rectangular windows of the small yellow house. From the outside, it looks so normal, so happy even. It’s almost eerie how far from the truth that is.

I look over at him, just now realizing he hadn’t said a word the whole ride. He’s slumped in the passenger seat, one lanky arm wrapped around his own waist and the other stationed at his mouth. His eyes glued to the house behind me as he chews on his thumbnail.

“We can still go back home, Noah. We don’t have to do this today if you’re not ready.” I offer gently, mostly because I don’t think either of us are fully equipped to do this.

“No. I have to do this.” His eyes finally falter away from the house and land on me.

“Okay. You sure you’re ready?” I ask quietly.

His teeth dig into his bottom lip. “No. But I’m as ready as I’ll ever be.”

“I’m gonna be with you the whole time, okay?” I hold out my pinky. “Always, remember?”

He nods and hooks onto my pinky. “Always.”

As expected, I’ve landed myself in the middle of a brawl between Noah and his stepdad. I feel guilty and useless standing there as a bystander not interfering, but my feet can’t seem to move and my vocal cords have ceased to function.

Noah started off strong, full of adrenaline and blind bravery, but it didn’t take long for George to wear him down.

My heart beats loud in my ears and I can’t hear a word they’re saying. All I see is him waving around Noah’s guitar like it’s a toy, using it as an extension of his exaggerated furious expressions. Noah’s tall, but George is much taller and stronger than him, so Noah just looks like a mouse running around an elephant, scrambling trying to snatch the instrument back.

I’m not sure what they’re even screaming about but the argument escalates further than I ever expected it to. My eyes round as I witness each of George’s hands slide to either end of the guitar’s neck.

He wouldn’t

As if in slow motion, I watch the light pale from Noah’s face. His eyes wide and teary, and his brows curled up. I can see the heartbreak in his dark brown eyes in real time as he watches his stepdad easily snap the neck of his beloved guitar.

The break is quick and sharp and fills the room with the sound of cords plucking and wood splintering. The noise after is even louder though, just jarring silence.

Until George opens his mouth again. “Get your sad, pathetic little toys and your little boyfriend out of my goddamn house.” Rasps his deep Western accent.

He forcefully tosses the broken instrument at Noah, hitting him so hard it knocks him backwards. The livid man storms across the house and slams the master bedroom door behind him.

Noah’s knees buckle and land harshly on the carpeted floor, holding the guitar in his arms as if it’s a wounded soldier in battle. His face scrunches up around his eyes and tears just begin pouring from him. His chest hiccups with each sob that escapes. He curls the wooden pieces in his arms into his chest and rests his forehead against the curve of the guitar. His cries heave his entire body.

I’m frozen where I stand. What I just witnessed might as well have been a murder. I’ve seen Noah cry, of course, but this is something I’ve only ever seen once before. Besides that one time, I’ve never seen him this bad. At least, he’s never letme see him this bad.

I gently meet him on the floor. For some reason, I feel hesitant to touch him, but I can’t just sit here and do nothing.

I don’t dare even touch the arms that are gripped onto his guitar so, I rest my hand on his shoulder. He doesn’t even react to my touch at all, as if he can’t even feel it.

“Noah…” I say cautiously. “Let’s just get you out of here, okay? We just need to grab your stuff and get out. We can figure this out later… later when we’re not here.”

He doesn’t respond and when I try to nudge him even a little bit, he’s solid like concrete where he’s kneeled.

“C’mon Noah we gotta go.” I stretch up to double-check that the bedroom door is still closed. “I’ll get the rest of your stuff. We just need to get you out of here.” I urge and squeeze his shoulder a bit.

His fingers dig into the instrument as he takes a deep sniffle and screws his eyes shut tight, shoving the salty tears out. He just gives me a little nod against the guitar, letting me know that he understands but doesn’t move.

“Please, Noah.” I beg and try pulling at his arm again. “Please get up. I need you to get up for me.”

He gives a little of his arm to me and not much more. But I take what I can get and use both of my arms to weakly lift him up from the floor by his underarms. I basically carry him out of the house, his body limp as I drag him backwards across the overgrown lawn. Shards of dying grass cling to our clothes and dust kicks up all over the back of his jeans.

I feebly open my back door and let him crawl into the backseat with the guitar tight in his grip. He immediately lays with it across the cushions and some boxes.

Luckily, we had gotten most of his belongings already so there was just the final sweep left to do.

Thankfully, George is still holed up in his room, though that doesn’t ease my panicked heart-pounding in my ears. Noah’s room is completely bare except for a half-filled trash bag of miscellaneous belongings. I drag the heavy bag across the stained beige carpet, but I stop at something that catches my eye.

In one cubicle of many that make up a huge bookshelf are a couple of photo albums in chronological order spanning over a few years. From the peek-through covers I can tell that they’re filled with pictures of his parents, or maybe at least his mom.

My head snaps at a stir that comes from behind the bedroom door and in a split-second decision, I scoop all the photo albums and throw them into the black trash bag. I use all my strength to heave the now extra bulky bag across the yard as I run towards the car.

I toss the bag into the trunk and slam the door before rounding the car, throwing myself so hard into the driver’s seat that I nearly tip the car over. I take a glance in my rear-view to check on Noah and find his body tightly curled around the instrument sobbing even worse than how I left him. Seeing him like this… gives me an ache in my chest that I didn’t even know could hurt so much. It’s so excruciating that I could almost vomit from it.

I quickly shift the car into drive and speed off so fast that my wheels squeal.

I’m unsure what to do or what to say. It feels like saying anything would only make things worse at risk of saying something wrong. I always feel guilty when situations like this happen with his family because I can’t imagine what he feels. I don’t know what I’d do without my family, and I can’t even fathom someone treating their child like that, especially him. Noah is the last person on earth that deserves that.

I bite my nail as I walk back and forth in the living room lost in my thoughts.

“Honey, why don’t you come sit down?” My mom suggests patting the couch cushion next to her. “Pacing around the living room isn’t going to help anything.”

I sigh and meet her on the couch, “You should’ve seen him, Mamá.” I run my fingers through my sweat-coated roots. “Oh my god, it was horrible.”

She begins rubbing small circles into my back, “I know Gatito.” She tries to soothe, using her Spanish nickname for me – she always told me I resembled a small cat. “But we know what his family is like, I’m surprised something like this hadn’t happened sooner.”

“Yeah…” I trail off, biting down hard on my thumbnail thinking of all the things we never told her his stepdad had done. If she knew the things he’d done to him – especially in front of me – who knows what she’d do. She’s a Hispanic single mother, nothing would be able to stop her – and a George vs. Mom battle royal is the last thing we need.

“I’ve just never seen anyone that… defeated before. That guitar was everything to him.” I hang my head and use both hands to cover my face.

“Well, you know, maybe we could pull together some extra money by Christmas?” She offers. “I could pick up some extra shifts at the hospital.”

“No, no, Mom, you don’t understand.” I sigh and turn my head to her against my propped palm. “His mom gave him that guitar.”

“Oh.” She replies solemnly in understanding.

“There’s a music store in town where I get my vinyls, they do repairs there.” My sister speaks up from across the room, resting on the column that separates the living room from the kitchen. “Maybe you could see if they could fix it?”

I blink blankly as I process her words and it’s like a lightbulb illuminates above my head. “You actually might have a good idea for once Stell.”

She rolls her eyes, “I’m trying to be helpful, you don’t have to be rude.”

“I’m your brother, it’s kind of my job to be rude.”

“Whatever.” She takes a sip from her obnoxiously sized water bottle. “There’s a really cute guy that works there, I think he does most of the repairs. His name is Jolly, tell him Stella sent you.” She winks.

“Augh.” I groan in disgust and wave her boy craze away. “I’ll be sure to do that.” I add sarcastically.

A serious stillness falls over the room like everyone is equally unsure of how to proceed.

“What are you gonna do about Noah?” Stella asks softly, her voice laced with concern.

My leg bounces in anxious uncertainty as my eyes drift over to my closed bedroom door.

“I don’t know.”

I gently knock on my door and slowly creek it open. The room is pitch black with just Noah on the bed curled up around his guitar, his shoulder length hair splayed across the pillows, and the duvet wrapped around him like a cocoon. He’d been hidden away in my room like this since we got home.

“You awake?” I question timidly, readjusting the tray in my hands.

It takes a moment, but he replies with a tiny, short groan.

“I brought you soup. You know, the chicken noodle my mom makes that you like so much?”

Another brief pause followed by a slightly more intrigued grumble.

I take it as permission to enter and precariously make my way over to him. There’s a sliver of mattress left behind him, and I fit half my ass on it.

I allow him the space to be quiet with me for a bit.

“How are you doing?” I ask, even though it’s an asinine question.

He just sniffles.

“I know, I’m sorry.” I sigh quietly. “Is there anything I can do?”

He sniffles again and scooches further into the bed, onto my side.

I silently tap my index finger on the plastic tray, pondering what that could mean before I speak. “You want me to lay with you?”

He gives a small ‘mhm’ groan.

“Okay, I can do that. But can you eat for me?”

He replies with a ‘nuh-uh’ whine.

I exhale knowing this was going to be an uphill battle. “Noah, you’ve gotta eat.”

He shakes his head in resistance again.

“C’mon, just a couple bites…for me?”

A pause before he lets out a defiant but agreeing sigh.

“You’re not gonna move, are you?”

He shakes his head.

I breathe out trying not to sound annoyed because I should be grateful that he even cooperated this much.

Maneuvering around him from behind, I hold the bowl in one hand and the spoon in the other. Thankfully, the soup had cooled down to just a bit warmer than room temperature. I scoop a spoonful of it, making sure to get a little bit of everything: noodle, chicken, and carrot – if he’s only going to take a couple bites, I have to make sure they count. I carefully bring the spoon over to his lips, he lifts his head just a bit and takes the spoonful into his mouth. He let me give him 4 or 5 bites, which was more than I expected, before rejecting the rest.

I set the bowl on the nightstand, lift the sheets, and nestle into the space he made for me.

“Thanks for eating.” I say quietly. “I know you didn’t want to.”

He nods mutely.

I press my lips together. “I’m sorry about what happened today.”

He’s silent. Slowly but surely sniffles and sobs begin to pour from him again. I immediately feel the twist of guilt in my stomach for being the one to trigger his tears again.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I-I can leave if you want some priv–“

His hand reaches behind him and firmly captures my wrist.

“Stay.” He begs in a coarse whisper, the first thing he’s said since we came home. “Please?”

His voice is so cracked and hoarse, if I didn’t know any better, I’d swear he was sick.

I falter a second to respond but he must’ve felt the hesitation.

“It helps.” He croaks. “Remember?”

The churn in my chest returns and there’s an ache in my heart that accompanies it. If I could somehow magically take all of this away, I would, even if it meant trading places with him. Even if it meant I’d be the one hurting instead.

I feel so fucking useless, not being able to do much for him.

But at least I can do this.

“Okay.” I respond cautiously and settle further into the bed, now essentially spooned around his body.

His grip on my wrist never left so I let our joined arms rest on his hip. I can’t seem to gather with the right words to say to him, I mean what can you really say after something like that?

So, I offer him the only words that feel suitable.

“I’m not going anywhere, Noah. You know that right?”

There’s a long quiet, so long that I think he may have fallen asleep.

But then he squeezes my wrist.

“Thank you.”

I sense the urge to do something, but I’m not sure how he’ll react. I don’t know, maybe it would help?

I tug at where his hand meets mine and he gives me an upset grumble, like he doesn’t want me to leave.

“I just… is it okay if - can I try something?” I ask shyly, suddenly very nervous, nervous enough to have my heart racing.

Out of the corner of my eye, I catch his brows furrowing. I can tell he wants to be stubborn and keep me latched there, but curiosity always gets the best of him. He slowly loosens his grip on my wrist.

I didn’t notice that my palms were sweating until I’ve retrieved my hand. I press my lips flat and feel like my ribcage could burst open at any minute from how hard my heart beats against it.

My body is screaming at me to do it and as much as I want to fight it, I can’t.

Maybe it would help

I let my arm go where it wants to go. It slithers beneath the covers and through the space between Noah’s arm and his side. I wrap my arm around his waist and pull flush against him.

We both freeze. My ears grow warm as the hour-long seconds pass.

Maybe he’s uncomfortable

Maybe he thinks this is weird

Maybe it is weird?

Is this weird?

Maybe he doesn’t like it

Maybe I’m making it worse

Maybe–

Unexpectedly, he just melts into me. His body molds into my arms like they were made just for him.

He finds my arm and brings it to his face, pressing his damp, swollen eyes against it. Small sobs fall into my arm and his grip on me is so tight I could turn blue.

Maybe he feels safe, and maybe he just needed to feel safe to let the rest out.

My own eyes well up at the sound of him, at the feeling of his body heaving in my arms. I press my forehead against his shoulder.

“I’m here, okay? I’m not going anywhere. I’m always gonna be here.” I reassure him again through my own held-back tears.

He wipes his tears off with the collar of his shirt before pulling my arm back around his chest. He nuzzles into me, and I feel my heart swell so big it fills my entire chest.

I think I already know the answer, but I wanna hear it anyway.

“Does this help?”

He lets out a sleepy sigh as he nestles his back into my chest.

“You always help, Nicholas.”

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a/n; I know this was a heavy one 😅 i'm sorry, i hope you were able to enjoy it regardless.

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#sorry i know this was sad 😬#or maybe not idk #noah cries a lot im sorry #he won’t always be such a crybaby i promise #i have edited this so many fucking times bro so sorry if it sucks 🥲#intertwined series #concreteburialplot works #noah sebastian x nicholas ruffilo #noah sebastian fanfiction #nicholas ruffilo fanfic #noah sebastian fanfic #nicholas ruffilo fic #noah sebastian fic #noah x nicholas #noah x nick #bad omens fanfic #bad omens fanfiction #noah sebastian x nicholas ruffilo fanfic #noah x nick fanfic

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