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g4yforethan · 10 months

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and they were roommates

pairing: chad meeks-martin x male!reader

summary: reader moves in with chad and after a party, they both confess their feelings for each other!

note: no smut in this one because i’m too scared to write that but it might be coming sooner than u think ;)

it was the beginning of the school year and you had decided to transfer over to Blackmore University. you heard horror stories about the dorm rooms and felt that maybe searching for an apartment would be a safer and better idea. you finally found a listing online and that a student attending Blackmore was looking for a roommate as well. you submitted an application and after a day or two, you were accepted. you were excited but also nervous to meet your new roommate. you got to your apartment and knocked on the door with boxes in your hands. “hi there! you must be my new roommate. i’m guessing because of all of those boxes you’re carrying. need a little help?” he held the door open and grabbed a few of the boxes and walked you into your room. “thanks for the help! don’t got a lot of upper-body strength on me unlike you. i mean because it looks like you workout a lot.” he laughed at your awkwardness and secretly found it cute. “i mean i try to hit the gym as much as i can. hasn’t been the same since high school though.”

you laughed even though you couldn’t relate because instead of doing sports, you spent after school online and in bed.”so lemme guess, you go to Blackmore?” “how could you tell?” you point to his hoodie which says Blackmore University. “i mean it’s pretty comfy you know” you laugh and found his humor enjoyable and pretty cute. you talked for a lil while and he left to go attend class while you stayed setting up your room. after getting your mattress into your room and a long day of setting up your posters all over your day, you decided to take a break for the rest of the night. chad came back from class and asked if you were down for a pizza and movie night to make you feel more comfortable adjusting to the new apartment. you said yes and later that night you two sat down with your pizza to watch the new evil dead movie. every time there was a jumpscare, you screamed which made chad laugh and secretly he found this adorable. by the end of the movie, you had fallen asleep so chad put a blanket over you and let you sleep on the couch. when he tried to go to his room quietly, chad hit his foot on the side of the table and tried not to scream. you woke up to the bang but still kept your eyes closed. he whispered “hope i didn’t wake you up pretty boy” you blushed and continued to go back to sleep.

a month or two had passed and everything was good. halloween was right around the corner and you and chad had talked about going. “come on, you need to go this party. it’s time y/n finally makes his move on a girl and show her what’s up.” you rolled your eyes and laughed because you figured it was pretty obvious you weren’t interested in girls at all and thought chad had received the message one night when he caught you belting to ariana grande. nonetheless, you agreed to go to the party but didn’t know what exactly to wear. once the night of the party came, you made a quick stop to party city to grab a super mario hat and a small mustache. you came back to put on a red shirt and called it a night. “super mario huh? can i be your princess peach? “cute chad. what are you supposed to be?” “i’m kind of going with sexy cowboy for tonight. have to show the ladies what lifting 150 pounds looks like.” it was around 9 pm when you two of you left your apartment and made your way into the party. there, you spotted tara, anika, and mindy. you figured tara was dressed as a pirate, anika as a pumpkin?, and mindy looked like she didn’t even dress up.

the four of you talked about college and plans afterwards. soon, the talk was about you and chad. “so y/n, plan on making a move on my brother?” you almost spit out your drink. “what are you talking about?” “oh come on, i mean it’s kinda obvious that you’ve been crushing on him. all the times you’ve zoned off staring at him, always laughing at his jokes, always complimenting him.” you started to realize that you were extremely obvious when it came to be around your crush and confessed that you found chad cute but didn’t know if he had a thing for...guys. “i mean i think chad is open to anyone but i don’t think he just feels like telling anyone” mindy explained. you spotted him dancing with ethan landry who you have met a few amounts of time but found him a little awkward. you built the courage to go talk to him after taking two shot of tequila. “hey guys how’s it going?” “y/n, it is going great. just here with my buddy ethan landry about to catch a meal!” you could tell chad was totally drunk out of his mind and asked him if he wanted to go back to the apartment and rest. “nah i’m fine. you ain’t gotta worry about me. im A-okay.” he began to stumble his way back into the kitchen for more shots and that when you realized things weren’t gonna end well. you grabbed him and told him it would be best to go home. he agreed and the both of you left for home.

the walk from the party was only a 5 minute distance. while on the way home, you had to keep a hold of chad and make sure he didn’t fall straight on the floor. soon enough, you two had finally arrived at your apartment. you walked to chad to his bedroom and laid him on the bed. “do you want anything? water? ginger-ale? “a water would be fine for now. my head feels like shit” “i’ll get you a tylenol too.” soon after, you came back into the room with the water and tylenol. while chad was resting, he had taken off his cowboy hat and you decided to put it on. “you know you look pretty cute with my hat on.” “aww thank you. you look pretty cute just being you.” you cringed at yourself for the middle school compliment you just gave him. “haha, thank you for that wonderful compliment” while the two of you talked, chad mentioned that he had wished he was with you during the party. “oh come on, you don’t mean that.” “i do tho y/n. i mean, you’re the only one that really knows me besides mindy of course. ever since you’ve moved in with me, i’ve just fallen in love with you. your smile, your personality, everything about you just makes me feel so happy.” you took note that chad was still pretty drunk but you started to tear up at what he was saying. “i-i don’t know what to say. i mean, i’ve kinda felt the same for you for a pretty long time now but i didn’t know if you were into guys or not and i just didn’t wanna push any boundary or make things awk-” he pulls your face towards and leans you in for a kiss. the two of you continue to kiss for a good 5 minutes before pulling out to breathe. “how was that?” chad asked you but you were still panting for air which chad found hot and kinda turned him on. “that was really good. it would be even better if you did it some more.” he answered your request and grabbed you onto his lap. you began to grind on him and he started to feel on your waist while you started to kiss on his neck and muscles. you took your shirt off and he started to kiss on your chest which made you moan in pleasure. as the night continued, the two of you had finished your make-out session. “so, does that mean we’re together?” you asked chad while you laid on top of his chest. “we’ll have to see. kinda want to test the waters first.” you laughed and kissed him and began to fall asleep. “yeah, you’re mine pretty boy.” he admired you and played with your hair as he too started to fall asleep.

#chad meeks martin #chad meeks x reader #male reader #malereader #male reader insert #Scream VI #scream6 #scream x male reader #mason gooding #mason gooding x male

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lazywerebat · 1 year

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lost boys with a sleepy reader 👀

Sleepy Night !

Polyam! Lost Boys x Sleepy GN! Reader

a/n; thanks for request anon, i hoped you liked this fic! since you didn't metion what reader should be i kept it gender neutral :D! also i tried to writing in a new style so yeah :))!

warnings; metion of David smoking cigarette & metion of Paul smoking weed!

Lately I been been feeling so much tired from keeping up in school and hanging out with boys, which was very difficult. School in morning from 8:00 AM to 13:55 PM or 13:10 PM and hanging out with boys during night made me a lot tired. Boys and I were in this bar which we went often to, its honestly not too bad, everybody is nice there and food was delicious. We were at table, David rolling his cigarette, forgetting to buy his, Paul rolling his weed, both of them smoking and Paul making jokes about David forgetting to buy his cigarettes. Marko was going down on his food, Dwayne was sitting peacefully, observing every little detail about each of us, ready to protect and is chill at the same time. I was slowly eating [food] with [drink] being too tired to eat it how I usually would, my thoughts were mostly thinking about being in a soft warm bed full of many many comfy blankets keeping me warm and safe during night. Finally finishing my dish, i layed back on this couch we were sitting at, Dwayne was about to move until i layed my head on his shoulder slowly closing my eyes. Dwayne stopped moving from realising i rested my head on him, he looked at me too see i was half asleep, he looked at the rest of boys in case they might noticed too, which they didn't being busy with their own stuff. I felt my body was placed somewhere else, at the moment I didn't really care I just wanted to rest my eyes for a second. After a while I felt I was being lifted, slowly opening my eyes I looked around me to see what's going on and boys and I were leaving the bar. I cuddled my face more in Dwaynes neck wrapping my arms around him, feeling him kissing my cheek made me smile. Dwayne gently shook my body and I tried to look at him without closing my eyes.

“Hey little bat, I need you to be awaken for a bit, okay?”

Dwayne softly spoke to me, my response was a nod. He smiled and kissed my forehead. He sat on his bike as I held his waist tightly not wanting to fall off of the bike. Clearly our destination was my house as my body was once lifted and carried in my house. Behind me I heard door close and Dwayne walking up the stairs, guessing into my room. I heard door open and felt soft mattress under me as I tried to sit without falling on bed. Dwayne and Marko spoke about something but I was too tired to hear what it was, only stuff I felt was Dwayne and David taking off my clothes so it could be replaced with clothes I usually sleep in by Paul and Marko. They tucked me in bed making sure I was comfy and warm, each of them cuddling me by my side. My back comfortably being against Paul and Dwayne, my face cuddled into David chest while Markos head is resting on my stomach. I felt them giving me back rubs, stomach rubs and playing with my hair as I drifted away to sleep knowing Im safe with my boyfriends by my side.

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bellysoupset · 9 months

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Hey up! I FINALLY have an idea for Lucas as the sickie and bell as the caretaker! (Well it’s more of a small request) maybe He’s been running errands with bell all day and just kinda suffering in silence for the whole day until he finally gets home and it all kinda hits him at once and kinda topples over in pain and of course some Emeto but please feel free to make changes etc etc !! 🌙 peace out 🌙🌙

oh heheeh, time to torture this cutie again.

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Lucas had been spending the majority of his time at the hospital. As the only one who didn't work, that meant he could spend most of the time keeping Vince from breaking bed rest.

Still, that had been taking a toll on him and also, generally, in his personal life. Normally Bella left the house obligations to him, since he had more free time than she did, and with the renovation of their new condo, his list of errands had all but doubled in a quick amount of time.

Bella: did u pick up the new lamps?

Oh yeah, the new lamps. Lucas groaned, rubbing his temple and across from him Vince glanced away from the old rerun of Friends he was watching.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing," Luke shook his head, "just forgot to pick up some stuff. In fact, I'm pretty sure I forgot to pick up a lot of stuff."

Vince snorted, "that's because you've been babysitting me, even though I said five times already that I don't need a baby sitter. Wendy is in the hospital, Jon too. Casey the nice nurse is here and Tony the hotter nurse and Claire the one that I'm pretty sure spits on my food. I'm fine."

Lucas let out a chuckle, lowering his forehead to the hospital bed mattress, only to feel Vince's fingers in his hair, petting it lightly, "get out of here, Luke."

"Uhmm, okay," Lucas nodded, but didn't move from his position, "in a second, as soon as I get the energy."

Vince hummed, tapping the top of his head, "you good, Luke?"

"Yeah, just... Just tired, I guess," Lucas shrugged, straightening up. Now that he had a second to assess himself, he realized he wasn't actually feeling all that well.

His stomach hurt, but Luke chalked it up as hunger. He hadn't eaten since morning, because unwillingly, his own meals had synched up with Vince's mandatory ones. He also felt lethargic as hell.

"I don't want to see you here tonight," Vince shooed him with his good hand, "I'm serious, I'll ask security to ban you. Get out of my hospital room."

Luke rolled his eyes and got up, "sure you will, you love my company... But yeah, I think I need to rest, your couch is comfy but not nearly as comfy as my girlfriend's bed."

"Bet Bella also doesn't snore as much as you do," Vince grinned, "get out of here."

Figuring he should tackle the first issue first, Lucas headed straight to the hospital's buffet before even running his errands. People said hospital food was garbage, but what people meant was that the severely sick patients with different amount of sodium intakes allowed were served horrible, unsalted food. The cafeteria one, though, Luke had learned through his teenage years, was awesome. No one wanted nurses and doctors unhappy.

He piled on his plate with food and then sat down at a little table on the corner, taking his time to answer all the texts he had left for another time. Vince's mom had gotten his number and she was just as chatty as her son. He had a backlog of at least ten texts from her.

Bella had texted him too, although hers were less conversation and more her utilizing one of their many group chats to dump on their list of chores. He sent her a saluting emoji and "on it boss". She texted back with an eyerolling emoji and then, "you're coming home tonight, right Lucas?"

How could he ever even say no.

Lucas: ofc, i miss my girl.

He saw her little bubble pop and disappear twice, before her answer appeared.

Bella: and here I was thinking I'd have to fight Vince

He snorted at the mental image and pocketed his phone, turning his attention to the food. He hadn't managed even half the plate, but his stomach already felt full. It was unlike him, he was the type to have seconds and thirds.

Luke pushed the meatballs around his plastic plate, trying to figure if he should overdo it or risk throwing it away and being hungry later. Deciding he really didn't want to derail his day by having to eat again, he mechanically chewed the remaining meatballs and got up.

As soon as he was up his stomach jumped to his throat, in a nasty belch that he had no control over. He slammed a hand to his mouth, catching the tailending of it, but far too late. On the table next to him, some nurses wrinkled their noses and glared in his general direction, causing his cheeks to burn.

He made his exit quick after that.

Home Depot wasn't his natural habitat. In fact, it was almost an alien landscape, snob kid that he was. Lucas felt like every worker there was deeply aware how out of place he looked, even if common sense actually told him he looked like he belonged.

He spent more than thirty minutes trying to decode whatever Bella had meant when she typed "eggshell mud green paint" and eventually decided that fuck it, grabbing the ugliest shade of green he could find and putting it inside his cart.

The more he walked around, confident that he was picking every single piece wrong no matter how hard he tried to decode the instructions, the more it hit him that he had been wrong. His nausea earlier hadn't been hunger.

Lucas grimaced, pressing his stomach against the horizontal cart handle. It caused his stomach to let out a gurgle and he muffled another burp, blowing it out under his breath.

His phone buzzed and he picked it up, squinting at the screen. The queasy sensation spreading all over him was making everything else too much. The bright white lights over his head, the store radio, his clothes clinging to him.

Bella: can you buy me tampons 😭I forgot

He groaned then nodded, only to realize a second too late that Bell obviously couldn't see him.

Lucas: yeah. that green brand with the pink things?

Bella: sí.

He pocketed the phone again, then groaned as a horrible taste flooded his mouth. It made him shiver, his hair glueing down to his forehead.

Giving up on home depot, Lucas paid - even though he was pretty sure he'd have to return - and headed to the parking lot. He barely got to load all the packages in the backseat, before his stomach churned again and Luke ended up bending in half, retching to the gravel between his sneakers.

Nothing came up, but his nausea jumped up a notch. He spat the bitter taste in his mouth and rubbed his stomach, sweat running down his forehead and his shirt glued to his back, even though it was a pretty chilly day out.

He rasped out, trying to catch his breath and keep his lunch down at the same time, which was proving to be a challenge. Another wet burp rolled up and Lucas groaned, pressing his forehead to the leather of the seats in front of him.

He palmed over his belly button, where he could feel some angry gurgling and pressing. Another sickening belch made past his lips, offering not an sliver of relief, but pushing the nausea back enough that Luke could straight up. His lips were covered with drool and Lucas grimaced, wiping his mouth and his forehead.

Well... fuck.

He still had to stop by the pharmacy, so despite his whole body aching and the contents of his stomach sloshing every time he so much as breathed, Lucas got to it.

The pharmacy was brighter than home depot, causing him to squint the entire time as he picked up the package of tampons, grabbing the cramps medicine with one hand and planting it all over the counter with a groan.

"Good... Good evening...?" the cashier sounded horrified and Lucas sighed.

"Not really," he took a step back to avoid breathing in their direction.

"Do you have our loya-"

"No, please," Luke groaned, "just... Please."

Catching the memo, the blonde before him scanned his itens as far as possible, flinching in sympathy when Luke's stomach gurgled.

"I also get super nauseous on my period," they said and Luke frowned, confused.

"I'm not... It's not my-" his stomach cramped again and the pressed the back of his hand to his mouth, gulping down and deciding not to clear up anything, "yeah, it fucking sucks. I'm sorry for-" he gestured to his general self, "keep the change."

"Feel better!" came a squeal behind him, followed by "ginger helps!"

He wasn't sure ginger or anything could help. Luke felt drunk by the time he pulled up in front of their place and he couldn't insert the fucking key.

His stomach was crawling up his throat and he gagged, liquid splashing on his tongue and puffing out his cheeks... He swallowed it back down, dropped the key and then slammed a hand against the door, "BELL! Open-" he gagged and slammed the door again, "BELL!"

He heard a distant squeal and then footsteps, followed by "Luke? Did you forget your-"

As soon as she opened the door, his stomach turned again and the only thing he could do in order to not throw up on her was grab his girlfriend by the arm and push her to his side, as vomit covered the very spot she had been standing on.

He crumbled down, falling to his knees and Bella let out a curse, barely avoiding the puddle of sick and holding his shoulders, "hey- Hey, Luke- Lucas-"

He was far from done. His stomach was still burning, bubblying with sick and he retched again, bracing against the floor and gagging as his hand met hot chunky vomit.

Bella planted a cold hand on his forehead and supported his head, a good thing she did because the next heave was productive and if it wasn't for her holding his head, he'd have covered his shirt with it.

Red sauce sprayed all over the Welcome In mat and Lucas groaned, wrapping an arm around his stomach and turning around, dizzily falling on his ass, head meeting the open door.

"Joder, Luke," Bella cursed, hands cupping his cheeks and gagging softly as her knee met the puddle that was impossible to avoid, "what the hell, baby...?"

"Sorry," his voice was completely gone and Lucas ducked his head, belching to his lap and spreading his legs apart so he could spit on the already destroyed mat, "sorry, I-"

"That was frankly the most impressive Exorcist imitation I've ever seen," Bella teased lightly, leaning in and planting her lips to his clammy forehead, "I think you're running a fever, Luke."

"Kill me," he groaned pitifully, muffling another burp against her band t-shirt, "my stomach hurts, Bell..."

"Okay, uhm..." she ran a hand through his hair, then down his sweat covered shirt, "you need a shower... I'm gonna-" Bella grimaced, glancing at the mess on their front door, covering the mat, running down the brick step, "Yeah, I'm gonna trash that mat and wash this down, alright?"

"Sorry-"

"Shh," she kissed his temple, "are you done?"

"Fuck no," Lucas groaned, "I had a large lunch."

"Well, you couldn't have known-"

"I knew," he grimaced, leaning back against the door and rubbing his stomach, tugging at the shirt and sighing as his girlfriend helped him strip it off, despite the fact they were sitting on the front step, facing the street, "my stomach was already hurting, but I thought it was hunger..." he burped, pressing on his belly, "I was wrong."

Bella let out a disappointed sigh, "clearly," she rolled her eyes, then used his shirt to wipe down his mouth and glanced at his belly, "okay, can you stand?"

"Give me a minute."

"Sure," she cringed, stroking his cheek, "let's sit here with the puddle of vomit."

"Uhm," Lucas smiled, tiredly and rubbed yet another wet burp up, "I got you the tampons."

"...Ah puta mierda, Lucas, you didn't have to go to the pharmacy when you were sick!" Bella exclaimed, "no wonder you couldn't make it home."

"I did make it home," he glared at her in a lighthearted manner, then gagged as another churn warned him his stomach was done with his silly teasing. He burped in his fist and then patted Bella's hip with his free hand, "move-"

She almost fell off the step in her rush to move out of the way and Lucas groaned as he felt her hands on his shoulders, keeping him from leaning too forward. He gagged, no longer bothering to aim anywhere. It was already a horrible mess.

Bella's thumb was rubbing lazy circles on his nape and Luke tried to focus on it, but it was to no avail. With another belch, he coughed and a gush of chunky vomit joined the previous mess, some of it covering the hem of his jeans.

"Gross," Bella mumbled, "take a deep breath, Lu-"

He heaved, loudly, and another watery amount rushed up, stinging his nose, mostly pink instead of the cartoonish red from before, "I think..." Lucas burped, spitting the thick saliva pooling in his mouth, "think I'm done."

She let out a humm and kissed the top of his head, "alright, then hold on me. Let's get you in a shower... Or to a priest."

Lucas groaned, hugging his stomach, "don't make me laugh, my stomach is so sore."

Bella opened a smile, grabbing his arm, "up, up, up."

He allowed her to pull him to his feet, swaying on the spot and grabbing on the door handle to keep him from toppling over her, "this isn't fair, my first night home in three days."

"You might consider where you picked this stomach bug in the first place," Bella said, gently maneuvering him around the cramped house, towards the bathroom, "I'm going to tell Wendy."

"About me hurling?" Lucas blinked, confused as Bella pushed him inside the shower and turned the water on, his jeans and sneakers be damned.

"Yeah, it's worrying if you got this in the hospital," she said, then gestured to the water, so he'd get in.

"Okay," Lucas sighed in relief as the water washed down the clammy sweat, hands fumbling with his jeans that were getting heavier and heavier with the water, "this wasn't very smart- Ow!" he jumped as Bella slapped his hand away and promptly undid his pants, "watch those claws, Bella!"

She snorted, crouching down to peel them off his legs. She grabbed his hip when Lucas swayed and moved up, balling the ruined pants in her hand, "I'll be back in a second. Don't fall and hit your head."

"I'm a better patient than Vince."

His girlfriend rolled her eyes, "not by much, baby. Not by much,"

#sickfic #emetophilia #emeto #mywriting #lucas atwood #lucas x bell my beloveds #stomach flu #🌙 anon #i have not reread this one and my corrector is in the wrong language #so i expect it to be typo filled

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biribaa · 2 years

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Can I get some gaurdian x trans male reader fluff? If you're not comfy with that just gaurdian x reader fluff please :D

Guardian x Trans male! Reader

Scenario: You are the only human in the giant city full of robots, plus a trans man(swag) and your """FRIEND""", the Guardian, compliments your top scars even though he doesn't know what it is

This is my first time writing a reader that is specifically transmasc- But still I'm glad to have this request, I love writing new stuff :)

Because you offered me the reader as trans, I thought I should write something that has to do with that, because the information of the reader being trans would be useless. The idea of "dysphoria" doesn't suit me well, I never thought it was a good idea to write about it, then my silly mad scientist mind said "Oh just do something cute n silly Biriba everyone likes silly and cute things. You like top scars, right? Write bout this then" Then i did

Also nice Chrissy pfp. Question: do u wake up?

As much as you are safe, with food and clothes, the fact that you are the only human still... scares you. A strange feeling of loneliness. You admit you miss certain people after the incidents, but... What matters now is now, and what matters is that you are alive, and with machine company.

After all how long have you been here? 1 year? Woah time goes by fast... At first it was difficult for you, you hardly had any kind of food or place to stay, but the rumors about you spread quickly. "Have you heard of the human?" "What does he want here?" "Will he be a problem?" Blah blah blah. At least that's what you thought they spoke, you didn't understand their language back then

Over time, the robots stopped looking at you strangely and started talking to you directly which I will mention again, you didn't understand anything of their language, so you just nodded . Some were curious kids, some were adults, there were even people offering you gifts! You started to feel much more welcome in this place than before

One of the machines that caught your attention the most was the Guardian, someone quite loyal and humble. Since you met him you already respected him, everyone obeyed him and after all he had a great spirit of leader, how can you not respect a guy like him? Plus! He was very kind to you and even offered to teach you some of their language so you could socialize, and you did the same so he could communicate better with you.

He said that he would be responsible for you, so you don't make any kind of "mess". And you're glad he said that, because nowadays you're roommates! You sleep in his house and in time Guardian has simply accepted that you will now live with him, and luckily you two have created a great attachment and trust with each other

You felt accepted and safe in this place ignoring the zurks, and you feel that's just what you need to stay in this place...

You positioned yourself in your supposed room that you shared with Guardian, and no, you don't sleep with him, the guardian gave you a mattress for you to sleep on the floor. Guardian had recently arrived, it was rare for you to see him at home, usually he doesn't even turn off to prevent get stressed about his role in the slums

It turns out that today you slept all day and didn't leave the house, the reason why you're shirtless and with sweatpants. You looked at yourself in a large rectangular mirror, wanting to prevent any kind of messy hair or rumpled face. You ran your hand through your hair and patted your face a few, right! You are now ready for social interaction with your partner!

You walked to the doorless entrance that led to the main room, with an old counch, but enough, and old tables in the corner with Guardian's utensils. You admit, the Guardian's house had an amazing aesthetic and the yellow lights and a but of blue lights with a little dim lighting maked it all better.

Your eyes stayed on the iron head that appears to be on the couch, which was free to be bothered by some friend. You smiled, and walked to the back of the couch, placed one hand against the fabric, and pulled all your weight to snuggle into the couch next to Guardian. He jumped and faced you with what appeared to be a shocked cartoonist-style face, your face showed otherwise, you chuckled

In your friend's case, he was without the red robe but still with the hat on, your silly human logic said he might be naked, but he didn't have any genitals so...

"Hi, hi friendo!" You exclaimed, of course, in the language Guardian was used to but obviously as I don't know that language and it's not even available in the translator mainly because it's fictional let's assume it's translated here, in the oneshot, but in the scene you and Guardian are actually speaking in that language

"What a surprise to see you, normally you do nothing all day and because of that I rarely see you" The Guardian joked, in a calm tone as his personality

"What– I should be saying this, you rarely see me because you stay at your job all day!" You argued with crossed arms, your tone getting "aggressive", but with the joke still in the air

"Yes, to protect you and others" He replied monotonously

You even opened your mouth to make one more argument, but you gave up, you weren't capable of debating with a good-hearted robot

"Ah... Dang it, you're a gentleman... You're lucky I like you" You leaned your back against the couch with a smile plastered on your face as Guardian turned his head towards you.

"And what would you do if you didn't like me?" The machine protested, his first impression was a neutral face

"Well I... wouldn't be your friend?" You looked at Guardian with one eyebrow up and one eyebrow down, your voice came out more hesitant than you imagined as you explained

And after the answer, Guardian looked at the nothing in front of him "Oh" A brief pause of a few seconds... "Devastating"

You gave a soft and low chuckle with the answer. You placed your hands over your head and comforted yourself on the couch with eyes closed.

And no matter what, of course you had to get the Guardian's attention, don't blame him... He can't help it, he can't get an explanation, he just has to give you all of his attention all of a sudden. Admiring your beauty? Why? You've only been friends for 1 year and you already have great intimacy and live together. Why would he admire you because of love? He has no time for love! He got a city to protect, he got you to protect

But you. You always have to muddy his thoughts in his artificial mind in one of his days of jobo. He should be mad about that, shouldn't he? Usually people get angry when someone bothers them, right? But why doesn't this happens when it's you? The person who somehow managed to liven up his life with your original personality and appearance?... ALRIGHT ALRIGHT, what if he was actually in love with you? Can robots fall in love? Would he have time for you? What would it be like to have a relationship with you? The main question... Would you by any chance accept his feelings? Will there be a moment where he can tell someone that you're his boyfriend? Or even his husband? A human and a robot having a romantic relationship... It feels like a fantasy to him, not because it's just any human, because it's you, the amazing and unique you.

Everyday. Every day it's the same thought that comes to the same conclusion of how much Guardian admires you. Of how grateful he is to have you as his friend, even though he wants the two of you to be more than friends, lovers. Every day he thinks about you as much as it doesn't seem like it. Your soft and smooth skin, no no no... The skin coming specifically from your hand, he wants to hold it, squeeze it and admire it, hold your wrist on a cold, dark night under the blankets, and then admire your veins, nails, and maybe even the body hair on your arms. Your hair, whether short or long, wavy or straight, it's something he's not used to, but even so, your hair is so good to... put his hand, to feel. And then– and then theres your eyes! And your personality and–– and– and!... Urgh...

Everything, everything about you makes Guardian happy. For him, you are everything. A miracle that happened to him

Guardian slightly turned his head towards you, it looked like you were or started to sleep, so it would be okay for him to admire you for just a few seconds, right? Wait... wouldn't that be considered wrong, would it?

IT DOESN'T MATTER! He was already admiring your face, how your nose fit the rest of your face, your eyelids(Bonus part for people with dark circles: Guardian noticed the dark smudges under your eyelid, he couldn't help but be slightly worried and wondering if it was any health problem, but even so, that was a hint of originality in you), your cheeks, your ears, your... lips...

And then, his head moved to your hand, remembering his secret desire to squeeze it. Feel your warm and veined fingers with his cold, metal fingers, you are the complete opposite of him and he love it

He took a quick look at your chest, not wanting to stare too long, no matter how much you are or at least appear to be sleeping, he was embarrassed to do that, especially to you

But, he noticed certain scars under your nipples

Several questions arose, what kind of battles did you participate in to receive such scars? How did your enemy hit you to make your scar look like this? Wait... Did you participate in battles?

Guardian felt 30 times happy. You? The person he most loves and admires sharing the feeling of a deadly battle? He could be smiling forever if he had lips and teeth, so he simply added a smiley face to his screen

"Did you... participate in battles Y/N?"

"Hm?" You muttered, opening one of your eyes and looking towards your friend

"You know, fights, I've noticed your scars and I'm... curious about your stories" Guardian queries "Of course, only if you're comfortable with sharing some memoirs, in my opinion these scars... they suit you"

"Scars? What scars-" You would question with both eyes already open, when realization hit your head "Wait–" You lower your head to your chest, spotting your set of cicayries "Are you talking about these?" You responded along with the sound of your laughter

"Yes" Guardian acknowledged

It didn't matter if maybe it sounded offensive, but you had to laugh at Guardian's naivete, but wait...you actually never told him that? About who you were, about your scars, your transition and all? GEEZ DUDE!

"Well uh– Oh! Yeah yeah! Those are battle scars!" You jested proudly, it was notable Guardian crossing his legs and putting his fingers together, making it obvious that he became more interested.

"Serious?" He questioned, you responded by nodding your head sterically

"Let's say... It was a battle for me to become who I really wanted to be!" You cajoled lifting a finger up while your free hand was on your waist, and on your face was a proud smile while Guardian seemed to be paying close attention

"Can you be more specific, for example, who were your enemies? Where did your battles take place? What weapon did you use?"

Okay seriously, you need to stop playing games with him. You rest your shoulder on the side of the armrest of the counch and cup your head in your palm of the supported arm and gave soft laughs. Guardian looked at you, and twist his head, as if the question was already on his face.

"You still don't get it, do you?" You said smiling

Guardian's on-screen face changes to his default face

You chuckled "Guardian i'm trans"

Guardian's head straightened again, it looked like he was processing the new information given.

"Let's say you are that gender, but you are not comfortable with that gender, so you change your gender to the gender you are most comfortable with." You smiled "And in my situation, I feel more comfortable with the male gender, and these scars-" you point to your scars on your chest "-it's a surgery I had to have a more masculine body."

You removed your arm from the armrest of the counch just as you took your head out of your hand, a brief moment of silence ensued...

This information only made you more and more interesting in the Guardian's "eyes". It's more information about you, the person he loves the most. Why wouldn't he be happy to hear good news about you?

"Ha... I don't know how I forgot to tell you this, but still I...uh...I hope you'll accept me" You told breaking the silence . Your tone of voice sounded much more serious than it normally is.

"Why wouldn't I?" He began, now with a smiley face on his screen "There's no problem with that. If you're happy with it, so am I." The simple words reached your heart almost immediately, and so, you eternally smiled.

You pulled Guardian into a hug, pressing your arms against your friend's metal torso, you nuzzled your head on his shoulder like a happy child after winning their favorite candy. It took a while for Guardian to respond to the hug and realize that you were actually hugging him, your body was so warm and comfortable, if he could he would hold you forever. He hesitantly placed his arms over you, and enjoyed the warm, and soft hug from his dear and lovely human friend.

———

I admit, I'm cis and I was kind of anxious to write this and accidentally offend someone, as much as I've researched bout transmasc and top scars I'm still afraid that instead of making you comfortable, I maked u disgusted

If i did, i beg to yall be patient with me and not already point fingers at me saying im transphobic cuz i tried

BUUUT AT THE ORHER SIDE

I FOUND THIS PLOT ADORABLE JASJHSH i loved to write the big texts about how much Guardian loves you and blahblahblah JSHHDHSUWHS

Loved to write this

#stray #stray game #stray 2022 #straycats #stray x reader #stray game x reader #robots #robot x human #robot x reader #x reader fluff #fluff #transmasc #x reader #reader insert #trans #robophilia #canon x reader

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saphirabluish · 1 year

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I had a week with ups and downs.

Monday, my new couch for my old room at my parents' got delivered. Due to my not so nice neighbours, I'm spending a lot of time there and I didn't have anywhere to sit/sleep besides an old mattress on the floor. Yeah, I'm too old for that and after begging for half a year or so, my parents let me finally buy a couch for my old room (Yes, I had to ask/beg even though I paid for everything with my own money.).

-heads up - medical stuff ahead-

On Tuesday, I went to my GP because something on the upper part on my chest (between my collar bones, just bit further down) got infected (started noticing it Friday evening/Saturday morning), kept growing and didn't go away. By the time I made it to the doc, it's been roughly the size of my palm and protruding quite a bit (I kinda felt like someone in "Alien" -.-). Doc took one look and ordered immediately antibiotics and tried to get as much stuff out of it as possible and kept muttering that it's on a dangerous place. I don't know why that is a dangerous place but I just believe them and consider myself lucky that I got treatment when I got it.

Went back the next evening for the scheduled check up and while it had shrunk, both docs took a look after getting stuff out of it again and ordered me to go the Hospital to get it cut open because it still had stuff inside that they couldn't get out. :/ They even called ahead to let them know that I'm coming since it's been already outside of the regular hours for the non-emergency department. :/ Got there, got it cut open (felt even more like in "Alien" due to the lights overhead and several heads leaning over me XD) and have been back there every day til Friday because the infection takes its sweet time to go away so that they can close it back up again (yeah, that means I'm running around with an open chest "wound". Kinda cool even if it's just a cut. ;)).

Friday, the infection has been still there but only a little bit but they still didn't want to close it up just in case. Next appointment - Wednesday and then, hopefully, they can close it up and it's "only" getting check ups for the wound management/stitches (?) at my GP. Yesterday evening it's been the first time I didn't notice anything while doing certain moves or lying on my side, so I'm hopeful.

Interestingly, while the infection hurt and when I gently pressed on it to check how big it was - it also hurt. But, when the Doc had to manipulate/press it to get the stuff out - it didn't except for one or two places a bit? Same when they cut it open. I only got iceing spray, no local or anything. Yes, the first cut hurt but then? Nothing and also when they pressed it. The rinsing hurt a bit. But other than that? But, both my GP as well as the nurses/docs in Hospital kept saying that I should tell them if I need a break due the pain and that they are sorry for causing me so much pain and so on and looked a bit unbelieving when I told them that it doesn't hurt much? I honestly don't know if it's good thing that I didn't feel the pain everyone was expecting or not. However, putting in the stripe to prevent the wound from closing up on Friday hurt like hell and more than everything else together. XD

Due to spending so much time at the Doc/Hospital during the busy season in my job, meant that I had to work longer than planned in the evenings and I also had to work yesterday. Booo.

Today, I'm chilling on my new couch and don't want to get up and go back to my flat because it's sooooooo comfy. Don't wanna. But, I have to. :(

I hope, you had a better week than me!

#me #personal #medical stuff

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frogsandfries · 10 months

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Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh....!!

My first time sleeping in a bed since May.

My first time sleeping on a decent mattress since 2020.

My first time sleeping with brand new pillows in a looooonnnnngggggg time. I'm gonna level with you, even though I love to use pillow cases, it was really hard not to think about how absolutely biohazardous my ex's pillows were. These pillows are so fresh, so fluffy! Mmmm!! I am so comfy right now.

I also got a body pillow. It was supposed to just be for the wall, but ohhhhhhh god it's so nice to rest my body on.

I've been hunting down more fan typesets today--I found a couple of illustrated typesets of Manacled, plus some other DraMione fanfic typesets. Obviously I'm just going to work on one at a time, but I'd like to find some other fanfics that I would actually read to couch this mild obsession in.

Did you know, there are fanfics for Abarat, Amelia Bedelia and Aenid? Like, why bother writing fanfic for the Aenid; just write your thing and pretend it isn't fanfic, at that rate. The American Girl stories (yes, like the dolls) each have their own sub-class by girl.

I got distracted working on end pages and my cover cut outs, so I didn't even get through the A's on Ao3, but it was definitely its own fun.

Ugh tired. Why do my neighbors have to have their TV out music or whatever so loud literally all the time.......

I am dying to get my paper tomorrow. I'm so excited to have proper binding tape. I'm so excited. I've been borderline obsessed so far this week; I love bookbinding, and I know it's not like, perfectly exactly the same thing, but I'm really looking forward to dipping my toe into the world of archiving the internet.

Maybe one day, I need to preserve my Tumblr or something....... it's just hard to even think of archiving an as-yet living document, but as with my photo archive, I know all too well the consequences of waiting too long........

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windblooms · 3 years

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liyue boys – how they touch their s/o

headcanons and scenarios of how childe, chongyun, scaramouche, xiao, xingqiu, and zhongli would romantically interact with their s/o.

gender-neutral reader. sfw scenarios for each character, with additional suggestive implications for childe, scaramouche, xiao, and zhongli (since they’re confirmed legal). 2309 words.

childe

the Touchiest of the liyue boys

he just really, really fond of touching you, whether it be with his fingers through your hair or having you a hand on your lap.

the first time he wanted to touch you, he actually asked (yes, verbally) if you were okay with him doing so

at least one of his acts with you could be orthodox, yeah? although, looking back on it now, he supposes that he was attempting to be a bit more serious and wasn’t sure how to convey the sentiment when his reputation often preceded him

since then, he’s made a habit to have you next to him at all times

you don’t mind, since his attention is admittedly nice, but understandably neither of you want to display affection towards each other in the presence of his coworkers.

if you were to be in public, such as walking down the streets of liyue, then he’d have his fingers laced between yours

if he were to be in a particularly good mood that day, he’d actually have you hook your arm around his. you’re not sure why – but maybe it’s because more of you would be pressed against him that way.

an avid displayer of fleeting touches. some are playful, like tapping his finger on your nose to get your attention, while others are slightly more teasing, like trailing his fingers up your thigh when you’re working and really shouldn’t be getting distracted.

“i can’t help it. your expressions are always the best part.”

so long as you’re next to him, he’ll find any excuse possible to have himself on you.

you’re cold? take his coat, but also a complimentary hug because wow he’s kinda sorta warm for a snezhnayan native.

got work to do? he’ll stroll over to you every once in a while, claim he’s checking on you, and then place a kiss on your cheek as “encouragement.”

just got home from a long day out? take some time to lay on top of him, he makes for a comfy mattress

his favorite ways to touch you: gloves off, thumb rubs against the back of your hand, hands cradling your neck or squeezing your hips in more passionate moments. especially enjoys contact the more of your body he feels. not sexual all the time, but definitely sensually pleasing. he’s reassured when he feels you next to him.

chongyun

chongyun is relatively inexperienced in acting out his romantic impulses.

hand holding? yeah, sure, he knows it’s what people do, but apparently there something about interlacing fingers . . . ?

also, there are different ways to hug? he thought that just wrapping his arms around your shoulders would be fine, but is there a specific instance where he should “back hug” you?

he thinks there should be a lover’s manual for how to go about with physical touch, but sadly there isn’t, and he’s left by himself to make sense of his confusion.

he’ll have to learn first-hand – something he quickly realizes he won’t mind.

chongyun’s touches will reflect his nature: gentle and initially somewhat shy, but he will gradually become more confident as time goes on.

the first time he tries to initiate hand-holding with you, you’re sitting next to each other on the couch

you can tell something’s a bit off by how he’s staring straight into your skull, as if he’s conflicted over something even when there’s nothing to be distressed about –

and he lifts his hand, hesitantly, and you swear that he’s shaking, before he mumbles something along the lines of “screw this” and just

places the tips of his fingers over the back of your hand and

just leaves them there

and you’re blinking, not quite sure what to make of his awkwardness, before connecting the dots when you see him absolutely red in the face.

he’s startled when he hears you laugh, and especially when you move your hand to securely grasp his own.

you’re warm, incredibly so, and when he looks up from his lap to affirm that he hasn’t made a complete mess of the mood, you’re there to give him a pat on the head.

“y-yeah. can we stay like this? hey! no, don't laugh – ”

the take-away: soft boy. will realize that he loves it when you squeeze his hands but will be flustered when admitting it. also internally enjoys it when you put your chin atop his head, and when you let him put his hand on your shoulder. will become more confident over time with showing affection, whether it be through light touches or shy pecks.

scaramouche

scaramouche is admittedly one of the more destructive harbingers

meaning he wouldn’t be one to be gentle in the slightest

probably doesn't even know that hugging is supposed to be an act of affection and instead registers it as another method to crush someone’s chest

the least likely out of the liyue boy to even be in a romantic relationship

but in the off chance that he is,

warm affection won’t be on the menu unless you’re in a dream sequence.

yes, he might not be as irritable around you. yes, he won’t immediately scowl at your presence, and maybe even request for you to be beside him once in a while.

but that is a far cry from assuming stable, healthy intimacy.

the closest he’s ever gone to touching you kindly is by pulling you towards him – nearly winding you with his forcefulness – and insisting that you play with his hair

(definitely a pushy one, and it would be endearing if not for the fact that he does not know how to interact constructively with others.)

so it’ll take time, lots of explanations and dialogue to tell him that no, he doesn’t have to be so rough with his grasp, and yes, it does bother you and you’d insist that he learn to be gentler before touching you again.

he won’t strike you down for speaking your mind – that’s exactly why he’s with you to begin with, since you were able to back up your wit with fight.

he’ll grumble, as if you had told him the most unpleasant of news (which you suppose you just have), but nonetheless attempts to mimic touches you would approve of.

scaramouche is, admittedly, easy to vex. while he might generally be a hassle to handle, the only time you do let him give in to his harsh tendencies are when you two are kissing each other a bit too hard or grabbing each others’ clothes too eagerly.

in other words, making out.

it’s obvious that he enjoys these more aggressive instances over the ones you’ve convinced him to be satisfied with. it’s an agreement that both of you have come to terms with: if he’s to command ask for little things, he better be respectful about it. but when you decide to reward him for exercising restraint publicly, it’s behind his door where you let him go unrestrained.

“so long as you’ll still let me do this, then i might tolerate your . . . other preferences.”

xiao

he’s not sure when you became more comfortable with one another, but for some reason he’s certain that it had to be after you commented on his hair

something about it being soft and appealing to braid – not that he would ever let you,

okay, maybe if you ask enough times. but for now the answer is definitely no.

anyways,

you were actually the one to ask to hug him first. he was a bit perplexed, wondering what you were thinking that prompted you to ask, but then realized that neither of you had been physically affectionate before.

as in, not even hand holding. or hand squeezes. or anything else that would be considered basic between partners.

as quickly as you asked, he affirmed that it was all right, and has since become attuned to your need for physical assurance.

something about him “feeling like home” and “safe.” at the time, he wasn’t sure what feeling like a home meant, however through time he realized that you felt like home as well.

soothing. as if automatic, he fits your body into his and holds the back of your head against his chest, lets you twirl your fingers in your hair, and carries you into bed.

under the covers, he feels more alone with you, as if the closed door isn’t already enough.

even in the dark, his eyes will roam all over your face, and he’ll run his fingers over your cheeks, down your neck, and over your collarbones.

he can feel you shudder slightly under his touch, and he’ll always stop immediately, concerned for your discomfort.

but when you take his hand to your lips and press kisses on his fingers, he’s relieved that he’s still doing right by you.

so long as you’re sure, he’ll continue his ministrations. whether it be holding your form flush against him as you drift to sleep, or crooking his finger under your chin so he can mold your lips together just the way you like, so long as you both know you’re safe with him.

in short: inexperienced, but always concerned for you. won’t do anything unless you ask or suggest, and even then, his care for you is more obvious than the wake of day with the sunrise.

“i’ll hold you as long as you let me – if you’d have me be with you.”

xingqiu

simple: dramatic.

if you thought that the novels he’s written have gotten to his head, then you would be completely right, because he does not miss an opportunity to add in some flair to your relationship.

produces a glaze lily out of thin air each time he greets you after your day of work, “fairest, this is for thou,” and has the audacity to look pleased with himself.

a nerd at heart, and you might unironically think it’s cute if not for the laughs he allows himself afterwards.

is always smiling when you touch, even if you’re just bumping into him accidentally.

it doesn’t take much to make him happy, you realize, but that assumption morphs into wow he just. really loves with his whole heart.

xingqiu’s a magnet when it comes to your shoulder, somehow always leaning against you when given the opportunity

you could be sitting next to each other at the table, or even standing up talking to other people, and he’ll latch onto your shoulder.

“i’ve got you right next to me. why not capitalize on the moment?”

absolutely adores it when you let him play with your hair. you’re not sure what it’s about, but after his obvious attachment to your arm, you just decided that he was a very physical lover and you’d be more than willing to indulge him.

if you come visit him when he’s reading or writing, he gets especially excited because!!! head rest!!!!

and consider yourself occupied for easily the next hour as he rattles off yet another plot of a novel, or attempts to woo you with sappy lines that he decided to mentally bookmark just to tease you with later.

in the instances when he isn’t occupying your lap or shoulder, he actually likes it when you lean on him as well, especially if you’re sleepy. he finds the whole act endearing, either you being too lazy to move to bed or finding him comfortable.

so long as you don’t tire of his antics, he’ll be sure to indulge you in the same.

zhongli

despite being what some would call oblivious when it comes to human interaction, zhongli is surprisingly romantically competent so long as you give him time to adjust.

he’s quick to notice things you like and hones in on them with relative ease. admittedly, the first time you hugged him, he was a bit stiff, but was actually the one to initiate physical affection the following time.

it gives you hope that there aren’t actually cobwebs still in that thousand year-old brain of his.

already a traditional man, you soon realize that he’s fond of more innocent touches, such as when you slot your fingers against his or unbind his hair to play with the strands.

he might even fall asleep if you comb his hair long enough, enjoying being spoiled.

forehead kisses!

at least twice a day, he’ll brush aside your bangs and place pecks on your forehead. if not your forehead, then definitely your cheeks.

lowkey wants to pinch your cheeks. you’re not sure why. maybe it’s the childish curiosity that peaks out of him every so often, and he’ll absent-mindedly comment that your cheeks remind him of crystal shrimp balls.

you’d stutter every time, finding his sense in compliments endearing yet flustering at once, and he’d just blink, the sincere man he is.

“but they do. flush with color.” a pause. “could i maybe have a bite?”

ah, yes, when he does want a bite –

his touches will be unbearably soft. so much so that you’re not even sure he’s real, with the tenderness on his fingers and warmth in his voice.

zhongli cherishes you as if he’s waited a thousand years for you. in the back of his head afraid that if he’s any more present then he might break you, as if he would ever capable of doing something like that –

he’ll have your thighs around his waist, body above your own and mouth leaving fleeting pressures along your neck

each time his lips press into your skin, he leaves sweet words behind.

he only wishes to enjoy the moments he has with you, so long as you enjoy yourself as well. zhongli will be attuned to your preferences, and take delight in spoiling you rotten – even if he might be a bit unorthodox with his speech, his sentiment is never in question.

#genshin impact #childe x reader #tartaglia x reader #zhongli x reader #xiao x reader #scaramouche x reader #chongyun x reader #xingqiu x reader #scenarios #headcanons #short king will count as a liyue boy for now #can you see my zhongli bias? yes #italics need a break

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limey-writes · 2 years

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Hey hey could I request Headcanons for the merc from you this idea just popped into my head. Okey so do to some issues the base base to sleep in a room together and because of to little space the mercs have to share a mattress with their crush (preferably female). I hope it's okey and all in your guide lines! Have a nice day!

I really am a sucker for this idea and I'm so glad I've received it <3 I'll do 4 of my personal favorites (:

(I, again, went overboard with this idea so please enjoy I worked very hard lol)

Sniper

The base was completely trashed. Demo and Engie's little experiments together didn't exactly work as planned and more than half the base had to have some repairs done. Half the mercs had to bunk with the others, some of them (Spy) refusing to share his room with anyone else ended up taking your temporary room you were assigned to, leaving you stuck trying to find a bunk mate. You usually would try going to Pyro, since they had the most cozy room, but unfortunately for you they had already decided to hang out with their best pal Engie. At this point you were already set on just sleeping on the couch, grabbing your blankets and pillows to make your way to the couch calling your name to rest upon it. A hand gently places itself on your shoulder, causing you to pause and look behind at whoever came up to you. You were met with the sunglasses-covered eyes looking down at you with a shy look on his face as he clears his throat. seemingly trying to find the words to talk to you.

"I heard you need a bunkmate sheila.." His voice finally rings out, seeming unsure of what he wanted to ask. He watches you nod a bit, a smile now apparent on his face as he now places his hands in his pockets, trying to calm himself from the excitement he was holding in as he mumbles out his next question.

"Well how about you come bunk with me instead? You 'n me in the camper, just like those sleepovers you do with Pyro." He barely manages to make a coherent sentence, making it look like such a struggle as you raise an eyebrow, a little giggle from you while you gently pat his arm.

"I'd love to bunk with you Mundy!" You say gratefully, lowering your voice saying his name, knowing you shouldn't be saying it so loud with the others being so close now. You loop your arm around his, making him stiffen and pull your arm closer to him. You smile as he tries making his way to the camper parked outside, you following along with your arms linked together, him opening the door for you, letting you come inside before walking in behind you before shutting the door after walking in himself.

You take a second to look around, not having had exactly spent that much time in here and the rare occasions you had usually were very short-lived. Now taking in the new scenery you couldn't help but appreciate the tidiness that was inside, lived in but still comforting. You spot the bed, it looked so comfy right about now, practically calling you to come lay on it. Immediately making a beeline to the bed, you sat down on its edge, patting the spot next to you for Sniper to come and sit down next to you, which of course he did without hesitance, the bed dipping now with the two of you on it, so close to each other might I add.

Leaning your head on his shoulder, you yawn, a small smile spreading on your face. "Thanks for letting me bunk with you, I wouldn't know what I'd do if I got stuck with Scout or something." You chuckled, already imagining you and Scout arguing over who had top bunk and smacking him with the pillow when he snores too loud. You felt him shake as he laughs to himself, his tenseness seemingly melting as he relaxed around you, before shifting to get comfortable with you leaning on him.

"Yeah well, I bet he really regrets getting stuck with Heavy, those two always end up butting heads with Scout being the way he is." He falls back onto the bed, leaving you sitting up and huffing, falling back along side him as your conversation continues on, the night going by until you both found yourselves in the deep quiet hours of the night, a few comments here and there keeping the two of you awake, your eyes started to shut after the clock turned 3 am, listening to Sniper answer what type of bread he enjoys the most for his sandwich and with his soup. Once he finally started to question why you haven't answered him back after that, he realizes that you've finally fallen asleep. A tender smile appears on his face as he slowly gets up, shifting you so you can be much more comfortable before scooting in beside you. The thick blanket weighed on you both, his eyes starting to shut as he pressed a kiss onto the top of your head gently, right before letting sleep steal him as well.

Medic

You had just woken up from a surgery that Medic had administered on you, your tired eyes spy him on the other side of the room writing on a clipboard, his usual blood stained attire now changed into his tidy vest and button down, not noticing that you had already woken up from your heavy slumber. You clear your throat, catching his attention as you make your attempt to sit up, causing him to rush over and gently push you back down.

"No no lieb, you mustn't get up, you haven't even fully gotten the anesthetic out of you." He scolds you, his warm hands gently patting your arm and holding one of your own as he stares at you worriedly. Your small smile easily melted away his worry, his gaze softening as you try again to sit up, using his hands for support while you lean against him.

"I'm fine really, I just don't want to be stuck lying down all day, you know I rather just be productive or something.." Your voice strains out, his hands holding you like a delicate piece of porcelain, his usual loud and confident demeanor was now cooled to a sweet, relaxed man, you were a bit confused but chalked it up to him being worried for your health (ya rite lol). He helps you get steady, taking a seat next to you on the small chair that you just how realized wasn't there when you first went under. Did he wait long for you to wake up or something?

As if reading your mind, he smiles sheepishly and answers what your face was portraying. "You had slept for much longer than expected, I had gotten worried for you since usually you wake much faster than now. Have you been resting well?" You think about the question, you couldn't deny that you haven't been sleeping as well as you'd like, sleep just refused to come to you, as hard as you tried. Of course your hesitance to answer the question only confirmed his suspicions.

He turns back to his clipboard, writing a few notes on it that you presumed was about your sleeping habits. Turning back to you a few moments later, he pats the top of your hand gently as he gives you another warm smile. "No worries, we just need to give you a better way to sleep rather than resting under medication when you visit me." You rub the back of your neck, a shy look on your face as you turn your gaze away, his eyes still lingering on you as he took in how adorable you looked acting like that. He comes to your side, placing a hand on your shoulder delicately as you start to shift to get off of the table you were on, getting back on your feet and thanking him quietly for the help.

"Do you think..you can help me to my room?" You say quietly, already wanting to be back in your room and finish your rest that you had been pulled out of. A smile brightens his face as he nods, carefully leading you out of the room, holding you gently by his side. The halls were quiet tonight, you hadn't realized how late it had gotten, wondering how long you were under for. By the time you had reached your room, you were still stuck in your head, Medic giving you a curious look as he looks down at you, watching your face and how your expressions change.

"Are you alright? I know you haven't had much rest but don't worry we'll get you right to bed and sleeping away!" he says joyfully, his hands leaving your form as he gives you a slightly saddened look. "Well I suppose I'll leave you be and let you get comfortable.." Trailing off, his gaze falls to the ground as he turns to get back to his work. A pull to his sleeve stopped him as he turns back to face you, a hint of surprise and joy that you stopped him in his face, waiting for your next words.

"Actually, I think I would rather have you come in with me." You say confidently, instead of waiting for his response you had started to slowly pull him into your room, him following in suit without even trying to stop you. He realized already too late about the bedding situation, already tucked in beside you as you had both squeezed into the small bed. He tried leaving space between you but with how little wiggle room he had you instead were both side by side, him much more anxious now than before as he felt you even wiggle close, an arm wrapping around him as best as you could manage with his large frame. His arms hesitantly wrapped around you as well, sealing the spot between you as he sighed happily, about to say something before stopping himself, seeing you were already so easily asleep. He chuckles as he brings you closer, getting comfortable for the night, mumbling against the top of your head gently

"Sleep well Liebling~"

Scout

The knock to your door had startled you awake, a groan escaping you as you got out of your warm comfortable bed, your heavy steps coming to the door and finally opening it, ready to fight whoever had dared wake you from your slumber. Your tired eyes threatened to close on you, but you fought the urge to at least see who was outside your room. And before you could react, your best pal Scout enveloped you in a hug, snapping you out of your tired state. You pat his back, confused as you start to ask him what happened, getting interrupted by the sound of his quiet whimpers, immediately giving you the sign that he was not doing well at all.

You brought him inside your room silently, letting him mumble his worries away as you held him in the dark room, sitting him on the bed as you continued to hug him. He grips your night shirt tightly in his hands, burying his head against you as you gently run your hand through his hair, whispering words of affirmation to him to try and calm him down. His small whimpers continue, but instead he pops his head up to stare up at you the best he could in the darkened room.

"Thanks..I know you've been sleepin' but I really needed to talk to you.." He says between his little whimpers, worrying you even more as you wait for him to continue. "I just..got really worried ya know? I had a real bad dream and you didn't wanna hang around me no more." He trembles in your arms, his hands tightening a little around your shirt, loosening now to instead hug you tightly against him.

"Oh Jeremy, you're my best friend, you know I wouldn't ever leave you after everything we've been through together." You say to try and calm him, holding his face with one of your hands as the other continues to gently rake through his hair, seemingly helping his trembling form. "You mean so much to me, I'd love to be your friend forever." He continues to look at you, one of his hands letting you go and mimicking your actions as he places his hand on your face.

"Ya really mean that? Even if I end up being a jerk to you on accident?" He asks wearily, his eyes half lidded as his thumb gently rubs against your cheek. His usual wrapped hands were free from the bandages tonight and the calloused feel somehow felt calming as you smiled at him, nodding as you sit down next to him while holding the hand that was once on your face in both of yours. "Besides," You started, a mischievous look in your eyes. "You already are being a little bit mean waking me up like that."

His eyes crinkle at the edges as he smiles back at you, chuckling himself as he takes a deep breath, the last of his worries leaving him for now as he looks down at your bed, deciding to take the spot you had been in not too long ago. He snuggles into your spot, wrapping himself in your entire blanket for comfort. You giggle, hugging the now Scout-burrito that look over majority of your bed. He sighs contently, turning to look at you as he smiles happily, so glad you're still by his side, and how much longer he should wait before finally asking you out.

And last, but not least,

Engie

You had caught him hanging in his workshop, tinkering with one of his sentries and trying to fix the one that was damaged in battle. You sigh as you check your watch, a flashing number of 12:27 blinked back at you. Quietly making your way inside, you hear him curse under his breath after something seemingly went wrong with his attempts at fixing things. Placing your hands on his shoulders gently, you feel him tense, but ease up only slightly as he realized who was holding him. He places the screwdriver down, tilting his head back to smile up at you, his hand moving up to take off his goggles.

"Well howdy honeybee, what brings you round these parts? Ain't it late for you?" He asks merrily, not fully recognizing the fact that you were giving him a displeased look, exhaustion clear in his face as your eyes scan his multiple coffee mugs, looking like they've been drank at least 3 times each. You shake your head and sigh, Dell's face still smiling at you happily, waiting for your answer. "So when's the last time you've slept since you've started this?"

His smile faltered slightly, a look of concern on his face now. "Oh honey, is that why you made your way over here? I don't mean to worry you if that's what you're thinking, just lose track of time sometimes." His voice rumbled out, making your stern look melting as you decide to take a seat beside him and yawning as you look over his work. His eyes watch you, confused as you take a look over his blueprints, peering over his notes that were barely legible, chicken scratch as he always called it. Your voice rang out and snapped him out of his heavy trance.

"You have really nice handwriting Dell, out of everyone here yours is always my favorite to see.." Your eyes dances across the pages, the letters neat and evenly spaced, grammar is absolutely perfect the more you looked through it. As you did so you didn't notice Engie's face as he watched you, a smile on his face from the praise and enjoying the fact you could enjoy his work. You were one of the few he shared most of his work with, he loved your comments and additional feedback, he felt less alone in his workshop whenever you visited. The usual sounds of work and metal scraping against each other was normal to him, that's until you waltzed in and decided to make your space in his workshop, and somehow even wiggled your way into his heart.

You finally look up from his work, catching his gaze on you and blushing slightly under the amount of focus he was giving you, seemingly catching his attention when you turned back away and immediately apologizing to you. "Sorry about that darl', I guess I must be much more tired than I thought." He says as he reaches for his cup of coffee, the steam slowly dissipating the longer it lingered on the table. Your hand stops his as you hold it, your stern look back as strong as ever as his breath catches in his throat as you held his hand tightly. "Oh no, no more coffee for you, you have to head to bed before it gets too late and Solder wakes us up at the crack of dawn." Your eyebrows furrow as you continue to stare him down, hoping that it'll at least convince him that you were very serious about this.

He head nods absently, his eyes trained on yours holding his and the longer you held it the more he could feel the blood rushing to his face and his ears. You both stand and you lead him to the couch that was in the corner of the room, knowing he's rather be sleeping in the comfort of his workshop rather than his normal room. Feeling that this will do, you point to the couch as he takes a seat, his hand still in yours as he smiles up at you, a quiet "thank you" coming from him.

Your face returns to its small smile that you couldn't help whenever he gave you that sweet grin, you didn't even realize in time his hand gripping yours a bit tighter before he pulls you down onto the couch with him, hugging you tight as he laughs heartily while you wiggled in his arms, giggling after the shock subsides. "Well gee Dell, I didnt realize that you needed a teddy bear to sleep." You teased him, taking off his helmet as he adjusted himself so you'd both be comfortable. "I think the only teddy bear I'd be sleepin' with would be you sweetheart." He ruffles up your hair, causing you to pout as you lay against him, your face turning pink at the remark. "I guess I'm glad I don't have to worry about a new bear taking my place huh?" You sit up a bit, looking down at him. "Though really, I think you should definitely be asleep by now, no working for you until tomorrow."

"Will you at least stay with me till I fall asleep then?"

"That's IF you fall asleep, silly!"

Even after he did, you never did leave the couch and ended up sleeping next to your own teddy bear

#tf2 #tf2 imagines #tf2 headcannons #tf2 engie #tf2 sniper #tf2 soldier #tf2 medic #reader x tf2 #tf2 headcanons #holy shit this took so long guys please i worked so hard lmao #enjoy your good pal Limeys shit ty ty

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Caffeine Rush: Chapter Seven / Decaf

W/C: 4k

Warnings: language, dirty thoughts, all of the dirty thoughts because Javi is a horndog, male masturbation... general spice. pining that could make a pine cone tremble.

A/N: welcome to pining central, enjoy your stay :) (ps when Steve says “Javier Peña” I need you to read that in the voice of Anthony Mackie going “SEBASTIAN STAN”)

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ordinary coffee that has had most of its caffeine removed from it before the beans are roasted.

You are a goddamn test on Javier’s self control. He feels like those biblical stories of men fighting back against temptation to prove themselves to God, except the only thing he has to prove is to himself. To you.

He’s always been enraptured by you, captivated by your smile and laugh but since you went ice skating, he hasn’t been able to get your body out of his mind. The way you fell asleep on him last night, nuzzled in like it was the safest place on earth. He could feel your breasts press into his skin, the warmth of your thigh hiked across his abdomen. If the past week has been some caffeine-induced fever dream, it’s becoming real now. You, a figment of his imagination before, maybe, are all flesh and blood and God, is he desperate for it.

Javier hangs around your apartment when you’re gone at work. He doesn’t have much else to do, considering you’re gone and he knows hardly anything about the city. He watches the daytime television on your couch, usually meanders to the coffee shop for a drink, spends some time there, and returns to the apartment.

He feels like he’s couch-surfing, like he did for a summer in his college years. He feels guilty occupying the space in your home, especially without payment. As he walks to the bathroom, he takes a long glance into your bedroom. The queen-sized bed is mussed, unmade before you left for work. The fitted sheet is pooled in the middle beneath where you sleep, the various blankets tossed about. It looks like the coziest damn thing he’s ever seen, especially after a couple of nights on a couch.

Javier almost thinks about giving in, waiting for you to ask him to sleep in your bed tonight then jumping at the chance. Maybe he will, if he’s tired enough. Maybe he won’t, but maybe he will. He can think of nothing better than the endless whir of the radiator as your perpetually-cold body nuzzles against him, brushes your nose against his bare chest.

It’s been a long time since Javi has fucked anyone, and he’s starting to feel it. He’s a little antsy, and the image of your body, your ass as you ice skate past him, haunts him like a bad dream- or rather some illicit fantasy he knows he shouldn’t be having.

Would you want him yet? You’ve told him you love him, but that was an accident. When he kisses you, you kiss back harder. Hell, you initiated the first kiss. You seem like you’ve been all-in on this relationship, taking things at a rushed pace that Javier certainly doesn’t mind. He spends a lot of the day contemplating that, standing on the tiny balcony of your apartment and smoking a couple of cigarettes.

At this point, he needs a distraction or he’s going to have to take matters into his own hands, quite literally. What better to kill the horny buzz making his head spin than to call Murphy?

The phone is in your bedroom, on the nightstand. Javier dares to sit on the edge of your bed, and actually moans aloud at the plush comfort, the way his ass sinks into it. Goddamn, he’ll have to get one of these. He wants nothing more than to lay back and fall into the bed, wait for you to get home and pound you into the comfortable mattress. But he doesn’t. He stays strong and picks up the phone, dialing the new Murphy residence in Miami.

After a couple of rings, a familiar voice answers. “Murphy’s.”

“Hey, bastard,” Javier chuckles, and he can hear the blonde man’s laughter from across the receiver.

“Javier Peña,” Steve drawls, dragging out the name. “Good to hear your voice, man. You finally come out of a ten-day celebratory drunkenness?”

“Don’t talk to me about binges,” Javier teases, but he smiles a little. He’s missed the man. He’s glad neither of them got in any trouble over the entire Los Pepes situation- God, that feels like ages ago now. It’s hard to believe he’s only been in D.C. what, eleven days? If Steve’s math is right, yeah. “No. I’m in D.C. still, if you can believe it. Just… bored.”

“Oh really?” the man scoffs, leaning against his kitchen counter in Miami with Olivia on his hip. “And why’s that? What are you still doin’ up there anyway? Thought you were goin’ to visit the old man.”

Javier shakes his head. “Plans changed. There’s, uh… there’s a girl.”

Steve lets out a wolf whistle, laughing. “And how much does she charge a night?”

“Not one of those. She works at a coffee shop around here,” he informs him. “She’s… she’s really something. Nothing I ever thought I’d be into. She’s gorgeous, man, and so energetic all the damn time. Seems like she has an IV of coffee from her shop,” he chuckles, looking off into space. He takes a pause. Steve doesn’t speak. “I wanna be with her Steve. I don’t… I don’t know if I can go back.”

He’s silent a little longer. “This is some kind of practical joke, right?” Steve says after a beat, barely holding back a laugh. Never has Javier been so sincere, so real and honest and open. And more specifically, he’s never been like this over a girl. Almost… mushy. Soft. “Tell me more,” he says, hoping the joke will give up.

Javier talks about you, describing every little detail with a grin on his face. He tells Steve about Tie Guy and ice skating and your piece of shit car, how you can spin in circles on the ice and how you remind him of a busy little bee, fluttering about the coffee shop.

Steve is genuinely rendered speechless; a hard thing to do. He blinks down at Olivia then straight ahead at the refrigerator, covered in photos and magnets and drawings. He can’t imagine Javier ever wanting something like this, like what he and Connie have, but he sure sounds like it. “That’s… something. Good for you, Javi,” Steve chuckles, resigning to sincerity. “I’m happy for you.”

Javier grumbles back. “Don’t get too happy. I have to go back to Calí in three weeks. She doesn’t want me to leave… I don’t know what to do, Murph. I can’t bring her with, you know that, but I can’t just leave her here. And I sure as hell can’t quit.”

“You could quit.”

“I’m not going to, how’s that?” Javier huffs and crosses his arms, annoyed by Steve and his goddamn wording loopholes. “I just… fuck. I’m gonna go think about it before she gets back.”

“She comin’ to your hotel? You sure you aren’t paying per night?” He smirks.

Javier’s quiet and Steve isn’t sure what it means until he talks. “I’m, uh, staying at her place. She insisted.”

Steve whistles again. “Damn. You’re whipped, Peña. Well, I’ll let you go. Call again soon. I miss ya, bud,” he tells Javier in a moment of earnesty then hangs the phone back on the receiver, bringing Olivia to her nursery to change her diaper.

Javi sighs and falls backwards on the bed, admiring the way the mattress holds his body compared to the couch. Yeah, he’ll definitely need to sleep in here tonight or he’s going to crack his spine.

The issue will be you. He could handle it on the couch; it was like a soft, adolescent form of love, innocent and warm. Of course, it could still be the same in your bed. But would it? Is there not a different set of implications that come with the two of you sharing a bed?

Snuggling with you on the couch was nice. Wonderful, perfect even. Javier loves falling asleep with you in his arms. But in your bed, arms curled around him, maybe even being his little spoon… that perfect body pressed flush to his own, your soft ass against his groin, your breathing pushing back into his chest… that would be an entirely different thing. And he wants it, he really does, but he isn’t sure he’ll be able to control himself.

He slept like shit the last night, to be honest. You on top of him prevented him from moving, and Javier is an active sleeper. His neck was at an odd angle and his back twisted. His body feels like it did after that fight with Tie Guy. He can’t- wouldn’t- invade your privacy of your bed without you home to give him the go ahead, but he’s so damn tired. Not even the coffee helps.

So Javier indulges in one of life’s little pleasures he rarely gets to experience: a nap. Curled up on his side on the couch, blankets pulled snug around his fetal-positioned body, Javier drifts off to the sound of the noon news on the television.

That’s how you find him when you come home. He’s peacefully asleep, his lips parted and mustache moving with his exhales. Well, he’s clearly alive. That’s good.

You’re not sure how long he’s been asleep, so you leave him, making yourself something to eat in the kitchen. You avoid the living room as you get settled in, changing out of your espresso-stained clothing and into something more comfortable.

When you’re all comfy, makeup removed and a warm sweater on, you sit at the other end of the couch. Javier’s curled into a ball, his feet just inches away from your legs. You hope when he moves, he’ll feel you there and wake. If not, oh well. He deserves the rest.

It’s gray and cloudy outside, and you snuggle into the corner of the couch while reading your worn copy of The Great Gatsby. It’s the one you’ve been re-reading recently, what you were reading that first day Javi wandered into your coffee shop and subsequently your life.

Javi wakes not long later, maybe half an hour, to the sound of your book crinkling. The paperback’s spine crunches with wear, and his eyes flutter open to see you tucked against a pillow. God, you look like an angel, the light from the cloudy day filtering in and illuminating you from the back. Your face is calm and peaceful, focused as your eyes trace the words of F. Scott Fitzgerald. “Hi,” Javier mumbles groggily.

Your expression turns to a smile and you set down the book. “Hey.” You take his legs and drape them across your lap, tracing your fingers across them. “How’d you sleep?”

He groans. “Okay. Neck hurts.”

“That wouldn’t be an issue if you’d just sleep with me,” you sing-song to him, stroking his legs through the comfortable pants he wears. “My bed is super cozy.”

God, does Javier know it. It felt like your love itself when he laid down and the warmth of it swallowed him, practically whole. “Maybe I’ll give in,” he sighs, rubbing his eyes with the heels of his hands. “How was work? Sorry I didn’t visit.”

“Boring as always,” you chuckle. “What did you do today?”

Javi frowns as he thinks about it, his brain fogged with sleep. “Not much. Called Murphy, talked a while. He’s doing good.”

“Good,” you nod and smile. “When will I get to meet this elusive Steve?” You ask, softly kneading at his legs through the blanket and frowning as you realize he’s wearing… jeans. “Wait, pause. Are you seriously wearing jeans?” you ask him and laugh, lifting the blanket to confirm what you already suspected.

He frowns defensively, crossing his arms. “Maybe.”

“Why the fuck would you take a nap in jeans, Javi?” You laugh.

Javier looks away, frowning. The stubbornness shows. “I don’t own many comfortable clothes besides what I wear to work, if you haven’t noticed,” he retorts, but you can’t help but giggle. “Plus I thought I’d only be here to get fired.”

You smile at him lovingly and cup his face. “You sweet, stupid workaholic. Let’s go shopping later, get you some cozy stuff.”

Javier warms against your touch but maintains a pout. “I like jeans.”

Rolling your eyes, you huff out a laugh. “Would a pair of sweatpants be detrimental to your wardrobe, Javier?”

“Stop using big words,” he groans. “I’m barely awake.”

The large mall is annoying to Javier, full to the brim with last-minute (or maybe prepared, he never holiday-purchases) shoppers. He holds your hand, shooting feisty glares at anyone that dares to bump against his or, god forbid, your side. “Relax,” you tease and squeeze his free hand. The other carries a bag containing two hoodies, three t-shirts, and two pairs of sweatpants. “You’re not on a mission, and you certainly don’t have the knuckles to pitch another fight.”

He looks at his hands and scowls. You’re right. They’re no longer black and blue but faded yellows and greens, a spare bit of purple over the bones. The fight wasn’t that long ago, really, even though it feels like an eternity.

You drag Javier into a favorite shop of yours. He follows you around like a lost puppy while you search through clothes. He even hands you one or two tops he thinks you’d look nice in. You kiss him on the cheek and he dares to smile for a moment before returning to his stone-faced annoyance at such a packed area.

The dressing rooms are nicer, much more spaced out and offering places to rest. Javier sits in a chair across from your little cubby as you try things on. Every time you find something, you come out and model it for him. He comments, always positively, gives a little applause and smiles at the twirl you give in the big trifold mirror.

There’s one pair of leggings that hug your ass tight. Javier nearly salivates at them. “I like those,” he comments. “They look comfortable.” The same follows with a pair of jeans, even more flattering. He crosses his legs and nods, giving you similar comments.

Then come the dresses and tops. They’re all low-cut, not the wintery clothing Javier’s always seen you in. They show off your cleavage, and one scarlet colored blouse with a low neckline and fluffy sleeves makes Javier’s eyes simultaneously light up and darken. “How’s this one?” You ask, tugging at the sleeves.

“How much is it?” He asks, leaning back and looking at you through lidded eyes.

“Uh…” you tell him the cost and look back up at him, expecting a comment. “Why?”

“I’m buying that for you myself,” he smirks up at you, eyeing you up and down in a way that makes your skin feel intensely hot. The sight is stunning to him, and your flustered smile makes the smirk a little more devilish.

Javier does end up buying you the shirt, and you purchase a few other things you liked. But that scarlet shirt is stuck on Javier’s mind in replay: the subtle valley between your tits, how they filled out the shirt just perfectly and tugged at the cloth covering them, the way they look painfully soft to the touch, especially through that soft fabric. He wonders if you were wearing a bra under it. Then he has to stop himself.

You eat dinner late, chatting mindlessly over everything and nothing. Javier has no work to speak of now, so he tells you tall tales of the hunt for Escobar, some exaggerated and some underplayed. He mainly listens to you, asks about your past and your future, your family and your job. He could never tire of your voice, the soothing lull that warms him from the inside out, just like your skin flushed in that goddamn red top.

He drives the both of you home, humming softly to the songs on the radio. He’s beginning to recognize more and more of the top-40 hits on a certain preset station, songs he’d never listen to on his own. He glances over at you, gazing out of the window, and feels his body warm again- not just in his heart, but his stomach and lower too. He dares to steal a glance down, at the soft swell of your tits in that sweater. God, he wants to get you naked.

But he doesn’t. He doesn’t know what you want and he’s too afraid to ask, too afraid to shatter this blissful phase of adoration without the sexual attraction. He wonders if you feel it too, if your clothes suddenly feel too restricting and too warm when you run a hand down his bare back.

The nightly routine ensues: you shower. Javier changes, this time into a new hoodie but leaves his legs bare, wearing only boxers on the bottom. He waits on the couch, and when you exit the bathroom, he takes his turn. He returns and sits next to you on the couch.

Tonight, when you ask him to share your bed with you, he doesn’t say no. In fact, he doesn’t say much of anything, just yawns softly and stands, taking your hand.

It’s a sacred space, your bed. Javier knows it. He rarely fucks women in his; whether it’s for his own privacy or fear they’ll fall asleep there, he can’t say. But your bed is such an intimate expression of you, and he can see it. He can see the divot in the mattress where you sleep, the way you arrange the pillows just right for your own head. It is a queen size, but it’s single-occupancy: until now, that is, and Javier feels honored you’re willing to share this holiness with him.

He gets into the bed on the other side of you, the warm blankets enveloping him, and he nearly lets out a moan at the comfort. Compared to the hotel bed and the couch, this is sleeping on a literal cloud from the heavens. He lies still, waiting to see what you do first. Not wanting to overstep anything.

His prayers are answered when you snuggle into his side. You rest your head on his chest, kissing his sternum through the soft material of the hoodie. A hand rests on the other side of your face, and your legs both encircle one of his. Javier smiles, wrapping an arm around you. He presses a kiss into your hair and murmurs a goodnight, letting his head fall back. He has no time to worry about this situation before he falls asleep.

He falls asleep almost immediately, which makes you chuckle through your half-conscious state. He seems to always radiate heat, Javier. Your layers of blankets upon blankets suddenly feel unnecessary when a heat source the strength of the summer sun fills your bed. His chest is strong and firm beneath you. The rise and fall of his chest is like a boat rocking on the ocean, putting you at ease and allowing you to rest.

Fuck. He knew this was a bad idea. Why did he do this?

The clock reads 1:48 and Javier is wide awake, staring at your popcorn-stucco-whatever the fuck it is ceiling. He wasn’t able to process this before sleep overtook him, before his consciousness was wiped and with it, his inhibitions.

Your body is pressed to his so perfectly. You sleep without a bra, and Javier can feel his arm being slightly sandwiched between your breasts, the way they press further into it every time you inhale. Your thighs are warm with sleep, and he can feel your core pressed against his hip, even while you sleep and even through the layers of clothing.

Javier feels like the embodiment of slime. You’re asleep and all he can think about is how fucking hot your body is, how much he wants to press you into this mattress and wake you with an orgasm. He wants to palm your tits and make your nipples harden through that flimsy shirt, to slide his fingers beneath your pajama bottoms and-

He can’t take it. He feels so wrong, the smell of you surrounding him and choking him like a thick perfume, even in its subtlety. He does not deserve to sleep next to you, innocently, like someone you love, when all he can think about is his own carnal desires.

Pushing back the covers, Javier gets out of bed before any more blood can flow to his slowly hardening dick. This is all wrong. He should not be doing this, thinking these things without knowing you feel the same.

But the guilt is as strong as his arousal. He watches you for a moment, torn between his options, before meandering through the darkened bedroom and finding his way into the bathroom. He turns on the bright lights and forces himself to stare at the bulbs, to make his pupils shrink from their blown state of sleep mixed with desperation. He’s fully awake now.

He needs to get the hardened length down. He can’t do this, can’t allow himself this suffering while you sleep in the next room.

The sink. Cold water. He gasps silently at the splash of the ice-cold water against his face, dampening the edges of his hoodie. It doesn’t work enough. Again. Nothing. He feels like a teenager, unable to control himself. The cold water is a good idea, though.

Javier strips down, trying to avoid the urge to take himself in hand and fix this here and now. Turning the water as cold as it can go, Javier turns on the shower and steps in.

Agony is the best term he has. It makes him want to squeal like a fucking pig as he shudders from the cold. It doesn’t work to force his erection down, but what use is it when it’s not something physical but mental stimulating him? The cold shock didn’t do shit. Javier’s still achingly hard. He turns the water warmer and sighs as it gradually turns to a tolerable temperature, one that he can relax under and allow himself to let out a deep sigh.

He has no other options, unless he wants to wait it out. Leaning against the wall, Javier strokes himself, biting his lip and hoping the water pressure will cancel any soft moans he can’t avoid. It doesn’t take long when he’s this aroused, when he knows exactly what the fantasy in his head would feel like.

Javier is panting and sweating, from the effort and the growing heat of the water. He feels disgusting but it feels so good, and he can’t help imagining you doing this to him, you spreading your legs and feeding the fire between his own.

It only takes a few minutes. He gasps as he cums, with a force he’s never brought forth with his own hand. He bites his lip so hard he’s sure he might cut it off, not allowing the desperate sounds to reach a level you could hear. When he’s done, he groans and cracks his neck. “Oh, little bee,” he whispers, agonized as he lets the water wash the evidence of his sins down the drain.

When he’s done, Javier walks into your bedroom, silently, in the dark. His previous boxers were stained with a patch of his precum; he can’t put those back on. He drops the towel and puts on different boxers.

After he’s changed, he looks at your bed longingly for a moment. The soft sheets, soft mattress, the soft body between them. But in Javier’s head, he’s forsaken his right to the warmth, the comfort.

When you wake in the morning, hours after you thought you heard the shower running, you find Javier is not in your bed. There isn’t even a warm spot where he lay, just your body shifted further from your normal sleeping position. When you wander out to make your morning coffee, you find him. He spent the night on the couch again.

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mxvladdy · 3 years

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Sleep HCs

It’s a sleepy day for me and by doggo so here are some sleep head cannons of the brothers bc why not.

Lucifer

Is a stomach or side sleeper. Not because he likes it but out of necessity. His back still irritates him, so when he actually schedules some shut eye he preps meticulously.

He bathes before hand, usually soaking in a mix of muscle relaxers to help release some of the tension from the work day and to help with his nerve damage. His favorite scents are lavender and a blend of spearmint. They make him a little drowsy and soften his perpetual headache.

His bed is very nest-like. Pillows and blankets meticulously placed to help him stay in one place while he rests. Too much tossing and turning irritates him. He likes feeling cocooned and tight. It is a self soothing mechanism he developed over his first few years in the devildom.

But this is all when he actually has time to sleep for more than a few hours.

Most of his sleeping is little naps thrown in over the work week. On average he gets about 14-18 hours a week. It’s enough (so he says but he is a cantankerous bastard regardless so it’s hard to tell for sure)

He sleeps like the dead, hands down corpse like. But don’t let that fool you, he doesn’t sleep like the dead. He is up and moving the moment he hears something that sounds like trouble.

Runs cold. Has fancy silk pajama sets. A gift from Diavolo.

His mattress is extra firm.

Mammon

Back and side sleeper. He has a bed- but he uses it mostly as an extension to his wardrobe. Let's be real. He’s a messy guy. He normally crashes on his couch after a wild weekend bender.

He moves a lot in his sleep, kicking, tossing and turning. An absolute tangle of limbs and clothes. Like Lucifer he has a few scars and old injuries that twinge and hurt when he lays on them. Not that it stops him.

He sleeps like the dead, tossing and turning and all. Short of someone dragging him off his couch or touching goldie he doesn’t wake up.

Snores and drools-will not admit it but when he stumbles out of his room looking like a hot mess, crusty eyes and bedraggled hair you know he had a great sleep.

He doesn’t have a set sleeping schedule. He goes until he crashes- like the energizer bunny.

Sleeps with one body pillow. Likes the feel of having something draping or touching him in his sleep. Reminds him of when he would fall asleep with his brothers after a long day of training and studying in the celestial realm.

Runs hot so he likes to sleep in his boxers and a tank top.

His mattress is medium firm

Leviathan

Does he sleep? The world may never know.

Between the energy drinks he practically IV drips into his veins and he determination to power though another level he doesn’t remember when he sleeps.

He just blacks out. A blink turns into a twelve hour coma.

His tub is comfy as hell and everybody knows it. It cradles him when he sleeps, blankets and pillows are now molded to his shape.

He washes his tub lining often. He really likes the smell of citrus and musk. Whenever the smell begins to dissipate he’ll toss it all in the wash. Minus his novelty pillows. Those get dry cleaned or spot cleaned.

He’s a side sleeper. Once he’s settled he ain’t moving.

Though since he doesn’t plan to sleep 80% of the time he passes out at his desk. But can you blame him? I bet he has a super cozy gaming chair and pillow.

Runs cold. Cocoons himself in mounds of blankets. Snake burrito.

He doesn’t have a mattress but the mound of pillows and blankets is the equivalent of a medium soft mattress

Satan

Probably has the most normal sleep schedule. He has a set wind down time and lights out time too.

Does he keep to it? I mean- it’s the thought that counts. If he is wrapped up in a good book or research time just gets the better of him.

He has his bed nestled up against the one window of his room that isn’t covered in books or shelves

Uses the eternal moonlight to read. Drifts off most evenings with a book slipping down his chest.

Sleeps propped up on a poof or reading pillow. Doesn’t like things covering him. He runs hot so his pajamas are enough for him.

Needs the least amount of sleep out of all the brothers. He loves that. Means he can read and do more without it hampering his mood.

Very light sleeper any shift he does in his sleep wakes him up. But he normally falls right back to sleep.

His mattress is firm

Asmodeus

Scheduled down to the minute. If he doesn’t get his nine hours of sleep be prepared for a scene.

Starts getting ready for bed about two hours before he actually falls asleep. Hot bath, oils, new face mask to try, the works. School can be stressful you know? And six brothers? It’s a miracle he doesn’t have wrinkles yet.

He keeps his bedroom tidy and always smelling good. Needless clutter messes with him and makes it hard for him to fall asleep.

Has a noise machine and an oil diffuser on when he sleeps. Even if he's in bed he knows his brothers aren't so it helps mute them so he can sleep.

Sleeps in the nude. He doesn't run hot or cold but he likes to sleep in a cooler room. Helps shrink the pores or something like that.

His bed is large but sparse. He really only needs his silk sheets and a thin cover. He has a few bolster pillows and poofs on the bed but really he doesn't sleep with pillows.

Is a back sleeper and- no one will tell him this on fear of death but he is an ugly sleeper.

Mouth open, limbs akimbo, soft little snores and snorts. It’s cute, whether or not he thinks so.

His mattress is soft

Beelzebub

Tries to have a good sleep schedule. It’s imperative to keeping up a healthy body after all.

But he gets so hungry. He gorges himself when he starts to feel tired in hopes that he can sleep a few hours before getting up for a midnight (or anytime snack)

He drinks a lot of tea actually right before bed. It makes him sleepy and fills up his stomach.

He sleeps on his stomach with his arms wrapped around his pillow. Another one that sleeps in the buff too. He is a night sweater too.

He only started covering himself for bed when you started living with them. It’s only polite.

Gets about 2 to 3 hours at a time with a snack break in between.

He doesn’t have a lot of pillows mostly because he has eaten them while dreaming. Constantly buying new pillows adds up ya know?

He doesn’t toss and turn but he does roll over once or twice in the night.

Dead silent when he sleeps. He just emits a deep rumble when he snoozes. From his chest or his stomach. It’s a 50/50 split.

His mattress is medium firm

Belphegor

Ha.

The king of sleep. The lord of stealth sleeping. It’s become a sport to him now. How many sleeping nooks can he find around R.A.D so Lucifer’s blood pressure spikes looking for him. His highest score is 37.

If he could sleep with his eyes open he would. But he can’t and he hates it.

He likes to sleep during the school day. It’s a mix of protesting this dumb idea and so that he can stay up at night when everything is nice and quiet.

It doesn’t matter to him where or how he sleeps. As long as he can curl up around something soft he is happy.

Likes it dark and very snug when he’s sleeping. A very still sleeper. Once he’s comfy he locks in place.

Murmurs in his sleep. Little disjointed things. You can have a full fledged conversation with him. He’ll give you little grunts and sighs in response.

If he does get to his room before falling asleep he buries himself in blankets to the point where you can't figure out if he is in there or not. (Kinda like those lizards that bury themselves in sand, same motion and everything.)

Again doesn’t care where he sleeps but his mattress is soft.

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serendipityjxmn · 3 years

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Mr. President

Chapter 19

TW: Violence, strong language, cursing

Words Count: 2.3k

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After your heated argument with Jimin, you find yourself in the small library room, the room that you often find solace in. You sit on the couch, hugging your legs tight before letting the sobs take over.

You set yourself into this. You fall for him even when you know it’s going to cause you pain.

For a long hour, you just cry yourself out until your body is exhausted and you just stare numbly ahead.

And that’s when you decided you’re going to leave.

You force yourself to sleep then because you know your body needs rest. But half an hour later you find yourself constantly twisting your body, unable to sleep as you wait for tomorrow’s morning to come with pounding heart.

When the morning finally comes, you pace back and forth in your room. You couldn’t sleep a wink last night. You lean against the door, listening intently.

Once you figured that it’s safe, you duck out silently and heads upstairs into the bedroom. You don’t see your husband anywhere so it’s a safe bet that he’s already out to work.

Wasting no time, you take out a medium size duffel bag and stuff several pairs of shirts and pants. You dig in the small drawer and takes out some cash that you had kept. For a moment, you contemplate whether you should bring your phone with you but then decide against it because you don’t want to risk being tracked by your husband.

You head downstairs and exit the house silently and from then on, it is fairly easy to escape. Your own bodyguard, Taeseok is nowhere to be seen and thus makes it easier for you to slip through the security as they probably wouldn’t think that you’re escaping.

You weren’t stopped until the front guards and you quickly lie about going to the gym with a friend and he doesn’t seem to be suspicious at all.

For a long time, you just walk and walk and just take random buses and sit on a bench at random parks, just watching people passing by, watching people who doesn’t seem to have any worry in their life although you know everyone is far from having zero complications in their life.

Everyone is working hard.

Everyone is working hard living their life.

And there’s you. A foolish twenty three year old girl, who’d married the leader of a dangerous mafia gang and ended up falling in love with him.

You find tears slipping from your eyes.

Jimin..

You wonder if your husband’s looking for you.

Or perhaps he’s decided to let go whatever it is between the two of you.

Had you just imagine it? Every little act that he does?

Perhaps you should’ve just said yes to your husband’s new proposal. Maybe that could’ve made things easier and you don’t have to deal with immense pain like this from heartache.

But you know that you couldn’t share him. You don’t want to share him with another woman.

You let out a long sigh. This wallowing-in-sadness is really getting nowhere.

You get up then and sees that it’s almost dark, dusk almost setting in with the yellow and orange sky. Somehow, you find yourself on the outskirt of Seoul after all those random routes you’ve taken. You checked into a small budget hotel after searching around the neighbourhood. You plop yourself on the bed once you’ve settled into the small bedroom, briefly wondering what you’re gonna do after this.

You don’t have any plan.

Let alone a huge sum of money.

You close your eyes for few seconds.

Nevermind all that. It’s okay. You’re okay. Everything’s gonna be okay.

You can start slow from the bottom. Find some low paying job and make your way from there. You resolve to go for a job hunt first thing tomorrow morning.

After you finish a long shower that night, you curl yourself on the bed. The mattress is rough, not at all soft and comfy like the one you’re used to sharing with Jimin but it’s okay, you don’t mind it one bit since you’re used to hardship before you even met him.

You marvel at the fact that you’re once again out in streets. Not far from before you met Jimin, really.

And your husband..

You feel a laughter of disbelief bubbles up inside you.

You left your husband. You made the decision to leave him when he couldn’t reciprocate the feelings he’d never promised in the first place so it’s a bit ridiculous that you’re missing him now right?

Unknowingly, your fingers trace your lips. It seems so vivid how your husband had kissed you last night. You’ve never been kissed that way before but then again, you’ve never been kissed by anyone.

You want to blame your husband for putting you through such pain but you know it’s not his fault. The marriage and the relationship you have with him is only temporary so he doesn’t do stupid things like falling in love or become emotionally invested because that would be a waste of his time.

He’d given you the choice yet you’re the one who chooses the wrong way and walks away from the opportunity he’s given.

But is it though? Are you making a mistake right now?

If you had just say yes, you could have everything you want.

Except his heart, of course.

Which is ironically the only thing that you want.

But you know deep down you don’t want to lie to yourself and to him.

It proves easier than said to find work in this small neighbourhood. It’s been four days and you still hadn’t find a job and you’re getting more anxious.

But no matter what, you still have to eat. You’ve survived not eating for days before and you can survive on minimal food consumption so this is definitely not a new feeling. Pursing your lips, you make your way to the grocery store and begins stocking up on several ingredients and paid for it.

You head back out, holding a bag full of groceries. After a few minutes of walking, you suddenly had that eerie feeling of being watched, a feeling that felt so similar to the one that you’ve experienced while at the charity function at Jaehyun’s house a week ago.

Shiver runs down through your body and you’re not sure if it is caused by the cold wind at night which is suddenly stronger or your growing paranoia.

Pulling your jacket tighter, you start to walk faster. It’s daytime, though bleak clouds are looming over you but it’s still bright. Nothing would probably happen in this broad daylight right?

You wish you were right.

Something happens really quickly just then. One moment you’re just turning the corner towards your block and the next moment, you see someone jumps out of a van and clasps your mouth and nose with cloth tightly.

And everything becomes black after that.

You didn’t faint, you think once your brain starts functioning. Perhaps only for a fleeting moment, you think. You blink several times but your vision is still blinded and realize your face is covered with a mask. The hum of the car’s engine and the slight shake of your body tells you you’re in the van you saw and you’re being transported somewhere. It’s quite a long distance and you try to think of possible places from the routes they’re taking but to no avail. You haven’t lived in the neighbourhood for long, it’s impossible to know where they’re bringing you.

The van eventually comes to a halt and suddenly you feel your body being dragged out. Your feet struggles to catch up as the person drags you over the rough gravel of the pavement, the cold wind making you shudder immediately.

“Who are you? Where are you taking me?” You ask and it’s obviously a mistake as a harsh slap lands on your cheek instantly. You wince, feeling blood forming on your lips.

“Shut up, bitch.” The rough voice says.

They make you sit on a chair, your hands tied behind your back. Your throat is very dry and you’ve no idea how long they’ve kept you there. You can’t see anything as your face remains covered.

At some point, you doze off and only wake when someone hit your cheeks, not too rough but still leaves a stinging pain. They uncover your face enough to give you some water and that’s it. You’re left alone again.

You’re not entirely sure if you’ve been hit again because the stinging pain on your lips and cheeks are now numb, you can barely feel them. You’re not sure if you fainted at some point either.

You hear some voices then. And despite the mask you’re wearing, you open your eyes to the darkness.

“Well, well, well.” A familiar voice. Too familiar.

And that’s when the mask covering your face is yanked away and your eyes struggle to adjust to the light.

“Hello little sister.”

Jay.

Your own brother.

Your eyes stare fixedly at him as he smirks at you. He looks pretty decent, his cheeks doesn’t sunk so much, his face cleaner and he dresses normally.

“J-Jay-“ you struggle to say, your throats is still very dry. You swallow several times and try to gather your voice. “What are you doing here?”

“Aww little sis, don’t take that tone with me. Don’t you miss me?” He leans forward and cups both your cheeks forcefully making you whimper in pain. “I’ve missed you a lot.”

You spit on him, forcing him to release you and with a look of rage, he slaps you hard on your right cheek. Your eyes widen when you see few drops of blood splatter on the floor. You think your lips had split in a dozen different parts.

Jay spits and then wipes his face clear. You look around and realize you’re in some abandoned warehouse and there are several other guys looking at the both of you with interest.

Perhaps they’ve never seen a brother so willingly hit his own sister.

“Why are you doing this?”

Jay tongues his cheek before smirking. “I know you’re living with Park Jimin now. You think you’re safe now that you’re living with him? Do you even know what kind of guy he is?”

“He’s my husband.” You answer firmly.

He laughs at that. “Husband? Funny how he can let his wife be kidnapped, huh? But that doesn’t matter. I need your beloved husband here.”

You grit your teeth. “Why?”

“You’re asking why? What- you think he can simply takes you as he wish? He needs to pay me before taking you. And if he doesn’t, I will sell you off anywhere. Anywhere that gives me the most money.”

You scoff. “That’s all you always think about. Money, money and money.”

“Don’t we all? You have all his money yet you won’t even share some for me? Some ungrateful bitch.” He spats.

He then lunges forward and nothing prepares you for another stinging pain as he hit you right on the cheek. “This is for leaving me bitch.” And then another. “And this is for being such a slut.”

You feel your vision momentarily blinds as your eyes roll out and you struggle to remain conscious. “Just kill me.” You croak.

“Kill? No no that’d be too easy little sister.. I want you to suffer what I suffered.. you’re gonna die.. eventually- oh you will. But being the good little sister that you are.. you’re gonna let me have my fun first, gonna cut your pretty little face first and then maybe your fingers.. and your cunt.. did you have sex with him already? Of course you did like the slut you are.. and then I’m gonna let all these men here fuck you and if you’re still alive by then.. we’ll see..”

“You’re psycho.”

“Psycho?” He laughs. “Maybe I am. Maybe after all is done, I’ll give you back to your precious husband and see if he’ll take you back..”

“No..” you say slowly. “He’s gonna come and he’ll tear your limbs before you could say my name.”

“Shut up bitch,” is the last thing he says before he knocks you out again.

The next time you wake, you hear a female voice in between male voices.

“Don’t you think you had too much fun with her? What if she’s dead already? Damn it, missed my chance to have fun..” the female says, her voice also strangely familiar.

The other guy you realise is you brother laughs. “No.. don’t worry.. this bitch is tougher than you think.. how do you think she’s survived years of my beating and still breathing?”

“Maybe you hit like a pussy.”

“God damn it, I wanna stick my cock into your mouth so you’d shut up bitch.”

You hear her laughter.

Your stomach churns and you have this sudden whooping feeling as your eyes finally refocus and widens in recognition of the said female.

Clara Kim.

There’s no mistaking her tall and slender figure, although her hair is now changed to blue color.

How is she related to your brother?

“Someone’s awake.” Clara says as her eyes meet yours. She takes several steps forward and leans down to stare at you from top to bottom. “So this is Jimin’s wife huh... no wonder he’s changed.” She says when she straightens again.

“Not gonna lie.. I like Jimin and so does a thousand other girls out there but I don’t demand his heart. I don’t do shits like relationship and so does Jimin but you- you little witch-“ she pauses then leans forward again, her slender fingers clasps your cheeks, turning it left and right, “Not so pretty now with all these blood and bruises huh?”

You stare at her in disdain. “He’s not gonna come. He doesn’t love me.”

“We’ll see about that.” She smirks.

He’s not gonna come, briefly you think.

“Just kill me, kill me!” You yell and someone knocks you out again.

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jonspurpleskirt · 3 years

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Sharing Comfort

A/N: This is for @archivalpride. Prompt was “Sharing Clothes” and “Pre-Canon” so I wrote a fluffy piece to celebrate the quiet moments of trust. 1.7k in word length. No warnings apply.

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Jon did not make friends fast. Most people he found to be too intimidating, boring or exhausting and not many knew what to do with his sudden info dumps and sharp comments that shot out of his mouth seemingly at random.

He'd been alone in Research for a long while because of it and happily so. Things had changed when Tim had joined the Institute, though. Tim had come into the library and sat down opposite Jon with a thunder cloud hanging over his head and pain in his dark eyes. He'd been quiet and snappy in a fake cheerful way that screamed undealt trauma. At least to Jon, who seemed to be the only one to feel the vibes of "Leave me alone" and "I'm grieving" that Tim gave off in a constant stream.

Having Tim as his desk partner was an intense experience despite the way they only ever nodded to each other in greeting at first. But it was also intriguing. A mystery. Jon loved mysteries.

The instances he had ever willingly initiated a conversation with a stranger could be counted on one hand. Which marked the day he tapped Tims shoulder - after roughly two months of co-habiting - to tactfully ask him what he was groaning about as a very special day indeed. They steamrolled into friendship from there, both personalities clashing in the best ways possible.

Jon pulled Tim into nerve wracking research expeditions, Tim flirted them out of being arrested a few times, they went out for drinks and karaoke and movies and stayed late nights to crack nutty cases of supernatural bullshit together.

This went on for months. A nice, comfortable new routine. Jon wasn't alone anymore. And Tim broke out of whatever had pulled him down so much, becoming more cheerful and flirty by the day. Which didn't matter to Jon because Tim would always come to him the most, would always seek out to partner up with Jon and would defend his prickly personality to his dying breath.

And then Sasha joined them. She came from Artefact Storage, which made her a prime target for every curious researcher in a five mile radius. Tim and Jon included. Alright maybe they were the worst of the bunch.

Although Jon only thought of himself as a partner in crime in this one. He had been dragged along by Tim, after all. Sure in the end he had been the one to ask the most questions, but that wouldn't have been the case if he had just been left alone to be antisocial in front of his laptop.

Sasha and Tim, much to Jons chargin, hit it off within the first few seconds. And ever since then their cozy two-someness had turned into a group effort. With specially leverage put on the word "effort".

"Morning Jon!"

Jon let out a deep, rumbly hum, voice not up to the task of supporting words this late in the- He glanced at the little clock at the bottom of his screen. Ah... early in the morning.

With a laugh that was far too cheerful however you would describe the current hour, Sasha sat down next to him. She leaned in to look at what he was working. He leaned away to get her out of his personal bubble.

Her legs brushed his and the rustling drew his gaze downward. She wore a thick wool skirt, long enough not to go against the dress code. It was a somewhat dull navy blue and fell down in enticing waves around her crossed legs.

It looked very soft and comfortable. Jon itched to touch it. Instead he rubbed against the stiff fabric of his own cream coloured dress pants.

"Would you mind?" He snapped at her.

"No. You spelled 'aboriginal' wrong."

"Thank you for your insight. Don't you have anywhere else to be?"

"Don't you?" She shot back, light and quick as though they were just bantering and not fighting over the right to sit at this table.

Sasha huffed at his glare and slid a cup of something steaming over to him. "You keep staying so late that I can buy you a drink at the asscrack of dawn and be sure you're still here to consume it hot. I'm not usually one to judge anyone's sleep schedule. But I'm judging your sleep schedule."

"And yours is any better?" Jon muttered, taking the offering and peeking inside. Black tea with a bit of cream and hopefully enough sugar to rot his teeth out of his mouth. He needed both the coffein and the sweet energy source.

"I'm getting at least two more hours of sleep than you do on a daily basis, so I'm good."

"Tim would have both of our heads if he knew."

Sasha put her hand on the table and stretched out her pinky. "I swear secrecy if you do."

With a snort Jon linked their pinkies. "I'll hold you to that."

So... Maybe Sasha wasn't that bad. She was a little aggressive in her befriending techniques, Jon mused. At least he hoped the early morning chats and cups of tea and coffee were that and not an elaborate plan to get rid of him via slow poisoning. But she was about as curious as Tim and Jon and her skills with computers were very happily exploited by the both of them. So Jon eventually had to admit that she was actually a very nice addition to the group.

Not that he could have ever said no to their friendship. Tim and Sasha put together were a maelstorm of affection, sucking Jon in with a force he had no chance to defend against. And before he knew it they had successfully gotten him accostumed to friday nights at the pub and saturday mornings in their flats, smashed together on a couch or a bed or a mattress depending on who had had the misfortune of playing host that week.

Jon hadn't been this comfortable since Georgie. And that wasn't only the booze talking. It was one of those nights where they ended up leaving the pub early to lounge around Sashas massive sofa instead. Jons head was swimming within a blissful haze of tipsiness.

He was slouching over one end of the couch, head tilted just so that he could watch his two friends bicker. The words didn't really register, but the noise was nice and their expressions were funny.

Without his conscious saying so, his gaze slid down to Sashas leg area. She wore a very eye catching, fluttery red skirt this time around and the way the warm glow of the ceiling lamp was reflected in the material was mesmerizing.

"Oh Jonny boy, don't you know staring like that is rude?" Tim half-joked as he noticed.

Sasha slapped him on the shoulder. "Shush you there's like zero sexual longing in his gaze, Tim. You don't need to go all protective big brother on me. He just really likes my skirts."

"They look comfy." Jon muttered, sinking deeper into the couch.

"Awww. Jon. Jon my love. My friend. My buddy." Tim scooted over to him, nearly face planting on the floor in his eagerness to slide into Jons side. "Is this jealousy I hear?"

"No. Did you just degrade me from lover to lowest friendship tier?"

"Oh I beg to differ." Tim sang, ignoring the question and making Jon scowl harder.

An arm got thrown over his shoulder and Jon was tugged into Tims side, relaxing into the tight hold against his will.

"You know if you didn't make it a sport to buy the most uncomfortable clothing ever, you wouldn't need to glare at Sashas fashion choices all the time. Making other people think things about your intensions."

"Fuck other people."

Jon waited until the surprised laughter of his two friends ebbed down to speak again. "I wanna be comfortable too..."

"Say no more. Sasha to the rescue."

Tim and Jon both whined as she hopped off and darted away into her bedroom. She hadn't been part of the cuddle pile, but her presence was still dearly missed. Thankfully not for long because a few minutes later she reappeared with a long, purple skirt.

"Here you go mister. Go on try it on."

Trading places with her Jon didn't hesitate to shug his trousers off and slip the skirt on. Tim wolf whistled behind him and Jon dutifully showed him a finger. The yelp he heard shortly after told him that Sasha must have taken more direct approach to disciplining Tim.

"Bad boy. I picked that colour for a reason."

Jon flushed at the reminder that Tim and Sasha knew. That they knew and accepted him and even went out of their way to make him comfortable.

"I may not be allowed to touch, but I can still appreciate beauty when I see it."

"Do you need glasses, Tim?" Jon couldn't help but ask while he settled back down.

It was his turn to be slapped on the shoulder. "Nu-uh! No self depricating jokes in my household!"

"Yes ma'am." He scooted over to Sashas side, marveling at the slide of the soft material against his legs. "Anyway. Touching yes. But no sex, only cuddles."

Sasha laughed in delight as she pulled him closer so he could stretch out, the two of them nearly shoving Tim off the couch.

"Wait, wait, wait Jon you're definitely not comfortable yet!"

"Hm?" He frowned at the renewed shifting, jeez everyone was being so squirmy today.

"Dress shirt? Really? Wait a sec."

Tim ended up finding a truly attrocious night shirt he had stored in one of Sashas cupboards. It was rainbow coloured, but at least it was made of a soft cotton and about a size too big on Jon.

"Awww Jon you're adorable!"

"Timothy Stoker don't you dare take a photo."

"Fine, fine. But I will remember this day forever."

It turned out that he didn't need to. The next time they were over at Sashas Jon asked to borrow their clothes again and the next time after, and the next time after that, too. It kind of escalated from there, clothes mixed together until it was hard to remember who owned what.

And that was perfect. Because the most comfortable clothes were always the ones that belonged to his friends.

#tma #archivalpride #my writing #jontimsasha #jonathan sims #tim stoker #sasha james #week one #prompt: sharing clothes #hope i'm doing this right #can be read as friendship #or platonic polycule #i honestly have no clue where to draw the line #fanfic

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writer-panda · 3 years

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The Hit on the Groom and What Became of It - Chapter 3/Leaps in logic (and over the edge of the rooftop)

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Adrien’s day wasn’t good at first. Okay, it was straight-up terrible. For most, their wedding is supposed to be a happy day. Or at least a reason for celebrations. Adrien? He couldn’t even hope for a cake since it would ruin his model body.

For the last several months, his father was working him into an early grave. The extra photo sessions, harder classes, new exercise regime… and Lila. The last one was terrifying.

Adrien tried to hold onto hope that his father would in the end cancel the whole affair. That he would drop the ridiculous notion of wedding or at least push it back. The young model wasn’t sure exactly why was his father so insistent on pushing for the wedding. He repeatedly asked himself if Lila was blackmailing his father, but it was hard to think of anything that his father possibly could be blackmailed with. Adrien spent countless hours wondering if his father had some dark secret, but it didn’t fit the man.

Did the designer have an affair with Nathalie? No… he already got angry about the suggestion once. And even if so, it wasn’t something that he would be so ashamed about.

Was his father doing some illegal business dealings? It was somewhat possible, but what? It would need to be something big. Something extremely big.

Thinking rationally, he had no idea what could it be…

What could be so big that it was worth more than the happiness of his only son?

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When one looks at all that, being kidnapped right at the altar was almost… nice. Sure, Adrien had been dragged by a sentient pile of mud into the sewers and then carried to some unknown location. Sure, his beautiful suit was ruined and all the hard work Marinette put into her work was irreversibly wasted.

But, he was not married to Lila.

The pile of mud dragged him deep into the sewers until they found a ladder leading up. It appeared to be grievously damaged, with several steps in the row removed. Adrien didn’t protest much when he was lifted up and into the place above.

The place turned out to be a quite comfy flat. It was overall smaller than Adrien’s room back in Paris, but it felt more welcoming. It only had one big room, divided in half with a plywood panel. In the first ‘room’, there was a couch, a small table with three chairs, a tv on a cabinet, and two armchairs. It all appeared to be old and worn out. The second part held two beds (one without any mattress), a desk with an old computer, and a kitchen annex. It was… nice. Adrien almost liked it better than the big, sterile manor.

The pile of mud seated him on one of the chairs before condensing into humanoid form. Slowly, his body turned human and in the end, he looked almost exactly like the wedding officiator. The man pulled his phone and sent some text before turning to Adrien.

“Do you want something to eat?” He asked, walking over to the kitchen annex.

��Um… anything would do.” Adrien hesitantly spoke up. He was only slightly scared. Honestly, first, he is saved from the wedding and now he is given free food? Yes, purr-lease!

“Vegan or non-vegan?”

“I would kill for a fat, juicy steak…” Adrien remembered his last photo session, which was advertising the summer collection. One of the photos had him standing over the BBQ grill. The smell of the food being prepared almost made him salivate back then.

“Ah… The actor’s diet?” His kidnapper/savior asked, giving him a knowing look at the same time.

“Yeah… I’m a model, but I heard it’s the same” Adrien corrected.

“I’ll get you something. We need to wait anyway.”

Adrien chose not to speak to the man while he was cooking. It was still a bit awkward. He was being kidnapped.

It didn’t matter. The meal was too good to complain. Who cares about kidnapping when one is given some meat. It was a light meal, probably not to upset his stomach, but it was still more than he hoped for that day.

Of course, it couldn’t be that pretty.

The moment Adrien finished with the first piece of meat and was reaching for another, the doors were violently kicked and a man entered. He was dressed in a red bodysuit with silverly metallic elements. His helmet had one eye replaced with a red… monocle?

The explosion was quickly followed by a single gunshot. The moment it sounded, Clayface (because that was the name of the ‘pile of mud’) became frozen in place. Literally. He was covered head to toes in ice.

“My steak!” Adrien cried as he was being dragged away by the newcomer.

They were already away when Clayface managed to break through the ice. He wanted to pursue them, but his phone rang suddenly, giving him a pause.

“Who is this?!” He snarled, irritated at the interruption.

“I was led to believe you have what I wanted.” The voice on the other side growled and Clayface paused. It sent shivers down his figurative spine. His employer sounded dangerous.

“Ah… Yes… There’s been a… complication.” He stuttered, hoping it wasn’t too apparent. Whoever was on the other side made a terrifying first impression.

“What do you mean ‘complication’?” They hissed. Clayface stumbled and almost dropped the phone. He knew the employer was someone powerful, but it was a whole new level of scary. Sure, he was technically a mercenary, but until today his biggest job was some light security gig. This was supposed to be his way of reinventing himself into part of the major league. But this was being much more overwhelming.

He quickly got to the point where his employer should’ve been somewhat satisfied and hanged up quickly. He had to get the boy before he became the target himself.

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Elsewhere, Adrien was starring into a pair of curious sea-green eyes.

When his new kidnapper brought him to the apartment and tied him to the chair, Adrien was still bemoaning the loss of his steak. He disliked the lack of freedom, but he was still feeling safer than with Lila and his father. Objectively looking at it, he knew it was wrong, but he preferred to be kidnapped.

To his surprise, the kidnapped tossed him and the chair into some spare room of the flat they were in when the doorbell rang. There were also some curse words, but Adrien chose to disregard them.

It took a very energetic girl (about two years younger than him) all five minutes to figure out he was in that room. Not that the man made it particularly hard, leaving the doors half-open and all that.

She leveled her head so that they were on an equal level and stared into his face with an inquisitive glare.

“Daddy! You promised not to work on our day together!” She turned to the man and complained. “You clearly kidnapped him!”

“I’m really sorry, cupcake. I didn’t plan it. The time zone changes can really mess up with the calendar.”

“If it helps, this is better than the alternative.” Adrien smiled shyly.

“How is being tied to the chair good?”

“It’s better than being forced to get married.” The boy deadpanned.

“Fine.” She then turned to her father “But you will untie him. He can join us in our board game evening.” She declared imperatively.

“You won’t try anything, right?” The man glared at Adrien, who shrugged (as much as the binds allowed him).

“I quite like it here. I could do with some water, but it’s really better than how the day was supposed to go.”

The man sighed and walked over to the boy. The rope fell to the floor and Adrien could move freely. Yet, he didn’t immediately move. He did try to get up, but the world swirled and blackness consumed his consciousness.

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When he woke up, he was once again faced with a set of sea-green eyes. The girl apparently liked to stare at faces in close quarters. Not that Adrien complained much as long as she didn’t actually touch him. He was used to the attention.

“You must’ve been really tired. Daddy said he almost wanted to get you to a hospital.” That woke Adrien very quickly.

“No hospital!” He launched himself to sit straight up and almost crashed with the girl. Luckily, she moved out of the way. Otherwise, her father might’ve actually sent him to the hospital. Probably in pieces too.

“Don’t worry.” Speaking of the devil, the man entered the room with a platter full of fast food and a glass of water. There was a hamburger there!

“Zoe. Please leave us alone for a moment. I need to discuss some things with Mr. Agreste.”

“Sure. But remember you promised not to hurt him. And we promised him board games.” She reminded her father before happily skipping out of the room.

Once she was out, the man handed him the platter and Adrien practically leaped to devour the food.

“So…” His kidnapper/temporary caretaker started awkwardly. “If it’s any help, I’m sorry for kidnapping you.”

“Dot wowwy” Adrien dismissed him with a mouth full of burger. His father would lock him up for months if he saw him, but the boy was way past caring about it. He gulped before continuing though, as it was a shame to waste anything of the tasty goodies. “Seriously, you guys are making me a favor.”

“Huh?” The man raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah! If not for this,” he gestured vaguely around the room, albeit it was clear he meant kidnapping, “I would’ve probably been married already.”

“Ah… And I guess the wedding wasn’t your idea.” It wasn’t a question. Deadshot (because he was the kidnapper if it wasn’t yet obvious) had some experience with runaway brides. Grooms escaping arranged marriage were rarer, but not unheard of. He used to take those tasks without remorse. At least until one time, when he tracked the bride, instead of an adult woman like usual, he found a pre-teenage girl. She couldn’t have been older than his own daughter at the time.

Let’s just say that he failed to deliver that contract. Or any similar in the future.

“Sir?” Adrien asked once he finished the meal.

“Yeah?”

“Could I get some more?”

“In a moment. Let what you ate settle down first.” He scolded him lightly, his parental instincts kicking in. “So, do you have any idea who might’ve wanted you kidnapped?”

“Not really… Only Marinette and Gerard cared about my opinion on this matter. And neither is the kind that would arrange a kidnapping.” He did his best not to think about his past as Chat Noir. No one but Ladybug knew, but his Lady wasn’t someone that would get involved with criminals. And even then, he doubted she could afford mercenaries. He always thought they were expensive. Could someone else figure out he used to be Chat Noir?

“Hm…” Lawton focused for a moment. “And what about The Seamstress? She is a completely new player that came out of nowhere. I suspected she might’ve had a personal connection to you. What about your father? Could someone want to get back at him? Especially someone with that name?”

“You do know what my dad does for the living?” Adrien deadpanned.

“Yes, but did he anger someone? Enough that they would want to ruin him?” The man pressed.

“It would be easier to list people he didn’t anger. My father is not… not the easiest to be around.” The light that was in the boy’s eyes just moments ago dimmed slightly. “Why are you asking all this?” He suddenly perked up and met the gaze of the mercenary.

“Honestly, I really dislike the jobs involving kids. I thought that you were just another bratty teenage star that got his way with the wedding. A kid wanting to be treated like an adult. Now… now I can’t with clear conscience return you or deliver you.”

Adrien held back any witty remarks about hired gun having a conscience. “So… I’m living with you?”

“Sadly, no. I’m not around often enough and there is still a price on your head.” Lawton pulled out his phone and carefully read through something. “The more I think of it, the more it looks like you are not the most important part.”

That got Adrien’s attention. His own brain started to work overtime to get the meaning. “What?”

“The wording of the contract. ‘Grab from the wedding’, ‘possibility of further assignments’, ‘very public’… and the price is unreasonably high for such a simple task. It appears as if whoever The Seamstress is wanted a show. Like she wanted to recruit whoever brought you in. It appears as if she was setting up some sort of competition over who brings you to her.”

“But why me?” Adrien ran through ideas, but only him being Chat Noir would make sense in the long run.

“Publicity. Your old man made sure the wedding was the event of the decade.” The merc simply shrugged. “If they wanted to announce their entrance to the big league, they would pick the biggest, most prominent target.”

“Figured father is to blame…” Adrien grumbled before reaching into his pocket. “I… would like to call a friend of mine. To reassure her I’m safe.”

“She won’t run to the police?” Lawton was hesitant to allow it but also didn’t have the heart to tell him no. The kid was emotional wreck. And if his appetite was anything to go by, it was possible physical abuse was also there.

“Marinette wouldn’t do anything dangerous. She… I think she was trying to stop the wedding. Or delay it.”

“The girl that stood up shortly before the panic?”

“Yeah… She used… She’s a friend of mine. Probably the last true friend I have left.”

“I see… Okay, call her. But make sure not to mention anything about me. Just in case.”

There was a moment of tense silence while Adrien waited for his friend to pick up. Finally, after the fifth signal, there was a rustle on the other side.

“Marinette Dupain-Cheng speaking. Who do I have the pleasure with?” She spoke almost mechanically. To someone who never met her before, it might’ve sounded sincere. To Adrien, it sounded like she was exhausted both physically and emotionally. He almost blamed himself, but at the last second shifted it all onto Lila and his Father.

“Marinette!? Are you okay?” He asked, wanting to make sure there was nothing truly wrong.

“Adrien!? Adrien!” She immediately seemed to cheer up. “Where are you!? Are you okay? What happened? Did they hurt you? Are you safe?” She finally paused to take a breath.

“I’m okay, Marinette. I might’ve sorta gotten myself kidnapped,” he realized how bad that sounded as the words left his mouth, “but it’s all okay! It’s better than it was!” He rushed to reassure her, albeit his method was not a hundred percent successful.

“Are you safe?” Was the question she repeated. It sounded almost… guilty. To Adrien’s tired brain though, such subtle details were second to the question.

“I’m probably good. Someone put a bounty on me, but it’s all about me being alive. It’s like whoever did it accidentally saved me from the wedding.” He chuckled a bit darkly, thinking about how much of a temper tantrum Lila must’ve been throwing since his disappearance.

“Call me back later, okay?” There was a sudden urgency that Adrien did pick on. “I have something that needs to be sorted out.”

“What’s happening?”

“Just my Maman is coming. She is knocking right now.” With that, she hanged up. Adrien relaxed. There was no danger. And even if there was, it probably just ran away to hide as Sabine Cheng came to town.

“Kid, you done?” Deadshot walked back into the room with another hamburger.

“Yeah. I feel much better now. Thanks for the opportunity.”

“Don’t sweat it. Listen… I can’t just keep you, but I called some friends of mine. They’re willing to help you. Well, she is. Her girlfriend is just going with it for her sake.”

Lawton carefully studied Adrien to see his reaction to mentioning the couple, but there was no visible reaction. He just watched the hamburger with a hungry gaze.

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Elsewhere, an exhausted kwami flew out of the jewel. Hawkmoth was one step from tossing the jewel at the wall.

“I don’t understand! He should be terrified by now! He was kidnapped! They wouldn’t kill him after going so long to kidnap him!”

“Maybe your powers aren’t as good as you’ve thought?” another voice spoke from the shadows. Lex Luthor walked into the center to join Gabriel Agreste.

“They didn’t have time to move him out of the city before I started the search. Not without magic and he said there was no magical travel to or from Gotham so far.” Gabriel paced around the room.

“While you were playing with your precious jewels, I actually used some of my contacts. It appears that someone ordered a hit on your son. They wanted him kidnapped from the wedding.”

“What?!” Gabriel paused and glared at the other man.

“While I can’t stop it or even try to outbid them, I do know of one person I can convince to take this task. And she just happened to be coming to Gotham this very moment.”

“Fine. I want my son back, or our deal is off, Luthor.”

“Don’t worry. He will see the Light soon.”

#maribat #fanfic #fanfiction #miraculous #miraculous ladybug #marinette dupain cheng #adrien agreste #villain marinette #batman #DC comics #dcu #MLB #mlb x dc

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 4 years

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Biggest Fan 3

Part 1 Part 2

Warning: coercion, blackmail, porn, nonconsent sex, cheating, toyplay

🎀🎀🎀

The week that followed was torture. Andy was insatiable. He found reasons to have you in his office; soon enough on your knees beneath the desk. Just a little workday relief, he said. Or when the clock tolled, he’d have you in his car. That was even more uncomfortable as you feared onlookers through the windows. He hadn’t again taken you back to his house.

And after that first week, he seemed distracted. Worse, he was angry. He dropped files on your desk without a word only to text you moments later. ‘Not today’. That was it. No explanations. As much as you were thankful for his retreat, it set you on edge. He was still your boss; your degree, your future career, your life, were all in his hands.

You sat at your desk, the font across the screen blared into your retinas. You leaned back to rub your eyes and as your vision cleared, you glanced over at Andy’s open door. He had his phone in hand, that sinister smirk on his lips. You knew that look. It had been almost two weeks since that very expression had drowned in icy dread.

He looked up from his phone and his gaze met yours. His chest puffed out and he stared back at you. He waved you in with his other hand. You pointed to the case files stacked beside your computer. He shrugged and his smirk disappeared. He pointed at his desk. That was an order.

You got up and grabbed a random file from the stack. An alibi. You held it in front of your chest as you neared his door. You knocked on the frame and he gave his usual, absent, “come in.” He was convincing. You supposed lawyers needed to be great actors. He nodded to the door and you closed it as you entered.

“We need to talk.” He looked at the empty chair across from him. You sat and rested the file on your lap, picking anxiously at the edges. “I’m sorry, baby girl, I know I haven’t had much time.” He began as he leaned on the arm of his chair. “I was just missing you like hell.”

He turned his screen to you and displayed one of your photos. This one was in your bathtub, bubbles barely hiding your nudity. He bit his lip before he blackened the screen and tossed his phone on his desk.

“I understand. Maybe it’s better we don’t--”

“You keep on with that. I thought you were a good girl. A good worker.” He leaned forward and sniffed. “The last thing you want on your performance report is the word ‘combative’. That only works in the courtroom, not in the office.”

“Andy.”

“Mr. Barber.” He purred with a wink. “Remember your first day? I think I prefer ‘sir’ now, baby girl.”

“Mr. Barber, what do you want from me?”

“I want you to relax,” He steepled his hands together over the desk, his fingertips dragged through the short hairs along his chin. “I have good news.”

“Oh?” You blinked and crossed your ankles.

“My wife just left with Jacob. Took him out of town to see her parents. She understands I’m too busy here to take the time off.” He explained. “She’ll be gone all week.”

You were silent. You didn’t need to ask why he was telling you.

“It’ll be good. For us.” He smiled. “She’s been down my neck for the last two weeks. I haven’t been able to get away from her.”

“You think she knows?” You asked softly. “If she did, she could--”

“If she knew, she would say so,” He said. “That’s just who she is and your desk would already be empty.”

You nodded and lowered your chin. You chewed your lip.

“What’s wrong, baby girl?” He asked as he leaned over his desk.

“I don’t want to hurt anyone. Especially your family.” You said.

“You keep this quiet, you keep me happy, and you don’t have to worry about all that.” He coaxed.

You mulled his words. What about your happiness? He really didn’t seem to care about that. You stood and waved the folder at him.

“I’m running behind. I should get back to it.” You said.

“Sure,” He sat back and pushed his legs apart. “Do me a favour before you do.”

You stared at him. He tilted his head.

“You’ve earned a break. Go take a little photo for me.” He winked. “It will get me through the rest of the day.”

“And-- Mr. Barber, I can’t.” You glanced at the door. “I have to get this done.”

“No, you have to listen to me. I’m your boss.” He snarled. “Now, you go on.” He rolled closer to his desk and picked up his phone. “Oh, and uh, wait for me after work. I’ll pick you up in our usual spot.”

“Sir.” You said grimly as you grabbed the door handle.

Was all this worth it? It wasn’t too late to just start over, but you had done so much work already. You were so close. Well, you had known this profession was cutthroat. Swallow your lumps and one day you’d be in the big office making the rules.

🎀

The drive was silent. You could feel Andy looking at you in the rear view at every corner. His hand drifted to your thigh when it wasn’t on the stick. You sat stiffly, staring ahead. You wanted to sink into the seat entirely; become a part of it.

As you entered his house, you felt sick. You looked around at the photos of his family, of the remnants of their departure. A book on the arm of the couch, a game controller on the coffee table. You were intruding.

“Upstairs,” Andy set his briefcase down and took your bag from your shoulder. “I have a surprise.”

“I don’t like being here.” You said.

“You didn’t seem to hate it last time.” His hand went to the small of your back and he nudged you towards the stairs. “What’s the matter? You like the kitchen? We can come back to it.”

You shook your head but stayed silent. You climbed the stairs as he lingered behind you and his hand spread over your ass. He didn’t draw away until you reached the top.

“At the end,” He directed.

You continued on and entered the bedroom at the end of the hall. It smelled like gardenia and him. It was their room. You hesitated and stayed far from the bed. You turned and saw yourself in the round mirror hung on the wall. You had to look away.

You spun around and watched Andy go to the bed. He got down on a knee and reached beneath. He pulled something hidden up in the frame and revealed the long box. It was wrapped in lilac paper. He stood and neared you. He held it out to you.

“I’ve been waiting to give you this,” He said.

You frowned as you searched his face, then your eyes fell to the box. You took it with a numb ‘thanks’, spoken on sheer instinct. He backed away and pulled off his jacket. He slung it over the chair by the window and turned back to you as he tugged on his tie.

“Well, open it! It’s part of the fun.” He untangled his tie and dropped it over his jacket.

You sighed and ran your thumb along a fold of paper. You tore open the wrap and revealed the black box with a plastic window. Inside that, a glittery pink dildo was displayed. You crumpled the paper in your hand as you stared at the toy. Aside from being tacky, it was huge.

“You like it?” He asked as he came closer.

You looked up at him. His brows drew together and you nodded. His lips slanted and he took the box from you.

“How about I get this all ready for you…” He peeled back the seal. “And you get ready for me.” He nodded to your attire. “Get nice and comfy on the bed.”

You nodded again. It was all you could do to keep from running away. He left you and disappeared into the attached bathroom. You listened to a draw glide open and you stepped out of your heels. You shed your blazer and then your striped blouse. You wiggled out of your skirt and Andy reappeared, loading batteries into the toy.

“Panties?” He mused. “When did you start wearing those?”

You ignored him and unclasped your bra. The sooner this was done with, the sooner you could be gone and flagellate your soul with self-loathing.

You tossed away your bra then your panties as Andy watched. You could hear his eager breaths as he beckoned you towards the bed. You sat on the end as he held the toy up.

“I’m sure you can figure it out.” He purred as he shoved it closer. “I just wanna watch, baby girl.”

You took it and looked around. “Do we have to do it in here?”

“Trust me, it’s the most action this room will see for a while.” He brought his hands up to frame your face. “So lay back and relax.” His hands fell to your shoulders and he kneaded them. “You’re so tense. You need it.”

You fell away from him and bounced on your back. You pushed your legs apart as they hung over the edge of the mattress. You reluctantly grazed the tip of the toy along your pelvis. Andy stepped back and let out a sultry hum. You clicked the dildo on and closed your eyes.

You pushed the toy down against your cunt. You wiggled it just a little and found your clit. The soft buzz quickly sent a wave of electricity through you. Your feet arched and you hissed through your teeth. You rubbed the toy back and forth, working yourself up as you tried to forget the man looming around you.

“You think you can fit it all, baby girl?” He asked. “Hmm? You’re so tight.”

You moaned but couldn’t answer. You didn’t want to.

“Why don’t you give it a try?” His voice was low and gritty as he ran his hand up your leg.

You bit your lip and angled the dildo along your folds. Your pussy clenched as you reached your entrance and you paused. He grabbed your hand around the base of the you and he guided the tip inside you. You gasped and he pushed deeper. Your thighs tensed as he released you and grasped your thigh to keep your legs apart.

“Keep going,” He order.

You whined as you drew the toy back and then pushed it back in, even further. His fingers tickled your leg and he lifted your foot up onto the bed to bend your leg completely. Then he raised the other and withdrew.

You whimpered as the dildo sank deeper and your eyes fluttered open. You gulped and his figure moved around the bed.

“That’s it, baby girl.” As he came closer, you saw the phone in his hand, pointed at your body. “Just like that. Look how fucking wet your are.”

“Are you rec--”

He shushed you and put his hand over yours once more. He shoved the toy to its limit and you cried out. He guided it in and out of you, fast and hard. Your voice grew louder and louder as he battered your walls with the silicone.

“Ow, please.”

“Don’t stop.” He growled as he slipped his hand away and pressed his thumb to your clit.

He swirled around your bud and flicked up and down as your hand worked around his. You trembled as your core pulsed and the pressure grew suffocating. His low purrs mingled with your helpless moans and you arched your back as you struggled to keep the toy moving.

You came and felt the gush around the dildo. You writhed and let out a guttural noise as you were awash with pleasure. You panted as he slowly pulled away and you pressed your legs together as you turned onto your side, crushing your hand between your thighs. The toy slowly slipped out of you as you laid, senseless and weak, at the end of the bed.

Andy’s large hand spread over your ass and continued down your thigh, making you quiver. He gripped your hip and pushed until you turned entirely onto your stomach.

“This part is just for me.” He said as he got down behind you and tossed his phone up on the pillow. “You’re mine. All mine.”

#andy barber #dark andy barber x reader #dark!andy barber #dark andy barber #dark!andy barber x reader #andy barber x reader #drabbles #drabble #series #sequel #biggest fan #defending jacob

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purpleyellow · 3 years

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Go to bed

The boyz 12th member

Mae’s masterlist

“The boys have to deal with Mae’s tendencies to overwork herself”

Requested by: anon

a/n: Feel free to share your thoughts with me. Requests are open! 🧡

Going to the dorms during a comeback is like a magical moment that makes you want to appreciate it as much as possible because of how little it lasts. The Boyz were experiencing that exact same feeling when they rushed inside the apartment after a day filled with practices on top of schedules for promoting Giddy up.

After doing whatever needed to be done as fast as possible, the members slowly engaged in a discussion over who was going to use the bathroom second — Hyunjae had already locked himself in there — and how the order would be. Since it was already pretty late with only three hours before having to get up again, everyone wanted to get to bed as soon as possible, not caring about eating or other stuff but showering and sleeping right away.

Mae, however, stood there trying to follow their arguments but at some point her mind flew back to the performance on that evening, all she could think about was when she tripped, individually messing up the rest of that verse. Silently walking back to the room she shared with the other two members, the girl decided it would be best for her to be the last person showering and spend the time waiting by practicing the song again.

After a few minutes untangling her earphones and lightly stretching out her tired muscles the commotion outside to started to die down. Hyunjae, fresh out of the shower, and one annoyed Juhaknyeon walk in just as the Mae was getting up from the ground.

“We're going by age, Sangyeon just went in and Q said he'll knock once it's your turn.” Haknyeon tells her while sitting down on the floor and leaning against his bed “The 98's are going to take too long, wake me up after you're done”.

“And don't be loud, dreamland is waiting for me.” Hyunjae smiles triumphantly and flicks her forehead before jumping on his bed “Turn off the lights please, you can wait in the dark”.

“I'll wait outside actually,” Mae groans and gets up, the only sign of recognition from the boys being a small humming right before she passes through the door. The urge to throw herself on the couch gets fought off by feeling annoyed at messing up.

She was used to the hectic life even before turning a trainee, pushing back her downtime to do whatever crazy activity had come up under her mom's radar or stressing over the things she needed to be good at. Yet, obviously dancing wasn't one of them. The girl thought back to her mother dismissing her dad when he told them about jazz lessons, maybe she could've been sleeping at that moment.

Turning on the lights from the kitchen, Mae plays the song through her earbuds and starts doing small movements that could mimic the choreography. She jumps in place a couple of times to heighten her senses before putting more effort into moving around, only then truly realizing how tired she was.

Her arms were really heavy her lower back ached slightly. The burning sensation around her eyes getting a little more noticeable as she lets out a first yawn while mouthing to the lyrics.

It must have been a sight to see the girl dancing to no music while trying to keep herself energized and occasionally getting slapped by the earphone cord that was connected to the phone in her hand. New stopped at the door frame and stared speechless at her. He only wanted to grab a cup of water, not interrupt whatever ritual she was doing.

Sighing, the boy takes one step further inside the kitchen, making her stop midway through her movements, and frantically lower the volume on her phone as if nothing had been happening.

“Hey” Mae nods to him, trying not to show her embarrassment and New gives her a tight-lipped smile.

“What have you been doing?” He asks nonchalantly reaching for a glass. Mae shrugs not making eye contact “Crazily dancing is fine, but you shouldn't be spending the rest of your energy right now. It's going to take a while for most of them to be done showering, go rest on the floor or something”.

“I know, I'm just running over some stuff” A groan leaves her mouth and the girl sets her phone down on the counter. Mae notices a slight tremor on her hands, yet she's not sure if it's hunger or simply her body asking for a time-out.

“Right now isn't the time to practice, okay?” Chanhee pats her back and takes a sip from his glass “Leave it for when we're back at the company or backstage somewhere”.

“I messed up pretty bad earlier today. The time dedicated to practicing clearly isn't enough”.

“So you're going to burn yourself out by using up all your time because of one, independent, mistake?” He scoffs and Mae bites the inside of her cheeks.

“It could turn into a reoccurring one. And don't treat it like it's a new thing, we've been spending extra hours to better ourselves since trainees. Sadly, this situation isn't much different from that one”.

“Still, everything has a limit” New scoffs “Why do you think schools have recess and in most places lunch breaks are a thing?”.

“I don't know. I spent most of my days going from classes to make myself better for auditions, to said auditions and getting denied only to go back to more practicing. Improvement never came for me during a lunch break, rather from eating a crappy sandwich on my way to a violin lesson”.

Mae finds herself breathless once she's done talking and Chanhee raises one eyebrow digesting what she had said. Thankfully for him, Younghoon steps through the door with a towel over his shoulder. Before anyone else can say anything, Chanhee rapidly says "Mae is thinking about spending the rest of the night practicing instead of resting”.

“What?” The older frowns yet at the same time Jacob calls out his name, “Come deal with this” He waves for the Canadian as he leaves for the bathroom.

Jacob steps through the door smelling the best out of all of them and wearing comfy pajamas. Contrasting to him, Juyeon also appears, still with the clothes he had put on after leaving the broadcasting agency, and looking as exhausted as the rest of them.

“Can you all back me up when I tell this child she's going to pass out if she keeps pushing herself in the most ridiculous times?” New proceeds to speak like she isn't there and Mae, a little unfiltered by the tiredness, raises one eyebrow at him.

“I'm one year younger than you”

“Then stop acting like a child” Much to her surprise, Jacob is the one speaking now. He doesn't act very annoyed, though, more entertained than the other “This is because of that little incident earlier, isn't it?”

“An incident is something you can't control, that was a mistake. And I wasn't going to pull an all-nighter if you were wondering, I only plan on running over the choreography until it's my turn to shower”.

Accidentally spilling everything going on, Mae watches as the three boys look at each other to push past their sleepiness to comprehend everything. Juyeon being the first to move and drape an arm over her shoulder.

“Well, good thing I'm switching turns with you” He says and shushes her as she goes to protest “Let's go grab your stuff in your room, Younghoon Hyung must be almost done with his shower”.

Dragging her back to where Hyunjae and Haknyeon were asleep, Juyeon waits by the door while she picks up her stuff and then gives her a thumbs up as Mae groans and heads to the now empty bathroom.

Her whole routine not taking much longer than the other boys had since the hot water only made her even more ready to bed. She'd never admit to them, but her body was insanely grateful for the break they had pushed onto her.

Once everything had been done, Mae crosses the hallway with half closed lids and bids Juyeon a good night before, once again, entering the dark room.

She's sure both boys are deep asleep, so it slightly scares her when Hyunjae clears his throat and raises his head from his bed.

“You know that messing up on stage at this point means nothing right?” He asks, and the girl realizes someone must have told him what went on.

“Just forget it” She mumbles turning around on her mattress, yet the boy adds “Just thought you should know your spot in the group is well deserved and nothing will change it. Good night”.

“Night”

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