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omg omg omg totally new silly idea- human! alastor x human! reader where they meet at a party and go outside for a walk near the pier and the moon is beautiful and… they pull out weapons on each other (specifically Alastor a knife and reader a gun) and thats when they decide to form a partner in crime partnership

And in other to keep appearances they are forced to “fake date”

Mimzy: youve been spending some time with that new girl havent you, is she your gf or smth?” chuckle

Naize 20 yr old smth Alastor trying to think of a response thats not that:...

Mimzy: OMG IS SHE?

Alastor: sureeeeee

And they aren't actually into each other until a lot later into their partnership when they’re chasing some guy and reader gets to them first and just starts going at it “hey man i think hes had enough” “YOU WANT WHAT HES HAVING???” thpe shit

and Alastor has to catch his breath and he lowkey thinks hes dying because his heart starts beating a lot, And he goes again to mimzy for advice cuz i dont think he has anu friends and shes like “oh sweetie…”

And because its quite impossible to not get attached at one point theyre in another chase and reader starts laughing hysterically like “did you see him trying to run away??? lmao” and he goes “I couldnt take my eyes off you” and then just grabs her face and SMOOCH >:)

I think its a good trope- fake dating to actual dating even if its. about. murderers- :3

A/N YOU GUYS COME UP WITH THE BEST REQUESTS JESUS CHRIST!!! Also I promise I will get to the rest of the requests this weekend, I had two exams today so this is the only thing I am gonna post. Sorry.

Cover Up (Human!Alastor x Human!Reader)

Pairing: Alastor x Reader

Warnings: uh, murder. Mild gore. Violence. Weapons.

Word Count: 4,460 (I went a little overboard with this one)

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"I'll walk her home, don't worry Mimzy." Alastor was saying as Y/n pulled her coat over her shoulders.

The noises of the party still raging on filtered into the grand entryway of the house, muffled through the walls. Mimzy shot her two friends a suspicious look.

"It's nothing like that, Mimz." Y/n sighed, straightening the collar of her fur coat, "I just asked cause of all those murders in the news. Kinda freaky, don't you think? I don't really wanna be out alone at night and Al here was kind enough to offer."

Mimzy crossed her arms, eyebrows raised.

"Sure." she teased.

"Mimzy." Alastor sighed in response and she put her hands up in false surrender.

"Sorry! Sorry." she hummed playfully, "I know you two free birds would never."

Alastor rolled his eyes and, turning to Y/n, held out his arm. She took it daintily, a grateful smile on her face. The pair had just met a few hours earlier but had quickly fallen into a casual camaraderie. He lead her from the house, Mimzy calling her goodnights and wishes for their safety after their retreating forms.

It was a mostly quiet walk through the desolate midnight streets of New Orleans. Y/n hummed softly, kicking a can along with the toes of her healed shoes.

"You'll ruin them that way, wont you?" Alastor asked, feigning concern.

Y/n just shrugged.

"They're shoes. Yeah, they're nice but I wont let that stop me from living. Let's stop by the water, it's so pretty tonight."

Alastor turned slightly, looking out at the Mississippi with it's slightly turbid waters reflecting the light of the stars. He tried not to smile, it was like she wanted him to carry out his intended work. She was making it so easy for him.

"Sure."

They turned towards the rail and Y/n let go of his arm, leaning her elbows against it. She let out a sigh of longing as her eyes tracked the ripples in the surface.

Alastor watched her for a moment, the moon illuminating her features. She was a handsome woman, there was no doubt about it. It had been proved to him tenfold by the amount of prospective partners she had turned down dances with at the party in favor of drinking with him at the bar. That was not what Alastor was interested in, however. Once he was sure she was distracted, once he was sure she had no intent to take her eyes from the glowing river, he looked down. Moving his coat slightly to the side, his hand quickly found its way to the hilt of the knife he had stashed in his waistband for just such an occasion.

He pulled it out, the weight familiar, almost comforting in a sense, in his hand. There was a click. He looked up, the blade pointed to its intended target.

Y/n was facing him now, a wry smile on her face. One foot in front of the other, she took a step forward. The muzzle of the gun, the cocking of which had been the source of the noise which had drawn his attention, just a few centimeters from his chest. The tip of his knife hovered indefinitely by the open center of her coat. He chuckled in amusement, eyebrows raised.

"I thought there were a few more bodies in the news than there should have been. A gun? Really?"

Y/n shrugged.

"I'm little. I don't have the privilege of being able to overpower my victims like you."

Alastor hummed softly. A slight breeze picked up, playing with the edges of their hair.

"What a shame."

Y/n laughed lightly.

"I don't think so. It works well enough."

"Those machines are inelegant, they are detached."

"And you prefer a sense of intimacy to be involved in all your escapades?"

Alastor removed the knife, holding it up to his eyes. He turned the blade over in his hand, examining it closely. Following suit, Y/n let her hand fall to her side, the gun still cocked should an occasion arise to use it.

"I have an idea." he suddenly announced.

"Oh?" Y/n asked.

She took a step back, returning to the water's edge. Alastor followed, leaning over the railing beside her. They watched one another closely, weapons still clutched loosely in their hands.

"Yep."

"You gonna tell me what it is or am I gonna have to guess?" Y/n teased after a moment, breaking the oddly comfortable silence that had fallen after Alastor's last words.

"There have been a few times, of late, where I've come a bit... uncomfortably close to being seen."

"Getting lazy." Y/n hummed, "Or maybe just cocky."

"It seems like you could use a hand, someone with brute strength in case anything goes wrong."

She scoffed, smiling just the slightest bit.

"Are you proposing we work together?"

"You're the one who said it, not me."

Y/n shook her head slightly, amused.

"How would I know you wouldn't just turn on me? End up killing me or decide not to step in if I needed help?"

"And how would I know that you wouldn't rat me out? Alert someone to where I was and what I was doing rather than telling me someone was coming? It's called trust, Y/n."

Y/n thought it over, fiddling with the gun in her grip as she did so. Alastor watched, seeing the gears turning in her mind through the light of her eyes.

"Fine." she said at last, un-cocking the gun and holding a hand out to him, "You've got yourself a deal."

Alastor smiled, slipping the knife back into his belt before grasping her hand in his. It was chilled by the air of the January night enveloping them.

"Deal."

Y/n quickly learned Alastor's preferred demographic. He had a penchant for angry men, drunks. Y/n had been a one off, a spur of the moment opportunity he had thought to take hold of. Alastor had not been like that for her. Y/n's preferred victims were also men. Anyone that showed any pressing interest in her, anyone who tried to take her home for the night, always ended up six feet under. For both, murder was a way of processing their personal experiences and traumas.

As a result of their deal, Y/n and Alastor began to spend more time together. They had to learn one another's intricacies, their ways of thinking, their nature of being. It was a necessity if anything was actually going to work. They both had rather busy work schedules, Alastor as a radio broadcaster with his very own show and Y/n as a seamstress at a local dress shop. Because of this, more often than not, the only time they had to get to know one another was through shared meals. Both of them had to eat, needed a lunch break or dinner. It was just what worked. Because of their slightly shared demographic of victim, they ended up in bars together quite frequently as well.

It was in one of these meet ups that they ran into their first difficulty. Y/n was sitting across a table from him outside a cafe, lazily sipping on a coffee as she perused the missing persons list in a newspaper. The newspaper was old, they were exchanging information about who was responsible for what. Working together didn't just mean knowing one another as they were now, but their histories as well.

They should have known not to sit in such a public place. Both had many connections in the city due to their jobs, though few friends. It just so happened on that day that the one true friend they did have in common was walking down the very street they sat on.

"Alastor?" Mimzy exclaimed, catching sight of his familiar face and moving towards their table.

Y/n folded the newspaper, placing it on the table as she turned towards the sound. Mimzy came to a stop, her brow furrowing in mild confusion as she saw her friend was not in fact alone.

"And Y/n, fancy meeting you two here."

"Pull up a chair, Mimz." Y/n smiled and Mimzy obeyed.

Swinging a spare chair from a nearby table, she quickly joined them.

"I haven't seen you two since the party! How have you been."

"Fine, fine." Alastor hummed and Y/n nodded her assent.

"And whats this with you two getting coffee?" Mimzy asked, a teasing smile slipping onto her face as Alastor took a sip of his own drink, "I'm not interrupting anything, am I?"

"No, not at all Mimz." Y/n shook her head, a slight smile on her face, "It's always a pleasure to see you."

"You sure this isn't a date or something? I mean, with the way you two left and everything... having coffee alone..."

Alastor nearly choked on his drink. Y/n and Mimzy turned to him as he put a hand to his chest, clearing his throat.

"Excuse me." he said and Mimzy's grin widened.

"Oh this is totally a date."

"No!" Alastor exclaimed, exchanging a fervent glance with Y/n across the table.

She raised her eyebrows, pursing her lips. Without words, she told him to handle it. Alastor sighed.

"Are you sure?" Mimzy asked, a suggestive tone to her voice.

"I... uh..." Alastor stuttered, his brain working in overdrive to think of anything else. It came up empty, "Fine. Yes. We're... we're on a date."

"You caught us." Y/n chimed in and Mimzy turned to her.

"Oh my stars! You two.... I shoulda guessed you'd get on like a house on fire. Shame I can't invite you to any more of my singles parties though Y/n, you are a riot."

Singles parties. A hunting ground. Y/n smiled.

"No, no, Mimz. We're not exclusive or anything."

Mimzy's eyes widened slightly at the revelation as Alastor shot Y/n a look across the table. Dating was going to be hard for them to sell but swingers too? What was she thinking.

"Really? How exotic." Mimzy hummed in thought.

"We're all going to hell anyways so, why not." Y/n shrugged.

"Oh you." Mimzy laughed, placing a hand on Y/n's shoulder as she got to her feet, "Well, I won't keep you love birds any longer. I'll see you next week for the next party then?"

"We'll see." Alastor hummed placidly.

Once Mimzy had gone, he rounded on Y/n.

"Swingers?" he asked, eyebrows raised, "Really?"

"Hey, you're the one who started the whole 'we're dating' thing." Y/n sighed, picking the newspaper back up and resuming the task at hand, "I just made it easier for us."

"It will utterly destroy my reputation if this gets out you know."

Y/n shot him a look over the top of the paper.

"Al, you got a lot more to worry about than pretending to be a swinger in terms of your reputation. Now, Marcus Alcost? Six four, buff, scar on his left forearm? Brown hair?"

"Blue eyes?"

"Umm... yeah."

"Yep, that was me."

"Nice. Musta been a tough one to take down."

Alastor would track men, following them out as they left the establishments in the small hours of the morning with the intent of returning to their families. He would stalk them, corner them, lead them in. Y/n would stand watch, alerting him at the first sign of trouble.

The moment she heard footsteps, chatter, Y/n would duck in. Grabbing Alastor by the arm, she would whisk him off in some random direction, having consistently used the time she was on lookout to scout for escape routes.

They had had a few close calls, one or two times he had had to press her up against a wall and pretend to kiss her to avoid prying eyes. They always had a good laugh after something like that. Mostly, things worked out well. They each had survived on their own for years at this point. They knew what they were doing, adding another person into the mix just made it a tad easier.

Y/n, on the other hand, didn't need to track her victims down, they did that work for her. She would dress up all pretty and the moment someone asked to take her home or something of the like, would agree. Then she'd pull them into some ally or another under the guise of not wanting to wait a second longer and attack. Alastor would stand behind her, arms crossed menacingly as she carried out her work. He threatened so she could perform and she never had any trouble thanks to him.

That was, until one night about a year into their little partnership. As the time had passed, their relationship had grown. They still held the ruse of dating up before anyone who asked why it was they each spent so much time with the other but, a real friendship had begun to blossom between them as well. As it turns out, they had a lot more in common than just a tendency to commit brutal murders. Y/n knew Alastor well by now, better than anyone else most likely, and he knew her as well. That was how he could tell something was wrong.

Y/n had given Alastor the usual signal from across the bar and he had settled his tab. As he followed the pair, Y/n and the tall man whose hand she held, Alastor had noticed something was off. Normally by this point Y/n was stumbling around, pretending to be drunk and ditzy. She was doing this very thing now but in a more halted and jagged way. The man she was with seemed more believably drunk than she was, swaying this way and that. Her movements were uncharacteristically harsh as she pulled the man into the ally about a block ahead of him.

Alastor picked up the pace, breaking into a light jog. He reached the ally and turned down it, expecting to see Y/n flirting with the man or with her gun out already. Instead, he was met with something entirely different.

At the back of the ally lay the huddled mass of the man. On top of him was Y/n. The thuds of her knuckles against his face was the only sound breaking the silence of the night. She hit him, again and again. Alastor stood there, stunned.

"Dear, whatever is the matter?" he asked at last, trying to wrap his head around the situation.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

"Y/n."

Thud. Thud. Thud.

He could see the splatters of blood now, on the ground around them and the wall behind. The thuds included the occasional squelch, the crack of a bone.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

"You'll ruin your hands for work tomorrow if you keep at this."

Still, she ignored him. There was a sickening crunch. Sighing, he approached.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

He could see it now, the man's mutilated face. Part of his skull looked like it had caved in. He had stopped moving long ago.

"Y/n, dear," Alastor tentatively reached out a hand towards her shoulder as he spoke, "don't you think he has had enough?"

Y/n whipped around to him, her eyes wild and her bloody raw knuckles raised. He froze, his hand hovering above her shoulder. There was blood everywhere. It soaked the sleeves of her collard shirt, it dripped from her fingers, it decorated her face and her bared teeth.

"What, you fucking want some too?"

Alastor's breath caught in his throat. His heart pounded against his ribcage, begging for escape. It wasn't fear, it couldn't be. He could take this girl down in ten seconds flat, blood hungry as she was.

Y/n's eyes, sharp with violence, softened slightly as she saw his reaction. She let her hands fall, resting them on the man's chest.

"He tried to drug me." she revealed, turning her eyes back to her mess, her masterpiece.

"He what?"

"Yeah." she sighed, using the back of her hand to push her hair from her eyes, leaving a residue of blood in the wake of the movement, "I caught him, switched the drinks."

Alastor shifted his gaze to the man before falling on Y/n once again. Her face was blank now, all the rage gone.

"He tried to drug me." she said again, her voice hollow.

At last, his hand found its home on her shoulder and she turned to face him once again. Alastor extended his free hand to Y/n. She examined it for a moment before daintily placing one of her own in his and allowing him to help her to her feet. Both her hands now rested in his as they looked back at the remains of the man.

"Well, he's definitely dead."

Alastor let go of Y/n's hands. Now free, he used one of them to turn her face to his. Blood spattered, wide eyed, lips slightly parted -- his heart fought for freedom from his chest once again.

"He deserved it."

Alastor let go of Y/n's chin and used the cuff of his jacket to wipe some of the blood from her face.

"Can you walk me home?"

Normally if she had asked something like that, Alastor would have teased her to no end. Why be scared of the monsters in the dark when she herself was one of them? But her voice had been small, timid. She had avoided his eyes and his fingers tingled at the prospect of her viewing him as protector.

"Of course, my dear."

They did not have another planned meeting until two weeks from that day. Y/n had a big project at work and wouldn't have any spare time because of it. Alastor, normally restless at the idea of having to wait so long to satisfy his bloodlust either by killing or seeing the show of death, was grateful for the respite. He was confused, overwhelmed even, because his strange reactions, the change in his patterns of thought towards the girl, hadn't ended at Y/n's front door.

No, she was haunting him. Like a vengeful ghost, he saw her in his mind. She took up every waking moment, he didn't know what to do. Alastor waited a day and still, it persisted. The skip of his heart, the odd slightly sick feeling in his stomach at the thought of their reunion. He waited three days and it didn't stop. By the time the end of the week rolled around and Alastor still found himself smiling at the prospect of only having to wait another week not to kill but to see Y/n again, he did the unthinkable. It was the only option he could come up with. Besides Y/n, she was the only other person in the world he even half trusted. Alastor called Mimzy.

"Alastor, darling!" she excitedly exclaimed into the phone, "What a surprise! What can I do for you?"

"Yeah, hey Mimzy. Um..." he struggled to find the words, fiddling with the phone cord as he walked to the window, looking down at the street below, "I just... I need your advice about something."

"What is it, hun?" she immediately replied, "Seems its got you in a tizzy, not a lot can do that."

"I... It's about Y/n."

"Uh-oh, trouble in paradise?"

"No. Maybe?" he turned from the window, collapsing in his desk chair, "I don't know."

"Spill."

"Well, we... I just.... Mimz, I can't stop thinking about her."

"Well I would hope not, you've been together for almost a year now."

"Yeah well, about that. It may have been a... stretching of the truth? Shall we say?"

"Al." Mimzy warned after a moment's silence, "If you are playing with this gi-"

"No!" he exclaimed, cutting her off and quickly crafting an excuse, "No. It was just to get our parents off our backs. We had a deal. They were both pestering us about when we were gonna get married, you know how it is."

"I thought your dad was dead?"

"My ma though, she really wants to see me settled down."

"I guess that explains the swingers thing." Mimzy sighed, "It didn't really seem in character for either of you. So, whats the matter?"

"I told you, I can't stop thinking about her. It's like... it's like... look, we're not dating, but we're friends, you know? And we were out at a bar together a few nights ago and she just... she did something and when I looked at her, it was like I died."

"That little minx." Mimzy laughed in glee, "What the heck did she do?"

"Just something, okay?"

"I have got to quiz her about this."

"No! Please, no. She'd... probably be embarrassed."

"Mmm... okay...." came Mimzy's doubtful reply, "So what was it you needed help with?"

"Well, that. It was like the breath had left my body entirely. I felt... sick, my chest hurt. It was so strange. I thought it would go away once I got some sleep but it didn't. Every time I think about her, it feels like there is a vice around my heart and I can't stop thinking about her."

"Al, seriously? This is what you're asking me about?"

"Yeah?" he uncertainly replied after a moment.

"What are you, twelve?"

"Mimzy, are you going to help or not?"

She sighed.

"Alastor, you have a crush on her."

A beat.

"I do not."

"Yes, you do. Maybe even more."

"I..." his brow furrowed, his breath left his body.

This was bad. This could be dangerous, detrimental even.

"Are you sure?"

"Butterflies in your stomach? Pains in your chest? Can't get her out of your mind? You're even breathless for christ's sake Al. It's textbook first pangs of love."

"Fuck."

Mimzy laughed.

"You're already pretend dating, what harm would asking her to do the real thing with you do? My bet is, she's probably been feeling the same thing about you. That tends to happen in cases like yours, I've seen it before. The whole 'fake love turns real' trope. It's overdone if you ask me."

"Mimzy, this isn't one of your trashy romance novels. This is my life."

"So live it radio man! Go get that girl."

Alastor was nervous, trembling even as he sat at the bar. His glass of whiskey had gone warm on the table as he watched Y/n dancing and having fun in the crowd. This was how it usually went when it was his turn to hunt, she'd have fun and he'd find a target. Once the target left, he'd grab her and they'd move out.

Tonight he was distracted and it showed. The man had nearly given them the slip. With Alastor's knife still sticking out of his shoulder, he had ducked away and started running. Of course that meant Alastor and Y/n had to give chase. They ran after him through the streets of New Orleans as he screamed bloody murder and Y/n's heels clicked definitively on the ground. He was thankful that the hour was late and no one was out and about, thankful the man was so drunk his words came out closer to garbled singing than pleas for help, thankful he was slowed by his consumption.

When they at last caught up with him, Alastor grabbed his second knife from his belt and, taking the man's hurt shoulder in his free hand, buried it deep in the man's back. He fell to the floor, sputtering, coughing up blood. In a few moments he was still. Alastor turned to Y/n, panting.

Her pretty eyes traced a path between murderer and victim a handful of times before a smile broke out onto her face. Before he could really register what was happening, she was doubled over in laughter, clutching her stomach.

Alastor watched Y/n, eyebrows raised as they both caught their breath. After about a minute, she straightened up and turned to him, wiping a tear from her eye.

"What?" Alastor asked with a wry smile, "What is so funny about a dead man."

"He..." she broke out into laughter again, "He... the way he ran! And we almost lost him?! Oh my god, Al, that coulda been so bad."

"The way... he ran?"

"He... didn't you see it? Oh my god, it was so funny. Like he was running in a three legged race with an invisible partner." she wheezed.

Alastor felt the heat pooling in his cheeks. Mimzy was right, it was time for him to live his life. A normal existence could coexist with his hobby, Y/n had already proved that to him.

"Didn't you see?" she asked again.

"No." he shook his head, "I was... I was watching you."

"You were... Al, theres no way you were." Y/n scoffed, "No way. If you were watching me, he would have gotten away. If you were watching me, it would meant that you were unconcerned by your oh-so-precious reputation being ruined. If you were watching me, it would mean..."

She trailed off as he took a step closer to her, his gaze flicking between her eyes and her lips. Y/n's cheeks flushed pink.

"Alastor."

Her voice was a dying prayer. Reaching a trembling hand up, he laid it on the back of her head, his fingers tangling with her hair as she looked up at him with wide eyes. Alastor closed the gap.

He had been so scared. Scared she would push him away, that she wouldn't kiss back. Even a little bit scared he'd just become the next name on her list of degenerate men she'd killed.

There was a moment, a split second, where his fears were realized. Then, she washed them all away. Hands buried in the lapel of his jacket, she pulled him closer, Y/n leaned in.

They broke apart after a moment, their cheeks flushed and utterly breathless.

"I-"

"Would you like to go on a date with me, Y/n?"

Her eyes narrowed in suspicion.

"Are you going to try to kill me again?"

"Oh please, I thought we'd moved past that darling."

Y/n smiled, still holding him close. Alastor let his hands fall onto her waist as they swayed slightly under the light of the moon.

"Yes Alastor. I will let you take me on a date."

"We will not be swingers."

Y/n laughed.

"Just had to make that clear."

"No, Alastor. If I am going to get you, I want you all to myself. Now, what are we going to do about that body?"

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Darlin's Jacket Headcanon

Been sitting on this for weeks , so just hear me out rq.

Dalrin's jacket was a gift from Asher. It was a present to cheer them up while they were on punishment when they were young. Possibly a birthday? Grades? Faught a kid? Embarrased their parents in front of the pack? Havent worked out the details.

It's a letterman jacket from a band they were really into. But the issue? It's a gooddam Unisex XXL, and the twerp of a Tank is like, barley 14 with not real muscle mass yet. My Tank at least is 13 when they make the move and join the pack in Dahlia while the main shaw pack kids are 14.

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"Ash. Remind me again why you dragged us to Hot Topic." Milo asked, reluctantly following a brace faced Asher into the cramped, and dim lit store.

"Cause Half-pint, your comrad in short arms has been looking miserable. Or at least, more so than normal." Asher snickered, slowly getting more, and more side tracked as he wandered farther into the store. It wasn't long before David grabbed the boy by his collar and dragged him to the back of the store. Milo flashed him a cocky grin while Asher stumbled behind David.

"We got a problem. You said it was this one, right? It's too big." David released Asher to nealty pick up the jacket. "I mean, I know it's the thought that counts, but it's just not practical, Ash."

Asher was already looking through the piles. Wanting to be 100% sure they weren't missing anything. Starting to feel defeated. There was no way Asher was going to ask the clerk if there would be another shipment. Nor would he be willing to wait for a possible restock. Milo looked at his friend. He could tell those puppy dog eyes were gonna start bulging soon. A huff escaped his lips, and he stood straight with his hands on his hips. Trying to seem cool and a little bit taller.

"It's not like they're done growin'. And a jackets a jacket. If it's coverin', it's good." Milo couldn't stop the noogie barreling his way.

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The handoff was swift. Just as the troublemaker was mounting their skateboard outside their middle school's gate, a familiar truck rolled up. From the truck's bed, Asher gave a quick "Heads up!" Before giving the equivalent of a basketball pass with a heavy black bag. A cackle could be heard, and the truck road off. Leaving them bamboozled.

It wasn't until Tank got home that they viewed the contents of the bag. The biggest, and goofiest smile spread across their face. They couldn't give two fucks about the size. It was from their favorite band. It was a gift. Someone cared enough to gift them something. Anything. But the fact that the few times they did speak, they were actually listened too. It nearly brought the runt to tears. It did. They won't admit it though. That's just embarrassing.

Really embarrassing. They were given a jacket by a boy. An upper classmen boy. A boy who was a part of their pack. Who they'd have to face on a regular basis. They did the jacket at the back of their closet. Still in it bag.

The disappointment in Asher's face really couldn't be hidden. Mostly for the fact that though the week of quick pass bys,they didn't wear the jacket. But he noticed at their next pack meeting, they'd give small waves now. Small smiles were attempted. This continued until Tank would inevitably start sitting near Asher during meetings. Or willingly go on group outing. This snowballed to the occasional video game or movie hangouts.

Still mostly lingering around Ash, or him leaning on them. When he did so, Tank would get flustered. But in true Tank fashion, would give his sides a punch or his legs a kick. Never hard enough to leave heavy bruises. What can I say? They play hard.

As oblivious to this Asher was, it was almost too embarrassing a site for the other second gen pack members. Cristian would poke his fun while Asher was away before Amanda could put him in check. Milo genuinely wanted to see how things would play out. David called them the "Disaster Duo" for a long while.

In true 2008 middle schooler cringe, Tank was convinced that the might have had the tiniest crush on Asher. But they denied it. Denied it so much that the others couldn't be convinced it wasn't true. There were lots of little arguments that summer. But Tank would immediately shut up when ever Asher came around.

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Freshman year was something......

The teasing started to get out of hand. Asher would definitely hear the snickers and teasing. Especially now that it was directed towards him by his classmates. Asher would deny it during classes and lunches that they were just his "Lil Buddy." It's not like he really helped the situation. Hitting a growthspurt over the summer, it was easy to see him from down the hall. He'd wave and call Tank's name out into the crowd. His little buddy was drawing in a sea of students.

He'd elped them get to their classes by becoming a meat shield. Tank was just barely able to keep up. Asher once thought I'd be funny if he could heave them over his shoulder like a cheap, stringed gym bag. Tank was flustered but kicked and punched all the same.

The teasing one again grew when Tank finally decided to wear the damn jacket during school pictures. Not wanting to be remembered in the preppy outfit their parent picked out for then, they stowed the jacket away in their backpack.

The little smile on Asher's face couldn't have been bigger when he saw them in it. He was on his way to take pictures, and Tank was headed back to class. He pulled them off to the side of a couple half functioning vending machines.

"Sooooo? How're liking the jacket? I know it's too big but you said you like listening to the band. That, and I've never not seen it in your discman. I'm sorry I got it so big. It was t-." Asher's lip got stuck on a braces bracket, and he began to fumble his words. Quickly second-guessing if Tank even really liked the damn thing.

Giggling could be heard from a couple kids passing by. A light shove was made by another to Ash. A quick "Dork." was thrown his way. Heat rose in his face. In Tank's too. But out of frustration. Asher didn't do anything wrong. He was just trying to be a good friend.

And it clicked for the freshman. Why overthink and cause trouble for Asher if they could be a friend? That could be comfortable. They wouldn't have to avoid him like an unwanted puppy. He'd been their friend. Or at least trying to be. Shit didn't have to be weird.

"Hell yeah, bro! It really saved my ass today. My parents wanted me to look like some sort of outstanding citizen or some shit. Can't wait till I can bulk up some, though. I'll totally be able to take on David one on one." Tank beamed and jabbedAsher in the arm with quick fist. This was the loudest they had ever been as far as he knew. His goofy ass grin was back on his face. Before Asher could get out a word, Tank ran past him.

"Thanks dude!" They called out from the crowd, not looking back and focusing on making it through the herd of upper classmem.

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The following years, Tank continued being bro-y with Asher. He laid off of a lot of physical contact in turn. But this was comfortable for them. Not real close like he was with the others but it was what Tank wanted. They seemed happier that way.

Tank absolutely wore the jacket every chance they got. Around their waist if need be. Ruined absolutely every single yearbook photo. Every pack meeting. Every fight. Even when they felt there was no one to run to for comfort. That jacket had been through hell and back. However, you can only stich fabric so many times.

It looks ratty, but there is no way they're giving it up any time soon. Even if hugs are always offered or dare I say mandatory.

Tank was now yelling at Asher for kicking their controller from their hands during their match of Mario Kart. Hands were thrown, but carefully so. The group of 8 were hanging out at David and Angel's after all. There was no way either of the two were willing to take beating from David. At the very least, another ban from the house. Laugher roared in the home from all sides. Of course, Sweetheart, being an opertunist, took first place of that round.

David and Sam had been in the kitchen, taking a break from the roundy bunch. He had asked Tank about the jacket on multiple occasions, but never gave a straight answer. He'd at least wanted to get it professionally fixed up. Tank had gotten used to all the stains and tears. Saying it was like "The scar that protected their scars." And was proud of it for always being there.

David was willing once again, shed a little light on the troublemaker. Sam let out a chuckle. The next round was starting, and he wanted to make sure he wouldn't be playing doctor that night. The two men returned. David taking his corner seat next to Angel. Same made his way to the recliner. His Darlin' not missing a beat, taking a seat on the beanbag they claimed earlier in the night between their mate's legs. All the while, raspberries were exchanges between them and Asher from across the room. His own mate laughing at their childsh antics.

This was all the comfort they could ask for.

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Jacket really be a security blanket, tho. Sorry for the shit grammar. Caught some kind of cold, and my vision is absolute shit.

Bromance anyone?

#milo greer #redacted david #redacted sam #redacted tank #redacted darlin #david shaw #shaw pack #redacted milo #sam collins #redacted headcanons #redacted audio #redacted asmr #bromance #they're just friends

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lethalchiralium · 1 year

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Hey, I loved "No more" :) Could you maybe write something where Ghost and reader got real close and personal on their leave, but the reader worried their closeness might make things harder on the field so they distanced themself from Ghost and it hurt him more than he thought he would ever allow himself? I'm a slut for angst

Don’t Leave Me Like This | Simon “Ghost” Riley x GN!Reader

a/n: bro i gotta stop getting distracted cause i wrote like most of this and then was like “mmmm family fic” and evaporated . ALSO IGNORE THAT I HAVENT BEEN POSTING I AM WRITING I PROMISE

warnings: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. Mentions of sex, of death. Heavy arguments.

Summary: You we’re trying to keep him at arm’s length, knowing that karma was coming for you - but you unknowingly unleashed something much more harmful: Betrayal.

You had only been sleeping with Ghost for five months when you brought him home with you. You forcibly made Laswell cough up leave days for you since you were promised them years ago, and had been saving. A month period out of the field would do you good, so you forced Ghost out too so you could see what he was like.

It was the best month of your life. Granted, it took the Brit a while to get used your simple life outside of the military. A small apartment in Berlin with a normal routine of riding subways and exploring the city. But you didn’t do it more than once with Ghost there, you stayed cooped up at home with a man twice your size fucking you so hard that it was hard to even stand.

He cooked dinner. And he was a surprisingly good cook, you didn’t go to a single restaurant the whole time he was there. It was like you two had lived together the way you waltzed around each other.

You would say that it was just fucking. Just points in time where you cross paths with Ghost and spend twenty minutes getting high off of each other’s bodies, but that month? It was different.

It was the little things. Tracing the plush skin of your hips, tongue licking from your sternum to your jaw - hands staying on you longer than ever before. You thought he was taking his time now that you had all the time in the world. He was wrapped around your finger every moment he spent placing feather light kisses to your beautiful skin, every moment he pressed ‘Mine’ into your neck. Even the way he pushed himself deeper into you had changed - it was soft, graceful; a complete 180 from his usual roughness to get you both to cum as fast as possible.

The days flew by, but they ticked down like a doomsday clock. You felt a tug in your chest one night, his masked face nestled into your neck as he silently slept. Your eyes watched your ceiling fan turn, the wafts of cold air hitting your half covered body.

This couldn’t persist when you were back at work. You liked him, you really did - but you liked your job too. This was wrong, you knew it. A medical sergeant sleeping with their lieutenant broke a slew of rules, but you didn’t want it to end. You didn’t want his touch to depart from your skin ever again, but you knew it had to be done.

So you had the best sex of your life that next night, then you were back on base in England at 0600 the next morning. Everything was perfect for a while, and everything hurt when he finally had enough. You had began to loosen your ties with him, getting more involved with work and staying later and later, to the point where you locked yourself in your office to sleep instead of the barracks.

You knew he had come to see you sometimes, but you never let him in.

So, he was more rough with you. Almost giving you concussions when he slammed you down on the training mat, growling, “Do better.”

He gave you the cold shoulder back, it was hard not to know that he was fuming. Even Soap was concerned, trying to get you to talk so he could play the middle man, but you were closed lipped. You figured it would be better for both of you in the long run if you stayed detached.

You’ve been the last man standing for too many teams in your career, karma would come back in full and take you too. You didn’t want him to shatter when karma pulled you down into Hell.

It was nine at night, you had finished your shower without seeing anyone. You were dressed in some old sweats, a band tee from your high school days. You had left all of your shower supplies in your locker in the shower rooms, all you had in your hands was your towel - which you were using to dry your hair.

Ghost was extremely rough today, almost pulling Soap’s shoulder out of socket and almost giving you a concussion. You let out a little sigh, rubbing your scalp with the scratchy towel - he’d get over it. Get over you, he just had to let out some steam, right? It’s been three weeks and he was still almost breaking bones with everyone on the sparring mat, never losing a single time. Even Price wouldn’t enter the ring, even with you, Soap, and Gaz throwing down a hundred dollars each. He pulled the superior card, stood and watched as his ruthless Lieutenant looked like a rabid dog, fighting for its life. And for as long as he stared at Ghost, Price stared at you, knowing that something happened to make Ghost turn into an animal. Rabid. Deadly.

You pushed your key into the lock, turning it to find that it actually wasn’t locked. It didn’t raise any sort of alarm, you were so damn tired that you must have forgotten to lock it behind you when you went to the showers. Your shoulders ached, sides throbbed - your fingers hurt from typing reports into the computer earlier. Sleep was going to be a saving grace.

You pushed open your door after you pulled your key out, shutting it behind you with your foot. You turned towards your door, hand reaching for the wall to turn on the light. You flicked it on before using both hands to dry your head. You turned back around, yawning.

“Why are you doing this?”

You jumped out of your skin so hard that you tripped backwards, your back slammed against your office door. Your eyes moved from the floor to across the room, where Ghost stood up from your cot. That explains the unlocked door.

“Ignoring me.”

He stood tall, shoulders back and arms across his chest. Your hands pulled the towel from your wet hair, moving to settle it against your chest as your back was still pressed against your door. Heartbeat in your ears, you struggled to take in a breath before whispering, “I’m not ignoring-“

“Bullshit!” His voice was sharp, almost like throwing knives into your skin - sharpened to leave marks on your bones. You stood there, frozen - his eyes bore holes of ice into your head.

“Ghost…“ The voice that left your lips did sound like you, but it sounded like an echo; small, scared.

“Fuck!” His hands went to his masked face. He took a step forwards, begging, “You can’t just-“ He held his hands up beside his face, taking in a breath through his teeth, “Let me in and when I come back, just slam the door in my face without a reason why.”

You wanted to take a step forwards, step closer to the man you did love - but you couldn’t move. Your legs felt like stone, solid and unmovable. “Please, Simon, try to understand-“

“No, fuck you for makin’ me feel like I’m allowed to be loved. Fuck. You.” His finger was pointed straight at you, he took three steps towards you while you took four steps to the side, your fingertips brushed against your locker.

Tears stung at your eyes, your heart hurt as you observed his anger. His eyes flooded with fury, maybe hatred, but you knew he felt betrayed. He had shown you his most intimate pieces, letting you hold them but you crushed them in your grip. You swallowed the thought, knowing that you had already hurt him but you couldn’t let him get hurt because you died. “I’m trying to make sure you don’t get hurt.”

“Hurt by fuckin’ what? You?” He scoffed, hands flung out to his sides. “There is nothing that-“

“When I die in the field.”

Your voice sounded so sure that it gave Ghost whiplash. The metaphorical knife you wedged between his ribs twisted as you turned your back to him, opening the locker you kept your civvies in. If you looked through his clothes, you’d see his chest wide open - ribs cracked and exposing his heart and lungs, pouring out blood that only he could see.

You grabbed an old sweatshirt, tears falling down your face. Your hands furiously rubbed at your eyes with the sweatshirt, trying to stop the flood of tears.

“You’re not gonna die in the field.”

You whipped around to him, holding your sweatshirt in your hands as you snapped, “Every one of my friends have died in the field,” Your hands tightened on the fabric, almost wanting to rip it in half. “It’ll be my time sooner or later, karma is nothing but punctual.”

He took a step towards you, his voice lowering and calming down - even just a little. “That’s stupid that you think I wouldn’t be there to protect you.”

“You can’t protect me every single second, Simon!” Tossing the sweatshirt to the side, your arms out wide, signaling that you were wide open for any attack - verbal, emotional, physical, if need be. Your eyes were soft, tears dripping onto your undershirt that almost felt like acid. “You’ve had everyone in your family die, your friends betray you, I can’t let myself be another tally on the board of people who have hurt you.” You took a step back, feeling your calves bump against the door of the locker and your hand flung back to keep yourself steady. You closed your eyes, taking a breath to steady yourself as you whispered, “I don’t want you to grieve me.”

The hand he had outstretched fell to his side, the puppet string that held it was cut. The gaze from underneath the mask felt pure - a gaze sharpened underneath a blade and ground to a point. Meant to hurt, injure. It was meant to kill. And it had turned cold.

“You hurt me more than any of that did when you turned away from me without a fucking word.”

He chuckled to himself, turning away. His footsteps were soundless as he turned to the cot, swiftly sitting down and spreading his knees to place his elbows upon. Your hands felt like stone too, chipped and worn. Was it wrong to want yourself to walk to him, kneel between his legs and beg him for forgiveness? To take his hands into your own and plead? But was it wrong to want him to find someone who wasn’t military, someone who would wait for him at their home and love him like you have?

“Did you mean it?”

You moved and grabbed your sweatshirt off of the floor, wiping your tears with one of the sleeves. “Did I mean what?” You mumbled, knowing he was only trying to get a rise out of you to continue this battle.

“When you told me that you loved me.”

You remembered it clearly.

His head was settled on your chest, stubble dug into your skin as your fingers drew shapes into his scalp. His breathing had evened out a long time ago, your eyes were settled on the ceiling fan in your bedroom.

You were halfway asleep, the comfort of his weight on your body made you so cozy, warm - you felt safe. You had mumbled the words to him, too scared to look him in the eye when he told you that he didn’t. You had to say them, they were fighting to be freed of the cage that was your heart.

You couldn’t lie to him now. “Yes.”

He wiped his nose, keeping his head down as he spoke, “You aren’t supposed to hurt people you love.”

“Me dying would hurt worse.”

“No, it fucking wouldn’t!” His head whipped up so fast, you kept your back to the locker as he stood again, hands flying out as he snapped, “Watching you live without me hurts more than any wound I’ve ever had,” His hands fell to his side, hands clenched. “losing you would haunt me more than any of my mistakes!”

“You don’t mean that.”

“Why don’t you believe me?”

“‘Cause no one loves me.”

The look he gave you was going to haunt you for forever, the look of absolute offense. He was offended that you would even say that. “I do! I fucking do, that’s why I’m in here - asking you to come home with me. Please.” He took your hands as he dropped to his knees in front of you. “Please, please put me back together. It hurts so much,” He buried his face into your hands, squeezing them. “Please, Riot.”

“Take off your mask.” The words you mumbled made him look back up at you. His hands left yours, moving to pull off his mask. As soon as he did, you could perfectly see his face that you’ve only seen twice before. The silvery scars that littered his face, the tears that fell down his face made him seem like a work of art. “Now you don’t have to keep lying.”

“Why don’t you believe me?” His hands took yours again, his dark eyes observing yours intensely, looking for any indication that you were joking. “What do I have to do to prove to you that I love you? What do you need from me?”

You gazed at him, tears falling down your cheeks. Every one of your friends had died when they were on the same team as you, two separate teams, two separate situations in two different parts of the world. You had become a medic after the first team had been killed by an unexpected ambush, but there was nothing you could do for the second team being blown to high heaven by an IED. You joined Task Force 141, prayed that the third time’s the charm - that this team would live.

Karma was a vicious beast, disguised as a haunting specter, roaming the Earth and following ten paces behind you until she decides to pounce. You were scared to die. You were scared that you would die before you could live with him.

“Don’t let me die without you.”

His eyes softened, squeezing your hands. “You’ll live as long as your heart allows when I’m around, my love. I’ll defend you until my last breath.”

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abibliophobiaa · 1 year

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Comfort (smut is ok too)

I havent laughed like this in a long time

Forced proximity

Eddie munson

🌛🌜

thank you for your sweet request. had a lot of fun with this one. little ex-lovers to lovers again with rockstar!eddie ahead. warnings: mentions of alcohol and 18+, minors dni for p in v sex. || 2k words

You don’t mean to bump into your ex boyfriend at the bar. You’re meant to meet up with a date—someone your roommate, Robin, had set you up with. Said it was a friend from her undergrad program, that he was great and was a high school history teacher. Only he’s not here now, hasn’t shown up and it’s been well over an hour. Which is a shame, truly, because he sounded safe; vastly different from the man actually sitting before you now, twirling the ice round and around within his glass.

And it’s not that Eddie isn’t safe, it’s just that he’d gone off on tour nearly a year ago and it rocked the foundations of your relationship to the core. He asked you to come. Through teary goodbyes as he climbed onto the tour bus all those months ago, he asked you once more. Begged for you to come, to embark on this new journey, to be there. But you were studying, working on your graduate degree, and he understood. He’s always understood, and though it pained him he climbed on that bus all the same and told you you’d make it work.

For a bit…it did.

You enjoyed the random flowers he’d have sent to your apartment, the gifts that would arrive at your doorstep on your birthday and other holidays, the phone sex when the guys had long gone to bed for the night.

But eventually, all things change.

Phone conversations became sparse, conversation heavy and limited, spoken through whatever crappy phone booth he could come across on the road. You reminded yourself on those hard days that he always promised nothing would change, that time and space couldn’t take away what the two of you shared, but it changed you.

You suggested it one day. Taking time apart. You with tests coming up, him with the constant late nights. You weren’t connecting like you once did, you told him, and winced when you heard his shaky exhale on the other line. It breaks you to break him, because if there’s one thing Eddie Munson has always been, it’s giving. You could ask for the moon and he’d wrangle that and the stars for you. He’d do anything to make you smile, to see you happy, to let you know just how honestly and truly loved you were.

So he granted you that. Told you he loved you enough to let you go and hung up the phone on the receiver. It had been four months since that day. Four months of wondering what he’s doing, what he’s been up to. Four months of capturing his face in a magazine at a newsstand on your way home from work in the bustling streets of New York City. You bought them every time. Flipped through the colorful pages and traced the features you knew like the back of your hand, if only just to see him in some limited capacity.

It’s nothing like having him across from you now. There’s never been anything really to encompass the punch to your gut that’s an inevitability when those amber eyes dart your way.

“Can I sit here?” he asks, and he’s already sitting when you finally nod. “You alone?”

“I was supposed to be meeting up with someone.” He flinches at your honesty and nods. His dark hair dances along his black leather jacket, thumb running along his bottom lip as you continue eagerly, “What are you doing here?”

“Playing a concert tomorrow, as you know. We had the day off today.” He pauses at your frown. “You got the tickets I sent you, didn’t you?”

“I did,” you admit, remembering that they’re on the fridge back at your apartment. You’d been shocked when he sent them. Had meant to reach out…just hadn’t yet. “I’m going, if that’s what you’re wondering. With Robin.”

“Good.” He chuckles, mouth drawn into a smile that shows his dimples. “Your date is an ass, you know—for, uh, standing you up.”

You offer him a pleasant smile, twirling your own drink in front of you as you say, “I’m enjoying my company just fine.”

It’s as easy as breathing, the two of you falling back into conversation. You suppose that’s the nature of a friendship forged when you’re kids, and a romantic relationship that only came later. But you fall back into step like old friends and lovers, catching up on the months lost, of the guys in the band, your happenings in school, how Robin is doing. You talk about Hawkins and how Steve visited with the kids last weekend. And before long you’re walking back to your apartment, bubbles of excitement dancing in your belly at the prospect of spending more time with Eddie.

“You sure you want me to come back?” he asks, all boyish grins and fingers toying with a curl that he drags along his plush lips.

“It’s going to snow anyway. And my apartment is closer than your hotel,” you tell him, just as you drag him inside. “Robin’s out for the night anyway.”

You don’t intend to stay up most of the night talking. But you do, huddled together on your couch, giggling together until your sides ache and your cheeks hurt from grinning so much. Somewhere, in the midst of the movie you pop in and set to watch, a bowl of popcorn positioned in Eddie’s lap, the two of you drift off into sleep. Leather jacket pressed against your cheek, the tattoo of his heartbeat loud in your ears, the comfort of his familiarity calling you home.

In the morning, you’re both on your sides. The popcorn, now likely stale, sits on your coffee table. Eddie’s fingers press into the dip of your back, his thighs slotted between yours, his face just millimeters from your forehead. It feels normal, and there’s a feeling of right that stirs in your chest from just simply having him close to you like this.

“Hey,” he murmurs, eyes closed, head nuzzling into yours.

You don’t push away, don’t try to move. It feels nice, this nearness to him. Your fingers slide up and along his back, brushing against skin beneath his shirt. “Hi.”

You’re met with those eyes that could have you falling in love all over again. Then again, you don’t think you ever truly fell out. “I haven’t laughed like that in a long time,” he whispers, thumb coming up to run along your cheek gently.

At the slow drag of the digit back and forth along your jawline, your heart stutters. “Me neither, Eddie. Look—I’m really sorry for—”

His next words tumble out in a breathless rush, “Do you think you could give us another chance? I’m done with the tour in another month and then I’ll be home. Here. And I want to do it with you.”

It’s a beautiful dream; sounds like everything you could want and more. But the logistics, the reality of what that looks like. “Eddie…you’re in Hawkins when you’re not working, and I’m here in the city—”

“I’ll move in.”

You break out into a disbelieving laugh. “Did you just invite yourself to move into my apartment?”

“I’ll move in…if you let me. If you want me to,” he says slowly, looking you firmly in the eye. There’s a severity there you’re unused to on his features. “Look, it’s not going to be easy, and I know that. I should have been more supportive on the road last time, should have called you more. Fuck, there’s a lot of things I should have done, but I shouldn’t have let you go. I should have gotten on the next plane to New York and been here.”

You’ve both made mistakes. Endless ones. Too many to count. In your heart, you understand letting Eddie go—letting your love go—is one of the gravest.

“Your career skyrocketed—”

“Doesn’t matter. You were there for all my shitty shows with the five drunks in our crowd, and you were there when we played our first festival. You were there when we got signed with the record label. And I’m a fuckin’ idiot.”

It’s crazy; it sounds crazy, but it feels right and you’re blurting out your next words without thinking about it, choosing to try, choosing to believe, “I have three conditions for you moving in here.”

The hand brushing your cheek stops. “I’m listening.”

“You kiss me every morning and night when you’re here.”

“Easy.” He leans down and nudges his nose against yours for emphasis. At the soft nod of your head, he leans down and captures your mouth with his, swallowing the hum that swells in the back of your throat.

You reluctantly pull away, teasing the line of his nose with your own. “You promise to separate your lights from your darks before throwing them in the wash.”

He smirks, huffing out a laugh. “Babe, I’ll even do the dishes.”

“Tempting,” you tease, sliding your hand around his back and dragging it across his abdomen. His stomach twitches under your touch, amber eyes liquefying as they glance down to where your skin brushes his.

“What’s the last one?” he asks, a pointer finger coming to tip your head up to look at him. He places another peck on your lips, maneuvering the two of you on the couch so you can shift over onto your back, one of his elbows resting beside your head to prop himself up.

Your fingers slide up and over his heart, resting over the place you’d broken some months ago now, the same place he was willing to open up to you and lay bare once more. “We will never ever break up again. It killed me the first time. Been my best friend since we were kids, Ed.”

“I know, sweetheart, I know.” His palm moves to lay over yours, forehead dropping to rest against yours. “Never again. Gonna make sure you know every day just how much you mean to me. I love you.”

“I love you, too.” And you mean it. It’s never been something that stopped; it’s a certainty just as the sun rising each day is. “So how soon can you move in?”

“Well,” he hums, sliding a palm down your side, along the curve of your hip, around the bend of your knee that spreads to accommodate him between the cradle of your hips. “Seeing as we’re snowed in, we can practice now.”

Your kisses are slow and languid, as is the way you undress one another. Fingers coming to slide his jacket down his arms, to help drag the tee shirt beneath up and over his head until his wavy hair springs free. He slides your jeans down your thighs, making you giggle when he blows a raspberry into your abdomen after you kick your thong free from your ankle into a heap on the floor alongside the jeans and boxers he’s since removed. And it’s a honey sweet sigh as he flops over onto his back and you sink down onto him, relishing in the fullness of being with the man who holds your heart after four months without. It’s the soft build of your impending release, husky moans from the man beneath you, quiet moans spilling from your parted lips. It’s the ringed fingers helping you rock against him, his hips undulating beneath yours, driving you closer and closer to your tipping point, the rasp of his voice as he breathes out, “I—ah, fuck. Made for me, sweetheart.”

“Missed you, Ed. Missed this. Missed us.”

“That’s it. Take what you need. S’ gorgeous, baby.”

As you shatter around him, sated and spent, and drop down to rest against him, with his fingers trailing up and down your bare spine, you relish in the fresh start, a love to nurture.

And a few days later, you relish in the new home you start to build as you help him unpack and his things become one with your own.

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melissa-titanium · 1 month

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HELLOOO CAN I TALK TO YOU ABT DOLL

do you think that like, her being at school let her have some escape from her home and her revenge plans, like in this picture she is smiling and it looks way more like a happy smile than here

SHE IS HAPPY TO GET HER REVENGE, BUT SHE LOOKS SO TIRED, EVEN HER LAUGH IS TIRED

its like shes getting worse from the kills, in her house there was enough oil for her to not kill any other drones, yet her plan had to work, but it didnt, and only let her feeling more guilty

EVERYONE IS ALLOWED TO SEND ME SHIT ABOUT DOLL ALWAYS AT ANY TIME EVER FOREVER AND EVER. I LITERALLY NEED HER. SHES SO FUCKING COOL. BUT OMG HI YES HOLD ON

thats such an interesting take on pilot doll omg HI???? YES I CAN TOTALLY SEE THIS CONSIDERING WE DONT SEE DOLL IN SCHOOL OUTSIDE OF THE PILOT. HIIII YES OMG ok ok.

i havent actually thought this much about this. i personally think her in the pilot vs her in promening was like. not really a Whole big difference but like...the fact that lizzy now has access to v set her off. shes always been a little unsettling, a little fucking deranged but maybe something happened between ep 1 and 3 thatr was like. lizzy came to her like... hey, one of the disassembly drones came by my bunk the other day. was this the one? (shows doll a pic) and doll just FUcking Loses it . i think she was actively vengeful during the pilot too but YES like ur saying its almost a .grounding thing. everyone here is real and alive. and then at the end of the day she has to go back and face dozens upon dozens upon dozens of corpses that are there because of HER and its liike. idk i imagine shes 18-22 . shes young as hell. and that FUCKS WITH YOU. this is doll to me:

they know damn well her parents are dead but she's just under being eerie enough that no one really suspects her for anything going on. she's relatively normal around lizzy & not aggressive but not outgoing with other students. like to everyone, shes just a normal kid who lost her parents. plenty of kids have lost their parents, considering the murder drones lurking *right outside the bunker.*

i think she would get tired. yeah. she held onto the all consuming debilitating hatred for these genocidal war machines that killed her parents and countless others. then heartbeat happens, and suddenly people are Okay with them??? that would fucking set her OFF. so long, so fucking long shes been holding onto her anger and not being able to do anything about it . BUT NOW SHE CAN. ough ok but then theres those conflicting feelings bcos of uzi. u can see in promening she has SOME sense of... for lack of a better word, humanity in how she treats uzi (hell even tossing lizzy out of the way when she started killing people.) i think she picks and choses who she cares about and then is usually consistent in how she treats them. basically; dont get on her bad side. she's conflicted at the end of ep3 after learning uzi has the solver; but uzi is siding with the murder drones and thats HER loss for being SCHTUPIDDDDDDDD!!!! but then again, she finally has someone who understands what shes going through... but also AUGH..! i have to kill v i HAVE to kill v ive gotten so far i cant give up now FUCK!!!! FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!! i think there would be so much of her being conflicted between uzi knows what i feel. but also uzi is siding with the bitch who killed my fucking parents. i think she would just spiral and spiral until dead end comes along and she has a decision to make. and she makes it. and uzi is Fucked and v is Fucked and n and tessa are FUCKEd AND OK TYHIS IS GETTING LONG IM DONE

doll jumpscare

#asks #murder drones #mel art

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catsfor2 · 1 year

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out west II (ellie x reader)

warnings: 18+ mdni, smut wc: 1.8k, unedited tags: @champagnelovers101@intrnetdoll@me-and-your-husband

a/n: i............i havent written smut in a while. cut me some slack.

western slang!("sakes alive" - like 'oh my god!' or something, horse feathers - nonsense/ridiculousness, "line rider" - cowboy, lunk-headed - dumb, "make tracks" - leave, bristled - angry, rattling - worrying, "pop your corn" - say your words/spit it out, poppet - term of endearment like "sweetie" and stuff)

-j

She'd came in the night.

Garbed in the evening's clothing, blurred into the sticky silence of twilight. Ghostly. Exactly as she came before.

Her fingers had fumbled with your shutters for a minute, eventually just snapping the mechanism that kept them locked.

You hadn't heard it.

Her leather-laden hands, clutching the edges of the window frame, hoisting herself over the small ledge into your bedroom.

You hadn't heard it.

And then, her thoroughly dusted boots, clopping at your creaky wooden floor, steps miniature and slow.

You still heard nothing.

For you were sleeping. Achingly peaceful, still and vulnerable. Your hair, a halo around you, arranged gently across your pillow. Your lips parted, light breaths puffing out of them consistently. Your hands, clutched closely inwards with your blanket laced between your fingers. An angel, the outlaw thought.

And then she sees it.

Her hat.

Neatly rested atop the pillow next to you, almost propped on display like you knew she’d be coming.

It was cleaner. Dusted off. You had undirtied it properly and meticulously for the gunslinger, delicate hands conditioning the suede for hours and hours until it finally felt right.

The outlaw warmly smiles, shadow looming darkly over your sleeping body as she imagines it. You, sitting pretty all alone in your lace trimmed bedroom, brushing grime off the leather of a hat that belongs to a criminal.

She wishes she could’ve been there to watch you do it.

The outlaw stills, realizing something, and reaches into the band of her holster to pull out a burlap sac. The size is small enough to hide easily in her palm.

Her fingers tug the strings and widen the top, before digging inside and plucking out a pink, soft looking peony.

It reminded her a lot of you when she’d first seen it.

She steps lightly, bending over your figure, and creeps up the brim of her hat to place the peony under it.

She knows that you’ll find it eventually. The difficult part, to the outlaw, is being unable to see your face when you notice it.

But it wouldn’t stay that way for long.

As the next time the outlaw would visit—tomorrow night—she had a different plan.

She’ll wake you up instead. Brush the hair out of your face, cup your cheeks gently and lay a soft kiss to your sleep-heated skin.

She’ll reveal a lilac from her burlap sac this time, closely watching the blush rise in your face as she places it in your hands.

And then she’ll steal you.

Steal you far, far away from this place you’ve been forced to call home.

And never let you come back.

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Night has fallen over town, and the outlaw couldn't be happier.

Her lilac is plucked.

Her boots are freshly polished.

And she approaches the same window confidently, enthusiastically, and opens the shutters.

Oh.

Her eyes widen subtly, glossing over as she sees inside.

She quickly realizes that she cannot enter.

Because you are...occupied.

Thoroughly occupied.

Gasps escape your lips in fluttery exhales, so quiet and so soft that the outlaw could barely hear. Your arms, daintily motioning under your blanket, are about hidden completely. She almost pities you, right then. Seeing the pure need color your cheeks as you help yourself. Almost frustrated with pleasure.

And her hat. Her damned hat.

Sat dearly next to you, superbly clean. Resting in the same air you breathe out so sweetly, so beautifully. Close enough to see the wetness of your eyes. Feel the warmth of your skin.

The gunslinger heats, hands starting to moisten the inside of her gloves. She swallows.

Her fingers fidget, still clasped around the shutter, as she raises the other hand, already drawn into a fist.

She knocks.

Immediately, a shrill shout escapes you, limbs messily fumbling under the covers and hands frantically grasping them up to your chest.

"Sakes alive!—it's—I—it's you!" you stutter in disbelief.

The gunslinger subtly nods.

"D'you—" you take a breath, having to collect yourself before you talk again. "D'you have any idea what time of night—this is—this is just horse feathers! Just—just showin' up?! I don't even—" you look away, breaths coming out harshly. "I don't even have words for you right now."

"Darlin', I—"

"Don't. And while you're at it—put that—that damn bandanna over your eyes," you say, voice getting a little quieter. "...I'm...indecent."

The outlaw only obeys, hands tugging the bandanna up and over her brow bone. You continue.

"I should've never trusted some—some line rider crook like yourself. My mistake."

She steps forward, hands steadily in front of herself.

"I'm no crook sweetheart, I already told you—"

"I can't trust a crook's word on bein' a crook! You lunk-headed—"

The outlaw interrupts you with her movements, arm extending to snatch her hat and place it on her head. She adjusts it slightly, fingers pinching the brim, before talking.

"Tell me you want me gone. I'll make tracks darlin'. I don't wanna hurt you. I can..." she glances at the window. "...take my hat and go. If it's what you want."

Your body tenses, freezing at the notion.

"That's not what I want." you blurt, anger starting to subside.

The outlaw's voice had you remembering how caged and hot you felt when you first had met her. It was distracting.

"Yeah?" She asks. "Enlighten me then."

You pause, feeling strangely watched despite her vision being blocked by the fabric.

"I want—well, I wanted...you. And I didn't know if—if I'd ever see you again. I couldn't..." your skin colors. "...I couldn't wait."

The only expressive part of her face you could see—her mouth—quirks up into tiny smile.

"You only had to wait a small while longer honey. I was down the road."

Your legs shift under the covers, restless with warmth.

"You can—you can take the bandanna off. I'm...fine now." you utter, still unable to face her directly.

Her hand moves to grab it, before she stops.

"Are you sure? I don't mind—"

"Just take it off." you cut, words even louder.

She finally does, exposing her eyes to you and your bedroom. Her grin widens as she looks at you.

"Not so bristled anymore?" she questions.

Your hands brush up and down your thighs.

"...No."

She tracks your movements closely, eyes flicking.

"...Somethin' else rattlin' you then?" she tries.

You stay silent, simply not able to conjure a clean way to word your thoughts. The outlaw talks again.

"I think I know." she assures. "You weren't quite...done yet, were you? Is that it?"

Hotness blooms, showering your insides in something dangerous and heady. The outlaw won't stop talking.

"You're just—just itchin' for it under there aren't you?" she murmurs.

She sits on your bed, body leaning deftly close to yours. Her head inches near your neck, lips curtly brushing you for a moment.

"...Do you think you'd let me see?" she whispers even lower.

Your feel your eyes abruptly dart up, focusing on hers. Your hand moves meekly, finding her own and guiding it towards you. You draw her under your covers, slowly letting her fingers pad their way down your sternum.

The glove is missing, as you feel her skin on yours, and it causes you jump slightly. You hadn't even seen her take it off.

Her hand is shaky, excited, as she feels your bareness for the first time. It starts to ravage, pulling at the hem of your panties wildly.

Her hat knocks into your forehead as she clutches your neck, bringing your face to hers swiftly.

She takes, mouthing heavily on top of your lips and inside your mouth, groping at your inner thighs. Her hand cups your cunt, forcing a dizzy amount on pressure onto you instantly.

"I—oh," You partly gasp, the outlaw's fingers starting to rhythmically circle your clit without warning. You feel her tongue leave your mouth, start spanning the length of your neck and tasting.

Her hat knocks into your chin this time, tumbling it off her head and onto the mattress. Her teeth start to nip, scattering painfully pleasurable bruises across your skin.

Her body climbs over yours, bulky clothing scratching you as she does so. Her hand still rubs you dearly, fingers now curiously prodding inside.

Your hips start to shift, jittery and wanting, and the gunslinger grinds down with the whole of her bodyweight, thrusting her hand harder against you.

Her hips keep bucking like that, pounding her own hand, with such force that you feel your bed start to wobble.

"That's—hah—I—ohhh—I need—" you breathe, words broken.

"What's that? Gonna have to pop your corn a bit louder darlin'," the outlaw chides, hips only slamming harder and faster as you struggle to talk.

"I'm—ooh—your—your name! Tell me your name!" you exclaim, voice airy.

She grins, eyes fixed. "Williams—Ellie Williams."

A hand moves to your breast, squeezing and tugging in time with her hips. You feel her fingers reach deeper, farther, evoking molten rushes of heat straight from your belly. It's becoming too fast to keep up with.

"El—Ellie—"

She groans, the metal belt buckle she wears knocking even more vigorously against you.

"Again sweetheart. Say it again."

Your eyes are glassy, barely gazing at the figure on top of you. Your legs are clutched around Ellie's waist, taut as the sensation of her fingers overwhelm you. You hear your own voice meander out of your parted lips, unable to really control how you sound.

"Ellie, Ellie, Ellie—oohhhh, Ellie, I'm—" your voice cuts into a moan, high and breathless. You feel your body jerking, an insane amount of energy burning to be released.

"I know poppet, I know. It feels so good, don't it?" she softly speaks into your shoulder.

"Yes, it's—mmm—it's—it's good," you groan, your own hands weakly clawing at her hips to slow down.

It was a tide of sparks, a wave of relief, a terrifying wall of pleasure that hit you so violently, sending you flying and soaring, essentially drifting in the haze of climax.

Your thighs flinch together, knocking inwards even tighter as your body racks with leftover tremors and sparse shivers.

The outlaw just watches.

You both sit silently for a moment, enjoying the stuffy air and sweaty sheets for a while longer.

Her hand departs and snakes into her empty hostler, where she digs for a bit and pulls out a small brown sac.

Her fingers delve into it, bringing out a tiny, tiny flower.

Your face brightens.

"Is that—is that for me?" you ask sweetly.

"Who else?" Ellie says, tucking the flower in between some strands of your hair.

She moves, rolling over to lie down in the spot next to you. She gazes up at the ceiling, face slightly scrunched contemplatively.

"You thinkin' about somethin'?" you quietly ask.

Her head turns to yours.

"No."

But that was a lie. She was thinking hard.

Because the outlaw hasn't given up.

She couldn't steal you tonight. That time has passed.

But tomorrow night?

A rose, she thinks.

I'll bring a rose.

#ellie x reader #ellie williams x reader #ellie fic #ellie tlou #tlou part 2 #lesbian #ellie williams fic #ellie williams #smut #ellie williams smut #ellie smut

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mchsm07 · 5 months

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I love seeing Doyoung enthusiasts on this app😩 makes me so happy bcs they’re so rare👀 could I request some dom doyoung smut like maybe he gets turned on seeing you in his clothes like his shirt or hoodie or smth and fucks you in it😩

Soaking wet

Pairing: Doyoung × fem!reader

Genre: Smut

Word count: 1 k

Warnings: cursing words, fingering, oral (f.receiving), unprotected sex,

Summary: After a rough day of course, your umbrella broke on the way home in the biggest storm. You went to your closest friend until the storm passed. You and Doyoung have been close friends for a long time. Sometimes too close. You always liked him, but nothing more than an innocent kiss happened between two of you, until now.

"Whoa. The wet hair is sexy but this is already scary"

"Haha. will you let me in or continue to wonder at me?"

After he letting you in with a sneaky smile under his nose he gave you a towel, a hair dryer and said 'feel free to take some clothes out of my closet' while he wiped up the puddle of water what you left behind. Your hand automatically reached for his favorite shirt which you put on, satisfied that it would be enough, since it reached almost to your knees.

"Would you like some hot ... tea?" Doyoung's jawline almost dropped to the floor when he saw you in his shirt. He thinks your little perfect shaped body in that oversized shirt is the most beautiful view. "Yea, i would appreciate it." Your face went up in flames as you felt his gaze scans you from head to toe.

He could hardly tear himself away from the sight, he couldn't deny seeing you in his clothes turned him on. He made your tea silently, during which he played countless options in his head in which position he would fuck you with his shirt on. As you drank the warm tea, while his lustfully eyes on you almost scorched your skin, you only more flooded with heat. "You are hot in my shirt no doubt but do you know how would you be even hotter? " You almost chocked on your tea. You don't often hear dirty minded pickup line from him. "Hm?"

"With me between your thighs" Saying the last word without even waiting for your reaction he pressed his lips against yours starting right into a wet make out session. His hands was all over your body, traveled all the way from your waist to your ass. Kneading your booty and held you close so you felt his bulge in his pants. Doyoung despite being known as a paper doll, will easily lift you up and placed you on the kitchen counter. Without his tongue stopping for a moment his hand slid straight between your uncovered folds. "Already wet and i havent even touched you"

He lightly rubs against your pussy lips, spreading your slick before inserting his middle finger as deep as he could. A soft moan left your mouth however he took it out with that movement and then licked your wetness off his finger. "Hm tastes too good, But I’m not going to touch you until you beg it” His voice reeked with authority.

"Please.?" You muttered with some uncertainty in your voice. His lips turned into a sneaky smirk to your word while he unbuttoned the upper 3 buttons of the shirt. "Not enough princess. You know better than that" He took your nipple between his two fingers. "Please, Doyoung! Touch me, please." Whimpered out finally while he was busily playing with your breasts. With a look of satisfaction on his face he leaned down. Then pulled up the shirt he licked between to your folds without any preparation. Your body shuddered at the sudden sensation. His lips latching onto your clit, sucking and licking your sensitive area continously. Your moan grew louder as the movements of his tongue became more decisive. "You taste like the heaven" He murmurred on your pussy. His thick finger prods at your slit, gathering your wetness and the saliva in order to slip it in easily and curls up into you, making you want more. You buried your fingers in his hair start to loosen up around him, but your pussy keeps clenching around his fingers in order to keep them there. His tongue swirls around your clit while his middle finger fucks your pussy. You whimper, moan, and your toes curl. You wanted him so bad. "Doyoung, pleaseee" You whined impatiently. He tore his tongue away from your clit and straightened up to you as he pumped his fingers non-stop.

"Please what?"

"I want.."

"What you want princess?" In the absence of an answer, he also viciously deprived you of his fingers, which made you whimp reluctantly "You want my dick, huh? "

"Yesss. Want your dick please. I can't wait more" Hearing your words he pulled his mouth into a satisfied grin, as if he had been waiting for just that.

"So needy" he pushed his pants down enough to get his erection out of his boxers. Holding your hand with your palm placed on his hard cock and stroke on it "This pretty pussy needs my dick?"

" Fuck, yes. I want your dick inside me so bad" You didn't have to say more. He adjusted his hardness to your soft entrance than slowly pushed himself into you.

“Fuck!” You both groaned at the same time. He started moving gradually. Surrendering to the pleasure you closed your eyes and leaned back on your elbows.

“God you so thight” He muttered staring down at the way his cock disappeared in your folds only to come back out and push more slick. He grasped your one leg and placed on his shoulder then pushing the shirt up with his other hand, he gripped your waist. Dictating a steady pace he pushed both of you to the edge of orgasm.

" Cum for me my princess. Cum on my dick" He pulled out before thrusting deeper inside of you. Your cunt tightening around him as he repeated a few more times and reached your sweet spot. "Don't stop it please, im so close" You whined with heavy breathing as you felt your body falling to pieces from the pleasure within seconds.

“ Ah god ” You manage to breathe out as soon as the orgasm reached you. "Shit" He pace starts to get sloppy as he’s close to finishing too thanks to your pulsing pussy. He filled you up completely within a few seconds with a deep groan.

"I think i found my new fetish. You in my clothes."

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I liked this idea 🔥 Also this was my first one shot after a long time. Thank you for you patient. Hope you like it ♡

#doyoung #treasure imagines #treasure smut #treasure reactions #treasure #kpop smut #treasure scenarios #kim doyoung #dobby #doyoung scenarios #doyoung smut

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neteyams-tanhii · 10 months

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It Reminds Me Of You // Oneshot

Y/n x Neteyam Sully : ONESHOT !!

THEMES: Fluff, friends, crushes

NA'VI WORDS : skxawngs - idiot/moron

DESCRIPTION; Y/n and Neteyam Sully have been friends since they were young, though a small, intimate moment is shared one morning that changes the trajectory of their friendship.

Length: 3k

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Authors note;

Hi!!! This is my first proper post here!! i hope yall like this, i havent written in years; so this was a nice little thing to do :)

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It's early morning in Pandora, the beautiful blue Pandoran sky bids you a good morning as you step outside; you wonder what the day has in store for me, adventure, happiness, love? You'll have to find out as you move on with my day. The sun is just rising through the break in the mountains, coating everything in a light orange hue. The crisp air quickly wakes me up as you take a deep inhale; the cool air makes my way into my lungs and slaps me awake entirely; a great morning wakeup. You look around the mist through the mountain range, the ground a little wet due to the temperature shifts from night to day. You look around the maruis to see who else has woken up at the break of dawn, and you see a few of the women and young children making breakfast and playing quietly as majority of the clan are still asleep.

Recently the clan has been getting back to life as we know it to be; trying to live life as normally as possible. Though as of late life in the omatikaya clan has become dull and glum, the mountains are wonderful, but it is not the same. The mountains are not as fulfilling as life on home tree; yet whoever the people are still feels like home. It's been six years since I've felt the comfort and warmth of home tree; it's bark and wood, it's fanning branches and leaves, nothing will ever replace that feeling or sense. This is a common feeling within everyone within the clan, we all have a longing for home tree, but have settled for the mountains as it is home wherever the rest of the clan is.

Though as I look around the mountain range surrounding the clan, I cannot help but reflect back no my old life in the Omatikayan Forrest, home; where we all played and tussled by the creek, where we would play underneath the the trees and plants, the tree of souls near by to explore and turn to for guidance. To see and hear happiness through everyone, a true sense of community and belonging. It is all lost, burnt to a crisp by sky demons during the war days. Not everything is gone though, one thing has remained the same, the only thing keeping me sane.

THIRD PERSON (neteyam and Lo'ak)

Neteyam was out on the hunt, the weight of his load bearing down on him. The sun has risen by this time, illuminating the Forrest that the brothers explore; it seems like only 2 minutes ago they had left the safety of the family marui. Yet, Neteyam had already caught enough to feed his family for the next two days; which does not surprise either of the brothers in one bit. "Neteyam the mighty hunter," Lo'ak mocks, looking lowly at his one and only catch; a small fish. "Don't worry little bro, let me give you this to carry, " Neteyam hands Lo'ak his biggest catch of the hunt, a nonchalant look on his face as Lo'ak reaches for the carcass. "Are you sure, it was your kill brother," Lo'ak throws the carcass over his left shoulder. "It is no problem, i would not have been able to kill it if you had not found it brother," Neteyam smiles softly, slapping him softly on the nape of his neck as he pretends to not notice the grin his brother is attempting to hide from view.

As the load was getting a bit hefty, the brothers decided to make their way back to their ikran. Along the way Neteyam finds some little treasures he would like his mother to weave into his next armband or into his braids the next time she does them. He quite likes these little treasures and beads, it's keeps Tuk entertained, as she tends to play and fiddle with his hair on occasion. Neteyam shoves these little beads into a pocket on his ikrans satchel as he and Lo'ak Mount their respective beats and begin the flight back to the mountains.

Lo'ak makes sure the massive carcass is tied on tightly to his ikran, as if he lost it he fears he will bear too much guilt. This kill will be able to feed at least three other families for two nights; which is a fair amount of food for a boy of Lo'aks age to bring back to the tribe. Once lo'ak is certain the carcass will not disappear in transit, he nods his head at Neteyam, a signal they can head to the mountains, to the clan to show what they managed to retrieve on the hunt.

- Y/n Pov - You went to the ikran resting place, though you were supposed to be on hunt with Neteyam and Lo'ak this morning, but it seems they have left you behind; definitely Neteyams doing. He always seems to leave you behind, does he think that you are not a good hunter? Or does he not enjoy your company as much as you enjoy his? Or perhaps he likes morning hints to be a brotherly bonding time? These thoughts run through my mind as you mount your ikran, you begin to realise that you do not know where to search for the brothers. A general area sure, but where would have the morning mist taken them, would they be near the carnage of home tree, or closer to the cliff faces by the ocean? You have been in the air for all of 10 minutes; when you hear the yips and hoots of your favrouite band of brothers.

"Y/n! what took you so long?" Lo'ak hollers your way. "You skxawngs didn't bother to wake me up!" you hollered back to Lo'ak, who put a hand up in defence, as a sign that he had no say in your waking hour.

Above cane the yips of none other than Neteyam, you hoot back in response, communicating without speaking; something the two of us have done since we were children.

"Neteyam! I needed to go hunting this morning, my family is out of food; you know this!" You hollered towards the accused, sending a glum look his way, "I apologise, y/n, you just looked to peaceful in a deep sleep, how could I disrupt such a thing?" Neteyam looked kindly your way, "Plus, I have more than enough food to give to you and your family, as an apology for not waking you," Neteyam glanced down at the carcasses, 'I suppose this will be a fit apology,' you think to yourself. You yip twice; letting Neteyam know that you are going to your special place. Neteyam understands, guiding himself and Lo'ak towards the clan whilst you go the opposing way towards your hideaway.

You look back as you see the two disappear into the horizon line, off into the high mountains; whilst you continue on your way. you look around and see the beauty of Pandora, its everlasting life with the greenery, other ikran in the sky, the sounds of your home surround you in comfort. You begin to think back to the stories that you have heard from Toruk Makto; how beautiful earth used to be, but how earth never could have been as beautiful and majestic as Pandora. You try your hardest to imagine Pandora without life, with horrid things called buildings and roads plastered everywhere, air that is too toxic to breathe and thick mist called fog blocking the view of the mountains. In where would there be quality of life in a place such as that? You get lost in your thoughts as you ikran flies to your special place.

You get drawn out of your thoughts as your ikran begins her descent; down to the lake. The lake is surrounded by magnificent flowers, plants as well as trees. Yet the lake has an ethereal feel to it, it is so secluded and so far away from Na'vi life, but so close to Eywa and the life she provides. There is just enough light mowing through the trees to sense the differences the sun follows through the day, allowing you to keep track of the time. You dismount your ikran, caressing her face as she turns to leave and explore this place herself. You put your hand on your woven bag as you find a rock that has just enough sun light, but allows you to rest your legs in the clear, lukewarm water of the lake.

In your bag you have packed materials to weave a new tops as well as some jewellery, which Tuk has been asking you to do for some time now. Kiri has been putting gems and stones into your bag for a few weeks; so to show my gratitude you've decided to make her a new necklace, a more decorative piece that can be worn on special occasions. You empty your bag on the rock you are sitting on and find yourself with a pile of blue, purple, green, orange and yellow stones, gems and other precious items. Purple is the colour that you correlate with Kiri; which leads you to the task at hand, sorting through the pile to find all of the purple items. As you begin to sort through the items, you sing part of my mothers songcord; passed down to you after she lost her life in the war. You have been adding new parts to her songcord; the end of her life ended when home tree collapsed.

You softly hum the melody of your mothers songcord, as you continue to sort the beads oblivious to Neteyams arrival. You have almost sorted all of the little purple treasures at this point, your soft humming blossomed into singing the final chorus and stanza of your mothers songcord; a tear rolls down your cheek as you recall her final moments. Your focus is on the song now, preserving any memory of her that you can within the melody. You come to a close, still in a haze, deep in thought about the messages within her songcord. You were drawn out of your trance like state when you feel three squeezes on your left bicep; a silent hello from the boy, whom decided to sit next to the pile of treasures, leaving a small distance between the two of you.

"Hey 'Teyam," you slowly turn to look at his sweet gaze, "hi y/n, is everything okay?' He looks back at you, worry paints his face. "Everything is fine; I promise." Your gaze turns back to sorting the little treasures by colour, purple has been completed so you decide turn my attention to the blue treasures in the pile. Neteyam picks up on this little task, and joins, deciding to sort through the yellow items in the pile, admiring every little treasure before placing them neatly into a pile next to his thighs. "why are we sorting these?" he turns his gaze to you as you continue sorting the blue items. "I want to make some jewellery for Tuk, Kiri and myself." you hum contently, slowly shifting your gaze to Neteyam, who has turned his focus back to the pile. "What colours are for Kiri and Tuk?" he examines a yellow item, but decides to put it by itself, separately away from the bigger pile of yellow items. "Purple is for Kiki, Tuk will get an amalgamation of all of the colours, and I think that I will take the blue for myself, maybe with some yellow accents." you look to my small pile of blue items, smiling silently as you begin to think of designs for your crafts. "Can you make me something with the yellow things?" Neteyam questions, his tail wavering nervously as he wiggles his toes in the lake beneath him. "Sure, what are you after? Want a new arm band?" You look to his arm, seeing the old arm band; Neteyam has worn this specific one on this bicep for the past 4 years now, it is beginning to look quite tattered, and the beads have begin to all look the same colour as one another. 'He is most definitely in need for a new one' you think to yourself

"That would be wonderful, y/n, I really appreciate it," He states as he continues to sort the items, "but I do have a request." You turn to look at him, your ears perk up, a request? You think, 'what would that request be?' your tail flicks in anticipation, "I found some things this morning that I would like to be woven into the arm band, if you don't mind." but before you could answer, Neteyam has already stood up, jogging in the direction of his ikran.

Neteyam has a very delicate eye, so whatever he presents to you, you are certain that they will be precious. Neteyam returns with a fistful of item, "here," Neteyam gestures for you to open your hand, "I found them all this morning, I was going to drop them at home but, I am now glad that I did not." He huffs as he gently transfers the items from his hand to yours. You examine all of the items that are in my palm, they are all so beautiful. One item catches your gaze, "Can I see this one a bit closer?" you ask Neteyam for permission to see a specific thing he collected; he looks down at you, "sure, do as you wish." He grunts as he sits down, the cold stone making contact with his warm skin. You examine the little stone, it's a beautiful yellow colouration; making you think of one of you favourite sights to see. "Teyam, can I steal this one?" You hold up the stone for him to see, his ears twitch and his face shows a slight expression of sadness, "I'll let you have it," he begun, making you happy to hear that you can use it, but question his terms, "but, you have to tell me why you like that one best." He wanted to know what drew you to choose the stone, so then he can look for more in the future. "Hm, I don't know, kinda reminds me of your eyes a little bit." You say without a thought, as it was true, the stone did make you think of his eyes. You saw this as giving Neteyam a harmless compliment, you often gave compliments to boost his self esteem, something that is seldom done in Na'vi culture.

Neteyams look falters for a second, as if he didn't hear you correctly when I spoke. "what did you say?" Neteyam scoffed back, unsure if he was amused or not, you simply stated "you heard me.." you trailed off at the end of your sentence, feeling a tad embarrassed by the whole situation you have put myself in. "It remind you, of my eyes, so you want to have it?" His lips begin to form an upturned smirk, as he begins to realise what you actually said. "Yeah and? Can I not have something that reminds me of you?" you begin to become annoyed, why weren't you allowed to have something that reminds you of a dear friend? what is so wrong about it? "Nothing, but then, can I have this stone?" Neteyam points to the stone in your hair.

"Why? Why do you wish to have it? You know I always put it in my hair!" you become confused by his request; as you have worn this specific stone in your hair for years, you are never seen without it. "It will remind me of you," he places his hand on your left cheek, rubbing his thumb ever so slightly, "as you want something to remind you of me. It is only fair I have something that reminds me of you." His gaze catches yours, his honey eyes catch the light of the sun through the trees; they are glowing.

"Whatever, do as you wish." you say in a relaxed manner, but you feel slight a heat creep up your face. You go to bat his hand from off of your face, but instead he insists that it is to stay.

"You know, I like you.." Neteyam looks down at you, his breath catching at the end of his sentence; awaiting a response. You look back at him, your head hurting with all of the thoughts that cross my your mind. "Huh?" Is the only sound that seems to escape your mouth. "I like you, more than a friend," Neteyam takes a sharp inhale, "I just thought I'd let you know, as I will be wearing your hair bead and everyone knows that it's yours.. so.. I thought I'd let you know that I like you.." Neteyams voice becomes quiet at the end of his sentence; was this the right thing to say in this moment?

You take a deep breath in trying to collect your thoughts, "you know," you pause and tilt your head up to meet his gaze, "I kinda like you too a little bit," you smile at him, his face contorts from worry to a soft happiness and calmness "but only a tiny little bit." you exaggerate, raising your hand and making a pinching motion, causing both of you to share a laugh.

"So what now?" Neteyam looks down at you, his gaze not shifting. "I'm not sure, but I like this." you look back up at him, you both knew that there was some sort of thing beyond friendship between you now; though you never knew the feeling was mutual until this point in time. You guess these things happen for a reason but we both know that nothing will ever replace this feeling or sense of home.

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velvetxkissesx · 1 year

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come home

izuku midoriya x fem coded reader

after Izuku leaves UA, you and the rest of your class make the decision to drag him back kicking and screaming if you needed to. you go over the recent events that led you up to that moment in time.

WARNINGS: SPOOIIILLEEERRRS FOR SEASON SIX SO IF YOU HAVENT WATCHED OR READ THE MANGA YOU’VE BEEN WARNED. violence, lots of cussing because of katsuki bakugo being present, extremely unedited and unread, it’s so long I hate it so much but I’m posting it anyways because I’ve been obsessed with this idea. it’s a little angsty I suppose

“You know he isn’t going to come easily, right?” You mumbled to Bakugo, as you two walked out of the security gate side by side. The rest of your class behind you.

“Yeah yeah, I’ve kicked his ass once, I’ll do it again and drag him back by his stupid hair,” Bakugo tightened his gauntlets before he looked at you, and finally realized how terrified you were, “Hey, this is going to work idiot, we all have things we need to say to him."

You all made your way, following the gps Endeavor had for him. Everyone’s nerves were high, maneuvering through the streets. There was no way you guys were going to fail this mission. Not when it was something this important. For someone this important.

"Over here, I found him."

-----a few days after izuku left UA

"Bakugo she's still HEALING!" You could hear a loud commotion outside of your hotel room. There wasn't much left in you to care though, not when you were rereading the same scribbled out note that was on your bed. It was even right next to your favorite flower.

You have to understand that not telling you about One for All was hard. There were a lot of times that I wanted to turn to you, but I couldn't. Don't be mad at Kacchan for knowing and not saying anything either, I made him swear. I have so much that I want to tell you, but that will have to wait for now. I am sorry I kept this a secret from you of all people.. You almost died, he almost killed you because he gathered what you meant to me. I have to stay away from UA, away from you, to keep you all safe.

I hope you can forgive me..

Izuku.

Your door busted open, Bakugo being held back by Sero and Denki. He looked at you, and then at the paper in your hands.

"Stop crying and get your ass up, we need to figure this out." Bakugo threw a bag with your uniform in it at you. You looked up at him and the other guys and waved them out of the room so you could get dressed.

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"Todoroki, I might punch your dad," You mumbled, and the taller boy looked down at you while you all waited to corner him in the principal's office.

"You were just released from the hospital after your heart was slightly punctured, I don't think punching the number one hero is in your best interest," Todoroki half-way joked with you, before his tone went serious again, "If you do it though, you'll have my support."

All of you walked into the principal's office, and Endeavor looked shocked at first before he sighed. He almost seemed to just accept the fact the entirety of Class 1-A was standing in front of him. None of you were happy with him. Bakugo explained to him why you guys needed to go, and you backed up his statement. The two of you, and Todoroki staring down the number one hero. Endeavor tried to argue and talk him out of it, but the principal wouldn't budge. Instead he gave you the okay to track down Midoriya, and bring him back.

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Your feet ran faster than you should have been able to, considering it wasn't too long ago your heart was in pretty bad shape. None of that mattered though, your best friend was there. He was there and you were close enough to reach him. You could reach him. All of you were in the area soon enough, Todoroki using his ice to subdue the villain Midoriya was fighting even further. Yaoyorozu helping imprison him even longer.

He didn't even look the same anymore, not even just because he hadn't bathed in who knew how long. His usually bright green eyes were dull, and tired now. You didn't know what you wanted to do more, hug him or punch him for leaving you all behind like that. He was looking around slowly, trying to assess the situation. Finally though, his eyes landed on you.

For a moment he looked relieved, but then his face dropped again.

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Izuku watched in horror as the black and red shards shot out of Shigaraki, but he wasn't aiming for him. No instead they went for their target, you. One went straight through your chest, another hitting your shoulder, another hitting your leg.

You didn't scream, you didn't even panic. Instead your clouded eyes focused on the one thing that always calmed you down. Izuku Midoriya, with his beautiful green hair, and matching green eyes. The boy that felt like spring to you. You wanted him to be the last thing you saw.

Izuku couldn't move as he watched the blood you coughed up trickle out of the corner of your mouth. Your once bright colored suit now soaked red. Before you went limp, before your eyes closed for what Izuku thought was for good, you said something. Izuku couldn't hear it though, because before he could even process what had happened to you, Bakugo was injured just the same.

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“I don't understand, why are you here?" He looked everywhere but you, which made you want to punch him even more.

"We were worried about you," You stepped more towards Bakugo, making sure he couldn't just ignore you. Izuku's eyes flickered towards you again. He grabbed his mask and started to stand up.

"That's nice, but I'm fine really, no need for concern," He put his mask back on his face, "So leave."

Bakugo started to clap.

"Oh yeah, great speech! Wasn't that great?" Bakugo looked at you, you knew he was trying to keep you on track, "Just what we wanted from the famous One For All successor! Real talk, are you able to smile right now?"

"In order to smile.. For everyone to live in peace.." He stood up, and maybe you were just trying to convince yourself but you swore you could've felt him looking at you through his mask, "I have to go, I'm sorry."

Izuku got ready to move, and you took in a deep breath. All of your classmates were already prepared for this, for him to go this route. There was no way he was going to let it happen without a fight.

"You're going to have to make us, ya busted-ass All Might wannabe!" Bakugo taunted.

"We had a feeling that's what you were going to say," Iida sighed, "Let's do this class!"

"You're coming home Izuku." You clenched your fists

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You knew it was Bakugo when there was one quick knock, followed by your door handle being shaken, and then more knocks coming after. You opened the door and he shoved a costume case at you, followed by a bag of your fixed up support equipment.

"We have his location, we are going to get him now, and you're coming," Bakugo grumbled, and you raised an eyebrow, "Don't give me that stupid face, I know what the principal said about you hanging back, and I don't give a shit,"

"You guys can do this without me," You sighed and turned into your room. Bakugo let out an annoyed sigh, followed by a lot of mumbling that you could only assume would piss you off if he said it out loud.

"Look, just because your heart got a tiny little hole in it, doesn't mean that you're not capable of helping!" Bakugo snapped, and he grabbed your shoulders to turn you towards him, "That damn idiot needs to see you, standing up, walking, and talking, or else all of this goes to shit!"

"I don't understand why I am such a crucial part to this working!" You shouted, the tears stinging your eyes, "I mean it's not like we were that close anymore, not since we started work-studies! You and Todoroki will be there, Iida will be there, everyone else will be there I don't understand why it all falls apart if I don't come!"

"Do I have to spell this shit out for you? You aren't just a friend to him, just like he isn't for you," Bakugo's tone seemed to soften, even if he was still talking at the same obnoxious volume, "Look, we both have shit that we have to say to him, things we have to confess, so get dressed and come the fuck on,"

You blinked a few times, trying to figure out how Bakugo knew about your feelings for your best friend. It wasn't something you had really shared with anyone.

"You knocked out on the battlefield, you didn't see him after we got stabbed, for a second I thought the idiot might actually rip Shigaraki's ass into pieces," Bakugo's voice was finally quieter, "Once he was on the ground, and he was looking at what we all thought was you lyin' there dead, he told you he loved you, that he was in love with you,"

"W-what?"

"That's why I am saying we need you to help us, he needs to see you okay again, and maybe then we will have a better chance to get through to him."

You nodded your head.

Before you lost consciousness after being stabbed, you told Izuku the same thing.

That you loved him.

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Everyone had been trying to talk to him, but he just kept trying to run. That was until he fell into your trap. Todoroki was the next line of defense after you, but Izuku wasn't showing any sign of moving once he saw you. He actually dropped once he spotted you on the roof. His mask had fallen off and you were finally getting a good look at his face.

"I am trying to protect you, you have to let me go," Izuku's voice cracked a little, but you shook your head and stepped towards him. He didn't run or back away, he stayed still.

"I am so.. so angry with you," You tried your best to keep your temper and your voice even, "Do you remember, a few nights before the battle even happened, when we were sitting in your dorm room?

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"I'm happy that I've had you for such a long time, you know that?" Izuku's words caught you off guard, both of you turning red, "I just, I mean, because we are best friends and-"

You looked at him, and gave a small smile, "I'm happy that I have you too, Izuku."

Neither one of you could find the right thing to say next. So instead you both just sat on his bed, and changed the subject to other little things going on. There was one difference though, your pinkies stayed right next to each other, just barely overlapping.

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"I had so much more that I wanted to say, but I was too scared to," You stepped closer, "But I'm not scared anymore, so Izuku what I really wanted to say that day, what I said to you after Shigaraki-"

"I know, at least I think I do," Izuku whispered, and you stopped, "Which is just another reason why I have to go, I have to get as far away from you as possible, so that he can't use you against me again."

"Do you really think you being gone is going to stop him from targeting the school? From targeting us?!" You finally let the tears come out, "I am so sorry that you had to see that happen to me, I should have moved faster, but if you think you know what I was going to say that day, then you know why I am not giving up until I know you're safe!"

Izuku stepped forward, and pushed your hair off of your forehead. His lips were chapped, but they still felt so soft against your skin. Both of you seemed to be stuck in time like that, his lips just barely kissing your forehead. There was a silent apology in that moment, a silent confession. Before you could reach for his hand and let him know that it was okay, and that you really did feel it too, he was gone. Todoroki's ice wall was the next thing to catch him. The next plan was in motion.

"We are with you! You don't have to face anything alone!" Tsu shouted at him and the ice began to shake. You ran to the edge of the building, and watched.

"Have you considered this might be exactly what All For One wants?!" Todoroki yelled, "He could go after UA while we are distracted here! You've worn yourself out, and you still don't have a lead on the League, so stop this!"

"Izuku you need a new plan!" You shouted, using your quirk to get up onto the ice with Todoroki so he could hear you, "We are more than ready to help you do just that!"

"If you actually want to save our school, then instead of abandoning it, come back and fight for it!" Todoroki held out an arm to protect you from slipping on the ice that was still struggling to hold Izuku, even though Todoroki was forming even more to try and hold him, "Let's stand together and protect UA!"

'"You can't be near me!" Izuku struggled against the ice.'"You can't be near me!" Izuku struggled against the ice.

"You don't get to make that decision for us!" You yelled, grabbing Todoroki's arm to steady yourself, "Izuku please!"

"You could all die! This is a fight that is destined to take place, between One for All and All for One, the rest of you can't keep up!" Izuku finally broke out of the ice, and Todoroki got you two off of the ice. You looked at him defeated but he gave you a firm nod and got ready for the next phase.

Bakugo was helping Iida get to him. Kaminari placed a firm hand on your shoulder. He was trying to reassure you, silently, as you all cheered for Iida. You flinched forward a little bit, your heart still too exhausted to be doing all of this. Sero and Kaminari both helped you back down onto the ground, where Kirishima was trying to catch them.

"Stop trying to run away from us," You stepped away from the other two boys, walking towards Izuku more, "Don't you get it? We aren't giving up on you, we all agree it is time for you to come back,"

"I wish I could, but I.. I am too scared, there are a lot of people that me coming back could cause trouble for," Izuku's voice was cracking. You grabbed Bakugo's shoulder.

"Do it." You whispered.

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"When you said that you have things you needed to confess to him, do I have some competition to worry about?" You opened the door, and Bakugo scoffed before he shook his head.

"No, dumbass, I just owe the idiot an apology," He mumbled, his eyes avoiding your own wide ones, "I owe you one too, but you're going to have to wait,"

"Awe Kacchan, I always knew you were still our friiieennnddd." You teased, trying to lighten both of your moods. The three of you grew up together, and although Bakugo didn't shove you as far away as he did Izuku.. He still distanced himself enough from you.

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The crowd reacted the way you had all expected them too. Izuku had tried to sneak off, but you grabbed his hand. The two of you looked at one another, but he stayed silent. He squeezed your hand slightly. Uraraka was the one to try and take a stand though, floating above the crowd while she defended why he needed to be there. You only let him go when Kota broke through the crowd, running for the boy who once saved him. You stepped back, standing by Bakugo as you watched the crowd change their minds.

"You still need to tell him y'know?" Bakugo muttered, nudging you slightly, "If I could apologize to Izuku in front of our entire class, you can tell him you love him, let it be in private later, but you have to do it,"

"I will, but first he needs to rest, plus Denki was right he needs to take a damn bath."

The boys took charge of making sure that Izuku got a bath. Judging by all of the noise, you could only assume it was going well. You got out of a quick shower, and made your way back to your room. The boys were going to be there awhile, and you were sure that it wouldn't be the right time to have that conversation now. You opened your door though, and let out a scream at the fact there was already another person standing in there.

"I'M SORRY KACCHAN MADE ME COME UP HERE AND WAIT I THOUGHT YOU KNEW!" Izuku's hands frantically waved around as he rushed forward to apologize.

"That idiot really needs to understand that it was more than just a tiny hole," You mumbled, rubbing your chest, "Zuku stop saying you're sorry, it is okay, I just wasn't expecting you, I thought you were still in the bath,"

"Some of the guys still are," Izuku's eyes were focused on where the scar was just barely showing out of your tank top. You closed your door, and grabbed his hand. You were certain he stopped breathing when you put his hand against the left side of your chest.

"It wasn't your fault that I got hurt, I was trying to help you, I knew the risk," You whispered, holding his hand against your heartbeat, "He managed to hit right beside my heart, so it wasn't punctured all the way through, but there was a lot of bleeding, the medics fixed it though,"

Izuku's eyes filled with tears again, as he stared at where his hand was resting. You only moved his hand, so you could hug him. You wrapped your arms around his torso, and pressed your face into his chest. His arms wrapped back around you, his face pressing into your hair. The two of you stood there like that, crying with each other. Taking in the fact that you were both okay, you were both alive.

"I couldn't hear you that day, when you told me, it wasn't until a couple days ago when the moment replayed in my head that I realized what you said," Izuku pulled back, and pulled you back too, "I came to see you before I left, you were asleep, all hooked up to machines and out of surgery for them to fix what quirks couldn't, they said that they were just waiting for you to wake up but that they didn't know when that was going to happen.."

"I didn't until a few days after you left, then I found your note and," You trailed off before you took a deep breath, "Izuku, there is so much happening right now, and I know that everything is a little tense and scary, so maybe it isn't the right time but we both know that there is a lot we need to lay out for each other, so can we just.."

"I love you," You could barely hear him, but he said it first, "You're right, things are tense and scary, we don't know much for certain, but I know how I feel about you, and I can't let myself be scared about that anymore, but before this can be anything I.. I mean we have to defeat All for One, and I would like to do that with you by my side.."

Both of you were still crying, but you knew it wasn't just guilt or sadness anymore. They were happy tears too. You were both convinced the other was in danger, and for the first time in weeks you both felt at ease. Just standing with each other, holding onto each other. Izuku’s feelings finally out on the table. No more ‘I have so much to say’, no more beating around the bush. He loved you, in the same way you loved him. So even though you knew he was right, and it wasn’t the time or place for you both to cross that line between friends and lovers..

"I love you, so much, I have for awhile now before you had One for All, before you were this big hero with the fate of the world on his shoulders," You put your hands on his chest, "So now it’s time for you to share that burden, with me, with everybody here, because we are in this together Izuku Midoriya,”

Originally you were just going to kiss his cheek, but he grabbed your face and kissed you. Both of your cheeks were still wet with tears, but you didn’t care. His lips were still chapped, but you didn’t care. It was a quick moment, maybe not even the most romantic, but you didn’t care. His hands stayed on your face, and you both kept eye contact.

“When this is all over, I owe you a date.” Izuku whispered, and you agreed.

The two of you walked down to join everyone else in the common room. Bakugo was glaring at you, waiting for confirmation, and took it as a sign when you held up your middle finger at him discreetly. There was also the fact Izuku hadn’t let go of your hand as he talked to everyone else. After you got to scold All Might for letting Izuku do this.. You and Izuku eventually ended up falling asleep together on the couch. His head resting against your chest, instantly soothed by the sound of your heartbeat. Your hand was in his hair, still gently playing with it before you slipped into an even deeper sleep.

“Should we move them to their beds?” Kirishima looked at the two of you tangled together on the couch. Todoroki shook his head, and put a blanket over you both.

“Nah, they’re not letting each other go anytime soon.” Bakugo defended you two, and he even took it upon himself to sleep on the other couch.. Just in case of course.

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beebotea · 8 months

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☁️ ˖⁺ lonely together — geto suguru

pairing: geto x gn!reader genre: fluff, a smidge of angst word count: 1.8k cw: post hidden inventory arc, reader is referred to as “darling”, morally gray reader, slightly suggestive joke at the end (idk geto insinuates u shower tgt), geto calls non-sorcerers monkeys i.e.: “i can fix him.” nah. he's perfect as he is

“so if youre lonely, no need to show me. if youre lonely, come be lonely with me.”

“suguru!”

you called out from the bottom of the hill, staring up at the entrance to the temple you had seen pictures of in yaga’s office. a board filled with pins and red rope connecting to other pictures related to geto suguru’s disappearance.

the man dressed in monk’s clothing with cascading raven hair done into a half-do stopped and turned towards you.

you noticed how his eyes widened upon seeing you. he looked healthier since you last saw him.

“suguru! did you sleep well last night?”

“it was enough. shouldnt you be preparing for your mission?”

“suguru! i got us some snacks from the bakery on the way home! do you want to try them with me and gojo?”

“no, it’s alright. im going to take a shower and rest in my room. you two go ahead without me.”

“suguru! i havent seen you in days, come out of your room, please? i miss you. everything’s been so boring lately…”

“im a bit tired. i have a mission tomorrow morning. goodnight.”

“suguru. tell me whats wrong… you havent hugged or kissed or even looked at me in weeks.”

“i dont really want to talk about it right now. i need to go soon, y/n.”

“be safe.”

“suguru? so it’s true?”

“it is.”

“youre leaving us?”

“i have to. dont you think we, those who are gifted, deserve more than the reality we live in?”

“what?”

“i want to thank you for worrying about me all this time and trying to make me feel better. i’ll miss you, goodbye, y/n.”

you remember returning to your dorm that day in a daze, tears long dried during your walk home, pondering his last words to you. apparently he’d been a lot more harsh on satoru than with you or shoko in his parting words.

you wanted to hate him for leaving you and everyone behind as if none of it ever mattered. as if everything he’d said to you in the past few years was a lie.

it had always been the four of you. but now, more than ever, you felt alone. you, satoru, and shoko all had a void that no amount of cigarettes or alcohol could fill. nothing could make you forget how warm the world used to be. how beautifully the moon used to glow. how bright the stars used to shine. now, all you could see was the vast darkness in between.

although your time was spent with two others as often as you could make possible, you felt inexplicably lonely.

we deserve more?

for the first few months, you were convinced he’d gone crazy, lost his mind, didn’t know what he was thinking.

but the more missions you took and the more casualties you witnessed, you started to understand what he meant. jujutsu sorcerers walk on a thin sheet of ice separating them from life and death. all the work they do and all the sacrifices they make for nothing more than monetary compensation.

we must protect those who cant protect themselves, satoru had said. but who was there to protect us? you thought in rebuttal.

haibara yu was only 17 when he passed. amanai riko was 14 when she was assassinated. gojo and geto were 18 when they were hunted and barely survived.

was it really all that worth it?

you remembered walking through the next few months of your last year in high school barely responding—as if it all went by in a blur.

nanami dropping out of jujutsu high, gojo mastering his domain expansion, shoko getting into medical school, you receiving your sorcerer’s license. did any of that mean anything if you all just died soon after?

the only thing you could recall clearly from your last year was bejng called to yaga’s office and offered a job as a teacher at the school.

you remember getting a glimpse of his board, filled with intel and pictures noting geto suguru’s activities. you recognized the temple and the trees surrounding it in a picture.

it was near your childhood home in the mountains where an old religious took base.

“i’ll have to decline, principal yaga.”

“dont get me wrong, you’ll still be sent on missions, you wont be cooped up here all the time. you’re a first-grade sorcerer after all—“

“really, principal yaga. i dont want to be a teacher here.”

“y/n?” suguru didnt take his eyes off of you as you bolted up the staircase, wrapping your arms around his shocked body.

“i missed you.” you smiled at him, feeling him instinctively wrap his arms around your waist as you pulled away.

“how did you find me?”

“i have my ways.”

he let out a gentle chuckle, one that youve been wanting to hear so badly for the last 14 months. “of course you do.” he tucked a strand if hair behind your ear, reminding you of the sweet and gentle young man you fell for in the beginning of high school. he took a moment to take in your appearance. he hadn’t seen you in so long and would be lying if he said he didnt miss you as well.

“i missed you too, y/n. why are you here?”

“well—”

“if youre here to convince me to come back. its not going to work.”

“wasnt really planning to.” you shrugged.

“oh?” he raised his brow, taken aback by your response. it was almost as if a weight was taken off his shoulders. it was hard enough to push you away once, a second time would probably break him entirely.

suguru couldnt help but let out a relived sigh, showing you the smile youve been dreaming of since he left. “so if youre not here for that, then i take it youre still sooo in love with me then arent you.”

“hey! im still mad at you, dont act all normal with me just yet.” you rolled your eyes, playfully swatting him on the shoulder. in all honesty you should be a lot more upset, livid perhaps, by the way he left it all behind. leaving your life without so much as saying ‘i love you’ or even sharing a kiss in the 3 weeks before his sudden rampage driven departure. but the thing was, your mind couldnt seem to care anymore. your tears and anger had long run out the first three months. your grieving had come to an end almost a year ago and now, you couldnt help but just be happy to see him again.

“right. im sorry.” he never took his eyes off of you as he spoke. “i didnt want to leave so abruptly like that. its just— i dont think i could stay in that world and continue to be happy.”

“i don’t completely understand what happened, suguru, but i know how you feel…” he nodded at your reply and began to guide you into the building.

“i wouldnt change anything even if i went back. except, maybe wait for you to come to the same realization. but believe me when i say this, ive always loved you. it just didnt feel right to say anything when i couldnt even love myself.” he said, holding your hand as the two of you walked through the traditional temple halls.

“was it lonely?”

“a little at first. but not so much anymore. ive found a new family and now with you by my side, i think i can finally call it complete.” he smiled at you, stopping by two large doors at the end of the hallway. “i want you to meet them.”

“theyre in there?” he nodded.

two months had passed since you arrived on the doorstep of his temple. two months for you to feel at home and with purpose beside your new family. two months was all it took for you to be completely by his side at all times, not that it was difficult. sure he was a bit more cruel and less kind to non-sorcerers than he had been in the past. but really, who was to blame him?

in any case, you knew that you fell in love with how he treated you and how he made you feel. him being relentlessly kind to others back then had only been a bonus, really. you couldnt care less about how he treated those ungrateful animals anymore anyways.

“y/n-san! geto-san said he’s too busy to take us to the shopping district right now! we really wanted to buy new shoes this weekend.” mimiko pouted at you, bursting into your room without knocking, barreling straight into your arms and sending the brush out of your grasp.

“cant you two wait a little bit longer? then all four of us can go to town together.” you opened your arm to welcome nanako as she dejectedly followed behind her sister.

“y/n’s right you two,” you looked up to see suguru standing at the doorway, fondly smiling at the spectacle before him. “i have maybe three more clients, a shower, and then i can take us all there, alright?”

the girls perked up at his voice, cheering and running over to him.

he took a step back from the running children and held his hands up to stop their advances. “no, no, dont get too close. i still have the monkey smell on me. i cant get you two dirty, now can i?” he looked back up to where you were sitting at the vanity. “y/n, dear.”

“yes, suguru?”

“would you like to help me with my last few clients? its awfully boring without you, you know.”

“do i have to?”

“well, if youre there then i mught be able to finish even earlier than expected and we’ll get to leave sooner too. right girls?” he winked at mimiko and nanako.

they excitedly nodded and begged for you to go with him. “yeah! please, y/n-san! we’ll be good while you’re helping out!”

“alright, alright, fine. i’ll go. but no playing on my phone alright? i bought you two plenty of nice books the last time we went out.”

“we promise!” they pushed you out of your own room and towards geto before slamming the door behind you.

suguru let out a soft chuckle as you walked towards his extended arm and linked your arm with his.

“hmph. using the girls against me. you play so dirty, suguru.”

“well how else would i get what i want darling? and besides, that just means you’ll have to rid of the monkey smell by taking a shower with me.”

“perv.”

the world you lived in had started to feel lonely. those worthy of suguru’s new world were few and far between compared to the vast population of animals surrounding you. but right now, your heart feels full. even if the world outside your paradise is bleak and lonely, the least it could do was to let you stay with your perfect family and be lonely together.

a/n: yeah best reality is when geto is happy and gojo is happy and everyone is happy because no one turned evil… but if evil why pretty? our boy can do no wrong!!

#beebotea*✲ﾟ*｡⋆ writes #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu geto #jjk x reader #suguru geto #jjk season 2 #geto suguru #jujustsu kaisen x reader #jjk #jjk geto #geto x reader #getou suguru x reader

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bridgyrose · 2 months

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Team RWBY visits Blake’s house in Menagarie. Blake tries to keep them out of her old unchanged room so Ruby doesn’t discover that Blake used to be a lot like her, feeling afraid of seeing a look of pity on Ruby’s face

“And this is my parent’s place,” Blake said with a smile as she walked to her parent’s home in the middle of Kuo Kuana. It was different to come back here with her friends after being away for so long and finally making amends with her parents, but it was a promise she made to her folks that she’d let them meet the people who helped her realize what was truly important. And truthfully, she did want her friends to meet her parents too. “Please behave.”

Weiss nearly scoffed at that. “We know how to behave.”

“I know, but… I… I havent seen my parents in a few years and I’m worried about messing things up.”

“You dont have anything to worry about,” Yang said as she put her arm around Blake. “I promise, we’ll all be on our best behavior while you show us around and we meet your parents.”

Blake smiled a bit as she relaxed, looking over her teammates before knocking on the door. Her heart pounded in her chest as she waited for the heavy door to open, wanting to make sure she was invited in before walking in with her friends. She let out the breath she held as the door opened, nearly freezing as she felt her mother pull her into a hug.

Kali smiled as she squeezed Blake tightly. “Ten years is a long time, dont you think?”

“I didnt think I would be welcomed back.” Blake pulled herself away from her mother and relaxed a bit, motioning to her friends. “And these are my teammates: Ruby, Yang, and Weiss.”

Kali smiled as she looked at each of them. “Its nice to meet you all. Now, why dont we go inside and have some tea?”

Blake nodded and motioned her team to follow her and her mother inside, still nervous about being home again, though everything about her old home was still familiar to her even after all these years. The kitchen to the left, living quarters to the right, and straight ahead were her father’s office and the main room of the house. Even the hired servants that helped around the house were still familiar to her.

“This place is a bit bigger than I thought it’d be,” Ruby said quietly as she slowed her pace, looking around. “And a lot… fancier.”

“Why dont you show your friends around?” Kali said as she turned to go to the kitchen. “I’ll make sure there’s enough tea for everyone while we wait for your father to get back from his meeting.”

“Sure.” Blake hugged her mother before relaxing and smiling at her teammates. “I’m sure I remember enough here to give a bit of a tour.”

“Maybe we could start with the library,” Weiss suggested. “I’d love to learn a bit more about the culture here.”

Yang nodded. “And maybe we could see your old room. Learn a bit more about what a younger you was like.”

Blake froze for a moment at the thought of visiting her old room, still unchanged over the years of her absence. The White Fang flags over the years as the group went from peaceful protestors to terrorist organization, all of her old hate for humans and the way they treated her people, everything about the person she used to be that she tried to move past, still on the walls of her old room. “L-lets start with the library and then I can show you the courtyard. My mom has a wonderful garden that we can relax in for a little while.”

“That sounds like a great time,” Ruby said with a smile. “It was a long trip and a bit of rest will do us some good.”

“Well, you have a point,” Weiss agreed.

“Great!” Blake smiled a bit and started to bring her team to the library, eyeing the hallway to her room for a moment as they walked past, still dreading bringing any of them, especially Ruby, around to it. The last thing she wanted was to see the look of pity that her teammate, her leader, the woman she looked up to and loved, would give her for how she used to be. Sure, it wasnt a secret about how she’d been before, but it was different to see it plastered on the walls. Still, she had time to remove all of that later, for now, she wanted to spend time with her team and family. She relaxed as she entered the library, giving a smile to her team. “This is our library. Most of the books are still ones you can find in other kingdoms, like maps and fairytales, books on grimm, and other stories, but we do have some faunus legends and other records of Menagerie that most people never had.”

Weiss smiled and made her way to the nearest bookshelf, pulling a few books off the shelf to read. “I’ll be here for a bit if you guys want to go to the courtyard.”

“I’m sure Mrs. Belladonna will grab us when tea’s ready,” Yang said as she pulled a book off the shelf. “So I’ll stay here with Weiss.”

Blake nodded and looked at Ruby. “Then, would you like to join me?”

“Of course,” Ruby replied.

Blake smiled and took Ruby’s hand to take her to the courtyard, making her way slowly to the outside with a small blush across her cheeks. Being alone with Ruby had come a little sooner than expected, it was a plan of hers once they had been able to rest, but she wasnt going to complain about this sudden stroke of luck either. Afterall, Yang had mentioned it was fine to date her and Ruby at the same time, so it wasnt like she was going to be alone in trying to plan all of this out. As the fresh air hit her face, she relaxed a bit and pulled Ruby to a bench. A breath of fresh air was just what she needed to calm her nerves.

“This is the courtyard,” Blake said as she sat down. “Its changed a lot since I was here last, but mom started to get into gardening once we were able to settle down here once dad was elected chieftain.”

“It looks beautiful.”

Blake smiled as she watched Ruby make her way around the flowers, seeing the smile on her face. A smile that, while it wasnt rare, never did cease to surprise her with how childlike she could be. Almost as if her inner child seemed to call the shots any time she came around anything she enjoyed.

“I was told I would find you two here,” Kali said as she entered the courtyard carrying a tray of cups and a hot tea kettle. “Where’s the rest of your friends?”

“In the library, “ Blake answered. “They wanted to take a look through a few of your books.”

“I’ll go grab them and let them know their things are in your room.”

Blake paused for a moment. “My room?”

Kali nodded and stopped at the doorway. “Your father neglected to mention that you four didnt have a place to stay while here, so we didnt have any of the guest rooms set up. So, we had your bags moved to your room until they were ready.”

“O-oh, dont worry, I’ll make sure everyone's things get to the guest rooms!” Blake took a quick glance at Ruby, making sure she was occupied before rushing off to her room to grab her team’s packs. Of everything she had wanted to avoid, her team's things ending up in her room was certainly the least of her luck.

Blake opened the door to her room, relaxing when she saw her team’s things still there without the others having been told. All she had to do was take the bags to the guest rooms-

“I didnt expect for this to be what your room looked like.”

Blake’s ears flattened as she heard Ruby’s voice at the doorway of her room, a bit too late to try to keep her out. She watched as Ruby made her way to one of the White Fang flags on the wall, one of the old designs that had been sliced through with a knife. Though, the look of pity she was afraid of didnt come, instead, it was almost as if she was studying it. “I… I didnt want any of you to see this.”

“Why not?” Ruby asked as she walked around the room. “We know this isnt who you are anymore, so why try to hide it?”

“Its one thing to tell you about my past, but its another to actually show it.” Blake sighed and made her way over to Ruby, staring at the hate on the wall. Unsent letters of how much she hated humans littered a small section of the wall, a bitter reminder of when she was younger and in a much worse place thanks to Adam. “Its a piece of me I’m still ashamed to admit to.”

Ruby nodded and gently felt the flag above the letters, following the cuts in the fabric. “You shouldnt be. This may have been you at one time, but the rest of us know that this isnt who you are now and wont be who you’ll become in the future. Your past is just a reminder of how cruel the world can be. And while its not a fairytale, we’ve taken strides to make the world a better place. As huntresses, we help those who cant help themselves, and even though we cant fix everything, the little kindness we can do ripples out towards others and makes the changes the world needs.”

Blake smiled a bit at Ruby’s words, gently putting her hand over hers and moving it away from the flag to take it down. She held the fabric in her hands, staring at the slashes she had made when she was younger. “And maybe one day I can help bring the White Fang back down a path that’ll actually work.”

“And you’ll have the rest of us to back you up.”

Blake nodded and folded up the flag. “Lets get our things into the guest room, and then, do you think you can help me pack away some of this?”

Ruby grabbed her pack along with Yang’s. “Are you sure?”

Blake nodded and put the torn flag into a small chest under her bed. “I dont want to get rid of it, but I dont want to keep this up either. If I’m going to be here for a while, I want it to be a room I can stay in.”

Ruby smiled. “Then I’ll be glad to help you.”

#rwby #ruby rose #rwby ruby rose #weiss schnee #yang xiao long #blake belladonna #kali belladonna #drabbles

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Title: The Be-comings of Ardor

Summary: You win the Demon Kure Raian as a prize. Now its up to you to get you to acknowledge him.

Pairing: Raian x Reader

AN: To be very honest, I just wanted something to write. Based of the excerpt from here . I wanted to write a slow burn Raian x Reader but...i didnt know the plot so uhm...you get him as a demon... Also this fandom isnt as big so really 8 people could read it and id be fine.

Tags: Descriptions of violence. Slow...slow burn. Eventual smut. Multi-chaptered. Nothing too crazy. I havent decided if I wanted to get any crazier lol. Honestly this is just an excuse to learn how to write descriptively so please bare with me.

You are drenched when you are told about your prize . You don't have time to dwell on past lives sticking and caving into your skin. Becoming an uninvited home in your nails. Teeth aching from the minute grinding of bone. Gums stained sticky with blood that isn't yours. Acrid air pours through your lashes as you try to blink through the chaos staining the marrow of your skull. There is an in-depth ignorance when you stand on your enemies. Your hunger docile only by the swaths of meat you have taken. Pealing and rotting underneath your tongue. You can taste their rage and despair. It feels like condemnation.

The Kure family is filled with demons. Gifting you a malevolent spirit for your victorious slaughter is an inconsequential choice. An ancestor long since passed. Has been alive since the world had begun to form. You do not dwell much on it. Empty... Distant and unsure of who you are at the present. Wondering if the sands at your feet have packed your soul away too.

They tell you with unsteady hands and sympathetic looks that "no one has ever been able to handle him properly." Glee tugs at simpered lips when they whisper that you will surely die if you cannot handle it.

It. Primordial. Eldritch almost in nature. The demon has ruthlessly taken countless. Sharpening its tongue with hollowed bones for the sake of good weather. They produce photos of him. The clans black eyes shimmer with thoughts of humiliation and desire to ruin when they show you their past relative. He's a God in their roving eyes. To finally ascend is a gift to them. You are driven by an instinctual tug to move when you do see the creature. He was a beast even in his former life. Hulking mass with a propensity to maim and kill.

Contempt licks up the path of your skin at the thought of fearing him. You are greeted immediately with an unbecoming emotion that impales you. Greed. A snarling voice unlike your own, claws through your numbing brain. He is yours. Your honor cannot be tampered when you think about the battles you fought and won to earn him. A cruel heat scatters your skin and you think briefly that it may be possession. You shrug it off as an afterthought.

You have always known that gluttony and greed ring soundly in your blood. Now is not the time to dwell on ideas and dreams.

The grim faces of men circle you in the centerfold to perform the ritual, bringing the archaic demon. You have killed enough men to honor its terms. The air is stale with apprehension and slighted fear. You have to prove that you're worthy, even after all the lives strayed across the sand. If you are not, then your life- and the men around you, will end.

You've never been much afraid of death.

The whispers bring forth laden wind. Wet and dense, petrichor aching to dig its teeth into your skin. There is an unnatural silence once the mutters of ancient tongue cease. Crickets noises snuffed out with the unease of the earth as it waits.

Your body knows the moment he is there. The heat almost searing at the back of your neck when he stands behind you. His massive frame slicing through the permeable silence as you hear the shuffling of the men almost forgotten. Your eyes are closed and yet you can still almost taste the ephemeral life that is behind you. The age weighs heavy on your bones. Ancient. Like they said. Inhuman in a way that makes you think that your future is just to be leftovers for him. His frame claws at you. Shadows peeling across your skin, scalding and feverish, beckoning you to turn around.

You are not one to back down from a challenge.

He takes the form of a human. Flinty, barely holding his power into the meat suit he prostrates himself in. He's the biggest thing you have ever seen in your life. Muscles fight for space, veins bulge and quake proudly. His strength carries him as he strides towards you in slow, decadents steps. Hulking in mass. He is a monster. Teeth sharpened with sharpened glee. Lips spread too wide for it to be comfortable. Skin peeling on the corners, blood tunneling to the front. There is madness in the poisoned whites of his eyes. Black ink devouring you, crumbling your resolve when you look at him. They're like nothing you've ever seen before. Archaic, unnatural- predatory when he accesses you. An ancestral look you know all too well, the look of suddenly finding prey. Gravity finds a way into the black holes that suffocates his gaze. It makes your knees tremble. You are not ready to discuss why it is not fear that echoes and tracks the shivers in your hands.

He is so close that you smell him. Ashen and bloodied earth clog your senses and you have to quickly blink away the tears from the strength of it. It mellows your brain, cleaning the abject cobwebs littered across.

You're distracted enough that you cant run from the grip he has on your wrist. Pinching and crunching the already bruised flesh, you know he is assessing you. His stare burning and muted, you feel like an insect.

His manic gaze suddenly cools, air becoming increasingly stale and scarce. He lets go off your wrist, throws it more like, and begins to walk toward the people you had briefly forgotten existed.

"Raian, we are so glad that-" There is a choked and horrid crack as you hear the mans body falls listlessly to the ground.

"Shut up and find me something to eat before I decide its going to be you." There is a stalled millisecond of silence before the group shuffles away with their ancestor in front.

The one who never looks back at you again.

Your so called prize no longer even acknowledges you.

The ache of death and fear permeates your bones. Muted until now, it is time for you to go home. A small smile cracking the edge of your lips.

#raian x reader #kengan ashura #kengan omega #kure raian #raian kure #thithesandofferings

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