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affinity - part 1

ellie williams x fem!reader

themes: angst, pining, best friends, unrequited love

summary: after being in love with your best friend for years, one drunken night changes everything.

a/n: this was torture to write. apologies in advanced.

word count: 3,689

1/3

“god, i’d give up my left leg to eat right now. i’m starving.” you groan out, the rumbling in your stomach erupting on cue.

ellie lets out a laugh, “you finished your sandwich already?” she packs her backpack with perishable canned foods, flinging it over her shoulder.

“hey, i didn’t have breakfast before i left this morning,” you defend, your eyes scanning the empty shelves of the abandoned food mart. not much, as usual. “the sandwich was tempting me.”

your best friend shakes her head, “what do i always tell you? ya gotta eat, you stubborn girl. we’re out here— running and fighting for our lives—6 to 8 hours everyday.”

“sorry, mother, won’t do it again,” you stick your tongue out to her, earning a glare from the green-eyed girl.

“c’mon, let’s get outta here and call it a day.” she says opening the front door, waiting for you. you nod and tuck the gun in the waistband of your jeans, walking towards the entrance. your untied shoelaces cause you to trip over your own feet, and you prepare yourself to face-pan on the floor, looking like a complete fool. but the moment never comes, as you feel strong arms catch you mid-fall.

you look up, making eye contact with those jade-green orbs you fell in love with all those years ago. she looks back at you, searching your face for any sign of injury. clearing your throat, you get back on your feet, trying to ignore the butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

“sorry. you know me, such a clutz,” you sputter out nervously, laughing to ease the tension as you both walk toward the two horses. “nah, no worries. but i do think you purposely leave your shoes untied just so i can catch you.”

“you wish, williams.” you retort, a false sense of confidence in your tone. hoisting yourself up on your horse, sunshine, you tug on the leads to begin the journey back to town.

ellie appears next to you, shimmer strolling alongside sunshine, looking breathtaking in the setting sun of wyoming. your heart flutters, and for a brief second, you think you’re having a heart attack. you would think after being best friends with ellie williams for five years that you would get used to seeing her face everyday, but that wasn’t the case for you at all.

it began slow, when you noticed the way your heart would pick up when she smiled at you or when you found yourself thinking of dumb puns just so you could hear her laugh. but you knew it was over for you when you found it hard to breathe after she accidentally kissed you after having one too many beers that she sacked from joel when you were both 15. it led you right to this moment, with a 5-year long crush and unrequited feelings for your oblivious best friend.

i mean, who could blame you? ellie williams was to die for. she was strong, brave, outgoing, charming, witty, protective, intelligent, and — well, it’d take you forever to list off everything amazing about her. there was about a handful of girls in town that feel the same way you do about ellie, and you were just lucky to bear witness to the numerous flings that ellie had with them, sarcasm included. fortunately for you, they never usually ended up in anything serious, as ellie was never really interested in being anything more than ‘special friends’, if you could catch her drift.

as for you, you never really attempted to look for anything with anyone else. anyone who showed any interest in you, which was not many people, faced rejection. it was sad enough to admit, but you were okay just being ellie’s best friend, even if it meant seeing her with other girls.

“i’m serious,” ellie chuckles, “you’re always eating shit and falling over, dude.” she shakes her head, “how did maria even approve you for patrol?”

“hey! i’ll have you know that she’s very impressed with my artillery skills,” you retort, earning an eye roll from your best friend.

“whatever, man, whatever helps you sleep at night,” she laughs, “speaking of maria, heard she’s having that party tonight?”

you hum in agreeance, admiring the setting sun glowing lavender and magenta on the white snow. “you gonna go?”

“hmm, maybe. dina and i were thinking about making an appearance— to gossip and drink, that typ’a stuff,” you respond, looking over at the auburn-haired girl. ellie was silent for a moment, seeming deep in thought.

“i think i’m gonna go with cat.”

your heart fell to your stomach. cat was ellie’s latest fling. they’ve been talking and messing around for almost a month, and by now, ellie would’ve quit whatever situation she had going on with her, but she didn’t.

“oh. really?”

“yeah. i like being around her, she’s cool and funny and gorgeous and she listens to cool music and— and i think you’d really like her, you both would get along.” ellie dotes, eyes all sparkly. yeah, i’d highly doubt we’d get along, but i’d certainly try for you though, els. you blink back tears, wiping your eyes with the back of your sleeve, pretending to brush dirt off your face.

this was the only thing you despised about being her best friend. she confided in you for everything, especially about the girls she was with. your heart cracked a bit everytime, which always ended up with you laying in bed at four in the morning, crying because of the girl you loved, but couldn’t have.

you stayed silent, too silent. your brain worked quickly to think of something to say before ellie suspected anything out of the ordinary.

“i bet.” you murmured, relieved by the sight of the gates appearing in the far distance. you wanted nothing more than to run back home and scream into your pillow. god, this whole one-sided crush thing was pathetic.

“i just— she’s different, you know? we talk for hours and hours and it’s never weird or anything, dude.” ellie rambles, and for once in your life, you wanted her to shut up, but you couldn’t bear to say that to her. “i think i’m gonna ask her to be my girlfriend — tonight, at the party.”

air caught up in your trachea, absolutely stunned by her statement.

“what happened to her ‘just being a fling?’” you cleared your throat, trying to hide the tears building up. you wanted nothing more than for a hole to open up in the ground so it can swallow you up in a black darkness — along with sunshine, so you had a companion.

“man, fuck that,” she scoffs, “cat is just..something else.”

you feel tears about to spill from your eyes, “well, congratulations, els. i am so happy for you.”

the worst thing about this whole thing was you were truly happy for her — well you tried your hardest to be. being a good friend meant supporting and being happy for the people you love, no matter what your feelings were.

you knew you were about to burst into tears, so you made a break for it, clicking your tongue and signaling sunshine to sprint towards the gates. you could hear ellie yelling behind you, but you didn’t care, you just wanted to be alone.

the guards opened the gates, allowing you in as sunshine began to slow down to a steady gallop, ellie following shortly behind. with a swiftness, you got off of sunshine and handed her lead to one of the stable boys, muttering a quick ‘thank you’ before quickly stalking off towards your home. your thoughts of wanting to be buried under the thick covers to cry for hours were interrupted as a firm hand grabbed your arm.

“hey!” ellie snapped, looking annoyed as you turned around, “what the fuck was that? you ditched me back there.”

you chewed on your bottom lip, trying to conjure up a dumb excuse. “sorry, i- uh- really needed to use the bathroom,” your hand rubbed your stomach, “don’t think the sandwich is sitting well.”

ellie narrows her eyes, and for a second you think she doesn’t believe you, but that disappears once her nose scrunches up and she laughs, “ewww,” she cringes, “go on then.”

you give a weak smile and turn around to continue your trek. maybe you could’ve handled that better. you did leave her alone, even if it was for second, but ellie would’ve never done that to you. letting out a groan, you rub your forehead, “ugh, i’m so stupid.” you whisper to yourself.

feeling guilty, you stop and turn to apologize to ellie for running off, but your heart breaks into two at what you see — ellie pressing cat up against the stables, her lips busy against hers, and you wished you never turned around at all.

“dinaaaaaaaaaaa, i need another one pleaseee,” you drag out your words, slamming the glass against the table. the brunette sighed, taking your glass away from you.

“i don’t think you should be having another one.” dina suggests, and while the sober version of you would’ve agreed, the intoxicated version of you protested.

“no! i need it, deens,” you whine out, “please. m’going through heartbreak right now.” you pout, and point to your boob, totally missing the place where your heart should be. dina rolls her eyes, eventually giving in and pouring you your fourth glass of whiskey.

your eyes light up, taking the glass and lifting it up, “cheeeeeers!!” you hurrah, before downing the glass in one gulp and slamming it down again.

dina sighs, glancing at jesse, who was almost..startled? he was mostly shocked at how many glasses of whiskey you were able to run through your system in a span of an hour and a half.

two hours before you arrived to maria’s party, after getting ready, you made a plan. a terrible, horrible plan, but it was a plan that you thought would be best — for everybody.

after spending most of the afternoon after patrol feeling sorry for yourself and crying for three hours, you wiped your tears and decided enough was enough, you had to get over these stupid feelings you had for ellie. you didn’t want to sabotage her new relationship with cat, so you thought it’d be a good idea to distance yourself from her instead.

it was unbearable for you to be around her already, without having the temptation to kiss her everytime you looked at her.

but seeing her with a girlfriend? you’d rather throw yourselves to a horde of runners for them to snack on like a delicious jumbo pack of beef jerky.

after creating your little plan, you dressed in your best and did your hair, and decided to add a little cherry on top of your plan by forgetting any and all feelings about ellie williams by getting absolutely shit-faced with hard liquor — your new bff.

two hours later, here you were, begging dina for a fifth glass. “pleeeeeeaaasseee, i’ll- i’ll- i’ll do your laundry for a month!” you bargained.

“as tempting as that sounds, no! you’re gonna puke your guts out in the morning— you’ll be thanking me for not giving you another drink,” she says, twisting the cap on the glass bottle, earning a pout from you.

“dina, i’ll do anything! i just- i just- wanna forget all about ellie,” you sigh, looking across the bar at cat, who’s sitting alone, possibly waiting for ellie to arrive. tears prick the corner of your eyes, and you look away, putting your face in your hands, “this hurts so bad.”

not even liquor can make you forget about ellie williams and how her name was permanently etched onto your heart for infinity.

dina scootches her chair next to you, pulling you into a side hug, and you weep into her shirt. she glances at jesse, and all they could feel for you was sympathy, knowing well how strongly you felt about ellie. it was clear to everyone, but ellie, how much you loved her. everyone advised you to tell just ‘tell her how you felt’ and you never listened to them, always saying it’d make your friendship too complicated.

but a part of you right now felt like you should’ve listened, feeling dejected by the thought of missing the only opportunity you had to be with her.

“i’m gonna go see if i can get maria to make her something to eat,” dina says standing up to step away towards the bar, “make sure she doesn’t have any more drinks.”

jesse’s eyes widen as he realizes he’s now left to babysit you.

dina leans on the barside tables, “maria!”

the older lady turns around as she pours a drink and sets it on the table for one of the customers to take, “hey, dina,” she greets, throwing a towel over her shoulder, “what can i get ‘ya?”

“just a water and a little something to eat,” dina orders.

“sure thing. we could whip up a quick sandwich or we also have peanuts or chips in the back, take your pick.”

the brunette thinks for a second, “uhh, just give me whatever’s convenient. it’s not for me anyways, it’s for her,” dina nods towards you, her eyes widening as she sees you chugging the brown liquor from the glass bottle, with jesse attempting to pry the bottle from your hands. maria laughs and shakes her head.

“what’s her deal tonight?”

“uh, heartbreak,” dina mutters, rubbing the back of her neck, “ellie told her she was gonna ask cat to be her girlfriend tonight when they were out during patrol.”

the older woman sighs, looking down and grabbing the towel from her shoulder to wipe the sticky table. “they both have to fess up already, or else they’re both gonna lose each other.”

dina’s brows furrow, “what do you mean?”

“yeah, sure, everyone knows she loves ellie. anyone can see it,” maria pauses, “but if you focus hard enough on those two, you can see that ellie is just as head over heels for her, if not more. hell, i don’t even think she’s realized it herself.” maria bends down and opens a small fridge, taking out a wrapped sandwich.

“you think so?”

“i know so.” maria puts a cup of ice water on the table alongside the wrapped sandwich, before taking the next customers order.

with the glass of water and sandwich in hand, dina returns back to the table, greeted by the sight of you and jesse fighting over the liquor bottle.

“i will put my fist up your butt if you don’t give me that back!” you shout as jesse’s grip doesn’t budge from the shiny bottle.

“you’ve had enough, you little monster!” jesse yells as he gives another hard yank to the bottle, breaking it from your grip. dina lets out a laugh, before she sits down next to you, pulling you down with her so you can take a seat, but you trip over and nearly miss the chair entirely.

“whoops,” you giggle, completely plastered.

steadying yourself and sitting on the hardwood chair, dina holds the glass of water up towards your lips, “drink up.”

you take a sip of water, and cower at the bland taste, “heeeyy, this isn’t whiskeeee,” you whine.

“you need it, so you don’t wake up all sick and stuff,” dina says, attempting to persuade you to drink more water and sway you away from any ideas of sipping on alcohol again.

“no, i don- i don’t need that,” you garble, “what i do need is- is- is ellie.”

at the mention of ellie’s name again, you break out into tears. this was the night that jesse and dina realized you were an extremely, emotional drunk.

“okay, that’s it,” jesse says standing up, “we’re taking you home.”

you gasp, “no! i promise no more drinks!” you attempt to hold onto the table, but to no avail, jesse easily gets you on your feet and holds you steady on your left side.

“c’mon, dina, take her other side.” dina goes to your right and puts her arm around your waist, making sure you have no chances of slipping out of her grip.

“pleeeeaaassseee, don’ let them take me away!!” you shout to the bystanders as jesse and dina drag you away from the event and towards the doors of the bar, gaining some stares and laughs from the other partygoers.

as the cold, winter night air hits you in the face, the three of you are greeted by the person you wanted so badly to forget about tonight.

“uh, hey, guys,” the green-eyed girl greets, “leaving already?”

jesse and dina look at each other nervously, with you still in their hold. “yup, someone partied too hard.” jesse says, laughing a little bit too awkwardly.

ellie takes you in, glancing at your inebriated state; eyes all hazy and glossed over, letting out little giggles here and there, and can barely stand on their own two feet.

“so, if you don’t mind, we’ll be taking her home,” dina clears her throat, “jesse get her keys.” jesse quickly lets go of you, sending you stumbling over to the side, bringing dina along with you.

ellie rushes over to your side and snakes her arm around your waist, holding you close to her body. butterflies erupted in your stomach once again. even in your extremely drunken condition, your body knew how to respond when ellie was around.

jesse pats your pockets, and doesn’t feel anything, “nothing, she doesn’t have her keys.”

“hehe, i think i forgot them. dunno where they are,” you giggle, feeling all warm and drowsy all of a sudden, and your head leans over to the side, coincidentally on ellie’s shoulder.

“shit. how the fuck do we get her home and in bed then?” dina sighs out.

“i’ll take her back to mine and let her sleep over.” ellie decides without a second thought, taking your arm and putting it over her shoulder.

dina’s hesitant, “you sure? you just got here.”

“of course. don’t want her getting hurt or ending up god knows where,” ellie lets out a laugh, “just do me a favor and tell cat i’ll make it up to her tomorrow.”

the pair both nod and head back in the bar, whereas you were too busy looking at ellie’s face and how all her features looked perfect in the soft glow of the lights shining through the windows from the bar.

“you have greeeen eyes,” you comment, your eyes in total awe as ellie guides you back to her shed.

“yup, i do,” ellie laughs, amused by your drunk comments.

“my best friend has greeeen eyes,” you slurred out, “you kin’a look like her.”

“yeah?”

“mmmhhhmmm, her- her name is ellie and she’s the best,” you smile at the thought of ellie, completely unbeknownst that she was the one holding onto you, “i-i love her.”

“i’m sure ellie loves you too,” ellie assures. you shake your head.

“nuh uh, she doesn’t,” you counter, “ellie loves me. i love love ellie.”

the girl laughs, “what? love love? what does that mean?”

“i’m in looooove with ellie, dumb dumb.”

ellie stops in her tracks, causing you to retract and fall back, sending her on top of you. ellie was astounded, barely registering the fact that you’re both on the snow.

“what?” maybe ellie heard incorrectly. you were drunk and babbling nonsense, but she still had to make sure.

“i,” you point to yourself, “am in love with ellie williams.” you manage to let out clearly, wincing from the melted snow seeping into your clothes. ellie gets up on her feet and pulls you up, brushing the snow off your clothes and hair.

“you’re just- you’re just drunk.” ellie tries to find some explanation to all of this, and that was the most rational one she could think of. she secures her arm onto you again, continuing the short walk to her place.

“nope, nope, nope,” you shake your head, “i have been in loveee with ellie for— one, two, three, four, five— five years!” you count your fingers. “but, she doesn’t love me back.”

you begin to cry again, nestling your face into her chest. still unaware you were with ellie, the very person you were crying over, “she told me she was gonna- she was gonna-” you pause to wipe your tears, “she was gonna ask cat to be her girlfriend.”

ellie’s heart tore at the sight of one of the most important people in her life crying, and it was all because of her. she didn’t know what to think, she wanted to believe that you were saying all this stuff because you were drunk, but a part of her doesn’t believe it — a drunk man’s words is a sober man’s thoughts.

rumaging in her pockets, she took her key out as you both neared her shed. her arm still secured around your waist, ellie unlocked her door and hauled you over her bed, pulling the blankets back, and sitting you down on the sheets.

ellie’s mind was running a mile a minute, thinking about your confession minutes prior, but she was still intent on taking care of you. she bent down to untie your shoes and tie your hair out of your face, ensuring you’d be more comfortable sleeping this way.

pouring some extra water she had in a cup, she brings it towards your lips, “open.” you obey her command and part your lips, taking small sips of water, your eyes having difficulty staying open as you began to feel sleepy.

ellie placed the cup on the nightstand and she gently laid you back in her bed, pulling a blanket over you. before she knew it, you were out like a light, gentle snores coming from your mouth.

ellie let out a heavy sigh and sat down on her couch, unable to shake the events that took place tonight — any ides of making cat her girlfriend fading further and further away from her mind.

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joels-shitty-puns · 5 months

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Jingle My Bells

Pairing: Dieter Bravo x Reader

Summary: You and Dieter surprise each other with Christmas presents, and then earn your places on the naughty list.

Word Count: 2K

Warnings: 18+ ONLY!! (MDNI). Smut. P in V sex (protected). 69 (oral m and f). Face sitting. Kissing. Cussing. Terribly dirty holiday puns. Food mentions. Descriptions of genitals and arousal. Mentions of Christmas, but not religion.

Other: Reader is AFAB, but few descriptions otherwise. Established relationship. Celebrating Christmas.

Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house, Dieter was stirring, ready to tear off your blouse…

“Dieter! For fuck’s sake. Let me just finish these cookies for tomorrow and you can have my undivided attention,” you turned your head from the mixing bowl to kiss him. He hummed, practically a whine, as he pinched you on the ass.

“Did you finish decorating the tree?” you asked, trying to give him an activity.

“Yes…” he sucked on your neck.

“Did you use all the glass Christmas balls?”

“Mmmm, baby, I got all the Christmas balls you need right here,” he thrusted his hips against your behind. “They're gonna be blue pretty soon though..”

“Dieter!” You giggled. “Get outta here. Are the lights up?”

“Yes,” he growled, nibbling your ear. “But there's something else that’s up, too.”

“Yes, yes, I get it. You’re horny. But we have things to do before tomorrow.”

“You're the only thing I wanna do before tomorrow... Everyone else can stay home,” he kissed your shoulder, hands scooping around the cheeks of your ass.

“These will be ready in maybe 30 minutes. Why don't you go watch the Grinch or something?” You kissed his nose.

“Well I do love that green curmudgeon and his heart. But I've got something else growing 3x its normal size,” he winked.

“DIETER!!! Don't ruin the Grinch for me. Now keep it up and I won't give you any attention later. You'll have to take matters into your own hands.”

He gave a dramatic gasp. “You wouldn't! Don't you wanna have sex with me?” He asked, similar to the way he asked to have sex not long after first meeting each other. Along with everyone else in the vicinity…

“Yes, I do. But I have. To get. This dooooone,” you grumbled, punctuating each part of your sentence. “Here. Lick the beater. That'll make you happy.”

“Mmmm I do love cookie dough… but the only thing I wanna lick right now is-”

“DIETER!!!” You laughed.

“Okay, okay,” he chuckled, making eye contact with you as he ran his tongue slowly up one of the metal lines of the beater, swirling it at the top where they meet. Your eyes drift to his lips. That tongue. The magic in which he knows how to use it. You sigh, deep in the memories of prior rendezvous. He smirks, deeming his beater-licking seduction as successful.

“Maybe after you finish baking, we can eat those cookies while you milk me,” he winked, scurrying out of the kitchen.

You shake your head, loading up a pan with cookie dough.

You were just finishing cleaning the dishes while the cookies baked, wondering where Dieter ended up. It was too quiet.

Walking into the living room, you found him, his usual green robe over his body, surrounding his shirtless belly and a pair of red plaid boxers. A Santa hat was slung haphazardly over his mess of curly hair.

You could see him fiddling with something above the fireplace and you walked over to see what he was doing. “Really, babe?” You laughed, noticing that he had arranged the block letters of “let it snow” to say “le tits now.”

“You're such a child, D,” you giggled and kissed him, tasting the chocolate from the cookie dough on his lips.

“Come on, that meme is hilarious, and you should have expected I'd do this when you bought these,” he smirked.

“Yeah, yeah..” you wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing him deeper. He licked the inside of your mouth, making you moan into the kiss. Kissing down your neck, he squeezed your breast with one of his hands, letting his thumb play with your nipple through your shirt. “Dieter…” you whined breathlessly, “I'm still waiting on the cookies.”

He groaned. “Fuck the cookies… I just want you.” He massaged your breast again, nipping at your chin. “Let me dick your halls,” he wiggled his eyebrows at you.

You laughed, rolling your eyes. “How many of these dirty Christmas jokes do you have? Did you buy a joke book or something?”

“These are alllll me, baby.” He smacked your ass. “And I'm just getting started.”

The oven beeped, interrupting your make-out session. “FINALLY!!!” Dieter yelled, throwing back his head.

He followed you into the kitchen and stood by as you pulled the trays out of the oven. Grabby hands reached for a cookie. “Careful, it's hot,” you warned.

“Mmmm, not as hot as you,” he bit into a cookie, chewing and huffing with his mouth open, trying to not burn his mouth.

As you scooped the last cookie onto the cooling tray, he grabbed your hand and threw the spatula on the counter. “Finally! I've been waiting all night… I have a surprise for you.”

“Do you!? Well it just so happens I have one for you as well,” you winked.

The two of you walked to your respective hiding spots before ducking away to separate bathrooms. Walking out in your red satin robe, you sat on the bed as he came out in his usual green robe, completely tied and wrapped around his body.

“Well…” he gave a come hither motion with his fingers. “Unwrap your gift, baby.”

Standing up and walking over to him, you began to untie his robe, him doing the same to yours.

“Oh. My. Gosh,” you gasped.

Dieter was laughing, the biggest grin on his face. Apparently the two of you had the same idea.

Under your satin robe, you wore a set of lingerie, Christmas themed. The bottoms had a mistletoe over the crotch, and on each nipple, a mistletoe dangled as well.

Under Dieter's robe, he wore basically just a string around his waist, with mistletoe dangling at the belt above his dick.

“Well… I guess we think alike,” you laughed, walking towards him to stroke below his mistletoe.

“You know what the rules of mistletoe are, baby..” he kissed your neck. “We can't have you ending up on the naughty list. You might end up with something rock hard in your stockings.”

“Oh don't worry. You know I'm a good girl,” you ran your palm over his cheek, still stroking his cock, now fully hard. “Let me suck your candy cane,” you ran your tongue across his lip. “Besides, according to mistletoe tradition, you've got some kissing to do too, baby,” you purred.

“Oh I intend to. Santa won't be the only one coming tonight,” he nibbled your ear, fingers swiping through your folds to gather some of your arousal before rubbing circles over your clit.

You grabbed his hand, pulling him towards the bed and having him lay on his back at the head of the bed. “69 me, baby” Dieter groaned, pulling you by your waist towards his face. “Gonna pay a visit to little saint dick?” he asked as you arranged your body to hover over him, mouth towards his cock.

“Nothing about you is little, D,” you cooed, licking him from base to tip and swirling around his slit. His hips jerked as he pulled you down over his mouth. “Sit on my face. I need to taste you better,” he pleaded.

Giving a wiggle in front of his line of sight, you sat down fully, resulting in a moan from you both, and a fresh drop of arousal directly to his lips.

“Fuuuuck, Dieter, that's so good,” you moaned, dick in your mouth as he swirled his tongue around your clit, occasionally pumping two fingers in your hole. You were getting close. Leaning in to ride his face, he pulled you down, mumbling under your cunt. “Yeah baby, ride me. Ride my face. Ride it like a sleigh,” his hips thrust, causing you to drool over his cock, mixing with a pool of precum on his balls.

“Dieter, I'm gonna-” the grinding of your hips was getting more and more sloppy.

“Come for me, baby. Come on my face.” He angled his fingers a little bit more, hitting that spot that drove you absolutely wild.

“FUCK, fuckfuckfuck, Dieter!!!!” He kept thrusting his fingers, licking your clit and sucking, occasionally removing his fingers to use his tongue. You came with a shudder, squirting on his face and losing all control as he guided your hips with his arms, still using his tongue to work you through it. “Fuck, baby, that was so good.”

You stopped grinding and crawled off his face, him quickly turning you around and kissing your lips.

You could taste yourself in his mouth. You both pulled away breathlessly. “Fuck. That was so fucking hot. You taste amazing.” He grabbed your ass cheeks, spreading them ever so slightly with a squeeze, letting the cool air graze your hole, causing you to whimper.

“Need you inside me,” you kissed him, desperate for more.

He pulled you into his lap, the head of his cock resting against your clit, causing you to hiss and unintentionally jerk your hips forward, resulting in a moan from him.

“Condom?” You ask, pointing to the night stand.

“You don't want me to fill you up? Have some cookies and milf next year?” He smirked, cocky, his tongue poking in the side of his mouth. “Maybe let it snow on your tits?” he asked, giving your breasts a squeeze and angling his head down to suck on each nipple.

“No, D,” you laughed. “Tonight I want my present wrapped.”

He laughed, rolling on the condom before gesturing to his festive penis. “Where on earth did you find a green and red one?” you laughed.

“Never underestimate my sexual prowess, baby,” he flipped you over so that he was on top.

“I wouldn't dare,” you kissed, sucking his lip and spreading your legs as he slid into you. At the feeling of him bottoming out against you, you both sighed, him giving you a second to fully adjust before he began to thrust. In and out. In. And out.

You scratched his back as he pulled your thighs up higher, hitting a deeper angle inside of you. “Treat me like your little ho, ho, ho,” you moan, nipping at his ear.

“Fuck,” he groans, panting. “You're so fucking sexy baby. Taking me so well. Fuck, just like that. Right there.” He thrust. In, out, in, out. “Fuck, squeezing me so nicely. I'm gonna cum, baby. Give me one more.”

He angled his cock towards your g-spot once again, hitting it over, and over, and over again. Your stomach was tightening and you could feel yourself getting closer, the coil ready to snap. “Come on, baby, I know you're almost there. Cum for me.” He thrust harder, hitting that spot again and reached between you to draw quick circles around your clit with the rhythm of his cock.

“There you go,” he pulled you closer, “just like that. Let it all go.” You shook, liquid pooling from your cunt, spent and feeling so, so good and warm. With a few more shaky strokes, he thrust hard into you and you felt him twitching inside as he filled the condom up. Both of you coming down from your highs, he collapsed on top of you, kissing your neck, your jaw, and your ear, before meeting your lips in a frenzy.

“Horny Holidays, baby.”

“Happy hornydays, Dieter,” you laughed.

“We need some post-sex cookies,” he growled, rolling you over above him only to smack your ass, before rolling back on top and climbing out of bed, not bothering to get dressed. You watched his cock swing and his butt jiggle as he scampered to the kitchen, coming back with a heaping plate full of cookies.

“D, that's practically all the cookies,” you laughed, taking one off the plate.

“Guess we'll have to make some more.” He winked, taking a bite. “I wouldn't mind repeating what followed, either. I'd love to really stuff your stocking,” he added with a grin.

“You're insatiable!” You smacked his arm.

“Only for my Santa baby,” he kissed, pulling you to sit on his lap while you indulged in treats.

“I love you Dieter,” you ran your hands through his curls.

“I love you too, babe,” he pulled you closer to punctuate the statement with a deep kiss, both of you sighing and pulling away to eat more cookies until you eventually both dozed off.

The end! Happy holidays 😂 let me know what you think :) reblogs are apprectiated

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scoonsalicious · 1 month

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Unwanted: Chapter 8, Unexpected - Pt. 3*

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Fem!Reader

Summary: When your FWB relationship with your best friend Bucky Barnes turns into something more, you couldn’t be happier. That is, however, until a new Avenger sets her sights on your super soldier and he inadvertently breaks your heart. You take on a mission you might not be prepared for to put some distance between the two of you and open yourself up to past traumas. Too bad the only one who can help you heal is the one person you can no longer trust.

Warnings: (For this part only; see Story Masterlist for general Warnings) Language, Bad jokes, Explicit Sexual Content Minors: GTFO; I don’t serve your kind here. (oral (m receiving), PIV), Bucky hating on himself :(

Word Count: 4k

Previously On...: Leading Jade to her new room turned a little bit awkward when she and Bucky started bonding over their shared Hydra experience. You had to put a stop to tit.

A/N: Pun most definitely intended. Here's the final part of Chapter 8! Yay-- more smut! And the answer to the long asked question of "Why has Steve been so fucking weird?" is revealed!

Thank you to all those who have been reading; if you like what you've read, likes, comments, and reblogs give me life, and I truly appreciate them, and you!

Banner By: The absolutely amazing @mrsbuckybarnes1917

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"Sorry to take you away from your tit-ilating conversation, Barnes," you giggled as he carried you inside and deposited you on your sofa. He draped his massive frame over you, peppering kisses along your jaw bone.

"Mm, someone's got jokes," he hummed as he began working open the buttons of your silk blouse. "Only one pair of tits I'm interested in, and they are right..." he undid the final button, exposing your lace bra to his hungry gaze, "here. Hello, ladies." He brought his mouth to the curve of your breasts, planting open-mouthed kisses on your heated skin. "I missed them."

You reached up to card your hands through his hair while he continued his loving attention. "Pretty sure you saw them both this morning, Buck," you laughed.

“But that was hours ago, sweetheart.” Bucky ran his tongue lazily down the valley between your breasts, taking his time to lap and suck at the flesh, his stubble tickling at your skin. "Remember the first time I saw these beauties. You had your tac-suit down around your waist, were wearing that purple bra. God, I love that bra. Couldn't get them outta my head for days after that."

"Ugh." You threw your head back against the couch pillow with a laugh. "That was right after you asked me if I slept with Steve in Latvia." You felt Bucky hesitate in his ministrations. The pause was brief, barely noticeable, but you were so attuned to each other by this point in your relationship it may as well have been a neon sign blazing at you. "Hey," you said, putting a hand on his cheek and turning him to face you, "what's up?" He avoided your gaze. "Buck," you said, more forcefully, "talk to me."

Bucky sighed and rested his head on the swell of your breasts. "'s nothing," he murmured. "Just lemme love on you like you deserve, okay?" He started running the finger of his metallic hand in circles around the clothed nipple of your right breast, the bud tightening and hardening beneath his touch.

"Stop trying to distract me, Barnes," you admonished, swatting gently at his hand. "Tell me what's going on in that pretty head of yours."

Bucky flicked his eyes up to yours, the sparkling blue reflecting back an emotion you'd never seen in them before: fear.

"Hey," you said, your voice turning serious as you sat up, taking his hands in yours as you positioned yourself to face him on the couch, "now you're freaking me out. Honesty, remember?"

Releasing one of your hands, Bucky ran his through his hair. He looked down at his feet. "I'm worried..." he mumbled, not meeting your gaze. "I'm worried if I tell you, you're gonna wanna leave me."

Your breath hitched with concern as you pulled your shoulders back, your mind wandering to all the possible worst-case scenarios of what he could possibly have to tell you that would make you want to leave him. Most of them involved Jade Carthage.

"It's Steve," Bucky said eventually, his voice so low you had to strain to hear him.

You released the breath you'd been holding. "Sweetheart," you said, climbing to your knees and pressing yourself against him, "why on Earth would you think anything having to do with Steve would make me want to leave you?"

Bucky turned to you, a look of complete devastation on his face. "Because he's in love with you, Pocket," he said, his voice so broken it hurt your heart. "He's been in love with you for years."

You couldn’t help it– you threw your head back and laughed. You weren't laughing at Bucky, or the pain he was obviously in, but the idea of Steve Rogers being in love with you, of all people, was absolutely hilarious.

"Steve is not in love with me, Buck. That's... that's ridiculous."

"'s not funny, doll," Bucky said, an adorable pout forming on his lips. "Right before I started going on missions, I told him-- I told him I thought I was fallin' for you. He told me he understood, because he'd fallen for you ages ago, but he was pretty sure he'd lost any chance he had with you after Berlin."

A memory hit you then, of the words Bucky had spoken to you that night at Gino's, when he was drunk on Asgardian liquor. "Don'tcha dare tell Stevie, though, doll," he'd said, "'cause he'd be real put out if he found out I was your fav'rite. Don't want 'im feelin' bad, but 'm not sorry. 'S not my fault, either. He had ages and he didn't do nuthin'. That's on 'im. Not on me, not on you. On 'im." And your argument in the elevator the night you'd finally gotten together: "Promise me: no matter how angry you are with me, don't sleep with Steve. You wanna fuck someone else to piss me off? ... I'll hate it, but if it's Steve, it'll fucking kill me."

You sat back on your heels. "Well, shit," you murmured, completely taken aback in shock.

"I won't get in the way of it," Bucky's voice was small, and when your eyes snapped to him, you saw his were full with unshed tears.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," you said, crawling onto him to straddle his lap and cupping his face with your hands to ensure he was looking at you. "'Get in the way of it'? James Buchanan Barnes, do you honestly think I'm going to break up with you so I can go run off and be with Steve fucking Rogers?"

Bucky rolled his eyes and scoffed at you. "Why not? He's a God damned legend, for fucks’ sake! The kind of man you deserve. You don't think I know that you're too good for me? That it's just a matter of time before you realize I'm not worth it? I’m just an executioner with all his screws loose. You and Steve make more sense than you and I ever would."

You put a hand to your chest, his words causing your heart physical pain. He had made so much progress, but to know that he still held so much self-doubt as to think that he didn't deserve you? "Bucky," you began, tears coming to your eyes as you choked out the words, "I don't want Steve. I want you. I love you. You are everything to me."

"I don't deserve you, doll. I keep waiting for you to realize I'm no good for you and--"

You put your fingers to his lips, cutting him off before he could finish. "I decide what I deserve, Buck," you told him. "I decide what's good for me, and it breaks my fucking heart that you think you're not it, that you've been carrying this around inside all this time, on your own. You are the only man I have ever loved, the only man I ever want to love. How can I make you see that?"

Bucky's arms wrapped around you and he pulled you close, tucking his head into the crook of your neck. You hugged him to you, rubbing your fingers along the back of his head.

"I do see it, sweetheart," he murmured into your skin, "in my heart, I know it. I just... I'm just so fucked up I can't always make my head believe it."

"Baby, have you talked to Dr. Raynor about this?" you asked. You knew Bucky's relationship with his court-appointed therapist was... rocky, at best, but she had done a lot of good for him in the time they'd been working together.

Bucky shook his head. "She, uh, she doesn't know about you," he admitted, embarrassed.

"Oh," you whispered. You were surprised to find that the admission hurt you. Even before becoming his girlfriend, you'd still been Bucky's best friend, and he'd never thought to mention you to his therapist?

"Hey, it's not like that," Bucky began, having read correctly into your silence. "You know everything I talk about with the doc goes in my court record, yeah? I-I couldn't stand the idea of other people reading it, reading about you, how I felt about you. Because, what if someone used it against you one day? Or came at you to hurt me? I’d never forgive myself. So I kept quiet about you. I'm sorry."

"Oh, Buck." You brushed your lips to the top of his head. "That's not something you need to be sorry for, I promise, but, baby, I'm worried about you. It scares me that you still think so little of yourself that you don't think you deserve to be loved when you deserve everything good. Promise me you'll talk to Dr. Raynor about it, please? For me?"

Bucky raised his head from your neck and rested his forehead against yours. "Yeah," he conceded, letting out a breath. "I promise. I'll talk to Raynor."

You kissed his forehead. "Thank you." You moved down to kiss his eyes. "Thank you." His nose. "Thank you." You brought your lips to his, running your tongue gently across the seam of his lips until he parted them for you, deepening the kiss.

"'m sorry I ruined our afternoon, darlin'," Bucky murmured against your lips, his voice heavy with regret. "Shouldn’t have brought it up like that." His fingers traced soft patterns along the smooth skin of your exposed sides.

"Hey, nothing's ruined," you told him. "I'm just glad you finally said something. I hate the idea of you dealing with things alone, when you don't have to." You rubbed your nose against his before trying to lighten the mood a little. "So Captain America's really in love with me, huh?" you teased.

"Pocket," Bucky growled, nipping at the soft skin at the base of your neck.

"What?" Your voice was the epitome of innocence. "It's very flattering. Going to do wonders for my ego, having two Avengers in love with me."

"I've created a monster," Bucky moaned with a laugh. "I should have never told you."

You shrugged your shoulders. "Too late now; cat's outta the bag. No offense to Cap, though-- I'm only in love with one Avenger, so his feelings are irrelevant."

Bucky gave you a teasing smirk. "That so?"

You nodded, a mischievous grin sweeping across your face. "That's right. Think Thor would ever give me a second look?"

"Oh, you've got jokes, huh?" Bucky's fingers moved from gently caressing the skin of your sides to a full on onslaught of tickling.

"Barnes," you cried through your laughter as you struggled to get away from him, "you knock that off this instant!" Bucky just held you closer to him, his fingers dancing along your skin until you were writhing in his grasp.

"You gonna take it back?" he asked, grinning as you struggled.

"Yes, yes! I take it back," you managed to get out. Bucky ceased his assault and brought his hands to rest on your hips while you caught your breath. "You do not play fair, Barnes," you chastised once you could get a full sentence out again.

Bucky's blue eyes twinkled with laughter, the sight of it such a contrast to his earlier dismay that it made your heart soar. You'd give your life in this very moment if it meant that look would never leave his eyes (though, you were pretty sure that, if you died, he’d never laugh again). "You fired the first shot, doll," he said, pressing a kiss to your nose. "Though by this point, shouldn't find it that surprising."

"I love you," you said, all traces of levity suddenly leaving your expression.

He cocked his head, eyes questioning as he took in your sudden change in demeanor. "What brought that on?"

You shrugged, your silk shirt falling back slightly off your shoulders. "Just want you to know it," you told him. "Really, really know it. Trying to be serious, for once in my fucking life." Bucky chuffed, but you went on: "I don't ever want you to doubt it, or wonder if it's real, if you deserve it. I love you. With everything I have. Everything I am." You bit your lip, and though you'd told him countless times now that you loved him, something about this particular declaration left you feeling self-conscious.

Bucky reached a hand up and brushed a strand of hair that had fallen into your face behind your ear. "Sometimes," he said, voice low and husky, "I think I dreamed you up, that you're just a figment of my imagination. I'm terrified I'm going to wake up in some Hydra base, and the last year and a half's been a dream my broken mind invented to keep me from losing my shit, because how could someone so perfect possibly be real?"

Your breath hitched as he traced his index and middle finger of his human hand along your jawline and down your neck, across your collarbone, sending you into a full-body shiver.

"I promise, it's real, Buck," you whispered. "Tell me: Does this..." you rolled your hips to press your heated core against the semi-hard length of him "feel like a dream to you?"

The rakish, smug smirk that Bucky unleashed on you then was seduction personified. "That always feels like a fucking dream, sweetheart," he drawled, pushing his own hips up against you and stealing a soft gasp from your lips. He began pressing soft kisses to your neck and chest.

"Weren't we supposed to spend this afternoon fucking?" you breathed. Bucky huffed a laugh and began nipping tiny marks into your neck.

"That was the implied, yet unspecified arrangement, yup."

"Then why are we still wearing so many fucking clothes?"

Instead of a response, you felt Bucky's hands reach up under your ass, lifting you up as he stood. You wrapped your legs around his waist and let him carry you to your bed. Letting you down with the utmost gentleness, he slid your shirt all the way off your arms before he nestled himself beside you, lips never leaving your skin.

Your hands made their way under the fabric of his tight tee, fingers running along the lines of the taut muscles of his chest. Gently scratching your nails down his skin, you elicited a low moan from Bucky's lips.

"Fuck, doll," he murmured into your lips, "do that again." You did, only slightly harder this time around, and Bucky moaned even louder.

You reached for the hem of his shirt and tugged it, needing him to sit up so you could pull it over his head. Emboldened now, you took his hands and placed them on the button of your waistband.

"Too many clothes, Barnes," you warned him. Bucky didn't need to be told again before he started unbuttoning your pants, helping you pull them down and off. He made to reach for your covered heat, but you gently pushed his hand away. "Not yet," you told him before bringing your lips to kiss him again.

While your tongues gently swept across one another, you reached down and began unbuckling his belt and unzipping his fly. Once that was done, you broke the kiss and crawled down the bed, Bucky trying to chase your lips.

"Lie back," you ordered, eyes wicked. When he complied, you reached for his waistband, pulling his pants and boxer briefs down and off his muscled legs. His raging erection sprang free from the confines of its cloth prison. You pushed his legs apart as you positioned yourself between them on your knees.

"Well, isn't this a pretty sight?" you hummed, brushing your hair back from your face. Leaning down, you licked a long, slow stripe along the underside of his cock, letting your tongue twirl around the aching red tip that was already dripping with pre-cum.

"Fuck, Pocket," Bucky moaned. You felt his hands reach for your hair, but you pulled back.

"Nuh-huh, Sergeant," you admonished with a wagging finger. "No touching. You'll get your turn." Three things happened at once in conjunction with your words: first, you noticed Bucky's pupils dilate with lust; second, a blush began to spread up his neck; and third, and perhaps most revealing of all, his cock twitched beneath your hand.

"Well, well, well," you mused, realization suddenly dawning on you, "it seems like somebody has a Sergeant kink. Good to know."

Bucky chuffed and put his vibranium arm behind his head, propping himself up so he could watch you, and rested his flesh arm across his abdomen. Bless him; you knew he'd try to keep his hands to himself, but would ultimately end up failing. "I don't know what you're talking 'bout, sweets."

You just smiled at him before returning to the task at hand, you proceeding to devour his cock as though it were your last meal, bringing him deep into your throat and hollowing out your cheeks as you sucked before pulling back off.

"So fucking heavy, Sarge," you murmured as you rolled his balls in your hands. "Bet you're getting real close, huh?" You looked up to see Bucky's eyes screwed shut as he nodded, his human hand now fisting the sheet next to him as a dark red flush spread across his cheeks. "Hey," you said, tapping him on the thigh, "eyes on me, soldier."

When his beautiful blue orbs had returned to yours, you smiled at him, then proceeded to move from your position, crawling yourself up until you were straddling him. Moving the gusset of your panties to the side, you slowly eased yourself down on him, relishing in the stretch until you were fully seated, your clit rubbing against his public bone as you leaned forward.

"Jesus," Bucky groaned when you began moving yourself up and down on his length, riding him at a slow, steady pace. "You're so fucking perfect, doll. I love you. Love you so fucking much."

With a smile you leaned back, letting your spine arch as you moved. Without warning, you felt Bucky sit up to meet you. You knew he couldn't keep his hands to himself.

"Think you can throw these in my face and expect me to keep my hands off?" he asked with a grin, pulling the cups of your lace bra down to expose your breasts. He brought his mouth to your nipple, teasing and sucking at the supple flesh as his hands found your waist. He began fucking up into you, the sensation combined with his attention to your breasts building your high.

"Oh, God. Right there, Buck," you moaned when his cock hit the right spot inside of you. "Just like that; don't stop!" You moved your hands to his back, fingernails leaving long, red marks in his skin.

"Fuck," he growled. He increased the pace and intensity of his thrusting, working himself in and out of you like a piston. "God, you feel so fucking good. So tight. I wanna stay inside you for the rest of my damned life."

"I'd let you," you gasped, your thoughts becoming hazy as the tension inside you continued to build. "Always want you inside me."

Bucky's metal hand left your hip and made its way to your clit. The sudden, cold sensation as he began rubbing tight circles across the sensitive bundle of nerves sent you over the edge, and soon you were coming undone. You could feel your inner walls clenching around Bucky's cock, squeezing and begging it for his own release.

"Fuck, you're gripping me so tight. I'm gonna--" With a guttural moan that was practically a howl, Bucky reached his own peak, sending rope after rope of cum into your waiting channel. You draped your body across him in your spent state, resting your head on his shoulder as he collapsed back onto the bed.

"Was that real enough for you?" you asked him with a smirk as you worked to catch your breath. Bucky hummed, working both hands along the line of your spine.

"Mmm, I dunno, sweets. Felt like the best kinda dream to me." You nipped playfully at his jaw. "Thank you for being so good to me."

"My pleasure," you giggled, "truly."

"My girl and her jokes," he laughed, planting a kiss to the top of your head. "How 'bout I run us a bath, get you all cleaned up?"

You turned your head to look up at him, batting your lashes. "Bubbles, too?" you asked sweetly.

Bucky rolled his eyes. "Fine, bubbles, too." You tried to suppress your snort; though he would never admit it out loud, you knew Bucky secretly loved bubble baths, possibly more than you did. A simple indulgence of the comfort he'd so long been denied.

While he was in the bathroom, running the water, his phone buzzed from the pocket of his discarded jeans.

"Baby, you got a text message," you called.

"Can you check it for me, doll?" he called back. "Got bubbles on my hands."

You laughed to yourself as you crawled to the edge of the bed, picking his jeans up from the floor and searching the pockets for his phone. You stole a quick glance at the screen.

"It's Steve," you told him as you walked his phone back to him in the bathroom. You held it out to him, but he had his hand under the tap, checking the temperature of the water.

"What's he want?" Bucky asked. You didn't know; you hadn't wanted to invade his privacy by looking at his messages, and now his phone had locked itself. "Can you read it to me? Passcode's your birthday."

You held the phone to your chest, cheeks heating with affection. "Bucky Barnes," you said softly. "That..." You had trouble putting the emotions into words. First, that he trusted you with his passcode, and second, that he'd chosen your birthday.

He turned from the tub to look at you, shit-eating grin on his face. "What?"

"That is incredibly fucking sweet, thank you." You entered the numbers into the phone and checked the message from Steve.

"Oh," you pouted, the sweetness in your chest deflating somewhat. "Steve wants you to take point on Jade's training." You stuck out your tongue. "Ew."

Bucky laughed, running a wet hand through his hair, causing it to stick up adorably in all directions. "Tell him I'll think about it and let him know," he said. "I need to discuss it with my girl first."

You smiled as you thumbed the reply back to Steve. "Thank you, Buck."

"Of course, doll." He beckoned you over. "Now come here, time to get you all cleaned up."

"Aw, but Buck," you whined as you walked over, unclasping your bra and stepping out of your panties, "I thought you liked me dirty."

Bucky paused in his removal of his boxer briefs. "You keep that kind of talk up, I have half a mind to keep you dirty."

You tapped his chest as you stepped into the blissfully warm water of the sunken tub. "Promises, promises." He quickly followed you, and you soon settled, him with his back against the wall of the tub, and you against his chest. "57038," you said to him, once you both were submerged in bubbles.

"What now?" he asked in surprise.

"My phone," you told him. "The passcode's 57038. I want you to have it."

He leaned down to kiss the side of your neck. "Thank you, sweets, but you didn't have to tell me just because I told you mine." He paused, thinking for a moment. "Why does that number sound so familiar?"

You chuckled and turned to pull on the chain that held his dog tags around his neck. Holding it out in front of him, you pointed to the last five digits of his military service number. You watched him swallow thickly as he made the realization.

"You..." he paused to clear his throat, "you use my numbers for your passcode?" You shrugged your shoulders.

"Is that too much?" you asked hesitantly, feeling suddenly shy.

"No! God, no!" Bucky wrapped his arms around you and buried his face into the crook of your shoulder. "I honestly don't know how you're even real," he murmured into your skin. "Keep thinking I'll close my eyes and you'll disappear." Reaching around, you ran your fingers through his hair.

"I'm real," you promised him, leaning back into his chest, "I'm real, this is real. And I'm not going anywhere."

He nuzzled into you, as if he could burrow into your skin in order to be closer to you. "I know I said I'd get you all cleaned up but, fuck, doll, you keep saying stuff like that..."

You wiggled around in his arms until you were facing him, legs wrapped back around his waist and arms draped around his neck; your favorite place to be. "Tub sex?" you asked, voice full of hope and excitement.

Bucky threw his head back and laughed before coming back down to kiss you. "Tub sex," he agreed with a smile.

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idk if this has been done before but Margo braiding Miles' hair? it seems basic but I feel like it would be super cute

thank you <333

Thanks for requesting! <3

No warnings except miles being a #gamer and the fact that I did not proofread this

"Come on, I could finish it in like, thirty minutes!"

"Yeah, after ripping all my hair out in the process."

Miles didn't take his eyes off of his monitor as Margo stood eagerly in the door frame, a clear makeup bag of hair supplies in her arms. The room was dim, the blinds having been shut to avoid any glare on the screen.

Miles wouldn't budge the first five times, but she'd get him today.

He sat with his knees pulled up to his chin in an old but sturdy leather swivel chair. Certainly not a traditional 'gaming chair', but he called it that.

"I'm real gentle, I promise!"

"I've seen you do your own braids,"

Miles executed a winning combo on his controller.

"and I told you I want no parts. Pun intended."

Margo pursed her lips, and thought for a moment.

"You still looking for a copy of 'Dandadan'?"

The boy paused the game, and gave her a sideways look.

"How did you know that?"

She shrugged, "Context clues. But that's not important. I can let you borrow mine--"

Miles lit up. "Really--?"

"--If you let me do your hair. Capiche?"

He paused, glancing at the sharp rat tail comb sitting in Margo's bag. Miles had blown most of his allowance for this week at Game Stop, so any new manga purchases would have to wait until Monday. Unless...

He sighed deeply, running a hand over his face.

"Fine."

Miles came to regret this decision as he sat in front of the living room couch between Margo's knees, wincing at every tug and pull.

"Is this the last section--ow!"

"Stop moving," Margo waved her wide-toothed comb around threateningly like a weapon. "You almost done, anyway. See?"

She put down the comb and grabbed a small mirror for him to look into. Save for a small tuft of un-braided hair, his entire head had been neatly cornrowed and shone with grease. There were about four total, and it had only been twenty-ish minutes or so.

After ten minutes more of pain and accusations of 'tender-headed-ness', Margo was finally done.

"You look so cute!" she chirped, clapping her hands together. "I'mma go wash my hands."

Miles rolled his shoulders and reached for the mirror to assess Margo's work. The braids tugged at his scalp as he turned his head at different angles, trying to get used to the look. His brows furrowed.

Miles' hair had stayed in more or less an afro since he could walk, with the exception of his mother's only attempt to sit him down and braid it when he was six.

...It did not go well.

The mass of hair became almost a part of his face. The cornrows made it feel like half of it was now missing. Weird stuff.

"D'you like it?" Margo asked, having emerged from the bathroom.

"It'll have to grow on me. I only did this for the free manga, remember?"

Margo's eyes widened, as if she just remembered something.

Very matter-of-factly, she said, "Oh, I lied about that."

"...What?"

Miles' face fell immediately as she knelt down and planted a kiss on his cheek.

"But you'll forgive me, right? I made you look cooler!"

Margo pulled him into a tight bear hug. He rolled his eyes.

"You might be right, but I'm gonna get you back for that. Better keep a close eye on...what's her name? Kimi?"

"Kuromi, dumbass," she picked up the comb from before and gently smacked him with it. "And don't touch my figurines. You won't walk outta my room alive."

"Count your days, man."

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sgt-morgan · 1 year

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High-Ho Silver 🛻

Summary: Joel and Ellie pick up a very interesting stray. Maybe Joel

Likes her, maybe he doesn’t.

Warnings: Violence of the cannon typical variety, death of a child, tears, but some fun stuff too.

A/N: man… I’m obsessed with this show bro.

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Joel and Ellie picked you up in the middle of nowhere, riding solo in a ford F-150 without a care in the world. At first? They didn’t trust you, but after saving their asses, and shooting a clicker in the head to save Joel it made them a bit more amiable to the company.

You were a strange ray of unwavering sunshine. Nothing seemed to kill your vibe, and when Ellie told you they had guns and food? Well shit, nothing could have been more appealing. You liked traveling with them, you liked their bickering, their reluctant ‘Lone Wolf and Cub shtick. It was refreshing. It filled a void you hadn’t known you needed refilled. By way of the weeks you spent with them you learned that yeah, Joel had a soft side. He was soft for Ellie. Puns and gun safety seeming to be the way he expressed it. He just didn’t have softness for you, and while you would like softness, it wasn’t necessary, so you let Joel be.

Joel was about as welcoming as shit in a cake. He was abrasive to say the very least, and every move you made seemed to be the wrong move. It was more than likely because he didn’t trust you around the kid, which you understood. So you made nice with Ellie, which only succeeded in possibly pissing him off more somehow, but you didn’t care. If you weren’t gonna make two friends, you’d at least make one.

“So, you know our names, but you never told me yours!” Ellie said one day, happily munching on more canned ravioli while you munched walnuts you had stripped from a tree and roasted. Tossing one at Joel every once in a while to piss him off a bit, and to subtly share. You noticed he had eaten every one that had landed in his lap, so you kept doing it, cherishing the giggles it provoked from Ellie.

“Well darling little Ellie my name is- get this- Ellie.” You gasped very dramatically and nailed Joel in the forehead with a walnut.

“No… fuck you. No way.” Ellie chuckled.

“Yeah, it really is, it’s short for something.” You shrug, eating one more walnut and dropping them in Joel’s lap to go refill your canteen in the nearby stream.

“Well? What’s it short for?” Ellie scrambles after you to the lake, and you shake your head with a laugh.

“Oh no, you’re not getting that outta me.” You giggle again, and Ellie groans, flopping to the ground. “In the mean time, my name is El and you are Ellie.” You bop her on the nose with a finger and she snaps at you playfully. “Oh no zombie lips! You biting me may have unintended consequences.” You shove her face and she falls in the river and you laugh harder.

“Quit making a racket, you’ll draw attention to us.” Joel muttered from over near the truck. You rolled your eyes and helped the kid out of the creek.

“Alright you big dick, we’ll play quiet.” You smile at Ellie with a wink, and from behind you Joel rolls his eyes.

Everyday you seemed a little further from cracking Joel’s shell. He was like a brick wall. Tall, tough, and impenetrable without a way in. So you looked for a way in. From then on you cracked jokes with the kid, shared all your supplies, you share drive time. You do your best to reach him behind that terrible wall you saw him hiding behind, but he was an impenetrable fortress. You knew why too. Ellie told you, something about a little girl named Sarah, a woman named Tess. He had lost everyone. You knew the feeling.

“So, what about you inferior Ellie? You got a family?” Ellie asked one day, Joel was supposedly ‘resting his eyes’ but the snores told you he was sleeping. You were driving closer towards Wyoming, or wherever you were headed, and the girl was making small talk. This question though, shit, this one was almost too personal. You decided to answer it anyway.

“Uh, yeah. I had a family.” You nodded. “They were… everything. My husband and I were High school sweethearts. Me and Mikey? Oh man. We won prom king and queen and everything. Then boom, outbreak, what a way to end Freshman year of college huh? We made it though, we were doing ok on our own in a cabin in the mountains. Then we’ll, then I find out, I’m pregnant in the middle of the apocalypse. Terrrrrrrible timing for one of our condoms to be faulty, but things happen.” You shrug, taking a drink from the water bottle you had mixed with a coveted pack of powdered lemonade. “So we do our best, no plan B’s no doctors, my decision might have been different had I had those, but probably not. We decide to keep the baby, but that we’re not equipped enough for that, so we go for a QZ. In the meantime? We imagine our baby as a little girl who looked like Mikey, and we make our way to the QZ. We were almost there, making good time, picking out names, it was fine. Then, we’re attacked by a clicker in an abandoned building. To attempt to save my life, Mikey shoved me back and into a splintered shelf, it was an accident. I’m skewered through, losing a lot of blood, and most likely the baby right then and there. Mikey, uh. Mikey killed the clicker, then he marched us the last two miles to the QZ. they check me, I’m good, they check Mikey and… he’d been bitten.

They shot him directly in front of me. I, uh. I got patched up, and two days later I was certain my baby was gone.”

“Oh. Wow I-“ Ellie started and you shushed her with a smile.

“It’s ok kid. I’ve made peace with it for the most part. I told you cause- if it was a girl? I guess- I guess I imagined her to be a bit like you.” You pulled over and swiped a tear while she wasn’t looking. “I gotta take a piss. Too much of a good thing and all that.” You shook your bottle at Ellie and left the truck.

You were tracking towards the woods and Ellie stared in shock. Once he was sure you were gone, Joel’s eyes opened. He looked in the back towards Ellie, who seemed stunned. “Is she gonna be okay?” Ellie blurted, staring at your back as you walked away.

“I… I don’t know. I’ll go check. You go and scope the gas station for snacks. Maybe you can find something good.” He groans and trudges towards the woods. When he finds you, you’re staring the water blankly, there were tears streaming down your face, and you were rubbing at your side, at a scar he’s never seen and he can imagine what it was. He walks up to you and you swipe at your tears rapidly and go to stand.

“I-I’m sorry I woke you. Just needed a break. Figured we would grab some gas and keep going from the-“ you were cut off by him pulling you into a tight hug, and then you sobbed. You were there for a while, just letting Joel hold you. This hadn’t happened in a while, one of these fits. He held you the whole time though, telling you you’d be ok. Stroking your hair and holding you until the sobbing slowed and you were just sitting there in Joel’s lap. “‘M sorry.” You sigh, half exhausted.

“Don’t-“ Joel sighed. “Don’t worry about it. I get it. I get it.” He helped you to your feet and wet the end of his shirt in the stream, wiped your cheeks and led you back to the van. When you saw Ellie, Joel noticed you visibly brighten, you smiled and waved. Joel was once again completely astounded by your resilience.

“Well Ellie Belly? Find anything good?” You grinned ruffling the kids hair as you helped her put her new finds in the truck, including a highly celebrated over box of tampons. He didn’t get it but it made you both happy so he let you celebrate. Then you loaded up and started driving. To Joel’s surprise? You were good again, sunshine and rainbows, as if you really hadn’t just had a mental break in the woods, he thought it was for the kids be if it but you really were ok, but the most shocking of all was the hand that lay on his thigh. It rested there without fail, and he wasn’t sure anymore if he ever wanted you to move it again. You’d been on the road for a while, comfortably listening to Hank Williams for about the 100th time, when Ellie spoke up.

“Oh wait! I found another tape!” She scrambled at her backpack and pulled out a tape and handed it to you with a grin.

“Oh Ellie, my brilliant sweet summer child. You have found a masterpiece.” You kissed the tape she handed you and popped it directly into the tape deck.

“What is that shit?” Joel muttered, turning up the volume a bit.

“Oh baby, Joel it’s the Oakridge boys.” You laughed and suddenly he was subjected to what he considered the greatest concert he could have hoped for in the apocalypse. You knew every word, and it made him grin despite himself. Leaving Louisiana, Trying to Love Two Women, Bobby Sue, Y’all Come Back Now Saloon, all of it.

“Fucking shit, if I had known you were gonna be this annoying I never would have brought it back.” She was trying to huff, but the barely suppressed giggled were not selling it for him.

“Oh my dear girl, but it’s time for the best song of all, and I think I’ll finally tell you my name.” You laughed manically, then the song started playing and Joel cackled. Ellie looked stunned

“Oh shit you broke him.” Ellie laughed and then you started singing.

“Ellie? It’s nice to meet you, my name is Elvira.

Eyes that look like heaven

Lips like cherry wine

That girl can sho nuff make my little light shine

I get a funny feelin’

Up and down my spine

Because I know that my Elvira is mine!” He grins at your joy and starts mumbling under his breath.

“Elvira! Elvira! My heart is on fire, for Elvira!

Giddy up! Ooom poppa ooom papa mow mow

Giddy up! Oom poppa ooom papa mow mow!

Hiiiigh ho silver! Away!”

It went on like this until you and Ellie passed out. Joel sat for a bit after, watching you both breathe. The peace of it filled him with glee, made him smile. He kept driving, and enjoyed the calm that accompanied knowing everyone you care about is safe, then he thought to himself. ‘Hey, maybe this found family thing ain’t half bad.’

#joel miller x reader #joel tlou #joel miller #last of us #last of us hbo #joel miller fluff #joel #joel miller fic #joel miller x oc #ellie the last of us #last of us game #pedro pascal character fanfiction #pedro pascal fandom #pedrostories #pedro pascal #Spotify

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steven9rant · 1 year

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what could’ve been — joel miller x reader

summary: in jackson, you and joel talk about how things might’ve been, had you met outside of all the mess

warnings: its just fluff. its straight fluffy drabble.

After a day that wasn't particularly long at all, that hadn't left you tired or sad, that resembled something regular—as close to it as you could come in a post-apocalyptic world, anyway—nothing mattered because, still, all that you had wanted was Joel. You wanted him next to you, filling the air with his musk of wood and leather. You wanted his hand to hold and his lips to kiss. That was all.

Hence the instant relief when you heard the creak of your front door after a quick jangle of his spare key, and the immediate apologies that he cast down the hallway, explaining that Tommy had needed a hand with cleaning up some mess at the bar.

You were glad to see him when you did, having rushed out immediately from the lounge and finding him with one boot in his palm and the other still on his foot.

At just the sight of him you were grinning like a kid with ice cream.

He was tackled into a hug before he could even return the gesture with one of his more tame smiles.

Through a light chuckle, he said, “I missed you too.”

Head sunken into the crook of his neck, you mumbled some weak response, breathing him in. He did the same, his lips pressed against the top of your skull as he could finally do more than just imagine the scent of your strawberry shampoo.

It wasn't after long that the two of you were tangled up on the couch, just talking, when a thought crossed your mind.

“Do you think we would've had a chance, were it not for all of... this?”

“If I'd known you then... I would never have let you go.” You smiled again up at him. Joel did the same, briefly pressing a kiss to your cheek before holding your face in his palms. “Just like now.”

Through your nose, you exhaled slowly, contently.

“I wish it didn't have to be like this,” you uttered, “I wish I could take you places.”

He tilted his head. “Yeah?”

“Mm-hmm. I would've been the first person to get you outta Texas; would've been momentous,” you giggled lightly.

“Oh really?” he leaned back slightly. “Well, you'd have had to abduct me.”

You shrugged, “Maybe. But you'd like it, that place we'd go. Sicily—my mom's family had a lemon orchard there. Of course, I'd abduct Sarah, too,”

“Of course.”

“Yeah. We'd head down there in the fall, when they start to ripen, and would look out at the sea and fall asleep in the fields, looking at the stars. It's so beautiful there.”

As you spoke, you watched as his eyes closed slowly and he pictured it, breaths slow and heart rate steady.

“You'd meet my family and they'd get you drunk to show they loved you. We would do anything we wanted. And when we got back we'd already be planning the next visit—my parents usually go around Christmas. We'd think about bringing Tommy along, too. Back in our lives, we'd fill the time with trips to the museum for Sarah, and card games that I'd win, and she'd meet a quirky girl at school with a weird sense of humour—shitty puns and sarcastic comments. And I'd kiss you every night before we fell asleep and then every morning before breakfast.”

When he opened his dark brown eyes yet again and found you smiling he couldn't help from doing the same. “Sounds perfect.”

#joel miller fluff #joel miller #pedro pascal #drabble #the last of us #no smut #just fluff #my lover deserves this kind of life and thats all #hes earned it #neil druckmann who #that bitch could never #self infulgent #fluff drabble #joel miller fluff fanfiction #my texas baby

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harveyb-wabbit92 · 2 years

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Subway boss Emmet x Bug researcher! reader [2/3]

{Afab reader they/them}

Emmet was totally bugging out (yes, pun intended) as he waited eagerly for Y/n to call him back. As soon as he and Ingo figured out what Y/n's egg was the two went the library and checked out books on extinct Unovan Pokémon, They eventually found out that there used to be two types Joltiks!

The common one which was the classic Bug/electric and the second a Fairy/bug type, they lived in Unova about 500 years ago; unfortunately due to It's silks popularity the Fairy Joltik/Galvantulas were soon driven to extinction.

Needless to say, Emmet wanted really meet them! And despite Ingo telling him to wait until morning to call Y/n, the younger of the Trevithick brothers couldn't contain himself and left Y/n a voice message.

He was a foot tapping mess! Constantly looking at his phone waiting for it to ring, and just as Emmet was getting ready for bed his phone finally rang! The double battle boss practically dove onto his bed as he answered his phone. "Hello?" his voice cracked a bit causing Emmet's cheeks turned pink as cleared his throat and tried again. "*Ahem* Hello? " He waited a moment as Y/n's voice nervously greeted him. " E-Emmet? I got your message. " There was a slight pause on Y/n's end as they were more used to texting people rather than talking to people.

"I shouldn't be surprise that you figured it out so quickly. From what I've heard you pretty much increased Unova's Joltik population by like 10%! "

Emmet chuckled nervous as he scratched the back of his head.

"Yeah, I won't deny that that, My breeding got a little out of hand..."

"Heh, a little?"

"Okay, massively outta hand! My brother's always on my case about it."

After pleasantries were exchanged the two bug lovers got straight to the point, Emmet poked his head out of his room waved Ingo over as he was coming up the stairs from the kitchen. The older Trevithick mouth out "Bug professor?" Emmet nodded and put his phone on speaker as his brother took a seat on an old steamer trunk Emmet kept his clothes in.

Emmet asked Y/n how had they managed to revive a breed of Joltik that had long since died out and they were very honest with him. "Well, it started when I found this pink amber out in the woods of the Dream yard." They were a kid at the time and didn't think it was anything special just sparkly piece of fossilized sap.

But they got older Y/n noticed something odd... There was bug in the amber, it kinda looked like Joltik? They were interning at a fossil lab when they started looking into the odd looking Joltik, that when they found out about ancient Pokémon variants... Hearing that Sinnoh used to be abundant with these variant species.

Y/n had traveled there where they found more of these "Variant Ambers" and on a whim they started up their own revival program, from extracting the extinct pokemon's DNA from the Variant Ambers Y/n hopes to fully bring back these ancient and extinct types Pokémon back from the void.

"These Joltik's are my prototypes, I have a lot riding on them." They thanked Emmet again for saving the egg from that team Plasma grunt. "It was really no trouble." Ingo cocked a brow when he noticed his brother was blushing through out the call, a lot! then Emmet remembered what he wanted to ask. "Would it be possible If... I, Me and my brother could see the Joltiks?" There was a long pause as Emmet started panic thinking he scared them off!

He started to fidget and frantically mumbled to Ingo.

"Why did I ask that? I shouldn't have asked that!"

While Ingo kept shushing him and telling his little brother to calm down and wait for Y/n to answer. "Sorry about that, I heard chirping coming from the incubator..." Emmet relaxed as Y/n answered him. " And Yes. You can come see them." Emmet jumped off his bed and started dancing around his room, causing Ingo to shake his head at his brother's antics, Y/n set the twins visitation appointment for the dat after tomorrow which was the twin's day off, Emmet quickly set the time in his phone and the conductor and Researcher said goodnight.

{Cut to two days later at the Nimbasa Pokémon Research Labs.]

The twins were in awe when they arrived to the labs, their attention was captured by the fossils lining the entrance and the Dragonite skeleton hanging from the ceiling.

The subway bosses made their way to the front desk. They explained who they were and who they were there to see immediately the saw the way the receptionists face contort into a disgusted grimace. The twins could tell right off the bat the woman was rudely wondering why Nimbasa's elite battle masters would want to meet up with some creepy bug fanatic? But, kept her mouth shut unless she wanted to lose her job.

She printed out their visitor passes and called Y/n's intern Hal to come fetch the twins. a few minutes later a boy in his late teens showed up, he was waring a dark purple hoodie under his lab coat, black jeans and a Gengar themed face mask. He was clearly a ghost-type researcher, the twins thought there was a mix-up and the receptionist had logged them into the wrong department, but the boy spoke up. "Y/n sent me, my name is Hal" he gestured for them to follow him.

Ingo and Emmet were reluctant but followed behind the teen after a few moments of silence Emmet spoke up. "So...You're a ghost researcher being mentored by Bug researcher, how did that happen?" Ingo shot his brother a stern look, but Hal didn't seem all that bothered by the question as people have asked it before.

"Simple, bug and ghost types aren't the most popular research field, because of this we tend to intern with someone who majored in multiple fields."

"Multi-Field majors...So, Y/n used to intern under someone with a Ghost-type major?"

"Mm-hmm" Hal nodded as he lead them to the lab door. "Well, actually their mentor had a triple degree in type majors: One in Ghost types, one in Dragons and lastly Bugs." he said as he swiped his ID card through the reader and typed in the door security code.

"That's verrry interesting." Emmet hummed as Ingo nodded along in agreement, the lab door slid open immediately the a blast of cool air greeted the twins causing them to shiver as Hal led them inside. "Sorry for the AC blast, but we need to keep things cool so the lab's computer severs and equipment don't overheat." the boy explained noticing the twins shudder for a moment. "Don't worry about it, we do the same for the Gear Station's command center." Ingo assured as he Emmet looked around the lab immediately they were taken aback at the lack of staff, it seemed to just be Hal and three other interns...

Hal was going to show them to Y/n's office when one of the other interns came up the them and informed Hal that Y/n was in the lab's observation enclosure with their Pokémon, Hal shrugged led the twins to an artificial garden built in the middle of the lab.

Needless to say. Emmet swooned the second he laid eyes on Y/n's Pokémon team, so many buggies! Some he's only read about or seen on tv! There was a Shedinja...Oh so creepy, but so cool! A Frosmoth...those wings so were delicate looking but sooo deadly! Orbeetle...He wandered if it could turn into a UFO? and oh arc! that's an Armaldo...Emmet's been wanting to meet one for years! And then he noticed the little one Y/n was bottle feeding... Okay, That's not a buggo! that's a Tyrunt! Still though another fossil Pokémon Emmet's been wanting to see for a loooong time and it's just little baby!

Oh boy....Emmet was having fan-boy a moment being surrounded by bugs and fossils; he was practically drooling. "Ingo punch me, I must be dreaming..." he sighed in a far off tone as Ingo looked at his brother oddly and corrected him. "You mean pinch me?" Emmet suddenly pinched Ingo in the arm causing his older brother to slap him upside the head. "Ow!" Emmet's pained yelped alerted Y/n and their team to the twins presence.

Armaldo started to growl and step in front of Y/n protectively before his trainer called him off. "It's alright Armaldo, they're friends." The fossil bug sniffed and reluctantly backed-off but not before shooting the twins an 'I'm watching you' glare...and went back to grazing around the enclosure.

Y/n got up from the rock they were sitting on while carefully repositioning their hold on Tyrunt (Newborn Tyrunts are about the size of a Basketball.) as they approached the twins. "Sorry about him, he's wary of strangers...especially around Tyra." the researcher explained while nodding down at the baby fossil Pokémon who was grumbling as Y/n as took the bottle away.

"Hey, don't be grumpy with me missy." The researcher put the Tyrunt down on the ground. "Now go play with your big brother." Tyra looked at Y/n then at Armaldo the little dragon whined defiantly and headbutted Y/n in the legs, the researched winced but held their ground, when Tyra saw she wasn't getting her way she threw a a literal stomping tantrum!

The whole enclosure shook under the baby Pokémon's power as Y/n calmly grabbed the little dragon's Pokéball and let out an authoritative "Hey." the Tyrunt stopped and stared at Y/n startled seeing them holding her Pokéball. "You wanna go in this? cos that's what's gonna happen if you don't calm down." the baby looked at the ball whimpered and went to Armaldo like Y/n had ordered.

The researcher sighed turned back to the concerned twins. "She's being a brat cos I'm starting to weaning her off of formula, as you can see it's a very... forbearing process." The researcher said wincing as they could feel their legs begin to throb from Tyra's headbutt, but soldered through dull the pain.

"No we get it, Ingo went through the same thing with Haxorus, she was one cranky Axew when we stopped bottle feeding her." Emmet said shuddering recalling how Axew used to screech and scratched at things when given Poké-chow instead of formula; their dad (Drayden) had to hide all the bottles cos Ingo usually gave into Axew's tantrums. Speaking of which. "Why do you even have a Tyrunt? I'd figured being a bug professor, you'd have a Flygon as a dragon or something." Ingo inquired as he eyed the other bug Pokémon that were crawling around the lab, Tyra being an obvious dragon stuck out like swore thumb.

"Yeah, funny story behind that...."Y/n explained that a few months back one of the incubators at their old lab's fossil department had failed and the scientists researching Tyrantrums asked if they could borrow the bug departments incubator until theirs was fixed. "Barely an hour into being left at my lab, one of the eggs started hatching." Y/n said they had panic attack trying to call the fossil department; for someone to come back and get their egg! But everyone seemed to be taking their sweet time answering their calls...

Finally after 15 mins, someone answered! However, by that point it was way too late. "…And as all baby Pokémon do, Tyra imprinted on the first thing she saw." Y/n pointed at themselves. "As you can imagin those fossil researchers were pissed, but they only had themselves to blame." Y/n said while shrugging their shoulders, they led them to their private office and decided to change the subject.

"Now, are you ready to meet my Joltiks?" Y/n asked with an excited gleam in their eye, Emmet was practically shaking in his shoes. "I-it hatched already?" he stuttered in anticipation. "Yep, just a couple hours after we talked." Y/n chirped as they opened up their private office.

First thing that greeted Ingo and Emmet was Y/n's desk, it had few papers scattered about behind it was shelf that held a series of colorful stones with sketches of Pokémon behind each one, it took a moment for the twins realize these were the Variant ambers Y/n was talking about! they walked over to get a closer look at the stones.

There a few Pokémon that they recognized! Like Lilligant, Zoroark, Basculin, though since Y/n was still setting up their office space, some of the ambers hadn't been labeled yet. "What's this purple-ish one here?" Ingo asked while pointing at an amber with small claw stuck in it. Y/n glanced over their shoulder to see what he was asking about. "Oh, that's a Sneasel-they used poison types, y'know!" Ingo blinked and looked back at the amber with an intrigued hum, but was soon roused out of his observation by tiny squeaking he went to join his brother who had his nose pressed up against the nursery's window, Ingo nearly did the same as his silver eyes on very curious sight....

A Pink Joltik?! Ingo gasped at the familiar but also very foreign looking spider... Unlike the little fuzzy staticky yellow Ingo was used to seeing, this little one...Scratch that these little ones, having finally noticed the little cotton-candy blue Joltik shyly peeking out from under a blanket, were fluffy like little clouds a, had these little wing like growths on their back, Y/n explained to them that those growths were kind of like Sylveon's ribbons.

They can use them to telepathically read emotions and uses a series of wing twitches to communicate with one another, this was demonstrated by the male {pink} trying to get his sister {Blue} to come out and play by fluttering his 'wings' but she refused. "Skittish one ain't she?" Emmet noted watching the pink bug push toys and treats towards his sister, but she would not budge! Y/n mumbled something in response their voice was too quiet for him to catch it, in fact during this whole tour Emmet couldn't help but noticed they seemed very worried and distracted by something.

They kept nervously looking at the Incubator at the far end of the office, Emmet, noticed it had bunch of medical looking machines attached to it, Emmet looked between the Joltiks in the Nursery tank then at the Incubator before it clicked. "Uh-oh...How small is it?" He asked suddenly; snapping Y/n out of their thoughts as Ingo looked between his brother and the bug researcher confused. "pardon?" Emmet pointed at the incubator. "There were three in that egg, right? and one of them came out smaller then it's siblings." Y/n looked at Emmet gobsmacked that he figured out what was wrong so quickly.

"How di-" Emmet snickered at their shocked face. "Joltik breeder, remember? I've seen pretty much everything." Emmet said as he went over the incubator and examined it's pink little occupant, Y/n was fidgeting with their shirt as they eagerly waited for Emmet's diagnosis. "Well...She's certainly not the worst I've seen, but she not in a good state either." he said with a frown as he looked over the Incubator's environmental setting. "These have to change, they’re set for normal sized Joltiks...may I?" he asked as Y/n awkwardly showed him recalibrate the Incubator's settings.

Immediately there was slight change in the small one's condition she wasn't shivering as much and seemed to be breathing better, however Emmet brought up another troubling point whenever a Joltik was this small they usually required their mother to be near at all times so they can siphon off her static energy to help them out, since you don't have a fairy Galvantula.

Unless...

Emmet's inner fossil nerd shined through as he asked Y/n if during the revival process had they used electric Joltik DNA to fill in some of the blanks in the Fairies genetic blueprint? They confirmed it, So.. If Emmet was right, and he hoped he was. maybe, they could absorb electricity in small amounts.

Y/n was willing to test it but they didn't have a Galvantula, Emmet had already taken out his Galvantula's ball much the researcher's shock they tried to decline as Emmet needed his Galvantula for the battle subway! But he was insistent they take her until the little one's condition improves which should take about two weeks.

Y/n was still reluctant it didn't feel right taking one of Emmet's partner from him, then the researcher got an idea. "Wait a moment." they said going over their desk and pulled out this thing that kinda looked like a sci-fi rice-cooker (The portable box linkers are fairly new to Unova) from under it, Y/n then logged into their PC a few seconds of typing the Box link pinged and they pulled out a Nest-ball and brought it to Emmet.

"Here, This guy should help you out while Galvantula is working." Emmet looked at the ball curiously as he handed Y/n Galvantula's ball. "It's a Vikavolt, it's an electric bug type too..." Needless to say. Emmet wanted to hug Y/n! Vikavolt was another bug Pokémon he wanted to meet! And not only does he get to meet one but he gets to use it in battle? It was like Halloween and his birthday rolled into one neat package! Emmet promised to take good care of Vikavolt and also said he was gonna try visit every now and then how thing are going with the sick Joltik.

{Meanwhile, Ingo who felt like a third wheel was invited by Hal to come check out the other Pokémon Y/n was working on reviving after Joltik. Apparently it was variant of Litwick from Galar's Vivian period that was ghost/electric....}

#pokemon x reader #submas x reader #subway boss emmet x reader #submas #platonic! subway boss Ingo #afab reader #researcher! reader #bug type pokemon #fairy type pokemon #joltik

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arttrampbelle · 8 months

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I feel nrs shits on raiden because ed has a problem with the character personally.

Why? I honestly have no fucking clue.

Raiden isn't that hard to understand so im not understanding the big deal.

We can have him go dark but not liu? Oh yes because he's the special one. I forgot. 🙄😒😑

Everyone else can get at least something that makes them feel believable,even likable and flawed.

Oh but heaven forbid liu kang fucks up.

See this is why hc liu is better. Non god liu kang is better.

But back to raiden.

Why is it. Why is it. Whenever raiden makes a reasonable mistake,that anyone can make.You guys take it so hard?

And villainize him.

But if liu makes a mistake its the end of the world but never do the same. Like all is forgiven and forgotten. Emphasis on the forgotten part. 🙄

If any other characters do reasonably fucked up shit. And have decent character flaws. You guys dont bat an eye.

But raidne does it. Suddenly you shit on him.

He cant win no matter what he does,how you write him. Im starting to think you guys hate raiden because you have unresolved daddy issues,authority issues,or you hate to admit that a godly powerful being cant wipe you ass all the time and you *sarcastic shock!* might actually have to solve the problems yourselves?! Wow what a concept.

Like srsly tho. Raiden isn't infallible. But he isn't a fucking chump loser can't get shit done.

He could get shit done but he has a code of honor,rules he has to follow by(that he hates),he has so much on his plate. And honestly you guys never appreciated his character.

Like out of pure spite. Im gonna do raiden self indulgent stuff today. Just to spite people.

Legit half the crap we got in 12. We could have gotten with raiden if you guys at nrs bothered to fucking write him properly. Instead of being lazy selfish pricks with a bias and favoritism towards other characters. *couch liu kang cough* (like i love liu but not written like that,never like that. God liu? Gross. Humble monk warrior liu? Yes)

Because liu kang playing "savior and creator of everything" is disturbing,disgusting,and disrespectful.

Like srsly they are legit telling THE SAME FUCKING STORY AGAIN AGAIN AGAIN. SAME AS 11. SAME SHIT. oh but because its uwu brand liu kang. And not the real liu kang. Suddenly its ok?! No!

Legit mk12....os the same fucking thing. Just liu kang brand.

It's no exciting. Its not new. You guys are lying to yourselves.

We could have had any fucking god charactera in mk do the same shit. And get the same result.

You guys could have had this with raiden. But noooooooo. You wanna shit on a character for shock value and no reason. Gtfoh.

You could have actually done something worth a damn but nope. You only care about gimmicks and whatever carries your attention spans for five secs for a quick fix of serotonin because you can't fucking get thru your heads you are being manipulated by a fucking company that lost passion years ago.

But that's besides the point.

So yeah. Raiden.

I'm so sorry they never gave you the love they should have.

Tobias should sue for your trauma. (Half joking here people. Tobias was the one who created and came up with the idea for raiden in the first place. And layed many foundations for this game but is half heartedly given credit while boon steals (no pun intended) his thunder)

Raiden i am so sorry for your mistreatment.

*hugs him*

Srsly if you call yourself a mortal kombat fan. And you genuinely hate raiden Do us all a favor and throw yourself in the dumpster fire. Plz. Also block tf outta me.

Look as a shang tsung tsimp. I love many many other characters too. But raiden is a comfort character,tho i self ship with him too he is comfort character. So i won't tolerate slander and disrespect.

Anyways. Raiden....my thunderdilf.....you deserve sm better.

I hope real raiden fans understand this. And make more PROPER kontent for you. Unlike nrs. We will treat you right.

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John gets his first fishing lesson. read here on ao3.

notes: here we go folks, chapter 2 is here! this originally was going to be a longer chapter, but i decided to leave off at a different scene than originally intended for the sake of getting a faster update with a more reasonable wordcount (y’all know me). chapter wordcount: 4.9k warnings: it wouldn’t be hl&s without ample sexual banter and fishing puns. animal death (perhaps cruel in motivation but not in execution, all fish killed humanely). somewhat graphic description of a fish being gutted. ft. palpable sexual tension. john typical emotional volatility and outbursts. some emotional manipulation, bullying, and general toxicity (jestiny is arguably never not negging him). minimal proofing.

By 8:38 AM John was beginning to doubt she was going to show up at all.

Perhaps, he was beginning to think, after thirty-eight minutes of waiting (fifty-three if he counted the fifteen minutes he arrived early), coming to the Marina had been a mistake.

He exhaled as he glanced at his watch, promising himself — just as he had twice before — that at the next quarter past he would leave if she still wasn’t there.

It would make sense that the mysterious redheaded stranger from the bar wouldn’t show up as promised.

She’d hardly struck him as reliable , or trustworthy.

Perhaps it had been foolish of him to ever think she would follow through.

She had probably realized in the cold, sober light of day just how ridiculous the idea had been, and resolved to bail on him and put the entire embarrassing affair behind her.

And he should have done the same.

Yes, he had been stupid for showing up at all.

And he would correct that, and leave.

In just another three minutes.

He tapped his watch, stomach dropping as the second dial began to near another full rotation around its face.

“If you’ve been just waiting around here for the past hour because you’re trying to work up the courage to ask me to join you, you can go on ahead and stop worryin’ your pretty little head.”

John rounded his current lap of pacing up and down the length of the dock to find the owner of the Marina perched on the side of his boat, legs crossed and coral painted lips curved into a smile.

“If you’re willing to wait the teensy-weensiest bit longer, I can be in a bikini, lathered up in tanning oil, and ready to hop aboard by around 9:30 — that’s the time Xander usually rolls outta bed, and I need to leave the shop in something at least resembling capable hands before I can set sail.”

John cleared his throat. “Mrs. Drubman,” he greeted, matching her smile as he sauntered to her side. “As flattered as I am by the offer, I’m afraid the position of first mate is already taken, for today. I have a date. I’m just waiting for her to arrive.”

“Well, I’ll be!” she exclaimed, hopping down from atop the boat to study him closer. “You got a girlfriend coming over?” she asked with a raise of her eyebrows. “Who is it?” she questioned, pouting her bottom lip. “C’mon, at least give your ol’ girl Addie a name.”

Ah, well.

He wished that he could, but that had been another oversight of the prior evening. He’d failed to even ask the redhead’s name before agreeing to her plan.

Which under normal circumstances wouldn’t have been much of an issue, but the quick turnaround from last night to their early morning (or at least it was supposed to be early morning) date left him with little time to pry around about her.

“Oh, come now, Addie.” He gave a charming laugh as he tilted his head to look up at her with soft, friendly eyes. “I’m afraid I don’t kiss and tell.”

“Don’t worry,” she leaned down to whisper in his ear. “I can be very discreet.”

Perhaps if he believed that, he would have abandoned any hopes of his co-conspirator showing and taken the blonde up on her offer.

Still, it occurred to him she could be of use to him in another way.

“My lips are sealed,” he teased, bringing an index to rest against them in a ‘shh’ gesture. “But…” He curled the index downward to pinch against his thumb. “I suppose a tiny hint wouldn’t hurt,” he hummed. “It’s someone I believe you’re quite familiar with.”

She should be, shouldn’t she? After all, beyond the fact the woman from last night had suggested meeting here in the first place, the one thing he knew about her was that she liked fishing. Surely she and the Marina owner were well acquainted.

“Honey, I’m familiar with a lot of folks, if you catch my drift,” she replied with a wink. “Gimme another hint.”

“Perhaps more than just familiar,” he offered. If he could just get a name. “Someone who is also a very loyal customer.”

“Again, honey.” She smacked her lips, unimpressed. “I do very good business.”

He made a mental note of Greed, competing valiantly with Lust.

But for the present moment he merely gasped, bringing a hand to his chest as if wounded. “I’ve showed you two of mine now,” he whined playfully. “Can’t I get just one guess of yours?”

“Hmmmm,” she tapped a finger just beneath her bottom lip. “If you’re meeting her here and not during Sunday Service, I’m guessing that means she isn’t a member of your little…” She flourished her hand, flicking her wrist forward to trail fingers down the V of his shirt. “‘Alternative religious movement,’ is what Xander says I should call it…”

“I do fear for her soul. But I’m certain that can be rectified.” He was not so certain. He found it very likely that the stubborn, wrathful little redhead would burn with the rest of the sinful world. But if she could help him convert a pair of far more worthy souls, she will have at least served some purpose before dying a slow, painful death in the Collapse.

“I’ll ask more about your rectals later,” she said with a wriggle of her brows. “For now, another hint?”

How long could he keep this up?

“About yea high,” he said simply, bringing straightened fingers to rest just beneath the bridge of his nose. “ With her —” hideous, bulky, tacky, “— favorite combat boots on.”

Adelaide rolled her shoulders back, pushing out her chest and towering over him by the several inches she had been graciously evening them out by bending down as they spoke. “So, short?”

John hummed, straightening his spine and raising his chin. “I’d say average.”

“You’d say,” she mused. “What’s she do for work?”

Fuck if he knew. “Nothing she finds as meaningful a calling as she does fishing.”

“Age?”

Older than she acts, he would assume. “I would never reveal that information about a lady.”

“Bra size?”

Something in the range of substantial, but not massive. More perky. Something like a 36C — No, closer to a 34D. “Questions befitting a gentleman, please.”

“Alright, how ’bout —”

“And I believe we’re on your guess, at the moment.”

“Fine, fine.” She held her chin in her hand, studying him. “Is it that blonde spitfire that works the deli at Lorna’s?” she asked, leaning forward with hands on hips. “The chatty one who always wears the low-cut tops? Cute little thing. Reminds me of a younger me, with a less impressive caboose.”

“You think I’ve been picking up women at truck stops?” he teased. “No, not her. And not a blonde, as lovely as I may find them.”

“Brunette?” she pressed. “Lighter or darker than what you’re rocking?”

He shook his head with a coy smile that concealed the worry fluttering in his chest. Was he really going to be cornered into playing the one card he really had?

“You’ve worn me down,” he sighed. Really, it was a shame she wasn’t a believer. She had gifts to contribute. “She has the most gorgeous, breathtaking, luscious —”

“Jessie?”

Jessie? Could that be it?

But when he flicked his gaze up to gauge the blonde’s reaction he saw she looked past him, rather than at him.

He swung his head around to see the woman from the night before leisurely strolling down the docks with on hand in the pocket of her cutoff denim shorts, the other carrying a tacklebox and a set of fishing poles.

She paused as she reached his slip, stopping in her tracks and looking over her shoulder in a way that suggested she might be considering turning back.

No such luck, Jessie. A deal is a deal.

“Jessie!” John called in greeting, jogging down the length of the dock towards her. “My, is it a delight to see you.”

He brought his hands to either side of her face in hopes of covering the look she gave him as if she had no clue what he was on about, pushing her back to dip her into a reunion kiss.

“The fuck you think you’re —” She dropped the fishing poles and tacklebox to grip the crook of his elbows to shove him back, giving him a brief look of incredulity before seeming to reorient herself and lean into the embrace to dip him back instead, deepening the kiss as she did.

Such a difficult one, Jessie was.

Still, it apparently sold well enough — the moment he was let up for air he was greeted by a curious, flushed leer from the Drubman woman.

“Well, batter and deep-fry my tits and sell ’em at the testy festy, this is your mystery gal?”

“Not such a mystery to you, is she?” John laughed as he laced his fingers in Jessie’s and brought her knuckles to his mouth to kiss, banking on the instant recognition meaning he’d been correct about their familiarity. “Jessie dear mentioned you were close.”

“As two pimples on my ex-husband’s ass cheek,” Adelaide agreed, hooking arms beneath Jessie’s to bring her in for a hug, John’s intertwined hand awkwardly tugged along for the ride as the blonde pulled her further.

“Speaking of exes, I’m glad to see you moving on so quick,” Adelaide whispered in Jessie’s ear, just barely audible to John. “Was wondering ’bout you, after I heard about the girl band breaking up.”

“You fuckin’ heard about that already?” Jessie hissed in reply, patting the hand not holding John’s against Adelaide’s back and turning so that she was angled away from him. “How?”

“Well, the classic breakup hack job you came in here rocking told me from about a mile away.” John felt a perverse since of satisfaction at seeing an embarrassed pink flush across the redhead’s cheeks at the jab — perhaps she did have some sense of shame, deep down. “But, I’d also heard it before I laid eyes on the tragedy. Skylar and Sherri mentioned it this morning,” Adelaide murmured, pulling John’s arm along for another rotation of the strange waltz he was trapped in. “When they stopped by to enter their names in the Annual Fishing Derby.”

John thought Jessie might actually crush the bones in his hand, for as tightly as she clenched it.

He saw something dangerous flare in those big doe eyes of hers, any friendliness in their brown warmth vaporized in the angry inferno smoldering to life in them now.

“They. Did. What?”

John tried, unsuccessfully, to extricate his hand from her grip.

“Oh, don’t be mad at them for blabbing, sugar,” Adelaide shushed, stroking a hand along the back of Jessie’s head. “They weren’t being catty, they just mentioned they were worried about how ya were taking —”

“They entered the Fishing Derby?” she ground out, pain splintering through John’s hand. “Together? Today? They couldn’t even wait a —”

“Lotta folks have, first day we’ve been live!” Adelaide exclaimed, finally pulling back from their hug to make the announcement to John too. “They’ve been lining up all morning. Everyone goes crazy for The Admiral, and the cash prize is up this year.”

“The Admiral?” John repeated with a curious smile. “Might I ask who that is?”

Jessie’s eyes grew more dangerously alight yet. “You’re so funny, John!” She forced out laughter, eyes bulging wider than he thought possible with each sharp bark. “See how he managed to charm me so quick? He’s so fuckin’ funny.” She gave him a look that bore no hint of amusement. “Of course he fuckin’ knows who The Admiral is.”

“Of course.” Was he really catching flack from the woman who didn’t even know who the Ryes were — seemingly didn’t even know who his own family was, for that matter — for not being familiar with someone in the County?

What the hell kind of person could that level of recluse even get offended at him for not —

Oh.

Of course.

He did know.

“The Admiral is a fish,” he said, trying not to sound exasperated by the revelation.

“A fish,” Jessie scoffed, slapping him on the back a little too hard. “I told you, he’s funny.”

“Well, not like anyone’s actually gonna catch him, anyways,” Adelaide sighed with a dismissive wave of her hand. “They never do. But everyone who pays the entry fee gets admission to the big ol’ Fish Fry we do after to cook up whatever they did manage to catch and get blackout drunk on party liquor.”

“I can do that at home without an entry fee,” Jessie scoffed.

“And this year, we’re co-hosting! Cook out’s gonna be over at the Ryes’ place, since they got everything set up nice from all the barbecues they hold anyways —”

“How much is the entry fee?” John asked.

Adelaide tilted her head to the side, pausing before she answered. She raked her eyes over him from head to toe and back up again, then allowed them to drift over his shoulder towards the boat parked in the slip behind him.

She crossed her arms over her chest, raising her chin before rattling off with ease, “Ninety bucks a person, one seventy-five for couples, three-fifty for a group of four.”

Oh, good. He was worried she would attempt to charge him something unreasonable.

He flashed her a smile, reached into his back pocket to slide two hundred dollar bills out pressed between his fingers. “Keep the change,” he hummed, holding the bills out in offering. “But do enter us as a couple.”

Jessie briefly eyed the exchange of cash, shrugging towards Adelaide with the slightest hint of a smile.

“Now, if you’ll excuse us, Mrs. Drubman.” He pressed his right arm flat against his abdomen and bent at the waist in a half-bow that put his head near even with Adelaide’s cleavage, bringing his left hand to rest against the small of Jessie’s back. “As much as I’d love to stay and chat, I’m afraid I won’t have any chance of charming my date myself if I’m competing with you.”

He pressed his hand against Jessie’s back to guide her the remaining distance towards the boat — only to have the hand elbowed away, as if she’d once again forgotten they were supposed to be acting like a happy couple.

But before he could shoot her a proper glare in reminder she wrapped her arm around his to tug him along instead, nearly causing him to stumble off the dock from her clumsily effort to cover her slip up.

“I’ll leave you crazy kids to it, then,” Adelaide chimed with a parting wave. “Happy catchin’!”

As John climbed into the boat he caught in his periphery a manicured hand reaching out to grab to the grubby, calloused one dropping a tackle box and set of fishing poles over the side.

“And sugar,” he heard Adelaide whisper to the redhead she held back. “You gotta let me know if it winds up he puts out, alright?”

He could see Jessie’s look of earnest confusion reflected in the windshield.

“Uh, I guess,” she rasped in reply, even more conspicuous yet. “I mean, why wouldn’t he?”

“My dear,” John turned to cut in before the pair could whisper more gossip, holding out the palm of his hand in offering to receive Jessie’s and assist her in climbing into the boat.

She recoiled, looking at the hand as if it might as well have held a dead rat as she stepped to the side of it and hopped onto the boat.

Yes, this was certainly a mistake.

He laughed and threw an arm around her, pulling her to his side. “We’re supposed to be acting like we’re together,” he hissed through teeth exposed in a stiff smile as he waved goodbye to the blonde skipping back towards the shop. “So what was that, exactly?”

“Was gonna ask you the same fuckin’ thing,” she ground out in reply. “Why the fuck were you pulling all that weird shit?”

“The physical affection?” he questioned. “Couples tend to do that,” he said, smile souring with sarcasm. “And what took you so long?” he demanded. “I was beginning to think —”

That she wouldn’t show up. But he was struck anew with how foolish it had been to really expect her to, so he neglected to finish the thought.

“You were almost an hour late to the time you set,” he complained instead.

She rolled her eyes, as if he were being unreasonable. “I was pickin’ out my outfit!” she defended, holding her arms out and doing a half-twirl to show off the cut-off overalls with single suspender unbuttoned to reveal sleeveless t-shirt bearing an image of a suggestively placed set of twin boat engines with the phrase ‘I <3 Motor Boating’ plastered across the chest. “You coulda spent a little more fuckin’ time trying to pick out something nice for yourself.”

He looked down at the freshly ironed salmon shorts cuffed to mid-thigh paired with crisp white V-neck she cast her disdainful look towards.

“What could possibly be objectionable about my outfit?”

“Nothing, so long as you’re wearing it as like…” she waved a hand in the air in quick, choppy circles as she paused to search for words, dropping down to her knees to throw open the lid of her tackle box in the same swift motion. “A funny joke or something.” She grinned up at him. “Y’know. Irony.”

“The only irony I’m finding is in you insulting someone’s outfit while wearing that.”

“This is what people wear to go fishing,” she said, pulling at the suspenders of her overalls.

“This isn’t?”

“Wrong kinda salmon, John,” she said with a point towards his shorts, sitting back to begin threading a line through a hook. “But it’s fine, we can sell it like you are funny,” she sighed, breaking off the line between her teeth. “And at least your legs look nice in shown off in ’em,” she tacked on, glancing back at him. “You actually have really nice thighs. Go fucking figure.”

He felt a strange heat crawl up the back of his neck, bloom across his chest.

He thought it was the first nice thing she’d said about him.

Something about receiving a compliment from someone so very unpleasant was, well…

“Shame about the stern, though,” she said with a click of her tongue against her teeth, glancing behind him.

Never mind.

“I’ll spare you the view,” he replied, stepping over the woman to seat himself at the helm. He tugged the legs of the shorts up slightly as he sat.

“Can’t do anything about what god gave you, but we can work on getting you to pass as a real angler, even with the shorts.” She came up behind him to pat his shoulder as he cranked the motor to life. “Head out West, ’bout midway to the little fucking islet out there.”

“Aye, aye, Captain.”

“And don’t even worry about the learning curve — ’cause with me teaching you, you’ll be fishing like a pro before sunset.”

“Oh, come the fuck on, this is pathetic!” The overbearing heat of the sun seemed to beat down on John a degree hotter for every damnable word Jessie spoke to him. “Your fucking bobber is practically twenty-thousand leagues under at this point! That means start reeling that shit in!”

“Well, it’s difficult to focus when my fishing partner is screaming at me!” he snapped back, doing his best to crank the handle of the reel, only for it to jam.

“Other way!” she ordered. “And lean back! Keep the end of your rod up! You’re supposed to fight the fish while you reel!”

“Then perhaps you should worry about fighting your own catch, instead of me!” he huffed, tensing his arms and jerking the rod back.

“I got the expert form to multitask,” she said smugly, doing a swift turn of her reel as the fish on the end of her line leapt through the air. “You haven’t caught anything all day.”

“Brag while you can,” he scoffed, giving another harsh tug to his rod — the line pulled taut, refusing to budge no matter how much of his strength he exerted, muscles of his arms aching in complaint from the effort. This was it. Finally. “It feels like I’ve got a big one on the line.”

“You haven’t had shit on the line for a good fuckin’ minute, John,” she said flatly. “You fucking snagged the bottom,” she explained with an irritated grunt. She held her rod propped against her thigh with one hand, while the other reached into her back pocket to pull out a skinny, curved knife. “Cut the line and try again.”

His nostril flared with the sharp, heavy exhale he pushed out as he snatched the knife from her, sliding its plastic safety sheath off and tossing it aside to press the blade to the fishing line.

“You’re gonna fuckin’ fish me outta hook and home at this fucking rate,” she grumbled, quickly undercut by a laugh as she lifted her own line out of the water with ease to hoist a speckled and pink-lined fish well over a foot long over the side of his boat, propping it to rest wriggling atop the gunwale.

John grimaced at the mess of slime and lake water it smeared there, dribbling down to leak between the cracks of his natural teak flooring. His scowl deepened as the fish’s tail flailed upward to sling filthy water onto the clean white fabric of his shirt.

“Hm, I think that puts me at about nine full-sized catches now to your whopping zero,” she bragged in teasing sing-song with a sharp golden flash of sunset warm eyes. “I reckon some of us are just better with our rod than others, huh?”

Whatever fishing line thin thread of patience he had left finally snapped.

His grip was white knuckle tight around the handle of the knife as he suddenly swung it through the air to impale through the brain of the accursed creature, impact of the blade stabbing straight through and into the hard plastic shell of the gunwale ratcheting itself up the length of his arm.

“Fuck!” he shouted, contained rage swiftly bubbling up to rush through the length of his arm and settle for good in that tight clenched fist, driving it to twist the knife and send it tearing down the length of the fish’s belly with a squelch of innards spilling.

He gasped out, looking around with wide, searching eyes, suddenly as furiously hungry for air as if he’d been held underwater.

“Huh,” Jessie barked out, high but gruff. “Well.” He couldn’t quite say if it was with relief or irritation he noted that the press of her palm against the fish’s back fin hadn’t moved an inch — she hadn’t so much as flinched as he swung the knife. “Guess you know how to gut ’em, at least,” she shrugged. His chest continued to heave as he tried to even his breaths, regain some composure. “Maybe you are good for something.”

John let out a long exhale, wiping the sweat from his brow and willing himself to keep his current level of calm, trying as it was.

And oh, it was trying.

Because Jessie wasn’t wrong.

They had been at this for hours, his cheeks pinkened from the long stretch of baking beneath the sun. And the only thing he’d caught was criticism from the woman who was supposed to be teaching him.

“You know what,” she hummed, pointing towards the fish guts dribbling down into the water. “That could work, actually. You can finish the job here? You can gut the fucker?”

He pinched his brow, looking down at the fish.

“I imagine,” he answered, using the handle of the knife jammed inside the fish to turn it, study the long incision running along its underside.

He slid his index and middle along the length of the incision, pausing at the fins just beneath the head and using the fingers to pry open the flaps of its sides and study the mess of organs.

“It doesn’t seem so difficult.” He held his fingers in place as he brought a thumb to rest at the root of the bright red cord running down the length of the fish’s insides. He flexed his knuckles to firmly wedge the knife beneath it, pushing the blade up towards his thumb and pressing down tight until the mess of gristle severed with a short, wet snap.

He heard a sharp hitch in Jessie’s breath in matching staccato, realizing as he pulled the mess of innards tied up neatly by the red ribbon he gripped that she’d been watching intently, her gaze as pervasive and oppressive as a heavy amber tinted smog settling over his world as he slung the entrails into the river with a sigh and a meaty plop that announced their landing.

Jessie inhaled slowly this time as she stepped towards him, looking him up and down.

“That’ll do, John.” She reached fingertips towards his middle, trailing them along the splatter of blood and pink flecks of tissue he hadn’t noticing slinging across the bright white of his shirt, and the ghosting sensation sent zaps of quick firing nerves through him as effectively as if someone pressed a blade against his spinal cord. “That’ll do.”

She smiled down at the stain, before wiping her hand along his chest to further dirty the shirt with slime and stray scales. “You at least look a little bit more like a real fisherman now.”

“I apologize for not having the foresight to show up pre-covered in viscera.”

“No use crying over unspilled blood now.” She waved a hand in the air dismissively. “Or uncaught fish. Because I got a plan I think is gonna work.” She glanced over her shoulder towards the sun. “It’s gonna have to. We’ve run outta time.”

“A plan to do what, exactly? And what makes it so time sensitive as to require immediate execution?”

“We’re going to see Sherri and Skylar,” she answered, plopping herself down into the driver’s seat. “They always fish over across from Can of Worms ’round this time. And we’re gonna zip up there join them.”

John raised an eyebrow.

“Don’t worry. You’re not gonna actually gonna be fishing, obviously.” She waved a hand, propping an arm on the side of the boat as she turned towards him. “We’re gonna pretend we caught all them fuckers in the cooler together. Lucky for you, I can reel in enough for the both of us. And I’ll keep catching, while you’re busy gutting them.” Her knuckles grew stark white as she gripped the steering wheel. “I was always fuckin’ nice and gutted those bitches’ fish for them.” Her nostrils flared as she let out a sharp exhale — then her scowl abruptly broke into a grin. “But now I have someone to gut ’em for me.”

“I’m sure in your world, that’s a very important victory. But couldn’t we take a bit more time to practice? Why must the victory march take place today?”

“Because they had to fuckin’ rush to sign up for the Fishing Derby today!” she screech, her cheeks growing bright red yet again. “They couldn’t wait one goddamn day! So time to show them I can move on just as fucking fast!” Her shoulders tensed, rising and falling as she flexed her wrists to turn her clenched fists around the steering wheel. “We’re going to Can of Worms!”

He gave an exasperated sigh. Really, some people were so sensitive and dramatic about a little break up.

But best not to harp too much on just how childish her antics were, while he still needed her for his own designs.

So, he gave her an appeasing smile. “Very well.” He lifted the key to the boat from its place around his neck, quickly jerking it out of the redhead’s reach as she tried to grab for it. “You’re not driving my boat, though. I drive.”

She rolled her eyes. “Fine.”

She made no effort to rise from his seat, instead leaning back and patting her thighs. “Hop on, then.”

“You want me to drive the boat sitting in your lap?”

“You’re the one who said we needed to be more touchy-feely and shit to look like a couple,” she barked, pointing a finger at him. “And c’mon, don’t forget this is a quid pro fuckin’ quo arrangement. You help me keep up appearances by riding up drivin’ —”

“You’re not driving —”

“— lookin’ like I’m driving a fancy boat with my new pretty young thing in my lap, more likely I am to do whatever dumb bullshit it is you end up wanting me to do to impress your exes.”

He crossed his arms over his chest, considering.

“Pretty young thing,” he scoffed, lowering himself to take a seat in her lap. “You think I’ll fall so easily for insincere flattery from a woman who’s been relentlessly insulting me all morning?”

“Forgot we fuckin’ prized honesty in this fake relationship,” she snorted. “Pretty quickly-creeping-towards-middle-age thing, then.”

She still said pretty, he resisted pettily pointing out. “You’re a charmer.”

“Charm the scales off a fish,” she replied with a click of her tongue against teeth. “But enough talk,” she said gruffly, guiding his hand to shove the key into the ignition with no amount of gentleness. “Take us to Can of Worms!”

She squeezed his bare thigh in punctuation of the order. He cleared his throat and gave her an expectant look in reply, a quickly cooling breeze sweeping over him to cause skin to prickle along the leg her hand rested atop as he raised his brows to signal he was waiting.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake, you don’t even know where —” she groaned, removing her hand to point a finger over the windshield. “Head southwest!”

He turned the key and turned the wheel in obedience of the order as she rested her chin atop his shoulder to look over it.

She was much better at physical affection when she was taunting him, it seemed.

He cranked the gas.

Quid pro fuckin’ quo, he reminded himself.

#also trying to spare dean from me spamming his mentions every time i use them BUT credit to @derelictheretic for the text divider!#fic: hook‚ line‚ and sinker #writies and wordies #otp: stop bothering these nice folks #oc: deputy jestiny ellen #ch: john seed #ch: adelaide drubman #but yeah this was going to be longer and include the sherriskylar bothering.#but wanted to get something out + good to not have johnjess amp up to an immediate 10 since they will do so soon enough #my writing

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disneyanddisneyships · 1 year

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@gyubby99 I'm writing it.

Chaz Thurman x OC

I started out hating the man and now I've made him a girlfriend.

"And youre sure none of the others know I helped you?" Cordelia asked as she painted over the sign that said 'just married'.

"I'm sure. We made sure of it," Millie stated before attempting to walk over to the cars.

"Okay good. Crimson isn't someone you should mess with," Cordelia replied.

"Then why is Chaz messin with him?" Millie asked with a smirk.

"What do you mean?" Cordelia asked as her smile faltered.

"... he's.... tryin ta marry moxxie.... didn't you know?" Millie asked. "Yeah. My boss got information on it after he slept with chaz. He-"

"Blitz slept with chaz?" Cordelia asked, her smiled gone.

"Yeah.... oh hon don't tell me you liked chaz...." millie muttered.

Cordelia sighed and shook her head. " No No course not. Its... just surprising. Two tops don't make a bottom," she joked.

"Millie! Get in!" Blitz yelled from the driver seat of chaz's car.

"Kick some ass!" Cordelia called before wlaking into the house, making sure no one saw her.

An hour or so later, Cordelia walked into crimson's office.

She glanced to the side to see chaz knocked out cold in a chair.

"He alive?" Cordelia asked.

"For now," crimson stated.

"All due respect, sir.... I think it's best if you leave him alive. Let him wallow in self pity. I know first hand how crazy it could drive someone," Cordelia muttered.

"..... I'll think about it. But if I do, it'll come outta your paycheck. Costs a lot more money to keep someone alive then ut is to kill them," Crimson responded.

"Fair enough. Thank you, sir," Cordelia nodded her head before turning to leave.

"Cordelia," crimson called, making her stop in her tracks. "Dont get attached to someone who can't be attached to you the same way. Heads roll that way," crimson stated.

"Yes sir," Cordelia replied before walking out of the room.

Crimson stayed to his word and let chaz out alive. Not without pulling out a few teeth and giving him more scars, however.

"You're lucky you've got yourself a little girlfriend, or else youd be sushi by now," crimson had told him.

Chaz knew who it was of course.... but everytime he texted her, she never responded.

Luckily he knew where she lived. And luckily, he was persistent as fuck.

Cordelia walked around her house, dusting her shelves and putting everything back in their places as if her deceased parents would rise from the dead just to come critique her.

She had a Playlist full of sad songs that she was silently crying to as she cleaned.

A knock on the door startled her ,but she got it together enough to turn off her music and open the door....

Only to see Chaz there, a sheepish smile on his face.

"What do you want, Thurman?" Cordelia asked with a sigh as she blocked the entryway into her house.

"Oh come on now. I thought we were well passed last names!" Chaz exclaimed before pushing past her and into her house.

"Come in I guess...." Cordelia muttered before closing her front door.

"I came to say thanks! Crimson told me a little bird helped to keep me alive and I thought I'd come over to give thanks!" Chaz smiled.

"Yeah. You're welcome. Get out." Cordelia muttered.

Chaz frowned. "What's wrong? Cmon we were such good friends!" He exclaimed.

"And I was stupid to think we'd ever be more," she whispered.

"Wait.... what?" Chaz asked.

"Whatever. Go cry to Blitz about it. Play the victim. Just do it as you walk out of my apartment," Cordelia scolded.

"Blitz....? Wait did you hear about he and I at the wedding? Oh cmon! Pssshhhh. It was just a fling!" Chaz stated.

"Look. We aren't together. I have no say in your love life, okay?" Cordelia replied.

"Why is this eating you up so bad? I mean cmon I could certainly eat you better," Chaz smirked as he made the pun. It was thenonly way he knew to difuse situations like this.

"This is what I'm talking about. One minute you're flirting with me as if I'm the last bag of holes on planet earth, the next you're getting married to your ex and fucking his boss!" Cordelia yelled.

"Its not like I wanted to do it Corde!" Chaz yelled back, using a nickname to numb the blow.

"Bullshit! Millie sent me a picture of your little 'plan'! You should never have lead me on if you still had feelings for someone else!" Cordelia explained.

"I didn't! I'm not leading you on!" Chaz exclaimed.

"Yes you are! We've been going on dates for weeks without a label and you decide to marry your ex!" She shouted.

"For money! I'm fucking poor! I needed the money!" Chaz argued. "Why does this even matter to you?! You've hated me from the start! Why does it matter now?!" Chaz asked.

"Because I think I'm in love with you, Chaz!" Cordelia shouted.

Silence.

Silence so loud that you could fill a strip club with it.

Outside there was rain splatters.

"I think you should go," Cordelia muttered as she opened the door for him to leave.

The rain quickly got worse.

Chaz walked out and made it to his broken down and smashed car before straightening up, taking a deep breath and going back to her door in the rain.

He frantically knocked on the door to be greeted with Cordelia on the other side.

"Chaz? Wha-"

He cut her off with a kiss.

#This was very “rom com”y #I don't hate it tbh #Chazdelia

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drummergirl231-2 · 2 years

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Oh hey guys, what’s up?

Shoot dang, I haven’t posted in over a year! But I’m back for a bit because I can’t get Clan McDuck outta my head. XD

D’you think May and June would want to be renamed?

I can imagine May and June wanting Webby to start going by April so they can all match like triplets, but Webby wouldn’t want that.

She’d explain how she’s grown up with the name Webbigail, and someone who loves her gave her that name.

Bradford and Heron didn’t love her. They made her just to use her to try and take Scrooge down. And Scrooge is one of her absolute favorite people who ever lived, if not her #1 favorite.

Plus, Webbigail probably means “a father’s joy,” in this universe since it’s a duck pun on Abbigail.

And I think after Webby explains all this to the girls - that she wants nothing to do with the villains who created her and just wants to be Beakley and Scrooge’s Webbigail, May and June might also want new names (so they can all not-match together).

Maybe they’d ask Beakley to rename them, but I think Beakley, knowing now who these girls’ father is, would suggest they ask Scrooge, especially since he didn’t get to name is firstborn. And Scrooge would just melt if they asked. He’d put some thought into it, but he wouldn’t take long. I’ve headcanoned that Scrooge has always been fond of the name Emily, and maybe he’s thought if he ever had a daughter, that’s what he’d like to name her. It’s a name that’s been around a while, even in the Victorian era. It’s also become extremely popular in Scotland in recent years. It has a few meanings, including rival, but it also means striving, industrious, and hard working, which are values of Scrooge’s that he’d want his children to emulate.

I think he’d assign this name to May. She was the more purpose-driven clone, always striving for approval and working hard to accomplish her goals.

As for little June-bug... well isn’t she just a wee bonnie thing?

And ye cannae get more Scottish than the name Bonnie!

Bonnie is a Scottish name that means pretty, sweet, and pleasant. June may have had a few less-than-sweet moments while working for F.O.W.L., but F.O.W.L. was of course a bad influence on who is otherwise a very sweet, family-oriented baby bean.

And it is kind of hard for me to imagine the girls going by these different names since I’ve thought of them as May and June for so long, but I think it’s very possible they’d want to be called something else now that they’re with their family, and the names do suit them.

#ducktales 2017 #ducktales may #ducktales june #ducktales the last adventure!#ducktales headcanon

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non-bionical-mecha-dude · 2 years

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This is a Part 2 to the OVERWORKED READER ROTTMNT thing! This time it's Leo's turn! I'll be sure to get to Donnie after this!

All Dialogue is colored to the speakers mask color, along with Y/N's Dialogue being Pink (regardless of gender) This is to help those with reading difficulties and disabilities to better read and pay attention to what is being said and who is saying it. I HOPE YOU ENJOY!!!

ROTTMNT LEO X OVERWORKED! READER

"Come on. Come on!! No no no!" You violently smashed your mouse. All of your work...gone. Your work was all trying to load, when the computer just decided to go dumb, so while you were trying to click something, you accidentally deleted your work without a way of recovering it. Your hours upon HOURS of work. And the assignment was due TODAY. So much for your luck!

"Sooooo, what'd ya lose? Some video game?" Leo looked over your shoulder, looking at your computer, seeming disappointed when he saw just a blank document. You looked at him, anger and frustration in your eyes, you did NOT have the time for jokes, japes, or puns at the moment. You had to work or else you could kiss your grade GOODBYE. Leo put his hands up instinctivly.

"Oh ho hoo-okay, I know that face, it's the 'if you mess with me right now, I'll stab you with your own rib'-look, learned it all to well from Donnie, I'll get outta your hair". Leo gave you a small peck on the cheek, and exited through your window, giving you a thumbs up while leaving. Atleast he knew when to give you some space, you thought. You turned your attention back at your computer, and began to retype the whole thing, trying to remember all of what you had put down.

~time skip~

It had been hours, and it was already dark. That's funny, you remembered, you had started working some time around 2 pm, how could already be...11:50!? Oh God, the time really does fly. You had to hurry, ten more minutes until it would be considered 'late' and get points deducted from it. And you weren't even half way done! It's no matter, you haven't taken any breaks or anything for nothing, maybe if you just did more you could get it in on time! You decided to type like a madman/woman/person. You heard your stomach growl and your eyes felt heavy, but that didn't matter, the assignment came first. You could slow down, but that would just put you so far behind. And it sucked to be so far, because then it was only down hill from there, you should know, you've experienced it one to many times.

Knock knock knock

You heard light tapping at your window. It was Leo. With a game cartridge in hand, he seems to think the window is locked, but considering you haven't moved from your spot, it wasn't. You made a window opening motion with your hand, he cocked his head to the side, before trying it. A look of confusion washed over his face. Usually you locked your window by 10, so why was it unlocked. He hopped in, stretching and popping his neck.

"Hey there baby! I kinda assumed you'd be asleep by now, but in the off chance you aren't, I decided, out of the kindness of my heart, you can thank me later, that we could play this game I found! I tried playing with Mikey, but I'm so good at it, he doesn't stand a chance against me! So, I thought, who better to play it with than the second most talented person ever? You!" Leo was rambling on, giving compliments to both you and himself, saying how he couldn't sleep cause insomnia's a bitch, something Raph lectured him on, yada yada. Normally you would be so happy to hear from him and his little rants, but you couldn't afford it, you had only...5 MINUTES!?!?! You were typing as fast as you could, tuning out Leo, your speed caused you to make so many spelling errors, but it's ok! As long as you get it turned it! You could do it! You could be better! You were sweating with your eyes scrunched from staring at a computer all day.

"Uhhh, hello?? Not even a glance at your champion? Hm, tough crowd." He walked over, looking at your computer like this morning.

"Man, are you still working on that? Geez, how long has it been? 8 hours? 9 hours?"

You ignored him, but something pinged in your mind, 8 hours, that can't be right, you weren't working on it for THAT long! Sure, it had been a couple house but not 8!

"Have you gotten up from that spot?"

No response

"Have you even eaten???"

Still, no response, Leo was getting worried. But, thankfully, this clever red eared slider had a plan. And a very good one if he did say so himself.

He grabbed your computer, quickly saved what you were working on, before throwing it back on the couch.

"Wha- LEO-"

Before you could protest, Leo had picked you up, hands holding your bottom up, this caused you to lock your legs around him out of instinct to keep you from falling backwards.

"Nope, as cute as it is to see you so focused, you are taking a break, a LOOONGGGG break!"

"B-but my ASSIGNMENT!! It's due TODAY!"

"It's already past 12, and besides, I can always forge a note saying your mom knows what happened or something and that it was an accident."

You tried to argue back, but he just kept coming up with a new solution each time.

"Listen, argue with me all ya want, the amazing and handsome Leon will not let you put any more attention on some stupid assignment than Moi! You know that's Spanish for Leo?"

You sigh in defeat. You were so relaxed in his arms, your sleepy head laid on his shoulder, your neck, tired from keeping your heavy head up all day without break. Alright, fine, you thought to yourself. It's not like he's gonna put you down.

"That's not what Moi means, and it's not even Spanish."

"Well today it does, because I said so."

"Your such a goofball." You yawned, letting sleep lull over you.

"Yeah but I'm your handsome amazing, best boyfriend, goofball." When he didn't get a response from you, he turned his head to look at your face, being greeted with a sleepy partner in his hands. He chuckled a bit and placed a kiss on your head.

"You can start paying attention to me tomorrow then, if you're so tired."

#headcannons #fanfiction #rottmnt #fanfic #save rottmnt #self insert #tmnt #rottmnt headcannons #oneshots #rottmnt x reader #rottmnt leo x reader #rottmnt leonardo x reader #rottmnt leonardo #rottmnt leo

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