#That tickled me. And the conversation ended with me getting like a third of a hall pass. I gotta call if anything happens.

[akchually]

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#so there's this girl #and there's this conversation I had where I told Prettyboy about a coworker whose version of polyamory is #'she says she needs me back in Washington but I don't have a job there. I keep telling her to get another boyfriend while I'm out of town #just make sure he's not around when I visit so I don't have to fight anybody' #That tickled me. And the conversation ended with me getting like a third of a hall pass. I gotta call if anything happens. #Call so Prettyboy feels like he's part of my romantic life even when the romance isn't him #Which is the opposite track of the one I was giggling about okay yeah #But like my best friend here is. Super pretty. Ridiculously pretty. #And kind and works hard and takes care of the people she loves. She's always finding ways to help me. #And she's vegan and loves my cooking and that's my love language okay #I wanna make sure she eats I wanna see what happens if she's given full reigns on dominance I want I yearn #And we talk for hours about nothing but it's been weeks since I've been like one third available and I dunno how to tell her #Or if I should or if I'd be just another person in her life who wants her for what she can do for them #I think my intentions are good but it's lonely. The long distance and the seasonal work and the isolated town up in the mountains. #And maybe I just want to be held. #I know she's grey ace and a lot of the romantic relationships she's had in the past were very manipulative and not what she really wanted #Maybe that's what's pulling me in so hard like am I just insecure and want to prove myself yet again #I've always been drawn to flaky people #I wanna be the one person they show up for #This is the thing that I actually need to process in therapy and can't just lsd the anxiety away #Though that worked for most things #Take hallucinagens. Once. #I'm such a hugger but only worked up the courage to hug her a few days ago. #We've been talking (lowercase t) for months. #And I know she has her own long distance unicorn relationship back in Kentucky. I'm hoping the subject will just surface again. #And then I can say hey #I think you're really pretty

[toji-girl]

in front | s. gojo

synopsis: What was supposed to be a relaxing night out by yourself ended completely differently than you ever thought would happen.

wc: 1.6k

tags: 18+ ONLY content + explicit smut: minors and empty blogs DNI + not beta read + repost from my old blog + modern au + public sex + teasing + fingering + exhibitionism + slight male masturbation + cunnilingus + porn with no plot + creampie + mentions of alcohol but no one is under the influence + pet names + any missing tag please lmk

“Did you know that three out of four people fantasize about having sex in public?” Satoru asked suddenly dipping his pinkie in the liquid amber before pulling it out slowly and rubbing it against the rim of his glass, crystal blue eyes focused on you with a smirk on his lips.

You locked eyes with him and glanced around the busy bar holding your own glass as he scooted to the seat next to you and after a long shift, you wanted nothing more than to relax for the night until Satoru Gojo showed up, an old friend and co-worker.

You raised an eyebrow and leaned in fanning your breath over his face, “Is that so? Let me guess, me and you make up the two of the three but who’s the third person?” You asked pulling away taking a swig of your drink that spread warmth through you as Satoru grinned draping a long arm around your shoulder as he glanced at Kento who sat across the bar too engrossed in something with the bartender.

A laugh interrupted what Satoru thought was a smooth move. “Nanami and public sex don’t mix, he’s the type to keep it to the bedroom.” You said matter-of-factly almost daring your friend to stand up wearing the same stupid grin as he leaned back brushing his lips against your ear.

“I think you’d be surprised.” He whispered standing up with a smirk.

You watched with wide eyes as Saturo sauntered over to Kento who turned away from the conversation with furrowed eyebrows already tired of the white-haired man who sat next to him, blue eyes landed on you as he whispered something in his ear trying to fluster Nanami.

It was a thought that crossed your mind once or twice, having the both of them since you met both of them in college what felt like years ago and worked with them shortly after graduating for a while.

Satoru stood and clapped Kento’s shoulder before walking back over to you taking a drink sitting down again laying his head on your shoulder with a big sigh.

“Seems that you’re right, I thought since it involved you he would be more interested. Are you still into public sex?” He asked teasingly.

“I hope you aren’t trying to seduce me enough to go in the bathroom with you? When was the last time they cleaned it?” You asked smoothing down his hair that was tickling your neck, it was comfortable between you two, while sometimes he was an ass you still appreciated the humor and the way he has no filter.

It’s been a running joke between everyone that you and Satoru would end up together, it was only a matter of time but you weren’t entirely sure if he wanted that but here he was bringing up having public sex with you.

At first, you thought he was joking just to get a reaction out of you but when his hand dropped to your knee and he sat up his lips now against your pulse you knew he wasn’t joking.

“Who said anything about the bathroom?” He whispered against the frantic beat of your heart, sweat broke out over your forehead as you whipped your head to look at him blinking a few times.

“Then where?” You asked curiously feeling your pussy gush, Satoru smiled lazily as he leaned back rimming his glass again as he looked you up and down eyeing your bare legs from the dress you wore, his eyes sparkled as he leaned back in leaving a trail of light kisses up your neck using his free hand to cup the other side of your neck.

“You are wearing a dress and I can only imagine something like lace panties underneath?” He teased dropping his hand to the front of your neck dragging the tips of his fingers down between your breasts and stomach until he reached the hem of your dress slowly sliding his hand between your legs stopping when he felt the fabric, he smirked knowing he was right.

You swallowed around the lump in your throat holding his gaze while he finally caressed your cunt over your panties, “Oh, I was right.” He said lowly moving the fabric to the side rubbing slow circles on your clit and hearing you gasp and bite your lip.

He moved in closer hovering his lips against yours, “Just don’t scream and we’ll be ok, no one is paying attention to us, baby, just take it, yeah?” He whispered.

It was hard not to make a noise even with the volume in the bar like Satoru said they won’t hear you nor was anyone looking at you both but it didn’t matter, it felt like you were having a hot flash as you grabbed his elbow and looked around looking for a quiet place somewhere more quiet and private,

“Let’s go.” He said standing up and extending a hand out to you, the hand that was just under your dress.

You were quick to stand holding his hand following him to a dark corner of the bar with a small couch, Satoru sat down and pulled you down on his lap facing everyone, the lights were focused on the dance floor so it was nearly impossible now for anyone to see as he bunched up your dress to your hips before spreading your legs reaching between your legs grabbing your panties pulling them between your lips as he hummed softly.

“You can see everyone but they can’t see you, does it make you just so wet knowing that?” He teased letting go to slide his fingers in stroking you lazily at first before slowly thrusting two slender digits in you hearing you gasp and slap a hand over your mouth.

Satoru took his sweet time pumping in and out while his other hand made quick work of sliding your straps down your shoulders leaning in kissing the exposed flesh.

People could glance over but they wouldn’t see anything really just shadows thanks to the dim lights on either side of the couch, you ground against his hand gripping his pants as you tried to move to the beat of the music, “You’re dripping all over my hand sweetheart,” Satoru teased grazing your sensitive spot hearing you whine and lean back against his chest.

You were pretty much immune to Saturo and his teasing, he was like a teenager most times but now he was pure liquid sex driving you closer to your orgasm brushing his thumb against your clit as his teeth sunk in the tender flesh of your shoulder, “Tell me how it feels.” He demanded.

“It feels-” You lost the word for a moment as your hips danced to the heavy beat succumbing to your climax, your pussy fluttered and clenched around Satoru’s fingers which stilled rubbing and curling softly as he pulled out ever so slowly you could feel your slick dribble out making a mess on your thighs and his pants.

You whimpered as he helped you up spreading his long legs wider to push his pants down freeing his aching cock that he took in his hand that was covered in your cum using it as lube while he jerked himself off quickly looking up at your cunt that glistened with white pearls, he groaned at the sight wanting a taste and pushed you forward as you held the edge of the table in front feeling his tongue lap between your folds up and down before drawing your clit in his mouth while working his fist up and down his dick.

It was the most erotic and dangerous game you ever played, dancing on the thin line of being caught and staying completely hidden letting Satoru Gojo eat you out from behind, he pulled away watching his spit bridge from his mouth to your puffy pussy that quivered while he blew his breath over your cunt before pulling you back down rubbing his swollen pre-cum smeared head against your clit, he kept one arm wrapped around your waist while reaching between your legs spreading you open.

Satoru teased your fluttering hole slowly thrusting the head in and out until he bottomed out pulling you closer to him, you hissed from the stinging sensation that fizzled out into pleasure letting him slowly rock his hips against you, he grabbed your jaw forcing you to look out at the crowd, “I’ve thought about the many ways I could fuck you but nothing compares to this,” He grunted feeling you pulse tight around him.

Your slick covered his cock dribbling down to his balls making more of a mess as he matched the tempo with his hips to the music that kept playing, you hung on to the table for dear life trying to keep your whimpers down as you arched your spine and threw your head back.

“Gojo!” Hearing his name set a fire deep in the pit of his stomach, the way it flowed from you made him falter for a second then continue going faster and harder hearing the couch rock and creak under him.

His orgasm was near and it only grew closer the way you clawed trying to find something to sink your nails in finding purchase in the side of his thighs when he thrusted harder going deeper than he’s ever been, your toes curled and your eyes went cross feeling him throb then cum inside your spasming cunt with thick hot ropes, both of you sat panting and staying still while Satoru rubbed small circles in your back.

“You know I never asked Nanami the question, I just told him to make sure no one came to this corner.” He whispered in your ear letting you melt against him with a huff and a light slap on his thigh.

#tw: exhibitionism #Satoru Gojo x reader smut #Satoru smut #Gojo smut #gojo x reader smut #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk x reader smut #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x you #satoru gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x you #gojo x you #gojo x reader #satoru x reader

[lukesdice]

'Till the Day I Die

Luke Hemmings x Reader

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: Some swearing

Blurb: You hadn’t seen your ex boyfriend in 7 months after he broke your heart, and at a party you finally see him again.

Note: hey :) I wrote this short piece as an introduction to me writing for 5sos! If you have any requests for any of the boys, pls send them in 🖤

The light drizzle of rain tickled the tip of your nose and the ends of your lashes, a chilling breeze causing you to pull your thin jacket tighter around yourself. The muffled beat of lounge rock music drawled through from the patio doors, a light chatter of tipsy voices and clattering mixed in with the soft tunes.

"Have you spoken to Luke tonight?" Calum asked you, taking a short drag from his cigarette and turning to face you as he pressed his elbows to the cool metal on the balcony railing.

You shook your head and sighed, staring out at the darkening view of the city lights.

"Are you going to?"

Smoke tingled with your senses as you wrung your hands together, thinking for a short minute.

"Why can't he speak to me first?" you asked, not once tearing your eyes away from directly looking in front of you.

"He's not going to do that," Calum said, "I think he's scared."

You sighed again.

Calum held out his half-smoked cigarette in front of you, drops of ashes dusting the balcony floor.

You let the smoke inhale into your throat and exhale out of your mouth again, watching the clouds in front of you dance into the chilling air.

"Does he even regret leaving me without even really giving me a reason?" you asked, twisting the cigarette between your fingers a little.

A moment of silence passed.

"He hasn't really spoken much about it" Calum said.

You sighed for a third time.

You handed Calum his cigarette and took a swig of your vodka mixer, it's harsh burn trickling down your throat. You pulled the cup away from your lips and screwed your face into a disgusted frown.

Calum chuckled loudly, "not really a vodka girl huh?"

You shook your head and coughed a little, "but it gets me drunk quick so fuck it" you laughed lightly.

After Calum had finally decided to leave to find another drink, you decided to make your way to the toilet, smiling and waving at a few people on the way. You stared at yourself in the mirror, mascara now slightly smudged and hair a little frizzy from the faint rain. You combed your fingers through it to try and untangle the knots, adjusting your skirt to a more suitable position.

"Fuck" you whispered to yourself, the light buzz in your head from the alcohol kicking in a little.

As you left the bathroom, you noticed Luke from the corner of your eye, his curly blonde hair and sparkly eyeshadow was instantly recognisable. He was wearing his favourite suit trousers and converse, the combo you always thought looked great on him.

He was smiling and laughing with Ashton and some girl, your heart picking up in speed. You knew it was wrong to feel pissed off at the fact he looked happy, you just wanted him to be miserable without you. You knew that sounded cruel but you couldn't help it. You wanted him to feel as broken as you did when he left.

You made your way back to the balcony, now alone, beginning to feel anxious and awkward at the sight of seeing your now ex-boyfriend of 7 months.

"Oh" you heard awkwardly from behind you.

You slowly turned around, your heart now hammering in your chest as you came face to face with Luke.

You stared silently at each other for what felt like five minutes, it becoming obvious to you that Luke hadn't come out here because he knew you were and wanted to see you.

"Sorry" he croaked.

"I didn't know you were out here."

You twisted your lips between your teeth, racking your brain for anything to say back that didn't sound stupid.

"Why? Am I that unbearable to see?" you questioned, not even really aggressively but more in a defeated manner.

Luke cast his eyes away from you for a moment and you could see his cheeks heating up a little with embarrassment.

"No" was all he could say.

"How are you anyway?" you asked, trying your best to make conversation. For some reason you desperately didn't want him to leave, and you wanted at least a minute more with him. Even if your head and heart hurt whenever you looked into his blue eyes.

"I'm fine" he replied, looking uncomfortable in the spot he was standing in but obviously scared to even move a muscle. "You?"

"I'm okay" you told him.

He nodded slightly before turning around to place his hand on the handle of the patio door, ready to re-enter the party.

Your shoulders dropped as you turned back to the view, tears forcing their way to teeter on the edge of your eyelids. You knew seeing him would hurt but you weren't prepared for the actual literal pain it brought.

"Actually I'm shit."

Your eyebrows raised slightly as your body tensed up. You kept your focus on the buildings and cars below you, scared of what to reply and shocked at his admittance.

"I've been shit since we broke up, and it's worse 'cause it's all my fault."

Your mouth felt dry, a tear that had been taunting you fell quickly down your cheek. You brought your hand up to your cheek to wipe it away and it was gone as quickly as it had come.

You had been longing for and imagining this moment over and over, concocting scenarios in your head where he had said this to you in various different ways, but you couldn't even now bring yourself to look at him anymore, never-mind respond.

You heard him sigh and begin to open the door, his footsteps shuffling for a moment before stopping, the music from inside now a little louder.

"I may have fucked up and you may hate me," Luke said quietly from behind you.

"But fucking hell, I know I will love you 'till the day I die."

Your chest rose and fell heavily, another couple of tears crawled down your face, but still no words came to mind. You felt as stuck as a clay statue.

You heard the door shut behind you and the music was instantly muffled again, and you knew that you were alone. A soft quiet sob left your mouth, as you hugged yourself tightly and mentally berated yourself for not saying anything.

After another ten minutes of calming yourself down, you re-entered the party, desperately scanning your eyes around the room for his blonde mop of hair. You couldn't see him anywhere. You began to panic that you had fucked up your chance after he had just literally told you he still loved you.

"He left a few minutes ago" Calum told you as he sloped up to you, a beer grasped in his hands. His eyes were glassy from being a bit too drunk. "You might still catch up to him" he smirked a little, like he was telling you that he knew something you didn't.

You thanked Calum and left through the front door, practically running down the flights of stairs and to the front of the building complex.

There he was, waiting out on the pavement for a taxi.

You cautiously approached him, shivering a little in the nighttime breeze and steady rain.

"I don't hate you" you said, making Luke jump a little at your sudden voice.

He turned to stare into your soul, his bright blue eyes the only thing you could focus on as a small curl tickled his brow, his leather jacket covered in little raindrops and glitter dotted over his cheeks as the rain had migrated it from his eyelids.

"I fucked up Y/N and I'm sorry, so sorry" he suddenly began to ramble without warning, "I don't deserve you, I fuck-" his voice cracked.

You took one step closer to him.

"I was just scared of hurting you or that you would hurt me so I ran away, and I fucking hurt you anyway" he continued, his blue eyes were vast teary oceans.

"Luke" you whispered softly.

He stopped his rambling, as you stood directly in front of him.

"I fucking miss you" you choked out without really thinking as he gave you a wet sad smile in reply.

He opened his mouth to reply but as he did so, his taxi pulled up to the curb, the driver inside motioning for him to hurry. Luke gave him a wave and turned back to you, drinking all of you in as he seemed to fight with himself not to leave you now. Not like this.

"Do you need a ride home?" he asked.

"I don't want to be a pain."

"Please" he almost begged you.

You agreed and climbed into the taxi before him, your heart and head in a mess of confusion and intense emotion. You still hadn't quite registered the fact that Luke had finally explained his reason for why he hurt you, even if it was in a few rambled sentences. You still hadn't really taken in the fact that Luke still loved you.

You were both silent in the back of the dim taxi, your hand next to you gripping the edge of the middle seat. You desperately wanted to look at Luke but a part of you felt too rigid with nerves to move your head even a crack.

But as the taxi slowly followed traffic in front, you suddenly felt a warmth upon your hand, your chest fluttering a little as you looked over at Luke's hand on yours.

You let him intertwine his fingers with yours, resting your entangled hands on the middle seat, neither of you spoke a word but a thousand feelings were exchanged.

Luke softly squeezed your hand like he always used to, and a small smile tickled the corners of your lips, because you hadn't felt these innocently romantic feelings since you had first met.

#5sos #5 seconds of summer #luke hemmings #calum hood #ashton irwin #michael clifford #5sos fic #luke hemmings fic #luke hemming imagines #luke hemmings x reader #5sos x reader #5sos imagine #calum hood x reader #luke hemmings x y/n #luke hemmings x you #ashton irwin x reader #michael clifford x reader

[randomshyperson]

Third time lucky - Wanda Maximoff Oneshots

Summary: Some misunderstandings are just the result of poor communication. Or the one where Wanda has a crush and can't find the right time to confess. | Writing Challenge.

Warnings: Fluff and brief mild angst (unrequited love impressions), mutual pining, friends to lovers, some mentions of drinking, college au. | Words: 3.064k

A/N-> I've been having busy days, and apparently, I start dozens of series and never finish a single one. I saw some videos of Prompts challenges on Tik Tok and this one was finished. I do miss Emo!Wanda a lot, and I’ve been trying to work with something for her, but no luck so far. Anyways, good reading to you all!

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Buried in the safety of her blankets, Wanda tries to understand how the whole perfect three-month planning went wrong all at once in a 30-second conversation.

This was all Steve's fault.

If he had waited just one more day to end his long-standing relationship with Bucky, he would have avoided affecting his entire group of friends, and Wanda wouldn't have had to drive 40 minutes to the other side of town to drag Barnes' drunk and pissed ass back to the University, and she wouldn't have had the conversation with you.

It was such an unfair situation. She had a plan. Go to the movies together, to the market, have dinner and then, ring. Well, confession first.

"I know we've been friends for a while, but I've secretly been in love since we bumped into each other on the way out of the stadium that day, and spending time with you has only escalated that. Do you wanna be more than friends?" 

She hoped that all this time you were secretly in love as well and she would be the happiest person in the world.

But Steve Rogers broke up with his boyfriend who got too drunk to drive back to his place, and when Wanda safely handed him over to you, all you could tell her was that you were glad you two would never go through anything like this in your entirely platonic friendship.

A bucket of cold water, honestly.

So now Wanda just wanted to lie down and be protected under the covers, with no risk of being hurt again.

Her twin had other plans.

"Wanda, why aren't you ready? Natasha is already downstairs with the car." That's what Pietro questioned as he entered the bedroom of their shared apartment, a grimace stamped at the scene of his sister under the covers in the dark bedroom. 

All the brunette did was groan, which made him sigh. The next minute, the curtains were pulled open and Wanda had to hide from the light with a pillow.

"Go away." She grumbled, but the twin just threw himself sitting up in bed.

" Don't tell me Miss Calendar forgot that we were going to celebrate Yelena's birthday today?" ironized her brother, smirking at Wanda's attempt to get away from his fingers that began to torment her with tickles.

Wanda only grunted again. "How did that not get canceled?" She managed to retort, busy deflecting the tickles to see Pietro shrugging.

"It's not like Yelena is that close to the boys. Besides this, Steve isn't going, and Bucky is still hung over. And you're holding us up."   To emphasize her brother's statement, the loud horn outside easily recognized from Natasha's Truck could be heard. Pietro chuckled before pulling Wanda's covers off at once, ignoring the other's protest. "Move it, lazy girl. We have to get there soon or Nat won't find a parking spot."

"I don't want to go."

"Wanda, come on, Yelena is your best friend's little sister." Pietro reasons, but seeing his sister's almost tearful expression, he immediately assumes a worried expression. "What happened, Pchelka (little bee)?"

Wanda sniffled low, not meeting his gaze. "I was going to tell Y/N how I feel yesterday."

Her brother's eyes widened. "Oh? And how was it?"

"I didn't get a chance. She said she was glad we were friends, and we don't have to go through the same problems as Bucky and Steve." She tells tearfully, but Pietro makes a confused face.

"Wait, but you told her? How do you feel?"

Wanda chuckles indignantly. "What? Didn't you hear what I just said?" Retorted the girl, wiping her face before she started crying for good. "She said we were friends, how do you expect me to-"

"Wanda, for God's sake." Pietro interrupted her with an impatient sigh, pulling his cell phone from his pocket. He typed a quick excuse to Natasha to get her to stop honking in front of the building and approached his sister. "You and Y/N are friends, of course, she's glad about this strange, yet amazing connection you two share. The same kind I had with Barry, and you know, it would have worked out if I hadn't screwed it up. But the fact is, we only had a chance of right and wrong because I had the balls to admit what I was feeling."

She frowns thoughtfully. "What is your point?"

Pietro smiles. "My point is that you are here, whining about a rejection that only happened in your head."

"But she said-"

"The truth." He interrupts gently. "You two are friends, and she values this friendship, these are facts. It doesn't mean you can't be more than friends, or that the puppy dog eyes she always gives you are platonic."

Wanda giggles shyly, her cheeks warming. "You're making that one up."

"Yeah, I'm the delusional twin." Retorts the other, laughing when Wanda tries to hit him with a pillow. "Put it together, sis. And grow some nerve. Y/N will be there today, you might make her week better."

Wanda sighs. "Or ruin it for good."

Pietro rolls his eyes. "Wanda, go get changed or I'll be the one to tell her why we were late."

"You wouldn't dare!" Wanda retorts, already getting up. Pietro laughs.

"Try me."

The drive to the dam was uneventful after that - although Wanda had had to put up with her twin and her best friend making fun of all her dramatics that morning.  It was somewhat ironic how apparently all her friends knew about her feelings, except the one person she wanted to be aware of it.

The dam was considerably full, but that was common for weekends even on a not-so-hot day, and the absence of tests at Uni certainly helped. Fortunately, Natasha was able to find a place close enough, and within minutes, Wanda was finishing putting beers to ice near the food table that Maria Hill had set up with the rest of her friends who arrived first.

Wanda only went back to the truck to get Yelena's gift and was ready to lock the car and return to the cheap fun when she was wrapped tightly by strong arms that lifted her into the air. She would have screamed in fright if she hadn't recognized the mischievous giggle.

"Look guys, I found a cute deer all alone." The teasing made the rest of the group chuckle as well. Wanda tried to have a little control over the color of her face, but she became very aware that the Wolf Jacket - The University's mascot - was the only thing that cover your swimsuit from her skin. You spun her around by the waist as you set her down again, and the proximity was almost suffocating. 

"Where is everyone?" It was Clint who asked, holding a packet of coal on his shoulders. Beside him, Laura was wearing only the skirt of the cheerleading team that Wanda was also a member of, the black deer stamped on the edge, and a dark bikini covering her torso. 

Wanda mumbled the direction as you took a step back, and could barely notice when the rest of the group left the two of you alone. You leaned against the truck, and Wanda tried to put it together, as Pietro told her to.

"Your face is a little red, Wands. Did you remember to put on sunscreen? I have some in my backpack..." You were so clueless that it would be adorable if it wasn't frustrating. Wanda began to fantasize about the confession and ended up even redder when she noticed you shaking some sunscreen at the height of her face for what seemed like some time. 

"T-thank you." She mumbled embarrassedly, reaching up to pull the item out, but you moved it out of her reach.

"Don't be silly, I'll help you." You said casually, signaling with your free hand for her to turn around, which Wanda did very quickly.

She heard you pressing the cream into her hands, and she had to hold her breath to keep from sighing with each rub of your fingers against her skin. Rubbing and spreading the sunscreen.

"What were you doing here all by yourself?" you start the casual conversation, curious.��

Wanda swallows to disguise the huskiness in her voice. "I forgot Yelena's gift in the car."

"Hm, and what did you get for her?" You asked, finishing the shoulders and pulling your hands away to apply more lotion.

"Some tapes from that store she likes," Wanda grumbles, biting her lips as she feels your hands go down her back. "She hasn't shut up about Don Mclean in the last few months, so I also helped Nat buy some tickets. They're going to the concert next month."

"Oh, that sounds nice." You complimented, somewhat distracted. Wanda hummed in agreement, hoping to the heavens that you didn't notice how shivery she was under your touch. But judging by your silence and proximity, you could probably tell. A moment later, when you were done with her back and Wanda was forced to work with all her mind control not to do anything idiotic when she was face to face with you again, you commented, "You practically ran out yesterday. I was hoping we would watch some movie, maybe even a sitcom."

Wanda smiles shyly, needing to look away because you were going to start rubbing sunscreen on her face now.

"Hm, sorry." She murmurs. "I thought you'd be busy with Bucky."

"He's a grown-up, Wands. Besides, I would hardly sacrifice time with you to babysit hungover Bucky Barnes."

She panicked, you were too close, and looking at her fondly when you said these things. All she could do was giggle nervously.

"You like me this much, huh?"

It was your turn to chuckle a little confusedly, raising an eyebrow. Wanda swallowed dryly because you were applying sunscreen to her cheeks, but instead of pushing your hands away, you wrapped them around her cheeks.

"Yeah, I like you that much." You assured her and Wanda felt her heart jump in her chest. 

Okay, as Pietro encouraged her in the car: Go big or go home. She opened her mouth to finally confess, but you let go of her face. "All set." You announced about the sunscreen, moving to put the item back in your purse and stepping away in record time. Wanda stood frozen in shock, and you looked at her with confusion. "You're not coming?"

She swallowed the humiliation and lack of courage and forced a smile. "Of course." 

But you stepped into her path, and Wanda panted slightly. 

"Aren't you forgetting anything?"

"Hm, am I?" 

You chuckled. "Yelena's birthday present..."

"Shit, yeah, sure." Wanda was a complete mess. She turned around again, grabbed the gift packed in the passenger seat, and met you halfway. 

And you made the color of her face worse when you simply hold her free hand with yours, pulling her closer to whisper: "My invitation still stands, Maximoff. After the party, how about we have a sitcom night?"

With her heart hammering, Wanda takes a chance. "Yes, but only if it's just the two of us." She declares, and you chuckle shortly, eyeing her with some doubt.

"Are you asking me to kick Bucky out of the apartment?"

She sighs. "No, I... God, you're impossible." She grumbled in frustration, feeling her face very warm. She was ready to clarify when someone shouted your name.

It was Natasha, at the entrance to the parking area, hurrying the two of you because you had the matches in your backpack and the barbecue was supposed to start soon.

Wanda sighed tiredly again and walked off ahead of you.

You followed her with confusion a second later.

-&-

“Judging by your face, things didn’t work out with Y/N.”

Yelena's comment didn't make her feel any better, other than it caught her by surprise enough that Wanda nearly knocked all the beer over.

Yelena chuckled, holding the strainer before the item lost its balance completely and ensuring the safety of the drink for the rest of the party.

"How did you...?"

"Natasha tells me everything, naturally." Clarified the blonde as she shrugged. "This, and well, everyone knows."

Wanda sighed, stealing a glance over to the group of people where you were laughing at some comment Maria made.

"Yeah, not everyone." Murmured the upset brunette. Yelena cleared her throat quietly.

"You know, maybe rejection can be a good thing." Started the blonde to which Wanda grimaced. "Now that you know she doesn't feel the same way, at least you can start looking for someone else who does."

With a nervous chuckle, Wanda retorted, "Technically, I didn't say what I felt, so I haven't been rejected yet and-"

But Yelena interrupted her by reaching out and tapping her finger against her forehead, a gesture that made Wanda grumble. "глупый (silly). You didn't even tell her?"

Rubbing her forehead, the brunette grumbled; "Your sister interrupted me, I was about to."

Yelena chuckled incredulously, stealing a glance at the group as well. "You are unbelievable, Maximoff." She commented before a sigh. "You know this is your fault right? None of this would have happened if you had only agreed to go out with her when she asked you the first time, you silly girl."

Wanda grimaced. "Sorry, what?"

But Yelena just shrugged. "Yeah, you know I'm right. If you had just gone along with it, you would have saved yourself all this stress, and you wouldn't have to stand there trying to build up your courage and-" 

"Yelena, what are you talking about?" Wanda interrupted her. "Y/N never asked me out."

It was the other's turn to look at her as if she had fallen and hit her head. "Of course she did! When we met, silly, at Stark's party in freshman year."

Wanda shook her head. "I met Y/N the first time by bumping into her in a hallway-"

"What, no!" Yelena giggled nostalgically. She dropped her glass of beer and started gesturing a little as she counted. "Don't you remember Stark's party, freshman year? I introduced Y/N to the group, and you had just kicked Vision's ass...oh, I think I know why you don't remember. You got drunk as hell and threw up on the guy in the band, the one with the shaved hair. It was Y/N who drove your car back to the dorm, Wanda. You really don't remember her?"

There was a pact to forget about the humiliation from that night, to be honest, but hearing Yelena quote the facts brought it all back with full force. The last fight with Vision, Tony's birthday at Stark Mansion that turned into a riot loud enough for the party to end with the arrival of the police, and a lot of drinking. Enough for Wanda to forget kind eyes and respectful hands keeping her off the sidewalk.

She looked at you again, and remembered your husky laugh, months ago, in her room when her drunk self said she thought you were really pretty.

"Well, I think you're pretty too, Maximoff. So how about, when you sober up, you and I go out on a date?" You asked, ignoring the teasing giggles of the other two - Yelena was helping Natasha back to bed. 

"I'd love to." She replied drunkenly, giggling when you helped her get under the covers. She made some joke about dreams that made you smile, and then she never thought about this night again.

In the present, Yelena was saying something about how technically she never rejected you, but Wanda cut her off with excuse, and simply turned her back on her, rushing off in your direction.

Whatever Maria's joke was, it was unheard by you with Wanda's sudden arrival.

"Hey, is everything ok-"

"Why didn't you ask me out again?" She interrupted you almost in desperation, ignoring the presence of the other people. You stared at her in shock, surprised at the sudden question. Maria cleared her throat, gesturing to the girls, and everyone sneaked out. 

"Sorry, what?"

"After the party." Wanda retorted without losing her attitude. "You asked me out, and I was too drunk to remember this. Why didn't you ask again after?"

Your cheeks turned pink, and you chuckled awkwardly. "I don't know, Wands." You murmur shyly. Wanda's heart leaps at the lovely image in front of her. "You didn't remember me, and when we started hanging out with everyone else and you quickly included me as a friend, I assumed it was your way of saying you weren't interested without hurting me-"

"But I am interested!" She interrupted you a little louder and more desperate than she would have liked. You gasped in surprise, widening your eyes. "God, I'm so interested."

You chuckle shyly, your face rosy. "Oh, really?"

Wanda thought it best to prove the point, and just grabbed your shirt collar, staring into your eyes for a moment and giving you time to pull away if you wanted to. You did the complete opposite, ending the distance by pressing your lips against hers.

Gasping, Wanda pulled away. "Yeah, definitely interested." She murmured affectedly before kissing you again, now for real, feeling your smile into the kiss.

You ended up parting soon after, both of you unable not to laugh in relief and happiness. Wanda could feel her face burning, and she knew the audience but didn't care one bit. She was too happy for that.

"You taste like beer." Your comment while holding her made her look at you curiously. "Please don't have another alcoholic amnesia with me."  You joked with a certain truth, and Wanda chuckled, stealing another intense kiss before pulling away.

"Are you kidding? I'll definitely remember this." She assured you tenderly, and you smiled apologetically. When you went to kiss her again, Wanda placed a finger over your lips. "Besides this, you could sleep over. It will be easy to remember if I wake up next to you..."

You smirked, kissing her cheek, your arms securely around her. "What a naughty girl you turned out to be, Maximoff."

She slid her fingers away to cup your cheek. "Oh darling, you have no idea." And you swallowed dryly at the teasing whisper.

With luck, it wouldn't take them long to cut the cake and end the party. 

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Llama, Llama Baby Drama | Wenclair One-Shot for @based7100

Summary: Enid gets an emergency call to babysit on a date night. When Wednesday shows up with intentions of having it anyway, they have a much-needed conversation about their future. (separate from my established Wenclair universe in CftF or Black Menagerie) WC: 4,979 (STILL UNDER 5K OKAY) Rated: All Ages

trigger warning: a baby

Prompted by @based7100, "Wednesday and Enid having the do you want kids talk" as part of my >5k writing (post-taxes) challenge

“Why is it sticky?” Wednesday asked with a grimace as Enid tickled the baby that was perched on her hip. The infant gave a loud squeal of laughter that drew a deeper cringe from Wednesday at the sudden pitch.

“She is sticky because she just ate, and I didn’t want you breaking and entering and setting off the home alarm! You’re lucky I have werewolf hearing, otherwise I would have made you be the one to settle her down.” Enid said with a smile of exasperation, opening the door wider, allowing Wednesday entry to a townhouse. Enid pressed buttons on a keypad when Wednesday came into the doorway of the space with some agitated trepidation. Monsters, serial killers – entering the lair of either would’ve brought her glee, but entering the space of an eight-month-old was like being dropped into a hostile landscape without adequate preparation.

She noted Enid in her stocking feet and untied her boots, staring up at Enid and the little she with unblinking eyes, attempting to assert her dominance in the small person’s home. Enid just rolled her own and gave Wednesday a peck on the cheek as she stood tall again, clutching her backpack strap. Enid looked at the entryway clock and added, “I’m going to get her cleaned up – it’s close enough to time – I’m going to get her in the bath if you wanna just make yourself comfortable! You’re like, forty minutes early, so don’t blame me that you’re bored!” The baby stuck her entire fist into her mouth, gurgling while a trail of saliva slipped her all the way down to her elbow. Again, Wednesday was sure she made a face, unable to help her disgust.

Make yourself comfortable was quite a loaded statement, as Wednesday didn’t have a portable bed of nails handy. She and Enid had their third Saturday night date cancelled in a row; the last minute “emergency” babysitting request coming through from a Normie family she’d made friends with in Jericho (really, Wednesday considered grandma falling down the stairs more of a coming of age event than an emergency) dampening a makeup date from a makeup date. Unable to tolerate three weeks in a row of a Saturday night without her girlfriend, Wednesday had cautiously accepted the invitation to come over after the baby was in bed. The child’s mother had said that was acceptable – and though she feared becoming a 80s movie babysitter cliché of making out on the couch while there was a killer outside, she’d taken the chance as the next week was supposed to be just as busy for the seniors at the end of their school year as they’d all been. (It was unlikely the house had a landline for anyone to ask if Enid had checked on the baby, anyway.)

Enid disappeared with her down the hall, using a different tone in her voice than usual to talk to the baby, who obviously couldn’t comprehend what she was saying regardless of her cadance. Staring after them for a long minute, Wednesday gave a tiny blink and took a look around – finding a stereotypical portrait of a family sitting in a field of leaves with their infant from the fall. The picture-perfect matchy-matchy white, suburban American aesthetic completely draining her before she even properly entered the home.

Exiting the foyer into the living area, she recoiled a touch at the explosion of color and plastic toys. Wishing she’d brought Thing to put him to work, she thought about perching herself on the edge of the wooden rocker in the room, not touching anything when she realized – if she didn’t pick up the toys while Enid was picking up the baby, it would just be that much longer before they’d be able to sit together on the plush loveseat under the window.

Wednesday let out a silent sigh, dropping her shoulders, taking a sharp glance around trying to figure out the organizational method when she realized – there wasn’t one. Unable to tolerate such a disaster, she began sorting the toys into piles, little rubbery blocks with forever chemicals laced into them together, tiny plastic people that probably had lead in the paint, and stuffed animals that had polyurethane filling which would outlive them all.

She found a few collapsible baskets that had never been put together near a stack of unopened mail on a bench, keeping everything separate as she got it off the floor. She rolled up the blankets, then went so far as to wipe down the tabletop when she couldn’t identify the crusty material that was gathered on top, using a deplorable smelling baby wipe.

It seemed like Enid at least hadn’t been forced to make anything for the baby, as there was just a spoon and a little plate in the sink and cleaning off the high chair tray. (Wednesday could handle blood spatter, entrails, and digging through bones, but honestly – the mush and droll were going to push her over the edge.) After putting everything that seemed dirty in the dishwasher, Wednesday followed the sounds of splashing and giggles to the bathroom down the hall.

Enid was on her knees in front of a tub, where the baby was in some sort of special seat. Not sure if she needed to avert her gaze for privacy, Wednesday almost disappeared but Enid shook her head, “You can come in! It’ll be a few minutes. Bailey loves to play in the water!”

Bailey. That was surely, the name of a dog, not a human child. Certainly – not an adult someday who needed to enter the workforce someday.

Avoiding yet another dramatic sigh out her nose, Wednesday hovered, her arms crossed as she stared the child down, who dropped her silly little face full of joy at the leer. Bailey frowned severely, suddenly – and Wednesday took the cue to leave, wandering into the baby’s nursery.

The room was surprisingly neutral, which Wednesday did appreciate with the lack of stereotypical pink. The baby’s crib was simple, and though Wednesday might’ve joked about smothering Enid in her sleep the first day they’d met, she knew that it was important to just keep a fitted sheet on so the baby didn’t manage to do so to themselves. There was a second rocking chair – a glider, in the corner, a small bookshelf, overflowing with titles, a dresser that seemed to be doubling as a changing table, based on the diapering supplies, and a few unopened boxes of toys that she probably wasn’t developmentally prepared to play with stacked in the corner. The walls had simple wooden, cut-out letters that read the girl’s name, and three photos above the dresser of her with the family, a few peel-and-stick bunnies at her eye-level beneath them.

Wednesday squatted down to examine the child’s literature selection, shaking her head in disapproval. How did they expect to raise a well-rounded child if she lacked the classics? There wasn’t a Homer, Miguel de Cervantes, Shakespeare, Stephen King, or even a single Orwellian novel on display. Her own father had been sure to get through all of the works of Poe and War and Peace before Wednesday had even left the womb!

Pulling out a few titles that didn’t sound horrendous, Wednesday shook her head at the modern children’s literature; thinking it was a damn shame that some of the best sellers clearly had no concept of rhythm. What a chore some of the books would be to have to read aloud, a near burden and waste of a tree’s time on earth.

She sat in the glider with a stack, ready to provide Enid with what she hoped would be interpreted as a humorous, critical review of some of the books, when her girlfriend came in with the baby all wrapped up in a towel, cheeks rosy – but significantly cleaner. “Forgive me, baby Bailey – I was so rude not to properly introduce you. This is Wednesday. Don’t mind the glare, that’s her friendly one.”

Wednesday was about to start her joke reception of Brown Bear, Brown Bear but Enid kept talking. She took out a yellow onsie with ducks on it, placing Bailey on her back on the changing pad, giving that same high, fake voice that was just so grating, even from someone she loved. “Okay, sweet baby – let’s get all dry…yeah, we’ll dry your little feet-feet-feet,” The baby kicked and laughed while Enid kept going, rubbing the towel along her. “And your legs-legs-legs,” She shifted into sing-song, “And your belly-belly-belly, and your arms-arms-arms…”

It went on for so long. Wednesday just continued to watch the spectacle, as she started with a disposable diaper and then worked her into the front-zipper pair of baby pajamas. “All done!” She waved her hands in a way that Wednesday knew was sign-language, and the baby copied it. Enid kissed her all over her face, making Baily whirl in happy sounds and Wednesday was sure, she was glowering, unable to help her jealousy – even if it was a baby she was being paid to watch getting Enid’s physical and emotional attention.

Finally, Enid completed the scene, looking at Wednesday with a seriously sort of expression. “We’re almost done. Can you hang in there?” She asked, using nearly the same voice that she had for the baby. Practically growling, she was about to stand up, when Enid developed an evil sort of twinkle in her eye and came forward, depositing Bailey suddenly onto Wednesday’s lap. Thankfully – she had some sort of protective instinct, and her reflexes kicked in before she could let the baby fall backwards. She went to make a snide, argumentative comment, but Enid just wasn’t having it. “Start reading to her, I’ll make her bottle, and we can be done in half the time.”

“Enid – I can’t –!?”

“Read?” She teased sassily, putting her hands on her hips, perching a brow. “Nice try. Here, she loves this one,” She reached down to a paperback (the very feeling of the thin cardboard cover making Wednesday’s skin crawl) with a worried looking farm animal on top.

Before she could protest again, Enid adjusted Bailey more in Wednesday’s lap, putting her back closer to her chest. Bailey looked at Wednesday with as much certainty as she returned, looking like she was about to cry. “Start reading and she’ll totes be fine.”

“Enid, I swear –”

At the empty threat, Enid dashed out of the room and down the hall. Wednesday let out a breath, grumbling, “Llama, Llama, Red Pajama…creative. Endlessly, creative.”

With a sigh, she started to read and Bailey settled at the familiar rhyme. Wednesday followed through, managing to go for the first few pages until she read, “Llama, Llama, red pajama feels alone without his mama. Baby Llama wants a drink…oh, no. No, no, no. This Llama is playing games with his caregiver and she needs to ignore him before she develops horrific behavior cycles that take years to break. Next thing she knows, she’s going to have nine-year-old llama walking in on mama and dada llama fornicating and traumatizing him like Pugsley because they never put an end to his bedtime drama. Oh, llama, drama – I suppose that’s nearly clever.”

Sighing, she flipped through the pages to find that indeed, the mother gave into the child’s tantrum and Wednesday snapped the book shut. Reaching into a stack, she pulled out another title. “Fine, Corduroy. At least Lisa understands that the value of something doesn’t lay necessarily in the perceived perfection of it, but in what it means to the individual. This is a better message for you to internalize.”

With that, she found herself actually gliding the chair back and forth, starting and finishing the story. Bailey yawned and gave a clap at the end, looking up at Wednesday, squeezing her hands open and shut.

Enid gave an amused chuckle from the doorway, shaking a bottle. “It’s right here, sweet girl.” Bailey kicked her little feet and reached her hands for it. Enid gave her the bottle and she held it with one hand, using the other to twirl at her own, light-brown hair as her eyes instinctively went half shut, but turned back to the book. Wednesday tried to hand her over, but Enid winked. “I think you’ve got this. Look, she’s relaxing on you!”

“I don’t like this,” Wednesday grumbled, but didn’t fight it too hard, not wanting to make the baby choke. In general, she wasn’t about to be the good Samaritan to help somebody experiencing that in public, as it seemed like a solid natural consequence, but she didn’t want to be the reason that Enid lost her babysitting gig. (She stubbornly refused to always allow Wednesday to pay for things and insisted on odd jobs around town to make her own money.)

“You’re doing great,” Enid promised, kneeling at her side, putting a hand on Wednesday’s knee. “It’s good to challenge yourself to do things that make you uncomfortable.”

She flickered her gaze down to the hand on her knee, wishing it were elsewhere on her body… “Give me another book,” She demanded as the baby was practically guzzling her bedtime bottle.

With two more selections (far better choices for her interest level of reading aloud to an infant – though she swore, if she ever ended up coming again, she’d bring some proper literature), Wednesday closed the third story up and looked at Enid, who was looking at her with…

…fondness? Desire? She couldn’t quite read the emotion. As the baby finished, Wednesday passed her over to Enid, where she curled instinctively into her neck, holding onto her shoulder with a contented sigh. Watching the sight herself for a long moment, she started to feel a strange discomfort and took the empty bottle, excusing herself as Enid started to pat her back and rock her to sleep.

With simple deduction in the kitchen that the bottle required to be hand-washed, Wednesday completed the task, then found Enid’s phone on counter. Unlocking it and logging into her own account for a food delivery application, she placed an order for a local favorite that was still open at the evening hour, and wrote threatening instructions not to knock or ring the bell. If that baby woke once it was placed in the crib, so help her…

It was hardly ten minutes later that Enid stepped out of the room with a little monitor in her hand, placing it on the end table that had little rubber bumpers on the corners, giving a stretch and a yawn before looking at the stiff-sitting Wednesday fondly.

“Hey,” She greeted, plopping herself down on the loveseat, turning right into her.

“Howdy,” Wednesday spoke in reply. “Is the small gremlin asleep?”

Rolling her eyes again, Enid put a hand on Wednesday’s cheek, turning it towards her to press a long, sweet kiss on her lips. “She’s out. Thanks to your help. I appreciate it.”

“I have been told I have a soothing reading voice,” Wednesday spoke of herself, squaring her shoulders a little bit. “I would still prefer to have been at the steakhouse and then stargazing in the cemetery with you, though.”

“I know,” Enid wrinkled her nose. “I’m sorry. I’d usually say no to a same day request – but nana in the E.R. is a pretty valid reason. Imagine poor Bailey stuck there with them all night? She’d have been miserable.”

“You seem to do a good job at keeping her happy. I claim she’s still sticky, though.”

“Wednesday, she’s a baby,” Enid gave a tired chuckle, leaning back on the couch, intertwining their hands. “Thank you for being willing to even come over. I thought you might give me the silent treatment tonight.”

“I considered it,” She said honestly. “But…with time fleeting from us so quickly these days, only a month left until graduation – it seems prudent to spend as much time together as we possibly can, even if it includes minors.”

“Hopefully it’s a one-time thing. I told Bailey’s mama when I got here, I think that emergencies-pending, I’m tapping out for the rest of the year. There’s way too much fun left to be had and I don’t want to regret missing out for cash.”

“As I have repeatedly insisted, it is unnecessary. But I understand the desire to be productive and contribute to capitalism in your own way. I do hope you told her, she’s not allowed to have any emergencies next weekend.”

Giving almost a purr of a sound, Enid traced Wednesday’s jaw. “Not when I’ve convinced you to be my date to the Dark Prom.”

“As if I’d let you go alone,” Wednesday let out a little breath through her nose. “I’ve ordered dinner, so we can still have a touch of our date tonight as well.”

“Thank you,” Enid said quietly, kissing her again. “Hey…while we wait for that…let’s chat, since the topic is indirectly here, anyway.”

At the sound of sincere need for a challenging conversation, Wednesday’s defenses immediately went up. “Or I could pull you onto my lap and have you put your tongue in my mouth.”

“Well, I’m going to do that, anyway,” Enid giggled, straddling her to prove the point, giving her a long kiss. Thinking she was off the hook, Wednesday went to slide her hands along her back, just above her hot-pink pants, when Enid caught them and brought them together near her chest, pushing a kiss to her fingers. “We should talk.”

“We should keep doing that.”

“I’m serious,” Enid said quietly. “Look, I love you, so much. But – you’ve been very clever and used incredible evasive tactics each time we’ve tried to have a chat on any sort of serious front like the one that we really need to.”

Feeling trapped, Wednesday’s heartrate doubled in speed and she had to exercise every molecule of self-restraint she had not to shove her girlfriend to escape the situation. “I know, you’re not afraid of anything, but the future…it’s nerve wracking to think about. And, unfortunately – it’s really only a month away. I love you. I know that I love you, and I know that you love me, too. But we do need to start talking about what we want in life beyond just that we love each other. For your mom and dad, it was so easy – as they graduated Nevermore, they just ran off on trips and quests and got married and had more fun than they knew what to do with. We already know that our lives are going to be different than that. So…I just want to talk about that, a little bit – before we makeout anymore, okay?”

“Enid…” Wednesday tried to avoid her gaze. “I didn’t come over her to make things difficult, I thought since you would put the baby to sleep by seven-thirty, we could just spend time together-”

“We are. We will. But…Wednesday – do you want to have babies with me someday?”

Feeling like the springs in the couch cushions had just given out, popped her off and through the roof – Wednesday knew the color drained right out of her face, her eyes glazed over and when no words could form in her throat –

“Hey, hey…” Enid put her hands on her cheeks, snapping her awareness back. She pushed a sweet kiss to Wednesday’s lips and tilted her head. “Stay with me. I think that I’ve got my answer.”

“I didn’t say anything!” Wednesday responded with far more hostility than she needed to.

“Okay, okay…” Enid lifted her hands up in defense and sighed. “I’m sorry. That was so not a good way to lay that out there. But I’ve been trying to ask you more direct questions for months and you always avoid them, Wednesday. It’s frustrating! I want to plan for the future, and I want a future with you. I just want to know what that means.”

Wednesday swallowed thickly, trying not to feel overwhelmed and guilty. Her pulse was throbbing in her ears, her palms were sweaty –

“I told my mother that I would never be like her. I would never be a housewife, or a mother.”

There was a flicker on Enid’s face. Barely there, but obvious to the girl who knew her the most, who knew her the best, who loved her more than she’d ever thought possible.

“I mean, we’d be working, no doubt,” Enid said through a bubble of barely concealed emotion. “I can’t see you ever just wanting to sit about at home, and even if you were, you’d be writing or composing music or solving contracted murder cases, for sure…”

Cutting off her ramble as guilt was the next emotion that she started to experience, Wednesday hated how her harsh could snap out Enid’s light so quickly, even when she tried to hide it. “I…didn’t mean…Enid, when you just throw these things at me, I’m bound not to have an eloquent speech planned.”

“Well,” Enid shrugged, biting her lip. “We’ve talked about being married. That it might be possible for us. Just know – I’m open to having a family with you. Whether that’s us and a disembodied hand and a one-eyed cat, or us and a little…human-person, you know, I’m open to it. Just so you know.”

Getting a little lost in her comment, Wednesday popped a questioning brow. “Why would the cat only have one eye?”

Enid recoiled a little. “You seriously think you’d have a normal pet? Be real, Wednesday. The one-eyed cat would be a sign that he’s a street fighter. That’s way more your style than a cuddly, perfect Persian.”  

Wanting to acknowledge the other part of Enid’s sentence, she found words locked in her throat again. She gave a shrug and balled her hands into fists at either side of Enid’s ankles on the couch.

“We know we have the next four years together, so like – this isn’t a convo that has to happen right now, I guess. I’ve just…read, that the longer a couple takes to talk about their wants and desires for the future, the more challenging it is if those things are different from one another. I don’t want things to be challenging with you. I love you. And I want to know – your wants, so that…I can prepare myself for making them happen.”

She leaned forward and initiated a kiss and Wednesday immediately felt her heart rate drop. After letting it go on long enough that her hair was a little messy in the back from Wednesday’s wandering hands, Enid pulled away with a wink, wanting to check the baby monitor. “Oh, she’s out. I had her outside until just before she needed dinner. The fresh air always does that.”

Just as Wednesday was about to try and tug her in for more affection, an alert on Enid’s phone indicated that the food had arrived. She deactivated and reset the alarm after securing it in her hands. “It’s no steak, but carne asada will totally do instead of whatever frozen post-partum diet food Bailey’s mama has in the freezer. Ick.”

Wednesday rolled her eyes. “A mother feeling pressure to return to her pre-pregnancy size is such a horrific societal pressure that needs to be popped.”

Enid brought them plates and forks, giving an approving sigh. “I know, right? Like – you just grew a whole-ass human! Give yourself a minute, mama – you just performed a miracle, and you should appreciate your body.”

Biting back a comment befitting her father of appreciating Enid’s body, Wednesday thanked her for the dinnerware and served them, listening to Enid blather about how excited she was for the following weekend and all the songs she hoped the DJ would play, singing a few dramatically to remind Wednesday of how they went (as if she could forget the earworms).

After taking care of the dishes and putting the leftovers in the fridge, Wednesday knelt in front of Enid as she flipped through a streaming app, knowing it would be some time before she landed on something for them to watch.

When she put her hands on Enid’s knees, the same way that Enid had done when she was rocking the baby, Wednesday locked eyes on hers. Enid dropped the remote. “You okay?” She asked in a serious, worried way, rubbing her shoulder.

Nodding, Wednesday let out a breath through her nose and shrugged. “I’m open…to whatever feels right for us.”

Enid lowered her hand from her shoulder to take Wednesday’s both in hers. “You don’t have to say that just because I said it first,” She promised. “I meant it as in, there’s no pressure, like - one way or the other. I’m serious. I just want a life with you.”

“What if we found a two eyed cat…and a one-eyed child at the same time?”

Blinking, Enid smirked. “I’m not sure what circumstances would lead to that, but of course. I don’t care how many eyes a kid has. If it feels like they’re part of our family, of course they should join it!”

Wednesday gave a curt nod, finding the words that had been locked away. “I don’t know that I’d ever want to carry a child. Physically, I mean – in utero. It seems like a distressing invasion of my personal space that I’m not sure I would ever recover from, and not due to societal standards of looking a certain, outward way afterwards.”

Enid’s eyes grew a watery sheen to them. “Of course, Wednesday. We’d never put you through something that made you uncomfortable that way. I’m, ugh,” She groaned. “I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable by practically forcing you to hold baby Bailey earlier. That was wrong, I’m s-”

“That was an okay sort of discomfort,” Wednesday promised. She’d very much survived that moment. “It’s good to prove to myself that I can be gentle sometimes. But…maybe – if we don’t happen upon any orphans with limb differences who need space in our home, and you feel that you would like to carry a child and technology advances in such a way that it is possible for them to share our genetic makeup and we have space and have open hearts and we decide it’s what’s best for us and our family in our situation -”

Enid cut off her near-breathless ramble with a very sweet kiss. “I love you. I love this. Keeping our hearts open. That’s all I wanted to know, Wednesday.” She beamed at her. “You did a great job with Bailey, tonight.”

“You’re the natural. I would likely have a large learning curve.”

Enid raised a brow. “I’m not so sure. I think if it was a child of your own, not one already on a firm schedule and routine, you’d be quite instinctive. What aren’t you good at Wednesday?”

“Engaging in conversations and expressing my feelings,” She muttered as she proved that very point that night.

“Well, it’s not your strength, but both are totally mine, so – that’s where you lean on me, because I’m your partner, who loves you. And,” She kissed her again. “I appreciate you, coming out here tonight, just to spend this time with me like we’d planned. And having this tough talk. I love you. Come put your butt on this couch so I can sit on you and kiss you again.”

Not needing to be told twice, Wednesday took that direction very well, enjoying about twenty minutes of heated kisses, heavy petting and almost a little bit more when a fussing sound came from the monitor.

Enid groaned as she pulled away. “Right now, my heart is so not open to this,” She giggled.

Wednesday smirked, following her, having an idea as they moved to the nursery. Bailey was crying, mostly asleep, but wanting…something.

“I’ll change her real quick,” Enid whispered, nodding, “That bedtime bottle will run right through a baby.”

As Bailey whined and grumbled when Enid made to lay her back down in the crib, letting out a loud cry that made Wednesday wince, she shook her head, reaching her arms out. “I’ll talk to her.”

With an amused smirk, Enid passed her over and Wednesday sat back in the gliding chair, holding her awkwardly in front of her, explaining to the baby, who stopped, staring at her with exhausted eyes, “You’re fine. You’re safe. You’re warm. You’re full. You’re dry. You have everything you need, except about ten more hours of sleep. So, I’m going to rock you, and in five minutes, I’m putting you back in the crib, and you’re going to sleep. Do you understand?”

It was as if the baby said ‘yes’ when she gave a coo, reaching forward. Wednesday gave a curt nod. “That’s the rule. Five minutes of rocking, then back to bed.”

With the firm expectation set, she brought Bailey up to her shoulder the way she’d seen Enid do earlier. She snuggled right in, surprisingly – and thankfully – she wasn’t overtly sticky or snotty, as Enid had wiped her face pretty well after changing her. Gliding back and forth and patting her back, Wednesday thought that perhaps – if she had a beautifully haunting Russian composition playing softly in the background, it would help her stay asleep – adding that to her mental toolbox of notes in case the situation ever arose for her to develop a routine with a baby…

As she expected, once she’d put her foot down with the rule, Bailey knocked out on her shoulder. Enid whispered and motioned for how to transfer her into the crib, and as she did so, onto her back, Wednesday almost smiled at their tag-team success.

Back in the hallway, Enid winked and gave her a kiss. “You are a natural, Wednesday. You just do things in your own way. Now come here,” She gripped her collar, making Wednesday flush. “I’m about to have my own way with you.”

#wednesday 2022 #fanfic #oneshot #wenclair #author hates babies #thank you for the prompt this was so easy to write I did half of it on my prep period today lol #also fuck llama llama so hard #he's banned in my classroom as is Pete the damn Cat and Skippy Jon Jones #layla's >5k challenge

[hotxcheeto]

Hi!! Could you do a Ellie x female!reader and reader is Ellie’s best friend and she is with Ellie when she goes with Joel and it’s basically them traveling all the way to Wyoming but the closer they get there the more the reader realizes that she likes Ellie. Sorry if it’s confusing

━ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄, 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑

𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜(𝙨) - Ellie Williams x Fem!Reader

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 - Cursing, fluff, slight angst in third flashback, happy ending, ellie being a little jealous

𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 ? - Yeah/Nope

𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚 - ily ty for requesting!! so sorry I took so long, but y'know me :)

*Italics = The past

☼ PART TWO ☼

Laying awake at night was normal for the both of you.

Especially as adults. You'd learned to never take the peace for granted.

Another night in the dark with the TV quietly playing, Ellie messing with your shirt hem while her fingertips tickled your hip. Your head resting on her chest while you drifted in and out of sleep.

Her eyes were focused forward on the movie that you'd gotten bored with, your mind melting as you fought with your eyes trying your best to keep them open.

But your mind kept wandering back to someone as you did.

You had known her for so long, and so much had changed.

Many people say that no matter what happens, friendships stay the same. But they don't, yours didn't, yours became more, but sometimes they do stay the same. And a lot of times they become less.

You must of been one of the lucky ones.

Time passes and people change, and you were sure that you and Ellie had. You knew you had, because looking back at those girls you were before weren't the women you were now.

You'd never be those kids again, not exactly. You could still see them within both of yourselves, but it would never be the past, and you guys weren't in the future. It was now, the present, the time in which you got to remember what had happened and think about what could happen.

You liked to think about how you got here, Ellie never really cared to, she liked to laugh at memories once in a while. But you looked passed those. You looked at everything. You remembered most of it.

Oh how simple the time, you thought.

How simple the mission.

Nothing was simple then, you weren't sure you even knew what that word meant as a kid.

"Do you really think there's a cure?"

You asked her quietly, still unsure of Tess and Joel's belief in Ellie's bite. Looking over at your bestfriend, you noticed her staring at the ground. The girl shrugging while looking up at the dark and decrepit buildings that surrounded your group of four.

"There's gotta be, right?" "What if they're lying?" "Then fuck them."

Tess and Joel glanced back at you both, watching your shoulders brush from walking too close. Your eyes were scanning the area for danger while hers admired the nature.

But neither of you strayed far from the other.

"I know you don't trust the fireflies and you know I don't either, but a little optimism won't kill you." You giggled at her song-like way of speaking, shaking your head.

"Everything out here can kill you."

Tess smiled at you both, looking forward as to not get caught listening in on your conversation. But she didn't stop, Joel catching her glancing back every now and again.

"Whoa, look." Ellie then tugged on your arm making you look up at the two nearly collapsed buildings you'd been approaching, but now they were directly above you.

The sight made you a bit queasy, looking at them haphazardly leaning against each other.

"That's so fucking cool." "What if they fell?" Tess snickered, turning to meet Joel's eyes with a smile. "They won't Y/n/n, you walking through here isn't gonna magically make them collapse."

"I have bad luck." You huffed.

"I know, that's why you have me." Playfully, you shoved her shoulder, following the adults into an area that led to the building.

"Are you gonna save me from the falling skyscraper?"

"Yep."

"My knight in shining armor."

You spoke sarcastically, entering the falling framework that made noise when you all began to walk.

"It's unstable, but it won't fall or at least I hope." He mumbled the last part to himself, but you heard it, and it didn't make you feel better.

"Just be careful where you walk." Joel finished off, turning his flashlight on. "I hate this already." You muttered, accidentally bumping into him from stumbling due to your nerves.

"Sorry." "You're fine, just watch where you're going."

Tess then laid a comforting hand on your shoulder, Ellie watching from just behind.

"Try not to overthink the noises, these buildings are old. They like to tell you, just like an old man likes to tell stories." You laughed, watching her walk off like she's done this a thousand times, and in your mind she probably had.

"You okay?" You walked forward, turning to Ellie. "Yeah, just... I really hate this-" The building shifted, desks rolling further down hill then they already had, fear entering your heart while you squeezed Ellie's a arm that you'd grabbed in a panic.

"Oh fuck me- fuck." You let go, taking in a deep breath.

"Sorry." "Don't be, I'm pissing my pants." You let out a strangled noise that resembled amusement.

"No way, you don't look scared, like, at all." "Yeah, no way, this thing starts screaming again I might freak the fuck out."

She wasn't scared, not like she'd made it seem, but watching you let out a breath of relief and a chuckle was enough for her to keep up the charade.

"Here, if it makes you feel better." You looked at her outstretched hand, taking it with almost no hesitance. Butterflies in your stomach but you were sure it was because you were embarrassed, looking into her eyes that showed assurance.

"I'm so lame, Ellie." She snorted. "So am I."

You never noticed her blush because of the darkness, not even now did you know that the entire time you went through that place, Ellie was internally dying.

You still hated tall buildings like that though, that was something you did know and that never changed, something about them gave you a feeling you hated.

Not from the outside, it was the inside that made you worry. But Jackson was basically flat, the tallest buildings outside of the watch towers were maybe three stories, and those were rare.

You smiled to yourself, Ellie's hand having let go of your shirt and moved to fully rest on your hip. Her palms cold compared to your warm skin covered by the comforter and the fabric of your top.

The building on the screen then exploded making you think again, shifting so that you were fully sprawled across her body. Closing your eyes at this point while the flames of the screen turned the room bright orange.

Loud boom after loud boom, it was kind of strange knowing a lot of the noises resembled those of your young life. How they sounded so fake on screen because you knew in actuality if someone was so close to that many bombs they'd be deaf by now.

Or at least close to it.

"Ever wonder how they survive all that?" Ellie muttered, hugging you tight against her body. "Read my mind." You smiled, a hum coming from her mouth.

"Reminds me of Bill." You grinned this time, sitting up and looking at her. "I wonder what he's up to nowadays." "Probably being his same old pissy self." Ellie said in annoyance, ignoring the fact that you'd found her comments funny.

"I wish he would've came with us. As weird as he was." "Yeah, cause the people here would've loved him." You squeezed her cheeks together, kissing her lips.

"I wouldn't complain too much Ells, you kind of remind me of him." Ellie scoffed, staring at you in disbelief. "Tell me you're fucking around." "I dunno, you give me doomsday prepper vibes. In your olden age, I could see you being a paranoid basement dweller."

Ellie grabbed the back of your head, forcing you to lay back down while listening to your laughter. Fighting back a smile on her own face.

"I'll still love you, don't worry." "Yeah, sure." "I'm serious!"

Bill, you remembered Bill. Who wouldn't?

Basement dweller Bill, it's most likely what he was before, you couldn't blame him though. If anyone was right, it was Bill, surprisingly.

The town was pretty incredible, all that work shown off in places most wouldn't see in time. But Joel could, it's like he knew right where he'd find each one.

Leaving was both a relief and a pain.

Hell, all to get a truck battery, but it shortened the trip so you didn't huff and puff too much. You rarely huffed and puffed at all actually, Ellie always surprised at how calm you were when you were pissed off or frustrated.

"Now your "friend" might be missing this tonight." You glanced over, seeing something you still wish you hadn't. Smacking your hands over your eyes.

"Now, Ellie that ain't for kids." "Whoa! That thing is huge! Y/n/n, look! How does he walk around with that thing?" "Get rid of that." Joel reached back but Ellie dodged him, nearly hitting you with the magazine. "Hold your horses, I just wanna see what all the fuss is about."

Ellie looked over at you, cackling at your reaction.

"El, that's so gross. Throw that away." "What? You don't find him sexy?" She shook it at you, making you shake your head. "Absolutely not. Ellie I swear to God, throw that away or we're never gonna be friends again."

"Alright, alright. Oh, why are these pages stuck together?" You gagged, slapping her side as you knew she understood exactly why.

But you had to admit, hearing him try to stutter out a response made you snort. Covering your face while looking at Joel trying to avoid a glance backwards in fear you'd both see his flustered face more than you could hear it in his voice.

"I'm just fucking with you both." She reached over you, making you old your breath in surprise while held the window switch.

"Bye, bye dude." She then yelled, throwing the magazine out the window, the rain sprinkling against your cheeks as the window slowly went back up.

"So, not your type?" Ellie asked, leaning against your shoulder while smiling at you playfully.

Joel was far too invested in his music, ignoring you both and probably thinking his usual grumpy thoughts.

"Definitely not." Ellie stuck her bottom lip out, nodding. "What is your type?" "Not him." Laying her chin on your shoulder, Ellie examined the side of your face, looking at your face that was turned towards the rain covered window.

The trees passed quickly in your irises, eyelids fighting to not close as you wanted to enjoy the car ride as much as humanly possible.

It was your first time inside a vehicle, maybe your last, you didn't want to let it go to waste.

"Do you miss the QZ?" She quietly asked, sitting up and kicking her feet. "Not really. I like it out here. As scary as it gets. It feels free." You turned your head, taking in a deep breath.

"What about you?"

"No, especially school. Fuck that place." "I liked my friends there, Layla was pretty cool."

If the myth that your eyes would get stuck from rolling them too much was real, Ellie's would be completely still for the rest of her life because of that girl.

"No she wasn't, she was annoying." You groaned, rolling your head so that you dramatically fell against her body, feeling her shake from laughing.

"No, you're just dramatic." "She had a crush on you." You felt yourself heat up, looking back towards the glass pane. "She did not, you're just jealous I had a friend that liked talking about my romance novels."

Pouting, the girl grumbled a complaint out.

"I do like to listen." "Ellie, you complain, like, every time." "That doesn't mean I don't like it. I complain cause you like it too much." You shut your eyes, still leaning against her shoulder.

"So you balance me out, is what you're saying." "Well, yeah, someone needs to keep you realistic. Ow!" Ellie moved the arm you pinched, not noticing Joel looking at you both in the rearview mirror.

"What happened to optimism?" You asked, taking your head off her shoulder. "Oh, and by the way... I didn't like Layla either. I just like pissing you off." "Oh fuck off." You moved to lay down, resting your back against the truck door.

"What? You're hilarious when you're jealous." Ellie scoffed, opening and making a few noises in a failed attempt to deny her jealousy.

"No way. Jealous? Please." "You're extremely jealous. Don't worry, you're my best friend in the whole wide world."

You liked her smile, that shy one when you'd compliment her or be sweet to her. Like she didn't know how to react, so she'd grin and try to hide her face. Acting like you didn't notice.

It was your favorite smile of hers.

It still is, and you believed it always will be.

"Babe?" "Hm?" "Remember that small house, in the field outside of the wall, the one with the tall yellow grass." You nodded in the dark room, eyes blurred over while you watched the credits roll.

"The one with the rose bushes that I love. I know." You remembered the house, away from everyone else's just outside the walls and past a small patch of trees. It was a pretty house, it's outside reclaimed by nature and you found it beautiful

"The people living there just moved out, Elton and his wife, he said she wanted to spend the rest of her life inside the walls. Remembering what this place was." You smiled softly, looking at the dark screen, humming.

"Their kids are moved out, they want to be here with them."

"They're good people, they deserve to live out the rest of their lives in a good place."

"He asked me though... he asked me if we'd thought above moving into a real house. Since, y'know, we aren't exactly kids anymore." You moved, looking up at her, the screen flashing back to the movie's title screen and the option to exit or play the disc again.

It lit up her face, and you could see a glimpse of something in her eyes. Something bright, hopeful in your answer.

"What'd you tell him?"

"That I'd ask you."

You breathed out, looking away from her gaze and towards the window. Curtains blowing in the wind, the light breeze caressing your exposed skin.

"I think Joel will be slightly disappointed. He likes us living here. Besides I'm not gonna have a baking partner when you're gone anymore." Ellie shrugged, hand moving to lay on your neck, thumb rubbing small circles on your flesh.

"He can visit. So can we. We're not leaving forever. You can still make cupcakes with him." She smiled when she felt your body shake with silent amusement, looking down at your figure.

"We can tell him tomorrow, when we have dinner." "So that's a yes?" Eyes meeting, you grinned. "Of course it is."

A forever home.

Something neither of you had ever had until Jackson.

Showing up for the first time at the gates was like a fever dream, Joel seeing his brother again. Maria giving you a small tour meaning you got to see the homes. The people.

You'd fallen in love with the place knowing you had to leave.

The cure was still out there, or in maybe better spoken terms, right beside you.

But something about Jackson pulled you in. Like deep down, you knew this would be it, the end of the line. Especially from how Maria spoke about the place, the woman could reel you in.

Like she was doing to Ellie right now, sitting at a table with a fresh meal in front of them. But you weren't hungry, well you were, but for some reason you just couldn't yet. Still unsure the place was even real, or if you were hallucinating.

"Hey." A girl appeared beside you, an empty bowl in her hands that she set with the rest on the counter. "Came to eat with my dad, I swear he works here day and night so y'know, gotta take the time when I can."

You nodded, giving her a friendly glance.

"You eat?" "Not yet. Haven't decided whether or not I'm dreaming." She laughed, crossing her arms. "Sometimes I think I am. I seen the man and girl you came with. He your dad?" You shook your head.

"No, just a friend. So is she." "Really? By the way you two acted I thought you were dating." Your head snapped to look at her, wide eyes and a clear look of surprise on your face.

"Sorry, it was cute, I swear. The way she looks at you, constantly stepping closer, and the fact that she's staring at us right now. I just had to assume, sorry."

"I..." You felt Ellie's stare then, you felt it often but the fact that the girl was right made you want to take a peak. And that peak was correct, Ellie hurriedly looking away the moment you began to move.

"Told you. She totally likes you." "We're friends." You shrugged. "We keep an eye on each other, especially out there." The girl shook her head though, "No way, that look, those eyes? Psh, friends."

"Katie!" The girl turned, quickly huffing. "I gotta go, hopefully we'll see each other again. I'm Katie." "Y/n." "Awesome, see you later!"

The quiet felt overwhelming when she left, leaving you alone with the revelations that you weren't even sure you were believed.

"Who was that?" "Jesus." You jumped, Ellie walking up to you from the table that now sat Maria and a man.

"A girl, Katie, she was nice. Was telling me about... Jackson. The other kids." "Huh, she seemed... nice. Have you ate?" You opened your mouth to answer but Ellie already knew the answer, taking your hand and dragging you towards the kitchen area.

"I like this place." Watching as the bowl filled up with whatever soup they made, your stomach grumbled, scolding you. "Me too." "I bet it'd be cool to live here. Get your own room, bed. Have actual friends that could have sleepovers with you."

"Hey, we have sleepovers all the time." "We live together, in houses with holes in the roof. I'm talking actual fun, and not worrying about dying and huddling up for warmth so you don't lose fingers."

Ellie handed you the bowl, a slight frown on her face while grabbing a spoon.

"Besides, we'd live together here too, right? Just like back at the school. Roommates again, in less terrifying circumstances."

"Yeah, I guess." "Here we go." "What?"

You took the spoon from her, walking over to table while she stomped after you. Setting the bowl on the table.

"Are you seriously mad at me?"

"No Ellie, but you're doing it again."

"Doing what?"

"Being a dick because for once it isn't just me and you."

The guilt of those words hit you like a ton of bricks, instantly feeling awful. But you weren't lying, and you hated that you weren't lying.

You hated making her afraid, afraid you'd find someone else but it wasn't like you could change the way she felt. Change her insecurities, and if you could, you would in a heartbeat.

Ellie was afraid. Afraid of being alone.

"It will always be you, you're my best fucking friend. But there's other people in the world. I just wish you'd give them a chance as much as you gave me one."

"That's not fair. I-"

"Yes it is, Ellie. You've done it before. I'm not leaving so I'm not sure why you always get mad at me when I meet new people."

"It's not about new people it's-"

"What? What is it? I know you're scared, but I'm not like everyone else, I'm still here, you're stuck with me for good."

Ellie fingers looped around your own, feeling you squeeze in response. Silently asking her to answer you, the fire in your eyes dying out into a few low embers.

"It's stupid." She pulled back, gesturing to your food.

"You should eat." "And you should tell me the truth."

"What's wrong?"

The green in her eyes was glossy, avoiding you like the plague, pretending you weren't standing in front of her.

"Well.. tell me when you're ready. I guess."

Ellie was different in that moment, something about that conversation with Katie. You seen her different now that you weren't denying yourself and your feelings. You were denying she felt the same.

It gave you a clearer picture of yourself. A better picture of what was really happening and it made you want to cry.

"M'gonna go eat." You muttered, shuffling past her and taking the bowl. Walking off to sit with Maria, hiding the fact that in that moment something had shifted inside of both of yourselves.

Something changed, for the better or worse.

You didn't know then, but you did know now.

"We can get married." You muttered, trying your hardest to fight off the sleep that trying it's best to claim you. "Adopt four cats." You felt her shoulders shake as she laughed quietly, looking down at your slow blinking eyes staring at the wall.

"I mean I was thinking just one, but okay." You snorted, hiding your face in her warm chest, letting the feeling of exhaustion finally blanket over you. Thick like a comforter, heavy like the weight of the day.

"Two. Compromise." You said, muffled by her clothing. "Deal."

Ellie felt your breathing slow, your body slowly begin to twitch as you slipped into a comforting darkness. Clutching onto her body like she'd disappear.

"Love you, dork."

Silence. You were asleep.

"Yeah, seen that one coming."

But she wouldn't change it for the world.

#ellie x reader #ellie williams x reader #ellie the last of us #ellie #ellie williams x female reader #ellie williams imagine #ellie williams x y/n #ellie williams x you #ellie x you #ellie x y/n #the last of us #the last of us part 2 #tlou 2 #tlou

[yutahoes]

Fool

inspired by the Hayate Ichikura - Takayuki Mima date and a request years overdue. Also please listen to Fool by NCT 127 because some of the lines here are from that song.

characters: clumsy! stranger! brother! Yuta Nakamoto x university student! reader (ft. Mom and bestfriend! sister! Yuna)

summary: You met a stranger in a cafe with who you crossed paths again.

word count: 2.8k words

genre: fluff

warning: clumsy Yuta, accidental breast touching, lame ending

You sighed heavily, looking at the poster for the small animal cafe you just passed by. 

It had been a stressful week because of your thesis. Why is being a university student so hard? You wanted to have a breather, something new. And the outside of the small shop caught your attention. It would be nice to come inside and look at small animals. 

You pouted seeing what was written in the poster. Why is the hedgehog keychain so cute? You want to get their limited edition keychain. But why is it available for couples only? 

You sighed once again before hearing another person sigh beside you. A guy, who looked much younger than you, in his brown sweatshirt and dark-colored hair, caught your attention. He has some kind of a far-away look in his eyes. Does he also want to go inside the shop like you? 

“Hi,” you greeted, mustering the courage to talk to a stranger. “Do you want to come inside with me?” That sounded too straightforward and his innocent look doesn’t even help at all. “I…” you fiddled with your thumbs, “I kinda like the keychain.” You then pointed at the poster. 

The stranger nodded, smiling widely at you. You gaped at how lovely he looked with that boyish smile. “Let’s go inside.” He held the door handle, pushing the door even if it says ‘pull’. He realized his mistake after the third time he pushed the door and then pulled the door for you. 

You silently giggled, how cute. 

You were both seated at a two-seater table facing the cage of hedgehogs. The guy in front of you looked so cute, with his huge bright eyes staring at the small animals. 

The waitress came with the menu asking what you wanted, he ordered the couple's menu which consists of two coffees and a waffle. When asked for your preference for drinks, he said he wanted a hot iced coffee which startled you and the waitress. He looked embarrassed at the little mistake while clearing that he wants hot coffee. 

How adorable.      

The stranger shared that he had been wanting to visit the cafe for some time now but since couples or girls enjoy the cafe more, he was scared and embarrassed to come in. You can’t help but gush at how lovely he looked while enthusiastically talking about his hamsters at home. His soft giggles while holding the hedgehog and his whispers that it tickles are like music in your ears. You didn’t know that watching a grown man cutely interact with small animals can be therapeutic. 

Although the conversation is limited, centering on small animals, you didn’t feel bored. You enjoyed the coffee, where you added two teaspoons of cream and three teaspoons of sugar the way you wanted it, and the waffle with ice cream on top. You enjoyed the stranger’s soothing voice and his healing smile. 

When it was time to pay, you both decided on each paying half but he kept on searching inside his bag and even looking in his pockets. “Why?” You asked, “Did you perhaps lost your wallet?”  

The guy shook his head then put his hands together, “Sorry. I think I forgot it at home.” 

You lightly smiled. Why is he so cute? “No worries. I was the one who asked you to come inside with me.” You stood up while holding your wallet and he apologized once again, telling you that he’ll just send you the money but you shook your head. You were healed because of this small interaction and you probably enjoyed it more than he did. Paying for your food is nothing. 

Once outside the shop, you handed the keychain to the guy. “A small thank you gift for coming with me here.” 

But he only took the blue one and gave you the red keychain. “I had fun,” he started. “Thank you for making it less awkward and I’m sorry once again.” You laughed then shook your head. Less awkward? You nodded. To be honest, it is more awkward now than when you were together inside. “Where are you headed? I’m heading this way.” He pointed at the opposite side and you only smiled, answering that you were heading the other way. 

—---

“And you separate ways just like that?” Yuna, your bestfriend and thesis partner, asked. “You didn’t even ask for his name?” You shook your head. You actually forgot. And he didn’t even introduce himself. “You should have let him pay.” 

A small smile appeared on your lips. “It’s fine,” You claimed while typing the ideas you had on your laptop. “It’s not like I’m meeting him again.”  

Your friend sighed loudly which made the older girl approaching both of you chuckle. “Why are you making Y/N do all your work?” Yuna’s mother asked while putting pasta on the table. “You should eat first, dear. Let Yuna do that.” You smiled widely, thanking her. 

One of the perks of working with your bestfriend is that work becomes easier since it’s mostly fun with all her stories. Also, their family owns a coffee shop where you can work freely. Her mom also treats you like a real daughter so there’s always free food. “I also want some pasta.” Your bestfriend whined but her mom scolded her while claiming that she should just make her own. “I swear, Mom, you love Y/N more than me.” You chuckled at that. “I wouldn’t be surprised that you would want her as a daughter-in-law.” 

“Why not?” Her mom claimed and your eyes widened in surprise. You’re loveless but you wouldn’t think of marrying Yuna. “Maybe I’ll introduce her to Yuta.” Yuta? “Anyways, have you seen your older brother? He said he’ll work here today.” 

The other girl shook her head. “He must be stuck in a manhole somewhere.” You laughed at that. “Oh Y/N, my brother is a walking disaster. He’s not like your cutey-clumsy coffee shop date.” Yuna explained, “He is clumsy because he is stupid.” 

That was harsh. But you didn’t know Yuna has an older brother. You have been friends for a year but you’ve never heard about him. Do they look alike? Or does he look like her dad living in Japan? It’s not like you’re interested. You’re just curious. 

In the middle of working, Yuna excused herself to answer a phone call outside so you took it as a mini-break and went to the bathroom to refresh yourself. Seeing your pouch by the sink and the red hedgehog keychain, you were reminded of the little coffee shop encounter. Should you go back? Will you see him again there? Will he remember you? You shook your head, tapping your cheeks then smiling to yourself. Why are you acting like this just because of a guy? 

Your laptop was still displaying the Word document you made related to your thesis and Yuna was nowhere to be seen. The plate of pasta is now empty, as well as your coffee cup. Maybe you should get a new one. You turned around to look for a uniformed staff and silently call the dark-haired man in white uniform wiping the table. Before he turned to you, Yuna called for him in the name of Yuta which startled you. He’s Yuna’s brother?   

When he turned around, you almost drop the cup you were holding. You were just thinking about him earlier. “Oh, Y/N, this is my brother Yuta Nakamoto.” Your bestfriend introduced, “This is Y/N, I told you about her.” Wait, what did Yuna tell her brother? Does he remember you? Will you let Yuna know that her brother was the guy you were talking about earlier? 

“Hi,” he greeted and you quietly repeated the same word as him. “Another cup of coffee?” You only nodded before handing him the cup you used. 

Is this some kind of a dream? Why is the world so small? If what happened in the coffee shop isn’t that awkward, then this is. You cannot focus on typing and kept on stealing glances at the guy preparing your coffee by the counter. Once you caught him looking at you and you quickly turned your gaze to the laptop screen. Why are you even acting this way? 

He put down the coffee beside your laptop and you thanked him quietly before he left to assist a customer who came inside. You took a sip of the coffee before placing it beside your books. You should finish this work quickly and leave the coffee shop. “Oh, should I get the cream and sugar?” Yuna asked, staring at your coffee. You shook your head and she looked confused. It was the right taste that confused you. How did he know your preference for coffee? 

Did he perhaps pay attention that time? 

A small smile played on your lips but you quickly shook your head. Why do you feel pleased that he paid you attention? 

You tried to focus on your task, reminding yourself repeatedly that it was just you and Yuna in this coffee shop like you used to. You shouldn’t sit properly and just sprawl in the leather seat like you used to. You shouldn’t cross your legs like a lady and just sit cross-legged, with your shoes on, on the chair. You should make funny faces while typing, not make cute faces.  

Why are you so self-conscious because of this guy? 

Whenever he was close, you tried to hold your breath. Maybe that way, he wouldn’t notice your presence. But you only felt a warm liquid dropping on your chest followed by a hand touching your right breast, an apology coming out of his mouth. “Yah Yuta, your hand.” Yuna called and he quickly removed his hold on you. “Why are you so stupid?” 

You assess the brown liquid ruining your light blue shirt as Yuna handed you tissues. Yuta kept on apologizing and even their mom apologized for the accident that happened. “No, it’s fine. It’s just hot.” You wanted to kick yourself for saying those words. 

“Let’s go upstairs and change your clothes,” Yuna suggested and you followed her. Once again, Yuta apologized. A statement he kept on muttering even before you left the shop. You weren’t even bothered about it since you borrowed a new shirt from Yuna and you don’t want him to feel so apologetic about it. But whenever you would shake your head, he would apologize some more which only made you sigh. 

You shrugged it off. It’s a little accident. No harm done. 

But you almost threw your phone when it notified a message from an unknown number. You sat up from your bed just to see the message clearly.

‘Hi, Y/N. It’s Yuta Nakamoto.’ 

‘I got your number from Yuna.’

‘I’m sorry about earlier.’ 

You weren’t expecting it. And maybe you were too surprised that caused your heart to crazily beat inside your chest. He should stop bothering about it. Why does he have to get your number and message you so suddenly? 

‘Please don’t be mad.’ 

‘I also still owe you from the small animal cafe.’

Why do you still keep him on read? You have to do something. Say something.

‘Do you maybe want to go back to the pet cafe?’ 

‘My treat.’

You have to reply something. 

You started typing words and deleting them. What should you tell him? That it’s fine. That he shouldn’t bother.

That if he continues this, you might fall for him. 

Then why are you standing outside the pet cafe while checking your hair from the reflection of the glass? Why did you wear a pretty blouse just to see him? 

Maybe you have fallen for him already. 

“Y/N,” he called and you turned to his way. “I’m sorry I’m late,” Yuta claimed and you shook your head, saying that you just came as well. “Let’s go inside.” He was standing in front of the door for a second before pulling the door for you. 

Wait, something is different from him. 

Once seated inside, he pulled out his wallet and placed it above the table. He started telling the waitress about the couple’s menu order flawlessly which made you stare at him in confusion. Something is indeed different from him. When the waitress left, he only stared at the hedgehogs by the cage with serious eyes. Maybe he doesn’t want to go on this date. Maybe he was just apologetic. 

You ate your meal in silence. If he doesn’t want to be here, you should just end this date faster. Wait, he never called it a date. It was only you. Maybe he doesn’t like you. Maybe he’s just apologetic. This feels so sad. You feel so bitter. 

“Y/N,” he called which made you look up at him. Yuta was pushing the container of cream and sugar to you. “Is the coffee alright with you?” You stared at the black coffee in your cup. That’s why it was bitter.

You timidly smiled. “It’s fine. I kinda want my coffee bitter today.” 

Yuta just nodded before you were engulfed in silence once again. The waitresses were glancing your way and you figured it must be because you and Yuta are so different than the couples who were inside the shop. The couple beside you were even smiling at how cute the couple coin purse is, an item you can get after the third time going to the cafe. “Do you want to go here again and get the coin purse?” 

You blinked at the question before looking away from him. “You don’t have to force yourself in going here with me.” He gave you a confused look. “You don’t…” You fiddled with your thumbs. “look very happy.”  

There was a familiar look on his face. An expression that you knew from him even if you just met him. He’s apologetic once again. “I’m sorry. Do I look like I’m not enjoying this date?” Wait. He said ‘date’, right? You weren’t imagining it. “I’m just super nervous.” 

Yuta gave a small smile and his whole facade relaxed. “I don’t want to mess up again in front of you. It’s embarrassing.” When he took the time to enter the door? Putting his wallet on the table? His serious face? All of it was because he doesn’t want to mess up in front of you? “I think you’re very pretty and your smile makes my heart crazy inside my chest.” No way! That was the same thing you felt for him. “I don’t want you to see me as someone stupid but all I do is mess up in front of you like a fool. I think I like you too much.”   

A smile escaped your lips. That is a confession, right? His expression looked surprised before he ruffled his hair. “That was my innermost feeling.” He slapped his lips, “I just told you my deep feelings. I’ve made of a fool myself again.” You chuckled at that. He’s so cute talking to himself like that. “I’m sorry,” He bowed his head, ruffling his hair in annoyance. “I’m spouting nonsense.”   

Can your heart even take this cuteness? “You’re so cute.” He looked up to stare at you, “I like you too Yuta but you are my best friend’s older brother.” 

“Is there a rule that we cannot date?” You shook your head. “And Yuna was the one who told me to ask you to this cafe again.” Wait. Yuna knows that her brother is the guy you met in this cafe? “And Mom warned that she’ll disown me if I break your heart.” You gasped, why is his family like that? “So can we still go on a third date and get the coin purse?” 

You nodded, staring at the poster pasted on the wall. “We should go until the tenth date and get that cute notepad.” 

Yuta inched closer, staring at the same poster you were looking at. “Why not aim for that small rabbit bag?” He gestured at the item you get after the twentieth dine-in. “Yuna would love that.” You know she wouldn’t. She hated cute stuff. 

But the idea that you still have a lot of dates with Yuta made you smile. 

"And maybe we can give the rabbit bag to our future kids."

A chuckle escaped your lips. He tucked a lost strand of your hair behind your ear, smiling lovingly. "My heart is doing flips again. I can't breathe."

"You are such a fool for me."

Yuta grinned. "You're a Goddess and I'm a fool. What should I do?" You laughed. Why is this guy so charming?

#yuta #yuta nakamoto #yuta nakamoto scenario #nakamoto yuta #nct yuta nakamoto #nct fluff #nakamoto yuta fluff #yuta nakamoto fluff #yuta fluff

[hotchgirlsummer]

sweet nothing ⤷ aaron hotchner x gender neautral!reader

summary ⤷ aaron hotchner was just about to sleep when his partner has some interesting musings to share. and instead of questioning them, he indulges them which pays off.

pairing ⤷ aaron hotchner x gender neutral!reader ; mentions of jack

warnings ⤷ none. fluff! tiny angst if you squint very hard

word count ⤷ 1.3k words

a/n ⤷ wow wouldja look at that my third submission for @hotch-central's Aaron Hotchner's birthday celebration,, like i mentioned in my earlier post i got covid so i have a wee bit more time to write as i'm stuck in isolation lmao. as usual, feedback is appreciated (especially since this is my first time writing with a gender neutral reader!) take care guys!

prompts are from @theprincessbt (though i did tweak it a little)

“I love your cute, crooked teeth.” “…..Thanks?”

 “Do you know your eyes glitter in the moonlight?” “Um…you mean shine?” “No, I mean glitter.”

“Can I tell you a secret?” That caused Aaron to place the bookmark on top of the page he was currently reading and closed it so he could direct his full attention to them as he nodded, “Of course, what’s on your mind, sweetheart?”

“I love your cute, crooked nose,” They stated with a toothy grin; this however just caused Aaron’s eyebrows to furrow the same way it would when they were met with a dead end during a case. He schools his features with a confused smile as he says, “Thanks?”

The furrowed eyebrows made an appearance once more when Y/N erupted in laughter as they snuggled into his side, hand reaching for his as they fiddled with his fingers before pressing a kiss to his chest, “Really? You just went with it? Didn’t even find it odd?” Catching along that they were just pulling his leg, he unclasped his hand in theirs and gently tickled both their sides, relishing in their giggles and squirms, “I, in fact, found it quite odd. And I shall investigate to get to the bottom of this!”

“I yield, I yield!” Y/N shrieked out as they were able to put a stop to the gentle assault Hotch’s fingers had launched on them. After catching their breath, they laid their head on top of Aaron’s chest and hummed, “I didn’t really mean anything by it, your nose is very cute, you know?” As if to further convince him of it, they stretched and placed a kiss on the tip of his nose before gently nibbling on it — which this time caused the unit chief to chuckle at their silly antics.

“Just wanted to bug you a little, ‘s all,” They sheepishly admitted and drew little shapes on his chest. “You could never bug me, sweetheart, you know that.” Came his immediate reply. It was often for the pair to constantly reassure each other’s anxieties — one thing Aaron greatly appreciated as he previously found himself drowning in his thoughts of insecurity. But with Y/N, he never had any moment of doubt that lingered for too long for they were always quick to ease his apprehensions.

“So what’s really going on in your pretty little mind, hm?” Aaron wondered as he kissed the tip of their nose and smiled softly. Shrugging their shoulders, they racked their brain for another way to distract him and they immediately jumped in, “Do you know your eyes glitter in the moonlight?”

“I think you meant shine, sweetheart,” Hotch corrected them gently as they chuckled when they had this firm pout of conviction that they were right, “No, I meant glitter.”

“The longer we’re having this conversation, the more convinced I am that you are sleepy,” Hotch concludes in his unwavering voice that was usually reserved for when he was out solving cases, not for when he was chatting up with the love of his life. But seeing how smiley they were when he used his sharp tone, indicating that they were not intimidated by it and instead found it attractive, caused him to mirror the happy state they were in.

“I’m not sleepy, babe. I promise,” They said as they absentmindedly drew shapes on his chest, Hotch relishing their gentle touch, “Well I am, a little. But I still want to stay up and talk to you.” They were so close to slipping up behind the real intention of why they were waiting for the clock to strike midnight. But Aaron was just worried that if they stayed up any longer, Y/N would be exhausted in the morning.

“Just go to sleep, sweetheart. I saw you snacking on Jack’s Halloween candies and you might be experiencing a sugar crash already.” This caused Y/N to scoff in offense as she lightly smacked his broad chest, “I only ate like 3 Kit Kats! I don’t think that warrants a sugar rush and a sugar crash!”

He only chuckled seeing them all riled up, trying to come across as stern but failing short as Aaron only found them utterly adorable. “I didn’t mean anything by it sweetheart,” Their thumb gently rubbed the side of their eye as if to emphasize his next point, “But I can see your eyes drooping. And I just don’t understand why you’re so against sleeping, sweet. We can keep talking tomorrow — or should I say later — you know?”

“But that’s too far away,” They whined as they took a peek at the clock and was delighted to see it was a mere two minutes and a half before midnight, meaning they would not have to stall Aaron for a long time, “Have I ever mentioned how much I loved your voice? Like, I think you can get away with doing an audiobook. Or maybe even voice acting! You did such a great impression of Darth Vader the other day that I thought James Earl Jones was the one talking!”

There was a faint blush on Aaron’s cheek and finding it endearing, Y/N stretched a little to kiss the blush on his cheek and nuzzled against him, “I’ve never thought of that, no. Perhaps a career to explore for when I retire?”

“As if you’d ever leave the bureau, we both know you have a marriage-like bond with the job,” They jokingly teased as they were able to notice a small flash of sadness in Aaron’s eyes but before they could reassure them it was made clear that it was not that as he said, “Well just say the word and I’ll form a marriage bond with you.”

Hardly able to focus on their words as they noticed that it was less than ten seconds before midnight, “Before we go saying our vows or anything like that, how about I just say this: happy birthday, my love.” This statement caused Aaron to whip his head to the side just in time to watch the clock read 12:00 and groan when he realized it was his birthday.

“Is that why you wanted to stay up late? To be the first person to greet me?”

Smiling when their boyfriend figured out the intention for their delaying tactics, they nodded proudly, “What took you so long to realize that, Mr. Profiler?” Hotch only chuckled as they cuddled them further into his side, “I don’t know if you’ve noticed but I’m not really the type to celebrate my birthday.”

“I don’t understand why you aren’t thrilled to celebrate your birthday, babe. I know it’s your birthday but it’s like you came into this world as a gift to many — well to Jack and I mostly, but you know what I mean,” Y/N explained which caused Hotch to smile widely when they explained why they value his date of birth so much. “I’m gonna let your little slide as long as you promise that you don’t have something too extravagant planned to celebrate.”

Y/N sat up to turn off the lamp that was on their bedside table before finally allowing sleep to slowly take over their body as they nodded against Aaron’s firm chest, “Nothing grand, I promise. But I do have about fifty-seven presents lined up for you.” A small smile — a bit mischievous the unit chief would later take note — settled on their lips as they fell into a deep slumber after fighting it off for a few minutes whereas Aaron could only shake his head as he knew no matter how hard he tried, they were the only exception to every rule he had. Placing one last kiss on their forehead before allowing himself to sleep too he spoke, “I love you, sweetheart.”

#happybirthdayhotch22 #aaron hotchner smut #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner fluff #aaron hotchner angst #aaron hotchner #thomas gibson #aaron hotch x reader #aaron hotch imagine #aaron hotch fanfiction #aaron hotch fluff #aaron hotch hotchner #aaron hotch x you #aaron hotchner x gender neutral!reader

[yanderend]

Male Yandere Demigod x Gender Neutral Reader

Nitai, The Deity ; First Encounter

Requested by an anon

It had been exactly a year since The Deity had started his whole 'I'm just a normal man' schtick, and he was already getting irritated.

He found it completely unfair that people were expected to show up for things on time— it should be accepted that he can take a week-long nap to recover from the last irritating human he had to deal with by conventional means, that stuff's exhausting!

Even with all the downsides, Nitai was enjoying his new friendships, and being treated equally within said friendships!

Sure, it was hard to hold back his impulses of using his powers around them, but it was worth it to get the authentic human experience!

There's one thing about his friends that he never related to, though; Their obsession with finding romantic partners. Nitai had felt romantic love before, but he'd never been desperate for it— it's never been a necessity.

That being said, when his companions set themselves up for blind dates, he can't help but be curious— Humans never cease to find new ways to make things more entertaining than they are, huh?

Before The Deity knows it, it's date night!

He puts on his coziest outfit and mentally prepares— he knows he already looks cute in a sweater, so he doesn't care too much about visual performance. It's just a gamble, meeting someone new, they could be boring! How awful would that be...

The Deity arrives at the venue and greets you with a smile.

The combined nature of his less-modern way of speaking and near unnaturally large stature already sets off questions in your brain.

On his end, he's quietly looking you over and evaluating all the little details. Your outfit is comfortable, and suits you well, the way your face emotes isn't too overwhelming for him, and your aura is surprisingly pleasing. He shouldn't be getting ahead of himself, though.

'Have you been on a blind date before, Nitai?' You ask at about the third question into your back-and-forth.

The Deity hums, thinking. 'No, not really. It is rather a new invention, isn't it?'

'I suppose?' You question yourself. 'I guess what I'm really asking is if you were anxious, coming to meet me?'

Nitai is caught off guard— he doesn't show it on his face, but he pauses for a little longer than usual.

'Oh, anxious? In a way... I was worried about getting bored.'

'That makes sense. You never know what kind of a person you'd meet, doing this, right?'

In the middle of this seemingly mundane conversation, you throw a genuine smile at him, and he's momentarily stunned.

He takes a sip of water, quickly averting his eyes from you. He feels heat rising to his face— What's gotten into him now?

It seems like every minute he spends with you the atmosphere changes, little by little. It feels familiar...

Nitai tries his best to ignore it, and the night goes on. He's just a little more interested in what you have to tell him than he'd expected.

The sound of your voice tickles him, he finds it cute; 'Like a rabbit,' he says.

You laugh at that, and he thinks to himself that your laugh is rather cute as well. It's almost a shame he can't be the only one to hear it.

Then it hits him: The familiar feeling, its power! Could you have some hidden ability, be some other deity's descendant? It has to be something... Maybe you're just a mortal that's actually worthy of him, who knows?

Eventually, the evening draws to a close, and you say your goodbyes.

'It was enjoyable dining with you, mor- uh... my dear?' The Deity cringes at his slip-up, avoiding your gaze.

'Are we at pet names already?' You tease, 'Okay then, oh beloved Nitai, it has been a pleasure going out with you as well. Maybe we can do this again sometime, yeah?'

The Deity nods, and you go your seperate ways.

On the journey home, that last line plays in his head again; "Oh, beloved Nitai."

He's not a fan of sarcasm, and would so very much like to hear it again, but only genuinely, and only from your mouth.

What to do, what to do...

—

Bonus: General Headcanons and Trivia

Despite sleeping all the time, Nitai has never had a dream! His powers don't control whether someone dreams or not, just rest as a whole.

The Deity is very particular about clothes, he finds dressing up fun! He refuses to wear any itchy fabrics, only soft and silky ones— at least his one-colour fashion sense isn't hard to buy for.

He's majorly unaware of most things going on around him, and the times you spend together only make that worse, with his eyes watching you he often walks right into things.

That's okay, though; If he gets hurt it's no big deal, because he gets to whine and complain until you give him aid and attention. That's the majority of his plan to win you over...

The Deity is manipulative, but not on purpose. He's just simple-minded, and if he notices any tiny reason to keep his angel by his side he'll take it.

The sun is setting? Let him escort you. It's raining out? Just don't leave! It's cold? Cuddle up! Oh it's your face that's cold? Kisses it is, then~

#The Diety #yandere oc #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere scenarios #yandere imagines #male yandere #yandere god #drabbles

[smilingangel582]

Afraid of nuthin'

Warning spoilers alert well until Heizou's hangout event and itto story quest

Ps. If u aren't a fan of tickling and friendly things that don't seem more your type and less bizarre, feel free to scroll down... thank you and enjoyyyy my loveliees!

(Lee!heizou and ler!Itto - featuring oopse... *clamps a hand on my mouth* It's a secret and a surprise ending)

***

"Heizouu!"

Startled by the booming voice outside of shimura's restaurant, the young detective Heizou almost spills his tea. It's the third time this month, at least... that Itto gets him to react so differently.

"Itto old chap... Maybe it's better to lower your volume down in public places. " Heizou squints with an assuring expression when the oni steps in almost slipping into a crashing speed at the fragile looking restaurant.

"Oopse, you got it my hombre," he salutes now, walking along with Heizou, who's in fact on his break but rather scavenging for some new intriguing mysteries under Sango's nose.

"Hey buddy," Itto speaks after a few minutes of strolling, probably out if boredom.

"Yes?"

"I'm interested... every instant I see ya, especially during the test of courage," Itto gestures comically as they walk outside Inazuma a bit "you don't seem scared of anything... right?"

Tricky... if he said yes, it would mean Itto will start a troublesome game of finding Heizou's fear, leading to trifling conclusions. Then if he says no... and admit he is. He'll have to spill the impossible. Truthfully, not even he knows what he's afraid... maybe when there will be a day that mysteries won't exist?

"Um... well Itto, I am a human so it might be dramatic to say I'm not scared..."

Either way as Heizou deduced Itto intends to investigate his fear.

Chuckling now "Well, say you are more fearless than an oni, but you are a wee human so I bet you are scared of something..."

Sighing Heizou shrugs and it took quite a while for Itto to even analyse and figure out anything.

Honestly, Heizou's job is still with him himself... no one can take his job. At least the traveller gladly isn't despite having exceptional skills.

"Maybe like me! Is it beans?"

"I'm a human not an Oni..."

Groaning even more Itto pouts a bit. Chuckling at the childish display of the large but kid oni, Heizou professes "Alright Itto, trust me... I'm afraid of somethings but I am not as brave as an oni... does that feel better?"

Oni grins but slightly accepting it. He turns to Heizou and then pokes side. "If I would say you certainly need to eat m-"

"H-hey!" Heizou arcs his back from the touch and backs off, tittering uneasily he states "Itto... space please..."

Curious oni is a dangerous oni, Heizou knew he's skilled to note that about him. Another poke but Heizou prepares by staggering back only to land on his back.

"Heizou? Are you perhaps ticklish?" A look of genuine delight in the discovery.

"H-huh why would you say that I-Itto?" Barely making eye contact.

The oni shrugs but helps him up and slightly offers a playful snicker, "ahh well my compadre you better watchout cause there is someone even scarier than an oni..."

"If you are referring to ghost-"

"Those too but!" He emphasises with a smirk, making Heizou connect the dots before Itto could get to the point. Gently trying to slip away, he stepped back, but Itto caught him without an effort by the arm holding it up as he began his conversation.

"You know who that guy is?"

Gulp, this is not good... if this oni really plans to tickle him, it's the end of his day.

Tactic one, distraction...

"Ah, look at the time... uh... my breaks over Itto... hehe, I better head ba-ahahack!" He poked his ribs now.

Failed... abort! Abort!

"Shikanoin Heizou, you will get a visit from the tickle monster!!" As if he never heard a single word from Heizou since that topic. Fingers immediately dug into his bare sides, beginning his attack properly.

Maybe he should consider a change of clothing since Lumine enjoys poking him here and there.

"Ahaha wahait aha, maybe hehe, I am ticklish buhuhut... ihihits nohohot ahaha feheheeear!" Pushing his hands off slightly averting his eyes to see if there's a crowd watching him struggle to escape a child oni.

Itto's strength is commendable when he pins both his small wrist above his head "Heizou, look here bro, fear of tickles is something everyone has tho some tend to enjoy it...buuut" his fingers lightly tracing his stomach now heizou feels determined to admit he's got a fear of the tickle monster -or rather tickle oni.

"Well you are a detective... might spill a thing or two... right?"

"Aahahahas ihihif a lihihittle tihihickling cahahahan dohoho thahahat!?? Noho, sir!" Heizou's right arm kept pushing him away though with no success.

"Oooooh" mistake, big mistake Heizou realised too late. Too late! He squeaks "NO! Wait!"

Bursts in immediate laughter when Itto tickles his under arms. Itto nods casually "I see, so you are not afraid of the tickle monster making you spill the tea... my bro, if you promise to say the word Onikabuto I'll let you go... but that means you will submit to this little interrogation method..."

Since when did this Oni became soo... evil? Or bad? Heizou was too busy struggling the tickles that are total torture under his arms. He shakes his head "SEHEHERIOUSLY IHIHIHITTOO NOHOHO MORE GAHAHAHAMES... LEHEHET MEHEHE UP!"

"Armpits huh?" Itto snickers enjoying this waaaay more than the victim. Heizou can't even tickle back due to the struggles he wasted. "Well tell me what's the password! Come on little guy... I'll let you go if you say that... hmmm?"

His fingers slowly crawl down, making Heizou giggle but laughing less, as they remain on their sides still tickling. He squirms and yelps "Ack! Ihihittooo! Plehehease!"

"Begging? Alright not so tough now wittle detective... you sure are cute for someone who's not afraid of nuthin'!"

Itto won't shut up. Is this for real? Is Heizou the detective resistant to any torture gonna go submissive against tickling? No way...

Heizou squeals now feeling the fingers crawl up again "AHAHA haha whahahahat thehehe?"

"Incyyy wiiincyyyy Oniii went uuup the ticklish sideees!"

"Nohohohot thahahaaat ohohoho myyy ahahahrchoons!" Heizou blushes furiously. Especially when Itto is singing this version very loudly for the whole town to hear. No! Just yhat alone is intolerable!

"AHAHAH ok ok!!!! Noho more singing!" He panics when the fingers swiftly reached his armpits not even tickling "OK! EEEHEHE IHIHI UHUHUHU OHOHONIKABUTOOO! I SAID IT I SAID IT!"

Itto burst into laughter now hitting his own thigh "Ohooo my! Yohou can't stand thahat can ya!"

"Uhuhunfair... it wahas embarrassing..."

"But you had fuuuun compadre??"

Looking at the excited oni he sighs with a giggle "OK ok... I did,"

"It certainly looked like it"

The familiar windy light voice makes Heizou's blood run cold. He turns to see the anemo vision holder Kazuha.

"K-k-kazuha! What b-brings you he-hear?" Heizou stammers immediately, blushing more at the sight of his former target and now close friend standing there with a fond smile. Smiling even eider Kazuha gestures to the crux fleet. "A trip back to my home again, of course, wanderers may wander, but i also wonder..." leaning forward over Heizou's face."What my dear friend is doing, as a detective that's intriguing..."

Itto applauds with sudden excitement but also getting their attention "My bro your poetic!"

"Why thank you... I see you discovered my friends weakness,"

Itto chuckles "Lil dude be going 'I ain't afraid of nuthin' so I found out he's scared of the tickle oni!"

Kazuha's airy light laughter suddenly draws the wind. "Whyy, he's adorable, isn't he... squealing at his age...?"

"Kaaazuuu, please..." Heizou grabs his hand to stop him, "Itto let's give Kazuha a tour, and we'll introduce you to his heroic actions. " he pulls him away instantly to avoid further vociferous teasing on him.

They were already leading ahead, and Kazuha poked him teasingly about the initial incident, making the detective more embarrassed.

Meanwhile...

"Waaaait..." Itto still ponders and murmurs."Such a familiar nameee, Kazu... kazuha... Kaeda... oh!" and then he runs after them suddenly, recalling"

"Mutso no hitotachi!!!! Waaaaait, I want to fight ya too! Wait, uppp!!!"

(A/N:Sorry about the spelling. I can't remember it... the end, thanks for reading)

#tickle fic #genshin impact #genshin impact tickle #cute #lee!heizou #ler!itto

[rinwritesfics]

Hanahaki

Plot: Omega convinces Crosshair he is coming down ill because he’s falling for you.

Warnings: Brief mention of worrying about getting sick, no actual illness.

Word Count: 900

Author’s Note: A silly little idea I had ages ago. Happy Valentine's Day!

It had crept up on him slowly. The realization, that is. He hadn’t figured it out right away because he thought you were an outsider, but when he saw you getting along with his siblings, he started noticing the interactions. Then, he started to notice how kindly you treated him. It was especially due to how you treated him. Before he knew it, you had become a constant in his waking hours – and in his dreams. He had begun to enjoy it. He had… no, he couldn’t admit it to himself.

Here you were on Pabu, just being yourself, and he was too focused on your eyes to commit to memory some of the things you were saying. The way the mid-morning sun made your irises shine, the little crinkles each time you smiled…. Eventually, the conversation was over, and you bid him and his sister goodbye.

Crosshair watched as you walked away, then turned back around. Omega got a grin on her face, one that was full of mischief, and he narrowed his eyes.

“What?” he asked gruffly.

“Crosshair,” said Omega, and her grin vanished in an instant. “Have you ever heard of Hanahaki Disease?”

Crosshair looked at Omega with boredom, but the confusion in his brow wasn’t completely hidden. Finally, he said, “No.”

Omega sat up straighter, worry suddenly in her eyes. She said, “It’s where you start to cough up flowers from unrequited love and you end up dying unless your love is requited.”

Brief panic flashed in his eyes before he leaned more against the Marauder’s outer hull. “That’s not real.”

Omega’s brow furrowed. “But it is. I saw it. I watched a young clone return from the battlefield coughing up flowers and dying in Nala Se’s lab after he fell in love on his first deployment. He died slowly and in excruciating pain.”

Hunter called over to her and she left his side to go see Hunter.

Crosshair furrowed his brows. It wasn’t real. There was no way plants – let alone flowers – could grow in your body. But she had been so earnest about it. And she was a child who had been in a scientist’s lab all her life. So, maybe her words had some merit to them, after all.

A couple days later, you walked past him and he felt an ache in his chest and a churn in his stomach. His eyes widened and he darted away.

He shook the discomforts off, not bothering to pay them any mind.

But then, it came. The tickle in the back of his throat. Panic surged before he started to cough and he turned tail and ran further, coughing once, twice, then a third time before he stopped running. He coughed again and again before he had cleared the tickle.

Maybe Omega was right…? No, she couldn’t be right. Even though his love was likely unrequited. After all, he wasn’t the type people would be willing to be in love with for the long run. It was impossible for anything like Hanahaki to happen. Right?

“Crosshair?” you asked, coming up behind him. He whipped around, unable to hide the panic or the tears in his eyes, either from the coughing or the panic. “Crosshair, what’s going on?”

He had to say it. It was going to kill him if Omega was correct. He had to say it.

“I love you, okay?! And I’m terrified because I’m coming down with what Omega calls Hanahaki Disease!”

Heat rose in his chest and panic squeezed at his throat. It was out there, and he couldn’t take it back.

Your face flashed between many emotions before you snorted. He scowled, his panic turning to horror as you began to giggle.

“Hanahaki? Crosshair, are you sure she said Hanahaki?!”

Frustration rose in him at your callous disregard for his life. “Yes! Why are you laughing at me?!”

You bit your lower lip, a small smile still on your lips. “I’m sorry, let me explain. She lied to you.”

He froze. “What do you mean?”

“Hanahaki is fictional. It’s a very specific romance trope, and does not exist. You aren’t going to violently vomit flowers.”

He let that sink in, the panic beginning to settle and embarrassment and shame starting to rise. His cheeks burned and tears began to form. He had fallen for it after all. He needed to leave. “Excuse me.”

“Wait, wait!” You grabbed his wrist.

“No! I’ve been afraid I’ll fall victim of some mysterious ailment just because I’m in love with you, and now I find it doesn’t exist and I’ve been foolish!” He pulled his wrist away from you and spun on his heel.

“No, I love you, too, Crosshair! Don’t go!”

He stopped again and that tiny spark of hope in his heart surged. “You do?”

You tugged him toward you by his wrist, and he looked at you. The hope in your eyes, soft smile on your lips… it was true.

“I do,” you said softly. “And despite my sadness you didn’t have a choice in when you admitted your feelings, I’m still happy we can be open with each other about it, now.”

A small smile formed on his lips and he stepped closer. He could see it, now. He could be with you. Touch you, hold you, kiss you. He loved you. And you loved him back. Everything was right, now.

Taglist (open!): @trixie2023

#tbb crosshair x reader #tbb crosshair #rinwritesfics fic

[foulbearobservation]

Ok, hear me out…

The piece of divinium in Cam’s neck is not just some random chunk of tarask bone. Chucking a sliver of tarask into somebody’s spinal cord would kill them; you need something still a tad human for it to work. It’s a piece of Lilith. Don’t ask me where Eurotrash Jesus got it, that doesn’t matter. What matters is that it’s Lilith penetrating Cam and fusing with her so the are inexorably connected forever and ever. Lilith speaking directly into Cam’s mind and firing all her nerve endings ecstasy of st. Teresa style.

(Lilith is all angsty about Cam not being able to consent/say no and Cam is just holy fuck do that again and I really need you to validate my madness on this one, please and thanks.)

This inspired smthn within me idk dude

On some level, Camila knows that The Bastard's Cross (capital T capital B capital C, all very important parts of her compartmentalization strategy) in her neck is connected to Lilith. She can always feel the other woman behind her, lurking like a shadow at the end of the hall.

Well. She usually can feel the other woman lurking like a living shadow. Right now she feels nothing.

Once upon a time she would be relieved, but that was then and this is now.

The phone in her hand buzzes, outgoing call to Lilith remaining unanswered.

"Come on, come on, pick up." She mutters, thumbnail worried between her teeth.

The line goes dead.

Lilith is probably fine, most of these FBC safehouses aren't a real challenge for a trained fighter much less a trained,,, Lilith.

She reaches her hand behind her neck, finding The Bastard's Cross on instinct alone. She presses down on it like you would a bruise, expecting a flash of pain.

Instead she gets an exasperated Lilith saying "could you stop yelling at me?"

Camila jumps up, knife in hand and back to the wall before her brain processes the stimuli fully.

Her room is still empty, window still cracked just slightly to let the nighttime breeze in. There's no smell of burnt glass that Lilith often brings with her, there's just Camila, The Cross, and the still night air.

"What the hell?" She breathes out.

"Aren't you still a nun?" Lilith's voice responds, rumbling comfortingly at the back of her neck. Camila was loath to admit it when she was being trained by the Lilith years ago, but her voice was endlessly calming in its steady, even affect.

"I—" Camila crosses herself, "it's complicated. Where are you?"

"The snake pit that is the FBC house you sent me to, obviously? They had a divinium reinforced door, interesting design, very brutalist." A slight pause, Camila imagines Lilith leaning against a wall, trying too hard to look cool. The mental picture is endlessly charming nonetheless. "Why were you yelling at me inside my own head?" Lilith asks.

Camila takes three centering breaths as she calms herself down. "I couldn't feel you, I was worried." The faint scent of cigarette smoke tickles her nose. "Stop smoking, it's bad for your health."

An indignant noise from Lilith. "How did you? Jesus, nevermind." Another slight pause, the smell of smoke goes away, replaced by a phantom heat at her fingertips. "I crushed it, happy?"

"I'd be happier if we had this conversation in person." Camila admits, softly.

"I have to wait for Sister Ruth to get here so she can take care of cleanup." Lilith's voice pitches down to a whisper and it tickles the back of Camila's head in a way that sends shivers down her spine. "You sound quite eager for me to get back."

"I—" Camila crosses herself again, old habits dying hard, "I am."

She feels more than she hears Lilith's shaky exhale. "Soon."

Soon turns into approximately three hours and fourty-seven minutes, not that she's counting.

She's on her third cup of coffee for the day, on her way back from the kitchen when The Cross tingles with adrenaline.

Lilith is behind her in an instant, the smell of burnt glass hanging off of her like an ill fitted jacket. Camila doesn't have time to turn around before Lilith's hand finds a home on the back of her neck.

Camila can't help the involuntary moan that slips out as soon as Lilith makes contact with The Cross. A small spark of blue light shines in the hallway, throwing their shadows into stark contrast.

Camila claps a hand in front of her mouth and moves away from Lilith, the other woman lets her go.

When she gathers herself and turns around, Lilith's expression is guarded, but curious. She allows Camila to pull her down the hall and into her room.

There they separate, Lilith by the door as if she would need it to make a quick exit and Camila awkwardly hovering in the middle of the room.

Silence stretches languidly before Camila exhales one quick breath. "Oh for the love of—" and lunges forward, pulling Lilith into a kiss by her lapels.

Lilith doesn't respond immediately and Camila is about to apologize when it seems the other woman's brain catches up with her, wrapping an arm around Camila's lower back and one tentatively on her neck. She tastes like gunpowder and nicotine and this is so so bad for so many reasons but Camila can think of none of them as she whispers "do it again, please."

#camilith #camila #lilith #listen I think it's fun if Lilith is super lame but super hot #camila should have an honest to goodness religious ecstasy moment when lilith touches her #as a treat #anyway the other draft of this had lilith shoving camila's head into the mattress while railing her and touching the cross #and it turned into a Whole Thing for both of them #I might write that someday too #but I like this!! I like pre relationship fluff where they're flirting / not flirting

[countrymusiclover]

5. Adult Talk...

Part 6

Texas Romance

@tyrionsprincess30

Mrs. Cooper was helping with a wedding for the church pastor. Missy and Sheldon were dealing with holding a chicken in their room. And Georgie's dad had done the talk with us. The day started off normal with Georgie and I went in his room reading one of my adventure books that he just had me read to him.

He had us laying on his bed, his fingers playing with my hair as I read aloud while laying on his chest. Georgie sat up once I'd finished the third book making me confused when he asked out of curiosity. "You wanna listen to music?" I put the book down sliding off his lap, as he slides off the otherside of the bed turning on his radio and finding a good music station.

He turns it up a little high and he holds his hands out for me to take with a boyish grin. I placed my hands in his letting him pull me off the bed to my feet. He wore socks but no shoes and I wore no shoes letting my feet feel the carpet as we danced around unknown to us that having his door closed meant bad things outside.

George's POV - Mr. Cooper 

Connie came in yelling at me, aiming a finger towards my son's door. I trusted Y/n, she seemed like a good girl and kept my reckless son in line. But my mother in law thinks otherwise. "They're teenagers if you wait any longer they'll be done."

I rolled my eyes going to his room making them sit on the floor. Apparently that wasn't good enough for connie. "Smart. Nobody ever got pregnant on the floor. Have you had the talk with that boy?"

I replied nervously. "About the thing that a father has with his son.."

Connie slams her beer on the counter. "It's important. What if he knocks that poor girl up. You like y/n because she keeps him out of trouble so I think you should want to look out for both of them!"

I fired back at her. "Is that a stab at me?" She took a drink snapping. "Well it depends..did you knock up my daughter and reunion her life. Oh wait I know the answer."

Connie made me go in his room to see Georgie and y/n tickling each other and reading magazines. Georgie sets his down as y/n froze. "Mr. Cooper, Memaw?" Connie holds a hand out for y/n to take. "The boys need to talk."

Y/n gets up shrugging to Georgie who rolls his eyes. The conversation between us got confusing so I called y/n in for backup. She sits on my side of the bed, looking at my boy. "Georgie what your dad is trying to say is...if we get together like all the way."

She points to her area then to him and puts two fingers together before she keeps going. "We have to be safe and try and not get me pregnant like he did your mom with you. No offense to either of you sir." She puts a hand on my shoulder as I nodded.

Georgie nods his head "ok dad - now please leave" I sighed leaving them alone.

Y/n's POV

Georgie and I ended our dance party to read his magazines. Shortly though I'm interrupted from reading my book by his hands going for my ticklish spots. I started laughing and trying to roll away from him but he ends up pulling me up on his chest holding me. I gripped his shirt and my hands ended up finding his so I started attacking him making him laugh too. I never knew I'd learn to love the sound of something so fast and in this case is Georgie's laugh. Of course he was cute and all but even he learned to like me more than just my appearance.

I cackle in unison with Georgie. "Georgie Cooper!" He laughed back. "Y/n L/n!"

The door opened for us to see Memaw and his dad who slowly came in as I got off his lap blushing. "Mr. Cooper...Memaw?" Georgie rolls his eyes as his dad says. "We need to talk". Memaw took my hand pulling me into the hall as I gave her a confused look.

"What's going on?" She took my hand in hers, explaining softly. "Y/n, you and Georgie are changing-" I cut her short waving my hands around. "Woah hold on. My parents already told me about this. Plus I know Georgie. He'd never force me."

She pulls me in a hug taking a sigh of relief. "Oh darlin'. Thank goodness." We pull apart before going to his room once again.

His dad sits on the bed, confused about what to say. Memaw whispered in his ear. "Let her explain it to him - she knows about it all already." I sat on the bed and Georgie understood what I said telling his dad to leave, finally I laid my head on his chest taking a breath.

"I can't believe they thought we would - you know?" He joked pulling me closer to him for a kiss. "I know right, I can't believe they thought I'd take advantage of my darlin'."

I kissed him back deeply as I sat on his lap, barely breaking the kiss to mutter. "Say it again." He asks looking deep in my eyes. "What?"

I rest my forehead against his lips. "Darlin', I liked the sound of it from you." He nodded his head before asking softly. "You wanna go watch tv?" I nodded yes getting off his lap and we headed to the living room.

Missy came into the room as Georgie and I sat on the couch watching Ducktales. She holds a red book in her hands as I turned the tv volume down to pay attention to her. "Can you help me. I don't understand my homework?" Georgie questioned out in the open resting his hands on his knees. "You're asking me? I don't understand my own homework."

I nudge him in his rib making him whine at me when I asked eager to help her. "What kinda homework is it, Mis?" She shows it to me groaning. "Grammar" I groaned remembering that I always forget the literary devices on tests. "Uh, Missy I'm not good at this. Georgie?" I tilted my head in his direction and he complained just wanting to watch tv.

"I ain't great with grammar y/n.." I directed for Missy to sit down next to him. She said simply. "Well grammar, Is just talking and we talk pretty good." The two of them sat and got confused which meant Georgie taking the remote from me. I ate some chips until Missy turned back clearly sad making me stop eating.

"Y/n, do you think we're stupid?" I stumbled "Missy no. You and Georgie just learn different...everyone does."

Georgie fires back clearly annoyed about his brother's smarts. "Sheldons in college right now and we can't figure out your homework, what'da you think?" Missy gave me sad eyes mostly speaking to her brother. "Sometimes I tell myself that we only look stupid because he's so smart"

Georgie glanced my way and his eyes read 'I need to prove I'm not stupid' "Gimme the book." He tell her determined. I grinned as he took her English book when she sat down.

I laid my head on his shoulder as they started doing the work. Missy joked when they learned what a verb was making me laugh a little. "We suck at homework". Georgie taps my thigh with his pencil making me focus on him. "The first sentence on your homework is 'most people in the country'"

Missy and I both say together. "I don't see an action word". I smiled when Missy announced slightly happy "Georgie, y/n. I don't think this is a sentence."

Georgie handed her the book and pencil to fix it, encouraging her in an adorable way. "Put a verb in their girl". He lays an arm around me as I hugged him gently grinning big.Later we were in his room just laying on his bed cuddling in silence before a note was slipped under his door. I sat up seeing it making Georgie sit up too. He got off his bed picking it up to reveal Missy's homework with a 100% at the top.

I dangle my legs off the bed asking out of curiosity. "What is it, Georgie?"

He hands it to me and a smirk meets my lips at hearing Missy outside the door. "Did you cry when you saw it?"

Georgie glanced at me as I held my hand over my mouth to conceal my laughter caused by his little sister. "No"

Missy asks in a high pitched voice. "Why not?"

Georgie tells her annoyed. "Because it's not that big of a deal". I couldn't stop the words from coming out as I playfully grinned at the boy I'm dating as he placed it on his wall with a small tack. "Not a big deal, huh Georgie."

He shook his head no saying I wasn't helping him hide the fact. "Did you hang it on your wall?" Missy's voice called through the door and I flopped back on his bed cackling in laughter.

Georgie told her as she kept singing it on the other side of his bedroom door. "Get out of here!"

He comes over to me, sitting beside me as I keep laughing until he tells me amazed at himself. "I got an A, y/n" I finally controlled my laughter to roll on my side to face him, grinning big. "I shouldn't say this but...I told you so."

He rolled his eyes pulling me up on his lap to kiss me playfully. "Come'ere, darlin'." I smiled poking him lightly. "Ok my smart texan" We fell back on the bed making out along with laughs. 

Comments really appreciated ❤️

#texas romance #georgie cooper x reader #georgie cooper #montana jordan #george cooper #mary cooper #missy cooper #young sheldon meemaw #sheldon cooper #meemaw #teenage romance #high school best friend #young sheldon #the big bang theory #wattpad fanfiction #comments really appreciated

[nhasablogg]

Surprise tickled

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Characters: Reid, Morgan, Hotch, Garcia

Summary: Reid has a bit of a violent reaction when he gets surprise tickled.

A/N: Just three different scenarios that combine Reid getting startled with tickles as well as a little mini character study of him. I could write a second part that involve JJ, Prentiss and Gideon if there’s any interest!

Words: 2.2k

(Read it on ao3)

Sometimes Reid disappeared after cases. Not physically. Physically his body was there, sitting cross-legged on his chair, hunched over by his desk, leant back in one of the jet seats. Usually his hand was frozen on his chin, a stereotypical image of someone thinking and thinking hard that most likely was just an exaggerated act to showcase some sort of intellectual authority. But the BAU knew it wasn’t an act. Knew that sometimes details of a case, whatever it might be, etched themselves onto Reid’s mind and refused to leave him in peace.

And so he disappeared, deep deep in thought.

“He’s zoning out again,” Morgan said, although Reid couldn’t hear him where he was. He was in the jet this time, a place reserved for various post-case reactions without the space of judgment from anyone. The jet was simply a sanctuary for their most human emotions that they had to shove so deeply away in their subconscious. For Gideon it meant a game of chess or cards. For Prentiss it meant a nap, for Morgan music, for Reid a book. That was how they knew a case had stuck out to him, when his fingers hadn’t reached for the all too familiar paper they could sometimes see him caressing absentmindedly.

This being a judgment-free haven didn’t mean that they didn’t also worry.

They all collectively glanced back at him, watching the way his gaze was stuck on the wall across from him, just above Hotch’s shoulder. Maybe he’d been watching him play cards against Gideon before his thoughts had wandered off. Maybe that was simply the most natural place for his gaze to fall.

Prentiss asked, “Is he okay?” because she was the newest member and didn’t know how to interpret this yet. If this was Reid spiraling or Reid coping.

And quite frankly sometimes not even Gideon knew.

“Reid?” Morgan, who was sitting next to him, leaned closer. “Kid, you okay?”

Reid seemed to notice his attention and let his eyes slowly slide toward his direction. “Sorry, what?”

“There he is,” Morgan said with a smile. “You zoned out. We just wondered if you were okay.”

They didn’t always disturb him, but he hadn’t done this in a while, and it had gotten really bad after Tobias Hankel. Only now he was at the very least openly zoning out and not hiding in corners.

Reid blinked. “Oh. I’m fine, sorry-”

“There’s no need to apologize.” Morgan patted his arm, because that was just what Morgan did. Morgan reached out and touched even if you thought you didn’t deserve the warmth. “But you’d talk to us if anything bothered you, right?”

Reid blinked again, a sign that he wasn’t fully there yet despite the ongoing conversation. “Uh huh.”

“Why don’t I believe you.”

Reid blinked once again, third time being the charm as they watched him snap back into the present, at least for a moment. “I’m fine, Morgan, I promise.”

“Uh huh.”

“Hey, don’t quote me to me.” He laughed, something brief, something breathy and so utterly wonderful to hear that the whole plane collectively relaxed.

Morgan pointed at him. “Don’t think I didn’t notice you avoiding my previous question. But fine, I’ll let you off the hook for now.”

And so Reid disappeared again, once Morgan’s attention left him, only now the team kept an eye on him anyway, racking their brains for what details of this case might have gripped onto him so stubbornly that he sat and stared off into nothing for half an hour, legs crossed and a hand absentmindedly curling around one strand of his admittedly pretty long hair.

In the end Prentiss slept, Gideon and Hotch played cards while JJ watched, and Morgan watched Reid with music in his ears.

“We land soon,” Hotch said later, looking at Reid who was still staring off into space. “Reid. Buckle up.”

No response.

“Reid.”

“Hey, kid.” Morgan leaned forward, poking his side. We’re landi- oh my god.”

Reid had jerked at the contact, his arms flailing out so suddenly he accidentally slapped Morgan’s face when he didn’t move out of the way quickly enough. “Jesus, Morgan.”

“What the hell was that?” Morgan asked, something hysterical to his voice. He was nearly laughing, clearly unsure of how to react. “What was that sound?”

For Reid had let out something high pitched (a squeal? a cry?) that made the whole jet jump. Honestly, they were lucky if the pilot didn’t accidentally crash.

“You startled me,” he replied, but he was suddenly blushing and Morgan seemed to forget all about his stinging cheek.

“Oh right, you’re ticklish,” he said with a laugh. “I had totally forgotten about how you react when surprise tickled.”

Reid’s blush, somehow, intensified. “Oh my god, stop. Do we land soon? Please tell me we land soon.”

Hotch, who was fighting back a rare smile, nodded. “We do. Buckle up.”

Reid did, not looking at anyone until Morgan reached out to poke him again, this time earning merely a squirm and a groan.

It had started a few months ago, when Prentiss had touched his side, probably out of habit more than anything, and Reid had flung his favorite cup into the air and watched it crash with a laugh dying on his lips. In the midst of the chaos and asking what the hell just happened it was revealed that Prentiss had accidentally tickled him and his first instinct had been to do, well, whatever that was.

It was safe to say he didn’t really get much peace after that. It was especially effective when he was zoning out, although they didn’t do that often. He usually needed the time to dissociate to bounce back properly after a case. Not that Morgan regretted it this time, especially not once he couldn’t feel any pain from Reid’s slap anymore.

*

Sometimes, when nervous or restless or thinking much too hard, Reid would fidget. Not just the usual bouncing of the leg or the tapping of fingers, but full body fidgeting, where his chair would be swiveling and his arms would be swinging and his mouth would be mouthing inaudible words. It was entertaining to watch him have these invisible conversations with himself, but sometimes (okay, most times) it was way too distracting and so they needed him to rein it in just a bit.

“Reid.” It wasn’t usual that it was Hotch who tired first. He was patient, as long as it didn’t affect their work, and Reid swiveling in his chair while actively trying to figure something out was a gray zone where he had to choose between interrupting his thought process or not being fully able to think himself.

“Reid,” he said again, rubbing at the bridge of his nose. “Could you be still for a second please?”

Reid grabbed the table to still himself. “Sorry,” he said sheepishly.

“It’s okay, I just-”

“I was distracting you.”

“A little, yes.” Hotch shot him a ghost of a smile, which Reid held onto so visibly desperately he nearly shattered it. “Do you have anything?”

Reid took a breath. “Well-”

As he went through his first couple of thoughts on the victimology he started fidgeting without noticing, his knee bouncing and his hands doing much more of the talking than his mouth. Hotch didn’t mind; Hotch barely noticed it himself now.

“That sounds plausible,” Gideon said from the other side of the table.

Reid shrugged. “I’m not fully convinced that-”

More talking. More fidgeting. It was a different type of fidgeting than when he was nervous, distinguishable only due to how loud the movements were, rather than continuous repetition. Hands moving in circles, chair moving back and forth a couple of times, like he was trying to grip onto something not fully developed yet.

“Reid, Reid, breathe,” Hotch was saying now, for the kid was working himself into a rambling panic, visibly disliking not understanding something. Hotch reached out when Reid didn’t stop, touching his knee partly because it would stomp a hole into the floor soon, but also because it was easier to grab than Reid’s swinging hands.

He nearly got a mouthful of those hands anyway, accompanied by a yelp as Reid scrambled to get away from him. It shouldn’t have surprised him - he knew of Reid’s ticklish reactions, only he hadn’t expected a touch so small to tickle at all.

“Woah, woah, hey,” he said, holding out his hands. “I’m sorry.”

“Oh my god,” Reid stammered out, suddenly standing. “I’m sorry.”

“I forgot,” Hotch continued, smiling despite himself. He caught Gideon’s eye, who was visibly trying not to laugh.

Reid shook his head. “This is ridiculous.”

“It can’t be helped. We need to learn not to startle you.”

“I literally knew you were there.”

“But not that I would touch you. That’s on me.”

Reid averted his gaze, his cheeks pinkening. “I-” He cut himself off, squinting at the board. “Wait, I got it.” He grabbed his notebook, looking between it and the board. “I think I figured out the connection.”

Gideon clapped his hands once. “Maybe we need to tickle you more often then,” and Reid only looked like he wanted to disappear for a second before launching into his now mostly fully formed thoughts.

*

Reid became a giggler when drunk. It was both endearing and hilarious.

Garcia was enabling him of course, leaning closer as he tried to tell a story only for him to crack up at her face. She was a bit tipsy too, both of them three margaritas down and producing the best entertainment for the rest of the team that night.

“Calm down,” Morgan was saying, meaning Garcia more than Reid. “You’ll hurt yourself.”

“Oh, I’m fine, my sugar,” she replied, waving her hand at him. “But come, you should dance with us.” She started pulling at Morgan’s hand.

“Is that what you’re doing?”

“Oh, ha ha.”

“Did you know that there’s archeological evidence of dance on old Egyptian tomb paintings,” Reid piped up, being heard only because they were at Morgan’s and therefore the music wasn’t too loud.

“Of course we knew that. Didn’t we, Garcia?”

“Oh, yes, of course.”

Reid rolled his eyes, but he was grinning, archeological evidence that he was drunk. As was Garcia. Morgan didn’t hate it.

“Well, if we’re gonna dance I’m gonna need to see those hips move,” he told them, standing. “Come on. Both of you.”

“No,” Reid whined. “You know I can’t.”

“I think you’re just too scared to make a fool out of yourself to properly try,” Morgan replied, grabbing his wrist. “Come on, up.”

“Morgan, no, I can’t-”

“Come on, boy wonder,” Garcia said, grabbing his other wrist. “Live a little.” Reid allowed himself to get pulled up, now giggling through his protests. “Oh, you’re so cute,” Garcia said with a grin, reaching out to pinch his cheeks.

Reid tried to evade her hand, flushing. “Oh, stop.”

“Oh, but she’s right, pretty boy,” Morgan said, reaching for his other cheek. “So cute.”

He groaned. “You guys are terrible.”

“You love us,” Garcia said, ruffling his hair. “Now dance.”

“I can’t just do that on command! No,” he said, pointing at Morgan. “Don’t even think about saying it.”

Morgan held up his hands. “Unfairly accused is what I am.”

Somewhere around them was their team, maybe talking, maybe sipping on a drink quietly. They weren’t sure, much too busy in their own interaction. Morgan shoved Reid semi-impatiently to get him to move further into the room, the song switching to something fun, the beat pumping through their bodies in a way that should’ve made it easy for them to dance. Only as Garcia and Morgan started moving Reid merely started giggling.

“I’m sorry, I can’t,” he was saying, palms up and facing them.

“Yes, you can,” Garcia said, reaching for him again.

“I’m gonna embarrass myself in front of everyone.”

“No, you won’t, just trust me.”

“Just follow my lead,” Morgan said, but Garcia, impatient, reached to grab his hips. “Just move them- oh my god!”

Reid, poor Reid, jerked away so suddenly at the contact that he nearly, somehow, knocked all of them to the ground with his flailing arms, taking two steps back and tripping over the carpet, officially hurting himself for the first time during a moment like this rather than someone else.

“Well, at least you managed to move your body,” Morgan said (once he’d finished laughing).

“Spencer, I’m so sorry!” Garcia was crying out (Morgan probably needed to cut her off after this) and trying and failing to help him up.

“I’m fine, I’m fine,” he said, leaning back against the floor. “Let me just die here.”

“Maybe we can use this to our advantage, you know,” Morgan said. “Tickle you so that you attack our UnSub or something.”

Reid started laughing, covering his face with his hands. “Please don’t.”

“Oh, but I think we should- Oh my god, baby girl, he’s fine.” Garcia had crouched down on the floor, her hands hovering vaguely over him. “He’s just super ticklish, he’ll be okay.”

“Hey,” Reid groaned. “You’re making it worse.”

“I’m so sorry, Spencer,” Garcia said, suddenly grabbing his hips again. “I didn’t know.”

Reid, not getting caught by surprise this time, started laughing harder, his giggles laced in panic as he tried to push her off of him. “Wait, no, please-”

“How can you ever forgive me?”

“Garcia, please don’t-”

That was about when Morgan caught sight of Garcia’s grin. He let out a laugh. What a night indeed.

#tickling #ticklish!spencer reid #criminal minds #criminal minds fic #tickle fic #n writes #surprise tickled

[neuroprincess]

Criminal Minds - First Date + First Kiss (Preferences)

Classification: Fluff

Pairing: Alex Blake, Elle Greenaway, Emily Prentiss, Jennifer Jareau, Penelope Garcia and Tara Lewis

Warnings: None

Word count: +1000

Alex Blake

- You were welcomed by the team and they celebrated the arrival of the new member with an evening party at the bar, but the two of you were so engrossed in each other's company that you barely enjoyed the celebration, talking about the shared past and your years living out of the country. After a few hours you eventually left the party and she took you to her house where she prepared a homemade meal, Alex couldn't take her eyes from you as enjoyed the food. "I missed you." she says simply and shrugs her shoulders "You enjoyed Ita..." You interrupt Alex and bring your lips together in a spontaneous kiss, she doesn't kiss back immediately so you assume she doesn't return the feelings and try to move away only to be pulled by the linguist into a passionate kiss.

Elle Greenaway

- Your cousin left with her friends earlier than expected and Elle invited you to spend the night with her in town, you readily accepted, wanting to enjoy what Washington has to offer. After many tequilas, loud music, drunken conversations and games, she took you back to the hotel, the both of you can barely stand up from how drunk you are and end up tangled on the room carpet in a tickle fight. "You know, I used to like arguing with you, it was fun." the agent spoke up as the two are tired, lying down next to each other. "Is this your way of finally confessing that you like me?" you asked jokingly, she seemed to tense up before laughing and nodding. "Well, I like you too, Elle." you whispered and turned your face to face the brunette, then kissed her, slowly and nonchalantly.

Emily Prentiss

- You exchanged phone numbers at the hospital and after weeks of texting and calling before bedtime, she invited you to dinner, but your two professions caused this event to be postponed dozens of times, there was always a last minute case or an emergency birth. And that was fine, you both understood your respective responsibilities. Until one Friday night when, after returning from a long and difficult shift, you meet a certain brunette at your apartment door, holding several bags of food from your favorite restaurant and a bottle of wine. The fact that she remembered little details like your favorite restaurant made your heart warm and the burden of work forgotten in seconds. You just walked up to and kissed her, a light touch on the lips, a lingering kiss before you pulled away as you realized what just did. "I'm sorry." was the only thing you could manage to say, not having the courage to look at her face. "Well, I was hoping for the third date, but..." she whispered and cracked a big smile, you blushed, taking courage to finally lift your eyes to meet the agent with a smug and excited expression. "Please, do it again."

Jennifer Jareau

- She visited you almost every day but a new case came up the day before the doctor released you, she lamented this and texted that she would make up for it. A few days later the blonde showed up at your door, with a bouquet of lilac roses and a box of chocolates. You invited her to dinner and Jareau insisted on helping you in the kitchen, mainly because of your current physical condition, but also to be able to spend quality time by your side, during your stay in the hospital you two had created a special bond. And this scenario repeated itself several times after that, occasional dinners became lunches and this led to an afternoon baking bread together. "Y/N, there's some dough on your face." she said casually, you tried to wipe it off and ran your hand several times trying to get the dirt off, failing miserably, drawing laughter from Jennifer. "Here, honey." she moved closer and ran her thumb along the edge of the apple of your cheek, too close, irresistible, then the blonde closed the distance pulling you around the waist and bringing your lips together in a sweet and gentle kiss.

Penelope Garcia

- When she invited you to the bar you thought it was an official date and were disappointed to find yourself with the BAU team, but you enjoyed the company and had fun with them, especially Luke, who taught you how to throw dice. Garcia regretted at the time to invite her co-workers, but panicked when you accepted the invitation to go out together again. Hours later, the two of you are in her orange cadillac, chatting in front of your house not wanting the night to end. "Do you like Luke?" She asked suddenly, jealousy eating her up inside after witnessing the chemistry you and he had. You just denied with your head and she continued "And are you into someone else?" You nodded and before she could have any reaction, you moved closer to her and kissed the corner of the hacker's lips. "Pen, you are so smart for some things and so slow for others." The blonde cracked a bright smile and turned her face to kiss you properly, giving you a passionate and needy kiss, something she had wanted to do since she met you.

Tara Lewis

- You enjoyed the evening gossiping, drinking wine, venting about bad times and bonding, it was so nice to talk to her outside the bubble of patient and psychologist politics, you ended up sleeping on the couch with her while you guys watched some random reality show. The next week she picked you up after work with that amazing vintage car and drove you to a park where she had organized a picnic (with David's help) in the evening, a variety of snacks, delicacies and wine. "There are a few parts missing, but I'm almost finished restoring the Mustang 66, we can drive around if you'd like." You smiled unconsciously as you saw her so excitedly talking about cars, finding it adorable how dedicated and passionate about it she is. "I'd love to." and on an impulse you moved closer to her, bringing your lips together in a lingering kiss. The taste of wine still present on her soft lips, her hands wandering to your face, stroking your hair as she asks permission with tongue to enter, when it happens she pulls you into a real, gentle and passionate kiss.

#criminal minds #criminal minds fanfic #alex blake x reader #elle greenaway x reader #emily prentiss x reader #jennifer jareau x reader #jj x reader #penelope garcia x reader #tara lewis x reader #female reader #preferences

[emjae]

we'll be alright

alucard x gn!reader

takes place in the szn2 finale of castlevania when alucard bids sypha and trevor goodbye. luckily, he won't be guarding castlevania and the belmont hold alone.

1.6k words

tw: much fluff, angsty ending, sypha refers to you as "them" once, descriptions of dracula's death, trevor has like,,, barely any lines, alucard crying bcs thats how i roll AND function, pre-established marriage, yes he's your husband bcs i said so, errr one middle finger from yours truly but thats about it

"Are you sure you don't want to come with Trevor and I?" Sypha asks you for the third time today, obviously hoping you'd change your mind, say yes, and jump into the carriage. With a hearty laugh, you shake your head.

"For the last time, Belnades, yes. And I'll be fine, trust me," you smile softly, your hands in hers. The ginger frowns but nonetheless respects your decision. She pulls you in for a tight hug and bunches your shirt in her smaller hands as she buries her face into your chest. Your smile grows softer as your hands rest behind her head. "Take care of that stinky son of a bitch for me, yeah?"

The Belnades pulls away with a laugh and wipes away a tear with a small nod. "Alright. While I do that, I trust that catty son of a bitch for me." The both of you laugh, grabbing the attention of Trevor and Alucard who had their own conversation a few feet away from the both of you. "I'll have a word with Alucard for a moment. Again, take care," Sypha smiles, a gesture you return.

You watch as she took off to push Trevor aside harshly to talk with Alucard. A hearty laugh leaves you as the larger man walks over to you with a grumble, deciding to occupy himself by packing the last of their cargo.

Joining him, you lean on the carriage while watching him struggle to do the simple task. Trevor always amused you.

"It's going to be hard getting used to you and Alucard not hissing at each other every five minutes," you hum. Trevor grunts as he finally gets the two bags in the cart. He sighs and drops his arms to his sides and gives you a look; one of confusion.

"We've been together for days. I don't get where you're coming from," he mumbles, uncharacteristically fidgeting with his fingers. You copy his confused look.

"Yeah, well. Both of you wouldn't stop slapping each other's hands like a bunch of bitchy, young girls," you snort. "It was easy getting used to that, but I doubt it'll be the same for when you and Belnades are gone.

The Belmont stares at you for a moment before looking away. He mutters something under his breath—something you luckily caught.

"Yeah, I guess I'll miss you too."

You break into a wide smile before a snort stops you. You did your best to fight a laugh at Trevor's out-of-character confession but very visibly, and audibly, failed. Another loud laugh escapes you, one that had you stomping your feet and hitting the frame of the carriage as you doubled over; stomach and cheeks and throat aching with tears glossing over your crinkled eyes.

Trevor huffs and averts his gaze, obviously embarrassed by your outburst. From behind him, Sypha and Alucard peer over to see you gasping for breath on the ground. Never have they ever seen you laugh like an invisible entity was tickling you mercilessly. It was definitely a sight. Sypha throws Alucard another one of her soft smiles before running over to you.

"Yeesh, Trevor. What did you say that made them like . . . this?"

"Nothing, don't mind it. Just get on," he rolls his eyes and offers you a hand, one you took while still hysterically laughing. The former noble walks over to the opposite side Sypha sat, grabbing ahold of the reins.

Just when a cough tickled your throat, the blond half-vampire walks over to pat your back. With a relieved sigh and a thank-you, you place your hand in Alucard's while he guides you over to Sypha's side of the carriage.

The Speaker and you watch as Trevor waved a bye to the blond next to you only to receive a middle finger from the said man. Your stomach had already hurt from laughing so much, so all you could do was snort at the interaction. Sypha, on the other hand, giggled.

"Ah."

"Fuck you."

All four of you let out one final laugh together before Trevor turned to look ahead. He raises the hands that gripped the reins before bringing them down abruptly. "Come on, boy."

You and Alucard listened and watched as the horses clopped away, a linger of a sad gaze fixated on the back of the carriage. A calloused hand grips your shoulder softly when Trevor reaches out his hand to the side to wave you two once more before retracting it.

A sigh leaves you. Not one that would escape you after a good laugh, or a refreshing drink, or a fulfilling meal. No. For once, it was one of sadness.

You didn't know Belmont and Belnades for very long, but you—all of you became good friends over time. Defeating Dracula wasn't easy, especially for you and Alucard. The man was a bit of a father figure to you. You saw through his death with your husband. You watched your husband drive the bedpost deeper and deeper into your in-law with a scowl and wide eyes. You watched the stake pierce through the black cloak your in-law always wore.

Despite being a vampire yourself and never feeling cold, a shudder thrummed throughout your entire body. At that moment, you could hear and feel your heartbeat. When you walked towards Dracula's unmoving body to see no signs of life, you looked up to Alucard with wide eyes. He had the same expression.

My boy. Dracula barely whispered when he realized all three of you crash-landed into Alucard's childhood room. My boy and my dear girl.

The greatest gift you ever gave to me, he whispered as he turned to the portrait of Lisa, your mother-in-law. And I'm killing him.

Slowly, he trails his eyes to you; the eyes that were drained of bloodlust but now of realization and horror. Horror that he was killing his only two children.

You shake your head, forcing yourself out of your reverie. Looking ahead, the vehicle Sypha and Trevor had boarded was nothing but a dot at the end of the road. You look up to Alucard who stared at the ground, unmoving.

You shifted so you'd take up his vision instead of the gravel below you two, making the dhampir smile. "Why don't we just head back to the castle, hm? We have quite a mess to clean up," you whisper, running your thumb over his cheek. The small gestures you did was something Alucard always found endearing.

He nods with a smile before taking your hand in his, making a beeline towards the castle.

Your trip was quiet, brisk. You'd often look over to check on your beloved, only to see him deep in thought, eyes blankly watching Castlevania inch closer and closer, grow bigger and bigger with every step

When the two of you finally made it to the entrance now rid of the dead bodies (but not of the clutter), you let Alucard walk ahead of you. You walked a step slower than him and stopped when he did. He kept his yellow gaze on the staircase for a few minutes before grabbing your hand. He ran his own along the railing as you two ascended, striding to Dracula's study, side-by-side, hand-in-hand.

"Is this how the castle felt to you," he whispered, as if asking the ghost of his father, "before my mother first arrived at your door?" You frown at this, gripping his hand tighter. He returns the action back in less than a heartbeat.

Alucard enters the study first, fixing his mother's fallen portrait and setting the velvet chair up to face the door and its frame that you leant on. You decided to fix the books which had fallen off of the shelves, leaving your spouse to his own devices.

The room was quiet. Deafeningly so that it made your ears ring. Despite having the books and shelves to distract you, your husband still lured you to look away from your chore to look at him.

A shaky sigh resounded in the room, and it wasn't yours. Swiftly pushing a book into the shelf, you catch sight of Alucard crying.

You take in a sharp inhale as you run over to kneel in front of him, wiping his tears. Your husband keels over to hide his vulnerable self behind his blond hair and pale hands, hoping that you'd maybe leave him alone.

But the both of you knew that's not what he wanted.

Sobs and gasps leave and enter him, shaking his entire body like a fragile leaf fighting against the harsh winds. Standing up, you tower over him and wrap your arms around him—his own darting around your waist.

Your dear, heartbroken husband cried against your stomach, wanting to skip ahead of time to where he's over his father and his mother's death. Maybe even his own—the death of a child who was once so bright and excited; a child who once had parents; a child who was innocent.

Tears spilled over your own eyes. Even you were unable to keep it together for your husband. He could feel you try to hold in a sob—a task that sounded so easy but was only easy to fail. Your hands curl around the yellow locks of Alucard's both of you weeped in mourning.

You let yourself melt onto his lap, placing his head on your shoulder for him to cry on. "We'll be alright," you whisper. "Not now." A kiss was placed on Alucard's pale temple. You let your lips linger there while you mumbled, "but soon. In a while—perhaps a long, long while." Another sob shakes Alucard, but that only makes you hold him tighter, closer. "But we'll be alright."

#i kind of teared up but hey #FEEL MY PAIN #alucard #alucard tepes #alucard x you #alucard x reader #adrian tepes #adrian x reader #adrian x you #castlevania #castlevania x you #castlevania x reader #trevor #trevor belmont #castlevania sypha #sypha #sypha belnades #dracula tepes #vlad dracula #gender neutral reader #fluff #angst #oneshot