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drunk on you (part two) || Rick Grimes (TWD) × gn!reader (no apocalypse!AU)

rick grimes taglist: @golden-hoax @mgparker

Part 1

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Summary: You'd known Rick forever, as far back as freshman year. He was a guy you (if you were honest) had a crush on; there was just something in his stance and the low drawl of his voice. You'd say that feeling only got worse from there. Before you could blink, he was married and had a kid; and suddenly, despite your best efforts, you felt very out of place. You faded out of his life, and he yours. So when Rick shows up at your door (drunk out of his mind) about 5 years after the last time you spoke to him, you have a lot of questions.

TWs: divorce mention, alcohol, making out, and shameless flirting.

[[A/N: girl get ready. WEDDING TIME!!! Also, I am about to create Rick Grimes's mother as a character in this one, so... I know Southern mothers, you'll see. Enjoy :))]]

Soon after you reunited with Rick, you got the wedding invite in the mail. All curly letters and shiny details, you wondered briefly just how fancy it would be, and the dress code-

You made a note to ask Rick before the day.

You'd been seeing a lot of him recently, he either asked you to come to his city or just showed up in yours.

You'd shown him a few different places, (you'd gone to a café, one with cheesy puns that you, ashamedly, laughed at. Rick had only smiled, and shook his head, "Adorable." You weren't sure what exactly he was talking about, but something in you had a clue), and even some of your favorites.

You weren't sure why you wanted to share so much with him, but it felt natural.

He'd even met some of your new friends ("That Rick?"), and they had promptly horrendously embarrassed you. (He is handsome, you were right, Y/N.) Rick couldn't get enough of that day, laughing and smiling with your friends -but you did catch his cheeks turning rosy when they brought up your... compliments.

It made your heart stutter in your chest.

And then, he'd brought Carl to meet you again. Rick was terrible about just showing up at your place unprompted, so you were not ready for it. But somehow you slotted right in.

"You know I held you as a baby, right?"

Carl blinked up at you like he was processing the information, and maybe trying to recognize you, "I think I remember you."

He seemed to only remember that you were constantly playing with him, and even pulled out some old toys you recognized. Ones that were apparently super sentimental to him. It made you smile.

You fell right back in place, listening to him talk about whatever he wanted to -it felt familiar. Something about your old life that wasn't as hurtful.

You'd missed the little guy.

And in the back of your head, if you noticed Rick wordlessly staring at you with quite possibly the brightest smile you'd ever seen on his face, you ignored it. Because there was still two months to go, and that meant nothing.

Or at least that's what you told yourself.

The weeks before the wedding though, you didn't see much of him. A part of you wondered if it had all washed away, and you weren't entirely sure how to interact with that.

You were probably the only one early to the wedding, but Lori had wanted you to be. Said something about catching up, and wanting to see you. Shane was apparently just the same. You weren't sure how to take it.

On one hand, they were your old friends, on the other, they had really done something shitty to Rick and you doubted they got as much flak as they should have. Rick was too nice, always was, but he definitely had his moments.

Later, you decided, later, you'd chew them out. Not on their wedding day.

Fidgeting with your clothes, you waltzed up into the chapel -all high ceilings and stained-glass windows. It was beautiful, really, with flowers strewn against the pews and a leather little check-in book where you signed in. It was everything that a wedding was supposed to be, all the little bells and whistles.

Isn't infidelity a sin? Your mind chimed, and you zapped back the thought -a betraying little smile on your face.

"Y/N!" a voice cheered, and you were met with Shane -a few years older and a buzzcut (which was an interesting choice, to say the least), "-long time no see, buddy!"

"Hey," you smiled, genuine warmth building up -he was your friend after all. He was like a brother. That was kinda why you did what you did.

With a breath, you smacked him in the face -not a real one, kind of just a play hit. It still got the message across.

"Yeah," he rubbed his jaw, "-figured 'at was comin'."

"Good," you said, before opening up your arms for a hug, which Shane gladly accepted. He still smelt the same -a little too sour for your tastes, but was much more built. Just like Rick.

You smiled, stepping back, "It's really good to see you, sorry for-"

"Don't," Shane held up his hand, "-There's no need. I get it, a lot more than ya think."

At least I held back on my impulses, you thought, before shoving it down again.

God, you were really going to have to keep yourself in check today.

"I'll show ya to where Lori is," he offered, "-think she's still getting ready."

"Probably will be for a while, Shane," you laughed, "-The wedding hasn't even started."

"Good point," he agreed, gruffly, before guiding you to a door -you heard a lot of rustling behind it. Just thinking of the extent of people, you nearly didn't knock.

Luckily, Shane did that for you.

"'S Y/N," he called before nearly scampering away -you had to hold back a laugh.

"Oh, come in!"

Lori was the first one to, verbally, greet you, smiling wide -her hair was getting done, "Y/N, oh it's so good to see you, I'm so glad you could-"

Before she could finish, someone came rushing over to you - almost squealing in delight.

"Y/N, honey," she smiled, big and bright, "-it's been so long!"

That was the one and only Bonnie Grimes, Rick's mother. You wondered for a moment, why she would be here, before she barreled you into a hug.

"Hey, Mrs. Grimes," you smiled, accepting her hug gratefully, and she squeezed you a little too hard but you had expected it. Bonnie Grimes was on solid hugger, wouldn't let you go until she wanted to.

"Please, call me Bonnie," she grinned, before pulling back from the embrace, "-Look at you! You look so good, honey! All grown up."

"You saw me when I was in college, Mrs... Bonnie," you laughed, "-I don't think I've changed much since then."

"I still remember you in high school," she sighed -wistfully, "-ugh, the three of you were so cute! I miss those days."

Before you could say a word, she intertwined your arms and began ushering you out the door, "C'mon, let's go, sweetie! We have lots to talk about."

"I was just-" she pulled you neatly out of the door, so you shot Lori an apologetic smile -she laughed and waved you off.

Bonnie had never had the... best relationship with Lori, you heard it through the grapevine a lot. So, you had no idea why she was here at all, other than to maybe see Carl? But, still, she was definitely petty enough to wait and see him later, so what-

"When Ricky told me you were comin', I just had to see you," she said -like she was reading your mind, before whispering low, "-otherwise I wouldn't even be 'ere."

You nearly laughed at 'Ricky', but sealed it back behind your lips, responding simply, "I'm really honored, Bonnie. I would've come out to see you but-"

"Oh, sweetie," she laughed, pulling you down to sit outside on a bench infront of the church, "-I know why you couldn't. A mother's instincts."

"Yeah," you laughed, a little awkwardly -his mom knowing was not something you had quite imagined.

"You know, I always wanted you two together," she remarked, almost as if she didn't expect you to comment, "-liked you better than her for him."

"Bonnie," you urged.

"What? They're divorced now, I can say it."

"Maybe not at her wedding," you quipped back.

"Okay, you're right," she sighed out, "-suppose I just can't get over what they did to my baby."

You frowned, taking a hand and rubbing soothing circles into her shoulder, "I can imagine, it must've really hurt to see your son like that."

"Hurt? Oh I was furious, sweetie," she clarified, "-Ricky had to hold me back by my horns."

You let out a laugh, and Bonnie smiled back. The air was crisp, and the sun was warm -it was a good day. And, it was nice to get to come back -see some of where you grew up. It was familiar, homey and you felt in place, you weren't sure that would ever go away.

"You know, he talked about you," Bonnie hummed, looking out into the streets, "-even when you left, it was like... he wanted to keep you in his memories."

You exhaled, guilt swirling up in your stomach, "Yeah, I'm starting to think I made a mistake leaving. I feel like I missed so much."

Bonnie smiled -a little bittersweet, gathering you up into a side hug, "No one is smart in the matters of the heart, honey. You were hurtin', you did what you could to feel better. There's nothin' wrong with that."

You smiled, leaning into her -your head resting on hers, "Thanks, Bonnie."

"Now, that that's settled," she said slowly, happiness dipped into her words, "-Can we talk about it?"

"About what?"

"My son," she clarified, playfully smiling, "-he talks all about you, you know. And he's been really excited for today, I was hopin' you could tell me why. It's downright suspicious for a man to be so happy at his ex-wife's wedding-"

"Maybe, she's marrying a terrible man," you joked, and Bonnie laughed.

"Shane always was trouble," she seemed to think back, before reiterating, "-I know you two have been spendin' a lot of time together, and I didn't want to be hopin'."

"Okay," you held up your hands in mock surrender, "-you got me. When we met up those few months ago, he told me he had feelings for me-"

"No, really?!" she gasped, "-Oh, I thought he was never going to do that. Praise you, Jesus-"

"It was right after Shane's bachelor party, and I was... skeptical," Bonnie listened very closely, "-so I told him that if he still feels the same by the wedding, we can talk."

"That's very reasonable, sweetie," Bonnie smiled, before speaking much more directly, "-I hate to say it, though, all 'at time was certainly wasted. My boy has loved you since he met you-"

"Bonnie."

"-he just didn't know it," she finished, slapping her hands into her lap, "-You don't know how many times I tried to get it through his head, honey. It was like talkin' to a brick wall, I tell you."

You laughed again, "Well, I appreciate you sticking up for me."

"Oh, I do it a thousand times over for you, sweetheart," she hugged you into her side again, "-you make my baby boy very happy and I'll be forever grateful for that."

You smiled -something warm in your chest.

"And," she whispered, "-if you need a moment with Rick, you just tell me and I can draw a whole crowd."

You laughed even harder then, as she guided you back inside -you ended up helping with some if the last minute decorations.

At the current moment, you were pulling the flower petals into the basket for the flower girl. Apparently, they had to be fresh. It was kind of sad to pull them off the flower though.

"Hey," a voice breathed out like they were startlingly happy.

You peeked up, and saw the one and only Rick Grimes -dressed to the nines in a suit that really suited him. Handsome, really handsome. You fidgetted with your clothes self-consciously.

"Hi," you parroted back with a smile, "-like the suit."

"Oh," he grinned, a bit like he had so much energy but just couldn't put it anywhere, "-thank you, wasn't sure I'd like it."

It was the one picked out by Lori, with the color scheme -the light blue tie matched his eyes really well though, so she apparently picked well. Rick was Shane's best man, so his outfit was one specially picked -you weren't given the "luxury".

"I think you look handsome," you smiled, halting your work for a moment, "-If that helps with your opinion at all."

"Uh, yeah," he laughed, rubbing the back of his neck, "-Yeah, it does. Yours was the only opinion 'at matters."

Your heart jolted into your throat, your eyes flickered back down to your hands -pulling off more petals. The basket was about halfway full now.

"Wouldn't say that out loud, Ricky," you teased -alluding.

"Oh god," he groaned, "-my Mom's 'ere? Why?"

"The one and only," you laughed, "-and apparently she's here for me."

"Sounds like 'er," he grinned -big and bright, and it seemed like he almost wanted to say something else but-

"Rick, Shane needs you," someone, who you decidedly didn't know, popped their head in.

"Talk later?" You offered.

Rick pursed his lips for a moment, like he was really debating going anywhere else. (Like he wanted to stay with you.) But he let out a big, long sigh, "Yeah, I'll hold ya to it."

"Please, do," you laughed, watching him go out of the room -like a puppy dog. You frowned, you really need to get yourself in check.

The ceremony was beautiful, Bonnie sat beside you and plastered on the most real fake smile you'd ever seen -elbowing you and whispering low little jokes every once in a while. You had to bite back laughter half the service. On your other side was Carl fidgeting with his vest -apparently he was supposed to be up there with Shane, but he refused. You got a little kick out of that.

To cheer him up, you taught him the head squish trick -squeezing your two fingertips together from a distance. Carl was much more engaged after that, particularly squishing his Dad's head with a big smile.

And Rick, well, he stayed focused but every once in awhile, you'd catch him looking at you. The dart of an eye, so quick you could miss it if you hadn't been looking at him too; Bonnie would point it out to you, if you weren't paying attention.

The reception was nearby, in a building that was primarily rented for this exact purpose. It looked how you thought a reception should look with a big dance floor, so many decorated tables, and a buffet of food off to the side. Which all looked and smelled delicious, you noted.

Each seat had a name, you realized. So, you were kind of awkwardly navigating through tables to try and find your spot -you didn't want to get food and then wander around like a chicken with your head cut off. So, you dodged through chairs -peeking at the little cards, and just as you found it, you felt a tap on your shoulder.

You spun around and met Bonnie's eyes, she was looking a little nervous.

"Everything okay?"

"Yes," she hummed, "-I just realized that I forgot some medicine in my purse, would you be a doll and go grab it for me?"

"Sure," you soothed, "-where is it?"

"The closet where they put the coats," Bonnie answered, "-I wanted it out of the way, but-"

"Bonnie," you smiled, ushering her to her marked chair, "-please, sit down, I'll grab it for you."

She smiled, big and wide, a polite thank you leaving her lips. There was something there, but at the time, it didn't seem important.

With a breath, you wondered back toward the front of the building -trying to remember which closet exactly was the one with the coats. You hadn't had one, so you didn't stop but-

The door to the closest one slipped open, and hands pulled you inside. You nearly screamed, but when your eyes adjusted to the dim light, they settled on Rick -standing just across from you.

"Rick," you hissed, "-what the hell? You scared the-"

"Sorry, sweetheart, was the only way to getcha alone," he spoke, a little quickly -breathlessly happy to see you.

"Oh, is that why-" you puffed out a breath, "-Bonnie was in on this, wasn't she?"

Rick grinned, shrugging a little -as if to say, maybe. You bit the inside of your cheek to stop a smile from smoothing across your face.

"Why are we in here, Rick?"

"I needed to talk to ya," he echoed out, "-alone."

"And we couldn't do that anywhere else?" You laughed, "-Like outside, or-"

"It was the first idea to pop into my head, gimme a break," he responded, slow with a smile, "-I 'aven't thought clearly all day."

"What if someone tries to get in here?" You questioned, voice low, "-this is going to look pretty incriminating-"

"It locks from the inside," he said simply, moving his hand and turning the lock.

Your breath caught in your throat suddenly, realization setting in -you were locked in a clost with Rick. Correction, you were locked in a small closet with Rick by his own doing.

Jesus Christ.

"Is there-" you questioned, "-something you wanted to talk about, or?"

You knew exactly what he wanted to talk about, but you were not going to be the one to bring it up. Especially when his face was so close to yours, and the light was dim enough to make his eyes shine so blue, and you could feel his breaths on your face-

Your heart was practically beating out of your chest, you could feel it in your throat.

You expected this is much different circumstances, like an open room and good lighting and maybe the crisp night air. Not in a hall closet, where all you could smell was Rick (a woodsy sort of smell), and all you could see was Rick.

His hair was tussled a little, like he had nervously run his hands through it. And part of you wanted to reach up and comb through it, he was letting it get longer now -you liked it.

"I didn't think this through," he finally said.

"Yeah," you laughed a little, "-I can tell."

"Well, I did," he reasoned, "-'ad this whole thin' planned out, how I was gonna say it and everythin'. But now I... Looking at you, I can't remember any of it."

"You sure it's not a lack of oxygen?" You teased, trying to cut through the tension, "-This room is pretty small-"

"I'm in love with you."

Your mouth snapped shut.

He was laughing a little -in disbelief or happiness, you couldn't tell, "You told me, if my feelin's stayed the same to tell ya. But they haven't."

"They haven't?" You asked, a little weakly.

"I fell in love with you," he clarified, grin so bright, "-I watched you wit' Carl and my Mom and just you. And I... I love you. God, I love you."

"Rick," you whispered out.

"I knew," he exhaled, stepping slightly forward, "-I knew there was somethin'. That I felt somethin' and then you were everywhere, and suddenly I felt everythin'."

Your eyes were starting to tear up, but you held them back.

"I couldn't stop thinkin' about ya, and then I just wanted to see ya, all the time-" he exhaled through a laugh.

"Rick," you repeated.

"I love you," he repeated like it was all he could say, eyes desperately searching yours, "-and I know it's kinda shitty to 'ave this moment 'ere, because it's my ex-wife's weddin'-"

You laughed, and a grin found itself along his face -letting out a chuckle.

"But I couldn't wait," he echoed out, "-couldn't wait long enough to not 'ave to do it in a damn closet."

"I would have preferred that," you remarked, "-but, this... this is okay too."

"I nearly told you this mornin'," he breathed out, "-you were in front of me an' all I could think was-"

Your hands cupped his face, and pulled him forward without so much as another thought. He stilled at first, shocked, but when he realized, everything in him shifted.

He pushed you into the wall almost without thinking, instinctual. Hands on the wall behind you, he cornered you in; and your hands only squeezed tighter on his jaw. It was desperate, like he'd been dying in the desert and you were water -like if he didn't have you now, he would've died.

Your hands slipped to his shoulders, and one of his moved to cup your face -your head was getting woozy. He separated for a moment, eyes darting between yours and pressed forward again -stealing the breath out of your lungs.

"Rick," you breathed out, but he kept pushing kisses onto your lips. Like he could never have enough, "-Rick."

He groaned -apparently eager to keep kissing you, pulling back, "What, baby?"

Your throat went dry, lips smacking shut. That was new, you had never heard him call you baby before. Platonically, sweetheart, darlin', the works. But this was distinctly, romantic.

Rick scanned over you for a moment, a bit in concern -eyes fluttering along your face, "Everythin' okay?"

He was still caging you in, wide expanse of arm just above your shoulder and his face a breath away. Your brain was suddenly short-circuiting, all you could see was Rick and all you could smell was Rick and all you could taste-

"Hey, sweetheart," he moved his hands to hold your face -keeping your eyes solely on him, "-are ya okay? Did I hurt you or-"

"No," you let out in a breath, a little embarrassed, "-you just... you called me baby."

"You don't like 'at? I don't 'ave to-"

"Rick, no," you clarified, burning with embarrassment, "-I like it. I... really like it. You've just never called me baby before."

He smiled, sort of lightly -a little like he was in love with you (which he very much was), "I've never kissed you before either, ya know?"

"Yeah, obviously," you huffed out a breath, "-I'm still getting used to that part too. But I just didn't..."

You groaned, and Rick's grin only got wider.

Pushing your hands into your eyes, you exhaled -shame burning in your stomach, "This is so embarrassing."

He didn't say anything for a moment, before his fingers came to grab at your hands pulling them away from your eyes, "'S not embarrassing, baby, 's cute."

"God, you're going to use that against me forever now," you peeked up at him, "-aren't you?"

He grinned at you, hand coming up to hold your cheek, "Yeah, 'course, I am."

Rick was smiling at you then, his eyes dipping low to your lips and your breaths hollowed out in your chest.

"We really can't-" you tried to contradict, but it was weak willed.

"What's a few more minutes, baby?" Rick hummed, face so close to yours that you could see different shades of blue in his eyes.

You only had so much will.

It would be a waste to use it now anyway.

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subbyalbedo · 4 months

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Kinktober Day 30 - MOMMY KINK + SUBSPACE with Tengen Uzui

Dom!reader x sub!Tengen

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warnings: sub space, mommy kink ( just in case you didn't read the very obvious title), uhm very much overstimulation, cute but ooc tengen, sadistic reader, kinda manipulative too honestly, idk shitty writing, short af, BUT I GOT IT DONE two months late

It wasn't often you got him like this.

Tengen Uzui, the flashy sound hashira, staring at you with glossy eyes as you slowly move your strap in and out of him.

His arms were clinging to you as he shivered. "Does my sweet boy want to cum for me again?"

He quickly nodded, wanting to please you. "Yes! Yes, I can cum for mommy! Please~"

His words trailed off and you fucked him a little faster, his body moving with the thrusts as he moaned, cock twitching as a weak little spurt of cum came out.

He could barely make a sound as he came down, but he lifted his head with some effort to look at you. "Am I- am...am I..."

"It's okay love, what do you want to say?" You gazed down at him, all messy and gorgeous.

"Am I good? Your good boy? Please, please tell me I'm your good boy!"

"Aw, sweet baby." You stroked his hair as he nuzzled into you, face still painted with worry. "Of course you're my good boy, all mine, the best boy for me."

While his usual demeanor during these kinds of activities was bratty and cocky, you usually give him a harsh (but still enjoyable) punishment for his attitude and complete the scene there. But occasionally, this happens.

He goes into the headspace where he lives to please you, where all of his walls have broken down and leaves him vulnerable and small.

And you wanted to get as much out of it as possible.

While he continued to nuzzle into your hand, you brought the other one back to his red, spent cock and stroked.

Before he had even realized what you were doing, his body had curled in on itself as he let out a cry of pain.

"Can you do one more for me? We can stop after one more."

He raised his head to look at you with tears in his eyes. "I- I can't! Please mommy, I--"

You hushed him, lightly rubbing his cock, and as he whimpered in pain, you tilted his chin to have him look up at you. "You can and you will. You do want to be good for mommy, don't you?"

You could see the conflicting emotions circling in his eyes, but after taking in your last words, he gave a tentative nod. "F'r you, for mommy."

As you started stroking, holding his hips down to stop the constand jerks of his body to get away, you knew this was going to be a dry orgasm.

With every slight movement he was wailing, the sensations being too much, and everywhere.

But he didn't use his safeword, and you knew he wouldn't have to get through much more.

His cock was twitching, glistening with an angry red color and tears were pooling in his eyes as he tried to move closer and away from your hand at the same time.

"No more!" He cried out, and you did feel a little bad for him.

But with his body flushed red, body curled in on himself, looking so damn submissive, you couldn't resist torturing him a bit.

"You're almost there love, hold on for me."

He nodded vigorously, eyes shut tight and drool slipping out of his mouth.

With one last rub at the tip, he crashed over the edge, head thrown back in bliss, sighing at the final release.

With all of the previous cumming he had done that night, his cock twitched but not a drop came out.

You cooed at his pathetic form, curled in a ball, but as he came down, you curled around him.

Before he got a chance to ask for any forms of comfort, you were stroking his hair and telling him how good he was, and he fell asleep in your arms with a lovesick grin.

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cue the heavy ass aftercare

that was crappy

but I'm slightly less stressed now 😝

#dom reader #dom reader smut #sub character smut #smut #kinktober #kinktober 2023 #demon slayer #tengen #tengen uzui #sub tengen #sub tengen uzui #tengen x reader #tengen uzui x reader

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number1mingyustan · 2 years

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Anti-Romantic ☾ ♡

Genre: friendstolovers!au, best friend kai x reader, smut, comfort, hurt, fluff

Warnings: oral (f.), fingering (f.), unprotected sex, soft sex, mentions of cheating, crying, creampie

Summary: Your best friend has always been there for you, in some ways more than others.

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(a/n: so sorry for ghosting you guys but work and school have been kicking my ass. i’m gonna try to be as active as possible considering i can post my masterlist after this, but no guarantees. thank you for being so patient with me!)

Fuck him. The asshole didn’t deserve you in the first place. He’d stood you up so many times when you were together and constantly talked down to you. He was a shitty boyfriend.

So then why does it hurt so much?

Having wasted the last year and a half of your life, you lay sobbing into your best friend’s chest.

Kai never really liked your ex. Matter of fact, he’d warned you multiple times that he sensed something off with the guy. Guess his intuition was correct.

While you’d spent the last year and a half putting your efforts into your relationship, (ex) had been putting his ‘efforts’ into other women.

When he finally admitted he’d been cheating, the asshole said it proudly. He had been anything but faithful from the start of your relationship and you didn’t have the slightest clue.

Were you truly unloveable? Just about every guy you’d been with had screwed you over. You were beginning to think you were some sort of hopeless anti-romantic based off how all your relationships ended up.

Kai hated seeing you cry.

What was so comforting about Kai aside from the much needed hug he embraced you in was his willingness to just be there for you. There was no “i told you so” with him. He simply showed up.

So there you were, in his arms comfortably. His hand soothed your back as you’d finally come down from sobbing.

“S okay,” he cooes.

You’d finally started to pull yourself together thanks to Kai’s comfort. The two of you were seated closely on your couch.

“He’s not worth it,” Kai reminds you softly.

You look up at him with blurry eyes. He wipes your tears away with his thumb, flashing you a comforting smile.

This was exactly what you needed.

You give him a weak nod. “I know, still hurts.”

He places a soft kiss on your forehead. “I understand, but he’s not worth your tears.”

“It’s not just him Kai,” you frown. “It’s all of them. I feel like-like something’s wrong with me. Every time I meet a guy I think I’m doing everything right but they-they always end up screwing me over. I think I’m the problem.”

His eyes dart toward yours. He’s silent for a brief moment before he speaks, gaze boring into yours gravely.

“Hey, you will never be the problem. There’s nothing wrong with you okay? You’ve done everything right and there’s gonna be a guy who can finally recognize that and appreciate you for everything that you are.” he tells you.

“But-”

“No buts,” he cuts you off.

The eye contact remains heavy and you can’t help but notice a sparkle in his eyes. He looks at you in a way you can hardly put into words. It causes warmth to spread from your heart and into the rest of your body.

Kai doesn’t realize it, but his heart is beating faster. Looking at you right now is causing a swarm of butterflies in his stomach.

You remain completely obvious to his unrequited love for you. After years of friendship, Kai recently came to terms with his feelings for you a few months ago.

As much as he didn’t want to admit it, it made perfect sense. The lingering touches, the king of jealousy when you mentioned a different guy, his inability to give his all into a relationship.

He loved you.

And right now you looked more beautiful than ever. Your eyes were still stained red and puffy. Your lips were slightly swollen and you looked up at him with big beady eyes.

You’d never really looked at Kai as more than a friend. But something about the way he was looking at you right now made your heartbeat pick up in pace. Sure thoughts if you and him had popped up in your mind before, but it wasn’t something you ever dwelled on. You never met yourself indulge in the idea.

He was your Kai and you were his Y/n. Best friends since the 7th grade and best friends for the rest of your lives. That’s just how things were.

Until now.

It all happened so fast. His lips were on yours instantly. His hands cupped your cheek as he sucked on the flesh of your lips.

He tasted sweet. Kissing him felt good. He was your comfort, your home.

Your lips molded together in perfect harmony. Every movement was in sync and you swore you could hear fireworks in the background.

The kiss quickly grew needier. Hands began to wander and trace along skin. However it didn’t last.

He slowly pulled away, causing your eyes to flutter open.

“ ‘M sorry,” he rasps.

You sit up, looking directly at him. “Don’t apologize.” your hands finds his. “I liked it.”

“You’re hurting,” he sighs. “It wasn’t fair for me to do that.”

“Kai-”

“I don’t want you to regret this. Don’t wanna end up being some sort of rebound or mistake we made when you were vulnerable. I value our friendship too much to risk that outcome. I’m sorry,” he says getting up from the couch.

You’re quick to pull him back down. “My head has never been as clear as it is now. I want you. I really do, please don’t go.”

He searches your eyes for any hint of doubt or insincerity, only to find none. This time, you initiate the contact, pulling his body into yours and recapturing him into a passionate kiss.

Every touch of his fingertips causes your body to light up. You can feel the blood pumping through your veins in excitement. You didn’t realize how much you wanted this until you had it.

You have him.

Your back meets the couch as his body hovers over yours. You lightly tug on his shirt, indicating that you want it off. He breaks the kiss briefly. “Are you sure?”

You nod eagerly. “Positive.”

He obliges, pulling his shirt over his head before kissing you again. He’s gentle with you. Every touch and movement is soft. So full of love and care.

You’re too caught up in his kisses to notice you’re already half naked. His hands intertwine with your panties, finally stripping you of the remaining fabric. He leaves soft kisses along your inner thighs, mumbling about how beautiful you are.

Your breathing quickens as his lips near your core. You gasp when his tongue comes into contact with your heat.

He licks a long stripe up your core teasingly before wrapping his tongue around your clit. Your back arches and you hiss at the sudden jolt of pleasure. His hands grip your thighs to hold you in place and prevent you from squirming.

You feel him smile against you. He works your core with his tongue skillfully. He pushes it inside of you, nudging his nose against your clit. You cry out in pleasure, panting his name softly.

His grip on your thighs tightens as your squirm. “Oh fuck,” you whine.

The pleasure is too intense for you to handle. You can feel him smiling against you proudly. He replaces his tongue with his fingers effortlessly. You’re dripping wet now, arousal painting his face.

You’re mere seconds away from release. Whimpering and whining as his tongue works absolute wonders on you. Your hands fly to his hair, gripping and tugging on the soft strands.

Your orgasm finally approaches with one last pump of his fingers. Your back arches completely off the couch as you cry out his name. Your eyes are squeezed shut as you allow the orgasm to take over your body.

Once you finally come down from your high, he’s already hovering above you. You look up at him with half lidded eyes as you slowly come back to your senses. His face is shiny, glistening with your arousal.

It’s not until now that you realize he’s also fully nude. He nudged his damp nose against yours, placing a soft kiss along your lips. No words are exchanged, but you know what he’s saying.

You can feel your heart beating out of your chest. “Can I have you?” he asks.

You nod. “Of course.”

That’s all the permission he needs before he’s slipping his length into you. He takes his time, pushing in inch by inch to give you time to adjust. He stretches your walls open, managing to fit you perfectly.

The two of you moan in sync at the feeling. He gives you another moment to adjust before slowly rocking his hips. His pace is steady, gradually picking up.

His groans and moans fill your ears, but they’re nowhere near as loud as yours. You cry out every time he bottoms out inside of you. He’s sure to fill you up, cock stretching out every inch of your walls.

“Fuck Y/n you feel good,” he pants. “So much better than I dreamed.”

You inadvertently clench around him at the sound of his words. He hissed at the sudden tightness, temporarily stilling his hips.

“Shit baby,” he groans. “If you do that I won’t last at all.”

You whine at his statement. He quickly finds his pace again. His face is buried into the crook of your neck as he fucks you. His cock slips in and out of you with ease.

You feel the similar feeling bubbling inside of you. “Fuck me too,” he groans. “Cum with me.”

And that you do. Your orgasms approach simultaneously. You release as he spills his cum inside of you. The two of you moan in sync as he fills you up.

It takes a moment before the two of you fully come down from your highs. He doesn’t pull out, keeping his sweaty body on top of yours. You exchange exhausted smiles, beaming with a post-sex glow.

His goofy grin prompts you to leave a small peck on his lips.

“Promise you won’t regret this tomorrow?” he asks.

“Promise.” you affirm.

Eventually you doze off into his arms. You’re deep asleep when he carrie’s your body into the bathroom, cleaning you up and redressing you so he can tuck you in safely.

You don’t hear when he whispers the words “I love you” into your hair that night. But he’s willing to save that for another time. The right time.

Just being with you was more than enough for him right now.

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wakandas-vibranium · 1 year

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Wednesday Nights || Part Four

Pairing: pre-outbreak!Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

Warnings: canon typical violence, time skip, angst, fluff

Word count: 1.3k

A/N: Sorry if this chapter seems a bit choppy. I am not a fan of time skips. Four chapters down, one more to go. Thank y'all for reading. Please like, comment, and share!

part one

part two

part three

part five

“Mom!”

You awakened with a jolt, in a cold sweat in your new living quarters. You'd been suffering the same nightmare for 20 years. You had to witness your mother turn and attack your father, turning him. Then, before they could attack and turn you, they were both gunned down.

That was 20 years ago and you still weren’t fully recovered. Your luck finally started to come through these last six months.

You were walking alone in the winter cold. The cold air was stinging on your skin as you traveled down the icy river.

Six people on horses surrounded you and grilled you so badly that you thought they were going to kill you. One of the men on the horses yanked his bandana down over his face and screamed your name so loudly that he startled the horses and a few of the others with him.

“Y/N!” Tommy called as he hopped down from his horse, running over to you. Even though his hair was longer and he'd grown a beard, you recognized Tommy right away.

The blood rushed to your face so quickly that you almost passed out. You thought he was dead. You assumed all three of them were all dead. You peered over Tommy's shoulder at the other riders as he drew you into a crushing hug. You didn't see Joel. Was Joel still alive? Was he even here with Tommy?

You rode back with Tommy on his horse, relieved to be off your feet. You'd been walking for weeks. You were in the dining hall eating with Tommy and his new wife, Maria. She was gorgeous and a little intimidating, but she made small talk.

You couldn’t help but notice her body language and the way her lips would thin into a straight line and shoulders would tense at any mention of Joel. Tommy let you know as soon as possible that Sarah didn’t make it. You felt your heart drop to your stomach, but managed to keep it together. Before today, you already assumed she died.

“It’s not like your brother is the best at making decisions,” Maria mumbled, fighting back an eye roll.

Tommy was sharing with you some of the things he and Joel had to do in order to survive. You’d done similar things and a few worse things. You weren’t one to judge and you weren’t going to judge Tommy and Joel. They were the only family you had left.

“And just what the hell is that supposed to mean?” You snapped, no longer able to ignore the jabs Maria kept taking at Joel.

And the fact that Tommy just sat there and let her insult his brother really pissed you off. Not so much Tommy, but Maria's uppity demeanor got under your skin. Who the hell did she think she was? Good for her if she never had to stoop so low to survive in this shitty post-apocalyptic world. Good for fuckin' her, you thought.

Tommy leaned forward and whispered something into his wife's ear. She cringed and glanced at you before apologizing. Tommy opted to change the subject and asked you what happened to you on breakout day.

“My parents turned right in front of me. Before I could even comprehend what was happenin’ to ‘em they were shot dead.”

You remembered that day like it was yesterday. It was awful. Your parents were taken from you too fast. It was unfair.

“Then I hauled ass across Austin to try and get to you, Joel and Sarah. None of you were answering your phones so I figured it must have been happening around y’all too.”

You had a severe panic attack once you realized that you were well and truly on your own. You were lost. You didn’t know what to do without any of them. How were you supposed to survive in a world when your favorite five people no longer existed?

“Eventually I ended up working with a small group of nine people to help find a cure for whatever this was. I worked with doctors, nurses, scientists on this. We were desperate to find a cure. Tommy, I’ve done things that I’m not proud of, but we’ve exhausted every single possibility and nothing. There is no cure for this.”

“Wow.” Tommy said, sighing deeply at your newfound news. He had held out hope that there was a cure, but he wasn’t shocked that there wasn’t one.

Enough about you. Tommy told you that Joel was alive and I just missed him by a few weeks.

“Where is Joel?”

“Ellie—the young girl he’s with is immune. Joel took her to a hospital — a firefly post so that they could use Ellie’s blood to make a cure.” Tommy explained cooly.

“What?” You uttered lowly. You had your fair share of run-ins with the fireflies. Enough for a lifetime, and each instance damn near cost you your life. You had the awful pleasure of meeting their leader, Marlene. She had an impressive right hook, but your left was a lot meaner.

The nine people you'd been traveling with for the past 20 years were all dead. The majority were killed by clickers, while the others were killed by firefly bombs. You were furious and alone. On a mission to find Marlene, the leader of the fireflies.

You were determined to kill her where she stood. You'd had a few run-ins with Marlene, and they always ended bloody.

You didn't belong to FEDRA or the Fireflies. You were part of a small group of surgeons, biologists, nurses, and medical researchers. You were the only immunologist on the team. Shortly after the outbreak, all nine of you got together to try to find a cure. You clung to them after you assumed Joel, Sarah, and Tommy were no longer alive.

After your parents were killed, you attempted to drive across town to Joel's house, but the highway was already shut down. You'd also overheard from an officer that Joel's neighborhood was a hot zone full of infected people. You were devastated. You had no family left within a matter of hours.

You last saw her and her band of fireflies in Atlanta about a year ago. She ordered her men to blow up a couple buildings where you and the rest of your group were hiding from FEDRA. You barely escaped with your life. Everyone else who was with you died. Blown to smithereens.

“There is no fuckin’ cure, Tommy.”

“But Joel said—“

“—Well whoever told Joel and Ellie that is a goddamn liar. They’re gonna kill that poor girl and it’ll have been for nothin’.”

Tommy chewed on his lip, pondering your information. He was probably even more worried about his brother now. As he should be. Joel wasn’t safe with the fireflies. No one was.

“Is there any way to contact them?” You asked, still hopeful.

“They’ve been gone for a month, Y/N,” Tommy admitted, hesitancy heavy in his voice, “Joel said they’d come back once they were finished.”

“Hopefully Joel realizes that Ellie will die and they’ll come back.” Maria reasoned, shooting you a small smile.

“This isn’t good.” You exhaled sharply.

Anyway, that was five months ago. You were still with them in Jackson. It was a safe community that actually thrived plus you weren’t going to give up the opportunity to see Joel again.

You were with Tommy in Jackson for almost six months now and still no word from Joel or his whereabouts.

You were starting to get discouraged.

You didn’t know it, but off in the far distance, Joel and Ellie were making their way back to Jackson.

You just needed to hold on just a little while longer.

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joekeeryswife · 2 years

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Your infertility fic was really good and as someone who has experienced a miscarriage before it’s very accurate, especially the part about family being pregnant and happy and it hurting so much once you’ve experienced profound loss like that. If you happen to make it a small series, one thing that is common after miscarriage is once you become pregnant again you are stressed out the whole time and terrified that you will lose that baby again or something will go wrong all the way up to delivery (at least that’s how I was when I finally had my son last year). But again, it was so good!

Infertility 3 - J.Q

hello love! idk if you want me to use this but i thought about how educational this was for other women out there. however i wanted to say congratulations on having your son! i wish him and you the best health and future! with this series now i feel like i’m dragging it out so the next imagine will be longer and the last part unless someone requests another one. enjoy i guess this is honestly so bad sorry!

it had been four months since that conversation with Joseph and nothing had really changed. sex didn't feel like a chore and you'd practically stopped trying. you hadn't taken a pregnancy test since his mums birthday and in all fairness you felt relieved. you didn't feel the weight of the negative tests on you anymore and you and Joseph had both been a lot happier. for the past few weeks you'd been feeling nauseous and just all around shitty. you'd wake up, feel sick, be sick then lounge around in bed feeling like you couldn't move from how ill you felt.

Joseph had been the biggest help. he'd bring you food, water and medicine. he'd also just sit there and hold you as you slept. you hated the way you felt and the feeling that you couldn't do anything just made you feel worse. it was a Tuesday. Joseph had left for an interview early that morning and as much as you protested and begged him to stay home, he admitted he couldn't get out of it even if he tried. he would be back around 4ish meaning you'd be alone all day.

you had been napping for most of the day and saw it was 15:21 when you checked the time on your phone, Joseph would be home soon and you'd never felt more relieved. you decided it was best that you had a shower instead of being lazy again. you got up out of bed and walked to the airing cupboard to grad two towels and walked to the bathroom and turned on the shower. you stripped before getting in, feeling the warm water spread across your body. after about ten minutes of standing in the shower, you felt out of breath. like you'd just done the biggest work out and your legs felt like jelly.

never in your life had you ever felt like this. you felt ill all the time, sometimes even faint and now you felt out of breath from just standing. something wasn't right. you sat down in the bath, just letting the bath run over you as you tried to catch your breath. after regaining your breath and you felt somewhat better, you stood up and turned off the shower before wrapping the towel around your body. you picked up your clothes from the floor and put them in the washing basket before walking to your bedroom.

you sat on the bed, thinking about any possible causes and none came to mind. you finally after what felt like forever decided it was best to get dressed. you went to your pyjama draw and got some bottoms before going to Joseph's draw to grab an oversized t-shirt, well, it was oversized on you but not on him. you sat down at your vanity and brushed your wet hair, the faint feeling coming back over you. you let your elbows rest on the vanity desk top and your head fell to your hands, hoping the feeling would go away quickly.

you let your eyes close as you focused on your breathing, tears filling your eyes as you felt yourself feeling nauseous again, not hearing Joseph come home. Joseph knew something was up with you and he was thinking logically about this. there was only one possible thing he could think of so he left work early and got three pregnancy tests. he didn't want to get his hopes up but he knew you weren't right and this wasn't a virus bug, this was something completely different.

he walked through the house, not seeing you anywhere. he walked to your shared bedroom and walked in, seeing you with your head in your hands, breathing unsteady. he walked into the room, bag of tests in hand. he chucked them on the bed and then walked towards you. he put his hand on your back as he kneeled down to your level, rubbing it soothingly. your head moved from your hands to look at him, your lip quivering. "sweetheart, you alright?" he asked, seeing you with teary eyes and flushed cheeks.

"Joey" you said, relieved he was home. you let your arms move to around his shoulders as you sobbed quietly into his neck. he turned your body to face him instead of your body twisting uncomfortably to him. he let you cry in his neck, not making any noise as he comforted you silently. he knew something was wrong and he was going to prove his point. "i need you to do something for me sweetheart" he said, picking you up and walking to the bed. you were confused when he reached for the plastic bag that was sat on the bed.

he pulled out a digital pregnancy test and showed it to you. your heart dropped, there was no way you were pregnant. you were barely even trying. you shook your head, feeling terrified. you don't know what got you so worried, maybe it was the thought of another negative test and something else being wrong. "no, there's no way i could be" you said, making him sigh. "look, i know you don't want to do this but i really think we should at least rule this out." he said, moving a hand up to your cheek to wipe away the tears.

"Joe i'd never forgive myself if i took that and it was negative. you know i can't be put through that again and neither can you" you said, getting off his lap and standing in front of him. he grabbed ahold of your hand and looked at you with pleading eyes. "y/n if it's negative then we need to know what's actually wrong okay?" he said, standing up as he basically towered over you and you looked up at him. "something could be seriously wrong with you and maybe we should at least see. if it's not this then we need to go to the doctors or something because you've been like this for weeks baby. we need to know" he said, making your heart swell. he really cared and you loved that about him.

you sighed, looking away before grabbing the test out of his hand. he grabbed ahold of your face gently, kissing your cheek before kissing your lips before letting go, allowing you to walk to the bathroom to take the test. as you finished taking the test, you put the cap back on before putting it on the counter top, face down. "Joseph, you can come in here now" you shouted out, hearing him leave the bedroom and opening the bathroom door. you washed your hands before drying them on the towel which was on the towel rack.

you walked to the toilet and put the lid down, sitting on it as you nervously picked at your nails. "hey, stop doing that" Joseph said, walking towards you. he sat on the bath tub next to you and grabbed ahold of your hand. "it's gonna be okay love, whatever it says we'll be okay" he said, bringing your hand up to his lips as he placed a kiss on the back of it. you looked at him, eyes full of panic and fear. what if you weren't pregnant and there was something seriously wrong? but what if you were pregnant, how would it feel to actually carry a child you'd been desperately hoping for.

you guys sat in silence for the five minutes, it felt like forever with the waiting. Joseph would take sneaky glances at you as you looked at your lap, waiting for the five minutes to be over. once Joseph's timer went off on his phone, you stood up quickly, scared to look at the test. "you look first love, it'll be okay" he said, kissing your forehead gently. you picked up the test and closed your eyes, doing a silent prayer that it was positive. "no wait, i don't want to look alone" you said, opening your eyes to look at Joseph, seeing him already looking at you.

his eyes softened as he saw the scared look on your face. "okay, you ready?" he asked, watching you nod. you took a deep breath and flipped over the test. your hand went to your mouth as your eyes filled with tears. you felt Joseph wrap his arms around you and kiss your cheek. ‘pregnant 5-6 weeks’ it read. the whole time you’d been feeling ill wasn’t because there was something horribly wrong, you were pregnant. you sobbed into Joseph’s neck as the news slowly started to sink in. “oh my god” he said, his arms tightening around you.

one of his hands was in your hair, holding you close as his other was on your back, stroking it softly. you pulled back, giving him a kiss which he reciprocated. you’d never been more excited in your whole life. you’d been through this once before but nothing compared to this. “we did it” you sobbed, feeling relief serge through your body. “we did it baby, i told you we would didn’t i? i’m so proud of you” he replied, kissing your lips passionately. this was it. you were finally pregnant with the miracle baby you’d always dreamed of.

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Two Night Stand. Joseph Quinn x Reader

Two Night Stand.

I DO NOT ALLOW MY WRITING TO BE REPUBLISHED ANYWHERE OTHER THAN MY OWN BLOG WITHOUT MY CONSENT

WEEK ONE PROMT: Snow day/Snow storm Summary: Loosely based off the movie “Two Night Stand” you sleep over at Josephs apartment, and in an attempts to leave he tells you that the two of you are snowed in. Forced to face your emotions, you and Joseph end up finally getting together.

18 + IF YOU ARE NOT 18 OR OLDER DO NOT READ OR INTERACT WITH MY WRITING. IT IS NOT INTENDED FOR MINORS. I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR THE MEDIA YOU CONSUME.

AN: Thank u to @creme-bruhlee and @syddsatyrn for letting me talk through my writing with you a million times. I love u guys so much <3

ANPART2: This is part of Sydd and I’s Christmas Celebration “30 days of Christmas” for more info on the weekly prompts click the link HERE and come join us!

Warnings: fem! reader, mention of alcohol consumption, mentions of reader basically being black out drunk the night before, TW vomiting (but no heavy descriptions of it), p in v sex, m and f orgasms, unprotected sex, (not mentioned but lets say the reader is on a form of contraceptive), swearing, after careish. (IF THERE’S ANYTHING I MISSED LET ME KNOW)

Wordcount: 5955

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Its 7:30 in the morning when your eyes open to the dimly lit bedroom you fell asleep in. Stretching slightly you stiffened when your hand brushed a shoulder next to you, reminding you of the night before. Pulling your arm back, you quickly sat up, glancing down at the person next to you.

Jospeh... Joseph Quinn. He was close friends with your best friends boyfriend, and you had gotten to know him over the past couple of years, and the two of you became quite close. Not close enough that you ever imagined yourself waking up in his bed, half naked, in one of his shirts with his arm draped around your stomach.

Sure Jospeh was beautiful, and funny, talented, and apparently a fantastic kisser if you remember last night correctly- but you weren't supposed to sleep with him and judging by the small ache in your temples, you couldn't remember if you did or not. The night currently only being half clear before it gets foggy. This wasn't part of your plan, and now you're sat next to him with your heart hammering in your chest. Was this going to change everything? Could you remain friends, or were you bound to become something more?

Years ago when you shook his hand for the first time at your mutual friends engagement party a crush on him blossomed, but because of who he was you had decided to keep your small crush on him to yourself, not wanting him to think you were just another girl pining over him like the rest of the world, so you easily settled for being friends; Plus there was no possible way he could like you back the way you liked him... Right?

Around eight pm the night before you were sprawled out on your couch, scrolling through dating apps, and not finding a single person that seemed interesting enough. A few months prior you had ended your engagement with your terrible fiancee after you found out he was cheating on you, which lead you to tonight, on those shitty dating apps once again while on FaceTime with Joseph. The two of you enjoying each others company without saying much.

"If I see one more person holding up a fish, I might actually throw my phone" You groaned, letting your phone drop to the floor next to you, rolling onto your side to face your laptop screen.

Joseph snickered, his hand running over his chin to scratch lightly at his scruff before returning his attention back to you, head tilting as he looked at you.

"Don't laugh at my struggles Joseph" you said with a pout.

"I'm not, I'd never do such a thing" he teased.

"Yeah, yeah, fuck off" You said flipping him the finger.

"C'mon, dating can't be that hard, you're hot, and have great tits, someone is bound to want to hook up"

"Easier said than done" you huffed. "And coming from you? You could get any girl you wanted with the snap of your fingers"

He rolled his eyes. "Yeah fucking right, they want Eddie Munson not me"

"Oh bullshit, have you taken a look in the mirror? You're hot and talented, regardless of Eddie Munson, and if you'd ever take a look on the internet, women are literally drooling over you"

He shrugged, eyebrows furrowing slightly. Dating was a weird topic for the both of you. The two of you constantly hyped each other up, and told each other how great you were, but you never seemed to find someone who fit together with you like the way Joseph fit with you. You never were really sure how you felt about him, so instead of acknowledging it, you just ignored it, it was just easier to be friends.

"You really think I have great tits?" You said with a cheeky smile, attempting to lighten the mood slightly.

"With the amount of times I've seen you try to get them out when you're drunk at parties? Yeah I'd say they're pretty great" He laughed lightly, bringing his bottle of beer to his lips and taking a slow sip. "Especially in that one dress you wear all the time"

"The black one?" You said with a knowing smile, glancing up at him over the glass of red wine you'd been nursing. It was your favourite dress, you could pair it with almost anything, able to dress it up or down, and it made your body look fucking fantastic.

"That's the one" he said tipping his beer back once more.

The front door of your apartment creaked open and your very bundled up roommate came stumbling through the door.

"Oh Joe, Jane just walked through the door, I'll call you back after I chat to her for a bit" You said leaning forward towards your laptop.

"Hi Jane!" He yelled.

"'Hi!" She yelled back over her thick scarf.

"I'll text you!" You said to him before waving and ending the call. Turning your attention back to Jane to find her standing in front of you with her hands on her hips.

"Hi?" you said confused.

"You should hook up with him" she stated flatly.

You choked on your own spit. Coughing into your hand while the other was held over your heart. "Excuse me?"

"With Joseph!" She said while retreating into the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge.

"Are you insane? He's like one of my closest friends"

"Exactly! I'm sure the two of you can handle a one night stand with each other" She shrugged, taking a sip from her water. "You're both shit at dating, I'm sure there's a lot of pent up tension" she wiggled her eyebrows at you and you groaned in response.

"Oh come on! Aren't you horny?"

"Ah-ha! See, I knew you two little freaks were having these conversations when I'm not around" Dimitri, your roommates boyfriend, who had a spare key, slid into the kitchen with you two, kissing her on the cheek before standing across from you both.

"Hi Dimitri" you said with a smile. "Well, yes, no I'm horny, but I'm also somewhat lazy? So the two counteract, like dueling wizards" Your nose scrunched. "That sounded more normal in my head"

"Well not anymore, call him, set up a date!" Jane encouraged, grabbing a bowl of washed grapes out of the fridge and placing them on the counter.

"With who?" Dimitri asked, popping a grape into his mouth.

"Joseph" she said quickly, crossing her arms in triumph.

"Huh, I can see that" Dimitri said thoughtfully.

"You're just agreeing with her cause you're dating her!" You yelled in protest.

He raised his hands in defence and took a couple more grapes before retreating into the living room.

The both of them laughed and you couldn't help but join in. You bit your lip while thinking it over. You knew she was right, and that you and Jospeh could probably handle a one night stand. Because it was exactly that, a one night stand, but you couldn't justify losing your friendship over something you didn't even know if he would want to do.

"Fine!" You yelled. "But I'm not sleeping with him! I'm only going to hang out with him!" Stomping your way over to your phone, picking it up to text Joseph who just so happened to have already texted you.

Joseph Quinn: Do you want to come over?

You: Like right now?

Joseph Quinn: Yeah

Joseph Quinn: It's too cold to go out and I don't wanna keep drinking alone

You: Sure

You: I'll leave in 20?

Joseph Quinn: Sounds good xx

Joseph Quinn: Text me when ur here

You: *Thumbs up Emoji*

Which leads you back to your current position. Stuck. In Joseph Quinns bed.

You dropped your head into your hands, groaning quietly as it only increased the thumping in your skull. Removing his arm from your waist you pulled back the covers and slid out of his bed as gently as you possibly could, while trying not to disturb him.

You were going to get dressed, steal some Tylenol, and get the hell out of there. The minute you fully stood up, the room spun and you had to lean on the bed for support, stomach lurching. You covered your mouth with one hand, breathing through your nose, begging your body to relax, and not throw up. The spinning stopped but the nausea didn't, saliva pooling in your mouth, so you rushed into Jospehs on-suite bathroom slamming the door a little too loudly before falling to your knees in front of the toilet, your stomach rejecting every ounce of food and drink from the night before. Each heave of your stomach made the throbbing in your head only increase, it felt like someone was taking a hammer to your skull.

After a few minutes, and a couple curtesy flushes later there was a soft knock on the door. "Babe?" Jospehs voice laced with sleep, still low and raspy.

"I'm fine" You rushed, panicking when you heard the door handle move. "Don't come in!"

He laughed, ignoring you and opening the door to hand you a cold water bottle. You took it gratefully, placing it next to you while you rested your head on your folded arms, against the toilet seat.

"Rough night?" He asked, leaning up against the counter, the muscles in his arms bulging from where he leaned on them. He was distracting. Shirtless, with his pyjama pants hung low on his hips, happy trail painfully on display and you were pretty sure he wasn't wearing underwear. You felt your face heat up and you looked away from him, picking at a loose thread on one of your socks, apparently the only article of clothing besides your panties you were able to keep on.

You groaned, resting your forehead directly onto the toilet seat now, too in pain to care about the amount of germs festering on it.

"Shut it" you mumbled.

"I told you to stop, but you wouldn't listen" his voice laced with amusement. "Said you had to be more drunk because I make you nervous"

You swore your heart stopped for a second. "I said that?" You asked, looking up at him.

He nodded. "Yeah, I think it's the most honest you've been about your feelings towards me"

"What are you talking about?" you questioned, your heart beating a little quicker, and you couldn't tell if you felt sick from nerves, or because you were going to throw up again.

"I'm not blind you know" he said with a smirk.

"Did I say anything else?" You asked, ignoring his comment.

"Yeah, a lot actually, but that can wait until later" He said coming to stand next to you, leaning into the shower and turning it on, hand under the stream of water, testing it until it was warm enough.

"C'mon" he said while offering both this hands to you.

You glanced between him and the toilet, trying to figure out if you were okay enough to get into the shower.

"You're not going to be sick again, c'mon, and I'll stay in here to make sure you don't pass out in the shower and crack your head open"

"Well I wasn't worried about that second part until you mentioned it, so thanks for that" You said reaching up to grab onto his hands, standing on shaky legs while the room spun again. Only for a few seconds and it didn't cause any nausea.

"I'm sorry for all of this, I don't need to shower, just let me get dressed and then I'll be out of your hair" you sighed.

"No you can't" Joseph rushed.

"No really, It's fine, I'll be okay" you said shaking your head.

"No, I mean it, you actually can't" he said sheepishly

"Why not?" You said raising an eyebrow.

"Well I was gunna order in breakfast, but the roads are so bad, and the door is kind of frozen shut according to the landlord" He scratched the back of his head. "We're kind of snowed in" he said with a small shrug.

Of course this would happen to you. You'd get stuck in your best friends apartment, hung over, and holding his hands while you stand in front of him barely dressed.

"Shit" you mumbled. "I guess I don't really have a choice, I'm cursed, this is penance"

Joseph laughed. "You think god, made the snow storm to punish you?"

"No, I think my grandmother did it, I just don't know how" You said squinting your eyes up at him slightly.

"Alright, c'mon, shower time" he said while bringing his hands to snake under your shirt, pulling it up until you stopped him. "Joseph!" you squealed slightly embarrassed.

"What?" he said genuinely confused, eyes searching your face.

"You can't just start undress me like that" you mumbled. "You've- We've, You've never seen me, or my-" he cut you off.

"You don't remember taking all your clothes off last night do you?" He said with a cheeky smile.

"No I did not" you said feeling your cheeks warm.

He nodded, biting at his bottom lip to keep his smile at bay. "The knickers stayed on, but yeah, you went full tits out babe" You could tell he was trying his hardest not to laugh, but you couldn't pretend you didn't see the pink colour that rose to his cheeks.

"Oh god!" You groaned, covering your face with your hands. "I can't believe I did that, I'm so sorry"

"Hey, I've seen tits before, nothing new to me" he said trying to play it cool.

"But you've never seen MY tits Joseph" you protested. "I wish I could have seen your reaction" you said honestly, a small laugh bubbling out from your chest.

"Truthfully? I panicked, I didn't know what to do, so I shoved one of my shirts on you, didn't really get a good look" He scratched the back of his head, suddenly unable to look at you directly, going back to leaning against the counter.

"Oh" you said quietly. "You can look, if- If you want, you know, while I shower..." you said bashfully "Not like I can really hide behind the glass anyway" you laughed awkwardly.

"Thank you" he said "For y'know- Uh being comfortable with that"

You smiled, reaching down to tug off the oversized shirt of his you were still wearing, peeling off your socks and then your underwear, holding them in front of your lower half awkwardly. "Could you, um, grab my toothbrush, and the toothpaste" you said pointing to the little basket behind him.

"Oh uh, y-yeah" he stuttered, turning to grab you your items and when we reached out to hand them to you, you dropped the clothes onto the ground and you could hear his breath hitch. Still he kept his eyes up when you took your things from his hands, and even if you felt shy you wanted him to look.

Turning your back to him and stepped into the shower, leaving the sliding glass door open just a little, knowing that when you turned he would tilt his head to look at your ass.

Your shower was quick, but it helped wake you up, and ease the ache in your skin from puking, and the thumping in your head. You washed your hair, and body with Joes stuff he kept in his shower, smiling when the smell of him enveloped you and the steamy air around you. You turned off the shower and peaked your head around the side of the door smiling when you saw Joseph still standing there. "Towels please?"

He leaned over and handed you two freshly clean towels, smelling of laundry detergent and him.

"Safe enough to leave you on your own?" he asked.

"Yeah I think I can manage" You said emerging from the shower wrapped in one towel and the other one on your head.

Joseph left you alone to get dressed. You took your time, blushing when you noticed the pair of clean underwear and a different shirt with a pair of sweatpants of Josephs folded neatly on the counter. You were here enough that you left articles of clothing around, and embarrassingly enough also your underwear. You shook your head before slipping them up your legs, wondering just how many pairs of your panties Joseph might have in his possession.

Taking out the shitty hair dryer from under the sink, and drying your hair until it was no longer dripping wet. Sliding Josephs clothes on your body before heading to the kitchen where you could smell a greasy breakfast being cooked up and your mouth watered, for a good reason this time.

"I should sleep over all the time if you're going to be making me breakfast" You said coming to sit on one of the stools at the island in the kitchen.

"Only because I don't want you chucking up anymore in my clean bathroom" he teased, looking over his shoulder at you while he shifted around what you assumed was bacon.

You cringed. "Yeah sorry about that... I shouldn't have had that much... You just" You trailed off, growing nervous about what you wanted to say. You were tired with lying about your feelings towards him. "You make me nervous" you said honestly with a huff.

He chuckled, turning to face you, while sliding bacon on two plates, along with a hefty amount of hash browns and a couple of pancakes. "Yeah you mentioned that last night"

"Well it's still true" you said leaning your hand on your cheek, picking at a piece of pancake and popping it into your mouth.

He came to sit next to you, and the two of you ate mostly in silence, enjoying the hum from the radio that was playing Christmas music, and watched the big fluffy snowflakes dance past the window.

After a cup of coffee, two Tylenol's, and an anti-nauseant you slowly started to feel normal again. Licking syrup off of your pinkie with a satisfied hum, going to bring your thumb to your mouth, but Joseph grabbed your hand lightly, never breaking eye contact while he look the pad of your thumb into his mouth and licked the remains syrup off of it.

"Y-you can't just do stuff like that" you whispered. Your voice unable to get any louder.

"Why not?" He asked with the tilt of his head, letting go of your hand.

"You just can't" you said with a shrug, fumbling with your fingers in your lap, your thumb still wet from his mouth.

"Why can't you let yourself be honest with how you feel about me"

"You're one to talk"

"I'll tell you every ounce of everything I've ever felt for you, right now, if that's what you want" he said reaching forward to hold one of your hands again. "But I need to know why you keep pushing it away" his head dipped down to look you in the eyes, only allowing him to meet yours for a second.

You pulled your hand away from him, standing up and walking towards the large window in his living room. Crossing your arms over your chest with your hands holding onto your biceps. He followed you, leaning against the doorway while he waited for you to speak, because he knew you would, and after a few moments you did.

"I don't know if I can handle another heartbreak... Especially from you" you turned to him, eyes slightly glassy with unshed tears, and your chest ached with unspoken fears.

"You know I'd never do that to you"

"But if you did" you shook your head, physically shaking the thought out of you. "I don't think I could take it"

He walked towards you slowly, bringing his hands to hold either sides of your face, making you look at him, the tears you fought so hard to keep at bay trailed down your cheeks.

"I promise that if you give me your heart, I'll keep it safe" he kissed you on the nose. "Forever" and you knew he meant it.

A small sob escaped you. "But I don't want to ruin what we have, what will the internet say, what if it ruins everything for you"

"I don't give a shit about that, I fell in love with you, the first time we met, and I had to watch you go through a terrible breakup, and it took everything in me not to beat his arse for treating you like that, and I told myself I'd never let anything like that happen to you again"

You heart was slamming against your ribcage. Every bit of skin he touched felt like it was on fire, the snow storm outside forgotten with the warmth you felt from him. "But Joseph-"

"Will you just shut up and let me kiss you?" He said cutting you off, standing almost chest to chest with you.

You nodded, unable to form words when he was looking at you like that. He held your face so delicately in his hands, thumb smoothing over the apple of your cheek as he leaned down agonizingly slow. Dipping his head so his nose brushed the side of yours ever so slightly, and you could feel his breath on your skin. When he finally pressed his lips to yours you felt yourself melt into him. A relieved sigh coming through your nose as you wrapped your arms around his neck, standing on your tippy toes.

His hands slid from your cheeks to your neck, thumbs just under your jaw as he pushed to tilt your head back, his tongue swiping across your lips, asking for entrance, which you allowed. Deepening the kiss you mewled softly, his tongue against yours making your stomach flip. Breaking the kiss only for a moment to speak he asked. "Is this- Are, do you want this?" He said hesitantly, all while planting slow, soft, and strategically placed kisses down your jaw and to your neck, stopping at your collarbone when you didn't reply. "Sweetheart?"

You hummed, tilting your head back to look at him. Your mind already foggy as you let him engulf your senses.

He brought one hand up to your chin, thumb grazing over your bottom lip, pulling it down before letting it flip back up with a tiny 'pop' sound "Tell me"

"Yeah" you whispered breathlessly. "Please"

"Please what?" he teased softly.

"Fuck me" you blushed.

He smirked. "I'm not going to fuck you just yet" he said sliding his hands under the bottom of your shirt, fingers pressing harshly into the doughy skin of your hips. "First I'm going to make love to you, and then" He paused, biting at the skin on your shoulder. "I'm going to fucking ruin you"

"Who says you can't do both at the same time" you quipped.

He looked at you like he was going to devour you, his pupils blown out and you could see the vein in his neck jump with each rapid heartbeat. He trailed his teeth against your jaw, and before you could stop it, you whimpered.

You whimpered at his words, his touch, everything about him had you falling apart in his hands and it only fired him up more. Walking you backwards until the back of your legs hit his bed, still not breaking the kiss as he lead you to lay down on your back, hovering over you. "You're so fucking pretty" He said returning his attention to your neck, kissing and nipping along the skin.

Your hands fumbled against his skin, reaching the waist band of his pyjamas pants but he shoved your hand away.

"What did I do?"

"Nothing" he breathed into your skin, "Jus' wanna love on you first"

You whined and arched your back into him so his chest touched yours. "Impatient little thing huh?" he cooed, sliding his hands down your body, his hands resting just below your breasts, thumbs pressing into the skin there. "How long as it been?"

"What?" You breathed, watching as his hands grabbed at the bottom of your shirt, pulling it up until you leaned forward enough for him to take it off completely. He leaned down, taking one of your breasts into his hands, squishing it slightly while his tongue trailed lazily over your nipple, pebbling under his warm breath. You moaned while he moved to your other breast, giving it an equal amount of attention.

"How long has it been?" he asked again, blowing air on your wet skin, cooling it slightly.

"Since what?" You breathed. Looking down at him, raking your fingers through his hair.

"Since you've been touched like this" His voice was low, almost primal when you finally met his eyes as he slid further down your body until his lips found your hips. Kissing and biting along the waistband of the sweatpants you wore, fingers dipping into the band tugging them down slowly.

"I- uh- Don't remember" you said shaking your head, unable to form a proper sentence. "I haven't, even-"

You heard him groan when your pants slid past your ass, eyeing the damp patch on your panties that was very visible. Throwing the pants aside he came back up to hover over you, one of his hands sliding across your stomach until dipping between your legs. Tears almost instantly pooling in your eyes at the sensation.

"Fucking christ baby" he said while pressing his fingers harder into the wet fabric. "You don't touch yourself?"

"It's been a while" You mewled, pushing your hips down into his hand. He moved his hands up to pull at the band of your panties, pulling them off you in one quick motion, before returning to his position between your legs, leaning his cheek against one of your wobbly knees while slipping his fingers back down, between your slick folds.

"Pussy this pretty and you don't touch it?" he said teasing your clit with the pad of his thumb. "You're fuckin' soaked"

"Oh my god" you whined. "Please Joseph"

"What hmm? What do you need" he asked with a mocking tone, slipping one of his thick fingers into you, making your eyes roll back. He curled his finger up into you repeatedly, hitting that spongey wall just on the other side of your clit.

"This, this, fuck Joseph, I needed this, I needed you" you huffed. "I've always needed you"

He groaned into the skin of your knee, still continuing his movements as he began kissing down your leg, reaching your thigh. Kissing across your waist until you were begging under him, the word 'please' falling off of your lips over and over again.

"Please what?" He teased, blowing air onto your wet cunt. Face inches away from where you wanted him.

Your hands pushing back his hair while you made eye contact. "I need your mouth on me, please Jospeh I- uh!" You squealed when his tongue swiped up your folds, plump lips circling your clit, sucking on it ever so slightly.

"I love it when you say my name like that" He spoke against your cunt. "Fucked out and I haven't even given you my cock yet" he growled.

"If you keep fucking me with your fingers like that, I wont get to cum on your cock" you said quickly.

"Oh baby, you think you're only cumming once?" he said leaning back to look at you, his face wet with your arousal, his fingers moving quicker, his other hand rubbing circles on your clit, watching as your hips began rolling instinctively, your body attempting to reach your orgasm.

"Oh, oh, oh, keep doing that, just like that" Your orgasm shooting through you, that sharp tingle from the pit of your stomach, hitting each and every one of your limbs. The tips of your fingers and toes, it made the goosebumps rise across your skin until your moans became silent until you were gasping for air riding it out until you were sobbing.

Joseph removed his hands from you, coming back up to hover over you, smoothing your hair out of your face, his hands still wet with you. "Shh, you're okay sweet thing" he said soothingly, one hand rubbing roughly across your chest, up and down between the valley of your breasts, helping calm your breathing. "You okay? You back with me?" he said quietly.

Your head rolled to the side to look at him, a lazy smile spreading across your face. "More than okay" you said leaning forward to sit up. Grabbing onto his shoulders and pulling yourself into his lap, straddling him. His hands coming to squish at the skin on your waist while you tugged at his pants once more.

"Get these off, and get inside me" you said a little more aggressively than you meant, causing you to laugh at your own voice. "I've thought about this for way too long for me to wait one more second" you said reaching your hand into his pants to palm at his dick, hot and heavy in your hands.

"Do you want me to blow you?" you asked with eyes looking far too innocent for words like that to be coming out of your mouth. Beginning to jerk him slowly, swiping your thumb across his tip, spreading the pre cum around.

"Fucking Christ angel" he said with a laugh, like he was almost in disbelief about what was currently happening. "I wont last that long in your mouth, and I really wanna cum in that pretty pussy of yours" the grip he had on your hips tightened, his brows furrowing as he looked down between your two bodies, your hand working his now slick dick, and your cunt which was definitely leaving a darker wet patch on his pants. He moved his hands to shove his pants down the rest of the way, kicking them off the last few inches before returning his hands to your hips.

Holding onto his shoulders you kneeled above him, letting him line up his cock to your entrance, swiping it back and forth a few times, collecting your slick before pushing up into you slightly.

A high pitch mewl left your lips as your face scrunched, dropping your forehead to his while he pushed in the rest of the way.

"Oh fuck" you breathed. He stretched you out so well, easing your hips down until he filled you to the tilt. "You, you, oh my god" you hiccuped. "I feel like I can't breathe" you said tilting your head back, blissed the fuck out.

"You're taking me so well" he groaned, moving his hips up slightly. "Tight fucking pussy, made for this cock"

"I feel so f-full" you said pushing up on your knees, bouncing up and down as best as you could with how good you were feeling. The hot ache in the pit of your stomach already starting to spread. "You're fucking me so good Joey oh my god"

"Course you do, desperate little thing" He said fucking up into you harder, making tiny squeaks come out of your mouth, unable to make any other noise. "You gunna cum again pretty girl?" he said reaching down between you both to rub at your clit.

You could only nod, tears rolling down your cheeks again. "C'mere baby" he said pulling you down to his chest so you could hold onto him while you rode him while his hips continued to snap against yours, hand squished against your two bodies, rubbing messily at your clit as best as he could.

"Joey, Joey, I'm-" you mumbled into the crook of his neck, sucking and biting at the skin there, sure to leave a mark that the internet would go crazy for, but Joseph didn't care, he wasn't going to stop you, if he was making you feel this good.

"Come on baby, cum on this fucking cock" he said through gritted teeth holding off his own orgasm as he felt you start to shake on top of him.

"Fuck, fuck you, and your per-FUCK!" you yelled feeling your orgasm peak, flooding through you as you trembled and sobbed once more. You pulled back from him and started lifting your hips with him, pushing him to his orgasm like he did with yours. "Cum in me baby, please, fill me up, own me, mark my pussy"

"Filthy fucking mouth" he said shaking his head, tongue coming out over his top lip in concentration as he reached his orgasm. Cumming with a few shaky thrusts, groaning into the skin just under your collar bone, where his face rested against you.

The two of you stayed like that for a few minutes, heavily breathing against each other. You ran your hands through his hair.

"Why did we wait so long to do this?" you said quietly, laughing a little.

Joseph laughed with you, leaning back to look at you. "You're so fucking pretty, you know that?"

"You should look in a mirror" you said leaning down to kiss him softly on the lips. "I love you too, you know, if that wasn't already obvious"

"Well thank god, because with a mouth like that I'm never letting you go" he said wrapping his arms around you tightly, pulling you flush against his chest.

You giggled into him, shifting your hips slightly, causing him to hiss. "Shit sorry" you said blushing. "I just, can feel your cum dripping out of me"

Josephs face turned red while he slowly pulled himself out of you, rolling the two of you onto your sides, hand instantly on your waist. "How are you feeling? Do you need anything?" he asked while propping his head up on his hand, leaning on his elbow.

"I feel great Joseph" You giggled. "A bit achy if I'm honest, think you might have bruised my insides"

Josephs hand moved to your stomach while you laughed, pressing into the doughy skin there. "M'sorry, I wanted to be sweet about it, but that mouth of yours" he said with a whistle. "You'd get me to do just about anything"

"Good" you said leaning forward to press another soft kiss to his lips. "Cause if I remember correctly, you said you were going to ruin me?" you teased, trailing a finger down his bicep. "And I don't know about you, but I don't think I look particularly ruined"

He huffed a breath, letting his head fall back onto the bed. "You might actually be the death of me love"

Scooting closer to him, you rested your head against his chest, wrapping one arm around his torso, tilting your head to give him a quick kiss before cuddling back into him. "Maybe we can nap a little first" you said disregarding your previous statement. The warmth from Joseph calming you quickly, and the fatigue of two orgasms and good sex crawling up your body inch by inch.

"I think that's a great idea" Joseph said with a hum. "Come up 'ere, lets get into bed" he said leaning forward. You groaned in protest, pouting when he separated himself from you, but only for him to grab you and pull you up the bed easily like you weighed nothing. He wrapped his blankets around you, fluffed the pillows before you laid down onto them and kissed your bare shoulder before tugging your back into his chest, his breath warm on the back of your neck.

"I love you" he said, and although you couldn't see his face, you could hear his smile.

"I love you back" you laughed.

"Question" he said after a few moments.

"mmhmm?" you said sleepily.

"Were you going to say I had a perfect cock? when you were cumming?" the teasing tone in his voice was thick, and you resisted the urge to turn over and pinch him.

"Oh my god, shut up" you said embarrassed, shoving your face into your pillow, to which he only pulled you closer to him.

"I guess I'll just have to get you to admit it again later, but I don't think you'll be able to even form a sentence by the time I'm done with you" He nipped at your shoulder, nuzzling his face back into your neck before getting comfy behind you.

"Good" You quipped.

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Thundertober Day Six: Spiritual

This idea was playing around in my mind for a while. When Thundertober came along, I thought I'd slot it in here. It was originally inspired by the song Saturn by Sleeping At Last. If you want to experience absolute heartbreak, I suggest reading whilst listening to it.

Last thing to say is... sorry.

AO3 here

Days: One ~ Two ~ Three ~ Four ~ Five

Warnings for: Heavy mentions of grief and death. Gripped with grief, Alan has a visit from someone he least expects. Tagging: @thunder-tober @skymaiden32 @idontknowreallywhy (just going to put it out there that if you want to be tagged in any future Thundertober pieces, or future pieces in general, let me know and I'll tag you too!)

One year.

One year since he’d transferred to home schooling.

One year since the funeral.

One year of mourning and grieving and crying, and he still wasn’t over it, because to Alan that one year had only felt like one hour.

To Alan, it felt like he’d only just begun to grieve yet another one of his parents.

It hurt worse than last time, probably because he had a precious few more memories than he had with Mom. He hated it. He wanted to carve his heart from his chest, if only to stop the pain for just a moment. He was too young to have experienced this twice. Did he do something wrong in a past life, maybe, to get dealt this shitty hand?

The process of balancing grieving and living was new to him. He didn’t know how to do both simultaneously. Call him naive, but he truly did seem baffled when the world didn’t stop at the news of their father’s demise.

Nobody helped him. Of course, he knew they were all trying their best, but Alan had never felt more alone than in those first few months.

Scott had begun to bury himself in work, Virgil spent every waking hour either in his art studio or in the hangers, John had grown more reclusive, and Gordo had seemed to have lost that spark that usually made him the fun one to be around, even in times of crisis.

Now, one year later, there was a semblance of normality that was seeping back through, but it still felt like everyone else had found their feet much faster than Alan. He begun to feel like the world had moved on but he was still trapped in that horrible place he’d been since the news was first broken to him. He began to fear that he would stay trapped there forever, unable to move forward because how does one learn to live without either parent?

Clearly it was possible, given his brothers’s apparently seamless transitions to orphans, but Alan couldn’t understand how they’d done it, and he didn’t dare ask for help. He didn’t dare talk about any of it much at all actually. Any time Dad was mentioned, it felt like a shard of ice had pierced his heart.

It wasn’t uncommon for him to cry himself to sleep these days, and he was pretty certain he could count all the times he hadn’t done that on one hand. Like everything else in his life, Alan thought that this was it. Crying himself to sleep every night would be his new constant and, for a while, he found comfort in that. Besides, the crying felt like releasing the pressure from a pressure cooker. Perhaps crying would stop him from inevitably bursting?

But tonight, Alan didn’t feel like crying. Tonight, despite still feeling that pressure building, he couldn’t release it.

The lack of that embrace led him to panic.

Did that mean he was finally done grieving? He didn’t feel like he had.

Did that mean he was finally over Dad’s death? He couldn’t have been if he still felt lost.

He curled his legs up to his chest under his sheets, arms holding them there tightly as he willed himself to cry because he should be crying. It didn’t seem right that he wasn’t. Worse than that, it didn’t seem fair. Dad deserved more than just a few months of crying, didn’t he? He deserved decades of grieving because he was Dad. Alan couldn’t be over all of that yet!

The thought of it making him a bad person swarmed his mind. He became overwhelmed easily.

Maybe he didn’t care enough about Dad to continue grieving.

Maybe he didn’t love him enough.

Maybe he—

Alan’s bedroom door creaked open, light from the hallway beyond bleeding through. A figure stood in the doorway, shrouded in the shadows. At first, Alan thought that maybe it was Scott or John coming to check in on him. He blinked in an attempt to discern who it was.

The figure stepped into the room but didn’t close the door behind him. They paced over to Alan’s bed and sat themselves down on the edge.

“You need to stop beating yourself up, son.”

The tears still failed to run but Alan could feel a new sort of pressure building from his stomach. Relief, maybe? He wasn’t sure. He hadn’t experienced many instances of that feeling for a long, long time. Hope, perhaps?

Because sitting in front of him, on his bed, was Dad.

Alan felt frozen to the spot, wide eyes staring into the shadowy features of his father’s face. There wasn’t enough light to decipher details and it infuriated him.

“How—? You…”

He wanted to scream the house down that Dad was home! That he was still alive! That he was right there in front of him, but before Alan could bolt up out of his bed, Dad gently shook his head. He glanced over to the window where Alan’s alien themed curtains were still open to the night beyond. The starry sky had always offered him comfort.

Dad smiled. “It’s a clear night. Plenty of stars to be seen.” He turned his attention back to Alan. “Which one’s your favourite?”

“Canopus.”

“Why’s that?”

“Because it has a pretty name.” Alan half-lied.

Dad caught on immediately and let out a gentle laugh. “And?”

Alan fiddled with the stitching on his sheet. “And… because it doesn’t have to be the brightest star in the sky to still serve a purpose.”

The first time John had told Alan about Canopus, Alan had disregarded the star because it wasn’t as cool as Sirius. Then, after a few months, and a talk with Dad, Alan had changed his opinion.

Being the fifth child in a family of exceedingly talented children meant that Alan was never going to be the Sirius of the Tracy family, but that was okay because he could shine in different ways. He might not grow up to be the brightest of the bunch, but he would still have a place, a purpose, amongst his brothers that would be just as important.

Dad seemed to understand all of that without Alan having to even begin explaining what he meant.

And that’s when the realisation hit him.

“You’re not real, are you?”

Alan wasn’t sure when he’d drifted off to sleep, but this dream told him that he must have.

Because Dad wasn’t home.

He wasn’t alive.

He was merely a ghost, built off what little Alan could remember. Hence the shadowed face. Alan had already begun to forget the tiny details that made Dad Dad.

“Promise me something, son.” Dad caught one of his son’s fiddling hands in his and gently squeezed. “Promise me you’ll search the stars one day, Alan.”

The silence that held the room was unnatural. Even his breathing seemed to still.

“Promise me you’ll go out there and explore and navigate and be extraordinary. Promise me you’ll hold onto my legacy, maybe even surpass it, and go on to do beautiful things. The universe is yours, Alan. There’s not only a whole world to explore, but the great expanse of the cosmos. Promise me you won’t ever let any opportunity slip out of your reach.”

Alan couldn’t find the words. He was too busy trying to ignore the pressure that was still building and building within him. He still couldn’t place the feeling.

“And promise me that you’ll remember that I will always be with you. I will never leave you. I will always be in here.” Dad’s free hand lifted and planted itself over Alan’s heart.

He still couldn’t make out any details on Dad’s face, but Alan was sure he was smiling at him. He clung to that, as though it was the last time he’d ever see a glimpse of that smile because he knew that it was.

“Everyone else has moved on, Dad. They’ve all carried on with life and I don’t think I’ll ever be able to.”

“Grieving is hard, Alan. You’re doing a good job.”

“I don’t feel like I am.”

“Grieving is part of life, son. Our capability to feel grief can be exhausting and painful, but it’s also what makes us human. People grieve in different ways. Just because your brothers seem to have moved on, I can assure you that they haven’t. It isn’t something someone can just dismiss one day.”

The thought of his brothers still hurting when Alan had so easily assumed they had gone back to normal had him feeling guilty. He had been so wrapped up in his own panic that he would be forever grieving that he hadn’t even considered the idea of his brothers being in the same boat.

“How do I… do it? How do they do it?”

“There’s no guidebook to grieving, son. You live and you learn.”

“I don’t know if I can live without both you and Mom.”

“You still have your brothers, Alan. Hold onto them. Hold onto all those you love. They’ll guide you through this, just as you’ll guide them.”

“I don’t think I can cry anymore.” Alan admitted, a little guiltily.

“You don’t have to cry to grieve. It’s okay not to cry, son. It doesn’t mean you don’t care.”

Alan stared at the shadowy figure that was sat on his bed. He focussed on the feeling of Dad holding his hand. He took a deep breath in, willing his voice not to break.

“I miss you, Dad.”

In the dream, Alan blinked.

In reality, he awoke.

The stars were still shining outside his open window and his bedroom door had been opened to allow a crack of light through, but that was where the similarities to the dream ended.

Alan rolled out of his bed and made his way to his window, staring up at the stars. The pressure that had been building in his dreams was still there, though Alan still couldn’t name the feeling. Perhaps it didn’t have a name. His gaze caught sight of Canopus and Alan’s lips twisted into a small smile.

“I promise I will search the stars, Dad.” He whispered to himself, palm rising to ghost where dream-Dad had placed his hand, where his real dad would forever remain; over his heart. “I promise I’ll search them until I find you again one day.”

#thundertober 2023 #thunderbirds fanfiction #five fics #alan tracy #jeff tracy #thunderbirds are go

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Issei Matsukawa was pretty sure that some higher power thrived off of watching him suffer. As if the last few months weren’t taxing enough - getting ordained, dealing with groomzilla Oikawa, dealing with other groomzilla Iwaizumi, and taking on a co-op role of Iwa’s best man with Makki, who, by all accounts, should never be allowed to plan anything by himself - he now had to share a room with you; his best friend, Oikawa’s person of honor, and someone he’s been horrendously in love with for so long he’s forgotten what it’s like to not be in love with you.

When he first found out the news, he thought ‘this is fine, we can handle this. It’s just a room’, but the back of his mind was scrambling to figure out what he possibly could have done that would have pissed the gods enough for them to punish him like this (he could only recall that one time during New Years, when he picked his nose and wiped it on the shrine; but he was six, and Makki had dared him, so surely they had forgiven him for that?). He was too stuck in his head to notice the lilt in Oikawa’s voice as he explained that ‘We’re just trying to save some money, and Makki is already rooming with so-and-so, so you understand, right Mattsun?’, nor the mischievous glint in his eyes as he handed him the two hotel room keys, along with an order to not show up late to the ceremony, to which Mattsun only barely nodded to.

One night. One room. It’ll be fine, he thinks.

His heart dropped to the pit of his stomach when he saw the singular mattress in the middle of the hotel room. He briefly wondered if Oikawa was the aforementioned higher power. Does he know about the booger?

Mattsun almost wanted to laugh at the sheer ridiculousness of it all, because of course. Of course Oikawa would use his own wedding to try to get Mattsun to confess for the millionth time. Of course Oikawa would make it as uncomfortable as possible for him in the process. Of course Makki would be in on it; Iwaizumi too, probably (although begrudgingly so). Of course he was, once again, at the mercy of his shitty friends, forced to suffer through another awful set up that’s destined to go horribly wrong.

He knew whoever was “upstairs” was laughing at him. They were laughing at his suffering and honestly? He wouldn’t be surprised if Oikawa did turn out to be some sort of demigod, who’s only mission was to make Mattsun wish the next funeral he’d have to plan was his own.

After a rush to the bathroom, a splash of cold water, and a less-than-peppy “pep” talk in the mirror, Mattsun decided that he could do this. He can totally sleep next to you for one night. He’ll face away from you, or lay over the blankets, or even sleep on the floor - whatever will help minimize contact between you two. He’ll hash out the details later. The important thing is, he can do this.

He could not do this.

He didn’t plan for you to look as good as you did tonight. He didn’t think to consider that you would practically beg him to dance, feeling you pressed up against his chest as you giggled breathlessly into his ear. He didn’t factor in the possibility that you would forget to pack pajamas, which meant you ended up in one of his shirts. He didn’t take into account how good you always smelled, and how it would envelope him as you laid next to him, soft breaths hitting his shoulder as he stared at the ceiling.

Mattsun played with his fingers as he tried his best to force sleep to overtake him, but all the little things had been building up throughout the day, and he was just so tired, and so hopelessly in love, he just couldn’t take it anymore.

He shifted; turned toward you. He took a moment to appreciate the moonlit path that shimmered across your cheekbone, the way your other cheek squished against the pillow, the hands that balled together against your chest. He saw your nose scrunch a little at something - probably his breath - and the final thread of hesitation gave away.

“Hey. Are you awake?” His voice was soft, a whisper, in case you were actually sleeping.

Your nose scrunched again.

“No,” you whispered back, and you smiled and opened your eyes to look at him. His breath caught in his throat, but he somehow managed a smile back.

“Funny.”

“I’m here all week.”

“Y/n,” he started. He swallowed. “Are we friends?”

You furrowed your brows, and nodded slowly.

He exhaled. Reached a hand to touch your cheek. His fingertips danced over your skin - his touch light as a feather, like you were the most delicate thing in the world.

“Just friends?”

You looked at him for what felt like an eternity, your face unreadable. He couldn’t tell what you were thinking, and every second you didn’t answer him had him falling deeper into a new kind of pain he had never experienced before.

You shook your head.

He felt the hope spread throughout his chest as he sucked in a breath. His touch deepened, ever so slightly.

“More?” He whispered. You reached up to cup the hand on your cheek, turning your head to place a soft kiss into his palm.

“More,” you affirmed.

Issei Matsukawa was pretty sure that he owed an apology to whatever higher power he had been cursing the last few months. Maybe Oikawa wasn’t a demigod - or maybe he was, but he was helpful, rather than spiteful - and maybe whoever was hanging out upstairs dealing with him had been as frustrated with him as he had been with himself.

As his fingers trailed up your thigh and you whispered affirmations of love into his very soul, he realized, begrudgingly, that he would have to thank Oikawa tomorrow, but when he smiled against your lips for the first time, he decided that he'd gladly thank a smug Oikawa a thousand times over if it meant he finally got to have you.

yet another repost from my old archive so I look semi productive. Minor edits but this one was always a fav so barely any edits tbh lol. enjoy the simple cute fluff fic and don't forget to check out our new network - shibuya station!

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Whumptober 2023 No. 9 - Mistaken Identity

Scogan Bingo challenge Pillows

"Logan …" These two syllables contained at least three exclamation marks which was an achievement all by itself, considering Scott should actually still be in that certain blissful post-surgery condition of being drugged to the brim and that his voice currently had about as much strength as an 80's stereo with dying batteries. Somehow, the guy still managed to file a complaint approximately 10 minutes after waking up, and right now, Logan was even far too happy about this so unexpectedly quickly returning energy to give him shit for it.

He just didn’t have time to deal with that familiar, strangely beloved nagging right now. "Give me a second, Slim. Almost done." At least that was what Logan hoped, taking a good long look around the luxurious guest apartment on the top floor of Stark Tower that should be their shared accommodations for an undetermined period to come. A half-smoked cigar almost forgotten dangling from between two fingertips, Logan walked the spacious floor of the living chambers, the bedroom, and the bathroom once more, trying to make out any possible too-tight hallways and obstacles, anything he might have missed regarding Scott's current sensitive needs. At least the kitchen, he didn’t need to include in that last patrol, he thought with a wry grin, firmly closing that door.

Scott was a walking disaster in any kitchen even at his best of health, and right now, Logan wanted him even less anywhere near a stove. That was what takeout and Stark's servants were for. While Logan wasn’t thrilled to make either of them dependent on an Avenger of all people? After the clusterfuck that had been the last Hellfire Gala, their means and options were limited, and Tony and Emma had both insisted. Not to mention, right now Scott was simply in a shitty position to refuse such kind offers from friends, family, and business partners. They might both not be horribly hot on it, but until Scott would be better, enjoying and making use of all merits that came with residing at one of Tony's homes was the best choice.

Logan just needed to make sure, his lover wouldn’t get his cute ass in trouble right again, after Logan had only just pulled it from another deadly torture trap. Stark's scientists and medics, together with Synch, should not have had spent almost two days for nothing, making sure, Scott would be back to fighting shape in a couple of months, with any luck, instead of spending the rest of his days in a wheelchair and basically blind. Somewhat convinced that there were at least no tripping hazards and impassable spots in the apartment, Logan strode back towards the bedroom, reluctant to leave Scott alone for too long, no matter how believably Emma had convinced him, the procedures had gone as well as could be expected and that Scott was now on the mend. There were far too many things for Logan's taste regarding that recovery that could still go wrong. Not to mention that short moment yesterday in the operating theater when he'd seen his lover as hopeless and resigned as never before since he knew that stubborn asshole. That was definitely something Logan didn’t want to encounter again anytime soon. If what was left of mutant world for the moment was to keep one of its most important leaders and Logan was to keep the man he finally was no longer afraid to admit he loved just as much as the woman whom they'd both just lost to that very same last tragedy … Then he needed to be around and attentive a little more than was usually in his nature, little as he might like it. Following that trail of thought, Logan grimaced at what was left of his smoke in his hand when he realized, some ash was about to give the expensive red and gold carpet an interesting new pattern. Impatiently, he hurried to the next best sink to get rid of the offending object.

"Logan …" This time, there was a hint of amusement in that meek sound.

"Yeah, yeah. I'll be right with you." The unplanned detour back to the kitchen had a very positive side-effect, Logan realized, remembering that those instructions for watching over his lover, especially in the first few nights had named proper hydration as one of the top priorities. While Logan had already stored a whole six-pack of that disgusting mild sparkling brew that Scott preferred, next to the bed, he'd forgotten to bring either glasses or straws, and he couldn’t find the latter in that damn kitchen for the life of him. Which sucked because Logan wouldn’t be around 24/7 for glasses refills, as much as he would have loved to …

This time, the voice came from the kitchen speaker connected to the apartment's internal communication line that Logan had had a very entertained-looking Synch install for him in here earlier, just in case even his enhanced senses couldn’t pick up at a possible call for assistance from the bedroom for once. "Logan, if you don't get your ass in here right now, I'll try out that miracle construction of Stark's just to come and get you." Well, that didn’t sound a lot like an emergency. More like Scott was indeed about to do exactly what he was so strictly forbidden from right now, just to kick Logan's ass.

That would have been so fucking in-character for the guy that Logan decided to rather not fight Scott for once, returning to the bed at least with those glasses, a package of crushed ice under his arm, and an impatient eye-roll on his face. "Like hell you will. Not before they tell you to. We can talk about sitting up tomorrow morning though, if you're not too much of a pain until then." Logan draped the glasses next to where the first bottle was waiting, on that movable tray that was just one of the many high-tech attachments that Stark had equipped that bed with that inevitably would have to serve as the center of Scott's life for a while. Not paying attention to a scowl on his lover's face that not even the thick white bandages temporarily blocking his sight could hide, Logan sat down on the mattress right next to where Scott was perched in a slightly upright position under three blankets and went for the final check. Which included, trying out for himself if he could reach all remotes for TV, trays, and communicators from the mattress without twisting and turning any more than necessary. It was a bit of a stretch, but between them, Scott notoriously had longer arms, so …

"Logan." There was an unexpected tenderness in Scott's voice when he spoke up next, along with a tired vulnerability that Logan cared a lot less for. But in a way, that, too, was positive. It assured Logan that for once, his lover knew exactly that after his latest ordeal, he was in for more than his body could deal with for now, since all people capable of healing such severe damage within minutes were not available for the moment. "You're …"

"… basically done, so shut it. I think you could use another one of those." Logan frowned at a couple of pillows in Scott's back that were already denting in under the weight that was this partly external metal construction serving as a replacement for Scott's shattered spine until either everything Synch and those doctors had put back together earlier would be ready to function on its own … Or until what was left of their race would manage to undo that whole latest catastrophe and bring back everyone and everything they had lost. Including a physical shape for one of their heroes that didn’t need nanobots, titanium, computer programs, and electricity to function.

"… fussing," Scott continued his own sentence, unfazed, that smile broadening on his healing lips which almost had their beautiful, full curve back, those at least.

"I'm most definitely not." Logan crossed his arms with an irritated grumble until he remembered that Scott couldn’t see that right now and lowered them again with a sigh. Deciding that the pillow could probably wait, he sunk back a little deeper into the mattress and cautiously sneaked his arm under Scott's unmoving shape instead, shuddering at the touch of that exo-spine against his elbow.

The smooth coldness, broken by wires and artificial joints, was quickly made forgotten by the sensation of Scott's skin under Logan's agitated caress on his neck, fortunately. The pulse under Logan's fingertips was still a little slow but it was strong and steady. Scott's tall, usually so resilient shape was also no longer drenched in the sickening scent of poison, infection, and the rusty, perverted contraption that would almost have blown him to pieces either. There was a little too much stubble for Logan's taste on those high cheekbones, and they were a little too hollowed still and far too pale …

But Logan was pretty sure, if he went searching for a razor now or brought up trying to get on the balcony for an hour or so of sun tomorrow, Scott would cut his throat with a glass shard. "Fine. Maybe. A little. Can you blame me?"

"Never did. So stop obsessing. You know that's my job." Scott leaned into that suddenly trembling touch against his neck with a sigh, his battered body relaxing against the almost rock-hard mattress a good deal more immediately.

Huh. Maybe Logan didn’t need to worry so much about getting his lover comfortable whenever he wasn’t in here as long as he made sure not to fuck up when he was. Starting, apparently, with being less obvious about feelings he hadn’t even really let into his own soul yet that Scott could pick up far too easily. The guy knew him damn well for someone who hadn’t been around for the better part of the last few years. And why? Because the two – the three – of them had been stupid enough to let political troubles and diverging missions come between what they'd shared for a just as short as intense, wonderful time on that damn moon. Scott wouldn’t want to hear that, but the truth was – that he was lying here in this lousy state right now, partly was due to Logan not being there in the right moment. Well, he'd always been a huge fan of not making the same mistake twice. "Your only job is getting back on your feet right now, Slim. You let me worry about the rest." Logan leaned in to kiss any possible protest off those pouting lips before it could come, frowning again when those damn pillows dipped even lower under his additional, not inconsiderate weight. He needed to instruct JARVIS to get something better in here as soon as Scott was no longer awake to punch him in the dick for it.

"You can't babysit me for the next five months," Scott reminded him with as much firm determination as he could manage right now, one weak arm loosely slung around Logan's shoulders so he couldn’t back away. "I need you out there more than ever right now. I need you to look out for the others until I can go back to doing that myself. And even until then, don’t think for even a second that I'll be spending my days only crying into chocolate ice cream over Say Yes To The Dress and pining for you to return. I'll have Stark set up a proper communication central in here the moment I'm no longer on even too much Vicodin to not want to fuck you stupid right now. I need to be in touch with everyone still around if we want to make this whole thing right."

"I'm not sure that's such a good idea, Slim." Logan was reluctant to bring up that subject on top of everything already wrecking Scott's soul. But if he didn’t want to risk another possible hit, not only mentally but maybe in the shape of a dangerous attack on this building, too, if someone with the wrong intentions and allegiance did the math? Then he had to get that new insanity out of his lover's still quite trauma-addled brain as quickly as possible. "You're basically a dead man walking right now. Most might not believe it's you if they see you just on a screen, especially with your fancy Freddy Krueger imitation of a face right now. And some others will demand an explanation for the Capitol. Captain Krakoa is not exactly popular with the kids right now."

"I'm not going to apologize for things I didn’t do," Scott gritted out, the increasingly shaking hand not busy clenching down on Logan's hair for purchase turning into a harsh fist. "I'm done with that."

"I'm not asking you to." Logan bent down for brief, soothing kiss to Scott's still slightly heated forehead. "Just to stay under until we found out who took your mantle, and word has gotten around that this was not on you. We don't want any unwelcome visitors here as long as you can't leave on your own two legs if necessary."

"Anyone who needs actual proof that I didn’t attack humanity is no longer welcome in my life, period." Scott's expression only darkened further, and Logan knew, if he hadn’t been ordered to keep his eyes shut until the last of these dangerous infections of his lids had healed, there would be a warning flash of red behind his usual ruby shields right now. "People had decades to memorize the lower half of my face, Logan. Few only ever even saw me only with a pair of glasses on. If they still can't tell my fucking jawline from someone else's? Apparently, I did even more wrong than I thought whenever I went out there. I'm not waiting until they want to book me for Men's Health again to make that right. We've lost too many and too much for that."

"Pretty sure there was never one of our kind on Men's Health, Slim." Logan let out an exhausted sigh but decided that was a discussion for tomorrow. Or at least for the time when Scott would be allowed to open his eyes again and the question of starting to work would become an actual, real issue. Until then, Logan had at least a couple of weeks to get some sense back into that guy. And as usual in mutant world, things might already look a whole lot different a couple of days from now. "How about you start on that beauty sleep right now though? I'll check with Stark and Emma if there's anything you should know." Logan already made a move to get out of bed again when he paused at the feeble but unmistakable touch of a large, bony hand around his wrist, the unspoken, still slightly shy word on Scott's slightly opened lips.

On second thoughts, things like communicators existed. And he had a more important duty here to do, obviously. "Slim, I don't think that's …" This time, Logan interrupted himself with a grimace. Maybe there was a thing as being too worried.

It at least didn’t look unbearably painful when Scott straightened up on his elbows a little once Logan was back beside him, and reached for his still mostly paralyzed left thigh with his teeth clenched, his upper body twisted to the side as much as the corset temporarily restricting him allowed. Still an impossible endeavor for now, though.

Good thing, Logan was usually far better without a lot of words anyway. Scooting close enough, he carefully pushed his arms under his lover's compromised shape and helped him turn to his side before snuggling up against him, cautiously bracketing those long, haggard legs with his own, his face buried against Scott's neck. The obstacle of the exo-spine between them was nothing more than a neglectable resistance against Logan's own metal-enhanced chest while he deeply breathed in that grounded, clean smell that was his lover's beloved scent, his own eyes quickly falling close as he listened to Scott's heartbeat and breathing becoming even more slower and more regular. Well, that probably meant, there was indeed no need for any more pillows.

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Home is Where the Heart is (Part Two) || Farmer!Rick Grimes (TWD) x Teacher!GN!reader AU

Part 1...

rick grimes taglist: @golden-hoax

AVAILABLE ON AO3

Inspiration: Like Real People Do by Hozier.

Summary: Your life was spinning out of control, you knew that. After a string of particularly shattering events, you decided it was time to start anew. With a little help from one of your Grandma's rentals, you found yourself in the small town of Alexandria. The last thing you expected was your neighbor, Rick Grimes.

TWS: starting over, swearing, and identity crisis.

[[A/N: pretty is used gender neutrally here, so if you don't like that I'm sorry!!!Thanks for reading !!! For that anon, ly <3, enjoy :))) ]]

You were staring at your computer screen, the empty word document not quite intimidating you but it was definitely... something. The flickering little line that showed where you were typing was starting to get annoying though.

It was a lesson plan, one of the first ones actually, but one you had put off until further notice. Just something about the circulum hadn't sat right with you that day so you pushed it off. And then you pushed it off again, and again, and again-

Needless to say, you were now about two weeks away from your first-ever semester. Solo semester. You'd been a teacher's aide before, but never... never on your own. Just 'a lack of positions where you lived, and you weren't willing to relocate' problem, really. It was exciting and nervewracking and a lot-

Your life couldn't have been upturned at a worse time, honestly. Especially with so little experience on your own, but you told yourself you'd own it. You'd-

Just as you were getting into the groove of your writing process, your laptop flickered off. And then, you noticed the lights were off too. Your power was out.

"Fuck," you groaned out, half tempted to through your head down onto the table.

It wasn't a surprise, really. You knew that the internet wasn't exactly the best out here, and you'd bet that the electricity would be a little spotty too. But just because it made sense, didn't make it any less shitty.

You roamed outside, hoping to possibly get some cell service -to call the electricity company, or maybe your Grandma? Actually, now that you thought of it, you weren't sure that you knew who did the electricity of the house-

"Funny seein' you 'ere," the deep drawl lured you out of your thoughts -southern beyond belief.

You shifted, shading your eyes from the sun but just enough in his direction to see him. He stood tall, the morning looked good on him, his curls freshly washed and shirt unstained. The breeze of the morning tussled him slightly, and despite the warmth, he didn't look bothered by it. Out on the front porch in a set of pajama pants and coffee held gently in his hands -it looked warm, was Rick Grimes.

"Hey," you responded, dumbfounded -your brain had all but flatlined at the man... again.

He looked at you questioning, the slightest raise of an eyebrow -a sort of small smile brushing across the brim of his mug (almost teasing), "You're up early."

"Too early," you groaned, taking a seat on your porch in a delicately colored rocking chair -your Grandma's doing if you had to guess, "-working on some lesson plans I should've done months ago."

"Lesson plans? You the new teacher?"

You laughed, slightly, nervous, "Word spreads fast around here, then?"

"Always," he grinned, "-you'd be lucky to do anythin' out here without commentary."

You smiled, looking out into your yard -the billowing grass and trees were unfamiliar but peaceful. It was nice to just exist for a moment with someone else, even if you hardly knew them, it was nice. Freeing, even.

"What's the lead theory as to why I'm here?"

"Not sure," Rick paused, tilting his head towards you, attentive, "-why you got a good reason?"

"A super mysterious one," you answered back -playfully, "-what do you think I should go with? Spy overseas, or undercover royalty under witness protection?"

He chuckled, lightly, and something in your chest fluttered -the deep timber swimming into your head. He has a nice laugh, you noted somewhere far away in your head. It was just a thought, you'd let your brain get away with it this once.

"You lookin' for better stories or more intrigue?"

"Intrigue," you answered -doing a dramatic gesture with your hands, almost theatrical, "-no one should truly know me."

"Royalty," he responded -unflinchingly, "-ya look the part too."

You gasped, faux-offended, "What's that supposed to mean?"

"You're pretty," he answered, fluidly -as if the words out of his mouth were nothing but the truth, "-too pretty to be 'ere. Makes more sense."

"Oh," your mouth clicked shut -blush rising on your cheeks (chanting in your head, probably married, probably married, proba-), "-thank you. Good to know what I could get away with."

"Just the truth," he responded, one hand brushing over his beard as his coffee was set down on the top of the fence -a bit precariously.

You laughed, tilting your head back and rocking further from the motion -the buzz in your stomach was a teeny-tiny little thing. It wasn't anything to worry about, you knew better. You knew better than to walk right back into it again, believe and ignore and love-

It wasn't the time.

"Still," you added -smiley and with an accent you couldn't quite name, "-you'll back me up on my backstory? Death threats from my home kingdom ran away for safety."

He grinned -something big and bright, and it made you falter for a moment, "Sure, I'll tell 'em myself if I 'ave to."

You stilled, ever so slightly -eyes heavily focused on the world in front of you, intent like once you looked away it would disappear. Or maybe you would, back in that apartment, back with...

"Everythin' okay?" Rick interrupted, blue eyes intently on you -he must've noticed.

"What? Yeah-" you cleared your throat, blinking away some of the fog in your eyes -hoping he didn't see, "-Sorry, just got lost in my thoughts. I... I really need to get back to my lesson plans actually."

"Well-"

You interrupted, standing to your feet, "How long does a power outage usual last out here?"

He merely furrowed his eyebrows at you, somewhat understanding that something was bothering you but he didn't push, "Just a few minutes at most, maybe an hour if the weather's bad."

"Okay, good," you sighed in relief, before straightening and turning back to him -schooling your face into something more normal, neutral, "-It was nice talking to you, Rick. I'll... I'll see you around, yeah?"

"Yeah," he nodded, a sort of low grumble that seemed almost slurred in the morning, timber that shook your bones, "-and Y/N?"

"Yes?"

"If you ever... need anythin'," he started -carefully, blue eyes flickering over you with a concern you hadn't felt in a bit, "-I'm just a door down. Anythin'."

"Okay," you responded, quietly, genuinely, "-I'll be sure to take you up on that, Grimes."

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linawritesfanficandmore · 2 years

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Fuck, I Love Him! No shit, Sherlock!

Summary: Zoro realizes he was in love with the shitty cook. Perona and Mihawk were already sick of him talking about Sanji.

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A month and a half had passed since Zoro's arrival on the island. Little by little, they were getting settled, but something had caught Mihawk's attention lately.

“Is there a problem with the food, Roronoa?” "You know I sometimes miss that stupid cook's meals." "Blonde boy?" "Yeah." "He was uncute too." "Oh shut up! You find everyone uncute other than your teddy bears!" "Oh, I don't!" "Yes, you do!" "No, I don't!" "Yes-" “STOP! Both of you! If the problem is the type of food or the way they are cooked I can-“ “No, you can't. You can't make the foods better like him. He is the best. I'm not saying yours are bad. I just have to get used to it. I guess I didn't eat good food before I met him." “You sound like you are in love uncute.” “Shut up! Of course, I am not. He is so stupid like like he worships women-" "As he should." "I said shut up! He wouldn't kick a woman even if there was death in the end. He is so stupid! So much!”

This will be interesting and a headache.

“If that's the only problem, you better get used to it. I don't want any hindrance in your training and Perona stop provoking him. Now I want a hassle-free dinner.”

The two of them went back to the food, sulking. Mihawk missed when he was alone with the baboons.

*** Zoro was sighing. Mihawk wanted him to continue training alone since Shanks had arrived, which was fine, yet Zoro didn't want to waste a single time getting stronger. Shanks had been here for four days already and Zoro couldn't believe that Mihawk had turned into a lovebird. Perona watched them all day and was half disgusted, half enjoyed. So there was nothing to amuse Zoro these days. There was no sake, no interesting training, no one to taunt… Now if Sanji were here, he would at least tease him. While thinking about all this, he continued his education with a pout.

When he returned to the castle after training, Shanks greeted him.

“Good evening Pirate Hunter.” “Huh? Where is Hawk-eyes?” “Out. To shopping.” “Oh… now he's turned into a housewife?” “Hahaha… I just brought a few edits to this place. He also practices them. I wanted to talk to you." “Oh… About what?” “Your ruts.” “Ruts? Why?” “I heard that Dracule forbade you from using suppressants. How did you spend those last two ruts?” “In my room, alone. Perona and he meanwhile put food on my door but other than that I was locked in.” “Well, I talked to Dracule about that and Perona shouldn't use suppressants either. He never uses it, and it's unfair when you don't either." “Whatever. I do not care." “Well… you should. Because Perona said she usually wants to spend her heats in omega hotels, and you have that chance too.” “What, in alpha hotels?” "Yes. You don't deserve to suffer.” “Hm… it could be beneficial.” "Then let's create a rut calendar together, shall we?" “Whatever. Okay.”

Thus, Shanks had the order in the castle as controlled as possible.

*** For his rut after speaking to Shanks, Mihawk brought him to a nearby island.

“There are two alpha hotels here. One better quality I'll drop you there. Take this den den mushi. Call me when it's over. This is money for you to spend.” “Okay.” “As I said, I'll pick up when it's done. Don't leave the hotel. And I can't deal with you getting lost." "I said I got it!" "I'll say it anyway and give me your swords." “Huh?” “They are not allowed.” “Oh… it sucks.” “Yeah. But understandable.”

So Mihawk took his swords and drove Zoro to the hotel.

"Good day Sir. How can we help?” “Rut.” “Okay. Go like this. Let's try to find a partner who will meet your criteria, shall we?" “Whatever.”

They went into the interview room with the working man.

“First of all, your preference for omega, beta, or alpha?” "Omega." "Male or female?" "Male." “Are there any features you want?” “Blonde hair blue eyes?” “We have the perfect match for it. How would your room be?” “Clean, simple.” “Okay. Food preferences?” “East Blue.” "Ok. Was there anything else?” "No." “Then we can move on to the next process. First of all, I must remind you of the rules and take your word that you will know and follow them. And that you accept that there will be consequences if you do not comply.” “Sure, whatever.” "Beautiful. You cannot scent or mark in any way during the process. Knots are strictly prohibited. Unprotected sex is prohibited. You cannot put our employees at risk in any way. Is there any disease in your medical history that we need to know?” "No." “Every three days, our employees are tested. This means that they will also be tested after the rut. Are you sure it won't be a problem?" "Yes." “Perfect then. Now sign here and there.”

Zoro did as he said.

“If there's a problem, sir, the emergency suppressants are in the drawers. Now, do you have a gun or any dangerous tool?" "No." “Do you mind if I check it out?” "No."

That's how the man controlled Zoro.

“Everything looks fine. Please wait here while I prepare your room and your partner.”

The man returned 10 minutes later.

"This way, sir."

They entered the room together.

“Our employee Kai will take over from here. I wish you good ruts.” "Welcome, sir. Please relax.”

Zoro already knew the process. He went to bed. And he took his shirts off. He wanted his partner to take off his pants.

“How would you like me to approach you?” "As you wish." "Of course."

Kai was feeling lucky. People weren't always as handsome as Zoro. That's why he wanted to get him into the rut fast and live in the moment. In this way, he approached him and fell to his knees. While looking at Zoro, he unzipped his pants with his teeth. He sniffed Zoro's penis through his panties.

Normally, something like this would turn Zoro on. Especially in pre-rut, but today there was not a single excitement. Even he was disturbed.

However, Kai didn't understand this and pulled off Zoro's panties. He lingered on his penis with his hand.

Zoro certainly didn't like it. He immediately stopped Kai.

"STOP!"

Surprised Kai:

“Did I do something wrong, sir?” “I just changed my mind. Give me the suppressants.” "Of course, sir."

Kai immediately got up and brought the suppressants.

"Here sir." "Thank you."

Zoro immediately drank the pills.

"If I made a mistake-" “It wasn't you, I just... I just... I am sorry"

With that, he left the room. Despite the employee at the door trying to stop him, he left without even getting back his money. After walking for a while, he sat down on the ground. He called Mihawk.

"What?" “Are you still on the island?” "Yes." "Can you pick me up?" "Why?" "I couldn't do it. I took suppressants. I walked from the hotel.” “Wait where you are. I'm coming." "OK."

Indeed, Mihawk arrived before it was too late. They left the island. On the way:

"What happened?" "I do not know. I am disgusted with him.” “Would you change partners?” “One thing would not change. I do not know…" “Hmm… you had someone else in mind?” "Did not have." "Are you sure?" “…” “After becoming mate with Shanks, I tried to hook up with someone else, but I couldn't. I was very offended and disgusted.” “After mating?” "I told you. We were drunk.” "What happened then?" “Everything was fine once I got my mate.” “But I don't have a mate.” "Maybe there's someone you want your mate to have."

Blonde hair, blue eyes… Omega… Male… These were the opposite of what Zoro wanted. Why did Zoro want that?

"I do not know." "Do not rush." "This is very frustrating." “It is, but it is also beautiful.” “I don't want any obstacles to my goal.” “Mate is not a hindrance, Roronoa. It is power.” "Really?" "Yes. Let's go home now. Rest. Since you bought suppressants. Continue training tomorrow." "Ok."

*** “He has a very annoying demeanor. Sometimes he doesn't even want to give the sake. He does what I want last. So what if they're women? I wouldn't care if they were gods."

Perona was listening to this talk for the third time this week and was very bored. He was getting nowhere.

"I beg you, shut up." “But look, you don't understand. Yet he is my competitor and a member of the crew. My Pack member…” "You're the one who doesn't understand, shut up." “I understand helping, but why? Why did he help that way? Was he feeling guilty? He was very angry with me though.”

Look again… What help? Feeling guilty? What had happened? She couldn't help if he didn't say anything. Not that she wanted to help, of course. Only if the problem was solved maybe he would eventually shut up.

"I don't even understand what you're talking about, you're not telling me." "I won't tell." “Then I don't care. Except when you shout at night.” “I don't!”

Oh, he definitely does. The first time she ran to his room and ran into Mihawk. Mihawk said he had nightmares. He had brought a glass of water in case he woke up. Perona had waited for a long time that night. Until she can be sure that he was sleeping peacefully. They behaved the same way when it happened later, but they hadn't mentioned it to Zoro until now.

“Not every night, yes, but you shout! Kuma, Sanji, Luffy…” "No!" "Yes! I don't know what happened, but it sure was traumatic. If you're not going to explain it properly, shut up!” “You are not helpful at all.” "Oh sorry, I didn't know I had to help." "Fuck you!" "No, fuck you! I am out! Done with this bullshit! Talk when you are ready! Otherwise, don't bother me!"

*** “Where is your mind, Roronoa?” "Here." "Do not lie. You are not concentrating at all today.” “I was just… thinking about my last conversation with Perona.” “Let's take a five-minute break and you explain the problem.”

So they both sat on the stones. Mihawk opened the wine he had brought with him. Perona was on a different island to spend her heat That's why Zoro was distracted. In her absence, he reconsidered his time with her.

"Are you going to speak?" “She told me about something.” “What?” “Nights… I was screaming…” "Yes." "Really?" "Yes. You are having nightmares. Perona is usually waiting by your side. I leave the water and go back to my room.” “Oh…” "Do you want to talk?" "There's nothing to talk about. I was weak.” “Hmm… something happened with Kuma?” "Yes but…" “Maybe you'll be relieved if you tell me. Have you ever told anyone?" “I just spoke to one person who knows.” "Who?" “Cook.” “Hmm… how did it go?” “He was very angry with me. We fought first. Then he started crying. I didn't know what to do." “Was it about your wounds?” "Yes. He was the one who helped me.” “You must have frightened him a lot.” “He actually scared me.” "How?" “Even standing was difficult. Again…" “Are you ready to start over now?” "I…" “It is not good to keep it in Roronoa. Even I tell Shanks so I can live. He also tells me…” “But you are mates.” "And? You are also my student.” “Okay...After the battle with Gecko Maria in Thriller Bark, everyone was already tired.” “I never liked that man.” "Don't tell Perona that." “Oh, I learned my lesson about that.” “Then Kuma.” “And did that bubble thing?” "Yes. Everyone was passed out. At least I thought so. I tried to cut him off but he…” “Pacifista.” "Yes. He wanted Luffy's life. I couldn't let that happen." “You offered your own life to him.” "Yes. Everything was fine. Until he came… He could hardly even stand. He was shaking but ready to die. I couldn't let it. I've never been that scared before." “What are you afraid of?” "I do not know…" “How did those wounds occur?” “I knocked him out. After that, Kuma took out Luffy's damage. He said that in order to take his place, I had to take his pain. I agreed…" “Hm… It's not easy, but you'll get over it as you get stronger. If you still have a problem, come to me. or tell Perona and don't stop thinking because you obviously have something to think about. Shall we continue now?" "Yes. Thanks." "You are welcome."

Mihawk also got something to think about and will definitely tell Shanks about this.

*** It was Shanks' third time here, and he was already used to the kids. He even loved them. It was obvious that Mihawk loved them too. Had they asked him, he would have said three years ago that it was impossible to see that Mihawk like that. Mihawk was acting as their father without realizing it. He even caught him sewing Perona's teddy bear. Then he checked on Zoro at night… Speaking of which… Mihawk had told him. That's why Shanks wanted to talk to Zoro. While Mihawk and Perona were preparing dinner, he decided to talk to Zoro. After some searching, he found the swordsman in an empty room.

“What are you doing here, pirate hunter?” “I'm looking at the sake.” "Hm… Wasn't it forbidden?" “It is forbidden, but it will be lifted soon. I've already started using haki." “Good but still forbidden. Why are you here?" “Sakes reminds me of someone.” “Hm… Who?” “Cook…” “Oh…” "He told you, didn't he?" “He did.” “…” “Wanna talk?” “I was thinking a lot recently.” “Hmm…" "How did you realize that you loved Hawk-eyes?” “It just happened.” “How will I realize what is bothering me?” “It will happen.” “This is annoying.” “Yes but beautiful.” “He said the same.” “Oh, did he?” “Yeah. You guys are so gross.” "Hahaha." “If someone told me this I would laugh off my ass.” “I bet. Is there something else-“ “No. Let's go to dinner.”

Shanks had definitely not been able to speak, but he had a gut feeling that it wasn't necessary.

*** Zoro was quiet as the others talked throughout the meal. It was more like he was playing with his food. When Mihawk wanted to stop him, Shanks blocked him and told him to let it go.

Zoro nearing the end of the meal:

“Fuck, I love him!”

Perona was so sick of it.

“No, shit Sherlock!” “You knew?” “You were so obvious!” “You two too?” “Well, Zoro-kun…” “It was about the time.” “Why no one told me?!” “Then it wouldn't be good. You couldn't rush things like that and you wouldn't believe it. Believe me, if I believed you would believe me, I would have told you long ago. At least I wouldn't listen to your nagging for these 7 months." "There is too much believe word in one statement." "She kinda likes doing like that Shanks." “I wasn't nagging!” “You were!” “I wasn't! “Hahahaha! Isn't that worthy of celebration, Dracule?" “Huh?” “Everybody, let's have a toast.” “Roronoa still has a ban on alcohol.” “Oh come on, Dracule for once. Moreover, he even started to use the right.” “Armament khaki. Observation is still bad.” “Boring.” “It is okay Shanks-san. I can drink mineral water.” “Good move, Roronoa. You-”

Before Mihawk could finish his sentence:

“But really… I can't believe it. He is the one who annoys me the most.”

And they listened to Zoro all night long. Perona couldn't figure out which version of him was worse. Before noticing or after noticing?

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