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saerins · 8 months

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𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒈𝒆

+ nagi seishiro x f!reader | wc 2.4k | content: fluff, high school setting!, some cursing

notes: this was something requested by an anon !! i realised this prompt was also done in my other fic whole except nagi was the second lead :’) also pleaseeeee excuse me if this is ass because i haven’t written in a long time T_T but i’m working on getting back properly !! <3

summary: he didn’t ask you out because he wanted to, yet nagi gets more than he bargained for in the end.

“so, um, nagi, why’d you ask me out all of a sudden?”

it’s kind of an awkward situation to be in, you think, as you look around the arcade, shuffling your feet beside where nagi’s seated, trying to win some tickets from what you can only assume to be a music machine.

when he’d asked you out on a date yesterday, you didn’t think he’d take you to an arcade, of all places. (then again, nagi asking anyone out is sort of unbelievable, honestly.) if you knew sooner (or if nagi had bothered to tell you), you wouldn’t have worn such a nice dress for today.

besides, you’re not even sure why you’d agreed. call your state half-flustered or whatever, because you heard that nagi seishiro of all people does not bother with human relationships much. you’ve only ever seen him interact with mikage reo anyway—and you’d just chalked it up to him wanting it that way. nagi had never shown interest in girls or romance or that kind of shit, so cue your surprise when he asked you out yesterday, when he saw you at the bus stop.

“hey, wanna go on a date tomorrow?”

you blinked at him, utterly surprised because that was the first time that nagi had ever spoken to you.

“um, where to?” (you were still malfunctioning over the fact that he was asking you out on a date.)

nagi scratched the back of his head, and you could faintly make out reo a few ways behind him, watching on.

“hmm, not sure, i’ll text you tomorrow morning?” he suggested, pulling out his phone. “what’s your number?”

okay sure, you could’ve asked for more details, but it was hard getting nagi to respond to you at all. you’re pretty sure he was gaming, that’s why.

“oh, ‘cause reo asked me to.”

that… was not the answer you were expecting. “reo asked you to?”

nagi has a bad habit of not elaborating. you don’t really like that, because you don’t like asking questions, but you can’t help yourself now. this is too bizarre for you to let go.

“yeah, something about how he’s sick of me playing games all day long, told me to go get a date, then he’d return me my switch,” nagi mumbles, and you can’t help but think that reo’s plan may have backfired, considering how he’s on a date and still playing games.

while nagi’s grey eyes are focused on the screen in front of him, you find yourself drawn to the way he’s sucking in his cheek as he concentrates, the way his bangs fall over his eyes and how his fingers can respond so quickly to the lines on the screen.

“you’re pretty good at this,” you tell him, getting lost in how well he’s playing. the points on the screen gets so high he’s almost nearing the high score.

for a moment, nagi’s distracted by how close you are to him; your hair smells like citrus and it’s really smooth. it’s also the only time anyone other than reo has been this close and you’re not anyone so he doesn’t really see why you’re able to steal his focus from the game.

someone like you shouldn’t make him notice things that aren’t about games or himself.

but you do—and he misses the first note since the start of the game, though he recovers fairly easily.

he doesn’t know much about you, only that you’re in his class and you’re very pretty (now that he’s actually looking at you). you have a really cute laugh too, he realises, right when he wins the game and probably what’s a thousand tickets, with you rejoicing happily beside him.

“oh my god, you’re so fucking good at this,” you’re jumping and giggly and nothing like how quiet you are in school and why does he feel a little giddy knowing that he’s getting to see this firsthand? this doesn’t make sense. “okay, move aside, teach me, i wanna do it too.”

nagi obliges. it’s a pain having to teach someone else compared to doing it himself, he gets to know, as you miss probably half the notes on screen even when he tries to tell you how to do it. hell, he’s not really a good teacher.

you win about 300 tickets.

“not bad for a rookie,” nagi comments as you grab your own pile and stack it in your shared basket. the neon red and blue flashes pretty against your skin. it makes you even prettier, he feels.

you raise a brow. “nagi seishiro, wanna play a bet?”

no, not really. but somehow, he can’t quite turn down a game when it’s from you.

“what’re you betting?”

you hold out the basket in front of you. “i’m gonna find a game where i can beat you.” your chest is puffed out, like you’re determined, like you really believe you can. “if i lose, you can decide my punishment.”

nagi blinks at you. you’re… weird. you make his heart beat faster than usual. it’s a little concerning. “and if you win?”

grinning, you wink at him, “let’s leave that to later.”

whatever possessed him to spend the entire day following you around the arcade and watching you fail, he doesn’t know. you’re pretty bad at everything compared to him, but it’s not really fair—he’s probably spent ten times as much of his days in the arcade than you.

have you ever even set foot in here before?

nagi observes as you try desperately to beat him in ddr. you fail, naturally. your feet coordination really isn’t that good, but it’s pretty cute how hard you’re trying. you’re still pretty even at the end of it, even when you’re sweating and some of your hair is matted against your skin. he keeps that to himself though.

throughout the entire day, nagi finds himself entertained by your persistent insistence to beat him at something. it’s funny how you’re awful at the arcade games. it’s also funny how you’re honestly trying. it’s really no use but here you are, sweating once again from shooting hoops.

your 64 versus nagi’s 154.

“wow, you’re really bad at all these games,” nagi murmurs when he sees your score. “wanna go somewhere else?”

you’re quick to open your mouth but it takes you just as quick to shut it, probably knowing you’ll never beat him. at least, not today. “fine, you win,” you say through gritted teeth. you’re a little prideful; nagi’s learning a lot about you. “what do you want?”

nagi seems to have forgotten your earlier bet. he just shrugs and tells you to choose what you want at the exchange counter.

“you don’t want anything?”

nagi looks at the prizes with such disinterest it makes you wonder what can interest a guy like him. he shakes his head, “i can get anything i want anytime anyway.”

(the underlying insinuation that coming to the arcade with him is your only chance to win prizes flies right over your head.)

but when nagi looks at your slightly disappointed face, he tries to backtrack. “i’ll let you know when i think of something i want since i won,” he says, looking away from you. “but you choose one of the prizes today.”

turns out it’s so easy to please you. just like that and that smile is back on your face.

you choose a big goddamn pink teddy bear by the way. nagi sighs as he leaves the arcade with you. it’s probably a character nagi doesn’t know. he’s judging you, but then you hug it and smile at him and he forgets what he’s thinking about.

“i know this was only because reo asked you to, but…” you mumble after you and nagi both finished eating dinner, sitting across from each other at the ramen shop. “it was fun.”

nagi’s not sure what this is. just a customary thing where you’re showing appreciation for the time you two spent together today? you’re looking away from him though, he’s pretty sure normal customs don’t dictate that. he’s pretty sure you’re supposed to look at him when you say that.

“why’re you looking away?”

you look at him in blank shock (an expression that he doesn’t know how to process—what’s so weird about asking you that?) before you smile helplessly. “you’re very weird, nagi seishiro.”

“what do you mean?” nagi’s clueless, in that nagi seishiro way only he can be.

a few seconds of silence pass when you try to make up your mind. it’s unnerving how big and wide his eyes are, especially when they’re focused only on you and nothing else. in the end, you manage with a shake of your head.

“it’s nothing,” you decide. telling him of your possible crush on him would not do any good, you guess.

something bugs nagi; he can’t understand what it is. he just knows something feels off but it’s not like he’s ever felt this particular kind of irk—he doesn’t know what to do.

when the time comes to leave the restaurant, nagi finds himself walking the opposite way to his home because you started walking first.

somehow, his feet follows you.

it’s stupid—walking this far away from the direction of his home is troublesome. it’ll be a hassle to get home when his bus is on the other side of the long gone restaurant. why is he walking you to the train station again when he’ll just see you next week anyway? you’re in the same class.

“oh, are you gonna take the train too?”

nagi blinks at you, drawing a blank at your question. he must’ve completely zoned out. did the both of you get here in complete silence?

“no,” he answers honestly. he doesn’t elaborate. as usual.

by now, that doesn’t surprise you. instead you just nod your head, a hesitance borne in the shuffling of your feet. “well,” you drawl out, dragging the syllable, somehow hoping this wasn’t the end of the night but it is. “this was a nice one-time date,” you settle for, smiling. you’re about to just say goodbye, but you bite on your bottom lip, contemplating, before you slip his phone out of his hand and slide the screen to the side, taking a picture of the both of you together, nagi looking at the screen in surprise and you winking beside him.

when you hand it back to him, you bite your inner mouth, trying not to grin. “in case reo asks for evidence,” you offer as an excuse. you totally didn’t want to take a picture with nagi. “he better give you your game back!”

nagi gets this fleeting feeling that he doesn’t know how to explain when he sees you smiling at him. like how you remind him of the color gray. not because it’s bland but because it’s his favourite color. you remind him of spring and the cool breeze and how refreshing it feels.

“it was a nice one-time date, nagi seishiro,” you chuckle before you turn around, ready to head into the station and probably never spend such time with nagi again. you’ll probably get over the sadness of what could’ve been pretty quickly. you think.

but just before you can enter, you hear the firm steadiness in nagi’s voice. “no.”

you whip your head around, not quite sure you heard him right. “no?” you narrow your stare a little, moving out of other people’s way as they push past you into the station. “as in, you didn’t like it?”

you hope he doesn’t mean it like that.

nagi looks away, earnestly processing it. it came blurting out of him, he didn’t even know what he said until he said it. “i won the bet and what i want is… this. again. with you.”

the implications of his words slowly sink in and it has you feeling giddy. nagi, the guy who barely cares about anything nor makes the time for anyone—is he actually telling you this? is he really saying he’d take you out more?

meanwhile, nagi’s feet stay firmly planted where he is, wondering why you make him feel like this, why you make him feel like he can’t get enough. you’re just… you. before today, he could honestly say you were insignificant. but just the way you are; how you speak, your smile, your laugh and your resilience—nagi likes it, finds comfort in it, somehow.

“then,” you say as you enter the station, face giddy with the excitement of something new blossoming. “i’ll wait for more dates with you, sei.”

the way you call him that makes his heart skip a beat and he’s left blankly staring at your figure as you retreat into the station, stealing his heart with you.

“fine, fine,” reo sighs. it’s two days later on a monday and reo grudgingly gives nagi back his switch. “so, what’d you two do anyway?” he asks, shifting his gaze between nagi and you, though you’re at the other end of the classroom, talking excitedly to your friends.

nagi’s attention quickly transfers to his switch, already opening up a game to play. “nothing much,” is all he offers, and reo’s beginning to think maybe it was more of a punishment for you than a date.

reo sighs again, ready to lecture nagi for being the worst date ever when he pulls up his phone to look at the time. but he accidentally takes nagi’s phone instead, unlocking it to find his own chat thread—to which nagi doesn’t even bother saving his name (reo side eyes him but nagi doesn’t even realise).

that doesn’t surprise him, but what does is when reo realises your contact is saved—with the icon being a picture of the two of you together. you must really be something to be able to make nagi do something so idiotic like this.

“oi, nagi.”

nagi only responds with a raise of his brow. he’s still clicking away at the controls. reo guesses it must be a racing game from those sounds.

“if you guys get married i better be the best man for being your matchmaker,” reo teases, his grin filling his face.

even though nagi doesn’t respond, the champagne pink that brushes across his cheeks is enough indication to reo of nagi’s feelings for you.

looks like he never needed to worry after all.

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xuchiya · 2 months

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streets [c.san]

₊˚.༄ || filth valentines m.list || hongjoong || seonghwa || yunho || yeosang || san || mingi || wooyoung || jongho || ₊˚.༄

₊˚.༄ We real life made for each other And it's hard to keep my cool ₊˚.༄

"it's getting late, do you have someone to pick you up?" your head turn towards san, still in his uniform. his face mask were pulled down just below his bottom lip, emphasizing his cheeks; it made you want to squish his cheeks from being so innocent.

san was one of your fellow nurses. The crisp navy-blue scrubs fit him perfectly, the name tag reading "San Choi, RN" gleaming under the fluorescent lights. you cleared your throat; your heart was beating too loud for you that it hurts to taint this uncorrupted soul. you have hint after hint of crush on this man, this huge ass man that his face does not match his enormous body that you totally found yourself completely hidden.

proved when you stood behind him once and when you say, disappeared.

abracadabra, bitch not even a strand of hair can be seen.

"ah well i actually have somewhere to be ... what about you?" san looks at his watch, sighing, brushing his hair off his eyes, "my friend said he'll pick me up but he had an emergency call from his dad's company so now I have to wait for a bus..."

you frown looking at your watch too, its 10pm. Usually buses don't take this route anymore, "buses aren't available in this hour, san."

his heart fell on his stomach, double checking his watch, "damn it!" your eyes widen at his sudden burst of profanity. his eyes widen too and apologizing to you, "i'm sorry didn't mean to."

your lips curled up in a teasing smile, "your patient would not like it if she heard that one." San shakes his head laughing lightly. the small silence engulfs you both before you had an idea which will be a torture for you.

probably a torture for him too.

San was already an intern at a prestigious hospital near his family's home; owned by his grandfather though he is expecting him that he will continue his service even after his internship.

but when San came by a hospital that one of his friends were admitted after being confined. He found himself stuck on the reception area as his eyes were glued to your figure, up on hospital trolley, shouting dose of pharmaceutical. Your determine look and perseverance on your career what intrigued him to know you more.

so he left his family hospital.

San is pediatrician and so do you, the amount of love he gives on these children what also intrigued you in getting to know the man that suddenly left the hospital that you were trying to apply.

"hey i can give you a ride?" you mention, his ear perk up and reddens. his heart thumps inside his chest all of a sudden, "i-i .."

upon realizing what you said, your eyes once again widen and stutter out excuses, "oh my gosh! i - this is embarrassing, God take me!" you groan, covering your face.

for a while San chuckles at your reaction, composing himself, "I know you don't mean any harm but if you're going to drop me off then i hope i'm not delaying any of your plans."

When San agrees about you giving him a ride, he meant to be able to relax on the passenger seat.

He stares at the glaring matte black with gold flames on the Kawasaki Ninja 400R. That is one of the motorbikes he wishes to own and drive but because of his independence, San is still saving up.

"Holy .." You look at San as you place the glove tightly on your hand, "hmm?" Clueless on his reaction, you swing your leg over the bike, reviving the engine on and tune in the smoky sound of the engine of your bike.

San stares in awe as you hand him (set of embarrassment hue on your cheeks) a customized helmet. It has kitty ear with soft peach color as parallel of the inside of the ear.

"this is so cute." when he puts in the helmet, it dawned on him. You, arch back, hunch forward and him behind you, holding on tightly. His ears were once again red, frozen in place; his mind racing the same speed as your bike with filthy thoughts.

Like how could he not? Your ass is probably close to his (now) stiffening cock in his scrubs when he jumps in. the way it would keep brushing on his cock would probably have him cumming there.

"San? you okay?" You haven't feel the pressure or the weight on your back, so you turn your attention on San; standing with an incredible thickening boner in his scrubs, if it weren't for the eye shield of your helmet, he would seen you checking him out.

Or worse, staring at his firm boner.

San snap out of his thoughts and hurriedly swing his legs over the other side of the bike, after settling down on the leather seat. "You okay? Do you need-"

"Let's just go." San spoke clearing his throat and immediatly feels bad for brushing your concerns off, you understood why.

Without speaking much, you note that San would not hold on to you because of his hard situation so you did the initiative to grab his hands, in which he was taken back, and wrap them around your waist; patting his hand, "Mind you that it's night and I'll be taking advantage of the road."

You look over at San, "don't worry, I'll slow down if its too much." So without delaying much of your guys time, you kick off the stand and off both of you on the streets. San calling whatever can answer them make this ride, a comfortable one.

to say the least, no one grant his calls.

"u-Ugh f-ufuck chakaman!" San gasp, holding on to the mop of hair on the level of his hips while gripping his scrub up on his chest in his other hand—exposing his toned stomach, his scrub pants pooled on the floor. Your tousled hair, lips wrapped around his aching cock left him gripping the leather seat of your motorbike as you continued swirling your tongue on his red tip. San cried, bucking his hips when you took all of him; fitting him in your mouth up til’ his tip hitting the back of your throat.

You hum to accumulate more of his climax, which in your satisfaction made San whimper thrusting his hips in your mouth, “f-fuck …” Shamelessly, he started fucking your throat as his climax were nearing and sooner, his cum spurted on your tongue and down your throat. You pull away from him, opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out to let him see that you have collected some of his cum before swallowing them.

You gave him a smile before licking your salty lips, standing up proceeding to remove your leather pants; letting them rest on your knees along with your undies. You turn your head over to look at him with a smirk on your lips, bending moderately for him to see your puckered glistening hole with a small help of one of your hands to spread your cheek.

“I know you want to get your dick wet, come on baby.” San’s eye twitch the moment you provoke him and have to look around the cleared parking spot you parked on and had him spitting his fingers and run them up and down your puffy cunt before grabbing his semi-hard dick and tap his tip on your hole; wiggling your asscheeks for him to provoke him more which he took the cue and slam his hips on yours.

You were quite taken back, his hips pace was something you were wondering if he has his dick wet a few times or he has this speed that you were looking for; nevertheless it had you moaning his name as his tip kept nudging. You rolled your hips each time he pulls away, leaving the tip then slamming back inside, “Fu-fuck Sannie— that’s so good! Right there!”

San’s hand crept down towards your clit, circling them rapidly and increasing the pleasure and the coil on your stomach, “You like that? You dirty dirty girl.” San stops circling his fingers around your clit and let you bend over your motorcycle as his hips snaps swiftly, placing the hem of his scrubs between his teeth as his hands knead the flesh of your hips then to your plump ass, spreading them as he watch his dick disappear inside your hole; a ring of your slick making him moan in his scrubs.

“Shit shit!” You cursed, lewd noises echoing the silent parking lot increase the arousal on your stomach, the fire of desire as San rapidly ram himself until you feel your thighs shake, “I’m g-gonna cum!” San drops the cloth and bent over to your ear, “Then make yourself a mess on my dick baby.”

That it all took before you had a long string of ‘fuck’ leaving your lips as your orgasm washed over you, eyes fluterring close hips moving to chase your high. You felt San’s hand clasp around your hips and his broken moans reach your ears, “I don’t care if you’re on the pill or not but me? Get you knocked up? It’s been a fantasy of mine.”

His seeds spurted your walls, bucking a deeper part of your pussy. His hips halted as he let every drop of his cum stay inside you before pulling out, a whine left your lips but soon replaced by a yelp as San smacked your ass in his palm before placing your panties and your pants back on, “It’s cold and besides …” You turn around, he brushes hair away from your sweaty face, “I don’t want you wasting what we work hard on.”

Your cheeks flared, “You must have thought of this ‘fantasy of yours for a while now eh?” San shakes his head, a smile on his lips; securing his boxers and scrub pants back on before leaning on your motorcycle, shrugging, “Maybe but I should have taken you on a date first before I knock you up.”

You whine, smacking his arms, “Stop using that term.” San’s head threw back as he laughed at your reddened face, you groaned turning your head to the side. He stops laughing little by little before sighing, grabbing your hand; pulling you between his legs, “But it’s true. I had it all planned and there’s a step by step to it … but it looks like I skipped a step.”

You look at him, pouty lips, “a lot you mean.” He chuckles heartedly, grabbing your cheeks in his large palms, caressing them, “Okay a lot but it doesn’t mean I ain’t gonna take care of you. Let me praise you, love you, worship you and let me do those things because it is my duty to make you feel special and I want you to feel you are the only girl in this damn world. You’re my girl.”

You were left speechless and San saw in your eyes the appreciation, pulling you in his arms, “I’ll kiss you after our fourth date.”

“Why not now? You already got me knocked up and we are not even on our first date.” He chuckles and this is one of the reasons why he likes you; nonchalant or straightforward. He nodded, “Okay.” He pulls you in near his warmth, his lips landing gently on yours. He took the lead to make you feel special, make you feel the most important person to him.

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pinkanonwrites · 1 year

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As Our Fingers Entwine

The end of the trilogy!!! I hope you all enjoy, both newcomers and those who have been eagerly anticipating this piece! It is in fact NSFW, appropriate tags below. Read it on AO3 here!

TRIGUN STAMPEDE EPISODE 7 SPOILERS IN FIC BELOW!

Vash/Reader, 6,000+ Words, AFAB Reader but no specific pronouns used, mutual pining, body worship, frottage, vaginal sex, alien biology, praise kink, enthusiastic consent, begging

You couldn't say for certain why the ambience of the peaceful town didn't lull you to sleep the same way the rattling underbelly of the Sand Steamer seemed to, but you had a distinct feeling it was because you weren't right next to Vash.

You'd never admit it aloud, mainly for fear of revealing your painfully obvious affections for your blond companion, but nowadays you always slept better with Vash by your side. And as happy as Vash seemed to have a room to himself and time to catch his breath, a selfish little part of you had hoped he'd be cheap again, crowd the two of you into a single room to save a few double dollars. The last time you truly got to sleep side-by-side with him was a few bumpy hours on the Sand Steamer, before the incident with the Bad Lads and the shootout and the, well, the entire steamer nearly catastrophically crashing to pieces. There wasn't much sleeping on the bus ride into town either, no matter how exhausted the both of you were.

And yet, when you collapsed face-first into the surprisingly comfy hotel bed, you found yourself agonizingly conscious. Somehow, a simple wall in between you and Vash was enough to keep you from getting a good night's sleep. Just when did you become so dependent? Now three nights have passed, each one spent tossing and turning, unable to get more than a few blissful moments of shuteye. It wasn't like you were scared, or even stressed! Your body had just acclimated to the idea of sleeping curled up next to Vash, and now without him…

"Hey, anybody home in there?"

"...Hmm? Oh! Oh, yeah, I'm listening." You hadn't realized you'd started to doze off at the diner table over your supper until Vash leaned over and snapped his fingers in front of your face. You jolted up, grabbing a wedge of your sandwich and jamming it quickly into your mouth as he gave you a soft and sympathetic smile, his salmon sandwich basically finished and his free hand twiddling a stray french fry back and forth across the plate. Ah, he must have been waiting for you.

"You're a little out of it today. Everything alright?"

You waved him off, taking a swig of water to force down the mouthful of bread and various fillings. "It's fine! Just not sleeping well, it's no big deal."

Your response didn't seem to soothe Vash's worries at all, as his little smile fell into a frown. "That's no good. Is everything alright? You don't feel unsafe or anything, do you?"

"Nonono, nothing like that, really!" His concern really shouldn't have been enough to fluster you, Vash would have been worried for just about anyone who looked as worn-out as you did. But it still hit a soft little spot in you, something eternally sensitive to Vash's care and attention that you had to do your absolute best to stifle basically every moment of every day. "It's just too quiet, you know? I'm not used to having a room to myself anymore, heh. Pretty silly, isn't it?"

Judging by the soft and further furrowing of Vash's brow, your placations did nothing to assuage his concern. "Is there anything I can do? To help, I mean."

Stay. Stay with me, always.

Yeah, right. Like you could actually say that out loud. You sunk further into your seat, feeling a bit like an insect under a magnifying glass in the face of his consideration. It felt as if one wrong word or move would suddenly and jarringly expose the affections you held for him that seemed so glaringly obvious at all times, always.

"I dunno. It's not a big deal, anyway. We don't have to worry about it."

He seemed to sense your own discomfort with the subject matter, and leaned gently back in his seat. "I saw there was a tailor in this town! If you want you can come with me tomorrow, maybe get that tear in your cloak patched up?"

You thumbed the rugged fabric edge in your hand, almost not wanting to. Vash had patched it for you last time, and though the job was a touch on the rough side you didn't exactly like the idea of someone undoing his heartfelt, albeit clumsy, stitchwork. But shopping with Vash? That definitely sounded like how you wanted to spend your afternoon.

"Yeah, that'd be nice. Anywhere you wanna stop by?"

"Might pick up some ammo, but not much besides that!"

And you were certain that would be the end of it. Even after thumbing out a few double-dollars to pay for dinner, opening the diner door for you with a cartoonish bow, and chatting idly as the two of you made your way back towards the hotel, Vash didn’t broach the subject again. By the time you’d made it to the door of your room you were certain he’d forgotten about it. But just as you were about to wish him goodnight and slip through the crack of the doorway his hand came to rest upon the door handle, that familiar soft expression of concern sneaking back up across his face.

“If you wanted… I could stay until you fall asleep?" There was a distinct shyness about it, like he was genuinely afraid of what your reaction may be. "Just to see if it would help?"

You blinked at him once, twice, needing a moment to process the words he was saying before it actually clicked in your mind. Face growing hot, you prayed your expression didn't fully give away your embarrassment as an image wormed itself into your brain, an image of yourself in Vash's arms, his lips resting on the jut of your collarbone peeking from the hem of your shirt, of warm hands on the soft dip of your hips climbing higher, and higher…

Seeming to take your extended silence as rejection, or worse, disgust, Vash began to frantically backpedal, hand flying from the doorknob to tangle in the soft hair at the base of his neck. "You can say no! I just wanted to offer. Maybe that was a little weird, huh? Sorry, you can forget about it.”

But you didn't want to forget. Forgetting meant a return to… To whatever you and Vash were before that first night you woke up and saw him gazing at the stars. Forgetting meant pulling away again, faking a smile, pretending there was nothing there when you so desperately wanted there to be. Forgetting meant not acknowledging that he kept offering his hand to you, and that out of your own foolish anxieties you kept drawing away.

And yeah, maybe things could still go catastrophically wrong. But wasn't that what you loved about Vash in the first place? How the entire world could fall apart around him and he'd still get up again, offer you a smile and put his best foot forward?

You loved him. You loved him. And you were fucking sick of pretending you didn't. Your fingertips had closed around the fabric of his sleeve before you could second-guess yourself.

"Stay with me."

And oh, oh, if the expression that crawled its way up Vash's face wasn't worth any and every possible humiliation, rejection, or vague discomfort. Red bloomed up from his collar, creeping up his neck into his cheeks and the tops of his ears. He blinked twice behind his oversized lenses, gaze flicking from your face to where you'd gripped his sleeve and back again a few times over. A thin, wobbly smile snuck across his lips, making his relief obvious despite his conscious efforts to hide it. A peek of sharp canines glinted from the gap as he shot you a crooked, sheepish grin, despite being nearly as red in the face as his signature coat.

"Y-Yeah!" He winced at the way his own voice cracked, oblivious to just how endearing you found it. "Yeah, heh, no problem! Let me, let me get my… I'll be right back. Five minutes? Give me five minutes, pinkie promise."

He even interlocked his pinkie with your own, a small, familiar laugh sneaking out before he slipped, momentarily, from your grasp. You watched as he stumbled down the hall to his own room, fumbled the door handle once, twice, banging his body into the wooden frame before managing to get it open, never once taking his eyes off you until the door slipped closed. Cute.

You stepped into your own room, clicking on the bedside lamp and flooding it in a warm, yellowed glow. Shedding your day clothes as quickly as possible, you kicked them into a heap in the corner and scrambled into your pajamas, taking a seat on the edge of the bed. Without Vash's buzzing, eager energy at your side you had just enough time before he returned to briefly feel incredibly embarrassed at your show of need, face growing hot as you replayed the little scene over and over in your mind. Your hand around his sleeve, his expressions, your choice of words… God, you were so obvious. Had he really not picked up on it at all? But he seemed so eager, as eager as you were at the very least. Maybe he wasn't the only one who had been a little oblivious lately.

True to his word, it couldn't have been more than five minutes before you heard a soft knock on the door to your room. Standing on the other side was Vash, not clad in his signature red jacket but rather his familiar, beige pajamas. The worn out shirt hung loose around the collar with the sleeves draping just long enough to cover half of his hands, the loose elastic of the sweatpants held tight with an old, white drawstring. His hair was floppy and now shower-damp, hanging partially in his face as he gave you that so soft, so sweet little smile.

"You look comfy." He said, voice as soft as his grin.

"I could say the same for you." You responded, cracking a similar smile. Stepping to the side you let him join you in your room, door closing with a soft click as a palpable air of… something simmered between you two. Tension? Nervousness? It felt like a melting pot of just about everything you had or could feel when it came to Vash. He stood awkwardly in the center of the room as you flitted around him towards the bed.

"You should probably get some rest, huh? I'll just grab a seat at…" He gestured vaguely towards one of the two chairs set at the table by the window, words dropping from his lips as he watched you pat the open space in the bed next to you. He blinked again, face flushing pink once more.

"...Only if you want to." You added softly. He visibly swallowed, nodding so gently you could have almost missed it, and set his glasses on the nightstand with a soft clack. Carefully, hesitantly, he pulled back the covers and let himself into the bed beside you, moving like he was afraid at any moment you were going to change your mind and ask him to leave.

You would never. You wanted him beside you. At all times, always.

He clicked off the lamp, and the two of you were plunged into darkness. A single stream of moonlight filtered between the thin curtains, falling diagonally across the bedroom floor and providing just enough light for you to keep Vash's face in view. When the two of you shared a sleeping bag for the first time the closeness was a necessity, there was nowhere else for you to go in the tiny shared space. But even now, with the width of the bed slim but still far greater than a sleeping bag could provide, you couldn't help but press yourself close to him. As always he was warm, so warm, heat radiating under the thin covers to soothe you, a constant thrum of energy just beneath his skin even when he was relaxed and doe-eyed as he was with you right now, laying on his side mirroring you, unable to look away.

In this moment you couldn't help but consider that Vash was more alive than you had ever been in your own lifetime, or that you ever would be. He was a walking enigma, incredibly powerful yet so gentle, capable of such inhuman feats but so intimately, painfully fragile. Maybe you'd never fully understand him the way you wanted to, maybe there would always be secrets he couldn't share or stories he wouldn't tell. But you didn't mind, not as long as he was yours and you were his.

"Hi." He murmured, breath hot against your lips, that small, sappy smile never leaving his own.

"Hi." You replied. "Is this… Is this okay?"

"Yes." There was a relief in his voice, a borderline reverence. His hand hovered, briefly, coming to rest on the small of your hip and sending a jolt of need crawling up your spine fast enough to give you a headrush. "Are we… okay?"

"Always."

He let out a low, shuddering breath, hand flexing around your hip. "I haven't… I want… I want…" His gaze flickered from your eyes to your lips and back again. He let out another breath, a short, warm huff as he hesitated, brow knit like even now he was afraid of the oncoming rejection, the inevitable hurt.

The two of you really had been completely oblivious, hadn't you?

You closed the gap yourself. Slowly, carefully, for no more than a few moments, you pressed your lips to his. He gasped when you did, a sharp, surprised inhale through his nose before his entire body seemed to melt into your several points of contact: your legs, his hand on your hip, your lips. You watched his eyes slide open again after you pulled away, crease in his brow receding as he blinked at you, almost owlishly.

"You kissed me." He murmured, that air of reverence returning to his voice.

"I did." You said it like it was the easiest thing in the world, and that's because it was.

"You'll… You'll always be in danger. You know that, right?"

"I do."

"We're always going to be moving. You wouldn't rather settle down somewhere nice?"

"Not if you're not there."

He sucked in another shaky breath, corners of his eyes growing glassy and wet. "It won't… It won't be easy. Being with me. It's hard."

"Vash." You cupped his face with your hand, forcing him to meet your gaze. "I promise you it's not. It's really not."

He positively beamed, knocking his forehead against yours as he burst into quiet giggles. "You're really amazing, you know? You're the most amazing person I've ever met."

"Shouldn't I be saying that to you?" Your own laughter joined his, and any hint of apprehension or concern Vash may have still held seemed to melt away in the face of your smile. "Now shush. Kiss me again."

He was clumsy, clearly overeager as he pressed his lips to yours once more. It started as another soft, fluttering thing, then a second, then a third, before you tipped your chin up and opened your mouth into the next kiss, inviting him to do the same. Fingers tangled in his soft hair, you pressed further into him, tasting honey and sunlight as you licked into his open mouth and he moaned against your lips. You didn't even realize he was moving you until you found yourself on your back, Vash's sturdy build boxing you in, knees framing your thighs as his teeth clicked wetly against yours and he groaned again at the feeling of your mouth moving against his. It was a messy, relief-stricken thing, like finding sweet, cool water after a day trekking across the open dunes. His still-flesh hand gripped your hip, fingertips indenting your soft skin, but his prosthetic hand cradled your cheek so gently, with such veneration it could have brought you to tears. There was a wet smack and a sharp gasp when he finally pulled away, like he was coming up for air. A single sticky strand of saliva still connected your lips, and as you swiped it off of his lower lip with a smile he gave you a sheepish grin in return.

"You gotta breathe through your nose, Vash."

"I know, I just…" He watches as you bring your thumb to your mouth, licking off the smear of spit there. He gulps, teeth worrying his lower lip. "...Just got a bit sidetracked, is all."

When he leaned back in a second time his target wasn't your lips, but the gentle slope of your neck. He placed a featherlight kiss upon you, relaxing when he heard your content hum and your fingers carded through the hairs at the base of his neck. Then he sucked a mark into the soft junction between your neck and exposed collarbone, teeth grazing and tongue lathing over the sensitive spot as you writhed beneath Vash's touch. His breath ghosted hotly over your neck, goosebumps prickling out across your skin as heat pooled low and eager in your stomach and you fisted one hand in the front of Vash's night shirt.

"Vash." You whined, and his low groan in response rumbled out against your already sensitive neck. "Vash." You moaned again, louder this time, needy but not completely sure what for.

"Hmm?" His questioning hum was barely discernible from his soft, pleased groans, only the uptick at the end of the throaty sound cluing you in that Vash had even heard you at all. His lips rested on the curve of your jaw, thumb trailing back and forth across your cheekbone. You fisted the back of his shirt in one hand and tangled the other in his messy hair, whimpering at each barely-there kiss he left as he trailed his way up your jawbone to your ear. "You're so soft. So, so soft."

His lips brushed the shell of your ear and you couldn't help yourself, whining as your hips jerked up against his. His breath stuttered and he jolted back from you to blink with wide, shocked eyes. Immediately a hot flush of shame coursed through your body, searing behind your eyes and cheeks. Was he disappointed? Disgusted?

"I'm so sorry." If you could shrink back and disappear you would, but it's not like there was anywhere for you to go. Vash's brow furrowed again for a moment before his eyes blew wide once more, immediately taking your face in both hands as gently as he could.

"No, no it's alright! There's nothing wrong you just- just surprised me a little! That's not bad! I just- Aw jeez." He pressed a kiss to your lips, then your nose, then your forehead. "Please don't cry. I promise I'm not upset or anything, so don't cry, okay?"

"I'm not gonna cry! I'm just… embarrassed." You mumbled between squished cheeks, eyes trained down and away from Vash's sympathetic smile.

“There’s no need to be.”

“I know that.” You whined, covering your eyes with the palm of your hand. You felt another fluttering kiss on the tip of your nose, and peeked through your fingers to find Vash beaming at you. There was a cautious apprehension behind his eyes now though, a similar fear to what you knew you were currently feeling.

“There is, uh, something I have to tell you though.” He fidgeted a little, not quite meeting your gaze. “It’s just that my body is kinda… Well, it’s a little… different? And I don’t want to freak you out or anything. But if you do freak out… That’s probably completely valid, I’ll be honest.”

“Vash, I’ve seen your scars before. You know I don’t mind, right?”

He winced a little, lower lip jutting out in a bit of a pout. “...That’s not what I’m talking about. It’s a… It’s a PLANT thing.”

“Oh.” As Vash sat back on your thighs you propped yourself up a bit to meet his gaze. “Well, that’s alright too. I won’t judge you for anything you can’t control, Vash.”

“Yeah but it’s… It’s pretty out there.”

“Try me.”

Vash opened his mouth, then shut it, then opened it, then shut it again, blush crawling its way up his cheeks with his fisted hands tucked into his lap. He twiddled his thumbs, worried his lower lip with his sharp teeth, and still failed to meet your gaze.

"It's, uh, it's just that it's a bit… different. My, uh… y'know?"

You'd been pretty oblivious to Vash's affections for you, but that didn't mean you were stupid. The way his gaze flickered down and then back up again when he spoke? The way one hand fisted the fabric of his pants and the other remained firmly tucked between his thighs, not quite against his crotch but definitely blocking it from your view? You could at least put those puzzle pieces together.

You rubbed the top of his knee with your hand, and tension seemed to melt from his stance with your touch alone.

"Would you… be willing to show me?"

He grimaced a bit, continuing to nibble on his lower lip until you ran the thumb of your other hand across it, trying to soothe the reddened skin. "I just don't want to freak you out or anything, is all."

"You really think at this point there's anything you could do or say to freak me out?" You bumped your forehead against his, the same way he had for you just moments ago. "Hate to break it to you, but you're kind of stuck with me now." He barked out a laugh, saying nothing but finally meeting your gaze, so you continued. "I don't want you to feel like you have to make yourself uncomfortable for my sake, but I also don't want you to run away from me. You trust me, right?"

"I do."

"Then trust that I won't run away either. I promise. I just want you, Vash, that's all."

He sucked in a shuddering breath, nodding softly against you. "Yeah. I want you too." Looking up at you through his eyelashes, he flashed you a cartoonish pout. "Maybe if someone gave me another kiss I'd get a bit braver?"

"You dork." You giggled, cupping his face in your hands and kissing him breathless once more. He leaned into you again, mouth open and eager, finally letting his hands trail back up your body where you'd wanted them. "Wait, switch with me."

"Hrmm? Whoa!" You wrestled Vash to the side, rolling the two of you over until you were now the one straddling his hips, not the other way around. He blinked up at you, mouth agape and lips slightly slick as he took in your form in the pale moonlight. "Oh. I could get used to a view like this."

With a single, sudden twist upwards of your arms, you pulled off your shirt and let it fall somewhere off the side of the bed, baring your chest to him fully. Vash gasped, hands squeezing against your soft sides as his gaze raked over your form.

"This one too…" He murmured. Trailing your fingertips down the length of his chest, you fiddled with the hem at the bottom of his shirt, lifting a bit but not quite tugging.

"This okay?"

He nodded, hands joining yours to help wrestle his shirt off over his head. Immediately you were upon him, a featherlight trail of lips and fingertips upon every inch of scarred skin, tracing the outline of the metal reinforcement over his left pectoral as gently as you could. Your thighs squeezed around his hips, the front of his loose pajama pants tented and straining where they met your clothed core. He was big, that much was obvious. Another roll of your hips, not accidental this time but intentional, left Vash gasping out a sharp, labored wheeze as his hips finally jerked forward against yours.

"Sensitive." He panted, shuddering helplessly as his hips stuttered forward again. "C-Careful, it's sensitive."

That sensitive, with several layers of clothes still between you? Now you were getting really curious. You rolled your hips again, friction sparking pleasure up your spine but it was nothing compared to the way Vash positively mewled, back arching and hips rutting erratically to meet you. A dark, damp spot was beginning to seep through the fabric at the tip. You cupped his clothed length with your hand as gently as you could. 'Sensitive.' You reminded yourself. But a bolt of surprise rocketed through you instead when you could swear that, just for a moment, you felt his cock squirm against you, pressing up into your hand without the aid of his hips.

"Please don't freak out." Vash wheezed. You squeezed his length again, pressing in firmly, but it was impossible to tell what writhing was from Vash squirming around and what came from, well, Vash squirming around.

"I'm not freaking out." You reassured him, and in all honesty you weren't. Were you surprised? Of course! But there wasn't really anything about Vash that could truly "freak you out" anymore, even this. You stroked his length through the fabric once more and watched that wet spot at the tip bloom farther and darker, Vash shivering like he'd just touched a live wire. "Is it okay to take these off? Only if you're okay with it."

You hooked a finger into the waistband and waited, Vash's gaze laser focused in on your hand. Slowly, carefully, he nodded. Fingers looped in the elastic of both his pajama pants and his boxers, you gave him plenty of time to change his mind as you tugged them down, Vash letting out a quiet, hitched gasp when his cock sprung free.

Well, Vash certainly wasn't lying about it being different. Arching upwards from between his legs was what you could only describe as a tentacle, thick base sprouting from slick folds at the apex of his thighs. It curled upwards towards his belly and tapered slim at the tip, beading semi-translucent liquid that dribbled down the length of the shaft. It wasn't the same shade as his skin; It was closer to a bluish-white, marked up the length with abstract patterning similar to the glyphs on the outside bulb of a PLANT. Vaguely you wondered if it was always out like this, or if it settled itself snugly within those wet, petal pink folds when he wasn't aroused. You had to think it did, if Vash was as sensitive as he made himself out to be, otherwise he'd be on the verge of cumming with each step he took.

On second thought, that wasn't a bad image either.

Vash gulped, squirming a bit under your gaze, knees pulling together but unable to close fully with your body in the way. "So, uh, you're not screaming. I'm gonna go ahead and take that as a good sign!" You smoothed a hand up the length of his thigh, pausing right at the junction of his hip, and his cock twitched towards you subconsciously like a writhing tendril. He seemed to shrink in on himself a little at this, shoulders pulling up towards his ears as he anticipated your reaction.

"Vash, God Vash… Do you even have any idea how pretty you are?" He had to know, you couldn't let him wake up tomorrow and just bumble around for the rest of his life not knowing. He was ethereal, scarred skin painted in hues of blush pink, cheeks burning, eyes soft and wide… He had to be a PLANT, because it just wasn't feasible for a normal human to be this achingly beautiful. "You're so, so pretty Vash."

"Oh." His breathing shuddered, hips twitching when you squeezed down on the fat of his thigh.

"Sensitive, right? I'll be careful, just tell me if it's too much, okay?" Fingertips trailing off the junction of his hip, you finally, finally, closed your palm around his length. It was hot, slick to the touch everywhere you put your fingers on it, and you could swear for just a moment that those glyphs pulsed with a faint blue-white light as Vash whimpered. "This is okay?"

He nodded furiously, hands fisting the bed sheets as he all but gasped for air. "Good! It's good. I haven't, it's been a long time since I- ohhh please…" Another bead of thick, slippery pre-cum drooled from the tip, slicking your palm as you moved it so slowly up the length of his cock, squeezing slightly on the downstroke and making Vash's back go concave against the mattress as he moaned. Heat burned low in your core, and you wrestled a hand down the front of your pajama pants to stroke your own slick folds directly. You couldn't help but picture how the silky writhing of his cock would feel inside of your pussy, slick oozing around where your bodies would meet as it pushed upwards into your aching core…

"Me too…" Vash groaned, hand grabbing for the waistband of your pants as he struggled to sit up. "Lemme touch you too, please." You stumbled off the bed for only a moment, but it was still far enough to make Vash whine at your lack of contact. Slick from Vash's cock smeared across the fabric as you wrestled both the pants and your underwear onto the floor before crawling back into Vash's lap like you couldn't stand to be away from him for another moment. His hands found your hips the moment you were within reach, rubbing soothingly up and down the outer curve of your thighs as he stared down at you, eyes swirling with arousal and adoration.

"Beautiful." He murmured, pressing his lips once more against the curve of your neck. "Tell me what you like, tell me how I can make you feel good."

Hand around his wrist, you guided him to the dark patch of hair between your legs. His fingers crooked carefully, curiously, two fingertips swiping upwards through your wet folds and catching over your clit. He shuddered when you moaned, the very act of giving you pleasure seeming to do him the same. Finding your clit again, he rubbed over it with his fingertips in slow, almost soothing circles.

"That's good." You cooed, taking him in hand again. "You're so good for me, Vash, such a good boy."

"Yes!" He moaned, his metal hand coming around to grip your ass, urging you to roll your hips against his hand. "Yes, 'm good, I'm so good." Sharp teeth dragged over your collarbone, just hard enough to send a prickle of pleasure up your spine. As you began to rock your hips he pressed his hand further in, letting you grind your clit against the heel of his palm as he slid his middle finger into your entrance. The intrusion was slick, effortless, and you couldn't help but moan as he curled his finger against your soft, hot walls. You pumped him again, another thick glob of pre-cum dribbling over your fingers as his cock wriggled in your grasp. "You feel so good inside." He continued to babble, drooling against your neck as he whined and gasped. "Wanna… wanna feel you, so bad…"

"Yeah?" You purred, shifting your hips further up his. With how keyed up you were you doubted you'd even be able to last more than a thrust or two with Vash inside you, but still you wanted. Nudging his hand out from between your legs, you shifted your hips down to trap his cock in between your pussy and his tense stomach as you rolled your hips and let it slip messily back and forth between your folds. Vash positively howled, head tossed back against the pillows as his other hand came around to grip your ass as well.

"Yes! Yes, please, oh please wanna make you feel so good." Shifting your hips to align his tip with your entrance, he peppered wet kisses across your neck and up your cheek as you hovered over him. You tipped your head to catch his lips with your own, moaning into his eager mouth as you finally let him nudge into you. Euphoria crackled up your spine with each small movement, an almost unbearable heat between the two of you as he shifted you so gently down his slick cock. It was almost effortless the way he slid inside, your combined wetness leaving no room for pain around the incredible pleasure as he stuffed you full, coiling and massaging your walls as you finally found your thighs resting on his and your lungs gasping for air.

"Oh, oh Vash." He shuddered at the sound of your name leaving his lips, hips snapping forward and once again driving the breath out of you as white-hot pleasure exploded behind your eyelids.

"Sorry, 'm sorry, not gonna last. Gotta make you cum, fuck, please cum for me…" His chest pressed to yours and his face pressed into the curve of your jaw, his hips thrust forward again, and again, wriggling one hand in between your sweaty bodies to thumb eagerly at your clit, rolling the swollen bud beneath the pad. You wailed, pleasure prickling tears at the corners of your eyes as your stomach coiled tighter, pushed you higher.

A sharp blossom of pain erupted from the crook of your neck, making you cry out as Vash growled against your skin. His sharp canines dug into your sensitive flesh, bruising the soft skin there and blooming pain and pleasure into a swirling cocktail of overwhelming sensation. You dug your nails hard into the flesh of his back, shivering helplessly in his grip. The desert had been cruel, and crueler still had been its people, but you would make sure that any marks you left on Vash would be ones he wasn't ashamed to show, to feel.

"Love you." You sobbed, bleary-eyed and desperate for release, babbling similar nonsense to Vash as you tumbled into pleasure-drunk ecstasy. "Love you, I love you I love you Vash!"

He wailed, teeth pressing further into your soft neck, hips stuttering forward once, twice more before he finally shuddered, pouring his load into your awaiting core. Molten heat flooded your pussy, sending you tumbling into your own release. Rapture flooded your senses, writhing in Vash's hold as waves of pleasure overtook you, walls fluttering helplessly around his length again, and again, and again. He was spilling so much into you, you could feel it pooling out around where the two of you were joined, slicking his thighs and inevitably staining the sheets below. Even as your own orgasm began to subside, little aftershocks of pleasure sparking in your mind, he was still spilling more into your fluttering heat.

"I love you." He sobbed into your neck, drool and tears dampening your skin as he clutched you tight, so tight. "Love you so much." His tongue lathed over the bruise his teeth had left behind, a silent apology for daring to leave a single mark upon your body. With a final, shaky thrust of his hips, he seemed to spill the last of his cum into you, muscles relaxing with a stifled groan. You curled a hand in the hair at the base of his neck, pressing a kiss to his temple as he nuzzled into you. He whined as his cock seemed to slip from your heat of its own accord, another gush of hot slick spilling from your entrance as it went limp.

"I've got you, baby." You cooed. Slumping gently into his lap and ignoring the sticky-slick feeling cooling between your bodies, you let yourself melt fully into Vash's gentle hold.

"...They're probably gonna charge you extra for cleaning, you know?" He quipped, and you could feel him grimace a little at the tacky feeling between your thighs. "A lot extra."

"I'll take my chances."

He guffawed against your neck, dragging you down to the mattress with him in a sticky heap. You curled into the curve of his body, head resting on his shoulder. His arm immediately rose to curl around you, pulling you tight against his side.

"Mmh, we should probably clean up." You mumbled, eyelids already beginning to flutter.

"...Five minutes?" He rumbled, pressing his nose into the crook of your jaw.

"Mmm… Five minutes."

#vash x reader #vash the stampede x reader #trigun x reader #trigun stampede #vash the stampede #trigun #my writing #long post #alien biology vash

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loveinhawkins · 1 year

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It’s a long summer’s day—August 1985, to be precise—and all Eddie Munson wants to do is leave a broken down fridge in the junkyard.

“I don’t know if you can dump those here, actually,” comes a voice from somewhere above.

Eddie looks up and seriously contemplates the possibility that he’s contracted heatstroke while straining to remove the fridge from the back of his van.

Because surely that’s not Steve Harrington sitting up on the roof of an old school bus like it’s a perfectly normal thing to do.

“And what are you, Harrington? The junkyard inspector?”

Eddie pushes the fridge with the sole of his shoe until it topples over with a satisfying clunk into the dry grass.

Steve cups his hands around his mouth, cheering like a sports commentator. “What a shot!”

Okay. Maybe Eddie’s not the one suffering from heatstroke after all.

Or maybe this is just what happens to some people after graduation: you lose the social hierarchy of high school, and then before you know it, you’re surveying the Hawkins junkyard like it’s gym class.

Poor guy.

Eddie should really just leave him be. But… well. He’s intrigued.

“And where’s the stuff you were dumping, Harrington?” He puts on a mock grave expression, folds his hands as if in prayer. “Your car die on you?”

“Uh, no. Just.” Steve shrugs. “Just hanging out.”

“Mm-hmm, yeah, you sure picked a nice place for it. Wait, this isn’t one of your tryst locations, is it?”

Steve wrinkles his nose. “Ew, no. Tryst? Can’t you just say make-out spots like a normal person?”

“Nope. Honestly, where’s the fun in that, Harrington?”

Eddie gets a bit closer to the bus, squinting against the sun. There’s a brief moment of shadow thanks to a passing cloud, and he can suddenly see evidence of what must’ve been a huge bruise healing across Steve’s face.

Steve heaves a great sigh; Eddie gets the impression that if he wasn’t here, Steve would’ve flopped backwards, using the roof like a sun-lounger.

“Hey, uh. Are you…?”

Steve makes a face. “Just ignore me. It’s the heat, man. I get… antsy.”

Eddie does not point out the fact that Steve definitely has a massive, air-conditioned house in which to escape from the sun.

“Uh-huh,” he says slowly and hopes it sounds enough like, “Meaning…?” without being too obnoxious about it.

Steve looks down at him, and for a moment it’s almost like he’s sizing him up—not in, like, a gym-class-intimidation kind of way, more…

Eddie’s not sure.

But a flicker of something definitely crosses Steve’s face—something almost vulnerable, maybe—and then it’s gone.

He mimes aiming an imaginary gun at Eddie, one eye closed, and drawls in a ridiculously bad Russian accent, “I would tell you, but I’d have to kill you.”

Eddie’s surprised into laughter. Where was this personality at school? In hiding?

“Fine. Keep your secrets, Steve Harrington.” He raps on the body of the bus, as if they’ve just met in a parking lot instead. Something normal. “Enjoy your, uh… lookout spot.”

Steve smiles, raises a hand. “See you, Munson. Hey, what was the shit you used to say?” And it must be a trick of the light, the sun in Eddie’s eyes, because for a moment it looks like Steve actually winks at him. “Here be dragons.”

#i’m falling in love with multiple scenarios of them meeting Before Everything but like just little glimpses u know?#pre steddie #steddie fic #steddie ficlet #steve x eddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #anyway hopefully new chapter of u know what next! ❤️

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heavyhitterheaux · 28 days

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Baby Blues

First Lady of Private Garden Fic

AN: mature topic ahead, mentions of postpartum depression

Synopsis: The two of you are at odds once again, and deep down, Jack knows that there is something wrong with his wife but can't figure out what it is. He makes it his mission to get down to the bottom of it in order to help you.

Pairing: Husband!Jack Harlow x Wife!Reader

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You massaged your temples as you sat down on your bed finally able to take a breather. All three babies had been officially home for two months and instead of it getting easier, you felt as if it was getting harder. Jack had been sent to the store by you to get more formula since your milk supply hadn't been that great lately. Probably due to the fact that you were barely eating, but that was another conversation.

The hope was that they would at least sleep for two hours so that you could lay down yourself, but you knew that it probably wouldn’t work out in your favor. You and Jack were still at odds and it would be sometimes awkward with both of you at home with the triplets which was 98% of the time. After almost losing you, that definitely took a toll on him, but the two of you would still argue about unnecessary things that wouldn't matter twenty four hours later.

In your mind you were trying your absolute hardest while trying to recover from having them since it hadn't been anything but easy. At this point, you didn't want to divorce him. Possibly legal separation, but the thought of divorcing him completely had never crossed your mind. Despite what had gone on in your marriage, at the end of the day you still loved him and couldn't see yourself living without him.

The front door opened indicating that Jack was back and you soon heard his footsteps as he made his way upstairs. He peeked in your bedroom and saw you sitting on the bed and staring off into space.

He leaned down to place a kiss on your forehead and you gave him a weak smile.

“You feel okay, today?” He asked as he sat down next to you, but you just shrugged.

“I don't know. I just…” You got quiet and didn’t finish your sentence.

“Baby, I can't help you if you don't tell me what's wrong.” Jack replied as he grabbed your hand to place in his.

“I don't need any help. I'm fine.”

“Y/N, why are we doing this again? You're shutting me out and I'm trying to understand what is happening with my wife.”

“Hmm, so now you want to try and understand? You weren't concerned with how I felt basically the entire year in 2022 so why now?”

“I already apologized for that and I thought we moved past that.”

“Who moved past it? Because I didn't.”

“Why do we ALWAYS do this?” Jack exclaimed while throwing his hands up towards you, but all you did was attempt to put your excuse of hair into a ponytail because you didn’t know the last time you actually brushed it.

“We always don’t do anything, you brought it up so I answered your question.” You fired back while looking at the two mismatched socks on your feet.

“I’m trying here so the least you can do is cut me some slack!”

“Jackman, if this is what you call trying to at least attempt to act like you care about this marriage, this is one hell of a poor job.”

“Here we fucking go. Don’t you think that if I wanted a divorce or to separate from you that I would have done it already?” Jack asked and you could tell he was immediately filled with regret as his eyes went wide and all you did was stare at him.

“There’s still time to go to the courthouse today if that’s your heart’s desire since it’s only eleven in the morning. But let’s be serious I saved your fucking image because come the fuck on, I could have thrown your ass under the bus. No matter how you mistreated me and put your wife, someone that you gave your last name to on the back burner, I still did right by you. As much shit as you did and it wasn’t a secret, it got played out for the entire world to see but yet, I never spoke bad about you ONE TIME. Because as much as you constantly give me headaches, I love you and I do want to save this marriage. But if I’m the only one trying then fuck it. The one thing that really sticks out in my mind is when I actually did fight Anitta and you didn’t even ask me if I was okay, not once. Despite how she had acted towards me ever since she met me. I told you how I felt about her and all you did was ignore me in order to try and boost your career. The career that I helped you create, but whatever.” You simply shrugged your shoulders and tried to walk past Jack, but he caught your wrist and lightly tugged on it.

Deep down, he knew that he had been difficult towards you and it had been hard to process his emotions and Jack did feel some type of way about how he had treated you. He broke the one promise to you when you told him not to ever forget where he came from or the people that helped him get to where he was, but now he had done the exact opposite and the fame had got to his head.

It took him hearing it from his mother to finally realize it

“Y/N…. wait a second.”

All you did was turn to look up at him and let out a deep sigh.

“I promise to do better and do right by you….. And them. I’m sorry I just…. I know for a fact that I have to be better about expressing how I feel towards you and a few months ago, I thought that I was going to lose you forever. Please don’t ever think that I don’t love you because I do. I love you more than life itself and just for the past year I haven’t been the best husband that I could be and want to get back in your good graces and fix this. I’m tired of us fighting and we have three little ones that don’t need to grow up in a dysfunctional household. You know for a fact that divorce would never be an option for me on my end. I was serious when I asked you to marry me at nineteen and I’m still serious now.”

“It’s not just us anymore and they should always be your first thought.” You quietly said as you could hear through the baby monitor that they were awake.

“I’ll…. Go make an appointment with Fatima after I check on them.”

The two of you had been seeing a marriage counselor named Fatima and you could tell that she was genuine and also wanted the best for the two of you.

“That sounds like a good idea.” You quietly answered as you simply hugged yourself in your pink oversized sweater that Jack bought you years ago, not bothering to make eye contact with him.

“We’re going to get through this, baby. One step at a time.” Jack quietly said as he leaned down to kiss your forehead.

All you did was nod in response as you sat down on the bed and simply stared off into space.

Jack simply sighed as tears pricked the corners of his eyes as he walked out of your shared bedroom and was on his way to the triplets room when he pulled out his phone to do a quick google search.

He knew that something was wrong.

What are the signs of postpartum depression?

Insomnia.

Fatigue.

Poor appetite.

Mood swings.

Irritability.

As Jack kept reading the symptoms on the list, just about every one of them he had seen in you over the past month and he was kicking himself for not noticing sooner.

You were hurting and he was simply adding to it which was the last thing that he would have ever wanted to do. After checking on the triplets, he would text Fatima and look more into getting you help for this because this had to be the only explanation for what was going on with you. After coming home, you had been so happy and now it seems like a switch went off and you were the complete opposite. Jack quickly wiped away his tears before making his way into the triplets room to see Axel wide awake and staring at him. He quickly picked him up and cuddled him closer to his chest.

“Axel, I have to figure out what's going on with your mother and get her the help that she needs. I want for her to be able to see the three of you grow up, but if she keeps going how she is right now, that might not happen. I'm trying to be a better husband and a good father to you three, but I don't think I'm doing such a good job.” He quietly confessed as he brought him downstairs in order to make a bottle for him.

As he waited for it to heat up, he saw you come into the kitchen and attempted to take Axel from him. But you quickly heard his protests.

“Baby, go lay down. I got them. You're tired.”

“I'm fine. I can feed him.”

“Y/N, please just listen to me. Did you even sleep at all last night? You aren't fine.” Jack asked as you looked away from him and he knew that he had his answer.

“I need for you to rest. Don’t worry about them.”

“But…”

“Please don't argue with me. I know when my wife is tired.”

“Okay.” You quietly said as you made your way back upstairs.

When Jack had woken you up by kissing yojr forehead, it was starting to get dark outside and as you sat up in bed you simply sighed.

“Baby, come on. I ran bath water for you.” Jack didn't wait for a response as he grabbed your hand and led you into the bathroom and began to help you take off your clothes.

You glanced down at your scar across your abdomen and quickly looked away. It was still hard for you to look at seeing that you almost lost your life.

Jack helped you sit down in the bathtub and kissed your cheek and made sure you were settled.

“I'll get some clothes for you to wear and put them out on the bed and I'll order you some food. Wing Stop okay?”

You nodded your head as Jack left the bathroom, but he made sure to keep the door cracked in order to be able to hear you if you needed him. Ten minutes had probably passed before the tears started streaming down your face and they wouldn't stop no matter how hard you tried.

You were trying to stay quiet so that Jack wouldn't hear you, but he did once he had heard a loud sob. He immediately stopped what he was doing to go in the bathroom to check on you and the sight in front of him broke his heart.

“Baby, what's wrong? Why are you crying? Did something happen?”

At this point your knees were to your chest as your head was resting on top of them and your arms were hugging your legs as you continued to sob.

“Jack…” You started to say before letting out another sob.

“Yes? Baby, you're scaring me. Tell me what's wrong.” He asked again as he was now sitting on the side of the tub next to you.

“That's the problem! I don't know! I'm so sad all the time. Why do I feel like this?”

“We're going to get you help. Whatever I have to do I'm going to make sure that my wife is okay.”

“Do you promise?” You asked in a whisper as you turned to look at him.

“I promise. You aren't going to feel like this forever if I have anything to do with it. I want you to get back to being your happy bubbly self. I haven't left your side since you got pregnant and I'm not leaving now. We're going to get through this.” Jack told you as he brushed some of your hair out of your face that had fallen out of the ponytail.

You nodded as Jack grabbed the Mielle shampoo that you used for your hair and began to massage it through your scalp. He didn't even know the last time you had washed it and figured that he would do it for you so that it was one less thing that you had to worry about.

As Jack washed your hair for you and conditioned it, your thoughts were running rampant. The last thing you wanted was to feel like this and you wanted to be the best possible mother to the triplets. You deserved it and they deserved it with as hard as it was bringing them into this world and all that you went through.

After he had rinsed out your hair, he grabbed an old t-shirt to wrap around it in order for it to be able to dry as he helped you out of the bathtub. Once he did and you were facing him, he leaned down to place several kisses on your lips which you gladly accepted.

“I love you and you’re going to be okay. We're going to be okay.” He whispered and you immediately nodded.

“I love you too.”

“Let me help you get dressed so I can finish your hair for you. You want me to blow dry it or let it air dry?”

“Blow dry it, please.”

“The Harlow salon is officially in business.” Jack said and you couldn’t help but to let out a small laugh.

Once Jack had finished your hair for you and putting it up, he made sure that you ate and the two of you were now sitting against the headboard in your bedroom as he was flipping through channels on the TV. You simply went and laid your head on his chest as his arms wrapped around you and leaned down to kiss the top of your head.

“Thank you for being here for me today.” You quietly said and you hugged him tighter.

“You don't have to thank me. You're my baby and your well being is important to me. I'm always going to make sure that you're okay and I’m sorry that it took me so long to notice.”

“Notice what?”

“That my wife was hurting. You have postpartum depression, baby. I looked it up and you have almost every single symptom.”

“Oh.”

“At least we know now what's wrong and we can do what we need to do in order to get you help. You mean everything to me even though I haven't been the best at showing it. But I'm going to do better for you and them.”

You hadn't even looked up the symptoms of it, but was going to take Jack’s word for it.

“I just want to feel better and be a good mom.”

“You will feel better and you're already a good mom. You just need a little help right now and that's okay. This is more common than you think, but it's not going to be like this forever.”

“What if we have more kids and this happens again?”

“We don't need to worry about that right now. Let's just focus on getting through this first.”

You nodded your head in agreement as you turned your focus to the television and you started hearing small whimpers on the baby monitor. You made a motion to get up and Jack immediately tried to stop you.

“Babe, I can…”

“I got it. You let me rest a little bit and I feel better.”

“Are you sure?”

“Promise. I'm fine. Like you said it won't be like this forever.”

A few months later, you were sitting backstage with the triplets and Jack was due to perform along with a few other artists and he made it up in his mind that he wanted all of you to come with him. Ivy and Autumn were crawling around on their playmat with their toys while Axel was in your arms sleeping as you heard the door open and he walked in.

He leaned down to kiss you while also kissing Axel's forehead as he sat on the floor and both of the girls crawled over to him.

“Are you okay? Do you need anything?” He asked as he was making faces at Ivy who was laughing.

“We're fine babe for the millionth time.” You responded while laughing and checking the time on your phone.

“Just making sure!” He said as he held up his hands in defense.

Jack made sure to block off a room backstage specifically for you and the triplets. Urban would pop in from time to time to check on you too so that way they wouldn't be overwhelmed with all of the noise. There was a screen in the room so that you along with the babies would be able to watch Jack’s performance.

“Aren't you supposed to be getting dressed?”

“I had to check on my wife and babies first. Yall are my priority. They can wait.”

Just then Urban stuck his head in the door and was looking at the both of you.

“Neelam is going to murder you in the next two minutes if you don't hurry up.”

“Tell her I'm coming!”

“That's what she said.” You muttered before busting out laughing and Jack and Urban just shook their heads at you.

“And you call me the unserious one.”

“But you are!”

“You know this is the first time in a while that I've gotten a genuine smile out of you.” Jack said while getting up and coming to sit next to you.

“And I have you to thank for that.” You said as you adjusted Axel in your arms.

“Just doing my husband duties. We're in this for the long run, baby.”

“And I wouldn't have it any other way.” You replied as Jack leaned down to kiss you, but was interrupted by Axel waking up and giving him a look.

“I… Axel fix your face. Your mom was mine first.” Jack exclaimed as you laughed at the face he was making at Jack.

Axel continued to stare him down before closing his eyes again and laying his head back down.

“You know you can't get mad. He is literally you in a baby's body. But back to what I was saying. You saved me in more ways than one so thank you smush.” You said as you leaned over to kiss him again.

“You're welcome, baby girl. If it's for you I'm going to do it without a second thought.”

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y/ninsta: jackharlow said today is the first time in a while that he got a genuine smile out of me, so I had to take a selfie. Postpartum depression is real, and I thank my husband from the bottom of my heart for recognizing what I was going through and that I needed help. I love this life that I get to live with him and my babies 💕

jackharlow: always in your corner, baby. forever and always.

urbanwyatt: SERVING LOOKS 😍😍

danivalentine: jackharlow thank you for taking care of my baby girl. she is so loved by you and everyone else around her. 🥹

saweetie: love you mamas and we always got your back

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#jack harlow #jack harlow fic #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow x black reader #jack harlow fanfic #jack harlow angst #jack harlow fluff #jack harlow fanfiction #jack harlow imagine

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cottonlemonade · 2 months

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How You Met

word count: 950 || avg. reading time: 4 mins.

pairing: post time-skip Akaashi x chubby!Reader

genre: fluff

warnings: one person being casually rude about your weight (it’s quick tho)

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The taiyaki were still hot in the white paper bag, the smell reminding you it was almost lunch time.

Looking the street up and down for a bus stop or a waiting taxi you turned on the spot. A little ways up the pathway you could make out the typical black boxy shape of a Tokyo taxi and readjusting your handbag you headed towards it, only for a busy looking person in a suit to snatch it up before you could reach it, muttering something about how you would be better off walking for some exercise.

In disbelief about such rudeness you shook your head, pulling your coat a little closer around your chubby form.

You were sure another taxi would take its place soon enough and got on tiptoes to examine the traffic, on the lookout for one.

A mischievous breeze blew up your coat collar, making you wish you would have worn a scarf after all. Although April was right around the corner, the weather today was icy cold.

Giving up for the time being you headed towards a little flower shop you had passed just a few meters back to warm yourself.

A bell chimed when you opened the door. Pots with regular and more exotic house plants stacked on shelves along the wall, one display case behind the counter held the fresh cut flowers while another showed already bound bouquets in varying sizes and color schemes.

The woman standing behind the cash register called a friendly greeting and held the beginnings of a new arrangement at arm's length to check for possible improvements.

"What can I do for you?", she asked, putting the flowers down and folding her hands over a small pregnant belly.

"I would like a bouquet with peonies and… some eucalyptus, please."

The woman smiled and got to work, asking here and there for specifics in color or fullness.

She was about to come to an end with the simple coral and cream bouquet when the doorbell rang again and a young man looking remarkably like a substitute literature teacher entered the shop, a phone to his ear.

"Yes, father, I am getting flowers. I’ll be there soon. Oh, actually, I might be a while, there are quite a lot of people waiting."

You heard an angry voice yelling something unintelligible from the phone, when he simply hung up and sighed. He reached to tug at his collar like it was too tight and closed his eyes for a second, then, remembering he was in public, gave a bow to you and the saleswoman and apologized.

"Please take as long as you want.", he said, almost pleadingly.

He looked like he had a headache, grabbing his collar again.

"O-on second thought,", you began, turning to the owner that was just about to add the last eucalyptus branch, "I forgot I wanted more. Silly me. Uhm, could you make one with… hmm, those blue ones, some of the small greens, those white tulips, and lots of those light blues there, please? And then another one… with those yellow ones there, there and those, too, please." Your best friends would be delighted.

"Oh", the owner caught on immediately, "that was quite a lot. I don’t think I could memorize which ones you wanted all at once."

"No problem. I can tell you one by one."

The young man gave a small grateful smile at the stage-play-like interaction, letting out a “Thank you very much” under his breath.

As the shop owner wrapped up the first bundle of flowers at snail speed, you turned to the young man, wanting to cheer him up.

"So, where do you not want to go?"

Seemingly too exasperated to care about talking to a perfect stranger he said, "A blind date. Which, by the way, isn't actually blind but with a woman I have absolutely no interest in talking to about anything."

"Oh fun.", you said and trying to lighten the mood added, "Why not bring some flowers that say Thanks for coming, I don’t wanna be here?"

Everyone laughed, but the guy stopped after a second or two, looking at you for the first time, then turned to the florist.

"Can I do that?"

She thought for a moment, then slowly nodded, "I can add some candytuft, for sure and… hm, something really neutral for… and then… maybe I still have some butterweed. Yeah, I think I can do that."

You stayed even after your third bouquet was done, keeping the conversation going, joking around and glad when the young man gave a genuine laugh.

"Let me.", he said, sounding tired, when you drew out your wallet to pay for your flowers.

You shook your head, smiled and handed your card to the owner. Then you reached into the paper bag.

The buns in the meantime had turned lukewarm, but still smelled heavenly when you fished one out in a napkin and handed it to the woman - the other still in the bag you placed on the counter for a moment, grabbing a pen from your pocket. You quickly jotted down your name and number on the paper and handed it to him.

“And here. If you need rescuing from your blind date, send me a text and I’ll call you right away with some made-up emergency.”

Then you raised your free hand that wasn’t busy balancing the flowers with a “You got this.” and after a final wave you left.

Akaashi was still staring at the door for a few long moments after you had gone.

“You’d make a cute couple.”, the saleswoman mused and grinned when the young man blushed profusely, holding tighter to the paper bag.

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#akaashi x chubby reader #haikyuu x chubby reader #akaashi x reader #haikyuu akaashi #akaashi fluff #akaashi x you #hq akaashi #akaashi keiji #akaashi keji x reader #chubby reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff #hq fluff

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lizhly-writes · 28 days

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staring at my sqh/yqy peak lord fiance ficlet. consider this! sqh is still consorting with demons while this happens because why not. mobei-jun still exists and is fully aware of the whole "haha i'm engaged to my shixiong and everything is so fucking weird" and sqh is muttering about this as he looks through some northern desert stuff.

it's just. come on, yue-shixiong. we're engaged, you don't have to keep chasing after your xiao jiu -- not that sqh minds!!! if you two get along, great, that's everything that great airplane god wanted! but like, it gets really awkward when you run away while you're on a date with lil ole shang qinghua, and then everyone starts feeling very sorry for sqh for having a fiance so obviously in love with another man, which, okay, sqh absolutely took advantage of to get paperwork done at first, but it's starting to get wayyyyy more awkward now --

mbj finds himself in the wonderful position of being able to give sqh dating advice. does mbj date? no. but does he know what dating looks like? hell yeah. it seems a shame that his best spy/advisor/friend(?) doesn't know the answer to this.

"hit him," mbj suggests.

"what," sqh says.

"three times a day."

and then we get into a discussion on demon courting and sqh going "haha that's nice but yqy isn't a demon" and mbj is like "i don't understand why you don't try it, how else are you going to get his attention".

"humans don't court by punching people???"

"you don't appear to be making any progress doing this the human way." and mbj says this super condescendingly, too. like hey, sqh, you're such a loser. you have no game. of course you have no bitches. how can you have bitches if you don't punch people in the face.

well, yeah?? fuck you too, my king! it's not like you've ever had a date, are you not launching a boulder while being precariously balanced on your glass peak (me: i'm paraphrasing bu-ding-talk, check them out)? sqh could totally make progress if he wants to! not that he wants to! who wants to make progress with yqy??

anyway, this gets buried until the next time yqy pays sqq too much attention and sqh had the most resigned fucking look on his face. like come on. this again?

lqg is there. sqh makes incredibly awkward small talk. like haha hey how's your engagement to sqq. good? bad? ahahaha yeah, actually, sqh didn't have to ask, obviously it's bad. look, our fiances are running away with each other. people keep telling sqh that he needs to keep yue-shixiong's attention somehow, but all the advice is weird. in fact this guy last week said that sqh should hit yqy three times a day, not that sqh is going to try that --

"hmm," says lqg. "that's not a bad idea."

sqh is abruptly reminded that he is talking to lqg, a man who probably would be more interested in people if they punched him in the face.

"is that what you're doing with sqq???" says sqh.

the answer is no, of course not, don't be dumb. but like, if sqq WASN'T a poisonous snake of a man and a decent human being, lqg would mayhaps have his interest piqued with a good fight. that's so much better than flowers and haircombs. who wants courting gifts when you can have a good punch in the face.

"hahaha thanks liu-shidi but maybe not i think yue-shixiong could probably kill me if i tried," says sqh and scurries away.

fast-forward a week or two, in which sqh is having a stressful time. maybe it's tax season. maybe it's a shitty night hunt that he has no business being on. either way, yqy is there with him and good god is yqy zoned out.

is yqy actually zoned out? eh, maybe not. perhaps he is actually fully paying attention, but also he takes a look at a stand for fans while sqh is talking to him and sqh is like "shit, is this sqq again?" exasperation turning into anger while sqh is just, super stressed, and he just needs yqy to pay attention to him just this once, and the thought occurs -- well, at least two separate people have told him that he just needs to hit yqy --

all this to say that sqh just fucking decks yqy

#svsss #shang qinghua #yue qingyuan #sqh/yqy #i don't know where i was going with this #this was probably funnier in my head #sorry yqy

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thetarttfuldickhead · 1 year

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Stray 3x06 Roy and Jamie stuff:

Ted’s smile and nod and little ”all right” after Jamie and Roy get on the bus in the end could just be him being generally appreciative of windmills I guess (be pretty damned on brand for him tbh), but in our hearts of hearts we know it’s him seeing and approving of Jamie and Roy properly, overtly bonding, oh, okay, they’re actually becoming friends.

Speaking of becoming friends: Jamie repeatedly singing at Roy and trying to get him to interact during Rebecca and Beard’s impromptu concert, like ha! Play grumpy all you want, old man, but we’re friends, nothing you can do about that!

Roy Kent – the Roy Kent who quit Chelsea because he didn’t want to give anyone the chance to discover that he couldn’t quite keep up anymore, the Roy Kent who walked out on Keeley before she could dump him (which she wouldn’t have, you absolute pork chop of a man) – allows himself to fall over and be clumsy and be bad of something in front of Jamie. Allows Jamie to help him, and I. Am. Freaking. Out. Over. It. Just: he rejected Jamie’s offer of comfort in 3x02 but because that offer was made, he realized that he can trust Jamie; can allow himself to be vulnerable with Jamie. The journey of their intimacy is driving me insane, people. Might make a proper meta out of it at some point; right now I’m busy just being insane.

The way Jamie switches between “Coach” and “Roy” and Roy falling back on “Tartt” when he decides to make his bad mood Jamie’s problem…

The whole bus sort of holding their breath when Roy declares that Jamie is not joining them for the night out, because they don’t know, you never know with these two, how things are going to go – and then Sam’s teasing grin at Jamie when Jamie doesn’t put up a fight and doesn’t pout. (Sidenote: I have so many questions about the team’s and the coaches’ thoughts on Roy and Jamie’s new arrangement. So many questions.)

I’m not even a hardcore shipper but what the hell am I supposed to do when “let’s get lost, let’s get lost in each others arms” plays over Roy and Jamie biking away from the windmill? Hmm?

“Don’t fucking ask,” Roy growls but he’s smiling.

#jamie tartt #roy kent #3x06 #ted lasso #they are driving me insane your honour #my stuff

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crow-raven-crow · 9 months

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫 (𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬)

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞: 𝐓𝐨 𝐁𝐞 𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝..

Larissa Weems x Sorcerer f!reader pervious chapter | series page | masterlist words: ~6k chapter-specific warnings/content: overthinking, /description of: anxiety, rapid thoughts, crying, dread/, angst, FLUFF

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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: To be seen is one thing.. but to be found? To be found is to know that someone has seen your soul, that someone has cared about you enough to see through the mask.. In your time spent at the academy, you had successfully made it a home - a home in which you can't bare to leave.. But.. you'll be able to find this feeling, this love again elsewhere.. right?

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The hiss of the breaks and the small jerk forward of the bus confirmed the fact that you were all now in Jericho. You stood just as Marilyn did and she proceeded to give the students one last run down of what was expected for the day. You gestured for her to step out first so she could send each pupil in their designated direction as you made sure the bus was officially clear.

You stepped off the vehicle and proceeded to do the same with the others, ensuring that all busses were officially empty. You did one last check in with the chaperones, giving out your cell if they didn't have it already, then beelined for Larissa.

The nerves were getting to you slightly, but you were able to push everything to the side to be certain that your focus was in check, to hopefully give one good, smooth event to the tall blonde. You saw her with a group of chaperones, presumably going through their checks one last time, before they dispersed deeper into the town. Her professional smile faded as the distance grew, showing off the true emotions of the sapphire beauty. You took this opportunity to give her some reassurance and do your last check in before you became a stranger to them all.

"All the busses are clear," You started. "Every student has been directed to their respective place and I checked in with the chaperones one last time before coming to you."

"You are a blessing, my darling.." She said, her gaze softening as a weak smile graced her lips.

"You have my number, Larissa.." You mentioned, closing the distance between the two of you. You grabbed one of her hands gently, running your thumb across her knuckles. "I promise I'll do my best to give you a good day, hmm?"

She let out a deep breath that she didn't know she was holding as her shoulders relaxed. "There is much to do.." She sighed as she squeezed your hand lightly.

The energy around you two shifted as unspoken words drifted in the breeze that encompassed you both. There was no guarantee in what the two of you shared, no guarantee in being together, no guarantee in being found, but you both held hope in a vise grip, praying to the old gods and the new that today would be the day that you both gained a piece of home..

You moved her to face you completely and brought your hands to her shoulders. "And.. I'll be with you every step of the way. Well- I mean.. as much as I can be." You both laughed at your realization, the air around you becoming lighter.

Her gloved hands met your waist as she pulled you flush against her. "I read your note.. Thank you for the little hint, my love.." She whispered, her voice low as one of her hands came to hold your chin causing a shiver to run through your being. "Trust me when I say I'm a woman who won't turn down a challenge.." She finished, planting a kiss on your cheek before slipping away completely.

"I look forward to seeing you, my darling!" She said with one last glance over her shoulder.

With the principal off to her meetings and other duties, it was time for you to find a place to change your clothes and take off your concealing sigils without a soul being able to piece together who you were.

Jericho, though seemingly small, was actually much larger than you originally thought. A lake curled around the town on one side while the other was backed by forest. It was beautiful, especially in autumn as the leaves were showing off their change in color and the breeze ran cool against the skin of many. The buildings ran tall, all blending together perfectly in their respective colors.

You turned down one street and were thankful to find it empty. You went behind one of the buildings, after making sure it was completely clear, and started casting the spells that would change your clothes and remove your sigils, showing your form out to the world.

As you whispered the spells, a purple mist left your mouth and started to swirl around your body, changing your clothes into an outfit a little more your style. The black turtle neck hugged you close as necklaces clinked together on appearance. It was tucked into brown cuffed pants, and a belt appeared in its loops as black healed boots switched into reality. A few more touches like earrings, rings and your signature lipstick were added as your deep red sigils faded into your skin, revealing the woman that stood behind it all.

Satisfied with your look, you left the alley in another direction as a precaution. The dark brick turned into weathered red ones the closer you got to the outside world. It had been a little while since you did this; the last event Nevermore held wasn't nearly as long. To say you were a bit anxious was an understatement, but no one would know you. It was just up to you not to mess it up.

You stepped into the Weathervane, the smell of coffee grounds and baked goods filling your lungs within seconds. You ordered a hot chocolate as a rush started, the bell on the door ringing every few seconds. As more and more customers filled the store, more people crowded at the end of the counter waiting for their drinks.

You noticed Enid walk in with a paper in her hands and watched her order with great focus, glancing back and forth between the cashier and the paper, ensuring an order wouldn't be missed. She was probably ordering for a group of volunteers, handing the worker cash and saying to keep the change as she finished. She moved through the handful of people and stood at the end right next to you. You fought back the urge to say hello with a welcoming smile, trying to come up with any reason to speak to the girl. When you had finally taken a full look at her in your unmasked form, Larissa had walked in and your eyes moved to her figure as though they were in a trance.

"That's Principal Weems," Enid said, after finding your gaze in that direction. "She's the principal of Nevermore Academy. She's probably the main reason we have days like this in the first place." She finished, looking back in your direction and locking eyes with you.

"Oh, is that your school? I know there's Outreach Day today." You started, trying your best to act normal towards the small blonde. "She is quite beautiful.." You admitted, finally being able to voice some of your thoughts about the woman.

"I do, yeah! And she is! Though.." She looked in the direction of Larissa then back to you, her voice a bit quieter this time at the start. "I think she has a crush on our schools Protector.. She's been a lot more light hearted since our current one came to Nevermore.. and well- I like to think that I know our Protector enough to the point that she likes her back.. I hope they meet soon because I TOTES ship it!!"

Your face flushed at this. In your time of being there, you had never heard about the assumptions the students or staff made about you. Just as you were about to give the student your thoughts, Larissa walked towards the both of you.

"Miss Sinclair," she said with a smile on her face. "I do hope you're not avoiding your volunteer work or," she looked you up and down, a small blush gracing her features as her gaze landed on your lips, before she brought her eyes to yours. After a small pause, she finished, "bothering any of the patrons.."

You shivered slightly under her intense gaze but played it off by adjusting the rings on your fingers. You hadn't expected to see her so soon.

Enid gasped in playful offense at the taller ones comment, scrambling to pull out the paper again and explain that the owner of the boutique across the street had sent her to get drinks for her and the rest of the workers and volunteers that were present that day.

"Here! Look, see!" She said while pushing the paper she had at the register into Larissa's hands. "These are all the drinks I got for anyone who wanted one." At this, Larissa let out a small laugh, enjoying the smaller ones reaction to her playful comment, while looking over the list of different drinks.

You took this moment to chime in, "And-" at the sound of your voice, they both turned to look at you, causing a sudden wave of nervousness to shroud over your being. You cleared your throat in an attempt to ground yourself. "She's quite alright.. She's not bothering me at all. I can tell she's a sweet girl." You offered up with a smile towards the little wolf.

That last note had Enid beaming and curiosity run through the sapphire goddess, but just as she was about to say something, a loud voice was heard from the other side of the counter.

"I got a medium hot chocolate!"

You both shifted your gaze, reaching for the cup but immediately froze at the close proximity to each other. The realization clicked for the both of you.

"Did you also-" "Did we both-" You spoke at the same time, and, after realizing you both basically said the same thing, started to laugh. It was a beautiful sight to know that the real you was able to elicit the contagious laugh from the woman.

"Here," you started, reaching for the drink. "You have this one," you said, offering the drink in her direction knowing full well that you had ordered before her. "A principal is a busy job - I'm sure you have a lot on your plate right now."

"Are you sure, darling?" She asked, softly taking the cup from your hands, being sure to brush her gloved fingers against yours in the process. The action made a deep blush appear on your features, kissing the tips of your ears, as your breath hitched at the contact. Her tone was lined with nothing but appreciation and curiosity. Surely, she had to be catching hints by now..

"Yes, of course." You responded with a smile she can now see, reassuring her that it was okay. "Plus.. I'll be of help if I wait a second. A part of me has a feeling that a certain volunteer student can't carry all those drinks back to the boutique by herself.." You said while moving your gaze towards Enid, a blush covering her cheeks as she realized that she cannot, in fact, carry it all back herself.

You both let out a soft chuckle as the smaller one's expression shifted. Larissa looked back towards you, being sure to lock eyes with yours before speaking.

"I really do appreciate it, thank you. And.. Enid?" She shifted towards the smaller blonde. "You be careful, hmm? And be sure to thank her once you've got everything back to the shop. I'll see you later. And you.. maybe I'll see you around as well.." She ended with a smile as she moved towards the blue door to exit the Weathervane.

You left the Weathervane with your drink in one hand and a tray full of more in the other. You walked beside Enid who was holding two more trays. It felt nice to be with the girl in your own skin - to react, to speak, for her to see you. It was refreshing and a light feeling filled your chest.

As you crossed the street, Enid started to speak. "Thank you for helping me.. I'm sure you heard in the Weathervane, but I'm Enid, by the way.. What's your name?"

You stopped in your tracks, making the smaller girl stop as well a few steps away, though confused. You looked at her, wondering if your expression alone was enough to convey your thoughts. You could feel your heartbeat pound in your ears and sweat started to slightly surface on the palms of your hands. This had never happened before.. and, in this moment, you couldn't have been happier that it was Enid who found you first.

Just as you were about to speak, it was as if it clicked for the small blonde as a bright, excited expression took over her features.

"OHMYGOD!! OHMYGOD!!! IT'S YOU, ISN'T IT-"

"SHHH ENID-" You couldn't help but laugh hard, your smile reaching your eyes as you ran up to her, capturing her in your arms, though careful enough not to spill the drinks. "This is not exactly how my cover is supposed to be blown!" You whisper screamed, a chuckle laced in your words.

"My name is Y/n - F/n M/n L/n." You said, looking down at her with a big smile, wrapping an arm around her shoulder as you continued to walk to the boutique. "Congratulations on being the first person to ever find me."

Your heart swelled with happiness. Even if today didn't go as planned in the end, the soft spot that you had for Enid was jumping in joy. You could tell that the feeling was mutual as you looked over at the girl.

"You're so pretty! I don't really know what I was expecting but what I see is so beautiful. And your voice! Gods, it's so nice to be able to talk to you.." She said, leaning into your touch a bit more. "I'm so glad I found you, you have no idea."

You let out a laugh as you turned another corner. The boutique was now in your sights and you were glad that you were able to help at all this time. It was different interacting instead of watching from a far, but you enjoyed it nevertheless.

"Y/n.. about those things I said earlier-" She started, though your laugh cut her off. You recalled what she said in the Weathervane before she found out who you were and a small blush came back to your features.

"You don't need to worry about it, love.." You started, reaching over to grab the door handle of the boutique she was volunteering at. "You were right about them after all."

"WAIT, YOU LIKE WEEMS?" She shouted and you were thankful you hadn't exactly opened the door yet.

"ENID!!" You said while shooting your gaze towards her. You both paused before bursting out into a fit of laughter. You walked in after her and set your tray out on the counter. Before helping pass the drinks you, you whispered to the girl, "This stays between you and me!"

You spent a good chunk of your time watching the students and chaperones from afar, finding a bench to sit at after thinking you walked around quite enough. You saw groups as they went on their breaks, all seemingly enjoying their day so far. There was a moment in which you caught sight of Larissa with the mayor, your heart skipping a beat when you saw the familiar stature and grey dress. A part of you yearned to introduce yourself, to speak to her again, but you pressed on and distracted yourself by listening to conversations as people passed by.

By four o'clock, groups were dismissed to the bleachers set up in the town square. They all overlooked a big sheet covering the new statue and a red ribbon that stood in front of it. A pedestal stood to the side for individuals to speak while not completely blocking the reveal when the time came. You took advantage of this dismissal period by doing a round to make sure no students were missing. Though you weren't present to watch it all go down, you didn't want a replay of last year.

As you walked back towards the square on the main street, Enid skipped up to you with an excited expression on her face. "I was looking everywhere for you!" She said while grabbing your hand. "Are you allowed to be by us during the speech?"

"Well.." You started, squeezing her hand when it was secured in yours. "I don't see why not." You answered with a smile. The small wolf proceeded to lead you to the bottom of a set of bleachers as a familiar raven haired girl came into view.

"Wednesday, look who I found!" She said, thrilled that the girl in front of her would soon see who you were.

"Do you think I should know a complete stranger?" She asked, her voice monotone. In the moment, she didn't seem the littlest bit interested in who you were and that fact made you laugh slightly.

"Oh, wait, right.. Hold on.." Enid said, the gears turning in her brain. You watched the scene unfold in front of you, the small lycan figuring out a way for Wednesday to ask the question.

"She helped me bring drinks to the boutique earlier.. She was super nice in the Weathervane and got to.. somewhat?? meet Principal Weems-"

"Oh, I see.. What is your name, Protector?" She asked, cutting Enid off. You let out a sign of relief, loving how quick the young Addams brain worked.

"Y/n.. M/n is my middle name. Thanks for catching onto that." You say, complimenting the way they worked together. You stood to the side while they both sat, understanding that you were right by the Nevermore student section and trying not to take up space a student may need. Your shoulder met Enid's as she leaned to the side, the height the bleachers provided made it so you were close in height as she sat.

"Are you nervous to meet Principal Weems?" She whispered, her gaze fixed on the podium. Your eyes followed her line of sight before they landed on the tall beauty. You couldn't help the way you held your breath for a moment as you felt your heart rate pick up.

"Yes.." You said with a sigh. "But I've also never wanted something more.." At this, she looked at you and took in your expression. The only feeling that filled your entire being in that moment was longing - pure, painful, lustful, loving, careful, longing..

"In all the schools I've been to, none have felt as this school does, and the thought alone scares me.. There are so many what ifs in the world.. but I've never wanted anything to be more certain in my life.. This is my home, and I don't want to have to leave.."

"She'll find you." The certainty in her tone alone was enough to shock you back to reality and turn towards her. "She's a smart lady, and I think we can all see how badly she wants you to stay.. I know she hasn't found you yet, and that sucks.. but.. it's like somethings changed. There's a new feeling that wasn't here before, and I think that's enough of a push for her to be able to find you. I have a good feeling about it, Y/n."

Her words lifted a weight off of your shoulders as each one registered in your ears. No one has ever talked to you sincerely about this, in all your time of being a Protector, let alone tried. It spewed a newfound confidence within you. You would be found.

"Thank you, Enid. That means a lot to me.. You're a good kid." That last part you say with a smile as your bump your shoulder into her lightly, eliciting a small giggle from the girl. Just as she's about to say something else, light bumps on the mic can be heard from the speakers that litter the square, signaling the start of the speeches.

"Hello, everyone!" The mayors voice booms through the area, small echos could be heard bouncing through the streets of the town. From what Enid whispered to you throughout his speech, the mayor said around the same things last year, going on about the relations and stereotypes that are often false.

Throughout all this, you had no idea that you had caught the eye of the tall sapphire standing beside the speaker at the podium. When she first saw you, there was a bit of hope, but she pieced together that you two were friendly due to the situation at the Weathervane. She determined, at that point, to put her focus on her duties before giving into her loud (yet lovely) thoughts about you.

As she stepped onto the podium, she was the only thing to take over your senses. You took this moment of adoration to whisper a protection spell, ensuring that anything bad that would happen within a certain radius would fail or fizzle out. You promised to make today good for her and you planned to hold up to it.

With the spell done, you took in the way she addressed the crowd with ease. She spoke with her hands as she moved her gaze in all directions. Her eyes landed on your figure longer than it had in other directions, something that didn't go unnoticed, and you couldn't help but smile, making her return the gesture. You weren't far from her, close enough to see the blues of her eyes, but you weren't exactly close either, appreciating the thought that went into setting up the audio to cast out her velvet voice.

After some final notes from the mayor, the ribbon was cut and the cloth was pulled away, revealing two figures underneath it. A knight stood tall alongside a being with large wings encompassing the both of them. You immediately recognized it as a kinder outcast story in which a normie and outcast worked together to save a town. When you looked over towards the rest of your students, you could see that they recognized it as well, big smiles filling the crowd, though the mayor went on to explain the story as well.

You took a moment to look at Larissa, taking in the expression that graced her face. She was shocked at the start, something that made you laugh softly, but it was quickly replaced by a wide smile. You could tell this was something big for her - it was a big leap for the relations between outcasts and normies, and the fact that the idea from last years statue to this years changed so much in a good direction made you proud to be at this point. It made you and a lot of others proud to be an outcast.

As the reveal ended, everyone was dismissed to go back to their duties. You could see relief wash over Larissa as only good came from the ceremony. An appreciative smile met her lips as she looked around to find you, only to remember that you weren't quite in her reach. You celebrated quietly, thankful that you thought of a protection spell just in case, before walking Enid back to her volunteer work.

You took your time during your last rounds in Jericho, making sure that every student and every chaperone of yours had made it back to the academy as the moon slowly said hello and softly illuminated the sky. You stopped in the town square - where the bleachers and ribbon once stood was now cleared and filled with the soft, gold lights that surrounded it and littered most of the town. You craned your neck up slightly and took a moment to admire the new statue.

Your thoughts that were filled to the brim with what ifs and every possible situation were now quiet, blank, in shock.. Every thought had shut down the moment you took in the empty square. Today could've been the day.. the day she could've found you.. the day your feelings, both of your feelings, could've truly been admitted, the day she could've finally saw you.. the real you, the one behind the cloak, the spells.. the rules..

But here you stood, with no one but the moon and the stars.. truly this time..

You looked up as you fought back tears, beckoning them to pool back into your eyes as the tightness in your throat made itself known to you. This was part of the job, you told yourself.. What is meant to be is meant to be.. You allowed yourself to get too attached, and this was the consequence you brought upon yourself..

This is why we put our trust in The Fates..

So there you stood, with heavy limbs and a heavy heart, near the places where some had found you for the first time and where others didn't and may never will.. This was an important lesson that you needed to learn.. though, it didn't make the pain any weaker…

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or so you thought..

Just as you were about to leave, a particular, frantic yet familiar voice filled your ears.

"Excuse me!!" You turned towards the direction of the noise and saw the blonde beauty making powerful strides in your direction, closing the distance in record time. She looked concerned, worried even.. but, as she drew near, her expression softened into a more welcoming one.

"Hello, darling. Sorry.. I was wondering if I could get your help with something…?" Her smooth voice scattered along your skin and to your ears, blessing you with her beautiful accent. She took in your figure as she spoke, looking you up and down slowly before meeting your eyes again. You stood tall, but she could see through that, deciding to speak nothing of it.

"Oh.. yes, sorry.. What seems to be the issue?" You asked, composing yourself as your spoke, pushing down the dread and forcing through the professionalism of your role. "You're.. the principal, correct? For the school for outcasts here?"

"I am, yes, good memory." She smiled at you as she offered the small compliment, and you couldn't help but smile back. Even if you were upset over the outcome of today so far, you could never get tired of the beautiful smile she sent your way. "If I recall correctly.. you were the one in the Weathervane that helped Miss Sinclair, yes?"

"Yes, I was. She's a lovely girl. I joined her for your speech too. Well.. more like she dragged me with her - amazing job, by the way. I can tell you truly care about what goes on here."

"Thank you.. Their lives are very important to me, and I would hate to represent them as anything less."

A small silence fell over the two of you. She would be the death of you, again, you were sure. You wondered how you kept this up as it was killing you from the inside out. You spoke, hoping to help the hardworking principal. "What.. was it that you needed, miss?"

"Oh, right, sorry.. I um.." She was nervous, that much was clear. Her demeanor had changed so quickly that you thought you had did something wrong in breaking the silence. She struggled holding eye contact and fiddled with her fingers as a pink hue lit up her cheeks. Adorable, you thought, for it was not often that you got to see the woman in such a state.

For a moment, she faltered and wondered if the person in front of her was truly you or if she was looking too much into things.. Everything about this was left to chance, but Larissa Weems was a woman who spotted everything. So she pushed through, confident in her knowledge of you, sure in what she knew and caught about the real you..

With a deep breath, she moved her gaze to yours and finally spoke again. "I was looking for someone and you were the first person I saw.. I was wondering if you could help me look, if it's not too much trouble.."

You moved your hands to your hips, and a small sigh fell from your lips as you took a moment to look around the streets of the town. A few places were still open, and technically you'd be doing your job of protecting a member of your school while helping.. You looked down and shook your head softly as a smile grew on your lips. "Sure, why not?" You said, moving your gaze back to hers.

Your smile made her pause, taking in the sight that made her heart skip a beat as a smile of her own grew.

"Ok, good.. because I had this suspicion-" She grabbed your arm gently and led you closer to a streetlamp. The sporadic energy that she gave off was enough to catch you off guard, but your feet carried you along.

She turned to face you quickly, fast enough that you bumped into her as she stopped. A soft 'sorry' left your mouth as you collided with the beauty, but it died on your tongue as her hands came out to grab your hips firmly in a way to catch and steady you. The action made you look at her with wide eyes. She held your hand in hers now as her eyes moved to every unhidden feature of your face. Confusion took over your being.. but a big thought repeated over and over in your head… maybe-

She moved a hand to cup your cheek, making your mind short circuit. Big, beautiful orbs pierced your own as time slowed, causing only the two of you to exist in this moment.

"Your lipstick.." She whispered, her eyes filled with desperation. "I noticed it before but I.. I needed to be sure.. And your actions throughout the day only proved my suspicions.." Her eyes looked between yours as she spoke, her touch and tone the gentlest to ever welcome your being.

"I'm sorry for taking so long.." Your breath stilled in your lungs, as your eyes pleaded for the unasked question.

"My darling.." She started.

"Y-Yes..?"

"What is your name?" It felt as though everything had lead up to this moment, the schools you didn't accept, the ones that didn't accept you, all seemed to fade away as you stood with each other in that moment.

"Y/n.. M/n L/n.." You answered as tears filled your eyes and you placed your hand atop of hers. "You found me, Larissa.."

She let out a breath she didn't know she was holding as relief washed over the both of you. Her gaze moved down to your lips quickly then back to your eyes - something you noticed as the energy in the air shifted.

You leaned in slowly, stopping with the smallest gap between the two of you, a silent question being sent to her. Your breath walked along her skin, making her own hitch slightly. With a gentle pull from her hand on your cheek, her lips were on yours.

The kiss was soft yet so full of emotion, so full of long days and tired nights of wanting to find the other, to hold them, to know them.. The feeling of her lips on yours was enough to make every worry, every issue, every thing fade away.. so soft and so gentle - a touch you dreamt of, a touch you longed for, a touch you now had..

She hummed into the kiss then pulled away slightly, her lips brushing against yours as she spoke. "Y/n.. how beautiful.."

This made a laugh escape your throat as you wrapped your arms around her shoulders, pulling her closer. The action made her wrap her hands around your lower waist, the touch sending goosebumps across your skin. "Mmm.. and how's my voice, hmm? How does it feel to finally be able to see me? Because my view for these past few months has been nothing but delectable.." You whispered against her lips, teasing the older woman but putting every ounce of truth your being can provide in your enjoyment of seeing her every day.

Though it was the first time she was really able to be with you, to interact with you, she'd be lying if she said she didn't think you were intoxicating, even at her early suspicions.. The way your outfit hugged your every curve or the gentleness and care that was translated into your actions was something she fell for.. hard. But.. your voice.. being able to see your face, see your eyes that she'd have no trouble getting lost in.. well..

"It's like a dream I've been waiting for.. Though, in this case, I don't need to be afraid of waking up.. You are absolutely addicting, Y/n.." She said, her voice dropping an octave as she said those last words, then leaned in to capture your lips with her own once more.

The next day, an assembly was called right at the start of classes. Your representative had arrived at the school and stood next to you. The sight alone made the students nervous, only seeing this when a Protector finished their term or got traded out, though.. there were a few in the crowd that smiled, due to knowing otherwise.

Larissa came into view and started off on her compliments on how Outreach Day went this year, acknowledging the work the students and teachers put in to make it smooth as well as mentioning you in the process. There was a small pause as a slight jittery energy filled the principal - this would be the first time she'd be doing this, and the thought excited her.

"I met a special someone yesterday during Outreach Day.." You took this moment to step forward, gasps and small cheers making your smile, the smile that they'll finally get to see, widen.

"I'm glad to say that, even if you heard this voice once, you'll be getting to hear my next words in my real voice, a voice that is here to stay.." A wave of excitement washed through the teachers, students, and other staff - the relief of not having to go through this again, the relief of not having to say goodbye to you, catching up to them.

Your representative stepped forward, planting themselves beside you as you moved your body to completely face theirs. A smile lined their face as they whispered small congratulations to you, happy that you found your place, that you found your home..

"It is with great honor, Y/n M/n L/n, to tell you that you are hereby released from your concealing restrictions and deemed Nevermore Academies official Protector." Cheers filled the quad as you bowed to your representative in thanks. As they turned to leave, you started casting your removal spell when you turned to face the rest of the school. The area was filled in awe when they finally got to see you.

"Hello, everyone," you said with a smile that reached your eyes. The day had finally come and you couldn't be happier as your heart pounded in your chest, and you chanced a glance at Larissa who was looking at you with nothing but love and adoration.

The quad filled with comments about your looks and voice as Enid ran up to hug you in pride. "I told you she could do it!" She said as she looked up at you, her arms wrapped around your torso as you hugged her back. You let her go, laughing at her small 'I told you so' and looked over the crowd of students and teachers alike.

Larissa walked up behind you and wrapped an arm around your waist. "Now, now.. there's no need to overwhelm her so fast. She's staying here now, after all.." She turned her head to look at you with a big smile, making yours become brighter. You placed you hand on top of hers at your waist.

"Yeah," you said, "I have no plans on leaving.."

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𝐚/𝐧: HAHAAAAHHHHH HOW MANY OF YOU DID I FOOL? HOW MANY OF YOUR HEARTS BROKE AT THAT PART? i am not sorry it was just TOO good not to add my favorite little touch is Larissa adding "my" in front of her pet names the harder she fell for reader :,,,)))) so fucking cute

Well! This was the final chapter of this series. I love it sososoosososo much and i absolutely adore how it turned out. It's really sad to see it go but it will always be held so close to my heart. THOUGHHHH i don't mind writing little drabbles or one shots in this universe! I think the concept is so interesting and is super fun to write in

Thank you all for the support you've given me on every single chapter.. It means the world to me that people love the very fist fic I've ever put out like WOW. It was such a cool experience going from reading these to writing one of my own..

As I'm starting college again, things might slow down a bit BUTTT i have a lot more ideas in my notes that I'm slowly working on. The next one I have planned is HELLA angsty but I loveeeee writing it HAH. If theres anything you guys want me to write then my reqs are open!

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kimsle · 7 months

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Yujiro x y/n

Strange reincarnation

This is my first ever story so don’t bash me k? 🤭

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It was like any other typical day of school. You show up, get to wherever your class is, go to lunch, go home and do it all over again the next day. You know, the good old rinse and repeat. But somehow today was different and you couldn't figure out why. You felt something... it didn't feel sinister but it didn't feel all that good either. To put it simply, something didn't feel right. When you told your friends about this, they looked at you and around the classroom. Rodney and Crystal questioned what you meant while the other two, Hope and Jonah laughed. " y/n what the heck are you going on about now?" Jonah asked still laughing at the feeling you told them about. " I'm not sure I just.. feel like something is about to happen"

"What?-" you cut Jonah off " I'm being serious here, I really have this weird feeling! ". Just then you hear a loud smack in the front of the classroom. " This is not chat time this is work time! " (it was always work time..) " get back to work or I'll switch all of your seats! " we all sighed "yes ma'am.." we all reluctantly get back to work.

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After school

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(Finally it's time to go home) you get on the bus (Maybe they were right...I'm worrying for nothing) you take out your phone to find something to do, you decide to continue watching your favorite, Baki the grappler. Of course your favorite character was Yujiro Hanma, the black Air Force energy fighter himself. You couldn't help but like him, actually at times you didn't know why you liked the guy maybe it was because of that savage behavior he had at times and that desire to find his match ( someone who can match him in a fight of course) was hmm I don't know, attractive! Plus he was kinda a mood- *skrut!*

" What the hell! " the bus was out of control, crashing into one car after another. All you and the other passengers can do is scream as the bus flips over and over again, crashing into things left and right. Finally the flipping and the tumbling stopped. You cry out in pain, you have been wounded. A broken leg, it looks like you were stabbed by some glass and your head... you groaned..your pretty sure you hit your head in the wreckage. You try to pick yourself up and get out of this bus but unfortunately life had other plans for you. A train horn can be heard coming towards you " fuck.." ( I guess this is how I die ) yeah, this was the end for you. There was no getting yourself out of this one, especially since she could hardly even walk, nor crawl. The train crash's into the beaten up bus, sending the bus flying into the air. Everything fades to black. At first it was peaceful and quiet, but you started hearing gunfire and yelling going in and out. And those sounds just got even louder until- BOOM!! You jolt up, was that an explosion!? You looked all around you in utter shock and confusion, how are you alive? And how did you even end up here? You look over your whole body finding that you had no injuries to speak of. But how? You could've sworn you were badly hurt. You look around your surroundings again you were definitely not in a hospital. It was too loud for that. And the place looks like it had been neglected. Cobwebs and dust everywhere yuck. This place was unfamiliar to you. " cannon ball! " *BOOM!!* (and outside sounded like a war zone.) Were you seriously in the middle of a war? This has got to be a joke! You get to your feet and wander around the building you found yourself in. ( maybe I could find a way out? Or maybe even ask for directions to the nearest hospital? ) after wondering around you see light down a long hallway. " Finally! " you run towards the light, you finally found a way out of this creepy building you found yourself in. ( First things first I need to find help! ) you were finally outside you were overjoyed, but immediately that feeling faded into pure shock and fear. "AHHH PLEASE SPARE ME!!" "LET HIM GO YOU MONSTER!!" The soldier pleading for his life was being held by the neck of a man with red hair. The guy didn't really seem to care about his pleading, didn't even seem phased by it really. The other soldier who demanded the redheaded man to let his comrade go, was just standing there. He had a gun, why didn't he just shoot him? Surely that would've been easier than watching his comrades neck be broken? The man didn't even have a weapon how hard could have it been to just shoot him right then and there. " LET HIM GO OR ILL SHOOT!" The cowardly soldier, holds up his gun with shaky hands " I SAID LET HIM GO NOW!!" The redheaded man laughed in response, cracking his captives neck right in front of them. You gasped and hid behind a large rock while the two soldiers facing the ruthless man, stare at him in utter shock. ( Wow) you thought ( that was ruthless ) The two soldiers started shooting at the redheaded man, but the bullets couldn't even touch him. He ducked and weaved every single bullet, until finally getting a hold of them and breaking their necks like he had done the first. You watched in awe as you saw this unfold, not only could this man kill 3 trained and fully armed soldiers, He did it without a weapon!

He was monstrously amazing!- if that makes sense. But something seemed familiar about this guy. Was it his red hair? His muscles? his demeanor? Or the way he fights? Something tells you it was all of those things. But now that I mention it, he kinda does look like Yujiro-

You jolt back from peeking your head around the huge rock you hid behind. That man- no.. Yujiro had looked right in your direction, did he see you? If he did see you, you might be in danger. You sat there, hidden behind the boulder for a few seconds until deciding to take a peek again. Yujiro was gone. A sigh of relief escapes you.

And so, without confirming Yujiro had truly left, you leave your hiding place ( like an idiot ). And well what do ya know, he was right there- well he was actually behind you. You probably should have seen it coming, but it was to late to regret that now.

Yujiro had two of his fingers in your mouth while he had his free arm hold you against him, he had you in his grasp. "So.. you were the one hiding behind that pebble" his voice sent chills down your spine, but why was this situation kinda...hot? Call me crazy but I can already see the sparks between us. Wait- no that is a little crazy, but can you blame me? This is Yujiro we're talking about! He's literally the whole package- if you ignore the red flags and hazard signs, of course. And- wait I need to get my head back in the game! Like hello y/n you are currently in danger here don't just day dream! Your day dreaming was cut short due to Yujiro opening his mouth to speak once more

" I could just rip you apart right here and now "

You know what- a normal person would probably be begging for their life by now, but your delusional ass couldn't help but have your mind in the gutter.. ( I wonder if this is how people get sent to horny jail? )

Just then a group of soldiers came out of nowhere. " There he is!! " without Yujiro saying another word he threw you away and rushed at the soldiers head on, bashing one soldier's head in after another. " Ahhhh!! " the screams bloodcurdling. You wondered if you should use this opportunity to escape, but you didn't due to your simp urge to stay under the red head.

" AHH DAMN THIS BASTARD!! " The panicked soldier suddenly pulls out, what you could only assume is a grenade, and throws it at Yujiro — at full force. But of course, Yujiro was unfazed. He swiftly got out of the grenades reach and began to rip the poor soldier apart. It doesn't take him long to uhh- 'erase' the remaining soldiers, and then finally turn his attention back to you, locking eyes in the process.

Yujiro stares at you for a moment before he starts talking " I thought you would have ran off by now, you do know that was your chance right? " you give him a slightly embarrassed giggle, " well yeah I knew that but- uh I... hmmm wanna help you (?) "

Yujiro (understandably) was confused at your response, and don't mistake, you were too. You both looked at each other awkwardly as you both tried to make sense of your very own words.

But luckily the universe decided to save you from the embarrassing situation. more soldiers were coming in your direction, and Yujiro as predicted, went head first into the battle, and this time you used that little distraction to make your escape.

You don't know how far you've gone but you do know that you should be far enough away from Yujiro. You decide to wonder around a bit and see if you could find a village or a safe tent to take refuge at, and also find out how to get out of this battle zone. And after a few hours you managed to find a village. The people here had had looks of despair and fear on their faces, and you couldn't blame them. Some villages, while you were looking around for shelter, were devastated, and who knows when this village would be next.

But you quickly get back to the task at hand, you need to find shelter for the night. Walking around the maze like village for a few hours, you manage to find a homeless shelter and get a place to stay for the night and oh- "finally!"

You were over joyed by the presence of a bathtub, you couldn't remember the last time you took a bath or a shower every since you found your self out in a battle field. You quickly make yourself a hot bath and wash yourself, humming with happiness. Finally finishing up you dry your hair and body then looked at yourself in the mirror that hung over the bathroom sink. "!!" It was your face, your face had not changed at all. For some reason you thought you’d look a bit different than before. But I guess I should appreciate this. THIS is much more better than waking up in someone else's body.

You finish drying yourself and quickly put on some night clothes that you were given by the shelter workers. You slip into bed and drift off to sleep...

#yujiro hanma x reader #yujiro hanma #yujiro x reader #baki the grappler #baki son of ogre

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mingtinys · 11 months

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Fraternizing with the Enemy

pairing : yoon jeonghan x gn!reader

fluff , humor

warnings : language

word count : 1.8 k

requested ? no

a/n : you know that one prompt ?? "take me laser tagging and then push me into a corner and kiss me. then shoot me and walk away." yeah. that.

"What color are you thinking?"

"Hmm," you scan the dark room, taking note of who's grabbing which color vest and who's already formed alliances. "Depends, do we make it a fair fight?"

Jeonhan shrugs. His voice is hushed as he leans in closer until his lips brush up against your ear. "It'll probably last longer if we do."

Noticing Seungcheol and Wonwoo already fully equipped with blue laser tag vests, you chew at your lip and contemplate your options. Having those two on your team would likely guarantee a win. But you suspect the younger members might cause quite the backlash about how that's basically cheating.

"Then maybe red?"

"Can we please try to make the teams fair?" Chan pointedly announces not even two seconds later. He's looking specifically between you and Jeonghan and seems rather pleased with himself. Head held high like he's just thwarted your nonexistent evil plans.

"That's what we were doing genius." Jeonghan deadpans.

Seokmin who joins in next. "Yeah, no, I agree. You two can't be on the same team, it isn't fair."

"Oh, but Seungcheol and Wonwoo is?"

"Hey," Seungcheol narrows his eyes and jabs a finger in your direction. "Don't throw us under the bus just cause you can't be with your boyfriend."

"Okay, okay," Joshua intervenes. "Why don't we just pick teams? Jeonghan, Y/N, would you like to do the honors?" He motions for the two of you to kick things off.

"Fine," you sigh. "I pick Wonwoo."

"Woah, who said you get first pick?" Seungcheol whines, clearly miffed his own plans of hand-picking a full-proof team have been foiled.

"Jeonghan, babe, can I have first pick?"

"Of course, angel."

It's rather childlike the way you turn back to Seungcheol, lips pulling up into a satisfied smirk as you cock your head and give a short "Hmph." He grumbles something vaguely incoherent about how the two of you make him violently ill.

At the end of it, despite the copious protests that arose during your draft, the teams are solidified. With you, Wonwoo, Joshua, Seokmin, Chan, Minghao, and Jun being team red. And Jeonghan, Seungcheol— which caused quite the uproar, Mingyu, Soonyoung, Seungkwan, Jihoon, and Hansol being team blue.

You're all equipped with your respective LED vests and futuristic-looking laser guns as you file through the door to the maze-like arena. For the most part, it's rather dark. Carpeted black walls stretch tall with various multi-colored neon designs decorating them and glowing under the UV lights. It looks like there are two floors and ample hiding spots. You're already formulating battle plans in your head when you feel someone yank back on your vest.

A small oof leaves your lips and you nearly lose your footing. You whip your head around to yell at whoever has their finger hooked into your shoulder strap. "You're an asshole," you sneer over your shoulder when met with the grinning face of Jeonghan. He grabs at your waist with one hand to spin you and with the other, tilts your head back with a finger under your chin. You know what he's doing. So just before he can fully close the distance, you hold your hand in front of your face and his lips connected with your palm.

Jeonghan pulls away rather quickly, betrayed.

"Sorry, I'm not supposed to fraternize with the enemy."

"Enemy?"

You nod up at him with mock doe-like innocence and he lets out an amused scoff. "Oh, is that how it is?"

"Afraid so." You wipe at fake tears under your eyes and Jeonghan raises a brow. "This is gonna hurt me more than it hurts you."

"You're unbelievable."

"I'm gonna take that as a compliment." You chirp.

Jeonghan crosses his arms. "And to think, I was going to offer you a truce."

"Don't need it."

"You know, it's actually really cute when you think you can win."

He pokes at your side and you slap his hand away, which only makes him more persistent in his teasing. His toothy smile is extra glowy under the UV lights as he giggles at your failed attempt to push at his chest. The effectiveness of it is severely diminished by the bulky blue vest he's wearing.

"You're so annoying," you groan before turning on your heels and jogging to catch back up with your team. "Have fun eating my shit Yoon Jeonghan!"

"Loser buys ice cream, so get your wallet ready!" He calls after you, but his voice is drowned out as soon as you round the corner to the red base where your team is bickering. Minus Wonwoo, who's watching the others with an amused expression.

Minghao catches your eye mid-argument with Chan and sends you a pleading look. "Y/N, would you please tell Chan he's not in charge." Chan's jaw drops at that. "All I did was suggest a plan!"

"Using Seokmin as bait isn't exactly a plan." Wonwoo pitches in.

You rub at your temples, already getting a headache from the group, and look to Joshua for help. He chuckles, then waves his hands in front of the group to get their attention. "Okay, calm down, Y/N has something to say."

"Yes, Captain." Seokmin barks, saluting you with the gusto of a wartorn soldier heading into battle and not a round of laser tag. You're decently impressed at how long he holds it.

Your plan, which consisted of a few of Wonwoo's ideas and one of Joshua's, actually holds up pretty well against Jeonghan's team. You were spot on in predicting he'd send Seungcheol and Mingyu out first while the others hide away. You also knew Soonyoung would likely make his way to the top floor and were able to send Jun and Wonwoo after him, scoring the first point of the game.

Unfortunately, Jeonghan figured you'd send out Seokmin and Chan to scour the bottom floor and they ended up getting hit pretty quickly by Jihoon and Hansol. And somehow, Seungkwan managed to sneak into your base and shoot Minghao, who was guarding it with you. Luckily, Joshua was turning the corner at the same time and shot Seungkwan before he could get you as well.

All in all, your two teams stay pretty consistent in terms of points.

There are only five minutes left in the game when Jun, Wonwoo, and Seokmin come jogging into view. Jun immediately slumps against a wall to catch his breath while Wonwoo recharges his vest.

"Who got you?" You ask, a little in disbelief someone was able to catch up with the taller man.

"Jeonghan." He huffs out, winded.

"Same." Seokmin sighs, hands on his knees, sucking in ragged breaths.

Jun raises his hand. "Me too."

"He's deadly." Seokmin continues, eyes wide as he grabs hold of your shoulders. "We need you out there Cap! You're the only one that can stop him."

In the distance, you hear a string of curses and a few moments later Chan sulks into the small base with Joshua in tow. "Jeonghan?" Minghao asks, already knowing the answer.

"He's a monster," Chan whines, sliding down the wall next to Jun rather dramatically.

"We've only been able to get him once," Joshua explains, recharging his lives once Wonwoo's finished.

You sigh. The last thing you wanted to do was go up against your boyfriend. But it looks like there isn't much of a choice. "Fine, but you all have to keep going after everyone else. Especially Cheol and Kwan. Jun, you can take my spot helping Minghao guard the base."

"You're our hero, Y/N," Seokmin groans out, granted with significantly less enthusiasm than before, while he pumps his fist in the air.

You jog out into the labyrinth, weaving between walls and ducking when you hear Soonyoung's maniacal laugh as he darts down a corridor. All the while keeping a sharp eye out for your boyfriend, who could really pop out at any given moment. It's not that you don't think you can beat him, but you're pretty sure he knows you better than you know yourself. So trying to trick him would be near impossible. An ambush though . . . that might do it. The only problem now is finding him before he does you.

Then, you hear a voice, it sounds like Mingyu's. Even though his words are hushed, you're pretty sure he's talking to Jeonghan. Your pace slows as you reach the end of a long L-shaped wall. Using the edge of it to peer out while keeping your body shielded. You can't see them, but the second you pop your head out their voices cease. Which looking back, should have been red flag number one.

The next thing you hear is footsteps. So you duck back behind the wall and take a few steps back, eyes glued to the opening in front of you.

Suddenly, there's a flash of long black hair and two hands on you. One grips your wrist and pulls it out to the side, causing your grip on your laser gun to loosen. It falls to your side, swinging idly by the singular cord connecting it to your vest. The other cups the back of your neck rather gracefully, thumb lingering at the curve of your jawline. Their touch is warm and familiar. Jeonghan.

He walks back, your feet shuffling hurriedly under you to prevent from tripping as he guides you. Your shoulder blades meet the wall, and judging by the look on Jeonghan's face, he's pretty happy with himself for being able to cage you into the corner so efficiently.

"What are you—"

Jeonghan's lips are against yours before you can finish. His hand on your neck guides your movements to mimic his, tilting your head back. It's truly embarrassing how easily you melt against him.

He drops your wrist, letting his hand fall to your waist, pulling you flush against him. You brace your palms against his chest, fingers curling around the straps of his vest. You feel him smile into the kiss, slowly beginning to pull away and chuckling as you chase after his lips. In fact, you're so caught up in trying to grab at him that you're completely oblivious to how his hands have slipped away from their hold on you until it's too late.

You've not even had a second to recover before an electronic pew emits from Jeonghan's gun. A sad tune plays as your vest flashes red before going dark completely. Your jaw drops.

Shock.

Disbelief.

Betrayal.

Jeonghan's lips are pursed into a thin line, fighting back an evil smile.

"I'm gonna kill you."

Your threat is rather empty considering there's only a minute left in the game. And Jeonghan knows it. He just laughs, stuffing his hand into his pocket as he nonchalantly strides back to his base.

Cheater.

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heartfullofleeches · 2 years

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Masochistic Male Yandere x Gn Sadistic Reader

Word count: 2.9k

Warnings: violence, NSFW themes but no outright smut, gun play, dumbifcation mdni 18+

Sweet, kind Y/n. A pleasant neighbor, and friendly cashier at your local convenient store. No matter the weather, you greeted the day, and those you met during with a bright smile. With your cute and welcoming demeanor, it was no surprise that a few people had their eyes on you. Unfortunately for them, you already had a lovely partner you had no plans of leaving anytime soon. High-school sweethearts still going strong years after. Your boyfriend had a bit of a protective streak, but it never went too far. Such a shame that some people didn’t know when to give up the chase.

After a long day at work, your shift had finally close to come to an end. The only people left in the store were you, your manager, and the recent hire – Marcus. From day one it was obvious he was a bit of a flirt. He warmed up to you quite well and talked your ear off whenever he got the chance. You paid no mind to his charms and even took part in the occasional chat with him; discovering you were practically neighbors in the process.

“Hey, Y/n. Doing anything after work?”

You were finishing up a transaction when Marcus tossed the question into the air. Eyes ahead as you hand the customer their receipt; you then turn to face him.

“Hmm. Dunno. Probably just gonna head home. What about you?”

“Most likely the same. I just wish these people would hurry up so we could get out of here.”

Though he mentions plural, Marcus only speaks of one person in question. Some guy that had been browsing the back shelves for while, repeating the same route for what had to be an hour by now. He gave Marcus the creeps. He was certain he had caught the guy staring at him a few times, but he didn’t want to alarm you or dampen his chances by seeming spooked himself.

“It won’t be that much longer. I’m sure we can power through it.”

“Yeah…” He shifts around, suddenly feeling antsy. “I, uh, heard you mention you weren’t getting a ride home today? Is it cool if we walk to the bus stop together today?”

“Of course! We’d have to walk the same way, regardless.”

A chip stand falls over at the back of the store. The guilty party immediately picks it and the discarded bags up, neither of you paying much mind after that.

“Cool….”

Your shift ends and you both ready to leave. Marcus goes to tell the guy off, but by then he had finally left. For some reason, he feels more relieved than he should have. You wait at the exit for him, waving him over as he heads in your direction.

The bus station was a little ways down the street after crossing north. You both walk in silence until you reach the crosswalk; Marcus decides to strike up conversation as you wait for the light to change.

“So, how was your day?”

“I’m pretty sure our day was fairly similar..” You chuckle as Marcus stammers out a response. “I well-.”

“I’m kidding. It was alright. Yours?

“Can’t complain.. That creepy guy in the back still has me a bit spooked though.” His face becomes slightly flushed. “ Part of the reason I wanted to walk with you.”

The signal changes, yet your feet hang on the edge of the sidewalk.

“Creepy guy?”

“Oh, uh, well there was this guy hanging around in the store for like an hour. I’m surprised you didn’t see him.”

Marcus swallows hard, regretting bringing that up. What a way to kill the mood. As if the statement meant nothing, you simply smile at him.

“Must’ve been too busy with sales.”

You cross the street and continue towards the bus stop, retaining conversation through the entire way. Marcus purposely slows his steps to get as much information from you as he could. He lingers an inch to close for comfort for most, but you don’t seem to notice or care.

“Are there any restaurants nearby that you’d recommend, Y/n?”

“Oh, yes, a ton. I can make a list for you if you want.”

“Actually, I was thinking that maybe we could-"

He pauses; eyes ahead as a shiver runs up his spine. You had finally reached the bus stop, the only landmark for the rest of the road. Every seat was empty, yet that wasn’t where Marcus’ gaze lied. Standing by the bus signal was a hooded individual; breathed deep and clouding the night air. Marcus recognizes him from his hoodie, and the look in his eyes.

He takes one step back, and another; unsure on what to do. You, on the other hand, continue ahead, practically skipping your way over to the station. The stranger’s attention shifts to you, relaxing slightly as you draw near. Marcus reaches out to you as you pass.

“Hey, wait that’s…”

“Sammy!”

What-

Standing arm’s distance from your boyfriend, you hold your arms out to him with a grin. A head taller than you, he ducks forward as he dives into your arms; hands tight around your back. You bring your voice to a hush as you place your forehead against his, cupping his cheeks as your noses brush together.

“Were you waiting here for me? Such a good boy.”

Sammy’s lips pull into a smile of his own. His cheeks become dusted in crimson; a moment ruined by the footsteps behind you.

“Oh!” You turn to face Marcus, arm now at Sammy’s side. “Sammy, this is Marcus, my coworker. Marcus, this is Sam.”

Marcus had heard mentions of your partner in passing, but he chose to believe otherwise – probably for his own selfish reasons. Looking at him, he wondered what you saw in him. The guy was basically attached to your hip; protective arm over your shoulder. Wedging his body slightly between you and Marcus. He looked more like a guard dog than a regular person. Keeping face, Marcus waves.

“Hey.”

Sam didn’t respond. And he didn’t plan to, till he felt your nails rake the skin of his torso.

“C'mon, Sam. It isn’t nice to ignore our neighbors.”

“Hi..”

“Thank you. Now, may I ask what you’re doing here?”

“I got worried when you didn’t call me after you left, so I came to pick you up.”

A bold face lied, but one you allow anyway.

“How sweet of you! I guess we should get going then. Bye, Marcus, see you Monday.”

And with that, you leave Marcus there alone. Despite seeing your partner in person, his pride refuses to let his heart stop beating for you.

Days passed and you returned to work on Monday, just like you said. You wore long sleeves, despite the heatwave over the store. Mop in hand, you clean up a spill from a broken bottle as Marcus hovers beside you.

“Did you get all the glass up?”

Your question catches him off guard. “Hm? Oh, yeah.”

“Everything ok?”

“Yea.. Just wondering.. Are things with your boyfriend okay?”

You stop mopping. “Of course they are. Why do you ask?”

“He just seems.. kinda off.”

You look towards the ground. “Sammy has his… moments, but I assure you everything is perfect fine. He’s a good boy.”

You go to put the mop up and continue with your shift. At the end of the day, Sam comes to pick you up yet again. Marcus notices dark marks on your wrists as you lift your arms to pull him into another hug.

“Dude, I’m telling you. Guy’s a total freak.”

With you having gone out for lunch that day, the only two people in the building were Marcus and another coworker of yours who had been there far longer. They hung outside by the trash cans while the latter smoked.

“I mean, sure he’s a bit off, but they seem to be happy together so what’s the issue?”

“The issue is something has to be up. Y/n is way too soft for that guy. I’d be a much better fit for them.”

“What makes you so sure?”

Marcus pulls a piece of paper from his pocket with a smirk. “We’re having a little get-together at some coffee shop this weekend. I plan to butter them up a little, then bring them back to my place for a deeper ‘chat’.”

“You’re such a sleezeball.”

Sam felt sick. He wants to tear Marcus limb from limb that very second. You were his. His. And he was yours. Everyone knew that. They had to.

Marcus hums to himself as he climbs the stairs to his apartment door. He swings his keyring around one finger, happy as can be. He begins sorting through his keys as he reaches the door, spirits high as ever. Just a day away from his outing with you and you alone. How could his day get any better?

“Unlock the door and step inside. Do not turn around.”

The voice comes from nowhere. Marcus feels something pressing against his spine, before he can register the shadow behind him.

“H-hey I don’t.”

The foreign object twists into his clothes. “Do what I say.”

He does as told, each step matched equally by the person behind him. The door slams shut with the click of its lock, Marcus hesitantly turning to look at the intruder. He’s met with a gun pointed directly at his temple, gloved finger on the trigger.

“Did I say you could turn around?”

Marcus immediately turns to cowering. “Please don’t hurt me! You can have whatever you want.”

The intruder clicks his tongue. How did this coward think he could be a match for you when he caved so easily? He grabs Marcus by the shirt, lifting him up off the ground.

“There’s no way you’d be able to handle them..” He mutters, moreso to himself.

“Huh?..”

“They have needs you could never satisfy.”

“I don’t understand what you’re trying to say.”

“Shut up. You’re going to do one thing for me, then I might let you live.”

“Anything. Please-" “Call them.”

“W-what?”

“Call. Y/n.”

Marcus searches his pockets for his phone, and the

“Hello?”

“H-hey, Y/n.”

“Marcus? Is that you? Hey, what’s up?”

The intruder kneels, wrapping his arm around Marcus’ neck while his other hand keeps the gun to his temple.

“Tell them you can’t hang out with them this weekend.. or ever, for that matter.”

“I.. just wanted to tell you, I don’t think I can hang out with you this weekend.”

“Hm? And why’s that?”

“Because.. Because..”

“The grip around his throat tightens. The intruder's voice remains hostile – though an undertone of weakness creeps into his words. “Because you’re a maggot trying to steal my place.”

Marcus breaks down sobbing.

“Oh, I see. I’ll deal with you later.”

You hang up. The intruder seems to shudder at your final words, pushing Marcus onto the floor and fleeing from his home.

Sam can feel the difference in the air as you climb in the passenger seat.

“Is there something wrong, Y/n?”

You fold your arms over your chest. “My coworker has been avoiding me lately. He quit today.”

Sam tries his best to keep the corner of his lips from curling up. “Really? I’m so sorry to hear that.”

You lean against his shoulder, looking up at him as you hold his arm. “You wouldn’t happen to know anything about it… would you?”

Your grip tightens ever so slightly. His heartbeat soars.

“No… Of course not.”

You stare at him in silence before another smile breaks across your face. “Okay! I’m so glad to hear that, because I have a surprise for you! You’ll get it tomorrow night.”

The oncoming night and next day are spent in anticipation for Sam. You kept your lips tight the entire morning; soaking up the want in his eyes. He wanted to pry for information, but knew of the punishments that would come with such questions. He nearly bit his tongue in two to keep from actively trying to reach those repercussions.

“Sammy?”

Your voice comes from the bedroom. He bolts to the door like a flash. You sit on the edge of the bed, an innocent smile on your face as you beckon him to you. He towers over you from the position, but remains submissive and eager for your command.

“Are you ready for your surprise?”

He nods. Your smile grows.

“Hands.”

He places his hands in yours. Cold metal bites at his wrists. His head spins as you allow his now cuffed hands to fall into his lap.

“Close your eyes.”

He does as told. He feels your hands around his neck, against the leather of the collar you bought him on your third anniversary. Hickies and the marking of fingers bruise his flesh. He lends into your touch as you massage the area. You had to calm him down ad nauseam that night when he saw the bruises he left on your skin, though he was the one that almost fainted. Excitement hits hard as you tilt his head up. Parting was such sweet sorrow, but the thought of a new collar had him ecstatic.

“You know I love you, right?”

He hums in agreement.

“Right?”

“Yes…” He breathes.

“And I’d do anything for you?”

“Yes, Y/n… I’d do anything for you, too. I love you so much.”

“Stick out your tongue then.” Sam opens his mouth, saliva coating your fingertips as you press your index and middle digit against his tongue. It pools past his lips as you push them further into his mouth. He does his best not to gag, sucking gently on your fingers.

“Ready for your surprise?”

“M…mhm.”

He whines softly as you remove your fingers; shifting around on the bed as you grab something from beneath a pillow. Sam's mouth hangs open all the while, even as you place the item past his lips. Slender, metallic; invading his mouth as you grip his hair. It’s only when the muzzle touches his tongue that he recognizes what you had in hand. His eyes shoot open.

“Surprise!”

He stares barrel end at the hand gun you held; smiling sweetly as ever as you hold him in place. He barely gives any resistance, eyes watering as it hits the back of his tongue. A rush of shame washes over him as a low moan leaves his lips, overpowered by the ecstasy he feels as you giggle.

“I found this little thing in your car the night after Marcus called. Isn’t that the funniest coincidence?”

Sam pants heavily, drool running down the gun as you push and pull it from his mouth. “A..ah”

“I was kinda sad when he canceled, y'know. Thought I made a new friend.’

Sam's head spins. Any sane person would not have let something like this play out, but he was far from it. Drunk on the power of his love for you. The pleasure of your usual gentle hand tugging at his scalp.

“H-had to.” He chokes out. “Tried to stheal you frum me.”

You giggle. “What are you talking about, silly? I was gonna let him down easy, and if he didn’t take that I would’ve ghosted him. I was never gonna leave you, you’re just making yourself jealous for no reason.”

Maybe what you were saying was true. Stalking you, watching your every moment often led to more jealous seeping through the cracks. You were too perfect for him. For anyone. He willingly let jealousy and obsession take over for moments like this. Where you reminded him your love was forever mutual in the only way it’d stick.

“Sorry. ‘M so sorry, Y/n. Forgive me.”

“I dunno.. I love you, but you might be too much of a liability.”

“Ple..ase, Y/n. Never will happen again.”

“I’m sorry, but I don’t think I can keep you around.”

He squeezes his eyes shut, just as you squeeze the trigger of the gun. The pain of rejection hurts more than that of whatever was to come. Still, in his final moments he can’t help, but love you even more. Nothing was greater to him than a death at your hands, but instead of everything fading to black, there’s a single, dry click!

He opens his eyes, laughter erupting from your chest as your cruel joke.

You lean forward and kiss his temple. “Of course I forgive you, Sammy. I love you! I’m just doing this so you learn your lesson.”

In that moment his affection for you practically busted from the seams. He breaks out into giggles of his own. “Hehe… I love you, Y/n.. Love you. I love you. Hah.. Mine.. Don’t leave me. Hurt me more, break me.”

“Looks like you’re starting to learn.. Do you want to get taken from me?”

“Nuh-uh.. Luv you.. Wanna stay with you, forever~”

“Then you can’t go and do things like that with my permission. You’re lucky Marcus’ too much of a coward to go to the police.”

He holds onto your leg with all his strength. “Won’t do it again. Promise. Hah… Love you so much, Y/n.”

“That’s what I like to hear.” You thrust the gun down his throat one final time; your grip on his head making it ache yet magnifying the pleasure coursing through his veins. You remove the barrel from his mouth and place the gun on the nightstand. His hands slack, body numb and jaw sore. You help him up onto the bed and into your arms, nuzzle against your own racing heartbeat.

You wipe a trail of droll from his lips and connect yours to his, squeezing a breath from his throat as you hold him close. His head space clears as you caress his aching body. comfort washing over knowing he was yours eternally.

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