#and it's like a very conscious kind of tense too

[sshadowritestoriess]

hihi!! Ty for answering my question lol 🫶 I was wondering if you could do nsfw hcs for ramattra, zen, and genji? gn afab if possible 🫰

Sure thing here’s some general hcs of mine!

Ramattra NSFW

He’s absolutely demisexual, probably even leaning on ace. Sex just isn’t something he thinks about or craves until there’s a very specific moment with someone he trusts that would make him consider it

He’d be entirely and completely shocked that a human would find attraction to him in that way. Cue this ravager being absolutely floored by the idea that he had somehow aroused someone just by existing

For your first time, he probably asked a couple hundred questions before either of you ended up doing anything

You’re certain? With him? What had he done to elicit this response? It’s not just an odd attraction to omnics in general? This really isn’t some twisted joke? What makes you believe he’d be a sufficient partner? You understand he can’t actually make anything of this, and that this would merely be for the sake of pleasure? What do you imagine him doing? You’re not afraid? What if he hurt you? Wait— you want him to do what to you—?!

He indulges your urges for the sake of his curiosity, and entertainment. While he would have a complete understanding of how the act of procreation works, he’d still have no clue what he’s doing. But to hell if he would admit that— he’s a very fast learner, after all

Zero performance anxiety despite his level of expertise. You hungered for him once, before ever knowing what he was capable of, and he had confidence that he could make sure you’d feel just as starved for him once again

He would find having control of your body’s reactions the most exciting part of this. He likes roaming his hands around you, feeling you up and watching you lean into his touch and make noises that encourage him to continue

He makes noises reminiscent to a purr when he’s satisfied with something.

But it’s also conflicting, learning to be gentle in this kind of setting. Everything else he’s ever done came with a roughness he was used to, always needing to exert some amount of strength. He fought humans, he’d never had to please one

So sex is rather more a form of play for him, and you his toy. He is more than capable of experiencing pleasure, and he doesn’t dislike it— but he prefers to see how quickly he can get you to come undone

Or, test how long you can last.

He’ll try to kiss you. A gentle pulse from his faceplate into your cheek or neck, that somewhat tickles and surprises you. And he’d do it again to hear your laugh while he curls his fingers in you

And he enjoys partaking in your kinks, if you have the confidence to share them. He wouldn’t be so against giving some things a try, and would find some that truly do enhance the experience for him as well

Anything that’s done to him would have to be earned with trust, however. Especially something like wireplay— delicate parts of himself that could cause uncomfortable damage if handled carelessly. You’d have to build up a lot of faith in order to get the sweet reward of his startled whimpers whenever you tug on such an intricate system

His orgasm is a slow system override that causes his entire body to go tense. Everything in him strains at once, overheating, and a low growl emits from his vocalizer for the few seconds it takes his form to practically attack itself with a harsh reset. He tends to grab tight to something as it happens, to the point of shaking as he fights against powering off, fans as loud as ever. And then he’ll relax, a huge sigh will leave him, and the small vents in his back will release hot air that got trapped in his chassis.

But now and again he may end up too overwhelmed that he is unable to remain conscious, and he will black out for a moment before restarting. He was just not built to endure these kinds of sensations, but that didn’t make the experience any less fun for him

Overall he does this mostly for you, more than he would for himself. He has pride that you would want for him in this way, and he has little reason to refuse it

Zenyatta NSFW

He’s not the best with implications, so you’d have to be pretty straightforward when you ask

And you’d be shocked, every time, to hear him calmly accept the invitation as if you’d merely asked him out for lunch.

Before you, he hadn’t met anyone who wanted to try such an activity with him before. He was very curious how this would go— then you’d find yourself bashful when he asks when and where like you were organizing a meeting: “Do you have a preferred time or place?”

Then when you both would meet, he would ask patiently, “Where do we begin?”

When he removes his clothes, he folds them neatly to the side— though with an efficient quickness that is typically unlike him

If you have him undress you, he does so in the same way he would for himself. Any buttons are carefully undone, zippers are slowly dealt with, and he’d ask so kindly for you to raise your arms when he lifts your top up over your head

Absolutely a service top. He has a preference to be told what you want and are feeling up to, and he will carry out these commands thoroughly

A hand will occasionally stray to where he wants it, though, if one of them isn’t too busy. This could either be him touching you or himself, depending on how far along you both are

He likes when you sit on top of him, so he can see everything that’s going on. His astral hands sometimes ghost around your form to enhance what ministrations he’s doing, or better keep you in place

But if you’re feeling a preference to top, he’s nothing short of eager to let you take full control of everything. He has complete trust in you that you wouldn’t do anything to harm him while vulnerable like this

He’s very verbal. He explained once, something about vocal release allowing for focus on another sense, or whatever. But regardless, he made some heavenly sounds when you would touch him

You knew how collected Zenyatta always was, so it was ethereal when you’d make him break character for a moment— whether that be something as little as hearing him cuss, or as great as making him lose his patience

And the latter was rare. There is a lot the monk can endure, seemingly without a breaking point. So in the event that he has been ‘fed up’, truly he just understood you wanted to get a rise out of him. So he would oblige, and turn things around for your amusement. Though he absolutely could have gone longer, he would not wish to bore you

He never marked you, he was always careful. Even if you asked him to be more rough, he wasn’t very interested in causing pain— but he would try, if it’s what you truly wanted.

He likes being surprised. Catching him off guard always gets a good noise out of him

But he also likes to take things slowly, as well. Truly relish in all the feelings and converse about what’s on your mind while he takes you— or while you coax him in

The first time he had orgasmed actually startled you— a brief flash of light emitted from his body that quickly vanished when he crossed his arms over his chest, arching into a loud moan, like he was trying to keep something in. It was quick, and he’d collapse again with heavy breaths, apologizing quickly for having scared you

And this happens just about every time. If you told him not to hold back, he would refuse— his astral form would only mitigate the build-up and he would be left without release

But he also really enjoys aftercare; putting you both back together. He likes rubbing your back after cleaning up the mess, and remains sat beside you until you’re ready to get up again— or sleep.

He loves basking in the afterglow with you, and sometimes he’ll also fall asleep. Even more rarely, he’ll fall asleep before you— but then you’d end up waking to having a meal in bed that he would have prepared just for you

Genji NSFW

He has scarcely had (if any at all) intimate moments with anyone ever since he was made anew. It’s just hard for him

As much as he’s come to terms with his body, there’s still some essence of repulsion that remains— it’s unnatural, this combination of metal and flesh. He finds it difficult to really be engaged with that kind of stuff anymore

He also just assumed no one would be interested, so he never initiated. You would kinda have to bring it up first, and probably even convince him that you’re serious

Genji would be very eager despite the distaste has for his body, though try to hide how ecstatic he is about someone wanting him the way he is anyways. Just another little nudge forward that made him feel better about himself

Even if it might have been awhile, he never lost his touch. You would find his hands as skillful with your body as he was with a blade, years of training guiding the ministrations that would make your legs tremble

He knows just where all the right spots are, and he’ll prod at them with vigor. He’ll have you come undone before he gets even gets a chance to please himself as well

He’ll keep his helmet on unless you ask to see him, and he’ll make you promise to have him put it back on if you feel at all put off by his appearance

But if you take his visor and put it on yourself, he would find it very difficult not to suddenly ravish you and cum as soon as possible

He would eat at your neck like a starved animal, biting a little too hard— but not long enough to earn a complaint. He’d suck and kiss at your skin fervently, leaving loving bruises in his wake to make sure you wouldn’t forget where he’s been

And god does he make a lot of noises. He’s very whiney, if it had to be described; drags of his breath eliciting quiet pulls of his voice in very whimper-like sounds. He could not keep quiet

Even when he ate you out, he was practically murmuring his gratitude around a mouthful of your sex as if this were the last thing he’d ever eat

He would be very passionate to give you as good of a time as he could possibly show, leaving no room for any disappointment. Faster? You got it. Touch here? Of course. You want to ride him? By all means.

He’s the quick and intense sort, but his libido would come racing back so he could go quite a few rounds. His stamina far outmatched yours

And after you’re done he would kiss your hands and thank you, then offer to run a bath for you. (With hope that you would invite him to join you, so he’d have further opportunity to tend to whatever tensions still lie beneath your skin)

#overwatch #overwatch2 #reader insert #headcanons #smut #fluff #ramattra #ramattra x reader #Zenyatta #Zenyatta x reader #genji #genji shimada #Genji x reader #x reader

[bwabys-scenarios]

I want you to eat well

Vampire!Kurapika x Fem!Reader

!!REBLOGS APPRECIATED!!

warnings: Kurapika eats you out while you’re on your period, rough sex, creampie, breeding

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Kurapika was attacked by humans and fled into the forest. He collapses near a cottage he thinks is abandoned, but it’s yours!

You walk out and just panic!! There’s a bleeding man by the treeline!!

You rush out, and all he can think is how easy it would be to pin you down and drain you dry. He assumes you’re there to finish the job, so prepares to strike… that is until he sees you crying.

“Oh my god, are you okay? I’m going to help you, just stay conscious, okay?”

He blinks. Do you see that he has red eyes? Fangs? That he’s cold to the touch and his blood is almost black? No, you don’t. You’re too busy half carrying, half dragging this man into your house.

He doesn’t think he’s ever been treated so gently before, not even when he was human. You sit him down, pushing back his hair to wash off his face with a rag before bandaging his(slowly healing) wounds. He can’t help but sigh dreamily when you tuck him into your bed, humming as you watch over him.

“What is your name, girl?”

You tilt your head. He’s the same age as you, you think, why is he calling you a girl. “Oh, I’m (Name).”

“(Name)? That’s beautiful.”

You can’t help your cheeks heating up, going about your task of preparing a meal. He’s very handsome, almost alluring.

Over the next few days, your guest doesn’t eat a single bite of food, and you notice he seems to be getting weaker. He still hasn’t given you his name, you’ve started calling him “dear”.

“Hello, dear. Are you feeling hungry today?”

He’s sitting up in bed, a bandage wrapped around his head. He gives you that pretty smile, his fangs glinting in the moonlight. “I’m sorry, (Name), but I cannot eat anything you make me.”

That’s what he says every time. You pout, sitting on the bed next to him. “Come on, there has to be something I can make you! I’m no stranger to cooking!”

He sighs. You’re sweet, awfully kind to a man that had planned to end your life before he got to know you. “No, what I need is something you cannot provide.”

You leave after changing his bandages, cooing softly. “Aww, you’re almost healed! You’ve been such a nice guest, I’ll miss you when you leave…”

The mentioning of him leaving makes him tense. This brief time with you has been some of the best of his life.

The next few days pass by, and you come in that morning with a grimace on your face. “Hello, dear. Sorry I’m late, I’m… unwell.”

“Unwell?”

Your guest seems worried, his hand lifting to cup your cheek. “What is it that ails you, (Name)?”

And before you can answer, a heavenly aroma fills the air.

Blood.

Kurapika feels his fangs dig into his lip as he holds himself back from pouncing on you.

“Well… um…” you seem flustered, and he finds it cute how you fidget with your pajama shirt, glancing up at him. “It’s my time of the month.”

Instead of looking disgusted or embarrassed he seems… intrigued.

He gestures for you to sit with with. “You mean… you’re currently bleeding?”

You’re embarrassed to be talking about this to basically a stranger, but you nod.

He hums, red eyes taking your form in hungrily. Kurapika was a virgin, a man that had lived far away from society since he was turned into a vampire at the age of 23. He hadn’t been around a woman in a long time, and he had to admit, he had been feeling some… urges.

He places a hand on your thigh, eyes half lidded as he stares at you. “You know, (Name), I do find you… quite gorgeous.”

Your face heats up, your legs rubbing against each other. He smirks, knowing women are more sensitive during their menstrual cycle.

“O-oh. That’s sweet of you to say.”

You pat his hand, giving him that pretty smile of yours. You get up to move, but his iron grip on your thigh keeps you still.

“This may sound a bit forward of me, but I have to ask. Have you ever lain with a man before?”

You stare at him slack jawed, face hot. “L-lain… do you mean sex?”

He nods, tilting his head. “Your answer?”

“N-no. I have not.”

He hums, eyes staring in between your legs so intensely you cross them.

“Would you like to?”

He’s having trouble controlling himself, the blanket falling down around him as he crawls towards you, those pretty red eyes staring into yours. It’s hard to look away, especially when he’s inching closer and closer to your lips.

“You’re cute, and such a sweet girl. Would you mind if I… tasted you?”

His cheeks are pink, eyes half lidded as he sniffs your neck, before leaning back and placing a kiss on your lips.

He’s gentle, lips cold against yours as he pins you with ease. You don’t complain, wrapping your arms around him as he shoves his tongue into your mouth.

“At least… at least tell me your name before this goes any further…”

You pout up at him, the man almost cooing with how cute you are.

“It’s Kurapika. I hope you’ll remember it, (Name).”

You nod. “Kurapika… that’s such a pretty name, I’ve never heard one like it before.”

He pulls your shirt over your head, eyes on your bare chest. “It’s a cultural name, one from a clan long forgotten.”

He kneads your breasts, marveling at the softness of them. “Soft, and so warm…”

You hiss slightly as his cold hands slip down your body, until they’re pulling down your pajama pants. “H-hey! Wait! I’m-“

“I know, (Name). You being on your menstrual cycle is the exact reason I want this.”

He pulls off your pants and panties in one go, cooing at the sight in front of him.

“How delicious.”

You squeeze your legs shut, eyes gone wide. “D-delicious? How could this b…”

He glances up at you with those red eyes, resting his chin against your knee. “You know, I find your innocence rather adorable, but I’ll clue you in, angel.”

He extends his fangs, a little confused when instead of reacting with fear, you react with acceptance. “Ahhh, okay, that makes sense.”

He doesn’t question your strange statement, now prying open your legs with ease.

“Now that you know, will you let me feed? This could really help me feel better, (Name).”

He kisses your thigh, his red eyes boring into yours. You pout a little, but cup his cheek. He leans into your touch, surprised at his own actions. “I guess… if it’ll help you feel better…”

You don’t need to say another word, he’s already burying his face between your legs.

At first he devours any blood he can get his tongue on. When he runs out, he realizes he’ll need to really put in the effort to make you secrete more.

He glances up to watch for your reaction when he swirls his tongue around your clit, earning a gasp. Kurapika blinks when your hands bury themselves in his hair, pulling him in the right direction. “K-Kurapika!”

He purrs against you, pumping a finger in and out of your bloody cunt as he sucks on your clit. “Like that, angel?”

He’s almost embarrassed at how hard he’s gotten from hearing your moans and feeling your fingers tug at his hair. “Yes! More please!”

And he gives you more, inserting another finger. “You’re delicious, (Name). If I knew a woman’s menstrual blood tasted this good, I would have done this much sooner…”

You whimper, pouting down at him. “W-well I’m glad it’s with me first…”

“Oh, (Name)…”

He pulls his fingers from your cunt, licking them clean. “I intend for you to be the only woman I ever feed from like this.”

This makes both your pussy and heart thump. “Really? Hahh!”

You don’t have much time to think, his tongue is already inside of you again. Now he’s tongue fucking you as he rubs circles into your clit.

“Those pretty little sounds of yours have my body reacting in such embarrassing ways, (Name)…”

He looks up at you again, blood dripping down his chin. “Would it be alright if I took your virginity, (Name)? I’m a creature of the night, would you lay with me, knowing that?”

You nod, running your fingers through his hair. “Yes… you may be a vampire, b-but I-“

You gasp, feeling his tongue wiggle inside of you. “I know you’re a- hnn… a good man!”

He almost feels his undead heart thump against his chest. You’re making him swoon, and it’s not just your sweet blood he’s craving.

He has you cumming on his tongue, surprised on how much he enjoys the taste of your cum mixed with blood.

He wipes the blood from his chin, crawling on top of you. “My sweet girl, so warm…”

You feel his cock prod against you, your hips bucking against him. “P-put it in please! Need you!”

You’re so needy, tears beading at the corners of your eyes as he coos. “Shhh, shh, you’ll have what you want soon. You’ve been such a good girl, allowing me to feed to my hearts content. I’ll take care of you, alright?”

You nod, the blonde satisfied with your obedience. He prods his cock against your cunt, delighting in the fact that your blood makes it easier for him to slide in.

You gasp when he bottoms out, legs wrapping around his waist. He stays like that for just a moment before pulling all the way out and slamming back in.

He takes you like an animal, pounding into your pussy until you see stars. He tries so hard to be gentle, but his head has gone fuzzy with pleasure.

You don’t seem to mind though, you pull him into a kiss, causing him to come back to reality and melt into your embrace, his hips smacking against yours.

He glances down, dipping a finger to your cunt, lapping up the blood that collected on his finger.

“So so pretty, angel. So pretty when I fuck into you like this…”

His fangs brush against your neck, but he doesn’t bite you. No no no, he won’t do that. Not to his now mate. No, he’ll only drink from your pussy, a taste he would soon become addicted to.

When he cums inside you, he doesn’t pull out for a while. He’s not sure if he’s still able to produce children, but if he can, he wishes to get you pregnant, and soon. Though, he’ll be upset when his favorite snack isn’t available for nine months.

Kurapika pulls you into his arms, keeping you plugged up with his cock. “Tonight, I will take you again and again, so rest for now, my love.”

He plants kisses on your neck, before resting his chin on your head.

He’s so sweet, waking up and cooking you a healthy, iron rich meal. It’s not JUST because he wants you to produce as much blood for him as possible. No, Kurapika has fallen in love, and he’s not letting you go anytime soon.

You’re his now, his mate, his lover, his.

“Kurapika…”

You stumble into the kitchen, body weak and tired from his rough thrusting. He rushes over to settle you down into a chair, cupping your cheek. “What is it my love? Was I too rough? Are you hurt?”

You shake your head. “No, no I’m just really hungry, that smells amazing!”

He sighs. “I’m glad you are alright. I may not be able to eat human food, but cooking is something I am efficient with.”

He sets an omelette in front of you, paired with rice. “It’s a spinach omelette. Enjoy, angel.”

He watches you eat from across the table, absolutely smitten.

He follows you around throughout the day, watching as you do various chores. Now that he’s… fed from you, he has more energy to help, though he can’t go outside due to the sun.

“My love, is it strange that I am excited for night to come? I must admit I am desperate for another taste of you…”

He has you sat in his lap, nose brushing against your neck. He seems to enjoy your scent, constantly shoving his nose into your neck.

“No, it’s okay, I want you to eat well. I care about you.”

His leg bounces, his excitement evident. “Truly? It is not wrong for me to feel this way? To want you in this way?”

He doesn’t seem to have noticed that he’s bouncing you on his leg, causing your face to heat up.

He nuzzles into your neck again placing sweet kisses. “I love you, I apologize for not saying it sooner, but I feared your rejection. You’re a beautiful woman, and I feel I may now need you.”

You can barely hear him, breasts bouncing slightly at the intensity of his movements. “Hhhnn, Kurapika.”

He sniffs the air, tilting his head. “You’re aroused? Why?”

He glances down to see his leg is between your legs, knee pressing against your pussy as he bounces you up and down. “Oh.”

He grins against your neck, the feeling of his fangs brushing against your skin making you mewl. “Oh? Is my angel too needy to wait for tonight?”

Kurapika’s head stays between your legs for the next few hours, being thoroughly fed by his precious mate!

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[flametrashiraarchive]

Hai um, can you do like, Rengoku x Reader who struggles with body insecurities? Mainly like, the tummy or back plush?

HELLO! Yea!

I did already do Rengoku x chubby!reader but I don't ever think there can be enough of the sunshine man, so yes, yes I can!

There are 3 things in Demon Slayer I refuse to accept: 1) that the breathing styles don't actually create the cool effects, 2) that thing about what happens after they activate the slayer marks, and 3) that Kyojuro has a six pack. My boy lives on copious amounts of carbs and fried food and has a little squish himself (also it just makes sense for a swordsman to have extra padding- would you rather get stabbed through your muscles and internal organs or a couple of inches of fat? Anyway...)

KYOJURO X CHUBBY READER- Tummy Edition.

(God I fucking love him)

NSFW beneath the cut. GN!Reader. TASTY.

You're at the kitchen sink washing sweet potatoes for dinner when Kyojuro comes up behind you and hugs as he often does, wrapping his strong arms around your waist and pressing his lips to your neck.

He feels you tense up slightly. You stiffen in his arms and your hand defensively goes to capture his wrist.

He knows immediately what's wrong. He's very good at reading people and this has happened before. You're concerned about your tummy again.

"You're so beautiful," he assures you, his voice soft and low against that spot just below your ear. "Inside and out."

You try to cover your vulnerability with humor and hold up one of the vegetables in your hand. "Nah, I look like this."

His thick, black eyebrows slant in concern, "Now, sunflower, you know how I feel about sweet potatoes. They're beautiful too. But..." He loosens his hug a little to place his hand across your belly. "They're hard and un-cuddleable, and you're soft, so the comparison doesn't really hold up beyond you both being my favorites."

You smile and he leans into you, kissing your temple. "Did someone say something to hurt you?"

"No, it's just a feeling." You look down, as the weight of your insecurity crushes you.

"Hm," he hums thoughtfully.

He turns you round to face him and gets down on his knees, gazing up at you with adoration and reverence. He takes your hand in his and gives it a soft squeeze.

"I need you to listen to me, but I will repeat it as many times as you need me to. You are beautiful to me. I adore every aspect of you, and that includes your softness."

He tells you this with the utmost sincerity and gentle kindness, his thumb stroking circles on the back of your hand as he speaks.

And when he's done and you nod your head in understanding, he pulls you into an embrace, resting his cheek on your stomach and smiling to himself.

He's telling the truth too; he will absolutely tell you how wonderful you are to him however many times it takes and he means it wholeheartedly.

No matter what your insecurity is; your tummy, your back, arms, thighs, chest, he adores you and thinks you're the most wonderful person. His very favorite person, in fact.

Now... when it comes to insecurities about your body during sex, Kyojuro is just as supportive, but he will show you how much he appreciates your body, as well as simply telling you.

OBVIOUSLY Kyojuro is King of Going Down and he will happily spend forever between your thighs, but if you're self conscious about your tummy he's gonna make a little stop there first.

He'll kiss it all over telling you how gorgeous you are, that you're precious and wonderful and worthy.

He'll get so wrapped up in your loveliness he'll forget how loud he is.

*kiss* BEAUTIFUL! *kiss* GORGEOUS! *kiss* SEXY!!

You laugh because your lovely man is just so effusive with his love and appreciation of you, and it's impossible not to feel it.

And then he'll wipe that smile off your face as his kisses trail lower...

While he's going down on you, he'll lay his arm over your stomach. Since he can't hear well (especially with your thighs cradling the sides of his head) your belly tells him a lot about how you're enjoying yourself.

He pays attention to the rhythm of your breaths, the tension in your muscles and the way your soft body moves with them.

He LOVES the way your lower belly tenses when you're right on the brink.

And when he's made you cum he'll make sure you're fucked right.

He never gives you less than his all.

He'll either press down into you, relishing the soft, plush warmth of your body against his

or he'll have you ride him; half-closed fiery eyes drinking in the sight of you, hypnotized by the way you move.

"Beautiful~" he whispers, because he simply cannot hold that thought in.

He just adores you.

No matter what, his love for you burns bright, and he'll spend his life trying to get that fire to spread to your heart too.

#kyojuro x reader #kyojuro x chubby reader #kyojuro x y/n #kimetsu kyojuro #kyojuro imagine #kyojuro rengoku #rengoku kyojuro #kyojuro rengoku x reader #kimetsu rengoku #kny rengoku #rengoku x reader #demon slayer rengoku #rengoku kyoujurou x reader #rengoku x chubby reader #rengoku kyōjurō

[7ndipity]

Soulmate AU Scenarios

Jin x Reader, Jungkook x Reader

Warnings: only partially edited, not proofread

A/N: These have been sitting in my drafts for soo long, I don’t even remember when I wrote them tbh, but I figured since I didn’t have anything else ready for today, I’d share these with the class!

(Note, these are part of my Non-Linear series, which means they’re unfinished and ask motivated, see m.list for details)

Masterlist Non-Linear m.list

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J: (Feeling a shock when you touch your SM)

Jin braced himself as he wove through the crowded streets, trying to avoid bumping into anyone as the static air began to make his hair bristle.

Everywhere he went, tiny zaps of electricity would hit him, sometimes from just the slightest of touches. It was like wearing a wool sweater all the time, and it made him tense and anxious every time he left the house.

He had gone to multiple doctors and specialists to try and figure out what was going on, but all they could ever come up with was he was just hypersensitive to his type of soulmark, feeling things too intensely.

He had hoped that they would be able to help him find some sort of treatment or solution to his problem, but all they had basically told him was to try wearing extra layers to lessen the sensation and to just ignore it as best he could.

He made his way slowly down the crowded sidewalk, trying to avoid getting too close to anyone, but it was almost impossible to avoid bumping into a few people. By the time he made it to crosswalk, he could hardly stand the static buzz around him anymore, more than ready to just go home

Suddenly, he heard a small curse as someone behind him stumbled, falling against him.

“Yi-aish!” Lightning shot up his arm, sending him flying back in shock and pain. Heart pounding from the sudden jolt of electricity, he looked up to see you sitting on the ground, gripping your shoulder in pain from the shock.

Realization hit him as he stared down at you, his fingers still tingling from the intensity of the shock.

“A-are you okay?” He asked, hesitating for a moment before offering you his hand.

Glancing between it and his face, you cautiously accepted it, your expression mirroring his curiosity and concern.

This time, when your palms touch, neither of you felt a painful jolt, but rather a soothing warmth that spread up your arm, like sunlight in your veins.

He smiled shyly at you. “Hi.”

“Hi.”

Jungkook:(sharing a very specific mark with your SM, SM’s tattoos/scars appear on your skin)

For the nth time today, you tugged down the sleeve of your sweater to cover your right hand, hiding the writing and designs that decorated your skin.

Having the same tattoos and scars as your soulmate would be enough to make anyone feel a bit self conscious at times on its own, no matter how beautiful you might think they are, but when your soulmate was someone famous, having such a visible marker of who you were bound to made you a target for all kinds of attention, some of which could even be potentially dangerous.

So many people tried to copy tattoos, trying to pass themselves off as the real deal, the only way to know for sure was to get some kind of test to know if it was regular ink or a ‘soul mark’ as they were sometimes called.

When the marks first started showing up, you were in complete denial, but the collection of designs had quickly grown beyond the point of denying, so you had switched to ignoring/hiding them. Lots of people chose to ignore their marks and make their own lives, and you knew enough about your soulmate to know there wasn’t a real possibility to be together.

Until your manager came by to tell you that you would be giving a tour of the venue/museum/historical site/smth where you worked to some very important visitors.

When you walked out and saw him standing there, it was like the world stopped. Everything seemed to slow for a fraction of a second, your breath hanging in the air as your eyes met.

But then, painfully, the world kept going. Everyone kept talking, your manager introduced you to everyone and left you to show him and his members around.

Pushing your initial shock aside, you focused on leading them around on the tour, answering any questions they had and chatting easily. You actually found yourself having a really nice time with them, almost forgetting your earlier nerves, until you noticed Jungkook's eyes on you, or more specifically, your hand.

As you had been pointing out something, he caught sight of the dark patterning over your knuckles, just barely peeking out of your oversized sleeves.

You tried to tuck your hand out of sight, but he was too quick, stepping forward and catching your arm, tugging your sleeve up to reveal the numerous, interweaving tattoos that covered your skin.

You locked your eyes on the floor, afraid of what he would say.

“Finally.” He breathed, making you look up in surprise.

He smiled down at you in disbelief. “I’ve been looking for you everywhere.”

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#seokjin scenarios #seokjin fluff #seokjin x reader #seokjin x y/n #seokjin soulmate au #jungkook scenarios #jungkook fluff #jungkook x y/n #jungkook x reader #jungkook soulmate au #bts scenarios #bts reaction #bts x y/n #bts x reader #bts soulmate au #7ndipity

[solarmorrigan]

(More of Robin and Steve working at a diner, I guess?)

The first time Robin burns herself on the grill is bad.

The burn itself isn’t bad; it’s almost more startling than it is painful, at least initially. And really, it had been kind of an inevitability – a rite of passage, even, for short order cooks.

So the burn isn’t terrible – what’s bad is that Steve happens to be working the same shift.

It’s at the tail end of a Sunday breakfast rush; Robin is jammed into the kitchen with two other cooks—Dennis and Carl—and the orders have been coming in thick and fast. Space is limited, and even though they each have their own assigned tasks, there’s a certain amount of dancing around and reaching past one another to get to everything they need. In retrospect, Robin is a little surprised she’d lasted as long as she had before reaching a little too far around Dennis to grab a flipper, overbalancing, and touching her bare forearm to the edge of the flattop grill.

She yells, a short, loud burst of noise as she jerks her arm away, at first because she knows it should hurt, and then because it does fucking hurt, and then she’s shouting a string of expletives as Dennis hustles her over to the handwashing station and shoves her arm under the cold running water.

Out in the dining room, Steve shouldn’t have been able to hear her at all, not over the bustle of the breakfast service, especially not with the way the hearing in his left ear is always a little fuzzy now, and with how hard he’s focusing on the way the words are forming on the lips of the guests at the table he’s serving to make sure he doesn’t miss anything – but he does hear. It cuts into his awareness like a siren through the fog, and he’s moving before he’s even made a conscious choice to do so.

He doesn’t excuse himself from his table, he doesn’t say sorry when he cuts in front of one of the other servers as he shoves his empty tray onto a counter and bangs through the swinging door into the kitchen, and he doesn’t hesitate when he sees Dennis and Carl crowded around Robin while she runs her arm under the water and grinds out curses and little hisses of pain.

If Steve had been thinking, he might have recognized that her shout hadn’t been one of fear and that her curses were muttered things out of irritation as much as discomfort, but Steve isn’t really thinking at all. All he’s registered at this point is that Robin is in distress and that there are two men he doesn’t know very well hovering around her.

“Get the fuck away from her.”

Dennis, Carl, and Robin all freeze where they’re standing, startled by Steve’s command – and that’s exactly what it is. It isn’t a hysterical shout, it isn’t a scream of anger, it’s a full-chested command that will be followed or so help him god–

The other two cooks are already scrambling out of the way when Steve stalks forward, practically shoving them out of the way with presence alone, placing himself between them and Robin as if they’re the threat here and not him – suddenly not that kind of goofy kid who flirts with his customers and sometimes mixes his orders up but is so sheepish about it that it’s hard to be mad, but a man with solid, tense-shouldered posture that says if they make one wrong move, retaliation is not a threat but a promise.

Except then Robin is reaching out and putting the hand from her uninjured side on his arm, gentle even as she speaks to him with a voice like steel. “Steve.” He turns and looks at her, wide-eyed and worried. “I’m fine.”

Steve’s attention flicks from Robin’s face to her arm under the running water. He glances at the grill, at the other two cooks, and then back at Robin. His shoulders are starting to slump.

“The grill bit me,” Robin explains, lightening her tone and holding her arm up to show Steve the shiny pink line across the pale skin on the inside of her forearm. “Dennis was helping, and Carl was getting in the way and letting the eggs burn.”

Carl swears and lunges for the pan he’d left the eggs frying in, because some things are more ingrained than a newfound fear of Steve Harrington.

Steve clears his throat. “Right.” He glances back at the cooks, almost the same kind of sheepish as when he’s sent back three Denver omelets and a burger when what he’d actually needed was one Denver and three burgers, and suddenly he looks sort of lost in the middle of the kitchen. “Uh. Sorry. I–”

“C’mon,” Robin cuts in, shutting off the sink and giving Steve a nudge towards the first aid kit by the back office. “Help me get some burn cream and a bandage on this and then let’s get back to work.”

Grateful for the new purpose, Steve follows her away from the grills, and just like that, the whole incident is over, never to be spoken of again. Robin jumps back onto the line a few minutes later and the three of them synchronize like nothing had ever happened.

But if Dennis and Carl are both a little faster to move out of Robin’s way now when she needs something – well. That’s their business.

#platonic stobin #robin buckley #steve harrington #protective steve harrington #you gotta imagine steve in the apron for this to really have the same effect that it had on my brain #honestly this was supposed to be sillier I'm sorry #stranger things #solar wrote

[twistedwonderlandimaginesblog]

Hello, I see that questions about relationships and courtship are open :D If it's okay with you, could I have Jamil and Leona, please?Number 5, 12, 16 and 28 ;)Thank you in advance!! You have a great blog! <3

Leona Kingscholar:

5. ♥ Do they wait to be intimate until after marriage or break all the social rules?

Leona breaks rules because he can, or pushes the very limits just to see how far he can go before it all falls apart. All eyes aren’t on him, at least most aren’t, aside from his nosy family members and those in the guard who may not trust his ambition. He knows how to pull the wool over Fareena’s eyes for the most part, though his sister-in-law is a different case. He’s not a patient man but he’s not pushy either; if he only wanted a night or two of fun he would’ve never committed to begin with, so you can take that to heart if you doubt his feelings.

12. ♥ Do they seek to find a partner purely to further the bloodline and name, is it for true love, or is it for pleasure alone?

Leona laughed at the thought of furthering his bloodline. Subject his child to 2nd place by default their entire life? Yeah, right. It’s a thought that drifts with time as he can’t help but want an heir himself, he refers to it as his natural kingly want even without being a king, but you think he just wants to raise a fighter willing to look out for the ‘little guy’ too just in case Cheka doesn’t do a good enough job. There is something to be said about the kinds of people he’d choose to date, ones that would be suitable for family life if they wanted it. Dating is mostly left to his own whims and he doesn’t do it often, if at all, as getting to know new people was a hassle and he hated wasting his own time.

16. ♥ Do they have at least one bonding activity they devote to doing with their partner exclusively?

Napping. Yes, yes, very stereotypical for the lazy lion but he didn’t trust just anyone to join him. Sleeping soundly around another person was like exposing your belly in a room full of predators; you wouldn’t do it if you felt like you’d be torn to shreds. He’s placing his trust in you to keep him safe and warm while he slumbers. He doesn’t reveal his expectations of you being his pillow until it’s far too late for you to run.

28. ♥ Do they understand their partners/person they are courtings feelings without them having to say anything?

Leona is as sharp as a carnivore’s claw. Many things could be said about him but his intelligence was rarely in question. He might not always verbally confirm things, but the longer you’re together the more familiar he is with you. Conscious or unconscious, he noticed the way you move or hold yourself, the way you speak and the specific words you pick whether you’re coddling someone or in an argument. He’s aware when you divert from your norm, whether its due to anger or sadness or embarrassment. It’s like chess, a game he’s quite good at, and you’re always stunned when he finally calls you out when he asks for the ‘why’ behind your changes.  

Jamil Viper:

5. ♥ Do they wait to be intimate until after marriage or break all the social rules?

Jamil doesn’t have any strong feelings one way or the other, but you do notice he’s the type to take it slow. He’s not embarrassed by physical affection per se but the closer you get, the more you feel him tense. He’s worried about getting too attached too fast, and while the sanctity of marriage isnt the first thing on his mind, there are some interactions you have that are so domestic Jamil can’t help but daydream about what married life might consist of with you.

12. ♥ Do they seek to find a partner purely to further the bloodline and name, is it for true love, or is it for pleasure alone?

Jamil isn’t entirely game to have children, for a variety of reasons that include not wanting them to be in servitude from birth. He has doubts, feeling guilty if a family is something you had always wanted, but he had never really seen that for himself. But he also can’t say he’s seen romance for himself either, or that anyone would want to date him despite his loyalty being sworn to another, so there’s a chance for change and he might be willing to reconsider a childless future.

16. ♥ Do they have at least one bonding activity they devote to doing with their partner exclusively?

Sightseeing. This only applied when you were out of the country, likely at the whim of Kalim going on his royal duties, but Jamil is given enough ‘personal time’ when he’s surrounded by the royal guards of other families. He liked to drag you around with him to places of interest, from the markets to the ruins that seem to line every city; his eyes always glow when he’s left to adventure on his own with no obligations to reassure the safety of who he’s with, though he is wary about going anywhere dangerous when you’re tagging along with him.

28. ♥ Do they understand their partners/person they are courtings feelings without them having to say anything?

Wires can get crossed from time to time, but Jamil isn’t stupid. He knows how to read people to an extent and he can be hyperaware of his surroundings due to his job, so he noticed plenty about you. Some little habits, the way you acted when you were happy or upset or contemplating existence, he just never knew how to use that to his advantage. Learning how to use the information you present him is more the issue he’s presented with but never doubt that Jamil will figure it out for the sake of keeping you as his.

#Twisted Wonderland #Disney Twisted Wonderland #TWST #Disney TWST #TWST Imagines #TWST x Reader #Twisted Wonderland x Reader #Leona Kingscholar #Jamil Viper #Leona Kingscholar x Reader #Jamil Viper x Reader #Courting Meme

[fictionfawn]

thoughts about abby anderson bc i've been having really bad brain rot (some water polo player!abby)

abby isn’t the biggest fan of large displays of PDA, but she does this thing where she just hovers around you. she never strays too far away from you, so she’s just kind of lurking lol. when you’re walking together, she’ll either put her hand on your shoulder or your back and subtly guide you. (tbh i also do that. gotta treat my babygirl right fr). i don't think you'll hold hands too often, mostly because her hands are kind of sweaty due to her naturally running quite hot. if you try, she'll laugh and say, "don't. my hands are sweaty." like ok? just wipe them off girly, i wanna hold your hand. i think she likes linking arms, though. she eats it up when you hold onto her arm and cling onto her, she loves it. despite not liking pda, she takes every opportunity to subtly touch you. brushing arms when you're walking, touching thighs because you're sitting so close to each other, one hand on your knee, stuff like that. she's seriously borderline clingy, but she's always so gentle. she's so cute omg

i think that abby likes to be pampered. specifically, i think she likes it a lot when you play with her hair. brush it, wash it and tie it when she’s too tired to do it herself. start running your fingers through her hair and massage her scalp and she’s immediately putty in your arms. she’ll most likely insist on doing it herself, but if you push back she’s not going to argue further lol. do what you must, she’ll enjoy it

when it comes to pet names, i think she'll only really use them when there's no one else around. however, occasionally there are times where it'll just slip out. i don't know why, but i think she'll call you bug pfft. she'll come up from behind saying, "there you are, bug. i've been lookin' for you," as she kisses your temple and you can feel her smiling mhmm. if she's taller than you, she likes to rest her chin on your shoulder. wait omg, imagine her calling you trouble. but lorddd she'd use so many nicknames, i think. babe, honey, hun, sweetheart etc etc. the girl has some variety, I’ll give her that

PERSONAL TRAINER ABBY! unfortunately, she can be such a dick lmao. if you're struggling with an exercise or with lifting weights, she'll just be watching you and laughing to herself. "you need some help with that, hun?" and you're whining at her to stop laughing and to hurry up and help you out. but she's so helpful and strong and attractive you can't stay mad at her for too long. like she'd grab your waist and fix your stance and when you get it right she’ll say something like “yeah, that’s it. you got it." she's always gonna encourage you to keep going. she'll really push your limits because she just wants you to do well. but this applies to lots of other things, not just gym. i honestly probably wouldn't be able to go to the gym with her because i'd be distracted by her the entire time. so.

playing fighting with abby. she gets so competitive and will do literally everything in her power to win. she's the furthest thing from a sore loser, thankfylly. she’s very conscious of her strength, so despite the fact that she’s literally able to toss you around like a bag of potatoes, she’s never hurt you by accident. she’d genuinely be so mortified if she thinks she hurt you. will literally sulk about it meanwhile you’re like “abby, I’m fine??”

she's always very relaxed whenever she's around you. i can't say she'd be smiley when there are other people around, but she'll have a kind of pleased and content expression on her face. but when you're alone? oh boy, have fun trying to wipe that cute ass smile off her face, because you can't! she's just very at ease when you're around teehee. her demeanour is a lot less tense than what it may be typically. honestly I think she’d just melt around you

abby isn't the biggest gossip around--if you ask her, she'll just shrug and say that that kind of stuff isn't something she's particularly interested in. however, she is absolutely invested in whatever gossip you have for her, even if she pretends to be nonchalant about it. she'd probably say some bullshit like, "babe, that kind of stuff isn't even worth your time." but then the next time she sees you she asks about it because she wants an update. talks shit but doesn’t consider it to be real gossip. “it’s called a discussion, not gossip.” she’ll say, like a fucking liar

she’s SO invested. always asking for updates, always asking questions. she tries to be subtle but honestly at some I’d think she’d give up and go all in

waterpolo player abby !

you literally cannot drag her away training so as a result she always smells like chlorine. she bitches about it all the time, too.

she’d look stupid as hell wearing the hats lmao i'd call her egghead or something

she definitely complains about how damaged her hair gets from all that swimming she does

idk about you guys but soggy Abby does something to me… like she's wearing her swimming costume and her hairs down and she’s still damp and you can see the water droplets on her skin and AAAAAAHJASHIEDQHV

don’t even try pushing her into the pool because she’ll drag you down with her lmao

she'd definitely be centre forward REAL

she could try drowning me and I wouldn’t really mind tbh. but ik for sure she’s a scary ass player. fast AND strong as hell? I’d be fighting for my life. make sure u don’t get hit in the head by a ball thrown by her bc you’d be asking for a concussion. also she seems like the kind of person who keeps elbowing people?? LMAO

my gay ass needs to be locked up NOW 😟

#whattt? fictionfawn is writing for tlou?? #fawn’s fiction thoughts #we both grind our teeth in our sleep so obviously it was meant to be #i would treat her so good #owen doesn’t know how to handle allthat but i do #➼ blondie xx #tlou2 x reader #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson headcanons #abby anderson hcs #tlou x reader

[alwaysteveswife]

Kinktober, Day 4: Cock Warming | Steve Harrington x Fem! Reader.

Warnings: Mom!Reader, honeymoon night, this doesn't have smut, actually. It's very fluffy lol sorry.

Your slender fingers tangled in Steve's hair, pulling him gently to kiss his lips slowly. Steve was... confused, but not unsatisfied, he would never be with you, much less sexually, but he didn't understand why you wouldn't let him out of you.

"Honey" he murmured between kisses, cursing himself internally for not being able to deny his now wife's kisses. He loved you too much, he would be unable to deny you one, "what's wrong, why won't you let me out?".

Your hand tensed for a moment. With slightly flushed cheeks you averted your gaze elsewhere. You pursed your lips and, the second later, mumbled, "well, it's the first time we've been together like this and, I don't know," your hands played nervously with Steve's chest hair. You felt too self-conscious. "I thought if we were like this I'd remember that it's you by my side, that you'd never leave me alone with my kids."

Steve's heart leapt. He loved you, adored both you and your childrens, and was immensely happy that you accepted him into your family. He couldn't understand how someone so kind, cute and nice could doubt herself so much, to him you were the perfect woman, everything he ever wanted, and yet, because of an idiot incapable of maturing, this person he had fallen in love with was losing more and more of his trust.

"I understand" he ran his fingers over your cheeks, his dark eyes were fixed on yours. He was trying to make you understand everything he felt for you, how tonight had been amazing for him, as much as it had been for you. He wanted you to understand that, with just one look, he would be at your feet. "I'll stay like this as long as you want me to, tonight is all about you."

"Us" you murmured with a radiant smile and an unusual sparkle in your beautiful eyes. Steve swore he had fallen a little more in love, as if that were possible, "tonight is about us, Steve."

He took your hand in his. You could barely cover Steve's hands, but neither of you cared. You brought your lips up to Steve's hand and kissed the wedding ring. A sigh of satisfaction escaped Steve's lips. Definitely, he thought, this would be the best day of his life.

Masterlist

Kinktober masterlist.

#stranger things #fanfic #stranger things au #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington oneshot #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington angst #steve harrington smut #kinktober #kinktober 2023

[most-datable-datable-bracket]

ROUND 3 MATCH 30

Kuras propaganda:

"Kuras bought the MC a cookie and is also an angel doctor or something"

Nakedtoaster propaganda:

“First off we love he/they icons. He's very silly but he's also extremely smart and sweet. They care about their friends deeply and they're always conscious of when a joke is going too far and needs to stop. He's so sweet and cute and it's so impossibly easy to make them blush theyre truly a dork. Also did you know if you create a ffxiv account you can play up to level 70 for free?!”

“A tall gentle giant that somehow thrives at being both silly goofy AND incredibly brilliant. They're always #downtoclown and they have a good sense of humor but he's also attentive, caring and kind, likes to spend quality time chatting and having some deep conversation (if he thinks something upsets, he always checks in to make sure you're doing okay). They coded a complex text-based CRPG that responds in real time to player input, and eventually they got their own company. They're CEO and care about their company and employees, so much that he's really conflicted about selling the organization, because it feels like it's his baby (his words). He balances work, gaming and socialization in the server. In their route, they get adorably flustered but make sure to let the player know that they're into it and absolutely reciprocate, and after their ending (which is very emotionally charged and high stakes scenario) they literally go "Fuck it" and profess love to the player even though they haven't known each other for long, because they mutually relate and empathize with each other's struggles (player character also is in a tense work environment and trying to manage expectations). He has gorgeous pink hair that he lets the player braid, he won't lose any opportunity to promote the critically acclaimed MMORPG FFXIV, he's the sweetest cutest person, and perhaps most importantly, he looks great in cat ears headband <3”

#kuras touchstarved #TOUCHSTARVED #touchstarved game #nakedtoaster #nakedtoaster blooming panic #blooming panic #bloomic #Round 3 #MDDC 2

[aethelwyneleigh27]

Fancy seeing you here😳 (in the COD simping club)

I was thinking(horrible desicion but hear me out)

(maskedFem!reader with Simon Ghost Riley, sort of a 'enemies to lovers' but not really cause they are platonics that love-hate each other and they do get along just with a larger vocabulary.

BUt Ghost is kind of swooning over her? a wee bit?(respectfully, in the corner of the room with his arms crossed,silently and lethally tho)

With cero awareness of his feelings, how he enjoys speaking with her and finds her precense borderline rehabilitating, perhaps he thinks his amazement is normal cause she's once in a lifetime of a unit and; she's also a woman and he almost forgets they exist sometimes so he's just a bit taken back, perhaps his brain rebooting the info. That makes sense.

But it's been almost a year so why is her voice such a melody still? Why does he seem to search for her eyes during sunny days the most searching for the color of them? He's too attentive with her, always getting sucked into the banter far easier than he should when she's involved in it. Can he even blame it on men's hormones when he barely feels anything, much less in that department? Do the rest of the 141 feel that too? Should he feel bothered or at ease?

Like some juicy slowburn 😈. During a mission they're bantering about Gaz being bitchless or her drinking coffee with enough sugar to send Price into cardiac arrest, and she's ambushed out of nowhere on her sniping point, taken for interrogation swiftly after being knocked out.

Angsty sht of her informing the ordeal before never responding to her callsign again, Soap mumbling a curse and Ghost entering autopilot to prioritize efficiency and the guys are a bit amazed by how swift he was wiping out everyone on sight.(Jhon Wick looking ass)

Finding her on a table with her hands and arms tightly bound and being held still by two men as another one had already used a scaple to cut through the middle of her torso almost like he intended to perform a surgery on her whilst she was conscious and aware. Simon shooting the two men right between the eyes but for some reason shooting the guy with the scaple on both of his legs and planting a knife on his eye whilst Soap cuts the rope, she barely gets a word out when Simon cradles her shoulders with one hand, his touch careful. And his voice a lot more soft than he anticipated it to be."Are you alright?"

Evac comes, she gets stitched back together at the hospital and needs to rest till it heals over, everyone cheers and hugs, and Ghost comes to acknowledge his feelings(as much as he can) when he closes the door of his bedroom and the emotions finally hit him, autopilot is turned off and he stares at a wall for almost an hour.

She becomes subject of his nightmares for a little while, he's outside clearing his head when she walks in with insomnia, he's troubled by the relief of the sight of her alive and his solitude being interrupted by the cause of his troubles, nevertheless she's still a welcomed sight, always a welcomed sight. "Oh, fancy seeing you here" "Shouldn't you be resting" "You need the beauty sleep more than me tho, Lt." "*Scoffs*" ..... "Wanna see it?(the scar)" "I knew you were a man(your dickl?)" "Is that why you've been up my ass all the time?" .... "Alright show me" she lifts her sweater up, a barely closed scar from bellow her ribs to bellow her belly button, he doesn't mean to but he flinches at the sight, tensed shoulders and furrowed brows the sleep deprivation has him in less control than usual and she notices. Still, he's fine cause he's Ghost and casually comments "It's healing rather quickly" he looks away unable to stand the memory of it just yet, she pulls it back down leaning her elbows over the window, just two feet away from each other. She takes the thin black mask off from around her ears letting the cold night hit her face properly, he looks away instantly. "It's fine, nothing you haven't seen" he very reluctantly glances back "So, they said y'all only found me in record time cause of you Lt." she glances at him and he glances out of the window, if he looks at her now he's afraid he won't be able to look away, "Just didn't want you spilling your guts to em" she snorts and her small laugh fills the silence of the night, perhaps the one in his heart aswell

"Your savior privileges have been revoked" "Too soon?" "....Just in time Ghost" she tilts her head to look at him, he makes the mistake of staring back out of reflex and thank fucking god for the balaclava he's wearing, he keeps his eyes from widening this time, but not from softening,cautiously mapping her face with her explicit permission trying so fucking hard to not make it obvious "Could convince me im the one with the skull balaclava with how avoidant you are" "Who knows maybe you scare more without the mask" she yawns and into her palm eyes getting heavier quickly, he's really fucking trying to unglue his eyes from her, a silence ensues, she looks at him again and "Thank you, Simon" she smiles gratefully, her gaze anchored on his and- isnt she a bit embarrassed to be this outright? He certainly is, his face burns, his heart skips a beat, seems getting flustered does the trick cause he finally rips his eyes from hers she chuckles at his expense and before he can reply she's standing up slipping her mask back on "Sweet dreams lieutenant"

Or

Enemies(frienemies) to lovers(but not really cause Ghost just realizes he's fucked up™) with maskedfem¡reader. Ghost begins to question the nature of his feelings towards her and realizing he's in fact a bit too fond of her. Im not quite good of height differences so if you'll be using height as a factor to describe, can she be atleast as tall as Soap? The whole 'petite' or 'chubby' Isn't my thing at all aswell, i need this woman to be a ball of muscle hitting her chest like a gorilla lmao. That weird drabble i put there is just to give kind of an idea but honestly do whatever you'd like, the way he realizes can be through some jealousy, some kidnapping, her getting drunk and soap putting her on his back or whatever i just wanna see him getting the hibbie jibbies, the toe curler hair twirling disease 💀

Feel free to ignore me i know it can be annoying to get a whole ass fanfic in your asks, have a wonderful day i love your writing💕

If anyone is looking for that whole ass fic this anon sent me then here it is, a fucking masterpiece I tell you <333

Like I can definitely see an enemies to friends to lovers situation with Ghost and of course there's gonna be jealousy because what better way than to push someone's buttons with tension??

#aethelwyne lia answers #cod x reader #ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader

[gilbirda]

Friendly neighborhood vigilante. Chapter 22

BatmanxDP crossover. JasonxJazz

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“Forgive the mess,” Jason murmured as he carried Jazz into the room. “They did leave everything just like I left it, huh.”

Jazz lifted her head from its hiding place in the crook of Jason’s neck. She didn’t expect to be carried in his arms, and even if she should find it funny given how she got injured in the first place, she couldn’t deny it made her heart flutter a bit.

Jason’s childhood room was… what you’d expect from a teenager. It wasn’t messy, but clutter was everywhere — books, comics, more books and what she assumed was a handheld gaming device. Her eyes roamed over the Wonder Woman posters and pictures on the wall, spying a signature in a big one placed safely far from the window and sunlight.

Jason had always been a nerd.

She giggled.

“Cute.” She said, rubbing her cheek against his when he blushed.

“‘m not cute.” He contested halfheartedly. He huffed softly and walked closer to the bed, letting her down on the mattress. “Cass left some clothes for you.” he reached for the neatly folded pajamas and handed them to her. “Do you need help, or…?”

Jazz rolled her eyes. “I have a twisted ankle, I’m not unable to dress myself.”

“Well, I’ll leave you to it, I’ll change in the bathroom.” He walked towards the drawers, opened one and cursed.

“What’s wrong?”

“I was fifteen years old when I last stepped into this room,” he pulled something from the drawer to show her, “and I was a small child.”

Jazz tried really hard to contain her laughter, but the tiny rock band t-shirt over his broad chest was just hilarious. She threw back her head and gave a hearty laugh, not worrying about if he saw her fangs for once.

He chuckled with her, turning back to check the rest of the drawers, rummaging around for a bit.

“Nothing?” She asked softly.

“Nope. And I’m not going to go back out and ask for clothes if I don’t really—” He stopped in his tracks, his cheeks blooming a bit of a blush.

Jazz picked up what he didn’t say. “Do you usually sleep naked?”

She watched his shoulders tense and how he consciously relaxed them before answering. “Yeah. Or just with some boxers or shorts on.” He pointedly wasn’t looking at her.

Okay.

Jazz hummed, controlling her thoughts and what to say. Was this one of those situations she had to be careful to navigate? She didn’t want to send the wrong signals and make the situation more uncomfortable than it needed to be — she knew he was not happy with their sleeping arrangements and Bruce’s pushiness was not welcomed.

“I don’t mind if you want to sleep in your underwear.” First step: vocalize. Don’t leave things unsaid, since not-saying things usually lead to misunderstandings, as she had come to learn.

Jason turned with a confused frown, finally looking at her in the eyes. “Okay?”

“Yeah. It’s okay.” Second: appear calm and collected, safe to be around. “It doesn’t bother me.”

She fiddled with the soft fabrics of the provided pajamas, distracting her hands as she waited for his reaction. What was he thinking? Did he consider this as her making some kind of move? They were going to share a bed for the first time, and she was trying very hard not to feel too self conscious about that fact.

“If you say so…” He finally nodded and walked closer to the desk on the other wall, picking up his stuff from his pockets — keys, wallet and phone — and placing it next to a book pile.

Jazz took this as her cue and picked up the pajamas, quickly hopping towards the ensuite bathroom before Jason caught her and told her she shouldn’t walk on her injured foot. When he finally realized she had made a run for it, she had already closed the door.

Jason dramatically sighed, making her giggle.

She made quick work of the clothes and put on Cass' pajamas, admiring how they flowed over her skin. She suspected some kind of silk blend, but didn’t recognize the brand; not that she expected to recognize it, since she always bought clothes on sale and never worried about stuff like if they were in season or their fabric blends.

She splashed her face with cold water, noticing that the soap brand name was French and with fancy letters. She knew the Waynes were filthy rich, but she guessed that it kind of took a second place in her mind the whole evening. She was more focused on making a good first impression.

Jazz finished getting ready for bed and walked back into the room, her folded clothes in one hand, and hopped towards the same desk Jason left his things. On top of the book pile was Mansfield Park.

“Interesting literature for a fifteen year old.” She picked it up, opening it in a random page, admiring the same sticky notes and annotations she had seen in the books he kept at the apartment, confirming he had always been such a nerd.

“Austen is hilarious,” Jazz could hear the shrug in his voice, “what can I say.”

She put the book back down and turned, finding her boyfriend watching her with those intense blue eyes. He was sitting on the bed, but hadn’t gotten under the covers, opting to rest against the headboard to comfortably watch her every move.

Was he trying to make her self conscious on purpose?

“What?” She confronted him.

“Nothing.” He quickly said. Too quickly.

When he didn’t add anything else, she shrugged and hopped towards the free side of the bed. If he didn’t want to comment on it, she wasn’t going to push the topic. If this was about being self conscious about sharing a bed, or about his nakedness, he didn’t have anything to prove or worry about.

Also, she was very sleepy. Whatever it was, it could wait until morning.

Of course, the bed was gigantic and very comfortable, a wild contrast to her shitty single back at the apartment. Maybe she should invest in a good bed, like she did with her couch.

She turned on her side, careful to not upset her injured ankle, and smiled at Jason, the “good night” on the tip of her tongue.

“Do you…”

“Hm?” She encouraged when he stopped.

Jason cleared his throat and tried again: “Do you not… find me attractive?”

Oh.

Hm.

It was time for that conversation? Well, not the time she would have picked, given that they were sharing a bed in his childhood room; but it is true that one does not pick where conversations happened.

Jazz shuffled around so she was sitting against the headboard too, and picked the hand that was closer to her. She played with his fingers for a moment, admiring how rough his palms were — vaguely remembering when she thought he was an athlete — thinking how she was going to approach this.

“Do you know what an asexual person is?” She tested the waters.

She saw him nod in the corner of her eye. “Yeah. Some of the working girls at the Alley once explained to me.” Jazz nodded. This would make it simpler. “Are you that? Ace?”

Jazz hummed, tilting her head. “I don’t know.” She shrugged. “Never actually cared about labeling things. I just know that there are things others care about that I don’t.”

“So you never…?”

“Being ace and having sex are not mutually exclusive.” She finally looked up at him. She wasn’t sure what she was expecting, but his intense blue eyes made her blush and look away. “But no. I haven’t slept with anybody before.”

“Not interested?”

His voice was soft. And didn’t let her guess what he thought about it.

Jazz wasn’t going to lie, she had never considered that her lack of experience in sex, or lack of interest whatsoever, could become an issue in their relationship. She wasn’t looking for a relationship in the first place, so she didn’t plan for the scenario that her partner thought her disinterest in sex would be a dealbreaker.

Would it be for Jason?

“I don’t know,” she admitted out loud. “I’ve never— I was always too busy, and investing time in something I don’t actually need always felt like a waste of effort.”

He snorted. “Nerd.”

“But it’s true!” She giggled, letting her shoulders relax. She resumed playing with his hand. “It’s not that I wouldn’t have sex, ever; but more like I don’t… care? Sexual attraction was never in my priority list when looking for a partner.”

He hummed, considering her words.

“But I guess if you are interested I wouldn’t mind it? If it’s with you it’s fine.” She shrugged. She knew there were names and labels for the nuances of how she regarded sexuality, but she didn’t research a lot. Once she understood what she felt was normal and had a term, it was enough for her.

He gently dislodged his hand from her to move his arm around her shoulders, trapping her into a half hug, and squishing her face against his naked chest. She placed a hand on the skin, admiring how warm he was, and vaguely tracing a few of the scars she found there. Mostly healed cuts and barely visible scratches, but she spied a gunshot wound closer to his shoulder.

“That’s enough for me.” He finally said, his voice rumbling in her ear. “And if that changes let me know.”

Warmth bloomed in her chest, making her cheeks burn and her eyes water. Any worry she managed to amass since the conversation started had completely vanished, washed away by those simple words. Fearing rejection over something so simple felt silly after what they have already been through, but the confirmation that he cared hit her like a freight train.

“For the record,” Jazz said, her voice a bit choked from emotion, “I do find you very attractive.”

He squeezed her a little, his soft chuckles vibrating under his skin. “Of course, I’m such a catch.”

“A complete snack.” She smiled up at him.

“A straight up hottie.”

Both giggled, faces close. Jazz was leaning more onto Jason, relishing on his warmth — seriously, this man was a furnace — shuffling a little bit so she could reach his lips.

They kissed softly, not really in a hurry to take things anywhere else.

“I’ve been wanting to do that the whole afternoon.” He said when they parted.

Jazz smiled, readjusting herself so she could kiss him more comfortably, grabbing his hair with her free hand. “Me too.” She said against his lips. “You look so cute when you are annoyed.”

“I’m not cute.” He bit her lower lip. “And you should warn me the next time you go all Dracula on me.”

Jazz groaned and moved away, back to her place under the covers, flustered. “I already said I’m sorry!”

He followed, also getting under the blankets so he could pull her body closer to his chest, successfully trapping her in his arms.

“Just saying, if you need to bite someone I’m game but I need to be mentally prepared.”

He was ready for her fight to get out of his arms, so he trapped her lips when she turned to retaliate. Jazz made angry noises against his lips, but eventually caved and kissed him back, relaxing a little.

“I hate you.”

“No, you don’t.”

And she really didn’t, she thought, deciding to drop the topic and let herself be distracted by what he could do with his mouth.

***

Saturday morning in Wayne manor was peaceful. Jason was having shapeless dreams he wouldn’t remember when he woke up, comfortable in the warmth provided by the body in his arms.

And then that peace and quiet was completely shattered.

“What the hell?”

Jason opened his eyes, already cursing himself for sleeping so deeply he didn’t detect the presence in the room.

“I haul my ass as fast as I can because of a worrying and cryptic message,” the voice continued, getting angrier and louder as he spoke, “to find you like— Like— ugh!”

“Danny?” Jazz sat up on the bed, rushing to get out of the covers.

“And he’s naked. Great.”

Jason tried to make his brain work, but it felt like it had been replaced with cotton. He reached for the night table, but of course he didn’t have his knife. Because this wasn’t his apartment. Right. They were at the Manor.

“Do you have any idea how worried I was when I couldn’t find you?” Jason turned to look at the new person, finding Jazz's brother standing there. He was shorter than he expected, and also scrawnier. “I thought— Jazz, do you know where you are exactly?”

“Danny—” She stood up, yelped, and immediately fell back to the bed.

“What happened?” He pointed at her very obviously bandaged foot.

“I fell.”

Danny looked unimpressed. He raised one eyebrow. “And it hasn’t healed?”

“It’s a long story.” Jazz sighed, turned towards Jason. “He is—”

“You know what? I’m not awake enough for this.” The brother interrupted, raising his arms to make a statement. “See you downstairs.”

With that, Danny stomped towards the bedroom door, walked outside and stomped down the hallways without caring about closing the door behind him.

A few tense seconds passed.

“Charming.”

Jazz huffed. “He’s not usually that cranky.” She stretched her arms over her head, sighing. “I guess it’s time to face the music.”

Jason nodded and told her to wait on the bed as he got dressed again.

Weird. Last night he felt like his skin was going to burst when he got undressed, waiting for Jazz to come out of the bathroom. Maybe it was the conversation they had, or maybe it was how easy things became when Jazz was with him; but right then he couldn’t see how sharing a bed with her managed to make him so nervous. It felt silly and childish to care about something like that, especially when he had been intimate with people before.

Jazz felt different. Like he had more to lose. He already had decided he would do and would be whatever she needed and if that meant not ever sleeping together he was ready to accept it.

He knew the conversation wasn’t over regarding the topic, and he had a million more questions, but they could wait for when they weren’t about to walk down for breakfast in his childhood home.

Once he was ready, he picked Jazz up in his arms like the previous night, enjoying her red cheeks and sneaking kisses just because he could.

She mostly stayed put, but right before he made the turn towards the kitchen, she grabbed his head and pulled him down for a deeper kiss, her tongue teasing his lips briefly before she let him go.

“Whatever happens,” she whispered, “please remember I'm the same person.”

Huh. Ominous.

The kitchen was the same as it always was — Alfred's personal haven, where he only allowed the worthy to enter or even assist with cooking.

Right then, the old man watched, entranced, as Danny made wide gestures and huffed and paced around the enormous kitchen, one of Tim's gigantic coffee cups in hand.

“ — and I told him he could shove it where the sun doesn’t shine!” Danny took a sip of the coffee. He looked stressed and not really aware of his surroundings. He probably just picked a cup and got absorbed into his monologue. “But guess what, there’s no sun in the Realms! So he just looked at me like I was an idiot!”

Alfred hummed, a smile teasing his lips.

“I know right?” Danny grumbled, looking at his cup. “Hey do you have a refill, Mr… oh crap I forgot to ask for your name.”

“Alfred Pennyworth, mister.”

“Alfred.” The young man nodded enthusiastically. “Very british. I’ll remember that.”

Someone snorted, coming in from behind Jazz and Jason frozen at the door. This made Danny turn towards his new audience, grimacing when he saw his sister in Jason’s arms.

“You!” He shouted, pointing a finger at his sister.

“Me.” She answered, letting Jason place her on one of the stools at the big kitchen island.

Danny stomped towards the other side of the island.

“You!” He growled. “Don’t you ever do this to me again!” He slammed the empty coffee cup on the marble surface. Miraculously the porcelain didn’t even crack. “I thought another crazy billionaire had kidnapped you to make you fight me to the death, and I find you canoodling with this— this— this guy!!”

Jason didn’t even take offense. The display was entertaining enough. Also, what was that about “another” crazy billionaire kidnapping Jazz? To fight to the death?

“Hello Danny.” Jazz said calmly. “As I was trying to tell you before, this is Jason,” she made a gesture towards him, but didn’t tear her eyes from her brother, “and he’s my boyfriend.”

The younger man’s face went through the five stages of grief in a matter of seconds. His eyes flashed green for a moment, before he closed them and swallowed. When he opened them again, he was glaring at Jason instead.

“Jazz.”

“Yeah?” She answered, giving her thanks to Alfred when he placed a fresh cup in front of her.

Jason accepted his own cup, vaguely registering Dick taking a seat next to him. Or Bruce choosing to become as invisible as he could and shuffle around the kitchen toward where Alfred observed the showdown from a safe distance.

“Jasmine.”

“Daniel.” She sipped her cup, grimacing a bit. She wasn’t a huge fan of coffee. “Hey, did you bring my medicine?”

Still glaring, he reached inside his chest, casually pulling out a little white box. There was something made of glass inside clinking when he slid it across the island for Jazz to catch. When she opened it, six fresh vials of Lazarus Waters glowed inside.

“Six?” She noticed. “They look really good.”

“Had a good batch this time.” He nodded, his glare losing intensity under the praise. But immediately glared at Jason again as if remembering he was supposed to be mad. “And don’t change the topic.”

“What topic?” Jazz ignored her brother while she picked one of the vials, uncorked it and poured the contents in her cup.

Jason crossed stares with Bruce, speechless as both watched Jazz drink the whole thing in one go. She made a face.

“It’s better with tea.”

“Oh don’t you start.”

“Start what?” She winced. Her eyes started glowing a bright green. She looked in pain for a moment, but as quickly as it came, it was gone.

“Jazz.”

“Danny.” She checked her cup was empty, turning it upside down over her waiting open mouth. A few drops fell on her tongue.

The younger brother slammed his hands on the marble. “Stop ignoring me!” He complained. “And explain yourself. What’s with Mr Muscles over there? What the hell have you been doing?”

Jazz softly placed the cup on the island. She folded her hands, and finally looked at her brother. “I told you. He’s my boyfriend.”

“Jazzy, Jazzy, we talked about this,” Danny grabbed his hair in despair. “You have terrible taste in men.”

“Excuse me?”

“Is this going to be like Johnny? Is that it? A bad boy with a motorcycle and leather jacket makes eyes at you and that’s all it takes?” Danny glanced at Jason. “No offense.”

“None taken.” He wasn’t sure he was supposed to speak, but did anyway. Danny was hilarious.

Dick choked on his coffee.

“He’s not like Johnny.” Jazz defended herself. “Jason is—”

“Or maybe like the other one?” Danny interrupted. “What’s-his-name— David! Yeah. Is this a repeat of that one?”

It was Jazz’s time to slam her hands on the marble. “He is not like him!”

Danny bristled, a soft hissing sound blooming in his throat. “Are you sure? Because that one— what was the report? Dislocated shoulder and a shattered hand?”

“I told you I didn’t need your help!” Jazz bristled as well, exposing her fangs in an angry hiss. “And he is not the same!”

“That’s what you said the last time!!” Somehow Danny became taller. Was he floating? His pitch black hair moved like hit by an invisible breeze, too. “No offense.”

Jason didn’t know if he should laugh or intervene. “None taken.” He assured again, controlling his smile.

“And you the one to talk?!” Jazz’s hands tensed. “Should we talk about your horrible taste in women? Huh?”

“Don’t you—!”

“Paulina!”

“It was in highschool!” Danny growled. “What are you—”

“Valerie!” She growled back. The sound wasn’t animalistic, but still not quite human. Jason had never heard something like that, even less coming from the chest of his sweet girlfriend.

“What about her!”

“She tried to kill you!”

“But she never succeeded!” Danny bared his fangs. “And we are cool now!”

What was even happening?

“Sam!”

“Hey!”

“She killed you!” Jazz’s hair started to float, too, right the moment her eyes glowed green again. “Twice!”

That was apparently going too far. Danny’s growl escalated to a full on roar, his body now floating closer to the ceiling. They could see his tapered ears and sharp fangs on full display.

Jazz glared at him from her seat, her hair rising and falling on beat with her heavy breathing; fangs bared and clawed hands raised, ready to fight her own brother. She opened her arms and exposed her chest, making Jason wonder what was about to happen.

In a blink of an eye, all hostility was gone from Danny as he floated towards his sister faster than the human eye could follow — one moment he was on the other side of the island and close to the tall ceiling, and the next he was hugging his sister like his life depended on it.

“I missed you.” His voice was choked and muffled, but the emotion in it was obvious.

“I know.” Jazz circled her arms around Danny like it was the most natural thing in the world. She pressed him tight against her body, her head on top of his, rubbing her cheek against his hair. “I missed you too.”

Everyone held their breaths, waiting to see what Danny would say, but the young man was out cold. Soft snores resonated in the otherwise silent kitchen.

Jazz cleared her throat. Her smile was radiant and warm, like they usually were, as she turned to look at Jason. “Can I put him in your room? He will probably nap for a few more hours.”

Dazzled, Jason just nodded and watched as she hopped down the stool on her — previously — injured ankle and quickly made her exit from the kitchen while easily carrying her brother.

Bruce cleared his throat when they stopped hearing her soft steps. “So…”

“Yeah.” Jason licked his lips and decided to take a sip of his own cup of coffee. It was lukewarm. “That’s, uh... That’s her brother.”

He looked down to where Jazz slammed her hands, finding a crack on the marble. It wasn’t enough to compromise the structure, but it wasn’t small either.

Choosing not to bring attention to that fact, he just sipped his coffee and ignored the barrage of questions from the others. It wasn’t like he knew the answers anyway.

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[din-miller]

Soft edges, gentle touch

Pairing: Wrecker x f!reader

Word count: 1.1k

Summary: Years after settling down on Pabu with each other, Wrecker has started gaining weight, becoming softer. You didn’t realize how self conscious he’s become about the change in his body. Once you find out, you try and convince him that you’re still insanely attractive to him

Warnings: insecure wrecker, weight gain, hurt/comfort, married couple, life in Pabu, implications to sexy times, I love wrecker and he needs to be appreciated more okay

A/N: I also wrote one for Hunter.

You kick the front door of your house open, awkwardly balancing on one leg as the groceries in your arm threats to take a nosedive onto the floor. You huff and lean back to try and right the bag you're holding against your chest, only supported by one hand underneath it.

“Whoa, cyare, careful,” Wrecker grabs the bag from you with one hand and the other is quick to wrap around your back to steady you, then, not surprisingly his hand wonders down to your ass, giving it a squeeze, “I thought you were going out to get us dinner, not buy the entire market!”

Thanking him, you properly close the front door, locking it despite knowing how safe Pabu is. You remember that one time where Crosshair wanted to prove a point about how locking the front door is crucial to your survival. He even snuck in one night and you woke up to him looming over you, smirking like he just proved a point. Which he did, you had to admit.

You’re still not sure if his nose ever properly healed correctly. Wrecker constantly jokes about how much he wished his brother was chewing on a toothpick at that moment. It’s a morbid sense of humour the Batch has, truly.

You try to reach for the groceries again but Wrecker is already walking towards the kitchen.

Figures.

You kicked off your shoes and followed him, appreciating the sight in front of you. He’s gone soft around the edges since he and the boys decided to settle down. Life away from war and blaster fire. You had met him shortly afterwards, he offered to help carry an armchair to your place. You had denied out of kindness at first, but he was ever so persistent in helping. It didn’t take you long to cave.

You’ll admit it, watching the way his arms flex, shoulder wide and back a mountain of muscle was a sight you had admired instantly. And the following days, weeks, months and years.

Now, three years after having met the love of your life you’ve begun to notice the softness around his hips, stomach and chest. The way his muscles are still very prominent, even underneath his shirts, but they weren’t as big as they once were.

It’s not a kink or anything like that. It’s knowing he’s able to relax and have proper meals; that you’re providing him food and healthy nutritions outside of his usual ration packs that make your heart skip every time you’re able to run your hands across the softness of his body.

You’re allowed to blatantly admire it too. You openly stare, sometimes lustfully, sometimes not, but it’s a daily admiration — an hourly admiration if you’re being honest.

So when Wrecker goes to put something up on the highest self, his shirt riding up enough to give you a clear view of the small belly resting just above his pants, you give a low whistle. You wonder if you could talk him into a little make out session and ignore the groceries for the time being.

But instead of his usual response; turning around and winking at you, he tenses. Muscles stiff and face angled away from you as his arms drop to his sides. You frown, baffled at his response.

“Babe?”

He doesn’t reply right away, but when he does reply it’s timid, “Do you still see me the same way you used to?”

You raise your brow, a playful grin forming on your lips, “You mean; smart, kind, a wonderful sense of humour-,”

“Attractive,” He cuts you off, turning slightly towards you, voice low. Self conscious, “Tech sent over the pictures from his wedding. I… I didn’t realise I'd gotten so…” Wrecker scratched the back of his head, eyes still avoiding yours, “Chubby.”

Your grin falls down into a frown, taking back at his question, at why he’d ever think of using the word chubby to describe himself. Realization hits you like a punch in the gut; while you’ve been admiring his softer form you never really took into account how Wrecker views the changes in his body.

Some partner you are.

You round the kitchen island taking Wrecker’s hand in yours, squeezing it, “I love you, I love your body, I love that you’re healthy because that’s what you are. You’re not fat, not chubby, you’re healthy,” You cup his cheek, tilting his head down until your eyes meet, “Wrecker you are beautiful.”

He sighs, taking your hand and draping it over his shoulder, giving him access to your inner elbow where his lips press a delicate kiss to your skin, “I’m being silly, aren’t I?”

“No, my love,” Your fingers lightly trail over the scars across the side of his head, “You’re still adjusting to a normal lifestyle away from being a clone. It’s a lot of change to deal with, mentally and physically. You’ve gained weight, so have I; it’s called getting older and I for one don’t want to grow old and flabby with anyone other than you.”

“I age faster.”

“I guess it’s a good thing I find salt and pepper insanely attractive.” You sent him a saucy wink.

Confusion paints his face, “Mesh’la, I’m bald and all my attempts at growing a beard have ended with poor results. The only hair on my body is-,” His eyes widened and a blush spreads across his cheeks, “Oh, i-I see, you’re talking about my pubs.”

You shake your head, laughing, “Yes, Wrecker, I’m talking about your pubs… In all seriousness, I’ll never see you any differently than the man I love beyond measure. Whether that be old, flabby and grumpy or muscular, lean and childlike; I’ll love it all. I want it all.”

“You have it all,” He leans into your hand, a pleased noise coming from his throat when your thumb brushes across the scar on the bridge of his nose, “I love you too, my beautiful wife.”

“Enough to forget the groceries and make out with me against the counter?”

Strong arms wrap around your waist and suddenly you’re being lifted up and set down the island, his lips already hungrily seeking out yours before you can squeal at being manhandled by your husband. You hum against his lips, tongue darting out to run over the seams of his, asking permission which is given instantly as his mouth parts and you're suddenly overcome with the taste of him, drinking it all in with a soft moan.

You know Wrecker will still struggle with the changes in his body, as you will your own, but you have him and he has you. It’ll all be okay.

#the bad batch #wrecker x reader #tbb wrecker #tbb wrecker x reader #tbb #tbb fic #justice joy writes #set in Pabu #married couple | the bad batch

[dark-and-kawaii]

HA Fiend here with that that gift for you and guccitrashbags! I wrote a prequel to your first soft Haarlep that spun off into the delightful series it is now. A part 0, if you will. 🤭

This was hardly the first time Haarlep had seen her ill at ease. After all, Tav was a mortal soul living in the Hells and the truly fearless rarely tend to last long here. Even so, Tav had always, eventually, recovered. It wasn't a brazen defiance that hardened her like infernal iron or some kind of self-confident assurance she'd prevail that kept her as steady as a stony cliff face against the battering waves of the sea - though the incubus knew she was more than capable of drawing from both. Generally, it seemed Tav drew from what could only be described as a subtle kind of stubbornness. She was less the towering oak that would resist the winds of the storm until its trunk splintered, but rather the blossom bending in those winds. For all the blossom's perceived fragility, it endured and refused to be uprooted; it would choose to adapt however it saw fit, sprouting thorns to pierce any who'd try to harm it with force, perhaps changing which direction it grew when need be, but never letting go of whatever it chose to grasp among its roots - what it chose to make a part of its foundation.

Now though, as Haarlep looked upon Tav's sleeping form, she was curling into herself, her face contorted in fear and sadness, and her whole body was shaking...

It was as if Tav was wilting and shriveling up into herself.

And that sight felt so very wrong.

Haarlep isn't sure when they had reached out - it certainly hadn't been a conscious decision - nor were they sure if it had been the tip of their claws or their tail that had brushed against her first, just that the brief featherlight touch had been enough for her to awaken with a start. For a time, Tav just stared blankly ahead, her eyes wide but seeing nothing. When she finally looked over to Haarlep, the incubus realized that they had frozen the moment she had jolted awake, as if afraid that at the slightest movement she'd scare like the 'little mouse' they so often called her - though the words had long since become more a term of endearment than the playful condescension it had started as. Before Haarlep had the chance to worry over what they must look like, what their expression might be giving away, Tav threw herself into the fiend's arms, burying her face into their chest.

After a few shaky breaths, she answered the question Haarlep had been debating how to ask, "I was back on the nautiloid again."

Ah, so that's what she had been dreaming about.

The incubus waited a beat for Tav to continue, still at a loss for what to do, but when she remained silent Haarlep brought their wings to wrap around her shaking frame. She tensed at first and Haarlep almost withdrew before they felt Tav all but completely ease against them.

Mind finally catching up with the situation at hand, Haarlep couldn't help the bemusement they felt at the whole ordeal. Tav knew better than to let herself be so openly vulnerable before a fiend, or at least she should. Eventually, though, her breathing evened out, indicating the little mouse had fallen asleep in the claws of the cat.

Or, rather a cat.

Later, when letting her relax within their embrace had almost become a norm between the two, Haarlep would wonder if maybe they should have known better, too. If they should have known that Raphael would inevitably find out. If they should have known how the master of the house would react.

*gasps* I-I don’t even know where to start, like truly I’m at a loss for words because this was literally everything!!!

Something you did that is a huge favorite of mine, personally, is the use of sensory imagery.

“Haarlep isn't sure when they had reached out it certainly hadn't been a conscious decision- nor were they sure if it had been the tip of their claws or their tail that had brushed against her first, just that the brief featherlight touch had been enough for her to awaken with a start.” <- to me, this adds so much depth to a story. Especially in this scenario since Haarlep is trying to figure things out.

The way Tav seeks comfort in Haarlep's embrace shows the trust she has in Haarlep and I can just picture their face when she buries herself into them.

Allllsoooo another thing!!! Tavs resilience, depicted not as a loud battle cry but as a quiet, enduring whisper, resonates deeply by comparing her to a "blossom bending in the winds," you evoke a sense of grace in survival and an acceptance of change as an essential part of her.

Sorry I’m kinda all over the place with complimenting your writing/gift!!!!

I love how tender yet dangerous this is because she’s still with a Fiend, but because she trusts them it comes off as a tender moment; “The little mouse had fallen alseep in the cats claws”

*chefs kiss* ( ੭ ˘ ³˘)੭‎°｡⋆♡‧₊˚

Everyone please give Ha Fiend a round of applause!!! They truly deserve it!!!

Also a big big big fan of metaphors and similes!!! Bravo *claps* you did an excellent job!!!!

I will 100% be rereading this tonight before I crash out for the night!!! Thank you so much for this lovely present!!! I’m going to cherish it!!!

And if it’s okay with you I’d like to add this on my masterlist so everyone else can enjoy it as well and know how awesome you are!!! It ties in perfectly with the story!!! Especially as a part 0!!!

I say it every time and I’m sorry if it’s getting old, but I love you and cherish you Ha Fiend. I hope the world is treating you right, because you reallllllly deserve it.

- 𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝒦𝒾𝓌𝒾 𝓍𝑜𝓍𝑜

#bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #Haarlep #haarlep x tav #ha fiend #Haarlep anon

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My Lovely Detective II

— PAIRING: Patrick Bateman x Fem!Detective!OC

— CO-WRITER: @iron-flavored-lipgloss

— CONTAINS: Non-con drug use & touching, kidnapping, gags.

— WORDS: 3k

— A/N: Thank you for your support! 💗💗💗

— LINKS: [MASTERLIST]; [SERIES MASTERLIST]; [AO3].

Dinner

After nearly two weeks of exhaustive research, seeking additional evidence, and hints to challenge Bateman in their impending meeting, Andrea had finally reached the day of their scheduled dinner—an opportunity to probe deeper with her questions. 

Indeed, it had been a testing period for Andrea, as her sleep was sporadic, and her mind was in overdrive, driven by the conviction that Bateman was hiding his true self. Even after numerous discussions with Kimball, her suspicions had only intensified. Amid this, Andrea began to exhibit subtle behavioral changes, ones that even her boyfriend Derek picked up on. However, she reassured him, attributing it to her work pressure.

'Was it?'

When Andrea arrived at the restaurant, Bateman was waiting for her outside. New York looked amazing in the dark time and it suited Patrick so much that the detective just stood aside and admired him for a moment. 

"Mr. Bateman! I hope I didn't keep you waiting too long!" The brunette chirped as she came closer. Her cheap coat was not warm and the dress was even cheaper, but this was the best dress she had, since she hated this kind of clothes.

"It's no problem." For once, the man was being honest, because he had made some preparations. 

First of all, he had chosen a cheap restaurant, the kind of place where he or any of his colleagues wouldn't be seen under normal circumstances.  Cheap by his elitist standards, of course. 'My lovely detective would be embarrassed by the price list anyway.' 

Second, Patrick had called the restaurant himself instead of Jean, giving him the opportunity to place the reservation under an alias. This was also the reason why he had arrived early, when he usually preferred to have his dates wait for him. Now 'Mr. Thompson' had already checked in and the detective would never hear about the false name. This time, Patrick really wanted to make sure that his presence in this place would be impossible for Kimball or anyone else to verify. He wanted to erase this date from Jean's notes as well. 

In his pockets was Rohypnol, ground to powder. A drug so strong she wouldn't even notice her way back to his apartment. But he wouldn't do anything to her until she wasn't fully conscious again, no. He wanted her to be so terribly aware of her situation.

Observing the woman who sat unsuspecting before him, Patrick took in the details of her attire. Her dress, which stirred a wave of disdain in him, and her shoes, of mock leather that rankled his senses, were noted with a critic's eye. Despite his distaste for her choices, a sense of unsettling calm washed over Patrick with the forethought of what was to come. Each element of her visage kindled within him an uncomfortable response, a feeling he grappled to understand, even as he plotted its demise.

"I've already checked our table, it has a very atmospheric placement. Let's go inside, shall we?"

The atmosphere inside the restaurant was amazing, Andrea had never been in places like this before, so when they took their table and the waiter brought them the menu, the detective visibly tensed in her seat.

"I'm not really hungry," the woman explained after looking through the countless dishes. "I think I'll just have some coffee, since I didn't come here to eat, but to ask you more questions."

With that, Andrea took out her beloved black notebook and put it on the table, almost dropping the glass of mineral water that was close by, but she pretended nothing had happened.

"So, I've been talking to Mr. Kimball about his conversation with Bethany's boyfriend and I've learned a lot of interesting information," the detective gave Bateman a small smile, noticing his slightly nervous movements as he adjusted his tie. "Bethany's boyfriend said that you and Bethany broke up because you didn't want children, while Bethany wanted a family. Is that true?"

Andrea brushed her curly hair and placed them on her shoulder, exposing her collarbone without even realizing it, the curve of her heavy breasts even more noticeable as she leaned down on the table as she waited for Patrick's answer.

'Was that the reason?' It seemed likely, and Patrick tried to remember, but admittedly it could have been him sleeping with other girls - did Bethany ever consider him to be faithful?

"Yes. I was never interested in building that kind of family, so of course that was an obstacle to a future together."  Patrick swallowed hard, but for once it was not the fear of being caught - the thought always lingered in the back of his mind. 

It was an innocent movement of hers that caught his attention - her wild hair swayed back, drawing his gaze to the now fully exposed cleavage. It was not a modest sight compared to the suit, and Patrick told himself that the heat that washed over his body was just irritation at her slutty attitude. 

‘What a cheap way to distract me’,  but he had to admit that for all the things she lacked in his eyes, her breasts looked perfect. 

Up until now he had wanted to drug her to torture and kill her, she wasn't his type (and why would he settle for that when he could have anyone else?), but now other fantasies found their way into his mind… Patrick was suddenly very grateful for the waiter who came their way.

The detective was busy writing down Bateman's comments when the waiter came to their table. "Are you ready to order, sir?" The waiter asked, looking attentively at Patrick and then at Andrea.

"I'll have a double cappuccino," Andrea replied, handing him the menu. "And maybe another glass of water."

The waiter - a young man with a perfect smile - nodded a little confused. "Ma'am, how about some dessert to go with the coffee?"

Frowning, she put her notebook aside and looked at the waiter, her slight irritation palpable in the air. "No, just coffee and water, please."

"Are you sure? The charcoal cake with durian cream is outrageous here! No, please — be my guest," Patrick said with a condescending smile.

Without even giving the detective a chance to answer, he had already instructed the waiter, along with the usual J&B for himself. Actually, he did not care much for culinary pleasures, let alone sweets, but he had chosen the most expensive option among the desserts. 

Perhaps he could disguise the drug as powdered sugar instead? But either way, Miss Moore had been far too observant so far. "Anything else you want to know about my love life?"

Bateman's question only made the detective smile and chuckle, his arrogant manner and self-centeredness amusing to her.

"Mr. Bateman, I already got the point that you're very successful with women, I really did," she paused and took a sip of water. "But did you say you were engaged? I think you did during our first meeting in your office."

'Not that I really care, but maybe it can trigger him to give me more information.'

"Does your fiancée know you keep in touch with your ex-girlfriend?" Andrea asked. Right after that, the waiter brought them their drinks. "Thank you." The waiter grinned at them and went to get their dishes.

The detective felt a strange thrill of the rush, as if she was getting closer to solving the mystery of Patrick Bateman, and all the knowledge she got from Mr. Kimball only fuelled her passion for it.

"Yes, I am indeed engaged." His attempt to confuse her had backfired terribly and it was impossible for Patrick to keep his voice neutral. He only managed not to reveal the growing level of aggression he was feeling towards her by taking a deep sip from the finely polished whiskey glass.

'Oh, that little bitch, I'm going to make her cry tears of pain and remorse.'

"I don't think my fiancée would care. After all, nothing had happened between me and Bethany, and my intentions were of a friendly nature."

Evelyn not caring about any of this was probably true, but not for the reason Patrick gave the detective. She was probably dating Timothy Price today. 

"Some people are still faithful these days, you know. Is that what you believe in? Then you wouldn't have to explain this dinner to your partner."

The moment Bateman mentioned her partner, something heavy dropped in her gut. What the hell?

"I'm committed to relationships based on love and trust," Andrea replied, the broad smile never leaving her face. "But I don't think it can really work with guys like you, since yuppies change their dates like gloves."

The tone of her voice was more aggressive than annoyed, but she didn't like how it sounded anyway. Besides, the heat that suddenly coursed through her body from his unexpected question made her blush, and the only good option now was to excuse herself and go to the bathroom.

"If you excuse me, I have to use the bathroom." And with that Andrea retreated, but she didn't forget to take all her stuff with her.

'So, she has someone waiting for her…'

Patrick stared at her back (or rather her ass), somewhat stunned by this little outburst. Of course, he only cared because it would mean another person worried about Detective Moore's whereabouts. Hopefully she wasn't as much of a blabbermouth as Bethany had turned out to be. 

'Once I'm done with her, not even her boyfriend will want to take her back,' he thought darkly, her disparaging view of yuppies bothering him much more than it should. 'Screw love and trust.'

The woman's fate would soon be sealed. Rohypnol was a hell of a drug, robbing its victims of the ability to move and talk for hours, to the point of losing their minds - long enough to take her body back to his apartment. 

Making sure no one was paying attention to him, Patrick finally took the opportunity to stir the drug into both the rest of her coffee and the water. He could only hope that she would choose one or the other, but he was confident enough. After all, why would she waste something that cost the price of her awful dress?

Meanwhile in the bathroom…

'Fucking bastard,' Andrea kept repeating to herself as she washed her hands. Before the woman left the bathroom, she looked at her reflection, motivating herself to be strong and not to let this narcissistic king trap her in his net.

After a few minutes, the woman came back to their table and found Bateman talking sweetly to some random woman, but the moment the detective took her seat, he stopped his conversation and his full attention was on her again.

"I think I forgot to ask you the most important question," Andrea stated abruptly, picking up her cup of coffee. "Where were you the day Bethany disappeared?" A small sip of cappuccino made her think that it was a little sweeter than before, but the woman condemned herself for being paranoid. "I'm interested in the part of the day that followed your dinner with her."

Smirking, Andrea drank her coffee with double effort because it was so damn tasty — it was abnormally tasty.

"I believe I was returning some videotapes. Or maybe I just went straight home." Patrick didn't take his eyes off her, watching the woman's every move. 

There was a crucial point, a very sudden one, where the drug would take effect. And since he didn't want to attract attention, he would have to leave the scene quickly, as if leading a drunk on his arm. Just outside the restaurant, he had parked a rental car. Never before had Patrick given so much deliberation to a crime, his style was usually impulsive, and in that sense she got special treatment. It bothered him, the sheer effort that had already gone into planning this. 

But he would make it worth it.

"It's already late at night. I don't know what really happened to Bethany... Are you going to find a safe way home?" he said casually, noticing the unnatural fluttering of her eyelids, and for the first time that day Patrick felt a cold certainty calming his nerves.  "I could always give you a ride, not a big deal."

It was strange when Andrea suddenly felt so tired and exhausted as if she had just run a sprint. "What... what did you say?" She mumbled incoherently and rubbed her eyes. "Can you...repeat...please?"

The surrounding sounds faded into the void, her eyes were so heavy that she could barely keep them open, and the way Bateman was smiling right now made her think that she was so fucked up. Time stopped for her when the woman almost fell on the table, but she managed to lean on her elbows. 

Before she blacked out, Andrea took one last look at her empty coffee cup. "Bastard...you..."

And then she fell into the abyss.

In a rare moment of sincerity, Patrick finally let his facade slip - his face showing an expression of undisguised triumph. It was the last thing Detective Andrea Moore must have noticed before she collapsed, cursing him in vain with the last of her strength. 

Where he would normally have used his Amex card, Patrick now threw a more than generous amount of cash on the table. 

'Consider it a gift, buddy,' Bateman thought to himself, looking around for the waiter who had served them, before lifting Andrea, who was completely unconscious.

Seconds later, a dimly lit silhouette made its way through the cold night air of New York, Manhattan. He held a smaller figure close to his body, a gesture the unassuming eye would consider romantic. In reality, she was a dead weight in his arms, and Patrick could easily lift her onto one of the back seats like a crash dummy. 

Once in a good mood, he turned on the radio —  One Way or Another by Blondie — was playing, and made his way through the dense traffic of the never-sleeping city. 

It took them an hour to reach the American Gardens Building, and she hadn't moved a muscle the entire time.

Getting past the security guard was also ridiculously easy - the man, already half asleep, didn't bother to keep an eye on Patrick's female acquaintances. 

Now Detective Moore was lying on the white couch, her hair spread out and her dress pulled up, exposing part of her plump thighs. Coat and shoes were completely missing. 

Patrick hadn't bothered to tie her up.

There was something primal about chasing down his victims, trying to run and escape when it was far too late for them. It excited him. However, he had gagged her with one of his least favorite ties (a gift from Sean), not wanting to deal with the verbal expressions of her initial shock. 

'I bet she's a screamer.'  

Sitting across from her in his treasured Barcelona chair, leaning back with his legs elegantly crossed and Detective Moore's notebook in his hand like the most interesting novel, Patrick waited for her to regain consciousness. It seemed to mimic an interview all over again, only this time the roles would be reversed. There was no paperwork on the glass table in front of him, just a cutting knife that had never been used for cooking.

The moment Andrea opened her eyes, she saw nothing but a perfectly white ceiling above her. Then she tried to turn her head, but the sharp pain pierced her temples just as she was about to do so.

"Mmmhm!" The detective whimpered breathlessly, unaware that she was gagged.

Her mind was still foggy and everything was doubled in her eyes, making it hard to understand what the hell was going on, but when a familiar scent of expensive cologne hit her nose, the woman pushed herself up on her elbows and the image she saw almost coaxed her back into unconsciousness.

Bateman, sitting arrogantly in the leather chair with her notebook in his manicured hands, his hazel eyes now as dark as the night sky and his nostrils flaring with the thrill of the rush. 

'What a reckless woman I am!' Andrea cursed herself, but she still didn't try to run away, even when she found out that she wasn't tied up. 'No, that would be too easy and it doesn't work that way.'

And then a wicked idea came into her cloudy mind. Slowly, she opened her legs a little wider, pretending not to notice that her skirt had been hiked up and fighting the growing embarrassment in her chest.

‘I have to do it if I want to stay alive. I have to distract him any way I can!’

Not being a man of self-control, Patrick couldn't help but let his eyes immediately wander between her spread legs. She wasn't wearing any tights under her dress, which was unprofessional, and it gave him a direct view of her panties. 

Patrick gritted his teeth, both disgusted and aroused by the act, and remembered once again his intense desire to teach her a lesson. 

'Of course she is acting slutty now. But if she thinks she can be that good to save her life - maybe I'll let her try.'

In a few smooth moves, he crossed the distance between them, grabbed the back of the couch and leaned closer to her face. She looked even smaller now, trapped in this position, and yet she didn't seem fragile. Her eyes met his own with a certain defiance that was exciting, Patrick had to admit. 

But it also made him even more angry. 

"You think I'm interested in that?" And in a crude gesture, he pressed his hand against the thin fabric of her underwear, his big hand cupping her pussy completely and pushing the dress up past her broad hips.

"I've killed women far more beautiful than you… what should make you any different?” He murmured in her ear, in a tone that couldn't decide whether it was a threat or an invitation…

P.S. Thank you for reading until the end! You can follow my side blog @makeyoumineagain and my amazing co-writer @iron-flavored-lipgloss and turn on notifications to know when we update!

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Mine - Chapter 5

Summary: Joel goes to an event in town with Y/N and gets jealous of how easily Negan seems to make Y/N happy. In the name of making Y/N happy, Negan attempts to build a friendship with Joel. 

Characters: Joel Miller (TLOU), Negan (TWD), the reader (OC, third person), Ellie Williams (TLOU), Tommy Miller (TLOU),  Maria Miller (TLOU), etc.

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45115177/chapters/114385825

Warnings: Swearing, angst, etc.

Notes: Nothing too extensive this chapter, thank you to those that have supported this story! Gif Credits: @manny-jacinto & @jdmorganz​

“Everything is going to be okay,” Y/N coached Joel as they walked to the bar in town seeing that his eyes were staring down at the ground. The last thing that Joel wanted to do was be a very social person. They were having a small celebration there and Tommy had asked them to come. After work, Joel just preferred to come home and relax. It helped him unwind and he liked being comfortable in his own home. Being in a group of people never really appealed to him and Y/N could see that he was trying to talk himself down. Reaching out her hand, she slid hers into Joel’s and felt him tense against her touch. Turning his head, Joel looked down and grasped her fingers in his. “We’ve got this.”

With a nod, Joel swallowed down hard and kept up with her while they walked. It had been a few weeks since he had promised her that he was going to do his best to be better. He was trying. He still had his moments where he would go back to his old ways, but she had to give him credit for the things that he did do. At least now she knew that Joel was taking a conscious effort to do things to make her feel like they were in an actual relationship together. And she appreciated that.

When they entered the bar, the loudness of the bar immediately made Joel cringe and his eyes sought out his brother. Joel was antisocial and she assumed that he was that way long before the world fell to shit. Joel’s grasp on her hand was strong as he led her through the bar when he spotted Tommy in the corner with Maria and others. Joel was on a mission to avoid the people in the town and he was making sure to do so.

Tommy specifically had a table for his group so Joel didn’t have to suffer much from things. For Y/N, it was more so trying to fit in with Joel and his family so that way she could make Joel comfortable. Usually she would be more social at things like this, but with Joel gripping onto her hand like he would never let go, there wasn’t many places that she could go.

“Look who finally decided to show up,” a voice boomed between the two of them, an arm hooking around both Y/N and Joel’s shoulders to pull them in close. The motion made Y/N laugh, but Joel grumbled when it was Negan that was hugging the both of them. “My favorite couple in this whole damn town.”

“I take offense to that,” Maria joked watching Negan’s face wrinkle up and he stuck his tongue out at her making her laugh along with Tommy.

“It’s so good to see the both of you,” Negan stammered, turning to press a kiss against Joel’s temple who let out an overwhelmed sound with how touchy-feely Negan actually was. When he was done, Negan did the same to Y/N before giving them both one big, final squeeze. Deep down, Y/N knew that Negan likely did that with Joel because he was just screwing with Joel knowing the kind of person that Joel was. Personal space was not something that Negan knew about and he did like making people feel uncomfortable at times. “I was hoping I would see the two of you tonight.”

“You’re drunk as a skunk, aren’t you?” Joel eyed over Negan, watching Negan pull up a seat to be close to both Joel and Y/N. Joel reached up to rub at his head where Negan had kissed making Negan snicker. Negan had clearly been there a while as he was rather sweaty and his smile expanded over his amused features.

“I am not actually. I haven’t had a drink since I was injured. With the pain medication, that’s not a great idea,” Negan informed Joel with a bob of his head, dragging his tongue out over his bottom lip. “I’m trying not to take as much of the pain pills right now, but they are still in my system. Ellie actually lectured me about it the other day. I guess she found a guy that killed himself with pills and alcohol. She thought I was doing the same. I promised her I would never do that shit. You’ve got a good kid there Joel.”

“Yeah, I do,” Joel agreed, his southern drawl thick when he looked between Y/N and Negan. “You spend a lot of time with Ellie?”

“Ellie and Morgan are close so she’s over a lot. Plus, we share a common interest in video games and comics. We have a similar wicked sense of humor,” Negan explained getting more comfortable in the seat that he was in knowing that he had both Y/N and Joel’s full attention.

“Why am I not surprised to hear that you like that kind of stuff?” Joel huffed making Negan’s eyebrows bounce up followed by an amused rumble of a laugh falling from Negan’s throat. “I guess I’m glad that Ellie has someone to talk to those things about. She’s passionate about it and I reckon it helps her feel more accepted in a place like this.”

“We all know I’m a big kid at heart,” Negan acknowledged, looking over at Y/N who nodded and he reached out to squeeze over her shoulder. After that final kiss, the two of them went back to normal. Well, as normal as things could be really. Neither one of them acknowledged the kisses that they shared. At this point, they really were living like those moments were just dreams that they had.

“I think that’s why the kids here love you so much,” Tommy spoke up making Negan bob his head once. “You do have a way with kids Negan, I give you that.”

“I’m still surprised that Maria here made you a teacher at the school. After having you as their teacher I feel like the kids are going to come home swearing like sailors,” Joel commented on Negan’s mouth. Negan was known for swearing, a lot. And anyone who knew him knew that his favorite word was often fuck so to hear that Negan was a teacher that was working with kids surprised the hell out of Joel. Maria was stern about things, so making Negan a teacher didn’t seem like a move that she would usually go for.

“I’ve actually heard good things about Negan so far. It’s brand new, so things could change, but everyone seems to like him,” Maria claimed making Joel huff something underneath his breath before smirking. “I think we’re all getting used the swearing here between Negan and Ellie. They both have mouths on them we weren’t quite used to, but after over a year it doesn’t surprise people as much.”

“Plus, I’m only there two days a week. Maria split me up and it’s been nice. Two days there, two days at the dining hall and two days with the library. Which of course you know,” Negan rambled on, waving his hand in the air while he spoke. If there was one thing that Negan was, it was animated. Since Negan wanted help putting together the library, he asked Maria to let him have Y/N working with him on those two days and she agreed. It was a gradual start for them, especially since they were both still injured, but it was nice being able to still work together. Y/N had other odds and ends she did on the other days, but she liked the new experience working with the books and Negan. “I like it so much more than working at the powerplant.”

“Well we certainly do miss you there,” Tommy spoke up loud enough so Negan could hear him across the table. Negan smiled brightly and got up from the seat he was in to walk around the table, wrapping Tommy up in a big bear hug from behind that made Tommy groan out, but laugh out. It made Joel looked down and he swallowed down hard. It seemed like everyone in this town loved Negan, including his own brother. “Who else is going to help save lives there? You were one of the hardest workers that we had.”

“I miss you too pretty boy…and all this glorious hair,” Negan played with Tommy’s hair making Tommy eagerly push Negan away with a snort.

“Are we sure he’s not drunk?” Joel leaned across to Y/N who smirked and reached for Joel’s hand again to give it a firm squeeze.

“That’s just Negan. You get used to it,” she reached up to brush her fingers through Joel’s hair before Negan moved around the table to return to his seat that was by the both of them.

“Speaking of, how are the both of you feeling?” one of the members of the town that was sitting at the table with them asked. Negan pointed to Y/N wanting her to go first and she felt like she was on the spot.

“The wrist is still a little sore, but not too bad,” she explained knowing that she still wore the wrap some days because of the ache that was there. “I can’t complain really. I’m alive because of Negan. That’s all that matters.”

“Oh hush, your pain matters,” Negan silenced her with a frown, shaking his head when he noticed she was downplaying her injury. “I hate that people act like I’m some kind of hero for doing something that everyone would have done given the chance.”

“We’ve already talked about this,” she reminded Negan knowing that people wouldn’t have done what he did. “Enough about me, what about you?”

“Well, just know that we’re all happy that you’re still here Y/N,” Negan gave Y/N a wink before reaching to place his hand in over his ribs. “The ribs still hurt. I’m definitely overdoing it sometimes. Both with the arm and the ribs. The sling was just driving me crazy.”

“If you don’t let yourself heal, it will only be worse,” Maria suggested from across the table making Negan bob his head about. “You should listen to the doctor.”

“I know, but trust me, I’ve been through so much worse,” Negan stammered and it made Y/N’s eyes fall to the faded scar that was over Negan’s neck that he had told her about. There was no doubt that she was the only person in town that knew that was there, but she could definitely understand how Negan may think that was worse. “A few broken ribs and a dislocated shoulder seem like nothing in the long term.”

“I still feel so bad that it happened,” Tommy confessed with a frown and Joel knew that it was true. Tommy talked about it quite often and there was definitely a clear sense of guilt from all of it. “I should have listened to you.”

“It’s in the past, it’s no big deal,” Negan waved his hand about showing that he didn’t want to focus on the accident. “We are alive and that is what matters the most at the end of the day. Enough about us though, what about you? How are things with the baby?”

“Great,” Tommy offered up a big smile hearing Maria laugh beside him and he lowered down in his seat. “It’s a bit tiring if I’m going to be honest. I love being a father. I really do. But having a baby is so damn hard. You finally get them to rest and it feels like when you get relaxed enough to do something, they start up again.”

“We are doing our best though,” Maria added to the conversation making Tommy nod. “We’re blessed to have the baby and I can’t stress how thankful we are to be parents.”

“There are some things I definitely noticed about being a parent though. Did you ever notice that when you are about to have a child people always tell you how great is going to be for you, but when you finally have the baby, they tell you how it’s like hell on Earth?” Tommy was so blatant in his comment that it made all of them laugh. “I’m just saying, no one warns you how hard things are going to be until you have had the baby.”

“It’s the hardest job in the world,” Negan replied making Joel’s eyebrows furrow and he gazed over at Negan with a tip of his head. “Plus, you never get personal time to yourself. And I’m sure the two of you are looking to have a date night at some point.”

“Yeah, sex is a big no go,” Tommy stated with a grunt when Maria smacked at the center of his chest firmly. “I’m just saying, as soon as you have a child, that’s never happening.”

“Everyone doesn’t need to hear that though,” Maria chuckled at how open Tommy had just been with the others.

“I envy Joel and Y/N sometimes. They have Ellie to deal with and she pretty much takes care of herself,” Tommy pointed out with a tip of his head making Joel roll his eyes and shake his head. “All the time in the world to have sex…”

“Tommy,” Joel snapped from across the table making Tommy snicker before leaning back in his chair. “We don’t need to hear about my sex life.”

“It’s okay to have a healthy relationship, Joel. I think that’s all your brother is trying to say,” Negan spoke finding himself amused that Joel’s face flushed over with red.

“Oh, well then what about you Negan? Do you have lots of sex?” Joel turned toward Y/N’s friend making Negan smirk before letting out a rumble of an entertained sound. The table went quiet when Negan shook his head and shrugged his shoulders.

“Sure, I’ve had loads of sex with my right and left hand,” Negan held his hands up making Maria roll her eyes and shake her head. “Sorry buddy, I don’t have any good sex stories for you. I’ll be honest and tell you that I haven’t had sex in over five years.”

“Bullshit,” Joel accused Negan of lying and Negan shook his head, biting down on his bottom lip.

“I wish I was shitting you,” Negan reached out to pat Joel on the shoulder making Joel tense up. “So if anyone is going to be giving us stories, it’s going to be you. So if you feel the need to talk about sex, we’re all ears.”

“Stop,” Y/N swatted at Negan’s chest making Negan shrug his shoulders as if he was waiting for Joel. There was a lump at the center of Joel’s throat that he swallowed down before shaking his head. Reaching for Negan’s arm, Y/N pulled Negan up from the chair he was in making Negan laugh out loud. “We’re going to go look at the arcade game. Please ignore this goof. I’ll be back baby.”

“Sure thing,” Joel offered up a half-smile when Y/N bent down to press a quick kiss over Joel’s lips. It made him still uncomfortable doing it in public, but he accepted the kiss. Watching her walk away with Negan, Joel could see the two of them playfully swatting at each other’s hands. Their laughter was still heard while she took Negan over toward the game in the corner.

“I’m glad to see you’re taking that whole relationship thing seriously now,” Tommy leaned across the table making Joel’s dark eyes look back at him. “Since the day we talked it seems like things have been different between the two of you.”

“I’m trying,” Joel responded with a loud swallow hating that he was becoming the topic of discussion.

“I’ll be right back gentleman,” Maria excused herself, getting up from the table. After she did, Tommy got up from where he was sitting to move in beside Joel, sliding close enough so it was just the two of them that could talk.

“I had a talk with both you and Ellie that day. You both said some things that made me think and I’ve been trying to be what she needs,” Joel informed his brother, looking back over his shoulder to see her and Negan playing the game together. Seeing her smiling made Joel smirk and he sighed. “She smiles more now. That’s all that matters to me.”

“So you do love her?” Tommy questioned making Joel sigh and lower down in the chair that he was in. It was strange how fast that word could shut Joel down. He knew that Y/N loved him and he didn’t hate her telling him that she loved him, but as soon as it came to love from him, he hated the term. “I mean, it’s obvious that she makes you happy.”

“I don’t want to use that word,” Joel responded making his brother roll his eyes and groan. “It’s nothing against her, I just think using that word makes things more complicated than they have to be. When you love someone, it gives the world the chance to rip your heart out and stomp on it. I’ve had that so much in my life that I just can’t do it again little brother.”

“I know that Joel, but regardless, you would have your heart ripped out if she died Joel,” Tommy insisted with a shake of his head. “Saying I love you doesn’t change that.”

“I don’t know if I’m capable of love. A lot of what I’m doing feels forced, but I know it’s right for her,” Joel maintained with a loud sigh. Rubbing his palms in over his thighs Joel knew that he hated opening up about his relationship, but he was trying. “I want her in my life and I can’t imagine not having her in it.”

“That’s love,” Tommy declared making Joel shift uneasily again. “I understand being scared, but it’s the idea of death that should make you live in the here and now. We know that we’re all going to die. We just don’t know when. That’s what should make you want to live now Joel. Because we know we’re going to die, that’s what should encourage you to accomplish what you can now big brother. Love, emotions, relationships…you want to have something where you can leave a piece of yourself behind. You have me and Ellie, but it doesn’t hurt to open yourself up to another person Joel.”

“I’m trying,” Joel frowned, dragging his hand down over the side of his face. “When did you become this good with your words?”

“Marrying Maria has opened me up to a lot of different things,” Tommy insisted, his attention being pulled when he heard Negan and Y/N laughing together from where they were seated. “Like those two. They are incredibly close. I’m surprised you’re so…okay with it.”

“She’s allowed to have friends. I can’t even tell her I love her, who would I be if I told her who she could and could not be friends with?” Joel responded making Tommy’s face twist in contemplation before he nodded. “I think it’s good she has him in her life, but I am…jealous of him.”

“Well, I’m happy to hear you say that,” Tommy muttered, shaking his head while he watched Negan and Y/N nudging each other with their hips while trying to distract the other one from playing the game that they were. “I like Negan, but if you weren’t jealous of him, I’d be worried about you.”

“He just makes her smile and laugh so easily,” Joel recognized with an ache at the center of his chest seeing the way that Y/N laughed when she was with Negan. Joel never got that kind of response out of her.

“Well, the man is funny,” Tommy pointed out making Joel huff. “You two have similar backgrounds and you’re a lot alike, but he’s…well, he’s got a sense of humor.”

“Are you saying I don’t have a sense of humor?” Joel turned his head to glare out at Tommy who immediately swallowed down hard.

“I mean, you can be funny…sometimes,” Tommy watched Joel smirk before rolling his eyes and shaking his head.

“I was just screwing with you little brother,” Joel reached out to pat Tommy on the knee making Tommy let out a long, shallow breath. “You have to stop worrying about offending me as much as you do. I’m your brother. I can handle anything you have to say about me.”

“Well…” Tommy swallowed down hard watching Negan and Y/N together. After their game, Negan turned to Y/N and reached for her hand. Tipping his head to the side, he noticed that they were deep in conversation when the song changed on the jukebox. It pulled Negan’s attention to the dancefloor where people were dancing and he nodded toward it. Negan pulled her toward the dancefloor part of the bar and spun her once making her laugh when she fell into his chest before they started dancing together. “That should be you doing that with her.”

“I don’t dance,” Joel protested, watching Y/N with Negan while they danced together. It wasn’t a romantic song or anything of the sorts. They were just having fun being silly. “I don’t like having the attention on me like that.”

“You know, you could probably learn a thing or two from Negan,” Tommy suggested making his brother let out an overwhelmed sound. “I don’t mean be exactly like him, he just gets people to like him really easily. I think he could help you learn to relax and put your guard down.”

Joel felt a lump developing in his throat when the song changed and it was suddenly a slow song that brought Y/N and Negan closer together. It made Joel lean forward in his chair and he rubbed at the back of his neck knowing that he was stressed about the outcome of their dancing. The jealousy that he started to feel was flaring up when he looked between Y/N and Negan to his brother.

“I’ll be back,” Joel announced and Tommy smile brightly.

“That’s my boy,” Tommy pat his brother on the back when Joel got up and carefully moved through the group of people that were on the dance floor toward Y/N and Negan.

“You mind if I cut in?” Joel spoke up loud enough for the two of them to hear and it drew Y/N’s surprised eyes to him.

“You want to dance?” she seemed astonished when Joel swallowed down hard and nodded. “Really?”

“No problem,” Negan stepped back and away from Y/N holding his hand up for Joel to move in closer to her to do so. “Be my guest boss. I need to get something to drink anyways.”

Negan stepped aside without question and Joel moved forward to reach for Y/N’s hand before curling his arm loosely around her waist to pull her carefully in against him. There was shock in Y/N’s eyes that Joel asked her to dance while she draped her arm over his shoulder.

“Bear with me because I’ve never been very good with this,” Joel explained knowing that this was against everything that he was, but he was taking Tommy’s advice trying to be a bit more like Negan in the name of making her happier. Y/N seemed elated that he was just trying while her eyes were hooked on his. “I’m sorry, I’m not very good at this.”

“I don’t care. I’m just glad you decided to do this,” she responded knowing that Joel was uneasy while he moved, but he was doing his best not to stand out like a sore thumb. At that moment, she didn’t care if they looked horrible on the dancefloor. In her eyes, she was able to cancel everyone else out in order to enjoy the moment with Joel. “Thank you.”

“For what?” he grumbled, his eyebrows furrowing when she gave him a smirk.

“For doing this for me,” she whispered, adjusting her arm to set it at his side when her head lowered against the center of his broad chest. This was completely against everything that Joel was and the fact he took this step really impressed her. At first, he thought she would have been upset that he broke up her dance with Negan, but he noticed that this seemed to mean so much to her.

He didn’t need to say anything in response. He just lowered his head and rest his chin over the top of her head in order to keep her close to him. Taking a look around the bar, he saw that most of the people there were so lost in themselves that they didn’t even notice the two of them together. It made him think of how Ellie told him it was just natural for things to be like this and maybe she was right. Showing some kind of affection in public wasn’t necessarily a bad thing.

When the song ended and something more upbeat started to play, Joel found himself thankful when Maria came over and asked to steal Y/N away from him for a few to show her something back at the house. Maria assured Joel that they would be coming back, so Joel went over to the bar to get himself something to drink so he could avoid having to be social.

“Hey,” a voice made Joel jump when someone quickly moved in beside him when he was taking a drink of his whiskey. Looking beside him, Joel saw Negan’s hazel eyes hooked on his and Joel let out an extended exhale. “Do you think we could talk?”

“Go for it,” Joel shrugged his shoulders when Negan took a seat beside him at the bar. It amused Joel hearing Negan getting himself a ginger ale considering where they were.

“I guess this is a bit fucking forward and I apologize for that, but I get the hint you don’t like me too much,” Negan confessed making Joel swallow down hard, the lines in his forehead growing when he lowered the drink down to the top of the bar. “It’s okay, I know that I’m probably a lot to take for some fucking people.”

“You’re just loud,” Joel explained making Negan smirk when Joel tried to be as polite as he could in response to that. “I’m obviously not. So you shouldn’t worry. Most of the town here probably thinks I’m a scary, raging asshole.”

“Scary yes, but I’m not sure they think you’re an asshole. Most people look up to you and think you’re something special Joel,” Negan informed Joel with a long sigh, stroking his large palm over the top of the bar. “The reason I want to talk to you is because of Y/N.”

“Oh?” Joel gave Negan his full attention, his eyebrow arching in curiosity. “What about?”

“She’s my best friend and obviously she means a lot to me,” Negan stated with a bob of his head, his words coming to a halt when he thought about that statement. Even though they both avoided the whole kisses that happened between them, that was why Negan was doing this. “Which is why I think the two of us should be friends. You are everything to her and I would like to be friends with my best friend’s significant other.”

“You want to be friends?” Joel almost seemed amused making Negan’s face scrunch up and Joel raised his hand to try to avoid offending Negan. “I’m not making fun of you. I swear.”

“I know we’re very different, but I just know that we both have something in common and that’s how much we care for Y/N. And I really like Ellie too,” Negan sighed, keeping his stare locked with Joel’s. Even though Joel was making him uncomfortable, he didn’t want to show that. Being friends with Joel meant that his intentions would be absolutely pure between both Joel and Y/N. “I think we would have a lot in common if we gave a friendship a try.”

Joel lowered his head taking his time to think things out. For the most part, Joel just liked sticking to himself and doing what he had to do in town, but he knew that Negan was making this effort for Y/N, “You like video games, right?”

“I do,” Negan nodded, his eyebrow arching with a tip of his head when Joel looked to him. “You play them?”

“No, not at all, but Ellie and I have a day alone tomorrow because Y/N is working. If you want to come over to Ellie’s place in my backyard and spend some time with the two of us to play some games or something, I’m willing to try,” Joel offered making a smirk tug at Negan’s lips. “I don’t know what your schedule is…”

“That’s my one day off, so I’m in,” Negan gave a bob of his head making Joel huff when he shifted on the seat.

“It’s under one condition right now though,” Joel spoke up quiet, looking over his shoulder to make sure that no one was around them.

“Okay?” Negan seemed to be waiting for the ‘but’ in the situation wondering where it was going.

“You don’t tell Y/N about it. It’s not that I don’t want her knowing that we are trying to start a friendship. We can do the whole video game thing for a while, but I actually want you to come over for something else. Something much more personal,” Joel declared making Negan let out a hesitant laugh. Negan’s eyebrow arched and Joel felt his face get hot rather quickly knowing that Negan’s mind went south with his comment. “No! It’s not like that! Listen, I’m just hoping that maybe you can give me some tips on how to be more like you.”

“Oh,” Negan snorted shaking his head when he mistook what Joel was attempting to suggest between the two of them. “What do you mean exactly? You’re Joel.”

“And you’re Negan and everyone seems to like you,” Joel pointed out, circling his finger around in the air. “I don’t know, maybe you can give me some tips on how to be better in my relationship with Y/N as well as be more…welcoming with the people here. I don’t want people to know that I’m asking for this help, so…”

“You’re secret is fucking safe with me,” Negan placed his hand in over the center of his chest and he could tell that Joel was embarrassed to begin with to even ask him. “We can talk about things, but I think Y/N loves you the way you are.”

“Of course she does, but I think we both know there are some things that I could be doing better,” Joel noted since he was well aware that Y/N talked to Negan about their relationship. “The truth is…I’m jealous of you Negan.”

“Jealous of me?” Negan seemed flabbergasted that it was even a thought in Joel’s mind. “You’re like the fucking hero around here Joel. Everyone is scared of you, but they fucking admire the hell out of you. You’re the one they look to when we need help around town. I’m just some random asshole living here.”

“But you make Y/N smile and people like you. I need to be better with people,” Joel noted hating that he had to ask Negan for help in this situation, but he was desperate to make things better for Y/N. “I need to work on being the person that Y/N needs and you know her best. She really admires you and I know she does.”

“Okay, you have a deal boss,” Negan extended his hand out making Joel look down at it before accepting his hand to shake it. “We’ll have a play date tomorrow. Ten sound okay?”

“Sure,” Joel shrugged his shoulders clearing his throat when he felt a pair of arms loosely wrapping around his shoulders, surprising him. Looking back, he saw that it was Y/N that had obviously returned and he looked to Negan who immediately nodded his head toward Y/N’s arms. Lifting his hands up, Joel knew what Negan was suggesting when Joel loosely grabbed a hold of her arms to squeeze softly at them.

“Did you miss me?” Y/N asked, pressing a quick kiss over Joel’s cheek.

“I always miss you,” Joel muttered making Negan give him a hidden thumbs up before reaching for the ginger ale that he had gotten for himself to drink it down.

“What are the two of you doing?” Y/N reached out to place her hand in over Negan’s shoulder to give it a firm squeeze.

“Just talking about you and what an awful dancer you are,” Negan turned on the seat he was on making Y/N feign being offended. Reaching out, she faintly hit him in the center of his chest making Negan chuckle at her response, but she was laughing too so she obviously knew it was a joke. “Nah, we were just getting a drink together. I think we’ve both had enough of the crowds. I’m tired and I’m going to go home.”

“I’ll see you soon,” Y/N moved forward when Negan got up to give him a quick hug. Negan gave her a wink before reaching out to pat Joel on the shoulder. Joel appreciated that Negan could keep a secret, he just didn’t know how Y/N would react to him asking Negan for help in trying to be better for Y/N. So he was hopeful that Negan would be able to in fact keep his mouth shut about things.

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“Why are you pacing so much?” Ellie questioned from where she was seated on her beanbag chair at the corner of her room. Joel seemed to be uncomfortable while they waited for Negan to show up. “You’re acting like you’re going on a date or something.”

“I’m not used to these social interactions,” Joel explained making Ellie snicker from where she was seated. “Plus, Y/N doesn’t know about this. I asked Negan over here to help me learn to be more…social.”

“Why can’t Y/N know about that?” Ellie tipped her head to the side with a genuine sense of curiosity flooding her young features.

“Because I asked him to help me be a better partner for Y/N,” Joel was honest with Ellie knowing that he often was about…most things. “Negan makes her laugh, a lot. He makes her happy and we know I could use some help.”

“I mean I could tell you what to do. You don’t need Negan for that. First of all, you’re her boyfriend, not partner. You tell her you love her. You show affection without having to be told,” Ellie blurt out making Joel huff out loud and she threw her hands up in the air. “It’s that easy Joel.”

“Yeah, but he makes her happy just being him and he’s not her…boyfriend,” Joel grumbled saying that word and it made Ellie roll her eyes dramatically. “You know I’m complicated Ellie.”

“No shit,” Ellie huffed out loud making Joel roll his eyes before a knock at the door was heard. Joel stood in place, his arms falling at his sides when he let out a long, frustrated breath. “Open the damn door.”

Joel shot a glare back at Ellie before heading over to the door to pull it open. When he did, he felt his heart stop seeing that Negan was standing before him with a little girl in his arms. Seeing her made Joel take a step back, his heart skipping a beat when he felt an ache at the center of his chest. With her extensively bushy curls and her tawny colored skin, Joel couldn’t help but see Sarah when she was younger in the little girl that was in Negan’s arms. The biggest difference was that the little girl’s eyes were a shade of hazel and she had rather large dimples while she stared out at Joel. With a shy expression she turned her head away from Joel and buried her head against the side of Negan’s neck making him snicker.

“Why are you shy all of a sudden?” Negan laughed, his right arm reaching around to caress over the center of the little girl’s back. Bouncing her a bit made the little girl pull her head back to stare out at Negan who gave her a big cheesy smile. In return it made the little girl smile and Joel felt like the room was spinning around him. There was so much of Sarah that he saw in the little girl when Negan leaned forward to press a kiss against her forehead. “Can you say hello? This is Joel.”

“Hello Joel,” the little girl whispered quietly making Joel’s throat go dry. Instead of responding, Joel just held onto the doorknob and before he could even make sense of what was happening Ellie was pushing him aside.

“Come on in guys,” Ellie made room for Negan to walk into her garage apartment. “I set up my other beanbag chair and two chairs for the four of us to play some games if you want.”

“Ellie,” the little girl wiggled in Negan’s arms eagerly to get out of them before running out to Ellie who lowered down to her knees to give the little girl a big hug. “I missed you!”

“I missed you too,” Ellie gave a big smile when she pulled back to look at the little girl. “How have you been?”

“Good,” the little girl whispered seeming to rock back and forth on her feet.

“In a few minutes she will be bouncing off the walls. She’s just being shy because you’re new,” Negan explained, stepping in beside Joel watching the two girls talking together and he had a grin on his face. When Negan looked to Joel, he could see that Joel seemed lost. “What’s wrong?”

“When you said playdate, I didn’t think you would be grabbing a random little girl from the community,” Joel pointed out making Negan’s nose wrinkle and he immediately chuckled hearing that response from Joel.

“This is Morgan you idiot,” Ellie caught Joel’s attention and it made his stomach sink when he realized that from all the discussions that they had that Morgan was an actual child. “Morgan, Negan’s daughter. Negan’s five-year-old daughter.”

“I’m almost six,” Morgan looked back at Joel in attempts to correct Ellie on her age making a weak smile tug at Joel’s lips.

“Well, not almost baby girl,” Negan reminded his daughter making Morgan pout when he reminded her that her birthday wasn’t entirely too close. “We’ve got quite a few months before you turn six.”

“But I’m almost six,” her young voice firmly stated making Negan laugh and he bobbed his head in agreeance.

“Yes, you’re almost six,” Negan folded his arms out in front of his chest when Morgan took a few steps in closer to Joel. With her big hazel eyes she stared up at him and it made Joel look between her and Negan before his focus was solely on her. There was no doubt that this was Negan’s daughter. She had his eyes and his dimples. How he didn’t pick up on that immediately made him feel ridiculously stupid.

“It’s nice to meet you,” Morgan extended her tiny hand out to Joel’s and Joel slowly lowered down to his knee so he could be at the same height when he accepted her hand for a shake. “Ellie says you’re a hero like the ones in the comics. Do you have any powers?”

“Well,” Joel looked to Ellie who gave Joel a nod as if to try to make him have a conversation with the little girl. Hearing that Ellie thought he was a hero surprised him. Especially after all they had been through. “I don’t have superpowers, but I’m pretty strong.”

“Like daddy?” Morgan inquired looking to Negan who was looking down at the little girl in awe. “He’s my hero.”

“He should be,” Joel stammered, finally releasing Morgan’s small hand and he knew that he was staring at her, but he couldn’t help himself. It was making him feel so many emotions seeing Morgan because she looked so much like Sarah did when she was younger.

“Hey Morgan, come check out this beanbag chair,” Ellie moved forward to reach for Morgan to motion her to sit down. “I’ll be right back, okay? Look at this really cool action figure that I found in town. It goes to that comic we look at together!”

Getting up from the ground, she stepped before Joel and Negan seeing that Joel’s face had gone pale, “What’s going on with you Joel?”

“Negan, I’m sorry,” Joel apologized feeling his words coming out in a stutter when he thought about the last year. “I genuinely didn’t know that Morgan was your daughter. I thought…I thought she was your significant other. You never mentioned a daughter, I just…”

“You thought Morgan was his girlfriend?” Ellie blurt out in embarrassment after Negan let out a tiny, half-amused laugh that was raspy. “Now that explains why some of the shit you said was so dumb in regard to Morgan. I often wondered why some of the stuff you said was so stupid.”

“Ellie,” Joel called out feeling incredibly out of place and awkward. When he gazed over at Morgan again, he could feel his head racing when flashbacks of his youth with Sarah flooded his memory. “I just didn’t realize. I’m so sorry.”

“I mean, I’m fairly certain I referred to her as my daughter or at least my little girl,” Negan pointed out making Ellie push into the center of Joel’s chest to get him to step back. “I don’t think I’ve ever talked about her like she was my…girlfriend or wife.”

“Joel is a little self-absorbed,” Ellie clarified making Joel growl out. His brow line creased, but Ellie could see that Negan was more so amused than offended. “Sometimes he’s so focused on other things that he doesn’t notice things about himself.”

“It’s okay, I don’t think he’s the only one,” Negan informed Ellie with an arch of his right eyebrow. “I picked up on things a little while ago with Y/N who also I think seems to think that Morgan is my significant other. Joel’s response just confirms that for me.”

“What?” Ellie snapped making Negan nod his head with an amused smirk pressing in over his rugged features. “How can she think that when she is supposed to be your best friend? Why haven’t you told her?”

“Well, until now I wasn’t a hundred percent sure, but also…I don’t know. I just was waiting to see how long it took for her to pick up on things. I think I’ve stressed quite a bit that Morgan is my daughter and I find it amusing when people don’t realize it,” Negan maintained making Ellie groan out and drag her hand down in over the front of her face.

“And by other people you mean Joel and Y/N because everyone else in the damn city knows she’s your child,” Ellie hit Joel’s chest with the back of her hand making Joel huff. “I have to worry about the both of you sometimes.”

“Daddy?” Morgan called out and almost instinctively, both Joel and Negan looked over at Morgan. Negan moved across the room and it made Joel tense up immediately when he saw Negan kneel down to whisper something to Morgan. They both smiled before Negan leaned forward to press a kiss against her forehead again.

“I need some air,” Joel announced, moving toward the door hearing the surprised sound that Ellie made. Rushing outside, Joel reached up to place his hand over the center of his chest again. Everything felt numb and it was spinning. His breathing was elevated and he knew that he was having a panic attack again. Heading over toward the steps at the back of the house, Joel took a seat down on top of it and closed his eyes tightly. He was trying to balance his mind and control his pacing thoughts. This was the last thing he wanted to be having right now. Hearing the sound of footsteps approaching, he assumed that it was Ellie coming to check on him and he sighed. “I just need a minute.”

“Everything okay?” Negan’s deep, raspy voice questioned when Joel heard the sounds of Negan moving in beside Joel to sit on the step with him. Joel took a moment to gather himself before he lifted his head and looked over at Negan. “You seem really upset.”

“Uhm, your daughter…” Joel felt his throat getting tense and his chest ached knowing that he needed to be honest with Negan. “I had a daughter before all of this happened. The day it started, I lost her. Her name was Sarah and when she was little, she looked so much like your Morgan. It just…knocked me off my feet a bit seeing Morgan.”

“Damn,” Negan swallowed down hard, his jaw flexing when he thought about what Joel was telling him. “Y/N mentioned you had a daughter before, but I never pushed to find out what happened.”

“I don’t talk about her a lot,” Joel felt his eyes tearing over and he tried to force himself to be more open with Negan since that was the whole point of today. “It just hurts so damn much to talk about her. This watch I wear…she gave it to me for my birthday. I got it about three hours before she died. I know people have noticed it’s broken, but I haven’t had it in me to take it off. I probably never will.”

“And you never should,” Negan responded looking to the watch that was on Joel’s wrist. Multiple times he had noticed it, but again that wasn’t his place to ask about it and he knew it likely had a special meaning. “I’m sorry that me bringing Morgan may have brought up some trauma for you. That was not my intentions.”

“Don’t apologize, please,” Joel waved his hand about knowing that he didn’t want to make Negan feel guilty for bringing his daughter with him somewhere. “So uh…what happened to her mother?”

“Oh, well…I guess you want us to both get sad, huh?” Negan half smirked making Joel’s face scrunch up in response when Negan braced his elbows on his knees and lowered down. “Her mother passed away giving birth to her.”

“Knowing that makes me feel so much worse that I assumed that Morgan was your significant other and not your daughter,” Joel cussed to himself seeing that Negan’s Adam’s apple was bouncing in this throat showing that he still got emotional himself talking about things. “What was her mother’s name?”

“Annie,” Negan answered with a grumble, tapping his feet against the stair they were on before letting out a long sigh.

“I’m sorry you lost Annie,” Joel stammered knowing that he wasn’t great at these conversations and it most likely showed.

“Well, I’m sorry you lost Sarah. I can’t imagine losing a child,” Negan frowned, reaching up to stroke his fingers at the back of his neck. “In a way, I can see why you are the way you are with things. They make sense.”

“I think you probably understand,” Joel reasoned with Negan thinking about how they had both lost someone. “It makes it hard for you to love again when you’ve lost so much. My first wife was a bomb of a relationship. She was Sarah’s mom. Then I lost Sarah and after that I lost a woman that I had been with for sixteen years. It just made me, cold to things,” Joel thought things out in his mind knowing that he could see from the corner of his eye that Negan was watching him closely, “have you tried getting with someone since Annie passed?”

“No, but I feel like I’m bad luck,” Negan responded, clearing his throat. “I lost my first wife to cancer. Well, she had cancer and then she ended up killing herself when I was trying to find the medicine that I thought would help save her because she knew that I couldn’t handle it. After that, I had a really shitty run of luck with my life. Found Annie and then I lost her after she gave birth to Morgan. So I don’t want to be the reason that someone else I care about dies.”

“Here I am asking you to help me with Y/N and you have the same exact problem that I do,” Joel pointed out making Negan crack a smile before shrugging his shoulders. “I would love to tell you that it’s not your fault that the women in your life passed away, but as someone who also blames themselves for all the traumatic deaths in their lives, I can’t tell you how to feel. The only thing I will say is hold onto that little girl with everything that you have. Protect her. Keep her safe. Above all else.”

“She’s the most important thing to me,” Negan admitted hearing all the emotion in Joel’s voice and suddenly Joel made so much more sense to Negan in the way that he acted. Joel reached up to wipe at his eyes with the back of his hand and it made Negan frown. “I know I’m extremely lucky to still have her with me. Morgan and I were just looking for a place to belong when Maria found us. I guarantee if Morgan wasn’t with me, Maria would have never brought me back here.”

“Well I’m glad the two of you found your home here,” Joel exhaled loudly trying to keep himself from having a total meltdown in front of Y/N’s best friend that already knew way too much about his personal life to begin with. Adjusting his positioning, Joel pulled out a wallet that he kept in his pocket and opened it. Searching through it, Joel pulled a photo out of it and gazed over it for a long moment letting out a shuddering breath. Holding it out to Negan, he could see Negan’s eyes gazing out over the faded photo. “That was Sarah.”

“She was beautiful,” Negan commented on the photo that was of Joel and Sarah together, a tiny smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. “I can see what you mean with the hair. They do look similar. Morgan’s mother would have been so much better with taking care of her hair. I do my best, but sometimes the fact that I’m a guy really shines through. Maria has had to help me on a few occasions.”

“You learn,” Joel accepted the photo back when Negan handed it over. Taking his time to put the photo away, Joel leaned back against the step and sighed. “Maybe I just needed a friend who could understand the things I’ve been through because it doesn’t sound like you’ll be able to help me with my relationship with Y/N.”

“Well, that’s not true. Just because I’m afraid of starting a relationship doesn’t mean that I don’t know what to do for you. There is a difference between you and me. You’ve found someone in life that you want to spend forever with. That’s a step in the right direction,” Negan suggested with a heavy sigh, adjusting his positioning on the back steps so he could look out at Joel with his hazel eyes. “That’s the difference between you and me. You are in a relationship that I know you want to work. Me, I don’t deserve someone’s love. I’m lucky enough that I have Morgan.”

“How do you know that I deserve someone’s love?” Joel reached for an answer from Negan. “You have no idea the kind of man I was. You don’t know what I’ve done.”

“And I could say the same thing to you about me,” Negan retorted with a snort making Joel huff loudly. “All that matters is right now someone else’s happiness is reliant on you. Ellie and Y/N. For me, it’s Morgan. I have to do everything I can to make sure that Morgan’s life is good. As good as it can be. You want to make Y/N’s life better. Which is why you came to me about this and I’m willing to help.”

“Fair enough,” Joel knew that he still felt uncomfortable with this whole thing and Morgan had shaken him up even more. “So what are your thoughts about how I can be more social and work on my relationship with Y/N?”

“Well, for starters, you have to realize that you’re a good-looking guy. Already, people are going to be drawn to you because of that,” Negan waved his hand about in the air making Joel pause, his jaw clenching when he looked to Negan. “It’s just your approach at how you respond to people when they want to meet you or talk to you. Usually you have that angry, solid stare that makes people not want to approach you.”

“You think I’m good looking?” Joel repeated what Negan had said seeing Negan smirk and nod his head. That was the one thing that stood out to Joel out of all the things that Negan had said to him. “Are you…I’m not trying to be rude, but are you…”

“Gay?” Negan stammered seeing Joel think about what he had said before smirking. “Why? Would it bother you if I was?”

“Oh no, of course not. That doesn’t bother me at all,” Joel threw his hands up trying to backtrack on the question knowing that it may have been offensive if Negan was. “I was just curious, I guess. I never understood why people would be so up in arms about who someone loves or is attracted to.”

“Good,” Negan eyed Joel over for a long moment before shaking his head. “I don’t like to put labels on things. I like men. I like women. I can find something attractive in just about anyone. I have been married to women in the past, but it doesn’t mean that I don’t have an interest in men.”

“That’s nice,” Joel shifted in his seat beside Negan and he thought for a long moment about what Negan said. “And you think I’m attractive?”

“Does that bother you? I’m not going to try to jump you if you think that’s what I’m doing. I just can admit when someone is good looking,” Negan explained to Joel doing his best to say it in a way that wouldn’t scare Joel away.

“No, I’m not bothered, I’m flattered really,” Joel shrugged his shoulders and gazed over Negan for a moment. “You’re a good-looking guy yourself so to hear that you think I’m good looking? It’s flattering.”

“Wait,” Negan snickered, his head shaking when he thought about what Joel had just said in response. “Does that mean you’re…?”

“No. No. I mean, I don’t think so, no,” Joel stuttered over his words feeling his face get hot. “I’m not good with this social interacting thing. I just know that the people here find you very attractive and, in my opinion, you are a conventionally attractive person so it just says that…”

“I get it, we both think the other is a good-looking person. You don’t have to freak the fuck out,” Negan assured Joel with a raspy laugh, reaching out to pat Joel on the shoulder before changing the subject. “Let’s get back on subject. With the people in the town, try relaxing the muscles in your face when you’re out and about. Maybe try smiling or grinning sometimes. Like right now, try to smile for me.”

“Really?” Joel scoffed making Negan nod and Joel rolled his eyes. Giving a half-smirk Negan chuckled and shook his head slowly. “What?”

“We’ll work it on it. Y/N says that you like to do woodwork and that you’re good with a guitar. Have you thought about teaching people in the town how to play?” Negan dug further into Joel’s personal life making Joel bob his head from side to side. “That a no?”

“I have done it with a few kids, but not many,” Joel answered knowing that Y/N had suggested having him do that too. “I make guitars for people more than I teach them. I guess I could try opening up to people with my music abilities.”

“Can you sing for me?” Negan seemed interested, but Joel immediately gave Negan a death glare and he burst out laughing. “Okay, so we’re not that comfortable with one another yet. I get the hint.”

Joel muttered something to himself when Negan dropped his head down and sighed, “With Y/N, her birthday is coming up rather fast. Do you have something special planned for her? That’s a big day where you can really go all out for her.”

“I don’t know,” Joel was honest, “I have some ideas, but I don’t know if it will make her happy.”

“Well if you have ideas, that’s the first step,” Negan rubbed his hands together and looked toward the garage where the kids were. “With Y/N it’s really about making her feel seen Joel. For a long time she felt like you were just comfortable with her. That you only wanted to be with her because there was no one else.”

“And that’s not true,” Joel declared with a rumble making Negan nod. “I just, you know now why I am the way I am.”

“I do, but if you want to make her happy, then you need to start stepping out of your comfort zone. It took a real man to admit that you were having problems and confessing to needing help,” Negan complimented Joel who sighed loudly, showing that he was still embarrassed with things. “Don’t feel bad about it. We all need help sometimes. Just don’t be afraid to touch people. And I don’t mean it in a weird creepy way. I just mean like…especially with Y/N, hold her hand. People love that shit. They like to feel like they aren’t alone. Compliment her. Look her directly in the eyes when she is talking to you so she knows that your attention is completely on her.”

Forcing himself to look at Negan, Joel knew he had a lot of issues with that one. Negan gave him a nod, clapping his hands when Joel did as he asked, “There you go buddy. Now with her, don’t be afraid to kiss her. Tell her how you feel about her. Hug her, kiss her. The things you would do normally in a relationship. I know you’re uneasy, but the more you do it the more comfortable you are going to be. Like me, I smile all the damn time, but for so long…the last thing I wanted to do was smile. Sometimes you just have to push yourself in order to make yourself know it’s okay to do this. You have to fight the urge to pull yourself away from everyone. It won’t be easy, but you have to make an effort to push yourself even when you’re uncomfortable. If someone or something is important enough, you have to want to make that change.”

“Hey old guys,” Ellie called out from the garage making both Negan and Joel lift their heads up. “Are we going to do this game together or not?”

“Can you go in there with Morgan?” Negan made sure that Joel would be okay. With a nod, Joel watched Negan stand up and hold his hand out to help Joel stand. Accepting Negan’s hand, Joel stood to his feet. Staring out at Negan, Joel let out an extended exhale before reaching out to pat Negan on the shoulder trying to listen to what Negan was telling him. “You still look like you think I’m going to give you some kind of germs by touching me, but that was good.”

Joel rolled his eyes and it made Negan laugh, “Come on buddy. You can work on things in there with me and the kids. Ellie and Morgan won’t judge you, I promise.”

“Sure,” Joel swallowed down hard and followed Negan to Ellie’s home area hoping that he would be able to listen to what Negan was suggesting in order to make things right with Y/N. At this point he just wanted her happy and that’s what he was looking to do. Make her happy.

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