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punkshort · 2 months

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i’m the anon who asked about the request! if you decide to do it, i’d absolutely wait forever😂 it’s very angsty tho, so the idea was for outbreak joel who doesn’t get the happy ending. reader who was head over heels in love coping with his death, maybe flashbacks to show the moments of reader seeing him die? idkidk the idea is very vague, sorry if it’s too sad!! if so maybe reader seeing him die was just a terrible nightmare & he’s there waking them up & helping them through a meltdown?

i’ve been craving for some emotional torture for wtv reason😭😭 thank you for even considering requests!🫶🏾🫶🏾🫶🏾

Thank you for this request! It's my first one, so I hope you enjoy it. Also, I had to take the out you gave me and make this a nightmare because I am a big ol' softie and I won't apologize for it, but I will apologize for taking so long to write it 😂

I hate when you're right

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader

Summary: After a heated argument with Joel, you finally convince him into leaving Jackson so you could explore a store for new clothes, and what happens could change your life forever.

Warnings: major character (Joel) death - but it is just a nightmare - don't read if you think that will still upset you, angst, language, violence, descriptions of blood/gore/death scene

WC: 2.5K

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You knew it was childish. You knew it wasn't essential. But you also desperately wanted to feel more comfortable, and was that really such a crime? To want to feel like yourself again? To want to wear clothes that you liked? That fit you properly? Jackson was well stocked with essentials, clothes included, but the clothes the men picked up on patrol were... utilitarian, to say the least. They grabbed the biggest and the warmest clothes so that it afforded more people the opportunity to use them, but you were beginning to grow tired of tucking men's oversized shirts into your pants, the material bunching up at your waist and twisting around as you walked, constantly trying and failing to feel comfortable in your own skin.

You thought Joel would be more open to the idea of heading outside the walls on your day off. You even teased him with the promise of picking up some new underwear, but he didn't fall for it. He fought you tooth and nail the whole evening, his voice lifting over yours angrily to explain how there's been an influx of raiders the past few weeks, that everyone agreed to lay low until they passed through, not wanting to draw attention or pick any unwanted fights. But you persisted. You always did, and you eventually wore him down when you threatened to leave without him.

Why was it such a crime to want to feel comfortable? It was just two people, you could lay low and go unseen, no problem. You've done it countless times before.

You had hoped he would have gotten over it by morning, but you were wrong. He hardly made eye contact with you during breakfast, skirting expertly around you in your kitchen, mumbling under his breath as he sipped his coffee and only shooting you angry looks when your back was turned.

The air was crisp and the woods were peaceful. You thought that would surely turn his mood around. He always appreciated being out with nature, living off the land. As much as he loved living in Jackson, he couldn't deny that part of himself that felt useful, that felt a sense of accomplishment by surviving out in the wild.

"C'mon, are you really gonna act like this all day?" you teased as you held up another shirt against your body before determining it was the right size and then tossed it in a pile with the others.

He was standing at the storefront window with his arms crossed and his jaw clenched. "Don't know what you mean."

You rolled your eyes and looked around the store, spotting a table of underwear with a grin. You lightly skipped over and tossed to the side the pairs that looked far too dusty so you could look at the ones underneath. Clearing your throat, you held up a pair of bright red stain underwear. He turned around and you saw it: it was fast, he hid it well, but you still saw it. That all too familiar excited look in his eye.

"Don't you like them?" you asked with a playful pout. He furrowed his brow at you like he was annoyed, and maybe he was, but you still saw the heat beginning to crawl up his neck.

"They ain't practical."

You gave him a defeated sigh and strolled over to your pile of clothes, your fingertips daintily holding the undergarment out to him. "No? Then what are they?"

His eyes shifted from yours to the red material in your hand and you saw his throat work as he swallowed.

"Useless," he croaked, and you narrowed your eyes at him. You got a little closer, letting the soft fabric glide against the back of his hand when you dropped your arm to your side.

"Oh, yeah?" you said breathily, and you watched his eyelids flutter at your tone. "Then I guess it wouldn't matter if I brought them home and let you rip them off me."

He stepped forward, a growl emitting from his chest, low and deep, when at the exact same time, you both heard shouting outside the store. Swiveling both your heads towards the glass storefront, your blood ran cold when you saw six heavily armed men advancing towards you.

"Shit," he muttered, his arm pulling your shoulder down just in time to avoid the cascade of bullets that rained down upon you. You laid face down on the rough carpet, covering the back of your head with your eyes squeezed shut, waiting for the shooting to stop. Joel tugged on your arm and you opened your eyes in a panic.

"Follow me!" he shouted, army crawling towards the registers, and you dutifully followed behind, your heart racing wildly in your chest.

Once you made it, the counter offering some, but not much, safety, the both of you pulled out your guns and double checked your ammo.

"Alright, when they stop to reload-"

"I know," you said, cutting him off. You've both been in this situation before. You knew what to do.

Holding your rifle upright and against your chest, you breathed deep, trying to steady your hands until the bullets slowed and you heard more shouting. Joel nodded to you and you both sprung up from the floor, pulling your rifles against your bodies in sync and lining up your targets.

Patience is a virtue. The amount of ammunition they wasted on the two of you was laughable when you each caught one of them between the eyes, leaving four against two.

You thought you would be able to get another shot off but Joel tugged your arm and you slinked back to the floor as a shower of bullets rained over you once again.

"You good?" he asked, and you nodded, gasping for air. Your hands began to stabilize when the shock wore off. You were in the zone.

Pressing both your backs against the small counter, you remained calm and waited out your attackers. Glass shards tinkled and scattered behind you. Bullets pinged against the metal shelving, ricocheting into the drywall.

"Assault rifles for two people? Really?" you muttered, more so to yourself, but Joel heard you.

"Told you this was a bad fuckin' idea," he said angrily.

When there was another brief pause, he looked to you again and nodded. At the same time, you rose up and took aim, firing on your attackers once again. Joel made his shot, you didn't. Three down, three to go.

"Fuck," you grumbled, reloading your rifle even though you still had rounds left.

"Focus," he scolded.

The men sounded like they were getting closer. Their voices were louder. Clearer. The shots were deafening. You prayed they weren't inside the store, because you hadn't planned an exit strategy. Without warning, Joel stood up and fired a shot. You heard a man scream and then a loud thud. It sounded like the man was just on the other side of the counter.

"That's not the plan," you seethed at him when he dropped back down next to you.

"Didn't have a choice, he was 'bout to jump us," he sneered.

Two against two.

When the shots slowed down, you held your breath, looking at Joel from the corner of your eye. He held his palm up to you silently, signaling for you to stay where you were. You heard boots crunching slowly against glass and your heart leapt into your throat. They were in the store.

You shot Joel a panicked look but he just shook his head, focusing on their footsteps, calculating how far away they were.

"Come out now and no one gets hurt," a man's deep voice called out. He was close.

Joel clenched his jaw and flared his nostrils. You knew that look. It was the look of a man who was about to do something stupid. But before you could stop him, before you could reach out to him and hold him back, he stood up and took aim.

One shot. That was all you heard when Joel slumped to the floor next to you, clutching his stomach as dark red blood poured from the wound. Your eyes went wide and you saw red. Without thinking, you stood up and shot, taking one of the two men down with a yelp. The remaining raider ducked behind a display, and you dropped your rifle in favor of your handgun. Crouching low to the ground, you inched forward, careful of any broken glass that would give your position away. When you were on the other side of the display, you heard the man's labored breaths. He was scared. He was out of his element. And you had him right where you wanted him.

Silently tucking the gun in the back of your pants, you slid your hunting knife out from your ankle holster. You took a deep breath and lunged forward, driving the knife deep into the man's chest.

He dropped his gun and clutched weakly at your hands, but it was no use. His blood poured from the wound when you yanked your knife out with a grunt, and you watched as his hands slowly slid back down to his sides, his eyes still wide open and staring up at the ceiling.

You smirked, feeling victorious for only a moment before you remembered Joel. Dropping your knife, you rushed back to his side, only to find his face pale and his hands stained dark red.

"Joel!" you cried out, pressing your palms against the wound, hoping to slow the bleeding. His eyes drifted towards you, softening when he saw you were alive and unharmed. That you were going to make it.

Panic consumed you. Your heart was slamming against your ribs as you fumbled with your backpack, trying to find your first aid kit through the tears.

"I love you," he whispered, and you shook your head.

"Don't start with that, you're gonna be fine."

"Baby," he said weakly, and you choked back a sob.

"Hold on," you told him, still searching in your pack.

"Look at me," he said, and your hands stilled for a moment before you dragged your eyes back to him, your lower lip trembling as you took in his deteriorating state.

"I need to-" you began, but stopped to take in a shaky breath. "I need to patch you up and get you to the horses."

"No, you don't," he said softly, and more tears spilled from your eyes.

"Yes, I do. I gotta-"

"I ain't gonna make it, sweetheart," he slurred, and you could see by the amount of blood he was losing that he was right. But still, you pressed your palms against the gunshot wound, your fingers slipping through his thick and sticky blood.

"Don't say that. I can't do this without you," you whimpered, and closed your eyes for a brief moment. You felt his fingertips weakly grip your chin and you forced your eyes back open.

"Yes, you can," he said as firmly as he could. He was so pale and weak and it was making your stomach turn.

You shook your head, about to argue with him, but he stopped you.

"You keep goin', you hear me?" he said, and still, you shook your head from side to side, small sobs slipping past your lips. "Don't let this world win. You... go on and keep fightin'. Please. Be happy, baby. For me."

"No!" you cried out, spittle dripping from your lips now, mixing with your tears. "I won't! I-I can't!"

"You can," he repeated, and gave you a weak smile. "I'm ready, baby. It'll be okay."

You squeezed your eyes shut tight, the tears leaking out, hot and angry on your cheeks as you sobbed over him, clutching his hand in yours so tightly, like if you squeezed hard enough, you could give him your lifeforce. Give him your breath. But moments later, his grip weakened and when you opened your eyes, his head slumped to the side and his lifeless eyes stared off into the distance.

"Joel!" you screamed, sitting up in bed, drenched in sweat with tears still streaming down your face. You looked to your side, where he normally slept, but he wasn't there. Panic squeezed your throat, your chest fucking hurt, but you flung the blankets off you and ran towards the door. Still not hearing any sounds, you raced down the stairs, almost tripping in the process but you had a grip on the railing to keep you steady.

When your eyes finally landed on his familiar form stretched out on the couch, his back to you, you allowed yourself to breathe a sigh of relief.

Reality came back to you now. You had your fight about leaving Jackson, but he won and you slept apart. You never left. He never got shot. It was all just a horrible dream.

You stumbled over to the couch, your tears unstoppable, the nightmare too vivid, too real. Your trembling hands clutched his shoulder as you fell to your knees on the floor, shaking him awake.

"What?" he grumbled, clearly still pissed off about your fight.

"I'm sorry!" you sobbed loudly, and when he realized something was wrong, he whipped around to face you.

"What happened?" he asked, his voice still thick with sleep.

"I-I had-" you began, then you hiccupped, cutting yourself off. His face was etched with concern as he forced himself up and cupped your face.

"C'mon, talk to me," he urged, the fear in his eyes reflecting back to you as you looked at him, still not sure what was real and what wasn't.

"I had a nightmare," you finally managed to get out. "About our fight. That we... we went out like I wanted and-and-" you collapsed into another fit of sobs, your shoulders shaking violently.

"Hey, it's alright," he soothed, pulling you up and into his lap and rubbing your back. You pressed your tear stained face into his neck, inhaling deeply, grounding yourself. He was alive. He was here. Everything was fine.

"I'm sorry," you whimpered, your throat still tight but your tears were slowing down. "I'm sorry we fought. I don't wanna go out anymore. I don't need new clothes, it was stupid, I'm sorry."

"Shh, it's okay," he said, pulling you tightly against his chest, "I'm sorry we fought, too. I just wanna keep us safe."

"I know, you're right," you said, pulling back a bit and wiping your nose with the back of your hand. "Will you come back to bed?"

"Yeah," he replied with half a smirk. "'Course I'll come back to bed, baby. Don't cry, it's alright."

You let him lead you up the stairs and to your bedroom, your side of the bed still damp with sweat but it didn't bother you. Joel was safe and sound and in your arms and you didn't care if you had to wear a potato sack for the rest of your life, as long as you had Joel, nothing else mattered.

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gentlyweeps-world · 5 months

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Purrfect Christmas Tree

summary: It was finally time to decorate for the Holiday, but with two cats it was a difficult task.

pairing: max verstappen x fem! reader

warning: sexual tension, none

LIGHTS OUT AND AWAY WE GO

“Max are you sure the cats won’t try and knock the ornaments off?” You ask again as you and your boyfriend, Max Verstappen, browse the aisles of the local shop, picking out Christmas decorations for your shared apartment.

"No, of course not. They'll be fine. Besides, they've never done anything like that before." He says in a soothing tone, his arm brushing against yours as you two walk together.

“Alright..” You mumble out, still unsure. You had a Christmas tree last year but did put any ornaments up in fear of the cats ruining them.

“How many more decorations do you want to get?” You ask Max, knowing he secretly likes decorating for Christmas.

"Let's just get a few more, and then we can head home and decorate the tree." He looks at you with a playful smile, his bright eyes sparkling in amusement. You know him well enough to know that he's probably planning on buying as many ornaments as he can find.

You pause and notice that your hand is still brushing his. You smile to yourself, appreciating the soft feel of his skin against yours, and you continue walking together, your fingers interlocking with his.

Soon after everything is bought and put into your car, you arrive back to your apartment and slowly start decorating with Max.

"Can I put some of the ornaments on the tree?" His voice is full of excitement as he holds a bunch of decorations, waiting for your approval. Of course, you can't say no to him so you nod, and he starts to put the baubles on the Christmas tree.

As the two of you work together, laughing at silly jokes and making conversation, you can't help but think about how lucky you are to be spending the holidays with the person you love.

Suddenly, you catch him looking at you from under his eyelashes, a mischievous look in his eye.

“What are you planning?” You ask suspiciously, a grin plastered on your face as you watch him.

Max's smirk widens as he continues to work, his eyes never leaving you as he places the final ornaments on the tree. When he finally speaks, his voice is low and teasing, as he continues to hide his expression from you.

"Oh, nothing," He says casually, turning back towards the tree. "Just thinking about how simply lovely our tree looks this year."

“Hmm it does look pretty good” You say, stepping back to admire the tree all decorated.

"Not as good as you though Y/n." He finally admits, stepping towards you and looking you in the eyes. His voice is just above a whisper now, and there's a twinkle in his eyes that you know means trouble.

"Max, what are you-" You begin, but he reaches up to place a gentle finger on your lips, cutting off your words with a smirk.

Before you can say anything else, Max's other hand reaches out towards you and pulls you close. You find yourself pressed against him, your body flush with his. Without thinking, you reach your arms up around his neck, running your fingers through his hair.

He leans his head down, bringing his face closer to yours, and after a few moments of anticipation, his lips finally press lightly against your own. His hands move from your waist up to behind your head, drawing you in even closer.

As you two separate he looks up at the ceiling with a smirk, “Mistletoe, what a coincidence..” He says with a grin, looking back at you.

“You are such a dork” You say with a chuckle leaning your head against his chest.

"Oh, really?" He asks with clear doubt in his voice, but he can't resist a smug smile. "Maybe we should just leave it there for a while, just in case."

Suddenly you feel his hands reach up behind you and wrap around your waist, pulling you closer to him again. He smiles and you have to admit, you're starting to like the idea of leaving the mistletoe there.

“Maybe..” You muse back with a grin, capturing his lips in a kiss again.

The kiss lasts longer than the first, and you can feel his tongue exploring your own as you press yourself against him. His hands slowly move from your waist up to behind your head again, gently tilting your face to match his as he pulls himself closer to you.

Slowly, you feel his hands moving up to your shoulders and back down to your waist again, pulling you flush with his hips. This is becoming a lot more than some Christmas mistletoe.

And the cats don’t seem to be fans of it. You pull away from Max when you hear a rustling coming from the tree.

“What..” You mumble out, leaning down to look at the tree you see Jimmy hiding in there.

“Max I told you..!” You say with a groan.

"Oh, for goodness' sake. Jimmy, get out of there!" Max says, his voice now more stern.

With that, you watch as your beloved cat slowly crawls his way out of the tree, he looks up at you with wide eyes that are saying "You're going to kill me, aren't you?"

Then another ornament falls, followed by a “meow”. You move to get a better look at the tree and see Sassy hiding in the stems.

"Oh, come on!" You say loudly with laughter escaping from your lips. It seems that your cats just can't get enough of ruining Christmas decorations. Maybe the holidays are just too much fun for even them to resist.

At least now the mistletoe seems safe. You turn back to look at Max and notice that he looks even more stunning than usual in the light of the Christmas tree. How does he manage to make everything he does look so appealing?

"Sassy, no! We talked about this before. Come out of there this instant." Max commands, while you can't help but laugh at the absurdity of this situation.

Then again, it isn't at all surprising that your cats are trying to mess up your Christmas decorations.

“So who was right about the cats ruining the decorations?” You say smugly, leaning back onto the couch as you watch Max get both cats into his arms.

"Shut up," Max says without even turning to face you, but he's clearly laughing.

He holds your two cats, one in each arm, as they seem reluctant to acknowledge the fact that they've been caught red-handed. After a few moments of petting them, they calm down, and Max leans back against the couch as well.

"Did we really think they were going to behave themselves this year?" He asks with a small smirk. You can't help but laugh, it's a good thing your cats are cute.

“You thought that, I knew they were going to mess up the ornaments” You say with a giggle.

"I think I had a little too much faith in them." He admits with a shrug, his face showing no signs of regret as he holds out your cats for you to take.

Sassy and Jimmy give you pleading looks, and Max speaks on their behalf. "Please don't punish them, mom. They just wanted to have a little fun. You know, like how you and I had a little fun just a few minutes ago?"

You glare at Max and pick up Jimmy, cuddling him into your arms.

Soon both cats wander away, ready to get into some more mischief. You lean into Max, placing your head on his shoulder as you stare at the tree.

“You’re fixing the ornaments” You say to Max.

"Fine." He sighs, but as he looks at you, a slight smile spreads across his lips.

He gently pulls your head against his shoulder, wrapping an arm around your waist again. You press your body flush with his, relishing in the warmth of his skin.

You stare at the Christmas tree together for a few moments before he speaks again.

"I love you schat." He whispers, his voice so soft that you're not sure if he said it out loud or to himself.

“I love you too Max” You whisper back, happy and content in the moment.

He leans his head down to kiss you gently on the forehead, before whispering, "Let's start putting the ornaments back on the tree."

“You mean you’re going to do it, since I was right!” You say teasingly, shoving him off the couch with a giggle.

"Shut up." Max mutters in response, but as he walks away he pulls you up and off the couch. "Oh, I think we both know that you're not going to get off so easily."

After a moment, his arms around you kissing your neck gently. "You and your big ego..." He says lightly, but there's a tone of approval in his voice.

“Ohhh I have a big ego? What about you, three time world champion Max Verstappen?” You tease, wrapping your own arms around him.

"That's not me having an ego. Those are just facts." Max says with a sly grin, but then he lowers his voice and mumbles, "Besides, I've never met anyone with a bigger ego than you."

“Hmm I dunno, Danny Ric has a pretty big ego..” You mumble out with a smile. Max's grin falters for just a second. "Okay, maybe I've met one person with a bigger ego."

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luveline · 2 years

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okok if you'd be into it, maybe Roan seeing reader in the supermarket and slipping away from Eddie to go and say hi? like he looks down from where he was reading the label on something and just panics 'cause wheredidshegoohmygod

you are the GOAT babe! absolutely best idea ever ever I owe u my life. kind of single dad Eddie losing his mind while u and his kid bond <3 | fem!reader

Eddie's completely unaware that you're even at Bradley's Big Buy. Him and Roan have only stopped by for some princess bandaids to cover her skimmed knees. She's calmer now she knows the princess bandaids are an inevitability, but she'd been near inconsolable on the drive here.

"You feeling better?" he asks hopefully, swinging her small hand gently as he walks.

He's taking slow steps to match her. They've made a one minute walk to the toiletries into five minutes and counting.

"Maybe," she says.

He almost regrets teaching her the word 'maybe'. Everything is maybe these days.

"What can I do to get a 'yes', huh?"

She wriggles her fingers in his. He gives her a nice squeeze and waits hopefully, pulling her past the aisle of shampoos and then the aisle of deodorants to the one beside it, first aid and ointments and things.

"Y/N," she says with surety.

"She's coming over again next week, babe."

"Now?" she says, or asks.

He stops in front of the plasters. "I wish, sweetheart. Alright, here's the bandaids... But where..." He frowns at the lack of pink bandaids and kneels down to search for them. There's puppies and sharks and fall leaves, but no princesses. He drops Roan's hand to push a box of plain bandaids aside. "You got along so well, I know she's excited to see you too, but I can't just ask her to come over. Well, maybe I can. How many dates do you go on before you..." He peers behind the boxes. Not a princess in sight.

He pulls away. "Baby, I don't think they have any-" Eddie stops short, a placating speech caught in his throat when he realises his daughter is nowhere to be seen.

"Roan?" he asks. With no time for her to answer, he repeats, "Roan?" loudly, loud enough to draw stares.

He swings his gaze one way and then the other, praying for a hint of her. The bounce of her little dark bunches or the flare of her dress dungarees.

Roan can hear her dad calling her, she just doesn't care. She'd seen you standing in the shampoo aisle debating between bottles and needed to come and see you.

You shrug and drop a blue bottle that brags moisture and definition into the basket and go to move to the deodorants in the next aisle when you feel something tug your skirt.

You look down and see a little kid.

"Hi, baby, are you lo- Roan?"

Hard to confuse her honey brown eyes for anyone else, you stop short when you realise it's Eddie's baby.

Roan finally has confirmation that it's you and shouts exuberantly, "Y/N!"

Your heart melts. Capital M, melts. You're putty in her tiny hands. "Well hi, princess."

She beams wide as she can and holds up her arms. It's a struggle to pull her into your chest — you're not as adept as juggling her with one full hand as Eddie is and you doubt you ever will be — but you make up for your clumsiness with pure adoration. She's just as pretty as her dad and twice as charming, wrapping her arms around your neck and ducking her forehead to your collar in a hug.

"Aw," you croon, patting her back. "Hi, baby. How are you?"

"I got an owie," she says very quietly. There's a soft whine to her voice like she might cry.

You encourage her head back to look at her. "Yeah? What have you hurt, sweetheart? And where's your daddy?"

You look over her head suddenly, half-expecting Eddie to be standing there watching. He's not. The aisle is completely empty. You walk to the end of the aisle in hopes that he's gonna be coming around the corner. No dice.

"Roan, where's daddy?" you ask seriously.

She looks as pensive as a three year old can. "I want the princess ones."

"Princess what?" you ask distractedly, eyes searching the store for Eddie.

Music plays loudly over the speakers, an old Bowie song. You can barely hear her answer. "For the owies."

You make a decision without thinking. Yes, Eddie's probably very worried that Roan isn't with him, but she keeps talking about a mysterious owie and you'd found her by herself, so you prioritise her hurting over his.

Sorry, Eddie, you think.

"What did you hurt? D'you wanna show me?"

She points down.

You hold her away from you (kind of, this carrying thing is hard) and find the rips in her thick wool tights edged in red.

"Oh no! You poor girl, I know that must've hurt. Did daddy kiss them better?" you ask sympathetically, wincing as you assess the surface scrapes on her knees. Bloody, but with no deep cuts you think she'll be okay.

"Yeah," she says tearfully. To your horror, her eyes start to well up. You've reminded her that she's hurting. It's not a good move.

"Oh no," you repeat, rubbing up and down the breadth of her back.

She's heavier than she looks and your basket makes your wrist ache but you refuse to put her down. Her crumpled face strikes a fear like God and you reckon putting her down will make it a whole lot worse.

You've yet to see her tantrum as Eddie promises she does. This feels awful enough, you decide, to see her actually upset about something. You flail to make her feel better.

"What can I do, sweetheart? Shall we go find you some bandaids?" you ask softly. She nod slow and rubs her eyes with her fists.

You hike her up your chest and move out of the aisle. As soon as you do you're almost knocked over, a fast-moving body smashing into your basket and tugging your arm. You shriek and Roan shrieks and Eddie stops in front of you, dark curls framing a frantic face, and says, "Thank fuck."

"Don't repeat that," you tell Roan.

"Y/N," Eddie says. Your name is sweet on his lips, affection and relief and gratitude. "Oh my god."

He laughs and then keels over.

"Eddie!" You drop your basket and it slams to the floor, reaching for his back.

"I'm okay!" he says, equally abrupt and stressed. He scratches two hands through his hair before he emerges and scrapes it all away from his cheeks, eyes bright.

He takes a deep breath. His chest rises.

His laugh is nice. You've heard it before. This one is sunshine in sound.

"I think I just had a heart attack."

"Oh my god."

"You're in my bad books," he says to Roan pointedly, glaring.

She glares back. It's amazing to you how they mimic each other, intentionally or otherwise. Twin scrunched noses, twin sloped eyebrows.

Then he dips forward and kisses her sloppy on the cheek. His smell washes over you, the unmistakable stick of engine oil hidden by too much laundry detergent. It's endearing. It makes you want a kiss on the cheek too.

"Baby," he says, voice all drama. It takes you a while to realise he's speaking to you. "I owe you my life."

"Well... actually, I think it might've been my fault. She knew it was me and-" Your eyes blow wide. "Eddie, she skimmed her knees."

"I know," he says, reaching out to squeeze your shoulder. You can feel the clear indent of every finger pressing into your skin. "That's why we're here, for princess bandaids."

He rolls his eyes as if to say, what can you do? Though his voice had been so soft when he'd reassured you, like he'd understood the stress. Well, of course he had. He knows it better than you ever could.

"Princess bandaids," you repeat, stroking a rogue curl out of Roan's eyes. She shys at your tone, fondness for her doubled now you have some context. Princess ones, princess bandaids.

"You heard about 'em?" Eddie asks knowingly.

"All about 'em." You remember yourself and move your hands to under her armpits. "Speaking of..."

Eddie holds his hands out and takes her. Upset in remembering her injured knees she goes without a fuss, clearly craving her dad's comfort. She tucks her face into his neck and all but disappears into his hair. Eddie wraps her up tight, the last bit of nervous tension he'd been holding slipping away.

"We should go get some," he finishes.

You shift onto the side of your foot. "Maybe I can help look?" you ask.

Eddie grins at you. It's a cheeky kind of smile.

I see through you, it says.

"What do you think, baby? Think Y/N can come help us find some bandaids for your owie?" he murmurs.

She mutters something into his neck. He whispers something back, pats the top of her shoulders, and kisses her head.

"What'd she say?" you ask apprehensively.

Your awkward smile must amuse him, must endear him, something, because he smiles at you with his lashes kissing in the corners and elbows you with a great laugh.

"She asked if you'd kiss her owies too."

Oh my god. "Of course I will."

"That's what I told her," he says.

You pick up your basket and trip over yourself as you follow him into the first aid aisle. You're frenetic and awkward under Eddie's steady gaze, a bumbling mess of nerves and shakey giggles, but when it's your turn to kiss Roan's scraped knees, you're perfect.

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rookie98writes · 10 months

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It'll Be Easier If I Show You

Relationship: Hatake Kakashi x fem!Reader

Rating: Explicit - Minors DNI

Warnings: fluff, smut, spooning, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, creampie, light angst if you squint

Word Count: 3.2k

Summary: A tiring mission leaves Kakashi feeling drained, but coming home to you is the perfect remedy.

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Kakashi carried his leaden bones and worn-out muscles through the door, careful to reset the security seals before kicking off his sandals and stumbling into the bathroom. He groaned as he tugged away his bindings and tossed his soiled clothes in the hamper. His muscles were tight, but he turned on the shower and let the steam fill the room.

His fingers gripped the counter and he looked at himself in the mirror. Dark circles hung under his eyes, dirt and dried sweat and blood crusted onto his skin. He molded his hand to his jaw and pressed his thumb into the junction under his ear. He worked at the tightness for a minute before he pulled away, stepping into the shower and letting the hot water pulse onto him.

It had been a struggle to force himself into the shower, but as soon as he was under the showerhead, he felt ready to fall asleep standing up. He kept his eyes closed, enjoying the liquid heat loosening his muscles and washing the grime of the mission down the drain. But it wasn’t enough to just stand there. He reached for the shampoo and scrubbed his hair, washing it clean. The water swirling down the drain was murkier than he expected it to be, and as strongly as he had wanted to climb directly into bed the second he had walked through the front door, he was relieved he had the discipline to shower off. There was no way he could have brought all of that filth to bed.

Just a few minutes later he was finished, scrubbed clean and newly dog-tired. While the warmth of the shower released some of his tension, it had thrown him further toward exhaustion. He went through the final motions, brushing his teeth but skipping the post-mission shave. His cheeks weren’t prickly enough to bother him; he could deal with it tomorrow.

His shoulders were heavy as he finally made his way into the bedroom, but a lightness spread through his body when his eyes fell on your form; tucked under the blanket and lying on your side with your back facing him. The curve of your body was like a siren song, drawing him toward the bed. He was again grateful he’d forced himself to shower before coming into the bedroom. He certainly wouldn’t have had the strength to leave after getting this close.

He slid on a pair of briefs before carefully crawling in behind you, sliding between the sheets and finding your soft body. You looked so peaceful and perfect, wearing only panties and a lightweight sleep shirt that had bunched and collected around your waist.

Kakashi snuck as close as possible and adjusted his position to fit his body perfectly against you. Where your knees bent, his did as well. His chest fit up against your back. He burrowed his right arm carefully under your waist, wrapping his left around your front so they might both meet and pull you closer.

He hated the idea that he might disturb your sleep, but the mission—and the clean up afterward—had drained him. All he wanted was to feel as much of you as he could.

The great Copy-nin of Konoha was desperate.

He tucked his face into the curve of your neck and allowed himself to deeply inhale the welcoming and familiar scent of your clean skin.

“Hmm?” You stirred, a tiny confused sound echoing from your throat as you tensed a little. “Kashi?”

Sleep still had a tight hold on you, your questions coming out in barely intelligible mumbles. Still, the sound of his name on your lips made Kakashi beam from ear to ear.

“It’s me, Y/N,” he whispered against your skin, selfishly savoring you as you shivered in response. “I didn’t mean to wake you. I just…really missed you.”

The admission was heavy in his throat, despite all the similar gestures he’d already shared with you to get to this point. Burying his vulnerability was an old habit, but at times it was still hard for Kakashi to shake.

Funny, how you could break through his defenses, even in the grip of sleep.

“C’mere,” you muttered sleepily as you nestled back against his chest. You hummed a pleased sound as you took hold of his arms and surrounded yourself more tightly with them, like he was a security blanket on a stormy night. “Missed you too. Glad you’re home.”

Kakashi smiled and nuzzled his face into your hair. “Shh, go back to sleep, baby.”

He sighed and brushed his lips over your skin, the taste and scent of you finally beating back the anxiety that had caused his heart to race the last two nights and make sleep impossible. But here, in the comfort of this shared bed, your essence calmed his senses and lulled him into a true state of security strong enough to finally allow him to sleep. Here, with you secure in his grasp, he was finally home.

As long as he had you, he would be okay.

⁂

When you first woke up, you couldn’t understand how you’d managed to tangle yourself in the blankets so tightly that you were effectively restrained. But when you shifted your shoulders and were met with the solid form of Kakashi behind you, pure joy flooded your body. The memory of him coming home and pulling you close sometime in the early hours of the morning put a smile on your face, and the feeling of his insistent erection against your ass morphed that smile into a smirk.

His breaths were deep and warm against the back of your neck, tickling the soft hairs at your nape. He was buried so deep that you couldn’t believe he wasn’t choking on your hair with every inhale. One of his hands had burrowed underneath your sleep shirt, splayed over your abdomen to keep you close. The other was snaked under your waist, curling all the way around to be sure you were completely trapped. His hips were just barely moving, his half-hard dick nestled against your ass despite the obstacles of both his and your own underwear.

You angled your hips just a little, pressing back as he pushed forward. He exhaled a cross between a grunt and a moan. His hold on you somehow tightened as he started working his hips a little faster, still fast asleep. The feel of him rutting against you was making your skin tingle, warmth and moisture pooling between your thighs. You arched yourself to a sharper angle to meet him with a bit more pressure. It felt too good; the moan that tore from your throat sounded way too loud in the quiet of the room barely yet bathed in sunlight.

He suddenly stopped, eyelashes tickling your neck as he blinked awake. A warm shade of pink pricked your cheeks as he hummed against your skin, stretching his muscles to wake his body.

“Mmmmm, good morning sweetheart,” he sighed, rubbing his nose against the shell of your ear. “I was just having the best dream.”

A grin tugged at your lips. “Oh?”

“Mhmm,” he hummed again and lightly kissed your jaw. “You were there.”

“Was I?” you smiled. “And what was I doing?”

His laughter—deep from his chest, the most husky and satisfied sound you’d ever heard from him—vibrated against your back. Your heart was absolutely overflowing with love for this man. He nipped at your earlobe and let his hands skim over the skin of your stomach. “It’ll be easier if I show you.”

He ran his hand down your body and gripped your hip, holding your ass flush against his lap. You giggled as he ground his erection against you, kissing and nibbling at your jaw and the tendons of your neck. You reached back to hold the roots of his hair.

Kakashi slid his hand from your hip to his own waist, pushing his briefs down with uncoordinated, overeager movements. He finally got the fabric halfway down his thighs and you felt the warmth of his skin against yours. Having him so close just felt so good, and you’d missed him while he was gone, even though it was one of his shorter missions. Being with him just made you so happy, and nothing made you happier than to just let your body react to him.

You exhaled excitedly as you felt arousal slicken between your legs. Kakashi hummed against your skin, noticing how ready and eager you were for him. His long fingers hooked under your panties and he yanked them down as he continued to kiss you. Then you felt him reach as far down your leg as he could, lifting it to position it on his hip.

He was immediately at your opening, teasing your hole with the head of his cock. Every push felt like it would finally be the one that would fill you, but he kept taunting you right up to the point you were ready to beg him to take you already. You felt his knowing smile on your skin when he finally pushed his full length inside your welcoming hole.

Another wanton moan escaped your lips and Kakashi smirked against your neck. “Mmmm that’s it, baby. It was just like that.” His left hand stayed on your thigh, his right arm cradling your waist and keeping you flat against his chest. “Hmmm, I love holding you while I fuck you.”

Tiny sighs of pleasure slid from your lips. “Kashi…”

“You feel so good,” he groaned, his mouth skating over your neck as he gently pumped in and out of you. “Already so wet for me.”

Your fingers scrambled over whatever bits of him you could reach while he leisurely rocked his hips. “I can’t help it,” you moaned. “I missed you—haaa—so much while you were gone.”

“Mmm well let me make it up to you.”

You gasped out as he pulled you back onto his cock over and over. His hold on you stayed tight as he lovingly fucked into your wet heat. You could hear the messy squelching sounds of your body being invaded by him, his throbbing dick finally at home inside of you.

“Ohh, Kakashi!”

Kakashi bit down gently on the shell of your ear, licking at the captive skin as he tightened his hold around your waist. He trapped you in place as his hips moved in a harsher rhythm. His knee wedged between your legs to open you wider, his greedy cock pushing your labia apart and easing access for every inch of his shaft. Kakashi shifted his arm again and you sharply winced as his elbow ground into your rib.

“Sorry,” he panted. “You okay?”

You nodded, sucking air through your teeth as you tried to adjust your position to relieve the pressure. Kakashi gently kissed your cheek as he slid his arm from under you. “Here,” he cooed, slowly pulling himself out of your soft insides. You whined at the empty feeling, but he kissed your shoulder to soothe you. “Don’t worry baby. I’m not done with you yet.”

He rolled you onto your back and immediately climbed on top of you, holding himself up to hover over you and admire you. “You’re so beautiful,” he complimented you. You blushed, sure that your hair must look as wild as his silver locks did.

But he clearly didn’t care. He bent his arms to lower himself closer to you and captured your lips in a sweet kiss. You could feel his right hand cup your jaw, caressing the side of your face as he tenderly ran his tongue along your lip to open your mouth. You couldn’t help yourself, parting your lips easily and letting your tongue meet his. He groaned deep in his throat and tilted your head to allow himself to kiss you deeper.

He pulled away after a few minutes, giving you a chance to breathe. “I missed you too, Y/N. I couldn’t wait to come back home to you.”

“Kakashi…” Your heart was absolutely melting at how affectionate Kakashi was being. It wasn’t so much that it was out of the ordinary, but sometimes after a tough mission, he just had a certain softness about him. You were worried for what he might have been through, and although you were always thankful that the danger wasn’t so much that didn’t come home, you still didn’t like the thought of him being so shaken.

Before you had a chance to wonder too much, you felt the blunt head of his cock pressing back at your entrance. Your body was overexcited to receive him again. Kakashi sighed in contentment as he easily slid all the way in, bumping his hips into yours. Warmth flooded your chest, your heart expanding to the point of bursting with how much you loved him and how adored he made you feel. The reaction was automatic; you wrapped your arms around his back and hugged him close.

If he needed affection, you wanted to shower him with it.

“Y/N…” His body blanketed yours, his chest completely covering yours and securing you with his reassuring weight and solid muscle. His right hand cupped the back of your head to bring you back in for another kiss. His slower, purposeful thrusts were hitting all the right spots. You felt the tension simmering below your navel.

He took his left hand and buried it under your hip, his fingers splaying over your ass as he gave it an affectionate squeeze. You giggled against his mouth even as he continued pulling soft moans from your chest. His mouth was desperate for you; never losing contact, not even when you tossed your head back as a notably delicious shiver spread through you. He just kept kissing you—whatever bit he could taste. You could feel more than hear him murmuring into your neck. “Feel so good baby,” he panted. “Love you.”

“Love you,” you responded. “You’re so good to me, Kakashi.”

He grunted a surprised, sensitive sound before burrowing his face into the crook of your neck. “Gods, Y/N…”

“It’s okay,” you smiled. He lifted his head to look at you, and you could see in his expression everything he felt: happy, safe, loved—and about to completely blow. “It’s alright. Cum for me Kakashi.”

He hesitated only a second before he kissed you hard, his fingers tangling into the messy hair at the back of your head. You could feel the vibrations of his lips as he mumbled more praises against you, picking up speed as he raced to his end. His teeth sunk into your lower lip and his hands each tightened their grips as he came, warmth flooding your insides and causing you to sigh and gasp against him.

His hips snapped into you twice more, a little of the intensity abandoned as his dick twitched, the last drops of cum draining into you. He groaned and kept your lip in his mouth’s grasp until his orgasm subsided. Only then did he let go, exhaling in ecstasy. Then he closed the small distance, recapturing your lip in a kiss barely a second after releasing it. You smiled against his mouth as he held the kiss like he would never get the chance to kiss you again.

When he finally broke away, he hovered his face over yours to look into your eyes. His shoulders rose and fell as he steadied his breath. A self-conscious blush deepened the color of your cheeks. He had his Sharingan closed, but the look in his iron-grey eye was so soft and loving that you could have cried.

After a minute, he shifted his gaze down your body and carefully lifted his weight off of you, slowly pulling back his hips. You shivered as his cock slid out of you, followed immediately by a small rush of his creamy release. It was warm as it leaked out of you, and Kakashi blushed as he let his Sharingan flutter open to catch a split-second of the intimate sight.

He looked back at you and smiled. The look on his face nearly took your breath away. Kakashi was far less guarded around you than he was with other people, but it was still a rare sight to see him so giddily content. He suddenly tucked his face back into your clavicle, the weight of his spent body keeping you trapped against the mattress.

“Well,” you giggled, “that was quite a dream.”

His breath was warm as it fanned over your chest in bright laughter. He scattered a few kisses across your collarbone before looking back up at you a little apprehensively. “You didn’t finish.”

For once, you were the one to smirk. “I’m sure you’ll think of a way to make it up to me.”

“Mmmm I’m sure I will,” he panted, mirth lacing his voice as he repositioned his arms to hug around your waist.

You let him just relax for a few minutes—catch his breath and enjoy the security of home. Your fingers tangled in his hair, playing with the strands that still somehow defied gravity despite the thin layer of sweat sticking some down by his ears. Your nails scratched along his scalp, drawing out a satisfied purr from the accomplished shinobi.

“So, how did the mission go?”

He thought for a full minute before answering. “Our intel wasn’t exactly current. The enemy was much more proficient in genjutsu than we had prepared for. And because of it, we couldn’t let our guards down for a single second.”

“It was a three-day mission though,” you considered. “What about sleep?”

“Sleep is…complicated, in a situation like that.”

The corners of your mouth turned down as you pictured Kakashi forcing himself to stay awake for days on end, the pressure of keeping his comrades safe stopping him from getting any more than a blink. You ran your hand through his hair, scratching his scalp again to settle him. You turned your neck down to gently kiss his forehead. “Get some more rest, Kakashi.”

His arms tightened around your waist. “Stay with me?”

“Of course I will.”

He nuzzled into the skin of your chest, his lazy mouth brushing sleepy kisses over the skin. It was still such an honor, that he would show you this side of himself. The vulnerable side, where he locked away all his fears and self-doubt. All the little anxieties that, while no one could blame him for having, he didn’t allow anyone else to see.

Enemies and comrades alike got the Copy-nin: Kakashi of the Sharingan, renowned shinobi and infallible hero. But you got Kakashi Hatake, precious man and veritable snuggle-bug, desperate for affection and love and security. And all you wanted was to give him every ounce he needed.

His breathing settled and his heartbeat relaxed as you felt his body sink down onto you. Even though you didn’t want to, you forced yourself to take your hand away from his scalp. He was such a light sleeper; trained to be alert at the drop of a pin. But you wanted him to get as much respite as possible. Plus, he just looked so absolutely adorable, face squished into the skin of your chest and arms holding you close.

“I’m so glad you're back,” you whispered. “This is where you belong.”

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devvelle · 2 years

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Adore You

Genre: fluff, pre-relationship, mutual pining <3

Pairings: Vice Housewardens (Trey, Ruggie, Jade, Jamil, Rook, and Lilia) x gn!reader

Scenario: Cute moments with them, when they hold your hand.

A/N: reader is the prefect!

Trey and walking through a crowd.

Going to the farmer’s market for fresh fruit was Trey’s idea, but you’re happy you agreed to join him. It’s been a while since you’ve taken a break from your studies at NRC to do something fun, and getting to do it with him makes it all the better.

The massive crowd waiting when you arrive at the market, however, is unexpected. Within seconds of arriving you almost lose sight of Trey, who also realizes that it’s going to be a bit of a hassle to stick together. He instead leads you to the edge of the crowd and you stop at a deserted stall to talk.

“It seems everyone had the idea of coming today,” he muses, looking at you with an apologetic smile. “We don’t need much, but it’s going to be annoying to get everything. You up for it?”

While turning to assess the crowds behind you, you weigh the potential frustration of gathering these groceries versus how desperately you want to spend time with Trey. But you know an opportunity like this might not come again for a long time, so you look back at him with a grin. “Just don’t walk too fast, and I think we’ll be okay.”

He laughs sweetly. A warm squeeze to your hand surprises you, and looking down you find Trey’s hand grasping yours. His hand feels much bigger and you let that thought distract you for a bit too long until he tugs you closer to draw your attention.

“It’ll be easier to keep you with me like this,” he smiles teasingly, “so, ready?”

With an embarrassed huff you slot your fingers in his and squeeze in response, avoiding eye contact and tugging him away instead. His laughter continues as he follows you, happily letting you lead the way.

Ruggie and exchanging friendship bracelets.

Making Ruggie a friendship bracelet was probably a silly decision from the start. You don’t quite know what kind of reaction to expect from him; while there’s a chance he’ll be appreciative, it’s just as likely that he’ll poke fun at you and question your motives (which would be disastrous if you end up accidentally revealing your feelings for him).

Regardless, you figure it’s worth a shot.

When you finally track him down, you find him laying on his stomach on the floor of his room reading a magazine, hardly startled by you barging in. You settle on the floor in front of him and wait until he looks up at you to speak.

“Hey!” you greet, attempting to conceal the bracelets in your hands. “So I went to Sam’s yesterday and he gave me a bunch of old string for making bracelets, said they were super old or something. The colors reminded me of you, so I made us matching ones.” You flatten your palm finally allowing Ruggie to see them, and he stares with slightly wide eyes, leaning closer.

“Matching ones?” He questions, meeting your eyes again. One of the bracelets is navy blue with bright orange accents, and the other is a darker orange with navy blue accents. He seems to take particular interest in the orange one. “What for?”

“Because it’s cute, does there have to be a reason?” You shrug. “Give me your hand.”

Still wary, Ruggie extends his wrist to you. You tie the orange bracelet to him tightly then offer him the blue one and your wrist. He scrambles to place yours on, fumbling, a heavy blush creeping onto his face. Once it’s secured, you stare at your wrist and admire the colors.

Pulling you from your thoughts, Ruggie carefully reaches for your hand and holds it like he’s preparing to arm wrestle with you. You simply watch quietly as he moves your hands from left to right, admiring that the colors complement one another. A huff of air leaves his nose and he smiles brightly.

“Prefect, I’m starting to think you like me. That’s kind of embarrassing…”

He snickers, but his smile tells you he isn’t mocking you at all. He keeps your hand tightly in his all while staring at you like you’re the shiniest treasure he’s ever found; a warm feeling spreads in your chest from the fond gleam in his eyes. “It’s nice, thank you.”

Jade and an unexpected dinner date.

Rarely do you come to Mostro Lounge expecting a peaceful time. You almost always have a bad reason for being here, and you’ve nearly come to loathe the place. But today is miraculously free from any troublesome commitments–Jade having actually suggested you come by for a free meal. Although you questioned him thoroughly on what his intentions were, you eventually gave in to his innocent explanations. Even if something somehow comes up…hopefully you’ll be fed first.

It’s again Jade who greets you when you arrive and silently seats you in a booth in the far back corner, away from all the noise at the front of the lounge. Too busy admiring the atmosphere, you fail to notice his presence settle across from you until he takes your hand across the table, sliding a menu over to you.

“Know what you’d like, or would you prefer my recommendation?” Jade asks, and your thoroughly puzzled expression in response draws easy laughter from him. When did he even sit down? You scramble to reply to him, completely flustered from your lack of awareness.

“Sorry, I didn’t know you’d be eating with me,” Jade’s thumb brushes over your knuckles, his expression displaying very clear amusement. “But um, yeah. W-what would you recommend?” Though you try your hardest not to show how you’re affected by his actions, the way your heart is racing makes you fail anyway.

Ignoring the latter half of your statement, Jade instead teases you for failing to realize that he’d asked you here as a date. “Well, I didn’t want to waste an opportunity to have you alone. I hope you don’t mind me wanting to indulge in you for an evening?” He raises his brows and grins in fake innocence.

“Just tell me what to order,” you groan, tightening your hold on his fingers.

Attention now fixed on the menu, he continues stroking your knuckles. A date with Jade is a dream come true, but it might be too much for your heart to take.

Jamil and wanting all of your attention.

When you asked Jamil to take a break from his usual duties and go for a walk with you, your intentions really had been sincere. Ever since you’d seen the extent to which he’s overworked and how much he loathes it, you’ve made it your mission to help him de-stress every once in a while. Although he feigns reluctance, he’s never once turned you down.

Your evening together was off to a great start, the two of you making light conversation as you walked the grounds of NRC. Jamil always insists on leaving Scarabia when you spend time together claiming that he wants to be away from all reminders of his duties.

However, you don’t get to enjoy your time with him for long.

At every turn it seems there’s a familiar face waiting to greet you. You’re aware that you’ve made a lot of friends at NRC, but it quickly grows comical just how many people are saying hello to you. First you bump into Ortho fetching lunch for Idia, then Deuce coming back from a club meeting. And before you know it even Cater is standing before you, asking what you’re doing out so late.

Despite your best efforts to make the interactions brief, your attention isn’t at all on Jamil anymore. You let your eyes flicker to him in a panic and find he’s already gazing at you, utterly unimpressed.

Eventual Jamil has enough and groans in annoyance before stepping closer and tugging on your hand roughly. He effectively cuts off the conversation you’d just started with Epel and tugs you behind a pillar.

“Hey-”

“I thought you wanted me to take a break with you.” Jamil’s expression is beyond frustrated, and you squirm under the look he gives you. Guilt quickly consumes your thoughts.

“I do!” You defend, stepping closer to him but avoiding his eyes. Nervously, you play with his fingers.

“Then pay attention to me.” His words leave you speechless, your eyes shooting up to him. He squeezes your hand, face flushed, and it hits you that he wasn’t angry, just jealous.

Still unable to form a sentence, you do the next best thing. With a soft kiss to his cheek that leaves him stunned, you make it clear that Jamil is deserving of all your attention and more.

Rook and the fear of missing out on time with you.

Rook actually holds your hand quite often and you will never complain about it. It fills your stomach with butterflies each and every time your hand finds itself in his as he greets you hello with a kiss to your knuckles.

That’s exactly what he does today as well after you bump into him in the hallway. Unfortunately, the moment is interrupted before Rook can speak his greeting as a voice calls his name from down the hall. A student from his dorm comes jogging up to the two of you and Rook sighs heavily, his warm breath fanning over your hand. He turns to the student with a pout and a hushed ‘how inconvenient’ but doesn’t release his grip. His body still fully faces you as well, this childish behavior forcing you to stifle a laugh.

The student can tell Rook is annoyed as they launch into an explanation and they hardly need to spare you a glance before connecting the dots that they’ve interrupted something. They speak faster, but you can pick up that Rook is needed back at the dorm urgently. The student scurries off, allowing the vice housewarden to fix his attention on you once again.

“Good morning ma chèrie,” he sulks dramatically. “What a troublesome interruption, I extend my sincere apologies.” Your laughter successfully draws a smile from him, “it seems my assistance has been requested. Join me, won’t you?” Rook’s eyes are hopeful, but there’s nervousness swirling in them.

“Of course! Lead the way.”

You agree to quell his anxiety, feeling that he might think he offended you even though it wasn’t his intention. His relief, once you agree, is overwhelmingly endearing. Even more so when he holds your hand tighter to bring you close.

“Then, let us be off!”

Though there’s clearly a rush, you take your time walking to Pomefiore. Rook inquires about your life, your classes, and your other friends to which you reply excitedly and the conversation flows easily. He lets you carry the conversation and clumsily readjusts his grip often, betraying his own nerves.

Your heart is full, though, knowing you make him just as nervous as he does you.

Lilia and having someone to trust.

Okay, so maybe locking yourself up in your room to sulk is kind of childish, but what else are you supposed to do when you get rejected by the person you ask out? All things considered, you aren’t really that upset over it since it was just a random classmate you sort of found attractive, but it still sucked. And at least sulking gives you an excuse to ignore Grim for a bit.

Time to yourself gets boring fast though, and distantly you remember Lilia asking you to update him on how it went since he was the one to encourage you to do it. You grab your phone from your bedside table and open up the text thread you share with him. Sparing most of the details, you let him know they had politely declined and throw your phone onto your bed.

It chimes with a response instantly but you don’t even get to reach for your phone before he manifests in front of you. You neither have a moment to wonder how he even did that because apologies are spilling from his mouth.

“Oh, Prefect, I’m so sorry! I never would have imagined they’d say no to you-”

Before he can get into a long-winded apology you get up from your bed with a sigh, quickly trapping him in a tight hug that he returns after a moment of hesitation. He gets the hint to stop speaking.

After a few moments, he decides to rock you gently, reveling in your warmth and the tightness of your embrace. It's such a tender moment that you hate having to break it.

“Honestly...I don’t think I liked him that much,” you mumble into the blazer of his uniform, cheek smushed against him. “Just sucks, you know? But it wasn’t your fault.” Lilia hums.

He pauses to think for a moment before reluctantly pulling back from the embrace with a troubled expression. He takes both of your hands and scans your eyes, seemingly reaching a resolution.

“Do you trust me?” he asks.

“Obviously." You reply.

Lilia kisses you gently then, and it’s all you’ve ever hoped for. It’s sweet and gentle and takes your breath away, and you can't imagine why you'd ever set your sights on anyone else. He kisses you again and again until you’re both giggling into one another, all worries completely forgotten.

a/n: this is my first time writing for twst I hope it's not ooc :') I was excited to write for Lilia. reblog 4 a forehead kiss (extra kiss if u send me a request for the first years)

#twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twst headcanons #twst imagines #trey clover x reader #ruggie bucci x reader #jade leech x reader #jamil viper x reader #rook hunt x reader #lilia vanrouge x reader #twst wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #twst fluff

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hana-no-seiiki · 1 year

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I saw that you need ideas, so how about a yandere from the Neons? I mean, I would like to see more content from them since they represent the elements in Honkai star rail, by the way, sorry if you don't understand, my English is bad... I leave you a little drawing of a masculine makima (it has nothing to do with it, but as a gift ) xd Also, I don't know if I'm the only one, but Nanook makes me handsome >///<

(Sorry, I had already finished it but the work was stained hahaha and I did it again)

Yus the Aeons are so cool looking!! You really feel like they’re actual gods of the universe, especially since you don’t see them first hand (at least for now). Also Masculine Makima reminds me of Karma Akabane lol. I’ll draw it in my style, and add it here as an extra for you ♥️

Hb we mash those two topics up together actually?

warnings: mild yandere themes. mild spoilers for csm. major canon divergence. reader takes the shape of a masc/amab character but it isnt their original form.

status: unedited. updated art.

YANDERE! AEONS + VARIOUS! HSR x AEON OF FEAR/CONTROL! READER

You have no memory of your conception, only that you started existing for what felt like an eternity.

You represented fear and despair, but unlike IX whose mere presence drove humanity into insanity, or the rest of your fellow aeon’s godlike status amongst the world,

you walked around as a normal, ordinary human being.

As normal as an Aeon can get anyways.

In your current lifetime, you took the shape of Himeko’s “brother”, planting fake memories into her mind and being the one that urged her to travel the stars. While she was the navigator, you took the role of conductor before creating Pompom to supplant you.

Welt always knew you weren’t just a regular person. Your eyes always felt distant, so far off that not even a century’s worth of trail blazing would allow him to come close. As such he mostly kept cordial relations with you.

The youngsters of the bunch on the other hand, never seemed to realize the sheer magnanimity of the danger you held and always hung around you.

Particularly that Caelus. The newest addition to the crew. The stellaron within him always pulsed in some sort of giddiness and excitement whenever you were around. The boy couldn’t help but be a nervous wreck when he was around you. Stuttering and stumbling was a common occurrence whenever you so decide as to just breathe at his direction.

You knew what those Stellarons are, their nature, their purpose, the way they were created. In fact if you wanted to, you could have taken the Astral Express straight to the source of it all, your partner: Nanook.

However that would have ruined the fun of it all. So you chose to let them have their little adventures before the final confrontation.

Also because you signed a contract to not meddle with Nanook’s business in exchange for your freedom. But that was another story to tell.

“Why . . . why do you continue this farce? This utterly worthless play?”

IX’s voice rang within your ears and no one else’s. You were the only being it ever gave the time of day to. You imagine it to be the reason why insanity slowly built itself within the recesses of your head.

“You may see the entire universe as worthless . . . but I,” You breath hitched. You looked around your room. Time was frozen. Everything turned grey. You weren’t afraid of the others in the express hearing you, just that the following words you were about to spout out felt like bile on your mouth. “I suppose I’m still a bit like them in a way. I wish to see the world without its evils.”

“And destroying them. That is my first step.” You summon an orb of golden light. Stellarons. The creation of the very thing that made you loath all evil. Including yourself. You will eradicate these and then Nanook yourself. One day.

“Is that why you send those hunters out?”

“Perhaps.” The orb within your hands get covered in chains, quickly getting crushed within the metal like substance as it soon disappeared.

“Do as you wish. Just do not bother me like that imbecile.”

“I promise. I will be much worse than Yaoshi.”

IX remained silent for several seconds, no doubt regretting its decision of associating with you before adding, “. . . And do not die.”

“That one I cannot guarantee.”

Your room’s color returns, time continues. Signaling the end of two Aeons’ encounter.

Nanook, the Aeon that threatened to eradicate all that you love. All so they could have your soul once more. Within your gilded cage. Within your original body that lied dormant.

The Destruction will no longer be a path. That is a guarantee you write upon the stars when your Trail Blazing lifetime eventually comes to a close.

The stage is set, your actors ready.

All you needed was the cue.

Your gloved hand arose, pointing towards the express’s windows in the shape of a gun.

“Bang.”

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hazybisou · 1 year

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ONE CHANCE

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reader x mark estapa

summary: for weeks, mark has been trying to get y/n to go out with him but he always got a ‘no’. that all changes one night when she admits she’s developed feelings for him after a game.

a/n: literally i got like four drafts rn so have patience with your girl here

you had been sitting in the same spot for 43 minutes and 32 seconds but who’s counting? obviously, you were. as much as you enjoyed your intro to business course, you were tired and were just yearning to go to your apartment. the idea of lying in bed and doing nothing but binge-watch “New Girl” and cuddling up into your blanket was sounding very, very tempting to you. god wasn’t on your side today.

you finished up taking the final bit of notes you needed before you closed your notebook with a sigh of relief. there was approximately 12 minutes left of class and then you’d be free. to kill time you had begun to scroll through instagram.

at the beginning of the year, your professor had gone over the rules and expectations. one of them included how if you were to finish early, for the reminder of class you could just hang out till you were dismissed as long as you wouldn’t distract your peers.

eventually you got tired of instagram which is when you switched to doodling on the back of your notebook. it was quite relaxing actually. to be able to do whatever you pleased. in between classes, you has always loved going into the courtyard and sitting under a tree, whether it be listening to music or drawing, you had found that time to be peaceful. just like now.

in the midst of sketching a rose, you felt someone tap your shoulder. you turned your head and were met with four grinning faces: johnny druskinis, luca fantilli, luke hughes, and mark estapa. they were known around campus for playing for umich’s mens ice hockey team. to many, they were considered to be royalty, but to you? they were just a bunch of childish men who thought way too much of themselves. so what could they want with you?

“can i help you?” you asked, clearly annoyed with the situation already. the boys all looked at each other before they all spoke in unison, “yes.”

“okay…what is it that you need?”

mark was the first to speak, “for you to go out with me.”

silence.

you couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow. why the hell would some guy you barely talked to ever would want to go out with you? it made no sense. the most you’ve ever spoken to him was during your first semester and it was only to ask if you could borrow a pencil. even then, he wasn’t this weird.

“you’re kidding, right?” you really hoped they were. you hoped that this was all some sick joke.

he just shook his head, “no, i’m not.”

you squinted you eyes at him before slowly turning around and getting back to you drawing.

the fours boys looked at each other once again before one of them asked, “sooo is that a yes?” it was luke.

you turned your upper body toward them. “why are you asking me to go on a date with you if we’ve barely ever talked?” it's a valid question. no one goes up to a girl they’ve never had an interaction with before and just blatantly asks them out. unless you’re a cocky son of a bitch but other than that it has never happened.

“well first of all, i think you’re a nice person and second of all, you’re cute. ” mark stated.

you just stared at him for a good minute before turning around again. you tried to convince yourself that, that last comment he made hadn’t made you blush, but you could feel your cheeks get hot. “no.”

mark’s eyebrows furrowed before he turned to his teammates, “what do i do now? she said no.” you were still able to hear them but blocked them out as you continued to sketch the petals of the rose.

“man i don’t know! i’ve never had a girl reject me before, what do you want me to tell you?!” luca whispered-shouted and mark just rolled his eyes before turning back to you.

he had leaned forward and was right at your ear. “oh cmon, i’m not that bad of a person.”

you put your pencil down and just stared ahead before answering. “my answer’s still no,” you turned your head and that’s when you realized how close you were. you couldn’t help but feel the heat creep up to your cheeks.

mark had noticed as he had a small smile plastered on his face. “please?” he begged like a little kid when they wanted something.

“you just won’t give up will you?” you knew he would keep pestering you about it until you’d yes but that’s not like you. you weren’t going to go out with some random guy you just met and expect it to go good. you wanna go out with someone who you know and have had moments with. and mark hadn’t checked either of those boxes.

“nope.”

you just smiled before turning around. your professor had dismissed the class and you quickly picked up before walking out of there and heading to you apartment, wanting to forget about what had just happened.

he was cute but that’s all you had to say about him.

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it was finals week and you had a huge exam coming up. every chance you got, you’d be going over your notes, reading your textbook, highlighting and writing more notes down. it was a pain in the ass. which is why currently, you were sitting at a table booth in the far corner at some cafe near campus.

you had your headphones on, listening to your playlist you had created for occasions like this. you were singing the lyrics to yourself, not wanting to make so much noise as you were in public and it’d be embarrassing if someone had heard you sing. you were in the middle of highlighting a paragraph when you felt the cushion dip, signaling someone had sat next to you.

you grab your headphones and wrapped them around your neck as you turned to face the perosn who had decided to sit next to you.

it was mark.

you had no idea why you were even surprised. for the past month, he had been trying to get you to go on a date with him. always sitting near you in class, passing you notes as if you were in high school again and sometimes, he would even leave a flower bouquet on your doorstep with a little note. it always said something along the lines of, ‘beautiful flowers for a beautiful girl -mark’ and if you were to be honest, it made you feel something inside.

you tilted your head a bit as you looked at him in confusion. “what are you doing estapa?” you already knew the answer to your question. normally, you’d want the conversation between the two of you to end the second he’d start talking to you but today you felt like talking to him like you would with anyone else.

“sitting down to talk to you,” he answered before scooting closer and leaning forward to look at why you had been doing. he just raised an eyebrow before he leaned back to look at you. “finals?”

“yeah, it’s been a pain in my ass recently and if i don’t pass this upcoming test, my life is practically over” you remarked as you gestured to your stuff laid out over the table. “it’s just been a stressful week and i’ve barely has time to do anything but study.”

mark only smiled. “i know something that can relieve the stress.” mark noticed how you perked up at the statement.

“oh, please! literally anything would help all my worries go away.”

“tomorrow night, go out with me.” mark inquired. you should’ve seen it coming. at this point all conversations with mark had ended in him asking you out and you giving him the answer, ‘no’.

you sighed as you put your head in your hands. “mark,” you stopped yourself before you could go any further.

mark had turned his body towards you, “oh cmon y/n. just one chance, i’ll make it worth your while.”

“i can’t. i have to study and you should be doing the same.” you said as you picked up your highlighter again and began to resume your reading.

mark rolled his eyes at the mention of studying. “all you do is study. you know you’re allowed to go out at times, right?”

you ignored his comments and spoke up, “my answer’s no.”

“i won’t stop until you say yes.”

“then i guess you’ll be trying for a while.” you shot him a fake smile before returning to your reading.

he only shrugged, “that’s fine by me,” and with that he slid out of the booth and headed out.

what is it with this boy and insisting on taking you out? surely it was all a joke, a bet even, between his friends if he could get you to agree to go on a date with him or not. it had to be a joke.

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it was friday night meaning you had finished all your exams and were happily laying in bed, wanting to relax. you had ‘New Girl’ on and you were enjoying every second of it until your roommate aka your best friend, natalie, had barged into your room. you were pretty sure the door knob had left a hole in the wall.

“get up hoe, we have places to be.” she exclaimed as she began to raid your closet.

you sat up as you stared at her like she were a mad man. “what do you mean, ‘we have places to be’” you began thinking, trying to remember if you had something important to attend to. “did i forget about us having plans or something because i don’t-”

“no, we didn’t have plans but now we do. so get your ass out of bed and start getting ready.” she ushered you into the bathroom and she handed you a pair of light washed jeans, a white tank top and a maize zip up with a michigan beanie. now you were really confused.

natalie had taken out your makeup bag and began to take out your mascara, lip gloss, blush and many other things you didn’t even know you had. you grabbed her hands making her turn towards you. “where are we going?”

“to a hockey game.”

she can’t be serious.

“you can’t be serious.” she only smiled and shrugged before going out of your bathroom and into the living room.

“i’ll be waiting for you and you only have thirty minutes!” she shouted as she made her way to the couch. this bitch is crazy.

you had put on the outfit and began to do your makeup. you hair was already done from when you did it in the morning before your 8:00 am lecture. somehow it had stayed in tact, only a few baby hairs were sticking out but nothing you couldn’t fix with hair gel.

you finished up your makeup and started to put everything in the bag but you left it be as natalie had shouted you only have two minutes. it’d be cleaned up eventually.

you walked out of the bathroom and headed toward the living room where natalie was waiting for you. “can we go now?” natalie looked up form her phone and a grin spread across her face. she nodded her head and you both headed out the door.

on the walk to yost, you both had met up with some of the player’s girlfriends. you and natalie were friends with them and you all hanged out even if you have never been the biggest fan of the men’s hockey team.

a couple minutes later, you had all arrived to the arena and went inside before showing your tickets and heading towards the rink. you followed behind as you watched the boys warm up. you had thought you were to get seats up high where you could barely see the puck, but to your luck, you had front row seats to the game.

you all had began to talk when molly, adam fantilli’s girlfriend, spoke, “so y/n how’s your relationship going with mark?” all the girls turned towards you, some confused while others just had a smirk on their face. what relationship? you guys were just friends. well if you could call it that.

“our relationship?” you questioned. you weren’t even in one. although sometimes you wish you were. over the course of mark’s attempts to ask you out, you couldn’t help but develop some feeling for him. with the flower bouquets on your doorstep, the small conversations you’ve had with him, to him trying to sit near you in class, always staring at you, it made you feel things you’ve never felt before.

molly furrowed her eyebrows, “you’re not together?” you could only skate you head no, “that’s weird. adam keeps telling me about how mark wont shut up about you and how he can’t wait for you to go on a date with him soon.”

“i never agreed to go on a date with him.” you replied to her statement. had he been making up lies? “if anything, i keep telling him no whenever he asks me.”

“why?!”

“you should say yes!”

“he’s in love with you, you know.”

“you guys would be cute together.”

you just looked at all of them and playfully rolled your eyes. “i don’t know.”

“he’s always sending her flowers almost every day. we’re running out of vases to put them in.” natalie explained and they all started squealing, asking you about the whole situation.

you were too busy explaining the whole story from when mark first asked you in class till now that you hadn’t noticed a certain player staring at you from the ice.

mark couldn’t help but smile at the thought of you being here at his game. he was too busy staring that he hadn’t noticed that ethan and mackie had skated over to him when they noticed their friend had been in the same spot for a while. the pair followed his gaze and both smirked at each other when they realized who mark had been looking at the whole time.

ethan put a hand on his shoulder, “dude, you are whipped.” that seemed to snap mark out of his trance.

“what?” mark‘s face had turned a deep shade at red as he had been caught staring at you.

“are two dating or what?”

mark looked at mackie, “where’d you get that from?” he asked.

“for the last month, she’s all you ever talk about. kinda just assumed she was your girl.” mackie shrugged as he skated side to side.

“no way is that ever happening. i’ve asked her out more times than i can count and the answers always been no,” mark said as he moved to stand in front of the two, “i’ve given up hope at this point.”

“might as well try one more time.” ethan suggested as he looked over mark’s shoulder. “i mean she’s looking at you right now,” he pointed over to where you and all the girls were seated. mark turned around and you quickly looked back as you had been caught. “they’re giggling. and are back to looking at you.”

mark could only give him a look. “so what? that’s what they do.”

ethan and mackie looked at each other before they bursted out laughing. “what’s so funny now?”

“god you really are stupid.” ethan told mark who playfully pushed ethan. “she’s in love with you too.”

mark scoffed. “and how would you know?”

“because i heard her talking about you to her friends. she said how at first she was a little annoyed with you because she’d be in class and you would sit either in front or behind her just to ask her out. and then you started to send her flowers with a little note attached and you’d pass her notes in class telling her she looked pretty and how you loved her personality and shit and wow you’re in deep man.” ethan explained and mark got annoyed before gesturing for him to continue, “she couldn’t help but feel something inside. she started to develop feelings for you and now that she looks back at it, she wished she would have said yes to when you asked her if she’d go out with you-”

ethan couldn’t finish what he was saying as frank had called them over. mackie and ethan skated over to the bench, mark not too far behind.

throughout the whole game, mark kept thinking about you and what ethan had said. did you love him? had you said no all those times to avoid your feelings for him? many thoughts ran through his head. he had to ask you. just one more time and hopefully this time you’d admit your feelings to him instead of avoiding them.

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the boys had won and you were all waiting outside the locker room for the boys to come out. the group was talking about going out next weekend but you zoned out. the whole night you couldn’t help but think, ‘maybe telling mark no was a bad idea’ and you knew it was. when he came out of the locker room, you would tell him how you felt, no hesitation.

about ten minutes later, you could hear the boys all shouting and clapping. you all winced at the noise but soon it stopped and the boys had started to file out of the room, some saying hi while others just smirked as they passed by you. the boys went over to their girlfriends while you stood to the side, letting them have their moment when all of a sudden you heard you name being called.

you turned around and were meet with mark and the sophomores behind him. you were confused, majorly confused. “hi?”

“i’m only going to ask once. y/n will you please go on a date with me?” mark pleaded.

that was unexpected.

you stood there, frozen. you didn’t know what to say. well you did but with everyone around you just froze. mark waved a hand in front of you face. “y/n?”

“huh, what?”

he couldn’t help but smile, “will you go on a date with me?” you did the fist thing that came to mind, you went up to him and pressed a kiss to his cheek. you leaned back and could see the blush on his face. “is that a yes or?”

“it’s a yes.”

everyone that was still there cheered and mark couldn’t help but wrap his arms around you as everyone had practically pounced on you both, celebrating mark’s success of you saying yes to a date.

“you know i like you right?” you broke the hug as you stared up at him. you nodded in response.

“i do mark. and it’s ok because i happen to like you as well.”

“i know.”

what did he mean he knew?

“what do you mean, ‘i know’?” you wondered as you pulled back.

“ethan told me earlier.” that little bitch.

you hid your head in his chest. “i’m gonna kill him.” you felt mark laugh.

“don’t be embarrassed. it’s okay. i mean i’ve loved you since i saw first saw you in class but was too much of a pussy to even talk to you so i just kept my distance. which is probably why you’ve always said no to all those times i asked.” mark said as you two began to walk out of yost behind everyone else.

“woah buddy, how about we keep the ‘i love you’s’ away until after that date.” you both chuckled. “i love you too. i have ever since you started sending over those flowers. and those notes you’d give me in class always made my day better. especially when i was having a shitty day which happened to be very often.” you both walked behind everyone. “i didn’t realize until a month later and now i wished i would’ve said yes sooner. it would’ve saved me all this trouble of denying my feelings for you when clearly i had loved you ever since you started to do all these things just to get me to say yes, which by way worked.” you smiled and he did too.

“i can tell. otherwise i wouldn’t do this.” he leaned down and pressed his lips to yours. your hands found his cheeks and his found your waist. you didn’t waste a second to respond. the kiss was slow but passionate. it was all you ever wanted. you pulled away and looked up at him. “i love you.”

“i love you too.” you leaned up and pressed a chaste kiss to his lips before you heard mackie call out, “hey lovebirds, let’s go! we’re going to the bar to celebrate this win!”

you and mark laughed as he stared down at you. “this doesn’t count as our first official date, right?” he asked as you two caught up with everyone.

you shook your head, “no, not unless you want it to be.”

“good.”

the way i honestly got a little carried away with this and it somehow still turned out like shit. it’s fine. the last part was booty as i had gotten tired but at least it’s done. this took me two days to write and i promise all of my other fics won’t be this long.

#mark estapa #mark estapa x reader #mark estapa blurb #umich hockey #ethan edwards #luke hughes #mackie samoskevich #luca fantilli #frank nazar #johnny druskinis #isa’s works

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clovestreet · 1 year

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use me- chad meeks martin

an: chad is so CRIMINALLY underrated... and there is like almost nothing for him on here so i wanted to take things into my own hands🤗 i hope you guys enjoy and as always let me know if you want to see anything else for characters i have already written for :)

summary: you wanted to try something new with your boyfriend you and he made sure you were glad you asked..

warnings: SMUT (16+⚠️) thigh riding, soft/playful chad😊

It was eating away at you.

Your palms were clammy as your nails dug crescent- shaped marks into them, your legs bouncing up and down in your chair, your teeth digging into your bottom lip sharp enough to draw blood.

You wanted to do this so bad but you had no idea how to ask. The thought of asking him made your stomach twist in knots.

It all started when Sam told you about it. It had never really crossed your mind until she mentioned it and told you it was a “euphoric experience” and that you just “had to try it with Chad”.

You and Chad were no stranger to each other’s bodies, much less sex. You loved being intimate with Chad and you guys had experimented with a bunch of different things.

But riding his thigh? That was something you had definitely not tried yet.

But now you couldn’t stop thinking about it and you wanted to try it so bad.

You just didn’t know if Chad would be down for it and you were terrified to ask.

Watching your handsome boyfriend cook you dinner shirtless dancing around the kitchen in your new apartment didn’t make you any less nervous to ask either. He was just so beautiful and his beauty still intimidated you in the best way possible.

“Dinner’s ready babe!” he said shuffling over to you, two plates in hand.

He placed a kiss on the top of your head as he placed your plate in front of you and then sitting beside you.

“Thank you baby.” you said as you stared at your plate.

You knew the second you looked at him he would know something was up.

He smiled at you and watched your expression carefully as you looked at your plate.

“Let me know if you like this new recipe, Mindy told me I needed to add garlic so I mixed that with the- “

He paused and looked directly into your eyes.

Shit.

“Is everything okay baby?” he asked in a concerned tone as his hand reached over to rub your shoulder.

You swallowed and tried your best to keep your voice from wavering with nerves.

“Mhm, everything’s fine.”

“Doesn’t sound fine to me. What’s bothering you babe?” he said scooting his chair closer to yours.

You put your hands over your face and sighed. There was no getting out of this now.

“I just- god I can’t do this.” you groaned into your hands.

Chad pulled your hands from your face and held them in his own. You looked into his eyes and saw nothing but genuine love and concern. You were being dramatic, why couldn’t you just spit it out?

“You know I’m not gonna let you off the hook until you tell me.”

You swallowed again, trying to prepare yourself for how to word this.

“Um, it’s really nothing babe, I’m fine, I guess I just wanted to ask you if-”

You paused and looked into his eyes again.

“If we could try something new.” you finally said.

It took him a second to understand what you were saying, but then he was shifting in his seat, looking at you a little differently than before. There was a glimmer of want and lust in his eyes that gave you butterflies.

His thumb caressed over the back of your hand as he looked at you.

“Of course baby, I’m always down for whatever.” he said smiling at you.

You felt your nervousness fade away as you took a deep breath.

“I basically just heard about it from Sam and wanted to see if we could give it a try.” you said shyly.

“What is it baby?”

You sucked in another deep breath. Here goes nothing.

“I want to ride your thigh.”

You said it impossibly fast but somehow Chad still understood you because you watched him shift again in his seat, trying to hide the obviously growing bulge beneath his grey joggers.

“I am so down, you have no idea.” he said with the biggest shiteating grin on his face.

You threw your head back in laughter in response.

He was beaming at you as he took your hand and led you up and out of your seat to grab you and carry you bridal style with only one destination in mind.

He turned his head to kiss you and smiled into the kiss as he laid you down gently on your bed.

He fell down on top of you and his biceps caged you in as he started to kiss you more passionately, more desperately.

“You are so insanely sexy when you’re shy.” he murmmured into your mouth.

You smiled into the kiss and grabbed his strong arms as your wrapped your leg around his waist flipping him onto his back.

“Oh yeah? How’s this for shy?” you teased as you leaned down into another breathless kiss.

“Fuck, I think I like that even more.” he groaned into your mouth.

His lower hand stroked the skin on your lower back as you straddled his thigh on either side.

Chad positioned himself against the headboard as his hands slid up your body to firmly grip your hips.

Your hands found purchase on his shoulders as you slowly started to grind yourself back and forth on his thigh.

“Just like that baby, use me.” Chad groaned into your shoulder as he flexed his leg.

You gasped at his words, your mouth falling agape with pleasure.

The friction was intense and you were completely not expecting it to feel this good. You found a rhythm and experimented by switching between moving in a circle and back and forth on his leg.

You threw your head back in pleasure as Chad gripped your ass and used his hand to grind you harder onto his thigh.

You dragged your nails down his bare chest and Chad threw his head back against the headboard with an almost guttural groan.

He was in a trance as he watched you trying so hard to get yourself off. He did his best to try and memorize the way your face contorted when he flexed his muscle a certain way and how it felt to have you like this. He couldn’t take his eyes off of you.

You looked down to see where your body met Chad’s thigh to see a darker grey spot forming on his joggers.

“Chad, please.” you begged as you grabbed his shoulders to move yourself faster.

“I got you baby, just keep looking at me.” he rasped.

His hands slid up your lower back as he started lightly bounce his leg up and down.

Everything you were feeling was multiplied and you knew that you couldn’t last much longer like this, not with him looking at you the way he was.

“Mmm Chad, don’t stop please.” you choked out.

“Come on baby, I know you’re close.” he groaned, watching you throw your head back again.

He started to bounce his leg a little faster and it caught you off guard completely.

“I’m so close Chad, you feel so good.” you said as you tilted your head down to connect your lips to his.

Chad knew every single sign your body had to offer like the back of his hand and he knew exactly how to make you come hard enough to see stars, which was exactly what he was about to do.

His hand on your back slipped down across your thigh until his finger was pressing on your clit. The added friction sent you over the edge and you were coming all over his fingers and thigh.

You moaned into the kiss and he took everything you gave him. He fucked you all the way through your high, not stopping until you collapsed onto his chest.

His arms caged around you holding you close as you propped yourself on his chest to stare at him.

How could you not?

“I wanna watch you do that every single day.” he said stroking your hair.

“Chad!” you scolded as you playfully hit his chest.

He laughed and smiled before pulling you in for another kiss.

“Baby, I think our dinners’ cold.” you said pulling away.

“Oh shit you’re right! Let’s go eat.”

You started to ease yourself off of him before he pinned you on your back.

“..After I fuck you at least two more times.” he breathes, merely a few inches from your face.

You grinned as your fingers intertwined with the curls on the back of his neck.

Who were you to turn him down?

#chad meeks martin #chad meeks #chad meeks x reader #chad meeks martin x reader #chad meeks smut #chad meeks martin smut #chad meeks martin imagine

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dokidokitsuna · 3 months

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RWBY: Next Steps

This is just a design collection (remember when I used to do those? 'Winter Mission', 'Summer Tour'?? Fun times~)...and it may be my last. Its only real purpose is to give me something fun to draw for the NeverFell Projects wrap-up series. The recent Adam and Cinder designs are technically part of this collection, too. ^^

These were much harder to do than those two, though...I've spent ~2 months chipping away at this set, trying and retrying to address several different RWBY design criticisms while still making the girls look good. ಥ_ಥ I've finally begun approaching success, though, so I wanted to talk a bit about these ideas.

Ruby The only one I managed to design in one try. ^^; This was my answer to the question I felt was posed by Ruby's Vol. 7 design: i.e. "how do we do a new Ruby design that feels more 'mature'??" Because I never liked how the V7 design attempted to do that. :/

Between the new hairstyle and the new 'generic adventurer' clothes, it felt less like they were trying to evolve Ruby Rose and more like they didn't like her original design and wanted to get as far away from it as possible. V1-Ruby was such an iconic look (and STILL IS), and yet there's no trace of it in V7-Ruby. None of the goth-lolita style or playful edge that even V4-Ruby managed to preserve...instead they just scrubbed everything out to start from scratch, with a new design that's honestly 'meh' at best.

So what I did was stick closely to V1-Ruby, while adding just a few big changes to make the look distinct. You say a 'combat skirt' is too childish for an older Ruby? Well then we'll make it shorts...but shorts that are just as frilly and cute as the original skirt, with a similar overall shape. You say her original hairstyle is too boring and 'safe'? Well, then we'll change it...by simply shaving half of it off. It's a much edgier look that simultaneously preserves the original shape of her hair: from every angle except front and back, her silhouette will remain the same.

You say you want to give her new shoes, but don't want the fandom to make fun of you for covering them in dozens of belts again? Here's a wild idea: cowboy boots. ^^ A totally unexpected, unique item that still fits in with the antique-ish vibe of her goth clothes.

Basically, I just wanted to prove that you can do something dramatically different with Ruby without completely abandoning her fashion sense.

Criticisms: The details are still lacking; I think I should work some red accents into her corset and boots. Also, I originally designed this outfit with a white shirt, and I kinda want it back (she had the team colors! R, W, B, and Y! ;_;)...the problem is that it clashes with the sheer thigh-highs. One must go...I'm sure I'll figure it out

Weiss The toughest of the bunch: I did three different Weiss designs before landing on this one. ^^;;; The big epiphany came when I realized that Weiss looks her best when she mirrors Ruby. The girls' original design concepts share a lot of features; I feel like the characters were designed to look like they belong together, and figured I might as well honor that.

ALSO-- and this was the biggest priority for Weiss' design-- I firmly believe that she should not look like a princess anymore. From a character designers' perspective, it is ludicrous that they gave her the giant Disney ballgown in the same volume where they put classism at the center of the plot and have her send her bourgeoisie father to jail. That right there is the definition of mixed messages...

I thought the whole point of Weiss' character arc was to distance herself from the uber-rich parasites of her family and fellow 'Atlas elites'. I thought we cemented that when she officially lost her "heiress" title in V4. o_O I expected her next look to ditch the crown and visually show that she's past the point of 'rebelling'-- there's no more authority in her life for her to rebel against; she's free now! But alas...

So as usual, I had to do it myself. This Weiss outfit is definitely still fancy, with the coattailed vest and ruffled sleeves, but there's a lot less 'decoration'; fewer jewels, fewer details. The construction is straightforward and simple. And of course, no more tiara. Instead I decided to give her a li'l snow pea flower and ribbon, which ended up inspiring her new periwinkle purple-y color scheme. Like her original design, it's actually fairly colorful, but does its job and puts the emphasis on the white elements.

Criticisms: ...Not many, this came out pretty good. ^^ I might reconsider the black coattails, but if I do I'll probably just switch it out with the indigo inner vest. I like the idea of her outfit construction mirroring Ruby's, but her color scheme mirroring Blake's, since they have a closer bond in NeverFell.

Blake Blake designs are notoriously difficult; if you wanna hear some great reasons why, I suggest you check out this old Twiins iink RWBY design ranking video, which always helps guide me when I do redesigns for the main 4. Anyway, this phenomenon makes it hard to describe what I did...I guess you could say I tried to combine all the best elements of all her outfits, while clinging to the 'fancy action girl' vibe of her original design.

I'm most proud of her new hairstyle-- I dunno why, I just enjoyed working on it and making those decisions. ^^ It's hard to tell, but it IS shorter; now shoulder-length instead of back-length. We make up for this with additional volume, emphasizing the waves in her hair texture by pushing them outward. And most notably: she keeps the ribbon. She just wears it differently, using it to accentuate her ears instead of hiding them. This way, we keep the point of interest on her head while still showing her character growth.

Criticisms: Infinite, countless. This is a good look, but something is definitely still off. ^^;;; I think some additional detail in certain places (not sure where yet...) might help 'finish' it, so to speak. Maybe some extra yellow accents...? Also, the bow obviously gets lost in her hair this way. I've tried several color changes and don't like any of them; I think I may just have to texture it differently in the final product. Fingers crossed...

Yang Another tough one...I only made 2 design drawings, but the colors took several rounds of trial and error. I think my excitement over finally arriving at a good color scheme TODAY was what spurred me to make this post. ^^;

Anyway...there is a specific piece of Yang design criticism I hear fairly often that drives me up the wall: people commonly complain that she doesn't wear enough yellow; that she doesn't represent her character color well because all she wears is a yellow shirt. And the character designer in me wants to rip my teeth out whenever I hear this, because it blindly ignores the giant fairy-tale-inspired mass of yellow that is her hair, and the purposely attention-grabbing pops of yellow that make up Ember Celica. They're not "clothes", technically, but they're still part of the design! It's like saying a character with green skin can't represent the color green if all their clothes are black...without realizing that maybe their clothes are black BECAUSE they have green skin, in order to draw your attention to it...!! (╬▔皿▔)╯I just jifjkdsnfksahujknsjnfufh

...Anyway, anyway...the point is, it's difficult to take a character design with so much natural yellow in it and add yellow clothes and still have it read well. But because I like a challenge, I decided to take it on. I think the difference between the mustard leather and neon yellow hair is large enough to make it work, while still feeling casual enough for everyday wear. The champagne off-white she wears in her 'Hunter' outfit (which heavily inspired this) looks great, but it feels too 'classy' to me; like something specifically meant to dazzle the audience with her beauty for one special adventure, not for her to wear often.

On that note, my secondary mission with this design was just to make Yang look cute again, by following the structure of her V1 look, and even adding a little skirt on top of her battle shorts, which looks surprisingly natural considering she almost never wears one.

I don't know what happened in the canon to make the character designer forget the 'Yellow Beauty' part of her character concept; tbh even if her gender presentation gets more masculine she can still look pretty. Designs like Ozma, V7 Qrow and V4 Ren show that they understand this, but choose to cover Yang up in flavorless sheets of beige anyway. :T Making sure she always has a boob window isn't enough; the clothes themselves need to say something too.

Criticisms: ...Honestly, none? I think this might be solid. :> We'll see what happens when I draw it properly. I hope the white socks work out, because then she'll successfully be wearing the RWBY color scheme, which fits her (former, implied...) role as the glue holding the team together.

#rwby #yang xiao long #ruby rose #weiss schnee #blake belladonna #character design

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 5 months

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Special Interest 1

Warnings: non/dubcon, age gap, creep behaviour, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

Characters: Cole Turner, short!reader

Part of the Bookstore AU

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

The smooth jazz fills the aisle of the bookstore, a cozy warmth blowing from the vents above as you unwrap your scarf and let it hang loose from your neck. You unbutton the top of your coat, fanning yourself as the nip of winter fades. You tuck your gloves away and hike up your bag, stepping close to see the titles on the spines. The fog's finally gone from your lenses.

You have that one, oh and you already know how to crochet potholders, no you're looking for a challenge. Something different. You need new techniques if you want to keep your Etsy shop alive. You're not struggling... yet.

You pull out a book on how to crochet replicas of different plants; like a cactus or a daisy. You could do little faces on them or do a rainbow of colours. Your mind runs crazy with all sorts of alterations. You open it and flip through the pages, hiding behind the cover as you turn and lean on the shelf.

"Cute," a voice draws the book down an inch and you look down the aisle at the man facing the opposite shelf. He taps the shelf beneath the 'Gardening' sign as he smiles at you, "you know, they got a whole bunch of books about real plants down here."

You bring your brows together and furrow your nose. Who is this strange man judging you? The gall. I mean, look at him. He's a bit too old to be commenting on your interests.

"Uh, thanks, but I don't like to get dirty," you say without thinking. You're not the type to be rude but something about his tone really irks you.

You shift back to face the shelf and close the book. You slide out the other with sweater patterns. Those take so long, you haven't added those to your catalogue. You put it back and adjust your glasses as you pause and tap the book in your hand. Oh, great idea and you don't even need a pattern. You could do book covers and little bookmarks!

"You knit?" The man startles you again as he approaches.

You glance at him from the corner of your eyes, "crochet, but I can knit too."

"Huh, my mom does too. Tried to teach me but I'm all thumbs. I'm better with plants," he says.

You shake your head and focus on the shelf. You don't get why this guy is bugging you. On first glance, he's got at least ten years on you, maybe more. And why the heck is he bringing up his mom? You don't know her.

"Look, I hope I didn't come off rude, I was just... curious. I've never seen anyone knit a cactus before," he puts his hand on the top shelf.

"Crochet," you correct him again, keeping your chin set ahead of you.

"Yeah, crochet," he chuckles, "sorry, I'm a bit ignorant.”

You bite your tongue. You've heard of older men being a bit much but have lucked out in not being bothered by them. Until that moment.

“Cole,” he offers as he pulls his hand off the shelf, holding it out.

You don't even look. You're too nervous and honestly, annoyed. You want him to go away.

You count your losses. You don't need to splurge on a pile of books. One is fine, you can see if there's anything new on Pinterest.

You turn on your heel and head down the aisle, away from him. You hear him huff as you turn down the next, tempted to stop and look at the Tarot but wanting to get far away. You could probably hide out in the non-fiction section until he evacuates.

As you get to the end of that aisle, you find the book crushed against your front. You bounce off another person and stumble back. You look up at the stranger, Cole. He puts his hands up defenseless and grins.

“Oops, sorry, we keep running into each other.”

“Uh, alright,” you try to sidestep him but he does the same. You both move in the same pattern, back and forth, getting in each other's way, “okay, okay, just stay still.”

He stops and stares with wide eyes. You slowly sidle by, watching him to make sure he doesn't try anything. This is getting too weird for your liking.

You twirl and swiftly march away, hugging the book tight as you try not to trip in your hurry. You're too exposed at the checkout line so you surpass it and flee towards the comic book section. If that doesn't work, the bathrooms are right behind that.

You finally look back again as you get to the graphic novels. You can only see shelves. You're alone in the aisle, grumbling to yourself in agitation. “Creep.”

You take your time wandering, thinking maybe you might be able to get into Batman as you admire the art on each cover. Your adrenaline cools and you feel a bit less addled.

You sneak around the perimeter of the store and find your way back to the craft section. He's gone. Hopefully he went back home to his sad plants.

It's difficult to shake your unease. You pick out some of the needles they have hung with other small accessories and head to the till.

You join the line, your mind already trying to decide what you want to order at the cafe. As you step up, just about to get your turn at the counter, you feel a nudge, a silty voice rolling into you.

“Uh, excuse me,” the timbre is all too familiar.

“Really, dude,” you snap around, “take a hint.”

“You dropped your gloves.”

He holds up your wadded gloves and you cringe. You force a smile and snatch them away. “Thanks,” you grit out.

“Yeah, just being a nice guy,” he shrugs, “trust me, I got the hint.”

He steps back on his heel and turns his attention to the table of pens and other stationary that separate the tills from the rest of the store. You sniff and roll your eyes, quickly flitting up to checkout. The sooner you're gone, the better.

#cole turner #dark cole turner #dark!cole turner #cole turner x reader #ghosted #bookstore au #au #drabble #series #special interest

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kenshimybeloved · 6 months

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Part 3 of rambling !

The next time we see Johnny record something it’s Raiden using the amulet given to him by Liu Kang, and he’s finally excited to film. As things start to get significantly more interesting (considering they’re about to enter another realm through a fiery portal), we’ll see him pull his phone out more. But even with all of this going on around him, you’ll notice his facial expressions still aren’t exactly ecstatic. Impressed? Absolutely. Mesmerized? Not quite yet. However, we see him look over towards Kenshi while still recording the fiery portal, implying he didn’t have the conscious thought ‘I should get Kenshis reaction to this’- rather, he knows he should be paying attention to what’s happening in front of him, but he can’t help but look at the sexy swordsman. It’s then that he smiles and makes the decision to record him, maybe wanting to have a permanent reminder of what he looked like in this moment (who could blame him?). I also wanna point out real quick that Johnnys smile isn’t smug- it’s genuine. He’s not shoving the phone in Kenshis face to be purposely obnoxious, he just really likes him- even if he knows the feeling isn’t mutual (allegedly). It’s confirmed at the end of the game that Johnnys already decided Kenshi would be a main character of one or more of his films (he offers Kenshi to play himself at the end of the campaign, and in Johnnys tower ending as he’s saying he’s going to tell a bunch of mini stories we see Kenshi as one of the protags on his slideshow), so we can safely assume he’s recording Kenshi for the sake of his films, right? WRONG! That’s too easy. We also know he’s written Kung Lao and Raiden into his films, and he doesn’t make a point to shove his phone in their faces in this scene. There’s something special about Kenshi. Something intriguing. He’s so much more stoic and mysterious than the other two earth realmers he’s with, and quite the opposite of himself. When Kenshi notices Johnnys phone, he immediately pushes his hand away, clearly upset. Outside of their initial fight, this is the first time we see the two physically interact.

Edit: I forgot to add that while Kenshis reaction is definitely partly due to the fact that he finds Johnny to be annoying and disrespectful, I also think he’s uncomfortable with the idea of being seen. Throughout the story you’ll see Kenshi being his usual quiet self and nobody else really bats an eye- and I think he prefers it this way, it’s what he’s used to. When nobody’s looking at you there aren’t any expectations. But here comes Johnny, eager to make him more open. If I were Kenshi, this would definitely add to my apprehensions about Johnny. Why does he care so much? Why can’t he just let Kenshi be Kenshi? Not only do I think he’s uncomfortable being seen, I think it’s upsetting to him when Johnny pokes at him in front of others. It’s one thing to slowly open up to someone one-on-one, but in front of a bunch of strangers who’s opinions you highly value? What would they think if he started openly associating with Johnny? Would they lose respect for him? But again, I don’t even think Johnny was doing this intentionally this time. But Kenshi doesn’t know that, and I don’t think he even cares. It’s almost like Kenshi is also equally interested in Johnny, but because their personalities are so different they express it in different ways. Johnnys used to being in the spotlight and having zero privacy, trying to hide his feelings is just a waste of time. Kenshi is used to be reserved and unseen, the thought of openly liking someone is scary, especially someone like Johnny who draws a lot of attention. I also can’t really imagine it’s easy to form connections with people when you’ve been in a gang for such a long time. Anyways y’all know that song Golden by Harry Styles?

#mk1 #mortal kombat #johnny cage #kenshi takahashi #johnshi #johnny x kenshi #who would’ve guessed I’d have a million words about an interaction that contains exactly zero #I’m trying to be normal about these two I really am #but they make it so hard #their storyline is just too good to not think about nonstop #navi rambles about johnshi

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hazenllas · 5 months

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Can't Get Enough II Hazel Callahan

Pairings: Hazel Callahan x reader

Warnings(?): kissing, tiny bit of angst, mentions of break up, fluff at the end

(Apologies for any spelling mistakes, english isn't my first language)

Summary: After 7 months without any contact with each other, you somehow end up at your ex's front door?

"So, your'e breaking up with me? Over long distance? Hazel, we can figure it out somehow. I promise you." You say with tears welling up in your eyes.

You are moving across the state because your mother found a new job and you have no other choice but to join her.

"Y/n, you know how i feel about long distance relationship! We will lose contact and find someone better! This is just the way it has to be, i'm sorry." Hazel states holding your small hands in her big ones while looking int your eyes searching for an answer.

"Whatever, Hazel. I really really can't do this right now. Have a great life i guess." You respond, not even looking at her so she doesn't see the tears streaming down your face. You turn away from her and walk away. Hazel made you lose control over everything since that day. You were a mess. but what would anyone expect? You were an 18 year old girl who just went through a break up with the girl you loved and valued most and put her before anything and anyone else.

It's been 7 months. 7 months since you moved, 7 months since you and Hazel broke up. 7 months of you and Hazel not speaking to one another once. It was torture. Fighting the urge to apologize from running away from the situation instead of properly ending things. Fighting the urge not to ask if shes found anyone new, because you certainly haven't. Trying to get through this breakup was hell for you and everything made you think of her. Hell, you found a drawing of a flower on the sidewalk pavement and you thought of Hazel.

You get a call from your mom that you will be moving back to your hometown to live with your cousin, PJ and her mom because your mom found a new boyfriend and will be going on multiple buisness trips and no one will be capable of watching you. Thankful that your hometown is only a few hours from here, you quickly gathered and packed your things to get ready to travel. As your mom is driving you towards your cousin's house, nervousness hits you as you remember about Hazel. since PJ is friends with her, you might have to face her.

You wave your mom goodbye, and she backs out of the narrow driveway. You knock on the door, as it swings open revealing a very excited PJ. "Hey Y/n! Welcome back!" PJ practically yells. She gives you a big hug and allows your to enter the house. Your aunt greets you as you greet her back, following PJ up the stairs, to her room. "So, I think we should invite the girls over, to come and see you again, and just have a little group hangout. Just like the old times!" PJ speaks, sitting on her bed." "PJ, ive only been gone for 7 months! it hasn't been that long." You respond laughing. PJ rolls her eyes and texts Josie, Isabel, Brittany, and of course, Hazel. "Listen, i know you might not want to see hazel after you know, but you need to talk to her a bit! She misses you a lot you know." PJ says, not looking up from her cellphone. you take those words deep into your thoughts. you can't talk to her! that is scary to even think about. You just shake it off and wait for your friends to arrive.

You are welcomed by a whole bunch of hellos and hug, each girl seeing you and running up to you. You can't lie, you missed them all while being away. "Wow Y/n, you didn't change much did you? Well, seems you just got sexier while away!" Brittany says, looking at you. Each girl is talk to you, well, except for one. Hazel. She kept her distance from you and the group and just stares at her white converse. It is like this the whole time the girls are over and it's driving you mad.

After pacing around an overthinking for the past, forever, you finally decide to go to Hazel's. You know its a bad idea but you can't take this anymore you need her, and well, to talk to her. After begging PJ to drive you over to Hazel's, because you don't have a car, she finally agrees. It is pouring outside so all the sound that is in the car is PJ cursing at the blurry windows ahead of her caused by the continuous raindrops. Finally getting to a stop, you are infront of Hazel's house. Or should i say, mansion. "Good luck champ." PJ sighs, patting your shoulder. "Thanks PJ. Ill text you when im ready to leave." You say, getting out of the car. You wave at PJ before turning towards Hazel's house. You take a deep breath before knocking on Hazel's door. It takes a bit, and you realize you a drenched from the rain. Hazel finally answers, looking down at you in shock. "Y/n? Shit, your soaked. Come in." Hazel gestures you to walk in. you whisper a quiet 'thank you' before walking inside. She quickly heads towards the closet with the towels, and handing you a purple one. "Uh so, what are you doing here?" Hazel asks looking you up and down. "I uh i wanted to talk, if that's okay with you Haze." Shit. 'Haze' a nickname you called her when you both were dating. "Yeah yeah sure come on lets sit on the couch." She answers, walking towards the couch. You both sit there, waiting for one to speak. "Hazel, im sorry, like really sorry. I didn't mean to just leave like that. We should have talked it out properly and and-" You rambled, being cut off by Hazel speaking. "Listen, it's okay. i promise, it was dumb of me to end the relationship when it was healthy and fine. Im in the wrong to Y/N." she answers, putting her hand on your knee. You look up at her already staring at you. you both stare at eachother before you break the silence. "Haze, I-.. I still love you, And its okay if you don't feel the same or youve found another-" You are yet again cut off by Hazel. But this time her lips are on yours. Kissing you softly. She hums as she feels you kissing back with just the same energy. The kis starts to get more quick, as you both kiss eachother with such need. her hands are on your waist as she pulls you up into her lap. You pull away for breath but Hazel stars kissing down your jaw, to your neck, leaving hot, wet kisses. You sigh in pleasure as you move your head to the side, allowing Hazel more space. You hands go into her hair, at one certain suck she makes that leaves a heavy purple mark. "I love you, i hope you know that" Hazel breaths. looking up at you. "I love you more Hazel." You say, as you lean in to kiss her once again.

#hazel callahan #bottoms movie #bottoms 2023 #hazel callahan imagine #hazel bottoms #bottoms hazel #hazel callahan smut #hazel callahan x reader #hazel callahan fluff #bottoms movie 2023 #hazel callahan x you

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factual-fantasy · 1 month

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Heya Factual! Congrats on the 23,000! Yet another well deserved milestone earned by your hard work and dedication! Really sorry about the cold- we always seem to get sick at the worst of times! Definitely don't do anything crazy till you're 100%, but thanks for making that really cute celebration piece- you can really tell how much the factual Fam cares about you from their worried expressions...and then there's Gerald, who refuses to let his happy demeanor waver for a second! Though then again, he is still quite young- he might not even understand the concept of getting sick yet!

And on that note, at least till you're better, I definitely won't send any unnecessarily exhausting Asks like last time ( thanks for answering that so thoroughly though- that was really cool! ) and just keep it simple- and my ask today is regarding the simplest Mario enemy, the goomba!

You've mentioned them in the past as beings created by Kamek- How does he do it? How long has he been doing it? Are the goombas sentient, or just savage constructs? How many are there, in ratio to the Koopas? Did the bros have to fight through a bunch of them on their way to the castle? And do any of their variants exist, such as the micro goombas, para goombas, or giant goombas? We require the Goomba Lore!

Thank you! :DD I'm doing my best to take it easy.. I've spent most of my days recently either sleeping, sitting, or playing Pokemon Scarlet XDD that's relaxing right? Yes, I believe so-

As for Gerald, he isn't ignorant to my condition- he's actually meant to be surprisingly emotionally aware. :0 He's smiling though all this because he wants the others to be happy. And if he's calm and smiling, maybe we'll smile too.. 🥺

I was intending to draw a comic that goes into Gerald's character a bit more... But I just haven't been well enough recently to take on a project like that.. :((

And don't worry about "exhausting asks", I encourage them! :D I could really use some lengthy asks as a form of distraction to be honest.. 🥹💔

Speaking of asks, about your Goomba questions..

Well, starting with Kamek actually- I have intentions to make him a few hundred years old. Being the most powerful magikoopa there ever was supposedly.. and he's been associated with the royal Koopa family for generations.. though this idea is in canon limbo, because I'm having trouble figuring how exactly he's managed to live so long. Considering how magic works in my au.. his lengthy life span shouldn't be possible..

None the less, even though I haven't gotten that idea to fit yet- I love it so much that most of the au kinda branches off from it- <XDDD so with that established, Kamek brings Goombas to "life" using magic of course!

I was thinking that the ability animate dead/inanimate things is a very complex magic that took Kamek years to learn. And he was only finally able to master it in the last 100 years or so.

Now for the Goombas, they are not sentient for sure. They are just these little.. zombie like.. machines. They start as poisonous mushrooms and when they are "brought to life", they gain this desire and need move and attack anything that doesn't appear to be a Koopa.

As for the Koopa to Goomba ratio.. I'd say they make up 1.5/10 of the kingdoms population. They are very disposable and "easy" to make.. but they are relatively fragile creatures and take a while to grow.. plus the Goombas don't live very long. Since they uproot themselves upon being "Goomba-fied", they eventually wilt and die.. :/ so that number doesn't ever go over 1.5.

I'm sure Mario and Luigi had to squash some on the way to save Peach the first time. But it was only after her rescue that one landed a bite on Luigi..

As for their variants, the micro and Giant Goombas surly exist! Though king Goomba might not because the original brown mushrooms probably don't grow that big-

As for para-goombas.. hmm.. I know there won't be any Goombas with wings going around. But perhaps there could be a Goomba that can release airborne spores.. or at the very least can attack from afar.. that could get them the title of para-goomba! :0

I think I covered everything, I hope at least-

Thank you for the ask and interest in my au! :DDD it was a nice read and took my mind off of all my ailments for a short time 🥹💖

#my response #super mario bros #i really gotta work on kameks plot holes #i want him to be super oldddd #being loyal to the koopa family for generations..#hes personally met them #all the family stories and secrets and grief this man knows...#OH OH ALSO #it would be so cool if he was 100s of years old and when you look closer at him you realize not much of his original body remains-#he would be so creepy and haunting #you'd wonder how much of this man is “kamek” and how much is a brainwashed drone meant to serve the king..#ooooo hes so fun i love kamek #i wanna draw him so baaadddd 😭😭💔

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