#but now i’m excited to give it to him tomorrow cause i know i’ll see him for like an hour or two at least!!!!!!! so that’s neat

[hysteria-things]

reader making nate jealous and him putting her in her place😵‍💫

"YOU JEALOUS?"

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: dom!nate x reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: your boyfriend nate isn’t fond of the gesture you’re doing for your work friend.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: SMUTTY SMUT, swearing, slight arguing, possessiveness, jealousy, spanking if you squint, p in v, unprotected sex (don’t be stupid!), marking, choking, stomach bulge, overstimulation, hair pulling, edging, dacryphilia, a little degradation, cream pie, ROUGHHH

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1,171

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: ALL THAT NATE TALK LAST NIGHT >>>>

so, ask for a nate fic… get a nate fic!

the aroma of chocolate chip cookies makes the kitchen smell delicious.

smiling widely, you watch through the window of the oven at the dessert, the ticking of the timer getting you even more excited.

after five or six more ticks later, the timer goes off. you clap, grabbing an oven mit and opening the oven. you carefully grab onto the pan and place it on the stove to cool.

you wipe your hands on the pink fabric of your apron. moments later, the front door clicks open.

nate’s been out with the triplets all day, but he always finds time to see you as much as he can. “smells good.” he exclaims, taking his jacket off and putting it on the hook.

“i made cookies,” you say as he walks into the kitchen and kisses you on the cheek. he rubs his hands together, going to grab one before you swat his hand away. “they aren’t for you.”

he blinks, standing there for a beat before speaking. “then who are they for?”

“you know that guy i work with?”

he snarls. you tell nate everything about work and one of your coworkers is always brought up in the conversation. “yes.” he says coldly.

“well, it’s his birthday tomorrow and the team is throwing a party for him. i thought i’d contribute and make some cookies as a gift.” your boyfriend stands there with his arms crossed, not looking very happy. “what?”

“is this the same dude that eye-fucks and flirts with you every chance he gets?”

rolling your eyes, you place a hand on your hip. then, you smirk. “you jealous?”

“no.” he lies, but you can see right through him. he’s not fond of your idea of a gift.

sighing sympathetically, you untie your apron slowly to take it off. “okay. then i’ll just pack these up and give them to—”

in the blink of an eye, you are now dangling over his shoulder. despite him being shorter than the average male, he’s still strong. a hand makes contact with your ass a few times while he goes up the stairs to where your bedroom is.

he throws you on the bed, wasting no time to unbuckle his pants and remove his shirt. “you think you’re so damn funny.”

a hiss comes from your lips when he rips off your panties and throws them on the floor. he licks his lips when he realizes how wet this is making you. “does my girl like to be thrown around?” he asks, pulling down his boxers.

you pout, moving your head to the side before you gasp when a hand wraps around your neck. “did you hear that? my girl. not his.”

you pout again, moving your hands down to his dick, desperately wanting him inside you. before you can reach it, he takes the hand that’s not on your neck and pins yours above your head.

he chuckles. “i’m not even fucking you yet and you’re already speechless.”

your breath hitches once you feel his tip move up and down on your slit, but he keeps it that way. you start to squirm beneath him, his grip tightening on both your throat and hands which causes you to stop.

humming, he leans to suck marks onto the top of your breasts, before moving down and sucking at the spot you’re most sensitive. on top of that, he’s still teasing your entrance, and this alone can make you cum.

god, you feel useless.

“i think… i’m—”

“no,” he says harshly, leaving one final hickey on your tit. he hovers his face over yours, noses touching and lips only centimeters apart.

his hips start to thrust into you, your face contorting into different looks of pleasure, and he makes sure to watch it all happen.

the way he snaps harshly into your pelvis has you moan loudly. thank goodness your parents aren’t home.

“faster,” you whisper, nate listening and going quicker, causing him to hit deeper than before. your legs spread wider, whimpers and squeals exiting your mouth with each thrust.

that’s when your eyes start to roll back, but he doesn’t like that. “look at me.” he demands, releasing pressure on your throat when you listen.

finally, he releases his hand and moves it to your stomach, pressing down on the bulge that’s protruding.

the sudden pressure makes you twitch and moan. “feel how deep i am in this sweet cunt? might have to fill it.”

you nod pathetically, making sure to not look away from his eyes, the blue in them darkening the more he ruts into you.

the way both of your bodies rock have the headboard banging loudly on the wall. your eyes start to water, and that makes him even more turned on.

you clench repeatedly around him, silently saying that you’re close. instead, he lets go of your hands and pulls out, flipping you over on your stomach.

pulling your hips toward him, he rails into you like before. if not faster. “nathan! o-oh, nate. ho-holy shit!” you yelp out, grasping for dear life onto the comforter.

he forms a makeshift ponytail with your hair, pulling your head up. “sorry, who? i couldn’t hear you.”

a sob of pleasure loud and clear rolls past your lips, the air in your lungs getting knocked out of you. “n-nate.” you whimper embarrassingly.

“that’s right.” he says, letting your head plop back onto the mattress. “i’m the only one who can fuck you this good. do you understand?”

you sob once more, the pleasure hurting but feeling amazing at the same time. your poor clit is puffy and red, so badly wanting a release. “yes, fuck.” you drag out both words, eyes crossing and mouth hanging open with no sounds coming out. drool drips down from your chin to your neck.

your brain is turned off, specks of white flooding your vision. tears stream down your cheeks. trying to get out of his grip, he notices instantly and holds your hips down to arch further.

and he found a new spot.

you bite down on a pillow, muffling your screams of pleasure. “too late to run from it now, baby. you’re going to keep taking my cock like the pretty slut i know.”

the way you squeeze around him tight has his dick twitching, the thought of filling you with his cum making him closer to his high.

you’re so brain-dead. you can’t think about what’s happening anymore, but it has your toes curling.

“going to stuff this perfect pussy with my cum. how does that sound?”

you moan incoherently, feeling nate stop behind you and pump ropes of cum into your tight hole. “see? look at that.”

he watches as you swallow his release, before pulling out causing some of it to spurt out and onto the sheets.

it takes you a bit to come back to your senses, but you realize something; although you could see the punishment coming from a mile away.

nate never let you finish.

𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭!

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[joesanrio]

Attitude | R.R

Summary: Roman’s already having a problem with LA Knight, so why are you giving him attitude too?

Pairings: Roman Reigns x Fem!reader || established relationship

Warnings: bratty!reader, Dom!roman, mentions: past fights, use of wrestling name, ignoring, reader needs physical touch, pet names, p-in-v (unprotected), cowgirl!mode, boring!missionary (in joe’s opinion), kissing, begging, etc not edited

Word Count: 651

Ratings: 18+ | Angst, Smut

A/N: I have so many ideas after crown jewel but I take so long to write them you probably won’t want it anymore :/

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“What’s your problem?” Roman complains as he makes his way to you backstage, rolling your eyes at the scuffed up man. His eyes falling from yours to the tight fan merch of his that you got tailored into a crop top, tits filling the shirt perfectly.

“What problem?” You huffed before shrugging as his hand grabs yours quickly, “You have an attitude problem. I just got stomped out and you’re back here huffing and puffing at me.” Roman says before pulling your body into his private locker room.

Eyebrows furrowing as you stared blankly at him, “Now you’re quiet?” His voice deep as he observes your face. “I don’t have an attitude. Now let’s go before I miss-“ “No we aren’t going anywhere until you tell me.” Roman interrupts, large hands wrapped around your waist to prevent you from leaving.

A long sigh leaving your lips, you just wanted to enjoy the show. “I’m just tired… and I don’t like seeing you get beat up.” Lips falling into their natural pout as your eyes avoid his uncertain gaze, his long finger pulling your chin softly to look at him.

“Know what, I’ll deal with you later.” Roman’s voice deep as he whispers the warning into your ear with ease. Smirking at your surprised expression when he hears his name called by some of the producers.

His hand giving you a small tap on the ass before he leaves you in the locker room alone, flustered and tired. The silence becoming overbearing as you quickly leave after him, you needed him. Now.

———

“I’m always so proud of you. You always get the crowd to react…but I have a question.” You can’t help but ramble about how exciting tonight was, especially because you got this random boost of energy.

Roman knew it wasn’t random, he knew it was because you were finally able to be within touching distance of him all night. Your love language being physical touch was one of the things he didn’t think he had to worry about until it affected your whole mood.

“Are you still mad at me? Why aren’t you saying anything.” Eyes saddened as you wait for a response, though he continues to keep silence.

Lips pouted out as you watch him, “RoRo?” a soft whisper causing his head to turn towards you immediately.

“I’m pissed.” Is all he says before his large hand comes up to tug at the bottom of your top, “If it makes you feel better, you really turned me on..” You whisper-blurt out as he lets out a airy chuckle.

His hand falling from your shirt to rest on the inside of your thigh, thumb rubbing your soft skin up and down. You could feel the red panties your wearing, soak at his delicate touch. Eyes sultry as you look at him, mouth slightly ajar before leaning onto his shoulder in hopes to control yourself.

The car ride feeling forever, you didn’t want to end on a bad note with him because he was supposed to be going to Saudi Arabia alone tomorrow. “Are you actually going to go alone?” You complain quietly in his ear as his hand lands a soft smack onto your thigh.

[Presidential Suite; 12:01am]

Bouncing up and down his cock, reverse cowgirl, was the best part of your night. Hands down on the bed in front of you, between Roman’s spread out legs. Ass poked out behind you as you work yourself up and down his long, thick cock.

Not worried about the small squeaks of the bed or how Roman’s hands are palming over your hips to pull you down while he thrusts up. “Please! Fuck- Ro… your cock is so big.” A moan escapes your lips while your juices coat his cock perfectly, a white ring forming along him nicely.

“Only if you didn’t have that attitude.” He chuckles as his legs bend to put more force into his thrusts, putting you off rhythm. Short, loud squeals leaving your make-out swollen lips, body wanting to collapse as Roman works his cock amazingly up into you.

“Damn, your ass looks great from this angle.” He teases as his hand goes to push your back down a bit more, ass jiggling in his face without mercy. The arch in your back emphasizes your small waist, hair curly as it bounces down your back.

Almost makes Roman cum right then by just looking at you, but he’s still debating on whether to fuck you all right now and leave you or have you come with him and fuck you in Saudi Arabia.

“Roman… S’good. Please I’m sorry!” Your pretty voice moans as your pussy clenches along his cock that’s fucking you into oblivion.

Roman forgot why you were even apologizing, he’s so out of it. “You are? I don’t know…” He teases before stopping his thrust completely, making you want to scream in frustration.

“Baby! I was so close.” You whined as your hips pull you off his thick cock, now feeling empty and soaked waiting for him to come back. “Hush. I’m just tryna see that pretty fucked out face.” Roman coos as you switch positions to lay in front of him. Tits still concealed in his tailored merch shirt, full and round.

“Fuck! I need to get you more shirts huh? He groans as he enters your sopping pussy, not even paying attention to his question as your back arch’s off the bed.

His hand going under your top to play with your hard nipples, eyes going to meet his as he rocks his hard cock into you slowly.

“I love your cock so much.” You say absentmindedly as you clench around him, his pace picking up at the compliment. “I know you do.” He moans as his hand leaves your breast to play with your clit, eyes closing tightly as your body goes into overload.

The air becoming thick and hot, breathing erratic before you cum onto his cock. Ears ringing as you try to control your breathing, only before Roman’s soft lips captures yours.

Arms wrapped around his shoulder to pull him closer, his arms no longer holding him up as his hands rest into your soft hips.

“Don’t pass out on me, we need to pack.” His voice finally registers in your ear when he pulls away from the kiss.

#roman reigns #roman reigns smut #wwe smackdown #wwe superstars #roman reigns x reader #joe anoa'i #joe anoa’i smut #roman reigns fic #roman reigns oneshot #joe anoa'i oneshot #joesanrio

[whalesforhands]

kaizen daycare! 1

summary: you love taking care of such adorable children, and they love you in return. however, it seems that you’ve garnered more than just the attention of some cute kids.

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You rejected him again.

“So how about tomorrow? I’ll come pick you up for dinner at my place?” His genteel smile, his captivating eyes, black hair draping over his shoulders as he’s leaning down slightly to stand before you, his three children long strapped into their seats within his car to ensure that they don’t overhear his conversation.

(Note that they could still very much see him, twins practically clambering over Megumi to get a better view of you two through the car window.)

Your pretty eyes are shifty, averting away from him as you scratch at your cheek. “Mmm, I’m afraid I won’t be available tomorrow, Geto-san.”

He’s already deflating, a barely put-together smile starting to give way to a frown as he nearly fails to hide his disappointment. He shouldn’t push you for a reason, right?

(Right…?)

“Ahh, I see. I suppose we could plan for another day, then.” He’s not going to hound you for an answer if you won’t tell him voluntarily.

“I’m really thankful for the invitation though, I’m sure you and your husband make great food!” A cute grin overtakes your face as your eyes turn into adorable crescents, a hand placed on your cheek. “I surely wouldn’t mind getting to eat the extra cookies you bake all the time.”

His heart melts. You’re forgiven.

Geto Suguru wants to slam his head into the steering wheel. Cookies, cookies— They were just made as an excuse to give way to longer conversations with you—!

“Papa, are you okay?” Mimiko’s shy voice is heard along the ride home, the passing streetlamps giving a warm glow to the interior of the car in contrast to the otherwise darkened, gloomy atmosphere of their father.

“Papa is… Just fine…” If getting rejected by someone as lovely as you 6 times in a row is considered fine, anyway. “Thank you for asking, dear.” He’s basically sulking as his eyes are kept on the road, a deep sigh leaving him as he turns a corner.

Eh? Mimiko really doesn’t think he’s fine at all. Did something upset him today?

“Oh, oh! Nanako knows why, Mimi!” The excited blonde is jumping in her seat as she raises an arm in the air, as if waiting to be called upon. “Gumi and I figured it out wayyyyy fast!”

“It wasn’t hard.” Megumi is almost looking triumphant, cute, chubby arms crossed and proud.

“…Is that so, sweethearts?” Suguru’s eyes flicker to the rear view mirror, amethyst purple meeting overjoyed brown and blank green that nods at his sister’s antics. “Care to tell what you think is making Papa sad?”

(There’s no way they figured it out, right? They may be his kids, but still…)

“Cause…” A contemplative finger on her lip as she lets the tension of unknowing rise for dramatic effect, an innocent grin on her cute face. “Cause Daddy and Papa are hopeless at getting (name)-sensei’s attention!”

Geto Suguru really wants to slam his head into the steering wheel now.

——

“AHAHAH!” There’s a loud laughter about the room now that Gojo Satoru has appeared, bathrobe around his form and towel in his hair as he kicks his feet into the air whilst laying down, held within Suguru’s embrace as he holds his stomach.

“Can’t— Hahah!” He’s struggling to breathe, a deep intaking of air as he gasps. “Pfft, believe how that sensei is so~ oblivious.” He wipes a tear from his eye, his voice finally finding itself as he rolls onto his side to face his pouty husband.

“Aren’t you laughing a little too much, Satoru?” The red on Suguru’s cheeks is very apparent as the shame manifests itself on his face. How many failures does he need? Geto Suguru was so sure that you had liked them, would even go as far as believing that you definitely had the hots for them.

(Because, who wouldn’t?)

“Aww, is wittle Suguwu hwurt?” An arm props his head up to better see his the blushing red of his husband. “Want a wittle kissy? Satoru will indulge you— OW!” He feels himself lose balance before his back his flat against the bed, an unimpressed Suguru atop of him.

Narrowed purple and playful blue meet as the black-haired male continues to straddle him. “Not the point, Satoru.” A pat to the smiling man’s cheek. “We haven’t made progress at all—“

“Don’t worry your pretty head off about our adorable teacher.” A smirk as Geto feels a hand trail up his thigh, exceeding close to the boxers he donned for bed.

“I got just the plan.” A wink as he grabs his waist, using his body weight to roll them over so that he would be the one on top, a loving hand stroking Suguru’s cheek.

“And I’m certain it’ll work this time~”

——

“Good morning… You’re awfully early today, Gojo-san…” A yawn escapes your lips as you hold a still sleeping Nanako in your arms, cradling her close and stroking her head as Gojo held the other two.

(You look awfully domestic. It makes his heart all the more softer at the sight.)

“And I’m sorry for that, sweet thing.” He adjusts a stirring Mimiko in his hold. “The family’s been too busy with our move lately, ya know? Gotta drop them off early to get the rest of the boxes.” His grin is ever bright as he follows you into the daycare, his footsteps light and his body close as they tested the limits of your boundaries.

(Truth was, he didn’t even need to move any boxes or anything. He just wanted to see you.)

“You must be working very hard, Gojo-san.” You hum quietly as you reach the nap area, the nightlights on and encompassing the room with their comfy glow as you gently kneel down to place a still sleeping Nanako onto a mattress, the man’s shoulder grazing yours as he placed the rest of his kids together.

“I think the change of pace is worth it. The relocation is gonna be a benefit to all of us.”

(My, is the new home that good?)

“It must be exhausting having to move houses, though.” You take this chance to poke at one of the mochi-like cheeks of Megumi, watching as his little nose twitches. “I hope you’re letting them get enough rest, Gojo-san.”

“Oho, plenty!” A glimmer of his teeth as you catch his bright smile. “You could even say they’re so excited, they can barely sleep thinking about yo— It.”

You’re humming as you follow-up with the light chatter, just happy to be able to have such light-hearted conversation with the man, ignoring how his fingers brushed against your own when you both reached for the blanket at the same time.

(This isn’t the time to think about such things! And he’s married!)

Unlike his husband, Gojo Satoru always seemed so hard to read, so hard to approach even after you’ve seen the softer, sweeter sides of him.

He was simply… Intimidating in his own right.

There is an odd, palpable air inbetween the two of you as the silence starts to drag, a gaze that’s seemingly stuck on you that hints and twinges between the line of unsettling. Hmm… You must be kind of tired today.

“Say, Gojo-san.” You’re getting up, patting off your apron and the almost scary tension as you lead him out the nap room. “Is your place near this area? I’ll be happy to help you find your way around.” Your back is turned to him as you gently close the door.

(You turn around only to meet the same intense blue, looking like they were glaring into your very being.)

“Well, we just moved into the apartment complex not far from here.” He takes a pause to tuck a loose strand of your hair back that your drowsy form fails to take note of. “I think it was—” His intense eyes glance downwards meet your dazed own, playful and prodding blue to the innocently awaiting you.

(So cute.)

“Akutami Estate.”

Your once sleepy self perks up at that mention, certainly recognizing that name.

“What a coincidence, Gojo-san! I happen to live within that building too!”

“That so? My, what a coincidence indeed.” His returning grin is bright, but his eyes are hard to read considering the sunglasses that had been slid back in place to hide them from your view.

“So, how about a little housewarming dinner tonight? My place, of course.”

There’s no way you can refuse now, right?

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Notes:

“Shokoooooo…!” You’re whining as you sat on her chair, making grabby hands for her whilst slumped into the plush seat.

“You’re awfully needy today. What’s the matter?” She’s patting your head as you suddenly lean forward to wrap your arms around her hips, your face dug into her side as you muffled incoherent words into her doctor’s coat.

“What? Don’t speak with my clothes in your mouth.”

You pull away, pouting up at her with what looked like glossed over eyes. “I think I just doomed myself…”

“Huh?”

#kdc au #jjk x reader #gojo satoru x reader #satosugu x reader #geto suguru x reader #geto x reader #gojo x reader

[pandorxxx]

My Ballerina

Neteyam x omatikayan fem reader (aged up Characters)

Warnings: smut, p in v, neck grabbing, multiple orgasms, creampie, soft-dom Neteyam (whimpering and moaning like the slut he is) , cursing, flexible reader

🔞minors, do not Interact🔞

“Shit!” You shouted in frustration, voice echoing through the forest. You had been stretching for the past 30 minutes, but it wasn’t the same without your partner. She had been gone on a hunting retreat for some time now, and you were in desperate need of her at the moment. She had been gone so long that you were slowly loosing your flexibility.

You had been trying to use the huge rock for help, but it wasn’t working. Most of your stretches required assistance, and there was no one else who would push you to the limit like your friend.

You heard rustling in the trees, snapping your head towards the sound. Out comes none other than Neteyam. He had his bow around his body, hair swinging from side to side with every step. He stopped in his tracks, seeing you visibly frustrated.

“Oh, hey y/n! What are you doing out here?” He asked with a light smile, peering up at you, as you stood on the huge rock in-front of him.

“Stretching for my dance tomorrow. It’s not going that well.” You sighed, bending down to be eye level with him. You sat down, crossing your legs as your head hung in your hands. “Ooohhh yeah! I heard about that!” He said in an excited tone before looking around in confusion.

“Where’s your friend? The one that you always stretch with? Is she still on that hunting retreat?” He asked, resting his arms on the rock, next to your legs.

“Unfortunately. And I need her, you know? Some of these stretches can’t be done without help.” You shook your head in defeat. He sighed, feeling bad that your friend wasn’t here to help you. Then he had a thought.

“I mean, I have time. I just don’t know much about stretching. Or the flexible shit that you do.” He chuckled, earning a giggle from you.

“I don’t want to hold you up. It could take a minute.” You confessed, sliding off of the rock to stand in-front of his towering figure.

“Anything for my favorite little ballerina. Just tell me what I’ve got to do, and I’ll do it.” He smiled, slowly removing his bow from his body, tossing it to the side. You blushed, rocking from side to side.

“Well alright then. Don’t say I didn’t give you a warning.” You joked, pointing at him with narrow eyes. You walked over to the rock again, signaling for him to come closer.

“Just lean against the rock, and follow my lead.” You commanded in your innocent voice. He did what he was told, glaring at you in the process.“Like this?” He asked with a slight smirk.

It was no secret that Neteyam liked you, he always made that known. But it felt like he was trying really hard tonight, and boy was it working. You trailed his hard abs that glistened from the night sky. His hair hanging just right. The band of his loincloth, resting on his hips loosely to reveal his prominent V-line. Fuck, he was so hot, and he knew it too.

“Yeah, just like that.” You licked your bottom lip slightly, meeting his lustful gaze. You walked over to him, before turning around, backing into his chest. He bent down to your ear, placing his large hands on your shoulders. “Now what?” He asked in a low tone, rattling your ear drum just right.

“I’m gonna bend over, and I need you to grab my leg, ok? I’ll tell you the rest when I’m in position.” You spoke, turning slightly to see his face. He nodded, waiting for you to make your next move.

You took a step forward before bending down in-front of him, palms touching the moss beneath you. You kicked your right leg up, and Neteyam grabbed it.

“Ok! As I back up, push my leg higher.” You shouted, backing into him slowly. “Got it, keep coming back.” He commanded, pushing your leg higher, as you backed into him slowly. At this point, you were doing a split across his body, as he held your leg. Your pelvis was flush with his, causing an interesting amount of friction that you tried to ignore. “Damn, you’re doing good y/n. Let me know if I’m hurting you.” He reassured, caressing the back of your leg.

“No I’m fine! I need you to grab my arms, and pull me up now!” You strained reaching you hand behind you to grab his. His eyes widened in concern, but he still grabbed your arm.

“Umm, don’t you think that’s a little much? I mean, look at you. It can’t get more flexible than this, my love.” He chuckled, taking in your position. Your tail waved in-front of his face before wrapping around his neck lightly. He bit his lip, getting aroused by your sensual advances.

“Come on Neteyam! You’ve gotta stretch me out. I’m fine, I swear!” You giggled, using your tail to trail down his chest. He Shook his head with a light chuckle before grabbing your arm, pulling you up slowly. You grunted the whole way, trying to take the pain.

“You ok?” He asked, holding you in place. “Y-yeah, just go slow.” You whined, balling your face up. He nodded, pulling you slower until you were at a 90 degree angle against him.

“Ok, no more. I feel like I’m going to break your little ass.” He spoke in a concerned tone. “Yeah, t-this is enough.” You giggled, throwing your head down as he held you by the folds of your arms.

“Just pull me back, stretch me a little more.” You said calmly, and he obliged. Pushing you back into him repeatedly, stretching your legs just right. He shifted both of your dainty arms into one of his large hands, before holding your leg to his chest with the other one.

“Fuck!” You shouted, really feeling the burn when he held your leg in place. “Shit, am I hurting you?” He asked, stopping his movements. “y-yeah, but that’s the point. Just keep going.” You strained, trying your best to keep your composure. He hesitated, but continued rocking you back and forth, pelvises kissing every time. He was trying his best to be a gentleman, but the friction was becoming to much for him. He closed his eyes, and clenched his jaw, trying to think of something else.

Your silent cries weren’t helping him either. He tried his best to refrain from getting a boner, but it was growing with every meeting to his crotch.He threw his head back, low growls rumbling in his chest.

You could feel him growing against you, making a good amount of friction for you, almost masking the pain of the stretch.

“o-ok, we can move on to something else.” You chuckled nervously, rotating your leg down to the ground. He let out a sigh of relief, gently releasing your arms before you stood up straight. You turned to face him, glancing down at his bulge before meeting his eye contact.

“Um, now you gotta help me stretch my left leg.” You spoke hesitatingly, knowing that this stretch would probably send him over the edge. He shook his head, hunching over to place his hands on his knees.

“Y/n…I don’t think I can do this. I’m trying my best to be a gentleman, but I didn’t think the stretches would be this intimate. And I like you too much, I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.” He confessed, hanging his head low in disappointment. You walked over to him, placing your hand on his cheek.

“Neteyam, I know you’re a gentleman. You can’t control how you feel, and that’s fine. I’m sorry I caused…this.” You spoke in your soft voice, peering into his desperate eyes. As much as you loved to maintain that innocent reputation, Neteyam was making you hot, and you wouldn’t mind helping him with his…big problem.

“I can help you, I-if you’d let me.” You whispered, placing your hand on the band of his loincloth, making him let out a low groan.

“Y/n, I couldn’t ask you to do that. I’ll be fine, don’t worry about it.” He spoke lowly, gripping your hand that was caressing his cheek.

“You didn’t ask…” you started, before sliding your hand into his loincloth, gripping his throbbing cock. He let out a moan, slumping over onto your shoulder. “I offered.” You whispered in his ear, jerking his cock, as you held him in your arms.

“Can I untie this for you?” You asked, taking your hand out of his loincloth, bringing it to the tie that held him together.

“p-please?” He whimpered, pushing his throbbing cock against your pelvis. You reached around to his tail, untying the knot before it dropped to the ground. His cock hit his stomach, leaving a sticky line of precum. He hissed at the cool breeze hitting his swollen tip, reaching down to jerk himself off.

“Can you untie mine?” You asked, pulling his hand away from his cock, placing it on your loincloth band. He bit his lip, reaching around to untie your loincloth as he stared into your eyes.

“Are you going to let me put you in any position I want? You know I love how flexible you are.” He tilted his head, essentially begging you to fuck him. Your loincloth dropped to the ground, revealing your bare cunt.

“I’ll let you do whatever you want to me.” You spoke in that soft voice of yours, pulling your leg over his shoulder, pelvis flush with his. He held your leg in his arm, kissing it before gripping his aching cock.

“Thank you, baby. You’re so good to me.” He whined in a needy tone, pressing his cock against your dripping cunt, sliding in slowly. You both let out a series of moans as he thrusted into you slowly, getting the correct rhythm. He slid his hand up to your neck, gripping it firmly as his face balled up in pleasure.

“Y-you ok, my love?” He strained, thrusting into you at a faster pace, grazing your sweet spot with his swollen tip. “Mhm! Just -ngh! Please, don’t stop!” You whimpered, gripping his huge arm tightly as your face twisted in pleasure.

“I won’t, baby. I won’t! You- ugh!- feel so good, y/n.” He moaned, squeezing your neck alittle tighter, and speeding up the pace once more. With every thrust, you let out a high pitched whimper, watching him slide in and out of you.

“Neteyam! Neteyam! Neteyam!” You chanted loudly, feeling your lower abdomen tighten.

“I know, baby. Feels good for you too?” He asked, leaning down to kiss your neck, still gripping it tightly. He gave you one hard thrust, leaving it there as he twitched inside of you.

“Fuck! I’m gonna cum Neteyam!” You whined, feeling his tip massage your sweet spot with every roll of his hips. He nodded his head, meeting your desperate gaze.

“Cum on this dick, baby. Make my fucking day! Come on, you can do it!” He praised, placing his forehead on yours. Your eyes widened, jaw dropping to the ground. Neteyam following your lead as he felt you clench around him. You stared into each others eyes, both of you completely silent, jaws slack as the moans got stuck in your throats.

All that could be heard was skin clapping, and the loud squelching noises with every stroke. Your eyes rolled back, shaking in his arms violently as you came undone on him. Each stroke revealing his cream coated cock.

“Shiiiit! Juuust like that baby. Such a beautiful site.” He growled lowly in your ear before throwing his head back, releasing inside of you.

“Yessss!” You whined loudly, feeling his seed seep into your empty womb. He thrusted into you slowly, letting you ride out your high before pulling out of you slowly. He guided your leg back down to the ground before picking you up, taking you over to the rock, laying you on your back.

“Can you open it up? Wide for me, please?” He asked, standing in between your legs as he tapped your sticky cunt with his cock. You nodded frantically, opening your legs wide for him. He bit his lip, mesmerized at your flexibility.

“Such a good girl, aren’t you?” He asked with a slight smirk, tilting his head as he glared at you. He yanked you towards him, pushing your legs behind your head. You tucked your bottom lip in between your teeth as you watched him slide into you slowly. He leaned down to you, shifting your legs onto his shoulders, folding you up completely.

He thrusted into you slowly, sticky pelvises kissing with every meeting, lines of both you and neteyam’s fluids connecting the two of you. He thrusted into you hard and deep, so deep that you could feel him in your stomach. Low growls and loud moans filled the forest.

“I’ve been wanting to fuck you for so long, baby.” He moaned in your ear, pushing your knees down on the rock. You let out a soft moan, as you felt him go deeper, and deeper, and deeper with each stroke.

“Mmm, keep fucking me juuuust like that, then. Don’t stop, please!” You whimpered, wrapping your arms around his broad back, scratching it up from the pleasure.

“I promise I won’t stop! This pussy is too fucking good to stop.” He growled, leaving wet kisses on your neck before gnawing at it. You balled your face up in pleasure, feeling his cock slide in and out of you with such ease, hitting your sensitive sweet spot with every thrust.

“You’re gonna make me cum again, Neteyam!” You moaned in his ear, tapping his back as a way of warning him.

“s-so am I, fuck fuck fuck!” He groaned, speeding the pace up as he held onto the back of your knees, moaning and whimpering loudly. The fast and hard slams to your sweet spot sent you over the edge.

“Shit! Im fucking cumming!” You screamed, convulsing under him as you came undone for the second time. You held him tightly, as your back bowed to the rock, sending your head all the way back. He slide his arm under your slender back, using it as leverage to fuck you like an animal. Your mouth flew opened, arms flying over your head to hold onto the edge of the rock. His moans were muffled by his head being buried in your chest. You felt that familiar knot in your stomach again, tears welling in your eyes from the overwhelming amount of pleasure. “Neteyam! I-I can’t stop cumming!” You cried, back still bowed to the rock as you hung your head back.

“It’s ok, baby. Cum on this dick again! I’m begging you!” He growled, kissing your chest as he nuzzled his head deeper into your flesh. And just like that, you came undone for the third time. Spazzing in his strong grasp as you screamed his name. “Fuck, baby! I’m so fucking close. Gonna fill you up again.” He moaned, mouth slightly agape as his eye rolled back. His thrusts became sloppier before he shot his second load inside of you, letting out a guttural moan.

“Shiiiit!” He groaned, shaking from his orgasm. You moaned lowly, feeling him thrust into you slowly to ride out his high. You both were breathing hard, trying desperately to calm down.

“Thanks for stretching me out.” You giggled, still trying to catch your breath as he laid in between your legs. He chuckled breathily, sitting up a-little to become face to face with you.

“Tell your friend to stay on that retreat. I’m Your new partner now.”

I was horny, so here y’all go lol. Hope y’all enjoy! Goodnight😉

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[melzula]

North and South

part one

pairing: zuko x princess!reader

notes: i’m so excited to finally be at the last comic storyline of the series. i do admit there are a lot of noticeable changes from the comic, but i still hope you guys enjoy. also i did make a series playlist if you guys want to give it a listen, it’s included on the masterlist!

summary: while doing her best to rebuild the tribe, the Chief struggles to determine what is really best for her people. however, she hopes that the return of her friends will allow her to see things in a clearer view

~ part of the fire lilies series ~

After a long day of teaching, you find yourself locked away in your office looking over proposals for the Reconstruction Project. Your head aches from the hours you’ve spent assessing paperwork and writing notes of your own about Hakoda’s new proposal. Things seem to be going well for the most part, your tribe is growing stronger with every passing day, but there’s still much to be done.

It’s been three months since you last visited the Fire Nation and helped Zuko find the missing children, and since returning home all of your attention has been focused on the needs of your people. You’re doing all you can to be the leader your father would want you to be and your tribe needs you to be, but the reconstruction process has made this a much more difficult task.

A gentle knock on your office door breaks you from your thoughts and brings you back to the present, refocusing your attention on the papers sprawled out before you. “Come in.”

“Chief y/n,” Hakoda greets you cordially before gently shutting the door behind him. “I hope I’m not interrupting anything.”

“No, of course not, I was just reviewing the proposal you and Malina submitted.”

“And?” He asks with a hopeful glint in his eye. You simply sigh, carefully rubbing your temple in thought before grabbing the papers from your desk and handing them back to him.

“I don’t think I can approve the construction of these plans,” you admit guiltily. “I know there’s an oil deposit here that could be beneficial to the growth of our tribe if used correctly, but can you assure me that will be the case once it’s built? Can you assure me it won’t have any negative impact on our wildlife or our people or our way of life? Can you assure me that it won’t cause tension between us and our sister tribe?”

“I… I can’t promise you any of that,” Hakoda admits with a sigh. “But isn’t taking chances part of making change? This oil could help build machines and make our way of life easier.”

“I’ve heard how some of the Notherners speak of us. I gave Maliq an earful the last time I caught him talking down to my men, and I don’t believe his intentions with this project consider the South’s best interests. Our people don’t deserve just fancy machinery and modern technology, they deserve dignity and respect. At this moment in time I’m not comfortable moving forward with the oil rigs. My answer is no.”

“I understand,” your advisor relents with a disappointed sigh. “I’ll inform Malina and Maliq of your response, and I’ll work hard to make sure we can show you that this project will be worthwhile.”

“Thank you, Hakoda. Now, onto less serious matters,” you note with a faint smile. “Based on the letter I received Katara and Sokka should be arriving tomorrow, and in two days I’ll be hosting a celebration in honor of their return. I can count on you to be there?”

“Of course, but… you won’t mention anything of Malina will you?” He asks hesitantly. “I should be the one to tell them.”

“I don’t like keeping secrets from friends, but I also know that this is a family matter, so you have my word,” you assure him. He thanks you and bids you goodnight before departing from your office, and once again you are all alone.

“What am I going to do?” You sigh, eyes straining as you try looking over the plans again. Change has been necessary to keep your tribe growing and your people strong, but you worry that perhaps there’s been too much change. The only thing that’s really stayed the same is the palace, but even now it feels out of place amongst all the modern buildings and structures. The Southern Water Tribe feels too Northern, and you worry your people are beginning to lose their identity.

Nothing makes sense anymore, but you hope that with the arrival of your friends will come a clearer view on the future ahead.

You can only hope for the best.

~~~

The South is bustling with activity as you usher in your students for the day’s lesson. Your class is reasonably small, made up of only about ten attendees and only two of them being originally from the South. Those two were the most resistant to your lessons, but you did your best to be as understanding of their hesitancy as possible. You too understood the trauma and fear that came with being forced to hide your bending once the war broke out in the South, and some people were still getting used to the fact that there was no longer any danger to run from.

“Good morning my little koala otters,” you greet cheerfully. “I hope you all are well rested and ready for today’s lesson.”

“Excuse me,” a voice calls, bringing your attention to the doorway, “do you have room for another student?”

You nearly collapse from the excitement that fills you at the sight of your two friends standing in the doorway with Master Pakku in tow ready to take over classes for you. You almost trip over your own feet as you rush towards the siblings and throw your arms around them in the tightest hug imaginable.

“Sokka, Katara! I’m so happy to see you guys,” you exclaim with a tearful smile before pulling away. “I can’t believe you’re back already.”

“It’s great to see you again, y/n,” Katara agrees, a content look on her face, “and it’s good to be home, even though it does look… different.”

“I know, it is a bit much,” you admit with an uncomfortable laugh, “but the people seem to like it, and your father thinks a modern look is just what our tribe needs.“

“Is our dad a great advisor or what?” Sokka asks Katara, a prideful smile on his face.

“He certainly has been a great help. Thanks to him and the construction crew from the North I’ve been able to focus on my bending school and more of the social affairs around the South. Having more time to connect with my people helps me be the best Chief I can and make sure I’m making the right choices for them.”

“Speaking of the construction crew,” Katara interrupts with a sour look on her face. “I caught them trying to attack little kids who were playing near a construction site.”

“It was just a misunderstanding, Katara,” Sokka reasons with a dismissive wave of his hand. “Besides, you kicked their butts anyway!”

“That’s terrible,” you express with a worried frown. “I’ll have to have a word with Malina about her crew; they won’t be welcomed here any longer if they keep this sort of behavior up. I won’t have outsiders tormenting my people.”

“This Malina… do you trust her?”

“Why do you ask?” You say, trying to feign obliviousness. You certainly don’t want to get in the middle of anything, but it’s hard having to lie to someone who’s been there for you through thick and thin.

“Well, we’re supposed to have dinner tonight with my dad, and her and her brother Maliq will be joining us. But I’m not really sure if I trust her,” Katara admits sullenly. “Something doesn’t feel right about them.”

“You just have to give her a chance. Anyone who can come up with cool designs like that can’t be all that bad,” her brother argues much to her annoyance.

“You only like her because she’s feeding you,” she grumbles indignantly.

“Look, I think you should speak to your father. He spends more time with her than I do, and he’ll be able to explain things much better than I probably could. The only thing I can tell you both is to keep your schedules open because tomorrow night I’ll be hosting a celebration in your honor!”

“What? You don’t have to do that!” Katara exclaims in surprise.

“Of course I do. You’re Southern heroes, you saved the world by helping the Avatar and you saved our tribe when you helped me defeat Koa,” you explain adamantly. “We’re having the party, and as Chief I demand your presence.”

“You’ve let the power go to your head, haven’t you?” Sokka accuses jokingly. “Don’t worry, y/n, we’ll be there.”

“Good,” you smile, pleased at getting your way. “We’re all going to have a wonderful time and everything is going to work itself out. These things just take time.”

“I guess you’re right,” Katara murmurs, but you can still detect the uncertainty in her features.

“Listen, why don’t you both come by tomorrow after my lessons are over? I can give you a grand tour of the new and improved Southern Water Tribe!” You suggest eagerly. “Your opinions matter too, and I want as much input as possible about how to improve our home for everyone.”

“That sounds nice,” she admits with a meek smile. “Maybe that’s what we need, a chance to settle into life back home.”

“Perfect! I’m excited to show you our procgress!”

While Katara appreciates your enthusiasm, she still doesn’t feel right about Malina or the changes made in the South. It doesn’t really feel like home anymore; it’s so different from how life once was. For your sake she’ll try to give it a chance, but as of now it seems it’ll take a lot more than her father’s reassurance to convince her that these changes are for the best.

But she hopes that maybe you’re right, maybe these things just take time, and maybe once time has passed it’ll feel like normal again.

She can only hope.

~~~

“After we finished rebuilding the outer tribes, we began our work on the royal plaza. It’s now become the main center for commerce, diplomacy, and unity. The local businesses that have opened here have been massively successful, and the square is constantly bustling with activity.”

Katara feels overwhelmed by the whirlwind of information you throw at her as you guide her and Sokka through the brand new royal village. You’re right about it always being busy- people rush by your trio to start their work for the day or bargain for the latest deals at the merchant stands. They look happy, content, and out of place. The people don’t match the towering buildings around them, and they surely don’t look like the same people she’d left behind a few years ago.

“And everyone is happy with the changes?” She asks curiously.

“Well, some were resistant to the change, so I tried to be as accommodating as possible. Those who didn’t want new homes were allowed to keep their original huts, and I didn’t force the outer tribes to merge with the royal village. I gave them the autonomy to govern their own affairs so long as it doesn’t interfere with the overall success of the tribe, but they’re still required to report to me at least once a month about their progress and request aid if needed.”

“So it’s kind of like the Earth Kingdom in a way?” Sokka points out indeterminately. “You‘ve established cities while still keeping the palace as the center point of the tribe.”

“I guess that’s true,” you note thoughtfully at his observation. “Father said I’d gain the knowledge needed to lead by traveling the world, so I’m using the knowledge I’ve gained for the benefit of my people.”

“I hate to burst your burble, Princess, but I don’t think everything’s as perfect as you say it is,” the boy says with a frown. Faltering, you slow yourself to a stop and turn to face the siblings. Their features are riddled with apprehension, and you’re not sure what to make of it.

“What do you mean, Sokka? Is there something you don’t like about the changes? Is there something I should be doing better?” You ask, fretful over the idea of not living up to the expectations placed upon you as leader.

“No, no, I think you’re doing a great job, honest. It’s just… well, some people aren’t happy about the Northerners being here.”

“Last night Malina was attacked at dinner, and we were forced to chase after these kids that stole Maliq’s briefcase,” Katara begins to explain, lowering her voice to ensure no one can overhear your conversation. “We followed them to the abandoned Fire Nation shipwreck and discovered a series of tunnels underneath.”

“There was an entire group of Southerners down there led by Gilak, a warrior who fought alongside our fathers against the Fire Nation,” Sokka continues, and you can only hang on to every word. You feel ashamed to know that this has been going on without your knowledge, and it’s almost as if you’ve failed in a sense. You’re Chief, it’s your job to know of things like this, and yet you’re having to find out about it through your friends. “They’re not happy about our sister tribe’s presence here in the South.”

“I understand some of the Northerners can be a bit blunt and unpleasant at times, but I didn’t think it was this bad,” you admit with a disappointed frown. “What did they tell you?”

“He said he understood that at first it was necessary for you to bring in people from the North to help restore bending to our tribe because it would make us stronger,” Sokka explains as he recalls the awkward encounter. “But now he thinks my dad is going overboard with all the people he’s brought in to help us rebuild.”

“He says we’re becoming a cheap imitation of the North,” Katara murmurs thoughtfully, and by the look on her face it seems as if she agrees with the sentiment.

“What else did Galik say?”

“They want to eradicate the presence of foreigners and are prepared to go to war to do so,” Sokka says sullenly, not exactly enjoying having to break this news to you. “He says we have to get rid of the Northerners before they take advantage of you.”

“Of me?” You retort in bewilderment. You definitely didn’t expect that to come out Sokka’s mouth. Katara then places a comforting hand on your shoulder.

“Galik and his followers believe that your relationship with Zuko- an outsider- has made you too trusting of foreigners. He thinks the Northerners are taking advantage of this trust to worm their way into the affairs of the South.”

“He compared our father to Koa,” Sokka spits irately, still fuming at the memory. “He thinks he’s abusing his position as advisor to go behind your back and make all these changes.”

“That’s not true at all!” You exclaim in disbelief. “Spirits, this has all gotten so out of hand. What am I to do?”

“Hey, don’t worry, we’re going to figure it out. Our dad is already investigating the matter as we speak,” your friend assures you, doing his best to alleviate your worry. “You’re doing great, Chief.”

You give him a meek smile at his encouragement, but his words do little to quell your anxieties. The last thing you want is a civil war to break out between your tribes, but at this point it’s starting to feel inevitable. You just hope Hakoda can put a stop to this before it gets too out of hand.

“Y/n, could I speak to you alone?” Katara asks suddenly much to the surprise of her brother.

“Of course. We’ll have to finish our tour another time, Sokka,” you tell the water tribe boy with an apologetic smile. Turning to his sister, you gesture for her to follow. “There’s something I want to show you.”

You weave your way through the village and back towards the palace square. The towering buildings slowly fade away the further you go, and the air here is more peaceful and serene with the absence of all the merchants and people. After a while you finally reach your stop, allowing Katara a moment to take in the building before her.

“What is this place?” She asks in awe, admiring the pristine marble work of the pillars lining the structure.

“Let’s go inside,” you suggest with a careful smile before ushering her toward. Immediately she’s greeted with a vast expanse of artifacts, artwork, literature, and more. Each section has its own label and scroll of information detailing the importance of the different exhibits, and Katara figures it would probably take hours to look through everything.

“This is incredible. Did you do all of this?”

“This was one of the first buildings I commissioned as Chief,” you recount with a proud smile. “The South lost so much because of the war, and I didn’t want anyone to forget all that we’d been through and all we’d done to survive. This museum holds every piece of history of the Southern Water Tribe, and I hope it can be used to educate others about our strength and resilience.”

“I want the South to grow, Katara. I want us to connect with others, to live in harmony with the other Nations. I want people from all over the world to visit the South and learn about our culture. Is it really so naive of me to have such hope?”

“No, I guess not,” Katara admits guiltily. “Y/n, the reason I wanted to speak to you alone was because I- well, because Malina and my father are together, and I’m not sure how to feel. She’s nothing like my mother, and I don’t think she’s good enough for my dad.”

“I know what it’s like to lose a parent,” you note faintly, absently brushing your fingers against your tiger shark tooth necklace. “I couldn’t imagine how I’d feel if my mother began to see someone else. But if it were to happen, I’d know that I’d just have to trust my mother’s judgement. Just like you have to trust your father’s.”

“It’s easier said than done,” Katara says with a huff. You merely give her a comforting smile and pull her figure into a hug.

“Just give it a chance. She doesn’t have to replace your mother, she never will, but it doesn’t hurt to get to know her. I think tonight’s festival would be the perfect opportunity, don’t you think?”

“Maybe you’re right,” she says with sigh, appreciating your comfort and wisdom. She’s glad to have you, and she knows you feel the same.

You part from your hug and give her a reassuring smile. “I have to head back to the palace now for a meeting with your father and the Northern siblings, but please feel free to stay in here as long as you’d like.”

She watches you depart from the room before turning her attention to the portrait before her. The image depicts a family from before the war, the mother and daughter brushing the animal pelts while the father and son cook freshly caught fish over the fire. They look happy, and Katara begins to feel her chest ache.

~~~

It’s a peaceful day in the Fire Nation as Zuko sits in the gardens and enjoys a cup of tea with his Uncle. It’s certainly been a stressful past few years, so he’s learned to enjoy calm and quiet moments like these where he can finally stop to catch his breath.

A servant approaches the table and bows in respect before offering the Fire Lord a scroll. “This just arrived from the South, sir.”

“Thank you,” he says, taking the scroll before dismissing the servant.

“A letter from the Princess?” Iroh asks with a curious smile, and based on the longing look that plays upon Zuko’s features as he reads the letter, the general confirms his guess to be correct.

“My love, I hope things in the Fire Nation are running smoothly. As you know, Hakoda has invited you for a conference that is to occur in just a few days. However, I’m hosting a celebration tomorrow for Katara and Sokka’s return home, and I would love for you to arrive early and attend! I hope to see you soon, Zuko. Yours truly, y/n.”

Smiling faintly, Zuko tucks the scroll away before looking to his Uncle. “Would you be able to look after things for a few extra days while I’m gone? It appears I’ll be taking my leave to the South earlier than expected.”

“Of course, nephew,” Iroh smiles cordially. “I would like nothing more than to allow you the chance to relax and enjoy some time with your beloved. Please do give the Princess my best.”

“Thank you, Uncle,” the Fire Lord says before excusing himself from the table and heading inside to prepare for his departure.

After months of waiting, Zuko is finally going to be reunited with the one he loves most.

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[21wanderer]

Wanted!

Body a day - #23: Want

Stefan had been on the run for three days, he was wanted, and it was beginning to tear on him - always being on guard, always keep moving, always trying to stay three moves ahead. When he received a phone call from his companion, Filip, he began to feel hopeful. After a few minutes of talking, Filip asked him; ”do you trust me?”

- “Yes,” Stefan replied tonelessly.

- “Okay, then meet me at the old brickworks tomorrow morning. Until then, keep a low profile.”

- “What do you think I’ve been doing?” Stefan snarled only to discover that Filip already hung up. The old brickworks was located several towns over, but Stefan knew where it was, it closed years ago, the buildings and ground abandoned and falling into disrepair. A good hiding spot, if a tad obvious. Nevertheless he needed to make his way there, unseen.

It was a cold night, but Stefan survived, he just had to wait till daybreak, then hopefully Filip would come to his aid. As dawn broke, Stefan began to scout from his hiding spot every now and then, he just needed Filip to turn up. He wouldn’t risk calling him again, all he could do was wait.

In the distance Stefan heard an engine or possibly two approaching the quiet grounds. Then the noise disappeared, he assumed that was Filip, who had come to his rescue. From his cover Stefan tried to scout to see, who had come to this dump. But it wasn’t Filip.

It was a police officer, and he was looking directly at Stefan. Stefan froze, he couldn’t move, he realised that Filip had betrayed him, handed him over to the police. The police officer approached him, Stefan got up not breaking eye-contact. Now was the ’fight-or-flight’-moment, but before even considering his options, the officer stood only a few meters from him and had taken off his helmet, and with a firm voice he said: “You are under arrest, we have the area surrounded. You might as well come along willingly.” This was the end.

The police officer then burst into laughter, and Stefan was as confused as he was dumbstruck. “Stefan, it’s me, Filip,” the officer laughed at Stefan’s shocked face. “Filip? But how-” before Stefan could finish the sentence, the officer raised his hand to his head. With the hand he pushed his forehead backwards causing the officer’s face to distort as his mouth widened grotesquely as another head emerged from the gaping maw.

”It really is you?!” Stefan exclaimed, he was astonished, seeing him here, in a genuine police uniform and what appeared to be an ultra-realistic mask flopping around his neck.

“Sure is,” Filip grinned, enjoying the look of utter disbelief on Stefan’s face, “but when I’m wearing this, I go by the name of Officer Marcel Kowalski.”

“I have a colleague, who is very eager to meet you, waiting outside,” Filip continued, smirking and winked as they walked towards the road.

“You got a disguise for me too?” Stefan asked, believing he had guessed what Filip meant with that remark.

“Of course, I told you to trust me, I originally thought of giving you Kowalski here, but then I decided to make another for you.”

Make another? Stefan wondered.

“It’s a long story, I’ll tell you later. Right now we got to go back to the station,” Filip said and pulled Kowalski’s face back over his own, bringing the officer back to life.

“The station!?” Stefan exclaimed.

“Calm down, nobody is going to recognise you, not when you’re Officer Tomasz Kubik,” ‘Kowalski’ explained with his authoritative voice. Once outside the brickworks, ‘Kowalski’ pointed towards two police motorcycles parked by the road.

There was another police officer, or at least something, that used to be one. Tomasz Kubik laid across his motorcycle like a deflated balloon, his head seemingly squashed under the weight of the helmet. Stefan looked from Kowalski to the skinned man on the motorcycle with undeniable fascination.

- “So you want me to become a cop?”

- “For the time being... You know you want this.”

Stefan couldn’t deny he was excited, actually very eager.

”I think he’s about your size, he's going to look good on you,” said Filip, pulling off the ex-officer’s helmet and holding up the amorphous head for Stefan to see. It was just a lifeless mask now, with empty eye-sockets and floppy facial features. Together they began to undress the officer, then Stefan dragged him into the bushes and began pulling on the skin. It was warm and squishy inside, but still very tight. Slowly and steadily, Stefan managed to wiggle into Kubik’s body. As Stefan’s body fitted into the officer’s body, he could feel the suit bind to his skin, becoming alive again. “I’m done,” Stefan called out from the bushes, when he had successfully pulled on the entirety of Kubik’s skin, but the head.

Filip/Kowalski nodded satisfyingly; “go on then, put on the face.” Stefan grabbed the edges of Kubik’s mouth around his neck, then with one final stretch, he let Kubik’s face swallow him, pushing the face into place, before opening his eyes, for the first time seeing the world as Officer Tomasz Kubik.

- “I could get used to this,” Stefan said with his new and unfamiliar voice.

- “Good, then it wasn’t a complete waste of time then. Let’s get you back in your uniform, Tomasz.”

‘Kowalski’ threw some of Kubik’s clothes to his friend, then he walked over to the pile of Stefan’s discarded clothes, emptying the pockets, folding them neatly, before igniting them with a lighter. Stefan saw his old clothes and life burn, but he didn’t care, he wanted this more.

With great enthusiasm Stefan began to pull on Kubik’s uniform, he couldn’t believe how much he wanted this. He pulled on Kubik’s leather pants, threw on his thick police leather jacket, and stepped into the officer's heavy motorcycle boots and secured his belt around his waist. It was a perfect fit. Stefan was now Officer Tomasz Kubik and Filip, Officer Marcel Kowalski.

Kowalski disposed of the remains of the burnt clothes, whilst the new Kubik admired his face on his motorcycle’s side-view mirror. He certainly looked good in uniform. Kowalski returned and the two leather-clad ’officers’ mounted their bikes.

”Remember, we are law-abiding citizens for the time being.” said 'officer Kowalski' jokingly.

”Actually we are law-enforcing citizens,” 'officer Kubik' replied with a devilish grin.

Hiding right under the police’s nose might be his best option for now, it might even be fun, but one thing was for sure, Stefan didn’t mind having ’police on his back’ for the time being.

#male body transformation #body a day #male transformation #male body suit #male bodysuit #body suit tf #identity theft #impersonation #body theft #male skinsuit #male masking #bikeleather #leather biker

[millenialfanfictionaddiction]

Being Seijoh’s Manager

Bookworm Manager

Seijoh x GN! Manager (they/them pronouns)

Warnings: swearing (probably, actually idk)

AN: this is an anon request.

Honestly I think this team is a perfect fit for a manager who loves to read!

They give a certain vibe of class and distinction 😌

And idk if you read romance, action, manga, smut, fantasy, non-fiction, etc

Readers have a certain amount of grace to me

And of course, our precious Yn is the number #1 most graceful 💅

You attend Seijoh and you just happen to be a first year

You never really bothered anyone, never really stood out but you had friends and were a typical student

Perks of being a wallflower 😏

Prepare for book puns and I won’t apologize!

Anyways, you were a typical student who just happened to have class with our favorite aloof wing spiker, Kunimi

Kunimi actually really enjoyed you because you were nice, sweet and pleasant

You never caused drama and while you did have you noise in a book a lot, he’d rather have that than someone gushing over his Senpai 🙄

I totally feel like Kunimi would like reading too so he would probably ask you about your reads, which you happily share

You probably were constantly tired, like him, only you were tired because you stayed up all night reading 😅

During a normal practice, Mattsun and Makki were again teasing Oikawa for being the reason they couldn’t have nice things

Aka a manager

“I can’t help that everyone likes me!” Oikawa whines

“Shut up Shittykawa nobody likes you!” Iwaizumi shouts

Suddenly Kunimi looks over and you appear in the doorway of the gym, eyes locked in a book and holding his math book

He looks at you questionably, which prompts Kindaichi, Yahaba, Watari and Kyotani to do the same thing

He runs past his arguing seniors towards you and greets you kindly

“Hello Yn, did you bring this for me?” He asks as you snap from you book, a wide, adorable smile greeting him

“Yes! I was headed out and I noticed you forgot it so I figured I’d swing by!”

By now, the seniors have noticed you and annoyingkawa is on the move 🙄

“Well hello there and who might you be?” He says but you say nothing

Oikawa clears his throat and tries again, “hello there cutie-chan!”

Again, nothing

Kunimi is holding it together by a thread, Makki and Mattsun are too stunned to speak and Iwaizumi is hella impressed!

“You know it’s rude to ignore you seniors!” Oikawa growled

You snap from your book, eyes locking with his, “oh I’m sorry, this is just a really interesting part, nothing against you personally but it’s kind of important so I’ll be on my way.”

Makki and Mattsun BUST out laughing

Kindaichi, Yahaba, and Watari just stare

Kyotani and Iwa are in awe of your ability to ignore THE Oikawa

“I’ll see you in class tomorrow Akira,” you say, waving at him and walking away

Immediately, Iwa runs up to Kunimi and asks, “does Yn need a club??”

And that, my dear, is how you became the Seijoh’s new manager 🥰

Now at first, you weren’t really super excited about volleyball

I mean, you originally said yes because you needed a club and well, Kunimi was your friend

However you found one perk to the sport

In the form of reading Sports Mangas 😍

Surprisingly it was an excellent way to learn the sport as well as combine it with your love of reading

Even if Manga wasn’t your first choice, you definitely found it easier to learn thought reading gs alternative means

Mainly loserkawa 🙄 who took it upon himself to try and educate you on the sport

It’s literally Lord of the Flies up in here!

“Shittykawa leave Yn alone!!” Iwa shouts as you stand next to Kunimi and Kindaichi

“I’m teaching Yn-Chan the fine art of serving!” Oikawa shouted back

“Umm thanks Oikawa but I think I got it. I read a manga last night and I got the basics down,” you says as Oikawa puts up his hand

“Why read Yn-Chan when you can learn from the greatest?!” He says, tossing up the balls

And slamming it right into the net

You 👉🏻😐

Kunimi and Kindaichi 👉🏻🙄

Makki and Mattsun 👉🏻🤣🤣

Iwaizumi 👉🏻🧑🏻‍🦱🤛🏻

Oikawa 👉🏻 💀

Thankfully your knowledge of volleyball, from reading, you were able to help the boys come up with new skills and tactics to win!

Unfortunately, the skills and tactics didn’t match up against Karasuno, who apparently had developed their own skills

The third years were broken, the second years so upset and the first years disappointed

You couldn’t help but feel awful, like you failed them

On the bus ride home, everyone was quiet as you sat

You wanted to cheer them up but you didn’t know how

Then it came to you, you pulled out your book from your bag

Let’s just say it was one of your new favorites and you began to read out loud to the bus

The boys slowly looked up, listening to your soothing voice as you recited lines perfectly

The entire bus seemed to calm down, the tension disappearing as you continued to read

Once back at school, you stopped reading and prepared to get off the bus

“Wait Yn what happens next?” Kindaichi asks as Kunimi nods

“Come on YN, you can’t really just leave us hanging with that!” Yahaba groaned

“Anyone can see the hero is going to end up victorious as always!” Oikawa chimes in as Iwa smacks him in the back of the head

“Shittykawa shit up!” Iwa said as Mattsun and Makki helped you unload the gear

“You’ll finish reading the story right Yn?” Makki asks as you smile

Of course you will 🥰

#seijoh #seijoh x reader #gender neutral reader #hq aoba johsai #aoba johsai #aoba josai x reader #oikawa toru #iwaizumi hajime #hanamaki takahiro #matsukawa issei #kunimi akira #kindaichi yuutarou #watari shinji #yahaba shigeru #kyotani kentaro #hq teams #hq seijoh #Seijoh x manager #haikyuu!! #haikyu! #haikyū!! #haikyu x manager reader #Seijoh manager

[letstripdotcom]

daylight- chris sturniolo x reader

summary: chris has caused enough trouble at somerville high school to where the teachers have had enough. they give him the choice of either failing him to where he won’t graduate on time or pairing him side by side with the little miss perfect of his school.

warnings: language, suggestive

Chris’s pov:

-

“chris this can not keep happening” my counselor scolded, typing something into her computer. i slouched back into my chair and rolled my eyes.

“can you please calm down it’s gonna be fine. i’m not a child.” i growled. “if you don’t want to get treated like a child, christopher, don’t act like one. your actions have consequences”

“actions, consequences, blah blah blah. i’ve heard it all. i don’t care about the detentions, the suspensions, i don’t care about any of that. fuck it! expel me for all i care!” i yelled.

“i’m not gonna expel you chris, and i’m not doing anything else” she paused. “but you need someone keeping an eye on you at all times, just in case. so i’m gonna assign a student of my choice, and they’re gonna be with you the entire time you’re here”

“no fucking way!” i scolded. “you’re not gonna get me some babysitter no way in hell.” she stared at me. “you don’t have a choice, christopher. you’ve gone way too far”

“and what are you going to do if i refuse?” i contested her.

“i guess i’ll just fail you, and you won’t graduate the rest of your class.” she shrugged “no fucking way! what about my brothers?” i stood up. “language christopher! and your brothers aren’t the ones causing trouble here!”

“fuck this! i’m leaving” i grumbled accepting my defeat “your new friend and i will see you tomorrow christopher!” she called. i turned around to look at her “you may make me do this but i’m not gonna be friends with anyone” “have a good day christopher!”

i stormed out of the counselors office and went back to class. i sat in my classroom all day wondering who she could possibly pick to be my ‘friend’ for god knows how long.

i examined every person surrounding me. i imagined what the rest of the school year would be like with each person. whoever it was, i wasn’t excited. i went home for the day, dreading my return tomorrow.

-

the next day, i was in 1st period when i heard my name over the loud speaker. “christopher sturniolo to the counselors office please” i made my way down the hall and into the office. when i got there i was greeted by the one and only y/n, y/l/n.

no. fucking. way.

“hey chris! i’m y/n” she held out her hand. i did the nice thing and shook it because she’s y/n, why wouldn’t i. y/n was insanely smart, too smart. and she was a perfectionist. she got all a’s, her clothes were pink and perfect, her hair didn’t have a single fly away, let alone split end, and she was the kindest person to ever exist.

she couldn’t say a negative thing about anyone. even when someone was rude to her she would just smile and nod. i don’t know how she took it, but she did. but it’s not like people were often rude to her. evryone loved her. but she didn’t have a designated ‘friend group’ it’s like she liked everyone but loved no one.

she was also gorgeous. everything about her was perfect. her perfect cheerleader physique, her thick but tamed hair her perfect teeth, creating a perfect smile. everything about her was amazing.

she cleared her throat, breaking me out of my thoughts. “well chris, are you ready to head back to class?” she asked. “y-yeah let’s go” we started walking down the hall back to my first period. “so are you just taking all my classes now?” i questioned.

“no actually, i just attend your classes with you, and i complete mine online.” she explained. i nodded. we entered my first hour with her behind me. everyone watched as she took a seat in the desk next to mine, opening her laptop. we continued the rest of the day like this.

y/n’s pov

-

walking around with chris all day was miserable. i know i’m good at faking a nice persona, but with someone like him it’s hard. he has no manners, no decency and no brain at all. it’s like trying to teach math to an animal. you just can’t do it.

-

the next day was exactly the same

i sighed as he tapped on my shoulder for the 12th time this morning. “can i help you chris” i turned to face him. “i don’t get this problem” i rolled my eyes “chris this is the same as the last 10! what do you not understand”

“sorry!” he huffed i rolled my eyes and assisted him. “i’m not here to be your personal recourse, i’m here because you can’t act like a fucking human, don’t forget” i turned back to what i was doing. “k” was all he said. no way could i deal with this any longer.

“you know y/n you’re not as nice as you pretend to be are you” he questioned. “why would i be nice to you?” i bit back. “i didn’t choose to be your fucking babysitter and it’s not my fault you’re so fucking childish.”

he clenched his jaw and nodded his head. “yeah ok” he grumbled. i couldn’t help but recognize how hot he looked when he was mad. i may not like his attitude, but i’m not blind. chris is very attractive.

“you know chris you would be really hot if you weren’t such a dick”

and that’s how i ended up on my knees in chris sturniolos bedroom as he stood in front of me, the both of us completely naked.

•••••••••••••••••••••••••

part one tehehehe🤗

can’t wait for shit to get good

also short chapter but just you wait 😏

#chris sturniolo #matt sturniolo #sturniolo smut #sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo smut #christopher sturniolo #matt sturniolo smut #smut #nick sturniolo #sturniolo

[slytherinshua]

Quokka?

𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. . .

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ genre and tags: fluff. felix as a dad. han makes an appearance. pregnancy fic(?). baby stuff lol. ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ warnings: uhh adorable baby stuff and some kisses. ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ pairing: felix x fem!reader. ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ summary: adorable fluff with felix as a dad, ft. han ♡ ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ wc: 1.7k ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ a/n: i hath risen from the depths of my 2 week hiatus and brought you this lmao. the first part of this had been written for a long time and it was just rotting in my drafts waiting for me to finish it. the title is shit btw. enjoy! ♡

“It’s fine. I’m fine. Everything’s fine.” You whispered as you tried your best not to hyperventilate. Your body shook slightly as you sat on the bathroom floor. Tears stained your cheeks and your nerves kept spiking up again every few minutes.

The little blue and white test that you held in your hand was the source of it all. Or maybe it was the 2 red lines it showed. Or the baby that you were now aware was growing in your womb. Or the fact that this was all happening while Felix was away for a short time due to promotions.

You two had always wanted to have kids, but there was no guide you could read to feel ready enough to be pregnant, or be good parents. 

It might have been the worst or best time to find out. You were so overwhelmed with everything, but despite that you felt so so happy. 

You had just come home from the most stressful day at work, and had not seen Felix for almost a month. But the joy you felt underneath your nerves was just what you needed to feel a bit better.

The past month had been all sorts of overwhelming, but nothing compared to this moment. It felt surreal that your life was about to change forever.

Your phone started ringing and the beginning of “Cause I Like You” echoed through the bathroom.

You looked down at your phone, seeing the screen display his contact. Your eyes widened. You hurriedly grabbed the phone from off the floor and answered it, holding it up to your ear.

“Hey Love!” His voice sounded like music from the other side of the phone, a much needed comfort amidst your anxiety.

“Hi baby.” You breathed. "You're okay", your brain told you over and over again, and you started believing it now that you could hear his voice.

“Did you miss me?” He asked cutely. Thankfully, the phone didn’t pick up uneven breaths or slight sniffling from all the crying..

“Way too much.” You smiled, feeling a million times better in just 10 seconds, and all because of talking to him.

“Aww, baby… I’ll be back in 3 weeks… it’s not that long.” He said, and you could tell from his voice that he was trying to convince himself of the fact too.

“We can last 3 more weeks… I have a surprise for when you get back actually.”

“Really?” You could hear his voice perk up in excitement, before dropping slightly again, “But I told you not to get me anything.” The pout in his voice was very clear and you couldn’t help but giggle.

“This one was a bit unplanned.”

“Hm…” He hummed, “Can I have a hint?”

“Nope~ You’ll just have to wait, my love.”

“Fine.” He sighed. “I have to go… but I’ll call you tomorrow, okay?”

“Mhm~ Love you…” You sighed, missing him like hell.

“I love you too. Stay safe, okay? I’ll be back in your arms soon. Bye!!”

“Bye!”

“I love you~!” He sang as he hung up, making you smile again.

//

You looked down at the little gift box you held in your hands. It had the pregnancy test in it along with a baby onesie and baby bottle. There was no way he wouldn’t get the message from this. You just needed to give it to Felix once he walked through the door in 5 minutes. Easy, right? 

The morning sickness had set in a couple days ago, but you tried to not mention it until Felix knew you were pregnant. He would be so worried about you if he knew you were throwing up and feeling sick without knowing the reason.

The doorbell chimed and you stood up immediately, setting the gift box down and going to the door. There he stood on the other side of it, the brightest smile on his face.

“I’m back~” He giggled.

He pulled you into his arms immediately, kissing your cheek and swaying from side to side. You sighed and hugged him tighter, the feeling of having him back in your arms was better than anything else.

“I missed you soooo much… I just wanted to be back with you all that time.” He pouted and you pressed a kiss right on the pout.

“Me too…”

Once he had gotten food and settled on the couch, you grabbed the gift box.

“Remember the surprise I told you about?”

He looked up from his muffin, eyes wide with excitement. You handed over the little box and sat back down beside him. He cracked his knuckles in anticipation, making you giggle. 

“Just open it.” You urged.

He didn’t need to be told twice, as he lifted the lid off of the box, revealing the baby things. He picked up the test, and bottle. You noticed his hands start to shake slightly and the recognition dawn on his face immediately. 

He turned to you, eyes teary, “You’re pregnant?”

You nodded softly, starting to tear up as well just from seeing him emotional. He pulled you close into a hug, struggling to stop the tears from flowing down his face.

“I love you.” You whispered into his ear, pressing a kiss to his cheek. He nodded, sniffling and wiping his eyes.

You laughed, “You’re such a baby. I didn’t expect you to get so emotional.”

“I’m gonna be a dad, how could I not get emotional?” He croaked, and broke down again in tears.

“Cutie…” You whispered, not being able to help the smile that stayed prominent on your face. You loved him so much.

//

“Are you sure you’re okay?? Do you want water?” Felix continued to ask while you two set up the nursery together. He wanted to do it by himself and let you rest, but how could you not want to decorate as well?

“I’m fine, don’t worry about us.” You smiled, opening up another box filled with baby things.

Felix smiled at you, eyes filled with so much love for you and his daughter that you were carrying. You were almost 34 weeks and your baby bump was very visible. Felix thought it was the most precious thing in the world. He would talk to the bump all the time, and singing to it was one of his favourite things to do.

Finishing up the nursery was more fun than you expected. And when surrounded by adorable baby things, it was hard to fight back the smiles and excitement for when she finally arrived.

Once everything was finished, there was an added bookshelf with children’s stories on it, paintings on the wall, stuffed animals, pillows, a soft rocking chair, and a consistent theme of Teddy Bears. The walls and furniture all matched as well, everything going together in soft brown tones with a scattering of pinks and greens.

“Do you like your room?” Felix asked, kneeling down so he was in level with your stomach. “I think it looks cute… Just like you and your mom.” He pulled up his your oversized sweatshirt and kissed your tummy softly, making you smile.

“I’ll be back in 2 days, are you sure you’ll be okay with Quinn?” You couldn’t help but feel bad that you had been called on a business trip with little warning. 

“It’ll be fine, love. We’ll have fun without mummy, right Quinn?” She paid no attention to his words, too immersed in playing with his fingers. “See, we’ll be fine.” Felix smiled.

“Okay. I’ll get going then.” You gave Quinn a kiss on the forehead and Felix a kiss on the lips before stepping out of the house as Felix waved goodbye.

He hummed, taking Quinn over to the kitchen and setting her down on the counter as he took out food from the fridge to make dinner. As long as Quinn had her stuffed bear, Waffle, she was content. 

“Dada?” She smiled, looking at him with doe eyes, and his heart melted at the sight.

“Yes baby?�� He hummed.

Incoherent babbling followed out of Quinn’s mouth, and Felix nodded along.

“Mhm… You’re so right.” He cooed, eyes full of love whenever Quinn tried to have a conversation with him. She had only learned a couple of words so far, but they could get the attention of Felix anytime.

Soon after Felix put food in the oven, his phone rang. He picked it up, smiling as he read the caller ID. Jisung had called.

“Hi!” [ . . . ] “Mhm! we’re doing well… Y/n’s just gone on a business trip so I have her allllll to myself.” He smiled widely, making Quinn giggle.

“You’re free? You should come over… Can’t keep up that ‘favourite uncle’ status if you don’t come over, now can you? Chan hyung might overtake you~” Felix teased, soon hanging up the phone and turned his full attention back to Quinn.

“The Quokka is coming~~” He sang, patting Quinn’s hair softly.

“Qui…kka?” Quinn tried, drawing Felix’s attention as he looked at her with visible heart-eyes. 

“Quo…kka.” He sounded out.

“Quo…kka?”

“You got it!! My baby is so smart, aren’t you?” He praised, scrunching up his nose and giving her a nose kiss.

“Quokka!” She said excitedly, making Felix smile wider. She kept repeating it amongst giggles and kisses as the two waited for Han to come over.

A knock was soon heard, eliciting giggles from both of them. Felix went to answer it, but was swiftly ignored as soon as Jisung spotted Quinn standing in the middle of the living room with Waffle. 

He came over to her, immediately picking her up in his arms, both of them smiling widely. She went to grab his cheeks, and Jisung giggled.

“She learned a new word just now.” Felix said, leaning on the counter smiling at the two of them. “Baby, do you want to tell uncle Han what you learned?” 

“Quokka!” She exclaimed excitedly, making Jisung’s eyes go wide. He turned to Felix, in disbelief that he just heard the word Quokka come from Quinn’s mouth. Felix’s face held a giant grin and he laughed as he saw Jisung almost tear up. 

“My lovely, adorable, baby!!” He let out, making her giggle as he sniffed back his proud tears. 

“I think you might keep that favourite uncle status.” Felix said proudly, checking on the food in the oven. 

“The members will get so jealous when I tell them!” Jisung said excitedly, making Felix laugh.

It was safe to say that Quinn was adored by everyone.

#stray kids #skz #stray kids fluff #skz fluff #stray kids as dads #skz as dads #skz felix #stray kids felix #skz felix fluff #stray kids felix fluff #lee felix #lee felix fluff #skz yongbok #yongbok #stray kids fic #skz fic #felix fics #felix fic #felix fluff #lee felix fic #skz felix fic #stray kids felix fic #fluff #fanfic #kpop fanfic #kpop #dad fic #baby fic #lee yongbok #lee yongbok fluff

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Sunset Savannah’s Tamashina-Mina – Episode 3 (Part 2)

Following is part 2 of my translation of Episode 3 of the Tamashina-Mina event. This part contains episodes 3-5 to 3-9.

Spoilers after the cut!

Episode 3-5

Kalim: Hey, I can see a bunch of huge buildings over there. Is that Leona’s house?

Vil: So the royal palace here is made of stone.

Leona: Yeah, ‘cause it’s supposed to be both a palace and a fortress. It was built with strength in mind.

Kalim: Your family lives here, right? I’ll go say “hi”!

Leona: Quit it. What I need to do is…

(Someone comes running up)

???: LEONA OJITAAAN!

Leona: Crap….

Everyone: Ojitan?

Vil: Who is this child?

Grim: I think I’ve seen ‘im somewhere before…

Yuu: I remember him!

Kifaji: Everyone, this is Lord Falena’s son and the firstborn prince: Lord Cheka.

Vil: Your older brother’s son? So he’s your…

Leona: My nephew.

Kalim: Oh my gosh, you’re so cute! Hi there. My name is Kalim Al-Asim, and I’m one of Leona’s friends.

Cheka: Oh, one of Ojitan’s friends! Hello!

Leona: You know what. I aint’ even gonna bother correctin’ him anymore.

Cheka: Ever since I heard Ojitan was coming home, I’ve been super excited!! Hey, whatever you guys are doing, lemme join!!

Leona: Tsch. Would ya stop clingin' to me! You little brat.

Vil: Even though Leona’s glaring daggers at him, he’s just frolicking around Leona without a care in the world…. He’s so innocent. I can hardly believe they’re related.

Lilia: Yes, it’s surreal seeing them next to each other.

Cheka: Ojitan, let’s go play together!

Leona: We’re gonna be practicin’ Catch the Tail today, and then we got the tournament tomorrow. And we’re headin’ back to school soon as the tournament ends. It sure does pain me to say this, but I just ain’t got the time to play with ya.

Cheka: What do you wanna play? Tag? Hide-and-go-seek?

Leona: ….You got lint in your ears or something? I ain’t playin’ any games with ya. The heck would I do something that stupid….

Cheka: Ok, then I’ll just come with you guys!

Kifaji: Lord Cheka, you mustn’t be so self-indulgent.

Cheka: Huh!?

Kifaji: You are the heir to the royal throne. I cannot permit you to go traipsing off to some tourist attraction.

Cheka: But…..

Kifaji: Disobedient children are subject to singing for me!

Cheka: No, I don’t like that!!

Kalim: Sing? That sounds like fun.

Leona: As if. Kifaji will chose the most dour, goddamn irritating song you ever heard in your life and make you sing it over and over again. A punishment like that’d bring any kid to tears.

Vil: Ah, so that’s why he suddenly started behaving.

(Some people come running up)

Imperial Guards: Lord Cheka! So this is where you were!

Cheka: Oh, hi everybody!

Leona: Looks like your attendants finally showed up.

Imperial Guard A: Lord Leona…. It’s been a long time since you last came home.

Leona: Yeah.

Imperial Guard B: Lord Cheka, you mustn’t cause any bother for Lord Leona.

Lilia: My, those two beastwomen look impeccably formidable.

Leona: That’s ‘cause they’re veteran imperial guards. They’re strong as hell. The royal family of this country is lion beastfolk, and in lion prides, it’s the women who’re in charge of huntin’. That might be why there’s so many brawny women in our imperial guard. I mean, of course we got some male guards, too. But almost all the important positions are held by women.

Lilia: I see. That’s a unique characteristic of this country, where beastfolk are so numerous. And I’d heard before that the King of the Beast’s valor was only possible thanks to the efforts of a lone, gallant lioness.

Kifaji: You two. Don’t tell me Lord Cheka was really able to give you both the slip? As superior officers, you should be ashamed of yourselves.

Imperial Guard A: W-We apologize profusely, Chamberlain Kifaji. The ones normally in charge of escorting Lord Cheka are absent today, and we….

Imperial Guard B: It’s been a long time since we’ve been out in the field like this, and our instincts have grown dull. We’ll be more careful from now on!

Leona: Now that ya mention it, I don’t see that trio that’s always with Cheka. ….Wait a second. Don’t tell me they’re….

Kifaji: Correct. Please do prepare yourself, Lord Leona.

Leona: Tsch.

Everyone: ?

Imperial Guards: Well then, we’ll go ahead and escort Lord Cheka back to the palace.

Kifaji: Understood.

Cheka: *sob* Let’s meet up again later, Ojitan! We just gotta!!

Leona: Sure.

(Cheka and the guards depart)

Leona: …if there’s a later. Heh.

Lilia: Sounds like you're totally ready to run away, huh.

Episode 3-6

Leona: C’mon. Let’s go to Elephant Legacy before anything else annoying happens.

Kalim: We came here since the bus broke down. So what’s the plan now?

Leona: We’ll be taking one of the cars.

Lilia: That sounds good, but…. Who’s going to drive?

Leona: You guys can’t drive? Then I’ll have to do it.

Everyone: Leona’s going to drive!?

Vil: Are you seriously able to drive!?

Leona: If I couldn’t, then I wouldn’t have said that.

Lilia: My, this is a surprise. You’ve never mentioned it before.

Leona: There’s only one thing, though. I can’t drive somethin’ as big as a bus, so not everyone’s gonna be able to come with. Grim’s gonna need to sit on someone’s lap, and with that we’ll be at full capacity. In other words… I’m terribly sorry, Kifaji, but I’m gonna have to ask you to sit this one out. I don’t have any other choice.

Kifaji: …..Now I understand. This is why you proposed we come to the royal palace - so you could get rid of me. Goodness gracious. You certainly are a crafty one. I should hope you would employ that quick-wittedness of yours for the sake of our country, rather than wasting it like this.

Leona: Don’t be ridiculous. You already got a fantastic ruler here. Ya’ll don’t need someone powerless like me.

Kifaji: Not this again… Why must you say such thoughtless things… If you truly were as powerless as you claim, then you wouldn’t have been able to become so proficient at Catch the Tail. Normally, it would be but a pipedream for a team to claim victory during their first attempt at the tournament. However… Since you will be receiving Lord Leona’s instruction, you’ve got a fighting chance. Much to my chagrin as that may be.

Kalim: Is Leona really that good at Catch the Tail?

Leona: We got this tradition here where the younger brother of the heir to the throne has to lead the Sunset Warriors, which is the team that wins the tournament. And since I’m the second-born prince an’ all, I was forced to learn all the ins-and-outs of Catch the Tail… by a certain meddlesome Grand Chamberlain.

Kifaji: It is only natural for the leader of the Sunset Warriors to study the techniques of Catch the Tail.

Leona: Tsch…. Why are you still here anyways? If you ain’t got any business left, then get out of my face already.

Kifaji: As Grand Chamberlain of the royal family, I will do as you command, Lord Leona. I shall excuse myself now. I wish you all the best of luck in the tournament.

(Kifaji departs)

Vil: So this is the royal family’s car. It’s a lot more practical looking than I’d imagined.

Lilia: What a wonderful off-road car. I’m sure we’ll have no problems traversing the savannah with this.

Leona: There’s other kinds besides just this one, but this is the best one to take if we’re going to Elephant Legacy.

Kalim: It’s a really cool car! I can’t wait to have Leona drive us there. Oh, I know! I wanna ride shotgun! I bet there’s tons of animals in the savannah, right? I’m so excited!

Leona: …I can already tell you’re gonna give me a headache. You’re just gonna distract me if you sit next to me, so you’re going in the back.

Lilia: Then I’ll go ahead and sit up front with you, instead. Truth is, I actually know a thing or two about cars myself. If you get tired on the way, I can take over driving for you ♪

Leona: Oh, yeah? That’s great, but…. You do have a driver’s license, right?

Lilia: I can’t remember! As long as I do it well enough, I’m sure it won’t be an issue. Right?

Leona: ….Nah, there’s no way I’m lettin’ you sit next to me. That’d be absolute chaos.

Vil: I for one flat out refuse to sit up front with you. I’d like to enjoy looking at the savannah on the way there, and all that nice scenery would be spoiled with you next to me.

Leona: I never friggin’ asked you in the first place.

Grim: And that means I get shotgun! Nyahahaha!!!

Leona: Fine. But only if ya sit with Yuu.

Yuu: I’m fine sitting in the back…

Leona: You seriously tellin’ me to just let ‘im sit up front by himself? And if I have him sit in the back with the rest of you guys, he’ll be even more annoying. Get in the front seat now. Both of you.

(Everyone gets into the car)

Leona: ‘Kay, we’re off to Elephant Legacy. It’s gonna be a bumpy ride, so ya’ll better hang on tight.

Episode 3-7

Leona: We’re almost there.

Grim: Waah…. I fell asleep before I noticed. It feels really good, the way the car rocks you like that.

Vil: I’m surprised you drive so well. So even Leona Kingscholar has something he’s good at.

Leona: I’m so honored to receive your compliments.

Kalim: We got to see a whole bunch of wild animals along the way! It was so much fun!

Lilia: I could tell how excited you were, Kalim.

Vil: Kalim, doesn’t your family have a lot of animals back at your place? I don’t see what all the fuss is about?

Kalim: Seeing animals at the zoo and seeing them in the wild out here in the grasslands is totally different.

Vil: Ah, you have a point. It’s not every day you get to see wild animals out on the hunt up close like this.

Leona: That’s the Circle of Life for ya.

Kalim: What’s that?

Leona: It’s somethin’ like an old proverb, and it’s been passed down in this country over the ages. Here in the savannah, animals live their whole lives surrounded by danger all around ‘em. The strong eat the weak, and when the strong die, their bodies return to the earth and become the grass. And just like that, life comes full circle, and everything we see exists together in a delicate balance. Guess the lesson from it is “we must treasure this circle”.

Lilia: Words befitting of a people who cherish nature so. The Circle of Life, huh. I like it. To think, there’s still things left for me to learn at my age.

Kalim: Ahaha. You’re only a year older than me, Lilia! That’s a funny thing to say.

Vil: Looks like we made it to Elephant Legacy. Let’s go ahead and take a look-see.

Kalim: Woah! Look at all this steam!

Leona: Since there’s a volcano nearby, there’s a bunch of hot steam that gushes out everywhere.

Grim: I can hardly see a thing ‘cause of all the steam.

Lilia: This place has such an imposing aura about it. I’ll take some photos while we’re here and show Malleus, Silver, and Sebek once we get back!

Kalim: Hey, let’s hurry and go see the elephants!

Leona: Hold it. There ain’t any elephants here.

Kalim: Huh!? Then how come it’s called Elephant Legacy?

Leona: One time they found some elephant fossils in the mineral springs here. And everybody just kinda started callin’ the place “Elephant Legacy” after that.

Grim: …..Aaah!!!

Kalim: What’s wrong, Grim?!

Grim: There’s a bunch of food floating around in the hot springs! What a waste!

Leona: Stop fussin’…. That food ain’t floatin’ around in the water. It’s inside the kettles that are hidden by all this steam. People here make use of the hot water vapor to cook onsen tamago and pudding.

Kalim: Onsen….tamago…? What’s that?

Lilia: It’s boiled eggs cooked up using the hot water of the springs and the heat from the steam. It’s one of my specialties!

Leona: Since Elephant Legacy’s onsen tamago are steamed with the hot water vapors, they taste a little bit salty. Even the pudding made here ends up smelling sulfurous. It’s got a very distinctive taste, is what people say.

Grim: I wanna try some! Let’s see, I’ll just reach into one of these kettles and- …Waaah!!! Youch!!! It’s hot!!!

Kalim: Aaah! Grim’s about to fall into the kettle!

Grim: Waaah! Someone help me!!!

(Leona goes over and yoinks out Grim)

Leona: Do the words “don’t misbehave” seriously not mean anything to ya!?

Grim: Ugh….. T-That was awful….

Restaurant Owner: The steam’s really hot, so please be careful!

Lilia: And here we were just about to enjoy ourselves some steamed Grim.

Vil: Leona. Could you go ahead and show us to that special section you were talking about? The one where only members of the royal family are permitted to go?

Leona: Oh, yeah. Certainly, Mister Vil Schoenheit.

Grim: What do they got at this special section?

Leona: The hot spring. Elephant Legacy’s actually a recreation resort. There’s lots of tourist traps here that make use of the spring’s geothermal energy in some way or another, but there ain’t a bathing facility here. Except… There is a place you can go into the water at the royal family’s retreat.

Vil: Really? Oh, I’m looking forward to this. I adore hot springs. I wasn’t thinking we’d be able to go into the water, so I’ll be sure to thoroughly enjoy myself while we’re here.

Grim: Nyahaha. I’m excited, too!

Lilia: Oh? Is the kitty not afraid of getting his fur wet?

Grim: I ain’t a cat!!!

Episode 3-8

Vil: Hah…. That was a lovely bath.

Kalim: Yeah! It felt really good!

Lilia: Indeed. I feel so invigorated.

Yuu: I feel all warmed up now!

Leona:  Don’t go and get sick from cooling down too quickly. If ya pass out, we’re gonna leave ya at the hotel.

Grim: U..ugh. I’m so dizzy…

Lilia: Hm? Ah, you might’ve gotten dizzy from being in the hot water for too long.

Kalim: Maybe we should call up Kifaji and have him tend to Grim?

Leona: No way. Took me long enough to shake him off the first time. I’m sure if Grim eats one of these onsen tamago, he’ll be cured in a jiffy. Here ya go.

Grim: *munch munch munch* Yummy! It’s just a plain boiled egg, but it’s got a good flavor to it!

Leona: See? What did I tell ya. He recovered in the blink of an eye. He wasn’t dizzy from the hot water, his stomach was just empty.

Kalim: Ahaha! I’m so glad you’re feeling better now, Grim!

Vil: This has been the perfect spa treatment so far. Thanks to the fine quality of the spring water, my skin is as smooth as can be, and my beauty’s become even more refined now. It was totally worth it coming all the way out here. I’m definitely satisfied. Let’s go do some more souvenir shopping now.

Kalim: Woah, look at all the different stuff they’re selling! I can see why this place is a major tourist attraction!

Vil: Hmm… Ah, here it is. Elephant Legacy’s renowned natural cosmetics.

Lilia: Is that what you’ve been hunting for this whole time?

Vil: Mm-hmm. I did some research on this place before we came here, and these products piqued my interest. I’ll use these to get my dorm students to pay better attention to their beauty.

Giftshop Storekeeper: Welcome!

Vil: I’d like these clay masks. And for myself, I’ll take… this body cream, this toner made from the hot springs water, this soap enriched with hot springs minerals, and…

Grim: Aren’t you getting a lot of stuff for yourself?

Gift Shop Storekeeper: Thank you so much for your purchase!

Vil: Perfect. I was able to buy souvenirs for my dorm students.

Kalim: I bet Rook and Epel are gonna be so happy!

Lilia: I guess I’ll go ahead and look for something for Malleus and the others. Let’s see here… That store you bought your souvenirs at is very stylish, Vil. And I see there’s plenty of old school establishments here that have been in business for a long while.

Leona: That’s cause Elephant Legacy’s been a recreation facility for a long time now.

Lilia: Ah, I see. For some reason, it felt like there was just this air of nostalgia about the place. ….*gasp* T-That’s….!

Kalim: What’s wrong, Lilia?

Lilia: Everyone! I’ve found just the thing I’ve long been searching for! It’s on that wall over there!!!

Kalim: You mean that piece of cloth hanging on the wall? It’s shaped like a triangle. What is it?

Leona: Looks like a flag. It’s got “Elephant Legacy” written on it in all caps…. Is that a souvenir or something?

Vil: And there’s even a picture of an elephant embroidered on it. Could it be a tapestry of some sort?

Kalim: I got it! It’s a carpet! A weird looking one.

Grim: Isn’t it a mantle?

Lilia: Sorry, but you’re all wrong. It’s a… pennant.

Everyone: A pennant?

Lilia: It’s a type of souvenir that used to be sold at tourist attractions all over the world. But now you can hardly find them anymore. I always thought that was such a shame, but... To think, I’d run into one here in Sunset Savannah.

Leona: They really sold stuff like that in this country? I didn’t know that, either.

Kalim: I’ve never seen a souvenir like that before. The cloth is really pretty, but how come it’s shaped like a triangle?

Vil: I’m not so sure how you’re recipient is going to react to that thing, Lilia.

Lilia: I’ll give one to Malleus. Oh, I can already envision how elated he’ll be.

Leona: ….That horned jackass would seriously like something like that?

Lilia: Yes, and he’s even hung up the pennants I’ve given him over the years on the wall in his dorm room.

Vil: That’s quite surprising….

Lilia: It’s a rare item I haven’t come across in a long time. I’ll go ahead and purchase some for Silver and Sebek, too. Storekeeper, I’d like three of those!

Giftshop Storekeeper: Those? ….Oh, you mean the pennant that’s on the wall? I apologize sincerely, but that’s not for sale.

Lilia: W-what did you just say!?

Giftshop Storekeeper: We don’t sell pennants anymore. We had that pennant up on the wall way back when we used to sell them and we’ve just left it there, so….

Lilia: But how can this be?!!

Kalim: Aww, that’s too bad. Huh, Lilia.

Lilia: Could it be? Is there really no place left in the world that sells pennants anymore… No, I mustn't give up! Someday, I’ll buy another pennant again! You’ll see!! And I’ll give it to Malleus! I’m sure he’ll cry tears of joy!

Everyone: ……..

Episode 3-9

Kalim: Hey, they got a lot of stuff made with beads for sale. Looks like it’s all handmade. There’s accessories like bracelets and necklaces, and there’s also keychains and coasters… We saw lots of stuff like this back at the bazaar.

Leona: People here have been using beads for ornaments an' decorations for a long time, so you’ll find stuff like this everywhere. There’s even plenty of bead artisans still around nowadays. Everything you see here is a handmade, one-of-a-kind item, made with natural materials.

Vil: No wonder they’re all so beautiful.

Lilia: Hmm. Perhaps in place of the pennants, I’ll get the boys some of these beaded coasters instead. We often enjoy coffee at the dorm, after all. Well, Sebek’s never been one for coffee, so he simply pretends to drink it.

Kalim: I think that’s a great idea. I bet Silver would be happy to get one of those pretty coasters.

Lilia: Indeed. Now then, which animal designs should I get… I’ll get this one with the bird for Silver, since his feathered friends often accompany him at school. And this one with the crocodile for Sebek, since he’s so fond of them. And for Malleus…. Ah, he really doesn’t have a preference for any animal in particular. I’m not sure which one to get him….

Kalim: Hmm. How about this one?

Leona: No, no. That one doesn’t pack enough of a punch. But something like this one here…

Kalim: Oh, then this one should be good! But you know…

Leona: Geez, this is so annoying… Just get the one with the lizard. It suits ‘im.

Lilia: Hmm. Is that so? Since you’re a local and all, I’ll take your advice. Alright, the lizard it is. You really helped me out here, Leona. I’m sure Malleus will be delighted.

Leona: I ain’t doin’ this for him. I just didn’t wanna waste any more time standin’ around here waitin’ for you guys to finish choosing something for that horned jackass.

Vil: No way. Malleus is getting a souvenir that Leona picked out?

Giftshop Storekeeper: Thank you!

Lilia: There, I’ve finished making my purchases. I can’t wait to give everyone their gifts. ♪

Leona: It’s about time for our practice session to start. Let’s head out to the arena. Everyone get in the car.

Vil: Is this where the Catch the Tail tournament is going to be held?

Leona: Uh-huh. Our practice time is limited, so let’s hurry up and get started already.

Lilia: But we still don’t know the first thing about Catch the Tail, Leona.

Leona: That’s why I built in some time to break down the rules for ya’ll. First things first, ditch the mantles. They’ll get in the way.

Kalim: Woah! Now it’s even easier to move around!

Lilia: You’re right. It’s like my body feels lighter.

Vil: These outfits are even cooler looking now.  The mantle’s color was a very reserved tone, but the sleeveless crop top underneath it is so colorful. This use of color is very befitting for an outfit like this, since we'll be wearing it during the festival and all. And these armlets aren’t just for looks, either. They also serve as wrist supports.

Leona: Yeah. ‘Cause you guys are gonna be crashin’ into the other players during the match. If you end up passin’ out from the heat like Jack, it’s gonna be a real pain. Ya’ll are makin’ sure to protect yourselves against heat exhaustion, right?

Lilia: Yes! I’ve applied the deluxe sunscreen I brought along.

Kalim: And we put these long beads on our masks just like you told us, Leona.

Leona: Good. It’s part of the rules that you have to wear those things.

Vil: Since this is Catch the Tail and all… Are these beads supposed to represent our tails?

Grim: I got a tail, too!

Leona: It’s not that. I mean, yeah, these beads are related to the name of the game, but they’re supposed to symbolize a lion’s mane. For a long time now, long braided hair has been a really popular hairstyle among us lion beastfolk. ‘Cause it’s supposed to look like a lion’s mane

Grim: I don’t got a mane…

Vil: Now I get it. These beads aren’t supposed to resemble an animal’s tail, they’re more like braided pigtails, basically. And they’re something that anyone can wear, regardless of what species you are.

Kalim: It’s neat how the beads clink together and sway around every time we move!

Leona: I really don’t care about the tradition or how the hairstyle looks… Ah, but once you get used to, it’s easier to maintain than other hairstyles. Anyways, the matches are gonna take place in that arena over there. Each match is one-on-one, and whoever takes off their opponent’s beads first is the winner. Easy, huh?

Lilia: Put another way, whoever steals their opponent’s mane first is the winner. Plain and simple rules. I like it.

Vil: And we’re not allowed to use magic, right?

Leona: Right. And weapons are out, too. You can only use your body. From what I heard, it’s to show respect to the kings of this country who’d fight with only their claws, fangs, and smarts. This is a knockout-style tournament with 16 teams. If your team scores two wins before the opposing team does, you advance to the next round.

Vil: So if our team wins three rounds, then we’ll be the victors of the tournament.

Leona: For now, I want ya’ll to go up against each other a bunch of times. I’m gonna have you show me your strengths and weaknesses.

Vil: Understood. Let’s give it a shot.

Kalim: Yeah!

Episode 1

Episode 2 (Part 1)

Episode 2 (Part 2)

Episode 3 (Part 1)

Episode 3 (Part 3)

Episode 4 (Part 1)

Episode 4 (Part 2)

Episode 5

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[storiesforallfandoms]

friendly neighbors ~ joel miller;the last of us

word count: 4149

request?: no

description: in which a bond forms between him and his new neighbor; one that can last even through the apocalypse

pairing: pre- and post-outbreak joel miller x female!reader

warnings: swearing, mentions of sarah’s death, joel and the reader shower together but it’s not completely sexual, but they do get very sexually flirty at the end

masterlist (one, two, three)

"There’s a moving truck outside.”

Sarah was stood in the window as Joel came down the steps, the curtains drawn back as she was very obviously staring at the people outside.

“Sarah, don’t be nosey,” he said. “C’mon, gotta get you to school.”

“She’s really pretty.”

Joel’s curiosity was piqued at Sarah’s comment. He couldn’t help but come up behind her to peer out the window.

A big, white moving truck took up most of the view. An older man was carrying a sizeable box off of the truck and towards the front door, where a young woman was speaking indistinctly to him. Sara was right, she was pretty. And now she was living right next door for Joel to see every single day.

Sarah pulled the curtain shut, snapping Joel out of his trance. She was giving him a knowing look before running up to her room to get her things for school. Joel had to resist the urge to look back out the window to see if the new neighbor was still out there.

They were just closing up the moving truck as the Millers exited the house. Sarah gave her father another look before turning to call out, “Hey! Welcome to the neighborhood!”

The new neighbor’s head turned towards them and Joel felt his breath being taken away. She was incredibly gorgeous, and when she smiled at them he felt like the entire world around them had melted away. He was so lost in his thoughts about her that he didn’t notice she was approaching until Sarah nudged him.

“Hi,” she said as she reached them. “I’m (Y/N). New to the neighborhood, as you could probably tell.”

“It’s nice to meet you,” Joel said, shaking her hand. “I’m Joel, this is my daughter, Sarah.”

(Y/N) shook Sarah’s hand. Sarah commented, “You’re very pretty.”

Joel shot her a look, but (Y/N) just chuckled in response. “Thank you. So are you.”

“Is it just you over there?” Sarah asked.

“Sarah,” Joel muttered.

“Yeah, it’s just me. My dad over there is helping me move, but he won’t be staying.”

“You should come over for dinner,” Sarah offered. “Tonight. A welcome dinner to get to know your new neighbors.”

“Sarah!” Joel scolded. “Sorry, she’s...a little friendly.”

(Y/N) chuckled. “It’s alright. I appreciate the offer, but it’s a little short notice and I wouldn’t want to cause any issues for your parents.”

Sarah turned to look at Joel. He could see the devious look in her eyes, but also the look of hope. Joel loved his daughter very much, but she had a tendency to create little schemes in her head that involved Joel and any pretty, single woman within the general vicinity. She often told him it was because she wanted him to be happy after her mom had died, but Joel figured Sarah was longing for another woman to save her from the surging testosterone that was Joel and Tommy.

Most times, it was an embarrassing attempt that Joel would brush off and scold Sarah for. But this time, he was finding himself feeling more flustered than embarrassed. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t find (Y/N) attractive, or if he said the idea of having her in his house didn’t excite him a little.

She was his new neighbor after all. It would only be right to invite her over to welcome her to the neighborhood.

“Tonight is a bit short notice,” Joel said. He saw Sarah’s face fall for a moment, until he added, “But maybe tomorrow night. If you don’t have any other plans, that is. And it would be just the three of us, if that’s alright with you.”

(Y/N) smiled, almost shyly. “I’m free tomorrow evening. That sounds more than alright to me.”

“We’ll see you then.”

(Y/N) nodded. “I’ll see you guys then.”

~~~~~~

Joel found himself thinking for the next two days about having (Y/N) over. It consumed his every waking second, and even when he fell asleep that night, he dreamt of her. Even Tommy noticed his absentmindedness, but Joel would be damned if he gave Tommy the opportunity to tease him, or to come over and ruin the night for him.

He got off work early that evening so he could start preparing for her arrival. Sarah had gotten home after school and started cleaning the place up. Joel could see the excitement and happiness on her face as she did, which was a very rare thing to see when a pre-teen is cleaning. He knew she was proud of herself for making this plan work. She certainly was not going to let him live this down if this all worked out.

Joel was trying to follow a recipe he had found online when a knock came at the door. “Sarah, can you get that?”

(Y/N)’s voice flowed into the kitchen, causing Joel’s heart to race. He mentally begged the oven, which he had tried to pre-heat nearly half an hour ago, to finally be ready.

“Something smells good.”

His heart skipped a beat as he turned to smile at (Y/N).

“You don’t have to lie,” he said. “Nothin’ is even cooking yet. It’s takin’ the oven forever to pre-heat.”

She was carrying a container in her hands with something that looked like food inside. She placed it on the counter next to Joel.

“I figured if you were making dinner, the least I could do is bring dessert,” she explained. She pulled the cover back to reveal the most mouth watering brownies.

“Oh, those look good,” Sarah commented, reaching around (Y/N) for a brownie.

“Hey, not before dinner,” Joel scolded.

“You’ve been trying to make dinner for an hour. I’m starving!”

Was it wrong to glare at your own kid?

“It’s the damn oven,” Joel muttered.

“Mind if I take a look?” (Y/N) asked.

Joel shrugged and gestured towards the oven. (Y/N) stepped around him and opened the oven, hovering her hand to test the heat of the oven the same way Joel had been doing. She closed the door and looked at the controls over the stove top. An amused smile crossed her face as she turned back to Joel.

“Ovens tend to heat up faster when you turn them on.”

Sarah chortled as embarrassment swelled in Joel’s chest.

“I swear I turned it on,” he said, trying to mask his embarrassment.

“Seems like you have to confirm the heat in order for the oven to turn on.” She pressed a couple buttons on the oven and it finally came to life. “Maybe we can have those brownies as an appetizer.”

Luckily, the oven mishap was the only hiccup in their evening. Everything else moved smoothly, much to Joel’s relief. The food was good and they kept up a good conversation in which they got to know (Y/N) better, and got to tell her a bit more about them. Joel noticed on more than one occasion how happy Sarah seemed during the visit, and he could feel that happiness inside him too.

After a brief argument over who should do the dishes, Joel and (Y/N) were in the kitchen washing up the dishes together while Sarah watched TV. (Y/N) washed while Joel dried and put them away. He tried not to be so obvious with his quick glances at her, but it was hard not to look. Even in the dim, nighttime lighting of his kitchen, she looked like the most beautiful woman in the world. He was really hoping that this could grow into something more than a friendly neighbor situation, but he knew he had to have patience. He couldn’t try to push anything after having known her for one day.

“Sarah’s a great kid,” (Y/N) said, breaking the silence between them. “You’re doing a great job of raising her.”

Joel smiled. “Thank you. She’s my world. I don’t know what I’d be doin’ if I didn’t have her.”

“I hope I can feel that sort of love for one of my own some day.”

Joel dared to ask the one question he had been dying to know all night. “Do you have anyone?”

She didn’t look at him as she shook her head, a sullen look on her face. “Actually, that’s kind of part of the reason I moved. I just...I had to get away from a pretty messy break up.”

“Oh. I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have asked.”

“No, it’s okay. I mean, I was the one who asked about Sarah’s mom over dinner and brought the whole mood down. I don’t think you could top that.”

Joel couldn’t help but chuckle a little. When he had told (Y/N) that it would just be the three of them for dinner, she thought he meant that he and Sarah’s mom were divorced and asked about her. The horrified look on her face when Joel told her that Sarah’s mom had passed away was enough to put both him and Sarah into a fit of laughter.

“It was just a lot of drama between me and my ex, and I couldn’t bare to live so close to him anymore when he was still trying to cause drama after our breakup,” she explained. “So I moved a couple towns over. It sucks because I’m away from my parents now, but I needed to get out of there. It’s what was best for me.”

Joel wasn’t sure if she was explaining her situation to him, or trying to convince herself of it.

He put away the plate he had been drying and walked back over to her. He placed a hand lightly on her back. When she looked up at him, he had to remind himself not to get lost in her eyes. She was just so breathtaking. He hadn’t felt this way for someone in such a long time; since he first met Sarah’s mom, actually. That’s how he knew (Y/N) had to be someone special. He just hoped she would feel the same way.

“It’s hard to be away from your family, but it sounds like what you did was best for you,” he said. “They can always come visit, or you can go to them. Hopefully, in the time that you’re away, your ex will stop with his drama bullshit and you can feel safe and happy in your old hometown again.”

(Y/N) smiled at him. “You have a way with words, Joel.”

“It comes with the parental territory. You wake up one day and just know the right things to say to make someone smile.”

He lingered next to her for a moment longer. His hand was still on her back, placed between her shoulder blades where he could feel the heat from her body radiating outwards. He knew he should move away, but he felt stuck in place. She wasn’t uncomfortable or telling him to move, which certainly wasn’t deterring him from just standing there and looking down at her perfect face for a while longer.

He was taken by surprise when (Y/N) fully turned to him and leaned up to press her lips against his. It took a moment for his body to react to what was happening, but once it did it reacted instinctively. He brought his other hand around the small of her back to hold her to him. His lips moved perfectly in sync with hers as her still wet hand found their way around his neck, one cupping his face while the other wrapped around to hold him close.

They were so lost in one another that it wasn’t until they heard someone clear their throat that they broke apart and turned to see Sarah standing there, a knowing grin on her face.

“Just getting another brownie,” she said. She reached into the container to grab the last brownie before sauntering back to the living room. “As you guys were!”

Joel felt his face heating up and he and (Y/N) untangled from one another. She turned away from him and he worried about what she was going to say next.

“I’m sorry,” she said, running a hand through her hair. “I shouldn’t have done that.”

“No, don’t be sorry,” Joel said. “It’s...It was fine. More than fine, actually. It...it was good.”

When she looked back, Joel could see that she looked more amused than embarrassed, like he expected she would. “Good is better than fine?”

He couldn’t help but chuckle as well. “It was better than both good and fine.”

“I don’t know what came over me. You were just so close, and you’re so nice and handsome, and you smell really good, and I’ve been thinking about kissing you since the moment I laid my eyes on you, which is totally inappropriate.” She cut herself off, a humorless laugh escaping her lips. “And now I’m rambling and I sound terribly insane.”

“You don’t sound insane,” he told her. “Actually, it’s very flatterin’ to hear that you’ve been thinking about kissin’ me all night.”

She gave him a hesitant look. “Really?”

“Considering the fact that I’ve been wanting to kiss you, too, yes it’s very flattering.”

Any last trace of embarrassment melted away as she looked at him. “You did?”

“Well, yeah, how could I not be thinkin’ that? You are probably the most beautiful woman that I have met in a long time, and you’ve got a beautiful personality to match it.”

She smiled, once again shyly, and turned away from him. Joel closed the space between them and placed a finger under her chin, tilting her head up to look at him. Her breathing changed then, and Joel had to admit that he loved knowing what exactly he was doing to her. He tried not to let himself get too cocky then, as he would probably take things a step further than kissing if he wasn’t careful.

“So,” he said, “what are we gonna do about this, then?”

“We get to know one another before we hop into anything serious,” (Y/N) said. “I think, considering our most recent dating history, that would probably be the best idea.”

Joel nodded. He could respect that. He didn’t expect (Y/N) to want to be in another relationship after what her ex had been putting her through.

“But let’s do that fast, because I really want to be kissing you again,” she added.

Joel chuckled and decided to oblige her request by leaning down to kiss her again.

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20 Years Later

Joel was helping Tommy with some construction on one of the town buildings when Maria and her party returned from their usual run. His and Tommy’s attention were drawn to the figure on the back of Maria’s horse. Very rarely did the party come back with actual people, the last time being when they took in Joel and Ellie. Neither of the men could get a good look at the person as they were covered in layers of clothing to keep warm and their head was nearly pressed against Maria’s back.

“I found someone,” she called to Tommy. He quickly began to approach her, Joel following behind. “There were a few infected that had broke through and attacked her. She would’ve been dead if it wasn’t for us.”

“Is she bit?” Tommy asked.

Maria shook her head. “She might need some food and water, though. I don’t know how long she’s been out around here, but she doesn’t have any supplies with her.”

Tommy extended his arms to help the woman off of Maria’s horse. Joel was a bit surprised when he saw her starting to move. He was sure she had been unconscious when Maria arrived.

She slowly slid off of the horse and landed on her feet, Tommy’s arms around her to help steady her. She mumbled a soft, “Thank you” to him and repeated it to Maria, who nodded in response. When she stood, Joel finally got a good look at her face, and he gasped.

“(Y/N).”

Her eyes found him, the same eyes he had gotten lost in 20 years ago in the kitchen of his old house. Her eyes widened when they landed on him. She slowly began to approach him.

“Joel?” she said. “Is it...is it really you?”

“It’s really me, (Y/N),” he said.

With his confirmation, she closed the gap between them and threw herself into his arms. Joel wrapped her into a tight hug, holding her to him and vowing to never let go. He could feel tears of happiness welling up in his eyes and, for the first time in a very long time, he allowed himself to cry in front of other people.

Joel and (Y/N) had been separated years ago when the outbreak first started. She had been visiting her family, trying desperately to get home so she could see Joel for his birthday. He remembered how many times she had apologized that day, but he assured her that she had nothing to be sorry about. They had plans for that weekend anyways, he had reminded her, so she could make it up to him then.

The next day, his entire world changed.

Joel knew in the back of his head that he should’ve looked for (Y/N), but he was engulfed in his grief over Sarah’s death that he found himself grieving for (Y/N) as well. There was no way she had survived, he decided after some time. He had to let her go, too.

But he couldn’t, and he didn’t. For 20 years, Joel held on to the memory of the beautiful neighbor that kissed him in his kitchen after only knowing him for a little over 24 hours. He dreamed of (Y/N) every night, never wanting to wake up from the sweet memories of her lips on his, her body against his, her beautiful eyes looking up at him.

And now she was back in his arms. He was afraid he was dreaming again, but if that were the case, he would be happy if he never woke up.

When he finally let her go, (Y/N) immediately took his face in her hands and kissed him deeply. That was all he needed to be sure that this wasn’t a dream.

“You two seem to be acquainted.”

The two broke apart to see Maria and Tommy looking at them, a mirrored smile on both of their faces.

“(Y/N) is...an old friend,” Joel said.

“Friend,” Maria said. “Sure.”

“I hate to break up this reunion, but Maria said (Y/N) might need some food and water,” Tommy said. “If she was attacked by the infected, she might need some medical attention, too.”

“I’m alright in that department,” (Y/N) said. “They didn’t hurt me too much. They just caught me off guard. If it wasn’t for you guys, I would’ve been Clicker food. But I definitely need something to eat, and maybe a hot shower. I ran out of supplies days ago, and the closest I’ve gotten to bathing is almost getting hypothermia in the river.”

“She can come shower at my place,” Joel offered. When Maria and Tommy both raised their brows at him, he added, “I’d feel much better having her with me.”

Maria turned her attention to (Y/N). “Are you okay with that?” (Y/N) nodded quickly. “Alright. We’ll have someone bring over some food and clothes for you for once you’ve finished your shower.”

“Thank you,” (Y/N) said.

Joel put an arm around (Y/N)’s waist and led her towards his home. Ellie was out, which he was grateful for. He wanted to introduce the two of them, but more than anything he wanted this time alone with her. He needed this time alone with her. He needed to remind himself that she was real, that all of this was real. He needed to feel her one more time to remind himself that she wasn’t just a dream of a far away time.

Joel grabbed her some towels and showed her to the bathroom. He barely had time to get a word out before she was on him again. Her arms around his neck, her lips against his in a rough, needy frenzy. He held her again, lifting her up so her legs were wrapped around his waist. He sat her down on the bathroom counter, holding her so tightly to him that he worried a little about if he was hurting her.

“I thought I’d never see you again,” she breathed against his lips. “I thought you were dead.”

“I thought you were dead, too,” he admitted. “God, I should’ve looked for you.”

“It would’ve been no use. The world was too chaotic back then, we never would’ve found each other,” she said. “God, I can’t believe it’s really you. I feel like I’m dreaming.”

“If you are, then we’re dreaming together,” he said. He slipped his hands under the layers covering her body, pressing his hands against the skin of her abdomen. “Fuck, you’re freezing. Let’s get you in the hot shower.”

“Will you come with me?”

She looked up at him so innocently despite knowing the not so innocent connotations that her words had. Joel could feel himself growing hard against his jeans. He growled in response, kissing her once more before they untangled  from each other to start the shower.

When she stepped under the hot water, (Y/N) nearly moaned in pleasure. It had been so long since she was properly able to clean herself, let alone since she had felt any sort of heat against her body. Joel stepped back to watch her wash herself, knowing she needed the cleaning more than anything in that moment. He watched as the shampoo ran from her long grown out hair down her body, and his eyes followed every movement of her hands as she began to lather herself up with soap.

Once she had finished cleaning herself, Joel stepped up behind her. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her flush against his chest. She sighed in content as his lips started to explore her neck and shoulders.

“Is this where you’ve been the whole time?” she asked. “Since the outbreak?”

He shook his head. “I only got here recently. It’s...it’s been a rough past 20 years.”

That was an understatement, but Joel wasn’t ready to tell (Y/N) what he had been doing to survive all these years.

“Is Sarah here?”

Joel tensed at the question. (Y/N) felt his tension and quickly turned in his arms to look up at him. “Oh, Joel, I’m so sorry.”

He shook his head. “It was the beginning of the outbreak. It was why I didn’t think to look for you. God, I was so stupid not to even try - ”

“You were grieving,” she cut him off. “I can’t blame you for that. I’m so sorry you lost her, and that we had to go so long thinking we had lost one another.”

Joel leaned down to kiss her again. Despite the years since he last saw her, and the fact that they had both been fighting through a fungi-zombie apocalypse, she still felt as soft as she had 20 years prior. Everything about her still felt so familiar to him. It was like they were picking up right where they had left off.

“You’re here now,” he said against her lips. “And I am not lettin’ you go ever again.”

She smiled. “I don’t intend to be let go. You can keep me as your hostage here for as long as you’d like.”

“Don’t tempt me. We may never leave my bed ever again.”

When she kissed him again it was heated and passionate. “Make good on that offer, cowboy.”

He wanted to. He really wanted to take her right then and there, with the hot water cascading over their bodies and the mirror already steamed up. But he knew she had to be fed first. She had gone days without eating or drinking anything, and the last thing he needed was her passing out on him, or worse.

“Get some food into you first,” he said. “And then I’ll get something else into you.”

She giggled and kissed him once more before turning the shower off. He couldn’t help but watch her with adoration as she dried herself off and wrapped the towel around her body. When she turned back at him, he could see the glint of mischief in her eyes.

“I’ll be waiting in your bed for that food you’ve promised,” she said. “Don’t be too long, or I might take care of my other issue myself.”

Fuck, I love her so much.

#joel miller #joel miller imagine #joel miller x reader #pedro pascal #pedro pascal imagine #pedro pascal x reader #the last of us #the last of us hbo #the last of us imagine #tlou #tlou imagine #imagine #one shot #fanfiction #fanfic #fandom

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pairing:Seungmin x fem!reader

genre:fluff

warnings:cursing

𐙚it’s my first time writing something like this so i don’t know if it’s good!!

~You and Seungmin have a hate-love relationship since you are Hans little sister, you are always mean to each other but you’re also there for each other.You came to visit your brother and you’ll be living with them for a month, you thought your attraction towards him was gone until you saw him again~

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Reader:

I walked out of the airport looking for my brother when suddenly i felt arms wrapping around me “you’re here dumbass!” my brother Han yelled while fake crying “yeah yeah okay i missed you too” i laughed and turned around so i can hug him “let’s go all the members are excited to see you again” he smiled and lead us to the car ‘even Seungmin?’ i thought but brushed it off i don’t even like him anymore. The ride to the company was full of laughter and music, i love spending time with my brother he’s my best friend.

Han guided me to their room and showed me the guest room that i’d stay at, i started organising my stuff until “dumbass come here!!” the members are here. My heart was beating fast ‘What is Seungmin gonna think?’ ‘Do i still like him?’ the thoughts running through my head while i walked out to greet them “there you are!” Chan said with a big smile and open arms, i hugged him along with Changbin and Jeongin, Felix, Lee know, Hyunjin and I did our handshake while laughing and for last Seungmin, i looked at him the baby face was gone, his bangs had pink stripes and he was taller than before, without hesitation he wrapped his arms around my waist. After a while of catching up we decided to cook something since i love cooking (if you don’t like cooking i’m sorry!!). As i was cutting up some veggies i heard the guys talking “when are u gonna give it to her?” i could hear Felix’s voice “say it louder she didn’t hear you!soon i just need time” Seungmin answered quietly, i smiled at his sarcastic comment but i was curious about what he wants to give me.

Everything was ready so we sat down to eat i sat next to Jeongin “Jeongin switch sits with Seungmin” Lee know said “what!? why!? i’ve missed her” Jeongin fake pouted and held my hand, i giggled and looked at him “do you want to eat tissues?” Lee know asked Jeongin while looking at him straight to the soul “ugh fine!” he got up and Seungmin was now sitting beside me.”Hyung why did i have to change sits??” I giggled at Jeongins annoyed but cute face “I’ll tell you later” Lee know answered while still eating ‘huh? what is happening’ either i’m too stupid or they are too sneaky, everyone was eating and laughing but i couldn’t stop thinking about this weird tension between Seungmin and I “i’m so full!” Changbin whined “Are u sure you don’t want dessert?” Hyunjin teased him while knowing the answer “now that i think about it i’m not that full” Changbin said with a grin, i laughed at him and got up “cmon we have to clean up and then we’ll eat dessert” i started taking the plates while the others were helping. Seungmin and I were taking plates and tea spoons for the dessert when i heard him “can i talk to you later?” my heart skipped a beat “uh sure!” i said with a smile on my face i couldn’t help but admire his features all over again, his glassy eyes, his plump lips and his pinkish cheeks “stop looking at me like that brat” he smirked “i um sorr-’’ “what can a man do to get a dessert in this house!?!?” we heard Changbin complain while Han was laughing.

We finished dessert and started getting ready for bed cause tomorrow we had a full scheduled day, as i was walking to the bathroom i opened the door and Seungmin was the shirtless, i was staring i knew it but i couldn’t stop “shi- sorry i should’ve knocked!!” i panicked and covered my eyes “it’s okay” i could feel the smirk on his lips “i’m all finished brat” he passed me and walked to his room, i could smell his cologne, he smelled sweet i could get addicted. When i was done with brushing my teeth i said goodnight to the others and walked to my room, i sat on the bed and scrolled on my phone, after about 5min someone knocked on my door “come in!” i said as i saw Seungmins figur walking inside while closing the door behind him “ see? knocking is pretty easy” he chuckled “i said i’m sorry!!” “i’m kidding i’m kidding” he smiled and i could see he was holding a box in his hands “so what did u want?” i asked while eyeing the box “well uh-’’ he took a breath and looked at me “when we traveled to Australia for our tour i saw this and thought of you” he said while breaking eye contact with me and handing me the box, i opened it and a set of diamond earrings were inside “omg they are so beautiful thank you!” i hugged him tight, he held my waist and smiled “you’re so sweet!!” i smiled while admiring the earrings “yeah don’t get used to it” he rolled his eyes with a cheeky smile. We talked for a while and i tried the earrings on, they looked so good “ they suit you” he said looking at me through the mirror “thank you so much Minnie” “don’t call me that i’ll suffocate you” i laughed and shook my head.

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Things have been really good i’m having fun but there’s this weird tension between Seungmin and I again he has been more sweet and caring these past few days i’m not complaining tho! We are on our way to the beach so we could properly enjoy summer, im sitting next to Seungmin who has his hand placed on my thigh while he’s fast asleep “Seungminnn” i whisper into his ear “wake up!” he slowly opens his eyes and looked at me “ i hate you, why did you wake me up?” he answered coldly as his hand is still on my thigh “cause we are almost there” i look at him “don’t fall asleep again” i warned him. When we arrived Jeongin and i run towards the umbrellas to leave our stuff and then walked towards the water “grandpas cmon!” Jeongin yelled while we laughed at them, we played in the water with Felix,Jeongin and Changbin for a bit until Seungmin came “i’m stealing her for a bit i hope you don’t mind” he flashed a smile and dragged me out of the water gently, we walked away from the others when he stopped and just looked at me “what’s up?” i looked at him, the sun helping me see his beautiful features once again “ you know i never got the chance to talk to you alone so i found the best time now” he started “look since i met you i’ve always wanted to take care of you i saw you like my younger friend” he looked at me “ aw Seungmin thank yo-’’ “i realised i don’t see you only as a friend” he interrupted me, i stared him in shock, my crush of God knows how long actually likes me “i’m sorry i shouldn’t have told you that” he looked disappointed and started walking away “Seungmin! wait!” he turned around “what?” i hugged him tight

to be continued..

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Let me know if you want a part 2!!

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#skz #seungmin #stray kids #fluff #cute #kim seungmin #seungmin x reader

[dreams-and-drabbles]

because his drip marketing is tomorrow (probably) i request more Alhaitham stuff 😭

i was hoping you'd write about the reader shyly asking him to do it after years of dating and he'd be gentle the whole time until he isnt cuz he cant take it anymore foams in the mouth

IT’S TOMORROW?! HOW DID I NOT KNOW THIS?! 😭 TYSM FOR THE ASK AND OFC!!!

(( MINORS DO NOT INTERACT—!!! ))

Al Haitham stared at you, his eyes wide.

It was one of the few times you could say you’d seen him genuinely surprised, but that was to expected, you supposed.

The two of you had been together for a few years, and you’d never once broached this topic.

“I m-mean… I’m sorry if it bugs you, but we’ve been together for a while now, so I thought…”

Al Haitham raised a hand, shaking his head with a small smile.

“I was just surprised. Pleasantly so. There’s no need to worry over that. I’d been considering asking you myself for a while now, but I didn’t want to seem too impatient. I’m glad you asked.”

The scribe spoke, his tone a mixture of amusement and shock.

He paced around the room, his arms crossed.

You giggled at the sight, earning a sharp look from your boyfriend.

“Let me prepare a few things, Dear. We don’t have everything for this because as you said, it’s been some time…”

Al Haitham said his tone serious, causing you to break into a fit of laughter.

“Right, of course… Then I’ll see you here soon?”

You asked, your cheeks tinged pink.

Al Haitham smirked, nodding his head.

“You can count on it.”

You smiled, glancing down bashfully.

“See you, then…”

Al Haitham huffed a small chuckle, pressing his lips against yours, before leaving the house.

Once he’d left, you buried your face in your hands, silently cursing your awkwardness.

You’d never spoken about this before, and while you were glad Al Haitham was willing, you should have known there were things missing.

That was the most embarrassing part, you thought, your cheeks flaring with heat.

You shook yourself from your musings, and headed to the bedroom to straighten up some.

This was huge, right?

There was a way to go about these things, or you’d hoped so, at least.

After forty minutes or so passed, you were beginning to feel a little nervous.

Al Haitham didn’t live too far off—

Just as you began to worry, you heard footsteps outside.

The doorknob shook sightly and you glanced up, your eyes wide in excitement, as Al Haitham entered.

To your surprise, he held a large bouquet of flowers in his hands.

You peered at him, curiously.

Al Haitham met your gaze, shaking his head a bit.

He offered you a small smile, before running a hand through his hair with a sigh.

“Kaveh demanded to know where I was going in such a rush. I didn’t think he needed to know what exactly we were going to be up to, so I told him I was meeting you for a date. Of course, then he lectured me, going on about flowers and the likes, and how important they are to dating. As such, here we are—“

Al Haitham explained, handing you the flowers.

You laughed, your eyes tearing up slightly.

“That is such a Kaveh thing to do.” You said, earning an amused smile from Al Haitham.

“Isn’t it, though? Regardless, that’s what kept me for so long.”

You nodded, fighting off the urge to laugh.

“Well, I’m glad you’re here now… Are you ready for our date?” You teased, your tone light.

Al Haitham’s lips quirked upwards into a smirk, and his eyes shone with mirth.

“Of course.” He responded, his tone silky.

You grinned, grabbing Al Haitham’s hand and pulling him towards the bedroom.

He chuckled at your excitement, as the two of you approached the bed.

You flopped down on the bed, as Al Haitham sat down beside you. He pulled off his top, giving you a few full of his toned chest.

He raised a teasing brow, before smirking at you. “Enjoying the view?”

You grinned, nodding. “Immensely.”

Al Haitham snorted, shaking his head in amusement. “Well, there’s more than that to enjoy.”

You flushed at his words, before pulling off your clothes, as well.

“Right… Uncharted territory…” You responded, your tone light.

Al Haitham scooted closer to you, his lips pressed close to your ear.

“We’ll simply have to explore it, then. Find the best route…”

You laughed, turning your head slightly, to meet his gaze.

Al Haitham smiled at you, bringing his hand to lightly cup your cheek. He ran his thumb along your jawline, soothingly, before pressing his lips against yours.

You leaned forward into the touch, Al Haitham pressing his form against yours, and causing you to sink further into the bed.

His hand made its way into your hair, as he deepened the kiss.

The scent of parchment and pine overrode your senses as he kissed you, his lips frantically overtaking your own.

Al Haitham pulled away from the kiss, and instead began trailing kisses across your bare form. He ran his tongue across your collarbone, before nipping down gently.

You trembled at the contact, your eyes sparkling with glee.

“Al Haitham… the date…”

You murmured, and he chuckled, wrapping an arm around your center.

“Of course, love. I’ll be gentle this time…”

He murmured, before pulling you closer to him.

Your heart pounded in anticipation, as Al Haitham’s legs pressed up against yours.

Al Haitham’s hand snaked around your thigh, rubbing circles along its inside and you jerked back at the contact.

He chuckled, his tone warm.

“Hmm, that’s a spot. Let’s explore some others, then…”

He cooed at you, his tone a thick honey.

Al Haitham’s hand edged past your thigh, and your legs clenched.

The weight of him against you increased, as Al Haitham pressed his form closer to yours, giving you an up close view of his chest.

Your cheeks burned, as Al Haitham brought his arm back up, to pull you closer to him.

He thrust against your form, and you gasped in surprise.

He picked up the pace, his grasp on you tightening.

If this was what intimacy was like, then you’d been missing out on a lot.

Al Haitham’s pace quickened once more, and you yelped at the sudden ferocity to his approach, your eyes widening.

“A- Al Haitham!! You—!!!” You rasped, your words slightly slurred, as your mind struggled to form what you wanted to say.

Al Haitham pulled you closer to himself once more, his weight against yours increasing, as a tremor ran through your form.

His eyes widened, and he pulled back, his cheeks flushed. “A-Ah… I got too excited…”

He spoke, his voice a husky rasp.

You stared at him your eyes wide, and your mouth slightly agape.

“Mm… next time…don’t rush…” You managed, as Al Haitham pulled away.

He nodded, laying down beside you.

“Next time, I’ll be gentle…”

You huffed, averting your gaze.

“‘s what you said this time…” You whined, rolling over on your side.

Al Haitham rolled over, so that he was facing you. “Forgive me…?”

You pretended to think about it, before giggling some.

“‘s fine… Couldn’t be made anyways…”

He hummed, before wrapping and arm around you, then pulling the covers over your heads.

You smiled, burying your face into his chest.

He laughed, and you could feel the rumble of it, from your spot against his chest.

“You really like my chest, don’t you?”

You nodded, pressing your face in further.

“‘Makes a good pillow…”

He ran his fingers through your hair, before smiling and letting his hand fall.

“I’m glad you find my chest so comfortable…”

You blinked at him, sleepily, and he chuckled.

Al Haitham pulled you a bit closer, rubbing circles on your back.

“You seem tired, dear. You may as well put that pillow to good use…”

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[thetinestpixiequeen]

"Meet Ugly" Commander Fox x OC

“I’m just saying,” Fox heard the woman before he could even round the corner. “If you would’ve been smart enough to read the sign that says Carnivorous Plant on the door you wouldn’t have gotten bit. The fact you were that kriffing stupid is no reason to call your Commanding Officer on a student.” For a moment he couldn’t tell which of his brothers it was that made a comment about her plant, but the woman was furious. 

“What seems to be the problem here?” Fox asked, looking up from his datapad when he entered the office. He stopped at the doorway in shock at the mess that had been caused. When originally signed to Coruscant, he had expected to keep Senators and politicians safe. In the past seventy-nine hours he had dealt with a drunk Academy student, being chastised by the Chancellor, and now dealing with a plant that had bit off one of his brother’s fingers. 

The Twi’lek turned over to look at him, eyes glaring. “Stay.” She growled, turning to wrap the bleeding clone’s finger. “It should serve until you get to the medbay.” She snapped, “Next time, please do not put your fingers in someone's plant when you see the word carnivorous on a door. Or better yet, when you want to explore and meet the faces you will see every day of this war, knock.”

Fox watched as his brother passed by, holding the rag against the area where the missing finger was. “Need to make a report on this.” He drawled, standing there looking at her. 

The blue Twi’lek bent down, starting to mop up the blood with fabrics. “Sure, I came to check the progress of my plant since we had to deal with coming from Ryloth and travel is hard on her when I believe he said his name was Hound, was in my office. He had taken the gate off of her and she bit him. I’m not even scheduled to be here and I had dinner plans with my roommate.” 

Fox typed in his datapad, shaking his head. “Do you even have clearance to have that plant? Need your name for the report.”

“Isolde. I’ve had my plant for ten years. Part of my project as an academy student is training her to be aggressive only on commands. I know that clones are all genetically the same, but does that mean that all of you are this level of stupid?” 

Fox raised his eyebrow under his helmet. “So they called you before they called me?” 

Isolde raised her eyebrow, “Another clone got his finger bit off. They were afraid that you’d shoot my project and the Republic would have to fund another Morogian Snap sapling. I spent the entirety of my birthday and holiday credits from infancy until ten years old to purchase her.” She turned to hand him half of the bloody fabric, “Follow me.” 

He followed her, “How are you going to keep this incident from being repeated?” 

“Remind all that by written authority of the Academy and the Republic that my office is by appointment only.” Isolde snapped, “And pass that message on to the Clones stationed on Coruscant. At that point, I’ve done all I can legally do.”

“Why the Morogian Snap?” Fox asked, dropping the fabric into a biohazard bin. 

“Are you asking me for your report or are you just curious?” She dropped her bandages down the shoot, shutting it.

“Curious.” 

She turned to him, looking up at his armor. “Pick me up tomorrow. Make sure to tell Hound to straighten up. As long as you guys don’t dosh up my projects again, we’ll be fine. As you can tell, a lot of students are not excited about you guys being here.” 

“Where am I picking you up?” 

She smiled at him, giving him a wink. “You’re a smart man, Commander Fox. I think that you can figure it out. I’ll be waiting for you to get off tomorrow.” 

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[jimmyssnuggs]

no sleep

(teagan x jimmy)

Four days. It had been four days since Jimmy had left for St. Louis, and neither Teagan or Hallie had gotten a full night's sleep. She’s tried everything, from giving her baby melatonin when she’s putting Hallie to sleep, to Teagan sleeping on the floor of Hallie’s room while she’s in her crib.

Nothing works, and she’s woken up to to her daughter crying for her dad, repeating the words “where’s dada?” over and over again.

Teagans falling behind with classwork, because she had always done the bulk of it after Hallie was sound asleep in bed. Now, every bit of focus has to be on her daughter.

Jimmy doesn’t realize the extent of how badly everything is going for his girls. It’s not until Teagan is facetiming him one night, tears rolling down her cheeks at a rapid pace.

“Teegs? Baby? What’s wrong?”

“I-I c-can’t do this a-anymore. I’m so tired,” She chokes on her sobs. “Hallie won’t sleep, and I haven’t slept because of it. Everytime I manage to shut my eyes, she crying again. It’s too much, and I feel like an awful mother.”

He picks up on the sound of Hallie’s wails in the background, and that only causes Teagan to cry harder. “I have to go check on her. Sorry for bothering y-“

“Teegs don’t hang up, stay on the phone with me please.” He begs, and she stares at him through the phone screen.

“Okay,” Her voice is a whisper, and she’s placing the phone against her lamp on the nightstand, and bringing a crying Hallie back into her room. “You have to sleep, please Hallie.” Her voice is strained, and she’s begging her two year old daughter.

She’s whining and mumbling ‘Dada’, and that’s the final crack in Jimmy’s heart that causes it to break.

“Hallie-bug, I’m right here, see? You’re gonna come see me tomorrow.”

She sees his face, and is reaching for the phone screen thinking he’s there, but starts to cry when she realizes it’s only his face. “Dada, home please.” She sobs.

“I’m going to see you tomorrow bug! Can you be good for mama please, and sleep for her? That will make it go faster, and then you’re going to see me!”

She sniffles, turning her head to the side. “See dada?”

“Yes baby, you’re gonna come see me, with mama, and my parents!” He gives her a smile, and she returns it.

She rests her head on Teagans shoulder, and her eyes are heavy as Teagan rubs her back. “Night my Hallie-bug, I love you.” He whispers, in awe of how amazing of a mom his girlfriend is.

Once she’s out, Teagan is picking up the phone to talk to Jimmy again. “Thank you J, you have no idea how much that helped me.”

“I wish you had called me sooner, and told me you were struggling that bad babe. I would’ve had my parents help.”

“I didn’t want to bother you J, you were so focused on hockey. I couldn’t ruin that.”

His gentle smile turns into a frown. “You’re never going to bother me Teegs. I thought you knew that.”

“I’m excited to see you tomorrow. I miss you so much.” She changes the topic, and he doesn’t fight back, but picks up on her voice wavering.

“I missed you too, so much.”

He can see how heavy her eyes are, and how she’s fighting sleep in order to stay up and talk to him.

“Teegs, you can sleep.” His voice is so gentle.

“I’d rather stay up and talk to you.” She’s blinking fast in order to stay awake, and her voice is drowsy.

“I’ll stay on facetime with you until you fall asleep, and then we have all of this week together. But sleep for me baby, you’re exhausted.”

She doesn’t fight that, and her head hits the pillow. She mumbles an ‘I love you,’ just before her eyes shut.

“I love you too Teegs, more than you know.”

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[chaotic-on-main]

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☾ Pairings ➼ janitor!Levi Ackerman x fem!people-pleaser!Reader

☾ Content/Warnings ➼ modernAU, meet-cute(kinda?), familial trauma, hurt/comfort, fluff, accidental therapy (for me), corporate ick

☾ Author's Note ➼ Hi Eri!! Thank you so much for sending this request in. I was a little worried with the whole "make it a surprise" because I struggle with lack of structure BUT I'm so proud of how this came out. I couldn't stop writing, as you can see. This might be a little self-indulgent and I hope I got the emotions right since I struggle with them. I just want Levi to call me out on my shit, okay?? Anyways, I hope you enjoy!! love you k bye *smooches*

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“Hi, you’re the new hire right? It’s nice to meet you, I’m Carol from a few rows down. Listen, I hate to do this to you since you’re so new but you’re the only one I can ask. Would you be able to do the data entry on the Sina job? I can’t stay past closing tonight due to my set plans and unfortunately it’s due tomorrow morning. Could you help me out? I’ll pay you back!”

The voice of your overly excited brunette coworker reverberates through your skull as you type away at your desk, the bright light of your monitor biting at your eyes just like the migraine you feel in the back of your head. You had a feeling that this is not the first time the people in the office have picked on the newcomers, and you bet it wouldn’t be the last. You chalk it up the fact that you were still in the office past seven in the evening doing someone else’s work because they dropped the stack of papers on your desk before you could say anything back, but you knew better. Damn your pathological people pleasing tendencies.

Your chair squeaks as you lean back in it, closing your eyes and pinching the bridge of your nose as you sigh heavily. It’s a handful of days into your first week and you’re already daydreaming about your next vacation. An office job was not your first go to, but as all struggling artists do, you needed this job to supplement your income until your art took off – if that ever happened.

Thoughts of how much longer you’d have to be here swirl through your mind when you’re interrupted by a loud thunk a few cubicles down. It startles you so much that you jump up as your eyes shoot open, hand over your heart in an attempt to calm it. You weren’t aware of anyone else in the building so you can’t help but think there might be a mass murderer just feet away from you. Steeling your resolve, you push yourself up from your chair and carefully peek over the half wall to see what had made that noise.

At first you don’t see anything as your eyes adjust from seeing nothing to the semi-lit office floor from the setting sun and dimmed overheads. Down the row, you see the back of a man in what you assume to be a gray janitor’s suit. An undercut peeks between short raven locks, neck lines sharp giving away to a clean cut. It doesn’t seem like he notices you’re there as his attention is focused on the waste basket in front of him.

You sit back down slowly, heaving a heavy sigh from relief that it was indeed not a mass murderer – well, that you know of. He didn’t seem threatening from far away at least. Your hands hover on the keyboard as you do your best to blink away the tired. Only a few more pages now, you reassure yourself.

An hour later, miraculously you find yourself down to the last page. The miscellaneous words and numbers swim off the page as you force yourself to focus. With the promise of a late night treat, you finally make it down to the last line. Just as you’re about to hit ‘enter’, something kicks the back of your chair causing you to yelp loudly and slam down on the keys harder than you meant.

“What are you still doing here?” A deep voice grumbles from behind you, making your ears twitch at the sudden volume difference. You twist around in your chair to see who the voice belongs to and you’re surprised to see it coming from the janitor you saw earlier. What’s even more surprising is how young he looks, and handsome to boot - despite the look he’s giving you. Stark gray-blue lidded eyes stare down at you as he scowls, eyebrows pinched together. He doesn’t look pleased.

“I-I’m sorry. I’m working on some…” Your voice falters when his expression turns into annoyance.

“You’re in my way.” He simply states as he leans against a vacuum you only now notice sitting under his arm. Was your focus so strong that you completely missed the sounds of him cleaning around you?

“Oh, uh. Yeah, let me get out of your way then.” You say timidly, pushing yourself out of the chair. You’re face to face with him at standing height, even in your work heels. This was a very intimidating man despite his short stature.

“I’m not going to clean with you breathing down my neck.” He grumbles, eyes narrowing at you like you asked him the most offensive question known to man. Your lips part as you struggle to find your words, but nothing comes out as you find yourself low-key panicking.

“I c-can just-”

“Just finish what you’re working on, I’ll just come back.” He rolls his eyes before walking away, leaving you and the vacuum illuminated by your computer screen. You ball your hands in fists to keep them from shaking.

Exhaling a weak breath, you sit back down and force yourself to focus on the last line of data instead of the glowering expression of your office’s janitor.

.

You slam your forehead into the vinyl coating of your desk, not hard enough to leave a bruise but enough to hear the echoes of contact through the whole floor. It’s nearing seven at night again and you’re still in office catching up on yet another coworker’s workload.

When they asked what plans you had tonight, you didn’t think that saying you were going home to watch TV would bite you in the ass. If you were completely honest, you had quietly hoped they might be asking if you wanted to go out for drinks with them. After all, they were the only ones that had really talked to you in the past few weeks but you’re starting to wonder if they were just trying to butter you up to get you to say yes to their requests.

Who were you kidding though, you would have said yes anyways because the word ‘no’ didn’t exist in your vocabulary. You wish you weren’t so aware of that fact because not only are you stressed out, you’re full of self loathing. A groan escapes your lips.

“Still doing other people’s work?” You hear a familiar voice grumble from behind.

After lifting your head up from the cool desk, you swivel around in your chair to see the janitor – this time in dark blue. A white handkerchief wraps around his face, covering his mouth and nose so that all you see are his tired eyes. A same-colored bandana adorns his head with some of his bangs falling into his eyes. You bite your tongue to keep yourself from asking what the point of the bandana was if it didn’t keep his hair out of his face.

It takes you a moment to find your voice, partly from not using it for so long but also because of the steady unfriendly feeling radiating off him. He raises an eyebrow at you as you stare up at him almost dumbfounded.

“I- who said I was doing other people’s work?” You finally make out, voice trembling.

“You’re new, right? The office goons do that to every newbie that comes in.” He folds his arms over his chest and you see that his sleeves are rolled up to show his toned forearms, muscles popping up from the position they’re in. Your eyes flicker back up to his, blinking slowly.

“I’m sure but they needed the help, so...”

“Because they would rather slack off than do any work. They’re taking advantage of you and you’re falling for it? You’re an adult, right?” There isn’t malice in his words but they still sting.

“Of course I am! I work here, don’t I?” Your eyes widen in emphasis, sweeping your hands around you.

“Tch, that doesn’t make you an adult. I’ve been here for years and I’ve seen my fair share of children.” His scowl reappears at those words. You’ve never met someone so grumpy.

You close your mouth at that, not sure what else to say. He clicks his tongue and flips a small towel over his shoulder. Turning on his heel, he sets off down the aisle without another word, the sounds of his heavy boots getting quieter.

You don’t get done until 10:30 that night. On your way out, you pass by the janitor who was currently on the inside of the board meeting glass walls, wiping them down with what you suppose is glass cleaner. His eyes meet yours as you walk by and you offer a small wave and smile even though his short words still sting. You think he’s going to ignore you but instead, he gives you a curt nod.

.

The janitor’s words swim through your mind the next time you’re asked to stay behind to help out. You spent the last couple of weeks doing your best practicing in the shower on setting boundaries with your coworkers but when the person who came to you next was your supervisor, how could you say no.

You were in the middle of packing your bag while lost in thought of your weekend plans when she came to you. You’re thinking you might stop by the evening market by the river before heading home with some food from the local vendors when a finger taps on your shoulder followed by your name coming out in a honey-laced voice.

“Hey, I just wanted to stop by and commend you on being such a team player in the last month. It’s something we find rare in someone as young as you and of course we’re grateful.” Your red-haired boss beams down at you while she talks. The feeling of ice pricks in your veins at what you know was coming next.

“I’m really sorry to come to you so last minute and on a Friday no less, but because of your wonderful work ethic, you’re the only one I can trust to complete The Warrior Project. It’s been extremely slow going and we need it done by Monday. Do you think you can stay behind and help us out?” She offers you an apologetic smile, eyes boring into yours with sincerity.

You wished you could have said no but the words died before they made it out of your mouth, instead agreeing meekly with a fake smile.

So now here you sit at your desk with the dying rays of light rising higher against the back walls as the sun sets, fingers flying across the keyboard. You suppose you’ll have to stop by the late night convenience store on the way home for some dinner; your face scrunches up at the thought of your very limited choices.

“If you type any harder, you’ll break it.” You don’t bother to turn around at the voice, knowing damn well who it was.

“I’m sure they’ll get me another one. They need me to finish this, after all.” You mutter the last part under your breath. The smell of something sweet and tangy hits your nose and on contact, your stomach rumbles loudly.

Swiveling in your chair, you’re met with the janitor who’s simultaneously holding a feather duster as well as a bag of what looks like Chinese take-out. Your eyes widen at the sight, bouncing back and forth between the objects in his hand.

“Are you here to eat or dust?” You ask, finally looking up to his face. There’s no expression on his pretty face. You still haven’t gotten over how stunning he was, with his pointed nose and pouty bottom lip. Today he has his janitor uniform half on, the sleeves of the suit tied around his waist so that it’s only pants. Tucked in is a black t-shirt that shows more of his muscular arms. He’s not ripped by any means but it’s very obvious he exercises on his time off.

“I’m here to dust. This is for you to eat.” He says dryly, shoving the bag in your direction. Once again, you find your words stolen as you stare at the brown paper bag that sits curled in his pale fingers. Your eyes shift back and forth between his face and the food.

“F-for me? Why?”

“Whenever I see you here late, you never eat. You need to take better care of yourself.”

“I eat when I get home.” You retort back softly. A late night meal for you consists of a single serving bag of chips and whatever looked edible at the convenience store – but you wouldn’t tell him that.

“Just eat it.” He pushes it forward to you again, the warm smells of food wafting past your nose. It smelled like heaven.

“I- no. I can’t take that, it’s yours!” You wave your hands in front of your chest in a dismissive manner. A dark eyebrow shoots up his face.

“So she can say no.” He reaches over you and places the paper bag down on your desk. Along with the smells of delicious food, the scent of clean laundry and musky pine tickles your nose. It’s a very pleasant combination, and one you were not expecting. “Eat it, throw it away, I don’t care.” He says casually before turning around and walking off. Your hand reaches out in an attempt to stop him, but he’s long gone.

Twisting your chair around, you eye the paper bag for a moment before finally caving. Your stomach is about to eat itself and he had paid for it, so you don’t want to waste it. Why he would care enough about you to order food is a mystery, though.

Upon opening the contents, you’re greeted with a small foil dish with a plastic covering holding what you believe is orange chicken. A little white box off to the side contains sticky rice and in the little plastic package next to it holds some spring rolls – all still steaming hot and smelling wonderful.

You spend the next half hour scarfing down your dinner while thinking about how you’d pay the janitor back. The flush that started creeping up your cheeks at the end of your encounter with him stays even when you go to bed late that night.

.

The week after, you intentionally slow down on your daily work so that you had a reason to stay late and finish it. But much to your dismay, you don’t see the janitor anywhere. You’d leave each night a little embarrassed at yourself for being so excited for someone you’ve talked to a handful of times, but to your benefit you had a reason for your madness.

Finally, you gather enough courage to peep your head over your half-wall and grab your coworker’s attention – whose attention was on a mobile game in his hands and not on the spreadsheets in front of his face.

“Ryan?” You whisper-shout down. Your brunette coworker’s eyes shoot up to yours, almost in a panic.

“What? Is the boss lady making her rounds?” He asks back. You sweep your eyes around the office floor and finally find your supervisor who was currently in a meeting with other board members.

“She’s busy, you’re fine. I actually had a question?” You didn’t realize how soft you were speaking until he stood up to meet you, towering a good foot above you with his ear down to you.

“What’s up?”

“I was wondering if you knew when the janitor might be back? I haven’t seen him in a few days.” You subconsciously start picking at your nails – a nervous habit.

Ryan stares at you as he processes your words before throwing his head back in bellowing laughter. You’re quick to shush him and duck your head down from the glares aimed your way at such a loud disturbance.

“Not so loud!!” You whisper-shout again.

“I’m sorry, I’m just curious why you want to know? He doesn’t like anyone, and no one likes him.” He shrugs his shoulders. You so badly want to tell him to shut up and that you like him, but instead you settle on trying to get him to answer your question.

“Well, what’s his schedule?” You narrow your eyes in hopes of getting the message across that you were serious.

“Well, that’s the thing, he’s always working. Sometimes even on the weekends. From what I heard, his cleaning routes are the same every week. He doesn’t get to our floor until late in the week. He has a thing for cleaning, so I heard, and that’s why there’s only one janitor contracted. He’s so weird.” Ryan rolls his eyes as he rests his chin against the top of the wall.

“What’s his name?”

“Why do you care so much about the janitor?” It’s Ryan’s turn to narrow his eyes to you. You’re asking too many questions and he’s getting far too nosy about your business. It’s best to retreat for now.

“Uh, it’s nothing. Thank you.” You squeak before plopping yourself down at your chair and pretending to click around on your word documents until you no longer feel the pierce of your coworker’s stare.

So he’s always here, you think. You’re just missing him on your way down. You bite back a smile as you glance down to the clock at the bottom corner of your screen. The time reads 4:37pm and it’s a Thursday which meant that he would be around your floor this evening. Perfect. Your eyes sweep over to your bag in your excitement.

In the time it takes for you to wait for the gray-blue eyed janitor, you’ve finished half of the next day’s work. A part of you starts to wonder if he isn’t coming tonight, that it may be tomorrow instead, and weirdly you find yourself hoping one of your coworkers would ask you to help them out again so that you had a reason to stay.

“That’s so stupid.” You say out loud as you stir sugar into the black tea you had spent the last 5 minutes steeping. You’re standing in the office break room, lost in thought.

“I’m sure the mug doesn’t feel that way.” That voice makes your heart flutter, and you bite back the smile that threatens to curve into your face. Instead, you pinch your lips together and turn around.

The janitor is there alright, uniform zipped up tight as he holds a spray bottle and a rag. He’s leaning against the doorframe of the break room, arms folded across his chest. His black hair falls into his face, almost kissing the corners of his heavy-lidded eyes as they watch you intently.

“Ah, there you are!” You exclaim, pointing your spoon at him.

“Here I am.”

“I have something to give you as payback for dinner last week.” You muse, grinning at him. His eyes widened briefly before going back to normal.

“And why would you do that?”

“Because I’m grateful for it, dummy.” Carefully, you place your spoon next to your mug and walk towards him until you’re face to face. It takes him a moment to realize you were waiting for him to move, and carefully he backs away so that you have room to escape.

“Stay here, I’ll be right back.” You order before dashing off to your cubicle.

When you come back with the gift in hand, you see that the janitor hadn’t moved an inch. His intimidating eyes follow you as you stop in front of him, slightly breathless from speed walking back. An eyebrow raises at you as he waits for you to catch your breath.

“I-ah. Okay. So. I made these for you. I ended up having to make a fresh batch because I didn’t see you for a bit and I didn’t want to feed you stale cookies so. Anyways, here. Thank you for feeding me last week.” You beam up at him as you hold your hands out to show him your gift.

It’s a small plastic bag wrapped with a pastel bow. The contents of the bag include bite sized cookies that you spent all last night remaking in hopes you would see him again. They’re pale yellow in color, dusted with a light coat of cane sugar. His eyes widen again at your gesture, this time staying big as they stare at the bag in your hand like its gold.

“You… made these for me?” His voice is low.

“I did! I don’t know if you like sweets but these are my mother’s recipe and her cookies were never that sweet. Pretty much the sweetness comes from the sugar on top. The rest are just buttery goodness.” You gush as you stare off in thought, the happy memories of your mom making these cookies for you flooding your brain.

When your eyes fall back to the raven-haired man, you’re almost tempted to run away in embarrassment. His neutral expression stares back at you and you take a small step back.

“I’m sorry, this is probably weird. You don’t have to take them actually. In fact, I’ll just le-“

“No, you’re fine. I uh, I appreciate it.” He quickly reaches out and grabs the bag, the sound of crinkling plastic taking up space in the nearly empty mess room. You offer him a small smile, grateful that he accepted the gift. His eyes trail past you and onto the kitchen counter behind you. He purses his lips as he thinks but finally opens his mouth to speak.

“Pour that disgusting excuse for a tea out and follow me. Bring the mug.” He says tersely before turning on his heels and out the door. You blink hard a few times as your brain processes his words but quickly you find yourself dumping out the tea and chasing after him down the cubicle aisles.

Soon, you’re sitting on the ground with the janitor as he pours steaming amber liquid from the thermos he pulled out of his cleaning cart just mere moments ago. It splashes into the bottom of your mug and fills it quickly, then he hands it over to you as he starts speaking.

“So are you a workaholic or…” He gives you a side eye.

“I should be asking you that. I’ve been told you work practically every day, even on weekends.” You hold the mug by the handle as you stare down into the cup. “Is this…?”

“It’s tea and no I didn’t poison it.”

“What was wrong with the tea I had?”

“Stale tea leaves don’t make for a good cup of tea.” He states like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “No, I’m not a workaholic. I like to clean, and I get paid for it. Plus, I’m left alone. Usually.” He grumbles the last part, but you don’t detect any hostility in his voice.

“Well, I’m not either. A-a workaholic, I mean.”

“No, I suppose not. Just a people pleaser then?” His statement makes you splutter on the tea you had just sipped on. Despite it going almost everywhere, the bitter taste of the dark leaves bite at your taste buds. It’s unsweetened and you can’t keep the slight look of distaste off your face. Luckily, it’s covered up by the glare you shoot his way.

You don’t say anything back at that, knowing any denial would have been a lie but you didn’t want to confirm it either. However, you can’t hold back the annoyance that simmers in your chest at such a presumptuous statement, from someone you hardly know, no less.

“Beats being disliked by everyone.” You mutter finally, setting your mug on the floor next to you. Your eyes drift to the floor-to-ceiling window you were both sitting in front of. The last dreg of golden sunlight warms your face as you stare out into the bustling city as they prepare for the evening.

“You say that like it should bother me.”

“Shouldn’t it though?”

“Why would it?”

“Don’t you want people to like you?” You whisper softly, dragging your gaze over to his face. There’s no readable expression on his face as he sips his tea out of the top of his thermos lid. He’s holding it in a way you’ve never seen before – long fingers gripping the metal from the top rim and tilting it back into his mouth.

“I don’t give a shit if they like me or not.” He says finally as he gives you a side eye.

You’re not sure if your surprise at his callous attitude is warranted or not. Your interactions with him have been few and far in between but that night he got you dinner, you thought maybe he was a little more caring than that.

“Why do you care if people like you anyway?” He leans back on a hand, his other cradling his cup.

“I just- well. I don’t know.” You say simply. You do know.

“I read this thing about people-pleasers. It said that they’re great manipulators. They bend and break just so that others tolerate and like them, pretending to be something they’re not. Are you trying to get something out of it?”

Your eyes snap to his, feeling the heat behind your stare at his insinuation. Where did he get off calling you a manipulator? A pretender? Despite the subtle rage dancing in your eyes, you give him a smile and push yourself off the ground, grabbing your mug on your way up.

“Thank you for the tea. I really must be going now.” You say politely, voice coming out higher than you meant.

“Tch.” Is all you get back.

With that, you turn on your heel and head back to the break room to pour your tea out and rinse the mug, leaving it out on the rack to dry. You’re quick to gather your things before practically running down the aisles to the elevator, down to the front door, and towards home. A lump in your throat stays even after your shower and still when you lie down for the night.

.

After your last encounter with the janitor, you find that you’re rushing home as soon as you can. You aren’t necessarily mad at him for telling you a hard truth, but the rumination of having someone being annoyed at you doesn’t go away.

Your evasive tactics work for a while. Your office was in between projects and jobs so no one had come to you for help for anything. But of course that didn’t stay that way for long and your luck would run out as it always had as the quarter was about to close. Your supervisor came to you early on a rainy Tuesday morning to tell you that some freak accident had happened to the last reports which made the data you spent days organizing completely disappear.

You don’t know what was more frustrating: the fact that your hard work from the last week had completely vanished or the fact that no one in the office offered to give a helping hand when you needed it the most.

Your supervisor apologized and said the entries needed to be done by the next morning so they could be submitted in time for the quarter review. With a forced smile and false-positive voice, you agreed and got started on it right away.

This was about 12 hours ago.

The only thing that brings you solace is the knowledge that the janitor was not due for your floor for a couple days so at least you could work on it without worrying about running into him. And thankfully for you since you were semi-prepared for being held back, you ordered pizza for dinner before the front doors locked for the evening.

For some reason, you find yourself sitting on the floor in the same spot you had shared bitter tea with the janitor. You’re lying on your back with your phone hovering as you scroll on it mindlessly, a more than half filled pizza box next to you with the lid propped open slightly. There’s a vacation photo that pops up from one of your acquaintances that makes your chest tighten from envy.

“You’re in my way, brat.” A voice from above rings out. It startles you so much that your fingers loosen on your phone, and it comes smacking into your face with a loud slap. Your eyes scrunch shut from the stinging pain radiating from your nose as you groan softly.

You sit up from your position, making sure to grab your phone before it falls on the ground, and turn to narrow your eyes at the perpetually scowling janitor. You hear a subtle pop in your back as you do.

“What are you doing here?” Your voice comes out more accusatory than you meant, and you end up clearing your throat before giving him a forced smile.

“I’m working. That’s more than I can say for you.”

“You’re not supposed to be on this floor today.”

“Says who?” An eyebrow quirks at your statement.

The words die on your tongue because even you knew that one person’s word was not enough to be reliable. You reach over to close the pizza box and gather your things to leave. He doesn’t say anything and only stares while you push yourself up onto your feet.

“I’ll just get out of your way, then.” You mumble, bending down to grab the pizza box in one hand and your empty cup in the other. As you brush past him, you can’t help but wonder if he’s still mad at you, though you can’t logically find a reason why he would be mad in the first place. And if he was, then what did you do? These thoughts are jarred as a vibration in your back pocket alerts you to a notification. Upon more buzzes and the start of your soft ringtone, you realize it’s a phone call.

Stepping over to the nearest desk, you set your stuff down and pull out your phone. On the screen is the caller ID for your mom, her faux-happy face staring straight at you as the lights around it pulse. You don’t fight the grimace that etches into your features. Hitting the green button, you regret it immediately.

“Hi mom!” You exclaim, forcing another smile on your lips.

“There you are! I really thought you had died on us.”

“Of course, I’m not dead. Just busy!” You state happily, turning around to face the windows again. A relieved sigh escapes when you notice the janitor is no longer standing where he was.

“You should call us more. You know I was talking to our neighbor about you recently! Remember Donna and her kids? Apparently her youngest just got engaged. And it got me thinking…” Your mother’s words trail off as your eyes glaze over. Your pulse is steadily picking up speed with every word, and you grip the edge of the desk tightly to keep yourself grounded.

“Anyways, both of your sisters are coming to visit with their little families. When are you planning to come by? It would be nice to have everyone home again. Maybe this time with a man on your arm?”

“Oh, I don’t know, mom. I just started here, so getting the time off will be a little hard to do right away. But I will ask my supervisor, and see? I want to see everyone too.” Your voice wavers a little as the muscles in your face start to hurt from your smile.

“Your grandmother is asking about you, you know. I had to come up with some excuse about why you’re so far away, and single no less.”

“I’m working on it. I’ll give her a call soon.” Tears prick in the corners of your eyes.

“Well, I’m sure you are, honey. Oh, your little sister is calling, I need to go. Please call us more!” And just like that, the line goes silent as she hangs up.

“I’ll call tomorrow, I guess.” You whisper down at the blank screen. Setting your phone down, you press the heels of your palms into your eyes to get rid of the wetness that threatens to overflow. You practically feel your heart beating right out of your chest as your mom’s words float around your head.

“I see where it comes from now.” The janitor’s deep voice comes from the right of you. When you pull your hands away to look at him, he’s holding out a steaming mug to you. Hesitantly, you take it. The color of the liquid is lighter in color and smells slightly floral. A mile’s difference from the last thing he shared with you.

“Where what comes from?” You mutter before bringing the cup to your lips. It’s hot but not unbearably so. The taste is gentle and has a touch of sweetness to it. It’s pleasant, and not something you were expecting.

“Your people-pleasing tendencies.” He leans against the half wall next to him as he eyes you.

“Please do enlighten me, as I’m not sure what you’re getting at.” You reply back in a monotone voice. You were tired in more ways than one. Slaving away at this project that you were only 80% done with. Staying late, lack of sleep, and now your mother calling. You were tired and you can’t mask anymore.

“Let me guess.” He raises his hand and taps a finger against his chin in thought. “Middle child. Your parents always apologized for what you lacked. Always felt like you had to put in extra effort to be seen and walking on eggshells so that when you are seen, no one pulls away. You’re starving for real, positive attention.” Again, none of his words come out malicious but they really sting. This man hardly knows you and yet he’s spreading your entire childhood out like it was nothing.

You’re tired.

“Yeah. Exactly that. And it’s infuriating. Not to drag on my sisters because they’re doing their best and they have the same parents I have but it’s like…” You take another sip of the honey liquid before continuing, feeling the heat of not only the tea but also anger burning in your chest. Your eyes drift back to the front window.

“I can’t stop myself from doing above and beyond on the off chance I might be liked and appreciated. I’m putting in all this hard work and still it doesn’t matter. I’m just so tired.”

The sun is all but gone and is replaced by the city lights that illuminate the indigo sky above. The janitor stays quiet through all of this as he takes in your words. You’ve never told anyone any of this before, and part of you feels liberated. The other part feels guilty for putting something so heavy on someone who probably doesn’t even care.

“So, what if it doesn’t matter? Why are you putting so many expectations on yourself? You’re just one person.” He stands up from the wall and walks around it so that he’s face to face with you. His arms are folded across his chest again as he eyes you warily before continuing.

“I spend everyday cleaning after you shits and no one sees that. And yet, what I do matters because otherwise this place would be a shithole. You do not have to bend over backwards so people can see your accomplishments, they still exist whether they see it or not. But, say they approve of your help, then what?”

“What do-” Your fingers grip tight on the handle of your mug.

“They say thank you for doing what they asked you to do, then what? Do you keep up with their demands?”

“If I have to.”

“And what do you gain from that outside of exhaustion?”

You want to lie so bad. You want to say that you get a lot of enjoyment from making others happy. That you gain happiness for making others smile because you did what they ask of you. But you realize that putting yourself out there for the sake of others is wearing you down. And you aren’t actually happy.

“I don’t.” Your voice cracks and when you blink next, your sight is blurry.

“That’s what I’m saying. You bend and you bend for these short bursts of attention but you don’t need it. The only thing that should matter to you is your wellbeing. The rest comes after.” His voice retains the same dryness as it had before, but there’s an unmistaken lilt of tenderness.

You look away from his gaze and wipe the corners of your eyes with the back of your hand as you take a shaky breath.

“Don’t take this the wrong way, but why do you care so much about me?” You offer him a small smile to hopefully deter any ill will that statement could bring up.

“Tch, don’t get me wrong, you’re still annoying. But, I can’t stand watching people tear themselves down for the sake of others. You’re here to live for yourself, not for them.” His steely eyes roll to the ceiling before landing back on you.

“Right. Well. I’ll keep that in mind.” You smile at him, a genuine one that squeezes your eyes closed. “Thank you for taking the time to talk to me, even if your words are a little rough.” He huffs at that then nods curtly, tapping his foot on the ground.

“On that note, I need to-“

“Will you stay with me?” Your words come out faster than you can stop yourself. A sudden burst of warmth blooms into your face. “I-I mean, if you want. I just have this pizza left and-“

“Do you want me to stay?” He stares hard at you as he reads your reaction. You have a feeling he’s testing you.

Do you want that?

Yes, you do.

“Please stay?”

He considers you for a moment before relaxing, his arms falling to his sides.

“Okay.”

Once again, you find yourself on the floor with the janitor, knees tucked into your chest as you’re lost in thought. He sits a few feet away, slowly chewing on a just heated up piece of pizza while he stares out into the night. Your eyes never leave his face, watching the way his long eyelashes tickle his cheekbones and the way his hair falls in his face. You notice the dark circles that bruise the underside of his eyes.

“Do you ever take time off?” You ask softly.

“I never needed to.”

“You look really tired.”

“That’s just my face.” You laugh at that and he gives you a side eye. He wasn’t expecting that from you.

“Where would you go if you ever took time off?” You ask despite the fact he might ignore you as he didn’t seem the type to indulge such stupid questions, but he surprises you.

“Home.” He says without skipping a beat.

“Home? Really? Are you not home that often that you miss it more or something?”

“It’s quiet and all of my things are there. Where else would I go?” He stares at you with a perturbed expression. His dry voice adds to his comment and you find it very endearing. You think you see his lip twitch, but it might have been your imagination.

“What about you?”

Leaning back on your hands, you stretch your legs out with a soft groan and stare out the window. By this time, it’s well into 9pm and you still have work to do. But with the janitor staring at you, you find yourself pushing the thought of work away for now.

“Don’t laugh. But I really want to experience a day in that park off of Centennial. I heard it’s really nice in the afternoon because of the trees and little river that cuts through it. I would love to just sit out on a blanket and draw for a bit.” You say wistfully. You can already feel the heat of the sun against your skin.

“You’re an artist?”

“Yeah, struggling and starving as most are. But I draw when I can.”

He hums softly. “That sounds like a good day.” He says, wiping his hands on the towel that was tied to his utility belt around his waist.

You beam over to him at that. You again think to yourself of why people don’t like him. He was blunt and a little tactless, but he was caring and empathetic. Something you wouldn’t see from the outside. You liked him for just being himself with you.

Realization dawns on you at what his words meant earlier. Just being you was enough. You matter.

“Thank you.” You say simply, a toothy grin pointed his way.

.

A month passes and you find yourself steadily settling more into your job. You haven’t seen the janitor much since that one night. When you got home after that conversation, you made a promise you would only do things that you wanted to do for the sake of yourself and not others. The next time your coworker came to you for help, you were able to put your foot down and tell them no. Your voice and hands shook the whole time, but since then you haven’t been bothered. Unfortunately, you helped your supervisor when asked but you are proud of the progress that you made with your boundaries.

And now, here you are on a blanket in Centennial Park on a Thursday, lying on your stomach with your sketchbook propped open in front as you pop grapes into your mouth. There’s dark charcoal smudged along the side of your hands but you can’t find yourself caring as you finish a hooded eye with a flourish. It’s a nice day with a light breeze that helps keep you cool and soft music flows through your ears from your earphones, quiet enough so that you can be aware of your surroundings.

You’ve been at the park for so long that you’re almost done with your drawing and you’re thinking you should have brought a book to read when something kicks your foot. It makes you jump and your head twists behind you to see who or what it was. You assume it’s a child that kicked their ball too far as that happened earlier, but instead you scrunch your eyes to make sense of the figure in front of you.

Your eyes trail up to find it's a man dressed in dark jeans and a t-shirt, with a pair of oversized headphones circling his neck and sunglasses covering his eyes. The shades are dark but you can only assume he’s staring down at you. In his hands are two hot to-go cups.

“Can I help you?” You ask up to the mystery man, not hiding the annoyance in your tone.

“So she does take a day off. It’s nice to see you away from the computer screen.” The voice is familiar and you find yourself scrambling up to your feet, staring at him hard. He’s the same height as you and you notice his lips are all too familiar. They’re the same ones belonging to the drawing you just finished.

“You’re the janitor! What are you doing here?” Your annoyance quickly changes into surprise.

“Took the day off and I’m meeting a friend.” He raises one of the cups which you assume must be his friend’s. “And you can just call me Levi, by the way.” He grumbles the last bit. You only now realize you never asked for his name in any of the interactions you’ve had with him. Your face flares in embarrassment.

“I- yeah. I’m sorry, that’s so rude of me to have never asked.” You tell him your name as well but he just nods.

“I know who you are, and it’s fine.” He shrugs, tone dry as ever.

“You know my name? But how?” You don’t remember telling him your name. Nor has he ever been around to hear it be said. You raise an eyebrow at him.

“You have a plaque on your desk.”

“Oh. Yeah, that’s fair.” You run a hand through your hair as you laugh at that. You don’t notice the way his eyes flicker from your sweet face to the sketch behind you on the ground. He huffs softly at that.

“Well, I can’t keep them waiting so. I guess I’ll see you when I see you.” He murmurs before turning on his heel in the opposite direction.

“Wait, Levi!” You yell, taking a few steps towards him. His head tilts back in your direction so that you see his blue-gray eyes side-eying you from behind his sunglasses.

“What?”

“Would you like to get some tea with me sometime?” You ask quickly. Your voice wavers slightly with anxiety as you shift uncomfortably from one foot to the other.

“Are you sure you don’t have other people’s work to complete first?” You laugh at that.

“No. I don’t think that will be a problem.” The sides of his mouth twitches.

“Then sure. Only if you bring your mom’s cookies again.” He raises his cup at you before turning his back to you and walking down the hill.

You sit back down with a grin, staring down at your finished sketch of Levi leaning against the doorframe of the break room.

Doing things for yourself has never felt so good.

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