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oh-koenig-my-koenig · 1 month

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comforting him

(cw: age gap 25/41; nightterrors, scars from injury, könig is having a shitty day, smoking, a bit of angst maybe, smut nsfw, mdni 18+)

the part before: going for a walk

It isn’t always fun and games, like the first time König had nightterrors while I was sleeping next to him.

The scream that woke me up. My disorientation until I knew what’s going on. His big body shaking next to mine. His arms trying to hold onto something. That something being me. And I talked to him, trying to get him grounded in reality again. Soft words, whatever came to mind.

After a while he calmed down, but he didn’t want to talk about it, which is… understandable.

And it happened again today, his pained shouts pulling me from my sleep. My smaller body hanging onto his bigger, trembling one, almost shoving me off me him when he snaps out of it.

I have to tell him at least five times that I’m okay, that he didn’t hurt me at all, that nothing happened to me. And even then, he doesn’t seem fully convinced.

We both don’t sleep the rest of the night. Just sitting in the living room, listening to music. I get up every time to change the vinyl or flip it to the B-side, then snuggling back into his lap.

He looks exhausted and I just want to take his discomfort away, but I don’t know how. So I just resort to softly stroking over his shoulders and back, calming him like that.

I try not to see the scars that adorn his body, cutting through the tattoos here and there. Sometimes destroying the motive that already was there. Sometimes seeming like they were worked into the design because they already were there before. My hands caress over his warm skin, trying not to linger too long in one spot. To not think about all the injuries, or about him going on another mission. Probably sooner than later.

He always holds me close to him when I sit on his lap. Just tonight it feels a little bit more like he’s holding onto me not the other way around. Not to slip away.

In the morning, I go to work, König slipping back under the covers while I get dressed.

"Get some more rest, hm?", I tell him, caressing over his cheek before giving it a little kiss. "If you can." I don't know what else to say.

He just looks so tired, dark circles under his eyes. For once looking his age – or even older.

He grabs my hand, pressing his lips to my knuckles, grunting softly instead of an answer. I press his fingers before slipping out of his hold and leaving the bedroom, quietly closing the door.

I drive myself to work, yawning a little more than usually while answering emails, getting myself an extra coffee. My mind coming back to him every so often, sighing. Remembering the panic on his face, the empty look in his eyes afterwards. Cut off, inwardly suffering, silent.

When I return home, looking to hug the big guy and give him a big kiss, ask him how he is doing, he is nowhere to be found.

"König?" I call out.

Where is he? I check all the rooms, kitchen and living room at first. There isn't a trace of him, no food cooking on the stove, his glasses set aside next to the book he's currently reading.

Mimi is sleeping on the couch, the little kitty basking in the sun that is falling in through the window.

I think for a moment, almost running upstairs, but no. He wouldn't be up there, he doesn't use the office and I can't hear the shower. So I head downstairs, to the home gym. Usually, he works out while I'm at work, already showered and fresh when I return. But I don't know where else he would be. He surely would have texted me if he had gone out.

I crack the door open a little, peaking my head in. And there he is, wrecking the punching bag that's hanging from the ceiling.

Thud thud thud.

Thwack.

His fists hitting the leather repeatedly, before smacking the palm into it.

The headset is sitting fast on his head, his hair loosely tied together. His shorts tight around his thighs, his muscle shirt sweaty like the rest of him. And I try to ignore how good he looks like that.

His movements come to a halt, seeing me in the corners of his eyes, only doing a half-turn in my direction.

"Hey, how are yo-", I start, but he interrupts me, pushing one of the headphones back.

"What?", he says, louder than necessary and the impatience in his voice startles me.

"I was just-", I repeat, but the look on his face shuts me up as he finally meets my gaze. I feel like I'm intruding, disturbing him when I shouldn't be, and for a moment I don't even know what to say. Startled.

He doesn’t say anything, just stares.

My mouth drops open, hoping the right words come out, but they don't. The way he looks at me... I can't deal with. The simmering anger, the arrogance the way his chin tilts up, the brows more furrowed than I've ever seen them before.

I shake my head, breaking the eye contact for a moment, just to get away from his stare. "Uh, just- I'm sorry for disturbing you.", I finally press out, slipping back, heading out the room again.

Before I turn around, I see the anger on his face dissipate into frustration and something else I can't put my finger on it.

I rush out the door and up to living room, pacing around until Mimi comes up to me, and I pick the kitty up. Snuggling the little furball. Contemplating if it might be better to pack up my stuff. Give him his space.

I shake my head. No, that would be shitty too. Running away because he has a shitty day.

I sigh. I feared that something like that might happen when I was hesitant to go stay with him. And it's not like he shouldn't be allowed to have shitty days. I just don't really know what to do about them. Yet.

I hear steps, heavy thuds on the stairs, coming to a halt, and I turn to look.

He just stands there, on the top stair, almost hitting his head on the staircase above. The headphones around his neck, his hair falling down into his face. Just looking at me, his arms hanging to his sides, his shoulders slumped down. The distance between us too great, but he doesn't dare come closer.

"I'm sorry, Liebes.", he says, his voice hoarse, the words quieter than I would have thought. Defeat and apology in his expression.

I just stand there, looking at him. I mean, I knew he had troubles. The self-imposed lonesomeness. And I'm not talking about staying home a lot, preferring to be by himself. The stuff about his work that he doesn't want to talk about. The nightterrors, just like today. I don't fully believe him when he says, he doesn't have them often.

The scowl on his face when he thinks I'm not looking. The simmering anger that's seemingly always there. Directed at himself rather than the people around him. Well, most of the time at least.

"It's okay.", I finally say.

He shakes his head, making a step forward, just a small one. "It's not." He sighs. "I'm usually better at hiding... it." Another step. "I'm not angry with you, I swear."

I sigh too. I knew that but apparently, I still needed to hear him say it. A soft sad smile stalks onto my face as I come closer until I'm standing before him.

"You shouldn't need to hide it.", I say, snuggling into his chest, pressing myself against him, still holding Mimi.

He closes his arms around me, embracing us both. He's sweaty, but I don't care right now. I need this closeness.

"You're here because I broke your bed, not to babysit a manchild.", he says flatly, but the edge in his words jabbing at himself is still obvious. And I don't want to point out the flaws in them. I’m not here because he broke my bed. This isn't at all what this is about, but he still seems to be in whatever spiral he was just moments ago.

"I'm not.", I answer. "Something is troubling you, that doesn't make you a child nor does me asking you about it make me a babysitter." He doesn't say anything, his arms only hugging me a little tighter. "So... You wanna talk about it?", I ask.

I can feel him hesitate and then shake his head. "No, I'm..." He breaks off. "I just have to deal with it, okay?" He softly strokes over my hair. "You don't need to worry about me."

"But I still do.", I say, softly, finally looking back up at him. I can't stand the defeated look on his face. He averts his eyes, hugging me closer.

And we just stand here in the living room. The three of us in a hug, only our soft breaths cutting through the silence.

Before he breaks it. "I actually got the information on the next mission.", he says, his voice steadier now.

I perk up. "And?"

"I'm leaving next week.", he answers.

I swallow, hard. "Which day?", I want to know, so I can count the days.

"Wednesday." So six days, including today. Shit.

"Okay." I press myself into him, Mimi still in between, and she meows. Tearing me from my dwindling thoughts.

"Oh, I'm sorry, baby.", I coo, pressing a kiss to her head, and she meows again, freeing herself from my hold, jumping down to the floor.

He takes the chance to pull me flush against him. "Me too.", he mumbles into my hair.

My arms wrap around his waist, my hands stroking down his back. Hugging him back, thinking about what to do.

If he doesn't wanna talk about it, then maybe a distraction will help ease his mind. Or at least take his mind off things. And mine too, now that I know he’ll be leaving.

"Some, uh, friends of mine asked if I wanna go out for some drinks.", I start. "We could join them if you want to." The tips of my fingers brushing over his lower back. "We can also stay home, of course, you know – whatever you prefer. But they actually wanted to go to the pub where we met." I smile up at him, remembering that moment when he got my attention with a simple compliment of my bandshirt.

"That..." He hesitates, but returns the smile then, although meekly. "That actually sounds like a good idea."

I get onto my tiptoes to finally get the kiss I came looking for earlier. He meets me halfway, kissing me, and the way his lips feel against mine sets me a little more at ease.

"Shower first?", he says then, his eyes intently on mine.

"Yes, stinky.", I quip which makes him laugh a little before I pull him with me up the stairs.

I hear him sigh behind me, a deep defeated tone, and I stop in my tracks again, but he just lifts me and carries me to the bathroom.

After the shower he looks refreshed, in a fresh band shirt and his favorite pair of cargo pants. Smelling like his usual shampoo, and he even put on a little bit of aftershave.

He's looking a bit more like himself. Especially when he puts on his leatherjacket, flicking his hair back with a trained move of his arm, so it isn't stuck in the collar, but falls down his shoulders.

The frown on his face is still a little more etched in than usually. It lightens up a bit when we sing along to Slipknot's "Before I forget" on the drive to the pub, and even more so when we join my friends there.

After the general introductions we get some drinks and settle down at the table. My hand in his, underneath the tabletop.

"Can I try? Just a sip." He points at my drink, an orangy-red liquid, more sweet than sour.

I pull one eyebrow up. "Sure, but I'm not sure you're gonna like it."

But he already took my glass and gulps half of it down.

My jaw drops. "You said just a sip!", I complain, loudly.

He smiles at me, a lop-sided apology, the smile that never lets me be mad at him, before his face contorts into a grimace. "You were right, I don't like it.", he comments.

The nerve. He sees my exasperated expression and laughs. His big hand grabs the back of my head and he pulls me in to press a big kiss to my cheek, and the public display of affection makes the butterflies in my stomach flutter and my exaggerated exasperation disappear.

"I'll buy you a new one, okay?", he says, pulling away, getting up and heading to the bar.

I shake my head, rolling my eyes, unable to keep the grin off my face. Looking after him, my eyes are panning from his broad shoulders down his back until they land on his tight ass as his hips sway. Blatantly ogling him, but I can't help it.

Robin’s hand on my forearms pulls my attention to them, and they start to tell me about their newest obsession: little, tiny octopuses. They’re showing me pictures and videos of the cute and small creatures when König gets back. He sets the new drink onto the table in front of me, I glance at him, mouthing 'thank you'. And he just winks.

It doesn't take long until he joins the conversation with the younger guys at the table which quickly turns into a trip to the billiard table. And my friends come in all shapes and sizes, still König towers over all of them. His tall stature bending down over the side of the table to line up the ball, sinking it in the right hole with precision. He is an insertion specialist after all.

Robin and I are laughing and giggling, making the stupid jokes we always do, and I’ve almost forgotten about the troubles today, getting myself another drink.

I look over to the guys again and König’s talking to Dan. Bits and pieces I pick up are telling me that they're talking about some soccer teams and matches. I grin to myself because I know how glad Dan must be that he finally got someone around who's interested in that, because none of us are.

He catches me staring at him, the corner of his mouth tipping up in a smirk. I blow him a little kiss before I take my jacket and head out the front door for a smoke.

Moments later, the door behind me croaks and I turn around. The big guy is standing in the entryway, the slightest hint of a smile on his lips.

“You smoke?” His deep voice fills the silence of the breezy night.

I sigh, juggling the bag of tobacco, rolling papers and filters in my hands. “Used to, but sometimes when I’m out with friends… or stressed… I still go for a smoke.”, I answer, a wry apologetic smile stalking onto my face.

He nods like he understands, putting his hand in his pocket, leaning beside me on the wall. A simple gesture, but when it comes to him, I find even the most minute of movements hot.

“Me too, especially when I’m at work… or having one of those days. Like today.”, he says, the smile turning lop-sided, and after a pause adds: “So… Can I have one as well?”

I chuckle, hiding my slight surprise. “Sure. Should I or do you know how to roll one?”, I ask in return.

His extended hand, the palm turned up, and a little tilt of his head are his only answer. I hand him a filter and a rolling paper with some tobacco, getting myself the same items before I put the tobacco baggie back into my purse.

When I turn to him again, my attention gets pulled in by his hands that softly take the little paper, putting the filter on the right side, pushing some of the tobacco in. Taking it between his middlefingers and thumbs, rolling it up in a swift trained motion. The ease with which he does it is impressive, even more so considering how tiny the cigarette is compared to his hands.

Then he lifts it to his mouth, his tongue darting out, licking over the paper in one swift go, to make it stick.

My eyes go wide, my breath halts in my throat, and I have to remember myself that I need to breathe.

He sees my expression which pulls a laugh from him. “Never thought you’d be jealous of a cigarette, hm?”

That pulls me from my trance, I laugh and playfully smack his arm. “Oh, stop it.” I shoot him a look, my eyes sparkling at him while I tease: “I know, I’ll be getting that as soon as we come home.”

He lights his cigarette with the zippo he always carries in the right outer pocket of his cargo pants, taking a drag and blowing the smoke into the air. “Don’t you know it.”, he says, the devilish smirk coming out. His hand drops down, pinching my butt playfully, and I yelp a little bit, almost dropping my unrolled cigarette.

“König!” But he just grins down at me.

Then I finally manage to roll it, stick the filter end between my lips and search for my lighter.

“Here, let me.”, he says, holding out the zippo in front of my face, the clank of metal and then the familiar snap, before a little flame burns at the top.

I shoot him a thankful look and lean forward until the flame catches on and the cigarette burns. I take the first drag, inhaling it deeply.

He puts the lighter away again, and I fall against him, resting my head against his chest while his arm drops around me, pulling me into him. Sharing this moment together while we smoke our cigarettes.

“To think that this all started because I complimented you on your shirt…”, he says, seeming a little bit caught up.

I laugh, the light sound getting carried away into the quiet night sky. “Is a little crazy, right?”

He sighs. “Yeah.”

We fall silent, puffs of smoke inhaled and exhaled. Soft noises from inside the bar making it less quiet. The air around us is thick with things we don’t say.

I think, I like you more than I ever thought I would.

I might even be falling in love with you.

And that scares me.

We excuse ourselves a little early because honestly, I'm tired from not having slept all that much tonight, and the few drinks I had made me a little tipsy. And he kind of promised to eat me out when we get home.

We get to the car and – as so often – he opens the door for me. I smile at him and climb into the seat, but he steals another kiss. One that has me panting a little harder. He pulls away and rounds the car to get into the driver side.

I sit back, turning on the music as he starts driving.

Looking at him. The streetlamps light up his face every so often, casting the one side in shadows.

Wondering what might be going on in his head, the stoic expression not giving anything away.

Whatever went on in his mind today seems forgotten about, he seems like his usual self again. But maybe he’s just hiding it? Or it helped going outside for once, and I ask myself if maybe the time we first met, he also went out to distract himself.

And I don’t even know why, but my heart starts hurting a bit.

How is it like when he is alone at home? Does he talk to nobody?

“What is it?”, he asks, not taking his eyes off the road.

I look away and shake my head. “Nothing.”

“I’ve been around long enough to know that it’s never nothing.”, he says with a little sigh, an understanding smile on his face.

“Just thinking.”, I say plainly.

The smile gets a little wider. “Hmm, thinking, that’s a dangerous thing.”, he says, sounding earnest and joking at the same time.

The corners of my mouth tilt up, of their own volition. “It is.”

His hand lands on my thigh, squeezing it, and the little gesture soothes me. Pushing the thoughts away as I relax into the leather seat.

His thumb grazes over the sensitive inside of my thigh, and I shoot him a look. The small grin is the only hint that he’s doing it on purpose, only getting wider as he brushes further up until his hand is between my thighs. My fingers clasp over his, but I don’t pull them away. Shamelessly grinding against the palm, relishing the delicious friction and paying him back for his cheeky move. Now it's his turn to shoot me a look.

The sleepiness is almost forgotten about, and the slight tipsiness does nothing but make me even hotter and hornier.

Parking the Mercedes at his usual spot in the garage, he cuts off the engine and I jump out the car before he can even get out and open the door for me.

I take a few steps back, biting my lip, trying to hide the grin that stalks onto my face as he makes his way around the car. His gaze is on me, looking at me from under his brows, unbridled desire in his eyes.

His broad shoulders seem even wider with his signature leatherjacket, his hair moves, the long strands falling down his shoulders, while he comes closer with long strides until his boots bump into my converse and his arms close around me. He almost towers over me, leaning me back in his embrace. His lips crash into mine while my hands grab him, trying to get even closer to him.

We don't say anything, but I can feel the simmering intensity as he deepens the kiss and picks me up, making the last few steps into the house. My legs close around his waist when he pushes through the door, and we're both not breaking the kiss, desperate for more.

I think back to the first time we hooked up, how he carried me upstairs to my flat. How the anticipation and excitement simmered in my veins back then, and his touches still consume me and make me wanna devour him, but it has become so familiar at the same time. How his fingers press into my thighs, grabbing the soft pillows. How his nose nudges against mine when we kiss. How he swallows up the soft noises I make, tasting every single one of them. His chest against mine, the plane of muscles warm and pillowy.

His scent, his taste. How the long strands of his hair feel as I run my fingers through them.

He sets me down on the dresser in the hallway, pulling my shoes off, kicking his boots away and getting rid of the leatherjacket. He doesn't have to say it, I know what he wants, and pop the button on my pants, lower the zipper. His hands grab the waistband, helping me get it off. My pants and panties fall to the floor before he drops to his knees, his eyes fixed on my pussy as he spreads my legs and places them over his broad shoulders.

He pushes his hair out of his face and dives in, his mouth pressing against my lips, and I moan as his tongue darts out and licks me for the first time.

My hands hold onto the surface beneath me, my body slumping back into the wall, the sensation of the cold brick against my shoulders,while he starts to eat me out. Soft groans and mewls drop from his lips, getting lost in the slick and warmth. His lids are closed, his lashes adorning his cheeks, seeming almost solemn. The stern expression he usually wears on his face nowhere to be found, the frustration that was plaguing him today slowly dissipated throughout the evening and I can't find any of it left in his eyes when he looks up at me. Finding mine, holding the gaze.

His nose is buried in the soft curls as his mouth closes around my clit, sucking, licking over it with his flat tongue, coaxing moan after moan from me.

My hands dart out, the one grabbing his fingers that press into my thigh, the other caressing down the side of his face.

"Fuck, can't get enough of you.", he breathes, licking me again. Lapping up the wetness, desperately tasting me.

My eyes turn up, breaking the eye contact, my thighs are starting to shake and I come on his tongue. His hands are steadying me, so I don't fall off the dresser, my body writhing, my head pressing against the hard wall behind me. My moans resound in the small space around us, the stimulation making me lose my mind.

He doesn't stop until I grab his hair, pulling him up to me. He grunts, reluctantly breaking away from my pussy, capturing my mouth in a searing kiss that I answer with the same frenzy. Tasting myself on his lips.

He hastily unbuckles his belt, freeing his erection that has been straining against the zipper, hard, the tip smeared with pre-cum. Breaking the kiss to look down between our bodies. He grabs himself by the base, slowly dragging it over my pussy. Finding the entrance and dipping into the wetness.

His eyes are intently on mine, my mouth falling open as he stretches me, my eyebrows turning up. His jaw drops, his expression mirroring mine.

He's so close, our panting breaths intermingling. A choked moan rising up my throat when he fills me, the tip pressing up against my cervix.

My legs close around his waist, pulling him closer. He lifts me off the dresser, but we don't get far as he presses me up against the wall, steadying me with his arms. Fucking into me, his hips pushing forward.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck.", he curses, the desperation in his voice sending a pang of need between my thighs.

I hold onto his shoulders, my back pressed against the wall behind me, meeting his movements.

"So tight, Liebes.", he grunts. "Driving me crazy."

A little laugh shakes me before him bottoming me out makes me moan again. "What should I say, huh?", I shoot back, teasing him.

He halts and captures my face between his thumb and pointer. "Oh, but you always take me so well.", he tells me, knowing what those words do to me. And they don’t miss their impact.

I shake my head, trying to ignore the tingle running down my spine. “Fitting together like two puzzle pieces.”, I joke, which pulls a deep hearty laugh from his throat.

“Well put.”, he says, with a twinkle in his eyes.

He hoists me up again, making our way to the bedroom. His dick moving inside me with every single one of his steps, and I sigh as I snuggle into the crook of his neck.

He slips out of me and almost throws me down into the mattress, quickly getting off his clothes, and I pull my shirt above my head, fully naked now. I lie down, my belly against the sheets.

The mattress dips down as he drapes his body over me, his warm skin against mine. I look back at him, propping myself up on my forearms. Inviting him in, and the hurry drops away again.

He brushes my hair out the way, looking into my eyes, as his dick slides between my thighs. My mouth falls open, little panting breaths dropping from my lips, when he drags him himself back and forth, his length pressing against my slick pussy.

He slips into me, filling me up again, and I relish the feeling, familiar but still intense every time. He pulls me up, his hand grabbing the back of my head, kissing me. His lips softly against mine as he backs off and presses into me again. Slowly, savouring how I take every inch, until he's fully seated inside me. Rolling his hips, almost lazily.

Soft, so soft.

“Feels so good.”, I mumble into the kiss, thrusting my ass back, meeting his languid strokes.

Losing myself in the hazy pleasure, the slow and sweet fuck. Moving in unison until his hips are rutting forward, stuttering, as he loses the rhythm. Still kissing me while he comes inside me.

"Ngh, Liebes...", he grunts against my lips, pushing in one last time, slumping down on me, and I feel his weight on me for a moment.

I cradle his face, my thumb coasting over his jaw, wiping away a drop of sweat. His panting breaths fill the room, and I can't help but smile. Pressing another kiss to his lips, a small sweet one.

It seems to stir him awake and he doesn't stay slumped over me, propping himself up on his hands again, smirking down at me.

He pushes into me again, my mouth shaping into an O, my eyebrows turning up, and I can feel the wetness seep out of me as his dick fills me up again.

The question on my face must be clear when I crane my neck to look up at him.

"Didn't think it was over, did you?", he drawls, starting to fuck me harder. "You can give me one more, Hexe."

"Oh fuck.", I mumble as his hips snap forward, colliding with my ass. I hold onto his arm, steadying myself, my nails burying into his muscly forearms.

I remember how he was careful with me at first, afraid to break me. How he doesn't have such reservations anymore. Thrusting into me at an almost punishing pace. Trusting that I would use my safeword if it in fact was too much.

And I remember how I imagined how fucking him must be before we did it for the first time, and how it compares to reality.

Me splayed out on the bed, my front to the mattress. Him kneeling over me, his knees framing my ass as he's buried balls deep in my pussy.

Grabbing my hips, positioning me to fuck me even deeper. Sliding in and out of me, bottoming me out which pulls whimpers from me every time. Making me lose my mind quickly.

His hair whipping back and forth when his hips snap forward, his groin pressing up against the soft pillows of my ass repeatedly.

“Good girl, oh fuck.”, he praises me. “Taking me so well…” He lets go of me, his hand coming down on my butt, and I cry out at the sting.

Alternating between my left and right cheek, reddening the skin with every slap.

My hands are fisting the sheets beneath me, and my eyes are rolling back, lewd sounds getting pulled from my throat, as he plunges his dick into me again and again.

"Fuck, König...", I sigh, his name getting swallowed up when my face gets pushed into the sheets again.

"Say it again.", he grunts, but the hard thrusts of his hips unintentionally shut me up as he leans forward again, pressing me into the mattress. "Need to hear you say it, Liebes."

And I do say his name as I come once again, the sounds turning into uncontrollable moans, and he is not stopping until I'm a writhing shivering mess beneath him and he is pressing sweet kisses to my face again.

He pulls me with him as he rolls off me, bringing my body close to his until I'm draped over him. Basking in the afterglow, pressing myself up against his warm chest, our heavy breaths intermingling.

I remember how we joked about him keeping up, him making a comment about how I should be concerned to keep up with him, and most of the time he's right, but seeing him a little out of breath after we just had sex. Just like right now. It makes me feel all kinds of things. Deliciously dirty and heartwarmingly fluffy ones.

"Fuck, I'm sorry, I'm feeling so sleepy.", I mumble into a yawn. The sleepiness caught up and is taking over me now.

He pulls me closer, pressing a kiss to my temple, his arms engulfing me. "That's okay, Liebes, just sleep.", he whispers, and I close my eyes, pressing my cheek to his pillowy chest.

"G'night..."

"Gute Nacht."

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boydepartment · 11 months

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Hello! I was wondering if I could request something soft and sweet with riki. I'm so soft for him always atm. Like maybe a warm lazy afternoon nap where you gently push back his hair from his face careful not to wake him and you run your fingers over his eyebrow and press a kiss there and then you gently brush your knuckles across his cheek and press a kiss there too and of course you can't resist his cute little nose so you press a kiss there too and when you pull back riki's eyes are still closed but he's smiling and you belatedly realize he's been awake the whole time 😖😖😖😖

Maybe riki teases you or maybe he quietly lies there as the tips of his ears pinken. Maybe he opens his eyes when you call him out and pulls you in for a kiss. Maybe he keeps his eyes closed and simply mutters a 'you missed a spot' meaning you better kiss those pink pouty lips of his or you'll be sorry. Maybe you're ~just~ friends toeing a blurry line.

Honestly you can write whatever you want I just need sweet tender moments with riki 🥺😭🥺😭🥺😭🥺

I LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE THIS!!!! 💓💓💓💓💓 THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR REQUESTING I LOVE U SM

RIKI SHUT UP- Nishimura Riki x Gn! Reader

warnings: like one joke of throwing urself off a highway lol

wc- 900

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It was a really hot summer afternoon, the kind of afternoon where the bugs outside sounded like powerlines and you didn’t need a blanket to have a nice nap basked in warmth. That is where you and your best friend found yourselves. You woke up a little while ago and let yourself relax in this peaceful atmosphere. As much as you wanted to- you stopped yourself from looking at your friend next to you. He was still peacefully sleeping; you could hear his soft snores. It had been a long week for him so getting this rest in, even if he didn’t want to- was vital.

Now who was sleeping next to you? Right, your best friend. Nishimura Riki. Your relationship has definitely crossed to a territory that has you questioning what you were. You both would do things that couples do all the time, of course not publicly. Your activities included, baking together, holding hands at random points, cuddling and watching movies, and lastly an abundance of staring at each other for way too long. It got to the point where your heart knew you were in love with him, but your brain did not want to accept it. I mean how embarrassing is it to ask, “what are we?” Especially because what if he just thought it was normal friend things. You gripped your hair and rubbed your eyes.

Finally giving in- you looked at him…

Your brain clicked and agreed instantaneously with your heart.

Riki was still sleeping, the sun hitting the back of your wall now letting the light bounce off and onto him. He looked like he truly didn’t have a care in the world, he looked like his brain finally was relaxing. He always works so hard so seeing him this peaceful made your heart so happy.

His hair perfectly fell in front of his eyes- as cliché as it was. His mouth slightly agape as he breathed. Riki was truly beautiful, you’d never tell him that though. Without thinking your hand brushed through his hair. It was a little damaged due to the heavy bleaching but it’s not like you minded. You told him he should start sleeping in a bonnet, but he only agreed if you guys got matching ones. You of course agreed and bought a set on amazon.

“You’re so pretty…” You mumbled ever so quietly. Surprisingly… he didn’t wake up even with your hands brushing through his hair. Your fingers then rubbed his eyebrows. Your heart smiled as he nudged his face in your hand.

“What am I going to do…” You whispered to yourself. Your eyes studied his face like you didn’t know it like the back of your hand. Every mole, smile line, acne spots, everything. Your fingers lined his face more and he stayed sleeping. You found yourself giving him a kiss on his forehead. This wasn’t unheard of in your weird “platonic” friendship. He did this to you all the time to tease you. You went from his forehead to his nose. When you pulled away you saw him grinning widely like some psycho.

“WHAT THE HELL!?” You pushed him and he practically got halfway shoved off the bed.

“HEY!” He moved his body back on the bed and got way too close to you like when he was obsessed with that stupid dance on tiktok.

Your face felt like someone poured lava on it, “YOU WERE ASLEEP!”

“Um no I wasn’t obviously.” Riki threw his head back and started laughing.

“WELL! WELL! When did you wake up!?” You didn’t even want to look at him.

Suddenly he started giggling, “I woke up before you, then pretended to be asleep.”

Your jaw was on the floor. You felt immensely embarrassed, and you wanted to genuinely throw yourself on a highway.

“Sooooo you think I’m pretty?” He asked and poked you. You jumped and glared at him.

“No-“

“Oh what ever shall you do-“

“RIKI SHUT UP!” You started laughing as he started poking you more.

You kept laughing until you couldn’t anymore, you settled down and you were both left facing each other.

“For the record, I think you’re really pretty too.”

Your brows furrowed and you scoffed a bit, “your job leaves you with seeing really hot people everyday- I don’t think I meet their level of attractiveness.”

Riki suddenly sat up, “WHAT IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?”

“DUDE, you are literally an idol, you are surrounded by idols like all the time. I am not an attractive idol. Cause shocker I am not an idol.” You spoke as if you were explaining why 2+2=4.

Riki looked down at you, “like that matters, I like being around YOU, I think YOU are pretty. I LIKE YOU!”

Suddenly the air shifted, and he looked like he just farted in church.

“You like me?” You sat up now. Riki looked at you and took a deep breath, he looked like he was contemplating. You watched as he nodded.

“I do like y-“

“ilikeyoutoo!” You said quickly, not wasting another second. His face lit up and he grinned just like he did when you “woke” him up.

“Okay now pretend to be asleep so I can kiss you all over your pretty face but then you ‘wake’ up and then we tease-“

“OKAY OKAY I GET IT!” At that, you pretended to fall asleep and he fulfilled his promise of kissing you all over your face.

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monster-disaster · 10 months

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[orc] Rakar Iron - 1/3

orc!Rakar Iron x human!Reader - 1/3 Good to know: there will be no smut in Rakar's story

Summary: You move back to Ironridge, and Rakar is there to help you.

The sun is bright and warm at the top of the clear blue sky. White clouds linger above the forest surrounding Ironridge. Lush trees and dark evergreens bask under the sunlight. Your hometown barely changed since you packed your things and moved to the city. The tall mountains welcome you with familiarity and comfort. The main street is as loud and busy with the park and market in the center as every Saturday. You recognize the bakery at the corner and your favorite coffee shop on the other side of the park. Your mind fills with memories, and you can't help but smile. Even after finding a job in the city and almost marrying the wrong guy, Ironridge still feels like home.

Rakar is already waiting for you when you arrive. He stands tall and broad on the terrace of his house. The black jeans he wears stretch on his muscular legs, and the matching shirt barely hide the tattoos all over his light green skin. The sides of his head are shaved with a long braid in the middle. His smile is crooked and boyish because of the one tusk that broke in half when he first got his motorcycle. The other one glints with a gold hoop around the base.

You met the orc when you were kids, and he cried after his mother on the first day in kindergarten. You comforted him, and he has been a part of your life ever since. You were there when he was a clingy little boy with a high voice and too much mischief. You watched him go through his lanky teenage years when his limbs were too long, and his heart was too vulnerable. You supported him when he found his passion for bikes and cars and got his first job in a mechanic shop.

"Oh, look, a stranger!" He is at your door with a few long steps. His arms curl around your torso the moment you step out of the car. His embrace is warm and steady. "You saw me at my family's Christmas party," you roll your eyes. Your words are muffled by his shoulder. "When you had a fiancé and a job." A grimace contorts your face as you step back from his hug. "Don't even remind me." "Well, I'm happy you are home again. I missed you." "Thank you again for letting me stay," you say while watching him take out your things from the backseat. "Moving back to my parents would be too awkward." Rakar laughs. "Yeah, your mother teaches yoga in your room." "I know. I had to sleep on the mats when I came home to visit." The young orc's laugh gets louder. His voice booms in the quiet neighborhood. "They must be happy you are back." "They don't even try to hide it." Your dad didn't even try to hide his happiness when you told him about your breakup. They always imagined you would end up with Rakar.

Ridiculous. Right?

Right?

In your mind, your best friend is still a too-tall, too-clumsy teenager, so whenever you see him as a young man, he is now a shock to your system. He is not as broad as his brothers but tall and lean with muscles and strength.

He takes your bags inside the house with ease while you follow him upstairs to the guest room. "This is your room," he says, dropping everything on the bed. "You can do whatever you want with it." "You know I don't plan to stay for long," you tell him, looking over the white walls and matching furniture. Rakar shrugs. "You stay as long as you want to." The orc missed you much more than you think. When you told him you planned to move back to town after your breakup, he was too happy. "Thank you." "I will let you rest a bit," he says. "I thought we could watch a movie and eat pizza later? Like we used to." "It sounds great, Rakar."

Moving back to your hometown is easier than you thought it would. Your parents are happy you are close to them again, and the others welcome you with open arms. You get your job back in the restaurant where you worked as a teenager. It's a huge step back in your career, but you don't feel so bad about it. You liked working there back then, and surprisingly, you still enjoy it.

"What can I get you?" You ask the tall orc sitting next to the window. He looks almost comical at the small table in his motorbike gear with the pretty, vintage decorations around him. "What do you have?" He grins. "I have a menu," you roll your eyes in answer, pushing the thin book in front of him. The corners of your lips twitch at his obvious amusement. "Charlie!" Rakar shouts after you before you can disappear into the kitchen. When you turn back, his grin widens. "What about drinks?"

Seeing you in the dark jeans and the bright pink shirt with the restaurant's logo on it reminds him of the days when your hair was dyed purple and your braces matched in color, and he came in to eat every day just to spend some time with you.

You and Rakar fall into a comfortable rhythm as you learn how to live with each other.

"So, it's like a gang?" You ask, smirking. You already know the answer. His cheeks darken. "Not in a bad way, you know? We just like bikes and…" He shrugs. Of course, it's not a gang. Rakar is a good boy. Always have been. You can't imagine him going around town and causing trouble. His brothers would kill him so their ma wouldn't have to. "I'm happy you found friends," you tell him. "They sound great."

You sit on the ground in the mechanic shop where he works. The garage door is wide open, letting in the warm summer breeze. It mixes with the scent of oil and metal that linger all around the place.

"Thanks for bringing dinner," he says, lifting the empty plastic container off his lap. He sits in front of you. His back is against the car he is currently working on. You wave him off. "This is the least I can do." Rakar wants to argue but decides against it. You have to do nothing to show your gratitude.

Rakar is just happy you are back.

The poor man has been in love with you since you left for the city, and he had to face the fact that he missed you much more than a best friend. Then, he had to watch you build your life without him. You found a job in an office and fell in love with another man. When you told him about your engagement, he was brokenhearted. He wanted to be the reason for your happiness but kept quiet instead.

And he is still quiet about it.

He has no idea what you would say, and he can't risk your friendship because of his feelings. Maybe it would be too soon. Or maybe, you don't see more in him than a friend.

"What are we watching?" You ask him one night. Rakar is already on the couch with a bowl of popcorn on his lap. The orc shakes his head. "Something about robots ruling the world." "It sounds… surprisingly boring." Rakar laughs and lets you adjust yourself in the free space next to him. His body is warm and hard next to you. "It is."

A comfortable silence falls over you, and soon, the sound of the TV turns into a background noise while both of you fall asleep in the dark living room.

When you wake up, you are lying on the couch with Rakar on top of you. A new movie plays on the TV, and the scent of popcorn still lingers in the air. You need a few seconds to recognize the weight on you as your friend. His arms are at your sides, gripping the soft fabric of your shirt. His head rests on your chest, nuzzling deeper into your cleavage. His warm breath fans over your nipple, and his thick hair tickles the curve of your neck.

Heat creeps up on your cheeks, and a shiver runs through your body as your nipples harden into small peaks under your shirt.

O-oh.

For long minutes, you are not sure what you should do. Wake him up? Let him sleep? Get up somehow? The last option is impossible. You can barely move with his weight on top of you.

You can feel Rakar moving and snuggling closer, making you forget how to breathe while you think through your options again. You could act like you are asleep. Maybe it would be the best. Just avoid the awkwardness. But before you can decide and close your eyes, the orc lifts his head and stare into your eyes silently. His dark eyes glint in the light of the TV. Your heart thuds against your ribs, and you are sure he can feel it too. "Rakar?" You find your voice after a while, but his name is barely louder than a weak whisper.

He says nothing. He just leans closer and presses his lips to yours.

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rosaline-black · 1 year

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AAAH LET ME THINK LET ME THINK

can we have eddie beings jealous of reader with steve? Like they're together but he feels insecure 'cause r and steve are really close and they know each other longer, like steve knows her better and eddie feels like a bad bf (BUT HE'S NOT 😩), also more angst with eddie finding out that steve and r had a thing in the past 🤭🤭 (all ends well of course)

I understand if you don't want to write this one, it's a clichê lmao

Love ya!

ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇꜱᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ - ᴇᴅᴅɪᴇ ᴍᴜɴꜱᴏɴ

Category: Eddie Munson X Fem!Reader

Word count: 1.5k

Warnings: Eddie hating himself. Shameless fluff as always :)

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His hand being on the small of your back shouldn't bother Eddie. You've known Steve a lot longer than you've known him, growing up beside one another. The both of you were each other's first friends in elementary school, first prom date in middle school and even graduated alongside each other. You were family, not in any way romantic. Well, that's at least what Eddie kept repeating in his head.

Steve Harrington was perfect for you in theory. He knew the most about you, your family adored him, and he had that easy-going thing about him chicks seemed to dig. Yet you ended up with Eddie.

He knew you loved him, everything about you told him that you did. Yet Eddie couldn't help but feel guilt with every sweet nothing you whispered. Did he deserve you? The prettiest girl in all of Hawkins ended up with the big bad wolf. It was something of a Grimm fairy tale to the towns folk. The princess being stolen away by the evil thug. Was Steve supposed to be your knight in shining armour? You were the sun and Eddie was the thunderstorm people duck and cover from.

"Dude they're just friends chill... you're clenching that can of beer so hard it's gonna explode..."

Henderson managed to pull Eddie from his self-pitying reverie, finally being present at Mike Wheeler's birthday party. His eyes went back to you and he noticed you had now flitted away from Steve, making your rounds towards Nancy and Jonathan who were perched in the adjacent corner of the Wheeler's living room. His relief was only followed by more guilt.

"I know Henderson..." Eddie spat, the crease in his brow proving he still couldn't throw his mind out of that petty jealous space.

"C'mon Eddie cheer up... why don't you go grab your princess... she just finished up with Nancy..."

Ever the schemer Eddie simply rolled his eyes at Dustin's poor attempt at pulling the two of you together. Before his jealous mind could sulk, Eddie forced himself to his feet making a beeline towards the girl who had turned his life upside down in all the best ways. Not in the creepy alien way.

His large hands splayed along your waist before you could turn around. That resigned sigh of relaxation left your lips and just for a moment, Eddie felt as though he had been the one to grant you safety. He could be your solace.

“Hey, sweetheart... busy being a social butterfly huh?"

You swivelled in his arms so you could catch a glimpse of his sweet face "You know it... Steve told me the funniest story about this guy coming into family video and asking if they sold adult movies... I mean how wild is that?"

Eddie just managed to hide the grimace that crossed his face at the mention of Harrington. He finally catches you alone and that's the first thing you say. He hates how jealous he sounds, but he just can't help it. Suddenly Eddie feels like the beast again, the freak everyone would throw tomatoes at as he remained stuck in the stocks. Meanwhile, the princess gets whisked away by the prince with the unusually high hair and-

"Earth to Eddie? Is anyone in there... you looked far away..."

So caught up in his neverendingly bleak thoughts, Eddie failed to spot you clicking your fingers in front of his face.

"Sorry yeah, I'm just... thinking about the next campaign..."

"Oooo very exciting wanna tell me about it?"

Eddie shakes his head before burying his head in your neck and basking in your scent. Who knew how long he would get to do this until you finally came to your senses?

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The next time Eddie felt unnecessarily jealous of Steve Harrington, the three of you and Robin sat in a booth at Bob's diner. Various desserts and portions of fries lay across the table, Eddie's arm was around your shoulder and the conversation was flowing nicely. That was until the topic of milkshakes came up.

"Strawberry milkshake on me sweetheart?"

"Oh she doesn't like strawberry..." Steve mentions it so casually, to anyone else they would think you were a couple. Eddies fist clenches.

"You don't?"

His eyes meet yours and you look up oblivious to the way his heart sinks at this menial information. He was your boyfriend. He should know all the little fine details about you, including what your favourite milkshake flavour is.

"I prefer vanilla... but I'd share a strawberry one with you..." Your eyes practically love hearts as you press a gentle kiss to eddies nose. Both of you ignore Robin's fake puking noises.

As much as your loving eyes are singing to his soul, swaying him to give into your adoration, that inkling of doubt sings even louder. Pulling from you, eddies eyes shoot away "I'll go grab you a vanilla one..."

His voice had never been so quiet. This time you notice.

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The third time jealousy overruns Eddies better judgment, the both of you are sprawled out on his sofa. His head is in your lap, and your fingers are nicking all individual curls, unravelling and divining them. You're mainly using the excuse to just touch him since recently he had been pulling away.

You thought maybe you'd been imagining things at the party when he pouted on the car journey home, and when at the diner he shut down after the milkshake debacle. Maybe he was just tired? But you were clearly wrong in your assumptions.

Ever since that day Eddie seemed busier. Always preparing for a hellfire meeting or having some unexpected deal he had to run to, usually resulting in your plans getting postponed. Hell, today you'd practically had to beg to get him to spend an afternoon with you. It was starting to hurt.

It was only when you mentioned Steve while playing with his hair did everything sort of click in your brain. Was he... jealous? He physically recoiled just at the mention of your best friend's name.

"What's that face for?"

Eddie sat himself up turning to you but refusing to meet your eye. That smile he reserved solely for lying spread across his face and he spoke "What face?"

"You looked about ready to puke when I mentioned Steve, is something wrong?"

At this point Eddie had completely removed himself from the sofa, getting to his feet and turning his back to you. You wanted to cry. The both of you allowed silence to steam up the room, neither brave enough to speak. You volunteered.

"Have I done something wrong? Please, Eddie... I can feel you pulling away..."

"I'm not..." he noticed how his voice raised and he turned to you, hating how your brows were scrunched together "I'm not pulling away sweetheart I promise..."

To you, this wasn't a good enough answer. Eddie was an awful liar, his mouth was curved and his eyes were looking at you but not really looking at you.

"You've been avoiding plans for a couple of weeks now... I just want to know what I did so I can fix it..." Your hand grabbed his "Please..."

He hated how you pleaded. He was such a shit boyfriend he made you resort to begging. He always promised himself to treat you incredibly, so stuck in his own self-pitying he failed to do so. You did always say honesty was the most important thing to you, he had to come clean even if it did make him feel like an idiot.

"I... you should be with Steve..."

That didn't come out exactly how he planned. However, giggles tumbling from your lips were not expected. You continued laughing until you must have caught sight of eddies crestfallen expression.

"Wait you're not joking? Eddie, you realise Steve is like my brother right?"

Now he just felt dumb.

"Yes... yes, I know but he knows everything about you... your favourite childhood cartoon... your first kiss... and your stupid favourite milkshake flavour... I... shit I'm an idiot..."

In an instant you were by his side, hands holding his shoulders as you forced eye contact.

"You're not an idiot... don't... don't do that self-hating stuff Eds... look can I tell you something?"

Eddie perked up like a puppy, his forehead coming to rest upon your own. Basking in each other's warm breath. He only nodded weakly in response.

"In middle school, I remember seeing this kid stood on top of one of the swings... some other kid had bet him he couldn't swing stood up... and you know what he did..." Eddie could only smile "He swung stood up while reciting the entirety of evening star by Judas Priest like it was a fucking folk tale..."

Your voice was but a whisper, your fingertips tickling the sides of his neck.

"I knew then... like right then that that boy was the one I wanted to be with... and do ya know who that was?"

"Me..."

"Yes, you..." your lips found each other and his large hands found the base of your hips "Eddie... I've never felt the feelings I have for you... for anyone else ever... so I don't care if Steve knows all this crap about me... I'll spend a lifetime telling you those things... and a lifetime learning the same about you..."

Eddie didn't cry often. In fact, he didn't really cry ever, unless he was super high. But right now, shit, he could have sobbed into your shoulder. He'd never known someone to talk to him like you did, with pure unabashed adoration. And for the first time in his life, he wasn't going to run back into the shade that was the freak status society had plastered all over him. He was going to bask in your sun.

"I'd like that..."

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson #stranger things 4 #platonic!steve harrington x reader #Steve harrington #robin buckley #stranger things

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poetryinsilence · 2 years

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Noughts and Crosses - Jake “Hangman” Seresin - childhood friend!reader (part IV)

A/n: SMUT, please this is a warning sign. (smut but kinda vague since smut is not my forté :p) Here we are, the last chapter of this saga :))) I love cocky Hangman vibes, but also domestic Jake gets me. Finally, no beta read still very raw :)

Summary: What's supposed to happen now that Jake is all healed and granted permission to go back to Top Gun? He can't decipher what you're feeling but neither can yourself...

Wc: 3,493

part I | part II | part III

A huge sigh of relief washes over you after the past couple of weeks hectic scheduling and catering at your place. Jake is finally cast-free, which means no more itches that can’t be scratched for him, but to you, this also means he can finally clean up after himself. But a new plan is fitted into your checklist. Now every two to three days, you have to take Jake to his physiotherapy appointments. It is exactly like dropping your kids off at kindergarten. Sometimes, you would pick him up after his appointment and he would tell— no, complain about his day. Other times, you would stay with Jake as he’s regaining his motion. Seeing him straining in pain doesn’t sit right with you.

Over the course of that, he recovered his traction and agility. He’d be up before the first peek of sunlight spilling through the blinds, dressed and prepared for his run of the day. Then, you’d groggily waddle to the kitchen and see he’d already made breakfast for you, with a smile and a wink.

You anxiously twiddle your thumbs, looming behind Jake as he listens intently to the doctor relaying every word. Both showed nothing but smiles and exchanged laughter. As the conversation comes to a close, the doctor signs their full permission for Jake to go back to Top Gun again.

Of course, you are happy for him. He can finally go back to doing what he loves. Flying in a jet and defying gravity, showing the world what he's made of, got a crew that will watch his back, even when you're not there. And you, you'll get the house back to yourself again and you no longer have to clean up after him. And maybe you guys will meet up again after another 20 years. You'll have your own animal shelter then, and he; he will be promoted and rise up the ranks. And you'll tell him that you're happy for him.

Are you happy for him?

Jake bumps your shoulder and snaps you out of your intruding thoughts, looking up to find yourself halfway across the fully packed parking lot. Your vision wanders around to piece together how you got here.

Jake's voice rings in your ear. "I'm taking these."

You whip around to search for his face but he'd already snatched the keys you didn't remember that were in your hands and with a skip to their steps. Grasp acting a minute too late, you only caught the thin air in your hands.

"Hey!"

"I'm driving, whether you like it or not. It's time to bring these bad boys to action again." he smirked, exaggerating his stretch.

You lovingly rolled your eyes and tailed behind him. It's not bad being in the passenger seat once in a while. Your gaze shifts from what you would normally see; zoning out on licence plates and mismatched asphalts, but here on the passenger's side, you take in everything outside of the frame. The panoramic sky meets the horizon, palm trees reaching for the heavens, and the ocean as blue as it can be.

Jake steals a glance or two over in your direction, the silhouette of you basking in the fiery red aglow from the setting sun; hand tucked underneath your chin as you dream with the landscape passing you by, wind picking up your now burning red hair with the scent of July air, while some rock ballad plays softly on the radio. Sometimes, he noticed, how his eyes wander to you unintentionally, just like a moth to a flame, making his heart trip over its own rhythm. But, he would catch himself before you'd caught him doing so.

"Hey, uh, I think tonight calls for a celebration for my speedy recovery. Whadaya think?” He said.

You pulled away from the blurry scenes to face him. You nod hesitantly. “Sure, where do you wanna go?”

He shrugs. “We don’t have to go anywhere fancy. Home is fine. Let’s just order takeouts and chill.”

You let out a breathy smile and shake your head. “So, just like any other regular day then?”

“You’re right. But the difference is, I can drink again. And I won’t lie, I’m dying for a beer.” The corners of his lips are pulled to uncover a toothy grin that plays into your memory. But the thoughts of him returning to Top Gun nags at the back of your mind, and the queasy feeling bubbles at the pit of your stomach. Maybe tonight is all the time you have left with him.

Your living room isn’t exactly small; it could fit a good amount of creatures and creatures akin— maybe a dozen or so. However, the absurd amount of food Jake decided to order made your room seemingly feel like you are packed like sardines in a can. They even had to send two delivery guys just to turn this into one short trip.

A variety of food sprawled out along the coffee table, all decoratively half-eaten. Jake snickers at the dialogues played out from the flat screen while sinking into the final bite of his burrito. You couldn’t focus on what was on the screen as your thoughts pulled you in and out of the spiral; about you, about Jake, about what comes after.

You took another sip of wine that was sitting gingerly on the armrest and bite a piece of cake that’s been placed on your lap for the past twenty minutes, barely making a dent.

“What, it’s not to your liking?” His gravelly voice seeks its way to you.

Vision flickers down to the sweet treat, your brows furrow as you shake your head to deny his statement.

“No, it’s—“ the words got caught in your throat, filtering through what might be the best answer for this. You don't dislike the cake; it's the right amount of sugar, but cherry anything does not belong in cakes. Now it tastes like—

"You're thinking it tastes like a couch, aren't you?" he booped the apples of your cheek, laughing out like a child. A cool, tacky residue melts with the heat of your skin, as you watch Jake licks off the remaining whipped cream off his finger.

Your eyes widen in horror, catching his wrist in your firm grasp. "Jake Seresin, you—"

The weight of him presses up against your body, closing whatever distance there was left between you and him over the couch. The warmth of his tongue grazes the surface of your silky skin from where the mess he made, the aftermath of his heat still lingers on your mind after its departure. The action alone made you jolt backwards but you were met with the armrest, entrapping you just inches away from him.

Questions firing rapidly in your mind, everything's muddled, fuzzy...entranced. His chromatic evergreen is raptured by the dark rings, you flicker between them in search of a rational answer. But, all you find is lust behind those eyes. The want of needing you, above all things.

Your grip slips, but in exchange, he's on yours. In one killing motion, he tugs you; like gravity, finding purchase on your lips. The sonorous feeling colours you in irisated colours, like a burn that warms your chest. Even so, you wanna know the answer to why. Why now?

Jake savours the sensation of you, just a sliver of cherry flavour residing could get his blood rushing to his head. What would happen to him if got to taste more of you? His hunger grew impatient. The slick of his tongue ran along the outline of your mouth, the resistance of you knew the danger if you went further with this. But, temptation tugs on your sleeves. Maybe just a peek wouldn't hurt.

"Don't think." the words hummed like a bassline from his chest.

Those were all you needed to part your lips under his command, giving in to your desires and the emptiness you've felt in his twenty-year absence. Your hands find their way entangled in his silken strands as he devours you deeper into the kiss, tongue tangled in searing heat. His hand searches its way to the side of your breast and tiptoes down to the curve, accentuating goosebumps under his touch. He reaches down, toying with the hem of your t-shirt and slips underneath. His fingertips slowly tread the skin that made you snap into a wake-up call, hands stopping him firmly on his chest. He pulls away.

"You—I...we're both drunk. This is a mistake..."

"Why do you keep taking yourself out of the equation when things feel right? Hm? This...this isn't a mistake. You're always too slow to realise some things, or maybe you're just scared to admit to it."

His lips pursed into a fine line and he let out a heavy sigh through his nose.

"You always kept me at an arm’s length; even when we were kids, you had a fear of getting hurt. But, you have no idea you're hurting other people in the process. And so, I let go. Thought that you would be happier and I'll burden this to myself. Every part of it.

His eyes squeezed shut for a brief moment, and the ambivalent feeling reverberated from his words. You don't know what to think, don't know how to feel. You never knew how he felt.

"I never stop thinking about you. Every minute of the day. It's always been you. D'you know how happy I was when I heard you moved here? I immediately wanted to reach out to you, but what am I supposed to say? Time stretched between us for too fucking long, and god, I hated myself because I don't want to be a stranger to you.

You open your mouth to speak, but no words could come out. All you could do is stare dumbfoundedly as he pours all his feelings out in this speck of time.

"So, I took a chance—the biggest and riskiest chance. I prayed that it shouldn't have come to this, but lo and behold, someone answered my prayers, in exchange for a part of me."

Anger courses through your veins after what you've just perceived, and you shake your head in frustration.

"You can't say that! D'you know how fucking terrified I was; hearing you almost lost your goddamn life?! That I was gonna be the one that had to tell your mother that her son's gone. I cannot face her for the rest of my life." you choked.

"It was a stupid chance, but one to go as far as to realise what one would do for love. And I do. Always have, always will. And you need to accept that this is real between us."

Jake gently pushes a lost strand of hair behind your ear and cups your face, making your heart burn with an ache.

"It's okay to let yourself fall...because I do fucking love you. And it's not going to change."

The pad of his thumb swipes the tears you hadn't noticed that's been cascading down your cheek. You don’t know how long you’ve kept that feeling buried deep within you, but knowing that you can finally let go of all the fears and worries; knowing that you’re safe to fall into his arms is the best you have ever felt in your entire life. You can finally come to terms with that four-letter word that you always thought would never bestow on you—love.

How simple it is to feel, yet difficult it is to find. But it was always there, right in front of you. You just had to let go of your own reins.

His lips gravitate to yours once more, being certain and assertive with his intentions. His hands slip under, wasting no time, and pulling your t-shirt over your head and discarding it one side. His kisses trail along the underside of your jawline, leaving a searing hot sensation with every press of his lips. The gentle graze of his teeth nips the most delicate part of your skin, earning him an arousal moan out of you.

“I’m gonna fucking lose it.”

You giggled at his temperament, watching how the slightest of moan could get him weak on his knees, anything else you do would make him beg for you. It took you less than a second to rip his shirt off and add it to the pile of clothing on the floor that’s building its way up. Before you know it, you both are observing one another’s naked figure, drinking in the outline of every curve and muscle. And the sight laid in front of you heats up a flame to your core.

Lips create a trail inch by inch down along your collarbone and carefully take in each breast, and tongue laps; drawing circles at your peak, rolling it in between his teeth. You gasp at the sensation, all too foreign but enticing you even more so. Hands slithering to the back of your knees, taking this invitation to entangle your legs around his rigid waist, rolling your hip against his growing member.

He bites down on his lips to stifle a groan. His dark eyes whip up and bore into you as a warning, playing too closely with fire and you might get burned by it. But what is love without a little burning flame?

He guides himself to your entrance, soaked with a sheen from just a few sloppy kisses. His breath hissed, having a taste with just the tip. But he can’t have you without your permission. You peered at him with heavily hooded eyes, dazed out from your high, you nod as a sign of approval. He slowly pushes in with ease; slick coated him as you devour him deeper, feeling a stretch of pain and pleasure as your body pressed up against his.

“Fuck—“ your fingernails dug into his shoulder blades and branded his back with long streaks of crimson. The copper scent muddles your brain, all your thoughts dressed in white but shrouds your sight in red, loose lips calling out his name in a sultry voice. The grip of his conscience slips loose from him cursing under his breath, knowing the effect you have on him, threatening to come undone by just simply moaning his name. If the heavens witness this entanglement, angels would clip their wings to just get a little taste of you.

The air thickened and entangled with heat vapours and desperate pleas; heavy breaths roll and veil your skin, rippling a shiver down your spine. His pace sunders and hips keep in time with you, each wave bringing you closer and closer to your high, twitching under his commotion. Your breath draws short, catching his attention to your finish line.

"I-I can't—"

The air in your lungs hitches as your mind sears in white hot vision, toes curl and twitch in ecstasy and screaming out his name like your own prayer. Jake follows shortly behind, bucking into you with a tender moan and soft cursing in your hair, dampened by the beads of sweat. He collapses on top of you for a short moment, before rolling to his side and pulling you closer to him, examining every little detail of your face.

In turn, you cup his face and trace little circles beneath his eye, gravitating your lips and capturing his, delicate and feverish, imprinting a piece of you for him to take, and filling the missing piece of your soul, even if you parted with him.

His lids drift close, pressing his forehead against yours, searching for your comfort and dreaming of you as he sleeps.

You hummed, whispering under your breath, "I love you, Jake Seresin."

Funny how you've never expected yourself to be in the middle of a desert. Nor go anywhere near a military station, yet here we are; fingers drumming along the steering wheel, at the gates just outside of Fightertown. You look over to Jake; his foot tapping anxiously against the floor of your Yugo. Now he won't even fucking look at you.

"Will you stop sulking for two minutes?" you sigh, twisting your body to face his silhouette.

Jake finally turns to meet your gaze; chewing the inside of his cheek to suppress his annoyance. "No. Now I'm regretting everything."

You smirk at his childlike remark, clasping a hand on his shoulder and giving it a good squeeze. "Jackal, you know this was going to happen. So why are you regretting it now?"

"Because I only had you, officially, for what, 7-8 hours? And now I have to go back to work." He reaches up and takes your hand in his, leaning in, giving you a small kiss in between your knuckles. He sighs. "I don't wanna leave you yet, cupcake."

His little sympathetic frown pasted on his face, and the shine to his olive green eyes could almost break your heart in two. Almost. Your lips quivered, expressing the most dramatic faux sniffle and said, "Aw, honey." Your face grows cold. "I've only had two hours of sleep, if I stayed in bed with you anymore, I think my back will finally give out."

"Oh, was I that good?" the shit-eating grin returns. You hate to admit it, but that obnoxious, Hollywood smile is starting to grow on you. What kind of dark magic has he cast on you to make you fall hopelessly for him? He caused nothing but trouble, still, you can't help but love his handsome face and his cocky attitude. Especially his annoying quality and the blue, frail bits that he embodies.

A blast of a car horn snaps you both out of your little theatrical play, and your gaze flicks towards where the sound originated from. You watched as a tan uniformed man struts out from the Jeep; deep, chocolate skin with specks of gold shimmering off from the sun. Oh shit. Do all aviators look that good? You swipe the corner of your mouth to make sure you're not drooling.

"Y/n, honey. I'm still the one you love right?" Jake looks back and forth between you and the pilot, with a mild concern in his tone of voice.

"Mhm. Yep. Still yours." You nod vigorously, eyes wide as you connect with him. But Jake still isn't convinced.

"Seriously, I promise...now get out, Seresin." you draped yourself over him and pushed the car door open, an opportunity to give him another good glance of your ass in those tight-fitted jeans as an affirmation.

He whistles. "Alright, they can't survive without me anyway." Slinking the army green duffle bag over his shoulder, he gives you a final wink before greeting his teammate, pulling him into a hug and a slap on the back. You watched as Jake whispers something into his ear and they both turn to look at you. The pilot drew a million-watt smile.

"Y/n, right? Coyote. Heard a lot about you." he announced.

"Ah, so you're Coyote. Heard a lot about you too. Nice to meet you in the flesh!" You leaned forward, sending him a small wave. Jake wasn't lying, a wild Coyote appeared right in front of your eyes. Even much better than what you imagined.

"Well, I'll keep in touch," Jake grimaced.

You nod, lips pressed together, choking back a tear that's threatening to escape. You got used to his presence, the confidence and his admiration, now you felt empty without it.

"Oh, and also," His quick steps jog back to you, a hand slips under your jaw and tilts you to meet with his gaze. He dips, locking into a kiss, with your eyes closed to feel the tenderness and savour this feverish dream. He reluctantly parts with you, the remnant of forlorn feelings lingers but he pulls away from you before he starts having second thoughts. Jake makes his way back, without detaching your face from his sight.

"By the way, your mother gave us her blessing. And I really think we should consider adopting Captain...he's starting to grow on me." He said, coolly.

"Uh, what?"

"What?!"

The shock of information dumped onto you left you and Coyote's mouths hanging wide open. Even the guard standing watch was stunned by what he just witnessed. The disconnection between your brain and ears entangled your thoughts. You blinked, trying to wrap your mind around what you just heard. And you hope you heard it wrong. But Jake just nods gleefully, witnessing the shade of red building up on your face.

"See you on Saturday!" Jake yells, a cheerful singsong to his voice, happily laughing to himself as they drive off, leaving you stunned in the trail of dust kicked up from the Jeep.

Here, you promise and swore to yourself, that the next time you see Jake, you will lovingly choke the ever-living life out of him. Saturday couldn't come any sooner.

P.S: Thank you for sticking with me till the end of the series(?) I don't write fanfic much, this was originally supposed to be a 2-3k fic and somehow I self-indulged too much and magically turned into an 11k series...😅 I've read every tag and comments y'all wrote and I am very thankful for it, it makes me so happy!

Tag: @shanimallina87 @itzyogurl92 @hotch-meeeeeuppppp @dempy

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dnbup · 2 years

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G'day may i ask a scenario where shenhe, jean and barbara with a gn s/o who is blind after an accident

yes! i can absolutely do this for you:) we need to give barbara some more love!

Them with a reader whos blind after an accident

//sfw (fluff, very very slight angst & crack)

Warnings: none

Send me requests! <- Heres what I write!

SHENHE

Shenhe knew what a blind person was but she didn't know very much about the needs of one.

Whenever you two got together she would read extensively about visually impaired people, and how to help them in their daily lives.

At the start of your relarionship she would go over the top and be overly persistent about assisting you, but she quickly realized that you are just as capable of functioning as any other person, just with the added bonus of being unable to see.

Does things for you like, getting you a book and reading to you, pouring you a glass of water. Hell, you even ask her to carry you, but only because you like being held by her >:)

She is 100% protective of you. She tries to take you out with her as much as possible but if you don't wanna go she won't force you.

She drops everything she is doing to cater to your needs.

If you're stressed or remembering what happened on the day of the incident then she'll take you somewhere private and let you cry into her shoulder while holding you close. Listens to each and every single one of your vents and never judges you, ever.

Going on walks with Shenhe is truly a delight, due to being born with sight you can still barely remember the scenery of Liyue, the sparkling of the water and the happy smiles on the childrens face.

But while you were busy thinking about all that, you had accidentally bumped into someone

"Oh, I'm so sorry it was accide-"

And then all of the sudden you didn't feel their presence anymore, but you did feel your girlfriend dragging you away from the scene with screams erupting behind you.

Turns out Shenhe "dealt" with the guy for you because he looked like he was about to throw some hands at you.

BARBARA

Before the accident causing you to go blind, you had seen Barbara almost everyday because you attended church services.

But when you were rushed to her for emergency care, she took great care of you. Naturally, you both hit it off great.

She keeps you close while you both do church services, not ever letting you out of her sight when you guys aren't home together.

Barbara isn't very confrontational at all, if someone is insulting you or being a dunce she'll get Rosaria on it in the blink of an eye.

All of the church workers love you, and if you need help with something they will never refuse.

Shes very very worrysome, she just cant stop worrying about your wellbeing, but she still gives you space if you really need it.

If you're feeling stressed then she'll hold you close to her and sing soft tunes while she plays with your hair. Her clothes are suprisingly soft, when you burrow your head into her chest its like a little pillow for you.

Being at the beach with Barbara, she'd undeniably run off to collect seashells while you layed on a soft towel basking in the sun.

With Barbara only being about 11 feet away from where you were, she could still keep an eye on you.

But when some random person came over to you and started lecturing you about being in the way, their little rant was quickly cut off by a scream and then water splashing.

"Barbara!! Did you drown another person with your vision?"

"Um, noo..."

JEAN

Always has you around in her office while she works, but if shes too busy to have you in there she has Lisa give you company.

Lisa reads you books and brings you hot coffee, while at the same time being a guard dog, if you run off without her knowing, be prepared to get lectured by Jean and get a little shock from Lisa.

Jean 100% babys you, she doesn't mean to, shes just worried you'll get introuble or get in a situation that she can't get you out of.

Brings you anything that you ask for, shes like your seeing-eye dog, she holds your hand in public, tell her where you wanna go and she'll lead you there, hand-in-hand

When you're stressed she takes a day off to be home with you, she will always have her arms protectively wrapped around you, why need a blanket when you have Jean?

You and Klee sneak off together to go fishblasting, but shes very gentle and cautious with you around.

The woods around Mondstadt errupted with giggles while you and Klee messed with the fish, she threw a bomb that was a little too big and water went splashing everywhere, soaking you and Klee.

You both started laughing even louder before you heard Jeans voice.

"Y/N."

You and Klee both froze and daring to move a muscle.

"Lisa told me she saw you and Klee run off together."

Klee began apologizing, you could imagine the child getting on her knees and begging

"Klee. you know the consequenses, Y/N see me in my office."

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thisfeelingyourname · 3 months

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knife twist.

they've really gotta stop meeting like this.

bill kaulitz x roman reigns. cw: post break up sex, fluff, dirty talk. a lil angst. 🥰

"Is it a good thing that I called you back?" Bill asks this with a smile, a genuine innocence about it, brown eyes settling on the slow form of a smirk curving on Roman's face, both men laying side by side on the lush bed of what seems like Roman's millionth hotel room. This all feels so familiar to the both of them, this kind of being together. Neither of them want to wonder where it all went wrong, not right now, this moment is too sweet for that. Roman lifts a gentle hand, softens it against the warmth of Bill's cheek, caressing it.

The gesture moves Bill to close his eyes, butterflies swelling up wild in his chest. "Look at me, baby," Roman says quietly, other hand finding itself up beneath the slip of Bill's sleep shirt, goosebumps flowering up into his touch. This is too good, too tender and Bill wonders amusedly when the bad twin is going to show up, grinning and wicked. They look at one another again and the fire snakes down between them, need splitting them delicately open.

Roman never answers him, not that Bill cared to hear what he had to say anyway. He likes his mouth hot against his much better, kissing and kissing and kissing him, his fingers scouring themselves through blond strands. It's better this way, Roman wasn't much of the talk it out type when they first met. "I can show you way better than I can tell you, baby boy," he would always say, superstar flash of a smile and a kiss to the crown of Bill's head. The golden boy act would be enough to settle the first upset, then the second, then the third, but somewhere between the fourth, the tenth and the final upset it lost its charm.

They love each other, though.

Bill knows that. Roman knows that, too. They are doomed together, from the body to the bone. Roman realized that later than sooner, but wanted to make peace with Bill after the fact, inviting him to meet up with him after one of his shows. He wasn’t surprised to see that he agreed, showing up at his door soon after. "So you're a bad guy now," Bill had said with a wry smile, chin cradled in the palm of his hand as he sits on the hotel bed, watching the big dog bask in his newfound glory, the irony not lost on either of them. Glad his boy is still observant as ever Roman beamed, raised his arms in mock defeat, the glow of the evening sun crowning him like a king. "Art imitates life," he proclaims.

They share a laugh at that, the wound laughing right back at them.

The sex is divine, so fucking good it feels like both of them have died and gone to heaven. Roman can't remember the last time he's gotten head this great before. Bill is doing all of the right things, on the floor on his knees where he always should be, pretty lips slicked sweet with precome and saliva as he moans against Roman's dick, teasing his tongue stud along the shaft. The sensation swarms butterflies in Roman's belly, words of praise leaving breathlessly from his lips while he threads his fingers through Bill's hair, twisting and pulling at sensitive roots, the bed creaking as he slow rocks his hips against Bill's mouth. "So good… so fucking good, baby," he whispers, fingers still running lovingly through golden strands. Bill nods his head, fisting Roman's dick as he does his own after he lets Roman’s fall from his mouth with a wet pop, his heart bursting with pride. He dips his tongue stud on the slit, swirling it lazily around before bringing his dick into his mouth once more, love in his eyes when he looks up to see Roman watching him, beautiful and proud. It nearly brings him to tears.

The bad twin finally arrives and Bill is excited to see him, happily flat on his back and anxious, his toes curling and his heart pounding with anticipation as he watches Roman get onto the bed, all of that muscle and body and god looming over him like fate. This isn't something they can run from anymore, they are each other's end game. It works for Roman who seats himself between Bill's spread legs, his gaze lost in that beautiful place before he forces himself to look at Bill, love still pretty in his eyes and he leans over to him and brings a kiss to his lips, lingering and kind. "'m gonna fuck you now, okay?" he murmurs, his gaze steady with Bill’s own. "'kay," Bill whispers, entire body throbbing with ache.

It feels like coming home when Roman pushes into him for the first time, Bill's head falling gracefully back into the pillows, a blissful smile spread across his lips as Roman claims him, strong arms on either side of Bill, fucking into him until stars flicker in Bill's vision. It's unbearable, every nerve twisting up tight with pleasure and Bill fights to meet him with every move, grinding down on Roman's dick, his hips turning in time. Roman responds to him by slowing the pace, purposefully dragging his dick all the way out and then pushing back in, causing Bill to groan fitfully in frustration, rushing his hands through his hair as he swears through his teeth.

Roman smirks, feeling victorious and pleased with Bill's dramatics. "Gonna be a brat for me tonight, huh?" he teases, merciless and still managing the torturous rhythm between them. A venomous glare greets him then and Roman has the audacity to laugh aloud, leaning over to Bill once more to run his mouth over sweat slicked skin, kissing Bill's cheek, the crown of his head, the bump of his nose, his lips before Bill decides to be selfish, taking him in and locking his legs right around Roman's waist, keeping him there in that perfect place and the bad twin grins at that, wicked and free before Roman obliges, picking up the pace and burying himself balls deep inside of Bill, turning him out until he's a gorgeous mess of pleading and gasping and yes yes yes fuck me just like that.

The feeling of fucking Bill is absolutely euphoric to Roman, everything of him sinking into everything of Bill, burning and made to merge, the orgasm rising up higher and higher. Roman loves when Bill watches him fuck him, eyes wide open and brilliant, adoration pouring from his gaze, those pretty lips parted in awe. Then he says Roman's name so softly, repeats it like prayer, again and again as he fucks him harder, deeper like a domino effect, the ending between them always the same, Bill's nails scarring blood into Roman's back and Roman wincing through it, loving Bill through it until the orgasm hits and Bill falls beautifully apart, crying out for him, his body writhing up desperately into Roman's, riding out the high before Roman finishes up inside him, burying his face into the heat of Bill's throat, groaning, his body burning electric from release then he collapses on top of him, the buzz fleeing as quickly as it had arrived.

The room is silent then, nothing but the hum song of the air conditioner and the rise and fall of breathing. It's true intimacy, this moment, Bill's fingers idly scratching the back of Roman's neck in affection, other hand pressed flat against his back holding him close. His dick is still inside of him and neither of them wish to change that, Roman's face still resting in the crook of Bill's shoulder, lids shut in fatigue. "Love you, chief," Bill mumbles, sleepy voiced and glad. Roman draws in a breath and exhales, smiling against warm skin. "Love you too, baby boy."

And the wound stops laughing.

#writing.#wwe fanfiction #tokio hotel fanfic #bill kaulitz smut #roman reigns smut #roman reigns fanfiction #tokio hotel fic #wwe smut

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albatris · 1 year

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Hiii tell me all about Nat I love him sm

:D!!!

Hi hello! Absolutely I can tell you about Nat! I’m glad you like him and thank you for the question!!

Here is a big ol' chunk of words, some bits I've nabbed from other posts, too :3

Nathaniel Felix Finch, a good boy, a sweet boy! He’s the protagonist of our silly little horror trilogy, much to his dismay

He’s 25 years old and works at Stop ‘N’ Go 24/7 Petrol and Convenience, where he is prone to falling asleep on the register and shoplifting (both encouraging it and participating in it <3). He’s a bit of a hermit, not because he doesn’t want friends, but because he’s awkward, anxious and paranoid. He’s got schizotypal personality disorder like me, so it’s tough for him to engage with the world and feel comfortable

His story kicks off when he wakes up on the side of the road in his rental car covered in dirt with no memory of the past nine days. All attempts to return to regular life are quickly thwarted when it becomes apparent he’s turning into something inhuman and ravenous. He spends a week in agony and coughing up blood and almost passing out in public and being starving and existing in constant sensory overload… which reaches a gory climax when he kills and eats someone in a botched robbery of his petrol station and he's like Ah Fuck Apparently I’m A Vampire Somehow And I Just Ripped Someone’s Throat Open I’m Going To Go Have A Panic Attack Now

He is yoinked from mortal peril by shifty fucking bastard with a mile long list of ulterior motives perfectly ordinary kind selfless human person Quinn Cooper, and a bonkers plot ensues <3 Book one mostly sees Nat struggling with his new condition and trying to figure out what happened in his blackout and why he got vampired, and slowly uncovering the grim secrets Quinn is hiding. Book two and three wander into more “Nat Finch Is Going To Kill And Eat Vampire God (The Garble)” territory

What to say about Nat… hm…

He’s an excited, friendly, cuddly lad, if you can get past his layers upon layers of anxiety! He loves people although he’s afraid of them, and believes people are good and that he can do good in the world. He’s prone to bouts of depression and apathy on occasion, though, and especially struggles to balance his kind, gentle nature with the fact that he now has to eat people to survive. He's got a big existential crisis coming hahahaha

He loves animals! He regularly donates to wildlife charities despite not having that much money to begin with, and used to volunteer at a cat café for rescue cats (with Yvonne, another of our main characters!), and only stopped due to his social anxiety. He has a sweet little rescue kitty named Grub, who's just the scrungliest ugliest thing you've ever seen (he'll cry if he hears you say that, though). He's been a vegetarian since he was 17, and still considers himself one despite the fact that he's now an entire vampire who preys on humans. So you get like..... bits in the story where Nat drains some guy like a capri sun then the next day is like "no I can't come to check out the new Korean BBQ place with you Quinn I'm a vegetarian :((( you'll have to take someone else :((("

He's also a good cook and especially loves cooking for other people and sharing meals! This is one of the most common ways he shows affection :3 If Nat drills you about your favourite food and offers to cook it for you sometime, this means he wants to be friends :-) Most of his dishes are vegetarian, but if he really, really likes you he’ll cook meat as long as you ask nicely

He loves to be useful! He’ll gladly rush around and help with errands or putting furniture together or organising things. If you tell him you appreciate him or he did a good job he will bask in that compliment for weeks like a golden retriever that’s just been told it’s a good boy haha

Tragically he can be a bit of a doormat, especially at the start of the story. Though he pretended to be fine with his solitary lifestyle and loneliness, he’s always desperately wanted connection and friendship, and this makes him prone to letting people take advantage of him or manipulate him.... purely because at least that way he feels "useful", and they're more likely to keep him around...... he improves a lot on this front, though, so don't fret! We get to see the lad's self-esteem improve! He initially doesn't really like himself that much, but the story gets to see him come into his own and find his values and worth....! He's a good, kind, intelligent person with a lot to offer, he just takes a while to figure it out!

Oh also he's a huuuuge drama queen and is completely willing to play up being sad and pathetic to get what he wants <3 this is an important Nat Fact to know

Hmmmmm.......... what else......

So, it becomes clear as the story goes on, he’s not exactly a regular vampire… he can access a lot more of the Garble hivemind’s power than other vampires can, which left unchecked can result in an overload of power affectionately referred to as Monster Mode Nat :P a big ol’ body horror vampire creecher! Violent and aggressive and jumpy, out of control. It’s usually a state of intense fear for him, something that occurs when he’s in very dire straits, when he or his friends are threatened, etc etc… a Nat too far in Protector Mode, basically, that can easily become dangerous even for the people he's meant to be defending. He is still able to recognise Friends, though it takes him more effort, but struggles to make sense of unfamiliar people as anything other than resources, food or threats

As far as regular vampire Nat in the day-to-day goes, he's prone to all the usual vampire instincts. He’s got extra anxiety and paranoia and jumpiness on top of what he already had, he's got that usual insatiable insufferable vampire curiosity, he loves to bask and be cosy and snuggle with friends. He can purr and it's extremely cute. He has a moderate to severe allergic reaction to sunlight though it won't kill him immediately, he struggles with garlic much to his despair as a cook, n he has an extremely high prey drive that he has to work very hard to manage

Oh and Nat mostly preys on rich pricks and abusive bosses, as well as the occasional creeps at bars, which is very valid of him <3

Anyway yeah! This has been Nat Posting with Monday! I hope you have enjoyed these Nat Facts <3

#yoinked some of this from other previous nat posts #:D #a rental car takes a left down rake street and disappears #nat

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killmebythebeach · 2 years

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Can you tell Hermes has my brain in a choke hold?

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Messengers AND Trickery

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Of all the people to put him in jail, Joey thought it would have been the guy who actually had obeying the law as his whole thing.

But nope. Here Joey was, in a cell in the heart of a floating island. Unfortunately, whilst Joey was putting up a fight he dropped his lock pick AND his gun. So no getting out.

Can't a guy just steal some (a lot) of gold without getting so rudely interrupted?

The worst part is the lock pick was JUUUST out of reach, and even then the lock was too high up for Joey to break effectively. Stupid god. Being eleven foot.

Joey was humming a shanty as he heard a pitter patter of footsteps down the stairs to the dungeon. It couldn't be Joel, these steps were light, almost like rain drops.

Before Joey could stand up and face this adversary like a respectable pirate, a purple blur shot past. It was short but humanoid, sort of sickly yellow pale. It wore a white toga with a purple sash, embroidered with vines and flowers.

A CHILD.

This was perfect!

"Hey kid!" Joey jumped up, shouting to the end up the hall, the kid ran back over. "What's your name?"

The kid smiled and stared at him wide eyed, puffing the wings (which were also by his feet, meaning he could fly up to the lock) by his ears and pointing to some letters on his sash. Hermes.

"Hermes! What a cute name!" Joey smiled. If he flattered this kid enough he'd be easier to boss around. "Can you help me with something, Hermes?"

Hermes leaned forward eagerly, nodding. Now Joey just had to instruct him how to pick a lock.

"Can you pick up that needle like thing behind you?" Joey asked in the sweetest voice he could muster. Hermes picked up the pick with a toothy grin. "Great job! Now, fly up to the lock for me?"

The kid listened and flew up there, the wings at his ankles fluttering, kicking up a bit of dust on the ground even from that high up.

"Nice, now..." Joey of course knew how to pick a lock himself, but he was never that great a teacher. "Can you put that in the lock?"

Hermes nodded again and put the pick in. He looked so pleased with himself, Joey almost felt bad for misleading him. But not really.

"Lovely! Now sort of jiggle it around..." Joey couldn't help the smile that spread across his face as the kid actually managed to snap the lock open. Joey laughed in triumph and pushed the door open. "Thank you so much! You did an amazing job, Hermes."

Maybe if the kids didn't live in Stratos Joey would consider coming over and visiting the kid. He seemed rather agreeable, as well as he didn't talk or whine or be gross like other kids. Taking a closer look, the kid's skin seemed almost rock like, like endstone.

"Let's get you back to the surface," Joey held his hand out for Hermes to take. "And... maybe don't tell anyone you did that for me, got it?"

The kid landed back on the dungeon floor, wiping his nose as the dust was knocked up again. Just as they exited, Hermes sneezed.

Lightning struck. Normally Joey wouldn't think much about lighting striking in Stratos of all places, but the sky was clear and the guy who usually CAUSED the lightning was no where to be seen.

He looked down at Hermes. Uh oh.

This was JOEL'S kid.

Joey blanched and pat the kids head as a final thanks, taking his trident and barreling into the sky.

Yeah, hopefully Hermes wouldn't miss him too much.

Joel landed, letting his feathered wings bask in the sun for a moment before going over to Hermes. It had been an eventful day, he caught that tricky pirate and had a trade over at Chromia. So it was a welcome sight to see his child come and greet him.

"Hermes!" Joel hugged him. "Sorry for coming late, I had some business to deal with. What have you done all day?"

Hermes held up a scroll with vibrant paints all over it. Cute!

"Aw!" Joel cooed. "Can I see your drawing?"

Hermes unraveled the scroll and put his arms above his head for Joel to see.

With about the crudeness to be expected from a kid Hermes's age, there were two stick figures. One had a purple stripe across its body- which was how Hermes usually drew himself. The other had three red stripes across its body and a black mass on its head.

Wait...

Joel did his best to smile past his fury. "Very nice. I'll be back with you in a second, I need to check on something."

Hermes beamed at the compliment and dashed off to the storage room to put away the paints he had used. Joel scowled and ran down the stairs to the dungeon, where there was the noticeable lack of a pirate.

Joel was fuming as he shouted to the ceiling. "JOOEEEY!!!"

#blue tells stories #empires smp #empires smp s2 #joey graceffa #esmp hermes #empires smp hermes #smallishbeans

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anxietyfluffy · 7 months

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Wanted you ask for your headcannons for Frank, 💝💔👗🔪🥇🎭❤️‍🔥💄😭 ( I love that man so much! 😭💙)

BLUE HEART ANONNN i missed you dude!! and ofc!! we frank fans gotta stick together FYWGWEUF this will contain spoilers and the angst hc is a lil dark but that's how I do angst babey 💝: to me, Frank has always read as a physical touch and acts of service kinda guy. like, for example, he struggles a fair bit to tell Karen verbally just how much he loves her, but to show it he tends to touch and hold her a lot as well as help her out with things. the acts of service hc is even hinted at in canon cus Karen stated that he helps out fixing small electronic devices around the house. 💔: this is both a mix of my hc and au - and really what would probably happen in canon if this were to happen - but i don't think Frank can really live without Karen. like, in an au where Karen dies but Frank doesn't, i think Frank would probably off himself because the person he loves the most is dead. 👗: Frank has numerous Hawaiian shirts in his closet as well as the same coloured jeans. he doesn't care - or want to - wear anything else. ofc he will, and he has clothes other than Hawaiian shirts and jeans, but he loves his iconic Hawaiian shirt because its comfortable to him. 🔪: I think everyone agrees that Frank has anger issues, so i wont repeat the truth UYFEGWWFE but, with Frank's training in the military as well as the fact his job is pretty physical at times, he's trained in some forms of martial arts. though i can't see stuff like Karate, i see more Boxing, Jiu Jitsu, Judo etc etc. how to fight and take someone down if needed. I can also see him being really good at Jiu Jitsu and Judo UEWFYUFEW 🥇: I can see small and big things he's good at. like something small is I can picture him being amazing on the grill, but a bigger one is that I can see Frank being amazing at giving advice (though he sucks when it comes to taking it). as much as he's harsh, i feel like he's good at pushing people to do things that makes them happy, and I think he tries to get people to do things they love because for a while he struggled to understand just how important love really is. 🎭: Ooooh.. I don't think Frank would lie a lot honestly, but. He'd absolutely lie if it meant he was (or, at least he thinks he's) protecting his family. Though, you can always kinda tell when Frank is lying, because usually he's pretty blunt and honest. Sometimes too much. ❤️‍🔥: KarenFrank time teehee. Frank adores Karen, absolutely, and I can see Frank giving Karen this certain look anytime he sees her. I dunno how to describe the look other than just full of pure love. She could look absolutely messy, puffed out after trying to get the girls to stop playing in some mud or something, and Frank would still put his hand on her cheek and look at her as if she was the sun and he was the moon, basking in her light. 💄: I've given my physical hc for Frank a fair bit - the fact I see him as tanned, as well as having darker hair and more greying streaks - but recently I've used his skintone on his dead body (dark, I know) because the colour is around the same, but it looks more natural compared to the vibrant colours I tend to go for. Here is a screenshot of the way I colour-picked the skintone off of the bodies - I go for the midtone of said body instead of either the direct lighting or the deepest shadows.

😭: Well. There is an obvious answer to this one. But, instead of going that route I'm gonna explore how he felt more. I imagine Laura's death was the heavy ass stick on the camel's back. Because it was mentioned Frank was a solider before he was a cop, I'd imagine he'd have some sort of trauma related to that - especially with the fact he was in his 20s for a bit of the 80s, where a lot of wars happened. That likely PTSD mixed in with the death of his daughter probably made what was seemingly a small liking to whisky into an addiction, which lead to his life crumbling more when Karen divorced him. Might I add, they didn't even divorce because they weren't in love, it was heavily implied Karen was still in love with Frank, and then Frank was clearly still in love with her too, esp cus all the other women he got interested in in-game were just younger, more evil versions of Karen UEFGUFWE. From what I saw of the photo of Frank, Karen and Daisy - esp because she looks around 10-13 in that image while dying at 14-15, I presumed they were together - or trying to be together - for a bit, and then divorced. And even if Karen had full custody of Daisy, that image as well as Once Upon a Crime make me believe that Frank did have contact with Daisy, it's just Daisy didn't want to speak to her dad. Which, presumably, lead to more depression, and more substance abuse. This cycle only ends when he's dead - when he's with Karen and the girls again, and can live as a family all together again. It's clear that if Frank's family didn't crumble and fall apart - because of the actions of a dumb ass driver - we would have a very different Frank in-game. those are my hcs!! sorry its long i love talking abt the knight family sm and if given the chance i will ramble abt them.

#criminal case #frank knight #karen knight #i LOOOOOVED writing this sm #thank you blue heart anon #i hope you msg me one day cus you are amazing bro and id love to talk abt frank with you

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(He knows around what time you get home and so he'll go sit on the balcony and watch the cars come down the street, watching for your car so he knows when you get home. He'll be in happy tears by the time you get up to the apartment, so happy that his mommy his home!!)

OH GOSH NOW THIS. THIS IS IT. PLEASE I'M IM SHAMBLES. i HAVE to talk about this seperately, happy charles thoughts have taken over me!

this just screams charles, for some reason? like, i can definitely picture him on the balcony, in his soft cotton tee that smells like you, watching the cars pass by through the beautiful place he calls home. he's looking down with a smile on his face, knowing that any moment now, your car will pass by, and his mommy is going to be back to give him some kisses and cuddles!

once he sees your red ferrari pass by (the one he got you, by the way), he just squeals and jumps up and down a few times, before hurrying down the stairs of your guys' apartment building to wait for you in front of the entrance. he's buzzing with excitement by then, so happy you're finally home, with him.

you get out of the car, and charles immediately runs over to you, and into your arms. oh, how he missed you! when you pull away to cup his face and give him a kiss, he's smiling from ear to ear, cute little dimples on display. he's so happy and relieved to have you back, it's like all his worries are gone now that you're here.

you bring him in for a kiss, and he's giggling all throughout it! he's so excited, he has to pull away to kiss all over your face. though, that's followed by a "your turn, mommy!" and you take no less than a second to grab his pretty face and kiss all over it. he's blushing during it, ducking his head and telling you how much he missed you.

he takes you upstairs, opens the door for you and all, like a real gentleman. he waits for you to change into some comfortable clothes before hopping into bed with you, ready for some cuddles. he's laying on your chest, telling you about his day and how he was "so bored without you, he could have died!" he just constantly craves physical attention, kind of like a baby. he was deprived of it for so long, and now that you're giving him so much love and affection, he can't help but live without it for more than, like, 5 minutes.

he's just basking in your attention right now, the tv playing at a low volume in the background, the sun shining through the open balcony door of your bedroom, your soft hands running through his hair just how he likes it. he's relaxed, calm and content, because he knows you're there to take him through the rest of the day, and that he doesn't have to worry about a single thing now. he's in love with the best person ever 💗.

- 📓

Ok I have other asks to answer but I simply MUST answer this right now because it’s so fucking cute I am obsessed with this. It’s so Charles and so cute.

It’s actually pretty common for you to get home before Charles if Charles is in Monaco. Charles tends to work early and end up back home before dinner, whereas you often find yourself working late.

And so yeah, Charles will always be watching the cars coming down the road when it’s around the time you get home. He just wants to see his mommy’s car!!!

He’s smiling to himself as he sits there, so so happy that you’ll be home soon (also, if you ever work later than normal you must be sure to message him about it, because otherwise he’ll just be sitting there for hours, waiting for his mommy to come home).

You’re always telling him that he doesn’t need to run to the elevator and come all the way down to where you’re parking parking the car, but he always does it. It genuinely makes him so happy to run down to you.

He’s always waiting by your parking spot by the time you get there, smiling so wide cause his mommy is home!!!!

God bless the security guards who watch the security camera footage on parking level 3 because the they have seen far too public displays of affection. Because Charles just HAS to kiss his mommy immediately, hugging you tight and pressing kisses all over your face and then requesting that you do the same.

Only then will you be allowed to finally leave the parking and head back up to the apartment. He always carries your bag of course, you’re not even allowed to carry your own car keys once you arrive home. Cause that’s what he’s for!! He’s a good boy, so he looks after his mommy.

You get to have a nice shower or bath while Charles makes you a cup of tea and a snack. It’s always a surprise what type of snack you’ll have, sometimes it’s an apple or some biscuits or some veggies and hummus or a muffin. He loves surprising you and is always looking for new things for it. He also gets very upset if you tell him you’re not hungry and don’t want a snack.

Because he must give you a snack!! He’s a good boy!!!

Once he has that ready, he cuddles in bed, smiling to himself and listening to the sounds of the water coming from the bathroom. Cause his mommy is home!!!!!

He requests more kisses when you exist the bathroom, and then allows you to get changed in peace (well, relative peace, because he’s still watching you of course).

You drink your tea and eat your snack while he tells you all about his day. Even if he’s had the most basic day ever, just worked out and did some media and came back, he’ll still tell you all about it!!

Then he’ll cuddle into your chest and hear about your day as well. And you MUST tell him about your day. He doesn’t care how boring your day was, you must tell him.

Everything from that moment on is absolutely perfect, he can just lay in your arms, feel you play with his hair and run your hands across his back. He’s so plaint against you, not an ounce or tension in his body. The cuddles are so important to him, helping him calm and relax, letting him completely decompress.

It often turns sexual, but honestly it doesn’t have to be. He’s just so happy in your arms, not a single worry because his mommy is there to protect him. Often you’ll cuddle there until you decide you have to have dinner, and then you’ll order something or Charles will help you cook. After dinner things almost always turn sexual, because now he’s safe and happy and he’s caught up with his mommy and he’s had his dinner and now it’s time for fun.

Of course this ritual isn’t always possible, one or both of you often have evening plans, and often you’ll both have the same evening plans because you’re always each other’s plus ones. But Charles always wants to go through this ritual at least once a week if possible.

And he’ll often turn down friends requests to go out specifically so that he can spend the evening in your arms, hearing about your day and just being a good boy.

#sub!charles #cl #soft soft vibes #f!reader #📓#nsfw.

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hiiiiiiii, mushyyyyyyyyyy 🤩 just droppin my lil blurb in your ask box, but don't rush !! get to it whenever ya have the time 😁

btw, i'd like male matches (that sounds so weird...dude matches ? man matches ? men matches ?) from one piece + jjk/hq ✨

- i'm 5'8, athletic but thicc build, brown eyes + curly black hair w long natural eyelashes + a cute nose (so i've been told hehe)

- i'm naturally intimidating but once i open my mouth people can't take me seriously until i show em i'm serious, which usually comes in the form of anger or intimidation.

- i'm usually a jokester/chill person who doesn't try to dwell too much on things. i also get a little deep + philosophical if im in the mood, but v rarely. i can be a bit chaotic most of the time + i often am not able to tell when i should stop cracking jokes/being silly 🤭 but my friends are always good about telling me it's time to get serious !!

- i'd do anything for my friends + family, am extremely loyal.

- when i'm w others, i'm usually the life of the party !! i'm always cracking jokes or saying/doing stupid shit. but i also enjoy my alone time + i'm just as silly when i'm by myself !! (i talk to myself when i'm alone is that weirddd)

- hobbies include working out, sitting out in the sun, taking care of my plants (to the best of my abilities, i managed to kill all of my patio plants at the same exact time), being anywhere near the water/beach, cooking, + studying because im in med school !!

muchas gracia, miel 💕

𝖒𝖆𝖙𝖈𝖍𝖚𝖕 𝖙𝖗𝖆𝖉𝖊 𝖜/ @bokutosbiceps

✧༺♥༻∞

alicia, my love! i hope you enjoy your matchups! i thought long and hard about them. i'm sure you'll be able to tell what kind of ship dynamics i prefer, teehee.

╰┈➤ okay! from one piece, i ship you with zoro!

* ˚ ♥ okay, now hear me out. i don't think i've ever heard you mention his name before, but let me tell you something, let me tell you something! you two? would make a power couple.

* ˚ ♥ from an outside perspective, think pretty princess and her guard dog. people would already find you a little intimidating, mainly because you have a mature air about you and seem assured of yourself. definitely not one to take bs, and people can tell.

* ˚ ♥ but after one look at zoro, who likes to stand right behind you and smirk, probably with a hand in your back pocket or an index finger linked around your belt loop-- it becomes clear that you are not to be fucked with.

* ˚ ♥ despite the scary guard dog persona, zoro definitely lets you fight your own battles. he's standing on the sidelines with a proud grin. whether you're staring someone down or beating some marine's ass, he's glad to witness every instance. finds it incredibly sexy that you're so capable and confident. ...let anyone touch you, though, and it's a different story. consider their ass dead. zoro would handle it.

* ˚ ♥ first impressions are discarded quickly once it becomes clear that you two are just a pair of goobers. for the purposes of this ship, i am restoring zoro's funnybone. yes, i can do that. zoro can be silly. and you, mi amor, definitely bring it out of him. and it's so. so. cute. make a joke about anyone, anyone (besides chopper), and he'll bark out a laugh so loud the birds fly away.

* ˚ ♥ but of course, he's not free from your jokes, either. he pretends to be annoyed by your quips and teasings. grumbles that you're 'disrupting his nap' when you're sitting by his side on the deck, laughing up a storm at his expense. but should you try to leave, his arms'll latch around you quick, pulling you into him.

* ˚ ♥ naps in the sun. often. you bring your study material when you spot him lying on the deck, basking in a sunspot. you always study for as long as you can until you fall asleep, too.

* ˚ ♥ you also work out together! it's cathartic, really. whether you're doing cardio, yoga, or lifting weights, zoro pushes you. he makes a great spotter. and when you get tired, zoro lets you sit cross-legged on his back while he does push-ups. you guys have really insightful conversations like that, actually. you chatting about whatever's on your mind, and zoro grunting out replies in between his pants.

* ˚ ♥ you both appreciate those moments, working out together in the crow's nest. for a few reasons. zoro appreciates that it's an enclosed space, away from the rest of your peeping crewmates. he especially appreciates the look of you in your tight work-out clothes, breathing heavily and dripping with sweat ;)

but really, zoro appreciates everything about you.

✧༺♥༻∞

moving on to your next matchup! and the matchup i love the most, actually. i just think it's cute >.<

╰┈➤ from jujustu kaisen, i ship you with nanami!

* ˚ ♥ i can't lie, i am quite happy with this pairing. you might be thinking right now that this ship will have a similar dynamic to you and zoro, but i get completely different vibes from you and mr. nanami kento.

* ˚ ♥ in this ship, i'm thinking the dynamic would be tired x the one good thing in the world. in other words, nanami x you. i like the idea of you being a nonsorcerer. we all know that nanami craves normalcy. screw the bakery girl, you give him that. you, who he probably found studying at a coffee shop or something. hastily scribbling vocabulary terms on flashcards, sipping on a lukewarm cup of coffee.

* ˚ ♥ the doorbell jingles as nanami walks in and your gaze wanders to the door, where the broad blond stands. and you can't see his eyes behind his weird ass glasses, but you're pretty sure they're pinned on you. you look away as he orders whatever he came in for, but then a few minutes pass and an employee plops a muffin in front of you, canting their head at the blond. he bought you a muffin. and it's a sweet, simple gesture that means a lot to you, because you're a broke college student and really shouldn't be spending money on coffee in the first place.

* ˚ ♥ and, as the poets say, the rest is history. i think nanami is at first fascinated by you, maybe even a little envious, because you're a strong, beautiful woman with aspirations and struggles unrelated to fighting curses. learning about you is like peering through a locked window, imagining what life could be like without his burdens.

* ˚ ♥ that fascination steadily turns to admiration. because you intend to spend the rest of your life doing what you can to save people, or help people, or make life a little easier for others, and it genuinely stuns him. it's a different flavor from the jaded outlook of jujutsu sorcerers, who fight curses not because they want to, but because they have to.

* ˚ ♥ your relationship with nanami would be the definition of domestic bliss. oh, you crack your jokes and probably tease him as well, but nanami only ever hums in assent. occasionally deadpans a response he knows will fluster you. he likes listening to you talk, listening to you laugh. it brightens up his lifeless apartment.

* ˚ ♥ your schedule is busy, as you're in med school and all, but that just makes every moment you share with nanami sweeter. he treasures every second he gets to share with you. gets somehow even more stringent about his work hours, because a minute working overtime is a minute he spends away from you.

* ˚ ♥ when your schedules align, the two of you cook together. and it's always a wholesome, efficient affair. the food always comes out delicious, meals switching between nanami's fancies and your own preferences. it's the perfect blend of creativity, warmth, and mundanity, and cooking together definitely becomes a love language between the two of you.

* ˚ ♥ dining together is also a treat. your savory, homecooked meals usually paired with free-flowing conversation and a hearty glass of wine. afterwards, nanami always insists you take home the leftovers, and well, you can't really deny him, can you?

* ˚ ♥ you're over at nanami's so often that you start to leave some of your belongings there. one day you knock on his door with a big smile, arms full of greenery. it's some of your plants, you explain, 'to brighten up the place!' but it's more than that, and you both know it. it's the promise of a future shared—together. nanami ends up taking better care of the plants than you do, but hey. it's all part of your charm! ^-^

and nanami is incredibly charmed by you.

✧༺♥༻∞

#here you go alicia <3 #this was a lot of fun #zoro gif by @/quisieralejarme #nanami gif by @/hayakaws #matchups!

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nsomniacsdream · 1 year

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Grott the gargoyle was enjoying the luxurious sun pouring down into his grotto (A convenience store back lot) when the call to adventure came. A letter, to be specific. A letter from a woman he knew as a child, Jerrica, who had become a schoolteacher for a local kindergarten. Jerrica had been a cool kid, didn't try to pull his tail or whine about his wings meant he should be able to fly her around. They hadn't so much kept in touch as she did occasionally drop by to get him a box of donuts and help him pull an iguana out of the storm drain (they did that all the time, something about that stormdrain was like iguana catnip). Jerrica was very politely asking his assistance in providing some animal learning for her class. After he chewed it over with a pizza crust, He was sure he knew exactly what he should do. So he started a lap of his grotto, talking to each of the best behaved animals that lived in the lot. An iguana named Gene, a python named Pit, and a baby gator that just wouldn't stay in the canals, Kevin. The next morning, he packed them all in a radio flyer wagon and started down the block wearing his nicest vest (he stuck with vests because they wouldn't bind down his wings after he ripped the armpit seams.) This particular one was khaki and made him think of steve irwin.

Jerrica greeted Grott at the door, and pet his cowlick down and kissed the sides of his snout. "Thank you so much for coming! The kids were so excited when I told them I knew an actual gargoyle!" Grott handed Gene to Jerrica with an admonition to behave himself. Pit and Kevin curled around Grotts arms and all three were set down on a table in front of the classroom. Grott an Jerrica split a box of mixed donuts and some coffee. Before you knew it, the kids were filing in, all flapping signed permission slips at Ms. Benton. They couldn't help themselves from oohing and aahing over the first gargoyle they had ever met. Grott felt glad that he could meet all these kids and leave a good impression. Ambassadorial status was a priviledge and a burden sometimes. In the meantime, Kevin had made his way onto Ms. Bentons desk and gotten into a threat display fight with a staple remover after already losing one with the stapler. Gene had slid down on a sun puddle at the corner of the table and was basking. Pit had managed to snag a donut and gotten it stuck behind his head after he wiggled thru the donut's hole. It wasn't a problem yet, but he kept sneezing from all the powdered sugar on it. As all the kids had arrived and been settled into their beanbags, Grott loosed Kevin on the floor and told him to stay out of trouble. Gene wokeup with a start as Grott scooped him up and carried him draped along his arm up to the first row of children. "Do you kids know what this animal is?" There were several timid voices that said "lizard" or "florida puppy". "This is a green iguana, even tho you can see he's not all green. This is Gene. He lives near me, he's a good guy. But the green iguana is an invasive species here. They're originally from central and south america, but came here on boats full of food. Iguanas are cold blooded, which means he can't keep his own body warm, so you'll usually see them laying out in the sun. Gene is a nice guy, but he gets excited, so I'm not gonna pass him around or anything." Grott handed Gene the Iguana to Jerrica, who placed him gently back into the sunlight coming through the window. Gene blinked a few times then huffed and laid on his tail, falling asleep. "The next animal is one that a lot of people find scary, so I'm going to tell you about him first. Burmese pythons are a kind of snake. They started living here in the late 70s, but they're also invasive. They've spread throughout almost the entire state. Burmese pythons can be very big, and that scares people, but they're almost never a threat to people. They only attack if they don't have any other options. So don't approach them in the wild, if they get cornered, they might attack to be able to escape. Pit here is a really good guy, look how big his eyes are! they hunt at twilight so they see really well in the dark. And do you see these little pits along his mouth? He can see heat with those. So when a warm food is in a cold shadow, he can still see them!" Pit was winding himself back and forth between ms. Benton's arms behind Grott, and the kids were mesmerized. Pit was enjoying all the attention but he was also getting a little wiggly because he was excited. "Pythons are also cold blooded! They like to curl up where it's warm. Don't bother them, because they can be jumpy if you spook them." Grott turned and found Pit even with his face. Pit slid forward and curled himself around Grott's horns, which were cooler than the surrounding room and would help him cool down and calm himself. Grott looked like a Gorgon a little bit, with his stony looking skin and snake on his head.

"I have one last friend here to meet you today. Kevin is a little alligator. Alligators are some of the Oldest species in the world, and they haven't changed a whole lot in the whole time. They're very well adapted to their environment (shallow water with low visibility)." Kevin, hearing Grott talk about him, had run from under the table and was strutting back and forth in front of the kids. Kevin loved when people talked about him, since he loved himself so much. Grott stepped forward and swept Kevin back a little bit from the kids. "Alligators can be Very dangerous. Even Kevin here will get much larger and will try to eat anything that he can catch that fits in his mouth. So never approach an alligator. Kevin is super cute and has a nice singing voice" and at this point Keven started squeakign at the top of his little lungs "but he is still full of teeth and bites without really thinking about it." The kids all lined up, and got to pet Gene's back, tickle Pit's chin (if they wanted to), and scratch Kevin's back and tail while he squeaked his happiest squeaks. Some of the kids tried to squeak along and it got really loud, with all the squeaking and laughing. Kevin got overstimulated and started barking at kids who got too close, so Grott felt it was about time for everyone to pack up and head home. Jerrica helped, and the kids were asking questions the entire time, and some of them asked to touch his wings, and were surprised that he was softer than he looked. Grott was pretty worn out, after the wagon pull here, and talking in front of an audience is never easy, althought Grott preferred children, they were more open about learning about things before they judged them. Pit had slid himself down into a groove in Grott's vest adn was pressed up against his ribs, keeping himself warm. Gene was dead asleep, and Kevin was still trying to get another chorus of squeaking going. Jerrica offered Grott a hug, being careful not to squish Pit, and a lot of the kids lined up for hugs too. By the time Grott was able to get back on his way to the Grotto, the sun was already going down. There was no traffic on the sidewalks, so they made good time, and Kevin jumped out of the wagon at one point when a pigeon was strutting by. But finally he made it back to the brightly lit lot and slid Pit around the Power Transformer for warmth, and Gene went on top, fo rhe same reason. Kevin wasn't ready to settle down, so he ran around the lot croaking and trying to catch any birds that landed (he managed to snag a seagull, but it was too big and pulled itself free and flew away). Grott went inside and got a beef jerky and cheese stick pack, and settled into the hammock he had strung between a tree and a light pole. Listening to Kevin sing about how scary and big he was, Grott fell asleep.

#Grott is owned by @Somethingusefulfromflorida

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