#i tried them on and they fit nicely 😌

[bluebeary-jay]

How easy you are to need

Joel Miller x f!Reader

Summary: Joel notices that the peaceful life in Jackson has its consequences. he is not happy about it (based on this wonderful ask!)

Tags: TONS OF ANGST, but also FLUFF, established relationship, ahh intrusive thoughts (how much i hate them), Joel is probably ooc but i don't care anymore, also he's soft and insecure and vulnerable

Warnings: body dismorphia and lots of self-loathing on Joel's side, at one (two?) points borderline on smut ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) hihihi, swearing, drinking (just mentioned), suggestive stuff bc apparently i can't help myself 😌

Word count: 8K ! (8028 specifically woah)

A/N: the next fic will definitely be shorter bc i really need to start caring less about the quality of my work, it takes way too long for my liking. buuut anyway as always 🎶i hope yall will like it🎶 this is my birthday gift for you guys 💕

Joel looked at himself in the mirror with furrowed brows.

He pulled in his stomach and tried to zip his pants. It still fit, but barely. He undid the zip, turned to the side and looked at his reflection again, just to make sure.

Yeah. This pair was definitely loose until a while ago.

He glanced at the door, but didn’t hear you coming, so he sighed and looked in the mirror again. Joel was never particularly muscular, but he could no longer see those thin lines which accentuated his torso before. There was also a bit of fat above the hem of his jeans, and his frame seemed somehow heavier…

Good thing his left ear was directed to the door, because he heard the moment the water in the shower stopped running, which meant you were coming back from the bathroom. Joel spared himself one last wary look and zipped up his pants before turning around to your shared bed where his shirt lay discarded.

He was putting his arms into the sleeves when you entered. A couple of light steps, and then Joel smiled when he felt your arms wrapping around his torso. He glanced over his shoulder at you.

“You took your sweet time in the shower,” he pointed out, and he could feel your smile when you pressed your face to his back.

“We finally have hot water, so I’m gonna use it every chance I get.”

“You left some for me?”

You huffed a laugh and went around him, moving his hands away and starting to button his shirt yourself.

“There would be, if you took a shower with me.”

“Next time, sweetheart,” he chuckled and leaned in to kiss your forehead softly, combing his fingers through your wet hair. He hummed. “Your hair smells nice.”

“It’s that shampoo Ellie didn’t want.” You shook your head with a smile. “I have no idea why, it’s fantastic.”

You buttoned up the last button and smoothed your palms over his chest and down, lastly resting them on his waist. Internally Joel furrowed his eyebrows, wondering if he could always feel this fold when you put your hands in that place.

“You look handsome,” you whispered, looking up at him with twinkling eyes and such a soft, love-struck expression on your face that Joel felt his throat constricting. Everything but the sight of you faded from his mind, and he joined his hands behind your back, pulling you closer into his chest and basking in this precious smile you blessed him with. “Especially with the bed hair.”

“It’s your doin’, you know,” he murmured in response, nudging your nose with his and reminiscing how you tugged and raked your nails through his hair the night before. “You gotta be careful with it, sweet girl. If you continue doin’ it, m’gonna go bald soon.”

You hummed noncommittally and leaned against his chest, standing on your tip-toes. “I’ll take it under consideration. No promises, though.”

Joel lifted his hand to the back of your neck and kissed you slowly, reveling in the soft sigh that left your lips. You rested your palm above his heart, leaning forward to the point that you would fall over if he wasn’t supporting your weight.

But Joel held you tight and close to his body, gladly steadying you as you deepened the kiss, once again tugging on his graying hair in that way he adored. He wanted to tease you about it, but his thoughts strayed to the image of his body again when you lowered your hand from his chest to his side.

“You remember that tonight is this party?” you asked suddenly, pulling him out of his thoughts. Joel gave up pondering about his physique and sighed heavily at your question, pressing his forehead to yours.

“Yeah, I remember. Regrettably.”

“I don’t want to go, either,” you whispered with guilt, as if someone would hear you both. “But Tommy really wanted us to come and… Just don’t make me go alone.”

“Hey, darlin’.” Joel took your face in his hands and looked deeply into your eyes. “I promised, didn’t I? M’not gonna leave you there on your own.” He leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to your lips, smiling against them. “And mind you, I gotta make sure no one will try to seduce and steal you away from me.”

You giggled, and you were standing so close that Joel could feel your eyelashes tickling his skin. He held you close when you tried to take a step back, and your lips collided again.

“That is the one thing you don’t need to ever worry about,” you murmured quietly into the space between you two. “How could I even look at other people when I have you all to myself?”

Joel’s reflection in the mirror flashed across his mind again and a small wave of uncertainty rippled through him, but it quickly disappeared when you opened your eyes and looked at him with this raw love radiating from them. Your every word, every affectionate gesture only confirmed his conviction that you meant every word you said.

So why did he still feel so uncertain?

*****

Life in Jackson was perfect. Considering the state of the world right now, living here was like winning a lottery.

Joel had a lot to be thankful for, he was well aware of that. No longer had he any fears or sense of guilt about going to sleep and leaving you and Ellie defenseless if something were to happen. He didn’t have to count rations anymore, worrying that the kid would be forced to march all day hungry. There was now no need to keep a watchful eye for new clothes if someone’s worn off, ripped or got soaked from walking in the rain, posing a threat of you or Ellie catching a cold.

Back in Boston it wasn’t much different, though he and you had at least a bed to sleep in, as uncomfortable as it was. But there was never enough food for all those people Fedra kept there, and the winters were cold as hell, leaving at least one of you a bit sick every year.

None of those things were keeping him awake at night anymore. The only people he had to take care of – you and Ellie – were safe and comfortable. None of you had to starve or freeze, and you all didn’t have to continue walking across the country for days and days without end, struggling to survive.

Maybe that was the problem.

Joel wasn’t stupid. He knew that those luxuries he had an access to now were at the root of his problem. Before you all settled in Jackson, you were constantly on the move, fighting for your lives in one way or another, so of course he was… leaner and more fit back then. It was never something he paid attention to, though, never something he concerned himself with.

But now you three were living here, surrounded by more people than Joel could count, and he couldn’t help but… notice things about them.

Especially about all those men and women who looked at you in a different way.

Due to the nature of the party Tommy invited them to – mainly consisting of dancing and talking in the biggest bar in Jackson – Joel had a lot of time to ponder about his situation, all while nursing his drink and looking at you from across the room with his elbows resting on the table.

You were chatting with one of your friends near the counter, laughing and smiling so beautifully. No matter where Joel’s eyes strayed, they always came back to your person, as if you were the moon against the pitch black sky, reflecting some imperceptible light.

Some guy he knew by sight – Chuck? Bart? – walked up and tapped you on the shoulder, and from what Joel could tell, he was offering you a drink. He was standing way too close, though, and you took a step closer to your friend, shaking your head. Chuck – or Bart – persisted for another half a minute, but eventually shrugged and shuffled off, his movements tense.

Joel didn’t move. He knew from experience that you’d let him know if you needed his help.

As if sensing his gaze, you turned your head and sent him a radiant smile. He mirrored it, lifting his glass slightly like he was toasting you, which made you do the same before resuming the conversation with your friend.

His smile disappeared as soon as you stopped looking at him. Joel sighed and rubbed his eyes with his fingers, feeling a headache coming from the dull lights and loud chatter all around.

It were moments like this when it hit him just how old he was compared to you.

You were a sweet, young thing. Funny, sharp, drop-dead gorgeous… No wonder some people were seeking your attention. That guy was just one of the half a dozen he saw or heard about since you moved to Jackson.

Joel knew you were a loyal sort – God, he knew that, he knew you for so long now – but every time he saw you talking to someone else, his treacherous mind started to wonder if he wasn’t somehow keeping you chained to his person.

It was probably alcohol talking, but Lord, if he wasn’t reminded of how old he was compared to you every time he saw you next to your peers. You still had so much life ahead of you, and he was pushing sixty, for fuck’s sake. Before long he’ll be old and decrepit, unable to bring something useful to the table or help you in any way, and you’d still be as pretty as ever, trapped in a relationship with an old man.

For example, that guy – Chuck, or whomever – was way closer to your age, had handsome features, and Joel knew for a fact he was working at tree felling, so he had to be muscular, too.

Joel was once, too. Once.

He subtly ran his hand across his stomach under the jacket, his brows furrowed, and leaned back on the bench to get rid of those damned fat folds.

He sighed and downed the rest of the liquor in his glass, trying very hard not to think about it, not to put himself down like that and let those cruel thoughts fester in his mind, but no matter what, he couldn’t stop comparing himself to this guy, and also… how you looked next to him.

Shit. What if he was doing you more harm than good by continuing to stay with you?

“I could pickpocket you and you wouldn’t notice.”

Joel looked up, abruptly pulled out of his thoughts. You were standing over his table with your head tilted and still that beaming smile on your face.

“What are you thinking about, handsome?”

He opened his mouth, glanced in the direction of the bar, and closed it. There was no sign of any of the people you just talked with.

“Nothin’,” he replied, maybe a little too dryly, so he quickly changed the subject. “You havin’ fun?”

“Yeah, it’s nicer than I thought.” You looked around and then spotted the empty glass on the table in front of him. “Do you want me to bring you another one?”

“No, there’s no need,” he grumbled, but you had already put your drink down and sent him a wink.

“I'll be right back, baby.”

Joel hissed your name but you just looked over your shoulder with a smirk, swinging your hips provocatively to the music and ignoring him completely. He sighed heavily, slumping in his seat.

He needed to get his shit together. Fuck his insecurities, he didn’t want to take his frustration out on you when you were nothing but a ray of sunshine in his life, always so good and affectionate.

Joel’s thoughts came to a sudden stop when he searched for you in the crowd and noticed another man, this time one he didn’t know, swinging his arm over your shoulders while you waited at the bar. He tried to read your body language from here, but you didn’t seem particularly uncomfortable with the man’s actions. Joel furrowed his brows, a pit of uncertainty forming in his stomach again... but then you threw the man’s heavy limb off your shoulders and went back to Joel’s table as soon as you got the drink.

“Thanks, darlin’,” he murmured, taking a large gulp despite telling himself earlier that he was done drinking for today. “Were you okay back there?” He pointed his chin towards the bar.

You sat down next to him and smiled innocently. “Whatever do you mean?”

Joel knew you long enough to recognize when you were teasing him, and he smirked despite the doubts swirling in his mind.

“Was that guy givin’ you any trouble?” he asked lazily, deciding to play along.

“Would you beat the shit out of him if I said yes?” you asked with your eyebrows raised, and Joel shrugged, acting nonchalant.

“Probably.”

You giggled and bumped his shoulder with yours playfully.

“Then no. Peter’s a good guy. Just a little,” you seemed to be looking for the right word, “uhm, persistent.” When Joel sent you a dubious look, you rolled your eyes and made a face. “He’s politely hitting on me, but doesn’t get that I’m not interested. He works at the same place I do.”

“If he keeps makin’ you uncomfortable, that’s not very polite.” You squinted at him and Joel lifted his hands in fake surrender. “M’not sayin’ anythin’. You can take care of yourself, I know that.”

You hummed melodically and glanced at the bar, then back at Joel. Then back at the bar again where that Peter guy stood. Joel noticed you biting the inside of your cheek, so he gently nudged your knee with his.

“What’s on your mind, sweet girl?”

“Maybe you could help me make it clear that I’m taken?” you blurted out quickly, making him crack a smile and chuckle under his breath.

It was so very easy to forget about all the problems in the world when you were there, sitting right next to him and warming his soul and body with your mere presence.

“Come ‘ere,” he breathed and tugged you gently to sit on his lap. You faltered, but he gave your hand another light tug, and finally you let him guide you, putting one arm around his shoulders and making yourself comfortable.

Joel’s hand mindlessly went to rest on your thigh and he rubbed it comfortingly. That Peter guy, as he noted with satisfaction, was staring right back at you, eyeing the way your body was pressed flush against Joel’s with a twisted face.

Once the eyes of the both men met, Joel leaned in and kissed your neck, keeping eye contact the entire time. Peter turned away, taking a large swig from his glass.

Joel felt your muscles relaxing, and you giggled adorably next to his ear at his antics, hiding your neck between your shoulders when he nibbled at your skin lightly. Then your hand covered his, the one lying on your thigh, and stroked his skin lovingly.

Maybe Joel was keeping you chained somehow. Then again, he was but a selfish creature after all. He didn’t know if he could bring himself to ever truly let you go.

*****

The next few days – which then turned into weeks – Joel spent wondering. Mostly about what to do with his predicaments.

He had a couple of them.

The first problem was the nights. They became more difficult since he noticed… details about himself that weren’t there before, and which bothered him more and more with each day.

Joel used to love the nightfall, especially since you all settled in Jackson. In those evening hours no one bothered him, he could finally relax, spend some time alone with you, and later collapse on the bed to get a good-night sleep.

Well, not anymore.

The bedtime unexpectedly became the most stressful one for him. He was so fucking mad at himself, because laying down and having a chance to hold you in his arms was something he treasured for the longest time, but now his own insecurities stood in a way of it.

You loved cuddling and being close to him in your sleep, and Joel was never bothered by it – hell, he initiated those moments more often than not. But now he started noticing more and more how this layer of fat on his stomach moved and looked like when you draped your arm around him or snuggled closer to his chest, and it became all he could think about.

It bothered Joel so much that he started wearing a t-shirt to bed, even though he hated it with all his passion. When you asked about it, he lied that he’s cold, but in reality he was always sweaty by morning. It didn’t seem to make any difference to you, though, and you didn’t shy away from pressing your body close to his, and even slipping your hands under his shirt when you were spooning him. Some days Joel was waking up with you lying on his chest or having your arm slung across his belly, and every time it caused a lump in his throat.

He knew you didn’t mean anything bad by it – for God’s sake, you probably didn’t even have any idea that he had a problem with himself – but what once was a wonderful start of the day, now became a bitter reminder of all those things he was insecure about.

Recently he built a habit of waking up before you – he did it often before, but he always stayed in bed and waited for you to open your eyes, too – and carefully disentangling himself from your embrace. It wasn’t like it didn’t feel wonderful to be enveloped by you in this way, but once he stirred awake, lying still was a herculean task. No matter how much he tried to ignore it, his skin was itching and buzzing, he was sweating from nerves and a lot of horrible, self-depriving thoughts were flooding his mind.

So once he woke up, he’d go take a shower, trying to be a little bit louder than necessary in hopes that you’d already be awake when he gets back – so that he wouldn’t feel so guilty about not laying back down next to you.

The second of his problems was that you began to watch him more closely.

He didn’t know when it started happening, but in hindsight he realized it was just a matter of time – he was acting weird, after all, and you knew him too well not to notice anything.

A couple of times in the last few days only, Joel caught you staring at him in silence. Your eyes were solemn and your forehead sad, though you were quick to smile and act like nothing was amiss as soon as he turned your way.

You must have known something was wrong, but Joel didn’t ask about it. Honestly, with all that was happening in his own head, he didn’t want to know.

But at the same time it was as if nothing odd was happening. You were your usual self, a blessing in Joel’s life, and you still sought to be close to him and spend as much time together as possible. You still told him you loved him, surprised him with unexpected gestures of affection…

Just like today – you hugged him from behind while he was dressing up, started kissing his shoulders so tenderly and murmuring sweet nothings into his skin… In those moments Joel could almost forget about everything that was nagging him. It was easy to believe that you still liked the way he looked, that he was deserving of you, when you treated him with nothing but overwhelming love.

But the itch in the back of his mind never really disappeared. Even though he wanted it to.

Those thoughts filled his mind while you were sitting on his lap, telling him some story from work in a soft voice. You two were at Tommy’s, waiting for him to get back from helping his wife with something, and the day was so beautiful that you all went out onto the patio in front of the house to enjoy the unusually warm weather for this time of the year.

Joel’s hand was on your thigh, stroking it absentmindedly, while he nodded to whatever you were saying, but for the life of him, he could not focus.

Has your physique changed as well? Joel didn’t care about those things, of course, and in his eyes you were as breathtaking as ever – maybe even more, since so many of your worries disappeared and he got to see your smile more often. And you still felt perfect under his hands when he was holding you at night, still looked like a goddess every time he got to admire your naked body.

But even though he wouldn’t have cared either way if you gained some weight or looked any different, his body still bothered him.

You rested your head on his shoulder, and Joel fixed his attention to the wind-blown tree crowns in the distance.

Maybe he should start exercising.

Joel never liked the idea of waking up early and running down the streets in a sweat-soaked t-shirt, or going to the gym where everyone seems to stare and judge you, but it was never necessary.

With how much traveling, heavy-lifting and working he had to do, he never concerned himself with the way he looked. Hell, these things are the last on your mind when you’re fighting for your life in this god-forsaken world. But here, in Jackson, it was different. Life was good, and you were happy. And as stupid as it sounded for him, Joel wanted to look good for you.

Maybe he should ask Maria to assign him to extra patrols. He already volunteered for the morning ones, but perhaps…

“You’re quiet.”

Joel didn’t realize you stopped telling your story. He pressed his lips together and his hand on your thigh stilled.

“Sorry.”

“No need for that,” you reassured him quickly. Then you cupped his cheeks and lifted his head gently. “I don’t mean ‘now’, though, I mean… lately, in general.” Your eyes were flickering across his face, like you were hoping to read the answer from his features. “Is there something you wanna talk about?”

No. Hell no. It was bad enough that Joel himself was aware of his issue, he didn’t want to make it even more noticeable by pointing it out to you.

Which reminded him – he moved his torso away from you only a few millimeters.

“No, babygirl,” he answered. He brushed some hair behind your ear, smiling softly even though inside he despised himself for lying to you. “Everythin’s fine.”

You didn’t seem convinced and still were studying his face with concern. Joel resumed petting your thigh, wanting to put you at ease. He could worry about himself, but he didn’t need to concern you with his problems, too.

“I promise,” he added. “Don’t worry your pretty little head about it.”

That look in your eyes didn’t disappear, but you hummed and dropped your hands. It didn’t take a genius to know you didn’t believe him.

“If you say so,” you answered at last, and then covered his hand on your leg with your own. “But remember you can talk to me whenever you want. About anything.”

Jesus, your kindness was only confirming his concerns if he was the right person for you. Joel shook his head with a crooked smile.

“You’re gettin’ sappy.”

“It’s because I’m worried,” you shot back without skipping a beat, swatting at his chest with the back of your hand. “And you’re not making it any easier.”

“There’s nothin’ for you to worry about,” he repeated, trying to keep the irritation out of his voice. But he failed.

You pressed your lips together and then made a move to get up from his lap without a word. Joel held onto you delicately, not letting you stand up.

“Wait, darlin’,” he sighed, rubbing his eyes with his fingers. “Didn’t mean to say it that way. I just… feel tired. Sorry.”

Your eyes softened when you took in the regret and weariness on his face. Joel felt your fingertips on his jaw, but before you could question him further, Tommy returned from the inside of the house with a grin.

“Age is a heavy burden, eh, ol’ dog?” he teased, apparently having heard the last bit of their conversation. The younger Miller placed three bottles of beer on the table, and winked at you. “That’s just how it is for us now. Enjoy your youth while you still can, punk.”

Joel felt a sharp jab in his ribs, not unlike being stabbed. He couldn’t find it in himself to look at his brother, less alone laugh at his teasing.

Of course Tommy didn’t mean anything bad by it, but his words were just a bitter reminder of the ever-present pit of Joel’s stomach.

The weight of you on his lap suddenly felt a lot lighter, and he himself felt so, so very heavy and tired.

Old.

Joel could feel your eyes boring into his face, but a second later you turned to Tommy, taking the burden of filling the uncomfortable silence.

“It’s already started for me. Sometimes I feel like my bones want to kill me prematurely.”

“M’sure Joel won’t let that happen. He’d fight your skeleton if you said it’s botherin’ you.”

You snorted and shook your head, but your smile faltered when you turned to Joel again. He almost broke down right then and there from the guilt and tightness in his chest.

And the dark feeling inside him just grew when your eyes stayed sad and concerned for the rest of the day.

*****

It had to end.

Joel could no longer pretend everything was alright like he wasn’t dying on the inside every time you did as much as hold his hand. He felt horrible about lying, avoiding spending time together and denying you affection he knew you so loved receiving.

If he was being honest with himself, he wanted this affection, too. Undisturbed with self-doubts and guilt.

He fucking craved it.

Those last few weeks, his evenings were mostly spent away from you and the warmth of your shared home. The nights, on the other hand, when he would sneak in and quietly lay down next to you (but just a little further away), became full of intrusive thoughts and wallowing in self-loathing.

No matter what excuse he came up with, you were persistent in holding and being close to him during the night, and Joel discovered that the only way to prevent you from doing it was to come to bed after you’ve already fallen asleep.

But it was a damn torture.

The worst part was when he was coming home to the sight of you lying amongst the tangled sheets and blankets in his bed. No matter if you were drooling or a pillow has imprinted itself on your cheek, every time this sight made Joel weak in the knees. You looked like a gorgeous, priceless painting, and it pained him to disrupt your rest with his arrival.

He tried to volunteer for evening patrols, because then he’d have a real reason to come home late, but not only Maria didn’t want to pair him with anyone during those hours – she also suspended him from all patrols whatsoever. Joel was understandably furious, but the damn woman threatened to tell Tommy about it if he kept being ‘a stubborn pain in her ass’. She sent him back home, murmuring something about spending more time with you, which he tried to pretend he hadn’t heard.

Joel sighed, sitting up on the edge of the bed and hiding his face in his hand.

If Maria of all people could see that there were some problems in your and Joel’s relationship, then you had to notice, too.

Christ, he was the worst.

Joel didn’t want to push you away, of course not. He wanted to stay with you more than anything, but that desire did nothing to diminish the guilt suffocating him. For some time, he felt like the luckiest man alive, having the privilege to call you his and every day come home to you. But now with all those little things he started to notice, he felt like a fraud.

It wasn’t even about him not deserving you anymore – it was that you didn’t deserve this fucking treatment he was giving you these past few weeks.

Fuck, he had to tell you the truth. About the patrols, sneaking out, distancing himself, all of it. He couldn’t bear lying to you a day longer.

Joel stood up and pulled his sweaty t-shirt over his head. He wrinkled his nose at the smell and patted himself under his armpits and on the back, then reached for a clean one.

He’ll figure it out. He just needed some time to come up with a way to–

“Morning, handsome.”

Joel flinched and turned around quickly, not having realized you were awake, but whatever excuse he had in mind, it fell dead on his lips.

You stretched with a groan, reaching one arm high above your head and rubbing your eyes with the other hand. A sleepy smile danced on your lips when you looked back at him with sparkles in your slightly puffy eyes, and Joel didn’t have any other word to describe you than ‘ethereal’.

“What are you doing?” you asked groggily, relaxing against the pillow and looking him up and down.

“Uhmm…” he hesitated, clutching the t-shirt that was in need of washing close to his chest. His gaze was drawn to the window. “Goin’ out, actually. I’ve got some work…”

“No, you don’t,” you interrupted him and swung off the covers from his side of the bed. “Get back here.”

Joel looked at you with surprise.

“What?”

“You heard me, Miller. Get your ass back on the bed.”

He crumpled the shirt in his hands, hesitating, but his eyes softened as soon as he looked back at you and your raised eyebrows – like you were challenging him to just try and refuse you.

But how could he, when you looked so pretty lying in his bed and demanding to have him close to you? How could he ever deny you anything?

With a defeated sigh, Joel started putting the t-shirt back on, but the sound of you humming in protest stopped him. Your face was grumpy when he glanced up.

“Nah. No shirt.” You extended your hand in his direction, making a grabbing motion. “Come here.”

Joel didn’t move. “Why?”

You rolled your eyes and dramatically flopped down onto the pillows, looking up at him with an adorable pout.

“Because it’s been a long time since I got a chance to admire my handsome, sexy man,” you answered with sincerity, and then grinned. “Now come here. If you ditch your shirt, I’ll consider ditching mine.”

He still didn’t move. You were patient, but when it became clear that he wasn’t going to do anything, you sent him a small, sweet smile. “If you get cold again, I promise to do something about it, love.”

Joel physically felt his heart softening at your words and at the sight of you.

With a silent sigh – and only a split second of hesitation – he took off the t-shirt and quickly laid down on his back next to you. He felt a bile rise in his throat, though he had no idea why, and it became almost choking when you shifted closer to him, putting one hand on his chest.

“You’ve deprived me of this beautiful view for too long,” you whispered, kissing the place below his collarbone, and then going up to the base of his neck. “I missed seeing you like this.”

“There’s nothin’ to miss,” Joel muttered, not moving a single muscle. He had his hands entwined on his stomach and to look in your direction was the biggest effort anyone could demand from him now. “We sleep next to each other every night, sweetheart.”

“You know what I mean,” you breathed into his neck, leaving love bites wherever your lips strayed. “You’re going out so early these days. And you work late.”

“Patrols,” Joel grunted with gritted teeth, his muscles tense and breathing ragged as your warm palm caressed his waist. “Sorry.”

“You work too hard, love.” You sat up and swung one of your legs over his lap. Joel actually shivered when you took his hands in your own and placed them on your hips. “Let me help you relax.”

Oh, fuck.

Jesus fucking Christ, Joel was sure he was going to drop dead at any second now.

“Darlin’…” he began, but you made a noise in your throat and leaned in to kiss him deeply, pressing your body to his. Joel loved when you initiated those moments between you two, and you looked so fucking hot sitting on top of him – but for the life of him, he could not relax.

“It hits me every once in a while how lucky I am to have you,” you whispered in such a sweet, adoring voice, like you didn’t hear him. You pressed your lips against his stubble again, igniting every inch of his skin with your touch. “Let me enjoy you. I love you so much, you know that?”

“I…”

I love you, too.

Lord, he loved you so much. Why was it so hard to return your affections, then? Why did he feel like the biggest crook by letting you love him?

Joel let out a shuddering sigh he didn’t know he was holding when you pressed your lips to the edge of his jaw, before capturing his mouth in a kiss. It was sweet, but heated at the same time and, without even thinking about it, he found himself wrapping his strong arms around you, bringing you closer to his chest. You smiled against his lips and murmured something he didn’t quite catch.

A groan escaped him when you bit his lower lip lightly, your soft palm going down, from his chest, to his stomach, down…

He couldn’t do it.

Joel abruptly rose to the sitting position and grabbed your wrist, his eyes sad and painful.

“I’m sorry, baby” he said with furrowed brows, gently setting you aside and off his lap, before standing up quickly. “I’m so sorry, babygirl, I love you, I promise, but I can’t… I don’t feel good today. I’m sorry.”

“Joel…” you started, but he shook his head, putting his t-shirt back on and turning away from you not to let you see the absolute wrecked expression on his face and wetness in his eyes.

“I’m sorry,” he kept saying, feeling like he’s about to throw up from the nerves and the burning shame. He cursed himself internally, wanting to turn around, to take your face in his hands and kiss you deeply, but he… he... “I’m so…”

All strength left him in a blink of an eye and suddenly he slumped on the bed, hiding his face in his hands. Joel desperately tried to get a grip on himself, but his chest felt so tight, and all the worry, all the guilt and fear, and self-loathing came crashing down on him all at once.

“M’sorry, darlin’,” he whispered hoarsely, his lips trembling and that damn muscle in his cheek pulsing when he felt the mattress dipping and your tentative touch on his face.

“No, no, baby, it’s alright,” you started saying quietly, trying to take his cheeks in your hands, but he didn’t let you. “Oh, Joel… Come here.”

You gently pulled him into your arms, guiding his head to rest in the crook of your neck. Joel hid his face in your skin, realizing with dread that his own shoulders were shaking.

For God���s sake, he needed to stop, he needed to put himself together and not show any weakness–

But it was you. It was your warm embrace and your loving hands brushing his hair, and your quiet whispers while you held him. It was your kindness and understanding, and stubbornness coming from love. You weren’t someone he had to hide from.

So he let you in. He let you hold him.

“Joel, please. Talk to me,” you spoke up after some time, and though your tone was soft, it somehow sounded too loud in the silence of the room. “I need to know what’s going on with you, you’re worrying me.”

“Nothin’ is goin’ on,” he answered out of habit, not even moving a muscle. “I just… fuck, sorry.”

“Stop apologizing and talk to me.” Joel pursed his lips, while you massaged his back gently. “Whatever it is, we’re gonna get through it together, okay? It’s gonna be okay, love, I promise.”

He planned on telling you. He wanted to tell you and get it off his chest, but… he wasn’t ready. Not now. Not when he broke down in front of you, for fuck’s sake.

But you deserved to know. If not to help him, then at least to make you aware of what you’ve gotten yourself into. It wasn’t fair to keep you in the dark and at arm’s length because of his absurd fears.

He wetted his lips and inhaled softly, but no words came out.

You gently lifted his head and Joel immediately squeezed his eyes shut, knowing there was no way he’d be able to say anything if he looked at you.

“You can tell me, baby,” you whispered sadly, touching the side of his face. “Anything. I promise everything will be alright.”

Joel was silent for a couple of moments, before he swallowed and took a deep breath, trying to calm down his pounding heart.

“I don’t have any extra work,” he started very quietly, so his voice wouldn’t break. “I was lyin’ to you, and I… I’m so sorry about that. I don’t get sent on any patrols now, actually…”

He shook his head and sighed heavily, faltering. He knew that wasn’t the problem, and although lying to you was one of the things he was guilty of, it wasn’t what started all of it. And you must’ve known it, too, because you kept looking at him, not saying anything.

“The thin’ is, I… God dammit,” he murmured, turning his head away from you and hiding his face in his hands, still keeping his eyes closed. “I can’t… I don’t– I have a problem with myself,” he finally blurted out, not even caring now if you understood his muffled words. “I keep…”

Fuck, man, just say it.

“I’m… I’m not as fit as I used to be,” he murmured, not moving an inch in fear that you’ll spot the wetness on his eyelashes. “I don’t want to do you harm, darlin’, keepin’ you from… Jesus, I don’t know. From livin’ your life, happily and to the fullest.”

“Joel…” You whispered with pain in your voice. “Is this what it is about?”

Joel shook his head, letting out a shuddering breath, still as quietly as he could.

“I’m old,” he said with tiredness he didn’t know he had in himself. “And you… You’re so pretty and young, I…” He lowered his forehead onto his hand, rubbing his temple. “I would like nothin’ more than to spend the rest of my life with you, darlin’. But I’m afraid I’m not… not good for you. You could do so much better–”

“Hey. Hey, none of that.” You forced his hands away from his face by cradling it in your own palms. “There’s no one else I’d rather share my days with.”

Joel just shut his eyes tighter, trying to contain the tears that started to gather in them.

“I know, sweetheart,” he whispered. “But in a couple of years I’ll be… God, I’ll be fuckin’ sixty, and you–”

“Do you really think I care about that?” you asked softly, brushing your thumbs under his eyes, but he shook his head, like you didn’t understand. “Joel, I love you more than anything in this world. And I know you love me.” He heard the faintest smile in your voice, and it made him feel so, so terrible with himself – that you were trying to make him feel better when you shouldn’t have, he shouldn’t have been another one of your worries… “So where’s the problem? I want to be with you. Only you.”

Joel pressed his lips together and before he could stop himself, he draped his arms over his lap, like he was trying to hide the evidence of his insecurities from you, even though his torso was already covered by the t-shirt.

“You’re young and beautiful,” he repeated, still unable to find strength in himself to look you in the eye. “And I’m anythin’ but. I just don’t wanna…”

Joel didn’t know what else to say.

He didn’t want you to leave. He didn’t want to spend another night apart from you. He didn’t want to push you away.

“Just don’t want you to be unhappy,” he finally murmured.

You let out something between a short chuckle and a stifled sob, and your fingers found Joel’s, still wrapped around his stomach.

“Do I look unhappy to you?” you asked, almost in disbelief. Joel finally willed himself to glance at you, if only to see for himself – which turned out to be a mistake. Your eyes were sad and teary, but not full of hurt or distaste like he feared, and you still had this faint smile on your face. He quickly turned his head away and you must’ve realized how you looked because your hold on his fingers tightened slightly. “Not right now. In general, did I ever do something to make you think I’m not happy with you?”

“No,” he answered quietly, not even having to think about it. “But it doesn’t…”

“I told you before, how can I even look at anyone else when I have you?” you spoke up when he faltered. “You’re beautiful to me, Joel, even if you don’t believe me right now. You’re amazing and kind, you’re fucking hot, and yeah, maybe you’re stubborn at times, but I love you so much, and every day I find another reason to fall for you all over again.”

Joel met your eyes again, looking for any hesitation or deceit – but he didn’t find any. As always, you were sincere in everything you said.

He realized, with another wave of tears threatening to roll down his cheeks, how much he missed your affection that he alone deprived himself from. How much he longed for this intimacy that once came so easily to him.

“M’sorry,” he muttered at last, lifting his hand to your face and trying to ignore those damn tears spilling from behind his eyelids. “Never doubted you, babygirl, but I just didn’t know how… how to tell you.”

“It’s okay, Joel,” you nuzzled your cheek into his palm, planting a kiss on the inside of his hand. “It’s alright, c’mon here.”

Not letting go of his hand, you tugged him gently and leaned back on the pillows. With great effort he refrained from fighting you, and instead let you pull him down, laying his head on your chest.

And in an instant, everything was alright again. The moment Joel heard your heartbeat under his ear and felt your gentle hands on the nape of his neck and his back… it was like coming home. This feeling of warmth spreading across his limbs made him feel safe for the first time in weeks.

It was so long since he fully let you hold him.

Maybe that’s what he’s been missing.

“I adore you, Joel Miller,” you whispered into the top of his head, holding him close to your heart. “All of you, and just the way you are.”

Joel couldn’t help it – a small smile crept onto his lips.

“Called it,” he murmured. “You’re gettin’ sappy.”

You snorted and kissed his hairline. “I think you need it, handsome.”

“Maybe I do,” he conceded, not moving his head from your chest, and sighed tiredly. “Dammit, missed holdin’ you like this, babygirl. M’so sorry.”

“Don’t be,” you countered, but he continued.

“I just didn’t know how to talk about it… How to tell you that I feel bad. About… the way I look.”

Joel felt your hands on his cheeks, and although he really didn’t want to move from the position he was in, he let you lift his head.

“I love the way you look,” you said quietly, in a tone that made Joel’s old heart flutter. “And our bodies change, there’s nothing wrong with that. If anything, I’m really happy that both of us can enjoy this kind of life.” You leaned in and nudged Joel’s nose with yours, closing your eyes. “Every change of our bodies is a sign that we’re finally safe after all we’ve been through. 

“But you look gorgeous as ever, sweet girl.”

“M’glad to hear it, Mr Miller,” you teased, but then your smile turned wistful. “But you know, I was insecure about my looks, too, not sure if you noticed. My stomach and thighs, and,” you rolled your eyes, “well, my butt.”

Normally Joel would throw a playful remark, or try to make you giggle, but this time he stayed silent. He just listened to your soft voice, drinking in your features.

“It worried me for some time. But you still put your hand on my leg when I was sitting with you, and you never shied away from telling and showing me,” you stressed this word, a teasing note in your tone, “how much you like my body.”

“‘Course I do,” he murmured quietly, lifting himself on his elbows and leaning over you despite your huffs and efforts to keep him in place.

“So I thought that maybe you didn’t care about this extra weight, or even didn’t–”

The rest of your words were swallowed by Joel’s lips when he kissed you deeply and hungrily. So many strong emotions were swirling inside his chest, he didn’t know anymore what to do with himself. At first you tried to continue your train of thought, but soon gave up, erupting into giggles when Joel latched his lips onto your neck and wrapped his arms around you in an attempt to bring you in even closer.

“I didn’t care,” he was whispering into your skin, leaving a trail of wet kisses in his wake. “I don’t.”

“Then you see– Joel, stop it!” You squealed when he carried on with his assault, not giving you a second to gather your thoughts.

“M’so lucky to have you,” he whispered while peppering your face in soft kisses. “Thank you, babygirl.”

You finally managed to free your arms, and you cupped his face in your hands with a huge grin that Joel decided he wanted to see every day. Another adorable giggle escaped you when he snuggled his scratchy cheek into your palm.

“I know it will take time,” you said gently, but firmly, looking deep into his eyes. “But no matter how long it’ll take, I will make you understand how incredibly attracted I am to you.” Joel hung his head low to hide a bashful snigger, and your smile grew. “Understand?”

“Yeah, yeah. Understood, ma’am.”

“Good.” You pulled him closer to plant a slow kiss on his lips, and asked seductively: “I can start right now, if you’d want to. I don’t want my handsome man to feel insecure about any part of him.”

God, he loved you so much.

Joel hid his face in the crook of your neck again, his heart squeezing with adoration and disbelief at how it came that he’d been blessed with someone like you.

“Y’know what, sweetheart? I think it’d do me good.”

#joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #pedro pascal #pedro pascal x reader #the last of us fanfiction #the last of us #joel miller #joel miller x y/n #joel tlou #i will actually be taking a break because i have uni stuff to do which i REALLY neglected on behalf of this fic #i really got carried away with this one and the final scene took me so long to write omg #i really tried to approach this topic with respect and understanding and i very much hope it's alright #soft joel miller #joel miller fluff #the last of us fic

[mouschiwrites]

Thinking thoughts about these guys again

Creepypasta/MH - Things That Make Them Think of You

Characters: Jeff the Killer, Jane the Killer, Clockwork, Nina the Killer, Tim/Masky, "Ticci" Toby

Jeff the Killer

Violence. Specifically, committing it

I know that sounds bad, but he gets so high off of that stuff

The adrenaline rushing through his veins, the wild smile that comes to his face, the noise, the sights... it's euphoria for him

And when he reaches his peak, endorphins at maximum saturation, that's when he thinks of you

It's almost like he subconsciously asks himself if there's anything in the world that could make him happy like this, and his subconscious responds by conjuring an image of you

As if he couldn't get any happier, thinking of you just pushes him higher

This happens a lot...

He'll be killing someone, already over the moon, then he'll blast to Mars when he thinks of you

And he starts associating you with violence; even if you're the gentlest person in the world

It's the happiness it brings him that links it to you

Though if you're a psycho (affectionate) like him, there might be another reason he associates it with you lol

It just gets worse over time; eventually he can't even see other people committing violent acts without thinking of you

He'll be watching a horror movie, and blood will splatter the screen and he'll be like: Nice. Y/n's nice too. Y/n... <3

Jane the Killer

Quite the opposite of Jeff; it's the quiet moments that get her thinking of you

(my reasoning is confusing but I'll try my best to explain T-T)

And there are two reasons for this

One, because whenever she gets a moment to think to herself, her brain always wants to think of you first

Maybe it's just hunting that hit of dopamine it gets when she imagines your smile, or the way your hands feel in hers...

Or maybe it's just that it's become a habit for her to think of you so often, so it's second-nature that she does so when she gets the chance

But the second reason is that she loves peace, and you are her peace :)

She's a vengeful person with a lot of turmoil inside, so when her environment is peaceful, she tries to follow suit

She's just taking what she can get before she has to go back to hate and obsession

So she imagines the peaceful things in her life

Namely, you

Even if you're not a very peaceful person, she feels at ease when she's with you

So, when it's quiet, she thinks of you to quiet herself

Memories of forehead touches and holding hands are more than enough to fill the silence :)

Clockwork

Literally everything.

I’ve mentioned this in a previous post, but Clockwork will find the most random things that remind her of you

She’s got a very creative mind; she can find the subtlest of things that make her think of you

Oftentimes they’ll be disturbing things…. Like a dead animal or smth

But she gets a little smile when she thinks of you anyway :)

She’ll probably send you a picture of whatever it was that reminded her of you

So you’ll just get a text out of nowhere like:

[picture of a dead wasp] “thought of you <3”

After a while you’ll learn to just not ask

Because you’ll definitely get one of these texts AT LEAST every other day, if not every day

Sometimes they’re actually nice things though! Like a song or a pretty sunset :)

Or something she saw while shopping that made her think of you; she always makes sure to steal …obtain those things

And ofc she gifts them to you 😌

Nina the Killer

I think it depends on your aesthetic

To me, Nina is someone who’s very in tune with aesthetics

Even if yours is super niche, or it doesn’t fit under a specific category like “emo” or “butch” or even “clowncore,” she’s got it DOWN

And so it’s always things that fit your aesthetic that make her think of you

Maybe it’s a view: a dark forest, a bright sunset in your favorite color, a sunny park, an eerily empty sidewalk…

Maybe it’s clothing: pants, shirts, dresses, jackets… always the exact kind of thing you’d wear :)

Maybe it’s music: she listens to music like. All the time. So she’s definitely at least dipped her toes into a genre that’s so totally you

Or maybe it’s something miscellaneous: a pop tart flavor, a blanket, a picture, the color on a soda dispenser…

No matter what it is, you’re guaranteed to love it

She always manages to surprise you with yet another random thing perfectly suited to your aesthetic

And she’s always on the hunt for more >;)

If it’s something she can physically bring to you, you best believe she will though

And if you decide you hate it (you won’t, but maybe later when your aesthetic changes), you guys light a bonfire and burn it together :)

Tim/Masky

It’s a Polaroid picture of you

He’s not in the picture; it’s just you

The flash is on, illuminating you and leaving the background in dark obscurity

He took it himself one night when he was just enamored with the way you looked

He did it casually, just telling you to look at the camera

The rest was all you; maybe you smiled, maybe you threw up a peace sign…

Whatever you did, he felt it captured your essence perfectly

He stared at the photo for a long time after it came out, and he still stares at it frequently

He carries it deep in his wallet where no one can find it

He’ll pull it out when he needs to think of you, usually when he’s especially down

Which is pretty often, my boy is troubled :(

He’ll trace his fingers around the edges, remembering that night

Your voice fills his ears, your scent fills his nose, and suddenly he’s aching to see you in person again

And he will; he’ll probably call or text you soon :)

“Ticci” Toby

Honestly? Probably something super obscure related to some kind of inside joke between you two

I’ll paint an example

Maybe you two were in the kitchen together, and you wanted him to get out the milk for you

But you ended up calling it a “mug of jilk” instead of a “jug of milk”

Toby, of course, bursts into laughter

He teases you for ages afterwards, calling milk “jilk” and always pointing out jugs of milk with a knowing grin

You’re in on it too though

You always snicker whenever he does those things

Maybe that’s why it becomes so special to him; it amuses the both of you

He gets to laugh and hear you laugh :D

So (in this case) he’ll think of you whenever he sees a mug of j (oh gosh oh no you guys got me too) jug of milk

And he probably takes pictures to send you too

You’ll just get a text that says “jilk mugs spotted ‼️” and a picture of the milk aisle at the grocery store

He likes to imagine your laugh when he sends texts like those :)

Thank you so much for reading!! Take care my lovey doves <33

(divider by saradika)

#creepypasta #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta headcanons #marble hornets x reader #jeff the killer #jeff the killer x reader #jane the killer #jane the killer x reader #nina the killer #nina the killer x reader #tim wright #tim wright x reader #masky x reader #ticci toby #ticci toby x reader #tobias rogers x reader #clockwork #clockwork x reader

[meowzfordayz]

gifting them a handmade sweater — hashira men

Author’s Note: tried to write these a lil silly, a tad awkward, and very sweet. 🥰

gifting them a handmade sweater — hashira men

Word Count: ~1,700

CW: explicit language, mild sexual content

Emergency Request Fulfilled: This may be a silly request. I decided to knit my boyfriend a sweater and like I tried my best but when I gave it to him he thought I bought it and went on about how I should return it because it looked awful and was laughing. I didn’t have the heart to say I did it and it shattered my heart 🥲Is it possible you could write a lil something of how the hashira men react to an f reader giving them a sweater they made for them? I feel silly requesting something so dorky. 

~faqs~

Will it fit? is Gyomei’s first concern as his fingers peruse the fuzzy material shoved shyly into his awaiting hands

—HEHEHE 😏

—Will it fit? 😏😏

—Why do I always get struck by Horny Cupid™ whenever I hc for Gyomei? 🥲

—The man’s a stud 😏😏😏

—That’s why 😌

—Anyway

He doesn’t recall you asking to take his measurements

But then he remembers how often you borrow his clothes

#you don’t need to ask

#it’s OUR closet tyvm 😃

“What’s the occasion?” he questions softly, slipping off his current shirt in favor of trying on his new sweater

—HELLO ABS 😳🫠

—Nothing wrong w/ your partner undressing in front of you, nothing at all 🫢

“Y’know you can wear it over a shirt, right?”

So sue you if you’re suddenly a tad breathless 😅

Gyomei smirks at the hitch in your voice

He’s onto us you 😵‍💫

“I thought you’d be more appreciative of my method.” 😎

—Hrr 🥵

“Does it fit?”

“You tell me,” he chuckles, “Does it look okay? I’m not bursting at the seams?”

*cue unapologetic glance downward*

“N-nope, not bursting at the seams.” 🙃

“I’ll wear it,” he promptly answers your silently hovering question, “I’m honored by the time and effort you put into this gift. Thank you.”

“How honored?” you squeak

“Extremely,” as he reaches for your face, his mouth curving into a gentle smile as you settle your jaw into his cupped palms, “You are simply the best.”

He kisses your nose knowing it’ll make you giggle ☺️

“I can’t accept this.”

Help this man

Obanai is already a tomato 🍅

Say something nice, and he might just squirt 😃

“What is that supposed to mean?” you huff, eyes narrowed at his immediate rejection of your hard work

“I don’t deserve it!” ☹️

“The hell you don’t deserve? Is my effort not worthy of your wear? Am I not worthy of you?”

You don’t mean to play dirty or harshly, but c’mon

Immediate rejection of a gift stings, yanno? 😕

“No, no, no, your effort is more than worthy! Too worthy! I just-”

Obanai shuts up, grabs the sweater, and tugs it over his head in one only slightly tangled motion

“CnIhvesumhep?” comes his garbled voice from somewhere inside the sweater

Rolling your eyes, you guide the collar around the top of his head, exasperated smile tugging at the corner of your mouth when his head finally pops through

“I graciously accept your gift,” he mumbles 😅

“Yeah?” you smirk, arms crossing, “That was so gracious of you.”

Pouting, he flicks your forehead faster than you can step back, cheeks dusted rose as he murmurs, “I’m working on it.” 🥺

You vow then and there to shower your sheepish, brilliant man in more gifts, more often

Nothing like a lil exposure therapy to quicken his progress 😇

(ofc, you don’t go too overboard, bc respecting his boundaries and comfort is foremost)

“I love it!” Kyojuro declares, dazzling grin on his face, eyes wide with delight as he hugs the sweater to his chest ❤️‍🔥

“You haven’t even tried it on!” you giggle, shoving playfully at his bicep, “If it doesn’t fit, then I can make adjustments.”

“If it is too small for me, then you are welcome to keep it for yourself, and I will commission you to make me a bigger, matching one!”

You blink once, twice

He really likes it that much?

“Is this you being generous, or sincere?” you ask, not unkindly

“I am being both!”

Damn his beautiful, brain-slowing smile 😭

What were you about to say? 🙃

“What if it’s too big?”

“Then I will be all the more cozy, and I will still commission you to make yourself a matching, oversized sweater!”

“If you’re so interested in wearing matching clothes, then you could just say so,” you snort, cheeks warming at the sight of Kyojuro’s skin peeking out from under his shirt 🫢

(bc he did the whole arms-raising-to-put-on-the-sweater-and-oop-there’s-his-sexy-midriff thing)

“I am interested in supporting you and your creative ventures!” striking a pose, “This might be the most comfortable sweater I have ever owned!” 🤗

“You’re exaggerating.” 🥴

“Perhaps,” he admits, closing the gap between your skepticism and his enthusiasm, lips planted firmly on your forehead, “But I meant it when I said I love it, and it fits perfectly fine.” 🥰

“Is this homemade?” he demands

… 😬

“Yes, Sanemi.”

“I can tell.”

Oof 🥲

But he puts it on faster than your embarrassment can react

“It fits,” in his typical gruff-w/-hint-of-pride/affection tone

—Truth be told, he didn’t expect it to fit 💀

He makes sure to wear it at least once a week 

Informs you about all the compliments it receives

(you can trust he isn’t lying bc he gets flustered and grumpy)

Doesn’t tell you about how he ~mildly threatens anyone who dares to even glance at it oddly 😃

Maybe it’s not his favorite sweater, but you’re his favorite person 💞

Sanemi’d never tell you this lest you took advantage, but: he’d swap out his entire wardrobe (and that includes his expensive items) for clothes handmade by you and only you 🥺

If you so desired to make him an entire new wardrobe, that is 😆

#he’d pay you, ofc #and he’d only miss his grey sweatpants ~a lil 😏 #emphasis on grey sweatpants 😏

—I need help

“I have a gift for you too,” Muichiro smiles, ears pink, nose crinkled happily

“Oh?”

“It’s not much,” as he wiggles into the sweater, “But it reminded me of you,” rushing off to fetch his present

“Tada!” he returns moments later, a mug cradled carefully against his chest, “I found it at a thrift shop.” 😁

Its coloring reminds you of the ocean after a storm, large and tall with a thick handle, textured sides providing dimension and uniqueness 🌊

“I thought you said we didn’t need more mugs,” you manage to mumble, cheeks already beginning to hurt from how widely you’re smiling 🥺🥰

“We don’t,” he shrugs, entirely unbothered, “But I’ll always need your happiness, and this makes you happy.”

It does 💓

—As a mug hoarder, Muichiro’s hcs are only ~very self indulgent of me 🤪

“You haven’t told me what you think about my gift to you!”

“It’s a bit tight around the shoulders, but the overall construction is phenomenal.” 👌

“I can adjust it.” 😅

“Yes please. I’ll wear it plenty if it fits properly.” 👍

Forwardness may not feel uber romantic, but well meaning honesty warms your heart all the same 😌

“It’s not holiday season,” Giyuu tilts his head, brow furrowed 🤨

“Are you calling it ugly?” you scowl, lips pursed, “Sweaters aren’t specifically for the holidays, Giyuu, they’re good for layering and style,” eyes narrowing, “Although perhaps the issue here is your overall lack of style?” 😐

“I’m not calling it ugly,” he deadpans, lump in his throat when he notices how shiny your eyes are, “Are you going to cry?” 😳

“NO.” 😖😢

“I’m not calling it ugly!” more urgent now, his expression softening as cool fingers brush gently against your cheek, “I suppose I do lack… style,” gruff tone coaxing a watery smile from you, “Will I regret asking for your expertise?” 😶🫶

“Maaaybe,” you finally crack an exuberant grin, turning your head to press a tender kiss into his palm, “There are a lot of rules.” 😃

“A lot of…” doing his best to conceal his noticeable grimace, “Rules?”

“There’re three main facets of fashion: comfort, utility, and just because.”

“Just because?” 🤔

—Confused Giyuu is my fave Giyuu teehee 😇

—Also: take my fashion ~advice w/ a grain of salt

—My main concern is color coordination

—Beyond that, I’m (almost) as oblivious/do-not-care as Giyuu 😂

“Sweatshirt and sweatpants combo? Comfort. Raincoat and rain boots when it’s raining? Utility. Athletic gear while working out? Utility. The incredible sweater I painstakingly made for you? Comfort and just because.”

Amusement flickers in his gaze as understanding slowly dawns 👀

“And what about pajamas?”

“Comfort and utility.”

“And,” his voice lowering to a conspiratorial whisper, “Nude?” 🫢

“All three,” you wink, “Especially if it involves both of us in bed.”

Giyuu may lack style, but he does not lack the ability to end up in bed—nude—w/ you 😵‍💫😈😉

Tengen: Does it light up? 🧐

Suma: It’s gorgeous! 😍 *squeals excitedly*

You: Excuse me? 😐

Tengen: *pondering* Can you add glitter? 🤔

Hina: Tengen… 😕

Tengen: Don’t get me wrong! I love the design, and the fit is comfortable, but-

Makio: Did you not notice the interwoven tinsel yarn?

Tengen: *huffs* Is that what’s so itchy? 😒

You: TENGEN. 😑

Tengen: *pouts* I have sensitive breasts. 😞

You: *scowling* So wear a damn shirt underneath it.

Tengen: *wistful sigh* But then your love and affection won’t directly touch my skin. 🥺

Suma: Ooh babe, could you make me one next? ☺️ *bambi eyes*

Makio: Hold up, ME next! 😁 *gripping your hand*

Hina: *patiently* I’d love one too, please and thank you. 😇

Tengen: One of you could have mine, and then I could get a new one that doesn’t irritate my br-

Everyone sans Tengen: TENGEN! 😡

Hina: Be grateful, not greedy!

Makio: Shut up about your breasts.

Suma: I’ll take yours, and give it the appreciation and attention it deserves!

Tengen: *thoroughly berated* Thank you [y/n], I apologize for my insensitivity and selfishness. 😓

You: *amused* *Makio is tucked into your left side* *Suma into your right* Is it truly that itchy?

Tengen: *quietly* No.

You: I’ll make sweaters as your birthday gifts, does that seem fair enough? 💝

Makio: *thinking hard* Fine.

Suma: *wetly smooches your cheek* Perfect! Thank you!

Hina: If you wouldn’t mind teaching me, then I’d be content to make my own. *eyeing Makio, Suma, and Tengen* You already have your hands full, after all. 😝

You: *giggling* *meanwhile, the aforementioned trio glare @ Hina* It’d be my pleasure. 🫶

Tengen: Alright, alright, group hug! 😤

You: *cooing* Aww, do you feel left o- 

Tengen: *proceeds to squish you, Hina, Makio, and Suma into a gigantic hug* *aka he most certainly does feel left out* 🙄💗

#hashira x reader #headcanons #modern au #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #himejima gyomei #gyomei x reader #iguro obanai #obanai x reader #rengoku kyojuro #kyojuro x reader #shinazugawa sanemi #sanemi x reader #tokito muichiro #muichiro x reader #tomioka giyuu #giyuu x reader #uzui tengen #tengen x reader

[millenialfanfictionaddiction]

Being Seijoh’s Manager

Bookworm Manager

Seijoh x GN! Manager (they/them pronouns)

Warnings: swearing (probably, actually idk)

AN: this is an anon request.

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

They give a certain vibe of class and distinction 😌

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

Readers have a certain amount of grace to me

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

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

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

Perks of being a wallflower 😏

Prepare for book puns and I won’t apologize!

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

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

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

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

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

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

Aka a manager

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

“Shut up Shittykawa nobody likes you!” Iwaizumi shouts

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Again, nothing

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

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

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

Makki and Mattsun BUST out laughing

Kindaichi, Yahaba, and Watari just stare

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

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

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

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

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

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

However you found one perk to the sport

In the form of reading Sports Mangas 😍

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And slamming it right into the net

You 👉🏻😐

Kunimi and Kindaichi 👉🏻🙄

Makki and Mattsun 👉🏻🤣🤣

Iwaizumi 👉🏻🧑🏻‍🦱🤛🏻

Oikawa 👉🏻 💀

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Of course you will 🥰

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

[slasher-dasher]

AYYYYY NEW BLOG! i'd love to see something about like any of the slashers you write for celebrating like an anniversary with their s/o! (big fan of danny and thomas so if any of them, for sure them 😌)

- 🔪💕

(AAAAA I'm sorry this took so long anon but I hope you enjoy <3)

~Slashers Celebrating an Anniversary~

︶꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷♡꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦︶

Thomas Hewitt:

Gets all his chores done earlier in the day so he can spend as much of it with you

He takes on most of your chores for the day too, much to your protest

He thinks he's being sneaky when he tries to get flowers and the few gifts he was able to grab off of victims to give to you (he isn't, he's doing this in plain sight)

You two are left alone most of the day while Luda Mae keeps the others in line

"Don't be too loud down there you two!" "HOYT-"

You make a nice dinner with him to take down into the basement (his brothers will torment you the whole time if you stay upstairs)

The hand-picked bouquet is the centerpiece, the jewelry he picked up shine in the dim basement light, the clothes he found fit you perfectly, and he looks at you like you're the world~

Danny Johnson:

Loads of gifts, like you wake up to him piling them on top of you

"Wakey wakey sweetheart!" "Hu-"

He will have you pose with each one for his collection, especially the clothes

Speaking of, polaroid's!! And lots of them!! His favorite thing to do is take pictures of you so expect to get a collage of his personal favorites~

Makes you get dressed up and takes you to a movie you've been excited to see (he sneaks in all your favorite snacks too!)

Don't think he's done taking pictures of you because he has more plans for when you get back home~ (Horny 🫵)

He's gonna have to work extra hard next year to one-up himself :)

Brahms Heelshire:

He's extra clingy, like literally attached at your hip all day, hands anywhere they can reach clingy

Kisses! Anywhere he can reach is getting a kiss, and he expects them in return

"I could get the chores done faster if you would stop hugging me Brahms," "Leave them for later :(" very whiny when you pull away

You do end up leaving the chores for later because he will just pick you up and bring you to the closest piece of furniture for cuddles when you try to move away again

The only time he leaves you is when you hear a knock on the door and Malcolm's voice from the other side, and he returns just as quickly as he leaves, holding a small box

There's a round cake made of your favorite flavor(s) in the box, with icing flowers piped around the edge and "Happy Anniversary!" written in beautiful calligraphy

"Did I do good, love?" "Of course you did, Brahms~"

Overall, very sweet, but very, very touchy

#ask #this was fun to write :D #danny johnson #dbd ghostface #jed olsen #danny jed olsen johnson #dead by daylight #dbd #brahms heelshire #the boy #the boy 2016 #brahms the boy #brahms heelsire x reader #brahms x reader #dbd danny johnson #dbd jed olsen #ghostface #danny johnson x reader #danny johnson dbd #danny johnson smut #thomas hewitt x reader #thomas hewitt #tommy hewitt #tcm #texas chainsaw massacre #the texas chainsaw massacre #slasher writer #slasher #slashers #slasher community

[fatuismooches]

Hi hi, it's me muzzle anon again ! How are you? I hope you are doing well, also sorry for this long rambling-

I juST remembered that when lyney and lynette were announced (?) some people thought that they would be One playable character, so I immediately thought how fragile reader and dottore being one playable character lol

just switching between them when you do a charge attack like furina's ability but instead of just color palate changing, a whole new person gets on the field lol

It's fun to imagine what their voiceline would be :]

Especially if we imagine that the only reason you would switch would be because they are in a fight when changing so the voicelines would be worried and/or intense?

And also fragile!reader being a support character and dottore being a DPS would fit the whole "we only need/have each other" mindset going on ?

ALSO ALSO when you add them to your team they could come into the screen dancing? Waltzing into their section then standing close to each other <3 evil couple being cool vibes

Their idle and voicelines probably would be still the same ?, talking as if the other is not there but maybe one special idle is like that one twirle/dance (?) idle from honkai star rail with Clara and Svarog? OH and Clara stumbles in that idle and svarog catches her , makes sense since fragile reader stumbles while trying to dance too so Dottore catches them by their waist and smirks, sharp teeth full display

...Also you know how characters has voicelines for hits/ damage? Reader and Dottore could have voicelines for warning each other to be careful, especially Dottore getting very worried when reader takes a heavy hit but when it comes to other characters he just goes scara mode maybe worse than, "Why are you even here?" or similiar to xiao going, "Weak."

(And maybe reader comparing the character that took damage to Dottore, praising him while degrading them gently lol <3)

Tho I'm not really sure how the teapot would work lol maybe there would be an option to switch them like you switch from night to day lol OR they automatically change when it's day/night I imagine that fragile reader would like the day time more and Dottore night, because he is a shady guy (and also because when he looks up to stars he remembers the Akademia days he had with reader and how they used to also stare at the stars <3)

With them being considered one character, now they are together forever <3

Sorry for the long message again <3 also english is not my first language so sorry if some parts seem weird I just rambled a lot without checking since i got very excited of the idea of a playable reader after the last post ehehe anyway hope u and everyone has a nice night/day!

- muzzle anon

OH MY GOSH NFKFEWFE I JUST LOVE EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS MUZZLE ANON... ugh fragile reader and Dottore being playable is so real!! And i too remember that about the twins!! man that was really long ago huh? Anyway...

I ADORE the idea of them switching while doing a charge attack!! omfgrfwfr I can just imagine reader doing a dramatic, fancy pose and then it switches to Dottore rolling his eyes at your antics and adjusting his gloves... ugh he loves to indulge you, doesn't he? And hear me out too: instead of pneuma/ousia... two different elements/weapons too. They're just meta like that 😌 and extra supports who? Bennett? Nah, we don't need him. Reader is all the support Dottore needs to one-shot everyone <3 I imagine Dottore is the one who tries to hoard the screen time (he prefers to fight instead of you, he's worried about you pushing yourself too hard, but eventually he has to realize that he has to let you do your own thing too... he's hella overprotective still)

THE ADDING THEM INTO YOUR PARTY ANIMATION... CHEF'S KISS. I like to imagine reader is the one who tries to take the lead in this stuff :) Because even though they're still sick they're better than before, so they want to take advantage of that as much as they can and show Dottore how much they've changed :) You pull him into the frame of the screen and he twirls you around as you fall back into his chest, hands still intertwined :3 (traveler looking at your dramatic asses) AND THE IDEA OF DOTTORE CATCHING FRAGILE READER DURING THEIR IDLES...... UGHREGR WHY DO YOU BLESS ME WITH SO MANY GOOD IDEAS. Reader trying their best to hide their lousy skills from Dottore so they can get better on their own, but nope! You should have known that your husband is always watching you, nothing gets past him! He catches you by the waist only to pull you back up with ease and spin you around flawlessly, chuckling as you stumble right back into his chest.

Dottore would straight up not care at ALL about the other members if they got hurt 💀, I imagine he'd only speak if anything happened to you, or he'd be condescending about how useless they were 💀 reader is similar but they're nicer to others, like if a fellow Harbinger got hurt, they'd worry, but if it was an Archon or someone that annoys them, in general, they'd just laugh at them (and receive little to no healing)

In the teapot, I like to imagine they have two separate bodies there when you place them, so they just always stand next to close to each other. When you talk to either of them, both of them will end up having a conversation with you. Also, when you make them specific furnishings they like each of them and will comment on the other's tastes lol (Dottore - makeshift lab, you - cozy Sumerian room)

"Huh, will it kill you to put away the research? You do not need a lab in the teapot, dear."

"Oh, but I do, [Name]. How else will I make your medicine?"

"Ah... sorry about that. How about you come to my room later so we can relax?"

Traveler: ...

They are truly the embodiment of do not separate.

UGH I CAN GO ON AND ON ABOUT THEM!! 😭 let's not forget the matching skins... you and him in the Akademiya's uniforms again ;) AND DONT APOLOGIZE MUZZLE ANON!! I LOVE THIS AND LONG ASKS!!

#smooches talks #muzzle anon #fragile reader <3 #dottore love notes <3 #playable reader <3 #i just love them so much oh ym gosh #i cant dance for shit but!! they're just elegant like that!! #well its more like dottore is elegant. ur just trying ur best #but yes. i imagine fragile reader enjoys the day because they havent felt the sun warm them so nicely in so long #and the teapot is the perfect temp... they love it!

[iceprincessviviane]

Chapter 4 - It's a cleaning day.

Heritage series.

Pairing: Poly!BTS (Demons) x Female!Shy!Skinny!Chosen!Reader

Type: dark romance, horror au, soulmate au, poly relationship, slowburn, yandere.

Warnings: Horror themes, some religion themes (mostly demonic), gore, blood, manipulation, witchcraft, magic themes, death (side characters), mentionings of forced marriage, mentioning about past, loss, yandere, obsessive, possessive, swearing, low self-esteem,dealing with grief, sugestive content and silly jokes created by me. (If there is more to add let me know.)

Previous chapter. Next chapter.

Summary: such a big mansion needs cleaning and this is the time, Y/N will take that challenge. Also having a company during that seems like nice idea.

Author's note: That chapter can be little boring, but I love diving into details in such stories 😌 English isn't my first language so I'm sorry for any mistakes.

MINORS DNI

Next day started slowly, Y/N woke up around 9 a.m with cat still resting near her legs unbothered and curled. She carefuly got up, trying not waking it up and went straight into bathroom to take a shower. Today'll be a day when she is going to take care of mansion. The supplies were filled and she had a car on herself, so nothing was staying in a way. When she went out wearing nothing but sweatshirt, pants and lavender scent, cat lifted it's head then stretched gracefully. They both reached big kitchen when he got a bowl filled with fish and another one with water and Y/N made herself fruit salad. She also checked the list, today was a clearing day, mostly vaccuming and removing dust from the shelves in her room, than clean the bathroom. Cat jumped at her lap and demanded headscratched, which she gladly provided after ending the eating.

"I'm going to call you Ash." Y/N decided and animal just tilted it's head to right. "Your fur remind me of it's color."

The pet's head tilted a little to right, like he was thinking about that, but then nuzzled head into her hand. She smiled and got that as acceptance. After the breakfast cat was allowed outside, when Y/N took vaccum, some rubbers and broom upstairs to her room. The cleaning went smoothly, the most took main area of the masterbedroom, along with it's shelves. The bathroom was suprisingly clean, so she headed to the next room. Till the noon the cleaning lasted, she was suspecting that anyway the unused rooms will again gather dust, but at least any stains or another dirty things'll be gone. Probably the specialist from goverment is used to work with little dust. The biggest challenge will be the main room in 0 level and library. Y/N made herself a break and prepare lunch for herself and Ash, but despite opening doors, the cat was missing. She was slighty worried, something could happen to him or he just left. The cats have their own paths.

Lunch wasn't big but it was a chance for her to take a breath before cleaning the last room on this side. It was a first one - office, with a lot of shelves, that big and old desk with drawers. Y/N tried to clean it carefuly and it came out that some of the drawers are closed and around were no keys. Maybe they were in the ring given by the mayor? It was to check later. Actually she could work here to prevent dust coming here again. The desk was spacious, her laptop and work things would fit perfectly. The clearing ended in late afternoon with also vacuuming big hall on the parter and then Y/N ate a dinner, for supper left once again snadwiches.

When she wanted to go nap a little, the entry phone has ringed. There was also camera to check who's outside and maybe don't bother to go whole way to the gate. To her surprise, outside were two men, one holding something looking like cooking sheet and another one currently looking at camera. She pressed button to talk, said quickly 'coming' then changed shirt to clean one and got outside.

Through gate metal rods Y/N could see them more clearly two visitors, closer one had to her surprise thin, but long coat followed by jeans and lether shoes. His skin was very pale and dark grey, longer hair almost reaching the shoulders. Taller than her and bigger, was holding serious expression. The cookies guardian had brown lether jacket and also jeans but looked more sports, had black raven hair, but cut short in modern style. He was thinnier and looked more deftly. On his was has huge smile and simple glasses. Indeed in his hands were cooking sheet. Y/N came closer with unsure steps and hesitant smile.

"Good morning!" Second one said with happy tone, causing his company to focus on a gate.

"Hi, what's the matter?" She asked in polite voice and open the gate door.

"We've heard that you are new here, so my boyfriend conviced me to come here and say hi, also hand over some of our cookies." The first said in calm and slow tone.

"That's true, actually everyone is saying that I'm new here." Y/N admitted shyly.

"Yea, the words are spreading fast, we just wanted to be nice."

"I'm Hoseak and that grumpy cat over here is Yoongi."

"Thank you, I'm Y/N L/N." They've exchanged the handshake.

"How's everything? It had to be a big change." Yoongi asked looking at the mansion.

"It was a surprise, but I'm trying to catch up with everything here, it's so new and actually quite interesting."

"We are renting cozy cabinet in the woods so it's different." Hoseok admitted and smiled. "Here there are homemade cookies, I hope you'll like them." He said and showed chococlate sweets.

"Oh thank you, but I'm afraid it's too much."

On the sheet were at least twenty. Simple with pieces of chocolate. He handed them over to her and smile has never left his face.

"If you are going to need something we can help. Living alone in such mansion as a woman can be overwhelming. Also it's age doesn't help." Yoongi offered generously.

"Once again thank you, but I'm doing fine for now. Also another residents offered me help, it's so nice. I'm not alone, I just found a stray cat and things are going all right I guess." Y/N smiled nervously.

Couple exchanged soft looks and Yoongi nodded. They seem so different, she could never guess that they were together. They were like sun and moon. The thought strike her a little, she looked at necklace, which was always with her. Men's gaze followed but she failed to notice.

"It's good to have even animal company." Yoongi said and his lips twitched.

"Oh yes, actually your hair's color remind me of Ash fur."

"Oh don't even say thay, Hobi is calling me a cat just enough times." He rolled his eyes and his boyfriend giggled softly.

"It's because you're cat darling. You like to sleep whole day, eat and when eveything is quiet. You also don't really like water."

Y/N smiled at their little bittering. It was so wholesome and calming. "Are you here on holidays?"

"Yes kind of. I'm professional dancer and Yoongi is a music producer." Hoseok explained happily.

"I think, I can imagine how you both met for the first time." She giggled softly.

"Yea, we met at work. Anyway, we just wanted to say hi and see, if you need something. We are going to go. Also be careful, becauae the weather is going to be moody this week."

"Thanks, I hope we can meet maybe in town if you want." She summed up.

They bid their goodbyes and Yoongi left his number in any case. It was so surprising and she was truly touched by all those good people living here and wanting to help her. Usually in those small towns new persons are treating with distance, but she didn't have any of it during talking with mayor or even Namjoon. That was a huge relief actually. Y/N went inside the mansion and left open kitched doors, hanging on chain, if Ash would like to come back. Now when the mansion was slight cleanier, she wanted to look at books, which should be catalogued and maybe try to open the cellars. She went upstairs to also check her laptop and wi-fi tomorrow she wanted to start a work. Her phone ringed with "mayor" name caller, she picked it up immediately.

"Good evening miss L/N. Sorry to interrupt that late."

"Good evening sir. It's okay I wasn't doing anything important."

"I got to know, that government found a specialist, but unfortunately he's abroad. He'll probably be able to show up in the next week if not later." Mayor said with slighty sad tone.

"I'm glad that we are moving with a case. If we cannot speed that it's fine." She said with small smile.

"I will keep you informed miss. Have a good night."

"Goodnight sir."

Her words were a truth, it's good if everything is moving forward even with small steps. After checking the internet connection and setting up her files and noted she went to eat something. Y/N spotted Ash sitting in main hall. Pet just cleaned itself and jumped off the sofa, to greet her. She petted cat's head softly, then going to kitchen. He followed her, but didn't seem hungry, only sipped some water. In that forested area cat could hunt something. She ate the sandwiches then closed all the doors and checked them along with windows. Y/N had Yoongi'a words in mind about the moody weather. After that she headed upstairs to get ready to sleep, cat followed her graciously. The warm shower was all she needed after whole day of cleaning. When she stepped out of the bathroom, Ash was already on the bed stretching. It's when loud bang came to their ears, cat almost jumped at the spot, when Y/N frowned and looked at the closed doors. She put on bathrobe, too a flashlight and phone into a pocket. It needed to be checked. Woman took a deep breath and stepped out of her room turning on light, which also switched up down below. It was the dim one, she didn't want to turn on proper ones. The mansion was drowning in silence, the noise earlier was loke something metal falling on the floor. Ash once again followed her with silent steps and looking down below. Y/N slowly went down by the stairs looking around but everything seemed normal. She wasn't going to yell 'is someone there?' like in those cheap horrors, it was sure that all doors and windows were closed. She was only in kitchen before so they went there. Behind the shadows were shifting and dancing, but one cat's gaze was enough to calm them. In the kitchen was clear what happend. Some bowls fell off from the cabinet without doors and it caused the whole noise. Y/N frowned she didn't even touched those during making supper. She sighed and put them on their place.

"The false alarm." She smiled to Ash and went back with him to her room.

The lonely lamp inside was left turned on in any case. Cat curled around her feet once again after staring intensly into dark places in the room. The night was calm and silent.

Taglist:

@lalavione1309 @hadesnewpersephone @00ihatesnaku @bangtan1325

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[midnight-vixn]

Could you write a dry-humping story about Belphi or do one with all the characters. My mind and heart is racing after reading your stories!

Glad I could get your blood pumping anon 😌❤️ here’s a treat just because you asked so nicely!

gn!reader x Belphegor

Belphegor loves when you nap with him or stay the night. He loves to wrap himself around you and be the big spoon, he loves the way his face fits perfectly against your neck, he loves to have your back pressed firmly against his chest and he loves the feeling of your ass on his crotch…maybe a little too much at times.

You were nearly asleep, the soft mattress and dozens of pillows coupled with the warmth of Belphie wrapped around you was causing you to drift off quickly. You shifted your hips trying to settle in more and in the process stirred up the sleepy demon behind you. Your ass brushing against him just slightly, a soft groan into your neck and gentle buck against your hips letting you know he wanted more.

You tried to ignore it, to just let him be and take your nap, but that plan very quickly flys out the window. Belphie’s arms wrapping tighter around you, hands sliding up under your shirt, pressing his hips firmly against yours and groaning once more. A very soft “fuck” falls against your skin as he ruts against you some more.

You want to tease him but stop yourself, there’s a very fine line when it comes to teasing the seventh born. You get either a very submissive and needy demon or you awaken his dominant side and get railed within an inch of your life, it’s best to let the situation play out more before diving in.

Belphie adjusts himself, burying his face deeper against your neck, hooking one leg over your hip, grabbing at your chest repeatedly. He bucks into you at a rather slow pace but you can feel how hard he is already, his cock rubbing against your ass while he lets out short gasps and grunts. The way his fingers dance around your nipples instead of pulling harshly tells you he’s feeling submissive tonight, but rather than tease him you decide to entice him.

You reach one hand down and lower your shorts, leaving your ass on display. A very needy whine leaves Belphie as he watches his clothed cock rub against your exposed skin. “Is that better?” You gently tease. He only moans in response but you can feel his hot breath against your back as he moves to watch himself rut against you. His pace increases just slightly, quiet curses and bashful moans escape him as he watches the stain on his pants grow with each thrust.

“Want…more. I— haaa! Please!” One of his hands reaches down to pull at your shorts, you help remove them and expect him to slide into you immediately. Instead, Belphie pulls his waistband down enough to free his aching cock and slips in between your thighs. The precum that leaks from his tip now coats your inner thighs as he continues to rut against you, one hand gripping your waist and pulling you into him with each thrust.

“F-fu-uck…” His moans become louder, his pace becomes erratic, and he licks at your neck before leaving small kisses. He continues to fuck your thighs, his cock rubs up against your sex and his slick begins to mix with your own making it easier for him to move. You start to moan and grind back against him trying to get more friction when his cock grazes you, you reach one hand down to play with yourself and use the other to wrap around his cock.

Between your thighs and your hand Belphie can barely think straight, he needs more! He knows he won’t last long but he wants the real thing before he explodes. He rolls you over on your stomach and slows his pace to a soft grind, he rubs his tip against your entrance while he moans in your ear. He all but begs for permission so you grant his wish, after all it’s your fault for riling him up.

#obey me smut #midnight thirsts #obey me belphegor smut #obey me

[boldlyvoid]

Can you please write where Eddie really likes the reader but reader is dating Jason carver 😌😌😌😌

absolutely! i hope you like it

Warnings: mutual pining, bullying, abusive relationships, mental abuse, name-calling, slut shaming

word count: 1.7k

Jason used to be cool.

Not in the way most kids at school think he is now, no, he used to play pretend with Eddie and the boys in the schoolyard… he used to have an imagination and a kind heart and a strong arm to wield his imaginary sword side by side with Sir Eddie. 

Although, he doesn’t know how much of that was truly him or if it was all just one of the many faces Jason had. Their group was a lot bigger back then, back when they were forced to socialize with each other, they even had a lot of girls in their group. 

One girl, in particular, Y/N, who was now a cheerleader and Jason’s doting, perfect girlfriend. It made Eddie’s stomach turn to think about his wonderful friends becoming the people who hurt him the most now. Jason was so fucking mean, he didn’t understand how someone as lovely as Y/N could sit by and let it happen, which hurt him more. 

It didn’t stop his crush on her, unfortunately. She was still nice to him when Jason wasn’t around, she was his partner in Chemistry and she helped him with his English homework sometimes… but she still went back to Jason at lunch and kissed him in front of everyone and said nothing when he told Eddie to eat shit and die for no reason. 

There was a hatred on Jason’s part that he didn’t understand whatsoever, Eddie was valid for hating him back cause the treatment was unbearable. He’s been tripped, pushed, spilled on, yelled at, lied to, and about… people believed anything Jason said just because he was popular. The teachers loved him because he was a handsome, church-going, helpful man. He was a kiss-ass. A rich kid. A little bitch. 

Eddie was the opposite. Just by looking at him the teachers and the other kids decided that he was a bad kid. They thought that he was evil because he didn’t fit into the mould that society set for young men. They claimed he was going against the church for growing out his hair, wearing dark colours and reading any book that wasn’t the bible. 

They believed in boats full of animals, wizards that could part seas and turn water into wine and that killing gods son was okay because he could come back to life 3 days later… but the lord of the rings is too much???? It thoroughly pissed him off. 

Like clockwork, he has enough of all the shit-talking in the cafeteria and retreats to the back corner of the library to read his devil books and have a moment of peace. But it doesn’t happen. He’s barely in his spot for 10 minutes when Y/N shows up between the bookshelves and smiles at him like nothing happened. 

“Hey…” 

He ignores her even though his heart is screaming. He’s so mad that she can just sit there while her boyfriend says those things and then show up here. It’s not like she was going to apologize or make it right or anything. 

She walks over to where he’s sitting and kneels down beside him, trying to get his attention, she rests her hands on his arm but he flinches back. 

“What’s wrong?” 

“Really, you have to ask?” He tries to keep his voice down but he’s so hurt. “your boyfriend is a grade-A cunt and I can’t fucking do this anymore.” 

Her shoulder slump and her face falls, “oh…”

“Oh?” He shakes his head, disappointed in her. “Why don’t you care? Why do you let him talk to me like that? Does he talk to you like that?” 

She shakes her head, “not really… I mean, it’s different but he is mean to me too.” 

“Why?” He stares into her eyes and watches them break, “why do you stay with him?” 

“I don’t know,” she cries, eyes welling with tears as she loses her voice. “it’s… it’s complicated.” 

He drops his book and cups her face in his hands, he hasn’t seen her cry since she was 11 and scraped her knee on the pavement. He held her like this back then too, he kissed her knee to make it better and he wiped all her tears… “what does he do to you?” 

“He doesn’t do anything,” he’s adamant about that. “It’s the way he talks to me… like— like I’m nothing if I leave him. Like he says I’m wasted goods and no one else will love me like he does.” 

“That’s a goddamn lie,” he’s stern but soft at the same time. “Cause that’s not love, I love you. I’ve loved you enough to watch you live your life from the sidelines and now I love you enough to tell you that you deserve better.” 

She doesn’t look like she believes it, she looks so defeated. “I don’t like what he does to you, I don’t like how he talks to anyone, really… I can’t just leave him. He’s not going to just let me go…” 

“Do you want him to?” He asks, “do you love him?” 

She’s confused and distressed, she’s never told anyone the truth let alone herself. She’s barely processed this on her own and now she felt like he was making her choose. “I don’t— I mean, I’m not sure? I don’t want to be alone.” 

Tears well again and she pulls away from him to sob into her hands. 

She really believes the shit he’s told her. Eddie can’t believe how deep he’s got his hooks in her. It breaks his heart to see her like this. He doesn’t know what to do, he knows he can’t change her mind in a matter of minutes, this is something he saw in his parents. His dad was a royal cunt, his mom a sweetheart, so of course, his words got to her. She was too soft for the world, Y/N was too. 

He reaches out to comfort her and she leans right against his chest. He wraps her up in his arms and kisses the top of her head, “I’m so sorry he’s made you feel like this. He’s not supposed to make you feel like this if he really loves you,” he whispers. “This isn’t how real love feels.” 

“This could be,” she mumbles against him. 

“What?” 

“This could be what real love feels like,” she says it again. 

“It could be,” he agrees. His chest filling up with a mixture of pride and anxiety, “I’ll tell you right now, I’m never going to treat you like he has… and if I ever even slightly make you feel unloved you have the right to knock some sense into me.” 

She laughs a bit, “okay… do you think we can do it?” 

“Do what?” 

“Make it through whatever he’s going to put us through… I mean, once I dump him the slut shamming with start and then the bullying will escalate and god knows what else. I might even be kicked off the team for breaking the abstinence pact.” 

“What?” He had no idea that was a thing. “Does the basketball team have one too?” 

She shakes her head. “That’s fucked up. If you get kicked off then Jason should too…” 

“No, he’s going to tell people that I fucked you,” she explains better. “Not that he took my virginity, he’s going to say I’m such a sex-crazed whore and couldn’t get it from him so I went to the freak. I’ve been with him long enough to know what he’ll say.” 

“I’ll break both his hands he’ll never make another fuckin basket again,” Eddie basically growls. He’s seeing red at the mere idea of Jason carrying on his bullshit but directing it toward her. 

“And go to jail,” she reminds him. “I quite like having you in my classes and not behind bars.” 

“We could just not tell anyone?” He suggests, willing to be her dirty secret to keep her safe. 

She shakes her head and holds him tighter, “um, no,” she sounds offended. “If I get to finally touch you all the time I’m taking the opportunity.” 

She was clingy… he was going to love this. 

“When can you dump him?” He wonders, wanting to know exactly when he can ask her out…

“Now,” she takes a deep breath as she pulls away. “Come with me?” 

She hauls him up to his feet and straightens out his jacket, looking up into his eyes with a smile. “You get to be my bodyguard.” 

“As long as I can keep the title,” he compromises. 

“Of course,” she takes his hand and leads him out of the library. 

She doesn’t drop his hand until they reach her locker, where Jason is standing with his friends… his own locker was right beside her’s after all. 

“What the fuck is this?” He points to Eddie, “the freak needs a tampon?” 

“Eat shit, Jason,” she spits back. “I’m tired of you bullying my friends. And I’m tired of the shit you say to me. I don’t want to date you anymore, I’m not sorry.” 

He lets out a shocked laugh as the rest of the kids around him oo and ah at the situation. “What the fuck are you talking about?” 

“I don’t like how you treat me—

“How I treat you?” His voice gets louder. “I deserve a bit more respect and then maybe I’d—

“Hey man,” Patrick places his hand on Jason's shoulder and pulls him back. “She’s not wrong. You’re not the nicest to her, let her go. She can make that choice.” 

“Yeah, let me go,” she gives him an evil grin. “Have fun finding someone who can put up with your shit as long as I did.” 

He doesn’t say anything after that, he just shakes his head in a fit of burning rage and heads off down the hallway. She turns to her fellow cheerleaders who were all whispering to themselves, “I don’t care who dates him next, just don’t come crying to me when he’s belittled all the self-worth out of you.” 

She grabs her things from her locker and hands them to Eddie, “can you take these for me? I need to go ask the office if I can move.” 

“Just use mine,” Eddie offers, taking all her things gladly. “It’s not like I do.”

“Okay,” she gives him a sweeter smile, looping her arm under his and making their way down the hall despite all the prying eyes. 

They’d just have to get used to that. 

General Taglist 

@ncsls0515 @stevesmunsons @reidsbookclub @wroteclassicaly @sweetyyhippyy @manuosorioh @mrs-dr-reid @k-k0129 @eddiemunson-rp 

Eddie

@fightingdragonswithwho @kyomito @reidselle @venomsvl @nomajdetective @girl-with-an-orange-cat @blairscott @princesseddie 

#ask #blurbs #eddie munson #eddie munson stranger things #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem reader #eddie munson smut #stranger things #eddie munson imagines #eddie munson imagine #stranger things imagine #stranger things season 4

[sainz-leclerc]

Hey there 🤗 I loved your prompt lists, i feel like 21 and 33 from the NSFW list and 10, 41 and 44 from the SFW list are perfect for a Pierre x Reader friends to lovers trope, so choose whichever you want 😉 Thank you💕

Hi there love , thank you for this request

OH I CAN SOOOO SEE PIERRE DO SOMETHING LIKE THAT 😌 I’m thinking I’ll do the Nswf here and then write another one for the swf and tag you 😘

Prompts ( nswf list ) : 21. “Did you just spank my ass ?” “I don’t know , should I do it again just to be sure ?” and 33. “Fuck you” “fuck me yourself”

This is my first ever nswf blurb so wish my luck⭐️ also , I’m feeling pool sex so here we go .

With Pierre’s busy racing schedule , it was hard to plan a vacation together with your friends. However you finally caught him on a free week and planned a weekend trip to Greece .

Landing about an hour ago , all of your friends wanted to visit the beautiful city of Santorini despite being tired . This not being your first time in Greece you excused yourself and announced everyone you would be joining them later .

After everyone left you decided you were going to lounge by the pool . You quickly changed into your swimsuit , grabbed a book and some sunscreen and made your way out to the pool .

To your surprise , there was Pierre basking away in the sun . He looked good . Like good-good .

You and Pierre were friends since little kids and that’s all that you guys were . Except maybe one or two drunk truth or dare kisses .

“Pierre ?” you called out to the french man “what are you doing here , weren’t you supposed to go out with the rest of them ?” you asked him , slowly making your way to the lounge chairs

“ I couldn’t leave my best girl all alone now could I ?” Pierre teased “ I was just about to call out to you”

A smile took over your face . It wasn’t unusual for you two to be flirting with each other seeing as you were the closest in the group .

“Oh wow , how nice of you” you rolled your eyes in a playful manner , arms reaching for the sunscreen bottle .

The young driver jumped in action “Here , let me” and he quickly pulled the bottle out of your hands , squeezing some gooye cream into his hands and slowly massaging your shoulders .

You soaked up Pierre’s massage , loving the feeling of his hands all over your body . Even though you were just friends , you can’t deny the attraction you felt towards the french man .

Pierre’s hand went lower and lower until all of you was covered up in sunscreen .

What surprised you is that as soon as he was done massaging the cream into your body , his hand smacked your bum , leaving a tingling sensation behind .

You mocked a shocked face “ Uh Pierre Gasly , did you just spank me ?” you teased the driver

Pierre’s mouth curled up into a smirk “ I don’t know , should I do it again just to be sure ?”

“Oh don’t you dare” but the words were too late as his hands once again spanked your ass

You quickly got up and started chasing after him “you little menace , get back here”

Both of you erupted into a fit of giggles

After catching up to him , Pierre looked down at you , getting into your face . “What are you going to do now ma chérie ?”

You did not think this through .

Just as you were about to escape him , his hands snaked their way around your waist , throwing you over his shoulder, spanking your ass once more.

“Pierreeee , put me down right now” you tried to seem intimidating but no luck .

“No can do amour , you got yourself into this one” he laughed to himself as your kept wiggling onto his shoulder , giving him the perfect view of your plump ass.

“Oh fuck you” you gave up , going limp into his arm.

Quickly he carefully layed you down onto the lounge chair and got on top of you , caging you in. “Fuck me yourself love”

You heart was jackhammering against your chest. Damn his pretty face and deep eyes

“Pierre” a barely whisper left your mouth as his face got closer and closer .

“ What is it y/n ? What do you want ?” His eyes bored into yours . He was still waiting for any resistance or signs that you were uncomfortable .

Those never came as you quickly smashed your lips together , hand going behind his head , up into his hair.

The kiss was passionate and full of fire , long overdue Pierre thought.

His hand went under your hips , gripping them and flipping the two of you over so you were straddling his lap.

The sudden movement started you , letting out an yelp . The perfect opportunity for Pierre to slip his tongue into your mouth , quickly winning dominance.

“Merde” the boy breathed against your lips “I want you to ride me sweetheart”

You took a second to look into his lust filled eyes , admiring every feature of his beautiful face . you gave him a shy nod , an encouraging smile coming up on his face

Pierre quickly untied your bikini bottoms , at the same time as you were pulling his swim shorts down .

He took his cock out and gave it a few pumps , guiding it over to your entrance . The french man took one more look at you , silently asking for permission .

“Pierre please” was all he need to slowly thrust up into you , giving you time to adjust .

Pure bliss took over your mind , Pierre stretching you so good . After a few seconds to adjust you slowly began rocking your hips making the both of you moan.

“Merde chérie , why didn’t we do this sooner ?” the man under you groaned , throwing his head back .

“Because you’re an idiot and never asked ” you teased , watching as Pierre’s head quickly popped back up , ready to attack your neck with more kisses .

You could feel how your orgasm was slowly building up , increasing your pace . The young driver took notice of your movements getting more frantic and brought down a thumb to play with your clit .

“Oh Pierre” you moaned , chasing your orgasm . However what Pierre did next was enough to throw you over the edge .

“Cum for me mon amour” his husky voice whispered into you ear . Seconds later you felt him spilling inside of you , a feeling of pure ecstasy taking over .

After both of you came down from your highs , you just stayed there for a second .

You were about to break the soon to be awkward silence when Pierre spoke before you “let’s get you cleaned up mon amour” he softly kissed your forehead.

“So this didn’t ruin our friendship ?” Anxiety of loosing your best friend took over your brain . But all those worries were quickly brushed away when the french man kissed your lips , this kiss soft and tender .

“Nonsense ma chérie” he gave you a shy smile and you spent the rest of your afternoon kissing and lying in the hot sun .

#pierre gasly #pierre gasly x you #pierre gasly x reader #pierre gasly x y/n #f1 one shot #fanfic #imagines #fiction #oneshots #romance #writing #alpha tauri #f1 smut #f1 #formula 1 drabble #formula 1 #pg10 #sainz leclerc drabble

[mozzdie24]

Rating DHMIS Ships❤️😍

Duck x Red Guy:

10/10

I LOVE seeing these two interact, they remind me of a married couple sometimes lol. Yeah I’m very sure this is already canon XD

Tony x Paige:

4/10

I see why they’d be shipped together, but they don’t quite fit to me…☹️

Tony x Colin:

10/10

Two narcissistic, loud teachers. I feel like they’d match each other’s energy. Heck, they’d be the only ones to understand/tolerate each other 😌 Not to mention Tony said computers are cool 🤭

Yellow guy x Claire:

10/10

I’m putting this up as a 10 because I liked the few interactions we got from them. She was one of the only characters in the series to be nice to Yellow Guy. It’s also because they literally get MARRIED and have a CHILD by the end of the Jobs episode, soooo pretty sure it’s canon 👀

Larry x Shrignold:

7/10

Hmm…I can see Shrignold being absolutely irritated with the drunk lamp, but I can also see him being like “this is MY idiot and I love him”😤

Shrignold x Warren:

10/10

Two teachers with toxic traits that teach about relationships. One who is lonely and has tried to harass people into being his friend. One who is trying to get lonely people into his love cult. I see this working out perfectly. Not to mention they’re the only anthro teachers we have. I think.

Briefcase x Finn (Coffin):

9/10

YES. JUST YES. The briefcase gives off vibes that he’s always doing SOMEthing and he’s always moving. Finn seems a bit more laid back. I wish we got more screen time of them both so I could get a better visual 😞 BUT NONETHELESS I like what I’ve got so far!

Steak x Fridge:

3/10

I might just be missing something here, but the only reason I see these two being shipped in the first place is that they appear in the same episode in the same song ☹️

AAAANNDD that’s all that I can think of at the top of my head!! 😃

#dhmis #dhmis ship #colin the computer #tony the talking clock #paige the notepad #dhmis coffin #dhmis briefcase #warren the eagle #shrignold the butterfly #me and Colin are best ship #lol #red guy #dhmis duck

[bionibots]

Kiss Me in Komorebi+ | Meet Rune Tégner

Here comes Rune, a very special charming dude for Daniel @rainymoodlet

Name: Rune Tégner | He/Him | Pansexual Age: 36 , 6′3 or 1.93 meters Zodiac: Virgin Traits: Creative, Adventurous, Loves Outdoor Aspiration: (custom) Voice Virtuoso 😏 Career: Lyric Sing-Songwriter (official title at Ministry of Labor) 🤭

Who is Rune Tégner?  This handsome Italian/Swedish multitalented soul is a Simtuber, Songwriter and Daddy. He graduated at Britechester in Fine Arts with a distinguished degree and travelled the world. Has a bunch of hobbies like cooking, doing yoga and fitness, loves to travel, enjoys the nature, knows how to catch fishes. Yeah sit down by the campfire and once he start to play his guitar? Dude, you will be mesmerized by his voice along with his poetic love songs. Rune does believe in love. He is sort of romantic but not in a extreme way. Nothing kitschy nice stuff, you know! 

Backstory, Lifestages Quirks, Fav’ Playlist, and an Interview are below the cut. Maybe I went up and over the horizon.🤪 

PS: If you found some errors - please keep them 😝 getting a bit tired over here. But I’m super thrilled to see who will win Daniels’ heart! Please enjoy him!  🥰 😌

BACKSTORY 

Rune was born in Gothenburg, Sweden. His mother left Italy (Florence) for Gothenburg when she was 19 to work as a principal dancer at the Gothenburg Opera.

Eventually, they moved to Stockholm as his father, Ruben, established a company for mergers and acquisitions, also known as M&A. Tégner M&A Investments is widely known and successful in various sectors globally.

Success has always driven Rune's father. Whenever Rune failed to follow orders, Ruben punished him. He plotted his whole future for him:  Rune was supposed to study economics and be his successor. Once there was a quarrel where Rune rebelled against his father. Ruben hurt him by becoming violent. Hence the nose scar.

He said that creative careers would not bring much bread, that he was nothing special, and would never succeed as an artist. Rune should pursue a more grounded career.

However, their father/son relationship broke at 16 when Rune tried to explain he had a boyfriend. He also explained that he does not mind which gender his partner has. Runes' pansexuality is something his father refused to accept until today. Ruben told him he was not his son. A son of his would never act against nature's laws. In the aftermath, bitterness and deep disappointment arose on both sides. Not a word has Rune exchanged with his father since he moved out. Unlike his mother, she unconditionally loves and accepts her son. Rune has a younger brother. Alarik - he is 16 years younger than him. You guessed it, Ruben wanted another child - a replacement! The young man admires Rune and might be motivated to venture out and pursue his dreams as well.

After coming out at 16, Rune stayed with his first boyfriend.

At Britechester he studied Fine Arts and graduated with a distinguished A+ degree.

After graduation Rune broke up his relationship with is first boyfriend. They drifted apart.

Being single again, he needed some time to explore himself. For the first time in his life, he experienced the freedom to enjoy life. Yes, it was an eye-opener for him. He traveled to Selvadorada, where he learned how to meditate, and Yoga became a new thing. As a result, he developed a love for nature.

Being out in the nature and traveling gave him space to think about his future and what he wanted to achieve in his life.

Rune traveled the world until he met Anais in Tartosa. Not long after, they were both blessed with an adorable son named Elias. Elias is ten now. After almost eight years of dating, he proposed to her and planned on getting married.

One day Rune had a rather crucial meeting with the famous record label Brindle Melodies. Sometimes, though, you find yourself in weird situations when you're stressed. He forgot to take his songs with him. By the time - Rune got home to get the papers, he had to face reality. His fiancée romanced another guy in their bedroom. Surely, you can imagine that Rune called off the engagement, and yes, they broke up. The deal with the record label didn't work out that day, either, due to extreme delays. He canceled the deal.

His relationship collapsed, leaving him angry and disappointed, but instead of arguing, he left her without saying anything to her. He only talked to her about Elias. Elias stayed with his dad because Anais is very success-driven and said she wanted to pursue her career now. 

Rune finally realized that the two didn't have much in common. Both had different perceptions of their lives. They should have never dated each other in the first place. Yet, in conclusion? Rune does not regret it because Elias is the best thing that could have happened to him. Of course, he has obtained custody of his son.

For two years now, he has devoted himself exclusively to his son and his career. As a Simstuber he produces his music videos and writes song lyrics. His loyal followers adore his talent, and his channel is growing - rapidly. Last year he established his first music label 'Tunely Records' with plans to release his first music album soon.

He wrote some special lyrics like: Shades of You, Destiny Smoke, Wild Minds, and a new song is in the pipe: Love or leave.

Rune and Elias have a deep bond together. They are best buddies. So, whoever wants to love Rune? No doubt, they must also make room for Elias in their hearts. Rune is a relationship person. It took him a while to recover, and now after almost three years, Rune is ready to give love another shot.

LIFESTAGES

16yrs: Broken relationship with his father Ruben, came out of the closet as pansexual, moved out

18yrs: Applied to Britechester, received a scholarship due to his musical talent

22yrs: Broke up with his first boyfriend after graduation, He traveled the world.

26yrs: Met Anais, got his son Elias

34yrs: Relationship broke, due to her cheating

36yrs: Single Father, Founder of ‘Tunely Records’, Successful Simtuber and Musician

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CHARACTER

Rune is a very private person, who does not like to be the center of attention but he loves music. 

He is logical, practical and systematic

Hyper-aware of every detail, be it food or whatever he does

Perfectionist, sometimes he needs someone to stop him because beauty exists within our imperfection, too.

He hates whoever raises voices when having an argument. If someone does that? Be in the know he will leave the room! He will come back and talk to you when you are calm, again. Now you can talk it out. He has a zero-tolerance regarding any shape of violence be it mentally or physical.

Above all else Rune wants to help.

He is kind, gentle, and supportive towards friends and lovers who use his incredible intellect and resourcefulness to problem-solve. 

He is always striving to provide workable solutions and improve what’s broken. But sometimes you cannot fix what is broken - if it makes no sense he won’t continue trying to fix what’s broken.

A committed and hardworking soul with a passion for guitars and pianos.

He loves all sort of Asian Food - Salmon and Butterflied shrimp Sushi (Sake and Ebi Nigiri) with Wasabi, Ginger and Soy sauce the most. 

QUIRKS

loves cozy bedcovers

skinny dipping is a thing

manicured nails are important

loves rainy days

dislikes smoking

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RUNEs Lil’ PLAYLIST

Sam Smith: To Die For

Alec Benjamin: Let me down slowly

Lenny Kravitz: I belong to you

Rag’n’Bone: Human

Jacob Lee: Cursed

Jonathan Roy: Keeping me alive

Garden Gloves: Somewhere Forever

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INTERVIEW

Interviewer: Rune - quite an unusual name isn’t it? Rune: [chuckles] In my language? It means “secret or mystery” Would you believe me that I’m from Sweden?  Interviewer:  Well, I would have said rather somewhere from the south. Rune: [smiles] My mum is from Italy, and my father is from Gothenburg.  Interviewer:  Rune, why did you want to join Kiss Me in Komorebi+?  Rune:  I’m here for love. Aren’t we all looking for the one? I mean, look at Daniel! Do I need to say anything else? Who would not want to fall in love with him? Interviewer: I heard you are not much of a TV watcher, so how did you learn about him? Rune: [chuckles] Yeah, not much my cup of tea. I spend the day outside with my son on the basketball court in San My.  Saw a billboard advert with handsome Daniel. Did some research, checked some clips, and here I am.   Interviewer:  Research, good point. We did our homework, too. We have some juicy stuff about you on our plate.  Rune:  Of course you do. What do you want to know? Interviewer: Tégner Investments, are you related to Ruben Tégner? Rune: [tense] Yes. We are related, but we are not close, though!  Interviewer:  [notices the change in his body language] All right. Well, you have a music channel on Simtube, too. Your fans adore you. How come we haven't heard about you yet? Rune: I will get there, eventually. I established my record label. At some point, I will publish my first music album.  Interviewer: Sounds intriguing. You're a musician, songwriter, traveler, and single father aka. DILF.  Do you live alone with him in San My? Rune:  [ignores the Word Dilf] You mean my ten-year-old son? Interviewer:  Well, yeah. Elias, right? You used to be engaged to your fiancé. Is that true? Rune:  Yes, my son is Elias. And yes, I called it off. With the emphasis, I used to be engaged. That’s correct. Interviewer: Can we know why? Rune: I think - that’s a private topic! And for Daniel to find out. Wouldn’t you agree? Interviewer: You are not much of a talker, huh? Rune: [smiles] Depends on who asks. Interviewer:  [smiles back] Rune Tégner, ladies and gentlemen. Thank you for joining us today. Rune: Pleasure is all mine. Thanks for having me.

#kmikapp #rainymoodlet #ts4 bachelor

[fuckyeah-dragrace]

8 and 20 for Vatya 😌😌😌

you making me work my writing muscles, berry boo and ofc <3<3

8. “Actually, I do want you.”

20. “You look like shit.”

“Vi? I’m back.” Katya called out into the apartment, dropping her keys in a small dish by the door. Eugene was sitting on the counter, staring with his cold eyes like she wasn’t welcomed as if she hadn’t lived their for months by now.

“Living room!”

Katya walked out and smiled at her friend. The black haired girl was lounging on the couch, making her tank top and sweats look like couture. “Hey, I got that weird hair thing you asked for.”

“It’s not weird.” Violet rolled her eyes. “It’s supposed to help with split ends.”

“Please, like you need help with your hair.” Katya barked a laugh. “If anything I should be buying at the skincare health stuff you have.”

“Yeah,” Violet chuckled. “You look like shit.”

From anyone else, Katya would’ve glared or snarked back but it was different with Violet, always was. They could go back and forth like this with cutting comments and snide remarks but they knew there was no malice or bad intent.

“Says the lady still in her pajamas.” She grinned, going to sit on the other side of the couch, taking the remote and turning on some old rerun they’d seen before.

They sat together in silence before Violet turned to look at her. “Do you remember last weekend? When we were at Fames.”

“Yeah, we got so shitfaced Trix had to make sure we didn’t die.” She laughed at the memory and looked back at her. “Why do you ask?”

There was an unease in the taller girl as she looked down at her nails. “No I just wanted to see if you remembered anything else. Apparently I said I wanted to date you.”

Katya looked at her for a moment, blinking as she tried to process everything. "What? No way you said that." She laughed. "Nice joke, Vi."

"I'm serious, Kat."

"You, Violet Chacki, said you wanted to date me? Please." She rolled her eyes and stood up. A hand came onto her wrist, keeping her from leaving the situation that was making her heart race a million miles a minute. Violet was looking right at her, a seriousness that meant this was actually happening. She stood up and Katya so badly wanted to run back out of the apartment and never come home.

"Actually, I do want you." The brunette said quietly with a small smile. Katya was still quiet for a moment before her own small smile came onto her lips.

“Party.”

Violet laughed loudly as the blondes arms came around her, both of them falling back onto the couch in fits of laughter. Her head rest against her chest as her body came over Katyas.

“You’re impossible.”

“And I’m yours.” She smiled widely at her.

“Yeah.” She smiled back, her hand finding hers and lacing their fingers together. “You are.”

They stayed like for the rest of the day, laying together and happy knowing that they were each others.

#for sweetestberryofthebunch #berry my beloved <3 #violet chachki #katya zamolodchikova #vatya #prompts!

[smallestapplin]

Since I loved the Applin headcanons, may I request the inverse of that with Piers and a reader from another region who doesn't know what it means to get one as a gift and just goes "Aw, thank you Piers it's so cute! I'll make sure to bring you a dark type when I visit *insert region they stem from* again :)" ?

*don’t say Hoenn, don’t say Hoenn don’t-* Hoenn is nice- okay okay okay I’m picking a region with cool dark types that aren’t seen in Galar.

Anyways I finally get more goth husband, today is good day 😌

Asks are open!

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🎸Piers🎸

- to the rockstar meeting you was a chance encounter.

- You moved to Galar from Unova about a year ago, and while Galar had a lot of Unova Pokémon, they didn’t have any of your team.

- You were slowly getting your team use to the environment. Letting them roam a safe part of the wild area that you had found when your Sawsbuck started getting anxious.

- Next your Zebstrika stood in front of you like it was getting between you and something else.

- Concerned you picked up your swadloon from her basking spot just as an angry Scrafty popped up.

- With a squeak turned short scream just as an Obstagoon showed up.

- Your Pokémon ready to fight. The air electrically charged but it seems the Obstagoon is…scolding the scrafty? What?

- “Oi! Just what do ya think your doin!”

- You squeak again and your Sawsbuck joins you at your side for comfort.

- That got the tall long haired man’s attention when he comes into view.

- “I’m sorry about that, I shouldn’t have let ‘em out just yet.”

- “I-it’s fine just scared me.” You tried laughing it off but he seems really apologetic.

- “He didn’t hurt you, did he?” The monochromatic man despite his uncaring expression sounded worried.

- “No not at all, I’m fine, thank you.”

- You two ended up talking for hours in that spot and exchanged numbers. Seeing as he is still sorry but intrigued about your home and your Pokémon (and you but he won’t admit that.)

- It was a slow going process but you two became inseparable.

- Where ever you were Piers was not far behind and vice versa.

- Obstagoon is the biggest baby on you. You laughed at how sweet and cuddly the large Pokémon was.

- What really made Piers happy was seeing you and Marnie interact.

- You and her got along fantastically and she seemed to really like you.

- Though the rocker was hurt that she’d go to you for advice on things. (Listen you don’t get over protective and panicked when she asks you how to ask someone out or for new battle strategies.)

- Piers can pinpoint the moment he realized he had fallen for you.

- The night you were sleeping over. It was meant to just be a hang out but you two lost track of time and it was far too late, almost ten minutes till two in the morning.

- You didn’t have any sleep clothes. Which didn’t bother you, you figured one day wouldn’t hurt, it’s not like you do it often.

- But Piers wouldn’t allow that, but only his clothes would fit you.

- So he gave you some of his old clothes that he bought before he found his go to store that sold long shirts without the extra room.

- It was so baggy on you. You laughed cause you are aware he is like a tree but you weren’t expecting this.

- You walked out and he felt like the world disappeared leaving just you two.

- His heart felt like it was going to explode.

- “Your shirts are really comfy, I might have to steal this one.” You joked.

- Piers would give you his whole wardrobe if you asked.

- When you two went to sleep, sharing his bed (cause he refused to let you sleep on the couch and you refused to let him sleep on the couch.)

- He couldn’t help but keep looking at you.

- So cute, so precious, it felt right to have you next to him in his clothes.

- The next morning you woke up feeling better and Piers woke up like death smacked him with how little sleep he got.

- He knew from that moment he had to ask you.

- You even brought him a cold brew from his fridge and a pain pill for his headache.

- He tried doing what he does best and write a song for you.

- He made a few good ones but he wanted to write one only for you, only for your ears to hear.

- But he felt like none of them were good enough. Crushing the paper and throwing it into his bin.

- Marnie found out and told him to just give you an Applin.

- To which he stood up and went “now why the hell didn’t I think of that?” And was out to find one.

- He found the cutest one he could find. The little Applin was a cuddler too so perfect for you and your team.

- You two met up that day in whats now y’all’s spot in the wild area, right where you two met.

- Perfectly secluded from the outside world.

- “Hey so…” could he be anymore awkward?

- “Yeah?” And the way you give him your full undivided attention? He is going to pass out.

- “I..I um, here.” He couldn’t make a poetic speech like he had been practicing. His brain refused to work so he just hands yiu the Applin, smiling while your eyes light up as you gasp.

- “My word! Oh their so little, ah! A sweetheart too!”

- He can only look at the scene before him in content joy. You’re holding the Applin in your hands nuzzling them.

- You look at him with a grin of your own.

- “Thank you thank you thank you! Their so cute! I’ll bring you a sandile when I visit family in Unova!”

- His face falls, was this your way of protecting his feelings? Did you not feel the same?

- The wheels in his head begin to turn, he would’ve left it alone assuming you didn’t feel the same but something told him to ask. You’re from Unova so maybe…

- “Do you know what an Applin means?”

- You look confused for a second “Keeps the doctor away?”

- Piers snorts before loudly laughing “humor me for a minute love, look it up.”

- You’re getting more suspicious. But you set your new child down in your lap and pull out your phone to look it up.

- Piers wishes he had a camera on him for this.

- Your reaction was priceless.

- Emotions ranging from confused, shocked, realization, to absolutely bashful.

- Hiding your flushed face behind your hands. He chuckles.

- Waiting for an answer he gets it in the form of you holding your Applin close and falling into his lap.

- “Tryna hide from me?”

- “……I love you too, date night this Friday, I pick the movie.” You mumbled.

- Piers could die a happy man right then and there.

- “Of course, love.”

- “do you still want that sandile though?”

- “haha love please-“

#pokemon #pokemon imagines #pokémon #pokemon x reader #pokemon fanfic #pokemon fluff #pokemon piers #pokemon piers x reader #pokemon headcanons

[wayward-persephone]

Troy Dyer and his "Puppy"

Okay...so I'll outright say that I'm not big into pet play.

Like I enjoy the occasional pet names (only a slim few),sometimes the collars, and the primal play, but I never really felt more than a passing "Oh that's nice" about it as a whole.

Then I listened to this audio and I now have this brain rot that I will force on you all 😌

The audio sounds like Troy Dyer to me and the more I listen to it the more I can't help but think of him so...this idea was created.

The nickname "Puppy" started out as an insult to you.

"Got nothing better to do than follow me around like a lost puppy?"

"Aw, what's that kicked puppy look for? You finally realize you were dating an incompetent asshole?"

"You look so happy to see me. If you had a tail it would be wagging like a puppy, you know that?"

Then, eventually, it became an endearment that only he is allowed to call you. Still with that same condescending tone, but now more playful and kind. If someone else tries to call you it they will be met with his instantaneous 'Resting Bitch Face' and he will stare them down until they apologize, and you will also throw a righteous fit if someone other than Troy tries to call you that name. You even lunged at someone (much to his amusement and delight).

Once you two begin dating...it quickly becomes something more.

The cute little pet name is now spoken with heated adoration when his face is buried between your thighs, or growled with pure lust in your ear when he's balls deep inside you, or even whispered with a slight teasing edge as he slowly fucks your throat.

Then he arrives home one day with a supple leather collar, clearly expensive and dainty and perfectly sized, with his name engraved on it. The question is clear in his eyes and he makes you take a few days to think it over even though you are nearly vibrating with the urge to put that collar on right then and there.

When you do finally get the collar on, which he puts it on for you with slightly trembling fingers that makes your heart soar in your chest at him being just as effected as you are, he smothers you in kisses. Peppering every inch of your skin in kisses as he murmurs over and over again how much he loves you, how much he loves "his puppy", and you can only melt against him at his words. You don't wear the collar outside your home, you are greedy about keeping it to yourself and for Troy's eyes only, but you do wear it as much as possible at home and it never fails to make him smile when he sees it on you.

#don't psychoanalyze me #why am i like this 🙃 #I love it #Troy Dyer #Reality Bites #Troy Dyer headcanons #Reality Bites headcanons #Troy Dyer x Reader #Reality Bites x Reader #Troy Dyer smut #Reality Bites smut #Ethan Hawke #Ethan Hawke x Reader #Ethan Hawke smut #Ethan Hawke headcanons #persephone posts

[gainerbf]

The One Part IV

CW: WG, FFA/BHM Relationship, Feedism, Female Feeder, Male Feedee, Burping

December 31, 2019

The Vacation

Eddie and Sydney decided to go on a cruise for their 1 year anniversary. Eddie was excited because he liked boats and the sea. Sydney was excited because room service was all you can eat. She was going to have Eddie test that.

Eddie: FINALLY!

He dropped his carry on bag and *carefully* pooled out onto the bed. Huffing and puffing from all the walking he had just done.

Eddie: That’s the most exercise I have gotten since the war

Sydney, walking out of the bathroom smirking: The..war?

Eddie: ‘Yea you know. The war. Nam.’

Sydney: ‘You weren’t alive for the Vietnam war weirdo’

Eddie: ‘But if I was then I would have gotten plenty of exercise 😌’

Sydney threw a snickers at him.

Sydney: You’re not yourself when your hungry.

He undid the candy bar, big belly puffing up and down still and ate his treat.

The walking may have been bad but the plane ride was embarassing. Eddie had gotten so big that he needed two seats. He wasn’t in the best mood because of that but Sydney knew how to calm him.

Sydney: Wait here babe.

Eddie: Where ya going?

Sydney: Just wait here…

Eddie was out immediately. He napped off the jet lag before being woken up by something that made him gasp audibly.

Surrounding the bed was food. Tons of it. Burgers. Fries. Chicken wings. Tenders. Lobster. Steak. A beverage cart. Cake. Shakes. Fudge. Pie. You name it, it was there.

Sydney: SURPRISE!

Eddie was speechless and his mouth was watering

Sydney: Yep that’s the response I expected. Welp, lets get to work!

Sydney had fed Eddie before (Obviously) but this was an extreme amount. Eddie had a huge capacity for food but this was larger than any amount of food they had tried before. Eddie got about halfway through when he finally tapped out.

Eddie: Babe I can’t fit anymore

Sydney dropped her robe. She was wearing a very revealing bikini. Her tummy accentuated by the lovely wrap skirt she was wearing which drove Eddie wild. She leaned over, pretty much teasing eddie with her big boobs in his face and said

Sydney: You know big boy…if you could eat a little more for me…I’d make it REALLY worth your while…

She dropped the bikini. Eddie started scarfing everything.

The burgers were housed. The steak was gone. The beverage cart was half empty. The cake was eaten by hand.

The bed was covered in crumbs and empty plates, leading up to Eddie sitting upright with Pillows propping him up. He was a big bloated burpy mess. Chocolate stained his mouth. He looked so gluttonous

Sydney coiled up beside him, still bare and revealing, and gave him a sensual belly rub.

Sydney: Good boy 😊

Eddie: BBUUUUURRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPP

He got super red in the face but couldn’t help it. He was fuller than he’d ever been.

Sydney, giggling: Well I guess that’s one way to send compliments to the chef! Nice burp babe.

Eddie was in a food coma induced haze. His belly was massive. It was practically parting his legs.

They laid there, admiring eachother. A girl and her big growing boy. They peacefully slept until a knock at the door woke them.

Sydney threw on a robe and answered the door

‘Wing eating competition starts in 20 minutes! Deck floor! Everyone who wants to join in, head on over!’

Sydney laughed at her miscalculation. If she knew there was a wing eating competition, then she wouldn’t have stuffed Eddie to the brim.

Sydney: Hey babe so what do yo-…

She was dumbfounded by the sight of Eddie washing up and buttoning his 4XL shirt.

Eddie: It’s time to *uuurrrrpppppp* win a wing eating competition babe

Sydney: I. Have never been. More turned on. Than I am. In this moment. Here and now.

Eddie won the competition…by 37 wings.

Eddie, current weight: 274 pounds

#gainer diaries #the one