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fantasia-monogram · 3 years

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Inspection

♥️ Inseong x reader (gender and pronouns not specified, female anatomy)

♥️ Smut (~2k words); I'm back with my quirky nerdy a bit emotionally detached Inseong agenda! Oral sex and fingering, a tiniest little bit of anal play, edging, lightly hinted objectification and somnophilia and, possibly, some elements of medical play (can be interpreted like that). Established relationship. They're both kinky bastards, everything is fully consensual.

♥️ Disclaimer: this is just for fun! I’m not claiming that’s how he is in real life, it’s just my imagination doing whatever it wants. Read at your own discretion.

You certainly didn't plan to wake up before the alarm, but the sound of rustling behind you pulled you out of your well deserved sleep. It was already getting bright outside - despite that, you were about to try your luck dozing off again.

At least until Inseong's arm sneaked around your waist, only to push you snug against his chest.

You hummed in confusion. Inseong? Awake at this hour?

"Shh- You can just doze off. I need to do an inspection on you." His whisper, smooth like silk, brought warmth to the back of your neck.

"Inspection?" You asked, although at this point, nothing coming from Inseong's pretty mouth should have sounded weird or confusing. Especially so early in the morning. "What are you on this time?"

"My brilliant brain. And eight hours of quality sleep," he murmured against the shell of your ear. That was true: last night, he went to bed right after taking a shower, claiming he would only take a short nap. Two hours later, you had no heart to wake him up, so you just snuggled with him and fell asleep yourself.

"Anyway, we haven't seen each other for a couple days… I need to check up on… some vital parts of your gorgeous body." His hand hovered over the front of your briefs. "See if you're cumming properly."

You squirmed in the embrace, unable to hide the jolt of excitement that rushed through your body. That only made Inseong pull you closer.

"Oh no, we can't have you all tensed up during the hole inspection," he cooed with fake sympathy; you couldn't tell if his choice of words weirded you out or made you horny. Probably a mix of both. "You need to relax."

Just as he said that, he moved his hand upwards, letting it slide under your T-shirt. He caressed the skin on your stomach, which definitely wasn't helping you calm down.

He leaned his head over your side. Now, with better access, he left a trail of tender kisses from your temple, all the way down your jawline. You were just starting to relax a little, when his fingers moved down, catching the hem of your underwear.

"The sooner we start, the better. Be nice and follow my instructions, okay?" he asked in a reassuring tone, although you knew he was just pretending. Mere thought of his dirty intentions made you shiver.

He sat up and pushed away the sheets.

"Can you lie on your back for me?"

You nodded and did as he told, your heart beating faster with every moment.

Inseong was in front of you in seconds, sliding your briefs down.

"Okay, now spread your legs wide."

You trembled when cold air hit you between your legs, as you hesitantly fulfilled the order - or maybe it was just because you felt so exposed. Inseong, not wasting any more time, nestled himself comfortably, leaning on his elbows. He moved his face dangerously close to your pussy; you could feel his breath on your skin.

After a while of just observing intently, he spread your labia with his fingers, using the thumb of his other hand to press your clit in a little circle. You grasped the sheets beneath you, holding back a moan.

All that anticipation was driving you crazy, even though he was touching you without any kind of lubrication so far.

"Oh, okay. Correct reaction."

Inseong's voice was steady and almost neutral despite the situation you were in; he still didn't bother to look away, either. Another circular motion of his thumb had you writhing, but you didn't make a sound - that is, until he grazed another finger through the slit of your entrance, making you whine at the brief contact.

You decided to peek, only to see him observe his now wet index finger. Then, he licked it clean.

To say you were all fired up would be an understatement.

"That's better." He returned to his earlier position. "But still not enough."

He made brief eye contact with you, probably just to make sure you can see everything well. Lining his face right above, he let a streak of saliva drip from his mouth onto your clit.

Your body jerked as the liquid hit your swollen bud, the roll of it through your skin almost agonizing. Inseong, still in character, watched it flow leisurely, until the last drops disappeared between your cheeks.

You swore your revenge after you were done. This amount of teasing was truly criminal.

Next moment you had to drop your threats, though, because Inseong nonchalantly brought some of your wetness up and started massaging your bud properly - all of that with his eyes still focused on his ministrations.

Yes, you were basically reduced to your pussy. Yes, it was turning you on like hell.

The movement was definitely too slow to be satisfying, so when clenching around nothing gave you no relief, you let out a couple strangled, high pitched whines.

Inseong picked up your clue, though not without putting his own twist into it.

"I suppose we're done with the preparation," he stated calmly. "Time to start the actual inspection."

That bastard. He was just playing around all that time.

He carefully pushed a single finger into you - and you could clearly tell it was the middle one, because once it was all in, its tip rested right on your sweet spot.

You tried rotating your hips to get some pressure you craved so much. Inseong immediately withdrew, no more than a centimeter or two, making you cry out from sheer frustration.

"Everything seems to be fine on the inside, too." Inseong murmured. You could hear a devilish smirk in his voice.

You were looking to the side, not wanting to show your eyes were glazed over with tears, but you caught Inseong sitting up straight with the corner of your vision. He was staring right at your face.

No, you couldn't give him the satisfaction of seeing you so worked up.

As if he read your mind, he put his hand on your knee, spreading it further. Still staring at you, he started pulling his finger out as slowly as it was humanly possible. You were so swollen and sensitive already that the deliberate, agonizing movement was making you lose your mind.

Inseong chuckled. He was clearly enjoying it.

You thought he was done teasing and would just peacefully bring you to climax, but he had something else in mind.

Daring to look at what's happening, you saw him finally pulling the finger out, a long streak of your juices sticking to it. You could swear you blinked for a mere second - only to get startled by your own sharp gasp as Inseong pushed three fingers at once into you, the slide easy thanks to all the wetness.

Oh God, the fullness was heavenly after all the teasing.

Keeping his eyes on you, Inseong started pumping his fingers in and out at a relentless pace. At the same time, he kept rubbing your clit with his other hand.

He might have sucked at physical activity, but his hand coordination was out of this world.

You covered your face with your arm to drown in the intense sensation; at this point, you didn't care - you screamed, unable to handle the delightful stretch in a collected way. Soon enough, your cries dissipated into quick breathy moans, a tell-tale sign you were close.

That's when Inseong abruptly removed his fingers, once again leaving you empty. You let out another scream; this time, out of frustration.

"For fuck's sake, just let me cum!" You hit the bed with your fist.

Inseong laughed out loud.

"What? Are you kidding?" He laid down on his stomach. "We still have another hole to inspect."

You went quiet immediately. You brought up this topic a couple of times before. Was he actually going to do it now? A shiver took over your body.

Inseong pressed his middle finger against your clit hard enough to elicit a choked gasp from you. He started moving it down, coating it well with your juices. Once he passed below your entrance, he licked his lips and leaned in to press them on your clit.

You couldn’t control the sounds coming out of you anymore when he put his mouth and tongue to work, literally making out with your pussy - slow kisses, licks and warm huffs of air turned you into a mess in no time. The feeling was so overwhelming you almost forgot about his finger that was going lower and lower down your crack.

You held your breath when you felt it touch your other hole.

Inseong stopped for a moment. He swallowed theatrically. What a show off.

“I need your consent for the final part of the inspection.” He was dead serious.

“G… go on…” You mumbled, surprised at how hoarse your voice has gotten.

With that, Inseong’s tongue swirled on your skin again, and his finger mirrored the movement. His oral game, as amazing as always, distracted you for a moment; he increased the pace, and you decided to focus on the sensation.

Then, you felt the pad of his finger push a little, and your mind was gone.

Your orgasm hit at the slightest breach through your rim; you came hard, practically wailing, shocked by the intensity. It lasted longer than usual as well, so that when you were done, you could barely get yourself back together.

“Oh God… Oh God, what was that…” You wondered, completely out of breath. Stunned and confused, you sat up.

Inseong’s shirt was soaked all around the collar, not to mention he was wiping his chin with a sleeve.

“I give it an 8 out of 10 score, just because of squirting. Didn’t get to inspect the other hole properly.”

You smacked his shoulder, although it was more like a weak pat considering your physical strength just leaked out of you.

Quite literally.

Inseong’s only reaction was surging forward to pin you to the mattress with his body. He pressed his lips against yours, letting you taste yourself on his lips. You didn’t mind it; you both loved being a little messy anyway.

"I love you so, so much. I'm sorry I called your cunnie a hole," he said, breaking the kiss. You shook your head at his remorseful expression; he always gave such cute nicknames to your intimate body parts that this one time wasn't an issue for you at all.

He embraced you tightly, hiding his face in the crook of your neck.

“Hey, sir, I think we have one more inspection to do,” you giggled, feeling a half-hard bulge poking your thigh through Inseong's shorts.

No answer came. You pulled away from the embrace as much as you could, locked by Inseong's tall frame.

The boy was asleep already, resting his head on your shoulder, a carefree smile on his lips.

You sighed and patted his hair fondly. Well, sometimes it was all about him giving you pleasure you deserved, rather than trying to chase his own. Having you blissed out under him would feed his (bigger than expected) ego just enough.

Actually, it was one of the things you loved the most about your relationship - right after Inseong's unusual quirks and kinks, that is.

#sf9 imagines #sf9 smut #sf9 scenarios #inseong imagine #inseong scenario #inseong smut #inseong x reader

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obeymeluv · 4 years

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Cute + Awkward Headcanons (SFW/NSFW)

Trying to turn a bad day around, so I thought of these

Lucifer

Sometimes you can’t tell if he’s giving you bedroom eyes or if he’s actually angry. Lucifer has spent THOUSANDS of years glaring at his brothers and doesn’t know if he’s just staring or glaring

I think he’s super out of practice with romance so he’s hella awkward but when he gets that first positive sign that you’re into him, the charm and pride wakes up and suddenly he’s smooth AF

Flirts so formally he misses his shot 8/10 times

Has a habit of trying to police you like one of his brothers and it’s a knee-jerk, 1000+ year reaction to looking after 6 man-children of various difficulties. Always owns up and apologizes

Has accidentally almost made you pass out from kissing too long. Forgets you don’t have the same lung capacity

BRUISES YOU TO HELL! FORGETS SO MUCH! FEELS SO BAD!

That’s why he has the gloves, to soften his grip because he was one of the strongest in the Celestial Realm and that translates to power in the Devildom

Only complains to you about his back pain from long nights burning the candle at both ends. You find it cute and sad at the same time

Is probably physically very heavy given his stature and the weight of his wings, so if he falls asleep on you, you’re trapped

Rare midnight snack dates when he MUST finish papers by the deadline.

You may or may not have had a Demonus date in his study when a particularly bad batch of paperwork was finally done

You’ve probably cracked at least one (1) antique wood chair

Quickly learned he CANNOT spank you because that shit seriously bruised your ass. You either need a strengthening charm or he has to re-learn how to use his strength around people

That caused one awkward visit to the infirmary because you didn’t know if you were just sore, pinched, dislocated, or cracked. Turns out you were fine. There was no mistaking that hand print, though

It was the second time he’d apologized so profusely in his life. There was no pride left in this man.

You had a special cushion to ease the pain and it looked top of the line (hella fancy. Could probably resell it as fake Gucci in the human world.)

Lucifer gives me big dom vibes and orgasm denial/over-stimulation kink because of his pride basically demanding you beg for him. You passed out at least once from over-stimulation.

When you first start dating he wouldn’t want to own up to any awkward boners so if you sit in his lap while he’s taking a paper break, he’ll make every excuse under the sun (”That’s my belt,”, etc.)

Mammon

This boy is nothing but awkward moments, are you kidding me?

It’s a lot of ‘open mouth, insert foot’ because he can’t be upfront with his feelings. It’s partly not wanting to lose any ‘cred’ he has with people, but also because he’s embarrassed and can’t be honest

There’s lots of tracking you down to sort out things you might have overheard (that he didn’t honestly mean if they sounded bad)

Super sentimental about anything to do with you. You once kissed a piece of Grimm as a good luck charm for his exam and he’d kill someone over it. Always has it on him.

This lovable doofus just assumes you’re dating because you’re always together and you’re perfect and he’s your best man so who’s better?!

When you actually ask him out (with something silly, like ‘I think us dating would be pretty cash money’), he’s so confused. (”But we’ve been dating for, like, a month! Right, human?!”)

He talks big but he’s weak. You’ll always be able to fluster him

Wanted to make love to you on some Grimm and quickly realized that it’s uncomfortable. Porn lied to him and the idea’s ruined. You guys cut the session short to find every piece of Grimm so you can actually lay in the bed

Tends to plunk his head down on your chest and demand scratches/cuddles and has bruised you several times.

Accidentally fought you once or twice for his glasses while half asleep. Levi, Asmo, and Satan used to take them and hide from him

You learned he’s actually hella blind (contacts with non-prescription sunglasses or prescription yellow glasses) and have walked him around the House of Lamentation several times when his glasses went missing

He’ll complain about his brothers having it out for him and getting back at him, but it turns out they just wanted to make an excuse for you guys to hold hands. It’s like a date!

Made you hit your head on the headboard once when he was doing missionary style. Had to stop and check on you, then it got awkward. He cuddled and kissed you the whole time, though. Even got you an ice pack!

The type to flirt with you, try to lean on something, and take himself out on the way down

You’ve had a few of those cliche ‘trip and fell on each other’ moments

Has accidentally swung you into doors and walls trying to scoop you up and run/march out of a room

Levi

This boy is also super awkward

When you’re alone, he’s an absolute sucker for any kind of affection you can give. This boy will literally slither across the floor to make himself comfortable in your lap so he can game.

Pet his hair. He loves that.

Will also have to re-train himself on how to be with you in public. With him, it’s not making fun of a ‘normie’ as much.

Not big on PDA but will definitely hold your hand. How ELSE are people going to know you’re together?!

You get cute matching shirts or jewelry with the ‘Player 1, Player 2′ theme

Does a lot more snake-like things with his tongue. Especially when frustrated. Rub his jaw and chin to see it come out a little bit. It’s like a happy floppy dog tongue, just not as long or wide.

Craves a soft, warm thing to sleep on. You will be his new bed.

The first time you had sex, he broke out his demon form because he looked at you and loved you. He knew he’d get jealous if anyone ever saw you.

Was a little clumsy but determined. Sank in and started going at it, but wanted to look down and watch. He got his horns stuck in your hair and had to stop.

Is #1 fan when you’re naked. (”Ugh. Smother me.”) Boy can’t stand it. He needs it.

Tries to dress a little nicer (even if it’s casual) when you guys go out on dates.

You pack little snack bags when he stands in line for midnight releases and GODDAMN he’s gonna marry you?!

If you’re napping together and someone comes to wake him up or needs you, he just glares at them from underneath you, tail swishing threateningly. No one takes his human, okay?!

He has over-the-ear headphones but I bet he carries earbuds and has probably done that ‘share an earbud’ thing to hold you close and listen to music

Do you need to get up while he’s still sleeping? Untangle yourself and tuck your pillow in his arms. He’ll be fine. Bonus: you get to see the snuggling in action.

Between all the anime and centuries in the Devildom, he’s gotten used to using tails as another way of expression. They act subconsciously based on what the demon’s thinking. He’s surprised both of you several times by accidentally wrapping you up in his tail because he doesn’t want you to leave.

When he gets visibly uncomfortable in social situations, slip him something with your scent on it. It’s comforting. If you make up an excuse to get him out of there (he’s your escort and all), he’s over the moon.

Satan

Had more awkward moments than he’s willing to admit, but he’s more open about them than Lucifer. Basically, if someone guesses it happened, he won’t deny it.

BOY HAS A BOWTIE KINK. PLAY WITH HIS. STEAL ONE AND WEAR IT!

Has probably tripped over books walking you through his room or rushing to answer the door (not that you’d know how happy it makes him).

There’s a 50-50 chance that he’ll steal a glance and act like he didn’t, hiding behind an upside down book or something

Has definitely dropped books on his head after charming them down from the shelf. Your voice just sucks all his concentration up. You get bonus points for checking on him because some of those books are HELLA HEAVY

Say the right thing during a quiet tea session and you might hear him choke

Has probably been outed by one of his friends. Satan always seems to make friends without trying and gets invited to tons of stuff. What didn’t seem like a date turns out to DEFINITELY be a date (according to the friend).

Plan some silly treasure hunt/detective date and this guy is yours for life (especially if you’re the prize at the end).

Isn’t the most upfront about the disdain for his demon form, or how he feels weird about not being a true angel (just an extension of Lucifer), so expect a lot of raw, near-tears conversations in his demon form.

Hold him, run your fingers along the inside of his wings and the tips of his horns and Satan hugs you like there’s no tomorrow. He’ll cry, but he doesn’t regret these tears because they’re healing.

Weak for hand kisses. Smooch them hands.

Not super into PDA, but he’ll do other things to show he cares like carry your books and make sure you know what the weather’s like before you leave

Satan still hasn’t lived down the time Lucifer and the others broke down his door because they smelled blood and thought he’d hurt you. Turns out you guys were having sex and he just bit too hard.

Wouldn’t talk to any of them for a week. He swept you up on an impromptu hotel vacation and you continued to avoid everyone by shopping and eating at cafes.

The type to hold your panties hostage or like a trophy. Gives them back eventually, and enjoys watching Mammon almost have an aneurysm as he tries to figure out why his room smells so strongly of you.

Tea dates, cat cafe dates, and plenty of couple pictures with cat filters. Satan’s Devilgram activity goes up substantially when he’s dating.

You’re not his lock screen, but you’re his background.

Asmo

When you two start dating Asmo is literally the happiest demon in all of Devildom. Yeah he’s smug and cute like ‘how could they NOT fall for beautiful me?’ but boy is literally so stoked. All of that babble’s just a cover for how sickeningly happy he is

Thinks the world of you.

Wants to spend all his free time with you, be it napping and cuddling, shopping, getting pampered, or just doing your nails.

Now that he has that real, true love he doesn’t want to be without you.

You trend on Devilgram at least once

SO MANY PICTURES

Took you shopping for perfumes and has the tester strip you used to pick your perfume taped to his vanity. Then he can smell it whenever he likes!

Gives you a small thing of his cologne for when you get lonely or want to smell like him

Boy is super, super extra. Probably has matching shirts that say he’s yours and you’re his.

The type to get couple’s pillows, cups, and pajamas. You also get couple’s massages.

If you wear lipstick, he’s definitely made you a custom one at some exclusive-invite Devilgram event. He put your initials on the base of the tube and thinks it’s the cutest damn thing. His pride and joy--it’s basically a child.

There’s no shame in the bedroom with this one. I really doubt he’d have awkward moments because he has a lot of experience and has run into a lot of things that he’s handled one way or another. It’s gentle coaching and some sweet teasing.

The most embarrassing thing he’s ever done is probably moaned/whined at the wrong time. Or said something semi-naughty at a bad time. He’s not easily shamed so that doesn’t really matter, either.

He melts at the gentlest touches and will be SO dramatic about it, like half fainted into his bed.

Is easily hypnotized by jewelry. He’ll massage your ears if you have earrings in, cooing over them and wanting to look at them. If he’s laying on you and you’re wearing a necklace, he plays with it the whole time.

Beel

Smart but distractable. Beel’s love language revolves around protection and food so pack him a lunch for practice or bring him something from a town date with one of the bros and he’s super excited

He means well but forgets his own strength so there’s a lot that can go wrong in the bedroom

Has probably broken his bed several times

Had sex on the kitchen counter and the bros only found out because one of them was setting up dinner prep and one of the legs just gave out

Big, snuggly bear. Best hugs.

Hardest to wake up because he tends to sleep well and easily. It’s a side effect of being connected to Belphie. Will hug you to him and keep snoring. You have to get someone else to wake him up because he’ll just snuggle you the more you move around and talk

I headcanon that Beel does a tongue thing like Levi, mostly because his cardinal sin is gluttony and that helps get the food in his mouth faster. It’s not as slender or serpentine as Levi’s, but it definitely moves.

Has licked you in his sleep as an affectionate thing.

Loves to snuggle into your hair when he sleeps.

Bite mark king. He’s so affectionate and earnest when he makes love that he just ends up leaving all kinds of signs on you--mostly bite marks but when he’s conscious of leaving too many, they turn into hand prints.

Makes the purr sound when he’s inside of you. Purrs very easily.

Most of his awkward moments come from being oblivious. He’s the kind of guy you have to out-and-out tell you’re flirting with him, that you like him and want to date him.

Beel’s also very shy with flirting. He thinks you’ll just understand that he’s flirting when he shares food or wants to hug, or just anything. It can be missed because he’s generally chill and friendly.

Was royally embarrassed by Asmo (on accident) when he didn’t eat as much at dinner one night and you were ‘too tired’ to come down. Beel went to carry your food up and Asmo somehow found out he’d eaten you out right before. He was filled up on the human energy and you couldn’t walk to come down.

If you ride his face, grab his horns to hold on. It does something for him and his hands go crazy and he really eats.

Scratch his back and he’ll be your forever heater.

His PDA is carrying you because why not? It’s a workout AND you’re close. It makes him give that big, nice smile.

Belphie

The biggest issue is that he falls asleep on you all the time. He doesn’t mean to but he’s TIRED, okay?

Has a name for the cow pillow. Calls it ‘my moo.’ You are one of seven people that know that. Apparently it’s been a thing since he was little.

Has accidentally called you ‘my moo’ when he’s sleep delirious. It means you’re highly thought of. Beel used to be his moo, too, and now he’s been replaced.

This sloth will smother you. He’s like a koala that demands total contact to sleep

Gives you back rubs and massages. Sometimes he stays awake through them, sometimes you get sleepy and that makes him sleepy so he ends up falling asleep on your back.

Not big on PDA, but his version of caring for you is making sure you’re not bothered by annoying people. Wants you to sit with him at lunch though, and he’ll sulk if you don’t.

His favorite kind of dates are where you stockpile food and drink in the room and just feed each other while lounging in cozy blankets

If you make him any kind of pillow or blanket for a birthday, it’s at the top of his collection. Everyone will see it when they walk into his room.

You’ll plan dates in the star room where he just holds you and points out constellations until you fall asleep. Knows a lot of the mythology/stories behind them and shares that.

No matter the size, Belphie likes to cuddle between your boobs. He says it’s for your heartbeat and that they’re comfy like pillows. His tail wags like crazy when he does this.

Also big on physical contact due to his time in the attic. You just have to be alone.

Brush and play with his hair. That’s what he likes most.

Just hold this boy, okay? He needs it.

If you guys are trying to nap and the other brothers are being noisy, he’ll do the demon scream thing to tell them to shut the hell up. He’s an absolute angel to you though. You’re tired too, he knows.

If you get a little purple streak or something in your hair, he’s smitten.

Get him a kanigiri and the boy is super stoked. He’ll wear it all around the House of Lamentation. Bonus points if it has a hoodie or something he can throw up to annoy Lucifer.

Might get you a little stuffed cow toy so you have something to hug if you have to go away or can’t be with him.

The type to be restless if he can’t sleep with you. Will come to your room in the dead of night and ask to snuggle. It’s the only time he’s nice about it (and vulnerable), so say yes.

You get to be a human body pillow. He loves it very much.

#Obey me!#Obey me x reader #Lucifer x Reader #Mammon x Reader #Leviathan x Reader #Levi x Reader #Satan x Reader #Asmodeus x reader #asmo x reader #beelzebub x reader #Beel x Reader #Belphegor x Reader

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princessfbi · 3 years

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#It’s the way that I can dissect this scene and the argument we don’t see but hear when Chimney leaves for hours

..... those tags tho, I’d happily read that dissection 👉🏻👈🏻

Oh man! I am more than happy to oblige.

SO... In order to talk about Buck and Maddie's fight during "Merry Ex-Mas" we have to talk about some people we don't like. Namely, Margaret Buckley and Doug Kendall.

Particularly about how Margaret essentially made Maddie into a mother figure for Buck and Doug point out to Maddie that she is in fact, his sister and not his parent.

Margaret and Philip, whether unintentionally or not, relied on Maddie to take care of Buck. They let her handle him; be his parent. A fine example is in Buck Begins after he fell off the bike. Buck calls out for his mother and she goes to him only to pull back when she sees the bike. It’s a rejection in its most complicated form. The bike, for Margaret, is a symbol of grief. But for Buck and Maddie it was a symbol of growth. Of Buck growing up and becoming a big kid. Of moving on.

Margaret allowing the bike, her grief, to be a kind of barrier to her kids essentially drew a wall between them where she was on one side and Buck and Maddie were on the other. Which can be devastatingly isolating for an about five year old. Five being old enough to realize when a cry for comfort has been ignored is also young enough to still be reliant on others. But their parents didn’t just block out Buck. They blocked out Maddie too. They left her with a kid.

So, Maddie took care of Buck. She raised him. She didn’t have a choice which doesn’t cheapen their relationship. It goes back to what I said in my Maddie character analysis. We would not have Buck without Maddie. The emotional neglect that Buck and Maddie went through could have wrecked them as people. Buck could’ve very easily been turned into a toxic masculine person with resentments that rivaled the size of Margaret’s towards her own children. But he didn’t because of Maddie. Because Maddie showed him what it was like to love and be loved in return.

Maddie saved Buck.

But Maddie was also a kid and because of that added responsibility, I don’t think Maddie had any real boundaries when it came to Buck. Anyone who had a hand in raising a sibling knows the feeling of ownership, if you will, over them. There's a very clear sense of agency you get when you had a hand in making someone into the way they are.

It's why Maddie didn't back down from Margaret when she threw out the accusation that she "didn't know what it was like" because Maddie "wasn't a mother yet." It's why Maddie from young age handed out discipline in a sense with her parents in how they spoke about Buck.

"Don't talk to him like that."

Maddie scolds her parents for the way they disrespect Buck and put him down. She calls them out on their complacency when it comes to their relationship with Buck. Maddie sees herself as a parent figure/protector/authority figure (if not the only one) in Buck's life.

Which leads me to Doug. I think Doug was the person who pointed that out. I think Doug was the person who showed Maddie that she needed live for herself just as much as she lived for Buck. I think Doug saw that lightbulb go off for Maddie and used that to manipulate her as well. Doug recognized and “respected” in his own way that Maddie’s relationship with Buck was something of great value in her life. It’s why he didn’t storm in on those nights where she was alone with Buck after he found her. It’s why he didn’t ask her questions about Buck. It’s why he didn’t demand she come home when she told him “I’m with Evan” on the phone in Buck Begins.

Doug recognized in his own way that Buck was a hard line for Maddie.

So, Doug gave Maddie boundaries for Buck and hoped that would bring her over to his side. And neither Buck or Maddie realized it because they were so used to emotional neglect/manipulation (which is a form of abuse) that they didn't even blink because in their minds', they still had each other.

By Maddie’s own admission, the only thing of value she had at the time, was her relationship with Buck and Doug knew that. So, rather than take it away, he pushed himself in between them as a way to put distance between them.

Boundaries with one another was something completely foreign to Buck because his own idea of a "boundary" was the extreme with his parents: to be shut out completely which Buck would then internalize as being his fault. So, Buck resents Doug not for giving Maddie boundaries with Buck but for not letting Buck be a part of creating those boundaries. He sees it as a way of being shut out again.

Let's take into consideration what Buck said in Buck Begins when he asked to go live with Maddie and Doug.

"It's Doug, isn't it? He hates me."

Buck recognized Doug as another wall in his life and the resentment Buck had wasn't aimed at Maddie but at Doug. He had complete faith that Maddie wasn't shutting him out because she didn't love him anymore. It was because he thought Doug never loved him to begin with. And it's at this point that I think Buck saw the similarities with Maddie in himself. After Maddie left, Buck found himself in the middle between his parents and her. Buck recognized that Maddie was now in the middle between Doug and himself. That's why he didn't confront her in the hospital about Maddie pretending everything was hunky dory. But Buck recognized, before Maddie did, that Doug was the one putting her in the middle.

"You don't have to pretend with me, all right? I know things aren't okay with Doug."

It wasn't until a new beginning, an opportunity for them to escape from their sadness that Buck finally addressed that distance and the reasoning behind it.

Let's skip back to "Merry Ex-Mas" now.

"I don't want to talk about it."

"So, you hate Christmas now. Something else I can thank Doug for, huh?"

This is something I think a lot of people who have been on the sounding board end of a loved one going through a break up where the loved one is still defending the ex can recognize. I think Buck expected a clean break because that's the way Maddie was presenting it. Because Maddie had no problems cutting off everyone else in her life such as her parents, her friends, and to an extent Buck in a very clean, compartmentalized process. So, to Buck this seemed like it should've been the same.

But it wasn't. Because Maddie's relationship with Doug was complicated and she didn't fully cut herself of from him (or at least, didn't stop making excuse for him which is an internalized form of victim blaming) until that moment in the car during "Fight or Flight".

Let's take a look though at the real meat of this argument.

"You can't come into my house, Buck, and act this way."

"'Come into my house?' I'm your brother. Typical old Maddie."

Here's the real kicker.

"Typical old Maddie."

Remember how I said that Buck doesn't resent Maddie, he resents Doug?

Here's what I think we sometimes forget because we, as the audience, view the show as a whole. We, the viewers, know the extent of the trauma Doug put Maddie through but Buck doesn't. All Buck sees is that his sister isn't acting like herself and the only reason he has for that is whatever happened with Doug. Buck doesn't know everything Doug put Maddie through because Maddie has been shielding him from it.

Remember in Buck Begins when Omar tried to get Maddie to tell Buck about what happened?

"Evan can never know."

Even with the events of Buck Begins, Buck is still learning the extent of the abuse Maddie suffered from Doug. He knew Doug beat Maddie and he knew it was pretty bad to the point that he almost killed her. But he didn't know until Chimney told him that the reason Maddie didn't leave with him was because Doug beat her brutally for picking a side; Buck's side. It's one thing to know the broad picture but an entirely different thing to know the details.

Because at some point along the way, Maddie's boundary with Buck became a protective shield for Buck. Maddie may have been in the middle between Doug and Buck but Maddie had put herself over the line in the sand beside Buck once again and neither Buck or Doug realized it.

Maddie doesn't want to explain to Buck why she doesn't want to celebrate Christmas because it's a painful truth for herself but for Buck as well. It's opening up that protective bubble and letting the risk of Buck and herself being hurt again. So, she's shutting down again which is something she'd done before to keep Buck out of that messy part of her life. Except, because Buck thinks Maddie has had this clean break from her life with Doug, he pushes her a little.

"Come on, you love Christmas."

And Maddie lashes out.

"And easy to lash out on the person that you know is always gonna forgive you."

It's a panic response, a knee jerk reaction, because she doesn't want to go through the painful process of unpacking that especially not with Buck because she was still continuing to shield him from it all. She lashed out because, subconsciously at least, she knew it would deflect him from it.

"Typical old Maddie."

And it worked.

#Maddie Buckley #Evan 'Buck' Buckley #The Buckley Siblings #TW Doug Kendall #TW Domestic Abuse #Buck Begins #Merry Ex-Mas #911 on Fox #TW Emotional Neglect #mellaithwen #ask #answered

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goldenlaquer · 3 years

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oh shit I didn't mean to press send so early

uH Abuto breeding kink but uh reader's been trying to flirt with him all day but he couldn't get out of work because of The Menace, Kamui?

man oh man, it’s been a long while, hasn’t it? lemme me pour all the repressed feelings for Mr. A here. AFC meeting, start!

Abuto NSFW Headcanons:

Abuto doesn’t remember picking up another brat along the way.

Brat #1 was his fault, he can readily admit. The mile-long stacks of paperwork that precariously perch on top of his desk now? He had it coming. It’s a punishment of his own making that started all those years ago, from the first moment he stuck his meddling nose in between something that ought to have made its natural course. The overtime of today (and the many other days that will surely succeed it) is his penance, and Abuto, though indirectly (and rather unwillingly actually, but hey, who’s keeping track?), had signed up for it.

But Brat #2. No matter how much he scratches at his mug, he sure as hell didn’t ever sign up for a second one to come pattering into his office like she owns it, his shirt and nothing else hanging loosely over her shoulders like a trophy and a jaunty smile on her lips like no one else’s business. You demand (your exact words) that he gets some rest, that the work can wait (it really can’t) and that he must return himself back to you (shit, he wants to).

The first time, it’s adorable. It makes him break out into a grin and chuckle. It gives his tired geezer eyes a reprieve from black and white and numbers as they sweep down from your wiggling toes up to the where your naked thighs disappear under his shirt. It stirs his dick with interest, however: Tempting as it is, sweetheart, Abuto regretfully shrugs at you, humorously wagging his brows to soothe the no, but these papers don’t do themselves.

The second time, it’s still adorable. You pop your head in, playfully licking your lips, and tell him that you want his tender love and care, please, and while he wants nothing more, nothing more, to take you on that offer, the work is never-ending, and if he does them now then he’ll have so much more time to spend with you later. Surely you’re not that antsy to waste time with an ossan right? Abuto jokes. Patience!

Your wishes for him gradually grow more humble in the third, fourth, and fifth. You walk in, ask him to indulge in you, let you take care of him like he needs to be taken care of, or at the very least, maybe you can give him something to eat? And the every time that he has to double down and say no to that... well, it might just make him go and give Brat #1 a deserving knuckle-sandwich.

The sixth is where everything cracks. Makes him snap his pen and make the ink run down his fingers. It ruins a document as he watches how his rejection all day has given you no choice but resort to desperate measures.

You brace against the closed door, shaky legs spread wide apart as far as it can go without compromising the support. His shirt bunched up and cinched by the side of your arms, showing off the view of your sopping cunt, three fingers snugly buried in, a thumb rubbing frantically at your swollen clit.

“Y-you promised, “ you stutter off into a gasping mewl, jerking your chin further in, dew clinging to your lashes as you move your trembling hand. “Y-y-you p-promised. You, you said only t-three, three more h-h-hours—”

Yes, Abuto vaguely remembers that he did promise something like that, three hours ago. A promise he’s failed to keep, because there’s so much he has to do still.

Your hands speed up and your knees begins to dangerously buckle. A wretched cry spilling past your lips. You’re so, so close. He can tell. You’re about to finish what he couldn’t, taking matters into your hands because he was too busy and you were too impatient to simply wait. You do it in front of him as a punishment, trying to give yourself a good time while he’s working his ass off for you.

Abuto doesn’t raise his voice in anger often and he doesn’t do it now either, but the “Don’t.” that hisses out between his teeth has all the impact and intensity of it. The harsh sound hangs in the air between you. Mercifully your hands still, the chase to a paltry orgasm forgotten. Your eyes widen in surprise, shiny and doe-like.

The desk is perfectly split into two. Wood and paper rain down, hours of meticulous, hard work littering the ground. And Abuto walks through the carnage; he’s past caring.

Sweetheart, Darling, Doll. Brat. The petnames that he uses for you, breathed hotly against your mouth while he backs you up further against the door, easily swinging your legs around his waist and pushing your hips up and up until your quivering pussy is dragged against the front of his open pants, his thick length catching on your soft lips. Your hands scrabble across his chest, breathing hard in excitement, kneading as his shoulders. There’s a flash of emotion across your pretty face. Victory. Abuto growls, inflamed by the audacity. You really have too much time on your hands, don’t you? Must be nice. Maybe he’s been spoiling you too much, readily giving in to what you want, whenever and wherever you want it. Because the moment that he directs his attention elsewhere, you suddenly don’t know how to act right.

Or is it because of something else? Is this what it is? His cockhead bobs against your clenching hole, and he has to quell the faint surprise as he’s practically sucked in. He bends his head to look at where you connect, at the absolute mess of a state your cunt is in, folds dripping and your clit red and engorged. You can’t even keep a squeeze on him more than 2 seconds, your walls anxiously contracting around him like it’s afraid that he’ll leave. He hasn’t done a single thing to warrant this reaction and you’re already desperate. Too desperate. Somehow, Abuto tells you, he thinks that this goes way beyond you just missing him.

I-it’s just... it’s just... I don’t know. You’ve been caught, and you try to avoid answering by thunking your head against the door behind you, struggling to keep yourself from bursting around the seams as you adjust to the delicious throbs of cock in you.

Ah, no. He’s sure that you do know. A big hand slithers under his shirt, palming your sensitive tummy. What’s the matter? What’s got you acting this way? Abuto, damn him, takes a softer approach, beguiling his tone and rubbing his thumb in comfort on your skin. He can take care of it. You know he can always take care of you.

Of course, it works. You can’t help the shaky jolts of your hips as you disclose the reason, burrowing his cock in deeper as you tell him how you’ve been worked up all day, thinking about just how much you wanted to be full with him, how much you wanted to spread your thighs for him as he takes his reward for all the hard work he’s been doing for you, reaping his benefits again and again, round after round, until you’re dripping his seed down your thighs, and until your tummy feels full.

“A-a-and...” You make bashful eye-contact with him then. “M-maybe... after.... I-I’ll be full with something else too.”

oh. fuck.

Abuto is completely stopped in his tracks. Not his first time with you, honestly. But the shy confession that you’ve been trying to get him to stop work just so he can fuck a baby into you, make you all nice and soft and plump with his kid, is something— something else.

Abuto wasn’t lying when he said he can take care of it, of you, but it’s not you that’s been spoiled, it’s him who was slacking. Clearly, he was doing something wrong if you’re the one who has to come forward and ask him for something he already should’ve been doing in the first place.

You whimper in panic as his cock swells up further, pushing against your tight hole beyond what it’s usually put through. His grip on you tightens to almost-pain, and you feel a hot tongue lick at the sweat misting your temples. He starts moving again, shoving up deeper into sensitive flesh that your previous weaker attempts couldn’t reach.

Abuto apologizes. For the lost time. And for making you wait. He’ll make it up to you, with Brat #3.

#gintama #gintama headcanons #gintama imagine #abuto #abuto yato #abuto x reader #answered ask #not sfw

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zigtheeortega · 3 years

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come back to me

pairing | colt x mc

word count | 5.3k

warnings | blood, guns, bullets, wounds, and a mention of death. there’s a section of the fic where mc gets shot when a job goes awry – it’s used in a hurt/comfort scenario, but be warned that it’s in there! lmk if i need to use any other tags!

tags | @raleighcarrera, @pixeljazzy, @senatorraines, @jaxmatsuo, @rodappreciationweek

author’s note | i’ve never written a colt fic before, so i wanted to take a crack at a slowburn colt au – this fic takes place over the span of about ten-ish years (fifteen-ish total since the events of book one). i’m not the biggest colt expert so i hope i did him justice!

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“If you ever ask me to do this much ass kissing again, I’m divorcing you.”

Colt flung himself onto the bed, still fully clothed, crossing his arms across his chest.

“Oh, stop being dramatic,” Raquel laughed, reaching back to unzip herself, the soft fabric of her sundress sliding down her body and onto the floor.

He hummed from his place on the bed, neck craning to watch her as she changed into her pajamas.

“Stop distracting me from being annoyed,” he grumbled, letting his head fall back, his gaze trained on the ceiling.

“Are you actually mad at me or are you just complaining to hear yourself talk?” She asked, but before he could respond she’d climbed on top of him, wrapping him in a koala hug, nestling her head under his chin.

Naturally, he hugged her back, his arms snaking around her waist.

He shrugged. “I’m not mad at you.”

She giggled into his chest, sending tremors up his body, the warmest kind. “You’re the most stubborn man I’ve ever met.”

“Yeah, I don’t know why you married me,” he kissed the top of her head. “You’re too good for me.”

Raquel pushed herself up till they were nose to nose, giving him a pointed look. “I haven’t been too good for anyone since we were kids.” She pressed a quick kiss on his lips, intending to pull away, but he gripped her chin before she could, kissing her deeply.

He’d never get tired of that… and he’d never get tired of her.

For the longest time, he thought it was too far-fetched to expect he’d find someone willing to stick around through all of his bullshit, much less someone who’d legally binded herself to him.

He was still in awe with how it played out.

He’d returned to Los Angeles dangerously too soon after their run in with The Brotherhood. Incidentally enough, he was laying low on high alert for so long… but nothing came of it.

Maybe they’d been arrested, maybe they’d gotten justice, or maybe they just moved on to terrorize another city. He’d always assumed it was the latter.

Rebuilding his father’s autoshop was painful, no matter how deep he tried to shove those feelings down.

Colt’s vision for his father’s crumbling empire wasn’t one that came into focus for him for years.

Five years after The Brotherhood incident, all he had to show for it was a struggling auto shop with a few criminal employees who barely knew how to hotwire a car.

It seemed like there were no hills in sight, only cavernous valleys.

Five years after The Brotherhood incident, the death of his father, and the end of the Mercy Park Crew, she came into focus.

Raquel stepped into the garage, heels clacking against the dirty concrete, her gait determined.

He watched her from his tiny office, peering through the blinds as she glided confidently across the auto shop and up to his door.

She rapped her knuckles against it a few times, a little too heavy handedly.

There’s no way she’s really here, he thought, shaking his head. No fucking way.

He debated whether or not to let her in – the last time a Kaneko opened their doors to her, they nearly ruined her life.

He twisted the knob and yanked it open anyways, an insult bubbling up his throat. After all these years, he figured he’d be relieved to see her, but the tiny sliver of relief was easily overshadowed by his knee jerk reaction of annoyance and shock.

There was a small part of him that was excited, but not enough to warrant being nice to her.

When he came face to face with her for the first time, she spoke first. “Hi, Mr. Kaneko. I’d like to apply for a bookkeeping job.”

He blinked when she shoved a thick manila folder in his hands. “I think my qualifications speak for themselves.”

He thumbs the edges of the papers, flipping through her resume and the thick Master’s thesis. She’s too fucking smart to be back here.

Before anyone in the shop could see, he tugged her arm till she was inside, all but slamming the door behind her.

“What the fuck are you doing here?”

She ripped her arm from his grasp, brows furrowed. “I’m here to work.”

“Don’t you get how dangerous it is for you to be here or are you just stupid?” He all but spat, slapping the folder onto his desk.

“If I’m stupid that makes you just as much of an idiot as me,” she countered, crossing her arms firmly. “I know the risks.”

“You can’t be dumb enough to think I’d take that risk, though,” he rolled his eyes, plopping into the chair at his desk.

She laughed – actually laughed – at him, covering her mouth. “Forgive me for that.”

He cocked a brow at her, waiting for her to continue.

“I went to school with pretentious male academics for five years, Colt. Whatever you’re gonna say to me has already been said, and it won’t hurt my feelings.”

He leans forward, flipping to her resume, tearing it off the top. “Let’s see, here. Langston college, yeah, I remember that. Graduated with honors? Predictable to do that three times in a row, don’t you think?”

She laughed again. “That’s a new one. I’ll have to log that under my favorite insults.”

“Well, I have loads. You’re giving me lots of material, Miss Olvera,” he mocked her, going back to skimming her resume.

Truthfully, he was trying to scare her away by being mean, and it wasn’t working. He didn’t want to dig too deep, though, because he wasn’t that evil.

He liked the girl – hell, if he didn’t like her, would he be bending over backwards to make her hate him purely for her safety?

“I can’t pay you well. I’m still rebuilding, and we’re barely breaking even. We’ve been sticking to straight work till I can manage to rebuild our reputation and relationships with buyers.”

She nodded. “I completely understand, and I don’t mind.”

“What, are you gonna ask me for a place to stay next?” He grumbled, rolling his eyes.

He was lying if he didn’t feel a little something stir in his stomach at the possibility of her staying in his apartment above the shop.

“No, I’m alright.”

“You came back to L.A. and you immediately have a place to stay? You’re lying.”

Her lips pressed into a firm line, she shook her head. “I’m back at my dad’s house.”

“What? There’s no fucking way I’m letting you work here if you’re living with a cop –”

“He passed away last year,” she chewed her lip, trying to keep her face neutral. “He had a heart attack in the middle of the night. Couldn’t get to the phone in time.

“Thankfully, he had a will set in place soon after mom died,” she shrugged. “I got the house, so I’m good.”

His fists clenched at his side. He’d already taken it too far without even meaning to.

“Sorry to hear that.”

She scoffed, a single forced laugh bursting from her lips. “You don’t have to respect him in front of me to save face or whatever. Your feelings about my dad don’t affect me.”

He nodded once, and the room descended into silence. He took the time to actually read her resume that time around, finding himself genuinely impressed with what she’d accomplished.

What he wanted to ask was “Why the fuck did you come back here?” but instead, what came out was, “You’re sure you can handle this?”

“I’m sure.”

She said those words with such conviction that he never had to ask again.

Raquel cuddled up to him, her breathing evening out. He hadn’t realized they’d gone that long without speaking.

He didn’t mind it though. He didn’t care as long as she was with him.

She stirred in her sleep, nearly rolling off of him, so he took that as his cue to tuck her in.

When she was settled under the covers, he pressed a kiss to her forehead and stepped out onto the deck.

The beach house they’d rented was a hundred feet from the shore, the waves grating against the sand creating the perfect white noise.

Perfect for sleeping, he mused, thinking about how quickly Raquel fell asleep in his arms, watching the water crash and retreat, push and pull over and over.

That same back and forth was what eventually brought him and Raquel together. They butted heads constantly, but had the same view on lots of decisions. They’d finish each other’s sentences and the crew would give each other knowing looks that he ignored.

A year in, she finally broke down. Not purposefully, and certainly not with the intent of him finding her curled into a sobbing mess outside of the garage.

“Hey what the hell, Raquel? It’s dangerous out here,” he called as he jogged up to her crumpled form.

He didn’t notice she was crying until he’d crouched down to check the injuries he thought she’d have.

She shielded her face with one hand and used the other to wave him away. “Just go.”

“I’m not leaving until you’re safe.”

It wasn’t even meant to be romantic. He’d do it for the rest of his crew since they’d grown so close.

There wasn’t a possibility of anything happening between them, or so he thought at the time. And what she admitted to him that night sealed their fate for years.

He’d managed to help her inside to his office, pulling back his worn office chair for her to collapse into.

A short “You okay?” Was all he could manage. He was new to this wellness check stuff and it didn’t come naturally to him.

But he knew as a leader, he had to do a lot more than just telling people what to do. Even if they split without a word in a week’s time, they were still a working machine that needed a little elbow grease every once in a while.

Even in the dim lamp light he could tell her eyes were red rimmed.

“I don’t think you want to hear my explanation as to why I’m not,” she laughed humorlessly, using the sleeve of her shirt to scrub the streak of makeup under her eye.

“I’m not good at this comforting shit, but I’ve got ears and I’ve gotten pretty good at using them,” he joked, sliding into the rickety folding chair in front of the desk.

She shrugged, flinging her hands up. “You’re gonna make fun of me –”

“– I won’t –”

“– You will, Colt. I know you and you’re gonna scoff the minute I take a breath.”

He couldn’t hold back the small smile at that.

“Well, yeah, but you don’t have to take it to heart.”

She sniffled, laughing. “You’re hard to ignore.”

“So are you, hard ass. Tell me what’s wrong.”

The sigh that came from her was labored, struggled, like she was about to drop heavy weights onto the floor of the office.

“Today’s the one year anniversary since I started working for you.”

He cocked a brow. “That’s it?”

“If you’d just let me explain then you’d know,” she rolled her eyes. “You’re already sucking at being a good listener.”

He held his hands up in surrender, leaning back into his chair. “Sorry.”

“My whole game plan was to figure out how to make myself useful. It’s why I got my Masters in accounting in the first place. I wanted to have my solid place in the crew, you know? Like I earned my spot.”

He nodded, waiting for her to continue.

“I just had this stupid fairytale idea in my head about coming back to L.A. and none of that’s come true.”

“Well, what was it? Anything I can do?” He asked.

Raquel sank her teeth into her bottom lip to keep it from trembling. She shook her head in response, taking a few deep breaths till she could finish.

“I wanted our old crew back. I… thought Logan would be back here by now, or looking for me at the very least,” she rubbed her temples, closing her eyes. “I waited five years to come back here and I’ve barely lasted one year in L.A. without him.”

He couldn’t help but flex his hand in and out of a fist a couple times as she spoke.

Yeah, it was true he didn’t care for Logan that much, but she liked him. Loved him, even.

If she was this dedicated to him six years later and he still hadn’t tried finding her, he didn’t deserve her.

“So it’s about Logan?” He asked with zero judgement, and she could tell.

She nodded, sniffling again. “Maybe I’ve just deluded myself into thinking we meant more to each other, but I’m still in love with him and I don’t know when that’s going to end for me.”

He didn’t know what to say, so he did what he thought was best.

He stood up, taking a couple steps till he was close enough to lay his palm on her shoulder, rubbing his thumb gently across the fabric.

She laid her hand on his thumb, holding it in place, as the sobs shook her body.

After that, he tried his hardest to keep her from crying. Which entailed leaving Logan’s name out of things.

Colt abandoned his shirt and shoes at the back door and hopped off the deck, landing softly on the sand. He took his time walking towards the water, gaze transfixed on the moon, which was at its peak in the sky.

He always thought the fact that the sea and moon were interlinked was kind of peculiar. The moon, thousands and thousands and thousands of miles away, had just enough power to pull the waves in the right direction.

He thought of Raquel like his moon far too often. The minute he was in her gravitational pull, he found himself wanting to follow her – to let her take the reins – and that was rare.

The first time he knew it was the beginning of the end with her was when a job went south.

Three years after she broke down about wanting the old crew back, they got a taste of the old violence.

One of their crew members, Isaac, had said for weeks that he had a weird gut feeling about that job in particular. Colt waved him off, reminding him that he’d value proof over superstition anyday.

In short, they were ambushed – nothing out of the ordinary in terms of their day to day risk.

What Colt wasn’t expecting, however, was for Raquel to be the one who got hurt.

They were cornered by the masked group, and before their crewmember Aly could grab her gun and shoot, one of them fired, the cracking sound of the gunshot echoing off the concrete flooring of the rundown parking garage.

Raquel’s pained groan followed immediately after.

Colt’s heart stopped when he saw the fabric of her jeans turning a deep deep maroon, the blood spreading faster than he could process what’d happened.

Her eyes fluttered and she stumbled to her knees, crying out as she knelt, bending her legs, one of which had been freshly torn through with a bullet.

“Don’t let them get away –” he shouted, flinging his arm in the direction of the fleeing criminals. He knelt down to scoop Raquel’s crumpled form into his arms. “Isaac, stay here.”

Isaac froze, nodding. “Anything you need, boss.”

“Drop me off at the shop so I can patch her up. I have to stop the bleeding.”

Colt’s voice was calm and even, but inside he was at his breaking point. He sat in the backseat of the car with Raquel strewn across his lap, the color draining from her face with each passing minute.

His palm was firmly pressed against her calf to halt the bleeding. He was thankful that the adrenaline was numbing the pain till they could make it to the shop.

She’d wince every time he adjusted his slippery grip, instinctively turning her head into the crook of his neck. That didn’t cross his mind till much later.

When she attempted talking once or twice, he furiously shushed her each time. “Save your energy. You’ll need it.”

When Isaac skidded to a stop in the garage, Colt tossed his keys Isaac’s way. “Take my car and get out of the city for a few days. Lay low. I’ll clean this one up and it’ll be good as new when you come back.”

Isaac nodded, brows furrowed. “I should’ve… I knew it was gonna go south but I should’ve tried to convince you again –”

Colt held up a hand. “You were right, and I should’ve trusted your gut instinct, and I will from now on. This is solely on me. Don’t blame yourself.”

He nodded, hopping out of the car, sliding into Colt’s convertible, and disappearing into the night.

He’d managed to get Raquel into the apartment and onto the worn leather couch in the office – she was pale and clammy, flitting in and out of being fully aware of what was going on.

“Colt… I can clean up my leg, just… just give me a second to catch my breath,” she said, her eyes drooping closed.

“Absolutely not. Give me a second. I’m trying to find the goddamn gauze but I don’t see it anywhere –”

He was glad his back was turned, because he was shaking in terror and rage in a way he hadn’t in a long time.

The first aid kit clattered out of his hands and onto the desk, and he cursed, gripping the side of the desk till his knuckles were bright white and screaming at him to let go.

“Colt…” she whispered. “I’ll be fine. I’m just hurting.”

He dragged a chair to her side, propping her ankle up against his knee before getting to work cutting a thin line up the outer seam of her jeans. The blood trickled onto his own leg, saturating the denim of his pant leg immediately.

“Are you gonna ignore me the whole time you work on my leg?” She joked, wincing. “Fuck –”

The scissors were close to the wound, and he tried his best to stretch it away from it before cutting further.

“Sorry,” he murmured, grabbing two rags and dousing it in hydrogen peroxide. He rolled up the second one, handing it to Raquel.

She sighed shakily before stuffing it into her mouth, digging her fingers into the cracked leather of the couch.

She nodded once, giving him the sign to get it over with.

The second the damp rag touched her bloodied skin, she panted through her nose, eyes screwed shut.

“I’m sorry, I know it hurts.” He grunted, grimacing as her thigh bucked against his hand, despite him trying to hold her in place.

When he touched the wound, she screamed, devolving into choked, muffled sobs.

He’d made a vow to make sure she never cried over Logan again, and instead he’d broken his promise by putting her in direct danger over and over and over again.

There was no reason for her to accompany them on jobs – she knew the risk, and didn’t care, but it didn’t mean he couldn’t stop her from coming.

No matter how hard he tried, he was always the reason she was getting hurt.

“This is all my fault,” he said, when he’d finished cleaning her wound. “I should’ve never let you come along to our trades.”

She scrubbed her eyes with the back of her hand, a couple stray tears still glistening across her temples. “I wanted to be a part of this. Like you said to Isaac, you can’t blame yourself for this.”

“I don’t care what you say, alright? It was my fucking fault and you should’ve never been a part of this life.”

“Colt.”

He glanced up, barely able to meet her gaze.

“Whether you want to admit it or not, I’ve been a part of this life for nearly ten years now. I’m almost thirty. You’re closer to thirty than me. I know what I’ve gotten myself into, and I’m sticking by you regardless of the risk on my life.”

She slipped a clammy hand over his, which still held her thigh firmly in place. “If I lose my life on a job, I don’t regret it at all. I’d never regret meeting you.”

She took a labored breath, laying back against the armrest. “That took a lot out of me.”

Colt shook his head. “Stop talking. You need your energy.”

Raquel rolled her eyes. “I try being nice to you and you ignore it every time.”

“I just don’t know what the fuck to say to that. What the fuck am I supposed to say to that, huh?” He asked incredulously.

She blinked, her eyes narrowing. “I just got fucking shot, and you’re cursing at me while asking me to be your therapist? Am I hearing that right?”

He picked up his bloodied hands from her leg and threw them up in the air. “I have a lot going on in my head right now, and I’m not trying to fight you or get you to be my fuckin’ therapist, alright? I’m just confused.” He was barely below a shout, his chest heaving when he was done.

“I can’t read your mind, Colt. I’m kind of delirious with blood loss right now, so the least you can do is not yell at me and ask me politely to slate this conversation for later,” she said firmly, wincing while she shifted on the couch.

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever,” he panted, shrugging his stained black thermal off. He tossed it to the side, revealing his equally as bloodied white tee.

He slipped that shirt off, too, tearing the shirt into long strips.

Raquel watched him, her brown eyed gaze one of both confusion and something more he couldn’t place and didn’t care to think about.

Wordlessly, he plopped back down, tying the shredded strips above the wound on her calf, fingertips grazing her skin as delicately as he could manage.

He let his hands linger for a bit too long, staring at the open wound on her leg.

Daring a look her way, Colt caught her watching him with a soft gaze, one that he hadn’t earned.

“You’re not mad at me for being there tonight… you’re mad at yourself for not protecting me,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

He nodded once.

“You’re hoping that this makes me want to leave, because you won’t ask me yourself. You don’t want me to leave.”

He nodded again, glancing away from her.

After a long silence and avoidance of turning her way, she spoke first.

“You’re worried I don’t feel the same.”

He froze, dropping his hands from her leg. She was right, but if he admitted to it and she still didn’t feel the same, then what was he risking all this shit for?

Why was he still clinging onto the hope that she’d feel the same if nine years of pining was seconds away from being thrown out the window?

Mustering up his remaining courage, he nodded one last time.

And when he looked at her that time, she was beaming. Through the excruciating pain, she was smiling.

He broke first, scooting to the edge of his chair to get as close as he could. “What?”

“It’s funny that you were worried we weren’t on the same page. I think we might’ve been for a long time,” she laughed, hoarse and weak, but it was still her laugh that he loved so much.

“What do you mean?”

And then she said the words that he’d desperately needed to hear for nearly a decade.

“I came for Logan but I stayed for you.”

Once Raquel admitted that to him, he was all in. Completely committed, never faltering.

Their first kiss was anything but, the sensation one of nine years of pent up feelings from Colt’s end, and years of her own. Their first kiss was more of a sealant of their future (and their fate).

Their first kiss was everything Colt had dreamed of.

He kissed her like she was air and he was drowning and she was filling his lungs to the brim, her warmth spreading from his insides out.

She didn’t pull away after the first one, and neither did he.

For who knew how long, he was on his knees next to the bloodied couch, cupping her face with his palms, and kissing her like he had a decade of missed opportunities to make up for.

After that, they were inseparable.

And he never doubted her devotion to him again.

They fell into a routine of working at the shop together during the day and into the late hours of the night after everyone had left, before stumbling upstairs into Colt’s apartment, lips locked, hands roaming.

And she drove him to every job from then on, easily evading cops and maneuvering the underbelly of L.A. like it was second nature.

Colt waded into the warm water, barely feeling it as it lapped at his ankles, calves, thighs.

When he was waist deep, he opted to float on his back, using the opportunity to revel in the star littered sky. One he didn’t get to see too often in the heavily light polluted sky of Los Angeles. Was this really the same sky he’d lived under all these years?

He didn’t really plan on marrying Raquel.

It was never in the sleazy way where he was going to leave her the second he got what he wanted – he was content being with her. Living with her. Kissing her. Loving her.

But he didn’t think he needed to go through the motions because that’s supposedly what people in love did. He figured it was enough to spend his life with her without doing all the extra shit.

She brought it up first, nearly four years later.

At that point, he moved into her father’s house with her – they’d crash in Colt’s old apartment above the shop if they were too tired to drive home.

They were curled up on the old futon in his room, huddling under the blankets, and she was curled against his side, drawing circles through his short tuft of chest hair.

“We should get married.”

“Hmm?” He asked, in a haze, nearly drifting off to sleep before she’d spoken.

“You heard me.”

“You really wanna?”

“Well, yeah. I’ve always wanted to get married, even when I was a little girl.”

He kissed the top of her head, squeezing her closer.

“You’ve always been a daydreamer then,” he chuckled.

“Yeah, I used to dig up my old Easter dresses and strut into the living room asking my Dad to walk me down the aisle.”

“And did he?”

She laughed, lifting her head to get a good look at him. “Yep. Walked me right down the hallway and back to my room to change me out of my clothes.”

Her face fell a bit despite the fond memory. “I think I care more about it now because I know my parents won’t be there. It feels like if I don’t get married, I’m breaking a promise, as dumb as that sounds.”

He shook his head. “It doesn’t sound dumb at all, sweetheart. I don’t care what we do as long as it makes you happy.”

She smiled, leaning in to press a soft kiss on his lips. “I love you.”

Wrapping her up in a hug, he kisses her back with fervor, echoing her sentiment in the form of mumbling against her lips. I love you.

Roughly a year later, they opted for a quick courthouse wedding and a honeymoon that consisted of staying in bed all day and ordering food to build back the calories they’d burned.

Around that time, Raquel reconnected with some of her only living relatives on her Dad’s side. She’d gotten close to a few of her distant cousins, and they convinced her to have a small ceremony for their family in Belize.

And fifteen years after he’d met Raquel, on the cusp of spring and summer, he married her again in front of an intimate crowd and kissed her like it was their first time.

He’d complained about having to ass kiss her judgemental old relatives, but he didn’t really mind. Seeing her in a white dress, beaming like it was the best day of her life, was enough to make any issue nothing but a minor annoyance.

“Hey!”

Colt swirled his arms in the water till he was upright again, grinning when he noticed the bright red lines on her face – she’d clearly just woken up.

“Hey, sweetheart. You sleep okay?”

“Come back to bed,” she asked, pointing at the back door of their beach house.

He tipped his chin at her. “You come out here.”

She rolled her eyes, before tearing off her nightgown, running towards the water at full speed, no hesitation.

He caught her in his arms, letting her wrap her legs comfortably around his waist while he waded out to deeper waters.

“Ugh. I was having a good dream, too, until I realized the bed was empty,” she grumbled, looping her arms tighter around his neck.

“Sorry about that. I promise next time I’ll wake you up before I head out.”

She nodded, content with his answer.

They were both chest deep in the water, faces close, the soft rays from the moon the only light they had.

“Why’d you bring me out here, Colt?” She murmured, eyes flitting to his lips, which were upturned in a soft smile.

“I was just thinking. This spring makes fifteen years since I met you.”

She hugged him, pressing a kiss on his cheek. “And only, like, six years since we came to our senses.”

He laughed heartily, squeezing her tighter around the waist. “You’re right.”

“Remember when we jumped off the cliff together?” He asked.

“Yeah, of course. It was the first time I ever felt a spark with you,” she grinned. “Took a long time for it to turn into a flame, though.”

“That was the first time I knew I loved you,” he admitted. “I wanted to kiss you so badly and I kicked myself in the ass for years for not trying –”

She cut him off with a passionate kiss, her tongue slipping into his mouth almost as soon as his mouth moved in tandem with hers. It was the sloppy, unplanned kiss he’d envisioned for that day.

“I think everything worked out for the better. I’m not sure we were ready for each other back then,” she said honestly, her forehead pressed against his.

“We needed to grow a little bit before falling in love, huh? You’re so smart,” he said, voice low, pressing another kiss to her lips.

“Yeah, and now we’ve got the rest of our lives.”

She was right (like she always was), and he couldn’t help but feel a twinge in his chest like he’d felt many times before.

He’d waited that damn long for her, so he was going to savor the rest of their life together as much as he could.

#playchoices #choices rod #rodaw #rodtimecapsule #colt kaneko #colt kaneko x mc #jade writes choices fics #cw: injury #cw: guns #cw: blood #tw wounds #tw injury

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sqrensq · 3 years

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𝐃 𝐈𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐃𝐄𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

-> never thought i'd be writing this, but as requested a me x alex fic.

cw: nsfw ( minors & females dni ), verbal humiliation (name calling such as slut and whore), face slapping, fingering, choking, spanking, unprotected sex, sir k.

taglist: @benis-boi1

“Strip,” Alex's voice commanded. Soren could tell from the tone of it that it was going to be one of those nights; the nights they craved constantly, where he surrenders themselves to his dominance.

They already felt aroused as their cunt tingled at the thought of what was in store while their mind ran away with him.

“I’m sorry, did you not understand? Do I have to dumb it down so that you’ll know what I meant?” He was using the tone of voice that people would use when they were speaking to a little kid, and they're instantly craving more as it cut them out of their reverie. “You’re going to take off your clothes and get on your knees.”

“Sorry sir,” they mumbled, their cheeks heating up with a mixture of embarrassment and arousal. His words seemed to travel directly to their core. Soren pulled their shirt over their shoulders and threw it at the chair in the corner of the room. Their pants and briefs soon followed, and they toed off their boots and socks. They slid down to their knees in front of him so fast that it’s a wonder they didn’t get carpet burn.

“Well,” Alex mused, cocking a half smirk down at them, “it’s great to see the little slut doesn’t have a problem with doing what their told.”

They shuddered, eyes closing slightly and legs unconsciously spreading. His voice was by far his greatest weapon, deadlier than any gun or blade. And here he was using it against them so casually. He made it all sound so simple.

“My my, aren’t you just an eager little whore,” he squatted down to look them in their eyes, making them feel even smalldespite the fact they were taller than he was. He slipped a hand out and caressed their cheek; a silent gesture to show that this was just a scene, and under the tough exterior Alex loved them. He slipped his thumb into their mouth and they eagerly sucked it in. Soren's tongue lapped at the pad of it, and their head bobbed slightly while they sucked. He let them roll their tongue around it for another few seconds before he was taking it out and slapping them across the face.

It wasn’t hard, enough to leave a bruise shape of his hand but nowhere near as strong as it could’ve been had he put even half his strength into it. They shivered and clenched their thighs together to try and relieve some of the pressure.

“Do you know why I hit you?” He asked, and his voice was deep and gravelly.

“No, sir.”

“That was because you’re mine. You’re my nasty little slut, and if I want to hit you, I will. And you don’t have a problem with that, do you?” The way he was grinning at them made them want to cum right there on the spot.

They wordlessly shook their head. You weren’t sure if anything you said would make sense at this point. Your cheek was still tingling from the hit and your knees were starting to grow uncomfortable from the rough carpet.

The most present sensation out of everything they were feeling right now, though, was the ache between their thighs. They just wanted him to bury himself inside of you, but they wanted, no, needed to hear him demean them more. This was what they craved at the end of a hunt. Not candles and rose petals, but bruises and tear tracks. And Alex knew that. Hell, he craved it as well. That’s what made the two go so well together. They both understood and reciprocated each other’s needs.

He stood back up to his full height and slowly unbuckled his belt, and Soren wouldn’t be surprised if their tongue was hanging out eagerly at this point. He pulled himself out of his pants and sighed at the relief of being taken out of the tight confinement.

He rumbled out a laugh that was low and menacing when he saw how eagerly they eyed his cock. He lazily stroked it, twisting his hand at the head and thumbing at the building precum. They licked their lips, eyeing how shiny the head was growing.

“Look at how desperate you are for me,” he whistled. “It’s not often you get a whore as pretty as you for free.”

They whined, torn between looking up at his face or his cock. “Please, Alex, please let me suck your cock. I need to-”

“Oh, you need to?” Now he was full blown laughing, no quiet chuckle. Their face flushed even more and they were pretty sure there was a puddle on the floor in between their legs. "I’m in charge here. So why don’t you sit there and look pretty.“

Soren felt embarrassed, they were completely bare and exposed on the floor while he stood tall and imposing over you, fully clothed except for his dick which he was currently fucking into his fist. They leaned back to sit on their heels to get more comfortable, deciding to just sit still and wait him out.

They could tell he was getting close, theu you idly slid a hand between your legs. If he wasn’t going to touch them, they'd touch themselves.

"Oh no,” he laughed when he looked down and saw your hand between their legs.

Alex let go of his cock and reached down, grabbing them from under their arms and tossing them onto the bed. Theu landed with a light bounce, chest heaving as you watched him stalk over to you.

“The only person who gets to touch this slutty pussy,” he broke off to cup it, “is me. I own you, little boy.”

His hand jerked back only to crack forward, landing an open-palmed smack to their cunt. They let out a cry and clenched their legs tightly around his hand to prevent it from happening again. “Alex!”

His hand slid up and down between their thighs, moving easily from the amount of slick they'd managed to produce ever since they walked into the bedroom. His fingertips brushed against their clit and they bit their lip to keep themselves from moaning out. He pushed their legs open and climbed in between them to keep Soren from forcing them closed again, and then he traced two of his fingers around their hole.

“This what you want?” He asked with an eyebrow quirked up.

They nodded eagerly.

“Yeah? You want my fingers in this slutty cunt?” They nodded again and planted their feet on the bed to hold their legs up. He slid two fingers in and they groaned at the stretch. He shallowly thrusted them in and out, not even attempting to brush them against their sweet spot. This was about stretching them out for him, not their pleasure.

They gripped the sheets on each side of them as he added a third finger. It burned slightly but it was probably the most comforting feeling in the world to them, full of promises of what was going to come.

“Think you’re ready?”

They nodded eagerly. “Yeah, Alex. I’m fucking ready.”

His hand slapped their cunt again. “Watch your tone, whore.”

They winced. “Sorry.”

He stood up to kick his pants and underwear off and flung his shirt somewhere behind him before practically diving back up and onto the bed.

They felt the blunt head of his cock against their hole before he was thrusting into them without warning. Their hands reached up to claw at his shoulders, despite his fingers they still felt the burn of his cock as it stretched them apart. “Holy fuck!”

He leaned his head down and kissed their neck, alternating between soft kisses and harsh sucks. Suddenly he pulled his hips back before slamming forward with so much force that they were pushed up the bed a little. He set up a punishing pace, and it felt like they were getting bruised from the inside.

One of his hands trailed up to their neck and squeezed tight enough to constrict their breathing. Their hands automatically reached up to grab his wrist, your body’s default reaction; but he kept his grip strong while he continued to ram into them.

They were pulsating around him and everything felt heightened by the lack of oxygen.

“You gonna come?” Alex grunted into their ear. He was slamming into them hard, fast, and oh so deep. Their body was being forced to accommodate him and it was the best feeling in the world.

White spots started dancing across their vision and they felt themselves veer towards the edge. Suddenly he pushed in as deep as he could and ground his hips into their clit. They were coming before they even realized what was happening, and his hand loosened around their neck to let them breathe again. After they had calmed down he began a quick pace of shallow thrusts, and it didn’t take him long to come after they had squeezed him so tightly before.

“Fuck, Soren,” he panted against their neck, and they felt streams of his cum paint their insides. It was the best reward they could have gotten. After he finished, he pulled out and rolled onto his side, keeping them in his arms. “You good?”

“Fuck yeah I’m good.”

#sugar daddy alex 💸#mlm #smut #m4m #here it is #i hope that anon's happy #and i hope alex is happy too

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kangaroo-sniper-imagine · 3 years

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Mercs who didn’t pay attention to their family trees

-I’m only doing a few mercs, cuz otherwise this would be huge-

Scout and Spy

When Miss Pauling introduced their newest recruit, The Thief, everyone was at least interested with the new blood. They were useful on the field; fast, silent, deadly, quickly able to steal the info case and dashing back to safety in record time. They were closed off at first, like many are in a new environment, but quickly opened up as soon as they were settled in.

The only person who didn’t quite connect with them was Spy (shocker). There was something about the new recruit that stuck him odd, something familiar about them that he couldn’t just put his finger on. The Frenchman’s son felt similarly.

“It’s like I already know ‘em; which is weird ‘cuz I’m dead certain we’ve never met before.”

It wasn’t until several weeks later, as the ten of you all were joined in the rec room, just enjoying each other’s company after a successful match. Jacque sat in the corner with Mick {not to derail but I totally think that they’re secret best friends who roast each other on the field}, both sipping at their drinks and idly talking as Jeremey sat with them, having a loud conversation with Jane from across the room.

Then they heard it. A deep, throaty chortle that was extremely unattractive, coming from across the room, coming from you

Both Jacque and Jeremy froze, the sound too familiar for it to be comfortable, eyes snapping to you, where you were wildly laughing with Travish. The Scotsman was sloshed and laughed along with your, his thundering laughter almost drowning out your own. Almost.

The sniper took a slow sip of his beer as he as well looked upon the commotion. He hummed in thought, and turned to the frozen spy. “Izzit jus’ me,” he drawled, gesturing with is beer can to you, “or do their laugh sound a lot like yours?”

Scout slowly turned to his father, rage in his eyes, but all Spy could do was watch you laugh that awful laugh. His brain slowly connected the evidence, memories of 20+ years ago invaded his mind, a dalliance with a woman who looks shockingly like you, the nose that you share with him and Jeremy, your strange obsession with your appearance, and most damning of all; the shitty laugh that you’ve seem to inherit from Jacque.

With a deep breath, the Frenchman stood up, determined to get out of the room and hide in his abode so he could scream in peace, but the sudden influx of the realization, rather, caused him to faint.

He awoke, what he assumed, several hours later, in a familiar camper bed. In his peripheral, Jacque could see Mick smoking a cigarette and reading a newspaper with one hand, a mug of coffee in the other. Without even looking up to confirm that the Frenchman was awake, the sniper spoke.

“Your kids are right pissed at you, mate.”

Jacque cursed.

Heavy and Soldier

Pauling was ecstatic to introduce more help, probably under the impression that this person to pick up the slack the other leaves so that her evenings won’t be filled with killing and covering up murders and thefts. Some young thing with a thick, almost indiscernible accent who spoke rarely and quietly. You were called the Electrician, for your… odd choice of weaponry.

Your gun was one of your own design, one you were very proud of, that rather than bullets shot out electrical charges, either stunning your opponent to help assist another teammate in a kill or give off a charge so intense it kills. You spent most of your free time in your assigned work shop improving your gun’s design and creating new weapons.

More than once, the team would hear a loud scream and the sound of a loud thud, only to come and find your door blown wide open and you stuck in the adjacent wall, hair shocked to stiffness and a new white streak added to your hair. Needless to say, you kept the team on their toes with your eccentricities. For some reason, your antics made Mikhail exceptionally worried. It was a weird knee jerk reaction he had, something that hadn’t flared up since he was younger, watching over his sisters.

About a month after your arrival, Jane caught you in his raccoon infantry pen, cooing over the animals that flocked to you. It was the first time he saw you smile since you’ve gotten there, and the first time he’s seen you out of your combat gear, now you wore a too large tee shirt and denim shorts, toes in the Arizona sand, scratching the chins of the furry animals. Deciding to try his luck, Jane approached you with a bellowing welcome, startling you, but you greeted him back regardless.

Jane noticed how much you liked watching the raccoons play with each other, but noticed you looked sad too.

“What’s the long face for, private?”

Your face pinched. When you spoke your words were slow, not used to English. “They have… family. I do not.” With a heavy sigh, you tried to elaborate. Jane didn’t mind waiting for you to collect your thoughts or your thick accent. Years of hanging out with Travish and Ludwig extremely sloshed had taught Jane patience in regards to others when they’re trying to speak an unfamiliar language.

“Mother was from… Russia? But father was from Norway, and mother went to there with him. When mother and father… died,” Jane’s heart twinged at the way your face fell, “I do not know how to find mother’s family in Russia, and father had no family in Norway. So I stay in Norway.” A beat of silence passed as you scratched the head of a curious baby raccoon that strayed closed to you. “I stay alone.”

Jane busted out crying, pulling you into a bear hug and vowing to be your surrogate family for as long as you want. He made it his mission to figure out who your family is. The first thing he did was write down the name of your parents, fully planning on hunting down your relatives after some good old fashioned American bonding.

Just as he was about to reunite with you after grabbing a baseball form his room, the American ran into Mikhail, who seemed pissed off

“You touch Sasha?” He accused, one large finger jabbing into the soldier’s chest. Jane couldn’t find it in himself to get mad at the accusation, he was a man on a mission to cheer up a sad kid and no angry Red was gonna stop him.

“No time,Sputnik! There’s a sad private who needs a moral boost and a good old game of catch!”

Rage quickly turned to confusion, then mild understanding. “Electrician is sad?”

Soldier gave a speedrun version of your sad backstory, even going as far to show the names of your parents to the Heavy. The Russian surveyed the sheet and he sighed. “That is not how name of mother is spelled.” He informed.

Jane scoffed. “And how would you know?”

Mikhail threw the American an unimpressed look. “Because family name is mother’s name before marriage.”

There was a second of realization.

“... is it a common last name?”

“... nyet.”

“... you might want to call your mother to confirm something.”

“... Heavy just might.”

—-

The next morning, Mikhail knocked on Jane’s door so early in the morning, the vet wasn’t even awake yet already doing his morning exercises.

The American looked up blearily to the Russian, one hand scratching his buzz cut head.

Mikhail looked grim. “Heavy call mother. Mother says that Electrician’s mother is cousin to her.”

Soldier mulled over the information. “So… your mama’s cousin is Private Zappy’s mama, so that makes us-

“Makes ME second cousin.” Mikhail insisted.

With an air of smugness, Jane flashed his left hand, displaying a wedding band. “Then I’m their second cousin in-law.”

Mikhail grumbled in annoyance and rolled his eyes, complaining in Russian. “Right. Sister Zhanna’s big mistake.”

With a sense of new found energy, Soldier stuck his chin up high and began marching towards your room, seemingly not aware that he was in only a pair of his tighty whiteys.

Mikhail sighed again but followed Jane regardless to tell you the news of your newfound family.

Medic (italics is German cuz lets be honest, who wants to translate all that)

After months of complaining to Pauling, asking for more on field medical help, upper management finally relented and hired a new mercenary, some bright young thing going by The Nurse.

You were studious, and compared to Ludwig you were very tamed. You saw this opportunity as a job to perform and not a way to finally experiment legally on people without getting arrested the way Ludwig does. You took your work seriously, dutifully dressing every wound, handing out pain medication, assisting Ludwig in his surgeries. You certainly helped lessen his work load during battle, helping with minor injuries so that the doctor could focus on his Ubercharge and on more serious injuries.

You two were professional to each other; despite showing you weren’t exactly sadistic you never chastised Ludwig for his somewhat cruel experiments, and you were always respectful to him and everyone else around you, which is something that impressed him (considering how noting the rest of the team is).

One day while experimenting on Heavy, you solemnly standing next to the doctor with your face covered like the good little health professional you were, the Medic fuzzed in German, adding, “I need a bone saw.”

Without him translating, you turned to your side and snatched the instrument off the tray, passing it to the doctor.

After a moment of thought, Ludwig spoke again. “You speak German?”

“Ja, I am from Germany after all.”

The russain’s rib finally took the blade and now was slicing easily. “What a coincidence. Which part?”

“Munich, but I left while I was very young when my family moved.” After another brief pause, you add, “I actually wanted to become a nurse because of Munich.

Ludwig didn’t mention that he, as well, came from the same city, rather, he decided to prod you and learn more. It was so rare to meet someone he could have a conversation in his mother tongue with.

“What in Munich made you want to become a nurse?” Reaching into Heavy’s chest with a scalpel, Ludwig began to sever the arteries attached to the heart.

“The University. My family lived nearby, and seeing the students come and go made me want to join them… actually a relative went there. My family was very proud of him and I wanted to go with him, but, ah, I was only a child.” Without being asked, you held out a silver pan that Ludwig deposited the heart.

The doctor started the timer, watching the mutilated chest cavity, waiting for the oregano to regrow due to his most recent experimental ‘medicine’. “Hmm, which relative?”

“Oh, my father’s brother’s wife’s…. something.” You replied idly, fetching a notebook and pencil to record the time. “Nephew or cousin’s nephew or something. It is a distant relation. Lost his license though.”

“Really? How?”

“He removed someone’s skeleton if you can believe it.”

Ludwig’s fist clenched so hard that the stopwatch broke. Dammit, now he has to start the experiment all over again.

#tf2 spy x reader #tf2 scout x reader #tf2 soldier x reader #tf2 heavy x reader #tf2 medic x reader #tf2 x reader #team fortress 2 #team fortress 2 x reader #tf2 #tf2 medic #tf2 scout #tf2 soldier #tf2 heavy #tf2 spy

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nakunakunomi · 4 years

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Hey there! I've been waiting for a while for your requests to be open and I just realized I didn't even think of a request for your reopening thing cause I was distracted by your other posts (Some of the best works of art, my friend). Could I request headcanons of Eustass and Zoro trying to help their s/o who's preg with their kid? I feel like these two would be the most confused, meaning the most entertaining to watch them figure things out along the way

Hi anon! Thank you for your kind words!! I definitely agree that these two would be amongst the most chaotic ones to become a dad! I hope you enjoy these!

Reacting to Pregnancy HC - Kid, Zoro

warning for pregnancy, and things that come along with that. Slight angst sprinkled in, overall happy.

Kid

Kid did not see this coming. Well, he’s not stupid, he obviously knows where children come from. But he did not expect for it to happen to him. He’s never even thought about having children, and he still feels way too young for it.

He doesn’t want a kid. And that’s his very first reaction. It scares you a little, because well, you were terrified to tell him in the first place, and him going from complete silence to a fit of anger of how you (and he) could be so stupid to let that happen, was enough to make you feel downright miserable.

It's Killer that is there to comfort you first, promising he'll kick some sense into his captain, reassuring you it was just a knee jerk reaction. Kid doesn't know fear and reacts to it with anger.

It takes him a good few days to come around though. Days that he's locked himself in his workplace, only coming out for food and bark orders. He won't even come sleep in the bed you share. It feels empty and you feel terrible. You spend most of those first days crying.

When he finally comes around, it's not with an apology, that's not his style. He just kind of barges into the room, where you are lying on the bed, overthinking your whole situation for the umptieth time.

"What do you need me to do?"

It's blunt, it's short. No hello's, no apologies. But still, a rare vulnerable moment in which he admits he has no idea what to do and asks for guidance.

You explain that it's gonna be nothing much the first few months, you are lucky enough to not experience any morning sickness, and the other pains and discomforts are things that are nothing compared to what you've already gone through being a pirate.

First weeks are spent teaching Kid what is going to happen with some books you stole from the library the first next island you dock on. Kid is positively grossed out by all the graphs of how your organs are going to have to make way and how your skin is gonna stretch. He is very vocal about it, but not necessarily disrespectful, and he does stick around for it all, many times wondering out loud why the hell people go through that whole ordeal just to have a mini-them. Disgusting.

As you start showing more, he gets noticeably more protective of you. He was already possessive and protective, but it's reached a whole new level now and he's not even denying it. Actively telling people to back off, having you in his sights 24/7, nearly almost touching you in some way or another.

When your due date is nearing, he’s completely abandoned plans to set course to an island with good doctors, like hell he’s gonna let you go into labor on the ship.

He’s insanely nervous. Besides you and Killer, no one has to ask him anything or bother him in any way, he’ll rip their heads off if they even remark something about his current state of mind.

When it’s happening, he’s not sure whether he wants to run away, be there, punch a wall, murder a civilian, or just hold you close so you could stop screaming because you seem to be in so much pain. (And well, he’s seen the pictures in the books you ‘borrowed’, he’d be in pain too)

When the baby is there, he’s completely silent. A rare sight to have Eustass Kid completely speechless and dumbfounded as he holds the tiniest, most vulnerable creature he’s ever met right there in his arms and makes up his mind. He’ll protect them with his life.

Zoro

You know he is completely shocked by the news when he doesn’t say a thing, just walks away and straight up goes to Sanji for advice.

You’re not really upset by the response, but not really sure what to think either. You give him the time and space necessary to work through it but it is needless to say that within a matter of hours, the whole crew knows about it.

Which is not a bad thing, they’re insanely supportive, and all work together to stomp some sense into your green-haired boyfriend, who was never not a speech waterfall to begin with, but has now been completely silent after the initial confusion and going straight to Sanji about it.

When the initial shock wears off, panic sets in. He is completely helpless. Wants to spend time with you, all the time, asking you all the questions. What is he supposed to do? How can he help? Can you walk? Are you in pain? Do you need more food?

He’s a bit of a mess and you need to calm him down a little. You explain whatever you know, and whatever you don’t know, are things that chopper can help explain.

For some reason, it helps Zoro a lot to just listen to you and Chopper explain what to do, and he does not remember everything, but he will surely do his best. He wasn’t prepared, but he’s not gonna deny responsibility and will definitely do his best up to catch up to all the information as fast as possible.

He starts to treat you as if you were made from glass. Literally carrying you around everywhere, even if you insist you can perfectly walk by yourself.

He doesn’t allow you to go out without supervision, preferably his supervision.

Oh, and he’s bothering Sanji all the time to ensure you have whatever food or drinks you need to ensure you’re happy and healthy. Luckily Sanji is more than happy to provide for you, but there are a couple of arguments about Zoro bossing him around.

Chopper helps you prepare and whenever you are scared about the whole ordeal, the whole crew is there to comfort you.

The closer you get to the due date, the more nervous Zoro becomes. He misses training sessions, barely leaves your side, and even the slightest groan or grimace from you he asks if it’s gonna happen.

If you weren’t feeling so uncomfortable, you’d think it is absolutely hilarious.

You try to distract him thinking about names together, fantasizing about what it would be like to raise a kid, focussing on the positives, but gently preparing him for the negatives too.

When the moment is finally there, there is absolute chaos, but strangely enough, Zoro himself is extremely calm. As if he’s preparing for the hardest battle of his life.

He’s incredibly calm and reassuring and it helps everything to go that more smoothly

The moment the baby is there, he has to go for a little walk before reuniting with the two of you - thank god he stays on the Sunny for that so you don’t have to go look for him after said walk -

His eyes are a little red when he returns, but you’re too tired to even make a remark on it You’re happy he is there.

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could you do 39 for natsume yuujinchou?? i love your work <3

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39. “I’m trying to have a serious conversation with you!” “And I’m trying to subtly avoid it!”

Tsuji forced all his friends to take a first aid class with him over the spring holiday. To the collective surprise of the entire group, Nishimura and Kitamoto were certified already.

Kitamoto’s mom is a doctor, he explains, and believes in her kids (biological or otherwise) being as prepared for the world as she could make them. They go to all those pop-up classes the clinic and community center have to offer. They’re CPR-certified and could probably triage in their sleep.

When Taki thinks about it for longer than fifteen seconds, it stops being such a surprise.

“Hey,” Nishimura says, stooping to an easy crouch in front of Tanuma, fearless in the face of what is probably the scariest thing Taki has ever seen. “Look at me, buddy. I’m gonna take your hands, okay?”

Tanuma’s dark eyes are-- bright and glassy, almost vacant. He looks at Nishimura like he’s looking right through him. But when Nishimura takes his hands, Tanuma’s grip is vice-like. He might as well be dangling off a cliff’s edge for how hard he holds on.

Nishimura doesn’t even twitch. His face is like an open wound, hurting and raw, but he’s absolutely steady; a rock for the ocean to crash against.

“It’s okay, I’m not going anywhere,” he says. “I know you’re scared. You’re allowed to be scared. But I need you to breathe, okay?”

Taki thinks she understands, now, at least part of the reason why he and Natsume struck up such a fast friendship. Natsume is such a loner, and Nishimura has an extremely tight-knit relationship with his best friend, they’re both hard people to get to know. But they were friends inside a week, inseparable inside a month, and part of it must be this-- Nishimura knowing how to tend these invisible hurts-- letting someone in pain hold on to him too hard.

“I’m gonna count, and you’re gonna breathe,” Nishimura is saying. His tone isn’t urgent. It’s friendly and quiet, like he’s talking during a sleepover when not all of their friends are awake yet. “Normally it’s a ten-count, but that seems generous. Let’s aim for three, okay? Inhale for three, exhale for three. You can do this, Tanuma, I know you can. I’ll do it with you.”

It’s a matter of minutes, long and painful, before Tanuma’s shallow breaths take a more controlled tone. He’s trembling, as if he’s cold, and Taki wants so badly to throw her arms around him that she’s trembling, too.

She leans against Nishimura, instead; soaking up comfort and hopefully sending some back in turn.

“Can you talk to me now?” Nishimura asks. Tanuma seems to consider for a second, some awareness bleeding back into his eyes, and then nods his head in a sharp little jerk. “Oh, good. You’re doing really good. I want you to try to name five things you can see, okay? Just look around and tell me when you spot something.”

This seems to be an overwhelming task at first. Tanuma’s eyes slide away and then dart back a couple times, as if afraid to lose the one safe touchstone of his friend, front-and-center. But Nishimura is infinitely patient, more patient than Taki has literally ever seen him before, as if he saves all of his self-control for these specific occasions, wheedling and coaxing until finally Tanuma plays along.

“Nishimura,” is the first thing Tanuma says, and Taki thinks that it’s the beginning of a request, but Nishimura smiles.

“Cheating a little, but we’ll count it. Four more.”

The sky is the second thing, hanging above them in a curtain of vivid blue, impossible to miss. Nishimura’s schoolbag is the third, discarded in the grass beside them where he dropped it without a second thought. A bright yellow pencil case is the fourth, spilled out of the bag alongside workbooks and graded homework. Taki is fifth. She beams at him, and remarkably manages not to cry.

“Awesome,” Nishimura praises him. “Let’s keep this ball rolling. Four things you can feel.”

It comes a little easier this time: their hands, still joined, skin pressed white from the force of their grip; the grass underneath them, soft and springy; the late afternoon sunshine; the breeze.

They keep going through three things he can hear, two things he can smell, and by the time Nishimura asks for one thing he can taste, and Tanuma says, “Um-- I don’t really taste anything? My mouth, I guess?” Taki can let go of the last of her fear. She finally leans in to give Tanuma that hug. He leans against her with a sigh that sounds so weary it makes her heart physically ache. He only hugs back with one arm, because he’s still holding one of Nishimura’s hands with the other.

Natsume returns at that point at a dead run, a plastic bag dangling from one hand, Nyanko-sensei keeping pace at his feet. He’s windblown and breathless, but not as haggard as he would have been if he’d really run all the way into town and back again, so Taki has her suspicions that he flew most of the way.

“I got everything you said,” he says by way of greeting. He shoves the bag into Nishimura’s hand and then glues himself to Tanuma’s side. Taki magnanimously allows it, only releasing Tanuma when his arm around her loosens first.

Nishimura hums his thanks, rooting through the Family Mart bag without urgency. He produces a green tea first, twisting the cap off before handing it over. When Tanuma has taken a few agreeable sips, Nishimura holds up a dark chocolate bar in one hand, and a yogurt cup in the other.

“Snack time. Which do you want? Choose wisely because I’m eating the other one.”

Tanuma cracks a smile and takes the chocolate bar. Probably, Taki thinks, because he recognizes Nishimura’s favorite yogurt when he sees it. And it’s that, more than anything, that reassures her that everything is okay.

Nyanko-sensei crawls into Nishimura’s lap instead of Tanuma’s, surprising them all. Suspiciously, Nishimura holds his food up and away from the creature, but Nyanko-sensei only huffs and settles into a comfortable loaf.

“Um,” Tanuma says, because of course he does, “I’m really sorry about-- ”

“Nope,” Nishimura replies. “Tell him the rule, Natsume.”

Ruefully, Natsume recites, “‘No apologizing after a panic attack because it’s not nice to make our friends angry on purpose.’”

Taki digests that silently. Apparently Natsume has these terrifying episodes, too.

“It’s like apologizing for having an allergic reaction or something,” Nishimura says, a little heatedly. He stabs viciously at his yogurt with the little plastic spoon it came with, not looking anybody in the eye. “Like, it doesn’t make sense.”

“I-- I guess so?” Tanuma says uncertainly. “I mean, that doesn’t seem like the same thing at all-- ”

“Nishimura is the expert here,” Taki cuts in, not unkindly. She gives Tanuma’s knee a gentle thump. “We’ve only had one first aid class. He’s had about four-hundred.”

“Yes, exactly,” Nishimura says, “thank you, Taki.”

Tanuma looks bewildered, and pale and tired, and he’s still leaning against Taki like he doesn’t have the strength to keep himself up. He looks like he doesn’t know what to do with himself if he isn’t allowed to apologize, but Nishimura doesn’t give him another opening. Once the tea is gone and the snacks are consumed, he rallies everyone to their feet with a clap of his hands, with all the energy of a kindergarten teacher.

“Movie night’s still on, right? Kitamoto is probably waiting at your place already, Natsume. Let’s get a move on!”

Later, when Taki is two hours into her Internet research of how to handle any similar situation with even a fraction of Nishimura’s competency, she’ll learn how important it is to stick around after a panic attack. Had it been up to her, she might have suggested they reschedule, that Tanuma would probably appreciate his own peaceful, quiet home for the rest of the night instead, but even this much is part of the process. Keeping him company, keeping him distracted, giving his thoughts no chance to settle on whatever it was that had so upset him in the first place. She has so much to learn.

Kitamoto is waiting for them, after all, sitting on the engawa with Touko-san as they stroll up. He smiles automatically when he sees them, but Taki is watching for it, waiting for it, and she sees it-- the sharp way his eyes zero in on Tanuma after all of two seconds.

But all he says is, “There you are. Aunt Touko and I thought we were going to have to send out a search-and-rescue team.”

Touko laughs, and goes around to welcome them all inside properly. Her hand lingers on Tanuma’s shoulder, and her eyes are so warm and caring that she doesn’t need to say anything at all. Tanuma ducks his head, the tips of his ears turning pink. Natsume beams at his mother. Taki smiles, too, but she doesn’t follow them inside.

Her eyes are drifting back to the yard, where Kitamoto is attempting to gently interrogate Nishimura and Nishimura is pretending like he doesn’t hear him.

“Stop talking about yogurt,” Kitamoto is saying. “I’m trying to have a serious conversation with you.”

“And I’m trying to subtly avoid it,” Nishimura shoots back.

“You don’t have a subtle bone in your body, Satchan,” Kitamoto says. His voice and face go very soft, like morning frost thawing in the sun. “Tell me what happened.”

Nishimura seems to hold out for all of five seconds. Then he blurts, “Tanuma had a panic attack. I have no idea what set him off. I talked him through it but I didn’t know what I was doing, I was fumbling through it the whole time like an idiot, I wish someone else had been there, he deserves better than that-- ”

Taki is startled, almost horrified, but Kitamoto doesn’t seem surprised. He just looks sad. He reaches out, even though Nishimura’s hands are still full of Natsume’s cat and the Family Mart bag, and tugs Nishimura forward against his chest. Then both his arms wrap around Nishimura’s shoulders like a blanket, like Kitamoto is trying to fold him up into something he can carry with him everywhere, safe and secure.

For the first time all afternoon, Taki realizes that Nishimura must have been terrified. He loves his friends loudly and unselfconsciously, and no amount of training would have made it easy for him to watch one of them in the grip of a panic attack, struggling to breathe and clinging to him for help.

This is why Nyanko-sensei stuck with Nishimura, Taki thinks. Tanuma had the combined support of three of his closest friends, and all Nishimura had was a grumpy old cat.

“It’s okay,” Kitamoto says. “You did good.”

“You weren’t even there, Acchan, you don’t know that,” Nishimura snaps, only it sounds more like a sob, and Taki is frozen in the open doorway of Natsume’s house.

“Of course I know that.” Kitamoto pillows his cheek on the top of Nishimura’s head and just holds him, like he has nowhere else to be and nothing else to do. “I know you. I know you did good.”

Taki gives in to her baser instincts. Leaving the door wide open behind her, she charges over to the two of them and all but slams into Nishimura’s back. Kitamoto sees her coming, but Nishimura gives a yelp of surprise, and Nyanko-sensei grumbles as he’s further squished.

Worming her hands between them in order to better hug Nishimura as hard as she can, Taki says, “You were amazing, Nishimura. You were perfect. I’m so grateful you were there. Thank you so much.”

“See?” Kitamoto says. Taki can’t see him, but his voice is shaped like a grin. “I have an inside source right here.”

Nishimura squirms, like he’s thinking about making a break for it, but they have him sandwiched pretty securely. He subsides with a grumble that Taki can tell is fake. It makes her smile and squeeze him even tighter.

“Don’t tell Tanuma,” he mumbles, all wet and muffled because he’s crying and his face is buried in Kitamoto’s shoulder. “He already feels guilty. We gotta be on our A-Game so he doesn’t get sad.”

“You’re benched for the rest of the night,” Kitamoto replies. “You’ve done more than your fair share. Me, Taki and Natsume can take it from here, if Aunt Touko doesn’t swoop in and fix everything herself before we get the chance. Right, Taki?”

Taki thinks its impossible how much she loves her friends. She understands completely why Nishimura is so noisy about it, why he refuses to be embarrassed about it. She thinks she never, ever wants to be in a situation like that again, where two of them are suffering right in front of her and she can’t do anything to help. She thinks, the next time one of those classes are offered at the clinic, she’s going to go. She thinks she’s going to talk to Tsuji about it tomorrow.

“Right,” she says. “We’ve got you.”

#natsume yuujinchou #natsuyuu #taki tooru #nishimura satoru #tanuma kaname #natsume takashi #kitamoto atsushi #my writing #prompt #anonymous #natsuyuu fic #this is a spiritual successor to the last thing i wrote #in which i mention nishimura talking tanuma thru a panic attack #the kitanishi at the end is inevitable bcus i love them #the taki pov is also inevitable bcus i love her

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despairingly-hopeful-imagines · 3 years

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mikan domestic headcanons.

‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ Hello! Would I be allowed some domestic mikan with her s/o please? Also, I just want to say a big thanks for the matchup you did for me (I was matched kazuichi and rantaro). I really love what you wrote about it and reading it made me go :), keep up the amazing work!!! -🐝 nonnie

while i wasn’t the one who matched you up with kazuichi and rantaro, i’m glad that you liked your results! mod kiibo did an excellent job, and i’m sure she’s happy to see that you’re pleased with what you got <3.

and sure thing! mikan is one of my favorites so i’d be happy to write some domestic headcanons for you uwu

a writing post two days in a row?! wow guys, that’s crazy 😎. ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎

— mod sakura.

‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎Sharing a home with Mikan would be… interesting, to say the least, what with her general paranoid and skittish persona. She’s never lived in a household with another person that actually treated her kindly, so she wouldn’t really know what to do. She knows you would never harm her, but she can’t help but instinctively jerk back whenever you get near her. It’s just the consequence of her terrible upbringing, unfortunately, but your constant comforting presence is something that she can eventually get used to.

The medicine cabinet is always full! As a nurse, Mikan is always on top of general medicines for headaches and the like, so neither the first aid kit nor the medicine cabinet will ever become empty. If you take prescription medications, then she always makes sure that you have enough to last you for as long as you need, and will always write up the prescriptions themselves to send off to your local pharmacy. You’ll have to go with her to pick them up, though, but she’s happy to have your company regardless.

Another benefit about Mikan being a nurse is that if you ever get sick, you’ll have the most qualified person to take care of you. Your improvement is a definite guarantee when you have Mikan doting over your bedridden self, and you’ll get better in no time. Mikan might also teach you basic first aid (If you don’t know it already) because, to her dismay, she won’t be able to be there for you all the time, so you’ll need to learn how to take care of yourself if you ever get hurt. She’ll still want you to depend on her for medical treatment, though, but will never go out of her way to tell you that. She’s just scared!

Mikan is affection-starved, so whenever you two hug, kiss or cuddle, she’ll either cry out and apologize or just practically melt. The more often you two are affectionate with each other, the more she’ll be able to accept it, and the closer you two will be to cuddling on the couch while watching her favorite horror movie. Speaking of cuddles, I’m almost positive that Mikan would enjoy them, but would be extremely nervous towards them. Sometimes, she might ask you to cuddle with her, but she’ll phrase it in the most incomprehensible and panicky way that the only way you’d know what she was talking about was if you knew her very well, and if you’re married and living with her, you most likely know a lot about her.

You both would take turns with cooking meals for the day! Whenever it’s your turn, Mikan would be watching you intently, constantly asking if you’re alright (Especially if you’re using a sharper cooking utensil), worrying over you to the point where she might take over your cooking duties for the time being so you could avoid getting hurt. She’s not very good under pressure, so if you’re just observing while it’s her turn to cook, her nerves will get the best of her and she might not end up getting anything done herself. What you cannot trust Mikan with, however, is the transferring of dishes to the dinner table or bringing dirty dishes back to the sink. You’re aware that she’s a little clumsy, and you wouldn’t want her slipping and dropping something on accident.

Arguments rarely happen in your household, yippee! Though the reasoning might not be the best… Mikan is terrible at handling situations where someone is angry with her and raise their voice at her, and her immediate reaction would be to submit to whoever has a problem with her. She’ll let you do whatever you want to her so you won’t be upset with her, but that simply isn’t the healthies or best course of action. Knowing this, there probably won’t be a lot of arguments in the first place. You’re not naturally antagonistic (hopefully), and Mikan doesn’t do a whole lot to anger you in the first place.

Honestly, I don’t think Mikan would be a good parent. She’s a worrier and worries constantly, and I think that would get out of control at some point. A child needs a happy childhood where both parents contribute to take care of them, and the best Mikan could do it put a bandaid on her child’s knee and kiss it better while you take charge of the rest of the responsibilities. Additionally, Mikan can barely take care of herself, so she’d hardly capable of taking care of a child in a non-nurse way. As an alternative to a kid, however, you both could both get a pet! A cat would work great, or maybe even a ferret or a hamster!

Like I mentioned above, Mikan is a worrier, an intense one at that. If you have a job and are out for most of the day, Mikan would be worried sick about you, because chances are you won’t be seeing her much during that time period. She’ll call you quite often to check up on you, and will drop by to have lunch with you if time allows it. She loves hearing about your day when you come home, and will meekly ask you if you’d like to learn about her day too, right before apologizing profusely for even asking.

You offer Mikan a sense of love and security every day, which is all she’s ever wanted, and she will never trade it for anything in the world ♡.

#danganronpa #sdr2 #danganronpa goodbye despair #mikan #mikan tsumiki #x reader #domestic headcanons #super danganronpa 2 #mikan danganronpa #mikan tsumiki x reader #danganronpa x reader #submission #🐝 anon #kinda felt like i strayed from domestic but ok #i hope u like

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holylulusworld · 4 years

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Togetherness (2)

Summary: Two years after the people returned from the blip you find yourself searching for your purpose in life.

Pairing: Nomad!Steve x Reader

Warnings: angst, isolation, touch starvation, comforting, fluff, smut, unprotected sex, cuddling & snuggling, lies, ‘only one bed’ trope, bed sharing

A/N: Not endgame compliant. Post End-Game

A/N2: Sequel to Solitude

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The first night you spend at Steve’s cabin or rather his house was excruciatingly awkward. There was only one bed - of course, there was only one bed while you had to share a house with Captain America himself.

Gentleman, he is Steve offered to sleep on the couch in his living room, but you refused to let a tall man like Steve sleep on the couch. You offered to sleep on the couch instead which Steve refused to let you do, explaining when the fire dies it might get too cold for you.

In the end, you decided to share the huge bed.

The first night you woke to his arm draped over your waist, followed by his arms wrapped tightly around your body and his chest pressed to your back.

Not that you would complain to feel Steve’s body pressed against yours, not at all, but when you wake in the middle of the night, wrapped in a tight embrace your first reaction is to scramble away.

Steve mumbled in his sleep, buried his nose into your hair and you gave up fighting his embrace when you felt his lips press against your neck.

You never mentioned he kissed your neck or that you could feel his erection. Hell, you were turned on when he mumbled your name.

This is how you ended up in Steve’s arms, pressed to his chest, his chin resting on top of your head. He cuddles you like a koala, not letting go of you until you wiggle to use the bathroom.

Now almost a month later you are used to getting dragged to Steve’s side on the bed to get cuddled as his life depends on it.

Tonight, he rolled you on top of him to hold you in his arms. It feels more intimate and you can’t help it. Your hand reaches out for his face to gently caress his cheek.

“You know, you’re a sexy lumberjack, Captain Rogers.” Giggling you crane your neck to peck his chin. “I wonder how your lips would feel on mine, Steve. Are those lips soft or rough?”

“I don’t know, just try…” Steve whispers and you shriek, startled as said man is wide awake, a boner in his sweatpants. “Take what you want.”

“What I want…” Straddling Steve’s lap you press your hands to his chest.

For a heartbeat or two, you hesitate. But then you meet Steve’s darkened eyes and the shirt your stole from him drops to the floor. Chilly air hits your breasts and your nipples stiffen, not only from the cool air but Steve’s gaze.

His tongue darts out when he reaches out to cup your tits. “You’re so beautiful, doll.” He is kneading your tender flesh with rough hands, pinching your nipples and you cry out when he sits up to wrap his lips around one tender bud.

“Steve…please…it’s been so long.” His hands find their way to your back, sliding down your body to fists your panties. He is looking up at you, waiting for your consent before the fabric ends up destroyed on the floor.

“Gonna make you feel so good, Y/N.” Cupping the back of your neck Steve brings you to his greedy mouth.

The first kiss is slow, deliberate but it turns into something hungry, more demanding when you slowly grind against his impressive erection.

“Please, Stevie…” Your fingers slide through his hair, fisting hard when Steve starts to guide you up and down his length. “I want you inside…please.”

“I got no condoms…” Purring the words against your lips Steve pants heavily, barely able to hold back the need to just flip you onto your back. “I am on birth control; got a shot before I started the adventure of getting lost…”

“Doll…” Voice lower Steve purrs the pet name before he flips you over.

In a split-second, his sweatpants end up on the floor and he settles between your legs. “Can I fill you up, mark you…?”

Shuddering at the way Steve moans your name and his lips traveling along your neck you nod eagerly. Your hands grasp for his biceps, nails biting deep into his flesh when you watch him hover over you.

“Steve…” Sliding your hands down his chest, looking up at him with wide eyes and parted lips you watch Steve line himself up. He does not hesitate. One forceful snap of his hips fills you completely.

Running your nails down his chest, mewling loudly you watch the usually charming ‘boy next door’ turn into a wild man, gripping your thighs to force your legs around his waist.

You never felt that full before, that stuffed and your toes curl only by feeling Steve slide back out. “Fuck, doll. You’re so tight.”

“It’s been…oh god…Steve!” He’s bracing himself on his forearms, pumping slowly into you. Steve is testing your limit, trying not to go too hard with the first thrusts. “…a while.”

“How long?” Nipping at your lips Steve finds a rhythm taking your voice from you. All he presses out of you are moans, screams, and meaningless words.

“I…oh—Steve. I lost my husband, so five years or more. When he came back, he was…please lets just…” Your hands paw at Steve’s back when he digs his knees into the mattress, forcing his cock faster into you.

“You’re mine…only mine now.” Possessively Steve grabs your wrists to pin you to the mattress. He’s pushing and pulling, pushing and pulling until your eyes roll back.

You never minded a bit dominance in the bedroom, even liked it and Steve Rogers screams, alpha.

“Steve, you’re so…ah—fuck me.” Toes curling you look up at Steve who watches your tits jerk with every harsh thrust. “I am gonna…”

“Cum for me, doll. I want to feel your pussy choke me.” Unlike the golden boy, Steve takes you apart like the man he became. “I feel it…” Body succumbing to Steve you press the soles of your feet into his lower back.

Pleasure fills your senses, your back arches, and the last thing you feel is Steve’s lips on yours and his cum filling you.

Sighing deeply you fall back onto the pillow, nervously glancing up at Steve who didn’t pull out or move.

He looks you all over. The bliss on your face let him smile and you chuckle when he buries his face into your neck, sighing as you did moments ago.

“It’s been a while for me too, Y/N.”

“If I recall right, it’s been almost six years. When he came back, my husband was different. He didn’t want to touch me and I let him be believing he’ll need more time.”

Running your fingers through Steve’s hair you push the tears away. “One day I came back from work only to find him in our bed with that woman he met at a meeting for ‘returners’.”

“I am sorry, doll.” Humming you close your eyes, just enjoying the afterglow. “You’re too precious for such a fool…”

Month two you spent mostly with christen the bed, or the couch, or any surface in Steve’s house. He’s a passionate lover, a caring man and, you have to admit, the best roommate you ever had.

“So…what did you do before I crashed into your life?” Curling onto Steve’s lap you rest your head onto his chest. “Anything exciting?”

“I liked to watch the sunset, tried to fish and sometimes I just ran through the woods to get as much fresh air as possible. I love the scent of the trees mixed with earth and wilderness.”

Humming you wrap your arms around Steve, wondering what will happen when the snow finally melts.

“Why did you do before you ended up here with me in the middle of nowhere?” Silence fills the room while you recall your life before Steve. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.”

“I liked my job, you know. It was nothing special, but I helped people after the blip to find jobs, a place to be, or just someone to talk to. When everyone came back I believed I can do the same for the returners but oddly, no one wanted our help.

It was as if we switched places with the returned people. The ones who did not get dusted became unimportant and suddenly, I found myself without my husband, job, and hope.

I…I just rented a storage room, quit my apartment, and was ready to go on this trip through wilderness only to end up in Steve Roger's arms.” Giggling you look up at Steve.

“Good thing I have two strong arms to keep you safe and pinned to the bed.” Smirking Steve dips his head to capture your lips in a soft kiss. “How about I get us more firewood before more snow comes? I heard there will be a blizzard.”

“Do we have enough food and water? What about electricity, Steve? I don’t want to sound like a scared kid, but I don’t like darkness and cold that much.” Steve wraps his arms around you, cradling you for a while.

“I got canned food for like a year, dried meat, enough water, and firewood. If electricity will fail, I got an emergency generator. I am prepared for anything, even an attack.” Nodding you snuggle into Steve’s chest, trusting the man you know for only two months with your life.

“I know, Captain.”

“Hmmm…now let me get firewood and look at the snow. Maybe there is any sign of your friend the wolf too.” Cockily grinning at you Steve huffs when you slap his chest. “Just saying, he seemed to be into you.”

“I already got a wolf in my bed. Last night he almost ate me alive.” Steve smirks at the memory of you completely worn out underneath him. “You even purred.”

“You turn me into a wild wolf, doll. Now stop distracting your Captain and let him take care of you, baby. I want to keep you save and happy.”

Steve is still splitting wood when you hear someone call his name. Steve seems to be surprised to see the man. Flatten against the wall you peak out of the window on the first floor.

Greeting the man, shaking his hand Steve smiles wildly. “How’s life out here? Do you need anything, Steven? I heard a blizzard is on its way.” The man says and you huff, Steve was right about the weather.

“Yeah, I got all I need. Food, water, enough gasoline, and firewood.” Steve answers. The man nods, smiling again. “I know you are always prepared. Anything else I can do for you than bringing the things from your list?”

List? When did Steve hand that man a list? “I bought everything from the list you hand me three weeks ago. Including ladies’ toiletries.” Now the man smirks, looking up at Steve. “Not that solitary anymore?”

“I got a friend here, I mean…she’s…you know.” Steve stammers and you would find his behavior adorable if not for the lies he told you. “I want her to stay here until the weather is better. The snow and ice are dangerous and…she’s special.”

“Got it, Steven. When you found someone special you want to keep her safe. Best circumstances to win a girl’s heart. Snow, a fireplace, smooth music.” The man laughs, walking with Steve toward his car.

Did Steve know the snow will not stop you from leaving his house? Did he lie to keep you at his house? Why should he do so? Your heart aches remembering the longing in his eyes and the way he touched you anytime he got the chance to.

Steve…he was lonely, touch-starved just like you the whole time. He saw you are the same and believed you could give each other shelter…

“That’s a lot firewood.” Looking at the wood you get up to help Steve to batch it. “Do we need that much?”

“The blizzard is coming, and I don’t know if I’ll make it outside if it’s as bad as I fear. I wanted to be sure we have got enough for two weeks. Maybe I should get more?” Glancing at you wearing only one of his shirts Steve turns to leave the house again.

“Steve, can I ask you something? You know…” Shuffling from one foot to the other your bite your lower lip. “What happens after the snow melted? Do you want me to leave?”

“Doll…I…” Steve drops the firewood to cup your face, shaking his head furiously.

“I thought about getting my things, you know clothes, memorabilia, and so on when the snow is gone. I just…can I…I mean…” The kiss silences your question and you melt against Steve’s lips.

“I want you to stay with me…here…forever, Y/N.” A bright smile plastered on his face he watches you nod silently. “You’ll stay?”

“I think I like togetherness with you, Captain.”

“I like it too, doll. Now, more firewood or not?” Shrugging you look at the firewood, not knowing if you’ll need more.

“Did he bring condoms too?” Steve turns pale, his lips quiver when you place your hand onto his heart. “I mean, my shot will not protect me for much longer, Captain. I hope you know we need condoms.”

“I-uh…kinda…have some.” Scratching his beard Steve looks down at you, smiling shyly. “I just like coming inside of you.”

“Well, if you get me pregnant, Captain, it’s your fault, and by the way…” Waltzing toward the wardrobe to get your boots and coat to help Steve to get more wood.

“I grew up where snow and ice ruled the winters. I know when you are snowed in or not…”

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The Evil Twin 2

This one may be a bit boring to read and I tried to make it as dramatic as possible but that didn’t work. Still, I hope you enjoy!

Part 1

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(Don’t know why I choose this gif but I like it’s aesthetic.)

You sat on the window seat in the living room, your forehead touching the cold glass pane as you numbly watched the raindrops race one another. The stuffed-animal bunny in your arms you clenched onto as if it was a lifeline, the only thing keeping you afloat in a vast sea of tears and sadness. It was two days since your house and parents went up in flames and one day after their funeral, where you have been living with Harlan Thrombey for the time being.

“Hey, (Y/n).” One voice greeted.

You turned around to look into a pair of azure eyes, not sure which twin was in front of you, so you merely sent a small wave and looked back at the window. How the boy would react to being waved off like that would tell you if he was Steve or if he was Ransom.

You suddenly felt a weight on the other side of the plush cushion of the window seat, making you look up at the boy who occupied the free space. He noticed your gaze and smiled weakly, it was a small and side smile, but one that you tried to return as best as you can. Then he turned his head to focus on the rain, all while you tried to figure out which Drysdale he was.

“Are you okay?” He asked, not turning to face you. You felt your face heat up out of embarrassment from being caught but then you only turned to face the dreary sky just like the blond, “Yeah...just thinking about them…”

“Do you hate Ransom?” He questioned which made you look back at him, “Do you think it’s his fault?”

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, maybe it was Steve who was talking to you but it was an odd question for him to ask you, especially when he’s usually the one to comfort you rather than ask if you hated his younger twin. Maybe he was worried that you blamed Ransom and wanted to defend him.

“No,” you answered as you brought your knees close to your chest, “If anything, it’s my fault.”

Steve raised an eyebrow, “Your fault? Why? You didn’t do anything.”

You simply shrugged as you held the bunny close to you, “I don’t know...I shouldn’t have been so mean to Ransom...then maybe-”

“Maybe you would’ve actually stuck in the house, maybe you wouldn’t have survived, and maybe...maybe Ransom shouldn’t have acted like that...maybe Ransom needed you to be mean for a change.” Steve cut you off, something he never did.

It made you wonder why he was saying ‘Ransom’ so much but then you managed to fit the pieces together when you saw the way he looked at your rabbit, it was a dark yet regretful look as he stared into its buttons eyes. You shifted in your spot a little before crawling over to the boy, then you sat next to him and laid your head on his shoulder, something you used to do when your mom looked over-stressed or when your father was upset about going on another faraway business trip.

“I don’t hate you, Ransom,” You spoke up again, “sure, you’re mean, but I don’t hate you.”

Ransom Drysdale tried to hold back a sob but failed in doing so, tears began to fall from his cheeks as he turned around to hold you close to him, making you squeak in surprise but you then returned his hug while patting his back sympathetically. Funny how you were the one comforting him.

“I-I’m sorry, I should’ve….I should’ve sa-said something,” He whimpered and sniffed, “I-I saw them run in...I kn-knew you w-weren’t in there but I...I was just so- so-...”

You ignored his words, instead, you did one thing your mother often did when you cried like this. You pulled away from him, cupping his face with both your hands and trying your best to mimic the warm and tender smile your mom had, you were told you had her smile, after all.

“Don’t cry,” You spoke softly just as Serafina (L/n) had, “It’s gonna be okay. Don’t cry.”

Ransom only looked at you wide-eyed before sniffling a little and wiping the tears from his eyes using his sleeve before sinking into your lap while still hugging your waist. You ran your hands through his hair, surprised at how soft it was, but watched his reaction closely as he let out shaky breaths.

“What do you think is gonna happen now?” He finally asked you, his voice a little more composed.

“What do you mean?” You questioned, feeling him craning his head up to look at you.

“I mean, you don’t have any other family, right? So if you don’t have any family to live with, who are you going to live with?” Ransom frowned. It was a thought that hadn’t occurred to you and stiffened a little as your mind went blank, “I-I don’t know…”

You were only a kid, this wasn’t something you ever thought would be a problem, but Ransom was right. Both you’re parents had been only children, you never got to meet your grandparents since they had died long before you were born, so you were pretty sure that you had no other family to live with. It was distressing to think about and it must’ve shown on your face since Ransom had sat up again and put a hand on your shoulder.

“It’s fine, maybe Mom and Dad can adopt you? I think I heard them talking about that.” He tried to recall. You looked at him with wide-eyes, “R-Really?”

“Yeah, that wouldn’t be so bad, right? I guess you’d have to get to know the place a little better and deal with the dogs,” He said the word ‘dogs’ as though they were the most disgusting things on the planet, “but I think you’ll like it there and I promise to be nicer to you.”

You thought about it, you didn’t know the Drysdale boys well, except that Steve was nicer and Ransom was a jerk, but now it seemed as though you hadn’t gotten it all wrong. Ransom was being nice to you right now, apologizing for the second time, and even trying to put your worries at ease. Maybe it was best for you to live with them, just to get to know this softer part of the younger twin.

“(Y/n), Grandpa’s looking for-” Steve then stopped midsentence as he watched the scene before him before frowning a little, “have you been crying, Ransom?”

Ransom’s face contorted into shock when he realized his eyes still might’ve been puffy and teary and he quickly tried to dry his face off as fast as he could with his shirt sleeve while you looked over at Steve.

“Mr. Thrombey’s looking for me?” You frowned as you tilted your head in confusion.

Steve nodded his head as his eyes were still trained on his brother meanwhile you hopped off from your seat and grabbed your bunny before walking over to Steve.

“Where is he at?” You asked. Your voice broke Steve’s gaze on Ransom as he immediately linked his arm with yours, “He’s in his study, I can take you.”

The two of you began to walk out of the room while Ransom, now completely sure he erased any hint that he was crying, also stood up from his spot and began to the both of you.

“Stop running off without me!” He growled as he roughly linked his arm with your free one. You looked at him with a bewildered look on your face at how quick he was to turn back to his usual demanding self while Steve only sighed but continued to walk. Ransom noticed the look on your face and looked out of the corner of his eye as he softened his face slightly, “...Please?”

The walk to Harlan’s study was quiet and quick, the three of you not sure what to say to each other. When you finally arrived in the attic space, it made you realize how wonderous Harlan decorated his home especially the painting of the woman who was sneaking into the house at the end of the hallway, maybe it was a little creepy, but you liked it all the same. When the three of you walked into the study, Harlan sat on his desk as Linda and Richard sat on the loveseat in front of the room, and a man you’ve never seen before was sitting the chair in front of Harlan.

“(Y/n)!” Harlan greeted before noticing his grandsons hanging on your arm, “Boys, you should go and play. I need to talk to (Y/n).”

Steve only looked at Grandpa, “Why?”

“Steve, listen to your grandpa and go play,” Linda said in a stern voice.

Steve hung his head and reluctantly let go of your arm while Ransom stood by your side with his head raised as a silent way of defiance. Linda noticed and looked into Ransom’s azure eyes, her own dark blue ones were more fierce.

“You too, Ransom,” Richard said, noticing the silent tension between the two.

“Who’s that?” Ransom frowned, pointing at the man sitting in front of Harlan’s desk. Linda’s voice was now cold and demanding, “Ransom, go play with Steve.”

Steve looked at his younger twin, surprised by his defiant behavior, but seemed to have gained a little bit of bravery and walked back next to you. Unsure yet also seemed to be determined to be by your side. Linda opened her mouth to say something before the strange man only chuckled dismissively and got up from his spot.

“They’re fine, I have a little sister that I myself am very protective of,” The man only said as he walked towards you and the twins and knelt down, “Hi, (Y/n), do you know who I am?”

You shook your head ‘no’ while Ransom and Steve glared at him, not liking how he smiled at you or how he seemed to disregard your quiet behavior.

“My name is Tony Lawson, I’m your parent’s lawyer,” He introduced, “I was just telling the adults about what your parents wrote in their will for you.”

“Their will?” You repeated in confusion while Mr. Lawson nodded in confirmation. Then he took out his suitcase and grabbed a piece of paper, “It says here that your parents have a lot of money for you to have when you’re older and will eventually run their business. Do you know what your parent’s business is?”

You nodded your head shyly, “They made clothes…”

Mr. Lawson only smiled and nodded his head, “That’s right but all of that is for the future. I’m sure your very confused about who you’ll be living with now, right?”

You nodded your head once again.

“Well, apparently, they want you to live with Mr. Thrombey. Is that alright with you?” He asked.

Leaning over to look at Harlan, you saw him give you a warm nod and wave at you slightly. You returned the smile and wave before looking at Mr. Lawson and nodding excitedly, silently telling him that you were very much alright with living with Harlan Thrombey.

“How come she doesn’t get to stay with us?” Steve frowned. Ransom took a step closer to the lawyer, “Yeah, her parents are friends with ours.”

“Boys!” Linda barked warningly. Mr. Lawson seemed unfazed as he sent a patient smile to the twins, “I’m sorry but it says specifically they want (Y/n) to live with Mr. Thrombey, but I’m sure you’ll still get to see her a lot more if you’re good for your parents.”

Ransom was about to argue but you spoke up and looked at him, “I’m fine with it, you would’ve gotten sick of me anyways.”

“Would not!” Both boys protested, making you smile a little. Harlan then coughed to gain the lawyer’s attention, “Is that all, Mr. Lawson?”

He stood up and nodded, “Yes. I just wanted to make sure everyone knew Donato and Serafina’s wishes. There are more details but that’s for when (Y/n)’s older, I already gave those papers to you?”

Harlan then plucked a stack of three or four papers from his desk and held it up for Mr. Lawson to see. The lawyer squinted his eyes a little before nodding his head, “Yup! Those are the ones.”

He straightened his tie and then looked down at you, “It was good seeing you, (Y/n), and I wish you nothing but the best.”

“Thank you?” You responded, just a little confused but also a bit relieved by what just happened.

Then he excused himself before walking out the door, tripping over at some point but managed to grab the doorframe before he fell. He turned to look back to see Ransom with his foot outstretched ever-so-slightly out on the floor and a small smirk on his face. Mr. Lawson only raised an eyebrow before straightening out his posture and fixing his tie.

“Right...well, good day to everyone. I’ll check in once and a while.” He said before walking again.

When you saw him disappear on the stairs, you turn around to see that Harlan was standing next to you with a small grin on his face.

“Looks like you’ll be moving in with me,” He beamed, “of course, we’ll have to set up your room and buy you some new clothes and toys. Until then, how about I give you a tour of my house, it’s been a long time since you’ve been here, hasn’t it?”

You nodded your head and moved away from the twins to hold Harlan’s hand, “Yeah, it’s like a maze.”

Harlan only chuckled and walked out the door to start the tour, however, Steve and Ransom ran past him and pulled you away. Next thing you know you had dropped your bunny as the held onto your hands and began to drag you around.

“C’mon! I’ll show you the garden!” Steve beamed.

“No! She wants to see the library, right (Y/n)?” Ransom argued.

You looked back at your fallen bunny, which Harlan had picked up and looked back at you. Sending you a reassuring smile that you knew meant that he’d hang onto it while his grandsons gave you a tour of the house. You trusted him and allowed the boys to argue about what room they were going to show you first.

“Those boys.” Linda scoffed and shook her head in dissapointment. Richard only sighed, “At least Ransom is being a little nicer.”

Harlan looked at the rabbit thoughtfully, remembering that fateful day. He remembered Ransom running out from behind the burning house, you and Steve were nowhere to be found, yet he could clearly remember Ransom holding the exact same stuffed animal you loved dearly. He didn’t question it then but now, now he was deep in thought.

“What are you thinking about, dad?” Linda asked, noticing how her father was fixated on the stuffed animal in his hands.

“Huh?” Harlan hummed thoughtfully and turned to look at his daughter, “nothing important, maybe a new plot for my story…”

“Please don’t base it off this, that’s too early, Harlan.” Richard pleaded. Linda only crossed her arms over her chest, “That little girl just lost her parents. Don’t make it a murder story.”

“Yeah, the courts said it was just faulty wiring,” Richard added.

Still, Harlan was deep in thought as he stared at the rabbit in his hands. It was odd that faulty wiring was to blame considering how your parents were packing up for Milan that day, not to mention that you and the boys weren’t even in the house to begin with. After all, they found you and Steve at the edge of the surrounding forest of your old home.

“Faulty wiring,” Harlan chuckled a little as he set the stuffed animal on the bookshelf by the door, “it’s never just faulty wiring.”

Richard and Linda only scoffed and continued to scold him about how distraught you must be and how he could even think of making a book during this tragic time. However, he was a writer, so he knew when there was a story just around the corner.

A story that he could only feel was just the beginning.

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