#you’d think i would like trek language wouldn’t you!

[charliehoennam]

home again.

A/N: request made here by @juniebugg and a nonny made here so i decided to mash these two together

Pairing: John Kinley x F!reader

Warnings: Language and smut. No minors, please!

Word count: 2,675

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The dusty gravel of your driveway crunched under the tires of Declan’s truck. You didn’t need to look out the window to know who it was, but you wanted to see him. Make sure he’s alright.

You’d refused to pick John up at the military base. You didn’t want to be anywhere near it. It’d been months since he’d been away and you hated every single second he was gone.

You missed him more than anything in the world. Deep inside, you were thrilled he was finally home and, most importantly, safe. Part of you wanted to race out the door and throw yourself in his arms. The other part, however, wanted to slap him across the face.

Months of his absence – provided only via letters and shitty connections through phone calls or video chats that could never replace his presence – drove you insane.

The only thing that was worse was zero contact. Not knowing if he was dead or alive; that every car that drove by the house would deliver that dreaded folded flag. Sometimes, you questioned why he would want to be in the army in the first place, fighting a war that he has no fault in. How could he just leave you?

You’d thought it would get easier to live with after you got married. Turned out, it wasn’t.

John called out for you and spotted you by the window where he’d caught you staring out of just before you moved away to hide. He read your resistance right off the bat.

“Hey, honey” he smiled as he set his army green bag on the floor in the hallway. “Don’t I get a kiss huh?”He tried to joke to loosen you up.

There was definitely tension in the air that he’d detected even before walking in, but he wanted to avoid conflict on his first day home. He’d missed you just as much as you’d missed him; there was no doubt the distance was hard on both sides. Yet you felt he was to blame since it was his choice to reenlist. You were there. You’d always be there.

You pulled away as he tried to pull you into his arms and marched back into the kitchen where you’d been making his favorite: Fettucine alfredo with crispy bits of Italian sausage. 

“Something smells real good.” His attempts were getting nowhere. “Come on, baby. Is this how it’s gonna be every time I come home?”

“You could just stay home.” You shrugged as you continued stirring the pot of white sauce before dipping a spoon to taste-test the flavor.

“We’re really gonna do this? Again?” He scoffed running a hand over his tired face.

“Do you really expect me to be all bright smiles when you were literally gone for 9 months in the middle of God knows where? After 11 days of sheer silence, I just found 6 days ago that you weren’t dead, John.”

“I thought that would be something to be happy about.” His brows furrowed.

“I am happy you’re alive, John. But I did also spend 11 days thinking you might have been dead!”

“That wasn’t my fault! We got ambushed by an IED in the middle of nowhere. We lost the RV and had to trek through the goddamn desert. You think I wanted that happen?!”

“Then you shouldn’t have relisted! I just don’t get it! Why would you want to go back to that?!”

“You don’t have to get anything! You’re acting like this is all new to you! You knew I was in the Army before, that it wouldn’t change when we got married!”

“Maybe I’d hope it would! So crucify me for thinking that maybe my husband would want to actually be home with me after getting married!” 

Your argument only escalated after that. John was angry and you were furious. A blur of loud voices, searing tears and fists pounding on walls and countertops. At some point, he had decided to blow off some steam and slammed the front door shut as he left to have a drink at the bar. He didn’t want to get drunk or talk to anybody. He just wanted to get out of there before you’d both said things that couldn’t be taken back.

Sat on a tall stool with a beer bottle cradled in his hands, he stared into nothingness wanting to forget everything. However, his mind found itself returning to you. To your scent that lingered on his clothes after his hug. To your warmth against his chest and arms. Fuck, he missed you badly and he hated that he couldn’t fucking forget it.

After pushing himself off the stool, he drove home in silence and cautiously stepped over the threshold. His eyes scanned the house as he made his way in, searching for any indication that could explain your current state. But he found only silence. A daunting calmness in the shadows of the home as the streets casted their lights in attempt to chase the gloom. But when his eyes landed on a pillow stacked upon of a folded-up blanket, he shook his head and ignored your punishment.

That was his limit. The final drop to overflow the flood he’d spent hours trying to contain.

You tossed and turned in bed, wondering if you had gone too far. You reflected on his words. He wasn’t wrong. You knew the Army was important to him going into the relationship. You knew that when you said yes when he asked you to marry him. You knew that when you said “I do” at the altar.

He felt his blood boil again as he marched up the stairs with his pillow under his arm. The door flew up open and he strode into the room, avoiding your bewildered gaze as you propped yourself up on your elbow.

“What do you think you’re doing?” You questioned angrily. “You’re sleeping on the couch.”

“The hell I am. I spent nine months away. I’m sleeping in my own bed tonight.”

You could hear the tinge of impatience in his voice. He sat at the edge of his side on the bed to untie his boots and set them aside with a thud muffled by the carpet.

“You’re not sleeping here, John.”

“You can sleep on the couch if you want, but I’m sleeping right here.”

“You’re fucking ridiculous, you know that?”

“Oh, I am huh? How about you? You’re the one that’s acting like a fucking child.”

You sat up in disbelief, ready for round two of your argument.

“Just don’t. I’m tired and I wanna sleep.” He stated as he laid back against his pillow, back turned to you.

“You think it’s fucking easy? You think it’s easy having you miles away, with no notice if you’re even alive? I thought you were dead, John!”

He was ready to snap back with his defense, but the tears building in your eyes warned him not to. Instead, his jaw clenched as he held his gaze on you.

“I spent night crying my fucking eyes out thinking you weren’t coming home this time! Just to get up the next day and pretend like everything was alright! Do you know how emotionally exhausting this has been for me?!”

He hadn’t thought about that. Guilt settled in his chest and started to build in his throat as he listened to your rant, which soon brought you to sob.

“Hey, it’s alright. I’m home…” he whispered pulling you into his strong arms, wrapping them around you.

Any resistance you had melted away against his warmth. You gave in and buried your face into his neck.

“I’m home. I’m with you and everything’s alright. Everything’s alright now.” he repeated as he soothed you with gentle kisses on the crown of your head. His palm rubbed circles against your back.

Your body was yearning for him. He could tell from the way your nails clung onto his shirt. His fingers lifted your chin to catch your gaze.

“Look at me. I’m right here. I’m with you and I’m not going anywhere, alright?” he whispered with a thumb wiping your tears away.

“I got you, hm?”

Sealing his promise with a kiss, your body softened and accepted his kiss. Then his tongue. You could feel it building in your core. That familiar lust that had haunted you during his absence. That craving that couldn’t be quenched.

Like magnets, your bodies had lost against the invisible pull. His hands slipped down to your thighs, guiding them as you straddled his lap.  The heated kiss was unbroken until your hands tugged at his olive-green shirt to release it from the tuck of his camouflaged pants. You helped him pull it off over his head as he helped you remove the Pink Floyd t-shirt that once belonged to him before becoming your favorite nightgown.

 As your lips collided once again – more feverish than before –, your hands roamed down to unbuckle his belt. The metal clinked as it hit the floor. John wasted no time to lay you down against the mattress. You needed him and there he finally was to take care of you. God, how he’d missed your taste.

He whispered continuous praises as his bushy beard brushed against your delicate skin, peppering kisses down to your breasts. His mouth closed around your hardening nipples, suckling them with eyes closed to relish their fullness and warmth.

“My beautiful wife. Missed you so fucking much.”

His hand kneaded each of them as he squeezed your flesh to his face. He could’ve stayed there forever, but he was eager to please you.

He forced himself up as he stood back on his knees, sat against his heels. His gaze on you was loving as if admiring a sculpture he’d carved from his own dreams. “I love you” fell from his lips over and over again, like a prayer in between the tender kisses he pressed against your legs, lifting them to rest against his broad shoulders. He hooked his fingers into your panties and slid them up your legs and tosses them to the floor. His eyes locked on yours was more than enough to cause your core to puddle. You could feel the slick building with every kiss.

He wasted no time settling between your thighs, trailing his kisses over your outer labia. This was about making you feel good. Making it sink into your brain that he was finally fucking home.

With your legs bent up over his shoulders, he moaned as he buried his mouth against your plush slick flush. One hand slid up to your breast as the other locked its fingers with your own. You moaned and wiggled against him.

He devoured you and smiled to himself as he watched the way your body arched in pleasure. The salty sweet taste of you liquefied his insides. He could feel him twitching as his cock hardened on the bed. After months of bottling in all his desires and having to satisfy himself with his hand and a photo of you in lingerie, his thirst for you was erupting beyond control. He had to remind himself that this was going to be about you.

His hips began rocking against the bed at the sounds your body was making. He was so eager to fuck you, but he had to contain himself to make it last. Yet his hunger for you had his hips grinding against the mattress, aching for any type of friction he could get as he battled with his self-control. His cock spasmed in his pants with every gentle tug on his hair or scrape of your nails on his scalp.  

With his tongue building up your orgasm, it lapped over your folds and concentrated on the overly sensitive nub. He swiped and swiveled over it; the pressure in your depths grew into hot white pleasure. You weren’t going to last much longer.

The hand on your breast slid down your scorching skin to hold your hips firmly in place as you wriggled, wrestling against the implosion and failing terrible to resist until you finally caved in. Your body trembled as your legs shut on either side of his head. He smiled as he proudly admired your reaction, enjoying how quickly your chest rose and fell. The leaking precum from his dick was beginning to sink through his boxers and pants; he was almost certain he’d left a wet spot on the bedsheet.

He lifted himself off and was unable to wait any longer. He needed to feel you on his cock. Kicking his pants off provided you a moment to regain yourself and admired the way his muscles contracted under his skin. This big burly man was yours, all yours.

As he crawled back between your legs and aligned himself to penetrate, you both watched his head slowly push in through your soaking pussy in burning anticipation lathered with only the spit on his fingertips.

His eyes closed tightly shut as he bottomed out and held himself there for a moment, controlling his own increasing implosion.

You could tell he was struggling a bit between satisfying you both and giving into his own carnal needs. You cradled the sides of his face and gently guided him down to kiss him in an attempt to distract him from the wonderful hug of your cunt on his cock.

With an arm propped on the side of your head, he kissed you hungrily as his hand gripped the soft flesh of your thigh and pushed your hips against his. His groin brushing on your swollen nub sent fireworks bursting through your nerves, forcing a shy moan from your throat. He smiled and pulled his head back to look down at you.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

As his lips latched onto your neck, his hips pulled back and slowly thrusted forward to begin his pace. Slow and gentle, but so deliciously full and stretched. You held your breath with every push and pull of his cock, clenching around it to hold him inside. You’d never let him go if you could. His cock in you made you feel so completed like this is where you both were meant to be.

His pace started to quicken. A sheen coat of sweat glazed your bodies in the cool blue light of the moon that rained in from the tall windows of your bedroom. The searing heat had begun to bubble from the inside out, oozing from your desperate desire to feel each other deeper.

The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed out the open door and into the hallway. His balls slammed against your perineum as your wetness began coating the bedsheet underneath, staining it with remnants of love and lust.

With labored breaths, he hugged you tightly against him with his other arm. It was building up in you for the second time and you could tell it was building in him as well. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as your toes curled against his hips. The tight embrace of your pussy as you came again had him frantically hammering into you as praises flooded out from his lips.

“Feel so fucking good for me. I-I fucking love you, baby. L-love you so much.”

Releasing you to lock your fingers together, he shuddered with a deep moan and slowed to a stop. You milked every drop. The hot load filled you with an incomparable warmth in your depths. Your walls were coated in his pearly white seed.

He panted as he held himself in your cunt for a moment longer until he finally pulled out and collapsed beside you. You turned on your side to face him. His hands reached out for you and pulled you into his arms. Perfectly nestled against his hairy chest, you smiled to yourself. His heart beating against your ear was the final reminder that he was home. He was here and he was all yours.

#jake gyllenhaal #jake gyllenhaal x reader #john kinley x you #john kinley x reader #john kinley x y/n #john kinley the covenant

[sourwolf-sterek32]

Broken Without You

Summary: After witnessing the death of your best friend Henry and his little brother, you're close to giving up and ending it all. Until Joel asks you to join him and Ellie on their journey across the country and gives you a reason to keep fighting.

Pairing: Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 4.5k

Warnings: language, blood, 

Previous Chapter

Chapter 15- Final Chapter

The way back to Jackson was easier in the car compared to horseback. Joel had stopped by a cluster of abandoned vehicles by a gas station and found Ellie some new clothes that were better than the hospital scrubs she was wearing.

Ellie hadn't spoken much since she woke up, not that you blamed her. All this time she thought she was going to save the world and now... you couldn't imagine how she must be feeling.

The car lasted most the trip, but the engine broke down not too far from Jackson, forcing you to travel the last five hours on foot.

You took a short cut through the woods instead of following the windy main road. Joel and Ellie were walking slower than usual as you trekked through the woods, and you knew that was for your benefit because the concussion was really taking its toll on you.

"You know, Sarah and I used to hike like this all the time." Joel suddenly started to say, glancing over his shoulder at you and Ellie. "I wouldn't say it was her favourite thing. She wasn't a fan of the mosquitoes and such."

"I don't blame her." You commented, swatting away a mosquito as you spoke.

"But she was a big climber... or scampering. That's probably the right word. That girl... she'd see a big rock, and just... pew." Joel explained moving his hand up as he spoke. "She woulda liked you. Not to say the two of you are the same. Definitely different kids."

That caught Ellies attention as she lifted her head and looked over at him, "how so?"

"Well, she was a lot more... I wanna say girly..." Joel slowly answered not wanting to offend her. "And I'm not sayin' that you're not girly-"

"I'm not."

Joel smiled, "yeah, you're not. So that. She was taller. She had a killer smile. Again, not sayin' that you don't."

You smiled listening to him talk about Sarah. You wished he would talk about his late daughter more often, but it was a hard topic for him, and you knew he was only doing it now to try and get Ellie to smile and cheer her up a bit.

"-But you know why I think she'd like you?"

"Why?" Ellie asked curiously.

"'Cause you're funny. I think you would've made her laugh. Anyway, I bet you would've liked her back."

Ellie smiled softly, "yeah, bet I would've."

The three of you continued walking up the path over the hill. Each step was making your head thump more viciously, but you just focused on putting one foot in front of the other.

"There ya go. Not much further now." Joel suddenly announced, coming to a stop and you lifted your head to find that you had finally reached the top of the hill and the community of Jackson was in the distance.

Thank fuck for that.

"Do you need a rest?' Joel asked, looking over at you worriedly and you realised that you probably weren't doing a good job at hiding your pain.

Did you need to rest? Definitely. But you feared that if you sat down, you'd never get back up again.

"No."

Joel looked like he wanted to call you out on that clear lie, but then Ellie suddenly started to speak.

"Hey... fuck." She swore softly, looking away from the two of you almost as if she regretted saying anything.

You watched Ellie carefully as she shook her head at herself and walked over to the two of you before looking up at Joel.

"Back in Kansas City, you asked me about the first time I killed someone. When I got bit in that mall, I-I wasn't on my own. My best friend was there and she got bit too. We didn't know what to do, and she says, 'we can just wait it out. Be all poetic and lose our minds together.' And then she did. And I had to... Her name was Riley, and she was the first to die. And then it was Tess. And then Sam-"

You looked away at the mention of Sam. Images of his dead body flashing through your mind.

"That's not on you." Joel quickly reassured.

"I know, but..."

"Look, sometimes things don't work out the way we hope. You can feel like... like you've come to an end, and you don't know what to do next." Joel kept saying, but you had stopped listening when you felt nausea rise in your stomach.

You took a few steps away from the two of them while Joel continued to talk because you weren't sure if you were going to be sick or not. You had hoped when Marlene said nausea and vomiting were common symptoms of a concussion that you had just gotten lucky and missed out, but apparently not.

"-Swear to me. Swear to me that everything you said about the Fireflies is true."

Her words caught your attention, the nausea momentarily forgotten as you glanced back over at them, waiting to see what Joel was going to say.

"I swear."

Ellie stared at him for a moment contemplating what to believe before taking the leap of faith that Joel was telling the truth because she trusted him. He was the one man in this entire world that she trusted without question, so whether or not she thought that he might be bending the truth a little, it didn't matter because she simply nodded, trusting him blindly.

"Okay."

Joel hid the look of relief on his face well, but you could tell a massive weight had been lifted from his shoulders now that Ellie believed his lie.

"We're nearly there. Let's keep moving." He said after a few moments and Ellie nodded starting to follow him before she noticed that you weren't moving.

You grabbed hold of the tree beside you for support as bile began to rise in your throat.

"Uh, Joel?" Ellie's worried voice called out before she jogged over to you and grabbed your shoulder to see if you were okay, but you quickly pushed her away just as you leant forward and threw up.

Ellie mumbled something like 'gross' under her breath, but you were too busy to really notice.

Joel was beside you in an instant, pulling your hair back as you threw up the little food you had inside your stomach. Once you finished, you squeezed your eyes shut trying to lessen the thumping pain in your head, but it wasn't really working.

"Uh, is that normal?" Ellie asked from behind you.

"Yeah, nausea and vomiting are pretty common for concussions." Joel reassured, still holding your hair with one hand, the other rubbing soothing circles over your back.

"Not that. I mean the, uh, the blood."

Your eyes snapped open in confusion and you had to squint a little to see, your vision still in and out of blurriness before you spotted the blood mixed into the gross fluids on the ground.

Yeah, no, that definitely wasn't normal.

"Fuck." Joel cursed softly from beside you.

"I'm fine-"

"Don't. Don't lie to me." Joel warned, shaking his head.

You sighed, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand before standing up straight, still holding the tree trunk for support as you turned to face him.

"How many fingers am I holding up?" He asked raising his hand causing you to glare at him. "Yes, I'm being serious. How many fingers?"

You stared at his hand for a few seconds, trying to blink away the blurriness before your vision cleared, revealing two fingers.

"Two."

Joel shook his head, "it shouldn't have taken you that long to answer."

"I have a grade 3 concussion, remember? Blurry vision is normal. I'm fine."

"But blood is not normal." Joel hissed, pointing down at the ground angrily, but you knew he wasn't angry at you, he was just scared.

"What do we do?" Ellie asked worriedly.

Joel glanced over at the girl before looking back at you noticing the way you were holding onto the tree beside you, "can you walk?"

Probably not.

"Yeah."

Like he could somehow read your mind, he stepped forward and snaked his arm around your waist, helping you walk before the three of you continued in the direction of Jackson.

It was slow going. Ellie hovered on your other side anxiously almost as if she thought that you might collapse at any moment which, yeah, okay, that was a valid fear because your head was starting to spin again and if it wasn't for Joel practically holding you up, you would not be standing right now.

"We're nearly there." He whispered, glancing down at you.

You didn't acknowledge what he said, too focused on putting one foot in front of the other. The more time that ticked by, the more heavily you leant against Joel, your legs starting to feel like jelly beneath you.

The adrenaline that had been keeping you moving in that hospital had worn off long ago, but after resting in the car you had started to feel better. But, now after walking for a few hours, you could feel yourself going downhill and fast.

The ringing in your ears started again. You winced at the shear pitch of it before black dots started to cloud your vision and the blood drained from your face.

"Uh, J-Joel? I think... I think I'm gonna-"

That was all the warning you could give him before you felt yourself slipping into unconsciousness.

-

The first thing you noticed when you started to wake up was the pain in your head. A pain that you had gotten annoyingly used to lately.

You kept your eyes closed for a while, knowing it would only get worse when you properly woke up. Right now, balancing between consciousness, the pain was bearable, and you didn't want to make it worse.

The room was silent apart from the occasional beep-beep sound that you used to hear in hospitals back in the day that indicated you were still alive.

Jackson must have an infirmary somewhere. Tommy had offered to take you to it all those weeks ago when you got into that fight with Mark... wait, Mark. If you were back in Jackson, he would not be happy. Shit, what were you going to do?

It hurt too much to think about, so you just laid there and tried to work up the courage to open your eyes, but it felt like too much effort.

"I don't know what happened. I was supposed to take her to the Fireflies and walk away. You go halfway across the country with someone..." Joels quiet voice suddenly started to say from somewhere to your left.

Why was Joel here? And who was he talking to? Because it sure as hell wasn't you.

"She needed her immunity to mean something. Maybe I was startin' to buy into the whole cure business... maybe I just wanted to do right by her. And then we made it. We found the Fireflies. Because of her they were actually gonna make a cure. The only catch... it would kill her."

"Jesus Christ, Joel." Tommy's voice swore softly. "What did you do?"

"I saved her."

You drifted off back to unconsciousness, Joels voice slowly fading out until you could no longer hear him or the beeping machine.

It wasn't long before you were slowly coming too again. Joel was still talking quietly in the background telling his brother about what happened in the hospital with Ellie.

Slowly, you opened your eyes, squinting in attempt to sharpen the blurred images before you. The pain in your head wasn't getting any worse now that you were awake which was a silent relief as you glanced around and took in the pale blue and white schemed hospital bedroom.

"Goddamn." Tommy whispered, drawing your attention over to him.

He was leaning against the wall at the far end of the room, his arms folded across his chest as he stared at Joel who was sitting on the chair beside your bed.

"That's, uh, that's a lot. What does Ellie know?" Tommy asked quietly, not realising that you were awake yet.

"I told her they just ran some tests. I told her, her immunity meant nothin'."

"And she believed you?"

Joel shrugged, "didn't say otherwise."

You stared at the two of them for a moment before noticing that Joel had a guitar in his lap and was cleaning it with a small rag. Had he been holding it the whole time? Where did he even find it?

You tried to shift in your bed to get a better view, but the small movement sent a spike of pain through your head. Out of impulse, your hands travelled to your face, pressing the throbbing area on your temple before you noticed an IV drip sticking out the back of your hand.

"Whoa, hey, easy. Don't rip the IV." Joels calm voice suddenly said.

He put the guitar down and leant over, grabbing your arm and gently lowering it, those beautiful brown eyes meeting yours. He looked tired. But also relieved as he stared at you.

"What... where am I?" You asked, your voice coming out a mere whisper as you looked around, your eyes landing back on Tommy. "Jackson infirmary?"

Tommy smiled, "if her brain can figure that out, I think she will be okay."

"My brain?"

"The doctors were worried about a subdural hematoma." Joel explained, but you just stared at him blankly having no idea what that meant. "Bleeding on the brain. They were worried you might have a brain bleed."

"Oh." You replied, not really knowing what else to say because although you weren't a doctor, you knew that would be bad.

"They ran some tests, it came back clear. They said that if the blood in your vomit is a once off occurrence, then it shouldn't be anything to worry about."

Well, that was good news then.

"I should get going and give you two some privacy. I'm glad you're okay, Y/N." Tommy said sincerely as he looked over at you.

"Thanks Tommy." You gave him a small smile before he began walking out the room.

He paused in the doorway and turned to look at Joel.

"About what we were talking about earlier... I can't say I'd've done different. I'll take it to the grave, if I have to."

Joel nodded his appreciation and Tommy nodded back before he walked out the room.

"How long was I out for?" You asked.

"'bout 12 hours."

"12 hours?" You questioned, sitting up in sudden shock, but moving that quickly was a terrible idea and you winced, grabbing your head. "Fuck. Forgot about that."

"Easy. The doctors might've cleared you of brain injury, but you're still dealing with a bad concussion." Joel warned, standing up and gently guiding you back down into a laying position.

"Lucky me." You mumbled sarcastically.

Joel let out a deep sigh before he sat back down in the chair and rested his head against the wall behind him. He tilted his head towards you, but you didn't say anything for a few minutes as he stared at you like he was trying to memorise every last detail of your face.

"I thought I was gonna lose ya." He whispered, his voice coming out sadder and softer than you've ever heard it. "I was so scared."

Your heart shattered hearing the pain in his voice and you reached over and grabbed his hand, squeezing it gently. Joel squeezed it back and looked away, his eyes glistening with tears.

"I nearly lost Ellie... then I nearly lost you... Jesus, I can't... I can't lose either of ya. I wouldn't survive it."

"You're not going to lose either of us, okay? And it's gonna take more than a few head knocks to get rid of me." You reassured, but Joel just shook his head.

"If Ellie ever finds out the truth... I'll lose her. I know I will." He said, glancing over at you, his brown fearful eyes swimming with tears. "She wanted to save the world... and we took that choice from her. I took that choice from her."

"There was no guarantee that the cure would work. We saved her life."

"She ain't gonna see it that way."

That was definitely true.

"Well, I'd rather have Ellie alive and hating us, than dead and liking us."

"Me too." He agreed, swiping the tears away with his free hand, the other still holding yours tightly.

Suddenly the door across the room opened and a woman holding a clipboard walked inside.

"Ah, it is good to see you awake Miss Y/L/N. How are you feeling?"

"Better." You answered, watching as she walked into the room and inspected the beeping machine to your left before writing a few notes down on the clipboard.

"That is good to hear. I just need to do a couple little tests and then if you can keep a bit of food down, I'll be happy to let you leave. I'm sure you'll be more comfortable in your own bed." She explained with a kind smile.

You nodded, "that sounds great."

-

40 minutes and a piece of toast later, you and Joel were walking through the front door of your house that Tommy and Maria kept free for you.

Ellie was sitting at the kitchen table with her back to the door and head down while she scribbled on a notepad. Music was blasting through the headphones on her head and was completely oblivious to everything around her.

"Hello? Ellie?" Joel called out, but there was no way she'd be able to hear.

You closed the front door behind you while Joel walked over to Ellie and kicked the chair she was sitting on causing the girl to jump and yank the headphones off her head.

"Jesus." She gasped, looking over at him. "You almost gave me a heart attack."

You laughed softly from across the room causing Ellies head to snap in your direction and her eyes widened when she saw you.

"Yeah, I'm out." You smiled.

Ellie practically fell out her seat as she rushed over and wrapped you up into a tight hug causing you to chuckle. You hugged her back and looked over at Joel who was smiling softly as he watched the two of you.

"So, are you, like, gonna be okay?" Ellie asked, pulling away and looking up at you with worried eyes.

"I'm perfectly okay."

"Doc said she has to rest for next few weeks. Her headaches and symptoms will last for a while, so I need your help making sure she doesn't do anything stupid."

"Since when do I do anything stupid?" You responded, resting your hands on your hips as you looked over at him and Joel opened his mouth to respond but you quickly held your hand up. "Actually, no. Don't answer that."

Ellie snorted softly in amusement before Joel pulled the guitar off his back with the straps catching her attention, her eyes lighting up at the instrument.

"What's this?" She asked in surprise.

"Some folks call this here a gee-tar."

Ellie rolled her eyes, "funny."

"You wanna hear something?"

"Okay."

Joel walked over and sat down on the back of the couch, seeming a little nervous as he rested the guitar in his lap before lifting his head to look at Ellie.

"Promise me, you won't laugh."

"I won't laugh." She smirked causing Joel to raise his eyebrows before she looked at him seriously, "I won't."

"Trustin' you." He said, staring at her for a moment before he looked down at the guitar in his hands and took a deep breath before he started to play.

You watched as he gently strummed at the cords playing a beautiful soft tune, but then he opened his mouth and started to sing, and your jaw dropped.

"If I ever were to lose you I'd surely lose myself"

He was actually singing. Holy shit.

"Everything I have found here I've not found by myself Try and sometimes you'll succeed To make this man of me"

He strummed the guitar while he sung, putting his heart and soul into every word and you found yourself unable to look away.

"All my stolen missing parts I've no need for anymore 'Cause I believe And I believe 'cause I can see Our future days Days of you and me."

You couldn't stop yourself from smiling as you watched him. Your heart fluttering as he sung with a voice you never realised he had. You didn't think it was possible, but you found yourself more attracted to him.

"There you go."

"Well... that didn't suck." Ellie replied with a grin.

Joel chuckled softly, "I'll take what I can get."

He ran a hand over the top of the guitar before he stood up from the back of the couch and walked over to Ellie, holding the instrument out towards her.

"She's yours."

"What? No, no, no. I don't know the first thing about-"

"I promised that I'd teach you how to play." Joel reminded.

You thought back to that day on the freeway when Joel had found a broken guitar in the back of a van. Ellie smiled softly, remembering that day too as she took the guitar and rested it in her lap.

"You did." She nodded, looking down at the instrument.

"So what do you say, tomorrow night, first lesson?"

"Deal."

"Okay. C'mon, you need to get some sleep." Joel instructed, looking over at you.

"I just slept for like 12 hours in the infirmary. I've had enough sleep." You pointed out causing Joel to sigh.

"Okay then. Well, I need to get some sleep."

"Don't forget that the walls are mighty thin in this house." Ellie quickly reminded, looking between the two of you with a smirk. "So, if you guys plan on having sex or doing anything-"

"Okayyyy. I think we get the picture." You quickly said, grabbing Joels arm and leading him towards the stairs. "Goodnight, Ellie."

"Goodnight, love birds!" She shouted.

"That kid is gonna be the death of me." Joel muttered under his breath.

You snorted softly and leant into his side as you slowly walked up the stairs, "you two secretly love teasing each other. Don't try and deny it."

Joel sighed, but you could see the small smile on his face at your words before you walked into the bedroom and flicked on the light.

"She told me another joke earlier when you were still unconscious." Joel suddenly said, and you turned around to find him leaning against the doorframe with a smile already on his face as he thought about it. "It was probably the best one outta that stupid book."

"Oh, God. What was it?"

"What is the downside to eating a clock?" He asked, and you paused thinking about it for a few seconds before shrugging your shoulders. "It's time consuming."

You couldn't stop yourself from laughing, "that is so dumb."

"They're all dumb." He responded, smiling softly before he pushed himself off the doorframe. "Goodnight, Y/N." He turned to walk away before you called out his name.

"Joel?"

He glanced over his shoulder, "yeah?"

"Stay."

He frowned in confusion and turned to face you while you sat on the edge of the bed and smiled at him.

"Stay with me." You said, your voice barely above a whisper, afraid that he might say no.

Joel stared at you for a moment, a million different emotions washing over his face before he eventually nodded and stepped into the room, closing the door behind himself.

Relief washed over you as you lifted up the blankets and laid down while you watched Joel walk around the bed. He kicked off his shoes before he hesitantly pulled down his jeans and removed his jacket, but as he reached for the buttons of his shirt, he paused and glanced over at you.

"Is this okay?" He asked, unsure if he was crossing an imaginary line by sleeping in just his underwear or something.

"It's perfect."

He nodded, unbuttoning his shirt and tossing it onto the pile of clothes before he crawled into the bed beside you.

Neither of you said anything for a few minutes, both of you laying on your backs and staring up at the ceiling listening to each other breathing. It was awkward. You could feel the awkwardness, so you knew Joel could as well, but you also knew Joel probably wasn't gonna do anything about it.

Taking a risk, you rolled over and rested your head gently against his chest. His body tensed at the sudden touch, and you were about to apologise and move away, but then his body relaxed, and he wrapped his arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his side. The two of you fitted together like perfect puzzle pieces as you rested your hand over his bare stomach.

You ran your hand gently over his skin while he played with your hair, the two of you content just laying together in each other's arms. It was nice. It was really nice.

Suddenly, your fingers brushed over the healing stab wound on the side of his stomach and you paused because you couldn't feel the stitches there anymore.

"Ellie made me get it checked out by the doc." Joel supplied, like he knew what you were thinking. "They removed the stitches, said whoever stitched it did a good job. So, uh, thanks for that. I-I don't think I ever did thank you."

"No problem, just do me a favour and don't get stabbed again. That was terrifying." You admitted, running your finger over his chest in small circles. "Like, seriously, I don't ever want to have to do that. I thought you were going to die."

"You and me both."

You fell into comfortable silence for a few minutes, but Joel's body had turned a little tense while he was in deep thought. He was working up the courage to say something, so you remained silent and patiently waited thinking it would have something to do with him getting stabbed, but what he said next absolutely shocked you.

"This isn't easy for me. I've never... Not like this. But... I never meant to fall in love with you."

His words had you momentarily stunned, and you opened and closed your mouth a few times like a fish out of water, but you were too shocked to say anything. Were you still unconscious in the infirmary? That was highly possible because surely Joel wouldn't love you, would he?

"Look, I can leave. I'm sorry-" Joel began to say, taking your shocked silence as rejection.

"Neither did I."

Joel paused, "what?"

You lifted your head from his chest and looked down at him, those beautiful brown eyes meeting yours and you smiled.

"I never meant to fall in love with you either... but I did."

Joels face broke out into a warm smile before you leant down and captured his lips with yours. The arm around your shoulders pulled you closer until you were practically laying on top of him as he started to kiss you back.

"I love you." He whispered against your lips.

You pulled away slowly, your faces inches apart as you stared down at him taking in every freckle, every scar, every wrinkle on his face wanting to remember every detail of this moment.

"I love you, Joel Miller."

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THE END

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A/N: Well, we have finally reached the end (at least for now)

I'll be honest, I could have posted this chapter a little earlier and I'm sorry for that, but posting it earlier meant that it would be over sooner and... I didn't want this story to be over. Joel Miller (and Pedro Pascal) mean the absolute world to me and I am so utterly terrified for Season 2 because well... I won't mention any spoilers from the game, but the next season will absolutely break me. I do plan on continuing this story once the 2nd season comes out but that will be years away and I don't know what life will be bring in the time before that, so I won't promise anything. Anyway, thank you everyone for your likes/kudos/reblogs and most of all, comments. I see and appreciate every single one of you and I am so glad that others have enjoyed reading this story as much as I have writing it.

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Bringer of Death

Pairing: Shin Yuna x Reader Mummy AU; Inspired by The Mummy (1999) Genre: Angst; Fluff Words: 3278 Warnings: implied major character death; implied suicide; strong language

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This was your chance. This expedition would cement your place with the company’s excavation team. It was your shot to be taken seriously—to be seen as a real archaeologist and not a junior bookkeeper.

You made it to the dig site without much fanfare, a recently uncovered tomb that had just barely been breached. The original finders’ team gave up the excavation, opening the site to bids with historical societies. Your company won the bid, but since the more senior archaeologists were working on several other big projects across Egypt, China, Peru, and Mexico, you were tasked with the small, newly opened excavation.

As you trekked down the steep, crumbling stone stairs to the tomb’s entrance, you passed by the few remaining archaeologists from the original team. You nodded to them politely, skirting past, but were stopped short by a hand wrapping around your wrist.

“I wouldn’t go in there if I were you…” The last man in the small group whispered harshly. He looked up to his team members, all of whom glanced at you before rapidly looking away. They refused to meet your confused eyes.

You nodded politely, again, and had to yank your wrist from his tight grasp. “I think I’ll be fine with a few bones and dust. It should be a simple excavation, really.”

It really should. Why this team had chosen to give up a brand new find baffled everyone at your company, but you weren’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth. This could be your big break.

“I’m tellin’ you, girlie. There’s something in that tomb. Something that don’t want us messin’ with it.” He gritted out. His eyes were wild, and as he reached to grab your arm again, you hustled down several more steps.

“Well, if I get turned into a mummy. You’ll be the first one I’m coming after.” You spat back at the aggressive man.

🎃

Contrary to what that man had warned you about, the tomb seemed to be mostly empty. Honestly, it was no wonder your company managed to snag the bid for so low.

After descending the stairs, an archway opened into a large empty stone room. There were two rooms off of the main room, filled with dust and grime. There were a few pedestals as if items were meant to be displayed, but there weren’t any actual artifacts. Maybe the previous team had looted them…

So, what was the point of this job, anyway? You were hoping this would’ve been your big breakthrough, but it was so barren, there wasn’t really anything to work with.

You meandered through the desolate rooms anyway, inspecting the stone work. Based on the uneven amounts of dust on the pedestals, it did seem that there used to be something perched on them, but it had still been many, many years since those items would’ve been stolen so it hadn’t been the original team like you’d previously thought. More likely raiders from a few decades ago at least.

What really threw you for a loop was one wall in the main room. You could swear you heard shuffling and felt a breeze behind a small section. You leaned in, noticing again how the grime on the stones seemed uneven, and pushed on those bricks.

A click. A rumble. The wall slid up.

Now this was the kind of thing you were hoping for. A secret room? It was just like The Mummy. Maybe you really would find something “scary” in a hidden room and that crazed man from before would’ve been proven right. It’d at least be more exciting than the dust you had been observing so far.

You wandered through the secret passage, which seemed to slope at a gentle downwards spiral. Eventually, you saw the flickering of candles through an open archway. You had no time to wonder who would be keeping the candles lit though when as soon as you crossed the arch’s threshold, you found yourself staring into the eyes of a woman.

She sat, straight and confident, upon a throne at the back of the room.

Around her neck were layers and layers of expensive looking chains and jeweled talisman necklaces; even her clothing seemed to be of the quality of linens and silks you couldn’t find just anywhere. Between the two of you laid a large, majestic sarcophagus. Vases, gems, silver and gold all laid about, overflowing around the room. And the kicker? Everything looked pristine. Not a speck of dirt, dust, or grime on anything. Even the stonework and murals on the walls looked as fresh as the day they would’ve been created.

The woman, young and beautiful, kept her big, round eyes narrowed on you as you took in the state of your surroundings with obvious confusion. She was a bit pale, which was understandable if she’d been trapped in this tomb since the previous team left—which had to be the only way she was here, right?

“Who are you? What are you doing in my domain?” The strange woman demanded, finally breaking your engrossment of everything.

Your eyes wide and head tilted in confusion. What were you doing here, no, what was she doing here? You assumed she must’ve been trapped and abandoned by the previous team, but then… How did she even get into this room? It had been sealed by a secret wall. The stones you had pressed to uncover it had been undisturbed. Also, if she had been abandoned accidentally, why didn’t she seem scared or hungry? Why was she just as luxurious and pristine as everything else in the room, despite the rest of the tomb being so dirty? 

You finally found your words through the endless stream of questions racking your brain. “My name is Y/N. I’m an archaeologist.”

“Speak plainly, peasant.” The woman kept her eyes narrowed and tilted her chin up to look at you down her nose. “What is your purpose here?”

How much more “plain” could you speak? Didn’t she know what an archaeologist is? “I…” You hesitated to find your wording, “I’m like a librarian.”

“Are you here to steal from me?”

“No!” You shouted, appalled. While some companies took things from archaeological digs to sell to museums or rich snobs, yours did not. It worked to document the history and culture before returning the items to a pristine, preserved condition that remained with the original country.  “I’m a scholar, not a treasure hunter.”

“So you have come here to study?”

“Um… yeah.” This was insane. Maybe you actually should’ve listened to that man’s warnings.

“What year is it? I am surprised by a woman scholar.” What year is it? My god, how long had she been trapped? You flinched but told her the date regardless. “Ah, well I’m glad to see humans have progressed.”

She stood from her throne and bowed politely. “I am Shin Yuna. This is my tomb.”

Holy shit. It really is like The Mummy.

🎃

To say you believed Yuna was the owner of the tomb would’ve been a gross misconception.

After being welcomed in by someone claiming to be a thousands-year-old woman, you acted politely and kept a six foot distance at all times, only gazing over the objects and not even truly studying anything.

You left early that day with the excuse that you didn’t have proper equipment.

And then the rug was ripped out from under you when you dug into the town’s local history and the country’s governmental archives.

Shin Yuna was the most revered princess in the country’s history… From 2000 years ago. Despite it not being a woman’s place at the time, she was a fierce warrior and intelligent scholar. The texts spoke of her love for crafting clothes and storytelling as well. She was an all-around enlightened and beloved woman of the area.

Unfortunately, she was killed in a surprise attack on one of the villages she had been visiting. She died protecting the children and mothers during the raid.

To show their admiration and deep grief at the loss of their princess, it was said the country performed a ritual when burying her in the tomb. She was put to rest with great treasures and supposed magical items to help her move on peacefully if she felt her duty was completed; however if Yuna’s spirit felt she had not accomplished enough, she would rise again to lead her people once more.

And it seemed to have worked.

As did the seal on the door to protect her ritual burial… Just, maybe that seal had worked a bit too well, since she hadn’t left her tomb in 2000 years.

Which definitely showed when you came back around to start working.

Yuna was insatiable for knowledge, and for days on end while you were carefully observing and cataloging the items in the tomb, she would ask questions. She wanted to know all about how the world had changed, evolved, and adapted. She wanted to know about how her country had blossomed. She wanted to know the things you had seen when you had traveled, the kinds of art and fashion in style throughout the centuries. She wanted to know if stories were still being told about her villages… which is when you had to disappoint her and tell her that, until recently when her tomb had been discovered, no one widespread had really known much of her people.

She hated that. It put her in a bad mood, and she began sulking.

You kinda hated that. Yuna, for essentially a mummy and immortal woman who had been trapped for an unimaginable amount of time, was such a bubbly person. To see her upset didn’t sit right with you, but there wasn’t much you thought you could do to fix it.

Until one afternoon it boiled over when you began actually moving items around to see the smaller artifacts.

“You can’t just go rifling through my things!” Yuna shouted, more of a whine than in anger, following closely behind you as you carefully moved a vase. “Have you no respect for the dead?”

You sighed, “Yuna, it’s literally my job. I have to catalog what has been discovered. Look, I’m being extremely careful and respectful. ” You added a muttered, “You’re not even really dead,” under your breath.

Yuna huffed, her cute lips pouting. Cute? Well… yes, she did look rather cute pouting like that even if you wish she wasn’t so upset recently… “Why do you even need to do that?” She mumbled through cute, pouty lips.

“So that we can teach and learn from your history.”

Her eyes brightened, and her lips split into a big grin. It was such a simple thing to you, just a part of your job. But, apparently, it was just the right thing to pull Yuna out of her funk. “You’ll tell stories about me and my people? Okay, then rifle away!”

Fuck, she’s adorable.

🎃

Something of a friendship blossomed between you and the former princess. Although, neither of you could deny the obvious attraction that grew as well.

You didn’t think “flirting” was a thing when Yuna was properly alive, but she was damn good at it, regardless.

You, on the other hand, were awkward. Like a little bird trying to impress, you brought her modern-day gifts and things to try. When she expressed her fascination with your manicure, you brought her nail polishes in all different colors to try. She loved the soft, subtle pinks the most. When you had an extra long day planned, you went and got pizzas. She didn’t need to eat, but she appreciated the new flavors anyway. When she talked about how much she used to love to sew and try new clothes, you brought her magazines. She had really loved your talks about art and fashion before so when she saw pictures, she was ecstatic.

And you… You felt a certain amount of pride in having brought such a big smile to such a beautiful face. You felt a warmth in your belly at the way her hand would gently caress your shoulder in thanks for a gift. You felt a dizziness when she would stand just a little bit closer to you and exchange stories and knowledge…

🎃

“Death is only the beginning…” You whispered out, polishing the stone.

Yuna looked up from where she was painting her nails. “Hm? What did you say, precious?”

You blushed, still unused to the nickname she had adopted for you, looking over your shoulder to the beautiful woman. She met your eyes with a playful glint. Even when you turned away, you knew she was watching you work. “Oh nothing… I was just reading the inscription on your sarcophagus. It’s a bit ominous, don’t you think?”

When you looked back to her, after she remained silent for a moment, you caught her shrugging nonchalantly. “I was trying to be optimistic, actually. Hopes for the afterlife to be paradise and all that.”

“Well, it kind of sounds foreboding.”

“Well, yeah, it was to stop tomb raiders too. They need to think there’s a curse here,” Yuna giggled softly.

“Curse, my ass.” You mumbled getting back to work.

Your new… friend might be a mummy. Magic might be real. But you’d be damned if you thought anything in this place was cursed.

Yuna paused in her painting, hopping down from where she perched on the throne and coming to lean against the sarcophagus. “You don’t believe in curses?”

“I didn’t say that. You’re real and alive… Kind of… So I’m sure curses are too. But, I can’t find it in me to believe that you would’ve actually cursed anything here.” You paused, pulling off your gloves. “Your plan to make outsiders believe this place is cursed is working, though, you know. I was at a bar one town over the other night, and this guy was so insistent to warn me away. ‘There is a creature in those depths. The Bringer of Death. It will never eat. Never sleep. Never stop.’ A superstitious drunk if I’ve ever seen one. He definitely didn’t believe that the tomb was a couple empty, dirty rooms like I countered with.”

Yuna and you tried to stare each other down but easily broke into giggles. You leaned against the sarcophagus, which you’re sure would make your boss spiral into a fit if they saw, and nudged her playfully.

Eventually, she sighed out, “Well, I am no man, and I care not for ‘bringing death,’ but that drunkard was right that I cannot sleep or eat. A shame too, I really enjoyed that pizza you brought me, precious.”

🎃

You don’t really know how you got here.

Logically, it made sense. Yuna and you had been dancing around each other, making heart eyes, for days.

But you hadn’t fathomed it would culminate in her soft lips against yours.

She held you firmly, despite her gentle disposition, refusing to let you move away for even a second to breathe. One hand grasped your waist, teasing to inch south and caress your backside, while the other trailed up your own arm. Her nails grazed lightly, soothingly, against your bare flesh and sent chills up your spine in the most pleasurable way.

You really couldn’t believe this was happening.

Yuna finally pulled away, only a hair’s breadth, to allow you to gasp in oxygen. You sighed as she ran her nose along yours, both of you with fluttering eyes and small smiles. Her grasp on you didn’t falter; one hand holding your waist firmly, the other now cupping your neck sweetly.

“Jesus, princess,” You spoke softly, leaning your forehead to hers. “You literally stole my breath away.”

Yuna hummed and rubbed her nose back and forth against yours affectionately. “If I could have it my way, I’d steal all of you and keep you here forever, precious.”

You both giggled, but yours trailed off as one of her talisman necklaces caught your eye.

It was mesmerizing, and you pulled away a bit further to get a better view. Your own hand, of which both had been wrapped around Yuna’s neck, trailed down to lift the stone.

“This amulet… There are legends about it…” You finally spoke again, still breathless. Both from the kiss and from the beautiful, opalescent gem resting between the two of your chests.

“Oh, really?” Yuna asked, sounding distracted. She would always indulge in your stories though, even if she was obviously eyeing your lips and thinking of other things. “Like what?”

“It’s rumored to have the power to bring the dead to life. I’ve heard, recently actually, of a treasure hunter searching for it. He wants to resurrect his wife.”

“We’ll make sure that we don’t bring anyone back from the dead then…” Yuna kissed your cheek, seeing the way you tilted your head at her in teasing disbelief. “Okay, well anyone else.” She smiled smally.

🎃

“The hunter you spoke of. He broke into the tomb last night.”

That was the last thing you wanted to be greeted with. “What!? Are you okay? Did he hurt you? Did he steal the amulet?”

“Thankfully, he did not discover the hidden door to this sanctum. Both I and the amulet are safe for now… The powers bestowed on me through these talismans allow me to see who crosses the threshold and inflict whatever hallucination and emotion I deem fit. When you first entered, your aura felt safe. Hungry, which I now know was for knowledge, but safe.” Yuna smiled at you, before it fell into a scowl. “This man, though… His aura felt like those that were here before you. Greedy, selfish, dark. Like them, I used my abilities to inflict a foreboding feeling of doom and death and hallucinations of the shadows enclosing. His resolve was stronger than theirs had been, I fear.”

“What do we need to do, princess?”

She smiled again, this time wistfully. “Not we… I.” Yuna removed the opalescent talisman from her neck. “You will take the unenchanted and non-magical artifacts with you today. I know you finished cataloging days ago anyway… I want you to tell stories about me and my people. I want everyone to know that the people of this country descend from a resilient ancestry full of magic and ferocity and brilliance. I want the little girls, especially, to know they can be a warrior and a scholar.” She breathed, her eyes watery. “You will do this. You will tell these stories and be successful and alive. And I will destroy this amulet and collapse the tomb. I will die along with this dangerous magic, but I will die having completed my duty in keeping my people safe.”

Your eyes widened, full of tears, at her words. “I don’t want to lose you! You’re… you’re my friend, princess.”

Yuna sniffled, holding back her own sobs with a joke, “Well, you cannot stay. I’m almost positive that would kill you. Lack of air and all…” She leaned in slowly to kiss the tear tracks from your cheeks. “Besides, it would get dull rather quickly when I am put to eternal rest.”

You nodded, slowly packing up your things. Yuna had taken the liberty to stack the artifacts into your wagon before you even arrived. “I’m going to miss you…”

“I’m sorry it must end this way, but I did enjoy our brief time together.” Yuna took off one of her other precious necklaces, clasping it around your neck before you left the chamber. “I guess I did turn out to be the Bringer of Death… Just, it is my own.”

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Just One Year Chapter 18 (Bones x reader)

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You looked up from your coffee as someone sat down opposite. You blinked in surprised as you realised it was the captain.

“Captain-“ you said

“Jim.” He interrupted

“Jim,” you said, “This is, umm, a bit unexpected. Is everything alright?”

“Yeah,” Jim ran a thumb, “It’s just your year here is coming to an end soon.”

“Really? Has time really gone that quickly?”

“Yep and I was thinking,” Jim took a sip of his drink, “would you like to stay?”

“Stay? I thought this was only a temporary position.”

“Well, originally it was. However, what’s the point of being a Captain if you can’t bend the rules a bit.”

“So I can stay?”

“Permanent position,” Jim leant back in his chair and smiled at you, “you don’t seem as happy as I thought you’d be.”

“I’m just shocked, that’s all. It’s a lot to take in. I wasn’t expecting to be offered to be kept on. This is something that I’d have to discuss with Peter.”

Jim raised his eyebrows and you quickly said,

“Well, y’know, I wasn’t expecting this and it’s a big change. We’re getting married so anything like this should be discussed between the both of us.”

“But do you want it?”

“Jim-“

“If you weren’t engaged, would you take that job?”

“Yes.”

“And if Peter doesn’t want you to take it?”

“I don’t see why he wouldn’t,” you smiled, “It’s a great opportunity for the both of us.”

*

By now Bones had become an expert in reading your body language and the way you were currently slumped in your seat told him that you had another argument with your fiancé. Wordlessly he put down a mug of tea and say down opposite you. You glanced up at the mug and the corner of your lips twitched. Comfortable silence fell over the two of you until you said,

“Jim offered me a job.”

“Jim?” Bones glanced up at you, “A different position?”

“No. A permanent one here.”

“Did he.”

“I’m guessing you knew about it.”

“It would be irresponsible for Jim to offer it to you if he hadn’t spoken to me,” Bones glanced up at you, “Even for Jim.”

“True.”

Bones frowned at the tones of your voice and said,

“You don’t sound too happy about it.”

“Just a lot going on that’s all.”

“Hmm?”

“Peter doesn’t think I should take it.”

Ah.

There it is.

“Why?” Bones asked, his gaze dropping back the work on his work.

“He doesn’t think that’s it’s best for our future.”

“Because…”

“He has this idea of the two of us working together on the same ship,” you said rolling your eyes, “at least in the beginning.”

“And is that what you want?”

“At first, yeah, but that was all I had known. Now I want something different.”

Bones glanced up and saw that you were staring at him intently.

 “And what do you want, darlin’?” he asked

“To be happy?”

“And are you?”

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Can I come in? || Warlock!N.Patrick

Summary:what happens when you get lost in a storm?

Warnings: not a lot besides anxiety and getting lost in a forest.

Tagging: @snugglyducklingbrewhouse @quietblues @cartahhart79 @angryhockeychick @mista-svech @huggybug @cuttergauth

You shouldn’t have gotten lost from camp. Hell, you shouldn’t have even camped in this weather. The danger of driving in the quickly approaching storm pushed you deeper into the woods. Trees swayed and creaked as wind cut through them. Your hiking jacket did little to protect from the elements. It was a late summer trip–and you thought you’d be safe from the prospect of freak storms.

Nope.

Now you were stumbling down a path as thin as a meandering creek. It was slick and mossy, so much that you could barely see the path behind you.

Out of nowhere, the crash of an oak tree deafened your ears. Mere feet ahead of you the mature tree the size of a car blocked you in. You had no choice but to abandon the trail in hopes of finding some shelter.

You trekked for 30 mins downhill searching for anything but darkness and rain. Then suddenly a hut essentially appeared a few feet in front of you. It was old, mossy, and eerie. Every thought inside your head was telling you to run. Something wasn’t right. There were ritualistic carvings and marks along the trunks that held thin-seeming walls together. They definitely weren’t any language you had seen.

“Are you going to come in? Or are you choosing to die by hypothermia?” A gruff voice came from the doorway. All you could see were a steely set of eyes near the top of the crack in the door.

“Uh yes please, can I come in?”

The door swung open. You took it as a sign to come in. As your eyes adjusted to the dim light of the hut you realized that it seemed at-least 6x bigger on the inside than it had seemed by its exterior. The set of eyes that had let you in belonged to a shockingly handsome person. Or they looked human.

“Thank you for letting me in.”

“Don’t thank me. I had to. The voices wouldn’t let me leave you to die. Something about a ‘waste of good bones.’ Why are you lost in the woods during storm season? Are you stupid?”

“Uh–no?”

“No? Are you unsure of your intelligence?”

“I mean–sometimes. THAT'S NOT THE POINT!”

“Dont yell at the person that just saved your life.”

The man looked at you with a confused expression, almost like he was mentally picking you apart. Was he always holding that warm cup of tea? His eyes were definitely not red a minute ago, right?

“Person...so you are human!”

“Mostly.”

Suddenly, the tired feeling you had been carrying increased. As if the man could read your mind he offered a seat on his couch to you. It was a small, Victorian, Forrest green loveseat. When you plopped down–it was impossibly comfortable.

Wait, when did you take off your shoes? And how are your clothes so dry? You've only been inside a matter of minutes.

“Didn't want my couch wet.” the strange man responded to your lack of verbal communication.

Soon, sleep was taking over your body, and your eyelids drooped. Part of you was fighting to stay awake as you didn't understand what the stranger would do once you had slipped from consciousness.

“Sleep, you need it. I won't hurt you”

“But I don't even know your name!”

Your words rushed out before you could even think about the personal intrusions right after intruding into his home.

“It's....Nolan.”

“Nolan, well I'm y/n”

“Nice to meet you, get to bed.”

In an instant, you slipped off into some well-deserved rest.

Part 2....?

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Think: Chapter Eighty-Eight: Quirkphobia

My Hero Academia Fan Fiction by Agent ARK 88

Disclaimer: The following is a work of fan fiction using characters and settings from My Hero Academia/Boku no Hero Academia created by Kohei Horikoshi. I do not claim any ownership of characters present in this piece that are owned and created by Kohei Horikoshi. I do not own My Hero Academia/Boku no Hero Academia.

Any references to historical events, real people, or real locales are used fictitiously. Other names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination, and any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead is entirely coincidental.

Warnings: This work contains mild language and violence.

Please be aware this piece is in second person perspective, following my original character, Think, Anna Kokoro, who is a transfer student from America.

Chapter Eighty-Eight: Quirkphobia

Bakugo was outside your door the next morning as promised. He was no longer covered in the previous night’s grime. Surprisingly, Shinso actually waved to you on his way by both of you. It was the most positive thing that he’d done since you’d come back. Bakugo flipped him off as he passed, and Shinso returned the favor after lowering his hand from the wave.

Bakugo must have told Kirishima he couldn’t come this morning because he wasn’t anywhere in sight. Bakugo had ripped your backpack off of your back, and he was carrying it along with his own.

“What the hell you got in here? It’s heavy as shit,” he grumbled.

“You can give it back,” you said. “I don’t mind carrying my own stuff. It’s just books.”

Bakugo clicked his tongue. “Just books my ass.” He tightened his jaw. “It’s heavy, not too heavy for me. I’ll carry it.”

You pressed your lips together, trying not to say something else that might upset him.

“I wouldn’t mind us working next to each other during my work-study,” he mumbled out.

“What?” you asked in surprise.

“Don’t read too much into it, Big Brain. I just mean it would be better if I could keep an eye on your clumsy ass while you’re out in the field.” His face flushed. He shifted your bookbag over his shoulder.

“Oh,” you said dejectedly.

“Not that you fall much anymore anyway,” he huffed out.

You faintly smiled at that. You rubbed the back of your neck. “I’ve got a bit of catching up to do since my leave of absence. Can’t really argue about my clumsiness. I’ll do my best so you won’t have to keep an eye on me as much,” you said.

Bakugo shrugged. “I don’t mind keeping an eye on you.” Bakugo tugged absently at his loose school-uniform tie. “But, don’t get used to it, Big Brain.”

“Okay…” you responded, watching his tense expression. “Thank you, Katsuki.”

Bakugo’s eyes widened, but he refused to look back at you. His face turned as red as his eyes. He muttered something about you being an idiot before trekking far ahead. You covered a giggle, picking up the pace to keep up with him.

Bakugo remained with you for the entirety of the day. Jett Gibson and Neito Monoma did not appear once. As Bakugo held the door open for your dorm room at the end of the day, you caught Shinso walking by. He paused in the hallway this time, raising his hand lazily in greeting to you. You raised your hand in return, grinning. Maybe, he was ready to start talking to you again.

Bakugo’s glare flashed over to the teenage boy. “Keep walking, Brain Drain,” he snapped.

“It’s a public space,” Shinso said, content expression falling. “I can do what I want.”

“Feel free to do nothing, like you did when they forced her to leave here,” Bakugo shot back.

Rage filtered through Shinso’s expression. He clenched his jaw. “Don’t act like you know everything I’ve done for her, sacrificed for her.”

“Hitoshi,” you said softly, heart breaking. You never asked him to take on any burdens, especially on your behalf. He was hurting far more than you thought he had been.

Shinso balled his fists at his sides. His glare bore into Bakugo. “You have no right—”

“Bullshit, that I have no right!” Bakugo cut him off. His fingers dug into your dorm door, and the wood cracked. “You knew what happened! I thought you were just suffering like the rest of us, in the dark, not knowing where they’d taken her. I gave you the benefit of the doubt, even stuck my neck out for your shitty attitude, but you knew what had happened the entire time. You didn’t stay awake wondering. You didn’t tear your room apart, hoping to find something to remember her by. You didn’t spend hours trying to find a way to bring her back. You didn’t have to worry. You knew. And, you watched me fear that the worst had happened.” Bakugo released the door from his grip, crossing the hallway toward Shinso.

You grabbed the door before it could slam shut again. Bakugo’s words slowly sunk into your mind. He had worried, worried more than you thought that he had. Aizawa should have been able to give him enough information so that he knew you were okay. Bakugo didn’t have to torture himself like that for you.

Bakugo shoved his finger into Shinso’s face, pointing him out as if he was the culprit for all the pain he’d been feeling. “You didn’t—”

“I did,” Shinso snapped. “I did worry. Is that what you wanted to hear? I spent every night, wondering if I had said or done something different that day that she would have still been in school with us. She gave us a second chance to stay here, or did you forget? We would have been expelled if she hadn’t stuck her neck out for us. So, of course, I was trying to do everything in my power to get her back. I pleaded with Mr. Aizawa to tell me more, tell me where she actually ended up. I didn’t have the pleasure of getting that information. All I knew was that they took her away from here, from me.” Shinso clenched at his chest. “Don’t tell me that I didn’t do anything, when I did everything that I physically could to get her back, but it wasn’t enough.”

Your heart tightened in your chest. Your bottom lip quivered as you realized, even though you were no longer with them, that you were causing them such anguish, such heartache. You shut your dorm door, reaching your hand out toward them meekly.

Bakugo lowered his accusatory finger. “If you think keeping quiet about the last time you saw her was the right thing to do, then you’re a bigger dumbass than I thought you were, Eyebags.” Bakugo clicked his tongue.

“What could you have done even if I told you?” Shinso bit back. “You’re not exactly level-headed about situations, and you eventually found out as much as I did. A lot of help that was. Neither of us found her on our own accord. It took a villain threatening her again to get us to her.”

“I’m standing right here,” you choked out. Tears blurred your vision. “You don’t have to talk about me like I’m not right here.” You clasped your hands together, sniffling pitifully. You tried wiping away at the tears with the palm of your hand to no avail. You knew you looked a mess. You were a mess. “I’m sorry.”

Bakugo and Shinso turned to you in a simultaneous reaction of concern, nearly colliding with each other in the process. They stopped short, scowling at one another.

“Don’t fight because of me. It was my fault. I messed up one too many times. I’m trying to do better,” you said, attempting fruitlessly to quiet your sobs.

“Stop it,” Bakugo snapped at you, which only made you freeze momentarily before you burst into more aggressive tears.

“Really?” Shinso asked Bakugo.

Bakugo glared at him, but he refused to respond further. Shinso slowly approached you, keeping his hands firmly in his pockets.

“Kitten, it’s not your fault,” Shinso said softly. “No one thinks it’s your fault you left. Not even Mr. Aizawa.”

“But, it is my fault.” You clenched your fingers over the bottom hem of your skirt, fidgeting with the pleats restlessly. “It’s because of my quirk that I kept getting attacked. Sure, it wasn’t fair for my parents to blame U.A. for what had happened, and I can’t help sleepwalking, but I should have laid low. It’s my own fault that I keep getting so much attention. It’s me. If I could just… I should have just…” You bit hard into your bottom lip.

Bakugo’s and Shinso’s eyes widened at your confession.

“You and your quirk aren’t the problem, Anna. Your parents filling your head with those anti-quirk ideas are the problem,” Bakugo said.

“They were attacked because of me too,” you choked out.

“No, they weren’t,” Shinso said. “You’re not to blame for what villains do.”

“I am. This time I am,” you confessed because you truly an honestly knew that it was your fault. Kobura attacking your parents was your fault. All you wanted to do was get back into U.A., and Kobura knew how to do it. He hurt your parents for you.

“What are you on about?” Bakugo asked.

“It’s my fault.” You tugged absently at your braid, feeling like you wanted to curl up in a corner.

“Kitten, calm down,” Shinso gently said.

“My quirk is—”

“Anna! Will you stop it? Your quirk has nothing to do with you being forced out of this school. This school was built for quirk users. Nothing you did or have done has ever been out of hatred. Nothing that has happened to you is your fault. It’s the damn Extras around you that’s the problem. So, stop your blubbering.” Bakugo scowled, jerking his head in the direction of Shinso. “Eyebags and I aren’t fighting anymore, so you can stop beating yourself up over it, alright? We just want you to be okay.”

Your gaze darted between the two of them, small sobs still escaping your gasping mouth. “You’re not upset with me?” you asked.

“Of course not,” Bakugo snapped back. “It’s not your fault.”

Erratic breathing replaced the crying. Shinso adjusted his posture, leaning toward you. His hand was out, but he didn’t try to touch you.

“Breathe, Kitten. You’re okay. Everything is okay,” Shinso said. He offered out his hand, and you latched onto it. He drew small circles over your knuckles with his thumb.

Slowly but surely, your breathing regulated. The tears dried and embarrassment set in. Shinso let you release his hand in your own time, but as soon as you had detached from each other, Bakugo swept in. It frightened you how quickly his hands were on your face. His thumbs brushed away your tears, and he helped fix your posture, your hair, and your clothing.

“Was that at all necessary?” Shinso asked, rolling his eyes.

“It’s like it never happened,” Bakugo said softly to you. “And, we’ve talked about this before. You need to be kinder to yourself, Anna.”

This earned a disconcerted noise from Shinso, but Bakugo ignored him. As if to avoid upsetting you further, Bakugo helped you back over to your dorm room. He helped you open the door, holding it like he had done before. He cringed as his fingers settled into the damage that he’d done to the door.

“You need to rest,” he said, gently ushering you inside your room.

You glanced back at Shinso. Bakugo noticed but held back a snide remark. Shinso gave you a reassuring smile, lopsided as it usually was, charming.

“Go ahead, Kitten. We’re all good here. You don’t need to worry about us. We can behave when we want to,” Shinso said.

Bakugo clenched his jaw but shrugged when your attention shifted toward him again. You finally entered your room, and Bakugo gently shut the door behind you. He tested the door before he left to make sure he hadn’t broken it. You barely heard Bakugo and Shinso exchange muffled words, before it went quiet again.

                                                          …

You were startled awake by an explosion rattling your wall. You shot out of bed, and you reached the door in an instant. Your fingers brushed the cold metal handle, and hesitation coiled its tendrils around you. Before you could contemplate why you’d reacted in such a way, another blast shook your wall. You ripped the door open, turning in the direction of the noise.

Jett Gibson grinned smugly up at Katsuki Bakugo. The two of them were no more than three feet away from your door. Bakugo’s palm was smoldering, planted just above Gibson’s head, on the wall, as if he’d been threatening him only moments before. Jett’s orange eyes shifted. His gaze met yours, and a shiver ran through his body.

“Don’t even look at her,” Bakugo snapped, slamming his hand into Jett’s chest. He bared his teeth like a beast at him. He’d gotten riled up before, sure, but it didn’t seem like Bakugo to get physical like that with another student, especially when he’d tried so hard not to in the classroom earlier.

“W-what’s going on?” you managed.

“This Extra was just passing by, weren’t you?” Bakugo growled out into Jett’s face.

Jett didn’t even flinch. His attention was wholly on you, your movements. It didn’t make sense. He was acting like Bakugo wasn’t the threat at all. He was acting like you were the most powerful thing in the hallway.

“I came to apologize,” Jett said with a shaky voice.

“Bullshit!” Bakugo snapped, pressing his forearm into Jett’s neck. “Don’t listen to a word this prick says.”

“I’m not sure why you’re being so violent when I have yet to attack you,” Jett said calmly back to Bakugo.

“You know exactly what set me off. Don’t play dumb,” Bakugo snarled at him. You had no idea how long the two of them were talking before you’d appeared, but it was enough to make Bakugo practically seethe.

“Katsuki, give him a chance to talk,” you said.

Bakugo’s eyes widened. A muscle feathered in his clenched jaw. “He’s done enough talking. And, if you try that persuasion bullshit on me again, Extra, that wall’s not the only thing that will be smoldering, got it? I’ve dealt with far more suggestion quirks than yours, asshole.” Bakugo glanced in your direction, before he was back on Jett. “You try anything else with her, and you’re dead.” Bakugo paused, scanning the boy in front of him. He took a step back, releasing Jett, but ready to jump back in if need be.

Jett swept back his disheveled hair. His hands shook between the strands. “As I was saying, I came to apologize.” Jett couldn’t seem to meet your eyes.

You crossed your arms over your chest, willing to hear him out but not really sure how to respond.

“I know I have been cruel to you in the past, but there was a reason for my behavior,” Jett said. From his back pocket, Jett procured a white rose. “I shouldn’t have acted so deplorably before, but you have to understand, I hadn’t realized how powerful you’d become.” He twisted the rose between his fingers, a thorn pricking his thumb. “If I’d known what your quirk actually was back then, things might have been different. Everyone thought you were weird, that you used their thoughts against them, and I thought the same. When you confessed to me, I just thought you were using me, so I got scared—”

Bakugo clicked his tongue. Impatience practically steaming out of his ears. He kept his words to himself, as you’d yet to speak.

“I liked you too,” Jett admitted.

You blinked at him, remembering the cruelty in his actions, in his words all those years ago. You carried that scar from your past for so long. It was hard for you to believe that he actually liked you. Those feelings that you had had for him had long since been dead and gone. After being rejected, you were heartbroken. You knew the kind of person Jett was, and it was anything but what you had known of him when he was your friend.

“You’re lying,” you said, feeling your past child-self quiver with anxiety. It had taken you so long to trust people again, and you wouldn’t be so easily swayed by honeyed words.

“But, I did really like you. If I had confessed my own feelings in front of everyone, our classmates would have just tormented us both.” Jett put his hands together, the rose hanging lifelessly in his grasp. “Don’t be selfish, Shortcake. You have to see things from my perspective. You would have done the same thing in my position.”

“She would have never—” Bakugo’s enraged retort was cut off by a pleading look from you. He shifted his offensive stance, fingers quaking and ready to fight. He held his tongue, only because it was you.

You eased forward, keeping your face as emotionless as you could. Jett smiled in eagerness. He held out the rose toward you, anticipating you to reciprocate his “feelings.” The way he held it toward you was like someone holding out a snack for a rabid predator. He seemed exhilarated yet terrified by your approach, and you began to put the pieces together in your mind. He was scared of you, of what you had become.

You reached out for the ghostly flower. Bakugo looked ready to spring on you both. His eyes tracked your hand the entire way to the bloom. Bakugo shook his head, scowling.

You picked the rose from Jett’s hand, feeling past emotions rush through you like a summer wind. He was the only one who had shown you any form of kindness back then. He broke your heart, that much was undeniable, but it couldn’t have all just been to rip you apart. At least, that’s what you wanted to think.

“I’d given you a red rose, hoping you would have accepted my feelings for you. You’d shown me such kindness…” Your finger prodded at one of the white petals. Strands of memory surfaced in your mind. Your hair floated on an invisible breeze. You hesitated for a moment, glancing up at Jett.

Jett was frozen in place. His smile had tensed. There wasn’t affection behind those eyes. He sought to make amends because he knew what you’d become, but if he had actually cared about you the way that you thought he did, he would have known that you yourself hadn’t changed. Or, maybe, in some ways, you had. Your quirk and power were the only visible changes that had happened, but on the inside, you had changed. You were no longer the scared little girl who would do anything to hide her quirk.

You glanced at Bakugo. His expression was almost the exact opposite of Jett’s. Emotion creased the corners of his eyes. A vague sense of worry put tension in his jaw as his attention shifted between you and the flower. He kept his fidgeting hands at bay, although his instincts to protect you were obvious by the way sweat glistened off of his skin.

You gave Bakugo a weak smile. No, you hadn’t changed much. You were just able to express yourself better now. You let your mind stream toward Jett’s, letting him see what you saw of him, before that day: the hours of mindless conversations, the care in which he took to make sure you were smiling, and the evening walks you’d shared together. You played games when you were younger, heroes and villains. Though you both always wanted to be the hero, and you cried when you ever had to pretend to be mean to him. He’d always share half of his cookie with you when your parents weren’t looking. He’d always make sure to slow down his pace when you couldn’t keep up. You didn’t show him how things had changed, drawing your mind back before the rumors began to spread about your quirk. You didn’t show him the bullies that would wait for him to leave. You didn’t want to show him slowly slipping away from the good times, though you knew it was happening.

Things were different now. You’d almost forgotten the good times because they’d been overshadowed by the bad, by that day. You wished you never handed him that rose. You might have been able to become friends again. Things might have been different.

Jett stumbled a bit back after you stopped sharing the past. You saw the confusion. He didn’t remember those times like you did, did he? You cupped your hand around the head of the flower. Jett’s eyes widened. You gently lifted the rose with your quirk, sending it back to him.

“You had been kind to me in the past. I’m afraid my feelings have changed since then. I can’t accept this. I’m sorry,” you said.

“But…” Jett was at a loss for words. He stared at the floating flower in utter horror, afraid to grasp it out of the air. “You liked me. You couldn’t possibly think that you’re better off without me—”

Bakugo let out a low growl. His patience was wearing thinner by the minute. You stood firm in your resolve, knowing now that you had moved on. Things were better for you. With friends like Bakugo, Shinso, Kirishima, and Shoto, you weren’t alone anymore.

“Things aren’t the same anymore.” You smiled bitterly, turning your gaze downward. “You started treating me poorly, but I forgive you for that. We were much younger then after all. I want to move on from the pain.” You shrugged. “I hope we can become friends again, like we were in the past. But, I don’t think we could ever be exactly like we were when things were the best, and that’s okay.”

Jett’s eyebrows furrowed. “You forgive me?”

Bakugo visibly tensed at the coarseness of the question. Your resolve wavered.

“I didn’t do anything wrong. How can you forgive me?” Anger rippled away from Jett like a wave of heat. The hesitation within him flickered. He aggressively snatched the flower from the air, and you felt the forcefulness against the ebbing strand of your mind. He crushed the flower like he’d done so many times before. “You should be begging me for forgiveness! I-I don’t care what your quirk has become. You’re the one that’s wrong here.”

You winced, taking a step back.

“That didn’t take long, asshole,” Bakugo snapped, taking your sudden change in posture and demeanor as a form of permission, as he drew back a sparking palm to make contact with Jett.

“You won’t touch me, dog!” Jett yelled at him. His modulation quirk grated on your senses with harsh vigor, as you felt the persuasive vibrations in his throat being released.

Bakugo’s hand stopped inches from Jett, as if hitting an invisible wall. You cupped your hands over your ears to keep out the strange sound of Jett’s voice. A door down the hallway creaked open. A dimly lit figure plodded out into the hallway. Shinso’s disheveled indigo locks shifted into the light as he leaned back.

“What is all the damn noise for? Some of us are trying to get to sleep. Don’t you think you should find somewhere else to be idiots?” he called out groggily. His bare chest and loose-fitting blue pants reflected his exhaustion. He spotted you first and then Jett and Bakugo in a frozen battle.

“Mind your—” Jett’s voice caught in his throat. He had answered a direct question from Shinso, and he was now under his quirk’s power.

Shinso grinned like Aizawa as he approached Jett from behind. “How about you mind your manners and go to bed?” Shinso’s slender fingers clamped around the boy’s shoulder. He leaned down to whisper into Jett’s ear. “While you’re at it, I’m going to give you a little suggestion of your own. Leave Anna Kokoro alone. If you see her, you’ll turn away and won’t say a word, got it? Now, go.”

Jett obeyed. His zombie-like form marched in the direction of where you could only assume was his dorm room. Shinso watched Jett’s retreating form with exhausted amusement. Bakugo finally shook off Jett’s previous suggestion, freeing himself just as Jett had entered the stairwell. He spat out a string of swear words, glaring at Shinso.

“Took you long enough,” Bakugo snapped.

Shinso shrugged off the comment. “You didn’t invite me to your little face-off. I’m just glad there will be some peace and quiet in this hallway. You were causing a damn racket out here.” Shinso’s violet eyes slid back toward you. “Kitten, you good?”

You straightened, nervously fidgeting with a loose strand of hair. “Yeah,” you said softly. But, you weren’t sure if you were or not. Things had happened so fast. You were glad that you stuck up for yourself, but it didn’t turn out the way that you had hoped for.

Shinso’s gaze lingered on you for a moment longer, before sleep drew a long yawn from his lips. “If you need me, you know where to find me,” he said drearily.

Shinso stood still for a breath or two, maybe, to give you time to request him to stay, but you didn’t. Shinso slowly made his way back into his room; the click of the door being shut sent a wave of dread through you. You gulped, hands shaking. You crossed your arms awkwardly over your chest to keep the quivering from showing.

It was only you and Bakugo now. His vermillion gaze watched you tentatively, seeing right through you, like it did everyone else. He crossed the hallway, his calloused hand already on your elbow, guiding you toward your door.

“Let’s get you back to bed,” he said.

Bakugo waited for you to unlock your dorm room door, before, surprisingly, he guided you inside. The door shut behind both of you, and you gasped in a breath as Bakugo’s arms circled you in protection. He put his face on your shoulder, making it difficult for you to turn back to him.

“I’m sorry that I wasn’t more careful. I was trying to take care of it myself.” Bakugo let out a breath of air that sent heat from your neck all the way up to your reddening cheeks.

You furrowed your brows in confusion. “Did you stay out there all night because you were worried Jett would come to my dorm?”

Bakugo clicked his tongue, but it was half-hearted. “I wasn’t worried.” He shifted, wrapping his arms tightly around your waist, a surprising amount of affection coming from him. “I just wanted to make sure…” he trailed off. “I knew that prick would try to mess with you again. He’d be an idiot to try something with me around you, so I thought he might confront you when you were alone.” Bakugo buried his face closer to your neck, when you tried to get a peek at his expression. “I’m glad that I did stay because he did try something, but I had to lie to Mr. Aizawa to do it. I think Aizawa knew what I was up to because he looked ready to drag my ass to bed when I told him that I was going to the common area kitchen.”

You stiffened in Bakugo’s hold. “What if you would have gotten in trouble?” you asked, but you suddenly felt relieved that he had been out there the whole time. Had you had to confront Jett yourself, things would have gone very differently.

“It wouldn’t have been anything new,” Bakugo grumbled out. “Besides, it was worth it to make sure you were okay.” He tightened his grip on you as if you’d suddenly disappear. He breathed in shakily. “That Extra doesn’t deserve you in his life. He doesn’t deserve to breathe the same air as you.”

“What?” you asked.

“I wanted to rip him apart for accusing you of being the reason for his cruelty. I know damn well that he was the one that chose to mistreat you.” Bakugo pulled his head back, turning his face away from you. “Still, I admire your ability to see the best in people. You were willing to give him another chance, and he didn’t deserve it, but you still offered to let him start over.” Bakugo sighed. “You can forgive what happened in the past?” His last statement came out like a nervous question, as if he was asking it to reassure himself of something.

You tilted your head, trying to get a better look at Katsuki’s face. Still, he kept it out of your line of sight. When you tried to wriggle your way out of his arms, he only snuggled closer to you. If he squeezed you any tighter, it would be difficult for you to breathe.

“I think I am more willing to forgive people because I would want them to forgive me too,” you said. “I’m not always going to make the right decision based on the circumstance, and, maybe, people act certain ways because they think it’s what they should do. I can’t fault them for trying to do what they believe is best.”

Bakugo scoffed. “You don’t need to apologize to anyone for anything you’ve done. You’re by far the kindest person that I’ve ever met. Any decision you make will always be the right one.”

“I’m not perfect, Katsuki,” you said.

“I’m not perfect either, Anna,” he replied. “It may seem like I’ve got all my shit together, but I’m not perfect, and I’m starting to hate that everyone else thinks that I have to be. I know I run my mouth, always saying that I’m going to be number one, but it’s just what I believe in.”

You pressed your lips together, falling quiet. Bakugo let you go, but you stayed still, feeling his emotion ripple over you like a somber wave.

“I can be the number one hero without changing who I am, can’t I?” Bakugo asked. “I don’t want what happened in my past to hold me back.”

“Why would your past hold you back?” you asked. You turned to him, and his calmness crumbled under your gaze.

He crossed his arms over his chest. A muscle tightened in his jaw. “I was a little shit back then, and I’m starting to realize it now.” His shoulders tensed as if speaking constricted his body with anxiety. “Gibson, that was that asshat’s name, right? He started out nice, or at least that’s what it seemed like, and then he was an asshole, and then he continued to be an asshole.” Bakugo tapped his foot impatiently, struggling to explain himself. “I didn’t start out nice. All I cared about was my power, and I dictated my behavior on that. I trampled over those that were weaker than me because I could. I’m afra—” Bakugo’s gaze met yours, cutting himself short. “Seeing that Damn Nerd Deku here and meeting you, it just slowly started hitting me that I wasn’t a good person. I hadn’t acted like a good person. I’m still not a good person. I don’t feel like I can be forgiven for something like that.”

“You are a good person,” you said.

Bakugo smiled bitterly. “You say that because you are a good person. You can see the best parts of me, but you don’t know who I used to be.” Bakugo shrugged. “I’m not even sure why you give me that much understanding. I’m pretty rotten to you too.”

“You’re a better person than you think that you are,” you corrected. “You’re right. I don’t know who you were in the past.”

Bakugo clicked his tongue. “Yeah, you didn’t,” he said in disappointment.

“But, I know that you’ve changed since then, not in the way that you think everyone is forcing you to, but for yourself. I know you’ve grown up because I did too, at least a little from when I was little. We were just kids, Katsuki. We are still kids, but we’re much older now. We know a lot more about who we want to become.” You shrugged, giving him a warm smile. “I would have never been able to forgive Jett back then. I would have been too scared. But, with what I’ve learned, with you by my side, I had the strength to be the better person.”

Bakugo’s face reddened. “I had nothing to do with it.”

“You can deny it all you want,” you teased. “I’m stronger because of you. And, I hope that you’re stronger because of me too. I think you’re a better person than you realize, and I’m not just saying that because I’m kind. Everyone sees it. It’s why our classmates turn to you in complicated situations. It’s why you have ‘The Bakusquad.’” You giggled when he frowned at the name of his friend group. “I think it’s also why Midoriya still tries so hard to keep up a relationship with you. I don’t know what the two of you used to be, friends, neighbors, or just classmates, but I can tell he sees something kind in you too.”

“I don’t care what that Damn Nerd thinks about me,” Bakugo snapped.

Your smile faded. Bakugo’s gaze flickered on you again, and he let out a heavy sigh, rubbing the back of his neck.

“I only care about what you think of me,” he admitted. “And, if you think that I’m a ‘good’ person, then I guess that’s all that matters.”

You froze, feeling heat rush to your face in embarrassment. “I-I…” You weren’t sure what to say.

Bakugo crossed the room, standing only a couple of inches away from you. You blinked up at him in surprise, your gaze trailing the crimson brushing his own cheeks. He pressed a kiss to your cheek, releasing butterflies into your stomach.

“Get some more rest before morning, Anna. I didn’t mean to keep you up so late.” He pulled away, leaving warmth where his lips had been. Bakugo left your room, leaving you to wonder if your late-night conversation all had just been some weird dream. But, the ghostly feeling of his lips on your cheek still remained.

#mha #bnha #mha fanfic #bnha fanfiction #bnha fanfic #mha fanfiction #Anna kokoro #annakokoro #bnha anna #mha anna #bakugo katsuki #bakugo #bakugou katsuki #bakugou #shinso #shinso hitoshi #hitoshi shinso #mha shinso #bnha shinsou #Jett Gibson

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Play It Cool - Tyson Jost (33/n)

Pairing: Tyson Jost x OFC (AJ)

Warnings: Language, drinking of alcohol, a little innuendo

Word Count: 3734

It’s nearly 3:30am and there are bound to be typos. I’ll fix as I catch them, as always.

Catch up from the beginning at https://at.tumblr.com/brainrattlers/play-it-cool-tyson-jost-1n/6l542ayx8yl7

Just need last chapter? 32 is at https://at.tumblr.com/brainrattlers/play-it-cool-tyson-jost-32n/cr6851x1jyjg

Author’s notes: It’s Tyson’s first time back to play a regular season game at Ball Arena... and AJ is tagging along. Some feels going on, but not bad ones, and a good reminder of why the path Tyson is on is a good one. This chapter is kind of AJ-centric, but we’ll get back to the regularly scheduled Tyson content next week!

AJ looked at the Sabres’ schedule on her phone, realizing just how close the next road trip was. A game at home against LA, and then three on the road. This was going to be the longest time available that she could make her way back to Minneapolis to pack up the last few things in her and Tyson’s apartment before trekking it back one more time.

However, this trip wasn’t going to be as straightforward as that. AJ had been working with Nate to surprise Jess - it’d been far too long since those two hung out. And with the Sabres playing the Avalanche in Denver, it was the perfect chance for AJ to get a little bestie time as Jess would be on break from her nursing program. (And to hang out with Nate, of course!) Both she and Nate definitely had to be inconspicuous about texting too much.

The first part of the week went pretty quickly. After the Christmas Market that Tyson surprised AJ with, he had practice and the LA game on Tuesday. That was a wild game, with six goals scored in the third, all by Buffalo. The next day, both Tyson and AJ bid each other a quick “see you soon” as they prepared to board different flights to the same place.

AJ was a little bummed out though, because Tyson already had made plans with JT to get dinner that night, even though AJ and Nate had made their plans earlier. She wasn’t going to keep him from seeing his friends though, that definitely wouldn’t be fair. 

AJ: Hey, on the ground. Do I need to set up a ride?

Nate: Nah I’m actually here waiting for you. Just like old times, right?

And with that, it really was. Nate found what gate AJ had arrived at, and picked her up, whisking her back to the city that she used to call home. Driving past familiar locations made her smile, thinking of all the memories that were made in the past year and a half. 

It was actually hard to believe that she’d only moved there the summer before last and barely nine months after that she moved away to Minnesota. And now Buffalo was home. If you’d have asked AJ two years ago where she thought she’d be at, that was definitely not the answer she would have given you.

Nate pulled up into the drive, and pushed a button to open his garage. Once the G-Wagon was tucked safely inside, AJ hopped out with her backpack, heading inside without Nate. She was already making herself at home, indeed just like old times. Climbing the stairs to the guest room, she tossed her bag at the foot of the bed, and came back down to find Nate shaking his head and smiling.

“Glad you’re back, we’ve missed you around here. A few of the guys even were asking about how you two were doing, more specifically YOU,” Nate nodded in AJ’s direction, “You left your mark here, for sure.”

“I can honestly say it’s been nothing of what I expected to be up to, that’s for sure. A few guys texted after the news broke about coming to Buffalo, but really it’s been pretty quiet. I think Tyson’s been in contact with a few of the guys though. Pretty sure he and Comph are getting dinner tonight. Speaking of which, what is our plan for the night?” AJ questioned how this was going to work, as they really hadn’t made any sort of game plan with Jess.

“Actually Jess texted me about thirty minutes ago, she’s finishing up some errands and will be home. How do you want to play it?” Nate was leaving it up to AJ.

AJ pulled out her phone, contemplating what to type.

AJ: Hey, you doing anything with Nate tonight?

A few moments passed. Nate smirked, already knowing that he told Jess they had plans for the night but he wasn’t saying what it was. 

Jess: Just heading home from my hair appointment. Nate’s got some surprise for me tonight.

AJ: Damn. I was hoping we could facetime or something tonight since Tyson’s in Denver. Well fuck.

Both AJ and Nate chuckled.

Jess: We’ll have to schedule another time. But I’m really excited to see what Nate’s got planned, he’s been talking about it for almost a week and won’t give me any hints. Just pulling in the drive at his place, finding out soon.

AJ: Must be big! Well I’ll let you get to it… fill me in later!

Nate met Jess at the door, greeting her with a gentle hug (his ribs were still quite sore from the crosscheck he sustained a few games earlier,) and a kiss. AJ laid low in the kitchen, knowing that Jess would probably grab some water as soon as she got in. She quietly hopped up onto a chair at the island in the middle of the room and waited patiently. The sound of the couple’s voices could be heard getting closer.

“So what’s for dinner tonight? I don’t smell anything coming from the kitchen. Are we going out for dinner?” Jess stopped dead in her tracks as she crossed the threshold to the kitchen, eyes widening when she saw who sat at the counter. “AJ WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!” 

AJ just laughed as she hopped off the chair to give Jess a hug that turned into both of them squealing and jumping around. The last time AJ and Jess shared one of these was on Canada Day, when Tyson proposed (again).

“Duh, I told you I thought we should facetime tonight. But like, face-to-face! You know the Sabres and Avs play tomorrow night, but I thought I’d drop in to say hello to my best friend I haven’t seen in months!”

Jess looked around with a confused look on her face. “Where’s Tyson at?”

“That guy… don’t get me started, but he already has plans. I can’t blame him though, I guess I didn’t clarify enough. He’s actually meeting up with JT for dinner tonight,” AJ explained, continuing, “So I’m afraid it’s just me being a third wheel tonight with y’all. I hope that isn’t an inconvenience.”

“Well considering you were the surprise, I don’t think that makes you the inconvenience,” Nate chuckled, “But we do need to get going here shortly if we’re going to make it in time for the reservations. I think I picked your favorite, AJ…”

The three hit the road, with AJ texting Tyson along the way.

AJ: Feels like St. Louis again, the first time. You’re here, I’m here, but we’re not together. So close, yet so far. Miss you babe. (kissing emoji)

Oh, and Nate and Jess say hi and wish you were here.

Tyson: I say hi back! Maybe if it isn’t too late we can meet up for a drink or something. Wish you were staying with me tonight though. (heart emoji)

AJ: Keep me in the loop, you’re the one that has a game tomorrow, Nate’s still out. Tell JT I say hello!

To not be rude, AJ popped her phone back in her pocket as the three hopped out of Nate’s vehicle to walk inside the restaurant. 

Upon being seated, it was like nothing had changed. Everyone talking about their day, what they’d been up to the past couple days. Mainly it was about AJ and Tyson’s adventures in Minneapolis and Buffalo. Lots about finding a new place to live that wasn’t a hotel again. Comparisons on the weather. Really though, AJ had only been there for a couple weeks, so it was a little difficult to talk a LOT about it.

After dinner had been finished, and a bottle of wine split amongst the three, AJ’s pocket was buzzing incessantly with Tyson texting.

Tyson: Hey

You should find us.

This is JT, I stole his phone.

He’s moping because you’re not here and it’s a little annoying.

Oh shit, he’s coming back. We’re at Uchi!

AJ showed her phone to Jess and Nate and shrugged.

“I guess we’re heading to Uchi?” Nate questioned as he threw down his card to take care of the check.

***

Heading inside, Nate was trying to be inconspicuous, texting JT to find where they were sitting. Thankfully Tyson’s back was to the door, and JT made eye contact just over his friend’s shoulder with someone giving him the shush sign.

The person behind Tyson was ignoring all rules of personal space, lips getting close to his left ear, preparing to whisper something in his ear.

“Welcome back to Denver, Tys… Did you miss me?” The words were low and raspy.

Tyson kept his eyes trained on the wall behind JT. His fear was that it was an old fling that found the two of them out for dinner, looking for another hookup for old time’s sake. In that very moment though, his only thoughts were that he missed AJ. Something there was really making him think of her. If he didn’t know any better, he swore he smelled the faintest touch of the fragrance she often put on after getting out of the shower. Very light, like when he’d steal her hoodies to put on.

It’s a good thing he wasn’t looking at JT in that moment, because he was trying to contain the laugh threatening to escape watching AJ try to sound not like herself.

AJ took advantage of Tyson’s eyes being closed, body paralyzed trying to not react to this woman’s advances.

“I thought you’d be excited to see me…”

A hand slid along Tyson’s jaw, turning his head toward the voice. His eyes opened, knowing the exact feeling of that hand sliding along his jaw.

“I am excited to see you, Eggo!” The smile on Tyson’s face was a mile wide as he jumped up and hugged AJ tight.

Nate and JT rolled their eyes at each other. Jess just stood there with a smirk. 

Finding extra chairs to join them at the table, the fivesome chatted for nearly an hour and a half, until the waiter advised them that the kitchen and bar would be closing shortly. Tyson did not want AJ to leave his side, even for the night. He knew though that she and Jess had some super secret plan, and would probably be up a good chunk of the night. Tyson was going to have to share her, even if he didn’t want to.

Looking at his watch though, he definitely needed to get back to the hotel as there was a late morning skate for him, and one for JT as well. A long hug and a probably inappropriately long kiss was shared between he and AJ before prying them from each others’ grip.

“See you tomorrow at the game Jost… kick this guy’s ass,” AJ motioned at JT, who feigned hurt feelings, then laughed.

Nate corralled the ladies as the group exited the restaurant, heading back to where his car was stashed. It was quite the ordeal, wrangling those two was like herding cats - nearly impossible. The ride back to Nate’s was full of giggles and inside jokes that he had no clue about and was not about to ask. Finally at home, AJ and Jess decided to delay the late night shenanigans until morning as they were both tired from a long day.

“You two stay out of trouble, you hear?” AJ winked at Nate, as she headed to the guest room on the other side of the house where whatever may be going on that night would not be heard. 

Nate missed AJ’s chirps.

Unpacking her overnight bag in the bathroom, AJ changed into her pajamas and took out her contacts, finally brushing her teeth. As soon as she curled up in bed, her phone buzzed on the nightstand, a reminder she should plug it in.

Tyson: I see JT got ahold of my phone. I wasn’t moping, I swear! But I’m glad he messaged you. You at Nate’s?

AJ:  Yeah, just got to bed. Too bad you’re not here, we totally could make all sorts of noise and they’d never hear us on the other side of the house (evil imp emoji)

Tyson: Don’t tempt me, but I do have to get some sleep tonight, gotta kick JT’s ass tomorrow… this hot girl at the restaurant told me to… gonna be thinking about her all night (kissing emoji)

AJ: I see how it is. (laughing emoji) Love you babe, see you tomorrow.

Tyson: Love you too. Sweet dreams.

Nate apparently let both Jess and AJ sleep in as he left to do some workouts, or at least what he could. AJ woke up to the sound of Tyson letting her know he was at Ball, chatting with a few of his old teammates. Heading to the kitchen, she found Jess looking out the window at the skyline, thinking about something.

“I don’t know what I should make my sign say.”

Yep, it was just like old times where AJ would have like four over the top ideas for signs for Tyson, and Jess would be struggling to come up with one for Nate (even though she always would still come up with one and STILL get done with her poster before AJ was even finished sketching the layout). Before tackling the signage issue though, it was determined there probably should be food and drink to be had. Mainly food though, too much drink caused AJ’s signs to get a little inappropriate.

With full stomachs and slightly lubricated minds, the two set out on their mission to come up with ideas and execute them with sharpies on posterboard. And following their normal tradition, a Sandra Bullock movie was put on the TV while the two worked. Today’s cinematic choice was The Heat. As the movie credits rolled, AJ finally was putting the finishing touches on her lettering.

“You know, I’m really running out of ideas that I can put on signs that won’t get me kicked out of the arenas…” AJ laughed.

She had a point, there are only so many clean, hockey-related pickup lines out there, and she’d used most of them on signs already.

The two approved of each other’s signs, and stashed them in Jess’ car before heading off to fulfill yet another old pre-game ritual, tacos and margs at Rio Grande. The two gossiped more about the guys and how things really were, not holding back thanks to the incredibly potent beverages they were not exactly sipping while they enjoyed the tacos.

“I have to ask… the mirror… it’s exactly what I think it is, isn’t it?” AJ giggled while motioning to the waitress to bring another round of manberry margaritas, “He had that damn thing at the old place too. I mean, I know he checks himself out before he goes out, but I really don’t think that is all it was for.”

All Jess could do was smirk.

“Thought so.” AJ lost it laughing.

Jess joined in.

This was what AJ missed about Jess being so far away - being able to cut loose and get silly. She had made new friends in Minnesota and was slowly meeting the WAGs of Buffalo, but none of them clicked with her like Jess did. 

“So what’s Tyson’s deal, since you’ve nailed Nate’s…” Jess questioned.

AJ had to think about it for a moment. 

“He likes it when I tug on those curls of his…” AJ drifted away, far away, thinking about the last time she did just that and how things ended up.

“Hey. Earth to AJ… come back, we gotta head to the arena.” 

AJ grumbled at her memories replaying back being interrupted, but it was indeed getting close to game time. After paying the check, the two retrieved their signs and headed toward Ball Arena. 

This was going to be the first time she wasn’t on the Avs side for warmies, but instead finding herself on the other side to watch Tyson warm up. It was a very bizarre feeling, the first time she’d been back since the trade. It was almost a little overwhelming. 

If it were this way for her, she could only imagine how it was for Tyson. While waiting for the magic 16:00 mark, AJ watched the interview that was done with Tyson after their morning skate. He talked about the previous night going out with JT, and how it felt coming back to a place that he called home for almost six years. He touched on how he’s fitting in with the Sabres, and what he took from his time in an Avalanche sweater and is applying it to his current situation. And just how much he’s enjoying his time with Buffalo. Didn’t forget to also still talk about how great his former teammates on the Avs are too. (Funnily enough, Minnesota was NEVER brought up in the whole interview period. It was clear to the Denver journalists that he was done absolutely dirty there and were not going to bring it up.)

Suddenly, the sounds of the Dropkick Murphys filled the arena, and it was showtime. AJ’s sign went up against the glass, and she could see Jess’ sign wishing the whole team good luck across the ice. Looking up at the suites, she eyed Nate sitting up there, until her eyes went to the men in white, blue, and yellow took the ice in front of her. And after a few moments of pucks being shot at Luukonen finished up, Tyson skated right up to his adoring fan, wearing his name and number on her back. He read the sign, gave a sheepish grin while blushing. He kissed the knuckles of his glove and held them up against the glass, letting AJ press hers into the other side of it. 

“Love you, Josty,” was mouthed one way.

“Love you babe!” was mouthed back with a wink before rejoining the rest of the team.

At the completion of warmups, Jess and AJ met up at their seats in the Avs Attack Twice end. It was definitely a different dynamic - they were no longer cheering for the same team. Jess whooped for the starters on the Avalanche, while AJ WOOO!ed for the Sabres taking the ice. With the game started, the skaters zipped back and forth with the puck. Not even a minute in, Thompson scored on Georgiev. 

Then something happened that AJ wasn’t prepared for - during the TV timeout, the big screen featured a video showing off some of Tyson’s highlight reel and fun things he did with the Avs. At the completion of it, Tyson stood up and waved as much of the arena clapped for him. His eyes were glassy.

AJ’s were straight up waterworks at that point. Jess had to give her a little shit about it.

At the first intermission, the Sabres were up 2-0. Suddenly, the crowd around Jess and AJ started cheering, leaving the two to find that they were on the big screen, labeled as best frienemies as they wore opposing jerseys. The two playfully glared at each other and flaunted their team’s colors at each other before laughing. They both had received a few texts from mutuals that they were on TV already too, being talked about how despite now being on opposing teams, they were still best friends away from the arena.

The second period started, and AJ kept her eyes on Tyson. Receiving a pass from Olofsson, number 17 funneled the puck to Dahlin, who buried it into the net. AJ was on her feet cheering as Tyson quickly made eye contact and nodded her way before heading to the bench to get some high-fives.

The next two goals, however, were from Rantanen and Rodrigues in the third. With not much time left, the Avs pulled Georgiev for the extra attacker. It backfired, leaving Cozens to score the final goal of the game, an empty netter, sealing the win for Buffalo.

Again, it felt very weird for AJ to be happy the other team won in Ball Arena. But… the heart wants what it wants.

Knowing she wouldn’t get back to the dressing room, and that the Sabres were flying to Arizona for their next game that night, all AJ could do was text Tyson. It broke her heart, as well as his - instead of following him, she would be off to Minneapolis in the morning to finish packing and tying up loose ends there. The second stab to her already breaking heart was that she also had to leave Jess and Nate behind again. 

Never goodbye, but see you later.

Tyson had texted from the airport, and again once on the ground safely. She agreed to do the same the next day on her flights.

With a few hours of sleep under their belts, Jess hauled AJ back to DIA to head north. The two vowed to make it all happen again soon, hopefully the next break in her nursing program.

Once AJ had boarded the plane, it was her turn to text the favorite line Tyson sent.

AJ: Text you when I land. Love you.

And she did a few hours later, when she found herself in what ended up being a very temporary home of Minneapolis. Getting a ride from the airport to the old building, she signed heavily as she unlocked the door.

The memories, although short, hit hard as she stepped inside. Boxes were still everywhere from when she was frantically packing for Tyson to move to Buffalo. The fridge was empty, sans some bottles of water and a bottle of ketchup. Looking out the patio doors, the skyline didn’t feel as inviting as it did before. Turning around though, something caught AJ’s eye.

Staring back at her from the living room on the sofa was Maple the Bear, holding a sign definitely in Tyson’s handwriting.

Tyson wanted me to tell you he misses you and loves you BEARY much!

Maple had been waiting WEEKS to give her that message, not knowing when she’d actually be there to receive it. Retrieving the note, she placed it in her laptop pocket of her backpack. From there, she slowly started picking up what few things were strewn about the apartment, starting piles to put things in boxes. Onto Chapter 34! https://at.tumblr.com/brainrattlers/play-it-cool-tyson-jost-34n/430f4im4icg0

#Josty #Tyson Jost x OFC #Play It Cool #Colorado Avalanche #Buffalo Sabres #NHL #TysonTuesday #Tyson Jost

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i’m sorry i just saw on twitter you said you could never get into star trek linguistics? aren’t you a linguist?

im a medievalist, which means i am at once interested in all and no other languages

#also not professionally i just have a degree in it! #that’s right i have two degrees in bioarchaeology and middle english #HUGE MONEY MAKER UR FRIEND REBECCA #middle english is like being interested in the rosetta stone #by learning about this ONE thing you know a little bit about EVERYTHING ELSE but not much #i know about the foundations of language but no specifics about anything else #i don’t even give a shit about old english lest it directly effect something i’m reading #you’d think i would like trek language wouldn’t you!? #you’d Think i’d be a klingon nerd or something but surprisingly #no? i respect anyone who is but not me 🤷‍♀️ #i barely care about MDE lmAOOO #ask #anon #not art #no i’m a biological nerd first and foremost #i wanna talk about the ANATOMY #probably because i’m dyslexic lmAO

[mzminola]

Community

Straight and cisgender people being part of the broader queer community is good in a variety of ways, and the example from my own life is growing up queer in a small town with parents who were supportive before either they or I knew I was queer.

My mom and dad grew up in Berkeley CA and were involved through their youths in a variety of extremely nerdy things like the Society of Creative Anachronism, Dungeons & Dragons (and a Star Trek inspired sci-fi variation), theater, etc. Within those groups, and other parts of their lives, they had a lot of queer friends.

They moved around a lot as adults, and this was the pre-internet era so staying in touch was harder, and even when they stayed in touch they didn’t necessarily see people in person much. I wound up growing up in a small liberal town in western WA. Statistically, due to the small population, I just did not know any out queer adults in my hometown when I was growing up. There was no GSA at the school, either.

But for years I had stories of queer adults, long before I ever knew I needed them. I never once worried my parents wouldn’t accept my bisexuality, because I was so very used to my parents talking about queer friends of theirs who were giant nerds, with the exact same fondness and nostalgia as all their other friends. Stories of queer-specific shenanigans were told alongside all the other shenanigans.

We had semaphore flags in the costume playtime box because Dad’s a nautical history nerd, and we had big motorcycle goggles designed to fit over chunky glasses because Mom used to catch rides around the Bay Area with lesbian biker friends. That blend and casualness was just a normal part of my childhood.

~

I learned from stories of my parents’ friends that you could take stereotypes and turn them into in-jokes; gay friends playing backyard baseball or catch or other sports totally flubbing a throw, and heckling each other with “What’s the matter honey, your wrists too limp?”

~

I learned about the AIDS epidemic, of the loss, the grief, the stigma, and of the ways people fought back. Supported each other. I learned a lot more when I was older from queer adult survivors of the epidemic online, but I learned first from my parents, who were still grieving friends they lost.

This was not distant history, this was not something that happened to “other people” this was something that happened to their community.

~

My father’s mother’s brother is gay. My great uncle. He raises tropical birds. When he was a much younger man than he is now, the signaling style of wearing a diamond earring in one ear was starting. Now, at the time, most men to wear a diamond earring as a signal of their sexuality wore very small, discreet flecks. Just this little flash of light that might catch your eye, that might make you look again.

Great Uncle inherited his mother’s engagement ring, took that honking big “look at me and admire how I got engaged! Look at me, look at me!” diamond to the jeweler, and got that sucker turned into an earring. You could not fucking miss it.

And you know what? That’s how I learned about queer signaling as a thing people could do, it was presented as a fun family story, and I wouldn’t have heard it if not for my parents, because Great Uncle lives in a completely different part of the country from us and doesn’t travel much, so I’ve only met him twice, during which everyone was catching up on current life, not stories of his youth.

~

When my mom, dad, and their friends were all young adults who’d recently left home and were living in a different state from their families, one of their friends was a butch gay man who’d recently come out to his parents. And his mom wanted to be supportive, and she was a person who sewed clothes herself. So she made him shirts. She had his measurements, and she’d regularly mail him care packages with beautifully hand-made button up shirts in pink and purple fabrics. Because those were the gay colors at the time, and she wanted to make sure he knew she supported everything about him, that she would never want him to change himself to fit in society’s mold.

Now the thing was, pink and purple were not actually to his taste. They were not colors he’d normally pick out for himself. But he and his parents didn't live in the same state anymore, this was pre-Internet, if you wanted to share photos you had to take them, develop the film, and mail them. So she wasn’t seeing his style regularly, she was seeing the style of the out gay men back in the Bay Area, and doing her best.

He wore the shirts. He was running around the Oregon countryside as a butch gay man in the early 1980’s in pink and purple button ups, because his mom made them for him with love, he loved her too.

So I heard this story growing up, and I learned from it. I learned parents could love and wholly support their queer children long before I ever heard about parents who rejected theirs. I learned love is in the actions we take. That it’s going to be imperfect, but what matters is we’re trying our best, and accepting that from each other.

~

I’m bisexual, and I’ve got some weird gender stuff going on. I did not know any out queer adults in my hometown growing up. I did not find any writings until the early 2000’s when the Internet became more accessible. My school did not have a GSA.

But I knew I wasn’t alone. I knew pieces of west coast queer culture and history. I knew queer people could be giant nerds, could be outdoorsy, could be silly and serious and fully rounded people with rich, wonderful lives. That their friends and family could accept them wholly without hesitation. Because what was there to hesitate over?

I’ve said before my hometown is liberal, and it is, but it still had enough prejudice to keep me semi-closeted as a teen. I had peers insist to me that “a child needs a mother and a father”, had adults insist civil unions were fine but marriage equality would violate religious freedoms, heard peers use “gay” as an insult from late elementary school onwards (and the teachers just ignoring it).

I needed all those stories from my childhood. I needed them. And I had them. Without ever having to ask.

And my brother had them too. He’s straight and cisgender, and he has never been anything but 100% supportive of me. He was arguing for equal rights and refusing to use the derogatory language peers were before I ever came out to him.

When I see people trying to gatekeep the queer community, this is what I think of. I think of being a kid in a small town, without knowing any local out queer adults, hearing people around me say bigoted things, but having all these stories burning in the hearth of my heart, and I think…

You want to douse that flame?

You want to reach back in time and wrench those stories from the child I was?

You’d rather I grow up isolated, confused, lonely, and scared, than have my straight, cisgender parents in the queer community? You want me to be isolated now, you want my brother to abandon me?

Really?

Identity and community are intertwined, but they are not rigid, nor should they be.

Community being broader is good.

#long post #queer tag #queer community #AIDS mention #fuck gatekeeping #Min and their entire family are all giant nerds #my dad's family just does NOT do subtle #this essay has been in the works for a while now #Min writes stuff #edited to change the last sentence from #community being the broader of the two is good #to just #community being broader is good

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When Y/N is getting tired of staying at home with the baby while Harry tours.

word count: 5k

contains: sexual content, language, a dash of angst

It was still early but Harry didn’t mind. When he was on tour he craved sleep like no other. To be in his bed, spooned around his love, and no alarm set.

However, the deep desire for sleep is just a faraway thought now because he’d rather be sleep deprived and wake up to his curly-haired baby any given day.

He looks to you. Mouth slightly open, face stress-free, and peaceful. Harry hated coming home from tour to see the bags of exhaustion under your eyes from taking care of the baby all by yourself.

He constantly had to swallow back guilt. He tried to do everything to make it up when he was home.

Harry didn’t find touring as exciting and fun as he use to. He sometimes counts down the tour dates until he’s home.

Sometime he can’t wait for the concert to wrap up so he can sneak in a quick FaceTime before you lot head off to bed.

Sasha was two, her birthday near days away, and Y/N had been running around like a mad-woman trying to make sure her party would be perfect.

Y\N sometimes held herself to the exceptions of other celebrities wives. Ballon arches, custom cookies, and beautiful decorations.

However, unlike other celebrities, you did this all yourself. No event planner, nobody except Anne and Gemma.

Harry wants you to sleep as much as possible and allow you the luxury he gets on tour. Sleeping in until noon sometimes in the empty, cold hotel room with nothing else to do.

He can hear Sasha babbling incessantly from her little bed. The little yellow railings preventing her from falling out or escaping.

Harry heaves himself off the bed, tugging on some sweatpants that had been thrown off hurriedly when you’d told him you’d been wet for him since he walked in the door last night.

“Hi, hi little love,” Harry murmurs as he opens the door to her bedroom. The yellow flowers hand-painted from the wall setting the theme for the room.

Sasha was a good baby and an ever better toddler. However, almost as a little teenager, she sure did have her mood swings. They weren’t quite out of the terrible twos stage yet.

She wanted her mom as she stood there.

“No, mummy,” Sasha whines, tugging on Harry’s cross necklace with force after he scooped her up.

“Hey, we don’t do that. Remember we treat people with kindness.”

After a promise of chocolate chips in her pancakes, she agrees to help Harry cook you breakfast. 

It was messy and his bare chest was covered in flour. Not quite sure how the little girl had gotten it into her curls but they were managing.

Harry loved watching Sasha play with the cooking utensil. Smacking whisk around, looking quizzically at a spatula. 

It made Harry want to buy her a little play kitchen. He was surprised they didn’t already have one. He thinks they might have on in their New York City apartment that they haven’t traveled to recently.

He makes a point while Sasha is chewing at the pancakes to search to find one. He finds a same-day pickup at a local toy store and orders it.

That’s one thing he loved about making so much money. He could spoil you and the baby, his family with everything and anything they want or need.

Y/N always struggled with accepting gifts from Harry but as they years went on and they got married and combined bank accounts. (well she brought a hefty three thousand to the marriage, he graciously gave her full-access to his money). 

A few weeks after your wedding, when you went to an ATM to get twenty pounds out for a cash-only restaurant and when the receipt said you two had six-hundred thousand and some change in just one of your CHECKING account - well you nearly almost fainted.

You had been worried about the three pound service fee before seeing that.

Harry could sometimes get ahead of himself. He’s had disposable money since he was sixteen. Y/N would sometimes hum, asking if he really needs a fifteen-thousand dollar wool Gucci coat.

Y/N would make it a point that she doesn’t want Sasha to grow to be materialistic and spoiled. So Harry was scolded every once in a while when he gave into Sasha’s puppy dog eyes.

Maybe not the best decision but he planned to set it up when you were out for lunch this afternoon with a friend. Hopefully, you wouldn’t notice? If he strategically put it in the playroom.

“Mmm, what’s all this?” You murmur, tying your silk robe at the front. Just enough cleavage showing that Harry feels a twitch in his joggers. Sue him, basically everything his wife did turned him on.

“Pancakes, mummy!” Sasha giggles, syrup coating her cheeks and fingers. “Kissy?” Her dad had taught her that.

“Yes baby,” you agree, leaning in to press a kiss to her soft curls, avoiding her sticky mess. 

“Kissy?” 

You look up to your pouting husband with identical absurdly wild curls from bed. 

“Spoiled, you lot,” you tell him before padding over to him and pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

Forever the horny teenager, his large hands finds your bum and pull you closer - deepening the kiss.

“Miss you s’much on tour, all I think about,” he whispers into your mouth. “Your tits, your cun-“

“Harry!” You laugh, smacking at his chest, “Can’t talk like that in front of the baby!”

“She didn’t hear,” he grumbles, giving your arse one last squeeze, “Tonight.”

“Tonight,” you agree back, ignoring the pinch of arousal. 

—-

Sasha was putting up a fight when she realized that you were leaving without her. Grabbing at your leg as you tugged on a Gucci sneaker.

“I’ll be back soon, Sash,” you assure her but to no avail.

Her cheeks ruddy red and splotched. Tears staining them as she wails dramatically at the top of her little lungs. 

“I don’t know if I should go,” You sigh as Harry wrestles her tiny body off of you so you don’t trip.

“No baby, you need a break. She can’t hold you hostage,” Harry laughs as Sasha wriggles a little in his arms.

“Call me if you need me to come home.”

“I’ll be fine, now go, have a mimosa for me,” Harry smiles down at his daughter who is staring at you like you’ve just killed her beloved pet.

You can’t help but giggle at the glare, “so scary, missy. I’ll see you soon, I love you.”

Sasha buries her nose into Harry’s neck. Her sobs more sad than angry at this point. Which makes your heartbreak a little.

—-

Sasha was getting impatient with her father. As he attempted to figure out how to screw on the oven door to the overcomplicated design.

She occasionally ran off with a piece he needed so it took much longer than he’d thought. But this thing was sophisticated, you pour water into a little tub and it runs through the faucet like a real sink.

Sasha gave her father a wide smile when he had finally told her it was all done. He helped fill the little shopping cart with plastic fruit and veggies.

She was babbling to herself happily, occasionally making sure her dad was still in the room with her.

Harry had grabbed his journal off the kitchen table and was scribbling down mismatched lyrics about how much love he was filled with.

His last two albums were nearly just songs about you. The next one was definitely going to include tracks about his baby.

When he hears the alarm sound and get shut off, he knows your home and he feels a little twinge of anxiety in his stomach.

Distraction? That should work right?

“Hi baby,” Harry greets, planting a kiss on your lips before squatting to untie your sneakers for you.

“Well hello there!” You look around surprised to not see your daughter toddling to you as well. “Is bug sleeping?”

Harry shakes his head and rubs the back of his neck, “Um, no. Just playing in the playroom right now.”

“Was she good?” You asks, noticing he’s changed clothes. He loved to laze around in joggers if he could. “Did you go out?”

“Just for coffee,” he covers, technically - he did grab a coffee for himself at a drive-thru. “How was lunch?”

“Good, mimosas were shit so I only had one. Missed you guys too much. So glad your home,” you sigh into his chest, basking in his tight arms around you.

“Only 73 more concerts to go,” Harry replies.

He can feel your shoulders tense at his lame attempt of a joke. It wasn’t funny to you, not in the slightest. 

“Just 73, huh?” You shoot back, untangling yourself from his grip. “Just another eight months away from your wife and baby.”

“Love...” Harry begins, swallowing hard. He was just as emotional as you when it came to it. 

You shake your head, swiping at the stray tear, “Just forget it,” you huff before trekking off to see your daughter.

Harry is cautiously trailing behind you with a bowling ball of nerves in his belly. 

When you walk into the playroom and see the new kitchen set - you stand nearly frozen in the doorway.

“Mummy! Mumma look at what daddy got me!” She chirps, standing to come to you. You easily lift her up and accept the plastic apple she hands to you proudly. 

You feel a tightness in your throat, “it’s so nice, baby.”

“Nice,” she repeats, “come play, mumma.”

“I just got home, give me a few minutes and I’ll be back in,” you promise with a kiss before placing her back down.

She seems satisfied with your answer and scurries back to where she had placed her babydoll on the countertop - feeding it.

“Can we please talk in the kitchen?” You asks, trying your best to keep your voice level in front of your daughter.

Harry dejectedly nods and follows you into the kitchen, dragging his boot-clad feet a little. 

“Look, I know your mad, lovie. But I just got the idea and didn’t think too much about it. Know y’don’t want to spoil her but-“

“Do you not listen?” You ask harshly.

He looks at you dumbfounded. Unsure of the question. It sounded like it was a trick question.

“You’re unbelievable!” You whisper-shout so Sasha doesn’t hear.

Harry feels himself getting defensive, “You’re tha’ mad about a bloody toy?  I’m her father allowed to buy her things too!”

“No, Harry. It’s not about that. It seems like your so busy with your job that you just tune me out on our calls.”

Harry’s brow furrows. That wasn’t true in the slightest. It was the highlight of his day to hear your voice and how it went at home.

“That’s bullshit and you know it!” Harry snaps, his voice a little louder. 

“Go into the storage room off the side of the garage.”

He gives you a confused look but obliges, after trailing through your maze of a house. He reaches the large extra room.

When he opens the door, his heart sinks. He immediately knows why you’re so upset with him.

A beautiful, hand-painted kitchen set is sat with a large pink bow in the room. The hutch saying in cursive, “Sasha’s Kitchen.”

It was her favorite colors - blue and yellow- with painted images of all her favorite characters like Peppa Pig and Blue from Blue’s Clues.

He remembers how excited you were on the phone that night - when you revealed her third birthday present and how perfect the artist had made it.

Harry had been listening -truthfully- but he was also nearly asleep after two encores of Kiwi onstage and a meet and greet backstage.

He felt like shit now. Disappointed in himself for ruining this surprise he knows you were looking forward to giving her in a mere few days.

But the excitement of another kitchen set surely would be lackluster now. 

“Baby, m’so sorry,” Harry says quietly, with guilt bubbling in his throat. “I was listening. I just...I forgot.”

“Nothing we can do about it now it,” you bite out. Disappointed at the ruin surprised making you prickle with anger towards your forgetful husband.

Harry begins to apologize once again but you don’t let him, “I need to put her down for a nap.”

— 

You drift off as well in your bed- taking advantage of Sasha being asleep in the next room over.

Harry doesn’t quite know how to fix this situation. He’s much too embarrassed to call his mum or sister who would just give him another earful.

He felt like being on tour has been mucking everything up. He loved his job, most days. But days like today - he wishes to never see a recording studio or microphone again.

Harry’s pondering all this when he hears a cry from the baby’s room. 

Sasha is stood, bleary-eyes with a sad frown as her father enters. 

“Sweet pea, what’s the sad face for?” He hums as he tucks her into the curve of his slim hip. Bringing her down onto the main level so you aren’t awoken.

“Daddy, kitchen?” She sniffles, pointing towards her playroom.

He shakes his head. Deciding the least he can do is bathe her so you wouldn’t need to later. She still had remnants of fruit pouch in her cheeks.

“No, darling. S’bath time. Then you can play,” he boots her nose. Snatching some clean baby clothes from where they’re folded and waited to be put away on the coffee table.

“No no no,” she whimpers angrily, shaking her head and smacking her arm against her father’s tattooed chest.

“Sasha Anne, no hitting, absolutely not,” Harry uses his firm father’s voice that he didn’t have to pull out very often.

“No bath, daddy, no!” She wails with all the dramatics of an A-List actor. 

“Hey, mumma’s sleeping. We cannot yell,” her father hushes her as he trails into the bathroom.

“Mean daddy!” She exclaims as he wrestles her into the tub. Splashing the water and wriggling away everytime he tries to cup water over her head to rid her of the shampoo.

“I know, I know, so mean,” he acknowledges sympathetically. A headache arising in the front of his skull from his baby’s high pitch noises and shouts.

After another fight into clothes, she’s still not happy when she’s sat in front of her kitchen. She throws the plastic toys around and whining anytime Harry moves an inch.

He’s feeling a little overwhelmed if he’s honest. With his worry about your precious argument and the unusual tactics of your toddler - he was stressed out. 

“Binky,” Sasha looks expectantly at her father.

Oh, good idea. She loves that.

Harry can’t find any lying around like usual so he digs through the drawers around the living room until he finds one.

After cleaning it off, he hands it to her and she pops it in her mouth happily. Her attention now direction back towards her new toy.

He let out a sigh of relief. He wasn’t quite sure how you did this alone so much of the time.

—

 When you finally wake from a fitful nap, you hear noise from the playroom. You’re still extremely frustrated with your husband but it’s less intense. Until...

Until you walk in and Sasha turns around, smiling around a binky you surely thought you’d thrown away.

Sasha was getting too old for a pacifier - even though she was just using it when she was really upset or at night.

You’d been binky-free for three weeks. And all the crying and tears from your daughter where now meaningless.

“Where did she get that pacifier?” You grit out.

You had told him multiple times you were weaning her off of it.

“She was fussy. I gave it to her, tha’ alright?” He asks cluelessly.

“Harry! I’ve told you so so many times that I’d been weaning her off of it. She just stopped crying about it a week ago!”

“I told you about this - just like the kitchen. God, you get so goddamn wrapped up in your career that you forget important things like this!”

“Baby...” Harry whimpers, hands up in surrender. “I keep, I keep messing up. I’m - I don’t know where my mind is.”

“I’ll tell you were your mind is, Harry. In the countries your traveling to, the concerts your performing at. You promised me...you fucking promised when we started trying for a baby this stuff wouldn’t happen!!”

Harry’s face crumples, “yo-you’re my everything, lovie. You and bug. None of this means anything without you. I’ll quit music, never write another lyric or sing another note if that’s what you want from me.”

He meant that fully heartedly too.

When he wrote If I Could Fly and write the lyrics, “I’ll give up everything, just ask me to.”

The fans, the producers, you - don’t truly know how much he was being truthful in the lyrics.

“I would never ask you to do that. I want you to do what you love but I want you to follow through for your family!”

At your raised tons, Sasha begins to whine, looking with wide, concerned eyes.

“Mummy?”

With that, you scoop her up. “M’going to your mums. I’ll be back later.”

Harry watches anxiously as you pack Sasha’s bag. He feels useless as he hands your her fruit pouches and crackers from the pantry.

As you snatch the car keys from the entry tables, Harry asks in a near whisper, “What’s going on? I’m so lost.”

“I’m lost too. I jus-just can’t keep doing this. It’s too hard for you to be away from us like this. I feel like a single mom sometimes.”

With that, you’re out the door and on your way to your mother-in-laws. 

For the first time ever, Harry had a fleeting thought that you’re going to divorce him. He knows it’s not just about the toy and the pacifier.

He hasn’t been home enough. As much as he tries, the FaceTimes don’t make the distance and time apart any easier. 

You have all the responsibility of this little human and your heart twinges on days you’re missing you husband and you constantly at met with his little replica.

Harry feels like he’s going to have a panic attack. He’s only had a handful in his lifetime but this one was intense.

He grabs his phone and dials the number to his best friend. He really needed a shoulder to cry on right now.

“Hey mate! What’s good, big boy?” The Irish man belts into the phone only to be met with sniffles and tears.

“Niall, I don’t know what to do.”

—

Anne was expecting you. She had set up tea with little cake in the back garden. Sasha was excited to chase the cats around the greenery. Her cute jumpsuit sodden with dirt and grass stains in no time.

“I’m sick of being at home alone all the time with Sasha. I miss Harry too much, she misses him too much,” you croak, attempting to keep your tears at bay.

“I want Harry to continue his career and live his dream. Most people never get the chance he’s gotten. I-I just need him.”

“Oh honey,” she rubs my hand soothingly, “I can only imagine. I know I missed him fiercely to the point it was unbearable when he was sixteen. I still miss him too.”

“I...I’m going to sound like such a bad mother,” you take a deep breathe, “would I be a bad mum if Sash and I joined Harry on tour?”

“Do you think that’d make you a bad mum?” Anne asks softly, a small smile on her face.

“No, I don’t think. I’d be happier because I’d be with Harry and we could actually be a married couple 24/7. She would get to see her dad everyday.”

“I think you’ve found you answer,” Anne chuckles, pouring more hot water into your cups.

“It will be so stressful.”

“More stressful than it is now?” Anne replies.

“Nothing can be more stressful than right now.”

- -

The talk witdh Niall helped only a little bit but enough to not feel like he’s going to vomit every other minute.

He was worried you were going to come in here and ask him for a divorce because he couldn’t follow through on his promises as a husband and a father.

Harry was ready to do whatever it took to prevent that from happening. He’s not above groveling and begging for you to stay.

It is dark when you pull in, toting in a sleeping child in your arms that you pass off to Harry who’s waiting at the front door.

He tucks his baby into her bed, tugging the blankets over her, and staring down at her sweet, cherub face for a little longer than usual before heading into your master.

You’re sat on the corner of the bed, biting your lip, and playing with you flashy large diamond ring as a force of habit.

“Baby...” Harry rasps, not touching you but kneeling down in front of you. 

“I can’t do what we’re doing anymore,” you begin, completely unaware that Harry thinks you’re about to ask for a divorce.

“I don’t think you’re going to agree with what I have to say, but I think it’s the best,” you swallow harshly, hoping he doesn’t shoot down the proposition.

“Please, I’ll do anything, lovie. Don’t leave me, don’t divorce me. I’ll do anything’ you want, sweetheart. Please, I need you. I’m so inlove with you.”

Harry is full on sobbing by this point, hanging his head against your knees as he attempts to catch his breath but finding it hard.

“Harry!” You murmur in confusion “baby, look at me, please?”

It takes him a moment to meet your eyes, your face is soft but wrinkled in concern. 

“What are you talking about? Divorce?” You choke out the words. Never in a million years would you willingly agree to part from your husband.

“I know I’ve been fuckin’ up. I can’t bloody figure out how to balance shit. I’ve not followed through and neglected you n’ the baby. I’m a bad husband and a bad dad.”

“Hey,” you said with force, bringing your hand under his chin so he has to keep eye contact. “Do not ever say something like that again. You are the best husband and father. You provide for us. You love us more than I’ve thought possible. You’re perfect for Sasha and I.”

“You said you couldn’t do this anymore,” Harry chokes out, letting his ringed hands rest on the tops of your thighs. His diamond wedding rand flashing in the light.

“Oh, H. I’m sorry - I didn’t mean with you.” You chuckle lightly, “how could you ever possibly think I’d leave you, pet?”

He shakes his head, “it’s because y’too good for me. Don’t deserve you.”

“Hush,” you hums, running a hand through his curls. “I know how to fix this.”

“How? I’ll do anything f’you,” Harry would agree to jump off The Empire State Building for you without a second thought.

“The baba and I are going to join you on tour. I know we agreed it’s be too much but I can’t imagine it can be any harder than this.”

Harry’s face lights up like a Christmas tree.

“That’s if you’ll have us,” you whisper coyly, excited by his reaction.

“Yeah, baby. It means I get to fuck you every night,” Harry growls pushing you back and up into the bed before crawling on top of you.

“A teenage boy, I swear,” you giggle, flushed just thinking about how much more time you’ll have together. 

“S’it so bad I want t’fuck my wife? That I’m so bloody gone for you that I’d do anything f’you?” He presses against your lips before demanding entrance.

“You can have me in your bed every night,” you agree, letting his tongue twist with yours with fever and urgency. 

“Mmm, only groupie I’ll ever need.”

“Shut up,” you laugh, allowing him to slip your shirt over your head and attach his lips to your collarbone.

“Can’t wait to fuck you in every country - like we did when you toured with me before the bab.”

When he tosses your bra across the room, you gasp at his mouth finding your nipple instantly. Nipping and suckling at the sensitive nerves with intent.

His hand doesn’t waste anytime, skillfully unbuttoning your jeans and zip with one hand before cramming his large palm inside to cup you in his hand.

“Only pussy I want, fuckin’ made for me,” he groans at the warm wetness he feel through the thin underwear. The tips of his fingers stroke over your clit with confident movements.

“Stop teasing!” You whine, wriggling out of your jeans and panties in one go. Harry is still completely dressed above you - which shouldn’t be sexy but it is.

“Don’t know how I thought you’d ever leave me. Y’fucking obsessed with my cock,” he laughs - sure of himself now.

“If you don’t touch me, I swear-“

“I’ve got you lovie, best wife ever, y’know? Just wanna please you,” he promises the damp skin on your neck, landing nips and bites that will surely leave a mark. 

“Then please me,” you demand, your tone a higher pitch than usual for your arousal.

You’re rolling your hips upwards to meet his jean-clad center. The friction feels delicious against your sensitive nerves.

Harry takes hold of your hip with one hand to halt your grinding, his other hand finding your heat and without hesitation - slides two thick fingers into you.

“H, yeah,” y/n moans, rolling her hips down to meet his hand. Her arousal coating his knuckles and he can’t describe how sexy that is.

He curls his fingers towards the top of you tight wall, finding the little spongey spot that has you bucking your hips and whimpering.

“Oh, did I find the spot, love?” Harry teases like he doesn’t know. He’s been an expert in pleasuring you for the past eight years. 

“Yes baby, m’gonna come,” you nearly slur with pleasure. The cold metal of his rings brushing against your heated folds in relief.

“Only gonna let you come - if you promise me you’ll come again f’me.”

“I will, H. I wil-“

“Ssh, s’okay. Give it to me, my love,” Harry croons sweetly, leaning to suck a nipple as he speeds up his minstrations. 

Your chest is rising and falling at a fast pace, your hips meeting his curled fingers on every thrust as he pushes you over the edge, “fu-fuck,” you moan, trying your best to keep your voice down.

“Tha’s it. M’wife looks so fuckin’ gorgeous when she’s coming on my fingers. Need you on my cock,” Harry grunts, removing his fingers and working to get his clothes off as fast as possible.

He’s positioning himself at your entrance with intent, wasting no time pushing in. No matter how many times you took him - it was always a stretch but it was immensely pleasurable.

“Love you, love our family. Can’t wait f’you two to join me on tour,” Harry pants, attempting to keep his thrust slow and meaningful but he was so turned on he was already becoming sloppy.

“S’going to be so nice. Spend everyday with my husband,” you hum, wrapping your legs around his waist and resting your feet on his bum. You can feel the muscle flexing from his thrusts.

“Yeah, never get tired of hearin’ that word.”

“Husband?” You giggle, “we’ve been married for five years.”

“Still can’t believe you agreed to,” Harry murmurs, his lips pressed against your temple as he becomes more determined. His thumb finding your clit and giving it hard, tight rubs.

Harry could have anyone he wanted. Millions of people lusted after him. It was hard to believe sometimes that he only wanted you. But in moments like this, you never questioned it.

“You’re ridiculous,” you tell him, biting his full bottom lip.

He growls, “hush up. Let me fuck you, yeah?” 

With that, the only thing that leaves your mouth is whines and gasps as he hits your spot on every fluid thrust with a determined thumb on your nerves.

“Cl-close,” Y/N shutters, legs quivering with sensitivity and arousal.

“Baby, baby wait f’me, m’close,” he begs against your skin, licking and kissing wherever he can reach. He speeds up his movements and you fell him tensing up, his mouth dripping open in an o shape and his eyes squeezing shut - his telltale sign.

You allow yourself to let go at that point and ride out the waves of intense climax with him as he weakly thrust a few more times until he lays his weight on top of you.

“The bubby is going to love South America,” Harry smiles into your mouth. His large palms massaging at your shaky, wet thighs.

“I think she’s going to love being with her daddy more,” Y/N replies, a hand coming to cup his jaw in a slow, languid twist. 

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Fandom: Sanders Sides Characters: Logan, Virgil Rating: Teen & up Relationships: Analogical Warnings: Language, mention of smut (in the context of a character writing fic, not actual smut. fic-ception i guess lol) Word count: 1624

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Summary: Logan did not intend for anyone to ever find this secret out. Oops.

Notes: Day 4 of @analogicalweek 2022! This is for the prompt “AU.” Takes place early in the first year of analogical’s marriage. also i don’t know anything about star trek so i apologize for inaccuracies lol

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“God, I used to read so much Star Trek fanfiction as a teen,” Virgil said reminiscently, tipping his head back against the couch and reaching for another handful of popcorn.

“Really?” Logan said from his seat beside his husband on the couch, curious. “I wouldn’t have imagined you’d have been particularly into the show.”

“Oh, I mean, it was never my top fandom, but it was always kind of there, you know?” Virgil shrugged. “My mom really liked it, so she introduced it to me. I guess it was kind of a comfort fandom when I got older. Nostalgic, or whatever.”

“Ah,” Logan said. “I see. I discovered it in middle school.” He tilted his head to the side. “Oh, I think it must have been a special interest for a few years there.” He’d never made the connection before; it had been close to a year since he’d found out he was autistic, and little things about his life kept clicking into place every so often in light of this information. Star Trek evidently being a case in point.

“That does not surprise me even a little bit,” Virgil informed him fondly. “Nerd.”

Logan rolled his eyes. “Shut up,” he said, smiling.

“Make me,” Virgil teased.

Logan picked up a handful of popcorn and shoved it into his husband’s mouth, which sent them both into giggles, Virgil covering his mouth with his hand to avoid spewing popcorn all over the living room.

“Okay, I guess I should have seen that coming,” Virgil commented after a moment, swallowing the popcorn at last.

“Probably,” Logan agreed. “I like that you describe the show as comforting. That’s how I feel about it now, too.” His interest hadn’t been as strong in a few years, but it was still there, just softened down to a warm glowing core deep inside him.

“Yeah. I’d always search up the Spirk tag on AO3 when I was feeling down.” Virgil rolled his eyes. “Which, y’know, teen angst me did kind of a lot.”

Logan frowned, putting a hand on his husband’s arm.

“I’m okay, L.” Virgil took the hand and raised it to his lips. “Don’t worry.”

“I don’t like it when you are unhappy,” Logan said, still frowning.

“I know, babe.” Virgil cast him a comforting look. “I’m plenty happy now, okay? This is a great way to spend the evening. I’m good.”

“Okay,” Logan acquiesced after a moment, doing his best to wipe the frown off his face. “What kinds of fanfiction did you like to read?”

“About Star Trek?” Virgil asked. When Logan confirmed with a nod, his husband went on, “Well, I said Spirk already. Mostly that. Or else platonic stuff.” He grabbed the remote and paused the TV. “Sometimes I’d branch out into Daforge, if I wanted to spice things up with the Next Generation stuff, or a couple other things depending on what I was feeling. I went for lots of whump and hurt, with or without comfort. It was, like, cathartic, or whatever. But there was this one author I liked who did, like, more long-form, plot-heavy stuff. Which is the kind of stuff I usually would avoid, but I got into their stuff anyway because I read a oneshot they did once that was fantastic—Spock had to kill Kirk for some reason, I fucking cried, I loved it—and it got me to take a chance on their other stuff, and it was really good. Like, published novel levels of good. They were one of my favorites, even though most of their stuff wasn’t the kind of fic I usually read.”

“Fascinating,” Logan commented. “You’ll have to show me.”

“First of all, the fact you assume I still have all my old cringey fanfic accounts? Ouch.” Virgil seemed amused. “But accurate. Second, the assumption that I still remember enough details years later to find that fic?” He paused. “I mean, okay, again probably accurate. But come on. Leave me some shred of dignity, L.”

“I was not mocking you,” Logan protested.

“Oh, I know, babe. But it’s still funny.” Virgil took another handful of popcorn and munched it, considering. “Actually, I bet you would like their stuff,” he said thoughtfully. “It seems exactly up your alley, now that I think about it. There was this one really awesome long-ass multichapter piece they had, it was a college AU but it also had, like, a murder mystery going on that Kirk and Spock teamed up to solve, and there was this whole rivals-to-begrudging-allies-to-friends-to-lovers thing. All of it was super well researched, too, I think the author actually said they’d based it off some old crime case they learned about.”

Logan blinked several times and worked very hard on controlling his facial expression. “…Really?”

He must not have done as good a job at acting natural as he’d hoped, because Virgil squinted at him. “Uh, yeah. You good?”

“Fine,” Logan said quickly. “Just—uh—fascinated by the premise. Do you remember anything else about it?”

“I dunno. The smut chapters were really hot,” Virgil said, shrugging.

Logan choked on air. “Ah,” he said faintly. “Yes. Those. I see.”

Virgil snickered. “And those were also, like, excruciatingly well-researched. The author always linked a bunch of sources in the notes for the chapters, and had a whole long rant one time about safe sex in real life. It was weirdly wholesome, actually.”

“That’s—that’s great,” Logan managed.

Virgil paused, eyeing him sharply. “Babe, you’re acting really weird,” he said, frowning. “What’s up?”

“I—” Logan hesitated, reluctant to answer. “What was the author’s username? Do you remember? By any chance?”

“Uhh.” Virgil frowned, concentrating. “It was some kind of pun, I know that. A dirty one.” He snickered. “And a reference. It was clever.”

“Oh,” Logan said, his voice cracking. “Well. That’s—I see.”

“Hang on.” Virgil looked at him sharply. “Do you, like, know the fic I’m talking about?” He looked delighted. “You read fic when you were a teen?”

“I—well, in a manner of speaking, yes,” Logan hedged, his face burning hot all the way to the tips of his ears. He avoided his husband’s eyes.

There was another pause. Then a gasp. “Logan, you’re not saying you wrote it, are you?”

Logan hid his face in his hands. “Maybe?”

Virgil made a wordless noise of gleeful delight. “Holy shit,” he breathed. “Uh—shit, what was it called—the fic was, uh—oh, I’ve got it.” He snapped his fingers. “It was called Journey to Scarlet. I think it was a reference to a couple different things.”

Logan groaned. “Oh god. Yes.” He hiked his legs up onto the couch so he could curl into a ball. “I have so many regrets right now.”

“That was you?” Virgil pressed, delighted.

“Yes,” Logan admitted, muffled, into his crossed arms.

“Holy shit, this is like a fake tumblr post come true,” Virgil said, laughing uncontrollably. “This is the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I fucking married my favorite fanfic author. This is the best day of my life.”

“I’m going to look up my login and delete it all,” Logan said into his arms, only half meaning it.

“Noo!” Virgil protested, laying a hand on his arm. “No, babe, it was really good, I swear. I bet it still gets hits, even.” He tugged at Logan, guiding him to curl up in Virgil’s arms and lay his head on his husband’s shoulder. “I’m not making fun of you. Promise. I really do think this is awesome and hilarious and great.”

“I never told anyone about my account on that site,” Logan mumbled into his neck. “I’d always delete my search history after going on it.”

“Aww.” Virgil pressed a kiss to his forehead. “I promise whatever embarrassed you about it, I did way worse shit than you did and read things much more eye-bleachingly shameful than you did. I fucking guarantee it. And I linked my profile on all my regular social media.”

“You what?” Logan gasped, startled out of his embarrassment in spite of himself.

“Yeah. I did lots of deeply cringey things that I regret letting people witness, with everything in me,” Virgil said, snickering. “But, like, it’s kind of funny now, I guess.” He pressed a kiss to Logan’s forehead. “I’m not judging you, hon. Promise.”

Logan made a face, though he did not doubt the veracity of his husband’s words. “Okay,” he agreed, tipping his face forward to hide in Virgil’s neck once again.

“Shh. There, there.” Virgil patted his head. “Poor thing,” he teased gently. “You wrote very good stories with very hot smut, oh no, however will you recover?” He sounded intensely amused by this entire situation.

“I wasn’t planning on anyone finding out about them!” Logan said with a somewhat pitiful whimper.

“Okay, babe,” Virgil soothed. “I won’t tell Remus. Promise.”

“Oh, god.” Logan shuddered at the thought. “Thank you.”

He could still hear a note of amusement in his husband’s voice. “Of course, babe.” Virgil lifted Logan’s face and pressed another kiss to his forehead. “Want to watch some more actual Star Trek until you feel better?” He gestured towards the TV, still paused midway through the episode they’d been on.

“Can you still hold me?” Logan asked in a small voice.

Virgil grinned, petting his hair. “Definitely.”

Logan relaxed somewhat, rearranging himself so he could lean on his husband and rest his head over Virgil’s heart. Virgil’s arms came up to cup firmly around him, fingers running through his hair and scratching his scalp as the episode began playing once again.

Logan had to admit, beginning to feel warm and safe and sleepy, that this was not a particularly terrible outcome to this situation.

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the older boy, part two. eli moskowitz x reader

summary 📣: in which reader’s friends warn her about the older boy with the red mohawk but she doesn’t listen

warning/s 🚫: swearing

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part one, part two

hawk: miss me princess?

you squinted your eyes from the bright glare surfacing from the screen of your phone. it had to be about close to midnight and it was almost something you expected, this text.

he always texted late, always catching you minutes before you decided to clock out for bed, and always drawing out your sleep schedule. so instead of going to bed at 11:30 like normal, you ended up wide awake well around two hours later.

y/n: you flatter yourself too much

hawk: is that so? thought you always looked forward to our nightly convos

y/n: other than them being nightly, sure

hawk: i’m a busy man

you rolled your eyes, “sure you are.”

y/n: that’s probably why i never see you outside of school then huh

you couldn’t careless on why you never saw hawk outside of school. it seemed to be rather a blessing from all the things you had been hearing about him lately. it was just fun to tease.

he liked being teased as weird as it sounded, it fired him up as he stared at the screen of his phone, smirking. hawk knew you knew why you never saw him and why he never saw you. you guys weren’t friends, barely acquaintances, only two oblivious lonely people who wanted someone to fill their hormonal needs. 

hawk: you never see me sweetheart because you never want to

y/n: that’s a lie

hawk: is it?

y/n: i’d love to see you

hawk: i’m sure you would, but face it princess, you’d chicken out halfway through before you’d even see my face

y/n: lies, you sure you’re not talking about yourself?

but was it really a lie? you wondered, thinking whether or not your wits and nervousness would overcome you before you actually saw the face of eli if you were to ever hang out with him.

you bit your lip thinking about earlier today when moon said to stay away from eli for rather obvious reasons. one being he was violent and angry a lot of the time and two... he was a teenage asshole who’d fuck you over the minute you showed vulnerability.

hawk: let me come over if you’re not a pussy

you bit your tongue at the sight of the message. great, you thought. now you had to come up with some excuse only to prove hawk right; that you were a pussy. the thing was, you didn’t actually think he’d want to see you.

it was like a silent agreement that your relationship was flirting only, nothing else. he was like a side hustle along with all the other boys who hit you up through your snapchat.

y/n: sorry babe, i only let boys who actually talk to me in real life come over

hawk: alright, fuck you lmfao

eli mindlessly smiled at his phone screen while shaking his head. he knew you’d be a challenge, and he knew you’d turn him down any minute or mention of hanging out.

he found taunting and teasing you amusing and sometimes the highlights of his days but sometimes it also got boring with how you didn’t put out as easily as the other girls.

y/n: sorry bud

hawk: alright, goodnight princess ;)

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it was uneventfully windy as you stood outside waiting for moon’s red car to pull up and drop you home. you almost swore as you came into realization that she probably forgot about you, again.

you tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear as you checked your phone once again, absent of any notifications that would relate to moon.

you were beginning to feel sick, the kind of sick that resonated in your stomach from a sprout of loneliness. you shook your head, pushing yourself off the brick high school wall deciding you better start walking now if you wanted to get home before five.

your feet begun to burn five minutes into walking the shortest route you could think of as a way home, “fucking, moon.” you shook your head, taking out your phone again. she always had the strangest memory problems and seemed to always goes m.i.a. the moments you need her the most, such as.. when you were desperately in need a ride home. 

“need a ride?”

you almost jumped in surprised, not realizing a car had pulled up next to you as you were focused on your phone. you dipped your head down to the low window of the old red cadillac pulled up next to you, their windows rolled down, old rap music turned down low in order to speak to you. 

eli.  

“nice car,” you quirked your brow with a slight impressed smile. he was one of the last people on earth you would expect to give you a ride despite your conversation the last night. 

“you want a ride or not, princess?” “oh, i wouldn’t want to ruin your special me time, hawk.”

“get in the fucking car, y/n,” he rolled his eyes, quickly done with your bullshit as he put the car in drive. you reluctantly got in the nice car, swinging your bag to the floor as you couldn’t help smile to yourself. 

“you know i’ve never been in a karate kid’s car before,” you mumbled lightly, examining the interior of the car better, your fingers running against the smooth dashboard, impressed by how well restored the old car was. 

“is that so?” he glanced at you, a slight smirk on his face. 

“who restored the car?” you mumbled, your eyes still looking around almost like a kid in a candy store, only more subtle, trying to hide the fact how impressed you were with the car. 

he glanced at you again, almost taken back by the question. it was never a question he had heard before, especially by a girl. he smirked, trying to hide his own surprisal, “you know larusso? guy helped me out with it.”

“nice,” you mumbled, leaning back into the seat, done with your examination. 

it was silent now, and you almost sat comfortably if it weren't for the voice in the back of your head yelling at you that the whole thing was a bad idea. you wanted to ignore it so badly, because you had never actually ever saw a red flag from eli other than the fact that it’s basic knowledge he’d a fuck boy. 

he seemed like a generally good guy. no not a good guy, a guy that was your type. eli wasn’t at all the good guy type but more or so the douche that was only nice to certain group of people, you being on of them. 

because he wanted to fuck you. 

“got something on your mind?” he glanced at you, almost nervously like you'd hop out the window with any wrong move he made. 

“no,” you said it fast making him smirk, almost as if he knew what you were thinking, almost as if he were familiar with the typical female anxiousness. familiar with the fast talking, redden cheeks, lip bites, fingers fiddling, all of it, it seemed as if he just knew. 

and eli was, it hadn't taken him long when going through girls to pick up on the similar body language they all seemed to have. because really, down to the bottle, they all did the same thing; always rubbed their lips together prompting for kisses, using a different fragrance than usual when finally alone, fingers tapping, lessening the clothing on their body than the usual outfit. all similar, and he could almost see it in you despite this being an unintentional meet up... and you weren't trying to pounce on. 

“actually.. yeah,” you lightly bit your bottom lip as you looked at your lap, trying to think of the best way to ask him the question that had been on your mind for awhile; “what do you expect from me, eli?” wow, what kind of question was that?

it was an honest and upfront one, something he wasn't used to, practically sending him into shock as he had to look at you fully to see if you were actually serious and not pulling his leg, seeming like something you'd do. 

but you really wondered. 

“uh- i, what?”

you awkwardly laughed, looking to him, “no, i mean i really don't give a shit, i’m just not about to lead you into something you think you’re going to get nudes in, because your really not.” 

wow, really? 

he almost swore aloud, biting his lip hard, now realizing you really weren't going to be easy, not as easy as the girls who put out the moment you called them pretty, or even the ones who you had to take on a date before they even sent. 

fuck. 

he laughed it off, shaking his head as if you were a fool for thinking that, “you really think that low of me?”

no worries, there’s always plan b; make you feel bad. 

you laughed in return, “yeah, i really do.”

but he forgot you weren’t that stupid to fall for feeling bad just for something you weren’t about. 

“wow.”

“you wouldn't be the first.”

“so, I've heard,” he gripped his neck, eyes now glued to the road before turning into a neighborhood off from the main road, his mind following the map basically glued in his mind from driving past your house to dmitri’s. 

he parked, now seeming to ignore you as his whole plan begun to fall apart right before him. 

“thanks, eli,” you nodded to him, jumping out of the car with your bookbag in hand before beginning to trek up your front yard. 

“anytime, princess.” 

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[burning-the-write-oil]

Guardian

Summary: Compilation of a few different scenes of Sandor and reader.

Characters: Sandor Clegane/F!Reader

Words: 1.9k

Rating: Explicit, 18+ only

Warnings: swearing/explicit language, indications of intended non-con/r*pe, explicit sexual references, penetrative sex, oral (f), alluded age gap (reader is in 20s), how fucking large Sandor Clegane is

A/N: So I’ve written yet another piece that wasn’t on my list of things I needed to write, but I have an issue with new characters that I thirst over and having an overwhelming urge to write them, so here’s the result! It’s kind of all over the place, but it was an idea I had that only compiled of a few scenes so I just connected them. I hope you enjoy if you do read! Thank you for your support and please like, reblog, and comment if you desire!

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           “C’mon poppet, we don’t bite...much.”

Try as you did, there was no possible way to press yourself any closer against the wall in an attempt to distance yourself from the men. You wished you could melt into the wall, become one and get away. Escape. But there was no escape. Three guards of Kings Landing had you cornered, deciding they were going to have their way with a handmaiden they’d found wandering the halls of the castle alone. A bad decision on your part, it seemed. However, you’d made this trek to the gardens before, spending any time to yourself there, should the weather be suitable.

           ��Don’t you fools have enough fun at the brothels? Just let me be on my way,” You pleaded, your heart rate increasing at the sneers and laughs they gave.

           “No charge for you, love. Here for the taking. Can’t give that opportunity up, now can we?” One of the guard’s sickly sweet tones made you grimace, trying to push their grimy hands away from your body as they began to reach to pull at your dress.

A sharp strike to your face at your refusal and attempt to escape caused you to whimper as one man quickly turned you and pressed your face to the wall behind you. Tears pricked in your eyes as you tried to call out for help, only to be met with another strike and a harsh tug to your hair. You tried to tune out the murmurs of “how fun this one will be” and “feisty one, she is” as they decided who would have the first go at you.

Tears slid down your cheeks as one of the men ripped at the fabric of your gown, tearing a strip down the back and side just as the sound of someone drawing their sword met your ears. You froze, immediately noticing the hands of the guard leave you. You hesitated to turn around at the proceeding sound of steel colliding and groans of the men being struck, sliced and falling to the ground, slashed with the stranger’s sword.

Silence filled the air immediately after. You reached for the ripped fabric of your dress, attempting to hold it to your chest to cover yourself in some way before turning around, your red eyes meeting the stranger’s.

Sandor Clegane. The Hound. The king’s bodyguard.

He sheathed his bloodied sword, eyes softening when he met yours, carefully taking a few steps towards you. The guards now in a pool of their own blood. You exhaled shakily, eyes remaining fixed on the metal armor that covered his chest as he stood before you. He carefully brought a hand to your jaw, gently tilting your head up ever so slightly to get a better look at your injuries. His thumb barely brushed the mark and the quickly forming bruise from the man who had struck you and knew there were more than likely more bruises to be found on your body. His touch barely pressed your cheeks as he wiped away the falling tears from your cheeks. Less from the fear in the present and more from the events that had just occurred. What could have happened had Sandor not been there.

           “Let’s get you back to your quarters.” He quietly spoke and you nodded with a sniffle, his hand on the small of your back as he led you down the hall.

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           “Aren’t they going to notice the king’s bodyguard is missing?”

           “Fuck ‘em…” He mumbled against your neck, the scruff around his mouth scratching against your skin at the contact.

You smiled, shaking your head slightly at the retort. The rate at which you’d gone from barely touching the man before you to now having his hands on you almost constantly when you two were together was very quick. Your touch, kisses, and affection were now welcomed to Sandor.

           “You’re going to get us both in trouble.” You smirked, starting to run your fingers through the greasy strands of his hair.

He pulled away from your neck with a sigh, shifting you to now straddle his lap from your original position of sitting to the side. He raised a brow, looking up at you.

           “Are you really that concerned about those cunts right now?”

You shook your head with a small grin, tilting your head to press your forehead to his, brushing the tip of his nose with yours.

           “That’s what I thought.” He growled, gently guiding your head with a hand grasping your chin to place more kisses now along your jawline.

You paused for a few moments, appreciating the attention he gave you before speaking again, much to his displeasure.

           “I missed you.”

He pulled away to look up at you, this time not in slight annoyance but to better listen as you spoke.

           “Not easy protecting the little shit and handling his insistent demands. Finding time to come to see you without being summoned isn’t as easy..” He simply replied, eyes searching your face. 

You nodded understandably, brushing the back of your hand along his cheek. You knew he wanted to see you, but you both had to keep up the image that nothing was going on between you two.

           “Guess we should make the most of our time then.”

           “Aye, that’s what I’ve been trying to do since I got here.” He mumbled in fake annoyance and you could immediately sense the playfulness in his tone.

Rolling your eyes, you immediately leaned down to press your lips to his, hands resting on the back of his neck. You loved these moments.

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           “Gods, don’t stop, please!” You whined, doing your best to keep your voice low as your eyes fluttered open to attempt to look down at the man between your thighs, eagerly licking at your pussy as you were laid across the wooden table in your quarters.

Sandor harshly sucked your clit between his lips before pulling back ever so slightly to speak,

           “You keep whimpering like that and I won’t be able to finish. Don’t like people interrupting my meal…” He grumbled, using his thumbs to separate your lower lips and lick a long stripe along the length of your labia.

You bit your lip to muffle the moan that wanted to escape your lips as you were steadily brought to the edge for the second time, your sensitive clit aching at the contact and the wet squelching sounds of his lips and tongue giving attention to your swollen center.

           “Come up h-here so I can give y-you the attention you deserve.” You managed to get out, your body jolting slightly as he removed his mouth from you moments later.

He chuckled lowly, slowly rising from his knees to stand before you, lips shiny with your arousal.

          “You mean so I can fuck you?”

           “Works out for both of us, now doesn’t it?” You raise a brow with a teasing smirk, hands reaching up to pull the top of your dress down even further, baring more of your breasts to him.

He groans, leaning down to drag his teeth across one of your nipples before unbuttoning his trousers and pulling them down to free his hardened length that was now leaking at the tip.

           “You could always have your betrothed do the job for you.” His tone bitter at the reference to the man your father had arranged for you to marry.

That couldn’t be further from what you wanted as he pulled you off of the table, flipping you around to now face the table before shoving you to bend over it.

           “If I wanted a boy to fuck me, I’d be over there right now.” You told him, your body shivering in excitement as he used his knee to spread your thighs further apart.

          “Oh, that’s right. You want a man to fuck you proper… Plenty of other men in King’s Landing, girl.” He slowly dragged the tip of his cock along the length of your slit, coating him in your arousal before pausing at your entrance.

          “Fuck, Sandor! I want you, okay? I want you to fuck me, please!” You practically begged, your hands trying to reach for an edge on the table as you tried to push your ass back towards his hips.

           He chuckled at your pleading, knowing very well that he was who you wanted. “That’s right, girl.”

He thrust into you roughly, his large hands immediately grabbing onto your hips and pulling them back to meet his thrusts. You pressed your mouth to your arm in front of you, trying to muffle the moans that fell from your lips as your body jolted forward with every quick thrust.

           “Such a sweet girl, but like it so rough, doesn’t she? Imagine what your father would think, knowing you let The Hound ruin you.” He growled as he brought a hand forward to gather your hair and pull you up towards him.

You could only whimper in response, mumbling for him to fuck you harder before your lips pressed together in hopes your cries of pleasure wouldn’t be heard past the doors of your quarters.

           “You going to come for me, sweet one?” He grunted as his thrusts slowed ever so slightly, still continuing to plow into you.

           “Yes, please let me come!” You whined, your hands searching for anything to grab on the surface below you.

Sandor’s grunts and growls grew louder as he reached his peak as well, the rhythm of his thrusts beginning to falter.

            “Come on then. Come for me.” He groaned as your walls clenched around him and your orgasm hit you moments later, your head falling to the surface as your body shook, feeling him reach his release not long after you. 

Both your pants and heavy breathing were the only thing that could be heard now and you weren’t sure you’d be able to stand without your thighs shaking. He pulled out of you slowly as he caught his breath and you could feel his release slowly begin to leak out of you. A few soft pats to your ass and he helped you up and over to your bed, laying you on your back. You began to cover yourself with your sheet as you watched him begin to dress.

You wished he could stay but you both knew he couldn’t. Someday, you hoped he could.

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           “Father, please! I love him!” You sobbed, following after him as he departed from the gardens, tears steadily falling from your cheeks and your breath ragged with fear.

           “No, you are betrothed! I will not have you seeing that man anymore. I am astounded at your behavior.” He answered, pausing at the edge of the garden, expression stern.

           “I won’t see him anymore, I promise. Just don’t make me leave, please!” You struggled to get out, eyes pleading as he shook his head. 

           “You leave at sundown and that is final. I will not hear any more of this. You’re never to see that man again.”

Your father strode off, leaving you at the edge of the garden astounded. Your eyes shut tightly as your body shook with quiet sobs. Shakily inhaling, you angrily wiped the tears from your eyes and when you looked up you saw Sandor standing near the side of the castle, a small distance away. You knew he’d heard the entirety of the conversation, you could see the rage in his eyes at your father’s words.

Tears began to fill your eyes once again, his saddened expression one due to your own reaction to the situation. You paused for a moment, watching him, your eyes locked. You knew he knew, but that didn’t make it hurt any less.

It took everything in you to turn away and make your out of the garden, away from the man you loved.

#my writing #game of thrones #got #the hound #sandor clegane #game of thrones fic #sandor clegane fic #sandor clegane x reader #fluff #smut #angst #house clegane

[helaintoloki]

Everybody Loves Somebody

pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

warnings: slight language, themes of insecurity, angst, pining, slow burn (kinda?), eventual fluff, over 5k words in length

notes: it’s finally finished! this took forever but I swear I put my entire soul into making this as perfect as it could be. I’ve never used this format before in my writing and it was challenging but also super fun so hopefully you guys like it :) (also yes the title and the fic somewhat is inspired by the Dean Martin song)

summary: Thrown into a blind date against his will, Bucky does his best to prepare in the days leading up to Saturday night, a feat that proves to be much more difficult than expected thanks to his neighbor across the hall.

Sunday

Three quick raps on the apartment door force Bucky to kick back the covers and sluggishly rise from his spot on the floor. He’s exhausted, but his recognition of the evenly spaced knocks on the wooden frame has him feeling compelled to answer, and so he does. Too tired to notice the television is still droning on in the background, Bucky idly wraps his discarded blanket around his form to shield his vibranium arm before opening the door to greet the old man standing on the other side.

“Rough night, huh?” Yori greets with a knowing smile.

“Something like that,” he replies with a tired, lopsided grin. “What are you doing here so early?”

“I set you up on a date,” the man says casually, as if setting Bucky up on dates without his knowledge and against his will is a common every day occurrence, and it is. “Saturday evening at six.”

“What— A date? Yori—“

“She’s a nice girl, very pretty. I think you’ll like her.”

“Now hang on a minute,” Bucky tries to interject, but Yori is already halfway down the hall before the super soldier can get another word in.

“You’re meeting her at the Italian place down the street!” Yori calls behind him. “She likes sunflowers!”

The old man’s shouts are sure to have woken up the entire fourth floor by now, but Bucky is too busy trying to process the jumble of information that has been thrust upon him so suddenly and so early in the morning to care. The last date Yori had sent him on had ended in disaster; Bucky wasn’t ready to get back out on the field, a stable relationship wasn’t in the cards for him. Surely no one in their right mind would stick around once they found out the truth about the man, and if they did it would only be a matter of time before the constant nightmares and extra baggage that came with dating the ex-Hydra assassin sent them running for the hills. But Yori meant well, Bucky knew that, and he also knew he owed the man more than he could ever give him in return, so if sitting through another painfully uncomfortable date would make him happy, then Bucky would just have to suck it up, put on the nicest shirt he owned, and charm his way through another awkward dinner.

“Sunflowers,” he grumbles to himself, quietly shutting the door before returning to his spot on the cold hardwood floor.

Monday

Monday mornings are gym mornings, early workouts that start at five and end at seven. He promptly returns to the apartment building at seven thirty, eight if he stops for breakfast, then goes to check the mail before heading back to the comfort of his sheltered apartment. He doesn’t receive much other than grocery coupons and an odd letter from the government every now and then, but he’s been told that a routine is good, it’s healthy, so on Monday mornings at seven thirty—or eight— Bucky pulls out his keys and opens his assigned metal box with a sense of indifference.

It’s eight o’clock on this particular morning, and with a half finished cup of coffee in hand the soldier opens the little metal compartment to find nothing other than stray specks of dust and the tiniest of spiderwebs in the top right corner of the box. It’s a familiar sight, but Bucky has learned not to let it bother him by now. Remember James, it has nothing to do with you, his therapist always said. You have to learn not to take things personally.

“It has nothing to do with me,” Bucky murmurs quietly before finally shutting his mailbox with a sigh. Coffee cup discarded in the nearby trash can, Bucky turns to make his trek towards the elevator only to stop dead in his tracks at the sight of a beautifully familiar face.

Your name is y/n, you live on the fourth floor, and for someone reason you’re always covered in glitter. You’re on your way out the door, art supplies held clumsily in your grasp just begging to jump free from your hold, and despite the rush you seem to be in you still greet the man with a polite smile.

“Good morning,” you chime, honey coated voice filled with warmth and kindness for the stranger. Bucky simply gives you a halfhearted smile in return, watching you walk out the door and wishing he could just muster up the courage to speak to you.

You won the soldier’s heart the day you knocked on his door to drop off a “welcome to the neighborhood” casserole. It had only been his second day in his new apartment, and while he knew some of the other tenants were weary of the mysterious man with the thousand yard stare who had decided to call the building a home, you never once seemed to bat an eye at Bucky or his closed off nature. He had been a little short with you upon your first meeting, his anxiety coming off as annoyance, but still you wore that same kind smile of yours and assured him that if he ever needed anything you’d be happy to help. You were a kind person with a big heart, and Bucky didn’t want to chance snuffing out one of the few lights left in the world, so he let you be. Admiring you from afar was all he let himself have of you, and that was it.

Though, Bucky would be lying if he said you didn’t come across his mind every once in a while. He wondered what you were like, what music you listened to, how you liked your eggs in the morning, if you were an old soul or young at heart, if you’d ever let yourself fall into in the arms of a broken man and help pick up the pieces. It was a pipe dream, but sometimes a friendly smile from you in the morning was enough to get Bucky through an entire day. He hadn’t been with anyone in years, and while he didn’t think he was ready to get back out on the dating scene just yet he knew that if you asked him to he’d take the plunge in a heartbeat. You were an angel, and Bucky would never be able to bring himself to taint you with his touch.

Monday mornings are workout mornings, but they’re also mornings with you.

Tuesday

On Tuesday afternoons Bucky often finds himself in the company of Yori, ensuring the old man stays out of trouble and going out of his way to make sure his newest friend has a nice day out on the town. It isn’t much, and it never will be, but it’s enough for now, at least until Bucky can find the courage to tell the father just what exactly happened to his son on that fateful night. But until then, sushi for lunch will have to do.

He makes his usual trek to the man’s apartment, stomach already beginning to rumble at the prospect of a nice crunch roll, but Bucky’s hunger is soon replaced with nerves at the sight of the woman standing in Yori’s doorway.

You look pretty today, hair haphazardly styled in your rush out the door this morning, colorful stains of dry paint adoring your hands that clutch a bundle of books close to your chest, and a dangly pair of earrings that glint underneath the sunlight pouring through the hallway windows. There’s a smile on your face as you nod along to something Yori says that doesn’t quite register in the soldier’s jumbled thoughts, and the two of you are both too engrossed to notice his lingering presence standing just a few feet away.

“Thank you so much for lending me these. The kids keep me on my toes and I haven’t had any time to settle down with a good book so these were perfect,” you utter gratefully, handing off the pile of poetry books to Yori’s awaiting hands. Names of authors that Bucky doesn’t recognize catch his eye, just as his friend finally catches his presence.

“Of course. I have more if you’re ever interested,” he says before finally addressing the elephant in the hallway. “James, there you are. I was starting to think you wouldn’t make it.”

Bucky stiffens at the sound of his name, heat immediately crawling up his neck as you turn to him with a friendly smile. Clearing his throat, he steps forward and musters up a meager grin in return.

“Like I’d ever miss Tuesday lunch,” he jokes, a nervous chuckle falling past his lips.

“I guess I better get going. Thank you again, Yori,” you chime with a grateful smile. Then, with your attention turned to Bucky, “Have a nice lunch, James.”

“Thank you...” he trails quietly, mentally kicking himself for his stiff demeanor and wishing he could be less pathetic in your presence just once. Just once and he’d die a happy man.

You leave with a polite smile, turning down the hallway and out of Bucky’s grasp once again. Yori elbows his side.

“She’s single, you know.”

“Don’t get ahead of yourself,” Bucky replies with a wry chuckle. “You have me set up with one girl already.”

“Right,” Yori notes thoughtfully with a knowing smile and a mischievous glint in his eyes that Bucky can’t quite decipher. “I think you’re going to have a nice time on your date.”

“We’ll see,” is all he says in reply, your smile the only thing on his mind as the two men head out for the day.

Wednesday

Bucky has grown to love rainy days, days in which he can remain tucked away in the warmth and comfort of his own home with a relaxing mug of hot chocolate in one hand and some piece of pop culture media he has yet to catch up with in the other. Today’s pick is a book titled The Outsiders, and Bucky chooses to sit upon the windowsill to read the novel.

Gentle drops of rain trail down the glass window, pattering soothingly in a way that makes Bucky fear he may fall asleep. He sets the book aside with a tired sigh and glances out the window with his warm cheek pressed against the cool surface; the city is quiet and the streets nearly empty, and this makes it easier to spot you.

It’s almost as if you’ve been popping up out of nowhere lately, but Bucky never seems to mind. Watch from afar, that was the deal he made with himself, so who was he to complain if you made the task easier for him? He could never have you the way he wanted to because he doubted you’d ever want an unstable old man like him, and even if you did he’d be no good for you. He knew girls like you back in his day, girls with stars in their eyes and hearts on their sleeves, girls who’d melt in his arms whenever he so much as smiled at them. And yet you weren’t like any girl he’d ever seen; you were an enigma and he wanted nothing more than to spend all of eternity deciphering the mystery of you. But he couldn’t, because he shouldn’t, so he didn’t.

Despite the gloomy gray skies hanging above you there’s a serene smile on your face as you stop to admire the pots of sunflowers outside the building, reminding Bucky he has to buy some for his date on Saturday. God, he was dreading it. Bucky was sure whatever girl Yori picked for him would be nice enough, but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t sometimes wish it were you he’d be taking out for a night on the town. A guy can dream, right?

You retreat into a nearby coffee shop when the rain begins to fall harder, and as Bucky turns to his own warm drink he finds that the mug is now cold. Book discarded, he rises from his spot on the windowsill and drowsily drags himself into the kitchen for another cup.

For a moment he thinks sunflowers might surely bring about his demise, and the passing thought brings the smallest of smiles to his face. Only time will tell.

Thursday

“How are you feeling about your date on Saturday?”

The woman stares at him expectantly, pristine notepad resting casually in her lap, pen in hand as a warning, eyebrows raised at the man as he stares down contemplatively at the stitching of his leather gloves. What should be a comforting environment instead only seems to put him on edge, and as the seconds tick by on the clock hung crookedly above the doorway her pen only seems to get closer to the blank page below her. Shoulders sagging, Bucky can only offer a small sigh in response.

“I can’t say I feel too great about it,” he finally says, the tension in his shoulders alleviating slightly as she finally puts the pen down.

“And why’s that?” Doctor Raynor prods curiously.

“I just don’t really think I’m all that ready for a relationship. What person wants to be with someone as screwed up as me?”

“The right person will,” Christina comforts. Your smiling face flashes briefly in his mind in response and he shifts in discomfort— the doctor notices. “But I don’t think you’re telling me the full story here, James. I suspect there’s something else that’s holding you back. Or maybe someone.”

“That obvious, huh?” Bucky retorts with a wry smile.

“Who’s the lucky person?”

“Her name’s y/n,” he says, your name falling past his lips in the softest tone Dr. Raynor has ever heard from him before. “I don’t know her all that well, but she lives in my apartment building so I see her around a lot. She’s... she’s really pretty.”

“Well, what is it about y/n that you like?”

Geez, where do I even begin?

“I don’t know,” Bucky shrugs, picking absently at a loose seam on the end of his shirt, “I guess I like how friendly she is. Every time I see her she’s always smiling, she always says good morning to everyone and lends a hand wherever she can. It’s like she goes out of her way to be nice to me, and I’m not really used to that but it’s a nice feeling. The first time I met her she never even flinched, she wasn’t scared like other people usually are, and even when I blew her off she still made it clear that I was welcome and if I needed a friend she’d be there. That’s the kind of person she is.”

“Did you take her up on that offer?” The woman asks, but by the look on her face Bucky is sure she already knows the answer.

“No...”

“James, we’ve talked about this,” Christina says firmly, “you have to stop closing yourself off from the people around you. Making a friend could really help you, especially if this girl is truly as nice as you say she is.”

“She is,” he reiterates firmly, “and that’s why I can’t be her friend.”

The doctor’s brows furrow with piqued interest at his admission, legs shifting underneath her as she gets comfortable in preparation for what will most likely be a heavy confession. “Can you elaborate for me?” She says. Bucky sighs.

“After everything that’s happened, and everything the world has been through, it just gets harder and harder to find some sort of light in the dark. So when you finally do find it, it’s like you have to do everything in your power to make sure it never goes out.”

“So y/n is a light?” Raynor reaffirms.

“For so many people,” Bucky nods, “and if I try to put myself in the picture I’ll only bring her down. There’s no future with me, and she deserves better than that.”

“How do you know that if you never put yourself out there?” The doctor asks softly, silently stunned by the heavy confession Bucky has entrusted her with; it’s the most he’s ever opened up before.

Pieces of the past dart through his mind, and in the midst of all the heartache and the chaos he sees Yori, the one friendship he’s been able to successfully maintain since his period of healing. The memory of the man is pleasant for a moment, until Bucky is reminded of the basis of their friendship and how one single confession will tear down everything they’ve built together. It doesn’t matter what kind of man he is now or how much control he has over his own life, the Winter Soldier will always have the final say, and nothing will ever change that. Finally, he speaks.

“I just do.”

Friday

“Crap.”

The softly uttered curse sounds from across the hallway and alerts Bucky of his struggling neighbor’s presence. Purse slipping off your shoulder and heavy groceries spilling from your arms, you struggle to maneuver your key into the lock of your front door all while the heat of embarrassment engulfs your body in a suffocating hold. You’re not as put together as you usually are, your belongings in disarray and eyes full of exhaustion rivaling that of his own, your usually meticulously picked clothing replaced by joggers and an old college sweatshirt that’s three sizes too big on you, and yet Bucky still finds himself frozen in your presence.

Don’t just stand there, help her you idiot, his mind screams at him, the soldier harshly swallowing down his nerves before taking shaky steps towards you. An orange slips out of the brown paper bag and rolls towards his feet, and Bucky takes it as his in into a conversation.

“Need some help?” He asks with a crooked smile, one that softens at the look of distress clear in your eyes as you meet his gaze.

“That’s the understatement of the year,” you breathe out before offering a meager smile of your own. “Some help would be great, thank you.”

Bucky takes the heavier bags of groceries from your aching arms and returns the orange to its rightful place, allowing you the chance to take your keys and unlock the door. You don’t spare him another glance as you walk in, leaving it open as a silent invitation for him to let himself in. Bucky swallows nervously but wordlessly follows behind; he’s never been in a woman’s apartment before, and the fact that it’s yours makes the experience all the more nerve wracking.

Your apartment is small but personalized, decorated with little knickknacks and houseplants and old family portraits that Bucky does his best not to stare at in fear of being rude, and the vanilla scented candle that burns on the coffee table makes him feel all the more welcome. You drop your purse by the couch with a tired sigh before directing your attention to the man who stands awkwardly in your living room. His hulking figure makes your apartment seem tiny, oddly comforting in a way, but you hold back your giggles and merely guide him to your kitchen.

“You can set them on the counter,” you say with a passive wave before reaching into one of the cabinets for a glass cup. “Can I get you anything to drink?”

“No, thank you,” the man says politely as he settles the heavy bags down on the marble surface; as much as he’d like to sit and spend the evening with you, he can’t stay long, or more like he won’t allow himself to stay long. Your movements are clumsy as you down your glass of water, and Bucky looks away flustered as little droplets begin to escape the corners of your lips and dribble down your neck. “I hope I’m not overstepping by asking this, but are you alright? You seem a bit... flustered.”

“Is it that obvious?” You joke quietly, your smile barely reaching your eyes as you fidget with the sleeves of your sweater.

“I’m sorry,” Bucky begins to say in fear of overstepping, but you merely shake your head in response.

“I’m just a little stressed out. The kids always keep me on my toes, especially now that there’s more of them, and it’s been hard trying to get some of them to readjust.”

“Kids?” He repeats with furrowed brows. He can’t recall ever seeing you with any children, and there’s no sign of any living with you in your apartment. A genuine laugh leaves your lips this time at his response and Bucky tenses uncomfortably. Did he say something wrong?

“I’m a kindergarten teacher,” you explain with a smile, and everything clicks in Bucky’s mind then. That would explain the constant paint stains and trails of glitter left in your wake, the arts and crafts supplies and stacks of drawings you seem to carry with you everywhere. And here he thought your heart couldn’t get any bigger than it already was— were you even real?

“The effects of the blip have been really difficult for them. It’s hard having to come back to school and see that all your old friends are now five grades ahead of you. I know everyone has been impacted in some way by what happened, but it’s harder for the younger ones to understand. I’m doing my best to make the transition back to normalcy easier for them, but some days are harder than others, you know?”

“Sounds rough,” is all Bucky can manage to say, swallowing his emotions back harshly.

“Yeah,” you sigh quietly, rubbing away the clear exhaustion in your eyes, “but I’m trying my best.”

“Sometimes that’s all you can do.”

You smile then, a genuine smile, one that makes Bucky weak in the knees, and suddenly it’s as if all the weight has been lifted off of your shoulders.

“I really needed to hear that,” you utter softly, “thank you.”

“What are neighbors for?” Bucky jokes lamely, but you must like his sense of humor for you let out the quietest of giggles.

“You’re sweet. I like talking with you, but I won’t keep you any longer. I’m sure you’re a busy guy.”

“Not really,” he shrugs with a crooked smile, “I just had some errands to run before tomorrow.”

“What’s tomorrow?” You ask curiously, brows raising with interest as Bucky awkwardly looks down at your hardwood floor.

“I’ve got a date.”

“Huh, no kidding. Me too,” you smile, and in response Bucky’s heart slowly begins to sink to his stomach. Yori had said you were single, but only an idiot would believe that someone like you could stay that way for long. Maybe if he had taken the doctor’s advice sooner he could be the one you’re seeing instead of the lucky guy that beat him to it.

“I should get going... I’ll see you around.”

“Thank you again for the help, and good luck on your date,” you say with an encouraging smile. Bucky swallows harshly in response, a look of longing in his eyes that he hides well with a meager quirk of his lips.

“You too,” he murmurs in response, casting you once last glance before showing himself out. The lock clicks behind him, and Bucky trudges back to his own empty apartment.

Saturday

The dining patio of the Italian restaurant is pleasantly empty, but the quiet stillness does little to help soothe Bucky’s nerves as he waits for the arrival of his date. He probably should have asked Yori what she looked like, what her name was and what she’d be wearing so he’d know what to expect, but the old man had been adamant on keeping the identity of his date a surprise.

“It’ll be better that way,” he had said, “trust me.”

The bouquet of sunflowers sits before him on the table almost tauntingly, their bright colors and sweet scent sending his senses into overdrive. He almost resented them, but then he thought of your smiling face through the window and the tension from his shoulders began to dissipate— if you could be strong and put on a brave face despite all the bad things that had happened in the world, then so could he.

“James?” A meek voice calls quietly, pulling the man from his thoughts. His blue eyes widen in surprise at the sight of the woman standing before him and he swallows anxiously.

“Y/n?” Bucky replies, quickly rising from his seat and cringing at the way in which the legs of the chair scrape harshly across the floor with his sudden movements. Here he thought you couldn’t get any more beautiful, and here you were proving him wrong with your cute little outfit and styled hair and charming smile. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m here for my date,” you explain with a sheepish smile. Bucky deflates— not only would he have to suffer through his own painfully awkward date, but he’d also have to sit and watch you get swept off your feet by someone else all in the same night.

“Oh... well, who’s the lucky guy?”

“That’s the thing,” you say with a nervous laugh, “I think you are.”

“Me?” Bucky repeats flabbergasted. “What do you mean?”

“Well, Yori was the one who said I should try dating again. He thought it would be good for me to spend some time with other adults since I’m always with my students, and when I said I didn’t really know anyone he told me he’d take care of it for me. All he told me was to come to this restaurant Saturday at six and look for the man with sunflowers,” you summarize before gesturing to the bouquet on the table, “and you’re the only one here with sunflowers so...”

A disbelieving laugh leaves Bucky then at the realization, and he isn’t sure whether he should jump for joy or wait for the ground below to swallow him whole. Finally he had a chance to spend time with the girl who had taken over his thoughts and occupied every available space in his heart, and yet he couldn’t help but feel terrified. A date was a big step up from neighborly conversation in your apartment, and all of Bucky’s hopes of developing something more with you were riding on this one date. Yori knew exactly what he was doing by setting the two of you up, and Bucky had no choice but to be grateful for the man who had bestowed upon him the chance to finally win you over.

“If this is too awkward for you we can just skip this whole date—“

“No, it’s not awkward at all,” Bucky is quick to interject. “I mean, this whole thing is certainly a surprise but it’s a good one. It’s an honor to be your blind date.”

He flashes a charming smile that makes you weak in the knees, and he knows then that he’s back in the game— who would have guessed he’d be able to dust off his old moves with such ease? He had to if he wanted any kind of chance at winning you over.

“In that case, why don’t we get out of here? This restaurant is a little stuffy,” you note with a small chuckle, your nerves slowly beginning to dwindle.

“Alright, what do you have in mind?”

The nightlife atmosphere of the plaza square is surprisingly much more comfortable compared to the dining patio, and Bucky considers himself the luckiest man alive to be able to witness firsthand the way your eyes seem to sparkle with the light of the starry sky. A nighttime stroll is right up Bucky’s alley, and you both fall into a comfortable step as you talk about whatever topic seems to come to mind. You speak of your students, about how much their smiling little faces have helped you get through the toughest times, how there’s a stray cat who calls the dumpsters behind your apartment building a home and waits for your arrival on trash days because you always bring the feline a special treat. Alpine, you had named it, and Bucky adored that greatly.

The details are vague but you enjoy the stories he tells you of his childhood and the way his whole face seems to light up at the mere mention of his mother and sister; that look dwindles slightly when he speaks of his old best friend, but you pretend not to notice. As a younger man Bucky worked at the docks before serving time in the army, though he fails to mention where he’d been stationed, and now he works for the government. You feel almost giddy to be learning so much about the man you once believed would rather prefer solitude over your company, and as the night drags on and the conversation begins to dwindle you almost wish you could reverse the clock and do it all over again.

“Thank you,” Bucky says after a moment of silence, prompting you to halt your steps and raise a brow curiously at your counterpart.

"What for?"

“Taking a chance on a guy like me,” he smiles faintly while offering you a sheepish shrug of his shoulders. “I haven’t really done anything like this in a while, and the idea of putting myself back out there scared me shitless, but you just make things so much easier. I guess what I’m trying to say is when I’m with you everything comes naturally, and I really appreciate that.”

“Oh,” you utter softly, a sheepish smile of your own gracing your lips as you turn away to admire the scenery around you. It isn’t until now that you notice you’ve stopped before the fountain, the arches of water flowing overhead illuminated by the fluorescent lights below them. A nervous fluttering occupies your stomach and when you finally meet Bucky’s gaze you feel as if nothing else in the entire world mattress other than the two of you in this moment. “Well, if it makes you feel any better I’m kind of in the same boat, so that just means we can figure this out as we go. Together.”

“I like that,” Bucky affirms with a nod, a look that can only be described as lovestruck taking over his features. Nerves overcome you then as you clutch your bouquet of flowers to your chest, heart thrumming rapidly in your rib cage as Bucky steps closer. The glove that had once shielded his right hand from the cold is now missing as he gently cups your cheek and encompasses you with his warmth. His palm is calloused and rough but comforting all the same, and it takes everything in your power not to melt like putty in his grasp.

“Is this okay?” He murmurs quietly as if raising his voice any higher will ruin the moment.

“Yeah,” you breathe shakily, swallowing back your nerves, “it’s okay.”

Your softly uttered words of confirmation are all Bucky needs to hear before dipping down and gently brushing his lips against your own. His movements are hesitant for only a moment, and it is only once he’s sure you are comfortable and secure that he moves in for more. Your lips are soft against his own, plush and warm and so sweet, and as your eyes begin to flutter shut and the forgotten sunflowers slip out of your grasp you drape your arms securely across his shoulders at the same moment in which his left hand joins his right in cupping your face as if you were a precious jewel in need of the upmost care.

Nothing exists when you are in each other’s arms, you are safe and sound in your own little world, and as you part to take a breath Bucky realizes then that one kiss is all he needs to know that you are the one he’s been waiting for all his life.

And by god, if you aren’t more than worth the wait.

#this took me an entire month to write dear god #bucky barnes #james barnes #winter soldier #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes imagine #james barnes x reader #bucky #bucky x reader #bucky imagine #the falcon and the winter soldier #tfatws #tfatws x reader #tfatws imagine #marvel #mcu #mcu x reader #mcu imagine #angst #sort of a slow burn but not really #pining

[circus4apsycho8]

more than a hug. | the batter x reader

Fandom: OFF

Pairing: The Batter x Reader

Warnings: jealousy, cussing

It was no surprise to you that the Elsen were very cuddly creatures. Not only that, but they were very squishy, too. You absolutely loved hugging the cute little guys! Who wouldn’t? They were warm, soft, and sweet.

The first time you had hugged an Elsen was after Dedan had finished yelling at the one. You and your beloved Batter had stepped out of the barn before you found yourself rushing over to the pitiful thing. How could you not? The poor guy looked like he was about to cry.

You were quick to scoop him into your arms. “Hush now. He’s just a mean old man. You did nothing wrong.”

He accepted your hug and buried his face into the crook of your neck. You hear him sniffle a little bit. “Th-thank you…hhh…you’re too kind.”

“You’re welcome,” you mumbled, hugging him a little tighter. You heard your Puppet awkwardly shuffle around, causing a deep chuckle to emanate from your chest. A few seconds later, you set him down onto the ground. The little Elsen had a slight blush on his cheeks.

“Miss, th-thank you and your…uh…friend here for purifying the barns. Even if it didn’t get noticed by the Inspector, we appreciate it…” he teeters off when he notices Batter glaring at him. You smack the Batter’s shoulder and smile down at the Elsen.

“You’re very welcome! Take care of yourself, alright? I think it’s about time we got a move on.” Batter remains silent as you bid the Elsen goodbye.

“I will! Good luck with…whatever you’re doing!” the Elsen wishes before the Batter grabs your hand and drags you behind him.

“Thank you!” you yell, waving at him before turning back to your Puppet.

“Dude, chill. You can let me go now,” you comment. He reluctantly releases his grip on you.

“What was that about?” he demands, looking anywhere but at you.

“He was about to cry, Batter! He was scared! I couldn’t just leave him like that!” you retort, rolling your eyes.

“He would have gotten over it.”

You sigh. “Sometimes a little kindness goes a long way, Batter.”

…

The second time you were cuddly with an Elsen is when you and Batter got stuck in the shopping mall maze. Batter was getting extremely frustrated and you just wanted to get the hell out of that blue hellhole.

So, when you and Batter found a lone Elsen who had claimed to be lost, you declared it was time to take a break.

“I’m lost,” the Elsen said, “I could make a fire with the boxes...to ward off the ghosts...but...that would be too dangerous.”

You immediately began to answer, but Batter pulled you back outside for a moment.

“Don’t answer him.”

You roll your eyes, growing annoyed. He couldn’t just boss you around like that. “He’s lost, Batter. We need to help him get out of here!”

“He can find his way out by himself.”

“Batter. He’s scared. Can’t we bring him with us? It’s only temporary. I can do all the talking, too!” you push, trying to decipher how he’s feeling. Batter frowns at your words, and not for the first time, you wish you could see his eyes. “He might attract a Spectre.”

And it was then and there you knew there was something else wrong. Throughout all of your travels, Batter had strived to attract Spectres so he could Purify them. Hell, he’d even shouted out to them in the smoke mines! So why was he so worried about attracting them now? Especially since they were much weaker here, too?

“Since when are you worried about attracting Spectres?” you grill, folding your arms and narrowing your eyes.

He doesn’t answer for a moment, clearly caught off guard. Shaking your head, you look back up at him. “Look, what’s up with you, man? This isn’t like you.”

“I don’t want him to come with us,” he answers. You don’t buy it, but at the same time you know he’s not going to crack just yet.

With a sigh, you say: “I don’t think that’s all, but I know you won’t tell me. Can’t he just come with us? Who knows, he might be of help!”

He remains silent for a few more moments, then: “Fine.”

You grin before darting back into the room. The Elsen looks up at you hopefully.

“Come on, we can help you get out,” you coo, smiling.

“Wh-what about the ghosts?” he asks.

“We can protect you from them. Trust me,” you answer before offering your hand to him. He takes it gratefully before you pull him up.

“Thank you very much, ma’am,” he replies. You hear the Batter scoff quietly from behind you.

“You’re welcome,” you respond.

“Let’s go,” comes Batter’s voice as he nearly stomps out of the room. You roll your ryes. So much for taking a break.

“Ignore him. He’s always grumpy,” you inform, taking his small hand and pulling him behind you.

…

During your trek through the exasperating maze, you noticed Batter was considerably quieter and tenser. Eventually, you had decided that he would tell you about whatever was bothering whenever it suited him. He seemed to be angry too, if the way he was taking out whatever monstrosity showed itself. It was almost like he didn’t want to listen to you but did anyway. His stubbornness grew to the point where you just allowed him to do whatever he wanted with the battles, so you could comfort the Elsen.

And when, finally, you five reached the Judge, the Elsen quickly thanked you and scampered off while Batter spoke to the Judge. You waved at the unfortunate Elsen before turning back to the conversation at hand.

“Is not this publicity so effective and efficient whilst defying the basics of consumer marketing?” the Judge says once he sees you. The two of them are facing some kind of advertisement painted on the wall.

“For silkier hair: the meat fountains of Alma,” Batter reads, clearly unamused.

“Oh, you can read? Anyway, I am glad to have found you. Maybe you can help me unravel the mystery that fate has placed before me,” the Judge comments. He glances up at you and smiles before trotting over to you. You sit down cross-legged against the wall before he crawls onto your lap. Smiling, you pet his soft fur.

“It turns out that my brother has been living in this area for many years. He has a special affinity for colors of the cool kind. Unfortunately, I have so far failed to cross his path. I have tried to betake myself to the roof of the library, where he resides. However, I found the door closed. Even the long hours of intensive, repeated meowing and compulsive scratching did not do a thing.”

“Aw, I’m sorry Judge. Is there anything we can do to help?” you question, scratching him behind his ear. He mewls in response, flipping over onto his back in a silent request for tummy rubs.

“My request is as follows: if at the bend of a corridor you happen to see Valerie, give him my greetings.”

You nod. “Will do.”

“Okay,” The Batter agrees. “Puppeteer, I’m going to go speak to Zacharie for a moment. Do you mind waiting here while I do so?”

You’re mildly surprised, but you agree anyway. “Uh, no, go ahead.”

“Thank you.” He saunters away, trusty bat in hand with Alpha and Omega following him.

You blink. “That was weird.”

“Eccentric of the Batter indeed,” agrees The Judge, “what do you think is amiss?”

“He’s been acting very…out of character lately,” you muse, “I’m not entirely sure what’s going on.” Is he mad at you? Should you be doing something differently? If so, then why isn’t he just talking to you about it? “I wonder if he’s mad at me.”

“I highly doubt that. Your beloved Puppet could never be angry with you for long,” The Judge responds.

You shake your head, causing the Judge to glance up at you. “I don’t know, Judge. If I did something wrong, he just…he needs to speak up. I guess I should ask him about that, huh?”

The Judge nods. “If you truly believe so, then communication is the sole solution.”

“Alright, then,” you sigh, sifting your fingers through his soft fur.

A few minutes later, Batter reappears in the room, the Add Ons at his side. It was then you realized he didn’t buy anything because you were the one holding the credits.

“You good?” you question as the Judge reluctantly slides off of your lap.

“Yes. We should go,” he answers, although you catch a glimpse of his cheeks, which are…wait, is he blushing? You wonder what the odd merchant had said this time around.

Before you left, however, you approached the masked merchant standing idly behind the counter.

“Ah, buenos dias, dearest Puppeteer. How could I be of assistance?”

“Could I see what you have on you?” you ask. He chuckles.

“Of course, belle femme,” he replies, showing you his wares. You’d grown used to the odd nicknames he gave you.

You ended buying a few Fortune Tickets and some meat, placing all purchased items in your inventory before bidding Zacharie goodbye. Before you can move away, however, the merchant catches your hand in his. You freeze, watching as he lifts his mask ever-so-slightly before he brings the back of your hand to his lips.

“It’s always a pleasure to serve this little ragtag team of yours. Sois prudente, jolie fille.” Releasing your hand, he chuckles at your shocked expression, smirking as he glances at your stunned Puppet.

“Th-thank you,” you stutter before Batter places his hand behind your back and pushes you out of the door.

Once you’re outside, you blink a few times before you’re able to speak again. “Dude. What. The. Fuck?”

Batter shakes his head, probably both at your choice of language and recent events. “Language. I don’t know why he’s…” he sighs.

“He’s so weird. Wait…aren’t you fluent in French? What did he say?” you question.

Batter huffs. “The first nickname was ‘beautiful woman’. The second one was ‘Be safe, pretty girl’.”

Your cheeks grow even redder upon hearing the translation. “W-what? Really?”

He nods, remaining silent as the two of you continue to the park.

“Puppeteer…” he starts, voice soft.

“Yeah?” you ask, looking up at him. He avoids your gaze blatantly.

“I…” he trails off before continuing, “I think we should rest in Zone 0 before going to the park.”

You nod, the exhaustion of getting through the maze catching up with you. “Agreed.”

…

Once you two have reached the abandoned Zone, Batter hurriedly guides you past Zacharie, despite his greeting, and ushers to the upper levels.

“Which floor would you like to stay on?” he questions.

“Here’s fine,” you respond, sliding onto the floor. He hesitates before sitting next to you and dropping his bat onto the floor. You lean your head on his shoulder, causing him to tense up a bit before relaxing.

You hear him sigh again. “I’ve upset you, haven’t I?” His voice sounds uncharacteristically sullen for a man as stoic as he usually is.

“Kind of. I just wish you would talk to me. What’s going on with you, Batter? You’ve been acting weird lately.”

He heaves yet another sigh as you straighten your neck and shift. Batter looks up at you while you move. You end up straddling him with your hands on his shoulders. He stiffens at your gentle touches. From this angle, you can finally see his eyes.

You can’t tell exactly what color his eyes are, so you reach up before grasping the brim of his hat. He catches your wrist gently before you can pull it off all the way.

“Do you mind?” you whisper. “I really want to see your eyes.”

His grip on your wrist loosens before he removes it completely. “Go ahead.”

You smile at him in a silent thank-you before you remove it.

His eyes are a pretty shade of amber. They hold a kind of exhaustion that could only be obtained by fighting for something one couldn’t accomplish.

“Your eyes are beautiful,” you comment, smiling, “why didn’t you want me to see them?”

He bites his lip for a moment before looking away. “I am not entirely sure. I guess I just…don’t want you to see my…my real ones.”

“Your real ones?” you question, tilting your head slightly.

“Yes,” he confirms, placing a hand on your cheek. “I don’t want to scare you.”

“You won’t, Batter. Will you show me, please?” you ask, enjoying the feeling of his hands.

“Very well,” he says, “will you close your eyes for a moment?”

You obey quietly, pressing a hand against his. His hands are much bigger than yours as well as drier and calloused from using his bat so much.

“You may open your eyes now.”

Upon opening them, you find that his amber orbs have been replaced with four eyes. The irises are a deep shade of burgundy while the rest of the eye is a pretty crimson color.

“Whoa,” you breathe, removing your hand in order to trace the skin around his eyes. Even though it’s definitely unnatural for a human, he still looks handsome. “Those are even cooler!”

“You think so?” he questions, still unsure.

“Yes. I mean…I’ve never met anyone with red eyes before. I…I think they look even better than your other ones,” you confess, smiling shyly at him.

He studies your face for a moment before a teensy little smile lights up his face. “Thank you, Puppeteer. Thank you.”

You chuckle. “That’s what you get for having a pretty face. Now,” you lean back a little. “What’s been going on with you?”

His little blush is back, which almost makes you giggle. “Well…it has to do with what I talked to Zacharie about earlier.”

“Oh?”

“Yes. I…whenever I saw you hugging the Elsen or just…being affectionate with someone else, it made me angry. I wasn’t sure what exactly why I was; after all, you were just trying to be comforting. I knew Zacharie would have an answer, and he did. He informed me that…I should tell you. I wasn’t sure how. Eventually, he told me that…I was…jealous.”

You chuckle. “If you wanted a hug you should’ve just asked,” you respond, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling yourself to him. Burying your face into the crook of his neck, you smile as you feel him return it with a relieved smile. He loosely wraps his strong arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

You note that he smells like…bubblegum? Not just any bubblegum, but the kind that’s sort of stringy? Like the baseball gum. You chuckle, inhaling his scent.

Suddenly, he slides his hands up to your neck and he gently pushes you back a little bit, rubbing the tips of his thumbs over your jawline. You move your hands to his chest, right over his heart. It steadily beat beneath your fingertips. After that, your gaze sinks down to see his lips: they’re dry and chapped, but still so, so kissable.

The Batter releases a grunt before he pulls you forward, and your lips collide. He’s gentle and slow at first, testing the waters. When the two of you break apart for a moment, you go in for another one again; this time around, it gets a little more heated.

His hands slide back down to your waist, where he pulls your torso to his. You find your hands tangled in his ivory white hair. You feel him running his hands along your curves, to the small of your back, then retreating to your waist again.

You’re pulled back by the need for air. As you gaze into his red eyes, you recollect just why you love this man. He had protected you, tried to help you when no one else would. Even when he did get a little snappy, it was because he wasn’t exactly sure what to make of both the situation and his own feelings. It was there when you were looking at him, you realized he felt the same way.

He breathes your name, brushing a hand against your cheek again. You can tell he’s at a lost for words.

“I had a feeling you wanted more than a hug.”

#off #the batter x reader #off by mortis ghost #zacharie off #oneshot #reader insert

[bakugohoex]

“you’d better be quiet if you don’t want to get caught”

pairing: kento nanami x female reader

cw: fluff, language, established relationship and nsfw (kissing, fingering, creampie, unprotected sex, degradation, praise, bites and marking, dacryphillia, dumbification, begging, scratching, nipple play, finger sucking, wrist grabbing)

word count: 2200+

information: the great conjunction collab masterlist by @suna-reversed​

a/n: this was v fun to write, hope you guys like this, hopefully i got nanami’s characterisation right

summary: in which after a long mission all you can think about is being with nanami, when you finally get some alone time it seems like a spare room is the best place for your little escapade

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He groaned as he rubbed his eyes, the mission had been a long one but successful. You had gone to get checked up as Nanami went to the bathroom, he leaned his head against the wall looking to his side where the mirror was. Eyes fixated on his ripped blue shirt and cold eyes, he was tired, with the risk of your near injury he was glad you had gotten out without more than a scratch on you.

He walked out as he started the trek to where you were, it was better for the both of you two to head home before it got too dark, and traffic would become a nightmare for the blond. He walked past where the teacher dorms were, he never cared to visit any of their rooms. Seeing no need as he never visited Jujutsu High often and if he did it was if Gojo had somehow dragged him to the place.

Feeling a hand grab his wrist, he turned to see a familiar figure, “y/n?” He questioned before being dragged into a room, he was about to speak when you put a finger on his lips.

“I missed you.” You whispered, the two of you had become separated whilst on the mission and the fact that he was right in front of you, right in your grasp to take. All pretty as he held his tie and suit jacket in his hands, how could you not resist the way he looked.

He raised an eyebrow as you stared at his lips, “miss me enough that you couldn’t wait till we got home?”

“Nope.” You muttered as you grabbed a hold of his lapels hoping to bring him down, you wanted to devour him in a second.

He rolled his eyes before putting his jacket and tie on the chair before grabbing your face in his hands. His lips meshed into your own as you felt nothing but pure lust for him, he saw the bandage around your arm hoping that the next activity you were about to go through wouldn’t be too strenuous on your muscles.

Pushing you backwards as he remained kissing you, he assumed the room to be a spare one. Almost glad nobody occupied the room as it would make being caught an awkward situation. At the least the two of you could have some time for yourself, sex had been put off for the past week after the planning of a case that had occurred an hour away. With it finally being done the sexual tension between the two of you could finally be accomplished.

“Please Kento…I need you…” You whispered as you felt the bed behind you, he licked his lips as he couldn’t help but stare at how pretty you looked pleading for him.

He gave a soft smile as he replied, “I’ll give you everything you want darling.”

You felt his hands move to your shoulders, pushing you back on the bed as you felt his hands move down to your sides, one of his legs kneeled between your legs as the other spread them apart. He watched you squirm as he grabbed your wrists in one of his hands, “hurry up Ken…”

His interruption of his other hand moving to your chest, he undid the buttons of your shirt as it slipped off your body. The way his fingers skimmed past each curve of your breasts, his fingers working nimbly across your hard tit. “You’d better be quiet if you don’t want to get caught,” his comment was serious knowing that others were still awake and that when you whined it was loudly. “That means no whining either.”

Even if it had been a while since the two of you had had sex, your boyfriend never seemed to have a high sex drive. But when sex did occur for the two of you, it was always as passionate as ever and led to you unable to walk for a day.

You shut your mouth watching as his tongue circled your nipples, the way saliva dripped from your nipple to his mouth. His hand remained tight against your wrists pulling them towards the top of your head.

His other hand seemed to be moving down towards your trousers, waiting to unbutton them and take them off your body. But instead you watched him undo his shirt buttons with one hand, it was a skill and it more than emphasised the fact Nanami was good with his fingers.

His shirt fell from his body as he slipped it off, his hand moving to your wrist as he took the other sleeve off. You always loved his toned body, the way his body looked perfect to you, even with the occasional scars that littered his body. It was always going to be perfect for you, and it was all yours.

His hand moved to his hair, bringing his fingers into his hair leaving a blond mess on top of his head. Occasional strands moving to his forehead as he undid your trousers, feeling the way you cunt was already dripping for him. “Your stupid cunt is already wet for me, pathetic.”

The way your underwear dampened more proved just how turned you on with his words, he raised his eyebrow before moving his finger past your clit through your underwear. He could already feel the slick that you held in your cunt and couldn’t wait to fuck it out of you. “Kento…”

You whined once more, “what did I say? Sweetheart? No…” He put one finger past your underwear and into your cunt, “fucking…” as he brought his first finger out he inserted another as he thrusted into you “whining…” at his last word a third finger was added to your cunt.

You gave a loud moan as you back arched to fit the three of his fingers inside your cunt, he didn’t want to finger you, much rather having you cum on his cock. But the way you could only move through your body riled him up, your wrists still unable to move as your legs stayed parted with his own. A perfect sight to ruin, his fingers remained pumping back and forth and your underwear had been dragged down to one of your ankles.

“Beg!” It was a command as he stopped pumping, licking his fingers as he was able to taste your slick.

You stared up at him, watching his hands move away from your wrists, his fingers undoing his trousers as he was ready to have his way with you. “Plea…please I need you…I need you in me…Kento…”

Tears filled your eyes as your cunt felt swollen from the impact of three fingers, the way your nipples were puffed after his mouth had played with them. You were about to get to your knees, go straight for his boxers. But as he took his place back between your legs, you stayed lying on your back, “more.”

His words were short as he grabbed your wrists once more, bringing it right on top of your head. His other hand moved to the side of your face as he kneeled in front, his body staying right on top as you could feel his hardened cock brush against your clit. He moved down as his mouth went on top of your own, you were about to kiss him when he spoke, “I told you to beg.”

“Please, I’…I’ll do anything…for you…” Your voice and breath fanned his mouth as he kissed you once more. His tongue gliding against your own as he carried his body with one hand and his knee, you really did look prettying begging for him.

He let go of your hands as he pulled his boxers down, his cock instantly gliding against your clit as you gave a moan. Your hands moved to his hair and back, already gripping onto him, as you wrapped your legs around his waist. “Stupid girl,” he whispered softly as he kissed your neck, inserting his cock into your cunt. The instant he felt your cunt engulph him, he let out a groan onto your neck, “my…stupid girl.”

He paced himself as he thrusted into you, each time going further back, wanting to hit the back of your cervix within a couple of thrusts. “Kento.” You moaned loudly as you grabbed the back of his hair, the way strands fell between your fingers. His mouth moved to your collar as he began leaving marks across your collarbone, his hand had found itself playing with your nipples as you moaned his name multiple times.

He couldn’t lie and say he wasn’t obsessed with hearing you moan his name; it was the only name you’d ever be moaning. He was the only man who’d ever fuck you stupid, go so deep into you that you lose your form of speech. “Ke….” Each thrust led to less and less words coming from your voice until it was gargles of “more” and “please”. Which anybody who was listening probably couldn’t understand, Nanami knew though, he knew what his girl was saying, what she wanted.

“I’ll give you…more.” He groaned as his thrusts became rapid, your nails trailing down his back leaving distinctive marks across his skin. His hair a mess from all your pulling and worst of all the way you had become fragile under his body.

At each thrust another loose word came out that was not understandable, the way you whined and moaned incoherently. Begged and sobbed as his cock hit the back of your cervix at each thrust, until you finally spoke a word clearly, “c…cum.”

He gave out a smirk as he moved his lips up your neck to your jaw and finally to your mouth. Kissing you softly, a sigh for you to cum for him, that he wanted to fuck you through all your cum. The coil in your stomach slipped away as white cum gushed out, becoming trapped with his cock as he used it as lube to continue fucking into you. Your moans quietened down as his groans engulphed the room, “fuck….”

You kissed him, his tongue remaining in your mouth and saliva and your previous slick was still a taste you felt in your mouth. “Fuck…Y/n…” He felt his own cum gush out as your cunt filled with both of your cums, the way you dropped the cum out onto the bed as he got out of you, collapsing beside you.

“Still all dumb for me.” He muttered as his arms moved to your body, he would clean up later, wanting to rest with you for at least 10 minutes.

You looked at him with dry tears down your face, the way his eyes looked at you softly. The way you turned to your side, cum still dripping from your cunt. Both of you not caring as you felt him wrap his arms around you, “n…no.” You barely formed a feeling partially out of it from the high of cumming and being filled with Nanami.

“You did good darling.” He kissed your forehead as he dragged the blanket on top of the two of you as you snuggled closer to his naked body.

He had expected at least 10 minutes before you got up to get changed, you both would probably end up spending the night at the school. But you both knew you weren’t sleeping in cum filled sheets, the way your body was littered with bite and marks and his own with scratches could be seen as near sadistic.

“What the fuck?” Both you and Nanami whipped your head to the door, it was open, and a white-haired man stood there. “You both couldn’t wait till you got home, you guys fucked in my room.”

“What?” Nanami muttered, Gojo turned the light on as he walked in, glad that the two of you were covered. As soon as the light flickered open the two of you saw how the room was most definitely Gojo’s and how with the littered posters and clothes that he wore. You both had most definitely not fucked in a spare room.

“I am so sorry.” You muttered to Gojo as you tried to look up at him over Nanami’s shoulder.

Gojo rolled his eyes as he stared at you both, “is he good at least?”

“Get out.” Nanami commanded as soon as he heard the comment.

“Does that mean he’s shit, Y/n?” Gojo chuckled as he saw Nanami’s face become pissed off in a matter of seconds, “don’t worry I’ll leave you love birds.” As he closed the door his face whipped to the side as you and Nanami both watched the crazed man, “he’s shit.”

Gojo had mouthed the words to you as you chuckled, Nanami had been ready to throw a pillow at the man but Gojo swiftly left you chuckled at how the room seemed brighter with the light on. “We’re leaving,” he had gotten up grabbing his boxers as he slipped them on.

“Why Kento?” You whined as you just wanted to sleep, all Nanami could see was Gojo’s infatuation with actresses and models he could barely recognise. The man whore, Nanami looked down at the bed seeing how pretty you looked sprawled on the bed.

You chuckled as he went over to close the light and collapsed once more beside you. “I hate both of you.”

“No you don’t now come here.” You chuckled once more as he moved closer, feeling your bare body pressed against him, he watched you move on top of his chest, cuddling right into his form. “I love you.”

He kissed the top of your head before replying, “I love you too.”

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