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honeydazai · 2 years ago

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୨୧·࣭࣪̇˖ 𝆬 pregnancy headcanons𝆬 𓏸

feat.: Dazai, Chūya, Fukuzawa, Fyodor, Poe, Nikolai, Sigma, Jōno, Fukuchi

content: f!reader, pregnancy and related symptoms, soft....

If you truly believe that DAZAI is anything but awfully flirty during your pregnancy, you're wrong. He constantly mentions just how gorgeous and breathtaking — or, in certain situations, outright hot — you look, making sure that you never have any reason at all to feel insecure about yourself, even if you gain quite a lot of weight. Like he cares; he's fond of all women, after all, but especially you, and, in his eyes, it's impossible for you to be anything but beautiful.

That also means, though, that he won't keep his hands off you, constantly fondling your now larger chest, your hips and stomach and everywhere he can reach, really. Deep down, he doubts he'll make for a good father, though he's determined to try his best for the sake of your small family. This includes shedding his usual lazy attitude and helping you with household chores, as well as laying off the alcohol, hopefully.

“You're terrible, bella. Honestly awful — how am I supposed to get any of those papers done when you're next to me, looking this irresistible? It's like you're trying to set me up for failure. Ah—, but I'm sure Kunikida will understand if I take a small break, hm? Get over here, darling.”

CHŪYA suddenly spoils you even more than he did before the announcement of your pregnancy, though, really, he's just awfully overjoyed. The thought of actually getting a child with you, a true family, still seems surreal to him, like a situation out of a dream rather than something that can happen in reality and, for a moment, he wonders whether he's deserving of something this wonderful. Unfortunately, he's rather busy, but, naturally, he makes as much time to be with you as somehow possible, rolling his eyes at Mori whenever another oh so “urgent mission” comes up.

To make up for him occasionally not being home, you get Kōyō, as well as Higuchi, Gin, Hirotsu and Tachihara who make sure to constantly keep an eye on you. Even if you're simply going out to get some ice cream, one of them accompanies you — and, luckily, they make for surprisingly great friends. While Chūya's life style, being a dangerous ability user who works for the Port Mafia, isn't the safest, he's fairly content that he'll be able to protect you and your child from any harm whatsoever — he'd give his life for yours, after all.

“Hm? I'm not mad. I just—, not at you, at least. I wanted to take ya out on a proper nice date tomorrow, made a reservation and everything, though the Boss just assigned me some apparently important mission. Yeah, I know. Sorry, sweetheart. I'll make it up to you, yeah? Ah, it's already paid for, though. You can take Kōyō or Gin, if you like. They should be free tomorrow. Sorry. I love you.”

FUKUZAWA never felt for anyone as strongly before as he now does for you, meaning he never imagined himself to eventually grow old surrounded by a loving family, with a partner and a child, even. It sounds too perfect to be true, not like a situation that'd fit into his current life, and yet he finds himself overjoyed after overcoming the initial disbelief, his smile dripping with love, with affection as he gently meets your lips in a kiss, arms immediately curling around your body to hug you close.

During the pregnancy, he's all the more protective of you, unwilling to ever leave your side. If things went his way, you'd accompany him to the Agency's office in the morning and would leave in the evening together with him, though he admits that he sees why that might be a tad boring. He simply aches to keep an eye on you, worried about what might happen to you when he's not around, though several Agency members assure him that they, too, will keep an eye on you.

“I'm afraid I can't accompany you today, dear. I'm sorry. An urgent meeting came up, but I'm sure Kunikida or Yosano would join you. Alright? We'll go there together next time. Just— be safe, yes? I trust you're in good hands. Still, don't hesitate to call me if anything happens.”

You best believe that FYODOR has made sure to inform himself as much as humanly possible about pregnancies the moment you announced that the multiple tests you did are positive. While he's the slightest bit strict when it comes to topics such as what you should and shouldn't consume, as well as anything else related to the yours and baby's health, he naturally makes sure to completely indulge most of your cravings, too — when you're the one to bring new life into this world, who is he to forbid you from having another pastry or a second bowl of ice cream?

He's so very gentle in everything he does, carefully caressing your stomach before cupping your cheek and pressing a soft kiss to your lips, his smile warm, like he can't believe his hands, tainted ones, are allowed to hold something this pure, this holy. It's safe to say that you've always had multiple security guards hovering around you to ensure your safety, though, now, Ivan makes sure to tend to your every need, too, often bringing you the meal you're aching for or even trying out silly yoga techniques for relaxation with you.

“Ah, now—, careful, dear. Allow me to get that for you instead — you should call for Ivan when I am not around. You mustn't overexert yourself. I would hate for you to hurt yourself. Simply sit back and relax, will you? .. Please, for the sake of us, of our family. It won't matter in the long run whether you or someone else got a snack for you, but it will matter if you climb atop a shelf, fall and hurt yourself gravely. Yes?”

POE honestly does not quite believe his ears when you first mention you're pregnant. When you end up showing him the positive test, however, his smile is blinding, the most sincere one he's had in what feels like ages. He, unfortunately, is the type to worry; while he's still more than delighted, he's almost tempted to create a pocket dimension in a book for you where you'd be safe and cared for, though he has to stop himself from doing just that. It'd be a little overbearing.

Given how he's more than wealthy, you don't have to worry about anything at all. Whatever you crave, it's yours immediately — as fast as premium online shipping works, that is —, whether it's new clothing to accommodate your changing body, furniture for the child's room, certain snacks only available in a foreign country; anything, really. He also makes sure to constantly check in on how you're feeling, asking multiple times every few hours and, when he's not home for whatever reason, he leaves you a surprisingly large amount of text messages, telling you to call him immediately if anything feels.. odd.

“Are you experiencing anything like cramps? Nausea, perhaps? No? That's a relief. Ah, I just—, that's merely what it said on the Internet, symptoms that could happen. I'm relieved if you truly are alright for now.”

Usually, NIKOLAI is a force to be dealt with. He's unpredictable, mood changing quickly, his smirk wide and his eyes sharp, though, once you tell him you're pregnant, he's surprisingly gentle in the way his hands move to rest on your stomach, his revealed eye sparkling with joy as he coos at the barely visible bump as if the baby is able to hear him. He keeps carefully running for once bare hands over the stretched skin, telling the child stories and that you're both excited to meet it; anything that comes to mind, really.

If you get odd food cravings during the pregnancy, he's not afraid to supply you with whatever you want, as well as to try them out with you. Perhaps ice cream with hot sauce and pickles will be a new family dessert; he's anything but scared of new possibilities.

“Ah, what are you having, doll? Allow me to try, please? Hm? I'm not stealing from you; now, now, don't be mean—, alright, alright. I admit defeat. At least let me say hi to our sweetheart then, yes?”

The moment SIGMA learns that you're expecting a child, his child, he's ecstatic. He'll make sure you have everything you might want or need, ranging from all kinds of different snacks you could possibly crave to a personal masseuse if you're feeling sore. The more your bump starts to show, the more often he can't help but rest his hands on your stomach, gently caressing, or even pressing soft kisses to it. There's nothing that gets to him more than the idea of having a family with you.

Despite his initial joy, he's another one who's prone to worrying and overthinking, his warm smile making way for a deep frown when he knows you're not looking. He borders on overprotective with how much he keeps an eye on you, even more so than usual, given how, now, he has two loved ones to protect, not just one anymore and, oh, he's admittedly stressed, constantly thinking that something might happen to you, to the baby.

“How are you feeling, love? Is everything alright? Promise you'll tell me if you feel anything odd, yes? I'm not worried. I just don't wish for anything to happen to you or the baby. Alright, I'm admittedly the slightest bit worried, but I really can't help it. I love you, after all.”

JŌNO honestly never expected to ever have a child of his own in the first place, meaning that the knowledge of you being pregnant is something he needs to process for a bit first. Nonetheless, he's happy, of course. How could he not be? It's an odd thought, one he'll have to get used to first, but, in general, it's a pleasant one. Naturally, his job comes with some dangers for you and your future

He's protective by nature, having found pleasure in saving people rather than torturing them, and you're no exception. Seeing you smile, knowing that you feel safe with him is the best feeling he could ever ask for, though his desire to protect you from all harm quickly gets overwhelming. It's less harm from outsiders he fears — he deals quickly and efficiently with criminals, thank you very much —, but more you harming yourself, perhaps by tripping and falling when he's not around, resulting in him preferring to take every little task out of your hands. Oh, well.

“My, my, stay seated, dear. I'll handle this. Hm? I'm not treating you like you're fragile. I know you're not sick, merely pregnant; you mention it often enough. Still, is it so wrong for me to care for you? Yes, that's what I thought.”

FUKUCHI is a busy man. Really, being a war hero and the Hunting Dogs Captain — as well as Kamui, but perhaps that's not something for you to know about —, you'd expect him to be busy with work even while you're pregnant with his child, though that's far from reality. Instead of prioritising work and his reputation, he makes sure to come to every doctor's appointment with you, constantly by your side, and spends as much time as possible at home with you, one hand of his ever so often resting on your stomach, even when the bump is barely visible.

He claims he's able to feel the child's heartbeat already — whether that's true does not seem to matter, not when he's busy peppering your skin in kisses, smile never leaving his face as he wonders aloud whether it'll be a girl or a boy, what their name should be and if their eventual first word will be “mum” or “dad”; his bet is on “mum”, by the way, even though he pretends to be heartbroken by the idea, all too dramatic.

“You look surprised to see that it's me picking you up rather than some chauffeur, sweet thing. Why's that, I wonder? I already told you I'll accompany you to every doctor's appointment you have. The rest of the Hunting Dogs can cover me for one evening. I wouldn't miss this for the world.”

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pixie-ass · 2 years ago

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Tim LaFlour x F!Coquette(ish) reader

Readers a girl in his english class, inspired by the scene of him reading Langston Hughes. They're opposites bc I think the opposite aesthetic trope is so damn cute.

I have a lot of ideas for this trope that I'll try to add!

Warnings - none except for fluff with my fav punk!

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Tim was not the best at poetry. Needless to say, english literature wasn't one of his strongest suits. That's why when the professor had assigned a very long, very taunting poetry book along with an analysis, he was fucked. Not only that but he didn't really know anybody in that class to ask for help and he was sure his roommate, Daryl, was as clueless as him.

As class was dismissed and all the students were beginning to leave, Tim packed his stuff up, sighing as he began to think. The class size wasn't big, so as people walked out, he looked around for anyone who seemed helpful, only to catch eyes with a particular girl.

He'd noticed her since the beginning of the semester. She always sat second row on the right and would never talk unless called on. He noticed all her supplies were a light shade of pink, which he thought suited her. She'd always dress with light colors too, very put together. Tim sat in the row behind her a few seats to her left so he'd always find himself zoning out on her, only because she stood out.

“Do you know how to do this?” He'd take his chance and ask her, she seemed so sophisticated taking notes everyday, he was sure she'd know what she was doing. Her eyes widened and she seemed to go from shock, to confusion, to acceptance all in the span of a second. “Yeah, we're just going through the book assigned and analyzing the poems. Pretty easy.” She smiled as she swung her backpack (light pink of course) over her shoulders.

“I got that, but I don't get it, like how we're supposed to analyze. I suck at this class.” She giggled in response, causing Tim's brows to knit in confusion, he couldn't find what was amusing. “It's pretty simple, if you want, I can help you.” She offered him a sweet smile that caused him to smile. He nodded, “Yeah, that'd be awesome! We can work in my dorm.”

She nodded, “I'm y/n by the way.” She offered her hand out for him to shake. He slipped his hand into hers, feeling her soft skin and admiring how well taken care of her nails were. “Tim! Nice to meet ya." He stared into her eyes almost dumbfounded as he shook her hand, a dumb smile plastered on both their faces.

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A knock on the door startled Daryl as he sat in the living room, tense from the drug effects. Tim opened the door to his dorm, quickly walking over to the front door and opening it, “Hey! Welcome, welcome, you can make yourself right at home. My rooms over here.” Daryl raised a brow as he watched the very opposite girl walk in. Her light clothed and accessories a blinding contrast to everything Tim owned. It was almost comedic.

“We’re gonna be studying, dawg, so don't interrupt so we can get smart.”

“Yeah man, don't worry. You have fun.” He responded, a teasing hint in his tone.

As the girl walked into his room, she couldn't help but look around, admiring all the punk posters and dark themes. She stood out like a sore thumb. Her white sweater, blue jeans, and pink accessories were almost blinding in there. Tim noticed straight away, letting out a small chuckle as he shut the door. “You listen to any of them?” He asked, pointing to his various punk band posters. As expected, she shook her head, “No, haha. They look sick, though.” This caused Tim to smile as she set her bag down on the floor next to his bed. He motioned for her to sit, and she did.

Immediately, she began pulling out the poetry book and some paper. I guess she was here for business. Tim sat down across from her, getting his own stuff out. As she got a paper, she began explaining, Tim nodding in response as he listened. It seemed a hundred times easier to listen to her than the professor. After explanations he began to understand, they'd take turns reading poems out loud, analyzing, highlighting, and annotating what they agreed was important, (though it was mostly Y/n who would point out most and Tim would just agree since she seemed so pleased).

Tim noticed that when she would concentrate she would chew on the end of her pencil, her glossy pink lips attracting him like a moth to light. She had pretty lips and he couldn't help but stare at them, his own mouth seeming to slightly open as he stared until he had to catch himself multiple times.

After about 2 hours of this, they'd finished more than half the assignment, and they were both more than exhausted. It was nearly midnight. Yawning, y/n shut the poetry book, packing her papers into her folder. They hadn't chit chatted a lot, Tim didn't want to interrupt her focus so as they cleaned up Tim spoke up.

“So do you enjoy poetry? You seemed really into all the poems.” Y/n shrugged as she packed away the last of her things, “I guess I do. I like the beauty and emotion put into poems. They're really beautiful if you read them right.” Her response was said in a sleepy tone but was so sincere, Tim found himself feeling a sort of admiration along with a tingling in his stomach.

He smiled at her as she broke out into a yawn again. “You seem tired, we should get to sleep, eh.” He suggested standing up and fixing his bed to rest. She also stood up, stretching her body. “How fars, your dorm? I can walk you. It's pretty late, so I wouldn't want you to get spooked.” She giggled as he said it. Mostly, his tone was what made her laugh.

“It's all across campus, on the other side of the main hall.” His brows raised in concern. “That far? That's like a 10 minute walk.” He knew it wasn't far but she seemed so tired he wasn't sure if she'd even make it, she looked one blink away from knocking over like a leaf in the wind.

“You'd be better off staying here.” She raised a brow at his comment, a frown appearing on her soft face, “I'm not dumb enough to stay in a college guys dorm for the night. If you're thinking what you are, know I'm not the one.” Her sleepy voice was now stern as she headed for the door, her walk telling him that his comment had made her upset.

“Hey, hey. I didn't mean it like that. I promise! I'm on a no sex, drugs, or anything sinful pact so I swear I didn't mean anything that you're thinking.” He raised his arms up in defense, watching as she stopped and turned around, eyeing him.

“I was just saying, since you look so tired. I think it'd be better for you to just sleep here than walk all the way over there.” She stared at him in silence for a few long seconds.

She was only thinking it through so much since she really found Tim to be cute. Ever since she'd laid eyes on him as he walked in through the door mid-lecture, she'd felt her cheeks go pink. Something about the way he looked, or carried himself, or talked, it all fascinated her, and soon enough, she found herself crushing on him like a high school girl.

Sighing, she responded, “Okay, fine. But only because I really am so exhausted.” Tim's face seemed to go from upset to a beaming smile quickly. “Awesome! You can borrow one of my T-shirts if you want. And you can take the bed. I'll take the floor.” He exited the room after tossing a t-shirt onto the bed, leaving her a very flustered and hot mess. Her heart was racing as she lifted up the shirt he'd left for her. It was of a punk band. It smelled just like Tim. She blushed as she put it on. She blushed as she got into Tim's very soft and warm bed, blushed at how sweet it was for him to offer to sleep on the floor.

As she tucked in, Tim knocked, walking in after she answered and smiled down at the view of her covered in his blanket, completely bundled from neck down.

"Thank you for helping me by the way. Learned more from you then the professor, goodnight.”

He shut the lights off, and y/n heard as he shuffled on the floor. Looking down, she saw him lying with a comically small blanket and a decor pillow. Her heart raced in her ears as she decided if she should speak or not.

“You can sleep on the bed, Tim. It's your bed anyway, so I'd feel terrible if you slept on the floor.” She was also pitied by the sight of his tall figure under that poor excuse of a blanket. She heard him shuffle and next thing he was standing.

“You sure? Really, I'm alright sleeping on the good ole floor.” He chuckled.

“Im sure.” She scooted over to the other side, patting the bed. He didn't hesitate even a second as he tucked in beside her, far enough to not make her uncomfortable. As her eyes adjusted, she could begin to make out his silhouette in the dark. That's when she realized how close he really was, and she found a new found heat on her face. She went to cover her head with the blanket as if he could see her reddened cheeks.

“Tim.? You still awake?” She spoke softly under the covers. The soft ruffle of the pillow case sounded, “Yeah. What's up?” He whispered back.

Her hands seemed to tingle along with the butterflies in her stomach. She uncovered herself and moved her body so she could stare at him and him at her, he was already facing her direction though.

“Thank you for letting me stay, I didn't tell you, but it means a lot that you care.” She offered a sleepy smile as she stared into his face. He smiled back, and though she couldn't see it, she could see the outline of his cheeks when he did so.

“It's no biggie. Just the right thing to do. You tell me if you had a pretty girl in your dorm who was tired and lived far away that you wouldn't feel bad if she was alone.” His statement caused her to let out a small giggle into the sheets, which in turn caused her heart to flutter.

She scooted closer to him, not much, not enough to be noticeable in the dark but enough to where she could feel how warm he was, a huge grin spread across her face. "Goodnight, Tim…" Her eyes were far too heavy to keep open now, she shut them, and without a thought cuddled into Tims side causing him to freeze.

He slowly looked down at her, watching the slow rise and fall of her chest, her closed eyes and her features. Gently he wrapped his arm around her, feeling her shift closer to him, his heart ramming against his chest. She was so small in his arms, so warm, he felt himself leaning into her head, resting his head against the top of hers, caressing her back as she slept. He wasn't sure why he was doing this or why he felt so much in his gut.

All he knew was that he was happy, holding her and admiring her. That he was feeling far too much all at once.

He'd have to talk to her about this tomorrow. His emotions would be the death of him.

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tokkiwrites · 2 years ago

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CARE FOR SOME COOKiES?

in which Tangerine has had a not so healthy obsession for the girl next door for a while now & he finally gets what he wants.

tags: neighbor tan, smut, mean (kind of) dom tangerine, afab reader, sub reader, degradation, bdsm themes, dumbification of reader, unprotected sex (p in v) + more. just filthy filthy smut :p

the way her soft locks fell onto her round shoulders, covering her pretty neck. the way she always sheepishly tucked a piece behind her ear every time she saw him. it wasn't hard to see that he was long gone now.

the small crush has turned into something more. he hates it because he'd rather not want to fantasize about her all night long, but the thin walls provide him with utmost sounds when she touches herself late at night. it's not his fault she is so pretty and delicate, oblivious even to how she makes his heart beat so fast and how quickly he gets hard only at the sight of her.

he is taken out of his deep thinking state when the sound of someone knocking on his door causes him to jolt out of his seat.

"fuckin' hell, mate. who is it at this hour..?"

he rubs the bridge of his nose before opening the front door, ready to tear through whoever thought it was a good idea to bother him at 9pm on a Thursday night.

"the fuck ya wan-" he stops before he could finish his sentence, as behind the door was his dream come true of a woman. the smell of warm brown sugar and her jasmine perfume mix in the air, invading his lungs.

"hi, neighbor! care for some cookies?" she lets out the cutest giggle ever known to man, and tangerine feels like he could eat her then and there. she was dressed in a floral pink dress that reached her mid thigh, her hair in two messy pigtails, and splotches of flower scattered on her face and the top of the dress.

he looks at her up and down, quirking his eyebrows up before smiling and finally saying something. he was so lost at the sight of her. and he wasn't the only one in that position. y/n could barely mutter the words when she first saw him, only in a pair of dark sweatpants. no shirt, no nothing. just his perfectly messy curly hair and his way too good-looking mustache.

"hey, luv." tangerine tries to play his usual, confident and cocky self, which works because as soon as those words left his mouth y/n's legs felt like jelly, she swears her stomach just did a backflip.

"ya baked cookies, huh?" he teases.

"i mean...i tried! promise i didn't poison them!" she tilts her head up, trying to hand him the plate full warm strawberry crumble cookies.

"thanks, luv. care for a cup of tea? i think it'll go perfectly with your cookies."

she could die right now, cheeks oh so red, much like the strawberry jam in those cookies.

"that'd be nice-- I'd like that." she hums, nodding her head in agreement as tangerine motions her to enter his apartment.

it smelled so much like him. It felt like a big warm embrace, much like the ones she was fantasizing about all those nights she couldn't keep quiet.

" It's so pretty in here!"

" yeah, 's my mates work, Lemon. He has a keen eye for...decor, i suppose."

another giggle slips through her rosy and round lips. it feels like someone punched him in the stomach. and head. and heart. and gave him a magic potion because the effect this girl had on him was truly incomprehensible.

"uh- why don't ya sit down, darlin', yeah? and ill make us both some tea."

"sounds great!" she scurried into the nearest armchair, settling the plate of cookies on the coffee table right in front of her.

after some moments pass the tall bloke returns with two mugs filled with warm tea. as he places them down on the table he sits down opposite of y/n, his eyes never leaving her thighs, barely covered by that dress.

"so-" he makes a pause before smiling up at her "why'd you bring me the cookies?"

y/n smiles shyly before finally blurting out her thoughts.

"you always seem so grumpy, especially when you come home from work. and you seemed lonely... n i just wanted to sweeten up your week just a little bit."

someone better give this man an award for self control, because it takes so much will power for him to not just ravage the adorable bundle in front of him.

nonetheless, he leans his elbows on his knees and rests his chin on the knuckles of his hands. "oh?"

"that so?" he asks, a little chuckle after that.

"yeah...please dont get mad that i called you grumpy! and implying that you have no friends! its not what i meant, i just-"

"i know, luv, its fine. thank you for thinking about me. but you don't have to fill that pretty little head of yours with worries, yeah?"

that's it, she might as well let her heart jump out of her chest and run a marathon, because the way her heartbeat was increasing every second wasn't normal.

"can you at least try the cookies..?"

"yeah, darlin'." he smiles before reaching and grabbing one of the small cookies. heart shaped? god, even the cookies she makes are just as adorable. he bites in and his tastebuds are immediately flooded with the taste of strawberries, his eyes widening in response.

"a-are they bad?" y/n asks, anxiously

bad? that small bite tasted like heaven. he swears this girl is some kind of love witch.

"god, y/n. are you kidding? these are bloody amazing." after that, he started stuffing his face with more cookies, crumbs getting caught in his mustache.

"I'm so happy you like them..." her heart skips a beat, as she sips from her tea, so in trance that she manages to slip the cup through her fingers, splattering the tea all over herself and tangerines leather armchair.

"oh my god!" she yelps, embarrassed of herself, blood rushing to her face

" ya okay, luv?" tangerine worried, gets up from his place, grabbing a rag and quickly leaning in front of y/n "wasn't too hot, yeah? didn't burn yourself?"

"m fine, just embarrassed.." she puffs out her cheeks "even ruined your chiar."

"hey, darlin, don't worry, its leather, one wipe with water and its okay, yeah?

he reaches in and stars wiping her wet things with the rag, his rough fingers brushing agains her blushed skin. as he reached her inner thighs, he looks her dead in the eyes, only to find a flustered y/n looking at him with those doe eyes of hers that drive him mad.

without even thinking he presses his other hand onto her thighs, pulling himself up and hovering over her, his hands now gripping the arm rests of the chair.

how much he's dreamed of this, to see her all red and flushed under him, unable to say anything.

"y'okay, doll?" he smirks rather darkly, his face inching closer to hers.

she bites the inside of her cheeks, nodding as she couldn't believe what was happening. was she dreaming? was she imagining things? she caught herself off guard as she whispered bashfully "you can kiss me.."

"what?"

her eyes widened as she heard what she said, whole body now cemented in place by embarrassment.

"n-nothing, i-"

"do you really want me to, luv?"

she chokes on her breath, a timid yes slipping past her lips.

"i wanna hear ya say it, doll. what do you want me to do, huh?"

"want you to k-iss me." she couldn't believe herself.

this was it, the moment tangerine has been waiting for months. he has her now, and it'll take certainly more than a kiss to satiate his deep hunger for her.

"oh, luv. I'm so thankful you asked me to. i didn't know how much i could hold myself back."

he licks his lips, scanning her again, all stone still and flustered under him.

"when I saw you...the way you look right now. did it on purpose? huh? wanted to get a reaction out of me?"

she breathes heavily, before nodding her head, the hem of her wet dress twirling between her fingers.

"my sweet girl. you've no idea how little you need to do just to get me goin'."

"i d-do..?"

"you don't seem to understand, luv. you're deep inside my skin, my veins, my bones. you're everything my soul has yearned for all this time. since the moment i saw you."

he growls before finally leaning down and kissing her with an insatiable thirst. grabbing her by the hips he swiftly changes their position, placing y/n atop of his lap.

the feeling of his calloused palms all over her skin was indescribable, it was just like those many dreams she had of him. after a few more minutes tangerine pulls out of the kiss, a string of saliva connecting their lips.

he smirks, tracing y/n's skin with his fingers before speaking up.

"you wanna keep goin', love? want me to stop?"

"no! p-lease don't..."

"as you wish, doll. promise ill be gentle, yeah?"

he's interrupted by y/n's soft voice "please, don't.."

she gulps before finally continuing "don't be gentle...w-ant you to use me. p-lease?"

he scoffed, feeling himself getting harder and harder "that so? wanna be my little abuse doll?"

"y-yes.."

"y'know, y/n, never thought you'd be like this. i mean, you look so innocent and bubbly. but i guess..." he trails off before wrapping his large hand around her throat, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear "-thats just a mask, yeah? you're actually a dumb pup who wants to be used, no."

y/n whimpers, eagerly nodding her head and leaning into tangerines touch. "y-es" she manages to choke out, before she feels a strong tug on one of her pigtails, pulling her to the floor, kneeling at tangerines feet.

"then get to it, doll." he smirks before motioning y/n closer to his crotch. "c'mon, dont make me ask twice."

she places her palms at the hem of his pants, before pulling them down alongside his boxers. she jumped slightly as she saw what was expecting her. she couldn't believe her eyes, how is she going to fit all that in?

"what's wrong, luv?" he asks almost on a mocking tone.

"t-too big."

"you'll manage." he pats her head before tugging at her hair again. she whimpers at the gesture before leaning in closer. looking up as if asking for approval, she wraps her lips around the tip of his thick shaft.

"fuckin hell-" he bites his lower lip as he simultaneously pushes y/n's head further down, making her whine on it "yeah, just like that. c'mon darlin..." his head falls back, hips buckling up into a steady thrust, the only sounds filling the room being tangerines groans and y/n's soft moans.

the few minutes that flew by felt like more to y/n, her jaw wincing in pain from the size of tangeries shaft. even so, it fit perfectly in her mouth, he thought -- oh, how much he dreamed of this moment, having her like this, on her knees ready to take him. his mind went hazy as he felt his orgasm approaching. grabbing y/n by the back of her head, he pushed in further, thrusting one final time before finally releasing himself in her warm mouth.

after coming down from his high, he looked back down at y/n. "fuck." he muttered as he felt himself harden again at the sight: her rosy cheeks tainted by tears, lips swollen, semen and drool covering them and her chin.

"you're so pretty like this, luv. so pretty with your mouth full" he chuckles before swiftly picking her up and setting her on the armchair, tangerine towering above.

"did i do good..?" she flutters her eyelashes, averting the man's gaze. he smirks, leaning down to trail his lips along her neck up to her ear. "so good, doll." his rough palm settles on y/n's tigh, slowly inching it closer to the hem of the panties she was wearing.

"y'okay, luv? you wanna continue?" he stops himself for a little "sure you wanna do this?"

there was a short pause before she finally spoke, "Please." he furrows his brows before smiling cunningly. "Please what, darlin?"

"Please...need you in me-" she whimpers, rubbing her blushed thighs together. he scoffed before finally ripping off her white panties clean off, pulling her down so her head was almost on the seat cushion. "All right, doll."

his fingers danced around her thighs before finally reaching her bud, glistening from how wet she was. he glides his fingers down her lips, letting out a low growl. "fuck, doll, you're so so wet. for me, yeah? my pretty fuck toy..."

"j-just for you, tan..." she leans into his touch, prompting him to plunge his digits into her warmth. she moans, a shiver running down her spine. his hand stars to move slowly -- one finger, then two...the third brought her to a haze, she'd never felt so good, let alone from just someone's fingers.

"there...think ya ready, luv?" he asks, positioning himself in front of her entrance. a soft "yes" left her lips before he pushed in, groaning from the tightness. y/n wraps her legs around his waist and digs her fingers into the leather of the armchair.

"f-fuck, doll-" he moans, indulging further into her, his lips wrapping around her neck and palms roaming her breasts. after a few strokes, he grabs her ankles, pulling her down fully on her back, legs now on both sides of his head.

she sobs, his large shaft hitting so deep inside of her it made her see stars. "o-oh my god-" she whimpers as tangerine becomes more erratic and brutal, plunging into her aggressively.

one hand was wrapped around y/n's ankle and the other rapidly around her throat, making her gasp, pleasure clouding her already blurred mind.

after some more minutes of tangerine ruthlessly using y/n as he pleased, she was reduced to nothing but a drooling, incoherent mess, just as he always imagined.

"in m-me-" she mewls "i want y-ou to finish-- in me.."

tangerine was feeling himself getting closer to reaching his orgasm, both hands now gripping tightly on y/n's plushy thighs. "i want you to cum on my cock, doll." he grunts "c'mon- for me."

her legs twitched, whole body going limp as she finally finished, her walls tightening around his winching member, causing tangerine to release, painting her inner walls with white ribbons.

they both pant, none of them moving a muscle. after a couple of minutes tangerine pulls out, making y/n gasp at the emptiness. "filled you up so good, eh luv?"

a bright red blush creeps on her stained cheeks, as she tries to close her legs but to no avail. "think you dislocated my legs, actually." she lets out a gentle giggle as tangerine picks her up from the armchair.

"Let's get ya cleaned up, darlin, then we can finally eat those cookies."

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illumoria · 22 days ago

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FREAK LIKE ME!

Pt.1 Pt.2

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pairing⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ stalker!rafe x stalker!reader

ೃ⁀➷content: smut | semi-public sex (in a car), fingering, obsessive/possessive behavior, breeding kink (if ya squint..), p in v (unprotected, creampie), light manipulation, mutual obsession + dirty talk

*ੈ✩‧₊˚word count: 1668

a/n*ೃ༄: longer than I expected but still glad I put this into 2 parts

: ̗̀➛taglist: @angel06babysworld @d3adfa1ry @rafeysvenicebitch @missmmaybank

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Students flooded the hallway as soon as the first bell of the day rang, loud voices ringing in your ears as you walked through the crowd.

And then...you saw him.

He was by his locker, nothing important. Nothing memorable–though he was a hard person to forget anyways.

He locked eyes with you and this time you didn't look away. Not like you usually did. His eyes were sharp and calculating, like they were analyzing each movement you made.

It was a fleeting glance though it invaded your mind like he had kissed you right then and there.

You wish.

Your shoulder brushed against his for a split second before you were walking again.

Until his hand reached out for you.

He couldn't wait anymore, now that he knew the truth? He was gone. He had to have you and there wasn't anything holding him back this time.

"You're in my next class aren't you?" He smirked, all confidence like he wasn't mentally crumbling again at the thought of you moaning his name. Riding your pillow–wishing it was him.

You looked up at him, a shy smile curling your lips.

All innocent like you weren't holding yourself back from pushing him against the lockers–

"Yeah, I am. I sit behind you."

He nodded his head slowly, his hand falling back from your shoulder. Though you wished it lingered longer. You'd let him put his hand anywhere if it meant he would touch you.

"I uh–I have to talk to you actually, something for a project."

You swallowed hard, your brows pinching together in curiosity

"Project?–"

"Yeah, I think we should be partners." He breathed, his jaw clenching.

Fuck, would you believe that?

He was sweating a little, a light sheen across his forehead that he prayed you wouldn't notice.

"Yes." You replied, a little too eagerly. Too fast. And you regret it...but when you looked back up at him–only to see a wide smile on his lips it reassured you in a way.

"Yeah, I think... that'd be nice." You corrected, worrying your bottom lip nervously.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck...

"Meet me after school." It wasn't a question, it was a demand. One you didn't mind following instantly.

So when class did end and he was nodding his head to the door, you didn't think twice about getting up.

You followed him out of class, your heart pounding like it's about to explode. He doesn’t say anything at first. Just walks. Confident, like he knows you'll trail after him.

And you do.

You barely made it down the steps before he spoke again.

"My car's out back."

Just that. No explanation.

You should’ve hesitated. Should've asked why, or where you were going—but you didn't.

Because deep down, you didn't want to. You'd go anywhere he led you. No questions asked. None needed.

He unlocked it with a click, tossing his bag into the back before sliding into the driver's seat.

You hesitated only for a second before opening the passenger door and slipping in beside him.

The doors shut. The engine didn't start.

He didn't reach for the keys. Didn't say a word.

The quiet between you wasn't awkward—it was thick. Tense. And buzzing with something sharp and electric.

"This isn’t really about a project, is it?"

You whispered, just to say something. Just for him to do something.

He turned his head slowly, his eyes dragging over your face like he was trying to burn the image into memory.

"Not even a little."

Your breath caught.

You didn’t move—didn't have to. Because the look he gave you?

It made your skin burn.

He leaned in, one hand gripping the gearshift, the other sliding to the back of your neck–forcing you to look at him.

"I caught your little performance last night." He murmured. Direct. No bullshit, like skipping the intro of a new show.

Your breath caught in your throat, your face reddening almost instantly.

Fuck, you were caught.

But so was he.

"How did you–How'd you see me?" You stammered, causing his lips to quirk upwards, his grip around your neck tightening.

"How do you think?" He murmured, "Want an in-depth explanation? C'mere I'll tell you." His hand left your skin, patting his lap.

He saw your thighs squeeze together, the way you seriously looked like you were actually debating coming to him–knowing your brain was screaming yes.

You crawled over the center console, sitting sideways on his lap.

His arms immediately went around you, a soft groan leaving his lips as you settled on top of his thighs.

"You know how long I've been wanting to get you like this for? Fuck–even touch you?" He scoffed, like he couldn't believe you were right there. Practically handed to him on a silver platter.

You were still in a mild shock state that this–that all of this was even happening.

His smirk widened at your expression, his voice growing low and teasing.

"Yeah, I saw you that night. Your a little freak like me, jus' hide it better.." he whispered, leaning down and nosing the side of your neck. His breath was warm and soft against your skin, sending shivers up your spine.

It all clicked in that little moment. Like TV static turning back to its original channel with a quick thwack on the top.

"Rafe–"

You were cutoff when his lips met yours, soft and slow at first like he was trying to savor you–then rough. Like he couldn't get enough–couldn't wait any longer.

You moaned against his mouth, your hands bunching up his shirt–giving yourself something to do as something you only used to dream about was happening.

"Don't have to play that little good girl act 'round me no more alright?" He murmured against your lips, sliding his hands slowly up your sides.

"We're the exact same sweetheart. You and I. Obsessed little freaks." He whispered, pressing a firm kiss to your jaw.

You couldn't reply, words lodged in your throat.

He was just as fucked as you. God, he was perfect.

"C'mon move." He commanded, while you almost instantly obeyed. You shifted so you were fully straddling him now, knees on either side of him.

"You'd do anything, yeah? Do anything I want to you and you'd just take it." He mumbled against your skin, pressing hot open-mouthed kisses against your skin.

You let out a small moan, your hips involuntarily pressing against his–searching for friction you didn't even know you needed.

"Fuckin' desperate, huh?" He chuckled, his words making your face flush deeper.

He slid his hands up your thighs, rubbing his fingers between your folds through your underwear–the soaked fabric sticking to you like a second skin.

"Please..." You whimpered, rolling your hips against him only for him to stop you with a hand to your stomach.

"Mm-mm." He grunted, "Be patient.."

He slowly slipped his fingers underneath your underwear, sliding one finger into your slick cunt.

You let out a soft whimper, hiding your face into the crook of his neck.

"Shit.." He groaned, "Worth the fucking wait."

His thumb gently circled your clit, another finger dipping inside of you–curling just right–making you see stars. Your little whimpers only egged him on, his fingers only slamming harder and faster with each noise that left your lips.

"Rafe!" You squealed, clenching around his fingers. The car was filled with your soft moans and wet noises as his fingers pumped into your cunt, bringing you closer and closer to the edge.

"Please I can't–" you moaned, gasping when he pulled his fingers out of you with a shlick.

You looked up at him, teary eyed and pink cheeked.

"Please?"

"That all you do? Beg?" He snorted, slowly shaking his head.

He pushed you back against the wheel, unzipping his jeans and dragging them down along with boxers just enough so that his lower half was bare–his cock flush against his stomach.

"Need you to come on my dick." He started, raising his fingers up as if he was showing them off.

"This? Not worth it."

You were in a slightly dazed state, barely able to process what was happening before he was running his length through your folds, nudging your clit.

You let out a noise that he couldn't tell was a gasp or a moan, all he knew was that he wanted to hear more.

He slid into you in one quick sharp thrust, eliciting a shaky moan from your lips. Your back arched into his touch, your mouth parted, warm breath puffing out against his neck.

He felt your walls clench around him almost instantly, struggling to adjust to the stretch, his eyes almost immediately rolling back as soon as your hips jolted up.

"My fucking God...you're gonna kill me." He whispered, anchoring himself with his hands on your hips–roughly thrusting into you.

You could feel him twitch inside of you with each buck of his hips into your own, each slam of his dick into your cunt drawing you closer once again.

"Feels good, yeah?" He chuckled, squeezing your hips to the point of bruising. One hand left your waist, fingers running quick circles against your clit once more.

"Rafe!" You moaned, your thighs beginning to shake–teetering on the edge.

"Who do you belong to? I wanna hear it." He grunted, his free hand grabbing your jaw and forcing you to look up to him.

"You–Rafe!" You whined, your walls spasming around his cock as you came, your vision going blurry as he slowly fucked you through it–chasing his own release.

"Fuckkk.." he groaned, spilling inside of you, burying himself as deep as he could. Thick white ropes painting your insides.

He didn't pull out, not instantly atleast. He just looked at you, how you were still whimpering and writhing against him.

"You're mine." He murmured, "All mine, can't fucking leave me. Okay?"

"I don't want to." You whispered, completely breathless. Spineless–putty in his hands.

You weren’t thinking anymore.

Just feeling.

And all you could feel was him.

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aquari-nei · 1 year ago

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Silly goose (Shinichiro Sano)

good/final time-line, fem!reader, smoking, fluff, no beta

You met Shinichiro through Takemichi since you'd essentially babysit him

Takemichi had begged you to go out one day while you were babysitting him, pulling on your clothes with a pout which was very uncharacteristic of the boy who you definitely considered an old soul

You agreed, pulling on shoes and coats for the both of you because you couldn't resist his puppy eyes, and let him drag you to the near by park

The second you got there he ran off towards the far corner of the playground and you watched as he all but tackled a blonde boy

Then you noticed the fairly sketchy looking group of teen boys also huddled around that corner and your heart skipped a beat, you weren't judgemental but you did have a healthy dose of caution that tripled when a child (Takemichi) was present

You froze up while trying to think of the best way to go about making sure the kids were safe, but your plight was soon interrupted by said boy galloping back over with several more boys

The blonde boy, who Takemichi tells you is called Mikey (you don't question it) seems to look at you with a strange amount of fondness but the glint in his eyes tells you he's the same as Takemichi, you give him a smile and brush it off

You get pecked at with questions from three more boys you come to know as Sanzu, Baji, and Kazutora until you get dragged over to the group of sketchy boys in the corner

Your heart picks up while your brain tries to go over every scenario

To your surprise, the boy in the middle, who has black hair and kind eyes waves you over with a soft smile and even if you wanted to resist the kids pulling you along wouldn't let you

Takemichi and Mikey loudly and proudly introduce you to the group and despite their familiarity you can feel yourself shaking. Hang on! Does Takemichi hang around these people a lot? Is that something you should tell his parents about? Whatever, you'll worry about that in a minute...

"Hi..." was all you could get out, and even to your ears you sounded nervous and that seemed to be picked up by the boy in the middle.

"'Evenin', Sano Shinichiro, nice to meet ya. You babysit Takemitchy, yeah?" you nod and he smiles and in a relatively strange move, stretches his hand out to shake

You take it and give it a firm shake, flashing him a smile. His face goes beet red and he retracts his hand quickly, but you try not to look into that too much

A shrill call of your name snaps your attention towards Takemichi and his little gang again, nothing seems particularly wrong but still, you haul ass to make sure all is well

Turns out he just wanted some help reaching something that'd gotten stuck up a tree, you crouched down to let him clamber onto your shoulders to reach and he got it down without a hitch

Plopping him back down on the floor, Mikey quietly tugged on the sleeve of your coat, not meeting you eyes as he stuck his leg out and showed you the scrapes down his shin, red and fresh

You coo gently and kneel down to inspect them, pulling out an alcohol wipe and several plasters you keep on hand and clean him up without question

Once you're done you get taken by surprise by a tight hug from him, you aren't averse to it at all and you hold him close until he pulls back. You cup his face gently

"Alright sweertheart, be careful next time, okay?" you tell him softly and tears well up in his eyes again and before you can ask if he's okay, he's hugging you again

Crunching footsteps approach, you look up from your place from the floor and find Shinichiro looking down with a glint of worry, you shrug minutely and give him a look to tell him you're just as confused as he is as you sway softly with Mikey in your arms

He kneels down to your level, essentially peering over your shoulder at his younger brother and you notice that he smells unexpectedly nice for a teen boy, you glance backwards and from up close you can see that he's got a pretty face to match

You can't pull your gaze from his face until his eyes meet yours and you go back to looking at the top of Mikey's head to avoid being caught

Shinichiro shifts around to sit on the floor behind you

"Hey, Mikey?" he asks and gets a soft grunt in return, muffled by your shoulder. "You alright lil' man?"

You scoot around to half face Shinichiro as he tries to coax his brother out of your arms to check on him, it works eventually and Mikey pulls away from you with a shaky breath

Shinichiro cradles him with much more kindness than you'd expect from a delinquent, and as contextually inappropriate as it is you can't help but think it made him quite attractive

Eventually, Shinichiro gives you a sympathetic smile and scoops Mikey up to go sit with him and the other boys he calls Wakasa and Benkei, quietly you tell him that's okay and watch him leave

"I think you should marry him." Takemichi whispers loudly in your ear, startling you

"I should what?!" you whisper-shouted back, blush creeping up your cheeks, you knew Takemichi was smarter than he let on, but was your newly budding crush really that obvious?

"Marry him, duh."

"Why?" you asked exasperatedly, you thought you would've gotten used to Takemichi's Takemichi-isms by now but apparently the boy had no end to the situations he could get into

"Because." you sighed and your head sank, it's only Tuesday...

Out of earshot back with Shinichiro, Mikey was goading him into the same conversation. The tears had stopped the second Shinichiro had sat down with him on his lap and Mikey hadn't stopped talking since then

"Well, I still think you should marry her."

"Lil' dude, I've never even kissed a girl so I think we're setting the bar a little bit high there..."

"Then she can be your first, idiot."

"Hey!" Wakasa and Benkei snickered behind him, they were definitely going to rag on him about this at their meeting later, but he tried to ignore it

He was red up to his ears, he'd thought you were beautiful since the second you'd set foot in the park, so much so that his jaw dropped enough for his cigarette to slip out his mouth, he'd turned away from you because what if you saw that? That would be so embarrassing it would end him

The sun was just beginning to set and you returned to the corner with Takemichi and his gaggle of friends so they could say goodbye before you left

The way Shinichiro was being so sweet with his brother was making you feel things now that a romantic perspective had been cast on him...

You kept your gaze steady and when it came time to bid him a farewell yourself you met his eyes with confidence and an out stretched hand, offering him your knuckles in a more cordial way of shaking as you said goodbye with a smile

Shinichiro panicked when he saw your hand and out of desperate impulse, he cradled it with his hands and gently kissed your knuckles and then promptly freaked out

"Sorry! That was a bit forward wasn't it! Uh-" you cut him off with a mildly amused, mildly embarrassed giggle, heat crawling up your cheeks as you reassured him it was okay and bid him a bubble goodbye

When you walked away, you turned back to give him a last wave, and smiled when you found he was still red in the face

You made sure you were well out of earshot before you asked Takemichi

"So... is he single?" Takemichi gasped loudly and jumped around with more childish enthusiasm than you'd ever seen from him

"Very!" yowch, poor guy, but still you smiled and quietly pumped your fist. Sure he looked kind of sketchy but your heart was telling you he was a kind guy and your brain had nothing to prove that notion wrong

You had a shot!

Once you left his eyesight, Shinichiro all but deflated, hunching over with his hands on his knees as he tried to will the heat out of his cheeks

"Oh man, what was that?" Wakasa teased, poking his back before kicking the back of his calf

"Shut up..." Shinichiro groaned, Mikey patted his back sagely and gave him a sympathetic nod

"She's single, you've got a shot. Even if you're a bit pathetic, I think she might be into that."

"Thanks, Michael."

Takemichi had insisted on dragging you with him to see Mikey as much as possible, meaning you'd ended up at his house more often than you ever imagined you would

You also ended up in Shinichiro's bedroom more often than you thought you would've, Mikey and Takemichi liked to be in there and you all but bent to their whims

So several times a weel, you'd end up sat on Shinichiro's bed with him, lowly talking about life as Takemichi and his friends ran about the house

As it turns out, Shinichiro was a lot softer than you thought, someone who looked for the simple joys in life, loved his family and had a very cute dorky interest in motorbikes

Sometimes he'd show you what he was working on, dragging you over to his work section and showing you the bike parts he was fixing up

You listened, of course you did, you hung on to his every word just like he hung on to yours, but pretty often you'd find yourself lost more in his warm eyes and pleasant baritone voice than his ramblings about bikes

Oh, he was stupidly pretty, and stupidly kind, and it came as a surprise when you found out he wasn't just the member of a gang, but the leader of the top motorcycle gang in the Kanto region

Still, you were in too deep and you couldn't let him go now, not when just being with him made you feel so warm and fuzzy on the inside, when being asked about him made you feel like you were being asked to bare your whole heart, when just seeing him made you feel so much more alive

So, you'd ignore it for now and continue the comfortable flow of your life and pray your paths stay connected for long enough for it all to work out

Shinichiro often felt the same, he could admit he was in stupid teenage love and kick his feet like a schoolgirl about it with no shame when he was alone in his room

You'd waltzed into his life and it felt like you'd cut through the remaining fog at the edges of his vision, the whole world seemed brighter with you around and he found himself thinking of you when he looked at the way sunlight filtered through leaves and when dark clouds brought nourishing rain in the late evening

Wakasa was right, he was whipped, totally smitten. Oh, what was he going to do about this...

He sighed into his pillow, there was a big confrontation set for tomorrow and he was having rare worries that things might go too far south... should he just tell you? Just in case?

If he didn't come back, if he died there, could he accept never telling you that he loved you?

The answer was clear before he'd even finished the thought and he was already reaching for his bike before he'd really finished the thought.

No, he couldn't. So tonight he'd be impulsive

Speeding down the city streets, he pulled up outside your house and turned to his only real source of romantic ideas and chucked almost a dozen pebbles at your window like they did in the movies before you opened your window

You were muddled with sleep, your hair a mess and your shirt slipping down one shoulder, you had dried drool on your cheek that you wiped off but he couldn't help but admire how pretty you looked doused in streetlight, you could really pull just about anything off, couldn't you?

"Hey! I need to talk to you!" he yelled from the street

"God, yeah! Okay, just- keep it down, stupid!" you shouted back as quietly as was reasonable

"Can you uh- can you come down here?" he asked, sounding weirdly defeated, you nodded and sneaked downstairs and out your door as quietly as possible

Dressed in a the first, and quite garish, jacket your hands found and a pair of crocs, you took his breath away and he could feel the nerves the adrenaline had kept at bay creeping back in

Shinichiro tried to speak but all he could get out was a wheeze and a blush as he couldn't look away from your eyes, you tilted your head and waited for him to speak

He couldn't, instead leaning back on his bike and shakily bringing a cigarette to his lips and you watched as his hands tried to grapple with lighting it

Cautiously, you took the lighter from him and lit the end of his cigarette yourself, his eyes gleamed with wonder in the lighter's small flame when you glanced up at him through your eye lashes

He took a long drag of his cigarette and blew it away from you, turning his head away, licking his lips and mulling over the best words to use

You sighed through your nose, stepping close enough to be between his legs you reached up to pluck the cigarette out of his mouth when his hands stopped shaking, his eyes followed your hand until it, and the cigarette between your fingers, fell to your side and he looked into yours wordlessly as your other hand cupped his face

"You're too cute to die of lung cancer..." you mumbled, lowering your gaze to the neckline of Shinichiro's shirt as you let the lit cigarette drop into a puddle by your feet, there was no universe in which he could even think of being mad at you for that despite the waste

Your eyes flicked down to his lips, you'd been crushing on him hard for months now, the thought of being with him echoing through your head like the sweetest bell chime and tonight all you could see in front of you was your opportunity to make that clear

"Shinichiro..." his heart seized as you called him by his given name, it sounded so lovely in your voice... "can I kiss you?"

Your mumbled desire swirled around his ears like smoke and yet again he couldn't speak, but he could find it in him to nod

"Use your words, 'chiro." oh, you were going to kill him...

"Yes, please."

Your lips met and it felt like the sky had been lifted off of your shoulders, his lips were slightly chapped and he tasted of cigarette smoke but that was more than okay because you were kissing Shinichiro

You relaxed into him, a hand sliding up his back and into his hair

He whimpered into the kiss quietly as his hands travelled down to your lower back, you were soft in a way that transcended physical, you were like a warm bed in winter and fluffy clouds in the setting sun

And you were kissing him

He felt like he had to come up for air or he'd pass out, to be honest he might just pass out either way...

Shinichiro broke the kiss and pulled back, staring at you in amazement and you couldn't help but giggle at the silly love-struck face he was pulling

He joined you giggling soon enough, a bright smile overtaking his face as he cupped yours, his eyes so full of warmth it stopped all of your thoughts in their tracks

"You- uh, you wanna go out? With me?" he asked dumbly, too lost in your eyes and his thoughts to be speaking with any kind of coherence. "On a date?"

You grinned back. "I'm free this friday."

"It's a date! Literally! I'll pick you up at uh- seven? Is seven good?"

"Very, Shinichiro." you said through your smile.

"I'll see you then!" he yelled as he dove for his bike realising the streetlights were starting to go out and he needed to go home and you needed to go to bed. "I'll win that fight tomorrow! For you!"

You were confused about what he meant by that, but he was already pushing his bike down the road and waving like a mad man so it wasn't like you could ask, you had to go back inside soon anyways

"You'll do great! Good luck!" you called down the street, waving back and blowing a kiss when he turned to look at you

He caught it in one hand and slapped it to his chest with an over dramatic swoon that had you doubling over, how in the lord's name a man like him could be so ridiculous you may never know but you were so happy to be his first kiss

When, not if, you have it your way you were never going to let that silly man go

haa first proper post here lmao, thanks for reading! reblogs appreciated <3

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #shinichiro sano #sano shinichiro #shinichiro sano x reader #shinichiro sano x fem! reader

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r11yh1soka · 2 days ago

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NEVER THE SAME

joel miller x f!reader

tags/included: wc:4.9k,not proofread, agegap(reader is 27, joel is 56), spoilers for tlou2/s2, takes place after abby attacks joel & ellie(joel lives), joel is a mean old man(for now), reader is a smartass, slowburn, eventual smut, angst(death, ptsd, other mature themes), i know i am forgetting more but i hate doing tags sorry

this is chapter 4 -> previous chapter:here

this fic is also on ao3 and wattpad with the same user/title

an: thank you for all the support/feedback on this! i'm glad other people like it as much as i do :) thanks for reading! p.s i try to write a chapter daily, at least for this ff though i do have others on my wattpad i'm working on so expect chapters pretty often, i try when i can.

March 3rd 9:30 AM

The next day rolled over quickly and the promise of plans made to you the evening before slipped your mind even quicker. Either way, you were in the garage trying to practice. You were going over all the steps Joel had showed you the other day with the garage door open because it could get real hot in there.

You grunted as you tried twisting off the plug for the oil, you'd gotten a jack earlier this morning in exchange for more of your food. You were underneath the car, still in the old clothes of whoever lived here before you.

You didn't notice him at first, you didn't even hear him. Joel had strolled over after hearing your endless grunting and groaning, it was damn near impossible to get the plug off. He was leaned against the wall of your garage, his arms folded over his chest with his work belt hanging a little low off his jeans.

"It's more than likely fused on there, all that gruntin' 'n groaning isn't gonna get it off. This cars been here for years," Joel announced clearly, not only did the hoarseness of his voice catch you off guard but so did his very being.

You completely forgot he said he was coming by to start building you a proper porch. You practically jump at the sound of his voice, damn near hitting your head on a pipe underneath the car.

"Didn't mean to scare ya...just wanted t'see if you would surprise me by gettin' it off," he rubbed his large calloused hands over his brown and grey beard.

You came out from under the car, brushing off your pants that hoenstly fit a little too big, you'd come to the conclusion the clothes you'd found definetely belonged to a man. You couldn't risk anymore food just for some new clothes so you settled on this but there was nothing more that you wanted than to get back into so more clothes that scream you. Not old-man-who-has too-many-fucking-records.

"It's okay," you brushed him off, taking a deep breath before looking up.

"What are you doing down there anyway? Thought we agreed you'd use my truck,"

"Wanted to practice...I don't imagine many people will let me work on their car if I'm not a fucking pro at it," you replied with a bit of sourness in your tone, Joel noticed it, but he didn't speak on it.

"Anyway, was working on the porch 'n Ellie told me you mentioned in being intrested in that kinda thing," he informed you and for a split second you had your brows all bunched up with a wrinkled nose.

You never mentioned that to Ellie at all. But it didn't take a genius to figure out how folk had been treating you here, you're sure Ellie noticed. She was nice, she was looking out for you and you hadn't even noticed until now. You cleaned up your face, forcing a more neutral but friendly stare instead.

"Oh...yeah, that'd be great. Thank you," you gulped, hoping it wasn't obvious that you we're lying.

He didn't say anything, just let out an approving grunt before taking you out of the garage and over to the front of the house. He'd already got a lot done, you we're surprised. You didn't know how long he'd be out here but it couldn't have been too long. The ground was muddy and cold underneath the land whe're your porch used to be, no grass grew there and now that it was gone and beaming in the sun, the melted snow made it rather squishy. Joel didn't seem to mind but you figured a guy like him was probably used to getting his hands—and boots for that matter, dirty.

You followed out behind him, you we're dressed in a loose red and white flannel, thick and slightly loose blue jeans, you realized that you strangely looked like you we're trying to impersonate him. The old man who used to live in your place had similar taste to the old man in front of you. Though today he was dressed differently, just a simple light blue button up tucked into his blue jeans with his black boots.

The mud smushed beneath his boots and yours, he walked over to a few bags of dry concreate leaned up against the house next to some buckets.

"Know how to pour concrete?" he questioned and you didn't think he was being serious but given how you we're dressed, you sure looked like someone who knew how to pour concrete.

"Yeah, I do. Got my building permit back in '96," you joked and instead of laughing, he stopped walking and turned around to give you a peculiar look.

You thought it was funny at least. He sighed when you gulped and averting your gaze, he turned back around and pointed to a bag.

"Can you lift that?" he inquired, you met him with a nod as you reached for the concreate.

He held the bucket steady for you, slightly hunched over as he watched you pour it in. The powder came up in his face but he wasn't bothered by it. When you had enough in there, he let go but as you filled it up, the bag became lighter and subjected to the tremors of your bad arm. You started to shake, spilling some of the concrete outside the bucket. Joel looked at you, squinting after a minute because he didn't notice it at first, not until you we're cursing and apologizing under your breath.

He didn'y say anything, he was clearly a man of few words anyway. Though he did place his hand on the bag, holding it steady and directing it over the bucket so it stopped spilling. You said "thank you" under your breath, meekly and shyly because you we're embarssed that this effected your life so much.

Everything after that kind of just blended together for you, he was talking only when he had to explain the steps to you on how to do something but that was about it. Unfortunately for you, most of it went in one ear and out the other, you we're too busy being overly aware of your trembling arm. Before you knew it, Joel was already having you watch him work on building the perimeter of the porch.

"Did you want to look at the records?" you blurted while he was in the middle of drilling into the wood.

He stops the pulsing of the button and turns his head to you.

"Right now?" he asks and you nod.

"Not interested in this, are ya?" he lets out half a chuckle when you shake your head and he sets the drill down.

"Got the idea you weren't," he ducked under the foundation of the porch and used the rag in his pocket to wipe of his hands while following you through the garage, inside your home and down the steps of the basement. The boards creaked beneath the both of you, you ran your hand along the wall until you found the switch and flipped it on.

"They're just over here," you murmured and went to the corner of the basement, your boots hitting against the concreate floor.

You stood in front of one box stacked on top of two more, lined down to the right where Joel stood next to you we're several more boxes. You opened up the first one and he stood close by, just to look into the box. You stepped back a little when his arm brushed against yours and not even a minute in, he found one he wanted.

"Thank you,"

"That's it? I've got like...six boxes of just records and you only want one? I don't...I don't have anything else to give you for building me a porch, Joel," you stammered and he returned back to the boxes even though he looked content with just his one.

"How many can I take?"

"As many as you want. I don't have a record player so...I'm not using them," you shrugged and he just grunted in approval.

To make things less awkward with you just standing there, you walked over to the left and busied yourself by clearing out more of the boxes. They we're filled with mostly random stuff like lamps, clocks, more clothes and other little trinkets. You could hear Joel rummaging through the box, his pile of records slowly piling up ontop of a seprate box. Two of you didn't bother making any conversation, you saw no reason to either.

Though you'd begun to remember how hot it got in the basement. You managed to find a tank top in the attic, more like a wife-beater than anything with it's thicker straps but it fit pretty well. You we're in need of some clothing like this with spring on the rise and summer approaching after. You got your hands out of the mess of the boxes and you looked down to begin unbuttoning your flannel, you pulled it off and set it aside. You stood there in your white tank top, it was a little see through but with the dimness of the basement light you didn't think it was all that obvious.

But it was obvious to Joel when he happened to look over his shoulder, his words catching in his throat when he got a look at you. He let his eyes linger for a second and then turned his head back around. He cleared his throat with a small cough and shook his head while grabbing more records.

"Shit, woman...don't think you should be givin' these to me for free," he chuckles while holding up a record with a cover you'd never seen before.

"I'm not. You're putting up the porch and teaching me the basics of car maintenance, remember?"

"That's not worth half of what it feels like to listen this," he says softly, looking at the record cover in absolute awe.

"Who even is that?" you paused and tilted your head to the side, not recognizing the name.

"You kiddin'? You don't know who Pearl Jam is?" he scoffs slightly, his expression deepens when he's met with silence from you.

"No..."

"Ah, hell...I mean even Ellie know's—"

"Well Ellie lives with you so that's not really fair, is it?" you cut off with a dramatic tilt of your head.

"'ts no excuse. This is art right here and you're just...givin' it to me,"

"Would it make you feel better if I asked you for something else? A favor?" you turned around fully, hoping he might actually be inclined to do this for you.

"I'm listenin'," he sets down the record and turns his head over to you.

You fidget with your fingers, taking a deep breath because you know he and Tommy are close and Tommy would never approve of this. You gulp as you look at him staring at you with those eyes of his, dark and sharp, he's older but he's got more than just his wits about him and you know that. It frightens you a little, especially given how wrong this could go.

"I want to go outside the walls of Jackson...I know your Tommy's brother and I figure—"

"That I can sneak you out?" he finishes your sentence for you and you nod slowly, despite feeling like you know the answer already.

He leaned to the right side, his thumb tucked behind his belt as he looked at you with a slight squint.

"Why do you want to go out there?" he tilts his head up a little with curiosity and you find yourself not even wanting to share why, it feels too tender still.

"Can you help me or not?" you huff, crossing your arms over your chest out of nervousness.

"You'll answer my question first...I'm the one you're askin' favors as dangerous as that from," he licks his lip and stands firm, not necessarily tall as his weight is still leaned to the left off his bad leg.

You look off to the side, gathering a bit of composure as you practically open up an old wound, one that's not even fully healed and you don't think it ever will be. But this might help...and he's you only chance at this.

"I need something from the home I used to live in...before I came here. It's not...far, it's just up in the mountains," you can feel your throat closing up as you speak but you do your best to sound sure, firm and ready.

He stares at you for a long while, not saying anything. He finally leans against the boxes and folds his arms over his chest before dropping his head with a loud and exhausted sigh. He lifts his hand and rubs his hand over his face before brushing it through his hair.

"On one condition," his voice is as hoarse as every, probably dry from the basement air but he seems broody all the same.

"I can get you out but that's on a promise to my brother...that we're stopping by an abandoned town, on the other side of the mountain. I agreed to it before everything went down but I intend on keeping my word so if that doesn't work for you then—"

"When do we leave?" you cut off, he pauses for a second to see if you're really serious about this.

"After I've finished listening to this album," he nods his head towards the stack of records and you nod slowly.

"But I've got a few rules if we're doin' this," he stops leaning on the box and stands up straight, slowly making his way towards you.

"Which are?" you try not to smile at the fact that he's actually going to help you, just to be met with the sharp edges of his clenched jaw, the veins of his forearm peeking out with his clenched fist and his wide shoulders blocking the light behind him.

"First off, when we're out there, I don't you questionin' me...at all. I know what I'm doing, I've been on patrols, you haven't."

"Okay..." you gulp as he makes another step towards you, suddenly you're reminded of why when people talk about him, "unfriendly" is a word often used.

"Secondly, what I say goes. You listen me and what I tell you to do," he says harshly, reminding you of why "hard-ass" is also used when people talk about him.

"And finally...Tommy told me about the shit you pulled when he took you out there. You pull some shit like that with me? I won't save your ass, I will let the clickers,runners—whatever, get you and I won't feel bad about it." he's standing right in front of you, his jaw ticks and his brows are narrowed like his eyes.

He holds his eye contact with you for a minute of just pure silence aside from the sound of your breathing. You're not sure why you didn't think that Tommy would have told him about your recklessness outside the walls but you're even more unsure why Joel would want to tak you even though he knows. With him this close you we're able to get a good look at the scar across his nose bridge, you hadn't noticed it before with all the swelling and other wounds he once had. Though you knew he probably still carried that with him in his back pocket, right next to his cigarettes.

"I told him I gave him permission to shoot me, should I be bit...I give you that right too," you kept your head up, not looking down despite how nervous you felt.

"Yeah I know what you told him...didn't need to "give" me that right, I woulda done it without your permission. That's just how I am...you need to know that if we're gonna do this. So...are you still wantin' to do this?" he gaze flickers down and then back up, you're not sure what he was looking at but that wasn't really on your mind.

The way he looked like he already wanted to shoot you for what you said to Tommy concerned you more.

"Yes." you agreed and only then does he step back a little, giving you space.

"Start packing. I don't like waiting...I'll come get you when it's time to go," he mutters before walking back to the albums, grabbing them and letting himself out by fleeing upstairs.

For the rest of your afternoon and evening for that matter, you spent it packing what you could fit into the bookbag you'd found laying around under an old box. It was normal sized but you didn't know it would enough for how long you we're leaving, however long that was. To be quite honest, you didn't mind asking him because you thought you we're just going up the mountain to your old house and that was an easy enough trip. But going to the other side of the mountain? You thought Joel seemed a little too old to making trips like those, especially with the injuries he suffered, they still lingered about him but who you we're to talk? You just hoped that little fit you having a shaky aim was over with by now.

You tried to prepare yourself for how much of a hard-asshe actually was but there wasn't much you could really "prepare" yourself with. You just told yourself to roll with the punches and not take him too serious, even though he was a very serious man. A heavier coat calls your name, going up the mountain calls for that so you find an oversized leather jacket and slip it on over your flannel. You look at yourself in the mirror and sigh, you hate that you feel like you're dressing up as Joel and ever other man in Jackson. But it's all you had so you made do with it.

You find yourself just sitting, waiting around for Joel to come get you. A nap would be nice but you knew how that would go. The clock struck 7:45 and Joel was there knocking on your door. You perked right up with your bookbag and headed out, joining him standing by your unfinished porch.

"Let's go," is all he says to you, jerking his head towards the street.

You follow behind him, he walks faster than he ever has and you can already sense the irritation he feels. Unfortunately, you took that as a sign he was going to be especially hard ass-y. Still, you shrugged it off and followed him to the horses he had waiting just in front of the entrance by the walls. He grabbed the reins of his horse before before he could mount, you both turned your head to his name being called.

"Joel!" Ellie shouts, slightly rushing forward with a woman (Dina, you think?), behind her.

Joel, for the first time, looks taken off guard, he gets as stiff as a board, clearly not expecting her.

"Tommy just told me you're going out, to the other side of the mountain," Ellie catches up and stops just a few feet away from him.

"Yeah...I am," he clears his throat and avoids her gaze.

"You weren't gonna say goodbye? Say anything?" she questions, her voice growing softer as her eyes become glossy with hurt.

"Didn't wanna bother you, kiddo...that's all," he still looks off to the side rather than at her.

Ellie looks up at you sitting ontop of your horse, she sighs, telling you something with her eyes that you can't quite read.

"Fine...whatever," she scoffs when she looks at him again before turning around and walking right past Dina to leave.

Joel stands there for a few beats, watching her walk away. Instead of calling out to her, he mounts his horse and keep's it moving. You don't dare say anything about it, offering your unwanted input. Instead you follow his horse through the opening doors that open up to outside of Jackson. You recognize your horse, it's the same one from last time that you feed whenever you can, his name is Snow, fitting given that he's all white but you found it a little lazy.

The silence bothers you and when you're bothered, you tend to get a little stupid. A least stupid in this case, especially with Joel.

"Why didn't you tell Ellie we we're going?" you inquired curiously.

"Why don't you mind your business?" he scoffs sharply.

You should have expected that. You didn't deserve it but you did in a way. Their relationship was a mystery, you haven't been here that long and certainly not long enough to pry like that. Still, a part of you felt like even if you had been here long, prying at Joel was like trying to pry open your hands if they we're superglued together.

Joel can't be bothered by you, not when the look on Ellie's face weighs heavily on his mind. But he needs this. He needs to feel needed, even though you we're satisfying that for him with all that teaching and fixing he was doing. But going outside the walls? That was Joel Miller a hundred percent, Joel Miller before Abby damn near smashed his skull open. Joel Miller before he had to relearn basic motor skills until it all came back to him but he still wasn't a hundred precent healed. Unlike you, he actually went to his physical therapy even though he hated it.

He still kept his broad heavy shoulders but he didn't stand as tall as before, his knees popped more than they used to but only if he didn't stretch in the mornings. His eyes felt heavier, but that was debateable if it was because of his age or because he wasn't sleeping. Nightmares of being half beaten to death while Ellie watched still occupied his mind, at all hours of the day. He needed this.

Sure, taking you out was a big risk but your regard for your life became little and less after the loss of your father. He had no problem shooting you if shit got out of hand and that made this whole trip feel better for him, made him feel like doing this for his own sake would be worth it even if you got caught in the crossfire of your own stupidty. our stupidity wasn't his buisness unless you made it his and if that was the case well...he'd kill you just like he said.

You ride, not really together but still side by side. He doesn't speak and neither do you, doesn't even look your way. When a branch snaps, an animal squeaks or a bird chirps, he's focus intensifies but that's about it. After only a few hours of riding, he pulls off the main path up the mountain but you don't follow him, you're confused.

"Where are we—"

"Rules." he interrupts, that's all he says to remind of you of his first rule, "no questioning me.". You roll your eyes and follow him, the sun was just about all the way set and darkness had taken over by the time you reached the place he took you to, a small wooden cabin. You hear keys jingle in his pocket before he stows his horse nearby and you dismount to do the same. You want to ask about the cabin but you don't feel like being interrupted rudely again so you just go with it.

To keep your mind busy, you wonder about Ellie and his relationship. She says that he's not her dad but they sure speak to each other in a fatherly-daughter manner. You know people have all kinds of situations here but you're just nosey, you'd spent the last twenty years with your dad being your sole company. Now there was a whole town full of company, company that just didn't want to talk to you. Spring nights are cold, especially up in the mountains so you shiver a bit and tighten your jacket around you. It's loose so a lot of air gets up there trying to freeze you to death.

"I'll take first watch. You sleep," he opens the door to the cabin and tries to hand you the latern in his hands.

You nearly agree almost instantly but then the reminders of the fact that you hardly sleep brush against you and you step back from him.

"That's not necessary...I don't mind taking first watc—"

"I wasn't asking." he cuts off sharply, the grumple in his voice has you feel heat where you need it least.

"I wasn't asking either, asshole." The words spill out from your lips like wine, just like how bad decisions spill out of you when you have too much wine.

He cocks a brow, his jaw ticking before he says absolutely nothing else and just walks inside the cabin, slamming the door after himself. He leaves the lantern on a desk or side table of some sort, you can see it through the curtainless window.

You look around, trying to find a log that looks somewhat comfrotable to sit on. You find one not to far from the horses which makes you feel even better. You've got your gun tucked in the back of your pants and even though it's silent, the noises of the night soothe you in a way. You don't have to hear Joel being an asshole and you while sitting you find the strength to find other things to distract you from the screams of your father you hear almost always.

While looking around, your eyes settle on the window of the cabin. Joel's standing, his back facing you and the window as he removes his shirt. His back is broad even this far away, he has more muscles than you thought. They flex when he get's his shirt all the way off, his tanned skin flourishing against the warm light of the latern. It's only when he starts reaching at the front of his jeans that you realize you're staring.

You whip your head in the other direction, staring at a very boring tree instead. You wait until you think he's done or at least moved from the window before you look over your shoulder. The latern is off and you can't see anything inside the cabin. As you're sitting there, you decide to get up and at the very least somewhat patrol the perimeter. You do just that, keeping close by the horses though.

AN hour in and everythin is fine, no strange noises...not until about half an hour later. Both of the horses perk their heads up from munching on some grass, they look to the left and you do the same. You watch closely, pulling your gun out from behind your back and clutching it tightly. You we're no stranger to using a gun and you guessed Joel knew that given that he never asked if you knew how to use one. You creeped up slow and calculated, you we're careful not to step on any big branches.

You we're approaching expecting a clicker or a runner and that's exactly what you got. A runner rushes the horses, not you, the horses. It jumps onto the back of your horse, snow, and bites down while ripping into it's sides. You run like a fool, rushing the runner instead of shooting it where you stood but something about it attacking the horse and not you upset you beyond words. You clutched the gun and raised it but before you could shoot, with Snow's bucking it was thrown off and onto you instead.

You're knocked down onto the ground, the gun falling out of your hand. This runner has more strength than ever, more strength than one you've ever encountered. You can't see, can't reach for your gun but up your sleeve is a blade. You're pushing the runner back, keeping it from tearing into your neck. You have half a second to let go so you can grip the blade and jam it into it's neck. And you do that. You bet your life on the blade up your sleeve and you win.

Your's father's screamins mix with the wailing and shrieking of the horses, the bucking of Joel's horse and the collapsing of yours. You don't stab once, you stab over and over and over again into the neck of the runner. Blood is spraying all over you, covering you in a way that's familiar. You're stabbing so much you don't even realizing that you're sobbing, you can hear his screams and the shrieking of Snow.

You shove the runner off of you, knowing that it's more than dead. You crawl, unable to feel your legs from the pain maybe or the way you'd been caught completely off guard. You landed badly on your ankle when the runner jumped on you. Your tears spill from your eyes as you crawl over to Snow, still shrieking with his guts spilled out from the runner. You force yourself to sit up, lifting his head to put on your lap.

You don't even hear the cabin door open, Joel rushing out in nothing more than a different pair of jeans and a fresh black t-shirt. He's got his gun held up, you're cradiling Snow's head as the tears pour uncontrollably.

"Shh...shhh," you whisper while brushing his mane softly, it tangles between your fingers.

You don't even see Snow anymore, you see your father's lifeless body with his guts spilled open just the same. Snow calms down but still makes noise, you raise the gun but keep it out of his sight so he doesn't see it coming. Your sob's don't stop even when you pull the trigger. Snow stops moving and so does the world, you lean down and kiss his soft face.

"I'm sorry...I'm sorry, dad." you whisper shakingly and Joel approaches slow and calculated.

You look up when you hear him step on a branch, only to find that the runner you thought he was standing over, isn't a runner at all. It's a mountain lion. There was no runner, your father isn't in front of you either. You gulp, looking between Snow on your lap and the death mountain lion and now Joel looking at you sitting there with blood all over you. He lower's his gun and rubs his rough hand over his beard with wide eyes at the sight of you.

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ihavenoideawhatiamdoingjustgay2 · 1 month ago

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Wrapped in Silk and Ruffles

Trope : Fluff

Summary : Going shopping with your Wife, Argus

Notes : Fluff, shopping, domestic fluff, yeah I love angst yk, established relationship, gave my best to write her in character

Word count : 1,195

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Fresh air whipped into your face that was set towards the open car window and blue sky, the cruel texas sun was hitting the whole area hard, but you were save within her pick up truck.

"Could ya close the window, it's getting too cold."

Argus. You yawned, before doing as asked, using the lever, winding it backwards.

"N' could you not put your feet up there?"

You sighed, putting them down. "You love this car more than you love me.", you mumble, effectively making her chuckle. "I wonder why you haven't named it yet…"

"That'd be stupid.", she answered, stopping in front of the concrete road, checking for any other drivers, before turning left.

"You didn't deny the love part."

"I didn't marry my car, now did I?", she asked, showing off her silver ring.

You humm in thougth, looking at the matching one resting on your ring finger. "I guess you did not.", one could hear the grin on your face, it infected her.

"Now, do you have the list?"

You scramble through your pockets, emptying them from old candy wraps, receipts, small scissors an eraser-

"How 'bout sorting through that, ey?", she asked, watching you put it all on your lap, looking for the list.

"How 'bout you look at the street, ey?", you mock her.

"Sorry sugar, didn't know you were in a mood today.", she said.

"I'm in a perfect mood!", you dissagreed, unfurling a neatly folded paper. It read :

Shopping list

2x cigarettes

3x bread

2x cereal

3x chicken food

4x hay

1x shopping with Wife

"Shopping?", she fetched it of your hands, looking at you with a crocked brow.

You shrug. "You wrote that down."

"I don't remember usin' a pink pencil."

You shrug again and lean back. "Well, it's on the list~"

She chuckled, rolling her eyes. "Alrigth then."

It took you maybe ten more minutes - and a lot more bickering - to arrive at your first stop. You went through the alleys harboring food, sweets, some magazines, frozen stuff and what not while pushing the cart in front of you like a stroller. You already got the bread, issue was the cereal. They didn't have Argus favorite, again.

"Annoying…", she mumbled, throwing two from another brand in.

"I'm sure they have your cigs though.", you say, pushing towards the small line forming in front of the register.

She grumbled something underneath her breath like "They better." You kissed her cheek, ignoring onlookers. It made her less grumpy and when she bougth the cigs she was back to her normal self.

You stared at the clothing shop just down the street meanwhile. "Argus~" you were drawing out her name while slowly turning to her, your finger was twirling your hair and you gave her your best doe eyes. She meanwhile had her eyes closed, still puffing out smoke in her dark corner.

"Nu-uh, sugar, not happening yet."

You sighed, slaming the back of the car shut. Of course, first the necessities. But then you could have what you want, shopping with your dear Wife. She'd mostly just grumble the entire time but… "Ok, let's hurry up to the pet store then!"

You grabed hand and pulled her along, barely giving her any time to finish her cigar.

"Damn you, Woman.", she grumbled and it made you laugh.

Your hands hurried through the clothing racks, in the end, you decided on a thrift store, having seen a cute dress, that Argus had now slung over her arm.

"You think this is practical for the farm?", she asked, looking at the ruffled skirts.

"Wasn't thinking about the farm when I saw it.", you mumble, putting a jeans jacket with some sewn on patterns on Argus arm. "I should get some thighs too.", when you turned around, she seemed to think.

"What's it?"

"For what else would you use it?"

You snort, before whispering "Anniversary.", into her ear as you were passing by her, you had set your eyes on some nice jeans.

"Maybe we should get some of these for you too. They seem your style."

She was slowly turning around now. "Huh, yeah sure…", her gaze was still far away.

You crocked a brow. "Argus, did you forget-"

"Oh, dolly, I'd never forget~", she said, coming quickly to burry her face into your neck. "The day I married you was the happiest day of my life.", you smile, looking through the different kinds of pants. "I just thougth about what restaurant to go to."

You hummed, leaning into her. "I was about to go crazy mad…" you smile, picking out a pair for yourself and one for her.

"I think I saw some cute necklaces too~" you humm, walking rigth out of her arms and into a corner full of shiny accessories.

"N' there she goes…" Argus said, but her tone wasn't malicious, instead she was smiling.

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"Is it cute?"

She had her eyes rake over your form "You can bet the farm on it."

You turned to look at yourself in the mirror, it really did look good on you. "Then, I'll buy it.", you say, going back to undress. "And it's only like twenty bucks!", you tell her, checking the price. "Maybe I should get one of those belts too, what do you say?", you come out, watching Argus going through a few of them already. "Found something?"

She nodded, pulling out a bigger one. "Imma wait out here for you while you try em' on, ok?"

"You can already go and pay, sweetheart.", she gave you her wallet, an old leather-y thing, it's corners were rubbed open and you saw a few coins pocking out. "Maybe we'll get you a new wallet while we're at it."

"Don't fix what's broken, they say." she calls as she closes the courtain.

You roll your eyes, trying to get her to replace something was like preaching to a choir. Useless. That's also the case with the car, the first time you suggested it may be time to replace it she looked at you as if you were some kind of alien. You slapped the money on the counter. Typically Argus. You felt a hand on your lower back, at first you were surprised, but that subsided once you saw her leaning in, putting both pants and the belt on the counter. "That too.", you added the money.

Everything fit into the bag just nicely.

"What was that?" Argus leaned over your shoulder, her eye trying to look under the clothing.

You blushed. "That's a surprise for the anniversary. Must've forgotten to put it into the closet."

She followed you out of the store, stopping your escape by grabing one of your belt hoops. "Not so fast now, missy.", she said, pulling you back. "Is that what you were out for last week?"

"Maybe…" you grin, slinging yourself out of her grasp by quickly turning and walking backwards. "But I guess…you'll just have to wait till' next week to see it.", your walk turned to happy stroll as you left Argus standing in front of the thrift store.

"Damn you, Woman.", she whispered, following you back to the car.

#reverse 1999 x reader #reverse1999 #argus x reader #argus reverse 1999 #ao3 author #ao3fic #fluffy fanfic #domestic fluff #r1999 x you

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nonscathingbullets · 4 months ago

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Time to Take Her Home

Darry x Reader

⚠️Warnings: Fighting, violence, cussing, future smut, so minors DNI!!⚠️

Part 1

You had gotten off early from your job on the assembly line, and you began making your way back home. Subtle grease marks graced your brow as you dragged your feet tirelessly down the road. As you walked, you saw a familiar man up on the roof of a house nailing down shingles. You recognized him as Darrel Curtis. You didn't really speak to him, for no other reason than you just didn't really cross paths. Or at least that was the case until today. He was climbing down the latter to the house as you passed by and immediately took notice of you.

"Hey there," he greeted, putting his out for you to shake. "Names Darrel, but most people just call me Darry. I've seen you 'round here but never really got around to sayin' hi." You paused, a bit startled by his abrupt introduction. You snapped your head up, looking at him with tired eyes. You had to admit, he was rather handsome. His brown hair jutted out at the front of his head, and the sides were combed back and greased into place as the rest fell messily at the back of his neck. His eyes were an icy blue-green, and that intrigued you grately. You took his hand, shaking it firmly.

"Oh, nice to meet you, Darry. I'm Y/N L/N. Sorry if I'm a bit out of it. Long day at work," you said, brushing some dust off your work duds. He raised an eyebrow at you, a smile on his face.

"I can see that. We'll, I just live down the street from ya'. Don't be shy to pop on in once in a while. I got two younger brothers, Soda and Ponyboy." You stifled a small laugh.

"Interesting names... and here you got stuck with 'Darrel'," you joked, causing him to laugh softly.

"Yeah, our father was very interesting. I suppose he knew I'd be man of the house, so he gave me a 'man of the house' name," he explained, a slight sadness behind his smile. You already knew about his parents, hell, everyone did. You felt sorry that he had been burdened with taking on so much responsibility when he had turned twenty. That was at least something you definitely could relate to. The only difference was that you didn't have anyone but yourself to take care of. Sometimes, even that felt like too much.

"Well, from what I can tell you're doing a hell of a job," you said encouragingly, your eyes softening with kindness. His smile grew wider ever so slightly.

"I appreciate ya saying so... Say, you'd better get on home. It'll get dark soon, and you shouldn't be walking by yourself at night," he pointed out, causing you to look up at the sky. He was right. The sun was starting to sink behind the horizon. "I'd offer to walk ya, but I still got some work to finish."

"Don't worry about it, Darry. I'm tougher than I look. Promise," you retorted, grinning up at him. He merely shook his head with a small chuckle.

"Just stay safe."

Lucky for you, the neighborhood you shared with Darry was only a couple blocks away, and you made it home just in time. The next day, you spotted Darry leaving his house as you walked by. "Hey!" You shouted excitedly, running up to him. You didn't really know many people around other than Buck, so you were happy to have met someone else. He snapped his head in the direction of your voice and smiled when he saw you.

"Mornin'" he greeted as he made his way to his car. "Need a ride? 'S not far," he offered. Your smile wide.

"You sure? That'd be great!" You squealed. You were relieved not to have to walk all the way there for once.

"Of course... you uhm... shouldn't be walkin' by your lonesome," he said, rubbing the back of his neck.

The ride there was mostly silent with some small talk here and there. He talked about his brothers and all the hell they had just gone through, and you talked about running away from home to start a new life for yourself. Your parents had two kids. Your sister got everything, and you got treated like you didn't even exist, and the times you did get noticed, it was getting screamed at for doing something wrong. As you spoke, Darry couldn't help but stare at you with admiration. Not only did you run away as soon as you could. You found a place to live and a job that you'd been working all on your own since you were seventeen. You were now twenty-two, only a year, his senior. You were something else.

He pulled up beside the factory, and you thanked him quickly before hopping out and heading over to the doors. Darry made sure she made it inside before pulling away and heading to his own job. As soon as you walked in, you saw your manager standing front and center. You looked around confused as there was no one else in sight. "No point in getting on that line today, L/N," he blurted out. You raised an eyebrow at him.

"Why not? Where is everyone?" You questioned, your eyes still darting around the room, studying the empty spaces near the equipment.

"Factory's shut down for today... maybe even tomorrow. Line's keep stalling. I'm having em serviced. Hopefully, they'll be up 'n running soon," he explained, placing an unlit cigarette in his mouth.

"So what does that mean? I'm missing two whole days of pay??" You huffed out, frustrated.

"You and over two hundred more employees... look, it seems like a simple fix. I'll give you a call tomorrow if we're back up and running. In the meantime, you'll just have to go on home," he said sympathetically. You sighed again and thanked him before leaving and beginning the walk back to your house, grumbling under your breath the whole way. You turned onto the street Darry was working on when you felt a pair of eyes on your back, making you freeze dead in your tracks. Ever so cautiously, you turned around, coming face to chest with a tall, slightly chubby man in a brown leather jacket and Levi's with a chain attacked to the belt loops. You recognized him immediately, as well as the thugs that made up his little 'gang'.

"This ain't your street, Freddie. Hell, this ain't even your town," you spat. "Get lost!" He stepped closer to you along with the rest of them.

"No, no. Ya see, that's not how this works, mama. Not with people who owe me... and YOU owe me," he said smoothly yet sinisterly. You stood up straight, digging your heels into the ground.

"I don't owe you shit!" You sneered. "That money was a gift from your father asshole! It was to help me move." He grabbed a strand of your hair, gently twirling it in his fingers, causing you to stiffen.

"See, that's where we have a problem. That money happened to be part of my inheritance. And now that the old man's finally gone, I want back what mine," he responded cooly. You gritted your teeth as your whole body got hot with rage.

"Get the hell off of me right now, or I swear to God," you seethed, reaching into the front pocket of your work jumper.

"What the hell do you think your doin'?" Darry's voice rang from beside you. He was staring Freddie down with those icy eyes of his. Freddie was unfazed as he caressed your shoulder. Malice ever present in his touch.

"I'm getting what rightfully belongs to me... one way or another," he spat back at Darry. Darry puffed his chest up and rolled the sleeves of his black shirt over his shoulders.

"I told you not to touch me scumbag!" You yelled, grabbing the brown switchblade out from your pocket and flicking it out. Darry jumped back in shock. From the looks of you, he never would have guessed you walked around with a blade. Freddie stepped off but only slightly. His hand remained on your shoulder, but his body froze. "Now, I suggest you take your filthy hand off of me unless you wanna lose all your fingers," you threatened harshly. He let out a small noise of what you could only assume was fright as he quickly removed his hand. "As for the rest of you, kindly leave this street and this town NOW before a gut every single one of ya. And that's a promise." You peeked over a Darry in your periphery. His eyes were wide, and his mouth hung open slightly.

"Whatever... not worth it anyway. Come on, guys. Get a move on," Freddie grumbled, waving everyone off while he followed close behind. Once they were out of sight, you put your knife away, heaving a huge sigh of relief.

"Jesus Christ," you grumbled, looking over at Darry. "That guy comes 'round here again, and I'll kill him." Darry straightened up, his eyes softening as he looked at you. He was absolutely amazed in all the best ways.

"What the hell was that?" He asked, slight amusement in his voice. You turned around with him, you both walking towards the house he had been working on. "I mean... that blade..." You giggled softly.

"Don't worry about it, Darry. It's just Freddie and his band of bums. They're from Barnsdall. His Dad was a really kind man. Helped me out when I needed to leave. I'm not sure how someone so kind can have such an asshole for a son." He grabbed onto the latter by the house, climbing uo a couple rungs.

"Look, I'm off early today. I'm 'bout finished with the roof here. If you wanna hang out for a bit, I'll walk you home after," he offered. "Not that you need me to," he smirked. You smiled wide at him as he began making his way back up to the roof. You couldn't lie. You were definitely checking him out. Especially now that his muscles were on display.

"Sounds good. Only if you don't mind," you called up at him.

#darry curtis x reader #darry curtis fanfic #darry curtis #darry the outsiders #the outsiders 1983 #the outsiders se hinton #darrel curtis x reader #darrel curtis #the outsiders #the outsiders fanfiction #the outsiders fandom #sodapop curtis #ponyboy curtis #steve randle #johnny cade #fanfiction

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thelampisaflashlight · 8 months ago

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Lakeside

[This got longer than expected. Dew gets introspective with Rain.] Below the cut.

Dew lays sprawled out on the dock, legs dangling off the end just above the water, a hand thrown over his face to block out the sunlight filtering through the clouds, turning his head slightly when he hears Rain approaching and giving a little huff of acknowledgement.

"Feeling alright?" Rain questions, crouching down beside his friend, deliberately leaning over him to cast his shadow over his form.

"Not really, no." Dew mumbles, "I came out here to get some fresh air, but... I dunno. Head hurts from thinking too hard about bullshit, and I just... It's nice out here, cold, but nice. Calm, quiet..."

"Did something happen?" Rain asks, moving to lay down next to him.

"Ehn... Yes and no." he says, closing his eyes and letting his hand fall slack at his side, "Talked to Aether about some stuff... feelings stuff. We're good."

"But?"

"...When you..." Dew bites his lip, "D'you think Mount and me come off a-a certain kind of way?"

Rain rolls onto his side, propping his head up with his palm.

"Like, gay?"

"I mean, I guess that's what I'm..." Dew makes a grumbling noise in the back of his throat, "If I said that wasn't the case, what'd you think?"

"That you're not gay or that the two of you aren't an item?"

"See that's-" The other ghoul finally sits up, running a hand through his hair, "It's not that I'm NOT, ya know, into dudes I'm just... It's complicated, and, like, with Aeth, people thought we were a thing for a while but we weren't, and then with Mount, we're buddies and all, but he isn't into me like that, and he's not totally my type, and I just..."

Dew shakes his head.

"Why is it that when it's ME in these kinds of situations that people think I'm dating my friends?"

Rain shifts and sits up as well, shrugging, "Honestly, I couldn't tell you why. I guess, maybe, people see that you're happy or comfortable around someone and they just assume... You know. That you're into them, maybe."

"But they don't do it when I'm around Cumulus or Cirrus, now do they?" Dew points out, "Why's it only when I'm friendly with a guy?"

The water ghoul clicks his tongue.

"What?"

"Real talk?"

"Noo... Don't do this, come on-"

"Dew, I'm gonna have to level with you." Rain starts, placing a hand on his shoulder, "When you like a woman, it's obvious, yeah?"

"Yeah...?"

"When you like a guy... it's really, really obvious."

Dew scoffs, "No it's not-"

"The waiter at that restaurant in Spain, who you kept eyeballing all night."

"Now hold on, I just wanted free tapas-"

"That time that guy at the bar rolled up his sleeves and you almost passed out because all the blood rushed from your head to your-"

"Hey, that was objectively sexy-"

Rain snorts, "I'm not arguing with you, I'm just saying that compared to how you treat women -which, you know, you're respectful and that ain't a bad thing- you treat men more like... like something you wanna fuck, I guess... I dunno, I wanted to put it more eloquently than that, but that's pretty much the most straightforward way I could think to put it."

Dew tents his fingers, deep in thought.

"So what you're saying is that because I don't objectify women, but DO objectify men... people think I'm gay?"

Rain tilts his head and then shrugs.

"Are you saying you're not gay?"

"NO!" Dew shouts immediately, "I mean, no, but... maybe-Augh! I like both, I guess, I just... with women it's like... Women... ya know? And with men it's like... men."

Rain blinks.

"Jesus Christ..."

"Oi, no need for that kind of language now." Rain jokes, then clears his throat, "I kind of get what you're saying, I guess... You like women, you're attracted to them, but with guys it's more... physical, would you say?"

Dew makes a face and pinches the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger, the tips of his ears turning a bright shade of pink.

"I mean, yeah... Yeah, that'd be..." he swallows, "When you put it that way, it just sounds so... Don't tell anyone I told you about this."

Rain mimes zipping his mouth shut.

"Your secret is safe with me." he says, "But, Dew, there's nothing wrong with liking men, even if your attraction to them is different from the kind you feel towards a woman..."

"Thanks..."

"No problem."

Rain leans back on his hands.

"Question though."

"If you say something stupid right now, I'll smack you like I did Aether."

"When you think about yourself with a guy-"

"...Are you seriously asking me if I'm a top or a bottom right now?"

Rain gives him a once over before meeting his gaze.

"I was actually asking what your type is, I can already hazard a guess as to-OW! YOU BIT ME-"

#lamp writes #shitghosting #nameless ghouls #dewdrop ghoul #rain ghoul #ghost band #the band ghost #ghost bc

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twistedprince · 6 months ago

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Shark Bait (Dorian) and Obey Me! Shall We Date spoilers !!

Mkay ik the Shark Bait fandom is smoll (iz a game on an app called Dorian) but at the same time...

I kinda wanna make a Shark Bait x Obey Me fic

Like MC going through all the Shark Bait stuff n then going through all the obey me stuff

Lmfao just imagine lesson 16 n MC comes back and like-

MC: "This is my second time dying. Why have the gods put this upon me. At least last time it was for a good reason!"

Everyone else: "Wtf-"

And like MC first getting there be like

Diavolo: "You'll be staying at the House of Lamination so they can protect you and because you have no magic."

MC: "Dude, i was scarified to a narcissistic god, found out i have this thing called "ocean eyes" that make ocean deities horny, brought back to life by POSEIDON HIMSELF, had to give blood to lift the narcissistic god's curse, had to deal with a sadistic doctor who gave me a lust crest, i got attacked, a mage gave me a potion, i got unbelievable horny, shit doctor gave me potions to help, i made the mating season start earlier, had to take care of that, the narcissistic god trying to woo me, lifted his cursed, got kidnapped by an obsessive orca king who thought i was his love from years ago cuz i'm also blessed by Poseidon, three days later my shiver came to help, their was fighting, peace happened, i went back with my shiver, narcissistic god went to Olympus, i was chosen to lead the sharks while he was gone, and then nothing super crazy happened after that. But still- i have some magic and i have shark deities to handle."

Everyone: "..."

Lucifer: "Do you have any magic to defend yourself with?"

MC: "...Gimme a sword and i can defend myself."

Asmo: "Was the god successful at wooing you?"

MC: "Erm, i can't answer that."

But like yeah i just think it'd be fun. OH AND MC AND SOLOMON MEETING-

Solomon: "You know, you should really be more careful. The only reason more demons aren't trying to eat you is because they'd get in trouble."

MC: "Ehhh, i think it's because of my rune."

Solomon: "You're what?-"

MC: *Pulls out rune.* "My rune?"

Solomon: "...How did you get that?"

MC: "I waa given it."

Solomon: "I haven't seen a rune like that in ages. I thought you couldn't find then anymore.."

MC: "Oh.. Welp."

Solomon: "Interesting.. Who gave it to you?"

MC: "Some friends of mine."

Solomon: "Hmm.. Where did they get it?"

MC: "I dunno."

Solomon: "Well then, would you like to have lunch with me?"

MC: "Sure."

*During lunch*

Solomon: "...Really???"

MC: "Yup!"

Solomon: "So.. You're immortal and the leader of a bunch of shark deities?"

MC: "Yup!"

Solomon: "And you're friends with gods?"

MC: "More or less."

Solomon: "Ha.."

I feel like Solo was OOC there but eh whatevs- but still i just really think it'd be funny if that happened- OH OH OH AND WHAT IF WHEN MC N SOLO ARE VISITING THE CELESTIAL REALM THEY RUN INTO THE PREVIOUS OCEAN EYED HUMAN THAT STRYKER LOVED

Oms everytime i think of this idea i was think of MC meeting the other ocean eyed person. And everytime i make the previous one their great great great great great (idk how many greats) grandparent. Or ancestor idk the difference. But that'd mean the previous ocean eyed human had siblings so ye.

But yeah idk i just wanna make this idea even tho i have like 3 (maybe 4) other fics i need work on SOOOOOOOOOOO-

Yeah i need motivation n energy... Siiigh...

And i always delete my writing so erm yurrr

But anygays sorry for rambling/OOC stuff/grammer mistakes

BUT if i did write this depending if anyone were to read it- i may make MC an actual somewhat god🤭 maybe idrk, i'd have to do research to see if that's even POSSIBLE hahaaa but ya know-

And if it was then i'd make MC have to fight an ocean monster (cuz they're blessed by Poseidon so i'd have them be more connected to water n things) and kill it but MC actually does the secret option and tames it.

Uh yeah sry am rambling more-

BUT YEAH IDK HOW TO END THIS TAKES FOR READING HAVE NICE DAY/NIGHT/WHATEVER

#obey me! shall we date?#Obey Me #Rain Drop ideas #Shark Bait #Shark Bait Dorian #Obey Me x Shark Bait

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sirwadewilsonfromimgur · 6 months ago

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Deadpool and Wolverine:KCAU

in-between the scenes.

Authors note: after the last chapter and talking about things with @icarusredwings (who deserves credit for workshoping the premise for this), and @nuggetpool-hi , who was also surprised by Logans Monolog. I present this mini scene.

Kansas City Missouri Earth-10005 2065 December

James gets home from shopping with his dad and sisters. They're all ladened with bags. Wade carried a cartoonish amount insisting on only taking one trip from the car.

Most of the bags are emblazoned with the name Hall's, the department store owned by Hallmark. It was the closest thing Kansas City had to a 5th Avenue designer store carrying brands like Prada and Gucci. Logan cringed, knowing Wade had gone overboard for Christmas yet again.

James, after hiding the gift he'd gotten for Greg in the office, recruited him to go back to his bedroom and help wrap presents.

So how was your quiet afternoon with "The Wolverine" he said, the title with a humorous tone... I can see he didn't stab you. So you must have done something right...

It was fine... but I wouldn't call it quiet.

What do you mean?

The man monologed at me and drank jet fule for over an hour... for lack of a better word he trauma dumped... then he took me out to lunch at city market... that part was nice.

My father has never been a conversationallist, so i find that baffling... when I was a kid, he'd always been the strong, silent type... unless ya pissed him off.. Then he could tare a blue streek into you and make you feel about an inch tall...

So he never talks that much?

he usually only talks that much to raccoons...

Shocking *sarcastic tone*

James proceeds to tell Greg a story... wavey flashback effects open to a scene when James was about 15 years old. James needed a permission slip signed, and it had to be Logan. The school expressly forbid Wade from signing permission slips, report cards, or attending parent teacher night... Wade had no patience for anyone being critical of James, even if it was justified. The staff of the very expensive private school did not appreciate having bricks with threatening notes attached thrown through their windows for the crime of giving the son of the local corporate war lord a B- in English... Wade may have also had some misdirected anger at educators from his youth.

Dad have you seen pops? I looked in the office and I can't find him. I need him to sign something for me.

*Sigh* have you gone out to the parking garage and checked the dumpster?

why?

*Louder more exaggerated sigh* because he "likes" it... he's probably got a colony of feral cats he's made friends with... ask him for details beyond that... sometimes i just can't with that man... tell him dinner is almost ready too.

James baby, you're better off eating trash out the dumpster than whatever your nasty ass father is cooking. It smells like shit from here!

GOD DAMN IT GRANDMA! I've been slaving over a hot stove for an hour working on this chicken cacciatore and it smells fine!

More like chicken crap-a-tori!

How about I slap the taste out of your mouth, you old bitch then it won't be a problem!

I'd like to see you try ya big pussy! I'm ordering a pizza!

I sware on god Althea, I will shoot you!

The fighting continued, James shakes his head, puts on his coat and leaves the condo to go check the dumpster...

As he walked out there, he definitely heard the muffled sound of his father's voice coming from the dumpster...

Of course I love him, Anthony! That's the point, I'm terrible... im trash, and I don't deserve him.... no, no... I can't leave him, that'd make it worse, plus the kids... no. I'll just hang out here....

Dad! Are you in the dumpster...

No... .... yes.

Can you come out? i need you to sign something... are you ok?

Logan pops up out of the dumpster... throwing the lid back. His yellow and brown combat suit covered in (some else's) blood coffee grounds and a banana peel on his left shoulder.

Yeah... I'm fine, bub... it's just been a rough day, and I feel like garbage.

Who were you talking with?

Anthony.

As soon as his name was mentioned, a large raccoon jumped up on Logans right shoulder. He chittered at James a little but otherwise was docile and friendly... Logan had the uncanny ability to make friends with the wildlife... like a Disney princess with PTSD, a drinking problem, and nineteen inch biceps.

Papa... please sign this... also, don't feel like garbage... i know your job is hard, and we're all a little crazy around here... but you don't belong in a dumpster... no one belongs in a dumpster. Dad said dinner was almost ready. Let's go upstairs.

Logan holding back tears wondering how the fuck he and Wade made such a kind teenager got out of the dumpster...

Does Anthony bite?

Oh, absolutely... he should probably stay down here...

Taking the massive raccoon off his shoulder, he set him on top of the dumpster with a promise to bring him some trash later.

They got to the front door at almost the same time as a pizza delivery boy...

Fuck! Dad you got any cash!

Yeah, why...

Gimme $50

Logan hands his son a hundred, it's all he had.

Dad take this pizza inside and run interference.

Standing in the open door, James gives the delivery guy the money.

You Mr. Delivery guy here is cash plus tip I highly suggest you run as fast as you fuck'n can there might be gun play

Hearing this

Oh boy Gun play! *pulls out a glock*

God damn it, Ellie, we've talked about this!

IS THAT A FUCKING PIZZA!

Dude... run!

The End.

Next scene link below

#deadpool #poolverine #deadpool and wolverine #wolverine #deadpool x wolverine #logan wolverine #logan howlett #loganpool #wolverpool #deadclaws #deadpool and wolverine kansas city au #dr wilson #dr gregory house #house deadpool cross over au

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stupidvillainousposts · 8 months ago

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Maybe; only time will tell 🤫

For now, have the pups' first official interaction with Ford

Mabel: So, why do you look like that? Aren't you and Papa Stan twins? Shouldn't you look the same? Why are your ears like a human's? Where's your tail? Are you a vampire instead of a werewolf? I thought everyone in our family was supposed to be werewolves! Why do you-

Stan, picking Mabel up: Alright there, Pumpkin! That's enough questions to Ford for one day!

Mabel: But he didn't answer any of them!

Fidds, with Dipper by his side: Maybe 'cause ya didn't give 'im time to, sweetie.

Ford: *Chuckles Nervously* Yeah, that was certainly the fastest speed round of questions I've ever received.

Dipper, glaring at Ford: You've been all around the world and you haven't met anyone faster than Mabel at asking questions?

Ford: Not the world, the multiverse. I went in and out of dimensions and learned things that most people couldn't even dream of!

Dipper: Why didn't you take Papa Stan and Papa Fidds? You had all that fun without them! It sounds like you're a big jerk!

Ford, becoming visibly uncomfortable: Uh, well, you see... *Looks to Stan and Fidds for Mercy/Help*

Fidds, running a hand through Dipper's hair: Mason, hon, it ain't nice t' say somethin' like that t' someone ya don't know. Your Great Uncle Ford has been through a lot.

Dipper, hugging Fidds' leg: *Quietly* Whatever.

Stan: *Hums With Interest Before Dismissing the Behavior* Don't take any of that to heart, Pointdexter. Dipper's already pretty shy as is; We're workin' on it.

Ford: Shy... right. So, why do you call him Dipper while Fiddleford calls him Ma-

Dipper, snarling at Ford: SHUT UP! YOU DON'T GET TO CALL ME THAT!

Fidds: *Picks Dipper Up and Shushes Him* It's okay, honey, he didn't know. Calm down, yer gonna make yerself sick.

Ford, not understanding what he did wrong: Should I just... go to my room?

Stan, chuckling: *While Practically Juggling Mabel* Unless ya want more questions or a temper tantrum, I think that'd be best.

#Gravity Falls #Monster AU #Werewolf Gene AU #Dipper's Just Trying to be Intimidating #As You've Seen He Calms Down Substantially #To Him Human = Bad #So It's Understandable #Mabel's a Lot More Chill About the Matter #She Just Wants to Know Where Ford's Wolf Attributes Are #Are They Invisible???

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teacups-diary · 13 days ago

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Library Chronicles!! (Ponyboy Curtis x Reader)

Warnings: Fluff, mutual pining, awkward dialogue, Reader and Ponyboy are little stupids and I love them

Summary: Ponyboy comes to the library to read in peace, Reader came to write in peace, very cuteness

Notes: Wait I'm proud of this- this is cute (In my totally nonbiased opinion) enjoy!!

Being a bookworm like Ponyboy meant library books were the best invention ever (as long as he wasn't keeping said books too long and getting little fines for it), libraries are nice too, they're quiet, peaceful, the one in Tulsa is decently nice

The Librarians are sweet too, just old women and occasionally bored teens who're staying with their grandmothers and forced into hanging out at the library

The general layout was the bookshelves and then behind those there were a few desks or comfier seats you could study or write at, Ponyboy had taken to his little corner and stayed there, but someone else frequented he'd noticed more recently

And that was you, you'd been around the library plenty, never bothering to bother Ponyboy who always seems scarily immersed into his books, you wrote little pieces for girls who gave you money, usually about a decent dollar and hey, it's 1967, obviously you'd take it

Typically you wrote little love stories, ones that catered to girls or because the girl who asked for said story had all the romances removed from their homes thanks to prudy parents and such

Like today, you sat at one of the desks, eyes on the paper as you plotted a new little story for some Soc girl, your eyes still seemed to flit to Ponyboy who sat across the small room, reading some random book

You kept catching him flitting his gaze right back to you, green-brown eyes meeting your eyes before he'd bring his eyes right back to his book at the fact he got caught

You couldn't help but worry a little, had it got around to the boys in your town that you were writing stupid sappy little stories for an extra dollar and because you wanted to help out other girls?

Did Ponyboy know and think you were weird for that? Gosh did he think you were writing about him? Did he think you were a creep? You were totally spiraling mentally over this stupid boy

But you had no clue what Ponyboy had actually been thinking about you

That day Ponyboy went home, plopping on the Curtis home couch with a sigh like he has 'big kid problems' as Two-Bit teasingly called it, which made Darry who just got home perk up- Soda was dead asleep beside Ponyboy on the couch (my naptime king)

"Darry, how d'ya know if a broad likes ya back?" Ponyboy asks hesitantly, Darry pauses for a second, not all that used to being asked this stuff by Ponyboy before saying "Does she stare at you?"

"Yeah" Ponyboy nodded and Darry went on "Does she seem to laugh more when ya speak to her?"

"We've never really spoken" Ponyboy says with an embarrassed blank look, Darry raises an eyebrow slightly entertained and says "Yeah? That'd be a start then, Pone"

And Ponyboy knew what he had to do, he had to actually speak to you! The scariest task of them all if he was being real with himself

So, that next morning, it was a weekend, you were working on some writing, fiddling with the cap of your pen in one hand as your eyebrows furrowed in slight concentration, well, until you were snapped out of the zone

Ponyboy cleared his throat quietly, standing before you with a book in his hand before nodding to the desk "Mind if I take a seat?", you shake your head and give a small awkward but friendly smile as he sits down

"So, uh, you write?" Ponyboy questions, looking at you as you slowly, slowly move your arm so your words and paper is hidden from his line of sight, you nod a little and give a "Yeah"

"Cool, I like writing" Ponyboy nods a little back and you say "me too" which made you mentally facepalm hard enough you didn't notice his cheeks going slightly pink

"Sooo, what do you like writing?" Yeah that makes you freeze up, what do you even say? But hesitantly you tell the truth and say "I write romance and.. stuff.. sometimes sad stuff"

"Romance?" Ponyboy repeats raising an eyebrow and saying "I don't read much romance but that's cool" He was slowly getting more comfortable now

"Yeah, I give them to girls in our town.. there isn't much well, writing for girls written by girls- y'know?" You said, absolutely praying he would know and get what you meant, sighing out of relief when he nodded slightly enthusiastically

And before you knew it? You two had spent until dark talking about books and laughing quietly about writing and grammar, agreeing that this would be your table and where you two would sit from now

You even made him pinkie promise on that, he wouldn't lie, he silently vowed to never wash his pinkie again, while you obviously hadn't let him read your writing quite yet, hell he was excited for the rest of the weekend

Instead of silence in a room where it was just you two, now it was whispers and stupid giggles, he'd totally have to report back to the boys and tell them about how he managed to talk to a chick for once, and not just that, he'd have to include how damn gorgeous she is,

Notes: Oh I'm so making a part two (maybe probably) ALSO THANK YOU IF YOU READ THIS ALL MWAH I had a surprising amount of fun with this lol

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