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writingroom21 · 9 months ago

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The Nanny

Pairing: Rafe x Nanny Reader

Summary: Being Wheezie's nanny was great. The only downside was dealing with the oldest Cameron, Rafe. What happens when his fascination with the nanny becomes a reality?

Warnings: Angst, mention of drugs, (Let me know if I missed any)

Wc: 4.8K

A/N: Sorry for the shorter chapter. I got a stomach bug and it's been kicking my ass

Chapter 7: Will we ever be enough?

A thumping noise stirred you from your sleep. Footsteps make their way closer to the bed, quick steps slightly muffled. Crap did you not lock the door last night? The bed shifts right next to you, the person resting their weight there. Your eyes are screwed shut hoping that Rafe will go away and not bother you right now. “Hey get up.” The voice is feminine definitely not Rafe. Peaking one eye open you see Wheezie sitting in front of you. Jumping up, you give her a big hug, pulling her super close. “Jesus you’re going to squeeze me to death.”Even though she protests, her arms are squeezing you just as tight.

“Sorry I just missed you.” You say as you pull back. Looking at the alarm clock you see that it is nine in the morning. “What happened while I was gone?” Wheezie’s words cause you to freeze, shoulders tensing at the thought of the past week. “Why would you think that something happened?” Your words spew out more than coming out calmly like you intended. She just gives you a strange look, her eyes glint behind her glasses. Her stare is making you squirm in your spot, it’s like she was deciphering what was plaguing your mind.

“Well I have been gone a whole week so wanted to see what you were up to. But now I’m thinking something actually did happen.” Her look is questioning, wanting you to tell her what happened but mostly to see if she was right in her thoughts. One of her friends had texted her saying she saw you and Rafe together in his truck. She didn’t believe them at first, I mean come one there’s no way. Everything Rafe did seemed to annoy you, to be fair he had that effect on everyone. But to think that of you two together was weird, Wheezie wouldn’t mind it would just take some time to get used to.

“Nothing happened. It was a boring week without everyone.” You nonchalantly say, shrugging it off and getting up from the bed. Since everyone was back it’s best if you got ready and did something today. “So nothing made Rafe destroy part of the living room last night? Dad was pretty mad when he saw what Rafe did.” Your actions hault, the shirt in your hands slipping back to the drawer it came from. “Rafe did what?” You practically shout as you turn to her. “When we got home today dad found Rafe in the living room. It looked like he was throwing some stuff around last night. I’m surprised that his yelling didn’t wake you up.” She watches you as you gather your clothes, not really saying anything.

“It’s okay if something did happen, I wouldn’t be upset.” Wheezie is being honest. The more she thought about it the more she realized it would be nice. You are already part of the family and she loves you. Not to mention Rafe seems happier around you, she noticed that he isn’t as rude or violent when you are around. It made her happy to see him like that. It brought her back to when she was really young and Rafe cared about her before he changed. It was comforting for her to know that even in all that hate, her brother was still deep down there just waiting to come out.

She just watches as you keep your back turned to her, walking to the bathroom. Right before you walked in you looked over your shoulder at her. “Nothing happened Wheeze.” With that you went in, getting ready for the day. Letting the hot water melt away the tension in your body. When you got back into your room Wheezie was laying on your bed scrolling through tiktoks. “Can I just say I missed the internet while I was gone. Getting up to date on everything in one morning is very tiring.” She exaggerates flopping her body around once she hears you enter. “You were only gone for a week. How much could you have possibly missed?” You detangle your hair as she keeps talking.

“You don’t get it. All of my friends have been going to the parties now, things happen at those. Like this one guy was caught making out with another girl besides his girlfriend at the bonfire the other day. Can you imagine that? What a dick to even hookup with someone when you are seeing someone else.” By the look on your face she can tell that she messed up. That the fun story she thought would lift your moods actually seemed to make it worse. Her eyes widened when she realized that you were the girlfriend and Rafe was the dick that two timed you. Can’t really say girlfriend but the notion still stands, he was seeing you and then did that.

“Oh my go-” “Why don’t we go off the island and do something fun today? It's not even elven yet so we can catch the ferry and go shopping or something.” Your words are rushed, kinda mumbling together from how fast they came out. It’s one thing for Wheezie to be prying into what happened over this week. Now it's another thing for her to be connecting the dots just by telling one story. You know she can tell you were a part of it, the look of sorrow has infiltrated her face. She just doesn’t have to know that Rafe was the guy that hurt you like that. She says your name.

“Wheeze drop it.” If only your words were that simple or that Wheezie actually listened. “I’m sorry I didn’t kno-”

“Wheeze it’s okay. I was seeing some guy and he was apparently seeing other people as well. It sucks but it happened. All I can do is move on and not let it get to me. Now get up and let’s go. We have the day ahead of us.” Reluctantly Wheezie gets up and follows you out of the room. Just as you were about to get to the stairs the door to Rafe’s room opened, causing the two of you to meet face to face again. His eyes are red, you can’t tell if it’s from crying or being high out of his mind. Rafe’s eyes flicker around your face and catch the glimpse of Wheezie behind you.

All he wants is to grab you by the arm and drag you into his room. That way you would be forced to talk to him. Let him explain how he doesn’t want to hurt you, how he doesn;t want to be the person you are afraid of. He can handle the frightened looks from others, the ones that scream he’s a psycho but he can’t handle it from you. He doesn’t want to be like your dad, he doesn’t want to make you feel small. Rafe just wants you to smile again, to hear your laugh even just for a moment. Then he remembers the look on your face last night. The disgust as he tried to explain himself. Just that reminder was enough for the steel walls to come back up and for him to brush past you like nothing.

“What no comment today?” Wheezie jests at her brother, testing out the waters. If she’s right she has to know. “Nothing to comment about. Stop being a little shit.” Rafe snaps back, continuing his trek down the stairs. It shouldn’t sting this much knowing he has nothing to say to you. It still does, a sharp pain radiating in your chest, constricting and then relaxing before repeating the cycle. Once you get by the front door you realize that your car is still broken down at John B’s. “You have got to be kidding me.” You whisper

“What’s up?” Wheezie asks. “I totally forgot that my car broke down yesterday and we now have no way to the main island.” Just before the other girl can answer, Rafe interrupts. “I can take you, Just get in the truck.” His keys jiggle in his hands as he walks to the door. “NO!” Wheezie yells making the both of you look at her. Rafe gives her a look, to anyone else they would be scared but she just rolls her eyes at him. “It’s supposed to be a girls day hence no boys allowed. I see Sarah pulling in anyway, we’ll just ask her if she wants to tag along.” She explains as she drags you out the house and into Sarah’s car without any warning.

“Wheeze what the hell?” Sarah exclaims, staring at the youngest sibling for answers. “Drive Rafe is trying to take us to the mainland because someone's car is broken.” The explanation was all she needed to put the car in drive and speed off. “You told her about Rafe? I knew you were close but I thought you would keep that one to yourself.” Wheezie shrieks. “It was Rafe! I knew it.” Her words die down as you disconnect from the conversation. You look at the back window to catch as Rafe walks out locking eyes with yours as you leave.

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“What do you think about this one?” You ask, holding up a top to your chest. “I like that color on you.” Sarah points out, grabbing a few tops to try on. “Yeah maybe Rafe will get jealous when he sees how many people hit on you.” This is the third time Wheezie has mentioned him since Sarah accidently spilled the beans.The first was in the car directly after. “When did it start? Like where you and Rafe always a thing or did this just happen? I’m just confused by this.” Sarah had shot her a death glare and told her to cut it out.

The second time happened two stores in on your shopping spree. Well more like taking them shopping as you get a few things for yourself. “I’m sorry Rafe did that to you. I stand by what I said earlier he’s a dick.” You just sighed, pushing some jeans around to find your size. “Don’t say that he’s your brother. He messed up but that’s a part of being human. I can be upset because he hurt me but you can’t fault him for making a mistake.” You eye her by peripheral vision.

“He hurt you and you’re upset about it. I’m upset he hurt you.” She huffs. “Exactly Wheeze he hurt me. I have a right to be upset with him. He didn’t hurt you, it’s sweet that you care about mt. He’s still your brother and making mistakes is a part of life, don't be too hard on him, okay.” You place a hand on her shoulder rubbing a small circle. “Fine but I still think he’s dumb.” You chuckle as Sarah walks over. “What do you think?”

Which brings you back to third, now. “I don’t need him to be jealous. It doesn't matter.” You put the top back and dig around for more. “So you wouldn’t care if you saw Rafe with someone else?” Bile tries to crawl it way up and you have to try hard to keep it down. The thought alone was awful enough to make you feel like crying. “Wheeze leave her alone.” Sarah scolds her younger sister. Trying to convey that this is not the time to be talking like that. “No it’s okay. I wouldn’t care, he can do whatever he wants.” Lie.

It would crush you, physically break you. You’ve always been a second choice your whole life. Parents always loved each other more than you. Most of your friends from school don’t even talk to you, deciding it was better to cut you out and all stay friends. Second in your family, second in social life, and now second in love life. Seeing him happy with another person would hurt the most.

Rafe was one of the only people who seemed to actually pay attention to you. Sure at first it bugged the shit out of you due to all the flirting. But you could see the way he noticed the small details about you. Asking about the current tv show you are watching even though you never mentioned it to him. Or when he gets Wheezie a treat and happens to get your favorite as well. Nothing with him felt like you were second best. Yeah you knew about his reputation with girls yet it didn’t matter because he never treated them like that. Now all you can see is how he did all of it just to sleep with you. It was never genuine and he never wanted something deeper.

Giving up on finding any other clothes, you just watch as the girls shop. Giving input on which items they should get or what they should pair it with. It goes like that for a couple more stories until you all decide to go get an early dinner and head back to the island. Missing the Ferry would be a big inconvenience so it’s better to be early.

“You know there’s this party going on tomorrow night. We should all go.” You and Sarah stare at Wheezie. Did she just really suggest going to a party together? “Wheeze I literally nanny you. Taking you to a party would probably get me fired.” You laugh while taking a bite of your chicken alfredo. “You’re practically Sarah’s nanny too and you go to parties with her.” She argues. “One Sarah is older than you and I am not her nanny. Two, you are just going into highschool. It would be weird if I was bringing you to parties or even encouraging that.” You argue back.

Truth be told you actually don’t want to go at all. If there’s a party then Rafe will be there, he always is. It’s bad enough you have to deal with him now at the house, seeing him outside would just be torture. “How about we stay in and watch movies?” You suggest, mostly hoping that she will take the bait. “Come on please can we just go? All of my friends are going to be there, I can’t be the only one not going.” Just as you were about to speak Sarah cuts in. “Wheeze she’s right. If dad found out you went to a party and she as so much even knew, he would fire her. Your friends shouldn’t even be going to those parties to begin with.” Who knew Sarah could be the word of wisdom.

Sighing, Wheezie gives up trying, rather choosing to finish her food. “You should at least go and have fun. Show Rafe what he’s missing.” She wiggles her eyebrows at you. You just look down at your plate, avoiding eye contact so you don’t have to answer her. “We should finish so we can head out before it’s too late.” The two other girls nod their heads. The rest of the dinner had awkward silence. No one knew what to say, you didn’t want to keep talking about Rafe but Wheezie had so many questions. Poor Sarah wanted to help you out but she also had questions.

The middle Cameron knew when she should leave topics to rest, knowing that pushing you too much would cause issues. From experience she knows you don’t like to share things, she only really knows basic things. Maybe a few more personal information but nothing too crazy. It never bothered Sarah because no matter what you are still a great friend. On the other hand it bothers Wheezie how closed off you can be. She has questions and she wants answers to them.

She’s curious on how this even started, was it you or was it Rafe? Had to be Rafe she thought. Did you want the two of you to be together? Duh or you wouldn’t be so heartbroken. But mostly she wants to know what Rafe could do to make everything okay. What he did still makes her upset but she believes that he’s better with you. The car and Ferry ride back home was just Wheezie thinking. She just had to get the two of you to see eye to eye. If she could do that then everything will be okay even better than okay.

“Hey John B just texted me to say that he and JJ fixed up your car.” Sarah looks over at you. The view from the Ferry turns into Sarah’s face as you pan over to her. “Really?” You shift in your seat, sitting up a little straighter. “Yeah I can take you once we get back. That way you can have your car.” You smile at the blonde girl thanking her. You just want to get home now, tired from the day.

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“Well hello there gorgeous.” JJ shouts from the dock next to John B’s House. Sarah had just dropped you off, taking Wheezie back home so she can be free for the night. “Hey Jayj! Heard you boys fixed up my car.” You smile at the boys making their way over to you. “That we did. Had a leak in your exhaust it caused the engine to stop running.” JJ slaps a hand on John B’s shoulder after the boy just explained the problem. “Don’t worry we fixed her up nice. It will getcha from point A to B in one piece. Hopefully.” JJ jokes thinking he’s funny like usual.

You roll your eyes at the blonde. “Haha, so funny. Can I get my keys now so I can leave? Wouldn’t want to intrude on your make out session.” You tease the boys. It’s been an ongoing joke since you had to watch them one time. They were in middle school then. You weren’t that much older but Luke didn’t like the thought of his son and no good friend alone. It was one of the very few times Luke spent money on his Boy.

Them being young teen boys started hitting on you and you told them to go make out in the corner. From then on the joke took a life of its own. Anytime they annoyed you the joke always came flying out. “And I thought I was a comedian.” JJ huffs throwing the keys at you to catch them. “Now if you could leave we have some important business to attend to.” John B shoves him off pulling a face of disgust to the other boy. “Take him with you please he won’t leave me alone.”

You laugh as you walk to the car, unlocking the door and opening in. “If I wanted to take Jayj I would have just asked him to come along. It wouldn’t be fair to separate such a happy family.” You say as you get in and start the car. “Fuck you” They yell and flip you off, watching as you back out to the dirt road.

It seems like when they fixed your exhaust they also put AC fluid in your car. The vents are now blowing cold air instead of hot like it's done for the last two summers. It makes the drive back more enjoyable. Not having to stick with the windows down that just blow hot air at you is life changing. No more muggy car rides that make your clothes stick to your skin. A new car, well slightly new, for a new start. Everything is going to work out.

That mindset was put to rest as soon as you stepped foot into the house. Yelling can be heard from down the hall. “What is so wrong with you that you can’t seem to stop yourself from fucking up?” Ward's voice echoes down the hall. “You can’t do anything right can you? I swear Rafe I wonder if you even are my kid. How could you when all you do is cause me headaches. Sarah isn’t like this, why can’t you be more like her?” Footsteps get close to you, panicking you try to leave but run into Wheezie. “I’m sorry I was just trying to ask him questions and dad overheard. I didn’t mean for this to happen.”

She’s crying into your arms, her grip tight. “Wheeze what did you do?” Her glossy eyes look up at you. “I was asking him how he could mess up what you had. Dad overheard and then started yelling at him. I don’t know what to do.” You brush her hair to sooth her, feeling bad for the crying girl. “Where are they?”

“Dad’s study.” she squeaks out. “Okay. Go to your room, I'll find you after.” Your feet carry you closer to the room. Listening closely you can hear Rafe’s voice now. “Sarah? Are you fucking kidding me? Sarah has run off time after time with John B and the rest of them. She has left you more times than I can count and she’s still your favorite?” You can tell he’s hurt, you can hear it in his voice. This conversation is an exact replica to the others you have heard.

“Don’t start this again. Just because you keep screwing up doesn’t mean you can bring Sarah down. She’s a kid, she’s still learning.” Ward yells back. “What about me?” Rafe yells. “I’m your kid too. I have done everything to make you see that I care. I’m the only one who actually wants to continue the family business. I’m the one who has had your back this whole time. Sarah doesn’t care about you, why can’t you get that.”

You are right outside the door now. Rafe and Ward are standing in the middle of the room staring at each other. “If you think I’m letting you anywhere near the account now then you’re just as stupid as I think you are.” You gasp but thankfully it wasn’t heard. “What?” Rafe’s confused, he was promised this account before his dad left for the trip. “You heard me. I left you for a week and you screwed the nanny. On top of that you cheat on her and trash the house up. I don’t know how many times I have given you a chance and you never change.”

“Nah you gave me that account before you left. I fucked up I know but you can’t just take that from me. I’ve worked hard for it and you can’t deny that. You can’t just take this from me for a mistake.” Were you the mistake or making out with Sofia? You shake the thought out of your head, it doesn’t matter. “No Rafe, a mistake is forgetting to buy something at the store you need. You took something good and fucked it up like you always do. That girl is better off without you anyway.” Rafe’s shoulders deflate at his fathers words. “Yes I can take this account and I will. Clearly you can not be trusted for anything.” You see Ward move around the room, scared he will catch you, you try to back away. The only issue was the floorboard squeaking and giving you away.

Both men look toward the door seeing half of you standing there, the other half blocked by the door. Ward calls your name out. “Can you come in here please?” Reluctantly you make your way into the room, eyes trained to the floor. “How much of that did you hear?” Ward asks. You look up making eye contact with Rafe before looking at the older Cameron. “Practically all of it.” You answer.

“You’re wrong by the way. Rafe didn’t do anything wrong, we weren’t together. He’s free to do whatever he pleases. Wheezie caught on to what happened and took it too far because she thought she was helping me. I honestly don’t care that it happened.” Rafe’s eyes are burning into your face. “He shouldn’t be punished for living his life. I know I may be over stepping here and you might want to let me go. But it wouldn’t be right if I stood here and watched him get in trouble for something that isn’t a big deal.”

Your eyes meet Rafe’s again after you finish. The blues in his seem so dull, almost lifeless. “No one is going to fire you. You’ve been good to us, I'm not letting that go. I appreciate you defending him but he needs to learn to fight his own battles.” Rafe shuts his eyes and takes a deep breath. “I’m not defending him, ‘m telling the truth.” They open again watching you closely. “Then I guess everything is fine. You can keep the account.” Wards simply states and walks out the room.

Heavy breathing is the only thing heard in the room for a moment. “I don’t need your help. Save it for someone else.” Rafe tries to brush past you, your hand stops him from getting far. “Are you kidding me right now?” He just stares at you, blank stare meeting your angry gaze. “You shouldn’t have done that. I don’t need you to help me. I could have handled that myself.” A scoff leaves your lips, hand falling from his arm.

“I did it to be nice because no one deserves to be yelled at like that. If your head is too stuck up your ass to see that you shouldn’t be treated like that then I’ll see myself out. I don’t need you to yell at me for doing something nice for you.” You try to walk around him but he steps in front of you. “Exactly I don’t need you to do something nice after I hurt you. Oh sorry I forgot that it meant nothing so I shouldn’t feel bad. Should’ve known this was some sick ploy for you to be the better person.” His words strike you, their venom flooding your system.

“Is that what you really think about me? That I would go so low to make you feel shitty. News flash Rafe the world doesn’t revolve around you. I don’t spend my days planning ways to destroy your life. I hate the way he talks to you, always have and I won’t be the reason why. I meant everything I said when we were together. It’s okay that you didn’t but don’t make me feel bad for something I didn’t do.”

You walk past him, reaching the door when he speaks again. “I freaked out. Kelce was saying dumb shit and I freaked out. I didn’t think you wanted more so I just…” His sentences fall short, Rafe trying to tie the words together in his brain. “So you just decided to be with someone else?” You bite back, wanting him to feel the pain you are. He exhales, his walls building back up, blocking off the confession on the tip of his tongue. The hope you gave him when you said you hated how his dad treats him dies. She will never trust you. “Yeah, I just decided that.” It’s better to just agree with you. Arguing has gotten nowhere and the truth falls onto deaf ears.

You may have confessed that you meant what you had said, yet it didn’t matter to him. The key word being meant in your sentence. It doesn’t matter if he wants to say how much he cares about you, that the thought of not having you physically pains him, or how these past two days he can’t do anything but take bumps of coke. None of it matters because however you felt was clearly long gone. It was time for him to do the same, he needed to move on from you. The way your eyes shine at him tell him how much you don’t care, how little he means to you.

The urge to be high is scratching Rafe’s insides as he just looks at you. The pain slowly fades to numbness as he looks at the hate in your eyes. The clear baggy full of white powder burns a hole in his pocket, begging him to take a hit. “I didn’t want to hurt you. You won’t have to worry about me again. I’m sorry.” This time it’s Rafe who is leaving you, walking into the hall and past you like nothing.

“What do you mean I don’t have to worry about you?” Your voice wavers, worried about what he means. He just keeps walking, not paying attention to you. “Rafe.” He looks at you, eyes scanning your face. “I mean I won’t be in your way. I’ll stay as far away from you as I can. You’ll be happier that way.” With that he just leaves. He knew Ward was right, you are better off without him. He’s seen it first hand how happy you can be when he isn’t there to bring down the mood.

Even if he did love you, he was too damaged to deserve you.

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pikachicachan · 1 month ago

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I just thought of something and now it won't leave my head, so here it is:

[At The Table]

Florida: Heyyy Human Torch! Living up to your name I see!

[California glares while wheezing and sweating]

Cali: Now's [wheeze]... not the time Florida... [coughs up smoke]

Gov: Don't worry California, the emergency funds have been approved and help is on the way to Los Angeles. Hopefully the weather calms down soon so we can start to put out the fires...

[Gov warily glances over to Mother Nature]

Mother Nature: Hmmm, I've never conjured up a firecane before... sounds fun! A great way to start 2025, right?

Florida: I like the way you think! I wanna see it!

Gov: No! Both of you stop it!

Cali: [wheezes] Yes dude, please don't! 5 fires are burning in the LA area... and as of now, [wheeze] 0% of them have been contained due to the heavy winds... [wheeze] this is hella crazy. [coughs]

Florida: You know, I read something very interesting earlier...

Gov, Cali, Texas and New York: [turns to Florida in confusion]

Gov: I... I thought you didn't know how? Did you actually learn?

Florida: Ha — no! I just wanted to get your hopes up! Anywayyyy, I heard from somewhere on the internet that the firefighter budget in LA got cut by about $18 million last year which was given to the LAPD — even though crime has been soooo much lower and there aren't many cops! [chuckles] Like, what are they doing with all that money??

Gov: EXCUSE ME?? [turns to Cali] You did what?!

[New York raises his eyebrow in interest]

Cali: [coughs] Umm —

Texas: [shivers in his 5 layers of clothes] Oh-ho! [grins] N-Now that's interestin'! Didn't think that all the w-way through, huh wildfire?

Cali: [glares and wheezes] Oh yeah? Looks like [wheeze]... you're not fairing well either! [baby voice] Awe, is it getting too cold for the 'big guy'? Seems like it seeing how Ted Cruz left you again!

Texas: [seethes] Why you little —

Gov: Alright, enough!

Louis: maaais, lemme get a daiquiri 'eal quick! Dis is gettin' good.

Florida: [giggles] Oh yeah! I also heard that Ted Cruz leaving is like the Waffle House Index of Texas — but for winter storms! Did he go to Cancun again? Cause that would be sooo wild!

New York: [grunts] we need some kind of miracle dis year to get things movin'. [nudges Gov] ya know, I know a guy... [smirks] name's Luigi —

Gov: Alright, alright! This is getting out of hand...

Gov: [sighs and drags his hands through his face and hair]

Gov: ...but what else is new?

Florida: [chuckles] Happy 2025 everyone!

... this is the only way I can cope, pls —

But also, my heart goes out to those affected by the fires and I hope action gets taken soon to extinguish the fires! 🙏🏼

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transformers-spike · 3 months ago

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Random!Blitzwing vore, but it's actually a glorified cunnilingus. Yes you gotta put this on the internet for everyone to see

Idk what to say. I personally don't do vore, but I know for a fact Blitzwing's random personality is into that (even if he doesn't know what it is) So here. Come get your mush

Inside the mines you were exploring just a minute ago, you shoot Blitzwing an exasperated glare as he brings you to his eye level. The face before you is a horror movie amalgamation of shadow creature and Tumblr Sexyman, razor sharp teeth cocked into a smile. “Can’t you just let me go?” you say, having experienced the same situation for the third time this week. Nothing has been clearly established yet, but considering the many occasions he’s fingerbanged you, you’re sure your fragile human self must mean something to the giant killing machine. Admittedly, judging by the overexcited grin he’s giving you, things are bound to get weird unless his other faces intervene. He tilts his head at you like a hungry tiger observing the mouse he just caught.

“Now why would I do that?” he asks, accent thick and clear. You have to remind yourself it’s because there’s something wrong with his translator, not that he’s a giant robot built by German officials to destroy Detroit and all its inhabitants as payback for the Second World War.

You point at the metal behemoth approaching through the mine’s entrance, far enough for you to look like a spec in Blitzwing’s hand, and you wonder for a moment if it’s safer for Blitzwing to splatter you against the wall or wait until his pal gets his two massive claws on you. In a moment of pure, unperturbed genius, Blitzwing flings you into his mouth like a kid chucking a bubblegum ball.

Whirling in the air doing a full, dizzying 360, you land face first against a squishy metal mass you assume to be his tongue. It’s too dark to see anything, the kind of pitch blackness only present in underground caverns. So, you do the right thing and fish out the flashlight you brought specifically to explore the mine before your giant robot bitch plucked you from the ground. Flicking it on, you realize this could very well be a cave if it wasn’t for the stench of motor oil and exhaustion fluid prying your nostrils open. You wheeze and sputter, burying your nose in your sleeve as your teary eyes try to make sense of the other two paths perpendicular to your own, separated by a huge dark gullet at the center, deeper than the Mariana Trench. It’s then it actually hits you; “Oh shit, I forgot about the other two heads.”

Then the tongue below you starts to squirm like a worm being plucked out of the dirt.

You fall back on your ass and push yourself as far away from that thing as humanly possible, up until your shoulders hit the back of his teeth. There’s a commotion outside, and try as you might, you can’t catch his attention by banging against the inside of his mouth while yelling “GET ME OUT OF HERE I DON’T WANT TO GET PROBED BY YOUR TENTACLE TONGUE!”

The lack of an answer leaves you vulnerable to the apparatus rubbing up against your legs. You snap them shut as hard as you can, but you’ve clearly underestimated its alien determination. With an impressive if not outright criminal prehensility, it slips into your pants. Hentai flashbacks fill your mind with a giant DANGER sign pulsing bright red. You try to kick it away and conceal the arousal, leaving you especially hot in the desert that is his mouth – humiliation growing as your attempts falter and you spread your thighs just a bit to let it slip down to your entrance.

You’re going to tear Blitzwing piece by piece with your bare hands once you get out of here, but for now you can only squeeze your eyes shut and whimper as it enters you over and over again, fully aware of the embarrassing wetness having built up when he first caught you sneaking around the place. You throw your head back and groan, forgoing any form of dignity as you fuck yourself with his tongue, meeting every movement of his with jubilation.

As the noises die down behind you, you drill through your second rock bottom by taking off your pants and underwear. You tuck them under your arms like the world’s saddest security blanket and bite your lip as the tongue drags across your stomach and back to your crotch before slipping back in for just a second…

Before Blitzwing’s mouth opens up and he pulls you out. Dripping with your own fluids, the expression of shock on your face is replaced with one of righteous fury – then shame – then fury again.

“You…” you falter, red in the face, “you fucking degenerate.”

#transformers #tfa #blitzwing #tfa blitzwing #blitzwing x reader #transformers x reader #transformers x human #soft vore #valveplug

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schumachersnightmare · 1 year ago

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Could you do one for Fernando Alonso with wife reader where she catch him doing one of the Tiktok's video (the one where he's spinning in front of the microwave🤭) and she tease him about it. And he accidently posted it with her reaction of him doing it and the Internet went wild! I don't know if it make sense. Add something you'd like though. Thanks!!

Ahh I absolutely love this request!! I love that tiktok so much. I'm such a softy for Fernando I had to write this one first. Hope you like it!

OG tiktok

BTS tiktok

Word count: 650+

Warnings: None just pure fluff

The season has yet to begun but everyone was at the factory in full swing. Fernando was called in to start his usual preseason requirements, seat fit, simulator, briefings, and of course media duties.

“Just a little more carino, then we can leave.” Fernando said as he pressed a kiss to your cheek before being pulled away by Jimmy, the social media manager. Lance always seemed to disappear whenever the camera came out, leaving Fernando to fill in the gaps.

Your stomach growled. Lunch had been a few hours ago and Fernando was nowhere in sight. You walked over to the break room hoping to grab a light snack to hold you over until Fernando was done and the two of you could get dinner.

You pushed the door open and froze.

Your lips tightened together as you tried to contain the laughter building inside you. Little squeaks escaped as you tried your best to just walk around over to the fridge. Your cheeks turning bright red as you watched the scene in front of you unfold.

Your husband had no idea you had even entered the break room. Fernando was focused on making the tiktok. His phone sat in the microwave as he crouched down and slowly spun in a circle.

As soon as he stood up, he was surprised by the eruption of laughter. Fernando turned around towards the fridge where his wife was bent over in hysterics, one hand holding onto the fridge for support.

“It's funny, no?” Fernando asked, thinking you were laughing at his tiktok and not the behind the scenes view you had. “Jimmy and I thought of it together! It's good, no?” He asked as he walked over and slid his arm around your waist, pulling you against his chest. His hand danced up and down your side as your face pressed into his shoulder as you tried to calm yourself down, tears spilling onto his shirt.

“It's funny, Nando, it really is.” you wheezed as you wiped the tears from your eyes. Your lips pressed against the scruffy facial hair on his cheek before you stood up properly. “It's great, I think you captured the essences of pizza rolls perfectly.” You teased him and he rolled his eyes at you before his fingers attacked you, tickling your sides in retaliation.

The rest of the day continued as usual. Fernando and you shared dinner together before cuddling up in bed for the night. Your head rested on his shoulder as you scrolled through social media. That's when the Aston Martin account popped up on your tiktok. The video was pretty funny you had to admit. Fernando peaked over to take a look to see what you were giggling at. A smile grew across his face as he watched his beautiful wife giggling in his arms watching his tiktok. Giggles continued to spill from your lips as you went through the comments.

User1: old man has really lost it this time

User2: No! Don't microwave us!

User3: is that y/n in the background?

User4: yea she's in the behind the scenes

User5: Let! Him! Cook!

Behind the scenes? You didn't remember any behind the scenes video being shot. You clicked on the profile and scrolled until it popped up. Sure enough, there you were looking like a tomato trying to not laugh at your man-child husband before completely breaking down when he finished filming.

“Nando!” You yelped as you lightly slapped his chest and shoved your phone in his face. He chuckled as he looked at it and the comments. All the comments on the behind the scenes video were about you and your slow descent into hysterics. Everyone online was obsessing over you and your relationship with your husband. There were dozens of not hundreds of comments talking about how cute you two were together.

“I might have to give up my tiktoker of the year award.” He teased as he brushed the hair out of your bright red face.

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Let me know if there's anything I could improve on formatting wise, normally I double space when I write in my editor but to me it looks like a lot between paragraphs on here, however if you prefer it let me know. Thanks!

#fernando alonso #fernando alonso x reader #f1 x reader #fernando alonso x you #formula one x reader #mel writes #fluff

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siriuslysatorusimping · 1 year ago

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Fight Me? (Gojo Satoru one-shot)

This is based on the following:

Nurse!Gojo falling for a grumpy lil Rinko in this short and sweet AU one-shot 💕

It is fluffy and cute and I really enjoyed writing this silly lil thing 🥹

Also, happy early birthday Gojo Satoru!

I'll try to get the amusement park Another Level Extra done and posted by tomorrow 😊

Fight Me?

“Good morning, Kurisaki-chan,” the nurse’s annoyingly chipper voice sang as he entered the room. “Wakey, wakey!”

“Fight me,” Rinko mumbled, trying to shield her eyes with a pillow when he flipped the lights on.

“Maybe later, Kurisaki-chan,” Gojo replied cheerfully, prying the pillow from her face. His stunning blue eyes smiled down at her from behind the white hair that fell in a messy mop across his forehead. “Can’t if you suffocate yourself while I’m trying to take your vitals, though.”

He wrapped the blood pressure cuff around her arm and began pumping air into it, his eyes staying firmly on the gauge as it inflated.

“Did you sleep okay?” he asked as he jotted the numbers down. “Comfy enough?”

She hadn’t, which was to be expected since she was in a hospital. Her least favorite place on earth. The constant beeping of all the machines and the hustle and bustle just outside the door didn’t help the ambiance, either. But she would admit that it was a bit more comfortable than usual because he’d been kind enough to get her extra pillows before he’d left the previous evening.

“Fine until someone blinded me at-” she glanced at the clock on the wall, “-seven in the morning.” She scowled at his giant grin. “Did you have to turn all the lights on?”

“How else would I be able to see your pretty face?” he teased. His lips pulled into a smirk when the beeping of the heart rate monitor sped up, and he winked before walking toward the door. “Remember, if you need anything, just press the little button, and I’ll come to the rescue!”

He flipped the lights back off and closed the door behind him.

It wasn’t fair of him to be attractive and flirty with her when she felt - and probably looked - like death.

She glared out of the little fortress of pillows she’d created as the door opened, his familiar voice chiming excitedly.

“You know what time it is,” Gojo called, his grin widening at the sight of her protective barrier.

“Fight m-” the words choked off when the air caught in her lungs, and she hunched over as the coughs rattled her chest.

He patted her back gently before giving her a serious look when she was finally able to breathe again.

“I can’t fight you, Kurisaki-chan,” he stated matter-of-factly as he wrapped the blood pressure cuff around her bicep. “You’d win. And those other assholes over at the nurse’s station would never let me live it down. They’d probably film it, too, and then it would end up on the internet, and then I’d never be able to leave my house again.”

The wheezing laugh escaped before she could stop it, causing his face to break into a giant, boyish grin. His already brilliant eyes somehow shined brighter when he smiled like that. She found herself blinking up at him stupidly as he turned his attention back to his task.

He had dimples.

There was that damn beeping.

“Bit faster than it was when I took it earlier,” he observed. Her neck felt hot, especially when his grin turned smug, but he just jotted down the numbers and placed her pillows back where they had been.

Her brow furrowed in confusion when she heard Gojo’s voice just outside her door.

He had been in earlier to get her vitals before he left for the evening, so she wasn’t sure what he was doing back. The only thing she could think of was if they needed more bloodwork, which made her actually want to fight him.

The door opened, and he slipped inside, holding his left hand behind his back. She knew he could see the panic in her eyes, but it shifted into a glare when he laughed.

“I’m a bit hurt you’re so upset to see me,” Gojo teased, his lips pulling into a pout. “You can breathe easy. I’m not here to poke or prod you again, Kurisaki-chan.”

“What are you hiding, then?” she asked suspiciously. “If you have a damn needle, I’ll-”

“Threaten to fight me?” he asked, eyes shining with amusement. She leaned over, trying to see what he had, and he tutted. “Ah, ah. No peeking. I have a gift for you since you’ve been such a model patient this week, right now excluded.”

Rolling her eyes, she gave him a slightly unimpressed look.

“What kind of gift?”

“Just a little something to remember me by,” he stated happily. “You’ll most likely get discharged tomorrow, but I won’t be here since it’s my day off. Soooo-” he pulled his hand from behind his back to dramatically brandish a small stuffed panda, “-I wanted to give you this. You can look at him and think about the best nurse you’ve ever met in your life.”

Her eyebrows shot up at the sight of the stuffed animal, a surprised laugh escaping at the fact that it was wearing scrubs and had a felt stethoscope draped around its neck. It was cute.

The boyish grin that showed off his dimples was back. Deep cerulean blue made her feel like she was drowning. When her eyes met his, she felt her neck heat up when the damn beeping sped up like it always did.

“Thank you,” she murmured, gnawing on her bottom lip. “And thank you for being so kind this week. Sorry if I was a bit rude-”

“I don’t take it personally,” he cut her off, still smiling. “You clearly aren’t a fan of hospitals. Most people aren’t. But I do like to think my incredible charm makes it a bit more bearable.”

“A bit,” she conceded, unable to fight the urge to return his grin. “Thank you again. And for- the gift.”

“It was my pleasure,” he replied easily, moving back to the door. “Now, I’m heading out for the night. Take care of that little guy, yeah? I know it’s a big responsibility, but I think you’re up for the task after I did such a great job caring for you.” He paused at the door. “But if you forget, I left some instructions in his pocket to help you remember!”

He tossed her a wink before he was gone, and she blinked stupidly after him.

Pursing her lips, she reached into the tiny pocket curiously to find a torn piece of notebook paper folded up. Another laugh escaped before she could stop it as she read his scribbled ‘instructions.’

Fun anecdote: years ago, when I was in the hospital, a student nurse came into the room at 7:30 after I'd barely slept at all, flipped the lights on, and was like, "GOOD MORNING, [KIKO]. MY NAME IS KATE. HOW DID YOU SLEEP? I'M HERE TO CHECK YOUR VITALS-" and I feel like the fact that I still remember her fucking name after all these years tells you enough about how much I hated her in that moment.

#gojo satoru x original female character #gojo satoru fanfic #gojo satoru #gojo fanfic #gojo x reader #nurse!gojo #it's so fluffy #goinko fluff #gojo fluff #satoru gojo #gojo oneshot #fanfic writing #jjk au #gojo and rinko #rinko and gojo fluff

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girlgenius1111 · 10 months ago

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You said you like to keep these things in your asks to read them again - figured it’s the least I can do to try and show how much I appreciate your writing! I apologize in advance for the absolutely excessive length of this, but I’m not well know for my brevity, unfortunately.

Solstrale being so excited at IKEA - my HEART! Mapi is giving such golden retriever energy in the store I am obsessed. Solstrale starting to tear up in the store and yet Ingrid being so gentle and kind, this is simply everything this girl deserves and more. THE SUN MAP MUG? UR AN EVIL GENUIS I LOVE YOU (pun absolutely intended)

“Mapi was just happy to be there” had me giggling as I sat in bed.

“You weren’t…loveable” oh but baby you so are, and you never had to do anything to be deserving of that love. None of us do.

Your ability to write these little splashes of humor in serious moments is just…wistfully wonderful. Your ability to write golden retriever Mapi? God tier.

THE TWENTY THREE TATTOO?! Punch in the mf gut I must admit

I must say I wholeheartedly say that I sympathize with Ingrid’s inability to be chill in any situation. Her tumbling into the room asking about the tattoo is cracking me up lol.

The dichotomy of emotion between Ingrid and her sister, Mapi and Solstrale, and Mapi and Ingrid flows so well and is executed perfectly. I’m in complete and utter awe, in the most complete sense of the words! It just ebbs and flows so perfectly

ABSTINENCE IS KEY IM WHEEZING 😭

“You cried yourself to sleep that night, quietly muffling your sobs in your pillow. It was a sadness that plagued you, mixed with hope. Your parents didn’t love you, you were pretty sure of that. But it seemed like, maybe, Ingrid did.” This is gorgeous. Painful, and yet so so hopeful at the same time. The balance of heartbreak and softness is wonderful.

The phone call 💔 The call backs to Mapis experience with the Spanish camps is such a perfect comparison.

“I am never letting that woman near Solstråle again. I don’t care what I have to do. She’s been hurt enough. I won’t let her be hurt anymore.” INGRID FINALLY FUCKING GETS IT PRAISE THE LORD!

“Of course healing isn’t linear” Judas Priest I am genuinely sitting in bed with tears in my fucking eyes.

Okay their father showing up wasn’t at all what I was expecting but I am sat. Oh god…not Solstrale coming in at the worst time PLEASE GOD NO 😭

“You didn’t mean you wanted them to let you go back to Norway. You wanted them to let you go. The tension in the air thickened at this, as both of them realized what you meant.” This poor GIRL. Mapi swearing on fucking INGRID sent me into the stratosphere…oh how much they love her.

“And maybe it was also the desperation inside yourself, too, and the ache in your heart that you knew you didn’t need to carry anymore.” No words. All I do is fucking write and I have no words to adequately describe how much perfection exists in this one sentence.

Whew. I truly can’t quite put into words how genuinely perfect this is. To reach the level of heartbreak and emotion that you do is just something phenomenal. It’s something special. How you find the moments of light and mix it with those of the dark, all at the same time. You have this most wonderful gift of being able to portray human emotion in such a raw, real way and I am so endlessly grateful that you choose to share it in this little corner of the internet with us. I’ve adored this series and how you’ve crafted these three and their little household, and will always be sat for any future stories you write about these two - or anyone else for that matter.

Thank you so so much for writing this. Dealing with some of my own personal issues with my own mother and reading this is just…its heartbreak and it’s healing all at the same time.

And ofc, thank you to Bailey as well! Who are we without the planners and helpers in our lives - I think I’d lose my head if summer-princess didn’t remind me where I put it sometimes haha!

i am… speechless?

i want to print this comment out, frame it, and put it up in my room. tattoo it onto my body.

it’s crazy to me how comments on my writing can be so eloquent and beautiful, but you always somehow manage to do that.

seriously i read this with the biggest smile on my face.

it means so, so, SO much to me that not only do you read my work… and enjoy it… you have such strong feelings about it. it blows my mind in the best way.

anyway. going to read this everyday for the rest of my life. i appreciate and love you very much.

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writeforfandoms · 2 years ago

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How Did You Love 9

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This was supposed to be out yesterday but the home internet took a swan dive and there was no way I was formatting all this on my phone.

You learn something new from Nova, and Dave finally takes his turn.

Warnings: Swearing, grief, general malaise, feelings of lethargy and inadequacy, mention of blood and injuries.

Word count: 2.3k

That day was a little… listless. You didn’t do much, honestly. You just… hurt. Your heart ached for these men, for their hurts and their lives and their deaths that hadn’t yet happened. You didn’t even know if they would still happen, not really. Nova hadn’t exactly been clear on what was going to happen, after all.

Frankie let himself in around noon, took one look at you, and quietly promised that you’d have the day to yourself. Both numb and aching, you nodded, and he left.

You needed quiet. You needed time. You needed to hurt less.

But you could at least get some answers.

Mind made up, you spent the rest of the day working through some things. Some emails, some work, some personal stuff. And you did your level best to block out the blood and the wheezing and the desperation from your dreams.

Nobody bothered you all day. Frankie was as good as his word. You had no idea what he’d said or done to keep everyone away, but you were grateful all the same. You needed this time to yourself.

Nobody even knocked to ask you to come to dinner, and you made yourself a quiet meal. Good enough.

Finally, after dark, you decided you were done waiting. You needed to know.

So you went upstairs.

“Nova?” You asked quietly, setting down to sit on the roof. You’d brought a blanket and a cup of herbal tea, content to wait as long as it took for them to show up.

Rather to your surprise, Nova appeared beside you very quickly tonight. “Yes, dear?”

“What happens to the ones I don’t choose?” You looked over at them, searching their galaxy gaze for the truth.

Their brow furrowed, just a little, before clearing again. “Ah,” they sighed. “We had wondered if you would ask.” They were quiet for a moment, and you let them take their time. “The ones you don’t select will go back to their own time.”

Your heart stopped in your chest. “What?” you breathed.

“There’s no reason for them to stay here,” Nova pointed out with a shrug. “If you don’t select them, that is. They were brought here for you, not for themselves.”

“But they’ll die,” you whispered.

“Yes. They will.” Nova shook their head a little. “And it will not be your fault, my dear. Not even a little. They had more time, because of you.” They were quiet for a moment. “If it will be a comfort to you, I can promise they will feel no pain.”

You took a deep breath, very carefully around the sudden lump in your throat, and found you couldn’t speak. You simply nodded.

“Was there anything else?” Nova asked gently. When you shook your head no, they nodded. “Don’t let this bother you,” they said. “Try to sleep.”

And then they were gone, leaving you with your whirling thoughts and tears clouding your vision.

Sleep was a long time coming.

Knocking on your door woke you, and you groaned softly but hauled yourself out of bed and to the front door. You half-expected Frankie or Marcus, who so far had proved to be the most sensitive.

So you were surprised to find Dave instead. “Um. Hi?”

“Get your shoes.” He looked you over once, assessing. “And a jacket.”

You blinked. Twice. “Why?”

“We’re going out.”

“We are?” You raised one eyebrow.

His lips twitched in a little smirk. “You had your day yesterday,” he said, tipping his chin up. “Today you need a walk and a solid meal. It will help. I promise.”

You hesitated, unsure if you actually wanted to go out and be social. It was just… a lot. Everything was a lot. And it was all effort, and you didn’t know that you had the energy for that.

But something about his voice when he promised made you believe him. So you nodded and went to get properly dressed.

Dave was still waiting in the doorway when you came back, dressed and ready to go. He nodded once, approving, and led the way.

“Are we going anywhere in particular?” you asked, unable to entirely quell your curiosity.

“Not yet.” Dave shrugged, glancing over at you and slowing his pace just a little, allowing you to walk next to him. “For now, walking and fresh air are all I have in mind.”

Satisfied with that, you nodded your agreement with this plan. The two of you were quiet as you walked, and you let Dave dictate where you went, simply keeping up with him. Which wasn’t a bad thing - it left you free to focus on the sunshine and the faint breeze.

Fingers at your elbow had you pausing, and Dave nodded to the entrance to a park. You nodded your agreement, and he led the way in.

“Better?” he asked quietly, tucking his hands in his pockets.

“Better,” you agreed with a little smile, drawing in a deep breath. It smelled good here, green and earthy and with only bits of traffic smell. “How did you know?”

His lips quirked and he looked forward again. “It’s worked for me several times,” he admitted slowly, carefully, choosing his words with care. “Shutting yourself away never works. Not for long.”

“Well, I can’t argue that.” You eyed him for a moment before you decided not to push and instead walked quietly with him for a while longer. “Thank you.”

“For bullying you into a walk?” He was definitely amused now.

“For giving me a little nudge out of the door.” Your grin was almost certainly not up to your normal standards, but he still relaxed a little and nodded. “What do you do for work?”

“Government.” He shrugged, stepping off the path to let a jogger go by. “Nothing too exciting.”

You eyed him, debating if you should push more, when he turned the two of you down a different path. “You mentioned a meal, too.”

“I did.” Looking faintly amused, he steered you off the path and across the grass. “When you’re ready.”

You looked at him for a few long moments, really looked. He was harder to read than the others, quieter and less emotive. But there was amusement in the crinkles in the corners of his eyes, something warm in the slight quirk of his lips. And, really, you had no reason not to trust him. So you nodded, letting him continue to lead.

“Do you prefer to have lunch back at the village? Or would you prefer to bring it elsewhere?”

Curiosity piqued, you raised one eyebrow at him. “That’s an option?”

“It is.” Dave’s smirk told you that he knew you were curious… and he wasn’t going to tell you anything more.

With a soft huff, you shrugged. “I think there’s a smaller park close to the village.”

Dave nodded, accepting that, and fingers at your elbow once again guided you where he wanted.

“What are you hoping for out of all of this?”

Dave didn’t jump, exactly, but he did blink at you. “What do you mean?”

“I mean… Well, there’s an end goal for me,” you said, speaking slowly, figuring it out as you went. “Even if it’s not anything I asked for. I know you didn’t ask for this either, but… What are you hoping for?”

Dave blew out a breath, his hand slipping into his pocket again. “I’d like to survive this,” he offered dryly. “Beyond that… I haven’t decided yet.”

“Oh?”

“Too soon to say.” He glanced at you, assessing and curious in equal measure.

Your smile was a little sad. “I understand that.”

His eyes narrowed just a little and he huffed softly. “No undoing my hard work,” he grumbled at you more or less playfully.

You chuckled. “Alright, alright,” you agreed, holding your hands up and out.

“Wait here.” Dave paused outside the gates, waiting long enough to make sure you nodded, before he headed inside. Probably didn’t want you getting sidetracked by one of the others, at a guess. Which… fair. So far, you were working on giving them all one-on-one time, so it was only fair to hold to the same pattern for him.

So you waited, more or less patiently.

Dave was quick, returning with a backpack. But he didn’t let you ask, instead turning and starting to walk towards the nearest park.

“Not gonna give me a hint?” you asked, half-teasing.

A quick smirk was thrown over his shoulder. “You’ll see soon.”

You pouted, just for a moment. “What if I don’t like surprises?”

“Then you have the kind of patience a monk would kill for,” came the deadpan reply, startling you into laughter.

“Fair point.”

“You’ll like it,” Dave promised, glancing at you as you both waited on a corner to cross. “Trust me.”

And, well… You could hardly say no to that. Not with just a hint of a smile tilting his lips, eyes warm and amused, a few flyaway hairs ruffling in the breeze. So you nodded.

“At least I won’t have to wait long.”

“No, not long.” Dave huffed something under his breath, and you thought you heard the word “girls”, but you couldn’t be sure. So, to be on the safe side, you ignored it.

“I don’t remember now, have you been to London before?”

Dave nodded, making sure you kept pace as he walked across the street. “For work, yes. And many other places.” He shrugged, shifting the backpack just a little. “I don’t travel often for pleasure.”

“Don’t like to, don’t have time?”

“It’s… not my favorite. I prefer the comforts of home, when I can.” He looked away, swallowing once. “You can pick where you’d like to sit. Anywhere on the grass will do.”

You shrugged off the abrupt change in subject and instead found a suitable spot, and then stood back and watched as Dave laid out a blanket and a full picnic for the two of you. More than one dish was familiar, and you warmed when you realized those were dishes you’d gone for seconds of at dinner times, or exclaimed over. He’d been paying attention.

“Help yourself.” Dave plopped unceremoniously onto the blanket, motioning to the plates and utensils already set out.

“You know… I wouldn’t have expected this from you.” Glancing at him curiously, you sat across from him, taking bits of different dishes.

He looked far too amused, turning one plate over and over in his hands. “Is that so?”

“You’re just so quiet most of the time.” You shrugged, a bit embarrassed now.

“I will admit to pulling out some old tricks.” Dave shrugged, slowly taking some food for himself. “Even if I haven’t gone on a picnic since college.”

You perked up at the mention of his past. “Oh? Did it work then?”

Dave grinned, the expression so much more open that you were left stunned. “Better than I had hoped.”

Oh. That was definitely fondness. Kinda made you wonder if you were stepping into something messy there, but he had said college, and he wasn’t wearing a ring, so… You shrugged the thought off. That was a later problem. If it even became a problem.

It might not be a problem, ever. If you didn’t choose him. If he didn’t stay.

If Nova sent him back.

Your heart clenched and your breath stuttered. Dave ducked his head a little to hold your gaze, holding one hand out for you to take.

“If there’s anything on your mind…” He spoke slowly, giving you plenty of time.

“There’s a lot on my mind.” You sighed and then drew in a deep breath. “Just thinking about the future, I guess.”

“Oh?”

“Not mine. Yours.”

He went very still at that, gaze focused unerringly on you. The silence stretched between you just to the point of being uncomfortable, and then he murmured, “How do you mean?”

“Just… thinking about life after this.” You swallowed the rest of what you could say - if he’d live after this. How you’d live with yourself after this. Knowing what you knew. Knowing what was coming.

“Don’t think too hard about that.” Dave squeezed your hand, tugging you a little closer. “You’ll drive yourself crazy that way.”

A watery little laugh bubbled up out of you, and you nodded. You were already proving him right, after all. “You’re pretty good at this advice business,” you said, managing a more teasing tone.

“Yeah, well, I’ve had some practice at it.” He shrugged, though he didn’t let go of you yet. “Tell me about your job.”

You blinked at the change in topic but obliged, starting slowly but gaining confidence as you spoke. Dave was a good listener, as it turned out. And he managed to keep you talking all through the rest of the picnic, even packing up the empty containers before you could help. (That earned him a pout, and he just chuckled at you.)

Finally, though, you both fell quiet again. He stood and offered you a hand up before packing up the blanket again. You turned away from him to look around the rest of the park, doing your best to ignore the ache in your chest.

A soft call of your name made you turn, and you blinked to find Dave almost directly behind you.

“A bit of advice, if I may?” At your nod, Dave nodded. “Don’t think about what anyone else wants here. Think about what you want. What you need. Everything else will fall into place.”

“But…” You trailed off, dismayed.

Dave cupped your shoulders, stepping in closer. “No. No buts. In this, you must think of what you need. Not us.” He held your gaze for long moments until you nodded, then he stepped back. “Just keep that in mind.”

Neither of you spoke again the entire way back to your temporary home.

#how did you love #f!reader #dave york #jack daniels #frankie morales #the thief #ezra #ezra prospect #marcus pike

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stygia-n · 8 months ago

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"They are something to gawk at and admire with the proper telescope and equipment. It'll be unlike anything you can see from satellites or images on the internet."

Even a high-resolution camera would not be able to capture the full extent of its beauty. Jade heard earlier that day that there would be a case of celestial lights that very same night, and he'd thought it would be an opportune moment to invite Idia to watch them with him at the peak of one of the smaller hills in Night Raven College. Fortunately, Jade knows a spot where there wouldn't be too many people and that they'd most likely have the enclosed piece of turf to themselves, enclosed by pine trees.

They set out after dark, with Jade carrying most of the equipment as it's commonplace for him to have a bag ready for a mountain hike he could whip up and set off at a moment's notice. In case of emergencies, he always carry enough for two and was ever grateful to do so at this very moment. However, midway through the hike he can't help but notice that Idia seems to have gone missing.

Confused, he turns around, eyebrows furrowed when he watches Idia's figure falling behind him and smaller than the last time he turned around to check on him. Oh, Jade breathes to himself, how unaccommodating of me.

Idia lacked the stamina to endure intense trips uphill, something he'd reminded Jade of earlier, but Jade had mistakenly forgotten about them in his excitement to quickly reach the summit. He does a U-turn and goes back down quickly in large steps until he finally reaches Idia.

There's the sound of something heavy being set onto the ground before someone kneels in front of the Ignihyde Housewarden, back bent. Jade extends a hand towards Idia, his face void of a lick of any impatience. "Allow me," Perhaps piggybacking someone up the hill wasn't the most romantic thing one could do, so instead, he slips an arm under the older boy's knees, and another one around his shoulders before he lifts him up into the air, doing so easily as if Idia barely weighted anything to him. He shrugs his backpack back on and proceeds once more to ascend upwards.

Despite Idia's grumbles about how he could enjoy the sights of a starry sky in the comfort of his own room perfectly fine through VR, Jade had been most insistent that nothing could compare to the real thing, and if Idia really wanted to prove him wrong on that front, well, there was only one way to do that. It absolutely, certainly, most definitely had nothing to do with that look in Jade's eyes that always had Idia conceding to his whims eventually.

The initial trek had been manageable. The cool night air helped, and Idia could keep pace rather easily. As their journey went on, however, it started to seem like there was going to be no end to the trail, and the incline only got steeper and steeper.

Idia finds himself struggling to catch his breath, and his legs burn with the effort required to put one foot in front of the other. "This was a mistake!" Idia gasps, but his voice is too weak to carry even over the gentle breeze. The distance between him and Jade has been lengthening for a while now, and Idia can barely make out the silhouette of his figure up ahead. "Curse these outdoorsy types, why did I have to go and get myself involved with one who loves hiking up mountains, FFS!" Idia wheezes, each curse being the only thing that's fueling the steps he's taking. As much as he liked the idea of watching the stars with Jade, his physical vessel is a weak and fragile one. The spirit may be willing, but the legs are soft and squishy!

Just as he is about to collapse right there on the trail and let the dirt claim him, he hears something thud to the ground heavily in front of him. Idia uses what little energy he has left to lift his head, and sees Jade who seems to have turned back for him. He mentally prepares himself for some kind of lecture of scolding about how he needs to get out more, instead, he's met with Jade's outstretched hand and a rather patient smile. Idia wonders if he's actually already died and gone to heaven. If he looks back, maybe he'll see his poor corpse lying somewhere behind him?

Idia glances over his shoulder. Nope. Still alive.

Before he can even muster up the breath to respond, he's already being lifted up into the air. Idia lets out a muffled shriek and wraps his arms around Jade's neck in a panic because no one has ever handled him in such a manner. It's like he weighs nothing to Jade, and it's strange to have his legs dangling in the air, even though having the weight off of his feet feels like bliss. Ah, is this one of those cutscenes where the love interest swoops in to rescue the MC because she's injured or her feet hurt?

"Y-you really don't have to, but t-thanks..." Idia mumbles. There isn't much light around them save for Jade's handy lantern, as well as the soft glow from Idia's flaming hair. The physical closeness, the sound of Jade's slightly laboured breathing as he continues upwards, and the way Idia maybe uses all of this as an excuse to rest his head on Jade's chest, and if Jade somehow catches a flicker of pink amidst the blue flames, no he doesn't. Eventually the ground starts to even out, indicating that they're nearing the peak.

#muraenide #𝐉𝐀𝐃𝐄 & 𝐈𝐃𝐈𝐀 「muraenide」 ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋɴᴇꜱꜱ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ᴍᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴇᴘ ʙʟᴜᴇ ꜱᴇᴀ; ɪ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄʟᴏꜱᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ #𝐔𝐍𝐕𝐄𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐃 : answered #𝐒𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐃𝐄𝐃 : in character

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gemofbyroden-rp · 10 months ago

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Nine People to Get to Know Better

I rarely post actual content or coding here and this tumblr has mostly become a catch all for my interests (aren't they all), but I was tagged by @starkspi, and wanted to do this! Let's go! Last Song I Listened to: Human Enough - ONR

Currently Watching: A very weird combo of The Tudors (to both oggle the costumes but also "wtf is that ruff? THAT IS INACCURATE TO THE TIME PERIOD BUT IT'S SO PRETTY"), Critical Role campaign One (Rewatch), D20 Fantasy High Freshman Year Rewatch, Bob's Burgers, True Detective, Peaky Blinders (because I apparently stopped watching at some point and want to watch the whole thing). Friends is also perpetually on when I need to zone out.

Sweet/Savory/Spicy?: Savory. I cannot handle spice at all and will wheeze at one lime chip, apparently.

Relationship Status: A curious question for a cursory-attempt to know someone via the Internet. Silly survey.

Current Obsession: BG3 has been a brainrot for months. Months.

Last Thing I Googled: At the time of this writing? Irish Crown Jewels. Gotta' love a good unsolved heist.

No tags here! Again, this is mostly just a catch all of inspo and occasional ramblings of my stuff (and it's VERY occasional... very rare occasion). Even my RP Discord is a completely different identity. If you wanna do this, I can't and won't stop you. :)

#she speaks

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truckreincarnation · 1 year ago

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I Can’t Remember A Single Role I Was Suited For | Manami | 4.2 | RE: Esmée, Bian, Theo, Germain

Seeing Esmée like this breaks her heart. Manami forces herself to stay lost in the colours of Calum’s cape, ears tuned in but eyes vacant. Bian, too, every time she says dad it twists the vice in her own chest even tighter.

And then Bian says something else that knocks her nearly damn all the way out of her little pity party. Are You Jeff.

“Wh-wh-wh-WHAAAAA?”

The way Manami yelps and full-body startles like a frightened cat when Bian asks her if she’s Jeff is probably answer enough on its own. After a moment of clear, off-guard surprise, she has the decency to look a little sheepish about the outburst, doing her little finger-tappy pointing thing with an almost comical shy pout.

“Sorry about that, you just, um, just surprised me. You… gosh, you just know me so well, Bian. I… yeah, I’m Jeff. It’s really stupid, but, but I just thought having a reminder of something like a dark creepypasta character on hand might help me remember what was at stake for me with that really mean motive I had!! Like, um, like the Sword of Damocles, but… the Knife of Jeff. I, I didn't think… and then… and then after all this I didn't want anyone to worry, so I didn't say anything. It was just a stupid nod to a stupid internet story. That's all.”

Moving on from that particularly embarrassing personal anecdote, thank you very much. She sinks back comfortably into her grief, remaining afloat with a death grip on lights and colours. She tangles her fingers in her hair as she trips over Theophania’s words and into her own.

“If you saw Frank crawling, then, um, like Germain is asking, maybe you would have seen or heard- um, oh, maybe not with your ears! You said you didn’t really get that fixed until after you were out of the Blossom yourself. Still!! Surely you would have seen something else happen to cause it, right?”

She pauses to think, expression growing more perturbed.

“Unless you couldn’t have seen what happened to it from the outside. Bear with me here, I just…”

God. Is she really about to say this? Is she really, truly, about to do this again? When did the version of events she finds herself about to suggest become the ideal, the best-case-scenario, the wishful thinking?

“If someone wasn’t totally unconscious or incapacitated when you, um…. send them in. Could they voluntarily dispel the effect, maybe?”

Manami frowns even deeper at the mere thought of it.

“Because I don’t know if D- dammit, if Frank died exactly where the flower spit him out. There’s that one long trail of drag marks from where I assume he was crawling, and the ground right under him is… more disturbed than I think it would be if he dropped out and just dropped dead from someone trying to kill him.”

Her breath catches, almost in a wheeze. Happy ending - yeah right.

“Whatever the case, one way or another he made it to Luz after getting out, and she was killed by the explosion. That’s… that’s still what we need to figure out here. Esmée is completely right. The explosion was intentional and… that’s what we need to figure out, even if the deaths probably weren’t. In fact... I'm pretty sure they can't have been. If the radius was doubled, it should have only had an intended effective blast zone of around 25 feet. All three of Theophania, Luz, and Frank were further away from the Gate than that. And I'm no expert, but I can't imagine they were thrown that far by the blast, even if it was twice as powerful as intended. If it launched them that far, it... probably would have killed at least one of them on impact instead of... ouuuuughhhhg..h.h.."

Thanks for the insight on that, Avery. Manami hums morosely in thought. This! Sucks!

“If they were trying to destroy the barrier and had no idea their bomb would backfire so strongly, it makes sense that the creator would also be standing within 50 feet of it. Thrown or launched… I know we’re kind of stupidly strong now, but why take any chances of it missing? They’d probably want to be close enough to make a run for it before anyone could be alerted to reactivate it too. But… hmmm. No, isn't that also weird?”

She twists her hair into tighter curls. Think. Think.

“Even Theophania’s crazy-strong healing factor didn’t patch her back up that quickly, or that thoroughly. Frank and Luz were in awful shape. If it wasn’t one of those three-- which, um, isn’t an accusation, don’t get me wrong!! -- then how did the culprit avoid getting injured?”

#Manami #ch4 #trial4

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the-firebird69 · 1 year ago

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We have more reports to update and new ones to issue

-the clones are being pushed back and eaten alive. They had 20 bases they're real big and those were the cavern bases. Right now they're down to three when people are hiring more troops everyday and they're doing well... There were 30 large cavern and they are being eaten alive, there's about 10 remaining.. 300 regular or medium cavern bases the down to about 10 those are going fast they got information on them they had to move just reports that giant spiders were heading this way never falls there are crabs. Another monitoring the holes and the tunnels and they didn't get far they're wheezing and stuff after about a mile get there 10 ft but the tanks went over and hit them. The other ones can't see it. Old enough nobody got harmed but they were very surprised. Mostly they destroyed them some people ate it and they're sick they're crappy even though they came from the ocean

-just started a chain reaction there's a bunch of idiots trying to bring them ashore and sacrifice them in front of the big one and they're getting killed Max and others are picking them up or just shooting them and the crabs eat them then they shoot the crabs it's gross. Here they kept on the tunnels we do a lot of it McDonald's to some next to some and the more locker kept out permanently

-Jason and his people are being removed from the state forever they don't want them here they're scourge and they're losers their show in the Golden buffet was ridiculous and we hate them and don't want them at the house at all they try and get here which they have been they get annihilated by a whole bunch of people and we're bringing them to court tomorrow for what they were doing here and Stan is going to court tomorrow to try and buy his property back and the max don't want to hear it and are telling him he'll be arrested and he thinks he's the balls so he's going to go there. Sherry is waiting for him to drop dead yes. And she'll own the property and she will start doing repair work if she can and that's what we heard to say we having a believer because anybody would move out if it doesn't work and it's on its last leg she said and it probably is and the septic is a question really that much water on it and the pavement leaking who knows the back doesn't stay wet long enough then you can mount it up a little to get the water out people say that and it's true the surface water goes elsewhere so she's thinking about it and is working on it

-there's a few other things happening things are changing here slowly the idiots are getting fired slowly and other mild idiots Are taking over and they're more reasonable still kind of harsh but it is more pleasant and things actually work s the max are coming from behind corners of movie in and seem to keep them around no it's a process and it's going on that's very big shortly the morlock will be pushed out fully and we mean out of all of the living areas some people are stuck in these Holocaust houses and they hate it and the McDonald's are doing it and they're not and they're in some of them so that's stupid and they want to put our sun in it and it says why should I join you in that crap and they say the internet says no I'm not this is one of the boss's houses and it's true but he's not a boss of the Holocaust at all and we are going forwards and putting lawsuits together on people who keep harassing him we expect the situation to be cleared up within a week or so it's a nightmare here still you people won't leave him alone regardless it active manual labor today and her son couldn't even help him and he wanted him to it was horrible

-after time we started to figure out something he doesn't want to do the lifting no he doesn't care it's not a holocaust house it's funny though everyone's seen this longer machine s*** but I have to do the laundry somewhere so there's a few other things happening we want Dave and Trump out and Terry and they won't move and are very fresh mouthed and they get hit a lot. And Mike too says they get hit a lot and is evidence everywhere and it's shown it and they shy wave and keep on doing the crap so they don't care if they get hit they just want to annoy him and it's extremely angry and frustrating so we put in motion tonight more programs to stop them they're really supported by too many people and they found them holding people out of houses a lot of them revoked their support and starting to work

-Trump is under multiple charges and we're going to come back in a moment but he is going down the river and he is not going to be president and he's not going to run there's too much evidence against him and there's too many people who are filing statements and pressing charges civil and criminal and he is going to face the music and they want him to shut up and get away from him and stop acting like a little child along with his baby boy. If he doesn't they're going to throw the book at him you give me the time frame and he's just sitting there scoffing acting like an a****** already after September he has an October court date in Georgia and those charges are extremely serious and there's three people or four now we're turning evidence on him and not to mention people who are not involved with it 100% who are offering information like the president and Justin and Camilla will and Bill Ken and Mack and all sorts of people because I can't stand him okay the idiot needs to move out and he's sitting there being an annoying a****** all day and night and he's annoying everybody now 20 people went out to the inner ring and solicited help from millions and millions of people they're all dead and the 20 people died there's 60 households that are original and John remillard got pulled out of 30 more he had 60 houses and he got pulled out of 30 tonight and 20 before it has 10 only but his died in combat no they were pulled out and taking a prison and they're going to be executed tonight and there are 10 households left that are the trumpsters and really just five people here and they change houses and a bunch of assholes and they're keeping the little girl out and she's pissed off she tries to hit them all the time and they're gross people and vulgar and rude crafts mean and their thieves and keep stealing from each other and beating each other up it's just a nightmare that's so gross and act like animals so we want them out and we're pressing charges bringing them to court tomorrow for their behavior here they don't own any of these houses and they're not they're not paying rent of these 10 houses and the landlords that own them lost but they only own two the other one is Biden. And he's going to get his butt kicked in court and he's abusing our son he's just the thing to do because of Tommy F what time you have is losing and he he tell me if was losing and he had a huge empire gigantic and this moron Trump ruined it which is good for us but it was huge and it got ruined by doing that to him

-there's another group of people that are going to get evicted other than Trump and it's bja and from all over the place and from the neighborhood well usually requires a lot more Force but they're evicting him from houses and others but specifically him because of how he took over a bunch of houses he came in with his people and he would wipe out the area of houses over and over and all the others know it including minority morlock and they're going after them now over the houses that are remaining to get them out and the Max and McDonald's are evicting them from the remaining House of saying that they committed murders and that's what they did and John remillard did too but nowhere near as many as bja and he was killing John Reema Lord and his company of yappers they say cuz they were and right now the households are really low by comparison what they were they were like 20 plus percent of the habitats right now it's about 10% above 15% we discussed and they are being yanked out and they're infighting you think by tomorrow they'll be for only 5% left and then we're going to begin recording off more neighborhoods above and beyond the 5% it's going to be pulled out and tomorrow we should probably get two and a half percent there are going other evictions going on and they're going on because of Court proceedings and some are in the neighborhood and they're evicting three people for non-payment it's not these people here who haven't paid a dime for years it's a couple streets over to the South and they are guilty of course and they say they're not it's a lot of money they owe like $20,000 each and is three of them and they watch our son go by and start saying s*** every single time they're a bunch of bums out here and losers and low lives and don't know the math so they're getting evicted by the landlords for McDonald's and they're going to make it stick they say and they'll be 57 households after that we suspect they'll have an action tomorrow with maybe 20 more households and it's really getting down there and the warlock should notice it but they're not because they move more in and they just switch out all the time and disappear and it's a mess so it's hard to tell they say but that's what's going on it is progress against this group

-this is all going to speed up momentarily as people seek these robots I'm going to publish and talk to that in a minute

Thor Freya

We are here listening and working and offering advice and ideas occasionally but this is mostly Thor and Freya yes

Zues Hera

Olympus

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puppyguppy · 1 year ago

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His voice is muffled, but undeniably his. Low, a little rough, almost a drawl with how some of the syllables seem to slur together. Not like he's drunk or anything, but tired, maybe? His words like the song sang by someone just woken up, or about to doze off. Admittedly, you know that's just how he sounds. At least in the sparse interviews and announcements you've seen; at least when he isn't mad.

Eraserhead is here.

A little late, but here.

Ever the hero, he hasn't stood you up.

And yet, you leave him hanging, your brain buffering and throat swallowing through sandpaper, the silence long enough for him to try knocking again.

You startle again.

You choke on saliva and then cough, but force out an affirmative alongside a wheeze of wet oxygen. You're off to a mortifying start, and as the doorknob turns, you ponder your chances of hiding. After all, there's two beds you could crawl under, or maybe a window in the bathroom you could climb out of -- if only there was more time.

But in a blink, he's in the room with you, and the door is locked again.

The room might as well be vacuume-sealed for how hard it is to suddenly breathe.

He's...tall.

A fact you already knew, because you're a creep with a crush and unlimited internet access, but it's a completely different thing to see how tall he is. Instead of read it. It's not like he's the tallest guy you've ever seen or anything, but the fact he's tall while shrugging, slouching -- making the space that should be between the two of you smaller, just because he doesn't feel like fighting the force of gravity. Or, maybe it's just the weight of the world.

He's not in his hero costume. Isn't wearing his sharp scarf or iconic goggles. Instead, he's wearing jeans. Dark, dark gray with a little acid wash and stress marks. His shoes surprise you for some silly reason, because they're just sneakers. Black with white laces. The top half of him is covered in a black button-up; sleeves rolled up to his elbows, the first few buttons undone. The fabric looks soft though, stretchy even -- like t-shirt material. His hair falls into his face like it always does, at least, you assume it does, when he doesn't have it pulled back for a press conference or something. A little wavy and around his eyes --

Eyes that are studying you just as much as you are studying him.

He's a hero.

And you aren't a hero, but you help heroes, you're on the same side, so why does it feel like --

What are you supposed to do? What are you supposed to say? When it feels like he can see straight into your soul through your eyes, weigh it's worth in the dirt beneath him, and see the same too-quick pulse of your heart in your pupils?

You brush shoulders with heroes on the daily. That's your job. You're used to being constantly and chronically, respectfully star-struck. But this goes far beyond that. Far deeper than that. You're not star-struck, but star-stuck. A gross little lightning bug caught in a jar, subconsciously signalling for help. You know Eraserhead has helped hundreds, thousands. You know those lucky enough to have him as a teacher consider him much more than that. Consider him a guardian.

However.

You do not feel safe.

And so you open your big, dumb, stunned mouth, and pretend to be brave.

"Are you even allowed to smoke in here?"

What with the lack of oxygen in the room, it couldn't be safe. Right? If it was already deteriorating your braincells at such an alarming rate --

Eraserhead's face does...something.

It scrunches up in the center, brows furrowed and nose crinkled, like he's confused or disgusted. But then it relaxes, all at once, and with an audible puff of amused sounding air.

Oh.

He's laughing at you.

Time to turn around and look for that bathroom window.

"It would've been quite counterproductive to book a room that didn't allow it, don't you think?"

Think? No, actually. You don't think. Can't think.

All you can do is blush and stare, like an uprooted beet.

Everyone is always warned about villains.

And like, obviously, most aren't in the market of befriending any of them. Usually. Sure, some of those crazy circles might have that 'thicker than blood' mentality, and an 'until death do us part' kind of loyalty, which can be quite appealing. But, at the end of the day, most of them were still -- well. Crazy. Criminals, killers, or about to be.

No one is ever warned about heroes, though.

And just how dangerous, just how chaotic it can be to befriend any of them instead.

It's the heroes' fault, after all -- your friends' fault, that you are now in the mess that you're in. They're the reason you're standing, awkward and anxious and alone, in the middle of a rented room. In a love hotel, no less. At the very least, the room is...inconspicuous enough. Not that you've had a real look around yet; maybe a little afraid of what you might find. You've heard stories of places like this, of what some rooms comes with, complimentary, and what can furthermore be purchased. There's probably lube somewhere. Condoms. Aphrodisiacs. There's probably alcohol in the minifridge. And, you're not sure if all three remotes on the entertainment stand are for the television, or...

You never pictured yourself ending up in a place like this.

You never had a need. Or even a desire. Any curiosity of such establishments (and what went down in them) was always so fleeting, there was hardly a single solid thought to act upon. The metaphorical cat of your morals remained very much alive.

Until now.

The room has not one, but two beds. Which seems a bit much, but maybe not? What do you know? There's one on the first floor, a california king by the looks of it; but then there's a flight of stairs that lead up to a loft, where there's the second, smaller bed. That's all that's up there, though. The rest of the first floor has a fairly large television, surrounded by equally as large speakers, a coffee table, a sectional sofa...then there's that minifridge, a door that leads to what must be the bathroom, and a few other doors that are most likely closets. Cabinets. Which you definitely don't plan on checking.

Whatever might be in them, you're not here for.

No, you're here because you friends thought it'd be funny to - to all pitch in together and bid on some ridiculous experience. There's always charity auctions at the hero galas, and this year's had been no different. Normally, a couple of heroes would offer things like a date or a dance. Some of them would auction off limited edition merch, or maybe a day of training, etc. Wholesome, PR approved things - things that wouldn't embarrass whatever charity the money was going to.

This year though...had hosted a rather unique experience, and with a hero that hardly bothered to show his face during the day, let alone at a gala. A hero that you just so happen to have a huge, embarrassing crush on. Despite never having met him. It's not like you're a hero, you're just part of support -- granted, a very necessary part of support, but still.

Eraserhead only ever used his capture weapon and goggles.

And if he ever needed them repaired, he never came to you with them. Which, why would he? There was never a reason for him to. And, you were content with that. Content knowing there would never be a reason. That you'd never meet him, and he could stay a stupid little celebrity crush, and your friends could forever tease you a little bit about it, because that was life. That was normal, that was fine.

But then you'd seen his auction.

For 1,500,00 yen, Underground Pro-Hero Eraserhead will put his cigarette out anywhere on your body.

You'd been gobsmacked.

And caught staring, wide-eyed and flushed, up at the screen. You couldn't believe it -- couldn't believe that Eraserhead was even participating in this year's gala, and couldn't believe he'd offer something so - so -- you couldn't believe his PR team had even -- wait, did a hero like him even have a PR team? How had the charity even allowed that? A charity for...abused, sexually assaulted, and homeless children.

You still can't believe it.

Can't wrap your head around it. Or how your friends, several drinks into the night, had all snuck off at different intervals to drop money off at Eraserhead's designated auction booth, until that 1,500,000 yen was achieved. Or how they'd all smirked, cheered, and toasted after shoving a gold ticket into your sweaty, shaking hands. The ticket had your name on it. A date, a time, and an address. Which had led you to where you are now.

With the ticket still burning in your back pocket, where you're sure it'll leave the first of many welts on your skin.

Since that's the reason you're here.

Because your friends paid for you to be your dream guy's ashtray for the night.

You hope you aren't overdressed. Or underdressed. You weren't exactly sure what was appropriate to wear for an occasion such as...this. So, you'd settled on a black, form-fitting, and slightly sheer tank top, tucked into a pair of yellow, wide-legged slacks. It left most of your arms exposed, some of your shoulders, the nape of your neck and the top of your chest. And the pants were easy enough to pull up and expose your legs, because -- yes. You'd put a shameful amount of thought into the easy access of your flesh. And the colors that adorned it. His colors.

Which...might've been a touch too far, now that you're left with nothing to do but think about it.

And how you kind of hope you get stood up.

Like, maybe this was a prank. Or a scam. Or, maybe Eraserhead got caught up in some trouble. Some much more important hero work. If so, you could just stay until the room's time was up. You'd get comfortable enough eventually, with just yourself. Enough to sit down somewhere, at least. You could mess around on your phone, then head home and laugh it all of. You could pretend it was just some strange dream, though your friends would tease you even more, even harder -- that'd be fine.

As it should be.

A sudden but solid double-knock on the door startles you so hard that your knees almost buckle.

"Can I come in?"

#aizawa shouta #aizawa x reader #aizawa x y/n #gender neutral reader #aizawa #still working on this #not based on a tiktok this time!#bestie picked “ashtray” so

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shmothman · 2 years ago

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This is nothing but I had to write it anyway. Someone please explain memes to this man. Source: I can’t keep up with the kids’ memes either. (500 words)

Clavell’s tentative call of your name makes you look up from your work, losing your place in the seemingly endless excel sheets before you. You blink the strain from your eyes and swivel around to face him—he’s sitting at his desk, hands steepled before him. You’ve seen him like this before: he’s been thinking hard about something.

“Hm?”

“You seem… good with the students,” he starts, and you already know where this is going—your lips start to quirk upwards before he can finish, “would you say that you’re… hip?”

You purse your lips—trying your best not to laugh—and roll your shoulders: you’ve been sitting at the computer for far too long. “I wouldn’t say I’m hip, no.”

He frowns. “But you understand their slang.”

“Sometimes,” you admit with a shrug. “But kids are always coming up with new things that I don’t get.”

“You seem very capable of keeping up with them,” he presses. “How do you do it?”

You give a short, self-derisive laugh. “It’s ‘cause I’m on poke-twitter too much.”

“Really?” He asks, his interest clearly piqued. “That allows you to keep up with the slang?”

You know where this is headed, and you instantly know that you need to put a stop to it. “Sorta, but I promise it’s not worth it.”

“Why not?”

You lean back in your chair with a sigh, crossing your arms behind your neck and your ankles before you. “That place is a hellscape, Clavell. People are, like…” how on earth do you describe the drama of the internet? “…Really mean to each other.”

His brows are knitted in concentration. “Ah,” he says. “Like the cyber-bullying.”

Well, he’s at least heard of that term.

“Yeah, but that’s not even all of it. The stupidest stuff happens on there, all the time.”

He gives a hum of displeasure. “I just want to be able to… connect with the students more,” he says, and you know how he feels. It’s clear in everything he does that he cares about them, that he wants to be able to meet them on as equal a footing as possible. But dear god they’d eat him alive on poke-twitter.

You smile gently. “What did you hear that’s got you thinking about this?”

He puts his head in his hands, his voice coming slightly muffled as he replies: “I walked past a group of boys, and one of them let his Foongus out of its poke-ball. The other three immediately said, ‘uh-moh-gus,’ and then ‘sus.’”

You let out a wheezing laugh that makes you double over in your chair, and Clavell hunches over further.

“What am I missing?” He laments, and you have to take a deep breath to steady yourself.

“Oh god, I’m sorry,” you say, still not containing your laughter well, “I’m sorry.” You finally sober enough to grab your phone from your desk and head over to him, and you know he doesn’t like it when you do it, but you sit on his desk anyway. “Alright,” you say, leaning over to share your screen with him. “This is gonna take a bit.”

A/N: this one goes out to whoever is running the Clavell Twitter account. Also, I’m not on Twitter. But my partner sends me the highlights.

#please don’t judge me for this #also the inherent hilarity of just adding ‘poke-‘ to any existing website #is this crack?? do I tag this as crack??#director clavell #clavell #pokemon #pokemon sv #did I write this instead of working on the ACTUAL clavell x reader fic I’m writing? maybe #x reader #I mean it’s not romantic but it’s second person so I figure I should tag it #ANYWAY I’ll have a less g-rated fic soon byeeee

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makur0 · 2 years ago

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HELLOOO!!! May I request a Dom Jun smut?? With praise and overstimulation please??

“Let me have my way with you.”

synopsis — whatever he asks, you shall give. you brought this upon yourself, after all. [jun sazanami x AFAB! reader]

content warnings — nsfw, mdni. dom! jun, couch sex, messy sex, penetration, overstimulation, praise, nipple play, lingerie, you and jun can’t take anything seriously

author’s note — sobbing that he’s not home yet… please come home jun 🥹 the food is getting cold [also random but my headcanon of jun being a cereal addict? random, right? i think it’s true.]

word count — 1197

“MY WHOLE LIFE IS A FUCKING LIE.”

Jun had suddenly burst into the apartment, that phrase being the first thing to leave his lips. You, who was seated on the couch, craned your neck to stare at the male. “Huh?”

Amber eyes stared at you, void of humor. “Did you know that Froot Loops are all the same flavor?”

“...WHAT-?!” You burst into laughter, doubling over as Jun looked at you forlornly. “You-” You wheezed. “You never knew that??”

“It’s my childhood cereal!” He yelled, causing you to laugh even harder at his seriousness. “I’ve always liked the red ones, and not the purples ones. We’re they really the same flavor all this time??”

“How did you find this out?” You choked out, still recovering from laughing so much. “Aw, baby.”

“Ibara had to fuckin’ cut in on me and Ohii-san’s conversation, and literally looked it up on the internet. I swear he had this sort of smug smile on his face-” He let out a harsh sigh, kicking his shoes off and tossing them in the corner. “First that, and I had a small job that went absolutely terrible.”

Shaking your head and chuckling, you threw your arms open as Jun fell into them, digging his face into your stomach and groaning. “Was it really that bad today?”

“Mhm,” He hummed against your shirt, moving himself so he could speak properly. “The producer had me do a small ad for some company, so I just took it without another thought. But the person who’s running it is a dipshit and changes his idea almost every ten minutes. God-” he then cut himself off, and you gave him a confused glance. “...

“The fuck is this?” his hand was brought up near your collar, drifting towards your- oh.

I forgot I had this on.

He had noticed the lingerie that you had on under your shirt and shorts, well, the strap of the top. The color matched his hair: a dark, indigo blue with intricate lacing that currently wasn’t open to his gaze.

Jun shot you a questioning look, his ears turning pink. “Is this what you do when you’re bored?”

“I-” You stuttered, cursing mentally that you didn’t change earlier. “It was a gift- from a friend. Yeah.”

After a second, you then shrugged helplessly. “Alright, I was trying it on for sometime we... you know. Something new, I guess.”

Jun contemplated this. If you were thinking about that in your free time, he probably wasn’t giving you enough attention... damn.

But another thing, you said whenever they did it. So you wouldn’t mind now, would you?

“You really have been working hard,” You grinned, tapping his nose. “My baby boy needs a little present after all his idol-ish stuff, doesn’t he?”

Jun scowled at him, his face flushing. “You’re not wrong... but can I have it now?”

“Eh?”

He smirked. His turn to make you flustered. “You heard me. May I please have my little gift now? Unless my baby girl can’t give it to me. How disappointing-”

“No!” You blurted, straightening your torso to rip off your shirt, causing the male to cough loudly at the sight. “I will give if you want!”

“...You’re so fucking brash, god-” He shook his head, pushing you to lay back down and proceeded to climb on top of you. “Whatever. It’s a nice set, though.”

“It is right?” You huffed proudly. “I know I- I mean my friend picked it out perfectly!”

“Right,” He muttered, not listening at all as he traced his fingers on your bra. “...”

“So I was thinking, like, riding or sum-” You were silenced by the single finger pressed to your mouth, round eyes looking up at Jun.

“Shush. And let me have my way with you,” He grumbled. “It’s my gift, after all.”

---

“You’re doing great, good... one more? Please?”

He had drained all of your cockiness right out of you as soon as he started to get serious. Jun didn’t bother to take off your panties, instead pushing them aside in order to drill his cock continuously into you, your cum splattering everything in range whenever he slammed his pelvis against his ass.

You could only force out a garbled moan, too far gone to give him a real answer. Your grip on the pillow was so tight you were sure it was going to tear sooner or later, and your mouth was drooling so much it was starting to stain the couch. Hickeys and bruises littered your neck, shoulders, and lower back, and a prominent hand print was on your asscheek. For such a loving guy, he sure was rough...

Another choked noise left you as you felt yourself collapse into another countless orgasm, your back arching as he didn’t seem to slow down at all. Instead he cooed out a praise, ruffling your hair as if you were his dog. Compared to all of your orgasms, Jun only came once or twice, which would have infuriated you if you weren’t in a brain-dead state.

This was the first time he really went all out on you, and to say the least you were loving it.

“Such a good girl...” He chuckled. “This is a great gift, babe. Although I’m not done with you yet~”

He flipped you over onto your back, tossing your pillow away as he clashed his teeth against yours for a kiss, spit spreading all over. Instantly your hands reached for his hair and tugged, pouring your broken moans into his mouth. He seemed to slow down just a tad bit, but you weren’t recovering anytime soon until this man came to a full stop.

But you really didn’t want him to. When is the next time you’re going to feel like this? And plus, could you reach your breaking limit? How would that go?

Breaking the makeout session with a much-needed breath, he cleaned his face and reached to your breasts, pushing them out of the bra and starting to play with them. Although this was the first time he gave attention to them, you threw your head back at the sensitivity of your nipples, trying to arch away from his curious hands. “J-un! S’too much...-!”

“It’s not,” He immediately shot back, quickening his fingers. “You’re still sucking me in like a vise... fuck,” He cursed under his breath. “It’s telling me you can keep going, right?”

“I—” You swallowed. “Y’s... yes, please.”

Jun let out a pleased hum, retracting himself from your chest and gripping your waist as he fucked you harshly once again, groaning at your tightness. He really couldn’t get enough of you- even if he was was milked dry, the energy gone, he couldn’t bring himself to pull away from such a treat. He couldn’t pull himself away from you.

He should probably get some sleep. Heck, he should keep some of his energy to deal with Hiyori later.

But with you, Jun could forget about the world and indulge himself in you. With you and your god-given pussy he could run away from his stress and dive into the pool of pleasure.

And sometimes, he didn’t feel so guilty about it.

#ensemble stars #enstars #ensemble stars smut #enstars smut #ensemble stars x reader #enstars x reader #jun sazanami #jun sazanami x reader #jun sazanami smut

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bluejayblueskies · 3 years ago

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jontim hugs 32 or jonmartin touch 16

touches prompt list

16 - massaging them

wow it has been so very long since you sent this ask and i am very sorry for the wait! i hope you enjoy this season one jmart nonetheless <3

Martin has been living in the Archives for a few weeks now, and it’s been … fine. It’s not like document storage is a five-star accommodation, but it has a bed (cot with approximately six blankets stacked on top of it that Tim had insisted he take), entertainment (jigsaw puzzles and books and Sasha’s old phone that he can watch videos on if he’s okay with the incredibly slow buffer time from the Institute’s shit internet), and amenities (microwave and electric kettle, repurposed decontamination shower, semi-private bathroom). And there isn’t a worm-infested woman knocking at his door every ten minutes, which is … something, at least.

Another aspect of never leaving the Archives is that Martin has seen more of Jon in the past few weeks than he’d seen of him his entire first few months working here. He’d known that Jon almost always stayed later than the rest of them, waving them away with an absent yes, goodbye when they left for the day. He just hadn’t thought that later meant often misses the last train and has to sleep in his office.

The first time that Martin had hesitantly poked his head into Jon’s office just after midnight, mug of chamomile tea in his hand as a sort of peace offering to ply him into maybe going home and getting some rest, he’d seen Jon slumped forward, head resting against his hands and back arced into a position that looked truly uncomfortable. Martin discovered three things that day:

Jon snores, quite adorably, little inhales and exhales that sound more akin to the wheezing of a cat than the rumble of a human.

The lines of tension that decorate the corners of Jon’s eyes and mouth and forehead disappear in sleep, leaving behind something soft that makes Martin finally put some stock in Sasha’s claim that Jon isn’t quite 30 yet, no matter what he says to the contrary.

He maybe—probably—almost certainly—just might … be developing a little, tiny, inconsequential crush on his boss. Which is … great. Just what he needs.

It wasn’t until after Martin lay down in the cot, full mug of chamomile tea sitting on the makeshift bedside table next to him, that it occurred to him that had he not been here, Jon would be using the cot right now and would probably wake with significantly less back pain. (Not that the cot is the pinnacle of comfort.) And then Martin just feels guilty.

Maybe that’s why, when Martin walks into the break room one morning to see Jon already there, waiting for the kettle to boil and rubbing at the back of his neck with a grimace, he says, “Do you want some help with that?”

Jon startles and drops his hand quickly, like he’s been caught stealing the last biscuit from the box. “Er, with the … with the tea?” Then, more stuffily: “Because I can make my own tea, thank you.”

“N-not with the tea. I know you can…” Martin bites his lip to keep himself from saying I know you can make your own; I bring you tea because I care. “With, uh. W-with your back?”

Jon frowns. “My … back?”

“You just … you were…” Martin sighs. “It just seemed like your back might be sore, what with you … you know. Sleeping at your desk.”

Jon blinks once before his expression turns into something defensive. “I’m fine,” he says, clipped and sharp.

Martin has had enough experience with this reaction to know that it comes from a place of embarrassment rather than a place of genuine anger. (Though he hopes he won’t have to placate this particular outburst with oolong tea.) He also knows from experience that pushing the matter will get him nowhere and will likely cause more harm than good.

That doesn’t mean that he can’t be just a little bit pointed about the fact that he doesn’t believe Jon one bit.

“All right,” Martin says with a shrug. He grabs a breakfast bar from the counter, eyes the kettle, and—determining that there’s probably enough water in it for the both of them—leans against the counter a few feet away from Jon to wait. He peels back the wrapper of the breakfast bar, pretending like he doesn’t see Jon wince as he reaches into the cabinet for a mug. Jon lifts a hand to his neck as if to rub away the tension but stops halfway and then drops it self-consciously.

The kettle boils, and Martin makes his tea—enough milk to turn the liquid a rich caramel color, just enough sugar to make itself known upon his tongue. He hesitates just a moment, lifting the tea to his lips and taking a sip, when Jon surreptitiously rubs at the small of his back, like he thinks if he puts his hand beneath his suit jacket, Martin won’t see it. Ridiculous man. But Jon doesn’t say anything, so Martin sighs, says, “See you in a bit,” and leaves to get ready for the workday.

Martin told himself that he wasn’t going to bring it up again. He did, really. It’s just … well. He’s always been a carer, by nature or by habit, and there were only so many times he could catch Jon sleeping at his desk or rubbing at his neck or taking paracetamol with his tea before he broke.

“You know,” he says as he picks up a chunk of tofu with his chopsticks and points it at Jon, “before I worked here, I briefly had a job as a massage therapist.”

Jon looks up from his noodles, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Which is … fair, considering that they’d been talking about the latest library acquisitions just a few moments prior. “You … did?”

“Yep. I like to think that I got pretty good at it too before I quit.”

Martin was adequate at best. He hadn’t fudged his CV for that job, but he had fudged the interview just a bit. Stressful times and all that. He doesn’t even remember why he quit—probably too many last-minute cancellations when his mother had a particularly bad day, or maybe he found something that paid better. But he did pick up the basics, and he remembers enough to ease at least some of the pain in Jon’s back. Probably. He’ll be careful.

“Ah.” Jon twirls his chopsticks in his noodles, staring at the resulting clump for a moment before putting it in his mouth and chewing thoughtfully. It delights Martin more than he’ll ever admit that Jon has been willing lately to eat dinner with him—even if it is just cheap takeaway Chinese food that makes Martin feel greasy just looking at it. Martin gets the distinct feeling that Jon would forget to eat at all if Martin didn’t pop his head in around six and suggest that they pick something up. Jon is always elbow-deep in some statement, blinking owlishly at Martin like he’s just now remembering where he is and that he has actual human bodily functions to take care of.

Martin waits a moment. Then, when it appears that Jon isn’t going to say anything else, he continues, “I actually remember a lot of it—helped Tim out a few times when he pulled his back rock climbing.”

Jon hums and puts a piece of chicken in his mouth.

Martin holds back a sigh. Blunt it is then. “I could help you with your back too if you’d like.”

Jon stares at him, swallows. “What?”

“I know you fall asleep at your desk a lot,” Martin says, trying his best to not make it sound like an accusation—and not quite succeeding, given how Jon’s hackles raise just a bit. “And I know that it makes your back sore, so I’m just saying … I could make it better. A-at least a little.”

Martin cannot for the life of him parse the expression on Jon’s face. Confusion, maybe? Surprise? Disdain? God, Martin hopes that’s not it. He rambles on before Jon can say anything. “I just—I know that you would normally be sleeping on the cot if I weren’t using it, a-and I’m really thankful, um, again that you’ve let me stay here, so, you know, i-if I can help with this I’d like to, but o-of course you can say no, I—I wouldn’t want to pressure you—”

“Okay,” Jon says.

“—if you don’t—” Martin cuts off, aware that his face is slowly growing warm and flushed. “Okay?” he repeats.

Jon nods. His shoulders are tight with tension and his lips are pursed, but his voice is soft and genuine when he says, “I would … greatly appreciate it. Thank you.”

“Right. Right!” Martin sets his food down, maybe a bit abruptly. “Right now, or…?”

“After dinner would be best, I think.”

“Right.” Martin picks his food back up again and makes himself take one bite, then another. This is great. This is great! This is what he wanted—to help Jon, to get him to agree to be helped. No need to be nervous at all. Nope. Just going to be giving his boss and fledgling crush who used to hate him but seems to be actually warming up to him a massage. It’s completely fine.

It’s not until they’re in document storage—Martin determined that the cot is probably the best place for this since Jon can lie down semi-comfortably—that it occurs to Martin that he’ll be touching Jon. On the back. Without a shirt on. Probably.

“This, um. I-it’s usually easier if you, er. If you take off your shirt. But if you’re not comfortable with that, you can leave it on! That’s fine.” By the grace of god, Martin’s voice doesn’t come out sounding like he’s having a minor crisis. Small mercies.

Jon looks at the cot, then at Martin, and shrugs. “I don’t mind.”

Then, he takes off his stuffy tweed jacket with the elbow patches and unbuttons his crisp white dress shirt and it’s only years of practice controlling his emotions that keeps Martin from making a complete fool out of himself because Jon is shirtless in front of him and he’s so pretty.

Focus. Be normal. Martin can be normal about this.

“Right,” Martin says, his voice carefully neutral. “So just … lie down there. It’s easier with an actual massage table because there’s, you know, a hole for the head and all that, but if you just—yeah, that—that should work.”

Martin flutters his hands in the air a moment, glad that Jon is facing down and can’t see him visibly flustered, before kneeling next to the cot. “Right. Okay. B-be sure to, er. Tell me if anything hurts or if you want to stop, o-okay?”

“It’s fine, Martin,” Jon says, his voice slightly muffled.

Martin pinches his lips together, takes a deep breath through his nose, and tentatively puts his hands on Jon’s back. Jon is warm, and when Martin begins massaging Jon’s upper back—gingerly at first, then more firmly like he’s actually meant to—he notes how little separates bone from skin. Martin puts that out of mind lest he do something terribly coddling like ask Jon if he’s eating enough and focuses on the knots in Jon’s muscles, of which there are many.

He continues in silence for a while, working his way down Jon’s back until he’s hit the limit of what he can reach without Jon taking off his trousers as well. (Martin is not going to ask Jon to take off his trousers. He might actually die.) Martin considers, several times, starting up a conversation—maybe seeing if he can prompt one of Jon’s long rambles about whatever obscure topic has caught his interest because Martin loves how Jon gets when he’s excited about something. But Jon is so relaxed under his hands, letting out occasional sighs and losing a bit of that tension he always carries with him with every stroke of Martin’s hands, and Martin doesn’t want to break whatever fragile moment they’ve created. Instead, he lets the silence persist as he moves up and begins working on Jon’s neck.

Then, Martin pushes a particular way on Jon’s neck and Jon lets out a low, breathy sound that Martin would be inclined to call a moan if he didn’t know any better. He pulls his hands back and asks, concerned, “Are you all right? Did I hurt you?”

Jon takes a moment to respond. When he does, the soft, relaxed quality of his voice is different enough from what Martin is used to that it brings him up short. “Yes, I’m … I’m quite all right. Just … a bit tight there.”

“Oh.” Martin worries his hands together. “I’ll be gentler then.”

Jon makes a noise of dissent. “No, it’s … it feels good. I will tell you if it hurts, Martin.”

“All right,” Martin says slowly, still nervous. He tells himself that that’s why his hands are a bit shaky when he places them against Jon’s skin again. He takes a moment to steady himself before continuing, taking extra care to listen to Jon and pick out any pained noises should they occur.

Martin is fairly certain, a flush rising up the back of his neck, that the noises that keep slipping from Jon are not ones of pain. He really, really doesn’t know what to do with that knowledge.

When Martin finishes with Jon’s neck and moves on to his scalp, Jon quiets, which Martin isn’t sure whether he’s relieved or disappointed by. Martin presses the tips of his fingers to the top of Jon’s head, the base of his skull, his temples, massaging gently. He allows himself to enjoy the feeling of Jon’s hair against his hand—softer than it looks, tight curls tugging at his fingers—and the way that Jon’s breathing goes even and slow. Martin almost thinks that Jon has fallen asleep until he finally pulls his hands back and Jon makes a questioning noise, turning his head slightly toward Martin.

“Well, that’s—that’s it,” Martin says, feeling self-conscious all of a sudden. He’s not entirely sure why. “All done.”

“Mm.” Jon shifts as if he’s going to sit up, but he seems to lose the motivation halfway there and settles back down again. His eyes are half-closed, and he looks relaxed and peaceful and exhausted, and god, Martin’s heart can’t take this. He’s only human.

“Here.” Gently, carefully, Martin takes two of the blankets from the shelf he’d set them on and drapes them over Jon before he can talk himself out of it, ignoring Jon’s half-hearted sound of protest. “Sleep.”

“I … can’t,” Jon says, even as he pulls the blankets ever so slightly tighter around him. “This is your living space, it …. it wouldn’t be fair to…”

“What wouldn’t be fair to me would be for you to spend another night sleeping at your desk and undoing all of the work we’ve just done.” Martin gives Jon a look firmer than he would normally dare to, but Jon is half-asleep and as close to a puddle as Martin’s ever seen him, so he’s feeling just a little bit bold. “Just for tonight, take the cot. You’re already lying down. I can sleep on the couch in the break room—it’ll be fine.”

He makes to leave, but as he passes by the cot, a thin-fingered hand clutches at his and manages to wrap around his wrist. Martin really, really hopes that Jon can’t feel the way his pulse jumps at the contact. “You shouldn’t … that couch is bad for your back,” Jon mumbles, sounding like he’s a few minutes from drifting off entirely. It’s quite adorable, though Martin will never tell Jon that.

Then, Jon says, “The cot’s big enough—we can both fit,” and Martin bluescreens.

“What?” he says eloquently, trying to wrangle his thoughts into something remotely coherent.

Jon grumbles and shifts, scooting toward the wall and holding the blankets up to demonstrate the admittedly large enough available space next to him. Where on earth did Jon get this cot? “Just lie down, Martin.”

Not knowing quite what else to do, Martin does.

Jon makes a pleased noise that sends heat rushing to Martin’s cheeks. He drapes the blankets—and with them his arm—around Martin. Martin takes a shallow breath and waits for Jon to pull his arm back. And waits. And waits.

It’s not until Jon lets out a soft snore that Martin realizes that Jon’s fallen asleep, his arm still draped across Martin’s side and his hand still resting lightly against Martin’s stomach. As Martin lies there, stiff and oh-so-very aware of Jon’s presence behind him, he feels Jon’s breath tickle the back of his neck.

There’s no way he’s going to be able to fall asleep like this. None. Absolutely not. Nope.

When Jon wakes, his back feels better than it has in months, his brain isn’t foggy and sluggish, and he’s very, very warm. And very cuddled up against the back of Martin Blackwood, who’d given him the best and only massage Jon’s ever had and had, apparently, disintegrated every modicum of professionalism he had in the process.

Martin is still asleep, chest gently rising and falling underneath the palm of Jon’s hand. It’s still early—five in the morning, according to the clock on Martin’s makeshift nightstand—and, well … Jon wouldn’t want to wake Martin. It would be rather rude to put an early end to Martin’s relaxation after Martin had helped him with his the night before, and it’s not like he expects Martin to begin work any earlier than the rest of his assistants just because he’s been sleeping in the Archives.

And it is so very warm.

Jon closes his eyes and lets the gentle cadence of Martin’s breaths lull him back to sleep.

#tma #the magnus archives #jonathan sims #martin blackwood #jonmartin #my fic

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