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nicofics · 1 year ago

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Since you're asking for requests, how about Clementine x a reader she used to be rivals/enemies with, but now they're working together to take care of AJ?

𝙢𝙚𝙡𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜

𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

summary: when you first meet clem, you two seem to butt heads, what happens when you both are working towards the same goal?

notes: hihi!! hope you enjoy this!! i have a jolyne x reader coming soon for new years, so look out for that! requests are still open!! feel free to send some in!!

when she first arrived at ericsons, you kept your distance. something about her seemed off to you, especially when she threatened poor tenn when she first woke up, you wondered why marlon let her stay. you were with louis that day, listening to his piano while dusting off some old weapons when ruby brought in some kid that kept shouting about some fruit. “hey, little guy, whats your name?” you bent down to his level, he seemed distressed. “aj. wheres clementine?” you raised an eyebrow, “we don’t have any fruit here, aj?” “no! clementine is who i was with! where is she?!” you could hear louis laugh at your misunderstanding in the background. you shot him a glare.

ruby spoke up, “shes restin’ kiddo, best wait ‘till she wakes up” aj shook his head, “no! i need to see her now!” he seemed to be getting agitated. after a few seconds he tried to charge out of the room, ruby, given orders by marlon to check up on him, tried to stop him, only to end up being bit. “shit!” she cussed. you sprung up, stopping aj from leaving while louis checked up on ruby. ruby angrily left the room, rightfully so. you looked at aj, you didn’t really know what to do, he was just a kid, he didn’t know any better. you turned to louis for help. louis nodded, beginning to play his piano again, that seemed to calm aj down.

after a few minutes of listening to louis’ music, some girl walked in, she was roughly the same age as you. she was pretty, you’d give her that. once she came in her and aj hugged. you left the room not long after that, aasim had called for you to complain about marlons new safe zone.

after awhile of being with aasim, everyone was called to eat, you sat at the table with this new girl, violet, marlon and louis. they were playing a game, you weren’t really listening to what though, you were trying to figure this new girl out. she seemed.. weird. something about her warned you, to stay away from her. you weren’t one to believe in gut reactions, but from what your gut was screaming at you right now, you just had to listen. you stood up, “i’m heading to bed, night” and with that you left, a few “goodnights” heard from behind you as you headed to your bedroom. once in there, you got changed and hopped into bed, trying to ignore your continuous thoughts you drifted off to sleep.

you woke up to screaming outside, half asleep, you got out of bed, making your way to the courtyard to see marlon and everyone else, crowded around clem. “she killed brody! she’s a murderer!” marlon shouted. your eyes widened, brody? dead? clementine killed brody? your hands hand a mind of their own as they reached towards your face. you had known brody for ages. how could clem do this? without knowing, you were in a mind of your own, your thoughts taking control of you. you knew you couldn’t trust her. until she started giving proof on how marlon killer brody. marlon wouldn’t kill brody. she was one of our own.

once marlon admitted to it, you were stunned. not only was brody dead, you had been lied to, by a trusted friend. what if it was you in that situation? would he have even hesitated if it was you? you didn’t want to- BANG what? you look to the ground. marlon lay face first on the pavement, blood oozing out from his skull. “what? i aimed for the head?” aj spoke, you looked at clementine wide eyed. “what did you teach this kid?!” louis shouted as the rain got louder, it was harder to hear anyone. violet rushed clementine out of the courtyard and into the school. eventually you went back inside too. you were a firm believer of ‘its the parents fault’. clementine should’ve taught aj not to shoot people. living, breathing, people. aj was just a kid, he didn’t know any better.

the next day, you all held a funeral for marlon and brody, they both deserved that much. when clementine and aj arrived however, you scoffed. how dare she show her face here, after everything she did. you voted to kick her out, you felt bad throwing aj out, but it would feel safer without her there. not even a day later, she was back. though she brought an injured aj with her. you were in the courtyard when willy yelled to you, “get ruby!! we have an injury!!” you nodded, running inside to get the southern girl.

while she was taking care of aj, you stayed close by, keeping an eye on him. you obviously didn’t want him to die, and if ruby needed an extra pair of hands you’d be happy to help. “thank you..” clementine spoke, you twisted your head towards her. “don’t thank me. i’m only here to help aj, not you” you snapped, she didn’t seem to like that. “whats wrong with you? can’t you see that him being hurt hurts me too?” you groaned, you didn’t know how to respond. so you decided not to. louis had told you beforehand about lily, so you werent in the dark. when everyone decided that clementine was to stay and help defend ericsons, you weren’t the happiest

the next few weeks went by slowly. you and clementine did not get along, arguing everytime you two were put together. it got to a point that everyone decided it would be best if you two just didn’t work together. that was until one night. you were up late, keeping watch incase anyone came in the dead of night. clementine and aj had the next shift, though you doubted that aj would actually be awake at that time of night. “you can go now.” you turned around, clementine, she was early for her shift.

“you’re early.” you turned back towards the outside of the walls. she chuckled, “i guess i am” you didn’t respond. there was silence for a few seconds until, “why do you hate me so much?” she asked, you turned back around, her eyes seemed to be filled with sadness, though the rest of her face tried to act tough. you thought about how to respond, “i don’t exactly hate you, i just… don’t like the way you take care of aj” you sighed. “oh. why?” she didn’t try and defend herself, maybe she was open to criticism now? “you always end up getting him hurt, that might just be your luck too, i guess..” she smiled, “we can be safe here. where he doesn’t need to get hurt. that’s what i dream of” you looked at her, she obviously cared about him deeply, you had grown to care about him alot too.

this moment between the two of you, it was peaceful, calming. you enjoyed it? you actually enjoyed being by her side, strange. “why do you hate me?” you retaliated. she chuckled, “i don’t. i just don’t let people walk all over me” were you being that mean to her? “sorry. i wasn’t trying to walk all over you” she looked at you, “really?” she seemed shocked. “yeah.. really”

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kanencrow · 2 years ago

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Heyo! Can I request a twdg clem, ruby and vi separate x reader who is very blunt and sarcastic without meaning to or trying to be rude? Like when someone is doing something they're like "You look like a fucking idiot-" and ruby, clem or vi just like cover their mouth, shocked but trying to not burst out laughing, how they react and how they delt with it at first? Cause reader doesn't mean to and feels bad so they try and help her with that 😅

Blunt S/O - The Walking Dead | Headcanon

A/N: Hah! This is golden. Thanks for the request!

SUMMARY: How would Clementine, Violet, and Ruby (Separated) react to an S/O who's unintentionally blunt and sarcastic?

WARNINGS: Guns, swearing, crude behavior.

WORD COUNT: 1116

CLEMENTINE

It happened when you were scavenging an old clothing store one day. Ever since Marlon had been confronted about the safe zone, and the Delta had been taken care of, it allowed you and everyone else to progress further across the land, which gave you the ability to gather more supplies. After a lot of walking, you, Clementine, Louis, and Mitch found an old town. It was small, and it seemed like it was untouched. It almost emitted an eerie aura to it, but your girlfriend made the executive decision to explore it anyways. Each of you had your own personal weapons ready, like pistols and rifles you had stolen from Lilly and her people, so it wasn’t like you and the rest of the group were unprepared.

What you were unprepared for, was the fashion show that would ensue between Mitch and Louis. Stepping into that dreaded clothing store, the two young men went haywire. It was as though you and Clementine were the chaperones for a field trip with a bunch of second graders. You often had a habit of just saying things without a second thought, a slip of the tongue, if you will. So, when you saw the two boys come out from the dressing rooms in a frilly hat meant for women, and some mismatched suit outfit, you couldn’t hold yourself back from voicing your unwarranted opinion.

“What the fuck are you two wearing?” you asked, without any sort of hesitation. You even heard Clementine let out a snort from beside you, clearly amused by your lack of hesitancy in being honest, and that only seemed to root you on. Especially when both Mitch and Louis stopped to stare at you as if you had killed their family. “Did you guys run from a circus? None of your shit even matches together.”

“Jeez, you’re fucking mean,” Mitch muttered, but you simply shrugged, while Clementine continued to silently laugh from beside you. Louis looked like a kicked puppy, and when you saw his dejected expression, the realization that you actually seemed to hurt their feelings hit you. And your bluntness vanished, as you glanced over at your girlfriend, who still seemed entirely amused.

“That was too harsh.” It was a statement, more than it was a question, but Clementine still nodded her head as she raised her hand up to pat your shoulder.

“Just a bit,” she told you.

You turned your focus back over to the two young men and grimaced. “Oh, sorry.”

“We’ll take it as constructive criticism,” Louis replied, before lowering his voice in a mutter, “even though you’ve shattered our egos a little…” He wasn’t truly offended, though you still felt a little guilty.

Clementine didn’t, though. She was entirely too amused by your bluntness.

VIOLET

You were fishing one morning. Some new members came to the school, and so with the added manpower, it provided more proactivity. Marlon came along with you, Violet, and one of the new kids of the school, and you could immediately tell that the former leader wanted to try and impress the newbie. While you and your partner were stabbing any fish you saw with the tip of your spears, you could hear a certain blond boy trying his hardest to make conversation with his new muse. Granted, you could hear them laughing just down the way, but as you lifted your staff up to grab the aquatic creature you killed, you couldn’t help but glance to your right, which just so happened to be where the two lovebirds were.

You also were able to watch as Marlon fell into the stream, after trying to impress the person he was crushing on. You heard gasps ring out from around you as his body splashed into the water, but the only sound you could let out was a loud cackle. You swore you were going to attract some walkers with all of your laughing, but your mind was too focused on the drenched form of the blond to truly care. Violet, on the other hand, was the opposite of your emotions, when she buried her face in her hands and let out a tired sigh, like that of an exhausted parent. Although, some amusement did come back to her when you started speaking your mind without a second thought.

“What a fuckin’ idiot,” you giggled. “How the hell do you lose your balance from that?” The question was rhetorical, but it still caused your girlfriend to let out a quiet huff through her nose, as she lifted her face from her hands and looked at you with an endeared glint in her eyes.

“It’s what happens when you try too hard to impress someone,” she jokingly replied, which earned a lighthearted scoff from you, as your gaze moved over to watch Marlon, who desperately struggled to get out of the stream. The blonde glanced over in that direction shortly after, and she felt a pang of guilt fill her chest when she saw the new member shake their head in embarrassment.

RUBY

As much as Ruby wishes for it, you have no filter. Sometimes you just say things without a second thought, and only after the fact do you realize you’ve accidentally said something out of pocket. In those situations, she acts like a mother scolding her child, but you would be one of those kids who either shrugs or feels immensely bad, depending on what you said. There was a day where she was in the music room, and Louis had been spending his time in there, playing the piano, while she busied herself with cleaning up the area. It was dirty and untidy, and since the school was her home, she wanted it to look nice.

You were doing other things around the school, but you did eventually come into the music room. And the moment you did, Ruby glanced over to meet your eyes, and all she saw in response was a sour expression on your face, as you stopped at the entrance and spoke to Louis. He was minding his business, though the melody he played slowly died out when you critiqued the state of his grand piano.

“You need to tune that thing. It sounds like shit.”

“Y/n!”

You weren’t deaf to Ruby’s scold, but you did just shrug your shoulders, as your gaze moved over to her. “What? I’m not lying.” All she could do in response was roll her eyes at your lack of guilt. Although you weren’t wrong, she knew it would have been better if you just kept your loose lips closed. But… she also knew that you couldn’t help it sometimes.

Kinda off topic, but...

I refuse to believe that Mitch dying was a good plot decision.

Even though he's not my personal favorite, him getting shanked in the neck after running out into the open like a dummy just seemed out of character. I kinda assumed that he was a smart dude when it came to picking fights, but then again, we never got much development from him in the game, which is a little unfortunate.

Anyways, enough of that. My sickly brain is getting the best of me at the moment.

Hope you guys enjoyed!

#twdg #twdg clementine #twdg violet #twdg ruby #clementine x reader #violet x reader #ruby x reader #twdg x reader

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astraule · 3 months ago

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TWDG MASTERLIST

Clementine

Louis

It's You I Love

Marlon

Violet

Through My Eyes

Thank you for your patience while I continue to write more.

#the walking dead #the walking dead game #twdg clementine #twdg #twdg marlon #twdg louis #twdg violet #clementine x reader #twdg louis x reader #twdg marlon x reader #twdg violet x reader

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biribaa · 2 years ago

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I don't know if you've done this already, but I have short fic prompt! i have been IN LOVE with your yandere stray x s/o scenarios and I just can't help but ask, how would the yandere Outsiders be like in a poly relationship with a human s/o!! I feel like the four of them would know about each other's feelings and would try their best to keep anyone away from their s/o! Probably would have a hard time sharing in the beggining but oh well!!

sorry for the ramble though! thanks for the attention ☆☆

Yandere!Outsiders in a poly relationship with a human!Reader

First poly request, yahoo

TW/CW: Yandere behavior, mentions of death

Oh boy, the mess.

This was all Doc's idea, who came to the conclusion that they, responsible adults, would be responsible and share you! Clementine protested by threatening them all, Momo was desperate to lose you, Zbaltazar was already burdened by all "these idiots"(According to his words) and ended up agreeing with Doc. And after a huuuuge argument, which almost ended in fistfights because of Clementine, everyone agreed to share you.

In the beginning Zbaltazar had the idea of making a routine of which day you will spend with each one, But Doc said that if you want to get used to them all, you'll have to get used to them all at the same time. Another argument ensued and it turned out that Zbaltazar's argument won.

I did this calendar myself did u liked it??

Momo, being the robot obsessed with you, was desperate to lose you thinking you'd rather be with others, so every second he does his best to make you satisfied.

On Tuesdays Clementine prefers to walk with you on the street, looking at the shops and having a few chats, nothing more than her arm always around your neck.

Doc is one of the most relaxed about the situation, he loves to make you laugh and making you have fun is his job. See how he's ten times better than those idiotic ones? Thinking they might have the right to touch you.

Doc always gives you a kiss at the end of the day to prove he's much kinder than the others :)

Zbaltazar(my beloved) is always speaking romantic words, always talking about your appearance, voice, personality. Always caressing your face so gently to delight you. And never ever let anyone have the nerve to try to talk to you. You are always in his arms :)

Friday is here, Momo is anxious, Clementine is steady, and Zbaltazar and Doc are calm but focused.

If you chose Clementine she would laugh in everyone's face lol

Momo's relief is huge when you choose him, he feels like he can hug you and never let go!

Doc is so happy when you choose him! He gives you such a tight hug and maybe even sets up a wonderful date for the two of you! And of course he sticks his tongue out at everyone, suckers.

Zbaltazar is very affectionate when you choose him, already giving you a kiss to start a new day in his arms while Zbaltazar whispers sweet words. This is much more better than the others, isn't it? Can Momo or Clementine do that for you?

Saturday and Sunday are a mess

With Momo trying to please, Clementine trying to hold you to her while Zbaltazar trying the same with Doc wanting you in his arms all at the same time it turns into chaos.

But after you protest after a fight between them, the four agree that it's much better if they try to work together for your good.

After all, with Clementine and Momo's brutality and Doc and Zbaltazar's plans, they definitely manage to eliminate people who stand in their way.

And here you are, with four companions madly in love with you, how did you get here?

The goofy image of you in a couch with all they together dont leave my head

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theyluvlyss · 1 year ago

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/ᐠ-˕-マ~ master list for...

𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲 !

《 ♡ 》 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐥 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬

nothing here yet :(

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《 ♡ 》 𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞

nothing here yet :(

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《 ♡ 》 𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐢𝐬

nothing here yet :(

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《 ♡ 》 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐨𝐧

nothing here yet :(

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《 ♡ 》 𝐣𝐚𝐯𝐢

nothing here yet :(

───────── 《 .°•♡•°. 》 ──────────

𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬 : [active] [hiatus] [offline]

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 : [open] [closed]

───────── 《 .°•♡•°. 》 ──────────

𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫 :

as I was typing this out, it occurred to me that the twd video games exist and that I like some of the characters from them lol.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ...𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ...𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐞

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tam0111 · 2 years ago

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Clementine x gn!reader

Part 1

Author's note: I wanted to write a short Clementine oneshot for myself but it turned into a 4k fic(for now). I felt that it would be a shame to leave a story that long for just me to read so I decided to post it here. I'm not a professional and wrote it just for fun so it's probably messy, also tried to make the reader gender neutral. English is not my first language so sorry for all the mistakes.

Since it's so long (and ending is in writing) I will post it in maybe two or three parts.

Warnings: Swearing and spoilers for season 3 and season 4

Word count: 1325

I don't remember much from when the apocalypse started.

It was just a normal week. Eating breakfast, watching cartoons, and playing with my best friend.

I would give anything for it all to go back to the way it used to be.

But then again, it's been 9 years since it started. I don't think it's gonna end anytime soon. Maybe it was destined to happen. Like the stone era, ice age...

Or maybe I'm just saying that to make myself feel better. A hope that it will all go back to normal. Where you don't see people eating, killing, and betraying each other.

That's all we have left in this fucked up world.

Hope.

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"Can you remind me again why I'm going?"

It was too late for this shit.

Everyone let out a tired sigh.

"What? Do you think I know the way to this mysterious place or something?"

"Didn't you say that you used to visit someone in West Virginia? You can help us find our way around there." David said.

"Well yeah, my uncle but how the fuck does that help? I don't suppose your friends now live in my uncle's house do they?" (Name) sassed at him.

Javier placed a map in front of them.

"Do you at least know the area or a town that you used to go to?"

(Name) took a look at the map. They couldn't remember what the city was called but maybe if they saw a name it could refresh their memory.

"Here." They point to Morgantown "He wasn't from there but I remember we went there with him."

Javier nodded. "Ok, so we go to Morgantown, then find the river from there and follow it until it leads us to the school."

"Can someone please explain what's happening and why we're going to a school by the river?" (Name) asked while yawning.

"And why Gabe's going with us?"

Gabe gave them a side glare.

"I got some info from people we captured. Asked for some information about their community, 'The Delta'.

They told us most of their soldiers are kids who were stolen and trained." Javier began.

"What kind of a sick fuck would do that?" Kate shook her head.

"We were also told one of their lieutenants was having trouble with a community that consists of teenagers. Said she got defeated by them but is planning on attacking them again with more soldiers." Javier explained.

David took over. "We know the communities leader and owe her so we thought we could go there and see what's the situation. If needed we could get more backup and help them." (Name) hummed and looked at Gabe for explanation.

"Gabe wants to go because when this leader was here he had a huge crush on her," Kate added.

They looked at Gabe and awed.

"That's so cute." "Fuck off."

They chuckled and looked at Javi "So when are we going?"

"Tomorrow morning, as soon as the sun rises. It's a long journey." Tripp finally spoke up.

"And who else is going?"

"David and me, Gabe, you, and Tripp," Javi says. "Ava is gonna lead with Kate while we're gone."

(Name) sighed. "Well okay then. I'm going back to bed to prepare for tomorrow. Wake me up in the morning will you?"

"Maybe we'll forget to." Gabe said.

They chuckled "Nah, I wanna annoy you during the trip so I'll be sure to wake up. Good night everyone."

They said their good nights and went back to planning for tomorrow's trip.

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As soon as the sun rose, the group was up on their feet, getting everything they needed and preparing to leave.

Javier gave instructions to Kate and Ava and with that, the group set out on the road. It was gonna be a long trip.

Tripp did the math and said that they should arrive there in 5 days, including all the stops they make.

(Name) wasn't pleased with that information. Hearing Gabe whine for 5 days wasn't exactly how they intended to spend their time.

But then again they owed Javi. He accepted them into their community and his family when they had nobody.

They can't say no to him.

Plus it would be nice to meet the kids who managed to beat 'the Delta' lieutenants' ass on their own. They must be so cool.

(Name) wasn't exactly a skilled fighter. They mostly ran and hid, trying not to engage any Muertos. David did teach them how to handle a gun but that was it. No way they could fight a Delta army.

They were snapped out of their thoughts by...Gabe's whining.

"It's going to take us 5 days to get there?!" (Name) groaned.

Tripp looked at him. "Look kid, if you're going to complain all the time you can go back."

"I agree with Tripp. Why don't you go back Gabe." They smirked at him.

"No way! I wanna see Clementine!"

Clementine huh? That name sounds familiar...oh right!

"Aww, her name is Clementine? Are you gonna serenade her when we get there?"

"That is actually a great idea (Name). You could woo her with your singing talents Gabe." David said sarcastically.

He rolled his eyes at his dad's teasing.

"Yeah, come on I'll even help you practice."

They cleared their throat.

"Oh my darling, oh my darling, oh my darling Clementine~" Everyone chuckled while Gabe was looking at them unamused.

"You are lost and gone forever, dreadful sorry, Clementine~"

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5 days passed pretty quickly.

(Name) tried to keep everyone entertained and messed with Gabe the whole time so it wasn't dull.

It was important for him to be prepared to sing his heart out.

Luckily the group didn't encounter many Muertos along the way. Few single ones here or there, and some tiny groups.

They thought it was the perfect time to throw in a dad joke.

"Hey, guys why do Muertos group in three? Because they can't even."

Only Gabe didn't laugh so (Name) felt accomplished.

When they arrived in Morgantown (Name) couldn't believe the state it was in. It was unrecognizable. They quickly passed it, avoiding Muertos, and went on their way to find the river.

When they did find it, (Name) suggested they take a small break. They took their chance and threw Gabe in it, much to his dislike.

They followed the smaller river that split into the forest because Javi said the soldiers mentioned the school was in the forest so luckily they were going in the right direction.

Now it was (Name) who whined.

"I hope we're close. My ass hurts." They pouted.

"Who is whining now?" "At least I'm whining after 5 days. You whined after like, few hours, so please, shut up."

They kept bickering until David shushed them. "Be quiet."

The group fell silent. Then a gunshot fired.

"EVERYONE DOWN!"

They all got down from the horses and hid behind trees.

(Name) took their gun out. This sucked.

"I would surrender if I were you. You're outnumbered." A male voice shouted.

"And let you kill us? No way." David shouted back.

"Have it your way then."

Multiple shots were being fired. (Name)'s head was ringing from them, not used to it.

"(Name) get the horses! Follow the river and send backup!"

They nodded and whistled. Horses were still spooked by the gunshots.

They took a deep breath and made a run for it.

They didn't get far when they felt a sharp pain in their abdomen.

(Name) quickly put their hands on the spot that burned and dropped to their knees. Their head was ringing.

They couldn't hear anything but muffled voices and loud gunshots.

Someone was shaking them and then they felt someone pick them up. Their eyes felt so heavy, it was too hard to open them so they didn't. They felt tired.

(Name) knew they probably shouldn't, but the pain was unbearable, so they let sleep take over.

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#twdg x reader #twdg #clementine #clementine x reader

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vexieeeee · 2 months ago

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The Walking Dead Game Masterlist

(f) - fluff, (a) - angst, (af) - angst + fluff, (s) - smut

Lee Everett:

Nothing yet...

Clementine:

Nothing yet...

Kenny:

Nothing yet...

Luke:

Nothing yet...

Nick:

Nothing yet...

Javier Garcia:

Nothing yet...

Louis:

Nothing yet...

Violet:

Nothing yet...

#the walking dead game x reader #lee everett x reader #clementine x reader #kenny x reader #luke x reader #nick x reader #javier garcia x reader #louis x reader #violet x reader

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amphibiahawks321 · 7 months ago

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[Clementine sitting on the edge of the bed]

[Door opens]

M!Reader : Hey Clem! Supper in 5 minutes! Omar's making stew again

[Y/N walked up to Clementine]

M!Reader : AJ said he wanted to help Omar with the stew so try not to criticise the little guy too much with the food–.....

[Y/N sits beside her]

M!Reader : You okay Clem? I could sneak you a candy bear if the stew ended up tasting bad–

Clementine : No it's that It's just.... I'm just really happy me and AJ get to meet all of you

M!Reader : Aww!

Clementine : Really.... I thought that AJ and I would have had to live in that rotting car forever.... Eating expired cans of beans

M!Reader : honestly with AJ helping with the food I think I would prefer eating a can of beans

[Clementine chuckles and bump Y/N's arm]

M!Reader : Kidding! Kidding! I know AJ won't make the food terrible!

Clementine : Chuckles but again... I'm happy I got to meet you all.... Especially you...

M!Reader : .....

M!Reader blushing : H-hehe Thanks!

[Clementine forms a tiny blush]

Clementine : S-Sorry... That was a little cheesy....

[Y/N kiss Clementine's cheek]

Clementine blushing : ......

M!Reader : Well I think that was 'gouda'

Clementine : .....

M!Reader : Too cheesy?

Clementine : pfftt! You think?

Clementine : .....

Clementine : Lee would've loved meeting you....

M!Reader : Chuckles from the way you describe Lee yesterday when we all talk about our childhood past I could tell he would've love me!

Clementine : Hehe yeah... That was some plan ruby had...

M!Reader : Duh! We needed to do something after we kicked Lily's ass down!

M!Reader : For Kenny.... Ummmm... Pretty sure he would give me the stink eye every time were together....

Clementine : His quite protective of me...

M!Reader : I get why! You're an absolute badass!

Clementine : Thanks....

M!Reader : Now...

M!Reader : Shall we go for the supper M'lady~?

[Clementine chuckles]

Clementine : And I shall hope it is gonna be the finest cuisine~

[Both of them chuckle and leave the room]

.......

BONUS

[Y/N and Clementine leave the room and zooms back to Clementine's bed]

[Shows Kenny and Lee sitting on her bed with both of their bodies translucent and glowing]

Kenny : ......

Kenny : I don't like this guy...

Lee : Kenny come on man, you gotta at least give him a chance

#male reader #the walking dead x reader #reader x the walking dead #the waking dead #reader x twdg #twdg x reader #twdg clementine #twdg #reader x clementine #clementine x reader

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honeyedclementine · 1 month ago

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be more careful

sevika x f!reader, fluff, pre-s1, wound tending, assassin!reader, getting together (one shot, 2.1k words) ageless blogs, minors, and men dni

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content warnings: violence, blood

when silco needed someone taken care of, there were two options he had. sevika or you. sevika was all brawn, there to knock teeth out and leave a bloody heap of anyone who dared to cross silco. this approach had its benefits—fear mongering, for one, a show of force, for another. you however, were sent when silco needed something done quickly and quietly. you lingered in the shadows of his enemies, daggers pressed close to your skin, waiting for the right moment to strike.

so rarely does anything go wrong with you—you're one of the best in the business for a reason. most of silco's enemies and other players in the lanes don't even know you exist. you're good at what you do and you take pride in it.

it's late and you're on another mission—one that should be quick, you'll be back at the last drop before sunrise to report to the boss that you've done exactly what he asked. you linger in an alleyway, having trailed your target for blocks. you keep your footfalls light, the dust barely even shifting as you leap from shadow to shadow.

your first target gets a little too close to the mouth of the alleyway and you grin. a hand is quick to cover his mouth, muffling his gasp as you drag him into your shadow, dagger finding his throat swiftly. you know just where to cut so he can't scream—he can't do much of anything but lie there and choke on his own blood. you watch for a moment, mesmerized, before delivering the final blow and silencing him all together. someone from silco's crew will be by to clean him up, but for now, you turn your attention to your other target—his companion.

your hands go in your pockets, dagger alongside it as you pull your hood up over your head, trailing him through the lanes. he hasn't even noticed the death of his guard—a fool, you think to yourself.

he turns a corner and you strike, an arm around his neck dragging him backwards. lithe as you were, strength was still something you honed within yourself. years of fighting built up skill and force within you. you go to drive your dagger into his chest, but he grabs your wrist, fighting back. you bring your knee up against the small of his back, causing him to grown as your hold on him tightens.

your dagger gets close to his eye, about to drive it in, when he pulls something out of his sleeve, twisting his arm. your knife pierces his eye just as his sinks into your gut. you gasp, twisting your knife and watching him fall still. staggering, you yank your dagger out as he falls to the ground, one hand clutching the knife still sticking out of your gut. it's been a long time since you've been injured in the field and it never fails to shock you to your core every time.

with one hand clutching your injury, you wipe the blood from your own weapon onto your sleeve, tucking it back into place and heading towards the last drop to stitch yourself up. you just hope distantly that thieram replaced the strong whiskey you like for times like these.

it's a short walk, but it feels longer with the blood seeping slowly through your shirt, staining the dark fabric and spilling around your fingertips. the last drop will be closed at this hour, but you've taken care of yourself more times than you can count. it comes with the job.

the last thing you expect is to see sevika sitting at the bar, an empty glass of what you already know is her favorite whiskey. the ice hasn't even melted yet. she turns her head as you enter, a cigarillo hanging from her lips. the smell of the smoke is familiar to you, practically synonymous with the image of the woman you have in your head.

you and sevika weren't necessarily friends, but you weren't enemies either. she respected your job and you respected hers. however, she was never much for conversation and neither were you. even so, you were always a little fascinated with her. where you were lithe, hidden muscles, she wore her strength on her sleeve. her scars were all in plain view—whether it be the hextech blue lines on her cheek or the metal arm she adorned, any glance at her would tell someone she had been through some shit. you kind of envied her ability to be intimidating right off the bat. people weren't usually scared of you until it was too late for them.

"shit, what happened to you?" she asks, eyebrows raising slightly as she pulls the cigarillo from her lips and drops it into the ashtray beside her.

"got stabbed," you shrug, wincing at the flare of pain that shoots through your stomach as you push behind the bar, grabbing a bottle of whiskey along with the small med kit that's kept there.

"are you seriously going to stitch that up yourself?" she asks, sounding almost impressed.

"unless you're offering," a sigh falls past your lips, desperately biting back a whimper as you pull your hand away from the wound.

surprisingly, sevika rises to her feet. "come on."

she reaches across the bar, grabbing the medkit from your hands and nodding over to one of the booths in the back of the bar. you groan, not knowing if this is something you want to deal with right now. you don't need a helping hand, you just need to stitch yourself up and get the fuck to bed. the loss of blood is making you tired. even so, fighting with sevika is never worth it. so, you grab the bottle of whiskey and follow her.

it isn't until she has her flesh hand against your stomach and her mechanical hand gripping the hilt of the knife that you realize she's never touched you before. the thought hits you with a spark of curiosity, quickly subsided by her pulling the weapon out with no warning.

"gods, fuck," you curse, eyes scrunching closed as she lifts your shirt up your stomach, moving one of your hands to keep the fabric held. her metal hand is cold against your own.

she just looks at you, nodding to the whiskey. you sigh and take a swig, letting it burn your throat for a moment before she takes the bottle from your hand, pouring some of the alcohol over the wound and the needle.

"ugh, don't waste the good stuff, thieram will kill me," you groan, struggling to keep your wits about you. for some reason, you never considered the fact that sevika might be warm. maybe it was the metal hand that led you to believe otherwise, but her hand splayed against your stomach—large enough that it covers much more of your flesh than you thought, you note with a slight flush you'll blame on the blood loss—is irrevocably warm. maybe you're just starting to lose it, the slow caress of death weaning all logic and reason from your brain, but when you look up at sevika, backlit by the dim lights of the last drop, you think she's beautiful.

"stop staring at me, i'm trying to focus," sevika grumbles. the slight shade of embarrassment in her voice is enough to distract you from her sticking the needle into your wounded flesh. you clench up, a hand reaching for her wrist as if to stop her. her metal hand comes to your shoulder, gentler than you thought it would be, pushing you back down so she can work. "it's okay. gods, i can't believe you were going to do this yourself. you're being such a baby."

you scoff, "i'd like to see what you look like getting stitched up. my hands are much more nimble, i barely feel it when i do it."

"i'm sure," is all she says in response. despite your pain, you can't help but watch the gentle way she sews your torn flesh back together. the wound itself isn't too large, just deep. the jury is still out on whether or not he hit anything vital or caused any internal bleeding, but that'll be a surprise for later. the fact that you were on your feet long enough to get home tells you that it's probably fine.

when she's done stitching you up, she ties a not and cuts the thread of sutures with her teeth, something you watch with wide eyes. you've never looked at sevika with anything akin to attraction before—well, of course, you noticed she was attractive, it was hard not to—but it's never felt like this. maybe you're delirious, or maybe you're still feeling the adrenaline of the mission, but something feels different. it doesn't help that this is the first time the two of you were properly alone together. maybe that was all it took.

she watches you watch her for a moment, the tension in the room palpable. "be more careful next time. that could've been a lot worse."

you expect her to get up and leave, but instead, she starts cleaning up the blood surrounding the wound. for some reason, you assumed her mechanical arm didn't have the propensity for kindness. after all, the only time you had seen her use it was when she was beating the shit out of someone. yet, here she is, wiping up your blood with a soft caress, careful to avoid the fresh sutures to avoid causing you any more pain than you're already in.

"thanks," you finally find the word, feeling utterly breathless as you watch her. you sit up slightly, feeling the way your stomach groans at the movement. you let your hand holding your shirt drop, but sevika's flesh hand remains beneath it, resting against your flesh. your heartbeat picks up and this time, you're not sure you can blame it on the adrenaline of a fight long ended. "you didn't have to do that."

"i was here," she says, something stilted in her tone. her eyes dart to your lips and you wonder if she's having the same ideas you're having—the quiet surprise of seeing someone in a new light. her hand doesn't move from your skin and you hope it never does. "and i didn't feel like watching you try and do it yourself."

"never knew you to be so charitable," you huff, moving a little bit closer to her. your thigh brushes against hers, the barest touch sending electricity to every nerve in your body. a shiver runs down your spine as her hand moves, crawling slowly beneath your shirt and resting around your waist, tugging you slightly closer. you can feel her warmth—her warmth against you, breath fanning slightly against your chin as you look up at her. "i can blame this on the blood loss, what's your excuse?"

you tilt your head and she offers a small smile—not mocking, like they usually are coming from her, just a small tug of the corner of her lips, almost a smirk but not quite. "you just looked to sad and pathetic, i thought—"

"yeah, yeah, excuses," you roll your eyes, pressing forward slightly and capturing her lips in a kiss. part of you expects her to push you away, to write off the moment of fierce chemistry as nothing, but she kisses you back.

the kiss starts off gentle, but soon grows into something more desperate, fierce in its nature. her hand grips your waist, careful to avoid your wound, tugging you closer until you just cave and settle onto her lap. your hand cups her face, tracing the scars on her cheek as you gasp, her tongue using the opportunity to slip past the seam of your lips, exploring the inside of your mouth.

desire pools deep in your stomach, hips grinding softly against hers. after a moment, though, pain flares through your wound and you yelp, pulling away from sevika and burying your head against her shoulder, a shaky breath falling from your lips. funny, you had almost forgotten about that.

sevika's hand rubs against the small of your back, so gentle you almost don't know what to do with it. her metal fingers run through your hair as she turns, whispering in your ear, "why don't we raincheck this until you're a bit more sturdy?"

you let out a weak chuckle, the exhaustion of the fight and the injury finally starting to catch up to you. "promise?"

she chuckles, "yeah, promise."

with that, she helps you up to the spare room above the last drop. you bite your tongue when you think about asking her to join, but you can see in her eyes that she will eventually. after all, a promise is a promise.

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heartfullofleeches · 1 month ago

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Clem... how does Clem deal with a nightmare because I KNOW she watches us sleep?

Yan Android Maid Drabble

"Master."

Accelerating heartbeat- The rapid flutters of your chest before all falls still - a repeating cycle born a new a tentative hand bids to wrestle you from the realm of slumber.

"Master?."

Your knuckles whiten, mirroring the sweat bathed sheets beneath you as you toss and turn; harrowing cries of distress spilling from your lips as you submerge yourself deeper in the entanglement of blankets - fleeing from the icy, synthetic flesh trying in vein to free you from your terrors.

Try as she may to deny the existence of a bleeding heart inside herself, something within Clementine cracks at the sight of tears decorating your puffy cheeks. Left with no alternatives, the android picks up a vase from your nightstand - a lovely piece of craftsmanship modeled out of clay she purchased during one of her solo outings. Pausing momentarily to marvel at the beauty of the flowers you choose to complete it, Clementine dips her fingers into the vase - sprinkling the resulting droplets of water overhead.

"NO!"

Shooting up in bed, two glowing orbs of light prevent your eyes from adjusting to the darkness completely.

"C-Clementine?... My head..... What happened?"

Clementine dries her fingers on her apron, smoothing out the corners as she states matter of factly. "A nightmare. I was watching over you as I do most evenings when I sensed a discrepancy in your breathing."

"Yeah...." Rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you slide over to make room for Clementine. "Just a nightmare. I guess you're lucky you don't have to deal with those."

"On the contrary, Master. Whenever you are hurt. Whenever you are upset. Whenever any negativity comes your way and I am not there to protect you - Those are my nightmares, and they are a tad too real for my liking"

"O-oh.... Sorry, Clementine..."

"It's alright. You did not mean anything by it. Forgive me for speaking out of pocket. Shall I stay with you until you are able to fall back asleep? We can do something to distract you from your dreams, unless you are willing to discuss them with me."

#Clementine my oc #yandere oc #yandere x reader #yandere imagines #yandere x you #yandere insert #yandere scenarios #yandere #yandere headcanons #yandere blurb #female yandere #yandere android

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twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat · 1 year ago

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YOU DRINK YOUR COFFEE BLACK AND WE ARE AFRAID OF EACH OTHER ; SHOKO IEIRI

synopsis; shoko makes you a morning cup of coffee; turns out she’s not very good at that, but it’s the thought that counts.

word count; 4.2k

contents; shoko ieiri/reader, gn!reader (but written w a fem!reader in mind), fluff fluff fluff!!, just normal morning shenanigans at the ieiri household, implied stsg (my brand), shoko can be a girlfailure. as a treat, reader is absolutely whipped (and so am i)

a/n; been writing too much gojo n geto lately. neglecting my wife :((((((( let it be known that i am a shoko stan first human second. this one is for my wlws pls eat up!!!!

you wake up to the sound of your girlfriend’s voice.

melodic and soft, low and saccharine; almost like she’s coaxing you out of hiding. a sound so lovely you wish you could drown in it, laced together with a distinctly raspy tilt, one you can only attribute to the copious amounts of cigarettes she smoked back in high school. a leftover residue, bittersweet memories ghosting her lips — one that gets you a little bit weak in the knees.

in the mornings, it’s particularly prominent, a little intoxicating. manifesting itself as a shiver down your spine, a jolt of your heartbeat, a flush on your skin for every word that she speaks. it’s enough to have you slipping from sleep’s embrace, carried back into the cradle of reality.

why you notice her voice first, and not the smell of something burning — or the sound of insistent beeping — is honestly beyond you.

it doesn’t take long for your sleepy brain to react, however, a pang of anxiety rushing through your slumbering veins. hurriedly stirring you awake. abrupting your dreamlike, drowsy state, tangled up in silken sheets with your neck smudged by lipstick marks; an alluring red, one shoko typically favors when she’s going out for a drink. coming home just a tiny bit tipsy, affectionate and giggly.

and when your eyelids finally flutter open, your mind melting into the motion of the waking world, you shoot up in a sudden bout of panic.

because fuck, you belatedly, groggily realize — that’s the fucking fire alarm.

and shoko is spewing curses, from afar, loud enough that you can hear it even through the fog of fatigue that clouds your brain. a raspy string of words that you don’t quite catch, but they’re enough to have you scrambling out of bed, nearly bumping into the doorframe as you kick the blanket off your legs.

”what happened?” you croak out, chest heaving a little, having stumbled into the smoke-filled kitchen. disgruntled, reeling with the aftermath of your deep slumber, cold air nipping at your bare skin. the balcony door is open, and the smell of rain invades your apartment.

when you look out the window, all you see is a gray sky, blanketed by a thick coating of wool. smothered by clouds, not a single ray of sunlight slipping through the cracks. the world smells dewy and sweet, asphalt and flowers melting into a nostalgic fragrance, one that reminds you a bit of high school smoke breaks — huddling under the slide at the nearest playground, watching a pretty girl wrap her lips around a cigarette, exhaling smoke just for it to melt into the pouring rain.

one that reminds you a bit of the woman right in front of you, balancing on a chair and stretching her goosebump-ridden arms towards the ceiling, wearing nothing but a lacey bra and a pair of unbuttoned jeans. messy hair that cascades down her back, brows furrowed, eyes simmering with irritation — before flitting over to meet your own.

shoko blinks. then sighs. ”you woke up?” she mutters, and you try not to shiver when the tremor of her voice deepens, morning-fatigue seeping into the syllables. “fuck. sorry, i —”

she stumbles a little, shifting her weight from one foot to another, and you take a step forward. on instinct, as if getting ready to cushion her fall. ready to be of service, in any way you can.

”don’t worry,” she fumbles with the fire alarm, clicking her tongue. nails scraping against plastic. “it’s fine, i just need to — there we go.”

finally, the beeping stops. and your shoulders relax, immediately, the tight little ball inside your chest untangling. with a deep inhale, the fragrance of espresso and smoke fills your nostrils, and a sense of calm washes over you. rooting your feet to the floor.

shoko settles down, too, seating herself on the wooden chair. a huff slipping from her lips. they’re smudged, a blurry red she still hasn’t found the energy to wipe away.

bringing a hand up to card through her hair, lithe fingers in between her messy auburn locks, she exhales. a blend between fatigue and relief.

”god. i need a cig.”

a moment passes. she raises her head, and sees the sleepy little pout playing at your lips — her eyes softening. blooming with something fond. giving you a smile, tired, small. but reassuring.

”i’m just kidding, love,” she chuckles. “relax.”

”don’t joke about that,” you frown, rubbing the sleep from your weary eyes. stifling a tiny yawn. ”.. took me so long to get you to quit.”

(sometimes you can still see the smoke leave her lungs when she exhales.)

shoko keeps smiling, but doesn’t say anything else. the pitter patter of rain against your balcony railing fills the silence of the kitchen, still brimming with a light layer of smoke, slowly dwindling. cold air drawing it out. clad only in one of suguru’s old t-shirts, you shiver, and shoko seems to notice.

“good morning,” she coaxes, opening her arms slightly — and you move forward, a moth to a flame. without thinking. “sorry for waking you.”

she wraps her arms around your waist, attaching her jaw to the curve of your shoulder, and you melt into the embrace. leaning close, to tuck yourself into her neck. she smells like lavender shampoo. “‘s fine,” you mumble, a yawn muffled into her collarbone. “what happened? are you okay?”

when her plump lips press against the sensitive skin of your neck, right next to one of the kiss marks she left there last night, you can’t help but shiver again. she must feel it, because you can hear the smile she’s trying to bite back in her voice when she answers.

“mm,” she hums, a gravelly noise that makes your throat clog up a little. “just burned something, it’s fine. don’t worry.”

tentatively, you take a step back. just to see her. gazing down at her, into her hazel eyes, the fading crescents beneath them. not as dark as they used to be, not as heavy with lost sleep.

shoko is gorgeous. always, every single day, but you think she’s particularly breathtaking like this. when it’s early, and she’s groggy and a little disheveled, eyes weary and lipstick smudged — bra strap close to slipping off her shoulder, black lace against pale skin, moles littering her forearms and chest like star clusters. oversized jeans that expose the curve of her waist, the fat of her hips, and you don’t notice how intently you’re staring until shoko’s raspy voice reaches your burning ears.

“eyes up here, baby.”

you do as you’re told, and she stifles a chuckle. eyes rich with amusement. you try not to blush.

“sorry.” you chew at the inside of your cheek. eyes trailing to the houseplants by the windowsill. “.. you’re just so pretty.”

shoko tilts her head, an exasperated little breath rolling off her tongue. almost a coo. she’s incapable of blushing; but if she wasn’t, you’re sure she'd blush.

“thanks.” her touch is light, fingertips trailing down the expanse of your arm. “you are, too. red is a good colour on you.”

you blink. shoko’s eyes are crinkled at the edges, soft lines of crows’ feet, and you huff when you realize she’s talking about the marks on your neck. suddenly a little self-conscious, you bring a hand up to rub at the skin — as if hoping to wipe them away. you doubt it works. shoko just breathes out an airy chuckle, getting up from her seat.

she looks tired, still. stretching her limbs out, sleepily, blinking drowsily.

and it’s odd, you think. that she got up this early, that she didn’t cling to you and make you stay with her in bed like she usually does. you don’t know anyone who loves sleeping in more than shoko does. especially after a night out.

so it’s strange. very strange.

“hey, sho.”

“hm?”

you tilt your head. “why are you up this early, anyway?”

she blinks, and then glances at the clock on the wall. ticking idly, counting down. when she looks back at you, she’s got a single eyebrow raised. “it’s not really early.”

“for you it is,” you quip, something resembling a grin tugging at your lips. and she rolls her eyes, smiling, before linking her arm with yours. bringing you to the stove.

“i was, uh —“ a pause. she does a little cough under her breath, clearing her throat. “trying to make coffee.”

silently, you look at the mess in front of you; what used to be your squeaky-clean stovetop, now stained with a muddy, rusty residue. an unassuming coffee pot sits to the side, having seemingly boiled over, smoke still drifting up into the air.

shoko cringes, a little, before a wry smile makes its way to her lips. ”it was…” she clicks her tongue. sighing softly. ”an attempt.”

”… wait.” you turn to look at her, dubiously, and she avoids your gaze. ”that’s what you burned? coffee?” still no answer. a tiny smile tugs at your lips, and you can’t help it if your voice comes out sounding a little teasing. ”how is that even possible?”

”look,” shoko exhales, heavy. ”i don’t know, okay? i think it was the coffee grounds, or something. i look away for one second, and it’s just —”

a little giggle slips from your lips, and shoko shoots you a glare. mostly harmless, but she untangles her arm from your own. ”sorry, it’s just —” you apologize, failing to hide your amusement. ”why didn’t you just use the espresso machine, honey?”

she bites her lip, and you think she might be just a little embarrassed. averting her gaze, briefly flitting towards the machine in question. ”… i didn’t know how to use it,” she mutters. ”i’ve seen you do it, obviously, but i never paid attention to the steps.”

a smile graces your lips. “it’s not that complicated once you know how it works,” you nudge her arm with your elbow. ”it just looks that way.”

she hums. a click of her tongue, as she adjusts her bra strap. ”well, anyway. i tried. so.”

”right.” you try to stifle a grin, to no avail. ”so… you burned your coffee.”

”and woke you up.” she grins, herself, just a tiny bit self-deprecating. but pretty, always, hair falling over her eyes when she tilts her head. ”a mess, aren’t i?”

”not at all.”

shoko looks at you, and your eyes meet hers. unflinchingly. tired irises falling into the gentle hue of your own, trickling down to the curve of your lips. there’s an honesty to your voice that she’s never quite been able to deal with.

(love, she thinks. a kind of love she finds somewhat hard to stomach. a sea of acceptance that she fears she’ll eventually drown in.)

before she can properly fall into a morning spiral, you stretch your neck a bit, idly, and she gets a good look at the red marks littering your skin. the way your pulse beats at the base of your throat. tender, slight, a mantra she’s grown just a little bit addicted to.

”why, though?” you hum, and shoko blinks. snapped out of her thoughts, and back into reality. back into you, the faux pout on your lips. playful, but a little confused. ”i thought i was the coffee brewer of this relationship…”

and it’s true. you’ve been making shoko’s morning cups of coffee for a while, now, even before you moved in together. she likes it black, sometimes with a drop of cream, sometimes with a cube of sugar. never both. you think it’s very like her, to tiptoe that line between bitter and sweet — never entirely giving in to one or the other. there’s a balance to shoko, something stable. something for you to hold on to, a bitter tinge or syrupy taste that always leaves you yearning for more.

truthfully, your coffee brewing skills aren’t anything special. but it makes shoko happy, to wake up and stumble into the kitchen, being able to hug your back. being handed a cup of fresh coffee. sipping from it in silence, muttering out a groggy good morning that makes your heart flutter.

(to you, it’s precious. that lilt of her voice, that bittersweet tinge. the dearest thing in the world.)

plump bottom lip trapped between her teeth, shoko furrows her brows. ever so slightly. nails tapping at the edge of the kitchen counter, a series of satisfying clicks against the marble. “… well.”

she clears her throat, but doesn’t say anything else. a moment passes. you try to find the answer in the curve of her lips, the crease of her brow, in the depths of her eyes — but you don’t succeed.

something discomforting settles in the bottom of your throat. almost uncertain, maybe a bit anxious. sheepish, as your tired mind spins in circles. parting your lips. hesitant.

“do you… not like the way i make it?” there’s a dejected tilt to your voice when it spills out, one that makes you feel a little silly. so you smile, or try to, eyes trailing towards the windows; you note that the rain has grown heavier. “i can change how —“

“what?” shoko cuts you off. “no. no, of course not — your coffee’s perfect. honestly.”

again, your eyes meet. and again, shoko seems to be struggling with finding the right words. or maybe she’s struggling to voice them.

“i just… haah.” she brings a hand up to her face, pinching the bridge of her nose. you just watch, silent, hungry to hear the thoughts she’s not letting you in on.

a beat. again, the sound of the rain against steel railings, the scent of honeydew and concrete. espresso-flavored smoke, almost entirely faded, leaving only cold air to nip at your thighs.

and again, as always, inevitably, your eyes are fixed on shoko — a moth to her flame. helpless to the cinders that ghost at your skin whenever she looks at you. a certain contemplation swims inside her eyes, simmering beneath the surface, as she chews gently at the plush of her lips. before turning to face you.

you can only blink. but shoko finally speaks, clearing her throat in a way that strikes you as rather sheepish.

“well — you’re always the one doing all the work. aren’t you?” her voice trickles out into the air, low and saccharine, a blanket pulled over your shoulders. so soft you hold your breath and strain your ears, just to make sure you hear it. “i guess i figured… i don’t know.”

shoko pauses, again, and you can almost delude yourself into thinking there’s a cherry red tint to the tips of her ears. when she parts her lips, that usually carefree voice of hers sounds almost meek. almost, but not quite. more like unsure. embarrassed?

another moment passes, entirely silent. shoko swallows her pride.

“.. satoru always brags about suguru making him those fucked up sugary drinks he likes,“ she mumbles. turning around, to rest her back against the counter, looking out at the downpour. “says it makes him feel so loved. or whatnot. so i just —“

she waves her hand, haphazardly.

“you know.“

a beat. then another. you can physically feel your lips part, a kind of surprise weaving itself into the contours of your face.

and when you finally speak, your voice comes out a little garbled, scrambling for the right words. not sure if you should feel deeply amused, or just a tiny bit horrified. “wait. you’re saying you…” a moment passes. silent, slow, and all you can do is blink owlishly. in disbelief.

“… got inspired by suguru?”

shoko groans, deep and gravelly, almost comically agonized. covering her face with her pretty hands. “don’t say it,” she pleads, “you’re making it sound as dumb as it is.”

a little giggle slips from your lips. accidental, but she still shoots you a displeased look, huffing under her breath. crossing her arms just to tap at her forearm with her nimble fingers. frowning.

“don’t laugh at me.”

“sorry,” you search for her gaze, but she keeps looking ahead. so stubborn. “i don’t mean to, ‘s just — not very like you, y’know?”

shoko exhales. nearly a huff, but not quite. and you think she must be embarrassed, gnawing at her lip like that, fingers eagerly searching for something to fidget with. it makes you soften, impeccably, the blood inside your veins warming up beneath your skin. stirring you, coaxing you into soothing her. your very own heartbeat seems to be a little enamored with shoko ieiri.

”i appreciate the thought,” you smile. a tender tone, sincere. lingering with amusement. “really. but let’s not base our entire relationship around satoru and suguru of all people, alright?”

and again, she sighs. brittle, a little fatigued. brows scrunching together. ”look, i —”

a pause. she gnaws at her plump bottom lip, eyelashes fluttering like a battered heartbeat. her voice comes out sounding soft, all duvet pillows and fresh lavender, a lilt that anchors you to earth. sweet words. so honest it makes your breath hitch.

”i want to take care of you.”

and this time, you’re the flustered one. burning under her gaze, feeling a heat blossom on your skin. feeling the fervent pitter patter of your heartbeat, as her pretty eyes look into yours. a nice mocha brown.

but even with the fresh embarrassment trickling through your veins, you find it in you to speak. desperate, maybe, to cross the distance between you — even when it borders on non-existent. desperate to feel your heartbeats synchronize, figuratively or literally. to stitch them together.

“i want to take care of you, too,” you echo, looking down at the floor. and then back at your girlfriend. hesitant, a tad shy. but sincere.

a sincerity so palpable it makes shoko feel a little jealous.

(sometimes, she finds herself wanting to put a hand inside your chest. dig around your organs, run her fingertips down every single one, until she finds what she's looking for. that miraculous something that makes you stick around, that makes you so frighteningly easy to love. that makes her want to safeguard you so terribly.)

”then let’s take care of each other,” she breathes, a small smile slipping into the curve of her lips. reaching out to brush against your knuckle, weave your fingers together. delicate.

she clears her throat. “… i guess.”

and you can’t help but smile. somewhat cheeky, a little teasing. “ah,” your eyes crinkle, and you stifle a coo. “did that embarrass you?”

a sharp little scoff. shoko gives you a lazy grin, paired with a soft roll of her eyes. brushing her thumb across your knuckles, even still. “oh, shut up.”

the world seems to still, ever so slightly, as you look into each other’s eyes. like everything else is just background noise, from the pitter patter of the rain to the fading smell of coffee all around you. shoko looks at you like she’s trying to see inside your brain, see what makes you tick, see you for what you are.

and when she eventually leans in for a kiss, you’re pliant. expectant. her lips against yours, breathing you in, as soft as ever. like she’s afraid of getting too greedy. she tastes like nectar and cosmetics.

“give me some time,” she says, after pulling back. hands on your waist, squeezing softly. “i’ll make you another cup right now.”

”sure you don’t want me to do it?” you ask. “i don’t mind.”

another little scoff. offended. ”look, i’m not incompetent, okay? i’m just not used to it.” she untangles herself from you, warmth slipping away. you will yourself not to chase it. “just stand there and look pretty for me.”

and she smiles, when those words make you giggle, infected by your sleepy joy. something soft and silky blooms inside her ribcage, mirrored by the glimmer in your eyes when you intertwine your hands again. fingertips brushing against each other, delicate, a love that’s handled with care.

”.. i like making you coffee,” you whisper after a beat. smiling. under your breath, like you��re telling her a secret. ”it makes me happy.”

a moment passes. something in shoko’s bones still, for a second, enough for you to notice. and her eyes fill with a kind of hesitance. doubt, maybe. or fear.

when shoko opens up to you, it’s always like this. sleepy, rainy days, or tipsy afternoons. in no more than a whisper, a fragile breath, the ghost of a confession. when you can feel her heartbeat, one finger on her wrist, listening to the rhythm of her pulse. intimate. a little clumsy, but…

”i just don’t want you to spend too much of yourself on me.”

the words are spoken in passing, almost casually, a lighthearted kind of resignation. a hungry ghost. one that follows her, follows you. suguru and satoru, too. there’s a lump in her throat, you can tell, something that makes it a little harder to say what she means. an intimacy that frightens her in a way nothing else can; frightened to hold it in her palms, to keep it close without having it break apart.

(not just her — you all are. all four of you. that’s why you've always been together, you think, why you always will be. four hedgehogs huddling together in the cold of night, too desperate for warmth to stay away from each other's spines.)

carefully, almost cautiously, you bring her hand to your lips. as if you’re handling a flimsy sheet of glass. featherlight, a touch so tender you hope she knows what you’re about to say before the words leave your throat.

“you’re worth it,” is whispered against her skin, your lips against her knuckles. shoko softens, but you think the sigh that slips from her lips sounds just a little shaky. “always.”

and finally, you know you aren't deluding yourself. it’s there, visible, the cherry red of her ears; a red that matches the lipstick on your skin. a flush that never travels down to her face. but it’s enough.

she clears her throat. voice beginning to change shape, slowly but surely, morning fatigue peeled off with the ticking of the clock. there’s still a raspy residue, leftover smoke that’ll never quite leave her lungs, but it’s silkier now. trickling like honey from her parted lips.

and it’s terribly soft, her tongue twisting around the vowels, a low lilt that drips with tenderness. she wills herself to smile. tired, but fond. “just let me make you one cup, then.”

so you do.

you let her, after briefly pointing out the functions of the far too expensive espresso machine that satoru bought you when you first moved in, and she listens intently. those pretty eyes, the intelligence behind them, her lips pursed in focus. shoko’s a genius, you’ve always thought — so effortlessly good at memorization, at figuring out how things work. what ties everything together.

you think it’s a little comical that she struggled so much with making coffee, of all things, but you choose to attribute it to her slight hangover.

because she’s focused, when she begins to fiddle with the machine. attentive. as if she’s dissecting it. a satisfaction in the way she moves, the way everything clicks into place as she works. everything serves a purpose, every single part in the machinery, every tube or pump of caffeine. she compares it to the human body, a glint in her eyes, and you can’t disagree.

all you can do is watch her. silently, entirely mesmerized. sitting on the kitchen counter, bare thighs against the marble, swinging your legs. telling her about the dream you had, while she listens. always.

a fresh, thick aroma of espresso and rainwater begins to waft through the apartment. one you drink in, greedy, steam filling your lungs. as you admire how the tiny droplets bounce off the hyacinths blooming on your balcony.

and when she’s finished, producing one cup of espresso, tailored to your liking, you can’t still the beating of your heart. unsure if you should blame it on the caffeine yet to enter your veins, or the proud smile that lingers on your girlfriend’s lips. maybe the way her fingers curl around the handle, the way a soft here, baby, spills from her smudged lips. all of the above, probably.

she’s gorgeous. breathtaking. sometimes you want to give her everything, more than you could live without. your heart, your lungs, your eyes. anything she asks for.

but she would never. all she’ll ever need is for you to keep sticking around, keep telling her about your silly dreams, keep letting her feel the beat of your pulse at the base of your throat. a mantra she’s fallen a little bit in love with.

and when you put your lips against the ceramic, and a bittersweet scent fills your lungs, you think you can taste it. that care, a love soft enough to mend all the jagged edges of your heart.

shoko smiles. smoothing a stray eyelash from your skin, thumb against your cheekbone. “how is it?”

(you swear it’s the best cup of coffee you’ve ever had.)

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