#clu...save me...
Explore tagged Tumblr posts
Text
#clu...save me...#save me clu...#tron fanart#tron legacy#fanart#tron clu#clu tron#small artist#art#clu 2#clu 2.0#clu
39 notes
·
View notes
Text
Okay I wanna show my favorite piece of Uprising concept art, itâs been in the back of my mind ever since I saw it
Look at that.
#I canât quite put my finger on why but I love it so much#theres a serenity here in its light colors. for once the use of scale doesnât feel used to show how small and âinsignificantâ programs are#instead itâs used to show how all of these programs have their own lives. and they filled up this vast world with their presence#LOOK AT ALL OF THOSE LITTLE DOTS. ALL PROGRAMS. ALL LIVING LIVES.#all of this data all of these little lines and shapes making me think of renaissance art and research and the homo universalis#ripping all of this shit out of my heart bc Iâm certain that wasnât intentional. idc tho#like. programs have added so much to this world thereâs humanity and life showing in this structure#its something CLU or anyone else canât just take away as an imperfection#idk Iâm still reeling over it and I saw this first like last year#tron#tron uprising#save#wanna come back to this n see it over and over again#I ramble
119 notes
·
View notes
Text
Pay no mind what other voices say
They don't care about you, like I do, like I do
Safe from pain and truth and choice and other poison devils
See, they don't give a fuck about you, like I do
Just stay with me, safe and ignorant
Go back to sleep
#rinzler#Clu 2#clu 2.0#Tron#tronblr#tron legacy#this is supposed to be on Cluâs throne ship after a repurposing session but Iâm lazy w backgrounds and already redrew this 4 times#I think Clu likes to be the first face Rinzler sees after a repurposing session so he can reaffirm how âkindâ and âgentleâ he is#what better way to do that than comfort a confused and hurting Rinz whoâs so thankful that Clu saved him from the pain again#anyways lyrics are from Pet by A Perfect Circle which is a Clu and Rinzler song to me#my art :3
30 notes
·
View notes
Text
And I just think that Tron and Flynn can get a remarkable amount of nothing done while working together on some days. Well, they (read: Tron) did deal with some gridbugs, to be fair.
And Flynn only nearly got himself derezzed several times, Tron isn't fed up at all! (He's actively telling Alan and Clu to throw Flynn into the portal)
Thank you @graedari for letting me use your wonderful designs of Tron and Flynn! They're amazing!!
#Tron#Tron Legacy#Tron (character)#Kevin Flynn#This is a direct continuation of that drawing of Alan and Clu#This is immediately after Tron nearly derezzed Flynn in order to save him from a gridbug (for probably the second or third time)#Flynn can handle himself well enough sure - but Tron sure wishes Flynn would stop trying to study actively attacking gridbugs#They were supposed to be investigating for Alan and Clu (or something) and that kept getting derailed because gridbugs#Don't get me wrong I do think these two would be capable of getting a lot of work done together#I just also think this sort of thing would happen sometimes#Radj Draws#this gets the honor of being posted on the same day as the last because I like them together
30 notes
·
View notes
Text
@slaughterlocked asked: 17. sender and receiver cook together. god save them // this meme is six months old i don't even know anymore
OF ALL THE SHIT his father has made him deal with ( either to Michael's knowledge or otherwise ), household chores are tame in comparisonâ it's a... less explosive day, for now, where the most interesting thing that happened was Michael eyeing his father like he was insane for walking in with what looked like groceries for a family of ten: they're notably short in that department at this point. That and he can't remember the last time either of them have made a full-fledged meal. But any questions he tried to throw at the situation were only met with a hand waving off his confusion and then beckoning him to help.
Honestly, he'd rather get into a fight.
Along with his looks, it seems his father also passed the 'inability to cook' gene down to his oldest. Other than the handful of meals he cycles through, practically scavenging for whatever snacks they have, and anything else that likely falls under a 'only enjoyed by the violently depressed' tier, Michael's fucking clueless. "Do you even HAVE a plan?" He questions, after being met with a non-answer for the fifth time. Whatever his father is doing, it's taking the throw-shit-together method of cooking to a whole other level. "Or are we just making five different meals at once for the hell of it."
He isn't thinking when he turns on the stove before pouring water into the pot, stumbling slightly to avoid his father's determined walk across the kitchen ( with a fucking knife in hand! ) and spilling it onto the rising flame, followed by an immediate sizzling and rising steam. "... Look, I didn't set anything on fire." Yet.
#this is so fucking funny im losing it#i . Cannot remember what ur william's cooking skills are but 'god save them' clued me in enough i think correct me if im wrong HDFSGVJ#â ïżœïżœïŸ: and through it all the rise and fall the bodies in the streets â in character#slaughterlocked#â ïŸ: i feel more free than i have in yearsâ six feet in the ground â answered#â ïŸ: do you ever think of me and my two hands and wonder why? â queue
0 notes
Text
in 2014, i had this lps, 817:
this little guy is somewhat rare
the one with dots instead of starry eyes is even rarer! i named him tom (after lps popular's tom), he starred in an unreleased video...
...and then i traded him :/
the deer i got was adorable and i don't regret getting her, but i dearly missed parting with 817! but once you trade an lps, there's no going back. it's been nearly a decade since then and...
tom is back, baby! ;D
#i'm so happy to have him in my collection again! :D#luckily i managed to find a decently priced one! ;)#...and it turns out he's a fakie#his head not bobbling clued me in and the white/smaller pegs proved it! :o#but i don't mind!#he's not the tom i fondly remember but all that matters is that he's similar! :)#the quality of my old videos makes it hard to tell the difference! ;)#i found another lps i traded for a pretty good price but i'll save her for later#tom is where it's at baby! ;D
0 notes
Text
Oops, did i do that?
Accidentally sending a spicy pic to your crush.
The reader is more fem dressed and has a vagina in this- if you want a part b where they donât have outfits just let me know!
CW: Gender Neutral reader with a vagina and fem-like fashion, reader wears bras, no mention of having boobs.
Vox
Vox hadnât known you for very long, you were one of the newer demons working for him. Youâd applied for the job a few months ago.
In that time heâd seen you about four times, but he was honestly thinking of promoting you, you were amazing at your job, good with both the data and the customers, the only thing it seemed you couldnât do, was look at your contacts.
You werenât working tomorrow, so youâd gone out with your friends, youâd purposefully gone to one of the only clubs in the pride ring that wasnât owned by a member of the Vâs, in an effort not to run into your new boss.
Youâd gone all out tonight, spurred on by your friends, see, you had a minor crush on the TV demon, not that youâd ever entertain it. However, your friends had picked your outfit tonight, and you ended up in a gorgeous (if a bit slutty) royal blue dress, sleeveless and short, with a glittery tulle overlay, and some beautiful electric red heels.
You were messing on with your friends in the bathroom, taking photos and just genuinely having fun, already beyond tipsy now. You were sending a photo of you and another friend in the mirror to your group chat, your friend had taken the time you were fixing your hair to add Vox onto the âsend toâ people, you never noticed.
You also didnât notice your phone go off when Vox opened it.
If only that was the worst part.
You finished the night absolutely trashed, your friends working together to walk one another home, most living near one another. You, of course, were the odd on out, and the odd number.
You assured your friends it was fine, you lived in VVV tower for Lucifers sake, youâd be fine! Your friends wouldnât hear it.
One of your friends, less drunk, had messaged one of Velvettes models, whom she used to work with and asked for them to walk you back.
You got back safe and sound, still not having realised youâd sent Vox the bathroom photo, or seeing the demonâs expression as Velvettes model walked you in.
You werenât quite tired enough to sleep when you were dropped back in your room, so you messed on on your phone for a bit, before undressing. You hadnât got to taking your make up off or undoing your hair, youâd gotten your dress off, and just.. stopped.
You were in an ethereal lingerie set, clearly made with Vox in mind.
Pretty blue panties hugged your hips, red electric bolts providing straps, the lace comfortable against your pussy, your chest coved with a light blue bralette, lace spilling against your skin, and the most beautiful glitch effect chain snug around your belly.
You matched this with a black thin choker with a hanging blue electric bolt, and posed against your bed, taking a few photos, changing poses and taking more.
Your favourite was one where you were laid flat, the photo taken from above, you could see your entire body, including the heels you still hadnât taken off, and you were stairing straight at the camera with your painted lips parted.
Satisfied you went to save your photo.
Never noticing youâd sent the same photo to your boss.
Afterall, you hadnât know to take him off your list.
You were cuddled up asleep, still in the underwear, when Vox opened your photo.
You never noticed the power surge then go out, nor did you notice Voxâs name pop up on your phone.
Angel Dust
Angel had seen you around the hotel more than usual, Charlie said youâd recently quit your job to work for someone else, and it gave you more free time and flexibility.
Angel was happy for you, your boss had been a real price of work.
Still riding the high off getting a better job, youâd invited your friends out clubbing, having received a handsome final salary.
You had chosen to go to Hyper-Tech, one of Voxâs clubs, and one of the best. They had some off the greatest drinks, and, unbeknownst to you, that night they also had Angel Dust dancing.
You friends teased you relentlessly about your crush on the porn star already, and they played this off as purposeful on your part, even though youâd had no idea.
You had started the night feeling confident and pretty in your oulfit, but seeing the spider you felt a flash of self consciousness, after all, your outfit was styled on the spiders own colour theme, an off the shoulder soft pink velvet crop-top, above-knee white loose pleated skirt, and pastel pink heels with a hot pink belt and nail polish.
You friends quickly took care of that, telling you how wonderful you looked, that anyone would be lucky to see you.
And getting you drunk definitely helped, the endless stream of cocktails bought with your money, and eventually dipping into your friends supplies brought on a happy buzz.
They also greatly diminished your ability to think critically.
You never saw how Angel Dust watched you the entire time you were in the club, as you progressively got drunker, to the point Angel was shocked you could still stand, never mind walk.
Your friends however, saw how the renowned demon was watching you with concern and admiration.
They quickly concocted a plan without your input.
Angels set finished around 2 in the morning, he waited in his dressing room for you to leave.
You had planed to walk home with your friends before splitting off to the hotel, but one of your friends changed the plan, stating there was no need for you to walk them home, after all, didnât you like live in the complete opposite direction? Another friend had âneeded the bathroomâ and had walked right by Angels door, talking about how you were leaving with the third friend.
As you were arguing about the principle of walking your friends home, Angel Dust came out of club, and said he didnât mind walking you home, you lived together anyway.
Your friends quickly agreed and left, not allowing you to argue.
The whole walk back you were showered with compliments about your outfit, your dancing, your hair, your ability to drink, everything.
Angel walked you all the way to your room before leaving you.
You started to undress, but decided you wanted a photo for this occasion.
In your underwear, a pretty pale pink push-up bra, and a silky white thong, still in the hot pink heels, you took a photo in the mirror, sat on your knees staring in the mirror.
For some reason, you decided to send that to yourself instead of just saving to camera roll.
Only, you never send it to yourself. After the walk home, Angel had messaged you to sleep well, meaning he was your top contact.
Never thinking to check, you simply threw on a pale pink baby doll, took your heels and make up off, and went to bed.
Alastor
Alastor showing up to help at the hotel had never been in your plan.
The radio demon was always an unobtainable shadow, someone you could safely crush on from your own mind, because he would never be in your reach.
Except..
Now he was.
Now not to be foolish, you had figured from his interactions and reactions that Alastor was most likely somewhere on the Ace or Aro spectrum, and you would never push anything onto him.
But you could never even get close enough to talk to him, never mind ask about the possibility of him being on the spectrum.
So you hid. Everytime Alastor was around, you werenât.
Alastor was cooking? You werenât hungry. Al was helping with the daily running? You had work. Alastor was in the library? You didnât want to read anyways.
Alastor always noticed your absence.
Instead you poured over everything and anything about the radio demon.
When he appeared, what he did, where he could have been in the seven years, his rise to power, his abilityâs, his domain, everything.
Your crush on the radio demon was a foolish one, but that didnât stop you from having it.
From dreaming of picnics and ice cream dates, of long walks down the streets of hell, to him taking you apart with his words alone, voice wrapping around you.
And when he stopped those muggers?
You went weak.
So, yea, your crush was unobtainable, in the highest scene.
You could still dress up though.
And you did, frequently.
In pantsuits of dark crimson, to the bloody scarlet ball gown, for the party.
Alastors eyes never left you that night.
Mostly, it was under your clothes.
Pretty crimson baby dolls. Black lacy thongs. Scarlett bralettes. Everything. Your camera roll was full of photos of yourself in the underwear, posing this way and that, full of imagination and hopes you would never act on.
Oh how youâd positively die if anyone saw.
That didnât stop you.
Right now you were dressed in a darling crimson corset, embroidered with darker lace, tied tight, paired with dark scarlet panties, pussy damp against the lace as you lost yourself slightly in a fantasy, black heels and a black necklace, you had posed side on to the camera, staring straight ahead, knees folded underneath you and head tilted slightly up, arms held behind your back.
You heard your shutter go off and stood, getting dressed in a black lace camisole, taking of the corset and heels before heading to bed.
Picking your phone up on the way, you saved the photo to your folder.
Surely, you should have expected naming your folder âAlastor<3â to backfire, but..
Maybe this was a Freudian slip?
Itâs not like you even noticed youâd sent it, and you were asleep by the time your phone when off.
Lucifer
Youâd seen the King of Hell maybe twice, once in passing, and once when he came to the hotel.
It was more than enough for you to crush on the child-like King, falling in love with his attitude and personality, drawn further in by his looks and kindness.
By the time the charity ball came around, you were completely lost for him.
Lucifer showed up in a white suit, not too different from his normal attire, only more fancy, more Kingly, so to speak.
You had taken Angels advice and dressed to impress.
Angel Dust was the only one who knew about the feelings you had for the fallen angel, and he took every opportunity to tease you for it, but he was also your biggest supporter.
You and Angel had knows each other almost as long as youâd been in hell, so his help was soothing for you, and you smiled as the spider laced up the golden gown youâd picked.
It was a golden off-the-shoulder ball gown, with a soft cover of glittery tulle over the top, the skirt flaring out, reaching the floor, covered in rose embroidered embellishments, and paired with bloody red heels, and a glittering clutch.
Charlie had told you all to go all out, and you and Angel did not disappoint.
The two of you descended together, and you caught site of the King before quickly moving your eyes, your blush almost matching your clutch.
Charlie swanned around you, telling you how amazing you looked, and look at your hair!
Angel got you a flute of champagne before leaving you to find Husk.
Traitors.
You walked around the party, dancing with people here and there, doing your best to avoid looking at the King.
You never saw that his eyes never left your form, or how he glared at everyone who touched you.
The king had tried more than once to get close to you, if not to dance with you, to at least tell you how amazing you looked, but you always seemed to move at just the right time.
Charlie had been snapping photos of you the whole night, sending them to her dad, even she saw the two of you pining for one another.
Your flute was never empty, and unfortunately for you, Angel could always recognise when you were about to bolt, and he and Husk would step in to talk to you and prevent it.
Did you mention traitors?
By the time you were finally able to leave, you were definitely tipsy, clutching Angels arm as the two of you ascended the stairs, congratulating yourself on managing to avoid the King.
Angel saw the way Lucifer was watching you, but you didnât.
By the time you were in your room and Angel had left after unlacimg your dress, âwe went all blessed with long arms, Aâây!â, you wanted a special photo.
So you got ready.
You kept your heels on and striped to your underwear, a strapless golden bra with a red bow in the center, trimmed in lace, and panties to match, also trimmed in lace. You kept the sparkly fishnets on too, and your makeup on, before finiding a pose you liked.
Finally settling on a pose wherein you were laid on your back, your knees up and tilted slightly to the side, one hand on your breast, the other just above your head, and your face tilted towards your phone, positioned slightly higher than you, and just above your head.
You smiled at the photo, and went to save it.
You never looked.
Lucifer had got your number of Charlie to tell you how nice youâd looked. Your response?
A photo.
You were asleep by the time Lucifers own response came in.
Husk
Husk hadnât taken much notice of you at first, only that you seemed to come and go with Angel, Husk later learned you were Angels shadow so to speak, Valentino payed you prettily just to follow and protect the star.
Husk noticed you more as you came out more without Angel, not being needed as often when you were in the hotel.
You and the barcat had had some quite good conversations, and some even better discussions.
You knew your way around cards that was for sure, and the cat loved talking with you about card tricks.
Sure no one could match him in card tricks, but hearing you talk about them? Something just felt different.
Husk worried about you and Angel a lot, especially when you both came back late, Angel looking trashed, and you looking slightly high on those nights. It took Husk months to realise Valentino was drugging you both, more so Angel. On those nights, Husk would stay up late to make sure you and Angel ate and drank before going to bed.
Husk never brought it up, and Angel didnât remember, so you never spoke about it. If the cat didnât want to bring it up why should you?
Husk did notice his favourite snack appearing on the bar in the mornings however.
Your crush on the cat had started before you even began talking to him, but those conversations, the way he treated you, how he never made you seem unimportant, the way he looked after you and Angel after Val had been upset?
You were gone.
And the cat was your new home.
Not that youâd ever tell him of course, you would never risk ruining such a wonderful friendship like that.
Of course, there were also nights like these. When Val needed Angel for publicity, those were the best. You both got to dress up and basically just party, no forced drugs or alcohol, just fun.
Youâd dressed in an orange one-shoulder skin-tight slip dress, with a split up-to your thigh, paired with glittery purple heels, a clutch and jewellery, with black card themed earrings.
Husk had seen you just before you got into Voxâs limo and dropped his bottle of cheap alcohol, sending Niffty into a cleaning/laughing fit.
You and Angel didnât get back until 1 in the morning, both of you slightly buzzed, but pretty much sober, not having been forced to fed any drugs and having eaten at the gala.
Husk had tried to stay up.
You feel deeper when you realised the barcat was asleep at his post because he was waiting for you. Sending Angel to bed, you walked over to the barcat and gently shook him awake, telling him he could go to bed.
From here Husk noticed the earrings, and flushed, jolting backwards and falling.
You giggled a little before apologising for startling him, which he waved off.
He headed to bed and you got back to your room. Taking your dress off you caught sight of your self in the mirror.
Pretty orange panties with a tiny club embroidered in at the side, deep orange plunge bra with a spade on the left cup, purple bracelet, necklace, and shoes, pretty orange make-up, and a heart and diamond earring set.
You needed a photo.
Fussing around a bit you finally settled on a pose with you laying slightly over the end of the bed, head and chest tilted down, knees pulled up to the side, camera angled too capture everything, arms by your head, and full body on display.
You changed into some sleep clothes after the photos, and in your sleepy state sent them to Husk, instead of simply saving them.
You didnât wake up until well after Husk responded.
Lute.
Lute had noticed you as soon as youâd joined Adamâs ranks.
Of course she had.
You were the prettiest exterminator Lute had had the pleasure of seeing.
She pestered Adam until he agreed Lute could have her own assistant.
That of course, was you.
Lute loved having you work with her.
Yes all your conversations were about work, and you treat her like your boss, not a colleague, but it wa a better than when you werenât talking at all.
You were still reeling from the change in position so fast, and now having to deal with the angel you were crushing on at all hours of the day?
Your poor heart couldnât deal.
You were a blushing mess under your mask every time Lute spoke to you, praising yourself every time you got through an answer without stumbling or stuttering on the words.
Your friends were relentless with the teasing, going as far as to create hand signals to tease you even on the training fields.
Regardless you excelled.
You had to be the best.
And so you were.
Lute often asks what fuels you, and you always stumbled through a bullshit answer, never remembering what youâd said before.
You never gave her the same answer.
You couldnât exactly tell your now boss the reason you did so well was so she would notice you, could you?
Shadowing Lute meant shadowing Adam. He usually left you alone for the most part though.
It meant going to fancy angel partyâs. With out your mask.
You forced your friends to help you get ready.
Gorgeous black knee length dress, clinched at the waist, with silvery heels, a silver necklace, a silver clutch, and purple earrings, your hair done all nice and make up to compliment the outfit.
Your friends told you you looked stunning, and when Lute saw you, she had to agree.
You spent the entire party following Lute around, you didnât know any of the people here and you were anxious.
Lute kept your champagne topped up, eventually switching you to something a little harder when it became clear you wouldnât settle on the sparkling liquid alone, not used to the alcohol you got drunk fast.
Adam allowed Lute to leave early, so she could take you home.
Lute got you in safely and even placed an aspirin and water on your bedside table, before leaving you, messaging your phone to let you know whatâs happened.
Meanwhile, youâd striped down to a gray lacy bralette, with matching high waisted panties, pretty silver heels, make-up still on and earrings still in.
You wanted a photo.
You set your phone up, and posed, on you knees on your bed, heels just visible, leaned back slightly, one hand behind your bed in a stretch and one on the bed, eyes looking just beyond the camaraderie.
Happy with the results, you went to save the picture, instead, sending it to Lute, who opened it as soon as she got home.
Bye the time Lute replied, you were curled up ontop of your covers, heels still on, sleeping deeply.
Feedback is always appreciated <3
If you want more people added feel free to ask and Iâll do a part two!
Comments are my high.
They make me write faster.
~Vyrus
#vyrus.is.a.virus.#angel dust#angel dust smut#angel dust hazbin hotel#angel dust x reader#alastor#alastor x reader#alastor smut#hazbin hotel alastor#hazbin vox#vox#vox x reader#vox smut#lucifer smut#hazbin lucifer#lucifer x reader#lucifer#lute#hazbin lute#lute smut#lute x reader#husker hazbin hotel#Husker#husker x reader#husk smut#hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel smut#accidentally sending a pic
1K notes
·
View notes
Text
Fall Into Me - Chapter Three: No Mirror for Monsters
dbf!Joel x f!reader
Summary: Joel is hanging on by a thread as a single father to a tenacious 10-year-old Sarah. Feeling like he's drowning, like the world is about to spit him out, he needs some help before he breaks in half. At your dad's insistence, you show up in his life and change everything.
Story is inspired by the song Fall Into Me by Forest Blakk. Chapter titles will be lyrics from the song.
Word Count: 4.3k
Chapter Warnings: Mature, under 18 take a hike. No outbreak AU. Lots of feelings, confusion, and self doubt. Joel goes on a date but not with you. Two idiots falling and pining for each other. Lotta swearing, because, yeah, I like it. Reader has long enough hair for a ponytail and likes comfy clothes. Age gap of about 9 years (Reader 24/25, Joel 33/34). No use of y/n. Reader has a nickname used by her dad.
Dividers by the wonderful @saradika-graphics
Thank you for reading this little tale! I did not expect all the love - my heart is fit to burst over all the wonderful comments and reblogs!
Chapter Two | Main Masterlist
âGood morning, Millers!â you greeted as you let yourself into their house the following morning. Nearing late October, it was a beautiful day outside and the crisp morning air made you happy. It would heat up later, but for now you were enjoying the comfort of a beloved hoodie and yoga pants.
âHi darlinâ,â Joel replied with a lot less enthusiasm as he leaned against the kitchen doorframe. Still nursing his first cup of coffee, his sparkling personality hadnât kicked in yet. âSarahâs just gettinâ dressed. Want some coffee?â
âNah, donât drink the stuff. Smells good, but the taste is justâŠâ You scrunched up your nose, at a loss for the right word to describe how utterly disgusting you found the taste of coffee. You moved through the house to join him in the kitchen.
Turning back to the counter with a chuckle, Joel poured himself another cup and shrugged. âThereâs no accounting for taste, I guess. More for me, then.â
âThereâs the silver lining!â you teased. âSo, you guys have any big plans this weekend?â
âNah, should be quiâOh shit, I almost forgot!â Joel closed his eyes, bumping a fist against his forehead. His gaze was shuttered when it met yours again. âWould you mind watching Sarah on Saturday evening?â
âYeah, sure. I donât have any plans, so Iâm happy to hang with the nugget. You got a hot date or something?â You meant it as a joke, but the way Joel winced clued you in. Your face fell at his next words, and you hoped he didnât notice.
âUh, yeah. Tommy set it up.â Joel drained the rest of his cup, tossing it into the sink, and ran an anxious hand through his curls. âFirst one in a while, ya know.â
No, you didnât know. But it wasnât really your business, was it? Sarahâs arrival in the kitchen saved you from having to say anything else as the little girl launched herself at you.
âHey nugget,â you said, wrapping your arms around her little body as she clung to your waist. Despite your best efforts, your greeting lacked your prior enthusiasm. You could feel the heavy weight of Joelâs gaze on you like a laser, but you refused to look in his direction. âYou ready to go?â
âUh huh, I already ate breakfast,â Sarah said proudly, spinning to hug her father. âBye Dad, love you.â
You turned away, already heading for the door as Joel pulled her in for a bear hug, feeling your heart constrict at how much they loved each other. You didnât bother to say goodbye.
Joel had a date.
A date who wasnât you.
Man, that fucking sucked.
Could you blame the guy, though? He was still young and handsome, hardworking and responsible to a fault. And, most of all, he didnât know that you harbored growing feelings for him. Nor could he ever find out, you reminded yourself, not when your dad was his best friend.
The ride to drop Sarah off was full of silence, your mind weighed down with thoughts of Joel and the valiant effort of trying to convince yourself to stop thinking about him. Coming out of the fog as you moved up in the school drop-off line, you wished Sarah a good day and watched as she bounced up the steps into the building. You envied that sweet obliviousness of youth.
Driving away from the school, anxiety started to kick in. The thought of going back to your house to sit alone as the four walls closed in on you made your stomach churn. You drove around for an hour, no real destination in mind, and ended up at Peace District Park. With nothing much else to do, you walked the trails of the urban oasis and let nature work its magic in calming your nerves.
It worked.
As you sat on a bench watching songbirds flutter around the flora, you texted one of your best friends from high school who still lived in the area. You needed a girlâs night out.
Distractions were dangerous in his line of work, but Joel struggled to get his mind to focus all morning. He fixated on the way your face fell and your entire demeanor changed when he mentioned the date, like you were disappointed, hurt even. But that couldnât be, could it?
There was no way you felt something for him. Was there?
Joel went over and over every interaction between you two since the day you met, trying to see if he was reading into things too much. He wasnât the most observant guy, he knew that well enough, but there were moments when heâd catch you gazing at him with this look of wonder in your eyes⊠that had to mean something. Right?
Fuck. He was really bad at this stuff. So out of practice and lacking confidence.
Maybe he just imagined it all. Maybe you had something else on your mind and didnât give a shit about someone like him going on a date.
What could he do about it if you liked him anyway? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. So, what did it matter. You were JBâs daughter and Sarahâs babysitter, nothing more and nothing less.
Joelâs mind continued to cycle through the same thoughts all day, until he smashed his thumb with a hammer because he was so distracted. Pissed off and in pain, he called it a day a couple hours early, leaving Tommy in charge of the site. He needed to get home and put some ice on his thumb.
By some cosmic coincidence, he arrived home at the same time as you and Sarah. He couldnât hide his thumb from your eagle eyes as the three of you entered the house.
âJesus Christ, Joel!â you hissed, trying not to swear in front of Sarah, your delicate hand already reaching for his larger, dirtier one. âWhat happened to your thumb?â
âIt got in the way of a hammer,â Joel mumbled, doing his best not to wince as you gently prodded at the swollen digit. He also did his best to ignore the softness of your skin and the warmth of your touch on him, wishing you would touch him everywhere. âYou donât have to fuss, darlinâ. It just needs some ice.â
âOh, hush up, you. Go wash your hands then sit down and relax, Iâll get you some ice and aspirin to help with the swelling. Youâre lucky itâs not broken!â
âBossy lilâ thing, arenât you,â he grumbled, doing exactly as you ordered once his boots were kicked off to the side of the foyer. Sarah nestled against him on the couch once he sat, fussing over his thumb just as much as you did. His lips quirked upwards at the thought that it meant you both cared about him.
You returned minutes later with a bag of frozen peas, two white pills, and a bottle of cold beer in hand. âTake these,â you directed, offering him the pills and beer. Once he swallowed, you placed the bag on his hand, carefully adjusting it to wrap around his thumb. Your teeth bit into your bottom lip as you concentrated on not hurting him and he nearly groaned as an ache built up in his belly at the sight.
âThank you, darlinâ,â Joel said, voice deep and husky before clearing his throat. His eyes clocked your movements as you stood up straight and your eyes widened when they met his half-lidded gaze. He catalogued the moment to add to the growing list of moments between the two of you that hinted at something deeper, something more lingering in the air.
You waved off his thanks and headed back to the kitchen, calling over your shoulder, âIâll make some dinner for your two before I leave.â
He wanted to follow you, to let you know he wanted you to stay for dinner, and maybe watch a movie with him and Sarah afterwards, but Sarahâs sweet little voice distracted him.
âWill you help me with my homework, Daddy?â She peered up at him with eyes that matched his own and his heart swelled with love.
âOf course, my little nugget. Letâs see what youâve got.â
They worked on math problems until you called them for dinner, Joel relieved at the break. An exceptionally bright girl, Sarah didnât really need his help, but she enjoyed it when he tried. Math made his head hurt, a headache starting to build between his eyes. The headache grew at the sight of only two plates full of spaghetti on the table.
âYouâre not eating?â Sarahâs voice squeaked, making her dissatisfaction clear. Turning to him as you shook your head, she added, âDaddy! Tell her she can stay!â
Joelâs mouth barely opened before snapping shut again. You were already speaking, cutting off whatever he would have said.
âIâll see you tomorrow, nugget. I gotta go now.â
âOh, okay.â Sarahâs disappointment broke his heart, and Joel felt helpless.
âYou sure you canât stay? I thought maybe we could watch a Disney movie after.â He looked at you with unmasked hope in his eyes. He wanted you to stay even more than his daughter did, but he couldnât tell you that.
Something flashed in your eyes but disappeared before Joel could figure out what it was. âSorry, I have plans with a friend and I canât stay. You two enjoy the movie without me,â you said with a smile that didnât quite reach your eyes. âIâll come by at 4:30 tomorrow, okay?â
Joel nodded, cringing at the reminder of his date, and watched you leave with a pang of disappointment rivalling Sarahâs.
Emily never changed. She was still the prettiest girl in the room and funny as hell, lifting your mood just like she did back in high school. The pair of you sat at a swanky bar downtown, catching up like you never missed any time together. You stayed in touch a bit over the years, but the distance and different priorities led to your friendship taking a back seat to everything else. Now that you were back, it was easy to dive right back into that unbreakable bond the two of you always shared and pick up where you left off.
You didnât realize how much you missed that bond until now.
The bar filled with the typical Friday night after work crowd as the two of you sipped at your drinks and rehashed the past few years. Soon, the conversation moved to your current love life â or, more accurately, your complete lack of one.
âSo, you seeing anyone lately?â Emily asked, signaling to the bartender that you were ready for another round. âLast I heard, you were with that dude⊠what was his name? The one that would gaslight you and always insisted your tears were weaponized when he made you cry.â
âYeah, Tom. That asshole. I wasted too much time on him not knowing any better, but we broke up about a year and a half ago, thank God.â You cringed at the thought of all the emotional damage you had to overcome after that one. You worked hard on finding yourself again after that disaster. âNo, Iâm not seeing anyone.â
Ever the receptive one, Emily picked up something in your tone that you couldnât hide. Tilting her head curiously, clocking your movements with her sharp eyes, she continued, âBut thereâs someone who caught your eye? Do tell!â
Without hesitation, you launched into a long-winded explanation of how you met Joel and how youâre now a mess over the guy.
âDadâs best friend, huh? When did you become such a clichĂ©?â Emily teased, her shoulder gently bumping yours. âHe sounds dreamy, though!â
âI am not a clichĂ©! We donât all get to all get to marry our high school sweetheart because we met âthe oneâ when we were 15. Talk about a clichĂ©!â You cackled, drawing the attention of two men in suits a few seats down from you, but you ignored them.
âAlright, alright,â Emily mock surrendered. âBack to dadâs best friend. What is the problem? The JB I remember is a cool guy who wouldnât have a problem with you dating his friend, not when said friend is only a bit older than you and such a good guy.â
That caught you by surprise. âYou really think my dad would be okay with it?â
Emily shrugged. âI mean, I havenât talked to your dad in years, but I remember him being a pretty reasonable guy and he always wanted the best for you. Why wouldnât he want you to be with someone responsible and caring like this Joel guy?â
You nodded thoughtfully, your teeth worrying your plump bottom lip. âEven if my dad was cool with it, thereâs the fact that Joel is not interested. Heâs going on a date tomorrow, for fuckâs sake.â
After a moment of consideration, Emily asked, âDoes he do that often? Date, I mean.â
You shook your head, fingers dancing absentmindedly along the edge of the bar. âApparently not. He said itâs the first one in a long time.â
Emilyâs eyes narrowed. âAnd you donât find the timing suspicious?â
That caught you off guard, your eyes darting to hers. âShould I?â
Shoulders shrugging beneath long layers of dark hair, Emily hummed. âMaybe? From what you just told me about your interactions, I find it interesting that heâs suddenly going on a date. Makes me think he has feelings and heâs struggling with them just like you are.â
âYeah, I donât know about that.â You blew off her observations, you couldnât afford to start having hope now when he was going on a date tomorrow. Instead, you changed the subject. âSo, how are you and Ed doing?â
The rest of the night passed in a blur of conversation and mixed drinks with the occasional interruption from a few brave men hitting on you. It crossed your mind to flirt with one or two of them, but you were having too much fun catching up with Emily and blew each of them off. Before you knew it, the hour was late and Emilyâs husband, Ed, picked you both up to make sure you got home safe.
âWhat the hell am I doing?â Joel asked his reflection as he tried on his fourth shirt from his closet. He wasnât looking forward to this date at all, his mind a mess between feeling guilty about leaving Sarah, the confusing mix of emotions revolving around you, and his complete lack of confidence.
Torn between trying too hard and not trying at all, he huffed in frustration, ripping the buttons of the shirt open before tossing it onto the growing pile of discarded clothes on his bed.
He had no business going on a date. What had he been thinking when he agreed to go?
Joel slumped onto his bed in defeat, his right fist coming up to bump against his forehead. How could he ever think that going on a date would get his mind off you? Not to mention, he felt like a dick for asking you to watch Sarah while he went on said date.
God, he really wasnât good with this kind of shit.
A glance at the clock got him moving. You were due to arrive shortly, and he had to pick Annica up for a 5:30 reservation Tommy insisted he make. There was no room to dilly dally.
Another glance through his closet and Joel settled on a blue flannel and dark jeans, paired with newer black boots. Best to just be himself, he thought. Using a bit of gel, he pushed his curls back from his face. His beard was freshly trimmed, and he ran his truck through the car wash earlier in the day.
âThatâs as good as itâs gonna get,â he said to his reflection before leaving his bedroom, the doorbell ringing as he reached the bottom of the stairs. Joel opened the door to find you standing there, your feet shifting uncertainly. You looked tired, yet beautiful as always and he gulped. âHey, why didnât you just come in? You have a key.â
âHey Joel,â you greeted with a shrug, your voice quiet. Your eyes scanned from his head down to his feet like you were drinking him in. âJust didnât feel right, I guess.â
âOk?â Confused, he waited for you to explain, but you kept your mouth shut. Something was off with you. He wondered if something happened last night â you said you had plans, had it been a date of your own? His heart skipped a beat as he shook his head clear. âWell, come on in. You doinâ alright, darlinâ?â
âMmhmm,â you hummed back causing Joelâs brows to pull into a frown as you followed him into the house. âYou look nice. Ready for your date?â
Was it just him or did it seem like asking that question pained you? What the fuck was wrong with him? Shaking his head free of thoughts like that, he blushed. âOh, uh, thanks. As ready as Iâll ever be, I guess.â After a beat, he added, âIâm kinda nervous, actually.â
Joel watched your eyes soften at that. âYou shouldnât be. Any woman would be lucky to go on a date with you.â
Including you? he wondered. There was a wistfulness to your voice that shattered him, leaving him ready to ditch his date and stay there with you and Sarah. âHey, I, umââ
âYouâre here! Finally! Come on, I want to show you something!â Sarah sprinted into the living room, grabbing your hand, and stealing your attention before Joel could finish his sentence. Maybe that was a good thing. God only knows what was about to come out of his mouth.
âSlow down, nugget! Iâm coming,â you laughed as the young girl dragged you toward the stairs. It was the first smile of yours Joel glimpsed since you arrived, and his heart beat heavy in his chest when you turned to speak to him over your shoulder, your broad smile dimming with your next words. âHave fun tonight, Joel. You deserve a nice night out.â
âThanks, darlinâ,â he replied, the words heavy in his mouth. Clearing his throat, he called out, âBe good, Sarah! I ordered pizza for you both, should be here soon.â
âI always am, Dad! Love you!â Sarah yelled down the stairs, her attention already focused on whatever she wanted to show you.
âLove you, too.â Joel continued staring up the stairs long after the two of you were out of sight, a sense of yearning knotted deep in his chest. Forcing himself to look away, he grabbed his keys and headed for the door, once again asking himself why the hell he agreed to this date in the first place.
âCan we go see it tonight? Please?â Sarah gazed up at you with her dark eyes widened like a baby cow and you were powerless. How did Joel ever tell this precious, sweet girl ânoâ? It was impossible.
âLetâs see what the showtimes are first. We canât be out too late.â Scanning the movie listing Sarah pulled up on her tablet, you found the showtimes for the latest kid friendly adventure movie she wanted to see. âThereâs one at 6:30. We can totally do that one and still have you home for bedtime. Sound good?â
âYes! Can we get popcorn?â
âOf course! No trip to the movies is complete without popcorn.â
The two of you ate some pizza before getting ready to go. You liked getting there early enough to find your seats and see the trailers before the movie started. Texting Joel on your way out the door to let him know you were taking Sarah out, the two of you climbed into your car.
The movie theater was busy as usual for a Saturday evening, but you found a good parking spot beneath a light post not far from the entrance. There were lines for tickets and concessions leaving you relieved at arriving early. With tickets in hand, you led Sarah to the shortest of lines in front of the concessions counter. Thatâs when you saw them.
A tall blonde with big hair and legs for days, wearing tight fitting jeans like a second skin and yapping away while walking closely with a taller man with broad shoulders and curly, dark hair. The manâs sleeves were rolled up, his left hand placed low on the womanâs back, gently guiding her as she gripped a bucket of popcorn and a fountain drink. Another fountain drink was clutched in the manâs right hand. As if he felt the searing heat of your jealous gaze, the man turned, and your stomach plummeted.
Joelâs dark umber eyes met yours in surprise, his hand dropping from the womanâs back as he watched your face fall. He looked uncertain, like he didnât know whether to carry on with his date or rush to your side. His eyes darted to find Sarah standing at your side, her focus on the snacks displayed within the glass counter. Forcing a half smile to your face, you dipped your head in greeting and turned to move forward, your attention refocusing as it was your turn to plan an order. All the while, your mind raced with thoughts of Joel and his date. Knowing that he wouldnât want to introduce his daughter on a first date, you never told Sarah that you saw him.
Handing the bucket of popcorn to Sarah, you said, âCareful now. Iâll grab napkins and carry our drinks.â You led the way past the concessions toward the designated theater, which was, thankfully, on the other side of the building from where Joel and his date had been heading.
You phone buzzed in your pocket once you and Sarah were seated â in the middle of the aisle, at Sarahâs insistence, because youâd have the best view. It was a text from Joel.
JM: Sorry darlinâ just saw your text. Hope you and Sarah enjoy your movie.
Torn between responding or just leaving him on read, you went with a third option and gave his message a thumbs up before shoving the phone deep into your pocket. Minutes later, you relented with a sigh, pulling the phone back out to respond a little kindlier.
You: Thanks. I didnât know you were taking your date to the movies or we would have gone somewhere else.
Bubbles appeared as he was typing, but you didnât want to see what else he had to say. Silencing your phone, you shoved it back into your pocket.
You were distracted the entire movie, staring blankly at the large screen as you over-analyzed every detail about Joelâs date. She was closer to his age, maybe even a bit older, with big, perky boobs and a pretty face covered with a thick layer of makeup. Her hairstyle fit the old quote, âthe bigger the hair, the closer to Godâ and likely took her an hour or more to style. She made an effort, thatâs what seemed to matter. Meanwhile, you sat in the theater with your hair scraped back into a messy ponytail and wearing worn jeans and a hoodie. You felt like a child compared to Joelâs date.
Part of you wanted to hate her for having all the features that Joel apparently found attractive, but you couldnât. It wasnât her fault the man you were pining over wasnât the least bit interested in you.
Finally, the credits rolled, and you pretended to have paid attention to the movie as you listened to Sarah gushing over it for the entire ride back to the Miller house and in the moments between brushing her teeth and tucking her into bed.
The living room couch was particularly comfortable when you sat on it, your body settling into the pillowy cushions with a sigh as you stretched across it. Staring at the ceiling, eyes blinking tiredly, you wondered when Joel would be home, both eager for and dreading his arrival. Still mortified over nearly crashing his date and self-conscious about not fitting the mold of what he found attractive, you wondered what youâd even say to him when he walked through the door.
The pull of sleep too strong to fight, you submitted to the emotional exhaustion, dozing off until a gentle shake of your shoulder caused you to stir.
âDarlinâ, go sleep in the spare room,â Joel murmured as you blinked your eyes open.
It took you a moment to come back to your senses, your body following his orders before your brain kicked back to life. He stepped back as you got up, one strong hand reaching out to hold you steady as you wobbled. You met his eyes as the haze of sleep began to clear. He gazed at you with such a soft look you trembled.
âYou okay there?â he asked with a quiet laugh and your eyes flicked down to his mouth, catching the glint of something on his cheek, just above his beard. Focusing on that spot, it became clearer. A very distinct lipstick mark. He wasnât even bothering to hide it.
Wrenching yourself from his gentle grasp, you slipped on your shoes and pulled your keys from your pocket.
Joel watched your every move, confused and clearly not wanting you to leave. âHey, where are you going? Just take the spare room. Youâre still half asleep.â
Shaking your head, you avoided looking at him. âNah, Imma head home. Gânight Joel, see ya Monday,â you said, turning your back on him as you headed for the door. Unable to help yourself as you wrenched the front door open, you added, âMight wanna go clean your face off.â
âWhat?â his baffled question echoed behind you as the door closed.
tbc
Taglist: @mellymbee@untamedheart81@anoverwhelmingdin@runningmom94@leilanixx@pedropascalfan221@lovelyjess69 @sarahhxx03 @sofiparallel @tammythr @lulawantmula @islacharlotte @allyourfavesinoneblog @lover-of-books-and-tea @pedropascalsbbg @ashleyfilm @brittmb115
#joel miller#joel miller x reader#joel x female reader#the last of us#tlou#dbf!joel#Fall Into Me#pedro pascal#eventual smut#mutual pining#idiots falling for each other
406 notes
·
View notes
Text
Silence. (Ghost x Reader.)
!nsfw, smut, p in v sex, unprotected sex, trauma, panic attacks, blood, death, MDNI!
Short lil ghost fic, hope you enjoy. đ (not edited)
If there's anything that's more scary than a warzone.
Anything more terrifying than running through a battlefield, bullets flying past you, explosions around you.
A war is terrifying. But there is one thing even more chilling than that.
Silence.
It's all they hear on your end of the radio. Silence.
Just minutes ago you were responding, you were alive and well and talking to them. Now, nothing. It takes them all off guard. They're worried about you immediately, needing to get to your last coordinates. So they rush there.
They can see your trail. Blood and bodies lay in the wrath that was once you, ambushing and killing to get to the reason behind this mission in the first place. One that they hadn't clued you in on in the first place. Now, as they approach you, they realize they should've. They shouldâve asked more questions because it mightâve saved you from whatâs to come. You've stumbled upon a lab, standing where you are. You're grief stricken and there's nothing anyone can do to stop it now. Thousands of photos line the walls. Test subjects, something that you had once been involved in. You're sick the moment you see it. The photos, the blood. The wounds and the innocent people dying when there's nothing you could do.
"What the fuck is this?" The venom is clear in your tone as you spin to look at your Captain, who had failed to tell you what this mission was in the first place.
You turn back toward it. "I'm sorry Y/N. I had no idea. It was Laswell who set it up." He stresses at the way you look at the photos on the wall. You seethe, staying quiet. Turning back and making your way to the wall. You tug a photo off, tack falling to the ground. You see the innocent girl inside the photo and you recognize who she is. Having seen her killed the same day you had escaped, your empty promises to her. How you'd get her out and she'd get to see her family again and how you watched a bullet pierce through her skull. Her lifeless body falling, blood spattering onto you. It was then when Captain Price had arrived to help you.
It's what made you decide to join the task force after everything. After being kidnapped and tortured by a foreign enemy. How nobody seen or heard from you for months, how they knew not to send you on anymore missions involving this operation knowing that you were one of few surviving members. It would set you off and that's why you stayed away from it. John was going to let Laswell have it when he got you back to base.
It takes little to nothing to send you into a fit of rage. You start ripping everything off of the walls, throwing equipment, kicking, and destroying everything physically around you. You needed to.
They let you until you're hyperventilating.
It takes Ghost to pull you back, nobody else was brave enough to intervene and he holds you to his chest as you flail and pant, blinded by the memories of being held captive and being tortured. Watching all of those innocent people die around you, some of which were your own. You didn't take enough time to heal and that was apparent to Captain Price as he watches you freak out, having bottled everything up. Watching it explode as you fell into a full blown panic attack. He shakes his head, seething as he exits the building. Phoning Laswell the moment he could no longer hear your cries.
"John."
"So help me god Laswell. If you knew what this was and you let me bring her in here.." He hesitates.
"What do you mean?"
"This is a direct connection to the operation Y/N was in before this task force, Laswell. She's hysterical." He hisses. Laswell can tell through the phone that he's beyond pissed.
"I didn't John, I had intel from some other sources. I didn't know." She hesitates. "Well. Double check next time." He stops responding after that.
When John returns, Simon is still holding you, but he's turned you away from everything that you had just destroyed. Your eyes are bloodshot and you have tear stains on your cheeks. You stare ahead like there's nothing going on behind your eyes and it's unnerving.
Silence.
Nothing but silence and they hate silence. Ghost holds you tight. Like if he lets go you'll disappear into thin air and John silently thanks him for it. Ghost of all should know how you feel right now. Having lost everything himself. When he feels you're ready, he moves you from the room. Helping you up but keeping your head turned away from everything. You didn't need to see this anymore.
When you arrive back on base, youâre silent. Making a b-line right for your room and they donât see you for the rest of the night. You sit in there for the most part. Your reaction today probably scared everyone and you wish you hadnât reacted the way you did. But you couldnât control yourself.
Something shocked you today.
Ghost. The way he held you. You knew he was one who was never into physical touch or affection but thatâs all heâd done. He held you to his chest, whispering nothing but soothing things into your ear to calm you. And the fucked up part about it was how well it had worked.
For the next couple of weeks, the aura around Ghost is different. Your eye contact is prolonged in passing, and whatever you feel. You know that he can feel it too. When you pass by him, itâs like everything moves in slow motion and he holds your eye contact until the last possible second. His gaze is chilling.
Itâs you who seeks him out first. Late at night, you come knocking and you donât know why. You donât remember your feet carrying you to his door this late at night but itâs almost like heâs waiting for you. Still fully dressed despite the hour. You raise your hand and hesitate before you knock very quietly. He says nothing as he opens it up and sees you. Eyes just piercing yours. He steps to the side, allowing you in. Not a word spoken between the both of you. You stand in the middle of his room, turned toward him as he closes the door. You can see his gloved fingertips twist the lock. Swallowing hard, your eyes trail back up to his eyes.
Youâre the first one to break the silence.
âYou feel it too⊠donât you?â Youâre already breathless and it comes out more pathetic than you think it does.
He says nothing. Which is the answer you think you want. Ghost is guarded, of course he wouldnât admit to it. But heâd also deny you if it werenât true.
Heâs on you before you even have time to react. His mask is pulled off and his lips are on yours, pure Ghost. Nothing but a killing machine who youâd hardly talked to before all of this. Heâs got you pressed against the wall. He helps you remove your sweatpants, tugging them down your legs.
A hiss leaves your lips as he raises you up. He holds you against the wall, pressing his knee up against it to reach for his belt and zipper. Tugging his jeans just past his cock to free it. You can feel his bare skin brush against yours. Not a single fabric blocking him from you now.
His shaft presses against your entrance and he has time to think about if he should do this or not.
He stares you in the eyes, theyâre watery and puffy. Your lips are blushing and plump from kissing him.
âPlease-â you mewl. âY/N.â He warns. Finally coming to, enough to realize what heâs doing. âIâm sorry. I donât want to take advantage of you.â He hisses.
âSimon.â Your voice is low.
âFuck me until it hurts-â you hiccup. Looking up at him.
His breath hitches in his throat. He rests his cock right up against your entrance and watches your face for any discomfort for at least a minute.
When he sees nothing but pure lust in your gaze, he thrusts up into you. Penetrating you. He cuts your cry off with his hand but hears just a second of it. It rattles him to his core, the way you sound. Ghost doesnât know what this is, what his sudden feelings for you are. And itâs so weird that you felt everything too. Something has changed, drastically. He holds your hips tight to the wall as he hammers his hips into yours, your own hands clamp over your mouth. Heâs rough, but in the most pleasurable way. Even with his tight grip on your hips, fingertips sure to leave bruises. You still donât hurt.
You move your hands from your mouth, biting your lip to silence yourself as you wrap your arms around his neck to kiss him again. Itâs sloppy and messy, just like the sex youâre having but you couldnât care less.
He moves you to his bed. It creaks a little bit but Ghost canât find it in himself to care at this moment in time. Your thighs shake as he ravages you. He keeps a bruising pace, not letting up or relenting in any way. He needs you to feel every part of him. He needs to be overbearing, almost to the brink of too much but not crossing it.
You clutch the sheets hard, he tugs his shirt off finally. Taking a deep breath. His hair is damp from sweat, beads of it settle on his face. Drips slide down the strands of his hair. Falling to land on your chest, his hair was a little overgrown for his liking but he hadnât gotten the chance to cut it just yet. The wetness is what brings you down to earth to raise his chin, making him look you in the eyes. That pressure is building and thereâs no going back now. You hold his eye contact, hearing his breathing start to get more jagged and out of control. He was right there, and so were you.
You cum first, eyes screwing shut and he clamps a hand over your mouth, hips still moving into yours as he chases after his own high. When he cums, he canât hold back the groan. Eyes rolling back as he fills you. Shaking as he experiences the most intense orgasm heâs ever had by far, barely being able to ride it out from being so sensitive. He flinches as you throb around him, itâs almost too much. âF-fuckâ he hisses, collapsing on top of you. Resting his head on your chest. âShit..â he mumbles.
âIâm sorry.â He breathes. His hair is wet and itâs cold all of a sudden.
âFor what?â He raises his head to look at you. âI.. I shouldnât have pushed you like this. And I shouldnât have..â he hesitates. âI shouldâve pulled out.â
âItâs okay. Iâll take care of it, donât worry about it.â You take in a deep breath. âYou didnât push me. I came to you.â You breathe. âIâm glad you did. Stay.â He mumbles. Seeing the edge of your lips turn up in a smile. âOkay.â
You end up staying there until morning when you sneak off to your own room. Nobody knows what happened, and you want it to stay that way for now.
Youâre not sure what this is. What these new feelings for him are. Of course theyâre intimidating. But you donât let them scare you. Itâs the start of something new, and bonding with someone who understands your trauma and knows how to help you.
You can help each other.
#call of duty mw2#cod mw2#ghost mw2#simon ghost riley#ghost fanfiction#ghost smut#ghost call of duty#simon riley#simon riley x you#simon riley smut#captain john price#mw2 smut
194 notes
·
View notes
Note
saw ur request is finally open dlsksksks i hope modern au is your jam đ€đ»
I would love to get your thought on buggy, shanks, and minawk reacting to reader accidentally sending them a nude pic đ€§
Oh I love you RN â€ïž
Okay so did I go overboard? Absolutely Do I care? HELL NO!
You Accidently Send them a Nude Pic!
Buggy, Shanks, Mihawk
SPICY THEMES! â€ïžâđ„
You are gonna need some Ice cubes đ§ after this one ;D
If you like please Support me on Ko-Fi
Buggy
"For fucks sake" You grumbled as you looked through google- You needed a specific pose for this commission, it was an expensive NSFW one and yet you could not find the right pose and for some reason couldn't figure it from memory-
"Fuck it time to go old school-" You grumbled, Peeling off your clothes and walking to the bedroom were your mirror was, Setting up you snapped a few pictures in the pose needed.
Looking at the few shots you couldn't help but pat yourself on the back. You looked good and got the pose perfectly- Dressing back you went back to your computer.
You kept your phone gallery opened to look at the photo, embarrassed you had to go to such lengths to do so- But money was money.
As you continued your sketch you saw a message ding and smiled- It was non other then Buggy, your close friend and truthfully your partner in crime.
Buggy Boo đ€Ą: U busy?
Me: Yeah I'm trying to find some references, but what's up?
Buggy Boo đ€Ą: NVM wanted to hang out
You smiled at this.
Me: You can still but at a price đ
Buggy Boo đ€Ą: Price? đ°
Giggling you open up your text gallery. You scroll through the photos to find the McDonald's meme youd saved earlier and quickly sent it-
Me: Gotta Bring Me The Mickey D's đ© đŠ
However you saw two images loading to be sent with the text. Raising a brow as you waited for it to load- However when it sent and showed you the second image you threw your device across the room.. there just below the McDonald's Meme was your nude reference photo.. You tried to panic unsend but saw he read it instantly.
Fuck FUCK FUCK!!!
Expecting a call or a WTF text of some sort but .
Silence- You didn't see him text back or anything. Fear eating you up inside as you thought the worse.. He's going to fucking hate you now- you two had just been really really good friends for years and maybe had a few drunken nights together however nothing like this!
In your panic you didn't realize how much time had passed before a knock snapped you from your thoughts.
You heard frantic knocks in your front door, surprised by the urgency of them and walked over- Opening the door your face flushed with what you saw. There was Buggy, with a shirt barely and clearly backwards, his hair down in thick waves looking wet and barely holding up his pants like he had gotten into clothes on the way to you however the 4 massive bag of McDonald's in his hand clued you in he had stopped at the restaurant right before.
"Buggy?-" You say shyly and face cherry red at seeing him in such a disheveled state- that and his boxers didn't exactly hiding him very well.
"I came over as fast as I could- I also got everything on the menu-" He said breathlessly holding up the bag and you glance to see his car parked sideways in your driveway, words seemed to leave you as you could practically see the desire in his gaze as he grinned widely.
He stepped forward and gently pushed you back into the house closing your door behind him as he quickly closed the space between you two, handing you the bag whicj you could barely hold onto.
"Gotta say, that was a welcomed surprised from you. I loved it~" He purred out, You squeaking in surprise at his words as his hands found their way to your hips.
"I have some modeling I'd like to see you do~ For art purposes of course" He said with a wink.
"Y-You actually liked those?" You manage out- Buggy laughed at this.
"Of course! It was sexy, flashy, surprising all at once. Not gonna lie if it wasn't for me needing to get the McDonald's I'd have came straight here and fucked you into the floor" He growled out in desire. You decided to not tell him you were joking about the McDonald's thing.
"In that case-" You sent the bag to the side and smiled as you felt him practically waiting for you to give the OK.
"Food can wait~"
Shanks
So bored- You thought as you laid on the couch of your boyfriends apartment. Shanks, The famed biker gang leader in your state. It was famous for his skills, the brutality of his gang and the unfortunate missing arm from a accident to save a child.
However for you he was just the love of your life- and also the one who had left 3 hours ago to do some sort of meet up with his gang which always ment leaving you behind-
Deciding to text him you open your phone to snapchat seeing he was still at the bar and sent a message.
Me: Red I'm Bored đŽ
Red Head: I know Babe but I'll be home soon.
Me: It's been 3 hours đ
Red Head: Almost done here. I'll Bring you flowers if you're good.
You rolled your eyes- Flowers if your Good hm? You stewed for a moment before jumping up and marching to the bathroom. Maybe it was boredom or sexual frustration but you figured some teasing was in order- Deciding to take off your bottoms you poses in the mirror and snapped a quick picture. Smiling as you loaded it to send
Me: Good like this? {Image}
Prepared to hit send you stopped yourself and sgiggled... This was so stupid. Why would you do this? Rational thought clearing your heated mind and you tossed the phone on the couch to stop yourself.
"Just watch TV Jesus-" You said to yourself and plopped down. Turing in the TV but heard your phone rapidly ding, raising a brow you picked it back up and your face fell- It had sent dear God it had sent. It seemed when you tossed it the screen pressed sent by accdient.
Red Head: I'll be damned-
Red Head: Holy Shit did you just take this now?
Red Head: Baby?
Red Head: I'll be over in 10 minutes..
You saw Shanks text and you felt your face grow hot. This was not how you wanted it to happen but you weren't mad either-
In 8 minutes you heard a knock on the door and you quickly rushed over to open it. Assuming his hand was full-
He smiled at you, Holding the flowers in hand which had somehow survived his speedy ride to you.
"As promised flowers" He said with a grin and you stepped back so he could enter fully and took the flowers that were handed to you.
"Thank you" You say shyly but can't meet his gaze.
"You just love giving me a heart attack hm Love?" He purred out grabbing your chin gently to look up at him.
"I had to put away my phone so quickly cause I was at the bar with the gang" He said with a chuckle as you held the flowers close to your chest.
He leaned forward releasing your chin and began to kiss your check- His body pressing into you and you felt dizzy and warm.
"I-It was an accident" You Squeak out as Shanks layered kisses down your neck- His hand pulling you by your waist as he pulled you closer, your hand setting the flowers to whatever was closest to you as you felt warmth flutter through your body.
"Really?~ Didn't seem like one to me. As yoj said you were bored~" He said softly, you hadn't realized it but he had worked you two backwards till you felt the couch hit the back of your legs and you fell with a surprised yelp. Shanks smiling at this as he pulled away his leather jacket.
"Well let's make sure I don't leave you bored again~" He winked and lowered himself right after you.
Seems you were about to have the ride of your life~
Mihawk
You kicked off your heels with a sigh as you finally made it back to your home. Flopping on the couch with a groan- be a lawyer they said, You'll make a lot of money they said- BULLSHIT!
You were overworked, under paid and under laid- it was brutal honestly but you did like your work to some degree and you got to meet interesting people.
You hear a ding from your phone and sigh, already prepared for some client to email- But instead you were met with a text Ling saying your photos were ready.
Photos?... OH The Nude Boudoir Photos of yourself! Jumping up you quickly press the downloadable link and open it up quickly.
It had been a gift for yourself, when your confidence had been down and wanted something to make you feel beautiful and sexy. Opening up the downloaded folder you smiled, it was a bit weird to admire pictures of yourself but the photographer had done such a great job!
However you were cut off when another email rolled in- Sighing heavily as you saw it was non other then you poss and CEO of the firm Mihawk Dracule. The man was a sticklier about everything and he was just lucky he was hot or else you would have slammed a folder in his face by now-
Mihawk D: (Y/N) I need the file for Eros vs Tuller Case. Seems file did not send correctly.
You sigh, that wasn't hard and you'd already downloaded it on your phone. Attaching the document from you phone quickly you sent it-
So lucky!-
There it had been the last thing you...downloaded- wait... it hadn't been the last thing you downloaded.
Dread filled your chest as you slowly opened up your phone once again and clicked the downloaded tap- Seeing two downloaded files, slowly opening the file you sent Mihawk only to see your naked body...
You stared at your phone and screamed- Bloody. Murder
'NO NO NO NO-!!' You panicked as you literally through your phone across the livingroom.
"I'm so so fired I just sent my boss my naked photos!" You sobbed as you fell to the floor, your face as red as a tomato and you damn near cried. You hear another ding and crawl to your cracked device and took a look.
Mihawk D: Come to my office tommorow morning early. We have things to discuss.
You were dead- So very very dead... You cried that night and shot out your resume to several firms and waited for the next morning.
On cue you arrived to the firm brighf and early, having to psych yourself up before going in. You walked in to the building and up to the executive office- you half expected to see a box and a pink slip waiting for you- your head low as you stepped into your bosses office.
"Sir?.." You say softly, looking up you saw Mihawk sitting there looking through some papers- Your eyes focusing on what he was so interested in and you damn near had a heart attack. Seeing professional prints of your boudoir images on his desk and he was looking through them calmly, He glanced up at you finally seeing your wide eyes and flushed face he pointed you over to him calmly.
Slowly stepping forward you stood next to him behind the desk- Seeing the expensive professional prints of your intimate photos sprawled out.
"A-Am I fired?.." You finally asked, Your voice no better then a shaky whisper.
"No. I quite like these infact- I've had many people in my company who have tried to flirt, I was even curious when youd act.. But ive never seen one as bold as this" He said clearly amused, the humiliation burned in your chest- especially since he knew you had a crush on him.. but now you were curious why he didn't want to fire you.
He flicked back to one of the photos, one were you had worn something akin to a playbunny outfit made of lace. He tapped the imagine a bit playfully.
"I must say, This is by far my favorite out of the lot... I'd like to make a proposal to you" He said, craning his head to meet your eyes as a smirk played on his lips.
You felt your brain turn to mush.. first that he liked them and second that Mihawk Dracule was smiling- Had you died?!
"A date if you will, But I'd like to explore your skills in your modeling afterwards. Back at my home. If you're more comfortable with a written contract that is fine with me, but verbal is just as good" He stated calmly, Heat flushing your form at his words and you skittishly nodded.
"What would be the terms of this contract?" You ask shyly, Now more interested then you thought it would be. Mihawk reaching into his caot and pulled out a satin case, opening it to reveal a beautiful necklace, it was very classy looking and could truthfully be worn with anything- but you realized it was a infinity choker with a key lock in the back.
Warmth hitting your body once again asnyou realized what this represented.. A collar.
"Dates, a more personal relationship and some.. let's say recreations of these works?" He said calmly still holding his favorite one.
You thought for a moment, before running your fingers over the necklace and nodding softly.
"I agree to those terms" You say a bit playfully, Earning a smile from Mihawk. He stood up calmly and picked up the necklace, moving behind you as he carefully clasped it and locked it into place.
"Wonderful" He practically purred out and admired you for a moment. Head flooding your body once more at his golden gaze.
"I will pick you up tonight then, 8 sound good?" He asked, you agreeing and he patted your behind playfully.
"Good. Now Run along now Bunny, I still need the file for the Eros vs Tuller Case" He said amused, You nodding quickly.
"Yes Mr. Dracule" You say softly and as you stepped out a blush on your cheeks and a smile on your lips.
That went better then expected~
#x reader#one peice x reader#one piece#one peice live action#buggy one piece#buggy the clown x reader#one piece mihawk#buggy x reader#mihawk x reader#hawkeye mihawk#one piece shanks#shanks one piece#red haired shanks#shanks x reader#red haired shanks x reader
1K notes
·
View notes
Text
*record scratch* freeze frame. Reality Check. "You're the one who came and got me at school. You're the one who dragged me back into this." let's re-evaluate that statement, Sam, because that is not, in fact, what happened.
The context in which Sam makes this statement is that he's arguing Dean used to care about the revenge quest and killing the demon because Dean is the one that came and got Sam and thus "dragged him back" into the quest to kill the demon. But, that is not why Dean went to get Sam at school, it was to find John, who was missing and possibly dead. Dean didn't even Know about the demon at this point (they don't find out that "the thing that killed mom" is a demon til 1x11) or that John was closing in on it. Dean goes to Stanford to ask Sam to help him look for John, that's it. Then, at the end of 1x01 Dean brings Sam back to school in time for his interview as promised, and drives away. He only turns around when, in the deleted scene, he notices his watch has stopped, cluing him in that something is wrong. And he gets there in time to save Sam from the burning building.
Sam then makes the choice to leave with Dean because now that he's lost someone, he is personally invested in finding John because John knows more about the thing that killed Mary (and now Jess) than anyone, and Sam is the one who is now consumed by the need for revenge and the first step in getting that revenge is finding John, something he had no vested interest in doing before, but is now heavily invested in, even more than Dean is, as we see throughout the first half of s1 where Sam is often the one calling around looking for John and is more interested in searching for John than taking on random cases.
Anyways, it's just so interesting to track this revisionism of events and how both Sam and Dean come to accept this as the truth when it's literally not what we saw happen throughout the season. And we see Dean start to absorb this belief after Meg plants the seed in their heads in 1x16, trying to drive a wedge between them, by falsely saying Dean "drags Sam around like luggage" when literally the whole reason Sam and Meg meet is because Sam wanted to part ways in 1x11 and Dean let him go. Sam then comes back and decides to stay all on his own, even after Dean offers to drop Sam off somewhere.
Dean expresses in 1x16, that yes, he wants Sam around, he wants his family together again, but at the end of that very episode Dean is also the one who says they need to split up from John, even though it's the last thing he wants. Dean consistently is willing to let people go, even if it's not what he personally wants. And especially Sam. Over and over throughout the season he expressed how he wants Sam to have a normal life, is willing to let Sam go, or stay in some random town and drop the search for John. So even IF Dean did secretly want Sam to stick around when he went to get Sam at Stanford, he never expected it. Never enforced it.
That Sam comes to think Dean "dragged him back" into hunting is a purely revisionism and a bit of projection, I think, because Sam might not want to face the truth of the matter which is that he consistently chose to stick with hunting, and actually enjoys it more than he'd like to admit. And, as both he and John express, this quest to kill Yellow Eyes becomes "their" obsession. Not Dean's. Dean is the one who says he'd rather they never find the demon if it means losing his family. Dean is the one that says getting revenge isn't worth dying for. And then, Sam takes this to heart, when at the end of 1x22 he refuses to kill John Possessed by Azazel at Dean's pleading, AND when he tells John that killing this demon does not come "before everything" while eyeing Dean bleeding out in the backseat.
Dean was never the one invested in revenge. He did not come get Sam from Stanford to aid in the family revenge quest, he came for help in finding their missing father, something Dean cared abt simply because that's family, and Dean cares deeply, despite everything John put them through. Dean is the one that cares, the heart of the narrative, etc etc. He comes to Sam because he is alone in the world, because their only other blood relative is missing, because it's a very human thing, to reach out, to want family around. And still, he was always going to let Sam go after the 1x01. He didn't like it. It's not what Dean wanted. But he was going to let him go back to his life. Sam chose to follow Dean and continue searching for John.
#vics spn rewatch#sam revisionism#family dynamics#long post#sorry i got lots to say#spn 1x01#spn 1x11#spn 1x16#spn 1x21#spn 1x22
354 notes
·
View notes
Text
Hell nah I love CLU so much it's unreal
1 note
·
View note
Text
A little something unexpected (Jake Seresin x Reader)
Summary: a routine shopping trip leads to something something unexpected for a certain blonde aviator .
warning: fluffy , goofy , jakes new to the simp life but hes not complaining . not proof read ( Soz )
( just realised i haven't done any hangman oneshots so here's one)
In the unknown of life it can throw curveballs , unexpected courses throughout life that test whether you go through with it or not . Like talking to a stranger in a bar , crossing the road at the wrong or right time , changing plans at the last minute, all things not expected but can cause a big or little outcome . Jake Seresin didnât realize such an occasion was going to happen as he was grocery shopping one sunday morning. He didnât know he was going to be changed in such a way it would alter his life in such a way . He was going aisle to aisle getting and checking off his list , he may have shot a few smiles and winks at the women he passed getting his various produce and products . It was normal , part of his Sundays since heâs been stationed permanently in San Diego . turning corner as a women check him out shamelessly but it was his favorite kind , then again he like whether they took charge or not once they left the next morning. He was a hound dog , not yet ready to settle down just wasnât in the cards for him and he was more than ok with that . he wasnât looking for love or so he thought then he look up saw a scene before him , she was beautiful , stunning and everything he didnât know was real only in some sort of movie or magazine . their was a familiar feeling to the woman he was looking at , maybe she was famous seen her in some movie at some point in life. But she was standing crossed arms looking completely unamused at the man before her , some sap trying to put the moves on ,jake thought or couples quarrel .Â
â come on stop playing hard to get â the man almost whine same time as jake rolled his eyes , she did the same.Â
â i ainât interested so why donât you get on stop bugging me â she huffed walking off or least trying to until the man grabbed her arm that when jake stood taller , chest out ready to intervene help the pretty lady out . he was hound dog in the sense he slept around but he never would pressure or alone put his hands on a woman . Ready to intervene and save the day but before he could even step forward she grab the man quickly having him now pressed up against the shelf hand twisted behind his back before jake could even speak .Â
â let go of me you crazy bitch â he squealed trying to get out of her grasp whole thing was amusing granted she was tiny compared to both him and the man she had in her hold .
â donât grab strangers or they grab back now iâll let you go and youâll be on your way or i can hold you til the cops come sugar itâs all up to you â she smiled sweetly .
â first one â the man pained out almost whisper as she did just that and watched him walking off slightly impressed with the outcome til she realised she had an audience one a little old lady and another was a face she didnât think she would see ever again .Â
â well done you show him â the little old lady almost cheered before heading off .Â
â jake seresin ?â she called making him freeze .Â
â you know me ?â he asked confused she was familiar but not in the known familiarity sort of sense of things , cluing to scramble every inch of his brain to think of how he knew her , was she past flame but then again if he did go there he would remember her definitely.Â
â itâs y/n â she laughed suddenly more closer and everything clicking into place , she was his best friend back homes little sister although she wasnât little anymore. The former wildchild who wore baggy clothes getting trouble constantly of her escapades infairness jake barely saw her , she was either up in her room , sneaking out or out causing trouble. She was always pretty but it was always an off limits sort of thing plus she was never interested in her brother or his friends jake was one of em .Â
â well trouble what hell you doing hereâ he smirked .Â
â was trying to shop you know itâs a grocery storeâ .Â
â funny i mean san diego smart assâ he shook his head.Â
â well lets walk and talk big guy i ainât causing a traffic jam âshe walked. â to answer you question i moved her last year for work , i am now a nurse more specifically an ER nurse where all the action is , iâm guessing your stationed here ?â she asked .Â
â sure am maâam , canât believe your a nurse though?â he chuckled .
â should seen my mamaâs face when i told her i wanted to be one she thought iâd finally lost it but hell no one expected me pull it off except my big brother mikey he always believes in me â she smiled .Â
â hows big mike now havenât talked to him since in a couple years, i know he married i missed the wedding because i was deployedâ.Â
â heâs got like five little one like she just kept going one after another â she shook her head amusement filled her tone. â but he loves dad life and heâs deputy on the force badge and all â .Â
It was so natural to fall into the conversation with her , more easier than anyone heâs met , reminiscing over the past and filling in the gaps and present to the point he felt a little disappointed when they were heading out the store , swapping number did help stop the disappointment , knowing the conversation could still continue. It was strange to say the least a normal routine moment leading to more as they parted ways . still there was something there , something he couldnât place his finger on that was lingering after she left but he knew he had to see her again that was for certain . heading home and yet she was all that he could think about , even stepping out and heading into his house, usually waving over a scantily clad housewife across housewife but he completely ignored her presence as he headed into his house .Â
It would be weeks before he would see her again giving her busy schedule and his own the meet up was something very hard to maintain yet still keeping in contact he felt like teenager waiting for his crush to respond was that what this feeling was . Standing at the dart board ready to take rooster money once more even he was starting to feel sorry but hey he asked for the rematch. He wasnât paying attention to the bell ringing above the door , it was when he started hearing the low whistles .Â
â christ on a bike â was all he heard from the hawaiian shirt wearing man following who suddenly wasnât caring about the money he was losing , his gaze set completely else where only for jake to follow . He stopped in his track , he himself was less caring of taking his fellow aviators money . She stood out , of course her friend were pretty good looking women but shit she was breathtaking , she took his breath away that was for sure. The little black dress , boots and leather jacket all simple pieces of clothing and yet on her looked like she was ready for a run way or glamorous photo shoot . he watched the way her head fell back laughing at whatever her friends where talking about .It like she could sense his eyes , her connecting and smile bright on her face as she mouth a hi and little wiggle of her fingers in a wave . his throat was dry but hell his mouth was watering .Â
â shit they have to be lostâ was all rooster said as he made his way to the bar offering his services to the ladies if needed . another new thing was the way his jaw clenched when roosters hand extended to her , the flirty grin and whatever he was saying had her laughing away. Jealousy wasnât a new feeling for jake, he was man enough to admit  it ( to himself and never out loud ) . But he was never jealous of a women attention , usually he would just move on or get her attention his way . but now he watching his friend and a face from his past that he couldnât shake like she permanently inserted herself into his brain . then they were coming over , men watching the group of girl sauntering over to the familiar spot that was occupied by the famous dagger squad . he watched as rooster introduced each of the girls to his friend .Â
â i know hangman , we go way back â her voice god it beat any melody of his favorite songs .Â
â that we do darling â he flashed flirty grin of his own.Â
â we grew up in the same town actually him and my big brother were best friends at one stage â she explained to the perplexed face of her own friends and his .
â oh so was jake always well this or was he awkward secret nerd before .. please tell me he was a pip squeak who couldnât get lad â nat perked up .
â nah he and my brother were ladies men , completely the star of everyoneâs eyes including the women of our town âshe rolled her eyes as he had a beaming smile .Â
â i can see why he and you brother total heart throb material â her friend mia purred and yet it was easy she was already showing the blonde the go but his eyes were solely fix on y/n .  the whole night he was following her every word it was like she was the only woman in the bar and in his eyes she was . even his friends were a little shocked at the behavior of their friend . her friends gave up on pursuing the man well most of them did mia on the other hand seemed to be determined to get the blonde eye shedding layers pulling her dress up a little more show off her legs or down to show cleavage and t was getting anyone but jake seresins .  she giggled louder and talked more lewdly the dagger squad stood confused , while y/n friends looked slightly embarrassed what they didnât know was the seemly secret need to be better than y/n , mia goal to be the one who performed better , got everything that y/n wanted , she wasnât a friend not really . not that y/n cared it or took notice it was really one sided , she was happy with her life , a job although stressful but worth it she enjoyed it most parts but came with hard times . she had boyfriends but never stayed around something never clicked not like it did with jake seresin which well was strange . not in sense she didnât find he wasnât attractive because even knew it , it was more they were such different people back then probably now too. Texting was fun , catching up was best. Someone from home here in san diego was something they both could enjoy.Â
The night was going well other than the glares from her so called friend but other than that she and her other friends were having a great time she found them great bunch of people even being invited to other nights out if she was available . she hopped of the seat headed to the seat jake was at the bar getting more drinks while she was standing at juke box punching in the keys two heading to the group at same time as slow ride because booming throughout the speakers. Every single one of the dagger squad huffing and sighing.  Â
â really bag manâ nat groaned rubbing her temples .Â
â hey this good song but this time , it wasnât me i was at the barâ he chuckled raising his drink in one hand and handing y/n a bottle of beer .Â
â actually this ones on me , itâs one of my favorite songs â she winced .Â
â yeah totally good songâ mia cheered.Â
â you told her turn it off earlier â clara , one of y/n arched her brow.Â
â actually yeah you said you hated itâ emma snorted .Â
â she only likes it because blondey , does even though blondey isnât havenât having a bar of herâ izzy scoffed starting to get annoyed a pick me mia . â probably because y/n likes him is why she wants him â she let slip .Â
â not true at all â mia whined .Â
â yeah it is , why you come you donât even like us or y/n â izzy probed .Â
â i like you guys , where is this coming from ⊠not my fault y/n boyfriend came on to me that time â she shook her head .Â
â wait what ??â y/n face fell .Â
â what it was just one time or two .. maybe it was three relax it meant nothing plus you dumped him so like chill , come on you get everything let me have that and stop hogging his attention â mia whined completely like she had done nothing wrong.Â
â she aint hogging my attention actually in fact iâm hogging hers hope you girls donât mind iâm gonna steal her to â he looked to the others who couldnât help have shit eating grin.Â
â enjoy â izzy smirked waving as jake pulled her hand waving to penny a silent he would pay his tab next day. She on other hand was quiet not the usual way she was before trying to think back and it all clicking . she heard the bell ring and a yell of mia screaming â come on â as jake looked to see the woman pouting pulling her phone off the bar and round of cheers, an instant karma not to the point it really measures but hey it was a start . Â
He brought her down the beach still some light of the bar illuminating in a sense but not too much it disturbed the beauty of the night . how the moonlight reflected on the ocean , the sound of waves crashing such calm compared to the storm that was nearly brewing in the hard deck . He realized the fact he was still holding her hand only this time her fingers where intertwined with his and he could stop thinking how perfect they fit like two pieces of a puzzle .  they didnât talk , like the unspoken words spoke volumes enjoying the silence and each others company til she shivered once more then wordlessly he lead them off the beach towards his truck . unlocking it opening the passenger side as she hoped in , all not a word spoken from their mouths but the eyes told each other everything. All that was running through jakes mind was how perfect she fit in his life in different ways , like how perfect she was sat in his truck . taking the hoodie from the backseat handing it to her a whisper of â thanks â spilling from her lips . this was new this was something he hadnât experience in a long time . the drive was different somehow but it was almost routine. Driving pretty girl home but this wasnât just any pretty girl it was y/n . She was different , everything about his feelings were different to what he was used to. The fact he like seeing her in his clothes or at his side. Pulling up to her house he didnât want it to end not the night , not her company , it all .Â
â you wanna come in for a drink or coffeeâ seemly she was feeling the same the long forgotten drama of a jealous friend to the fact she was solely in trance from the blonde aviator that sat beside her.Â
â yeah iâd like that â he smiled hoping out of the car jogging to her side and holding his hand out to help her out of the car . once more fingers intertwined walking up toward the house , something even in the exterior felt homely , flowers that sat perfectly around the deck in a weird sense reminded him of home in texas , she opened the door throwing her keys in the bowl her hand still in his only for jake to puller her spinning her into his arms , a yelp and giggle spilling from her lips man he loved that sound , tipping her face up with his free hands leaning down so close he could hear her breathe hitch , he could feel how close it was all he had to do was do it , just move that little bit that would connect his lips to her plump pillow soft lips . the nervous feeling in his was definitely new one , had him frozen almost looking into her eyes watching him closely only to be the one to be the one to take that step , that one push that had her lips on his. Instantly the nervous feelings gone his hand gone straight to her hair pulling her closer if it was possible . never had he felt a kiss like it , one that had him lost , one that had him addicted just one touch like it was his sole source of living . her lips perfect against his , her hand on his chest sliding up and around his head , her own tilting for new angle to deepen the kiss . the way his tongue dance with her own , tasting each other like it was only thing in the world even the need for air wasnât a thought when the two so lost in each other . until it was pulling back both breathlessly looking at the other , the smile appearing on their faces . lifting her up he could feel the vibration of her laugh matching his own giving directions around the house in between pecks and sensual kisses , nothing was rushed .  nothing was pushed and exceeded his own need , no jake wanted to take his time , he wanted to burn this moment into his memory . the feeling of her in his arms still swallowed by his hoody or the feeling of her soft skin on her legs on the palm of his hands . her taste , the way she was looking at him it was all something that he didnât want to stop not ever . Â
That moment of confusion when he began to stir , the scent of somewhere else , the feel of somewhere else . eyes cracking open to see the morning sun settling in the room , turning to find the bed empty . brows scrunched together as rubbed the sleep out of his eyes til he could hear the muffled voice coming from behind the door . a smirk on his lips as he got out of bed grabbing his underwear , his shirt somewhere missing could find it later . following the sound of the voice , taking in her home something that was missed the night previous the way it felt cozy , the way it felt like home laced in the wall . how he could picture himself coming home from a long day and just something simple as sitting with her wrapped in his arms eating take out .Â
â is that jake seresin â a voice called as he walked into the kitchen , a familiar voice one heâs spent his whole childhood until he went to the naval academy .Â
â hey mikey â he wince not realizing he just interrupted a family facetime while in his underwear .Â
â it is hey yâall catch up while i finish this â she smirked , amused at his reaction or how heated his cheeks where.Â
â hey Mikey , how are you man â he winced walking closer taking her phone in his hands so he wasnât exposing much of himself to his childhood friend while standing in said friend little sisters kitchen . Â
â breakfast will be awhile sit â she called not looking at him but he could tell she was fighting the urge to laugh .Â
â heâs the guy ?â mikey called.Â
â heâs the guy now catch up â she called back .Â
â hurt her and law be on your ass seresin . but other than that how you been man hows the navy â her brother said easily even making her look at her phone with a look of â what the fuckâ written on her face.Â
â good man permanently stationed here , deployments aren't as long and get to teach the future aviators how its done â he chuckled .Â
Wasnât long til the bestfriend chatting up a storm jake was barely paying attention though his missing shirt that almost swallowed her whole as she moved around kitchen making him breakfast shit this wasnât helping his fantasies it was only feeding them , when she came over plates in her hand place them on table and heading back to get more jake said his goodbyes as she yelled her placing the drinks and condiments on the table only for jake to pull her on to his lap. Kissing her neck and her cheek til she turned her head and kissing his lips , the domestic feel to it all didnât scare him , it should of but it was y/n , it felt right . her perched on his lap while they ate breakfast . She told him of her lack of plans so she was probably going to chill home for day , so he invited her to the beach . a sort of weekly tradition of going the beach with the dagger squad and friends on base , something she knew of from their text . what she didnât know this was a first of many things. It was first of him staying over that was rare he usually went home once the deed was done , he was usually home along sitting at his kitchen island , it was also a new thing of him bringing someone with him to the beach , never had he brought a fling but he hoped this wasnât a fling it was too good to be a fling. Once breakfast was done and he cleaned up much to her telling him to stop falling on deaf ears . they showered , ready and headed to jakes so he could change his clothes knowing he was going to take another shower after beach .Â
The faces of his friends where priceless except javy and nat the two sense something growing and it was an answer to jake sudden behavior change over the last few weeks. How he was glue to his phone or barely paying attention to the women that batted their lashes at him in hard deck . her hand in his as they got closer only to see her friends there too well two izzy and emma.Â
â bob and rooster invited us â izzy smirked . â see jake had same ideaâ .Â
â well since there is girls here , lets set up over here and leave the boys to their football â nat cheered just as y/n went to leave with the girls jake pulled spinning her as she fell into a fit of giggles as jake kissed every part of her face before getting her lips .Â
â ok ok come on suck face laterârooster groaned pretending to be repulsed but the smile on his face betrayed him .Â
â see ya later honey â jake winked patting her ass as she shot him a playful glare .Â
Rushing to her friends to find out what happened when she left to here mia had to pay for a round of drinks and left in an uber alone not long after . the turn in events izzy asked bob for his number which the shy WSO almost thought she was joking , while shy emma gave rooster hers but left the bar alone but all wanting to know what happened with her and jake . she told them it all ( well not all ) . nat couldnât believe it , all her time knowing jake seresin and hearing this almost husband material man , one of the biggest man sluts of the hard deck being so soft  and fluffy . then when she looked to the group of her fellow dagger squad members , the way jake seresin was looking at y/n . Such love and awe in his green eyes it all made sense.Â
Distracted was the best term to use as he and guys stood , his eyes automatically landed on her , ears picking up her laughter as she sat in the warm sand , talking animatedly about something . it made a bright smile emerge on his face . like it was just here on the beach , she wasnât even talking to him , or could he hear what she was saying but she had his attention either way .Â
â iâll be damned , never thought i would see the day unless this is some coma , drug induced dream ârooster let out low whistle finally bringing the texan back to the group.Â
â what are you talkin bout now bradshawâ jake rolled his eyes.Â
â itâs seems a miracle has happened and bag man is in love â rooster smirked .
He wanted to tell him no , he was wrong that jake seresin and love never even crossed paths and yet he couldnât . It was all clicking in his head , how it all made sense and this was one of those instances where he could actually agree with rooster. Jake was in love and it wasnât scaring him like he thought it would shit he was welcoming it , letting it fill his brain and his heart.Â
â i think rooster is on to something i think my boy is in loveâ javy shook jake shoulders side to side playfully.
â i ainât denying she something special but if you think ya beating me today bradshaw got another thing coming â he winked . â LET'S PLAY SO I CAN BRING MY GIRL ON A DATEâ he yelled catching her attention how her wide eyes soften and the coy playful smile on her lips appeared.Â
âSince when am i your girl seresinâ she stood hands on hips .Â
â since the moment i saw you in that aisle kicking ass honey lets not deny the obvious hereâ he smirked walking toward her , not one of them complained the sudden shift of the game change .Â
â well kiss your girl and get back to your game cowboy â she wrapped her arms around his waist as he held her face so softly kissing her soft lips like it was first time and definitely vowed to himself he would be doing it til the last day he had on earth. Ignoring their friends hoots and hollering in the background . nah his girl was his main thought.Â
Things were unexpected , one little thing could alter and change course of someone's life and in this instance jake seresin was happy with the outcome what was a routine shopping trip because it would lead him to this , to love and even more importantly it would lead him to her .
#top gun fandom#top gun fanfiction#top gun maverick#jake seresin#jake seresin x reader#jake seresin fanfiction#jake seresin x y/n#jake seresin x you#hangman x reader#hangman x you#hangman x y/n#jake hangman seresin fic#jake seresin fic#jake hangman seresin#jake x reader#jake x y/n#jake x you#bradley rooster bradshaw#mickey fanboy garcia#natasha phoenix trace#robert bob floyd#javy machado#javy coyote machado#phoenix#reuben payback fitch#reuben fitch#robert floyd#mickey garcia#natasha trace#bradley bradshaw
110 notes
·
View notes
Note
Hallo! Hope you're doing good!
I canât remember if you've ever written something like this, but check this out:
What if thereâs a story where reader and Donna start dating, but reader's dealing with her abusive parents? Donna knows about it too, but isnât clued into how bad and serious it really is. One day, reader shows up to see and spend time with Donna and has some marks on her body. When Donna sees them, she gets super angry, but reader brushes it off and calms her down.
Then later, they get into an argument, and Donna raises her voice, which triggers the reader. She tries to hold it together, but when Donna gets closer and reaches for her own hair, the reader flinches, thinking sheâs about to hit her. This sets off her PTSD.
In the end, Donna calms her down and suggests that the reader should move in with her.
Thank you:)
Yesss!!!! Thank you for your request!!! I hope you like it and sorry about the language mistakes!!!! :))))
Save me
Pairing: Donna Beneviento x Fem! Reader
Warnings: Angst, mentions of abuse
Word count: 6,835
Summary: Sometimes life is like hell to you...
N/A: Sorry about the language mistakes!!! Requests are open!!! I'm waiting yours!!! I love you all!!! :))
Normally, it didn't take you that long to leave the house. It was just another procedure, going out the door, promising that you'd be back soon... For an 18-year-old girl like you, none of those simple tasks should be difficult.
But, even if you were really just another villager, nothing special, your family was.
It's not that you were a rebellious girl, you never were. You were always an obedient girl, devoted to Mother Miranda like any of the villagers. You didn't disobey, you didn't protest... You couldn't do it either.
The Black Gods were merciful, or so they said, although with you... With you, they were too unfair. Every day, all you heard were screams, unfair scolding. Your body didn't receive hugs, caresses, not even your ears could relax with some soft words of support, some that should come from the two people who gave you life.
Your parents weren't like the others. Maybe at first, in the innocence of your childhood, you thought that way, that severity could be beneficial for your future, but as you grew up, you realized you were wrong.
The blows were common, the screams were routine. No matter what you did, for them, you did everything wrong, you did everything to anger them.
It could be a good reason to try to escape from that village, so the Black Gods would stop laughing at you, but it wasn't. No one could leave that place. No one was going to protect you. Your life was already written in indelible ink.
You could only do what many of your friends did to run away from their homes (although due to reasons less logical than yours). You could work at Dimitrescu Castle as a maid, but you thought yourself so useless, you thought yourself so stupid that you didn't even try.
If severity served to achieve a better future... Where was yours? The screams, the beatings, made you start to believe those unfair words, that you werenât a worthy daughter, that you would never be one.
However, you had another option, the worst of all. You could throw away your principles, the interest you always had for women, and marry one of those brainless peasants. Yes, that way you could leave that house but you didn't know what was waiting on the other side. You could improve, form an unwanted family and forget about your past but, besides the fact that you would never be able to escape from your parents... How could you know if that boy wasn't the same, or even worse than them?
There was no way out and the idea of ââa loveless marriage wasnât in your plans.
You thought that maybe you didn't deserve to live, that this horrible treatment was the direct consequence of offending the Gods. Darkness no longer belonged only to the village, it had taken over you.
Giving up was easy, the coward's way, but you didn't see that you had any other option. The Gods apparently noticed that change, that apathy, the bottomless precipice that your life was heading towards. To them, to Mother Miranda, to the Lords, you were just caged animals that had to accept their fate, no matter how terrible it was.
But suddenly, your life changed, the Gods played with you, making it worthwhile to continue listening to screams.
The youngest one, the mysterious lady in black who was barely a shadow to the villagers, Donna Beneviento, found something in you that forced her to come closer.
Maybe it was your tireless prayers for those dark deities to release you from your suffering, maybe it was the beauty you were born with, the desire to have fun with you that someone like her could have.
It wasn't like that. The lady in black didn't come over to play, she didn't scold you for your eternal tears, for your pleas, she just stayed watching you, like a bad omen, like a harbinger of darkness.
Little by little that routine was repeated, always in the same place, always at the same time. Your tears stopped running down your cheeks. For some reason, you wanted her to see you in a different way, to not be the sad and hurt girl you used to be. Her silent presence somehow calmed your laments. You had lived through too many horrible things to be afraid of her.
According to her, that was what caught her attention. Your lack of fear, your apathy, your relaxed way of seeing her presence, of feeling that she was close, were the reasons that pushed Lady Beneviento to come even closer, to ask your name and what was the reason for your constant prayers.
What at first seemed like a curious approach stopped being so. The old chapel stopped being your meeting place. And there were no prayers, no supplications, no tears, just something strange that happened on your face every time you met Donna and her doll, something that you started to do without realizing it: smile.
Smiles, conversations, even funny moments thanks to the Angie doll⊠All of that became your new motivation to come home every night, to endure the screams, the beatings, to wish for a new day to come, and to be able to see her.
Her beauty surprised you, her beauty lacking that horrible black veil, her bright eye, the face of a wounded and sick woman but that emanated pure beauty, emanated that feeling you also had, love.
Your first kiss was one more sign that someone or something had heard your pleas. She loved you, you loved her. There was nothing that could make you happier at that moment, the moment when the lady shyly confessed her feelings, confessed that she didn't see a friend in you, that she saw the woman of her life.
Sobbing, you walked through the forest, on your way to the old estate, like every day, and, like every day, you had to deal with the hell that was your home. Going through hell to get to heaven⊠It was a rather poetic way of looking at it.
Of course, your parents never knew and they never would, hopefully. She was a Lord, but⊠But you belonged to them. Telling the truth about the reason for your daily escapades would only trigger more blows.
âD-Donna?â you asked timidly, wiping away your last tears, erasing from your mind your father's screams, your mother's scorn.
âOh, (Y/N),â the Lord's hoarse and soft voice had become a magic eraser for all your suffering, along with the elegant sound of her heels on the wooden floor.
The movement of the lady's black dress was always a hypnotic dance, one that forced your corners of your mouth to rise mercilessly.
âH-Hi,â you stammered with a smile that faded when you looked at her face, one that wasnât like every day, she seemed worried.
âTesoroâŠâ she sighed, slowly approaching and cupping your face in her hands. âAmore mio⊠I thought, I thought you wouldn't come anymore,â she whispered, kissing you softly, showing you the reason for that unusual expression. âThat you would have forgotten about me.â
The contact of her soft lips sent reassuring signals to your entire body, letting it relax in her arms, with her constant caresses.
âI could never forget you, Donna,â you sighed, burying your head in the black fabric of her dress, letting her chest serve as support, as a balm for the memories of the screams just a moment ago. âSorry for being late.â
âW-Well, the important thing is that you came,â she said, with the smile that made you fall in love, one that was for you, exclusively for you.
You nodded slowly, hugging the lady and closing your eyes, causing your ears to be distracted by a shy laugh that emerged from her lips as she pushed you away.
âAren't you saying hello to me?â a different, higher-pitched voice caught your attention.
Of course, the Angie doll also seemed happy about your presence, she was even annoyed that you were running to her owner and not playing with her.
âSure, hello, Angie,â you said, bending down to be at the height of the doll, who kindly hugged you quickly with an evil laugh.
âDo you want to play?â the puppet asked, always used to having a fun time with you, or with both of you, if possible.
Seeing her owner smile again seemed like enough reason to stop making fun of you like at the beginning but⊠Somehow you started to think if that doll was more aware of your situation than Donna.
âNo, today, today I wanted to be with Donna,â you said softly, getting up to find yourself again with the protective arms of the lady in black, who didn't waste a moment to have you as close as possible.
âHow boring,â Angie protested, crossing her arms, but suddenly changing her attitude, climbing up your body in a comical way.
âAngie, lasciala estareâŠâ the lady murmured, picking up the puppet, who had hooked herself onto your body, watching you from close, very close.
âHey, you! Why are you crying?â the doll asked, being dragged away from you by her owner. âDonna, Donna, the fool is crying again.â
Just as you suspected, that doll saw much further than Donna could do.
Lady Beneviento was a sick woman, horribly jealous and possessive. The circumstances of your delay didn't matter to her. The furrows on your cheeks didn't attract her attention. What she valued was only that you had returned, that you hadn't forgotten her.
You knew her past, her sad and almost eternal loneliness. That cold and perhaps slightly dark appearance wasn't an impediment to your heart melting for her, rather it was an advantage. You knew that Donna would do anything for you, if she saw you crying... You didn't know how she would react.
âOh, no, it's nothing,â you said with a fake smile, wiping your face clumsily, making the trace of those salty tears disappear.
âIt's true, tesoro,â Donna said, frowning and coming closer again, gently removing your hand from your face. â(Y/N), youâve criedâŠâ
âOh, it's nothing, really, I've had a bad day,â you lied, downplaying it with a fake shine in your eyes.
âMm,â she murmured, with a distrustful look, lifting your chin. âYou argued with your parents again, right?â she asked with a soft, understanding voice, accentuating her concern with a gentle caress on your hair.
âY-Yes,â you stammered, lowering your head, embarrassedly allowing a discreet tear to fall on the brunette's hand. âThat's why it took me a bit longer.â
Donna sighed, softly kissing your cheek, brushing away with her lips the trace that your mother's slap left on your skin, the internal pain you endured.
âYou argue a lot with them,â she commented, taking your hand and guiding you through the mansion.
Her voice sounded sweet, but in her words you could notice an accent that was perhaps more marked than usual. Those small subtle changes were signs, they were ways that Donna had of unintentionally showing an incipient concern, a concern that you wanted to get out of her mind.
âYes, well, like all parents with their children, I guess,â you said with a sweet look, one that you had spent a lot of time rehearsing.
âMm,â Donna murmured, pointing to a sofa for you to sit on. âMy parents also scolded me sometimes.â
âReally?â you asked curiously, trying to identify your girlfriend's apparent concern, one that was becoming more and more evident. âI-I thought you were a good girl.â
âYes, the truth is that I used to obey my parents but⊠Well, you know, kid stuff, I guess,â she explained in a relaxed tone. âSometimes I couldn't help but get a scolding from my father for stealing materials to make my own dolls.â
You laughed amused, imagining that endearing scene in your head.
âBut... I-I don't understand why a girl like you could get into trouble enough to be constantly arguing, (Y/N). Sometimes I think you're hiding something from me,â she said next, cooling her gaze, searching for something in yours, something she couldn't fully understand.
âWhat? Oh, no, no. I would never hide anything from you, Donna,â you said, knowing that you were lying, that the fear of retaliation from your family was always present even though they weren't. âThey're just very strict.â
âThen I suppose you won't have any problem talking to me about the reason for the argument,â she said with a serious tone, with an attentive look, waiting for a rational explanation and not the usual lies.
âWell, I...â you began, moving away, with your father's screams resonating in your head, the questions, the accusations they made every time you left the house to see your girlfriend. âT-They don't really like me leaving the house.â
The lady in black arched her eyebrow and blinked in confusion, nodding for you to continue.
âThey think, they think I'm dating someone,â you continued, looking away at the wooden floor, controlling the fear in your hands, your only defense against their physical attacks. âYou know.â
âWell, that's true,â Donna said with a smile, moving closer to kiss you softly, something that made Angie protest, eliciting a soft laugh from your lips.
âUgh,â the doll complained.
âWhat's their problem with that?â Donna asked, ignoring the doll's grumbling and taking your hand. âYou're not a child.â
âYes, I know, butâŠâ you murmured, noticing how your body began to tremble, how all your fears materialized in an irrational way. âIt doesn't matter, Donna, they are like that way.â
âWhat way?â the brunette insisted, with an impatient voice, one that demanded a firm and confident answer, one you didn't have. â(Y/N) stop lying to me, you're hiding something from me.â
âI've already told Iâm not,â you said with a gruff voice, perhaps a bit raised in tone. âBesides, I didn't come to talk about my parents, I came to be with you.â
âDon't talk to me like that,â the lady growled, annoyed with your attitude. âI just want to know why every time you come to this house you're crying.â
âYou wouldn't understand,â you said in a whisper, looking away again.
âDo they hurt you?â she asked in a different tone.
You should have known that someone like Donna wasn't easy to fool, but you decided to continue with the lie. You were trash, trash didn't deserve to be worried about it.
âNo,â you said in a fake voice, with a tone that made the lady sigh and caress your hand harder.
âMm,â she murmured, moving away and kissing the back of your hand. âI would never allow anyone to hurt you, you know that, right?â
âI know, Donna, but, but you're worrying too much. My parents are strict and that's it. I understand that they worry about their only daughter and that... Well, that they want who I'm dating.â
âThere's a very simple solution to that, tesoro, just tell them,â Donna commented, nodding. âI'm convinced that if they know you're with me, they'll leave you alone.â
âNo!â you suddenly shouted, waving your arms. âN-No, they, they can't know.â
âWhy? Are you ashamed of me?â she asked, with a different look, offended. It was definitely not a good day.
You hissed, shaking your head. Poor Donna had many problems, many insecurities that complicated your relationship. You didn't make a great effort to act better, to make her see the reality of your situation. You knew that wouldn't bring anything good.
âNo, Donna, I'm not ashamed of you,â you said with a dark tone. âBut they are very... Very traditional. They would never allow me to be with a woman.â
âSciocchezze,â she murmured, taking the hand you withdrew. âIâm a Lord, what they think doesn't matter. What I say and how I say it will be done, by the glory of Mother Miranda, do you understand?â
âI wish it were that simple,â you sighed, managing to hide a tear that fell down your face once again.
âIt is for me, why it isnât for you?â she asked again, relaxing her nervous voice, analyzing your face while her hands caressed it, removing from it the damage it always suffered.
âI don't know, Donna,â you said with a sob, something that made the brunette move away, changing her stern face for a soft one.
âShh, amore mio⊠don't cry, I didn't mean⊠Oh, please, come, come here, hug me, tesoro,â the lady said with a sweet voice, pulling your body to lean on hers, so you could enjoy that ephemeral protection. âForgive me, (Y/N), I didn't mean to talk to you like that.â
âI've, I've had a bad day, that's all,â you said against her clothes, swinging next to her in a silent embrace.
âWell, calm down, you're with me now,â she said, kissing you softly, wiping those tireless tears from your face. âLet's forget it, okay? Let's enjoy our time together.â
The tension finally dissipated, regaining some of the lady in black's sanity, leaving her uncomfortable questions aside and making you spend, as always, one of the best days of your life.
A quiet meal, a moment of reading together, a walk around the grounds. Little things that blurred your fears, that clouded your sense of time and space, something that wasnât good at all, for you.
The clock struck the hour, just when those kisses and caresses were starting to get out of hand. You had never done anything further from pure innocent affection, and of course, making love to Donna was on your long list of pending wishes, but it was never possible.
Time wasnât your ally, it wasnât your friend. It was your worst enemy. That tangle of messy kisses, of naughty hands under your clothes, made you forget what time it was, what time of day it was. You hadn't come home for dinner. You hadn't come back on time and that would have consequences.
The lady in black was always understanding. Her carnal instincts to possess you were always blurred by your worried face, by your sudden escapes. At first it was a game, you were a kind of Cinderella who had to return before midnight, but, little by little, Donna's sighs betrayed more impatience.
Surely it had nothing to do with sex, surely what Donna saw, but at the same time was unable to find out, was your atrocious fear of returning to hell, to your home.
There were no lights in the old cabin. There was no trace of your tormentors. It could be that they had fallen asleep, that they had grown tired of waiting for you. That illusion made you smile, walking in the dark, with stealthy steps, to your room. You werenât aware that danger always lurked around the corners of that house, always.
âYoung ladyâŠâ your father's slurred voice stopped you in your tracks, making you freeze. âMay I know where you're coming from?â
âFather,â you said with a sigh, lowering your head. âI've just been with my friends.â
âWith your friendsâŠâ the man growled, finishing his glass of wine, getting up from the armchair where he was waiting for you, like a beast lurking in the dark. âLiar!â
âF-FatherâŠâ you muttered nervously, unable to move from the spot. âFather, please.â
âWhat the fuck have you been doing?â he hissed, suddenly grabbing you by your hair, pulling it back. âYou're not fooling me, (Y/N), I know what you're doingâŠâ
âI-I'm not doing anything, father, I swearâŠâ
âSilence!â he shouted. âYou're three hours late, young lady, your mother was waiting for you for dinner and how do you thank her? Disregarding her work,â he snapped at you, pulling your hair harder.
âI didn't mean to be late, I'm, I'm sorry,â you begged, hissing in pain, something that never worked for you, nor would it work on this occasion. âFather, let me go.â
âYou're a bitch! You're probably fucking someone, aren't you? A whore like you is what she doesâŠâ he hissed, throwing you to the floor with a push.
âNo, fatherâŠâ you whispered in an inaudible voice, protecting your face with your hands.
âYou're a disgrace! Do you want to be the village whore? Let some idiot get you pregnant? Be a single mother?â the man asked, bending down threateningly while you shook your head.
âNoâŠâ you said in a darker tone, much more dangerous than usual. A terrible idea. âYou have no idea, father.â
âDo you dare to face me?â he asked, laughing mockingly. âAgatha! Hold this brat! She needs to learn a lessonâŠâ
Your mother obeyed and the beatings began.
Your screams didn't matter, your protests weren't heard. Pain, humiliation, crying⊠It was all you could feel at that moment. Every kick, every blow acted mercilessly in your mind, erasing each of Donna's kisses, the softness of her hands on your skin, her words of love clouded with each of the lashes on your body.
It was always the same, always the shadows eclipsing your light. Every night you cried, you begged to get out of that place, and every night it was harder to do so. Donna would always wait for you the next day, she would always refresh your memories, make your pain disappear.
Could you endure a life in hell? Could you live misfortunes every day just for the reward of spending a few hours in paradise?
Over time, those questions stopped having answers.
The next day, the demon was still in your life, your tormentors were waiting for you to serve them like every day. Your whole body hurt, the marks of the blows stood out on your body, on your face.
Even though, as always, you were going to leave your hellish life for a moment, looking in the mirror, reality fell on your shoulders again.
Donna didn't deserve that concern, that feeling of guilt for something she wasn't guilty of. She couldn't see you like that, she simply couldn't.
She would surely be angry with you for not having let her know the harsh reality of your problems. She could take it personally at best. At worst, she would simply despise you. She would see you as a coward incapable of facing your weak mother and an alcoholic beast.
You couldn't take the risk, you couldn't put at risk the little happiness was in your life. You had to keep quiet, silence your problems, hide them, cover them upâŠ
Taking the meaning of that phrase literally, you decided to paint your wounds with makeup, hide your bruises, your misfortunes. You didn't want your life to revolve around your problems, Donna's smile was the only reason you didn't give up, and you didn't plan on giving up on her.
Luckily, leaving the house was easy that day. Neither your father nor your mother seemed to want to interrupt you. Your body was totally sore. They surely believed that you wouldn't get far. After all, who would want to play with a broken toy?
âCiao, tesoro,â the lady said, opening the door when you knocked, granting your lips the grace of a soft kiss, a strange caress on your face.
Your body trembled, suffering the pain of her soft hand from your hidden but silent blows. She would never notice, but even so, her face became thoughtful.
âI notice you look different today, (Y/N),â she said in a soft voice, guiding you into the mansion, enjoying the contact with your skin, one terribly painful, but that you managed to hide.
âOh, well... I wanted, I wanted to be pretty for you,â you said blushing when the lady ran a hand over your made-up cheek, frowning. âDo you like it?â
âMm, I like how you are, you don't need that absurd makeup to come here,â she said, laughing amused and grabbing your waist, a serious mistake. Your father's blows had reached that point and they hurt, they hurt terribly.
You couldn't help but writhe in pain at the contact, emitting a slight hiss that Donna, of course, didn't overlook.
âAre you okay?â she asked worriedly, looking at the place she had touched, playing with your clothes. âWhat is it that...?â
âYes, yes, yes, I'm fine,â you said hastily before the woman in black lifted your shirt to reveal the marks of torture. âI just have⊠Gas.â
âGas,â the lady repeated with a distrustful voice, moving her hand away, luckily.
âYes, um⊠I think, I think I ate too much yesterday,â you said, pretending an amused and embarrassed voice.
âHa, you fart girl!â Angie shrieked, pointing at you mockingly.
âAngieâŠâ Donna whispered, shaking her head. âAmore mio, can I do something for you?â
Get me out of this hellâŠ
âNo, no, it'll pass,â you said, downplaying it, guiding her hand to surround your waist again in a place your father hadn't marked.
âI can make you some tea, I'm sure itâs going to be good,â Donna said kindly, rubbing your belly in a motherly way.
You nodded with a genuine smile, stealing a quick kiss on her cheek.
âStupid mortalsâŠâ Angie commented, walking with you to the living room. âDoes your stomach hurt, silly?â
âYes,â you said amused, sitting down when the lady walked away to prepare your tea with a smile. âYou don't know what that is⊠It hurts a lot.â
âI don't want to know,â Angie said amused, getting off the couch and looking for a deck of cards. âCards?â
âOh, um, okayâŠâ you sighed, shifting uncomfortably on the couch. Every time you did, your wounds burned, reminding you of that horrible night, making you unable to enjoy the time you had with your beloved.
âUh⊠Your stomach isn't there, silly,â Angie said with a suspicious tone, pointing at your hand, which unconsciously went to your side with a hiss. âCome on, spit it out, what are you hiding?â
âNothing, I'm not hiding anything,â you said with a firm voice. âI'm just tired, that's all,â you explained, taking the deck with your aching arms. âWhat do you want to play?â
âMm, I don't know,â the doll said, sitting at the coffee table, with a slightly different tone, lacking the usual irreverence. âLet me give you some advice, (Y/N)âŠâ she whispered in a soft tone, looking at the elevator hallway in case Donna appeared.
âWhat advice?â you asked shuffling those cards, leaving your mind free of pain, or trying to, at least.
âDonna hates being lied to, silly. Just keep pretending that nothing is happening, and you'll seeâŠâ Angie commented, making your heart stop.
âWhat do you mean?â you asked, nervous, shifting uncomfortably on the couch. âAngie, I⊠I don't know whatâŠâ
âStop taking us for fools, you silly villager⊠You can pretend all you want but⊠How much makeup will you need next time?â Angie said, leaving you petrified again. âYou're stupid, (Y/N), Donna may be stupid enough not to know what's going on here, but I'm not.â
âWhatâŠ? What do you think is going on?â you asked in a fearful whisper, the cards shaking in your hand.
âSomeone is hurting you,â Angie said. âDonna doesn't like you being hurt.â
âNo, Angie, you're, you're wrongâŠâ you said sighing, incredulous at her accurate accusation. âWhat makes you think that?â
âIt's not the first time I've seen something like that in a villager like you. Donna never notices those details because she's stupid, but I do, I see, you know?â
âYou're wrong,â you said with a shaky voice, dealing the cards the best way you could.
âReally? What if we take a look?â the doll said, lunging towards you to lift your shirt, something you immediately prevented.
âStop, Angie, please,â you protested.
âAngie, basta,â Donna said, saving you from the undeniable revelation, the discovery that the doll was right, mysteriously right...
âBut Donna, (Y/N)...â the doll protested, pointing at you effusively. âListen to me, Donna, she...â
âGo away, leave us alone, don't you realize she's sick?â the lady said, taking the doll down from the table as she kicked furiously. âLeave her alone, come on, get out.â
 âSilly Donna,â she hissed already on the floor, crossing her arms and walking out of the little corner.
âWhat's wrong with her? Did she lose again?â the lady asked, carefully serving you a cup of tea, with an amused smile.
âI don't know,â you said faking a smile, reaching out your hand towards the offered cup. âThank you, my loveâŠâ
âDrink slowly, it's very hot,â she said kindly, guiding your hand to rise to your mouth.
âIt's very good,â you said with a smile, pleased by the bitter and smooth taste of the tea.
âMm,â she murmured with a smile, looking at you intently, as if there was something that didn't fit for her. âBut what have you done? What a mess.â
âWhat?â you asked confused as she came a little closer, looking at your face carefully.
âTesoro, if you don't know how to put on makeup, don't do it for me, look at how you've put on, let me help youâ she said, pointing at one of your excessively made-up cheeks.
âNo, no, it's, it's okay, Donna. I like it,â you said, moving away the hand that wanted to spread that layer of makeup better, grabbing her wrist.
Donna frowned, shaking her head.
âDon't talk nonsense, I have dolls with much less makeup than you,â she said, insisting on fixing your makeup. âI'm not an expert but... Come, I'll show you how to do it properly.â
âW-Wait,â you said, staying seated on the couch while she pulled your wrist to get you up. âL-let me finish my tea.â
âNo, I can't stand seeing you like this, you look like a slut,â she commented with an unpleasant tone, pulling you even harder.
âDo I look like aâŠ?â you repeated with a trembling hand. âI'm not a slut.â
âI know, but,â Donna said, pulling you harder, managing to lift you up. âBut let me take that off, your skin is beautiful just the way it is.â
âNo, it's not,â you said with a nervous, abrupt voice, one that alerted the lady. âLeave me alone, Donna.â
âI just want to help you, (Y/N),â the brunette insisted, with her hands shaking too.
âI said no!â you shrieked, echoing off the old walls of the mansion, leaving the lady in black glued to the floor. âLeave me alone! If I look like a slut like this, then fine, I don't care! I like it! So leave me alone, Donna!â
You couldn't stand the tension any longer, it was too much. Knowing that Angie knew about your problems made your nerves difficult, almost impossible to control. You should have already known that it was a bad idea to yell at poor Donna, that it would trigger a terrible crisis, but it was too late to take it back.
âW-Why are you yelling at me?â she asked, frowning, blinking in confusion, slowly moving away. âD-Don't yell at me, pleaseâŠâ
âDonna, I'm, I'm sorry,â you said regretfully.
Donna's crises were usually random. They used to come out of nowhere, like a horrible curse. But they could also be triggered by anything, by a misinterpreted word, by a comment, by screams like yours, lacking sense.
When you realized your mistake, it was too late. The lady in black was breathing heavily, staring at the floor.
âDonna, honey, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to yell at you, I, I justâŠâ you stammered, putting your hands on her shoulders.
âYou don't love me...â she whispered, with a cold, dark look, one that pierced your aching heart. âYou don't love me!â
âWhat? No, honey, don't say that... It was just, it was just a mistake and... Donna, don't lose your mind, please,â you said nervously, seeing how madness took over her gaze irremediably.
âYou don't love me... You don't love me... Nobody loves me!â she screamed madly, pushing your hands away with a movement that caused more pain in your blows and an emerging fear in your nervous system.
âD-Donna, don't say that, I, I love youâŠâ you whispered, approaching cautiously, trying to escape from her spasmodic movements, seeing how little by little her presence generated an unknown fear in you.
âYouâre lying! Porca miseria!â she shrieked again, kicking the coffee table, knocking over the cups on it, breaking into a thousand pieces. âYou're a liarâŠâ
That last hiss made you step back scared. For the first time that crisis wasn't horrible memories, traumas from the past. You were the cause and you didn't know what the consequences could be, but your mind was already working on imagining them.
âI-I'm not lying,â you whispered in a weak, horrified tone, one that didn't calm the lady's nerves, who approached you angrily, grabbing you by the collar of your shirt.
âYou don't love me, I disgust youâŠâ she hissed, swinging you threateningly but suddenly letting go, holding her hair tightly, complaining of an invisible pain. âAh! No! Taci! Taci!â
Your eyes betrayed you. Her hands pulled at her hair as she shook her head. In a moment, her insane eye met yours, with a look that you mistook.
It wasn't the face of your beloved, of your girlfriend, of the woman who was the most important thing in your life. That bright rage in her eye belonged to your father, that alcoholic and deranged man. Fear rose through your body, paralyzing it, forcing it to only tremble in panic.
You began to run out of air, your heart was beating too fast. You were completely terrified.
â(Y/N)âŠâ Donna hissed, reaching out an arm towards you.
You, seeing your father raise his hand to hit you, pulled away from her grip, running desperately in search of a place to take refuge. Sanity immediately abandoned you and you could only feel panic and terror.
âDonât, don't hurt me!â you screamed while crying, while you took refuge in a nearby corner, covering your face defensively with your hands. âDon't hit me, please...â
The lady didn't answer but you could hear her saying things you didn't understand, fighting with herself. When that fight ended, you knew you would be next, that you would receive a well-deserved punishment for your insolence.
âPlease...â you begged, closing your eyes, bringing your knees to your chest, waiting for the strong blow that never came.
âDonna, Donna!â Angie's screams sounded blurry in your mind, but you could hear them. âBad Donna, stupid Donna! Oh, oh, eh, eh, don't do that, don't do that!â
âAngie...!â the lady screamed, crying inconsolably. âAngieâŠâ
âHey, hey, come on, it's all over, my Donna, nobody wants to hurt you, nobody insults you⊠I'm here with you⊠(Y/N) is⊠Where is she?â she finally asked.
â(Y/N)âŠâ Donna sighed, catching her breath with a scared voice. â(Y/N)?â
âDid you hurt her, silly Donna?â Angie asked, locating you immediately and running towards you. âBad, bad Donna!â
âW-WhatâŠ? N-NoâŠâ the lady stammered, with a much calmer voice.
Fortunately, the crises passed quickly, almost always due to your words, your hugs, or the infinite affection of her doll.
â(Y/N),â the lady sighed, crouching before you, gently pushing your hands away. âAmore mioâŠâ
âNo! No please! Don't hurt me, please!â you screamed, frantically, thrashing around in place and fighting her grip. âDonât hit me anymore!â
âDid you hit her?â Angie asked, crossing her arms.
âOf course I didnât, I donât think so,â she said, fighting against your spasms, against your illogical attempts to escape. â(Y/N), pleaseâŠâ
âI promise Iâll be good, father!â you screamed, even smelling the stale wine he was drinking. âDonât hit meâŠ!â
âFather?â Donna asked, letting your wrists go and forcing you to look at her.
Your face was covered in tears of terror that, unfortunately, took some of your makeup away.
â(Y/N), please react, itâs me⊠Tesoro, I would never hurt you, please look at me, lookâŠâ the lady stopped when her eye passed over your wounded cheek, making you blink in confusion as her hand caressed your wound. âMio DioâŠâ
âNoâŠâ you sighed, crying harder, without removing the softness of her hand from your wounded cheek, burning from the touch. âNoâŠâ
âWho didâŠ?â she asked with a broken voice, putting her hands on your shoulders. â(Y/N), look at me, who did this to you?â
âNobody,â you answered, burying your head between your legs again, pushing the brunette away with an unpleasant push. âNobody!â
âDonna, Donna, the shirt, lift the shirtâŠâ Angie whispered, pulling the dress, jumping slightly on the floor. âThe shirt, the shirt.â
âCosa?â she asked confused, kneeling on the floor and bringing her hand to your side, slowly lifting your clothes, gasping in horror when she noticed the horrible marks on your skin, the bruises, your wounds... â(Y/N)âŠâ
You didn't answer. You simply writhed in pain at her cautious touch, shaking your head.
â(Y/N)!â the enraged lady shrieked, abruptly lifting your chin. âLook at me!â
You, fearing retaliation, obeyed. Your face was torn by tears, but hers seemed serious, serene, far removed from the previous crisis.
âIt was them, wasn't it?â she asked in a dull, cold tone, with an intense look. âYour parents, they did this to you.â
âN-No, IâŠâ you stammered, shaking your head awkwardly.
âYou just confirmed it to me,â Donna sighed, taking one of your hands and caressing it gently. âGods, (Y/N), how long have you been like this?â
âS-Since I can remember,â you finally confessed. There was no more reason to keep lying. It was the moment of truth.
âMm,â she murmured, with apparent disinterest. âAngie, stay here with her. Don't, let her out of your sight, is that clear?â
âYes, ma'am,â the doll said, standing beside you, watching you cautiously.
âW-Where are you going?â you asked confused when you saw the woman stand up and shake off her dress, walking towards the drawer where she kept her veil. âDonna?â
âThis ends here and now, (Y/N),â she said in a dark voice, hiding her face. âThey won't hurt you again, ever again.â
Her voice betrayed her intentions, ones you noticed, ones that horrified you. You didn't know if it was false devotion or some kind of illness, but imagining your parents suffering Beneviento's wrath made your stomach turn, forcing you to get up and run after her.
âNo, Donna, wait!â you screamed, grabbing her arm tightly, something she prevented you from doing by moving in an unpleasant way.
âLasciami!â she shouted furiously, gently pushing you by the shoulders. âStay here, (Y/N)â
âN-No⊠What, what, what are you going to do?â you asked scared. âDonna, waitâŠâ
âStay here,â the lady repeated, opening the door of the mansion. âObey.â
âNo! You will kill them!â you screamed, making her miraculously stop and sigh, nodding slowly.
âYes, I'm going to kill them,â she said without remorse. âStay here.â
âNo, Donna, please no,â you said desperately, running back to her side, grabbing her by the waist. The lady in black protested again, using your blows to make you move away of your own free will. âDonât kill themâŠâ
âAre you asking me to let the one who hurts you live? Is that what youâre asking me!?â she screamed angrily, clenching her fists on either side of her hips.
âPlease,â you sobbed, unable to reason with her anger, with her desire for revenge. No, them dying wasnât justice, it couldnât be. You were better than them, and you knew it. âPlease, I beg youâŠâ
âNo, (Y/N),â she said, watching you kneel down, pathetically crawling towards her. âI have to protect you, otherwise, I wouldnât have the right to love you.â
âDonât do it, please, Donna, donât kill them⊠PleaseâŠâ you said, humiliating yourself even more, grabbing her legs so she couldnât take another step.
â(Y/N), stop⊠Ugh, cazzo, (Y/N)âŠâ the lady protested, kicking for you to let her go. âI won't let those beasts hurt you anymore.â
âPleaseâŠâ you sobbed again, letting yourself fall on the floor. âIf they die, I'll be like them⊠I don't want you⊠I don't want you to do something that horrible, please⊠Don't do itâŠâ you said with an even more pitiful sob.
Luckily, Donna closed the door with a sigh, lifting you off the floor and pressing you against her, letting the crying drown in her dress.
âNot you, please, Donna⊠I don't want you to be like themâŠâ you said against the fabric while her arms surrounded you lovingly. âPleaseâŠâ
âShhh, stop, (Y/N),â she whispered to you lovingly, in a different tone, pushing the veil away from her face and cupping yours in her hands. âItâs okayâŠâ
âDonnaâŠâ you sighed, grabbing the hands that held your wounded face. âDonna, Iâm, Iâm scaredâŠâ
âI know⊠I know, tesoro⊠But donât worry, itâs all over now,â she said, cradling you gently. âItâs all over now, amore mio⊠Youâre with me⊠And you always will beâŠâ
âI canât take it anymoreâŠâ
âYou wonât have to. You wonât go back to that house, (Y/N). Youâll stay with me, forever. Iâll protect you. No one will hurt you again, I promiseâŠâ
81 notes
·
View notes
Note
im under the assumption that requests are open, so uhmmmm
ahem-
can i request Aventurine giving Reader a hug or whatever physical affection, and Reader starts crying because of that? (Reader is crying because it's been a long time since they were last touched/held, and the thought of someone wanting to touch/hold them is very scary. even the sensation behind being touched/held is almost overstimulating, despite how badly they want to be held)
i know my request is, uh, oddly specific ?? hope that's ok with you tho đ§ââïž im one of the few dorks out there that is so touch-starved that i cry when it happens lol,,, it's not that i hate touch, my brain just can't register it.
âIf you hold me without hurting me, you'll be the first who ever didâ
Summary: After a long time without any physical affection, youâre overwhelmed when Aventurine gives you a comforting hug. The sensation is almost too much, and you break down, finally allowing yourself to be vulnerable. Aventurine reassures you with gentle words and a steady presence, letting you know heâs there for you whenever you need.
Tags: Aventurine x Reader, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Emotional Vulnerability, Reassurance, Established Relationship.
Warnings: Emotional Overwhelm, Touch Starvation, Reader Crying.
A/N: Donât worry, Rose! My requests are open, so feel free to drop yours whenever you like! ;) And donât worry, your requests arenât weird or anythingâactually, theyâre cute and wholesome. đ€§đ„ș I can also relate to the touch-starved feeling, though Iâm uncomfortable with people touching me without consent (trauma). Iâd be fine with holding hands or arms, though. :') Hope you enjoy this! And remember, you're valid! đđčđ« *Sending virtual hugs <33*
Sorry this uh rushed and I didn't edit it properly and got to your request late :')
The room was quiet, save for the soft murmur of the city outside. Aventurine led you in, his gentle hand resting on your back. You felt your pulse race as he guided you to sit on the sofa, his easy confidence steadying you as you took a shaky breath. Tonight, heâd traded his playful banter for a quieter presence. His usual grin softened, and his eyes were filled with something far more tender.
You sat beside him, hands twisting nervously in your lap, feeling that comforting warmth radiating off him. Despite how close he was, you couldnât shake the distance you felt from it, as if an invisible wall held you back. It was as though you were tethered to a feeling you couldnât escapeâsomething that had kept you from letting anyone close for so long.
âAre you alright?â Aventurineâs voice was low and gentle, his words laced with concern. He reached out, brushing a lock of hair behind your ear, the gesture simple, yet it felt like a landslide of emotion.
And then, without another word, he drew you into his arms, pulling you close against his chest. The sudden warmth, his touch, the feeling of his heart beating steadilyâit was too much. A wave of sensation hit you, so foreign yet so needed, and before you could stop yourself, tears blurred your vision.
You hadnât been held like this in so long, hadnât felt this kind of closeness. It scared you, left you trembling in his embrace as the ache in your chest spilled over into silent sobs. Every part of you was screaming that this was wrong, that you couldnât trust it, that you shouldnât let yourself need it so badly. Yet Aventurine held you tightly, his presence unwavering, silently urging you to let go.
âHey⊠youâre safe here,â he whispered, a hand rubbing slow circles along your back. âIâve got you.â
You felt his hand press against your back, steady and comforting, grounding you with each small touch. His other hand cupped the back of your head, cradling you as though you were the most fragile thing in the world. His words, low and close to your ear, were soft promises that left no room for doubt.
The tears came harder, and you pressed your face into his shoulder, feeling the fabric of his coat against your cheek. You clung to him, fingers clutching the back of his shirt as though he might disappear if you let go. Every part of you felt exposed, vulnerable in a way that was terrifying, yet liberating.
âIâm sorry...â you managed, voice muffled against him.
âFor what?â He shifted slightly, pulling back just enough to look at you. His eyes, usually playful and glinting with mischief, were filled with nothing but understanding and warmth. âThereâs nothing to apologize for.â
Your words choked up, and you simply shook your head, a fresh wave of tears welling up. You couldnât explain it; it was too raw, too deeply ingrained in every wall youâd ever built around yourself. But Aventurine seemed to understand. He stayed, hands gently brushing up and down your back, thumb tracing soothing circles along your shoulder.
And in that moment, for the first time in ages, you felt safe. The warmth, the steadiness of his heartbeat, the quiet strength in his holdâit reminded you that maybe it was okay to let yourself be held, to be cared for, even if it was overwhelming. His hand found yours, fingers entwining, grounding you in the here and now.
âWhenever you need this,â he murmured, his voice steady and filled with reassurance, âIâm here. And Iâm not going anywhere.â
The promise lingered in the quiet, like a lifeline you hadnât realized youâd been waiting for. You let yourself lean into him, allowing the tears to finally fall as he held you, the world slipping away until it was just the two of you, wrapped in warmth, safety, and an unspoken promise of more moments like thisâof a love that was patient enough to wait.
This is so Aventurine đȘđ
#honkai star rail#hsr#x reader#honkai star rail x reader#hsr x reader#hsr aventurine#aventurine x reader#aventurine x you#hsr aventurine x reader#fluff#hurt/comfort#emotional vulnerability#reassurance#established relationship#emotional overwhelm#touch starved#reader crying
78 notes
·
View notes
Text
Only Friends: Sand's crushing reality 'It's never about me'
I've noticed a lot of comments wishing Sand could be open about his feelings for Ray. Though that's a fair assessment and would save us a tonne of agony, I've attempted to delve into why this isn't so simple.
The Weight of Dignity & Mutual Respect
Sand comes across as someone who highly values dignity. Everyone deserves to be treated with due respect, and this is seen through how he interacts with others. Sand gets upset when someone questions his integrity, such as when Ray insinuates him to be a thief or questions him for bootlegging alcohol. He gets angry when someone tries to hurt Ray whilst his back is turned. Sand lives his life by an honourable and respectful philosophy, and the least he expects is for others to treat him the same way.
Therefore it's understandable that he hates being treated like a fool (whether that's being taken advantage of, humiliated or subjected to unwarranted judgement).
Ray has consistently maintained that he doesn't see Sand as a boyfriend. Said so himself, repeatedly. (Despite his actions indicating otherwise but that's another post in itself). So if Sand were to reveal his feelings, when he has no definitive confirmation that Ray is taking any of this seriously, he's going to risk feeling incredibly exposed and ridiculous. One of the reasons why rejection is so painful is due to the shame that comes with it. A hit of crippling inadequacy and embarrassment. Being confronted with: 'You're not good enough for me. You don't meet my standards. You're not what I want'.
Sand has probably had to experience a fair amount of falling short. To be lesser than, but largely due to means outside his control. He's been able to rise above those things. However, with Ray, he's not comfortable being in a position where he may be stripped of his dignity.
Boston being the one who dropped the bombshell is what made Sand feel incredibly stupid. For not knowing. For not being told. Which was arguably 100% times worse than hearing it from Ray himself. To be treated with respect is hoping someone will see you as an equal. Regardless of whether they are more than friends - even just between friends, Ray has never alluded to this. (To be fair, he may have been close, but now we'll never know). In that moment, it dawns on Sand how little he knows of Ray.
My belief is that if he were aware of Ray still being in love with Mew, he wouldn't make a move. Because that wouldn't be the honourable or respectful thing to do. So heâs been led to indulge in a fantasy that was never going to materialise. He wasn't in the loop. No one clued him in. He's not been treated equal. He feels like the butt of a bad joke. How could he possibly open up to Ray after that?
The 'Brave Face' of a Caretaker
Sand is a man defined by responsibility. Due to having only one parent in his life, he's learnt to be his mother's rock; resilient and steadfast. The sacrifice of having a caretaker mentality is that your own wellbeing is often an afterthought. How frequently do these types of people in our lives get asked how they feel. How are they doing? They're so busy taking care of everyone else or taking care of 'business', that no one ever thinks to ask. Their cries for help are much quieter, much less obvious and go undetected.
Though Sand is not the best at hiding it, he'll quickly distract others from his own disappointment, upset and hurt for the sake of greater harmony or in consideration of someone else's feelings. 'It's not about me', he seems to remind himself. 'I've got to keep it together. I've got be strong. There's a lot resting on me'.
Caretakers need others to take notice of them. To see past their seemingly infallible façade. They need others to initiate care and concern because they wonât put themselves first. Though Sand's mother evidently adores him, heâs clearly established a dynamic where he takes care of her. So who takes care of Sand? No one. He's on his own. He has no choice but to suck it up when things get tough and move forward as best he can. Life isn't going to stop for him.
Though hugely rattled, Sand immediately diffuses the fight. No questions, no demands that Ray explain himself. Heâs still protective of Ray. No matter what happens, he comes second.
The Fault is Yours
Sand really desires someone to see him as 'special', as extraordinary. His life often revolves around others, so if heâs someone elseâs priority, that will be a sign. This is why Sand was so affected by Ray passing him up for someone else - he felt expendable.
The gut-wrenching thing about Sand is he doesn't target blame onto others. He doesn't resent his father (who has no idea of his existence). He doesn't resent his mother (who wasn't able to give him a good start in life). He doesn't even resent Ray when he finds out about Mew (because Ray knew Mew first). Instead Sand internalises hardship as a reflection on himself. The reason why Ray can't see him as a boyfriend must be a product of his own shortcomings. Perhaps he's unworthy of someone like Ray to begin with. Boston makes a passing comment that men with Ray's looks and wealth are hard to come by. Sand doesn't need to be reminded that Ray has options. Access to more options besides him.
Things were never handed to Sand on a silver platter, and so he isn't one to assume anything. Don't assume Ray's feelings even if you have a hunch. Don't assume that Ray will fight for you. Don't assume that when push comes to shove, Ray will choose you. Because who are you to assume those things?
It's one thing to be told you can't have something. But it's another to feel like you don't deserve something. As if you never had the right. Never had a chance.
The fault is yours for thinking you did.
Because you're simply not that special.
(Note: So I'm going to need to see a situation where Ray takes care of Sand please. The boy needs it. He needs someone to fight for him for a change. Bear in mind this is just an analysis of what Sand may be feeling. A lot of these assumptions are untrue as Ray does care. But Sand doesn't know what to think anymore.)
#only friends#only friends the series#ofts#only friends meta#ray x sand#sand x ray#sand#firstkhao#khaofirst#first kanaphan#khaotung thanawat#protect him please#god sand absolutely broke my heart this episode#he needs a hug#sand really doesn't have anyone to lean on#he carries so much on his own shoulders
449 notes
·
View notes