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yarrystyleeza · 1 year ago

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Congratulations on the milestone, friend!!! 🎉🎉 I’m so excited for you! 💖

So for your sleepover event I’d like to send in a request for someone that is probably NOT expected from me. Can I please get some fluff for one of my other absolute loves Daryl Dixon? Maybe something fluffy about being unable to fall asleep? Possibly something with a love confession? Whatever feels right for you I'd be excited to read! I miss my crossbow wielding love 😭❤

Thank you so much, Bella! This was definitely a milestone, and it wouldn't have been possible without you, thank you again! 🥰💞

And as for the request, I had such a fun time writing it, I missed Daryl so much and your request brought back so many memories 🥺💞💞💞

Night Birds (D.D)

Requested by @bellaxgiornata

Pairing and dynamic: Daryl Dixon x female!reader — friends to lovers

Prompt: fluff, one bed trope, unable to fall asleep, love confession

Word count: 2.2k!

Writer's note: this took me a while to write, not just because I haven't written anything for Daryl in more than 3 years, but the story building wasn't easy, and I just hope it's enjoyable and fun. Also, this lil fic is heavily inspired by Panic! At The Disco's out of the Vault "night birds", unfortunately it was taken down from YouTube due to copyright issues but here's a snippet of it on twt

"shit." you muttered under your breath, looking at the one bed at the end of the cabin, you squeezed your eyes shut and pinched the bridge of your nose. You and Daryl left Alexandria and went scavenging this morning, but your journey took way longer than expected and it was dangerous for you to take the road back home in this wintery night.

You twisted your lips in a thoughtful pout, Daryl soon notices that after he had locked the cabin door. "what?" he narrows his blue eyes as he asks, "it's a..." you gesture in the direction of the bed, "oh." he commented..

The two of you stood in place—silently for a full minute before Daryl makes a suggestion. "I can sleep on the floor--" immediately, you shook your head in disapproval, "no, Daryl, it's too cold and you might get sick," you fired back, "but I don' think that thin' can hold us up together, y'know," Daryl objected, "a bed is still a bed, even though it looks old, and rusty, and small... and a little crooked..." you gesture at the odd position the bed was in, tilting your head to try to find any correct angle in this bed.

Daryl stood silent for a moment to recollect his thoughts and you eyed him patiently, he eyed you a little before speaking, you cross your arms, pout your lips and knit your brows, waiting for him to drop the bomb of a thought because you knew what he's about to say now.

"there's another cabin down the road, 15 minute walk from here..." you rolled your eyes with a very loud objective groan, uncrossing your arms, "of course no, Daryl," he mirrored your eye roll, "don't even ask why, you know why, we need to always stick together, like— how am I supposed to make sure you're okay?" you interrupted before he could defend his suggestion, "we have our walkie-talkies--" he shrugged, "we don't," you whispered and he grimaced immediately, "what d'ya mean?" his brows got knitted, you smiled your teeth out.

"I thought it was a quick trip so I thought we didn't really need them..." you twisted your fingers as you answered with a low voice.

You lied about that, you actually brought the devices and you hid them in your backpack, you just wanted him to stay with you.

You've known Daryl for a really long time, you met back at Hershel's farm. You were a lone survivor and you happen to stumble upon Daryl in the woods. You needed a shelter and Hershel's family home provided this for you and in exchange, you helped them on their search for Sophia. Unfortunately it didn't go as intended, and everyone had to face the ugly truth about her death.

But during the search—Daryl accidentally got shot by Andrea and you offered to stay and take care of him—since everyone else was busy; and you found peace in his presence. That was the day you became true friends, inseparable friends.

Wherever Daryl was, you were with him. You were always together on missions, and whenever Rick talked about a scavenging mission you were the first one signing up the moment you know Daryl was on it too. You couldn't truly connect with other members in the group, you were shy and had troubles bonding with a big group of people, but you were always nice to them.

But, Daryl holds a special place in your heart, and you could never deny that. You were two lone wolves who found a little peace of mind together.

Now, you can see how frustrated he is, the look of both anger and worry are soaking his gentle features. "I'm sorry, Daryl," you muttered softly between your teeth, he shrugged, "forget 'bout it, pet."

You took your backpack off your shoulder and placed it by the end of the bed, you kicked your shoes off and slipped out of your heavy winter jacket. You fluff your hair and gently you lie down the mattress and your body sinks in. You were exhausted.

You watch Daryl as he makes his way to the bed, his expression is a little unsure of his actions and it was confusing, you rarely saw that face of him, he's nervous, silent and red. Daryl slowly sits on the edge of the bed, he lies down on your left side and you feel how timid he is.

"goodnight, Daryl," you lie on your back and you fix your eyes on the ceiling, he shifts a little, mirroring your pose but his hands are behind his head, his leather covered elbow brushes your cheek softly. "goodnight, pet," Daryl gently replies.

And you stay like that for hours, both facing the ceiling, you start counting the cracks in the wooden surfaces and they're twenty one, you want to pull your eyes out of their sockets to force yourself to sleep but you can't, the clock hanging on the wall had long died, you feel like a nocturnal animal who's unable to close its eyes but feeling drunk and paralyzed, you're too aware of how loud your heart is pumping tonight, you can feel every particle of dust falling onto your skin, and your breathing is so audible that you feel it ringing in your ears, it's uncomfortable and overwhelming.

Your eyes glance to the side and you notice how silent Daryl is, but he wasn't asleep either. "you can't sleep, right?" you mumble, your eyes are back on the ceiling, recounting the clefts, did their number increase?

"nah, and I guess you aren'..." he replies with the same calm tone, still looking up. "do you remember that night—back at Hershel's farm when neither of us was able to fall asleep?" you try to remind him.

The night Daryl got shot, you drank a huge amount of coffee in order to stay awake and take care of him, it was a terrible decision, because you spent the night and the next morning—shaking in weakness. And Daryl was in so much pain he couldn't close his eyes either but kept lying to you—telling you it feels more like a scratch. You kept hearing him groaning quietly and you kept petting his head to try and make his focus shift to the movement of your fingers in his hair. It was a very exhausting night but you woke up collapsed over Daryl as you had sat beside him on the edge of the bed.

"I get the same vibes here," your heart beats faster, you have no idea why you're nervous but you are. "us getting stuck together and having to deal with each other," you chuckle a little as you recall the events, "you were so pissed about me following you everywhere but then you got shot and I had to stay the night and take care of you," you keep on talking, almost feeling like you're talking to yourself. Daryl was silent, it was a little heartbreaking that he had no reaction to it.

"jeez, sorry for giving you a headache--" you sigh, tears almost stray out of your heavy eyelids, "at all, pet, I love listening to ya talkin' bout anythin'," he cuts you off, you feel his weight shifting next to you, you glance to the side and you see his blue eyes shining back at you in the dim light.

"I thought you were annoying at first but, I can't lie to ya, turns out you never were, pet," you giggle at his affirmation, "maybe because I'm a little too loud to you," you admit, your energies might have never matched but you still found harmony within it.

You remember the day you got kidnapped by Merle back at Woodbury, Daryl came over with the group to rescue you, Maggie, and Glenn. You were never able to remember anything about that event, never recalled how many hours or days you were gone but there was only one thing you remember for sure, Daryl ran up to you the moment he saw you and hugged you tight—almost crushing you in his arms. Something in you changed and you felt attracted and more attached to him. The worry in his blue orbs, and his tight hug still burns your skin.

Then the day everything fell apart and you had to flee the prison. You were introduced to the overprotective side of Daryl, he never left your side since then, and you always found yourself safe in his presence.

You never wanted to be away from him, and you hated the fact that you got separated when you first arrived to Alexandria, you were so mad that you picked up a fight with him intentionally so he could spend more time talking to you. You felt torn apart whenever he had to leave for a scavenging mission without you, and you couldn't stand any lady trying to hit on him.

The realization hits you hard... You've been in love with Daryl for longer than you can imagine.

"you look tired, pet, you need t' sleep," you almost chuckle at his words, "wish I could but I can't," you mumble. He half sits on the bed, "c'mere, pet," you look up at him, his arms are open wide for you, your heart twists in your chest as you try to make up your mind. You give up and place your head over his chest, his heart pumping next to your ear, his fingers delicately slip through your hair and he gently moves his tips on your scalp in circular motions, your eyes flutter shut and you snuggle your face into him.

His movement misses around with your heartbeat, poor little thing is thundering in your chest. You truly can't live without him.

"I care so much 'bout you, pet," your heart dropped, could this mean that you weren't the only one feeling it? You weren't so sure about it yet, but you decided you should let him finish his words.

But then his hand travels down, leaving your hair, his palm cups your cheek and his thumb fondles your blushed skin. "I care— so much 'boucha that I never think of anythin' else except for ya," you shift your head to look up at him and you find him staring back down at you.

You couldn't help but lift your head off his chest to sit straight and look directly at him in disbelief, he's astonished by your reaction and you see him lowering his eyes to his now tangled fingers. "I shouldn't 've talked about it, 'm sorry," he mumbles and you shift closer to him.

You don't quite know how you did it, but you aimed a kiss to his lips and he is taken by surprise. The very first time you've ever put your lips on him feels so unique, but you're to scared to indulge in the feeling. You part away from him, his face is unreadable, he turned pale white. Realizing what you just did. Did he actually feel anything for you? Does he even like you back? Was this the right thing to do? Or did you misunderstood the whole situation? You had no answers for those questions.

You're overthinking it a lot that you don't notice him moving closer to you, cupping your cheeks and drawing you into a kiss. Your shoulders fall and your hands envelope the back of his neck, gently tugging onto his long locks. His hands round your waist and you could feel the smile on his lips, he draws you over to his lap and he hugs you tight as the kiss continues.

He kisses you sweetly, and you only melt more into him, fumbling his face with the tips of your fingers, feeling the soft stubble on his cheeks. His hands go back over your cheeks and he's softly caressing them, tucking your hair behind your ears and you feel his lips stretching once again.

Daryl slowly pulls away from you, he's shy, he's nervous, he's flustered, and surely he's shaking but his smile is so big that you could barely see his ocean blue eyes. "so sorry I didn't mean to scare you, I was just—" you say and he giggles at you, "gosh, I love you, Daryl," you chuckle, the small of your hands are still enveloping his cheeks, "I love you too, pet, always did," Daryl slowly pulls you back into another kiss, you both smile as you sip on the uniquely sweet flavor you two created.

"think you can get some sleep now, angel?" Daryl murmured while your lips are still locked upon each other, you nodded with a slight chuckle, "alright, lemme tuck you in, lil' one," you slip from over his lap and he shuffles back to his place, taking you in his arms and resting your head onto his chest, playfully messing with your hair, you round his waist with your leg and snuggle into his chest, he keeps peppering your temple with little pecks until you both fell asleep.

Daryl wakes up early and he gently pulls himself from under you—in fear of disturbing your deep sleep, he gets up and makes his way to the little dining table where he had placed his bag, he scavenges through it for food but he finds nothing.

Daryl tries his luck with your backpack and searches through it, and that's where he finds the walkie-talkies you hid all day long... And you had witnessed his finding yourself.

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thefiery-phoenix · 7 months ago

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Do you do a/b/o? If yes, can you do platonic yandere avengers where the reader is an alpha but the avengers don't really acknowledge that and treat them like a fragile thing

Sure, I haven't really written for the A/b/o dynamic that often so forgive me if my writing might seem a bit rusty here

Everyone born in the world had to adhere to the rules and norms of society, based on the divisions and the hierarchy of being an alpha, a beta or an omega. Your mother was an omega and your father was an alpha, you were thankful that your father wasn't one of those toxic alphas that mistreated their partner. You frankly couldn't really care less about what you were, as long as you got to lead your life on your own terms. Unfortunately you were a late bloomer and it was still undecided what you were, your parents were somewhat worried about you but you were taking it easy. You felt like you had everything under control, even after you joined the Avengers which was saying something till the day finally arrived when your scent started acting up without your knowledge

Of course, you liked the Avengers and considered them your family, but it annoyed you whenever they'd baby you and infantilize you like you couldn't do something by yourself. You're rarely ever allowed to go on missions without someone keeping an eye out for you and even then, you're just handling things from being safely inside the Quinjet which does make you grumpy at times since you're not getting that thrill and excitement of being in a fight despite your powers and skills. Every time you'd complain about it, Steve would just smile at you like you said something adorable and Bucky and Natasha would have amused smirks playing on their faces while Tony openly snickers at your frustration and pats your head and coos at you in a slightly patronizing manner that you're too young for such things. Bruce can understand your frustrations but he has to agree with them, you were pretty young and it was still undecided WHAT you were, if your phermones started acting up during a fight or a battle people could take advantage of it which was something NONE of them wanted happening

What you thought to be a regular day for you turned out to be a day that changed the course of your life completely. You were in the Quinjet as usual and while Steve, Bucky, Natasha and Clint and Tony were busy fighting against the HYDRA agents outside, some of them managed to sneak inside the Quinjet, however before you were about to attack and fight to stand your ground, you felt a strange sensation inside your gut. You tried to ignore the feeling but it just continued to grow stronger to the point where you could barely even stand properly. Your face turned pale and beads of sweat started forming on your head as the room was filled with the scent of a lingering burning odor in the atmosphere. Bruce was with you and he instantly knew you were going through the process of finding out your identity and could make out that you were an Alpha from your scent

"Well, we have an Alpha on our hands here boys...we could use someone like you'' said one of the HYDRA agents with a nasty smirk on his face and tried to tranquilize you before Wanda used her magic on them and blasted them away from your range. The mission was quickly aborted since their main priority was to ensure that you got back to the compound so you could get the help that you needed. You were clutching your abdomen in pain as your scent kept growing stronger and your face started looking flushed and you could feel like your temperate soared, like you had a fever and you didn't know why but you had a sudden balloon of pent up rage and anger growing inside you while you squirmed around in discomfort. Natasha stroked your hair with a sympathetic look on her face and Wanda tried to use her magic to ease your mind from the pain and discomfort

After you reached the compound, Bruce ran a few tests for you and handed you some medicine and it was soon an established fact that you were indeed, an Alpha. Most of them were frankly quite surprised at the news when they heard that you were an Alpha since you didn't really come off an Alpha to them. They still saw you as their precious little angel that needed protection and guidance nonetheless, if anything it just increased their possessiveness and obsessive levels of protecting you even more. Being an Alpha means that you now have quite the bounty on your head, there were plenty of dangers you'd be exposed to which was why they'll all take extra steps and measures to keep you safe like Tony asking JARVIS you don't leave the tower without their permission and giving them access to all your social media activities and whatnot

They don't really care about how strong you are anymore, they see you as someone they need to protect. You're a little thing that doesn't know the ways of the world, let them keep you safe. It's dangerous outside anyways, so you won't really be allowed to leave the compound anymore. And even if you do, Steve, Bucky and Natasha will always accompany you while Clint is ready on standby as a backup in case someone gets too close for their liking to give them a 'little warning' with his arrows.

You'll most definitely be spoiled rotten with the avengers since they tend to baby you A LOT! And unfortunately for you, that also means no doing dangerous stuff and no going on missions with them or even entering the kitchen for that matter since who knows WHAT sort of dangerous items you could injure yourself with there

They're like your very own personal body guards and they've all formed a schedule who gets to spend time with you on what days and everything. Sometimes it even ends up in fights since they ALL want to spend time with you lol, but be glad that another Civil War doesn't take place. They'll cuddle you and you'll be suffocated with their presence that it might be a bit overwhelming for you at times but hey, on the bright side no one would ever mess with you again. As suffocating and smothering their presence might be for you, they just want what's best for you. There's no reason for you to burden yourself with the nonsense happening around the world, and do you really need to see your parents? They can't keep you safe like the avengers do so...your new home is with them and they have no intention of ever letting you have your old life back. But it's all for your own good in the end and they hope you'll get to see how much they love you one fine day

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vivalas-vega · 8 months ago

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match // new perspectives universe // jake 'hangman' seresin x reader

heyooo - i'm back from the dead - it's been a while since we've seen these two and for this one we're going back in time !! this is kind of a rewrite of something that’s already happened in the main chapters 🤭 i haven't written jake and jupiter in what feels like forever so this feels rusty to me lol but hopefully you enjoy!

match // new perspectives universe // jake 'hangman' seresin x reader

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part of my new perspectives series !! it will make a lot more sense if you're caught up on these two:

prologue - one - two - three - four - five - six - seven - eight - nine

word count: 4.8k

warnings: language, mention of alcohol, college/med school/residency inaccuracies (I didn't go to college and it shows lol any and all knowledge on any of this comes from tiktok or greys anatomy)

Sitting at your vanity (if you could even call a plastic set of drawers with a handheld mirror duct taped to the back a vanity) you briefly thought to yourself that you should be excited… and you were, for the most part. Today was one of those days that marked the start of a new chapter. You’d been lucky (or unlucky, depending on how you looked at it) to have had a few of these already… first opening your acceptance letter into college, then med school, and now you were getting ready to find out where you had been matched for residency.

The excitement and nerves you were feeling were subdued because really the only thing you could focus on was the fact that the only person you wanted here wasn’t… and you didn’t know where he was. He could have been on a ship halfway across the world or at a base a handful of hours away but in the end it didn’t really matter much… he wasn’t here, and that was just part of the deal. You knew what this was long before it got to this point, and that point was only accentuated by the floppy haired boy walking into your dorm just as you stood from your spot in front of the window to change.

“Well, don’t you just look darling,” he teased and on another day you might have laughed… struck a pose and had a witty comeback, something about ratty college tees and soffe shorts being on all the runways these days, but it wasn’t another day. It was today and your future was hinging on something written in an envelope waiting for you across campus and this boy wasn’t the one you wanted teasing you today.

You undressed and stood with your back to him, a silent request for him to help zip your dress and he obliged just as quietly. There was an expiration date on you and Matt, this much you knew… but the way his fingers trailed down your arm and the lingering question he’d been asking all month told you he wasn’t on the same page. He had a vision for his life, one that very much included you and perhaps you felt a little guilty for continuing to keep him in your orbit but the more logical part of you reminded you that the vision you had for your life had been set in stone long before he showed up. He saw residency right here in California, with you by his side. He saw you switching your area of focus to general medicine, something less demanding to create room for starting a family, something you’d do within the next few years. You hadn’t had the heart yet to tell him that sounded like your own personal hell.

Your vision was Boston, in a cutthroat surgical residency program before moving on to whatever hospital offered the best fellowship for your chosen specialty… that was the one area of your life you’d yet to nail down. Most of your peers pursuing the surgical route knew what they wanted to focus on, some vying for cardio or neuro, others trauma or general but not you. That was the one thing you were leaving up to fate, deciding to instead let yourself make that decision a few years into residency… and if that fellowship happened to come along where the boy you missed more than anything was stationed? Well, you wouldn’t be one to complain. The vision didn’t include Matt, it never did.

And so, as you turned to face him with a tight smile you wanted more than anything to tell him this was over, that it would be best to head into residency as individuals but then you saw that look on his face and you couldn’t do it right now… not right before finding out whether or not you were getting everything you’d spent the last eight years working towards (seven for you, but you wouldn’t point that out to him anymore than you already had). You’d wait until after, even if that meant walking into the ceremony with someone you had already decided you wouldn’t be seeing after today.

“Hey, did you guys get settled okay?” you asked your parents as you set your bag down on the table and exchanged quick hugs. You’d already seen them this morning when they’d arrived and they’d decided to give you a little space to get ready.

“Your mother has taken photos of about a dozen things at the hotel, taking notes for our upcoming remodel which… I was just informed of this morning,” your dad said and you laughed. Matt said his hellos before going off to find his own parents and you rolled your eyes at the look your dad fixed you with. “He’s still around?”

“Oh hush,” you replied. Your purse started ringing and you fished around lip gloss and old flashcards to find your phone, immediately feeling more settled at the voice on the other end.

“Hey you,” Jake said and you actually let out a sigh of relief. “How are you feeling?”

“Oh me? You know, cool as a cucumber. Not freaking out at all,” you answered with a small laugh and he just chuckled.

“Of course not, not like there’s anything big going on today.”

“Definitely not, just a normal day around here,” you said.

“I just wanted to call and tell you to breathe, because you forget to do that sometimes-”

“I do not-”

“Yes you do, and to remind you that no matter where you end up you’re going to be just fine.”

“Thank you,” you said softly. “I know you can’t say where you are but I hope you’re flying safe today,” you added.

“Always do, sweetheart. I’ll call you tonight, yeah?”

“You better.” you said with a smile as you hung up and put your phone on silent just as the announcer gave the two minute warning. You could practically feel the rising tension in the room, a mix of nervous excitement and pure dread. So many fates contained within tiny envelopes and as you picked yours up you found the whole notion of this rather silly. You felt bad for anyone who got news they didn’t want today, having to find out in a room full of people celebrating and you prayed to a god you weren’t sure you even believed in you wouldn’t be one of them.

“I think I’m going to, uh…” you started, looking at your parents and then back at the envelope in your hand. “I’m going to just take a minute and open it myself, if that’s okay?” you asked hesitantly and they nodded.

“Whatever you want, honey,” your mom replied and you turned around as the announcer told everyone to open them. You took a deep breath, because you did forget to breathe in times of stress, and with shaking hands practically ripped the envelope apart to pull out a folded piece of paper… a piece of paper that you hoped contained two specific words.

Massachusetts General.

Your shaking hands persisted as you read and reread what was right in front of you. Massachusetts General. You blinked and read again, did it really say that? Massachusetts General.

“Oh my god-” you started as you turned around to show your parents with the paper facing outwards but they were gone. Really they’d only stepped a few feet to the side but they, and everyone else in the room, may as well have disappeared because all you could focus on was him, standing right there in front of you in his dress whites looking so proud as he read the words in your hands that quickly fell to the floor in shock. “Jake?” you asked so quietly, your mind still not catching up but it didn’t matter, in an instant you were launching yourself at him and he caught you with ease as you wrapped around him.

“Hey you,” he repeated his words from just a few minutes ago on the phone and you let out a sound that was mixed with a laugh and a sob as you clung to him. “You did it, I knew you would.”

“What the hell are you doing here?” you asked as you pulled away slightly to look down at him and he just beamed up at you.

“You didn’t really think I’d miss this, did you?” he replied and you just smiled, but it was quickly wiped away as you heard someone clear their throat behind you and you didn’t need to look to know who it was as you slid down Jake’s body to the floor and turned to see Matt, who was looking at the pair of you skeptically.

“Jake’s here,” he said, trying to muster some kind of enthusiasm but it fell flat, “yay.” You stifled a chuckle as you looked at him expectantly, “I matched here, what about you?” You knew what was coming as you took the paper your dad held out for you and Matt nodded softly when he read it. “I thought we talked about staying here for residency?” You didn’t miss the way Jake scoffed behind you, clearly disgusted that that was the first thing out of his mouth.

“You talked about it, Matt… I was always clear about my goals.” you said firmly. “But this is what we’ve both been working for. Congratulations, really,” you said, wrapping him in a tight but quick hug. “Go, celebrate with your family. I’ll see you at the party later.” you finished, nudging him off and when you turned around Jake was giving you the most unimpressed look.

“Don’t even, I will not be seeing him at the party later, if you must know.”

“Is that so?” he asked with a smirk and you rolled your eyes as he chuckled.

“Congratulations, sweetheart,” your mom said, pulling you in for a hug.

“We’re so proud of you,” your dad added, pressing a kiss to the top of your head and you went to respond, to thank them for everything they’ve done for you but they didn’t give you the chance. “Go celebrate and spend time together, and have fun at the party tonight.”

“What? No, you guys flew all this way… I thought we could go out for dinner-”

“Hush, you two have some catching up to do,” your mom replied. “Besides, I think whatever celebrations you get up to tonight are best kept from us,” she added with a knowing smile and you tried to fight your own.

“We’ll do breakfast, just the four of us like old times… but we won’t wake you too early,” your dad said and you watched as Jake gave them hugs before they slipped away.

When they left he turned to look at you, all pride and adoration, and you flushed under his gaze as you gave him a look that said what? “You fucking did it, Jupiter.”

“I fucking did it,” you replied, your laughter bright and uncontrollable as he lifted you from the ground and spun you around.

“How’d he take it?” Jake asked as you entered your dorm, and you chuckled as you took him in, sprawled out across your bed, one leg hanging off the side because he simply didn’t fit.

“About as well as could be expected,” you said and he laughed as he sat up.

“So… not well at all?” He laughed again when you nodded. “Tell me about this party we’re going to.”

“It’s pretty standard, I expect things will go as they always do with a campus party… just a little more celebratory with a slight drinking to numb the pain vibe from some.”

He nodded, “all your friends got what they were hoping for?”

“For the most part… a few didn’t get exactly what they wanted but that’s kind of how it goes… matching is about a little bit of hard work and a shit ton of luck.”

“So, I’m guessing dress whites aren’t the vibe for tonight?” he asked, watching as you discarded your jewelry onto your desk and you chuckled as you turned and walked towards him, stopping in between his legs.

“Not at all,” you said with a shake of your head and you laughed again as he pouted and rested his hands on the backs of your thighs. “But they were a nice touch, you look very official and handsome,” you added on, hoping to turn his frown upside down.

And you did, he looked up at you with that same look he’d given you in the event hall. “I know you know this, but I really am so fucking proud of you, J,” he said and you softly smiled, feeling crimson creep onto your cheeks and you quickly diverted, trying to break some of the intimacy of the moment by pulling the hat from his head and plopping it on your own.

“Well, you should be, cowboy,” you said, stepping back and grabbing two beers from the mini fridge that doubled as a nightstand, handing one to him and he looked at you expectantly as you both cracked them open. “Because your best friend got into the fucking brig,” you said as you clinked the cans together and he let out a few cheers before taking a generous gulp.

He stayed by your side as you got ready together, only engaging in a few quarrels due to the lack of space that only got smaller when your roommate Katie showed up, and you couldn’t help your amusement as the two of them got on each other's last nerves. Their relationship was very akin to that of siblings, they’d scream at each other through the phone on facetimes when the other was pulling too much of your attention and on the rare visits Jake managed she’d spend the whole trip pouting about how no one else existed when he was here.

“Are we not going to this party together, Katie?” you said, interrupting her latest spiel about Jake’s evilness, as she put it, and she held her hands up in surrender as you laughed. She put on a good show but you knew she liked having Jake around, it meant she got to see more of her favorite version of you… party Jupiter. And party Jupiter was in full effect as you strolled down the street lined with fraternity houses. The parties you attended these days were typically on the other side of campus and not quite as rowdy, you couldn’t even remember the last time you’d been down here but it had been negotiated that the frats held parties for the med students this year, to give you all one more truly college party before everyone went their separate ways into a new journey of adulthood.

“You’ve been here before, right?” you asked Jake as you watched him mix you a drink and he nodded.

“Mmhm, your third year of undergrad,” he answered and you snorted.

“Oh god, yeah,” you briefly reminisced on that party, one with no cause, and the shocked look on Jake’s face most of the night. As it turned out, you had actually been understating just how much Stanford kids like to party that day on the phone all those years ago. You mingled with Jake in tow, socializing with friends you hadn’t seen since the beginning of the year to due rotations and interviews across the country, and really emphasizing the fact that you wouldn’t see each other for a number of years after tonight in your drunken states much to Jake’s amusement.

You weren’t much of an emotional drunk but that didn’t seem to be the case tonight… Probably something about the finality of it all, going from college to med school didn’t seem like a huge transition for you because you stayed in the same place, but this was different. After graduation next week you’d be packing up and moving across the country, to somewhere that couldn’t be more different than where you were, and you would officially be a doctor.

Jake watched as you let loose, cackling with friends about professors or that one time you stole a dozen mice because you couldn’t bear the thought of them being used for research (and you maintained that you’d been in the right each time it was brought up). The last time he’d come to visit you’d been so entrenched in your coursework he actually became worried, watching you study for hours on end from your bed as he realized this is what your life was. You’d always done a good job at completing everything before he arrived so you could focus on the fun but that visit just wasn’t the case… There were exams to prep for and applications to be sent out and interviews to be scheduled, and all he could do was half-heartedly read a book he’d plucked from your shelf about internal medicine and force you to come up for air every now and again.

But this time was completely different, there was nothing to worry about because you were done. You’d gotten to the end of your journey here at Stanford and were in that blissful reprieve period where there truly was nothing to fret over, and it simultaneously warmed Jake’s heart and broke it to see. On one hand, you were finally getting a true break after years of achingly hard work… but on the other that break would only last a few days before you went into a tizzy packing to move cross country and start your residency. He knew you were happy, and that you would be happy in Boston but he also knew things were only about to get harder, and that a few days of true relief weren’t enough.

Granted, this wasn’t how you felt, despite the fact that as you downed your drink and chatted with Katie about her upcoming move to Nashville you had no idea this was going through his head… you felt nothing but joy knowing that you got to spend the next few days with Jake before diving into your future. Residency is what you feel you’d waited your whole life for. You did the hard stuff, you laid the foundation and stuffed your nose in a book for years and now you were finally going to be able to do.

“I think I might actually miss these parties,” you said as you sat down by the edge of the pool with a sigh, unclasping your heels and actually moaning in relief as you dipped your feet into the cool water and Jake chuckled beside you.

“I find that shocking considering that after that one your third year you said you never wanted to set foot on this block again.”

“I’ve grown, things have changed,” you protested which coaxed another laugh from him. “God, I can’t believe I’m leaving this place soon. It almost feels like just yesterday I showed up here with nothing but a suitcase and a dream. And you! Mr. Top Gun graduate,” you added, nudging him playfully.

“Don’t let Coyote hear you, he’ll bust my chops even more than he already has.”

“I miss Coyote,” you said, leaning your head on his shoulder. “Are you going home for Christmas this year?” you asked and this took him slightly by surprise, considering it was spring and he didn’t expect you to be looking forward to anything other than residency.

“I don’t think so… the way it lines up I’d have to fly in on Christmas Eve and leave the day after… I think the short trips make my mom sadder than me not going home at all.”

“They do,” you said. “For my parents too. I don’t know why but they do. What do you think about me coming to you this year? If you’re on base.”

“I think that sounds perfect,” he replied, turning to press a kiss on the top of your head. “I’m sorry I can’t stay for graduation,” he said and you lifted your head to shake it, waving your hand dismissively.

“Truthfully I don’t care about graduation, it’s more for my parents and yours. This was the important one,” you replied, giving him a warm smile. “I still can’t believe you pulled off surprising me. How long have you known you’d be able to make it?”

“Since you first told me the day,” he answered and your eyes widened as you hit his chest.

“You asshole! You made me think you couldn’t come and this was your plan all along? I was really sad, you know.”

He let out a loud laugh, “yeah, I know. But it was worth it! The look on your face was priceless.”

“You’re unbelievable,” you muttered.

“Had to get you back for my tap out ceremony somehow,” he pointed out and you sighed, because he did have a point.

“That’s fair. Though, I could argue that it was a surprise for me as well, mine was not premeditated.”

“To-mato to-mato,” he replied. “So, when do you make the big move?”

“Well, tomorrow you’ll be helping me scout apartments, tough part is I’ll have to pick a place sight unseen so we’re going to have to be very thorough in our search and then hopefully I’ll be out there within three weeks… My program starts in four.”

“Unless a last minute deployment pops up, I think I can meet you out there… help you get settled and all that.”

“Really?” you asked, eyes wide and full of hope as you beamed up at him and he chuckled, knowing you were definitely drunk right now. “Seeing you twice in one month? I don’t think we’ve gotten that lucky since we were teenagers.”

“Well, I don’t know about that,” he said with a suggestive raise of his eyebrows and you were startled by your own laugh, not expecting the turn in conversation.

“That’s right, forgot I was talking to Hangman, eternal stud.” you joked. Briefly you thought joking about it should sting, and deep down maybe it did a little, but this was the first time it’s come up and the sting wasn’t the first thing you noticed.

“You haven’t done so bad for yourself either,” he said and you just gave him a deadpan glare.

“Really? You think Matt was making me feel lucky every time?” you asked and he went through the same range of emotions. He thought it should hurt, and it did somewhere deep down, but it wasn’t the first thing he noticed.

“He wasn’t? Then what was the point?” he exclaimed and you hid your face in embarrassment.

“Oh, I don’t know! Truthfully it spiraled and I didn’t have time for anything else so…” you trailed off before letting out a groan. “Oh god, I’m a terrible person.”

“Now, how did we end up there?” he asked, brows furrowing in confusion at your statement.

“I knew all along I’d dump him right about now, how awful to not do it so much sooner.”

He shrugged, “maybe… but knowing you he did get lucky every time so don’t feel too bad. Broken heart or not he reached the mountaintop, good for him.”

“That’s a better, if not slightly twisted, way of looking at things.” you mused, resting your head on his shoulder again.

“Tired?” he asked and you nodded. “Don’t quite have the stamina of an undergrad anymore?”

“Shut up,” you said. “It’s been an emotional day.”

“Wanna go home?” he asked and you nodded, allowing yourself to be pulled up and you awkwardly shook your leg over the pool to rid yourself of excess water, to which he just shook his head in amusement.

You spent the walk back towards your dorm lost in conversation, giggling about nothing in particular and squealing when he picked you up and tossed you over his shoulder, “Jake! I’m too drunk, don’t make me hurl,” you laughed but he didn’t seem to care, carrying you like it was nothing until suddenly you were on the move again, sliding down to the ground with Jake’s firm hands on your waist to guide you. Your brows furrowed in confusion when you noticed you weren’t at your dorm but instead in front of a shiny car.

“I love Katie,” he started, but was cut off by the questioning look you gave him, “really, I do, but you didn’t really think I was crashing in your dorm, did you?” he asked and he did have a point… the last time he visited she was on rotation so he crammed himself onto her tiny bed and complained all the next day… there simply wasn’t anywhere for him to be this time around. “I have a hotel room a few blocks away, do you want to come stay with me? Or I can walk you back to your room,” he added the last part a little hurriedly and you chuckled, you thought you just caught a glimpse of a younger Jake… nervous and not wanting to overstep.

“Are you kidding me?” you asked, gesturing towards the door and he was quick to open it for you, “a night away from that thing they call a bed sounds like heaven.”

“And here I thought you just wanted to spend more time with me,” he said after walking around and getting in the driver’s side.

“Well, that’s certainly part of it… just not the main part,” you teased and he shook his head as he navigated towards his hotel and you looked over at him in amusement when you entered the parking lot. “Very fancy, Mr. Seresin,” you said as he opened the door for you and he extended his hand which you gladly took.

“Shut up and come on,” he replied and you did as you were told. Following him through the hotel and to the elevator, where they opened to reveal a cozy and beautifully decorated rooftop bar and you just looked over at him, eyes wide and questioning. “Tonight was a goodbye to your college life, and I thought what better way to end it than here, welcoming in this next chapter?”

“Jake…” you started, the lingering alcohol in your system still present enough to have you feeling a little more emotional than usual. You sat at a cozy loveseat positioned in front of a firepit and thanked the waiter when he brought over your cocktails, gin and tonic for you and something whiskey based for Jake.

“To you, Jupiter. You’ve worked so hard the past seven years, and you never once wavered when things got hard. You are nothing short of incredible, and being here with you right now, marking this occasion… it means a lot to me, and I’ll never stop being proud of you.” he said, and you felt your eyes well with tears that mirrored his own.

“Stop, you can’t cause then I’ll really lose it,” you warned, laughing softly as you wiped your cheeks. “Thank you… not just for saying that but for being you, and for being here. I was a wreck all morning and then I turned around and saw you and everything felt… settled. You being here means more than you know.” you said and you clinked your glasses together before taking a sip. “I’m really proud of us.” you said added a few moments of silence. “Do you remember the day we decided to break up?”

“Vividly,” he chuckled and you couldn’t help but laugh too.

“God, we were so young, with such big dreams… and going into it all so devastated… I wish we could go back and tell them it wouldn’t be for nothing, that we made it.”

“We did make it didn’t we?” he asked and you nodded, a smile creeping onto your face. He reached out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear and you didn’t know if it was the weighty realization that seven years ago you broke each other’s hearts to pursue the dreams you’d just achieved or the alcohol or just the fact that you simply wanted to but you leaned forward and let your lips brush against his. Soft and questioning but he pressed forward and captured you in a searing kiss. Years of pent up emotion and love spilling out, and you smiled when he chased your lips as you pulled away.

You didn’t need to say anything, didn’t need to acknowledge any of it. You both knew it didn’t change anything, you both might have made it but only to the next stepping stone… it still wasn’t the time. You kissed him once more before scooting closer and resting your head on his shoulder, his arm wrapping around your waist as you just enjoyed the moment for what it was. A celebration of what was to come.

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uglypastels · 1 year ago

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okay how about something comforting and cutesy like Eddie just absolutely coddling you and babying you since you had a rough day, idk maybe he helps calm you down

i swear i need an eddie right now. especially needed one yesterday. thank you for the request! i did my best (might be a bit rusty since i haven't written properly in a while )

warning: reader is having a hard day. exhaustion. idk. nothing else i think

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Eddie knew something was up the second he stepped past the threshold. He could practically smell it in the air… or maybe the burned bitterness was coming from the kitchen as a dark grey cloud of smoke. Or maybe he figured it out by listening to your curses at the oven and the pitch-black baking dish you threw down at the counter. The metal clanged loudly, causing you both to flinch.

‘Baby?’ Eddie asked apprehensively, not wanting to startle you. He half succeeded as you turned around harshly but immediately softened your features at the sight of him. ‘Are you alright?’

You don’t answer since both of you already know the answer. All you do is take the steps to break the distance between the two of you, lips are dragged down into a horseshoe-shaped frown, and tears threatening to burst at any second. Eddie catches you into a tight embrace, pulling you in.

‘Hey, shh, it’s ok.’ He had just returned from work and must have been driving with the windows down because his hair smelled of the summer wind.

‘I just wanted to make you some dinner, but it got burned– I’m so sorry, honey.’ You sniffed out.

‘Is that all?’ He felt it was quite an extreme reaction for a burned casserole [or whatever the ashes in the dish were supposed to be. Truly impossible to tell by the state it was in.] Then again, he knew how much work you put into your cooking and especially after a long day having something go this wrong could be the last straw, but knowing you, there must have been something before already to put you in this mood.

‘It’s just been… a lot.’ You didn’t feel like talking about it. Would much rather forget everything that had happened in the past 24 hours.

‘I understand, baby. Do you wanna sit down for a bit?’ He pulled away slightly to look you in the eyes–which were now red and beginning to puff up. Besides that, he saw how frazzled your hair had gotten throughout the day and how tired you looked. He could only assume he looked about the same, if not worse.

‘No,’ you wiped at your eyes, ‘I should make us some dinner. There should still be some—’

But Eddie was quick to cut you off. ‘Oh, no. You’re not cooking anymore today. C’mon, you need to rest. We can order something.’ He already saw your frown reappear, not happy with that idea. After all, you really wanted to do something nice for Eddie. Though now the surprise aspect of it all was gone anyway, you might as well enjoy a nice takeout. Eddie grabbed your hand, swinging it side to side. ‘What do you feel like? I could personally kill for a pizza right now.’

‘Pizza is fine.’ You nodded, but Eddie wasn’t too sure just yet.

‘Sure? Or are you just saying that because I suggested it?’

‘Can’t it be both?’ You brushed some of his hair out of his face. Even though he had put it in a ponytail, most of the shorter strands framing his face had come loose. Eddie looked at you for a moment before nodding.

‘The usual, then?’

‘Mhm,’ you simply replied. Then Eddie told you to get comfortable on the couch before placing an order. You sat down feeling tired and restless simultaneously; there was so much you needed to get done, but you had no energy for any of it. By the time Eddie returned, your eyelids were already betraying you, becoming heavier and heavier. The shift of weight beside you was just enough to stir you from the nap.

‘Sorry,’ Eddie whispered. ‘I didn’t want to wake you.’

‘I wasn’t asleep.’ You rubbed your eyes, sitting up straight next to Eddie.

‘Of course not.’ He chuckled and took this opportunity to bring you in for another tight hug. He practically pulled you into his lap, kissing your cheek, mumbling, ‘I missed you today,’ between a kiss here and there.

‘Missed you too.’ You kissed him back. ‘And I’m really sorry about dinner, again.’

‘I’m banning apologies in this house tonight. You have nothing to be sorry for.’

‘I nearly burned down the kitchen!’

‘That’s an entirely different problem, then. We still get to have dinner, but if you had burned the kitchen down… ‘ he exhaled deeply, and something inside him lit up at the sight of your smile cracking through the hard shell the day had built up around you. For the next half 20 minutes, he kept making dumb jokes to get your smile to grow bit by bit. Most of the time, you would roll your eyes at him or smack him playfully on the arm, but anything was better than tears.

Then the doorbell rang, and almost automatically, you got up, but only a few inches off the sofa before Eddie grabbed you by the hips.

‘Where do you think you’re going?’

‘To get our food?’ You said whilst the doorbell rang again.

‘No, you’re not,’ he pulled you back onto the seat and got up. ‘You’re resting.’

‘But you should be resting too!’ You wanted to shout out, but he had already left the room to open the door for the delivery boy. A minute later, Eddie returned holding several takeout boxes that contained no pizza, but you knew exactly what it was instead.

‘I thought we decided on pizza?’ You asked, puzzled as he put the food on the coffee table before you.

‘Yea, but I thought you might like this better.’ Eddie shrugged, beginning to unpack the boxes. ‘Felt like it would do a better job making you feel better than pizza… usually does, at least. But if you’d prefer pizza then I can still quickly call–’

‘No, it’s perfect. Thank you.’ You kissed him on the cheek. ‘Thank you for everything.’

the end.

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dreamingcloudie · 2 years ago

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hello! I'm kinda shy to request about this if you don't mind at all, but is it okay that you write about dottore with a s/o adopting a child and basically just cute married couples with family type of shit? it would be interesting to see his dynamic with the kid would be!

If you want too ofc! ^^

also i really like your content! it's so well written and it cheers me up so much :) 💖💕

❛❛ A Step Into Fatherhood ❜❜

✎ ❛❛ What do you mean I'm getting soft? ❜❜

Pairing(s): Dottore x GN!Reader

Genre/Format: Fluff (oneshot)

Warning(s): Use of Dottore’s (speculated) real name

wc: ~3k

Notes: Oh god I'm sorry I haven’t posted in a while 😭 I was on writer's block and still kinda am. But at last, here's finally a fic!! Haven't written in a while and got rusty, so this might not be good :') Anyways, I LOVE THIS REQUEST AHHH 💕💕💕 Dadttore is so UGH 😫👌This request got me all giddy. I hope you'll like it :D

Gentle flakes fell to the ground as you went from store to store. Your husband was in need of some materials to carry out his experiments. He asked a segment to gather them but you offered to help instead. You wanted to go out for a stroll anyways, so why not?

You were about to go back to the palace when you heard a noise coming from a nearby alleyway. It sounded like someone was rummaging through something.

You knew it was dangerous to investigate on your own without any weapons on you. But you couldn't help it, curiosity got the best of you and your legs subconsciously brought you closer towards the sounds of clanking.

Following the noise, it led you to a dumpster. The lid was closed so you weren't able to tell what was inside. Judging by the size of it though, you assumed it would be some sort of animal. You were expecting to see a raccoon when you opened the lid but what you saw made you scream and stepped back instead.

What the…

You slowly opened the lid again and an equally shocked but frightened face stared back at you.

What is a child doing here? You thought.

It was a little girl who looked no older than ten. She was wearing a thin layer of clothing and her hair was stained. In her hands she was holding a paper plate of thrown out food from a restaurant.

When you got closer again, her hands that were holding the plate recoiled to her torso and turned into fists. Tears were forming at the corner of her eyes and her form shook.

"Hey… it's okay, I'm not going to hurt you," you said in a hushed voice.

Once the little girl seemed calmed down enough, you spoke again, “What are you doing here? Where are you from?”

"I'm from over there…" She pointed. You followed where her finger was pointing at and your heart dropped.

House of the Hearth.

The orphanage where Arlecchino trained the kids to become soldiers? What was this kid doing here?

"I see… I don't know how you got here but why don't I take you back—"

"No!" She yelled, taking you off guard.

"Please… I don't want to go back there… The others are mean to me…"

She was now sobbing and you were trying to think of what to do.

She looked like she really didn't want to go back there… You would feel bad for forcing her to go back. But it couldn’t be good to just leave a kid all by herself here as well.

From the looks of her fragile frame, she definitely hasn’t eaten a sustainable meal in a long time. Poor kid, it was cold out and that bread didn’t look edible.

What other options did you have?

You were someone who adored kids, and the protective instinct inside of you screamed.

Without thinking, you blurted out, “Why don’t you come with me? I can take you to a warmer place and give you something nicer to eat."

The little girl was hesitant, but you could see her eyes lit up a little.

“Really?”

“Of course! Being out here by yourself is dangerous anyways.”

She got out of the dumpster and approached you with small steps. Once she got close enough, you took your own coat off and draped it over her.

“There we go, this will keep you warm enough until we get back,” you muttered, gently taking her hand into yours as you made your way back to the resting quarters.

- - -

When you reached the palace, you quickly took her to your room, trying to avoid anybody on your way there. You couldn't risk letting anyone see the kid here, who knew what they would do to her if they found out she escaped Arlecchino's orphanage?

And you most certainly didn't want to face that harbinger's wrath.

You let out a breath of relief when a Fatui agent only nodded to greet you as he passed the hallway without making a comment on how your stance was off, while simultaneously holding the bag of materials at an awkward angle. You waved back at him with a sheepish smile. Once you made sure he was out of sight, you reached behind you to take a hold of the little girl's hand again before continuing on your way.

"Alright, we're almost there."

You looked both sides of the hallway, taking a double check to make sure nobody saw you before grabbing the door handle and pushing it open, pulling the kid inside with you.

The door closed with a click and you leaned against it, trying to calm down how fast your heart was beating. Archons, were you glad that Dottore convinced you to take some basic stealth lessons. You didn't think it was necessary… up until now.

"Okay, well, welcome to my room!" You walked over to a desk and set the bags there. Thinking you could just give them to your husband later.

The girl looked around your room in awe, it was huge. To her, this felt like a bedroom a royalty would own from the tales she had heard of. There was a queen-sized bed in the middle and the blankets looked really soft and fluffy. She could imagine how nice it would to sleep on it.

"Wow… I've never been in a room this big before!" She exclaimed, her eyes wandered through different pieces of furniture and objects decorating the room.

"How about we give you a nice warm bath? Then I can show you around more later."

You took her to the bathroom and ran a hot bath for her. She was making bubbles in her hands while you washed her hair, rinsing the suds off her head.

"And we're done!" You clapped your hands together, feeling satisfied with how clean she was now.

You wrapped a towel around her and took her back to your room again, digging through your closet for clothes that were suitable enough for her to wear for the time being. Fortunately for you, you were able to find some of your old clothes from when you were a kid. You didn't throw them away just in case you wanted to reminisce about your childhood.

Well, instead of sitting at the bottom of the drawer collecting dust, you could put them to good use again.

Once you were done with dressing her up, she looked at herself through the closet mirror and her eyes widened at how nice they looked on her.

"Mr(s)... Um…"

"What's wrong?" You asked, worried that she might not like them.

"I don't know what to call you…"

That was when you realized you never told her your name, nor did she ever tell you hers.

"Ah, how could I forget! My apologies. You can call me (Y/n)! What about you, sweetie?"

Her eyes glinted at your name and smiled.

"Thank you, Mr(s) (Y/n)! I really like these clothes. They look so nice!" She paused before responding to your question.

"My name is Lilly."

Right as she finished her sentence, someone knocked on the door.

"Dear? Are you in there?" A voice you knew too well spoke.

Shoot.

It was your husband. And there was a random kid with you.

Oh no, what am I going to tell him?! You panicked. How were you going to explain to him you brought a child to your shared bedroom?

Your thoughts were disrupted when he knocked on the door again.

"Dear? I'm coming in—" The door handle twitched, but stopped when you yelled, "Wait!"

You told the child to hide in the closet and to not come out unless you said so. A look of confusion mixed with fear appeared on her face but she obliged anyway, hiding at the corner of the closet.

Closing the closet doors, you jogged over to the bedroom door and opened it, revealing your husband who was standing there, twirling a vial of blue liquid in his hand.

"There you are, darling. That took you a while, is everything alright?" He asked.

"Oh nothing, I was just, uh, examining the materials I went to collect for you!"

Archons, you hoped that was convincing enough.

"Really? Since when did you get interested in Chaos Cores?" He teased, showing you his signature grin.

"Just today! Haha…"

"Is that so…" He trailed off, noticing something on the ground.

"Hmm?" He hummed, taking his mask off to take a better look of the floor.

There was a water droplet. No, multiples of them.

"May I ask why the carpet is wet?"

Oh no, it must've been from the little girl's hair. It was still wet and you didn't dry it fully.

"I-I spilled some water! Yeah… I was clumsy." You smiled sheepishly at him.

He looked around the room and raised a brow.

"But I don't see a cup anywhere around here?" His attention went back to the droplets on the ground and noticed it was a trail.

A trail leading toward the closet.

He walked over to it and stopped right in front of it. You were about to stop him but he was quicker. His hands swung the closet doors open.

From where you were standing, the clothes on the hangers casted shadows on her form and they were hiding her well. They should be able to hide her from your husband's sight too… you hoped.

But of course, with keen eyes such as his, nothing could escape him. His squinted eyes were now slightly widened. He expected to find someone or something, but definitely not a kid.

"What—"

"W-wait! Zandik, let me explain."

You told him how she ran away from the orphanage and she was all alone out there, so you wanted to help her.

"So you're telling me… this is a kid from Arlecchino's orphanage? Darling, you know how she could get if she finds out," he reasoned with you.

"I know, but she was scared! And I couldn't just leave her on the streets on her own either. So with no other choices, I decided to just take her here, and maybe take her in…" You trailed off. Gesturing to the little girl that it was safe to come out now. She got up and approached you, hiding behind your leg as she looked at Dottore.

"So, can she stay, please?"

He stared intently at the ground, seemingly deep in his thoughts.

Now, you knew that Dottore was not fond of kids. But unbeknownst to you, occasionally he would dream of having this fantasy of his. To have a little family with you…

And of course, he wasn't ready to become a father to his own kids yet, so maybe he'd take this opportunity to practice parenting.

He signed, faking his annoyance to conceal his unexplainable excitement.

"Fine, she can stay."

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For the first week of her stay here, she was shy. The only person she wasn't afraid to talk to was you. She tried to talk to Dottore once but he unintentionally acted cold towards her, causing her to back away.

You couldn't blame him though, he was awkward around kids.

So, to make it up to her in his own way, he ordered his segments to set up a new room for her.

You brought her to the room they were preparing in, wanting to know how she was liking her room so far and to also introduce her to the segments.

You knocked on the door and went in, while she trailed after you, hiding behind you as usual.

The segments stopped what they were doing and turned to the sound of someone coming in.

"Ah! So this is the kiddo Prime told us about." Beta was the first to speak.

Theta got closer to the both of you and kneeled down to Lilly's eye level.

"Hello! I'm Theta, you must be Lilly, yes?"

Lilly was too distracted by the white and black mask he was wearing, not listening to a single word that came out of his mouth. She tugged at your pants and said, "Mr(s) (Y/n), he looks like a clown!"

Upon hearing her words, you and the other segments began to laugh, all except for Theta.

"S-She called you a clown!" Beta wheezed.

"Quite fitting, don't you think, Theta?"

"I'm not a clown! God, what was Prime thinking when he chose to wear this mask back then…" He said, deadpan.

Omega quieted down his chuckle and asked, "So, how are you liking your room so far, little one?"

Lilly looked around the room, the wall was painted with her favorite color and animal for the pattern. The bed she was given to was smaller than the one in your room, but was still big to her. A unicorn plushie, which was made by Delta, was placed on it.

"I love it!" She bounced slightly in excitement.

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For the second week, Dottore and Lilly would start to interact with each other more. He has been taking notes by observing the way you'd talk to her, how you'd take care of her…

He was still awkward around her, of course. But at least he wasn't being cold to her anymore, so that was an improvement.

And Lilly, she was starting to grow more comfortable around him, as well. He wasn't as intimidating as she thought he'd be when he gifted her a mini robot, made with the leftover parts of a ruin guard. And now, she would sleep with it next to her at all times.

You were out to run some errands today, leaving Lilly in Dottore's care. She was reading a children's book on her bed, while Dottore sat next to her, patting her gently on her head.

She got to one of the pages and her eyes shined at how pretty the princess looked in the picture.

"Mr. Zanny?" She called out to him, using the nickname she gave him.

He hummed in response, signaling her to continue.

"I want my hair to look like this pretty lady's, do you know how to do that?"

He leaned over to see an illustration of a woman with long, braided hair.

"Why yes, I do, angel. Would you like me to do that for you?" He said.

In return, he also had a nickname for her. He thought the word "angel" suited her. As she's such a pure and innocent child.

Lilly nodded eagerly and turned around, her back facing Dottore. Grabbing a brush from the vanity table, he brushed her hair and undid the tangled locks, until it was tidy enough to be put in a braid.

You'd expect him to not know anything about braiding someone's hair but he was surprisingly good at it.

Once he was done, he grinned at how it turned out. Lilly went over to a mirror and admired her hair, it looked neat and exactly how she thought it'd look like.

She turned back to where Dottore and muttered out a little shy "Thank you."

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It was late at night and everyone was sound asleep. Well, almost everyone.

Lilly was turning in her sleep, horrid images of scary monsters flashed in her mind and she woke up with a gasp. Her eyes darted around her room and it was dark. The moon light from the window barely lit the room up. She got out of bed and took the tiny robot Dottore made with her.

Luckily for her, the room you and Dottore slept in was not far from hers, she opened the door slightly ajar and peered inside. Noticing the two slightly moving silhouettes in the room.

She tiptoed to your side of the bed and poked your arm.

"Mr(s) (Y/n)?" She whispered.

You were a light sleeper so it didn't take you long to stir awake.

"Mmm… Lilly? Why are you awake?" You asked, turning over to face her fully, waking your husband up as well.

"I had a nightmare and I'm scared…" She told you, her voice trembled and her arms wrapped around the robot tightly.

"Oh, you poor thing…"

You helped her to get on the bed and laid her down between you and your husband. He yawned and was trying to comprehend why Lilly was in the bed with the two of you.

He looked at you for answers and you only said, "Nightmare."

"Would you like to listen to a story to help you sleep, Lilly?" You asked.

She pondered for a while before answering, "Yes please."

“Let’s see… Once upon a time, there was a little girl,” you began, then looked at Dottore to continue. He groaned a little and tried to think of something in his sleepy state.

“The little girl had a knife— I mean uh… A teddy bear? His name was… Bob,” he said. Making his sentence a bit more family-friendly when you glared at him.

“She and the teddy were best friends, they would go on an adventure together.” You added more to it.

“Then the little girl later strangled the teddy—“ He stopped when you hit his arm.

"What he meant to say was, the little girl later helped the teddy bear with a mission…"

The both of you carried the story on, well, more like you having to constantly make changes to Dottore's… questionable imagination.

But overall, it went pretty well, sometimes Lilly would snicker at the jokes Dottore made. But laughed even harder at his horrible attempt at talking in a high pitch voice to mimic the teddy bear.

His face was red from embarrassment, to say the least, that he made a fool out of himself just to make the two of you laugh.

It was embarrassing… but it was worth it, to hear the laughter of his two sweet angels.

"And finally, Bob made it home safely… The end." You ended the story.

You turned your attention to Lilly and you could tell she was getting tired, her eyes were droopy and she could barely keep herself awake.

As her mind was about to take her away into the land of dreams, you heard her muttering.

"Night night, daddy… Night night (mommy / other daddy)..."

Bonus:

Dottore walked into Arlecchino's office and slammed some papers onto her work desk.

"The papers are signed, she is now officially my daughter."

"Very well."

#genshin x reader #genshin impact x you #genshin x you #genshin x yn #dottore #genshin impact #dottore x reader #dottore x y/n #dottore x you #genshin dottore #il dottore #fatui harbingers x reader #fatui harbingers #fatui x reader

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lakka-arts · 2 months ago

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HI heres a list of really great mcsm artists (personal recs)

mainly made for my friend @glitxhy-b0yy!!! :D who is a FANTASTIC artist themselves and has some great content on there!!

also partially as a self indulgent post to compliment my friends so lets go!! (yes this does mean that my opinions are going to be bias asf dont come for me--)

this is not a COMPLETE list but its just the artists that i can come up with off the top of my head-- might add more later!

polarized-here

polar's artworks is what i like to describe as comforting as it consists of neat lineart and cell shading with glowing effects! they're probably most commonly known for their admin!jesse au, which is a fucking BADASS au with the coolest concept artwork that i've seen?? like hands down, stunning with a stunning execution of it. polar's artwork are like,,, holy shit man. they're such a cool person :)

terracomets

rusty is a phenomenal artist AND writer who has an au series that i cannot recommend enough called Misfit Mania!! He has a BUNCH of great character designs, including ocs and other medias too! i consider him a jack of all trades bc no matter what fandom, no matter what kind of character it is, rusty always succeeds at great portrayal of them :DD his fav character is axel and as a result, he's got a bunch of fantastic axel artwork on his blog!! :)

mcs-art-etc/lukasdoodles

lukasdoodles has genuinely one of the most unique art styles that i have ever that is both adorable AND menacing /pos at times. their artwork consists of colorful lineart, and INSANELY detailed clothings, like oh my god. they're also INSANELY creative when it comes to it as well, putting in so many ruffles, and belts, and!!! so much more!! not only that but they have a bunch of blaze rods drawings on their blog!! including gill, who i think is one of the underrated characters in mcsm! they also do some animation every now and then, which is always so cool to see!!

zonerz

zonerz is one of those dual part artist and dual part writers with their great artwork and writing! they're really good at putting together lore and is super in-depth when it comes down to the nitty gritty! their armor drawings are really well done and i admire the attention to details with every single one of their drawings!!

zoomire

fel is one of the coolest fucking people i have ever met and #1 cassie rose fan. their artstyle reminds me of traditional paintings that you would find in a museum, like it is so refined and their character anatomy is ON POINT with how they draw muscles and scars so realistically. their aiden design is also one of the most dazzling to me bc of how they incorporate lightning into his scars. ALSO a huge aidrose fan if not THE president of the goddamn ship. they have so many character analysis on them both together and separately and they're always written SO WELL WITH SO MUCH RESPECT TO THE SOURCE MATERIAL.

a lost crow

crow has a bunch of fantastic mcsm content but one of their most fascinating ones is their command!lukas au, which has a whole story to go alongside it but i won't spoil it ;) and their individual jesse au where every single jesse has their own personality traits and they're so unique and well written!! absolutely love both au to bits!

acraftedmistake

acraftedmistake's art is unique in the sense that it is purely traditional and takes great advantage of paper texture as well as textures from markers and pens to make its presence known! to add to that, they do a bunch of mcsm work themed around horror! i do need to put a warning that they sometimes involve gore though it is very artistically done!! phenomenal artist!!

zhezhy

Zhenya has enough content to the point where i can make an entire POST this long to talk about her and the absolutely stunning drawings she makes about mcsm, particularly about the old order of the stone. she excels at drawing ivor, harper, and soren the most, though she has dwelved into other characters that haven't had the most light shed on them. my absolute favorite thing about her artwork is her artstyle because it is this GORGEOUS sketchy style where both the colors and the lines express themselves SO WELL and SO EFFECTIVELY! i can go raving mad about it honestly

offeathersandcube/novatheastropirate

Nova's artwork, i would like to define it, is filled with love and care. Her lineart and coloring patterns are colorful and light, as if they were drawn for the illustration for a book series, filled with so much delight. Nova's specialty is how she both writes and draws Ellegaard with so much appreciation for her character and through her portrayal of her. It's nothing short of dedication and heart. Nova's other works are also great as well and they do a lot to show Nova's artistic talent.

#lakka speaks

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coffeecakefanfics · 10 months ago

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Home with You ~ Astarion Smut/ F!reader

Summary: Basically, just the grave scene inspired by In A Week by Hozier.

Warnings: Fingering, oral (f receiving), PiV, mild fluff.

*I haven't written smut in probably three years so bear with me being rusty lol.*

Also the biggest of thank you's goes to celestialoutsider for beta reading and editing for me <3

The moonbeams that danced between the branches illuminated the cold stone in front of Astarion and (Y/n). His name etched into the stone was still covered in a thin layer of dirt, but for the first time his grave was adorned with a single flower. A gentle, loving hand had placed it there. So many emotions swirled through the pale elf’s mind at the gesture. The one that stuck out to him the most was the one that sent warmth through his chest, if he thought about it for more than a second, he might have recognized it as a mix of love and gratitude.

“I have a gift for you” the voice next to him drew his gaze to her face. We watched with curiosity as she untied the small bag of holding from her side and rummaged inside. “Ah there it is!” she beamed as her fingers finally grazed what she was looking for. The dark red liquid splashed against the glass. Astarion cracked a smile and gingerly took the bottle from his lover.

“This looks expensive,” He commented, turning the bottle over in his hands. The gold lettering shimmered in the moonlight, and the wine inside looked deep and rich.

“It was,” (Y/n) bit back a smile, “But I thought it was worth it. I was saving it for when we finally got these worms out of our heads,” she took the bottle from him and popped it open. The sweet smell went straight to his taste buds, saliva gathering in his mouth. It had been so long without a good wine.

“This however feels like a much better occasion to celebrate,” She smiled at him, and held the bottle out to him. With a bowed thank you he took a sip. Gods it would have paired so nicely with a creamy cheese or tender steak. It was in fact rich, and sweet, it was a wonderful change from the vinegar they had at the grove party.

“That really must have cost a fortune,” he smiled and took another sip before passing it off to her.

“I’d argue that your taste is the reason it was so expensive,” she smirked and took a sip. Astarion laid a hand on his chest in mock offense.

“I can’t say you’re wrong, but it still hurts,” his grin was spreading wider.

The pair sat and drank over half of the bottle before the giggling started. It was a wonderful change of pace from the fighting for their lives. Here, under the moon, wrapped in the warmth of a good wine it was just the two of them, safe and happy. The emotions swirled in his head now, everything else was clouded by the woman sitting next to him giggling over a dumb joke that he couldn’t bother to remember. It was loud and unbothered, followed by a sush and giggles from him. The smile on his face never faltered. His ruby eyes took in (Y/n) fully, how she threw her head back when she laughed, how her eyes softened and pupils blew wide at the sight of him, how the wine had flushed her cheeks, how the sight of him made his undead heart leap.

“You’re perfect.” the words had slipped out. (Y/n) pursed her lips, her cheeks flushing more.

“Well, you’re amazing,” she smiled at him, scooting closer to him till their knees touched. His nails scraped against the side of her scalp gently as he pushed her hair away from her face. Her own eyes took him in now. His face softened as she scanned his features.

“Thank you,” his voice was hushed so that only she could hear the words spilling from wine touched lips, “for everything. You’ve given me a second chance at life, and I want to live it with you at my side.”

She placed her hand over the one holding her head, the other finding its way onto his chest, right over his heart. “I’m here with you, for as long as you want me,” she spoke tenderly.

He captured her lips in a gentle kiss in response. They moved as one, perfectly in tandem. He slid his body over hers, laying them down onto the damp grass of the cemetery. She sighed into his mouth as his leg slid up to spread her legs in order to rest between them. (Y/n)’s hands slid into his silver curls tugging him impossibly closer, earning her own groan from the man above her. He leaned his weight onto one elbow and used the other to cradle her face in his hand. He held her so gently, like she would spook and run away from him still. After what felt like forever they parted for air, moving back just far enough to look each other in the eyes. Their chests heaved, eyes were blown wide, lips wet and swollen, and smiles plastered wide across their faces.

(Y/n) tugged his tunic off of him, running her hands down his torso after he was free from the garment. Her fingers were so warm against his cold skin. They ignited a fire in his belly as they softly roamed the expanse of his chest down his belly and toyed with the band of his pants. He pressed his lips to hers again as her hands continued to explore his body. Her lips danced across his throat and up the edge of his ear, biting gently causing a moan to fall from him.

“What a tease,” he said through a grin.

“I learned from the best,” she breathed with a matching wide smile. Her fingertips ran up his sides and over his shoulders using the position of her arms to tug him down to her. His desire for her pressed down onto her clothed heat, earning a small sound from them both. Their restraint was chipping away at every roll of their hips against each other. Astarion slid his own hand up (Y/n)’s shirt, he pulled away from her embrace to remove it from her body.

“Look at you,” he let his eyes rake over her frame hungirly. It was his turn to explore her body. He pressed soft kisses to the sides of her jaw and down her neck, sucking over her pulse and nipping at the faded spot he feeds from, and she moaned in response. Gods how he wanted to drink from her, to feel her blood coursing through his veins, becoming one in a different way for a little while.

Another time he thought to himself, dragging his lips across her collar bones and down the valley of her breasts. His fingers were ice against her perked nipples. A gasp left her lips as her chest arched into his touch. Astarion smirked at how responsive she was to him already. His mouth found her other nipple causing another moan to tumble out of her mouth. He took his time toying with each breast before kissing his way down to her waistband. His lips followed behind the garment kissing down her right leg and crawled back up her left leg after discarding it into the dirt.

“You’re so beautiful my love,” his voice was low and Desperate. His eyes looked so dark and hungry, the sight above her made (Y/n) shudder with anticipation. His fingers traced the tops of her thighs, teasing. “You’ll let me taste you, won't you?” she couldn’t tell if he was begging or wanting her to beg but she nodded her head furiously either way.

“Please Star,” her voice was soft and dripping with a need that made his cock impossibly harder in his pants. “Please touch me, I need to feel you,” she begged. How could he say no to such a pretty thing? He found his way down to meet her sex. The sight of her dripping for him had him licking his lips before spreading her and licking a wide strip from her entrance to her clit. (Y/n) threw her head back and loosed a loud, lewd moan. The feeling of his mouth on her finally aiding in the burning desire that had been dancing in her belly since he laid her in the grass. The sounds she was making as Astarion circled her clit were music to his pointy ears. The way she was gripping his hair and grinding onto his tongue made his head swim.

Astarion pulled away from her heat for a moment, earning him a whine. He licked her essence from his lips and leaned against her left leg, using his middle finger to toy with her entrance. Her moans filled the air again as she ground against him. “Come on sweet thing, I know you can use that pretty voice to ask” he teased. She whined in response but managed to find her voice.

“Please make me feel good. Want it so bad,” her hips rolled as his fingers brushed her clit. “I can take it Star, please,” her voice cracked slightly. He bit his lip at her honeyed words, his fang slightly dug into the skin. His own need was growing unbearable at this point, and maybe he felt a little guilty at ripping her from the edge. He slid his finger into her. Thank yous tumbled out of her lips, more sweet music as he added another. His dexterity quickly brought her back up to that peak. Astarion growled and brought his lips back to her clit. With a loud moan she snapped, white hot pleasure surged through her body as she gushed on his fingers and mouth.

“That’s my good girl,” he praised, working her through the pleasure. He gently ran his hands up and down her thighs, coaxing her back to him. She looked so beautiful fucked out below him. Her hair splayed messily around her like a halo, her cheeks ever flushed, and her lips parted as her chest rose and fell with deep breaths.

“Can you give me another sweet girl?” he asked tenderly. She simply nodded at him with hooded eyes and croaked a “Yes.” Her throat was raw from the moans that had ripped through it. He moaned at the feeling of his cock finally being let free of his pants. (Y/n) licked her lips at the sight of him kneeled over her. He gave himself a few pumps before lining himself up with her entrance. He let his head and eyes roll back and he sunk into her, relishing in how warm and wet she was for him.

“Is this all for me darling?” he asked, pulling his hips back.

“It’s all for you, always” Her mewls fed his ego. He held the backs of her knees holding her legs open as he thrust back into her. The snap of his hips had her crying out in pleasure and rolling her head to the side. Throwing all caution to the wind he didn’t hold back his moans, letting her know just how much he was enjoying himself.

She was surrounding him, her cunt, her smell, her touch as her hands gripped his shoulders. He felt her flutter around him. The way she was squeezing him was enough to make his thrusts falter. He released her legs and wrapped an arm around her back, pulling her into him, the last bit of self-control he had gone. He laid his head on her shoulder breathing in her scent. “You’re gonna make me cum,” his voice was no more than a whimper.

“Please, with me” was all she managed to let slip before he gave her a particularly deep thrust, spilling ropes of his cum in her. Her own orgasm hit her right after, causing her walls to flutter and her legs to squeeze his hips. They lay there tangled together catching their breaths for a minute before he pulled out and laid on the soft grass next to (Y/n). She turned onto her side and brushed a curl that had fallen out of his face. She gave him a tired smile. He found her hand and pressed a kiss onto her palm. This felt right to him, laying with her, loving her. He decided that he could die there again and die happy. He didn’t care if they found them decomposing under the wisteria tree, he was with her. He was where he belonged. He was home.

#astarion ancunin #astarion smut #x reader #bg3 astarion #f!tav #f!reader

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andheresthething · 2 years ago

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I Got So Fucking Romantic, I Apologize

Summary: Cute lazy morning (afternoon) with Nightowl.

[No use of y/n] [Lazy Mornings] [But it's really 2 pm] [Cuddling & Snuggling] [Kissing] [Love Bites] [Pet Names] [Dorks in Love] [I cannot stress it enough you act like teenagers in love] [Implied Sexual Content] [You're smaller than him] [Established Relationship]

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Notes:

I recently played Blooming Panic and absolutely fell HARD for Nightowl. This is the first time I've ever posted any of my writing and it's been a while since I've written at all so this will probably be rusty. I might write more (could make a spicy follow-up) if people like this one, though it might be delayed because carpal tunnel is a bitch.

Gender-neutral reader for yall :)

I wrote this while listening to my character playlist for him

Reposted from AO3

Also, I haven't used Tumblr since MIDDLE SCHOOL so I apologize for things being strange to the platform

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Rays of light shone through the drawn blinds of the bedroom you and Nightowl shared. The small beams laid across the two of you sleeping well into early afternoon. You slowly blink and let out a yawn, taking a moment to come into the conscious world.

Once your eyes adjusted you finally get a look at the blonde sleeping on his side next to you. His chest slowly rising and falling and an arm draped over you. Lips slightly apart, just enough to show a sliver of his front teeth, and his neck and collar bones covered in spots that ranged in shades of purple. Though a familiar sight for you to see each day, it never grew old. Each day, without fail, your heart would flutter the same way it did when you spent your first night together. You cracked a smile, just watching and waiting for your partner to wake.

Sometimes it was still baffling to you that clicking on a discord invite led to this. How fast everything moved between the two of you was unexpected, but not unwelcomed in the slightest. You recall all the nights the two of you would spend up, talking about anything and everything until you fell asleep. Nightowl would follow shortly after, but would never hang up the call. Some of the time right before he’d turn in as well, you were just conscious to hear him say, ‘I can’t wait until we can do this in person. Goodnight, Cutie. Sweet dreams.’

Your smile grew thinking about those early times of your relationship, though soon enough you were broken from the little daydream with the feeling of Nightowl lifting his arm off of you, stretching himself awake with a yawn.

“Mornin, sweetheart,” you said as he lowered his arm back to hold you. He sleepily smiled, then placed a light kiss on your forehead.

“Good morning, cutie,” he smiled, “Hope I didn’t keep you waiting too long.”

“Impossible, plus I lost myself in thought, so I doubt I would have noticed an hour going by.”

“Care to indulge me?” Nightowl asked while moving his hand to hold yours.

“I was just thinking about our old late-night calls before I got to move in with you and how sometimes when I was half asleep I’d hear you say how you couldn’t wait for this to happen for real and wished me goodnight”

Nightowl squeezed your hand, eyes lighting up slightly. Your little story seemed to help wake him up from his groggy state, “Awe, I love you getting all sappy and nostalgic on me first thing in the morning, cutie.”

“I always felt all stupid and happy whenever I heard it.”

“You know,” he scootched as close as he could be to you without being completely on top of you, “I did it every. Single. Night.” he hummed, peppering a kiss on your face between every word, and you giggled with each one.

“Really?”

He put on a serious face, sharply nodding, “Without fail. I still do actually. Granted, I’ve changed that first part a tiny bit considering you’re now actually here with me, in the flesh.”

“Awe, sweetheart, you’re literally the best. How’d I get so lucky?” you reached to hug him. Maybe a bit too enthusiastically, though, as you managed to push Nightowl over on his back and put yourself on top of him, burying your face in his neck in the process, “Seriously, I could have never imagined having someone who does stuff like that for me all to myself.”

“ You can’t believe you have me all to yourself?” Nightowl laughed, “I should be the one saying that. I was such a hungover ass to you after knowing you for, like, five days, and you still wanted to be with me after that night. You’re the one here that's the best,” he refuted, placing a kiss on the side of your head, “To have someone as precious as you makes me the lucky one here, darling.”

“Mmm, I’d have to disagree with you.”

“Incorrect and unfactual statement.”

You lifted yourself enough to meet your eyes with his, “As much as I’d love to continue this to prove I’m, in fact, correct on this matter, I think I’m a little too tired to try.”

“So what you're saying is that I win?” he said with the biggest shit-eating grin. You groaned at his playful antic and started to push yourself up, now straddling his lap as he still laid underneath you, which also effectively pushed the blanket once covering the two of you off and behind you.

“Sure, you win, dumbass. What shall your prize be?”

“Can it be anything?” he said excitedly.

You knew you might regret the answer you were going to give, but went through with it anyway, “Sure, anything you want, sweetheart,” with that, you sealed your fate.

“Hmm, what a tough decision to make,” Nightowl exaggeratedly pondered while pushing himself back slightly to be able to sit up with his arms supporting him from behind. You also moved so that you were sitting in his lap, legs wrapped around his bare lower waist, and brought your arms around his neck. Your arms sat on the soft fabric that was the straps of his crop top, “The possibilities are endless, cutie. How could I ever just choose one thing?”

You giggled at his complaint, “You better, the offer is going to expire soon. Then you just get bragging rights.”

“Oh, how cruel! How could you?” he moved his arms from behind him to hold your hips.

“I know, I’m such a horrible person,” you said, matching his sarcastic and playful tone.

The two of you stayed like that for a moment, you took the time to admire his face. The small beams of light highlighted his softer features. They made his messy hair shine and his brown eyes sparkle, revealing all the little flakes of different shades that resided in them.

The light also reflected off of his cartilage piercings. Nightowl had a bad habit of not taking out his earrings before bed. No matter how many times you reminded him, he always forgot. It wasn’t the end of the world that he didn’t, though. At least he remembered to take out his statement piece each night.

In that time, Nightowl did the same, soaking in the sight of you. Hair just as messy as his own, a stupid wide smile, and a pair of beaming eyes staring into his own. But your shirt, God it was killing him. It was one of his own that you’d steal regularly to wear almost anywhere. While purposefully somewhat oversized on him, you were swimming in it, allowing your neck and collar bones, covered in marks (courtesy of him), to be exposed. Maybe it was his somewhat possessive nature, but the mix of the shirt and hickies fogged his mind with a myriad of thoughts ranging from wholesome to extremely sexual.

“Have you made a decision yet?” your words snapped him out of his short, albeit very vivid, daydream, “Or are we just going to settle for bragging rights?”

“Nope! I’ve come up with my prize.”

“That would be?”

“One super lazy, stay-in-date day complete with stupid horror movies and possibly some more… intimate affairs later on,” he paused, “Please.”

You pretended to think it over, despite the arrangement of this prize. While you, of course, got tasked with a pile of work for the weekend, you couldn’t care less about it. Getting ripped by your boss on Monday would be worth it, especially with the not-at-all-subtle proposition for later in the day. Knowing Nightowl though, it would probably come way sooner than nightfall. “You, sir, have yourself a deal.”

You gave him a small peck, but Nightowl being Nightowl, was having none of that. He immediately put his lips back on yours, tightening his grip on your hips. While it took you slightly by surprise, you gladly accepted the act, kissing him back. Quickly things became heated, pulling each other closer, the movement of your lips becoming desperate. Your hands drifted to his hair, lightly grabbing at it, which Nightowl responded to by letting out a small moan into your mouth. That noise of his set you off, eager to continue the sudden act of intimacy.

Unfortunately, as quickly as it picked up, it stopped. Nightowl pulled away and loosened his hold on you, causing you to let out a small whine of disappointment.

“As much as I don’t want to stop this right now, cutie, I’m starving for some actual food, not just you.”

You let out a chuckle, arms going back down to rest on his shoulders, “You’re such a tease.”

“Says the one wearing nothing but my shirt,” he flirted, a shit-eating grin plastered on his face once again. “Looks great on you, by the way. Makes your ass and thighs look fantastic. Especially your thighs.”

“I do, in fact, have something on under, mister,” you retorted, “But if you’re that hungry, I guess we could go scrounge up something, but by we, I mean me. We both know you can't cook for shit.”

“Ouch, that one stung.”

“It’s not that bad if I like cooking and you like eating it. Plus, you get to stare at my thighs all you want while I do so.”

“A win is a win,” he lifted one hand off your hips to cup your cheek. “Shall we then?”

“To the kitchen!” you giggled.

Nightowl gave you one last kiss on your forehead before putting his hand down, allowing you to get up off of him and the bed. He followed suit, loosely holding your hand. With that, you led the way out of the bedroom and into the kitchen to start your long date day at 2 pm.

#blooming panic #bloomic #blooming panic fanfic #bloomic fanfic #nightowl #blooming panic nightowl #bp nightowl #bloomic nightowl #blooming panic x reader #nightowl x reader #bp nightowl x reader #bloomic nightowl x reader #sfw

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vminjackbaddie · 4 months ago

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Feeling Lucky

authors note: eye...haven't written a one shot in such a long time but his recent activity on ig has got me in shambles and I'd like the chance to try again. now forgive me because I've always written in first person but you can still pretend. also im super rusty so im sorry if this comes out cheesy lol I am not an expert for sure! lastly, please don't repost or claim as your own. I appreciate y'all pairing: female reader & jackson wang | 1st person word count: 3.4k+ summary: it's been a lot of trial and error: using dating apps in hopes you find a serious relationship and for the third time, you find yourself disappointed with someone, feeling cursed and very unlucky. to help get your mind off of things, you go visit your best friend at the bar with 0 intentions except to enjoy yourself until jackson walks in with his own group of friends. he's eyeing you, you're eyeing him but will either one of you make a move? or will you let your "cursed" theory ruin any chance with him? genre: mature | strangers to lovers au | angst | one shot | kinda soft | fluff warnings: 21+ ONLY! some cursing, making out, small mentions of heartbreak

“…and that’s exactly why I believe dogs are far superior to cats…”

He kept rambling, spewing nonsense. Is this really my life right now? How am I sitting here, listening to this man go on and on about why dogs are better than cats? Is this supposed to be life-changing information? Definitely not! And just for the record, cats are just as good—if not better.

To make matters worse, I wish I could say this was my first bad date in ages, but that would be a lie. A month ago, I signed up for a dating app, and while things started off strong, the past two weeks have led me to men with halitosis, nonstop misogynistic comments, and now this guy: a man who thinks his monologue is more interesting than asking about me.

Without hesitation, I pulled out my phone and decided to use the old bathroom excuse.

“Excuse me—sorry. Just give me a minute. I’ll be right back,” I said, trying not to trip over my heels as I pushed my chair back, ready to make my escape.

“Take your time! When you get back, we can talk about the ghost in my parents’ basement!” he shouted as I walked away.

I raised an eyebrow, knowing it was now or never. Ghosting isn’t my usual move, but it felt like my only option. Luckily, there was an exit door next to the women’s restroom, and I made a beeline for it. I attempted to call my best friend to fill her in on the disaster, but I reached her voicemail, followed by a quick text:

[Hey, I’m working. You okay?]

Ugh. I completely forgot she was on a shift at Oasis, a local bar. But that might not be a bad idea. I could definitely use some company and a distraction. I hopped into my car and rushed to get inside before he realized I wasn’t coming back, quickly texting her:

[Hiiii~ nvm! I’m coming by. See you soon!]

The message was brief, and as I sat at the first red light, I surprisingly didn’t feel guilty. Isn’t that awful? But honestly, while I felt bad about the first two dates, this third one confirmed that maybe my days with dating apps were over. I felt cursed—searching for real love for so long only to have every potential match turn sour as soon as we met. So tonight (and perhaps for the rest of my life), I decided to focus on enjoying myself.

Oasis wasn’t far. Within five minutes, I was in line to get in. While I waited, I noticed the coffee shop guy had bombarded me with at least eight messages, calling me every name in the book for bailing.

“Wow,” I muttered, scrolling through his barrage of insults.

“Looks like you dodged a bullet,” the bouncer said as I finally reached him.

“What? Oh yeah, he’s definitely a piece of work,” I replied, blocking his number while handing over my ID.

“You came to the right place.” He nodded as he returned my ID. While he recognized me from previous visits, I wasn’t in the mood to chat with another guy about my problems. I simply made my way to the bar.

“Danielle!” I called, spotting my best friend as I slid onto the first empty barstool. The bar wasn’t too crowded, but the dance floor was alive, and it felt great to soak in the energy after those awful messages.

“Another bad date?” she asked, handing me my favorite drink.

“Oh, it was so bad, Danielle! I just don’t know what’s wrong with me!”

“I don’t think it’s you. Sometimes men just suck, and dating app guys are a whole different level of awful,” she chuckled.

“I’m starting to think it might be time to give up.”

She sighed. “You always say that. But remember what I tell you: you’re more likely to find the right one when you’re not stuck playing 40 questions over a screen.”

She patted my hand for reassurance, and I felt a little lighter.

“Don’t beat yourself up—we’ve all been there. Just enjoy your drink.”

I nodded, acknowledging she was right.

“Okay, but no more than three drinks tonight. I don’t want you getting in trouble again for giving away too many free ones.”

We both laughed as I took a sip while she attended to the next guest.

About an hour later, I was on my third drink, and let me tell you, I was feeling it. “Slightly tipsy” was the best way to describe it, and I was really vibing with the music pouring from the speakers. However, I wasn’t much of a dancer. Sitting at the bar, swaying back and forth in my little bubble, felt just right. I could have kept it up all night, but then I heard an uproar from the dance floor.

Curious, I turned to see what all the commotion was about. Right in the center of the crowd was a group of guys dancing like nobody was watching, and they were good. But the one drawing everyone’s attention wasn’t the loudest or most flamboyant; instead, it was the guy making the subtlest moves. His presence alone was magnetic, giving him an air of mystery that was incredibly alluring.

I found myself standing up, inching closer to get a better view. I didn’t want to get too close—just close enough to appreciate his every move. But maybe that was the mistake, because as soon as I got within range, I was completely captivated. He wore all black: a fitted tank top, loose black pants, and sturdy boots. His shaggy hair was a striking lilac or lavender color, cascading over his forehead. It felt wrong, but the thought of getting his attention flickered in my mind. The only problem? I was supposed to be enjoying myself, not fantasizing about some guy.

“Y/N!” Danielle’s voice broke through my thoughts, and I turned to see her waving me over. That was my cue: stay away from him. After all, it was clear why there were at least ninety girls surrounding him—or so it seemed.

What I didn’t realize was that her shout had caught his attention too, because when I looked back just before walking away, we locked eyes.

“Oh god,” I mumbled to myself, quickly diverting my gaze as he flashed me a gentle smile. The only thing I could manage was a quick nod before I hurried back to the bar, eager to escape any further embarrassment.

“What were you doing over there?” Danielle asked as I settled back into my seat.

“Did you not see those guys? They were amazing!” I nearly pointed but caught a glimpse of him and his friends gathering at the other end of the bar.

“Those guys?” she asked, tilting her head in their direction. “Oh yeah, they’re here every Friday, or so.”

I rolled my eyes. “Of course.”

For some reason, that realization made him feel completely out of reach. I shouldn’t have even considered approaching him, but the thought lingered. Now, with him just ten feet away, it was impossible not to steal glances as I tried to finish what was left of my drink.

“Need another?” I heard a male voice say.

I looked over to find a glass of Hennessy right beside my hand. My gaze lifted to meet the exact guy from the dance floor, and I was shocked. Why was he talking to me? Where were his friends? Regardless, I needed to play it cool; I didn’t want to come off as desperate.

“No, I’m good,” I replied shortly. “This is my third one, anyway.” I barely made eye contact, taking another sip.

“Is that why you were almost on the dance floor?” he joked.

“Maybe. But how would you know?” I finally turned my body toward him.

He took a small sip of his drink. “I saw you—almost as soon as you walked up. I was waiting for you to join in.”

“I’m sure the other ninety women were more than enough for you,” I retorted.

“Damn. Don’t do that,” he said with a smirk.

“Don’t do what? Point out the obvious?” I chuckled. That’s when I really started to feel the liquid courage kicking in. To be honest, I had a lot of animosity toward men right now, and he was my first target. This could either go really well or extremely badly.

“I’m not just another girl for you to toy with, okay? You think I didn’t see all the smirking and body rolling on that dance floor? Keep it over there.” My finger landed on his chest. “And don’t bring your fuckboy act over here.”

He smirked again, taking another sip before resting his hand over my finger that was still resting on his chest. God, why was he so attractive? I’d said enough, so why couldn’t I just get up and leave?

“Let me be clear…” His voice was low and husky, and I barely noticed he had leaned in closer, making my hand rest against his chest. “If I had any intentions with the other women on that floor, or if I were the fuckboy you think I am, then why am I over here with you?”

His eyes searched mine as if trying to find something beyond the asshole persona I was attempting to project.

“Touche,” I responded, quickly pulling my hand back. I finished off my drink, trying to distract myself from getting lost in his gaze. “What’s your name?”

“Jackson,” he said with a smile, clearly pleased that I wasn’t trying to push him away any further. “And you?”

“Y/N,” I replied shyly, worried I might have ruined the rest of the conversation. Just then, another song played, and the crowd erupted again, making us both break our unannounced staring contest and look at the dance floor. The same guys he had arrived with were back out there, cutting loose. I noticed Jackson subtly mimicking their moves.

“You should join them!” I yelled over the music.

“Nah, it’s okay. I’d rather be dancing with someone else,” he said, slowly bringing his gaze back to me.

I rolled my eyes, smirking a little. “Could you be any more corny?”

“No,” he smirked, grabbing my hand and pulling me closer. We were chest to chest now, locked in each other's gaze. “But I’d like the chance to show you what I can do on the dance floor.”

I glanced back at Danielle, who had been watching the whole exchange. My expression should’ve been a dead giveaway for help, but instead, she winked at me. What the hell? She wasn’t helping at all.

“Come on,” he said, breaking our gaze and taking my hand. He led me to the dance floor. “I don’t expect anything more than for you to just feel the music.” He moonwalked to the center of the dance floor.

How could I possibly keep up with that? I barely had rhythm as it was, but that didn’t stop him from pulling me closer. The liquid courage needed to kick in any minute now because I had never been more nervous than I was at that moment.

He turned me around so that my back pressed against his chest, swaying slowly behind me, guiding my body to move in harmony with his. I felt as if I were in a trance, his hands exploring my waist in a way that was both respectful and undeniably sensual. His nose brushed against my hair, and I could feel my eyes fluttering shut, surrendering to his lead as I let the music envelop me. I placed my hands over his, turning my head slightly to bring his face closer to mine, anticipating the moment our lips might meet. But just then, the tempo of the music shifted, shattering the spell we were under. I smiled as we both paused, realizing that our moment had come to an end.

I turned to face him, and I noticed his friends slowly approaching from behind.

“Alright! We see you!” one of them called out.

“Get lost,” he replied, feigning annoyance, which made them all chuckle.

“Sorry, man! We were just about to grab another drink. You coming?”

He glanced back at me. “Yeah, actually. I’ll be right there.” They nodded and headed off, and he turned back to me.

“You know you don’t have to stick around. I wasn’t exactly nice to you a few minutes ago.”

He shrugged. “I can get drinks with them anytime.” He took my hand again and led me back to my original spot at the bar to order another drink. As we waited, he turned to look at me.

“But what was with all that attitude? Was it really just because of how you viewed me?”

I shook my head. “No... just... bad dates.”

He nodded slowly, as if he understood more than I realized.

“Men ain’t shit,” he started, his tone serious. “And I mean that. I don’t know what you’ve been through, and it’s really none of my business, but can I offer you some advice?”

“Sure,” I replied, still swaying to what we could hear of the music.

“Don’t assume every guy you meet is going to be like the last. I know that’s tough, but calling me a fuck boy was a bit much.” He whined playfully, laughter escaping him. “Though, I have to admit, it was pretty funny.”

“Yeah, I’m sorry... I really shouldn’t have said that—” Just then, my favorite song blared through the speakers. Tinashe’s “Nasty” filled the air, and the energy shifted.

“I LOVE THIS SONG!” I shouted, letting go and fully immersing myself in the music. Whatever liquid courage I had left finally surfaced, and I danced like I’d never danced before. I was so caught up in the moment that I didn’t even notice Danielle bringing him another drink; he simply stood there, a huge smirk on his face, watching me.

“Is somebody gonna match my freak...” I began to sing loudly, draping my arms over his neck and leaning in close, letting my hands glide slowly over his chest.

He watched intently as I continued belting out the lyrics. The way he sipped his Hennessy while keeping his gaze fixed on me made my stomach flip. Somehow, I managed to maintain my composure, still singing and letting my hands roam lower, tracing over his abdomen, which made his breath catch.

“Easy...” he murmured, and I couldn’t help but smirk. I had no idea what was happening, but I was enjoying every moment.

I leaned back into his space, my arm wrapped around his neck as the chorus looped again, the constant refrain of “I’ve been a nasty girl” echoing in my ears. I sang every word, body rolling against him while his free hand trailed down my side and rested at my waist. With his other hand, he finished his drink and set the glass down, then placed his palm at the small of my back.

We were mere inches apart; I could feel his breath against my lips, and it made me freeze as the music began to fade into the background. At that moment, I was intoxicated by his scent, and there was no way I could back down now. I’d been in his face for nearly three minutes, singing about being a nasty girl—what else could I expect?

“You singing all of that makes me want to do a lot more than just dance with you...” he whispered. “But that would be disrespectful on our first meeting.”

Good god. At this point, he could have done anything to me; a man who shows respect is the sexiest thing a girl could ask for.

“Then what can you do that wouldn’t be ‘disrespectful’?”

I knew I was asking for it, but I couldn’t help myself. At this rate, I wanted him to make a move.

He chuckled softly, brushing his nose against mine as our faces inched closer together. One hand cupped my face, while the other rested on my hip. I felt his body draw nearer, moving slightly as the music began to swell again, creating a bubble around just the two of us. I slowly closed my eyes, fully aware of what was about to happen. The build-up was intoxicating. I could have closed the distance myself, but something urged me to savor the moment. He began to turn my body until my back was against a wall, his hands landing on either side of me, brushing his lips against mine. When I opened my eyes, I saw him glancing between my eyes and my mouth, so close I could nearly taste him.

My hands moved to cup his neck as we tilted our heads, our lips nearly meeting once more. He was teasing me mercilessly, and damn, was he good at it.

“May I?” he asked, brushing his nose against mine again. There he went again with that respect.

“Please,” I nearly begged, and he slowly closed the gap between us, finally kissing me after what felt like an eternity of anticipation.

Our lips moved in perfect harmony, just like how we danced. His hands slid from the bar back around my waist, while mine fumbled to find their place. I felt most at ease tangling one hand in his hair while the other rested at his side. The kiss deepened as our tongues battled for dominance, making me want to nibble at his bottom lip to tease him even more. But just like that, it was over. He pulled away, leaving me craving more.

We were both breathless, but it was more than worth it. I even heard Danielle cheering quietly behind me, which made us glance at her and shake our heads in amusement.

“I’m sorry. If I’d kept going—”

I raised a finger to his lips. “It’s fine,” I smiled. “There’s always next time.”

He nodded. “I hope it made your night a little better.”

His smile was enchanting, and I could tell he genuinely meant it, which made me feel incredible.

“Mission accomplished.” I gave him a quick peck. “Now, stay in touch.”

“Wait. You’re leaving?” he frowned.

“No!” I laughed. “Danielle’s my ride home since I’ve had a couple of drinks.”

“Smart. I like it,” he teased, locking his gaze with mine again. “Care to dance once more before the night ends?”

“Are you sure you don’t want to get back to your boys?” I asked, noticing them still on the dance floor.

“Look, those are my best friends. I can dance, drink, and whatever else with them anytime,” he assured me. “They’ll understand if I keep dancing with you. And while this may be our last dance tonight, I hope to see you again, outside of this bar.”

I felt a blush creeping up my cheeks. Who would have thought one bad night would turn into something so lucky?

“Deal,” was all I could think to say before he pulled me back out to the dance floor, where we danced until the sun rose.

#jackson wang fanfic #babbling!*#I literally wrote this and then posted without tags bc I got super scared. I still am. please me kind lol

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bozepomagaj · 1 year ago

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UH-OH!

College AU!Trigun (part 4)

Summary: You were finally there, but as per usual, Nai just had to ruin this for you. You just couldn't keep your mouth shut anymore and you had to speak up which managed to change the entire trajectory of your life (but not really.)

A/N: LORDDD I stalled this one for far too long, but I hope people like it as much as the previous installment! Don't have much to say except please enjoy some angst, I got a little rusty cuz I haven't written any in a while. This wasn't proof read so there might be mistakes here and there woopsies

CW: light swearing, Nai has PTSD, mentions of death, mentions of attempted rape

Word count: 3.4k

<[previous part]

You were currently sitting down in a luxury, dimly-lit living room. The sugary smell of a vanilla candle filled your senses, easing your mind far more efficiently than expected. Sat across you was a stern-looking Nai staring daggers at you at this point. You could tell he wasn't delighted by the idea of having you in his apartment. Well, it wasn't really his. It belonged to his brother as much as it did to him. And to his absolute demise, Vash couldn't be more delighted to have you here with him. However, he was currently in the kitchen getting you some cookies as he brewed up some tea. He was quick to attach himself to your side again, setting the cat-shaped cup in front of you with a couple of chocolate chip cookies. Cute, you think to yourself.

So, heard you two are working on some project together?

„Thesis. It's a thesis.“

Nai interrupted. He couldn't even let his own brother talk without interrupting him. God, he was so frustrating to deal with. I mean, how can someone so professional-looking act like a total kid in situations like these?

„Yeah, we're working on a short thesis-„

„Short? A proper thesis should have at least 50 pages-„

„Can you shut up and let me talk?“

You decided to reciprocate and stare daggers back at him. The last thing you were going to do was let him interrupt you. The scowl on his face was quick to form as he straightened his back probably getting ready to debate you but thankfully the sweetheart next to you stepped in.

„Hey, hey, no reason to fight. I mean, it's a project for that stupid little event, right? No need to overwork yourself.“

Nai cleared his throat, relaxing back in his arm-chair. You guessed Vash was his weak point but for him to back down so easily was still a little surprising.

„That doesn't mean we shouldn't give it our all. We should still put in as much effort as possible to be a good example for all the younger generations.“

Your mouth hung open. Was he serious? Everyone knows no one reads those things. The only reason people even came to this stupid event was to get free snacks and skip out on class, common knowledge. He couldn't possibly be that naive and think that people would be reading them. Hell, if even one person read it, you'd be surprised. You roll your eyes at him and sigh audibly, making your own annoyance very obvious.

„People rarely read those. Sure, we should make sure it's not nonsensical slop but can you really write a high-quality, in-depth, proper thesis in 2 weeks? C'mon, use your brain.“

Nai stiffened yet again. It's like you knew how to push all his buttons subconsciously. Or maybe you did it on purpose. Not like he could read your mind.

„If we pull a couple of all-nighters and work on it every day, I'm sure we can make an exceptional thesis.“

This time you were the one getting heated. You learned that yes, putting in effort can be very beneficial at the end. But this? You knew damn well no one would care if you made the greatest piece in all of history because, in the end, they'll end up shoving it in the depths of some closet for it to never see the light of day again. It was stupid.

„You cannot be serious right now, I'm not pulling all-nighters for a damn thesis we need to do for an event. You can do that by yourself.“

Vash's attention kept jumping from Nai to you. He could tell this wasn't going anywhere pleasant. And he was never the type to enjoy seeing people fight. Plus, your tea was getting cold. He suddenly rose from his seat.

„Nai, I need to talk to you.“

Nai immediately got up and followed Vash to his room but Vash stayed behind to give you a comforting smile, almost like reassuring you.

„They aren't good company-„

„I don't give a single shit if you think they're good or bad company. They saved my life Nai. God knows what would've happened if those two guys managed to drag me to that room.“

Vash didn't feel like sharing all the details about his encounter at the party, knowing it would just fuel Nai's ego further that he was right, that Vash shouldn't be going anywhere near those parties. If you asked him, Vash should be attending school from home, in the comfort of his own bed while Nai makes sure he's fine. Because after all, he's the only thing he has left.

He still remembers that day so very vividly. That morning he got into a fight with Rem, all because she ate his pudding. It wasn't anything big but he was a kid and he was still getting adjusted to living together with his adoptive mother. After breaking her favorite vase in a fit of rage, he got grounded.

„Young man, go to your room now. And no going out or and no piano for the next week, you hear me!?“

She yelled after him as he ran off into his room, slamming the door behind him. He deserved it. She had every right to lash out at him. And yet why did she feel so... guilty? Maybe it was because she knew he had anger issues that he used as a way to keep people away, even the ones he loved. It wasn't his fault but she still had to step in from time to time to stop him from overdoing it. She sighed, leaning on the counter, a hand covering her eyes. She didn't want to cry. Not in front of Vash. But it was already too late as the young boy immediately bolted to her side and latched onto her in hopes it would somehow comfort her. She looked aside at him, holding back the tears.

„Vash, how do I make your brother like me? I just... I want him to know that there are people who love him and are there for him, that's all.“

„We could go buy him his pudding?“

She laughed at his response. She shouldn't be asking him such difficult questions, he was still just a kid. However, it wasn't a bad idea.

„Go grab your jacket honey. Let's get some more pudding. This time we're getting the big pack.“

Vash's reaction was instantaneous. He bolted to the hallway and grabbed both his and Nai's jacket but before he could go to his brother's room, Rem stopped him and shushed him.

„It's gonna be a surprise, okay?“

He nodded. Soon enough the two of them left. The apartment went silent. Nai had this tendency to sleep off his anger so he directly went to his bed and fell asleep in seconds. By the time he woke up, it was strangely quiet. Vash wasn't on the other side of the room, reading his books or playing with his toys. And Rem wasn't knocking on the door to ask if he was okay. Weird, he thought. He decided to go out, he's a big boy after all. He's 10 and soon enough he won't have enough fingers to count how old he is. The rain hit hard against the windows. Just when did it start raining so heavily? Looking out the window, it was hard to determine what time of day it was since it was so godawfully dark. Opening the door that led to the rest of the house suddenly felt chilling. The hallway was the same yet it somehow felt so big, too big in complete darkness. With careful steps, he sneaked into the living room. Empty. He tried turning the light on but to no avail. Rem always complained about the fuse box when this happened. She'd also always tell him not to mess with it when the power went out, opting to either call her or the neighbor if she wasn't home. Then again, that was last year. Now he was bigger, smarter, he could figure it out so he went down into the basement but not without grabbing a flashlight beforehand. The fuse box stood out to him because Rem conveniently labeled it as 'fuse box'. He lost track of time once he started looking at the little bits inside of it: it was an older model so it had a bunch of switches and he frankly wasn't big enough to figure out what switch did what. What finally made him snap out of his thoughts was the sudden loud noise upstairs. The doors opened. But it sure as hell wasn't Vash or Rem. Nai ran and sat next to the washing machine, hoping whatever or whoever just came inside wasn't going to hurt him. He heard more footsteps rushing in, his little heart unable to handle all this stress. Tears spilled over as he gripped his mouth, praying he wouldn't make a sound until he heard a familiar voice call to him. It was the neighbor. But even when he recognized the voice he just couldn't get himself to move. Before he knew it though he was being held by the neighbor as he sobbed into the poor boy. Maybe it was instinct but like an animal, he began clawing the man off of him, he didn't want his hands on him right now and yet the moment he saw 2 large men in uniforms he couldn't be more glad to be in the hands of someone familiar. Nothing about them looked recognizable so it felt like the safest place he could be right now was in the arms of his neighbor, who he spoke to maybe 3 times. Everything after that was a complete and utter blur. The police sat him down to explain things to him, and he followed them into the big car until they arrived at the big hospital. He only remembered small bits and images but nothing else. Except one thing. The clear image of Vash, strapped to what seemed a thousand tubes. His entire body was wrapped up in bandages, blood steadily seeping through them. It's ironic how this one image that he only saw for maybe half a second due to all the doctors who were quick to surround his brother's fragile body has managed to engrave itself into his mind so deeply, how he can even tell you the brand of the loud, buzzing machines that kept him alive. The image that makes him throw up to this very day. At that same moment, a young nurse, probably an intern, whose makeup had been ruined turned him around to face her and through loud sobs told him:

"I'm sorry honey but your mom isn't here. And she won't be coming back.“

And then it all blurred again. The human brain is fascinating to Nai, how your body, mind, and soul can torture you with images. It's your body, doesn't that mean there should be some balance? That if you hate something, you won't think about it or remember it ever again? Nai was completely lost in thought, a single sentence made him spiral back into the unwanted memories he tried so hard to keep locked away in the back of his head and Vash knew. Those eyes of his were always so deep and mysterious, it's like he held the entire universe in them but in moments like these, it seemed like every star was painfully ripped out of the dark sky and thrown off into the deep abyss turning his bright baby blues into a dark ocean of nothingness. He gently put a hand on his brother's shoulder to make him snap out of his trance.

„Nai.“

One word. That's all he needed from him. To him Vash was everything. After that day, after the day he almost lost him for the second time he couldn't even imagine what life would be like without him.

„Please. Just be nice to them. What they did means a lot to me.“

A small smile graced his face. The face he vowed to protect. If they meant this much to Vash, then who was he to deny this happiness to Vash?

„I'll try my best.“

„You always do.“

A silent smile was shared in this moment. Most would say that Vash melted Nai's cold heart but that wasn't true. The heart he had beat with nothing but pure, sinless love however, he's imprisoned it with chains of anguish and grief, like a songbird in a cage. It's caged in for who knows how long because its caring owner believes it's far too pristine and unsullied for the harsh world outside, it simply wouldn't survive. So it cries, it cries a beautiful song of pain and heartbreak that falls on deaf ears, and the people praise it for the sound of its cries for help. Truly such an unfortunate soul, to have all your freedom taken away from you by this owner. The only issue was that Nai was the rightful owner of this heart, this heart that he enslaved and never let anyone hear again.

They leave their shared room and you snap your head back at them, watching Nai's every move. They were in there for quite some time, what could've possibly happened in there?

„I'm willing to compromise. We can do as you suggested.“

Finally, he sounded reasonable. You nod at him and he leads you to his room. A place he rarely lets people in, let alone someone like you. But he couldn't stand to see Vash mad at him, so he did as he was told. You both sit down and after some small talk, you begin to work. This all felt... weird. Time passed by quickly and you didn't feel unwanted in his room, on the contrary, the very arrangement of the room felt like you were in some paradise. Everything had a place where it belonged perfectly and although he was a minimalist, it still looked so... cool. It felt comfortable here, but not in a good way. This wasn't the Nai you knew, the one who always threw insults your way and ignored you purposefully. No, this one was reasonable, kind even. The way Vash made him change in an instant made so many questions pop into your mind. You've heard of all the „twin telepathy“ jokes and how they're so in touch with each other's emotions and in this rare case, it seemed like it was real. Like they could read each other's mind. Or maybe Vash could. You wouldn't be surprised, considering he knew just how to cheer everyone up. Everything was eerily silent and going well. So of course you had to put a stop to that.

„Since we're already here and it's just us, I wanna ask. What's your problem?“

Your curiosity got the best of you and who could blame you? All this time, all you wanted to know was why the guy hated you so much and didn't even give you a chance to befriend him. Maybe you put him in an uncomfortable situation once and forgot or maybe he was just a jackass. The answer to your question would be given shortly.

„What in the world are you on about?“

„Don't pretend. I tried to talk to you on so many occasions, I'd say hi to you every single day. I genuinely tried to be nice to you and the only response I got from you were nasty comments. The least you could do is tell me what I did to make you hate me.“

He looked at you, dumbfounded. In a way, he looked funny. Like a kid who just got caught stealing from a jar of cookies. He glances aside once. Twice. Three times.

„Well?“

Your voice gets louder. Just what is going on in that head of his? He doesn't dare to look you in the eyes as he speaks, finding the floor awfully gorgeous on this lovely day.

„I thought you were making fun of me.“

Silence would've fallen over both of you if you didn't make the most loud 'HUH' sound in existence. After letting the man gather his thoughts he continued.

„I thought you were teasing me or mocking me. I didn't think you actually wanted to befriend me.“

This just made you spiral. Was it your tone? Your face? The way you dress? What could've possibly given him that idea? You took a deep breath, settling your head in your hands. Okay, so this was all just a big misunderstanding and you were both assholes. No big deal. You decided to speak up but also found the floor to be awfully intriguing today.

„I'm sorry. I really didn't mean for it to come off like that, I genuinely thought we could be friends and I tried befriending you. I'm hoping you can forgive me and I don't know, maybe we can start over?“

He finally found the courage to stop staring at the damn floor and looked at you, who still hasn't found that courage. He never got used to this feeling of guilt because he rarely felt it, often justifying his actions with a 'they deserved it'. But you didn't deserve it.

„I'm willing to overlook the past few weeks if you are. It'd be appropriate of me, considering what you did for Vash.“

A tiny smile graced his face. A smile indirectly caused by you. You felt like exploding right now because your plan to 'get his ass' just went to shit when he looked at you like some sort of a puppy. You couldn't get back at him for it because you had no reason. You felt guilt, surprise, happiness, so many emotions at once. So you thought of the next best thing.

„Where's your bathroom?“

You could tell this was the last thing he expected you to say but he told you which room and you bolted right out of there the second he finished his sentence. This went in all the wrong and unexpected ways that it could've! You were here to teach this guy a lesson, to make him feel guilty for the way he acted, and sure he does feel guilty but you can't possibly be mad at him now that you heard his side of the story. And now what? You go back in there, tell him the truth, and make the guy hate you even more or two. The better option. Suppress the guilt as much as possible and do your best to befriend him. That felt weird though, didn't it? Are you really willing to go and befriend someone whose nickname was Knives? You didn't have a choice, you were running out of time and options, staying in the bathroom would probably worry them and that wouldn't be pleasant. You slam the door open, determined to make this right. And thank God you did because Vash already started heading to the door and before he got to ask you anything you were in Nai's room.

„Sorry. If it's okay with you, I wouldn't mind starting over and at least trying to be friends. Even with Vash's situation aside, I'd genuinely like to get to know you better.“

You were pulling words out of your ass but it was fine as long as something kept coming out of your mouth. He was still sitting down, laptop in his hands but the thesis was long forgotten now. Surprisingly, it worked. He nodded at you.

„I'd like that.“

You plopped back down at the same spot you assigned yourself to as he began typing something on the laptop, presumably to get at least some worm done today. And now was the time for the most awkward part of every blooming friendship: getting to know each other.

„So what are you into?“

„Excuse me?“

„Do you have any hobbies?“

„I enjoy playing the piano. And I play games occasionally.“

„Woah, what? You? Playing games? I took you as more of a book nerd type of guy. No offense.“

„None taken. I don't enjoy most books because the stories are boring and repetitive, following the same exact plot lines and the love triangles bore me to death.“

„Harsh critic. That's good.“

You were making progress, conversing with Nai. It felt natural rather than forced like you expected. He still spoke in that monotone voice but it's not like it bothered you, he was clearly interested in the conversation. He then looked up at you.

„Would you like to hear me play?“

#trigun #vash the stampede #millions knives #trigun college au #trigun stampede #vash #tristamp #vash saverem #nai #vash x reader #nai x reader #x reader #trigun x reader

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seovly · 9 months ago

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lee seoho — cocksucking

pairing: seoho x gn! reader

warnings: rough blowjob, hair pulling, sub-leaning switch seoho

word count: 996

a/n: HELLO SEOHO NATION! i've never written for a kpop idol before and i don't have much experience with smut, but the number of seoho fics is so painful to look at that i had to take matters into my own hands 😭

Slow, fluttering kisses make their way up Seoho’s milky thighs, already taut with anticipation. You peek at him through lowered eyes. He's biting his lip, eyes closed shut as his chest heaves with every stuttered breath — he's so fucking sexy, always effortlessly turning heads and turning you on. And you haven't even gotten his briefs off.

“Haaa, haa…”

There's no way he's this sensitive, is he? Well, only one way to find out.

Your lips trail higher and higher, stopping at the waistband of his boxers. Seoho’s arousal is as clear as day, erection straining against the spandex and begging to be revealed. Words are unneeded in this situation; he wants to be touched, and you want to touch him — what else has to be said? But this situation only occurred in the first place because neither of you played by the book.

“Seoho. Seoho. Look at me.”

His eyes snap open, taken off-guard by the abrupt vocalisation. You almost feel bad seeing that flustered, deer-caught-in-the-headlights expression on his pretty face.

Then you take notice of his bottom lip, red and swollen, along with his sultry half-lidded eyes usually reserved for more suggestive performances, and all restraint goes out the window.

A strangled yelp escapes his mouth as you impatiently tug the elastic of his underwear down with your teeth. His cock springs out. It's at least six inches long and curved slightly to the left — and fuck, it's just as pretty as the rest of him. You can't help but lick your lips when you observe the beads of precum collecting on his tip. Your tongue darts out, tracing the crown of his cock. Seoho shivers. His breathing quickly turns erratic when you begin swirling your tongue around his cockhead. It's a little salty, but nothing you hadn't prepared for. His muscles are tight with tension — is he clutching the bedsheets? That won't do.

Without taking your mouth off of his length, you gingerly pry Seoho’s hand from the edge of the bed and guide it to your head. His eyes widen when he finally realises what you're trying to get him to do. Mind clouded from the pleasure, Seoho doesn't even hesitate to nod and obey.

Despite being as tense as a drawn bowstring, the way he runs his fingers through your hair so gently is enough incentive for you to redouble your efforts. So you do just that, taking Seoho by surprise when you suddenly reach to cup his balls, massaging them while licking thin stripes up his aching cock.

“A-ah, wait — ”

His hand flexes into a tight grip in your hair, legs trembling as shuddered gasps make their presence known right above your head. You can't suppress the smile on your lips. That burn on your scalp? That's exactly what you were aiming for. But he didn't pull as hard as you'd prefer, so you have to push him still. You lower your head.

“Fuck, fuck, shit!” he cusses, the only indication of a warning before bucking his hips roughly.

You wince, feeling his cock hit the back of your throat. That's not the type of deepthroating you expected to start tonight with, but his glaring desperation is infectious.

“Sorry, I’m really s-sorry — ” is what Seoho manages to grit out before he's cut off by a groan as you take his length deeper into your mouth. You haven't done this for some time now but thankfully, if his small whines are anything to judge by, your skills haven't gone rusty. Though the fact that Seoho probably hasn't had his dick sucked in ages might be helping too. “S-shit, you feel so hot around me — ”

Another groan, but softer, suppressed. You bob your head, using your free hand to spread his legs further.

“If you keep d-doing that, I won't… I won't...”

The staccato rhythm of his breathing, accompanied by the tiniest of whimpers, is music to your ears. Gradually, the crescendo approaches; you can tell by how his grip tightens, his sweet moans growing in both pitch and frequency. When Seoho begins fucking into your mouth unabashedly, you're more than happy to comply, hollowing your cheeks and enduring the discomfort in order to bring him closer to his high.

What you don't appreciate is his futile attempts at pulling you off when his climax nears. Seriously, the least he could do was let you enjoy the fruits of your labour after all you've done for him.

“Fuck! Fuck — cumming!”

Seoho’s eyes roll into the back of his head; his body stiffens, his hand holding your head firmly in place as hot, sticky cum shoots into your mouth from his twitching cock.

You glance upwards, taking in the sight of his fucked-out face — pupils blown wide and expression contorted in ecstasy — and it's obvious that his movements are driven by raw instinct, thrusts already weakening but showing no sign of stopping of their own accord.

But you're not complaining. God knows how long you've been waiting to have one of your holes stuffed full of his cock, and now that it's happening, you're going to relish in the moment.

After what seems like forever, he slowly pulls out, allowing you to swallow his thick load without obstruction. You rub your sore jaw absentmindedly, but he catches the action.

“I'm sorry,” he whispers, cheeks reddening. Seoho reaches out to caress your face, squeezing and prodding messily but hey, it's the thought that counts.

“If you're sorry, you'll help me out, right?”

His breath hitches. Seoho can only watch, enraptured, as you shuffle out of your pants. When they drop to the floor, he wastes no time in repaying the favour.

“Yeah. Come here,” Seoho murmurs, wrapping an arm around your waist and seating you down on his warm lap. You shift in place, grinding against his crotch as he trails chaste kisses down your neck. Unable to hold back a whine, you shiver when he smirks against your skin, proud of his handiwork. Without any prompting, Seoho slips his hand into your underwear.

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thatoddgent · 2 years ago

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Request? Open? Well don’t mind if I do. Could you maybe write me some fluff to gentle smut with AFAB reader, dewdrop and aether or rain/Swiss (really any ghoul, your pick). And could reader go by he/they or they/them (whatever is easiest ❤️), Curley short black hair and allot smaller than dew? 💕💕💕💕💕🫶🏻 your the best, take your time, I love you, get some rest, meal and water!

I’m watching! 🦆

Togetherness (Dew/Aether x Reader)

Thank you so much for requesting again! It's really fun trying to figure out how to write for these guys, and I really hope that you like it. I haven't written smut especially in a really long time so I'm sorry if I'm a bit rusty!

A/N: First smut on the page, I'm still trying to figure out the personalities I want for each of the ghouls, it's been a little harder for the guys for some reason. I'm keeping the snark/attitude that a lot of people write for Dew but toning down the straight up douchiness, and I'm thinking of going for sarcastic but very caring and goofy for Aether, basically combining bits of fanon and their stage presence.

Characters Notes: AFAB transmasc reader, he/they pronouns. Short and petite, dark curly hair (some details might not be mentioned)

Genre: Smut/Fluff

Warnings: Established poly relationship, threesome, unprotected sex, p in v sex, oral/handjob, gentle hair pulling (more gripping than pulling). Nothing is super hardcore, meant to be very lovey dovey. Not proof read, but y'all probably guessed that lmao.

The halls of the ministry were quiet, most people still laying in their beds trying to make the most of any sleep they can squeeze out from the day. The sun began to rise, warm light flooding in through the stained glass windows, drowning the stone walls in gorgeous colors.

Luckily, all bedrooms were equipped with beautiful velvet curtains that shielded tired eyes from the hurtful rays. Though, that didn't always stop a few glimpses of light from finding their way in, and today that stray beam made its home in the face a ghoul, whom had been nuzzled beside their lovers under their sheets.

Eyes shut tight, he groaned softly and wiped the sleep from his eyes, looking over to see if either of the other two had been awoken as well. A smile crept its way to his lips at the sight, you and Dew were still fast asleep, huddling closer to compensate for the lack of warmth the larger ghoul had been providing just a moment prior.

With a yawn and a stretch, Aether pulls himself from the comfort of his shared bed, starting his morning routine while letting the two of you sleep in. He took a look at the clock that was hanging on the wall, there was still a bit of time left before the church bells range, he may as well do something productive to make use of the time. He pick a shirt from the closet and throws it on along with his mask, no one should be up yet so no sense in trying to look pretty.

Making his way to the door, he makes sure to open it softly as to not wake the both of you. Once out of the room he makes his way to the kitchen to make his morning coffee.

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Light shines on your face and your eyes flutter open, you try to look around to see what's going on and wince a bit at the sudden change in brightness.

Looking up, your eyes meet the backside of your larger lover, and you can't help but crack a small smile.

Aether stands at the window at the end of the bed, opening one side of the curtains in an attempt to let some light in. He turns around to return to what he was doing but catches a glimpse of you in the process and makes his way over to you.

"I'm sorry love," his voice still gravely and tired "I didn't mean to wake you."

He nestles a hand in your hair and pulls you head closer to his chest, gingerly placing a kiss at the top of your head.

"I was due to wake up soon anyways," you assure him "Don't wanna get a headache."

A loud snore is heard from behind you, and you both chuckle a bit. Dew has a tendency to sleep in late in you let him, he's always more awake at night and tries his best to avoid any fresh sunlight.

Another snore is interrupted by Dewdrop waking up, his head snapping in the direction of you and Aether. His eyes squint, and he reaches his arms out to grab you by the hips, yanking you back into his chest.

"Really just gonna leave me for another man? I thought you were better than that."

He talks right in your ear, his voice low and a bit raspy, it sends a small shiver down your spine.

"Alright you ass, give him some room," Aether lets out a hearty little laugh. "Just woke up and you're already in a mood."

You wiggle your way out from Dew's grip and shimmy out of the covers, seething a bit as your bare feet touch the cold floor. As you go to stand up, Aether pulls you into a gentle kiss, your eyes going a bit wide at the unexpected action.

"Sorry, you just look... Amazing, in this light I mean."

Now that he mentions it, the light in the morning does really accentuate the details of the room, and the three of you in it. Looking up at Aether, you see how it almost radiates off of his smile. His eyes gleam, his messy hair shadows over his face just right, his shirt clinging just a bit to his arms...

You find your eyes lingering, taking in every curve, every muscle and vein, and slowly your eyes move further and further down.

Dew finds his place behind you again, wrapping his arms around you and resting his head on the top of yours. Looking down, he spots you staring, and maybe it's jealousy or maybe he just wants to start something, but his head moves back down to your level and his lips just barely caress the shell of your ear.

Your breath hitches in your throat when you feel his touch.

"Didn't anyone ever tell you it's rude to stare?"

He opens his mouth and his tongue drags across your ear where his lips once rested, his teeth nip softly at your skin. Aether stands in front of the bed, watching the scene in front of him unfold curiously.

"You could at least be staring at something pretty."

The tingle that you felt earlier returns, and your eyes shut tightly. You feel a hand find its place on your jaw, pulling your gaze up just a tad, and Aether's voice rings out now, barely above a whisper.

"He didn't say to stop, did he? The bells haven't rung yet, so we have a little time for... appreciating each other."

Your eyes open and you just stare with doe like eyes, your mind racing faster than you can manage, head still fuzzy due to not being completely awake.

Dews hands slowly creep to the bottom of your shirt, lifting it slowly above your head. Aether does the same to his own clothes, him and Dew both sitting comfortably in their boxers. Your face heats up at the sight of them both, your head filling up even more with crude thoughts rendering you essentially useless.

The two ghouls look at one another a laugh, appreciating just how easily they manage to get you worked up.

Aether sits next you you on the bed, a large hand roaming you body until it finds the spot right between your legs. He applies just a bit of pressure, palming you softly through your underwear making the smallest noise escape from your throat.

Dew leaves the bed and kneels down in front of you, scattering little kisses, licks, and bites all along your thighs. The both of them focusing their attention on you, the feeling of them both, it's almost dizzying. The heat between you thighs begins to build up, and when you look down you see Aether's fingers start to shine. Dew's eyes steal your attention for a moment, a deep ember filled with lust, his pupils large and dilated, he's waiting.

Both of them are.

Ghouls are known to be predatory, and your ghouls are no different. They love the chase, they're addicted to wearing you down and toying with you until you're ready to beg for any sort of relief. As loving as they seem, they're the cruelest kind of predator really. The kind that plays with their food.

And there it is, the very thing they were waiting for. Your lips open just slightly, barely letting that single word escape from its confines.

"Please."

And just like that, you watch Dew's pupils shrink as he stand up quickly, pulling you carefully into him for a kiss. Aether leaves a few kisses on your neck before pulling his hand away from you, reaching down to pull his boxers from his hips. Once he's done he moves to help Dew with his own, both of them standing totally bare in front of you.

The two of them really are polar opposites, from personality to their body, and you're reminded of that every time the three of you have moments like this. The light of the morning makes it more obvious, Aether having decent length but more girth than he knows what to do with, and Dew being skinny but making up for it in length, it almost makes you laugh.

The kissing stops when Dew pulls away from you, he tips his head to the bed and Aether takes the hint. He sits with his back pressed against the headboard and carefully pulls you into his lap facing away from him, Dew also climbs into the bed, standing on his knees in front of you.

"Now," Dew speaks up. "You remember the drill hot stuff. You say the word and we stop, we don't want you pushing yourself this early if you can't handle it."

You nod and smile, for a man with such a huge attitude, you always appreciate the time he takes to make sure you three are comfortable together, the both of them do.

With that out of the way, both ghouls let their hands roam your body for just a minute longer before Aether lines up his hips with your own. You lower yourself slowly, letting the hands on your hips guide you on your way down. Aether presses the tip to your entrance, before gently rocking his hips and easing his way into you. You let out a comfortable sigh at the feeling of him filling you up, the subtle stretch of him always catching you by surprise. After an experimental thrust or two, you completely settle into his lap, letting every inch of you wrap around his length. A low groan slips out from his lips as he bottoms out, his hands massaging your hips while he gives you a chance to give the other ghoul some attention.

Dew must be feeling left out, because almost as soon as you and Aether give him the okay, he's placing eager kisses on your lips. They aren't hard, but they are a little messy, he isn't usually one for patience anyways. His hands snake up into your hair, gripping it carefully as he pulls away, he sits up again, and his hips sit eye level with you.

Hands still in your hair, he guides your lips closer to him, letting you move more at your own pace. You lick your lips and part them, letting the tip of his dick carefully slide between them. You bob your head slowly, going deeper with every couple of movements, earning ourself a couple of sighs from the man above you.

You get a steady pace going, wrapping a hand around the bit you can't comfortably handle and pumping it in time with your mouth. You grind a bit into Aether's hips, letting him know you're ready for the both of them now.

The feeling is always a little overwhelming at first, both of them filling you up, it should be embarrassing, but the way that they touch you, and the sweet things they mutter under their breath leaves no room for anything other than the love you feel for the both of them.

The two of them create a rhythm between them, making it so you're never left empty, it's borderline intoxicating. You try to moan, but any noise is turned into muffled whines due to your mouth being occupied. Every time you make noise, Dew can't help but buck his hips just that much deeper, they feeling of him hit the back of your throat makes your head spin again.

Aether also get ahead of himself sometimes, some thrusts turning into him grinding right against that soft spot inside of you. You can tell that the both of them are close, Dew's grip on your hair becomes tighter, and Aether's thrusts become deep and slow while he becomes a mess of praise beneath you.

"So good for us," Ather bring his lips to your ear. "You're so, so good for us."

"Perfect," Dew says, almost correcting him. "You feel so perfect."

The praise starts to become to much, and you turn into a whimpering mess, your orgasm coming close, and fast. Dew goes from smirking to biting his lip, he lets go of your hair and his hands shoot up to his mouth. You bring your lips further down around him, his dick twitching softly against your tongue as his cum shoots in the back of your mouth. An almost pathetic whimper erupts from him, his hands doing almost nothing to mask it. He pulls out from your mouth as you swallow his head dropping down to you level again.

"Like I said, perfect."

His hair falls perfectly around the both of your faces, he places a kiss to your forehead and starts to talk you through your own orgasm. Aether's thrust are starting to get messy now, and his praise has been dumbed down to simple words.

"Good... So good... So close."

He grabs your hips, a bit harder than he means to, and pulls you into his hips, grinding deep into you and letting out a guttural moan. That sound, the sudden hot feeling of him shooting everything he's got into you, that's what pushes you over the edge. Dew pulls you into a kiss to muffle your moaning, and Aether lazily thrusts into you, helping you to ride it out.

Your mind is hazy and all you can think of is the feeling of them against you. Dew pulls away from the kiss with a hand holding you cheek, and Aether pulls you backwards to lay into his chest. And just as you begin to get comfortable-

Ding. Dong. Ding. Dong.

The three of you can't help but laugh at the perfect timing, and the two men help you to sit up. Aether moves from beneath you and gather your clothes, Dew finding a clean towel to help wipe you up with. Both of them help you to get dressed before moving on to get ready themselves, but before they pull on their masks you plant a small kiss on each of their cheeks.

"You two have a good day, I love you."

The two smile, and as they begin to walk for the door, Aether give you a gentle rub on the shoulder.

"Every day I spend together with you two is a good day."

You smile, and look to Dew to see a devilish smirk on his face. He's definitely going to prove that wrong.

You laugh to yourself while they walk out the door, and as you finish up getting ready for the day, there's only one word on your mind.

Together.

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inastrangerskiss · 1 year ago

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second nature

David Finlay x Reader

content warning: none, a little angst, a lot of fluff

summary: you were hoping dinner at david's might make a bad day better.

a/n: requested by @kcloveswrestling i hope you enjoy it! i haven't written in months so i'm definitely a little rusty but it was really fun to write!

It had been, perhaps, the longest day in the history of forever.

The gray clouds overhead, residuals of a dissipating storm, seemed almost a bit too cliché given how you were feeling today.

The day had started with three back to back to back meetings, was punctuated with a spilled cup of coffee, and ended with a fifteen block trek in the pouring rain without an umbrella. The precipitation had only begun to lift as you reached your destination.

Though you had maintained a smile the entire day for the sake of your co-workers, the waterlogged socks on your feet were threatening to send you past the breaking point as you maneuvered the key in your hand into the keyhole.

As you stepped through the doorway a sense of relief washed over you. It was later than you had intended for your arrival but at least the workweek was over and you could make an attempt at relaxing. The apartment smelled of a mix of food cooking in the kitchen and the candle lit in the living room - an almost intoxicating aroma given the day you had just had.

“Hello?” You called out.

A sudden crash followed by quiet swearing met your words. Only seconds later David appeared from the kitchen, an attempt at appearing relaxed painted over his features. It hardly mattered as the expression quickly transformed into shock as he took in your drenched frame.

“You look like a drowned rat! What happened to you?” He asked, hurrying to your side to help you shed your coat.

“Wow, thanks. Can always count on you to brighten my day.” You muttered with an eye roll.

“Sorry.” David relented. “Did you get caught in that storm?”

You stood still for a moment, fixing him with a blank stare as he hung your coat on his coat rack, placing it just right so the coat had the best chance at drying before you went back to your apartment at the end of the night.

“No, I fell into my shower fully clothed.” You said sarcastically.

David shot you a disdainful look, his shoulders dropping slightly.

“Yes, I got caught in the storm.” You sighed, no longer interested in the banter. “I had to help my boss with an errand and ended up ridiculously far away from my train stop.”

“Why didn’t you use an umbrella?” He asked, genuine confusion resting on his brow.

“I didn’t bring one today.” You admitted. “It wasn’t supposed to rain though!”

“It’s the summer. There’s always a chance of rain.”

He shook his head as he made his way back to the kitchen to check on the dinner he was making, assuming you’d follow behind him to continue your conversation. Instead you stood still, collecting your thoughts as they raced through your head, your eyes trained on where your best friend had vanished around the corner.

Best friend.

This was yet another reason as to why your day - no, your week - had been a complete shitshow.

David had been the closest person to you for as long as you could remember. Everything between the two of you had always been second nature. Friends expected you to arrive at parties together and were never surprised when you left, your hand intertwined with his. They teased you, saying that you were both oblivious to the other’s real feelings but you always just laughed their words off.

“David is just a friend.” You’d insist.

He was just a friend.

And then a girl appeared. Her name was Anna? Or Amy? You hadn’t exactly spent too much time trying to memorize any details about her existence. Your awareness of her began one day when her name, adhered to an alert about a new text, popped up on David’s phone while he was making popcorn in the kitchen. He had left his phone beside you, expecting to only be gone a few minutes. You knew everyone in his life. He had introduced you to anyone that carried any sort of significance to him.

But you certainly didn’t know her.

“Who’s that?” You had asked when he finally returned.

David glanced at the name before locking his phone once more, placing it face down on the arm rest beside him and looking up to the television where your paused movie sat, frozen in place just like you.

“No one.” He had responded quickly.

There had never been secrets between you and David before.

But this certainly seemed to be a secret and its shadow was looming over the relationship the two of you had so carefully crafted.

As days passed (and David’s inability to keep anything hidden from you began to shine brightly) you learned this girl was a new friend. A friend he had gone to get drinks with the night after you first saw her name on his phone. A friend he had invited back to his place that very same night.

A friend he had slept with.

A friend he had asked out on - as he put it - an official date.

You sat at his kitchen counter in one of the uncomfortable stools that had come with the apartment, your body feeling numb as he announced this.

For as long as you had known David, relationships never got in the way. He had been in a long term relationship up until a year ago. Coincidentally, you broke up with your significant other only days after his girlfriend dumped him.

But that’s all it was - a coincidence.

Since then, neither of you had had the time or energy to get back on the market. When you weren’t working you were hanging out with one another and that had seemed to be enough. There hadn’t been anyone new to share him with. There hadn’t been anyone to take up his time.

It had just been the two of you.

And so, the week had passed, and that was how you found yourself standing stock still in his living room, wet socks on your feet and drenched hair running down your back. When he texted you, asking if you’d like to have dinner at his place, you jumped at the opportunity to spend some time with him, to forget the nightmare of a life you had been muddling through.

You heard David’s footsteps returning to where you stood, causing you to become painfully aware of how long you had been stationary.

“You coming?” He asked.

“Shit, sorry. Yeah.”

He reached a hand out to you, as though helping you to bridge the gap between the entryway and the rest of his home. You stared at it for a second.

You had held his hand a million times before. He had led you back to his kitchen by way of palm to palm connection nearly every time you had come over for a hot meal.

But, for whatever reason, this gesture felt different to you.

You looked up at his expectant, albeit confused, face.

You wracked your brain for reasons why you felt you couldn’t take his offer of physical connection. Was it because you had had a long day and everything seemed foreign and strange to you? Was it because you were certain he was seeing someone and this felt like a breach of boundaries?

He waved at you, breaking the spell of overthinking you had cast upon yourself.

That was her hand to hold. Wasn’t it?

Once more, he offered the opportunity to weave your fingers between his.

Quickly, you took it, mentally shaking off the stillness you had found. The warmth of his skin against yours caused your heart to pump just a little faster.

You tried to clear your head. He was just a friend and friends sometimes hold hands and there's nothing deeper to it. Even if there was, why would you want that? You didn’t want to date David.

Right?

You felt a newfound tension in your chest as you contemplated the question.

You had never questioned your feelings for him. Everything had always been platonic and you were more than happy to keep it that way. Anything else seemed complicated and altogether unappealing.

But, if that was all true, and you really were happy with how things had always been, then why did you feel unmitigated dread when you considered his new girlfriend holding his hand just as you were now? Why did the idea of her cuddling him on the couch make you want to turn inside out?

You looked at David as you both entered the kitchen. You hardly noticed the extraordinary mess he had created in his pursuit for the perfect dinner. You were too busy feeling horror for a newfound concept that had only just become clear to you.

You were jealous.

You tried to find ways to deny it or invalidate the thought but there was no way around it. That was the only possible explanation.

“How was your day?” Asked David, oblivious to the panic written over your face as he tended to a pot of boiling water.

You let out a heavy sigh, trying to act as normal as humanly possible.

“It was shit.” You grumbled, sitting on the stool you hated so dearly. “You need help with anything?”

“No. Just relax.” He shook his head, his eyes now trained on his phone, reviewing the recipe he was trying to follow. “Why was your day shit?”

“Just work and all that.” You offered vaguely.

David looked up at you, his eyes clear and sparkling, the smallest hint of a smile on his cheeks. “And all that? What’s all that?”

“Just, y’know, work. Life. So on. So forth.” You waved your hand in the air. “You sure you don’t need help?”

“Can you just talk to me about how your day went?” He asked, his smile deepening a fraction.

You hesitated. You weren’t sure why he was so adamant. All the same, you launched into the story of your day, complete with every messy detail and direct quotes from meetings and water cooler chats. You thought you would make him regret asking for this narrative by being so detailed but he simply nodded along, smiling at your cynical jokes and frowning when he deemed a comment from a co-worker to be too harsh.

He listened to every word, offering eye contact as often as he could to remind you he was paying attention. It made you trip over the syllables as you spoke them.

By the time you were done, David was draining the pasta into a colander and turning off the burner beneath his homemade sauce. He served himself and then you, offering your bowl of food to you with a flourish and a cheesy grin.

“I’m sorry.” He said as you both walked over to his kitchen table. “That does sound like a shit day.”

“Yeah.” You muttered.

It was quiet for a moment, the only sound coming from silverware scraping against ceramic. But then David’s head perked up.

“You only told me about work.” He said, as though he had just realized.

“And?” You asked.

“You said you were also having problems with life in general.”

You shook your head fervently. “Don’t worry. It’s too much to get into.”

“You can tell me.”

He was earnest and his face seemed genuinely interested in whatever you had to say.

You so desperately wanted to blurt out every single thought you had had in the last forty minutes but knew you couldn’t. There was no point in ruining a perfectly good evening with words that could absolutely nuke the most important relationship in your life.

You bit your lip.

You would simply have to settle for screaming them into your pillow later, when you got home.

“How’s that girl you’re seeing? Anna or Amy or whatever.” You asked, a poor attempt at changing the subject.

“Andrea?” He asked with a laugh, turning to you, almost surprised you hadn’t cared to remember her name.

“Yeah. Her.”

David’s smile persisted for a moment before dropping slowly off of his face as he turned back to his food.

“It’s fine.” He said softly.

It was your turn to pry into his life, an opportunity you were almost thankful for as the spotlight was quickly taken off of you.

“That doesn’t sound fine.” You murmured.

David groaned softly, abandoning his efforts to eat in favor of rubbing his hands over his face. Concern grew in your chest as you realized he seemed truly bothered.

Sure, you had come to the conclusion you were jealous of this girl’s relationship with him. It didn’t mean you had ever wanted to see him hurt by her.

Carefully, you put your fork down and placed your hand on his arm, causing him to lift his gaze towards you. The smile that had gradually returned was a forced one. It was trying.

“I don’t think that it’s going to work out.” He finally responded.

“Ah, shit.” You rubbed your thumb in small, comforting circles over his wrist. “I’m sorry.”

“No you’re not.” He chuckled wryly.

“Yes I am!” You protested.

“You didn’t like her.”

“I did!”

“No. You didn’t.” He spoke with finality. At first you could’ve thought he was mad at you but then he began to laugh softly to himself. “You’re really not as subtle as you think you are.”

You hesitated. You came here this evening for comfort after a horrendous day. You hadn’t expected it to get more complicated as a result.

“I just - I didn’t - it was complicated.” You sighed. “It was hard to get used to a new person. That’s all. But I’m sure I would’ve sooner or later.”

“No. I get it.” David nodded, understandingly.

“I didn’t want it to be something that broke you guys up.” You said softly, your voice almost getting lost between your bodies.

“No, no.” David reached out to place a loving hand over your arm. “Trust me. That wasn’t what broke us up.”

“No?”

“No.” He shook his head.

You looked back to your food that was likely beginning to reach room temperature. You didn’t think you could stomach it anyways. David’s eyes remained on you, as though he were trying to telepathically communicate something to you but couldn’t quite find the right wavelength.

You didn’t want to look back to him for fear your minds might actually connect.

“I’m sorry you had a shitty day.” He said.

You only shrugged. “At least I’m here now.”

“Yeah.” David paused before speaking once more. “Want to order ice cream? I know that always makes you feel better and we can-”

“Why did you break up with Andrea?” You interrupted.

David’s face went blank as he looked back at you. His eyes quickly dropped and searched the floor for anything resembling an answer.

“It just wasn’t working out.” He offered.

“Bullshit.”

“It’s true!”

“That’s not the truth.” You retorted.

He pressed his eyes shut.

“There was someone else.” He finally admitted, his words a rush as they poured from his mouth.

The sentence was short. Only four words. It still took you off your feet. How could there be someone else? How could there be another person you hadn’t known about?

Slowly, David opened his eyes and looked up to you, his face a grimace as though he were bracing for impact.

All you could manage was a small nod.

“Do I know them?” You asked.

“Yeah.”

“Who?”

You felt as though you were demanding answers now.

“Fuck.” He whispered, shaking his head from side to side as he pinched his brow.

“Who is it?” You pressed. Your tone softened slightly as you continued to speak. “You can tell me.”

“Can we talk about this somewhere else?” He asked. “Like the living room?”

“Why do we need to talk in the living room?”

“It’s just easier.”

“Than the kitchen? I-”

“Can we please just talk about this in the living room?” He pleaded.

You opened your mouth to argue but couldn’t get past the insistent look in his eyes. You had to back down.

“Fine.” You nodded, pushing your seat out and away from the table.

David followed you to the couch. There was no hand holding this time as you crossed your arms over your chest. You feared if you were to allow him that liberty it would only make whatever he was about to say ten times more devastating.

You sat with a huff and he sat beside you, his body far too close to yours for comfort. You didn’t move away, though. You let his knee press against yours, all the same.

“So, we’ve been really good friends for a while, right?” He started.

“Yes?” You asked, growing more confused and more agitated as he went on.

“And you and I spend a lot of time together, right?”

“Yes.” You nodded. “Where is this going?”

“Every relationship I’ve been in since meeting you -”

“All two of them?” You asked with a raised eyebrow and a cheeky smirk.

“All two of them.” He nodded. “In both of those relationships I was dumped-”

“Damn. 0 for 2, it seems.”

David shoved you playfully, reveling in the brief levity your commentary added to what he was trying to say.

“Can you stop talking?” He asked, a smile betraying his words.

You waved your hand, signaling for him to continue with what he had been saying.

“In both of those relationships I was dumped because of you.”

This admission made your heart drop to your toes and leak out onto the carpet beneath them. Your waterlogged socks were now the least of your worries. Fear began to creep in as you could guess where these words were going.

“I thought it was just that first relationship. I thought that was an anomaly. She said she felt like I was dating two girls at once and couldn’t stand that you, more often than not, took precedence over her.” He explained. “But then Andrea said, quite literally, the exact same thing.”

The room was too quiet. Normally, you could hear city noises or some sort of ambiance due to noisy neighbors or construction but today was different. Today, all you could hear was the breath coming in and out of your lungs.

“What are you saying, David?” You asked, your voice small to avoid the warble you knew was hiding in your throat.

“I’m saying that you are the reason Andrea and I broke up.”

Anger began flooding your chest. It was the least you could do to fight back the crushing tidal wave of sadness that loomed desperately in the background.

“So what? What does that mean?” You snapped. “Are you saying you don’t want to be friends?”

“No! That’s not-”

“That’s not what? You literally just blamed me for your relationships falling apart!”

You felt tears prickling at the corners of your eyes. You stood quickly, no longer interested in participating in this heart to heart - or whatever David wanted to call it - but a hand just as quickly pulled you back to the couch.

You looked at him, your eyes narrowed as you pulled back from his grasp. To your surprise, his expression was one of fondness. It was one of gentleness.

It was one of love.

“Can you sit down?” He asked, his voice calm and balanced.

“What could you possibly have left to say?” You argued.

“When I told you that Andrea and I broke up, I told you it was because there was someone else, right?”

“For fuck - just tell me who it is so I can go home! This isn’t some kind of game, Finlay!”

Before the words could all but tumble free of your mouth David spoke once more.

“I already told you who it was.” He said, as composed as anyone has ever been.

“No, you haven’t.”

“You are the reason Andrea and I broke up.”

Once more a hush fell over the apartment. Your mind, for the first time all day, was completely empty, save for his words that rattled around your skull like a ping pong ball.

With slight trepidation that you might lash out again, David moved a hair closer.

“Me?” You asked.

“You.”

“I’m the other person?”

His brow furrowed as he tried to find the best way to formulate his words.

“I asked you over tonight so we could talk about this.” He said slowly. “I didn’t know how to though. And I probably did it wrong but I just really, really care about you. And when I’m with another person it just feels like I’m biding my time until I get to see you. At first, when I was still in that last relationship, I thought that was just because you were my best friend. And then when that all ended I didn’t have to think about it anymore because we were just always together. But then I started seeing Andrea and I felt the exact same way. I was just waiting until I got to see you. Which is really tough when you’re seeing someone else 24/7.”

A small laugh found its way from your chest. David smiled to himself, realizing he had gotten through the hardest part of the conversation.

“I don’t know how you feel and maybe you don’t feel the same but when Andrea broke up with me I hardly fought back because I knew I had to at least shoot my shot here. I couldn’t waste more time. Especially not if there was a chance for things to work out.” He continued. “So, yeah. We broke up because of you.”

You were quiet for a beat, taking your time to ingest everything that had been laid out in front of you. After a few minutes of staring at your feet you turned back to him.

“I guess I really have an impact, huh?” You finally offered, causing David to laugh softly.

“Yeah, you’re a real pain in my ass if I’m being completely honest.”

“Wouldn’t want to be anyone else’s.” You said softly. “I guess it’s my turn to talk about feelings, huh?”

“That’d be nice, considering I just bared my literal, entire heart to you.” David smirked.

“Yeah. I’ll be honest, I am glad you guys broke up.”

“We’ve established that.”

“But it’s not because I didn’t like her. I didn’t know her. I didn’t have enough information about her to decide whether I did or didn’t like her.” With a deep breath, you exhaled your next words. “I’m happy because I was jealous of her.”

David paused to look at you, his eyes darting across your face for any signs of a lie or a joke but coming up empty handed.

“Jealous?” He asked.

“Mhm.” You nodded. “I was jealous that she got to spend time with you that I didn’t get to spend. I was jealous that she got to, like, hold your hand and whatever else.”

A coy grin wrapped up in David’s cheeks as he began to relax.

“What’s ‘whatever else’?”

“David.” You warned.

“No, tell me. I’m dying to know.”

You clenched your jaw defiantly.

“I was jealous she got to cuddle with you.” You grumbled.

“You and I cuddle all the time. What’s ‘whatever else’ mean?”

“Do I really have to say it?”

“Yes.” He was now grinning ear to ear in the most obnoxious display of shamelessness you had ever played witness to.

You balled your fists and shut your eyes, knowing there was no way out other than through.

“I was jealous she got to kiss you!” You blurted, leaving David in hysterics. This reaction earned him several hard swats on his arm.

“Ow!” He whined, continuing to laugh so hard his face turned red.

“Fuck this.” You muttered, threatening to leave once more but this time wholly knowing you were bluffing. “Goodbye! I’m leaving!”

You got as far as the coat rack before David sprang up, buying into your words, his face trying to regain composure.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” He repeated as he placed a hand on either side of your shoulders. “I didn’t mean to laugh.”

“You sure about that?” You asked, your eyebrow arching into your forehead.

“Well… no.” He said sheepishly. “But can I make it up to you?”

“How are you going to-”

Before you could finish your sentence, David’s hand made its way to your chin, lifting it just a few degrees so you were facing him. Slowly, as though he were waiting for you to stop him, he leaned in. First, his nose brushed yours. Then, you could feel the warmth of his breath meeting your skin.

Finally, he kissed you.

His hand that had maneuvered your chin moved to gently hold the side of your face and the other moved to your lower back, pulling you in closer as though to not let you drift away. It only lasted a few seconds but it felt like a couple eternities.

When he pulled back you smiled, his face still only a few inches from yours.

“Now, what were you saying about being jealous that she got to kiss me?” He asked.

“Not sure if I remember.” You shrugged.

Almost reluctantly, David put more space between your bodies, if only to make better eye contact with you.

“There was never a reason to be jealous of anyone else. You always, always came first.”

His words were honest. There was no joking, no playfulness, no sarcasm. You curled your head down and pulled him back to you, embracing him. He kissed the crown of your head as though it were what he had always done.

“I think, if it’s okay with you, I’d like to maybe try being more than friends.” You suggested.

“I think that’s probably a good idea.” David agreed. “For us and the people around us.”

“Might save a few more people some time they’d normally spend breaking up with you.” You joked.

“I’m going to order ice cream and I am not going to get you anything.” He threatened, despite his arms never leaving your body.

You stood there a while longer.

Your day had been awful, there was no doubting that. But you were thankful for how it ended.

And as you reflected on the evening, laying on the couch, still in David’s arms, you realized it had to end this way. There was no other way for this to end.

It was intuition. It was instinct.

It was second nature.

#david finlay fic #david finlay fanfic #david finlay x reader #david finlay fanfiction #njpw fanfiction #njpw fanfic #this is really rusty imo but i tried v hard and managed to make it 4.4k which is cool!

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Lemon Eyes Part 1

I haven't written an x reader in so long, so I'm rusty. Gender Neutral reader btw. Also this 100% has some self indulgence aspects in it, this is a self insert blog after all. Pretty much follows the main game, it ended up taking a mind of its own because of the amount of times I had to pause writing to focus on school lmao. It doesn't matter for this fic series but Imma put it here anyways: I believe Arven to be around late 18 or early 19 range. Now that that's over with, let's get to the fic ! Words: 2,077 ----

Arven was never really a character of interest to you. Well, he was. Fighting titan Pokemon for their Herba Mystica–a name straight out of Minecraft Botania in your opinion–to make new recipes for food? Okay, you were mainly zoning out when he was talking to you, and again when he explained it when he, Nemona, and Cassotepia were fighting over your attention. A strawman fallacy out of your mind. Your plan for this treasure hunt was to capture all the other Pokemon in Paldea’s dex, being too lazy to do so in your home region. Paldea is a smaller piece of land anyways (A/N: in my opinion), so completing the 400 dex shouldn’t be too hard.

Well, it wouldn’t be if you didn’t actually have to listen to those three; Using Operation Star to give your Pokemon more battle experience and using the gym challenge to capture more experienced Pokemon. Such a hassle. And before you knew it, La Primera was scouting you for the champion league. You might as well have done a favor for Arven, it's been about a week since the treasure hunt and he’s asked for your help.

Which leads you to where you are now. Having fought off the Stony Cliff Titan, Kawlf, with Buizel and Arven’s Shellder as the first titan before now facing off against Dondozo, the false titan dragon, and final titan. Your goal of pursuing the full Pokedex on the back burner once Arven revealed his motive for gathering the Herba Mystica. You felt bad for ignoring his favor the first week of the treasure hunt, thinking about Mabosstiff in pain this entire time.

It doesn’t matter now, as your Toxtricity lands the finishing blow on the mini titan and Arven pats you on the back. You brush off the feelings of butterflies that rush to your stomach, chasing off the childish feeling as you follow him inside the cavern. Staring at the ground, you can’t exactly recall how it happened: falling for him. Maybe it was when you were in your dorm, exhausted from speedrunning all your classes to get back to your goals–scrolling through your Rotom phone for pictures to delete. Landing on the photos you had with Arven and you making sandwiches out of the herbs, noticing how much fun he was having even if the sandwich wasn’t as good as the two of you weren’t expecting. It made your chest feel fuzzy. You favorited a few and put them in an album, just in case you want to look back on memories.

You found yourself often tracing around his face whenever you took a stroll down memory lane.

Maybe it was when you both had Home Economics together. Seeing him turn around and give you a smile with a thumbs up whenever you answered Professor Saguaro’s questions. Causing you to give a slight smile back before busying yourself with your doodles so you could avoid the heat rushing to your ears. Until finals, you couldn’t help but spare a few glances at him. At least it never affected your studies.

Well, the teachers noticed to say the least. You’ve always underestimated how obvious student crushes are to teachers, but not to peers. Visiting during their free time, only for the conversation to only subtly turn to Arven as your glances appeared to older adults as puppy gazes. You really have to keep that in check. Luckily, you always got what you needed out of the conversation class wise. Law of equivalent exchange because it's something for them to take back to their colleagues.

The interaction with History Professor Raifort was especially embarrassing, however. It revealed more than you would have liked when you approached her after class about the Scarlet Book, wanting to know more about the King’s tale. You remembered as her eyebrow went up, relaying the information that it has been checked out for quite a while and you must have known who has it because you spend your treasure hunt time with him. You felt your ears reach the point where the heat of them is visible to others, Ms. Raifort attempted to hide a chuckle beneath her hand. You thanked her for the information and quickly left.

You didn’t expect the teachers to learn how you dismissed Arven when you first met him, and it was through some shared experience that you have fallen this hard down the stairs of a crush. And the millions of ways the teachers’ minds could think of what that experience was keeps you up at night (of course, nothing too out there, mainly getting stuck somewhere for a long time. Nothing that crossed the boundaries of a teacher being pulled into the lives of their students). All because you fell for the boy who wants to heal his partner Pokemon.

“Hey bud? You haven’t taken a bite out of the sandwich, did I mess it up somehow?”

You blinked back into reality. Looking up from your sandwich that you don’t remember making with Arven, you felt pinned by his eyes as you tried to come up with an explanation that’s not ‘I think I love you’. You shook your head in response. Telling him that you just noticed how Koraidon hasn’t come out to eat your food yet, which speak of the devil, gets said Pokemon to come out of its ball.

Arven, of course, brings out the extra sandwich he begrudgingly made in this event, tossing it to Koraidon who ate it without a second thought. Both of your faces contort a bit, seeming to share the same question of ‘did it even chew?’. After that animalistic scene, Arven brought out Mabosstiff, who looked much better than he had the first time you saw him. You felt awkward, mainly because it was such an intimate moment and you were nervous that the build up of anticipation would get to the poor canine, so you looked away as he ate.

You looked back once he finished, watching in hope that he’d get up, do something other than lay down. Though, you understood it was a selfish desire soon after the thought came to mind. Arven’s face dropped as did yours as you both understood that even the Herba Mysticas couldn’t heal Mabosstiff. Scrambling for words to say, scouring your brain for comfort words, you held your tongue. It was best to let Arven silently express his disappointment to the wall. The pokeball fell, and you took a second before you sighed, getting up to go hand it over to Arven. But, your eyes widened as Mabosstiff lifted his head, beginning to put one leg up at a time. Your eyes meeting Arven’s as he had turned around to go to pick up the pokeball up as well, hope holding out for the two of you. You covered your mouth as Mabosstiff went over to pick up the ball, lifting it up towards Arven as his tail wagged. Arceus, you were tearing up. You couldn’t help but wrap an arm around Koraidon as Arven was overjoyed with the recovery of his partner Pokemon. After a good five minutes of joy, your Rotom phone began to ring. Rotom flew up to your face, answering the call and you were greeted by Professor Sada and her analysis on Koraidon’s abilities. You glanced at Arven, whose face was a mixture of surprise and anger, even more so when she implied it was she who lent you Koraidon. You shifted awkwardly in place, knowing that it was Arven who battled you to see if you were worthy in the first place. The mystery of the relationship of the two grew more as Professor Sada was surprised to hear his voice and recalled her efforts to contact him to which Arven rolled his eyes and showed little interest. It would have been a moment of brief empathy from you to Sada if she didn’t completely trash it by saying she needed him to get into her lab. But get into her lab…? The only one? Surely she would’ve had others to also have access to her lab. And why Arven? Well– that question felt more explanatory. They both resembled each other in many visual aspects, so you had assumed he was related to her in a way.

Your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the call ending, blinking at the black screen. You weren’t paying attention again. Great. It didn’t matter as you looked up at Arven, confirming that yes, Professor Sada is his mother. “She was never at home with me, I haven’t seen her in years! And the first thing she wants out of me is to go to her lab?!” You gave him an empathetic look as he decompressed, thinking to himself. He sighed, and before you could console him about the matter, about to tell him that the two of you didn’t have to go to her lab and could just ignore her, he started talking again. “I might as well get you into that lab, the one off of Poco Path. That’s where we met, remember?” You smiled slightly at the last part, nodding, giving him a small, “Of course I do.”

That got him to smile a bit as well, announcing that the two of you should get going before he changes his mind. You started to walk off, Arven pausing, but you assumed it was to decompress further. Oh Professor Sada, where are you?

—

It’s safe to say that the moment you see the Professor, instead of greeting her in a friendly way, you might just throw a right hook at her instead.

Listening to Arven and seeing her reaction of seeing her son after so many years only to call him to the deepest part of the most dangerous place in all of Paldea? Arceus, Arven was right (although you never doubted him), she was the worst parent. She definitely rivals the one lady in the Alolan region you had heard about. You weren’t sure you even wanted to go. But you could tell that even if he didn’t know it yet, Arven wanted closure about his mom’s disappearance and neglect. So when he asked if you were going to Area Zero, you said yes. What caught you off guard was the glare he had given you, even if you understood he was in an emotionally vulnerable state. Ouch. But he did agree to go, and he was 100% pumped up to start a fist fight with his mom, even if he only spoke daggers instead of throwing them. With that, he challenged you to a Pokemon battle, admitting it was to see if he was ready or not, causing a slight blow of air to come out of your nose. Your best friend was a dork.

You lagged behind to look over the lab while he headed outside, both to appeal to your curiosity and to push your feelings back down further. His glare wasn’t personal, but it felt that way. He probably felt a bit betrayed by your response no doubt, originally wanting nothing to do with his mother, and yet here his best friend was, seemingly compliant with being an errand boy. You leaned against the dusty couch, watching the dust particles rush to fill the air. Immediately getting back up and dusting yourself, you don’t know why you expected the couch to be worth leaning against.

You started walking around the lab. Examining everything of interest to get your mind off your internal battle. If abandoning her child wasn’t proof enough to show how dedicated her research was, then surely the mess of papers and a hundred or so books definitely was. You thought about taking down the boxes on top of the shelf, but decided against it. You’d get lost in her research, trying to figure out what was so important that Arven had to be collateral damage.

All this made you feel worse for neglecting him at the start of the treasure hunt, but there’s nothing you could do about the past. Besides, you’re making up for it now by being there for him, aren’t you?

Cracking your neck, you headed for the door, taking a breath–cough because of the dust after–you stepped out. Looking at Arven as he redirects his attention from Mabosstiff to you, smiling at him and nodding, Arven returns your actions. All because of a boy and his partner Pokemon.

#pokemon #pokemon scarvi #pokemon scarlet #arven x reader #arven pokemon #pokemon sv #fanfiction #reader insert #x reader #God this is so bad lmao

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