#my headaches are sneaking back and I'm not sure why

[slushycoookie]

The Perfect Gift

Miguel O'Hara x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 8k

Content: Reader stresses about V-Day for her man. A sneak peek into her family too. Small TempXina. Or Xinapest? Miguel's always a cutie. Warning Dana shows up. Masturbation. Vaginal fingering. P in V. Reader literally gets folded. MINORS DNI!

A/N: I'm using the characterization for my story, Between Two Worlds. No one has to read it to understand this one shot, but it does help. And it's canon to the main story too! Please enjoy!

Cookie's Love List

“So, what are your plans for Valentine’s Day?”

Tempest’s question rejuvenates you. You sit up straight in the locker rooms, after complaining about wanting to go home in your bed and watch tv. Customers are getting on your nerves and you could be focusing on more important things right now.

“Well, you see…”

“Mhm, here you go.”

“You know I'm planning to pass out cards with candy inside here the day before. Since it's on a Friday this year.”

“Uh-huh.” She motions you to move closer so she can fix your curly wig.

“I got my mom those twizzlers paired with a shirt of her favorite character.”

“That big lizard that likes to destroy Japan a lot?”

“Yeah, he's holding a heart. I thought it was so cute. And for my sister, I already got her that giant pink axolotl plushie. It says ‘I love you’ on the front.”

“How big was that thing again?”

“Twelve fucking feet. I had to take out a lot of shit out of my closet.” You turn a little for Tempest to get the back of your head. “For idiot one and idiot two, I got them a bag of those hard candies so they can stay out of my personal stash.”

“Didn’t your brothers say they were going to that hotel for valentine's day? What did your mom say about that?”

You shake your head, because if you get into that you'd get a headache. “Let’s not talk about that right now. They keep bothering me about that and not their own mother. Oh! And for my grandma, she's getting another pajama set. I found one that was black with a red heart over heart so I know she's gonna like it.”

“Your grandma loves pjs.”

“That’s all she wants. She's so picky. Let's see who else…”

Tempest finishes fixing your hair and turns you around, “You forgetting somebody.”

“Huh? Who?”

“Your man.”

Your eyes dart away, “I didn't forget about him.”

“Ooooh, yes you did.” Your lips purse at Tempest’s teasing tone. “I thought this was your favorite holiday.”

“It is!”

“Then why wasn't fine ass Science Guy the first on your list?”

“Because I don't know what the hell to give him!"

Tempest gasps, feeling your forehead with the back of her hand then checking your pulse.

“That’s not like you at all. Did y'all break up and you secretly didn't tell me?”

“Please, you'd be the first to know if that's the case.”

Getting Miguel something for Valentine’s Day has been stressful for one reason. You had too man ideas on what to give him. A box of candy? A silver chain that would look so good on him? A candle?

So many options and you couldn't pinpoint on one that would work for him.

“You’re overthinking it.” Tempest stands to stretch, flexing her nature green bodysuit that gave everyone a good look of her ass. “You know him more than anyone else. Well, besides Xi.”

You grimace, “You’re on me about mine, what about yours? You aren't even crazy about holiday.”

“Jokes on you, I'm getting her those flower…block…thingies. Already built by moi.”

You roll your eyes while standing up, preparing yourself to get back out there and earn some more money.

“At least you got something.”

Before going upstairs, your best friend hugs you from behind.

“Don’t stress about it. You know he’s gonna love whatever you got for him. That man is crazy about you, okay?”

You know he is. It's why you want to make sure what you give matches his care for you. Because you care for him an awfully lot. So much that your heart gets crazy every time you see him.

Miguel's been through enough to write a book about it, so you want to show him how much he's loved.

He picks you up at five in the morning, hair tussled, square glasses fitting his perfect face. He doesn't hesitate to take your bag before kissing your cheek in greeting. The simple things that makes your breath linger in your chest, unable to escape from your lungs. This man puts his all into his relationship with you.

“How was work?” He asks, holding your hand while driving.

“Tiring. A little stressful…”

“What happened?”

“Nothing serious. Was distracted all night.”

His brows lower with concern, “About?”

You pull at your pants, “Valentine’s Day. It's coming soon and I wanted to make sure I have everyone covered.”

“I'm sure you do.” He gives you a smile at the red light. So soft and gentle. You want to kiss all over that face. “You’re very thoughtful and caring. You treat Valentine’s Day like it's Christmas.”

“Oh yeah. Everyone deserves to be loved.”

“That includes you.” He squeezes your hand and your heart squeezes.

“You too.”

Miguel shyly laughs, “We're talking about you here.”

At another red light, you grab his face and kiss him. A make out session that only lasts for a few seconds, but enough to leave him breathless. Speechless. You glance down at his pants, grinning when he covers his crotch with his other hand.

What should you give him? Miguel said that he was okay with a bag of candy, but you wanted to do more. You had to speak to an expert.

Your mother's known for doing a lot when it came to…everything.

When you were in school, before winter break she made a bouquet of chocolate covered strawberries for the teachers in your classes. She participated in decorating during important events like homecoming and prom. She's a pro in everything party related down to the gifts. It's why her job is event planning.

You wanted to do this on your own, but asking for some advice wouldn't hurt.

“Okay,” Your mom pulls out her notebook and pen while you lie on her bed, “what are you thinking about giving him?”

As you list the items, you see the list get longer and longer and longer. Pouring on to the second page which made you realize that it was plenty to work with.

“Are y'all getting married or something?”

“No!” You sit up, “Why are you thinking that?”

“Because this is a lot for a boyfriend not a husband.”

“Alright.” You suck your teeth, wondering if it's a good idea to speak to your mom in the first place. “I got it.”

“Don’t be like that. I'm just saying you don't have to do so much. All that matters is him knowing how much you like him. Or are we getting to that other l word yet?”

“I like him.�� You push, but your mom clearly doesn't buy it with a lip curl.

“Okay, okay.” She does another once over of your list before getting a sparkle in her eye. That same one she gets when she comes up with a party idea, “You should do a gift basket. Put a couple of his favorite things in there, make it pretty and boom, you got a thoughtful gift.”

You stare at the list and it all makes sense, solving your issue of giving Miguel multiple things without overwhelming yourself.

Multiple stores were frequented, combing through endless aisles of Valentine’s day decorations and gifts. Your cart being filled to the brim with all the supplies you need for Miguel’s basket. Despite you buying everything so close to the actual day, there were plenty of items for you to use.

In one store, your eye caught a men's pajama set. The red satin under your fingertips bolstered your gift basket idea. Not to mention there was a matching lingerie set for women.

You really hope he likes it.

The already done basket haunting the corner of your room. Hovering over you as you slept. You replay every reaction Miguel would have about your gift. How he might cry seeing at how much care and thought you put into it. Or toss your gift aside and say that Dana always gave him better gifts. Although, you'd kick his ass if he did that to you.

Your stomach hurts, you can hardly breathe. You barely got any sleep when D-Day arrives. You're awake, staring at your bedroom ceiling. Eyes weak, but not enough to fall asleep. It's not until you get a text from Miguel that your heart pangs against your chest.

He wants you to come outside, knowing you weren't crazy about him being in your house like that yet.

You throw on your sweatpants and a hoodie before putting on your slippers. Miguel tends to do this before he has to go to work. Saying that seeing you first before his day begins makes his day all the better. Your mother and grandma are already up, sitting at the kitchen counter and drinking coffee.

“I see Miguel’s outside.” Your mom teases.

“You need to let that man come inside and not leave him standing out there.”

You hold back rolling your eyes at your grandma, “Do you know how y'all are?”

“Oh, I know how I am.”

Your grandma sticks your tongue out at you and you do the same. You open the door and see Miguel on your porch with a large bouquet of flowers. A rose and lily bouquet. Colors of pinks and whites fill your vision. Bits of green foliage accent the piece, circling around the base.

The flowers steals any word that could escape from your lips.

“Oh my god, they're beautiful!” Your mother shouts from behind.

That knocks some sense into you, quickly closing the door at her protest. But she's right. They are beautiful.

“Happy Valentine’s day.” Miguel keeps his gaze on you. “I hope this isn't too much.”

The flowers were past the size of your head. You can't imagine how heavy it might be once you hold them. Tears well in your eyes, pooling down to your cheeks.

“Oh, Mig…”

He stumbles at the tears, going to wipe your face.

“Oh no, this is too much, isn't it?”

“No.” You help Miguel wipe your eyes, “No, I love it. This was so sweet of you.”

He sheepishly smiles, “It’s a tradition to give a pretty lady flowers on Valentine's Day.”

You look down at yourself, “If I knew you were gonna do this, I would've dressed a bit more cuter.”

“What do you mean? You look cute to me.”

You playfully push him, before noticing a heart shaped box. It was smaller than the bouquet, but fitting very well against it.

“I got you some chocolates too. They're assorted and have filling inside.”

“Ooh.” You take the box before reaching out for the flowers.

Miguel steps back, “You should let me take these in. They're heavy.”

“No, then you'll be subjected to my mom and grandma's questions.”

“It’s not like I haven't met your mom before. And I don't want you to carry something that's heavy.”

He looks at you with his large, brown eyes. You're always weak to them. Its why you give in and open the door.

“Hi Miguel!” Your mom greets immediately.

“Hello.” He also greets your grandma while you're directing him to the breakfast table.

“Where did you get those flowers?”

“A florist near my childhood home did them. We always go to her for flowers.”

“How much are they because I've been looking for a better florist nearby for this event-”

“Ma, Miguel has to go to work soon.”

You help him put the flowers in a vase with water. It's as if Miguel’s presence decided to wake up the whole house. Your sister immediately comes down, oohing and aahing at the flowers before saying hi to Miguel.

“She doesn’t need all of those flowers.”

“Shut up.”

Your brothers follow not long after her, ignoring the flowers and focusing on the fact that Miguel is in the house.

“It's our third musketeer!”

“Did you get us something?”

“He is not your valentine, he's mine.” You push your brothers off of him. Not doing much of a dent since they're stronger than you.

“You keep hogging him all to yourself. When are we gonna get a turn?”

“Never. For as long as I live.”

“I'll be right back.” Miguel whispers to you, kissing your cheek before going back to his car. Of course he got something else. This man wasn't gonna stop.

“I need everyone to go away now.”

Your family doesn't budge. In fact, they get comfortable, waiting to see what else Miguel got.

Two boxes of donuts. Your family rejoices when he sets the boxes on the counter. Freshly baked treats that range from chocolate covered to glazed. No one hesitates diving in to take one.

“There’s a donut shop that opens early that I like to go to.” Miguel explains, mainly to you as the whole family revels in his gift. “They always bake their donuts fresh everyday.”

“Thank you, Miguel!” Everyone says while eating. You shake your head, using this as an excuse to push Miguel out the door.

“Okay, I’m sure he really has to go to work now-”

“When are y’all getting married?”

Your mom’s question make you and Miguel look everywhere but each other.

“Stop asking that. Go eat another donut.”

While your cheeks get hot, you continue leading him to the door. Your family saying goodbye and booing you at the same time for making him leave. He chuckles when you close the door behind you.

“Thanks. That was nice of you.”

Miguel smiles, “Of course.”

You sigh, holding your hands behind your back. “I’ll give you your gift later. I want to put some finishing touches on it.”

“Don’t stress yourself. I’ll like anything you get me, even if it’s just socks.”

“You don’t just deserve socks. But if you want them, I can swing by the store real quick and grab a pair-”

He kisses you, cupping your face in his hands. His thumbs rubbing along your cheeks. A wet pop occurs when he pulls away for a second, his eyes staring into yours.

“I will be happy with anything you get me. Okay?”

You bite your lip, “O-Okay.”

“I’ll see you later tonight, yeah?”

“You got something else for me?”

He nods, “I think you’ll enjoy it.”

Of course, he has more for you. You don’t typically see Valentine’s Day as a competition, but now you’re starting to see it that way. Miguel is the type to always go above and beyond.

You kiss him goodbye and see him off, your stomach turning and twisting. Full of knots. You go back inside, grab a donut before going back to your room. The gift basket staring directly at you once more.

So, you got yourself together.

Your plan being to surprise Miguel with his gift during his lunch break. The heartbeat in your ears matching the pace of your footsteps when you walked in the Alchemax building. The heel from your boots against the quartz floor resonates your entrance.

Your entire body quivers as you press the up button on the elevator.

Thank goodness no one was inside, allowing you to breathe in, breathe out. Your heart slowly calming down with each exhale.

Miguel will like your gift.

When hitting the scientific department, you make your way to his workspace. Carefully cradling his gift in his arms. Some coworkers saying hello to you while glancing at the gift in curiosity.

You clutch on to his basket when reading his name on the clear glass of his workspace. A mantra of your boyfriend being in awe of your gift lingering in your mind. It’s now or never. If he hates it, he hates it. Then you can break up with him and rant to your friends about what a horrible guy he is.

Except, he wasn’t there.

Margo and Gwen are hanging around, laughing at their phones.

“Uh hey.”

“Hi Miguel’s girlfriend.” Margo waves, putting her phone away. “Why you in here? Oh, wait! Are you surprising Miguel?”

“I’m trying. Where is he?”

“He’s doing some labs on the other side.” Gwen informs you, “We got some new blood slides and he wants to check them out before lunch.”

“Ah okay.” You hold the gift close to your chest. You’re sure you can’t go in to his lab area without ruining things. Should you wait until he comes out?

“What did you get him?” Margo and Gwen eye the basket. “It looks like you got a lot of stuff in there.”

“Aren’t you his besties? How will I know you won’t betray me if I tell you?”

“Girlies before homies.”

You snort at Margo before giving them a peek. Well, at least of what they could see behind the cellophane. “Do you think he’d like it?”

“Oh yeah.” Gwen says, “Especially the candy, he hides them in his desk drawer.”

“I eat them sometimes.” Margo cosigns.

That gives you some confidence. Maybe you are stressing out about this for no reason.

“Okay, good.”

You decide to hang around in the break room. Gwen mentions that Miguel takes his time looking at blood slides, so it may be a while. You don’t have a problem with waiting as you park up at a table, taking another donut as you saw that Miguel bought some for the office too.

The anxiety inside you lessens. When Miguel's finished, you’re going to give him his gift and he’s going to kiss you with gratitude. Then you can move on to phase two of your gift that was much much later. After wherever he’s planning to take you.

Which you had no idea what he would do. Knowing him it was going to be romantic. Something to make you swoon off your feet. Give you the urge to suck him off.

“Hi!” Dana waves at you under the doorway, catching the attention of some people.

You’re trying hard not to roll your eyes, “Hey! I’m surprised you’re here. I thought Tyler was taking you out.”

“He is.” She pulls up a chair across from you, sitting down like princess. She even looks like one with her pink, poofy dress, subtle make up, and crystal earrings dangling from her ears. “He just needed to finish up some important stuff at work. Y’know, CEO things…”

“Ah…”

Dana’s eyes trace across the basket, “What’s this?”

“Oh, this is a gift for Miguel.” You grab the basket and pull it closer to you. “I think he’ll like it.”

She hums, standing from her seat to take a peek inside. You curl up your lip, not saying anything as she runs her hands across the cellophane, observing it. Dana doesn’t say anything for a few seconds before tsking.

“That’s all you got him?”

You tilt your head, “I’m sorry?”

“You just got him candy? And a mug?”

“That’s what he likes…”

“Well, of course, but it’s Valentine’s Day. All of this seems…trivial, yeah?” Before you could even go on by what she meant, she keeps going. “I mean, I bought Miguel this nice watch down in the outlet stores over an hour away from here and he loved it. So you know I just think-”

You quickly stand up, moving the table enough so it screeches along the floor. Once again people were looking at you when you grabbed the basket.

“You know what, I’ll keep your advice in mind.”

You push your way out of the break room, going back towards the elevators with your subpar gift in tow. But Miguel is right there, making his way back from the lab. You quickly hide your gift behind you when he locks eyes with you. You don’t miss the shine in his eyes at the fact you’re here.

“Hi.”

“Hey.” Your smile doesn’t reach your eyes.

“This is a nice surprise.”

“It is…”

“We can eat lunch together. That sandwich place you like are doing a deal for couples. You get a soup and a sandwich for seven dollars.”

“That sounds nice, but I actually need to go. Uh, Temp is struggling with Xina’s gift and she called me to save the day so…”

Your heart pangs at his disappointed look, when he notices your odd stance. “Are you…carrying something?”

“It’s your gift!” Dana comes in, with a smile that you wanted to punch. “She gave me a peek.”

“Oh?” Miguel steps closer, but you back away.

“There’s something wrong with it. I forgot to put the fancy ribbon on. It has glitter on it and without it it just ruins the entire look.”

“I-I don’t mind if it’s missing the glitter ribbon-”

“I do! You know how I am, gotta make sure it’s perfect.”

“Oh…”

You give him a quick kiss on his cheek before maneuvering around him so he wouldn’t see the gift. He made a few advances to walk you to your car, but you declined them, knowing he was still going to see.

The urge to throw it in the back of your car is high.

Of course your gift was mediocre. Dana bought him a fancy watch. You got him candy. Totally different in terms of everything; cost, originality, longevity. You might have had a chance if you got him the chain like you thought of previously. His ex managed to out do you. You’re the worst girlfriend ever.

The gift basket should just be nixed from the plan. Phase two was going to have to be the main part of his gift. That’s fine. It’ll be fine.

Miguel’s text is making you feel worse. Asking if you are okay and that he wanted to have lunch with you. You wanted to have lunch with him too. Maybe sloppily make out in the back of his car before he went back to work. But Dana had to open her mouth.

“I don’t know why you let that bitch say something.”

You sigh on the call, fixing your hair in the mirror. Miguel is on his way to pick you up for the next part of your gift. As usual, you told your friends what happened before you went AWOL for the rest of the night.

“I didn’t let her say anything.”

“Yeah, you did because you still didn’t give him the gift you worked hard on.”

You sucked your teeth, not liking that Misty was right. “Did you forget the fact that she brought him a watch? Probably the same one he usually wears on his wrist.”

“She probably brought it with his money.” Monica rebuttals, “Therefore, your gift is immediately better because you used your own funds and not his for his gift.”

“It’s still a fucking watch! The one that you see rich men wear and wonder how much that he has in his bank account.”

Miguel’s text saying that he’s almost there with a smiley face makes you groan. You shouldn’t even go out. Just tell him that you’re not feeling better and he should cancel whatever he has planned for you.

“Give him the damn gift.” Tempest comes in, “I gave my girl a cherry blossom tree that’s probably missing a branch, but she still loved it, right?”

A low confirmation from Xina was heard through the phone.

“See? Fuck what Dana said and give Miguel the gift. You’re the queen when it comes to today, why would you let someone lesser than you say anything?”

You see that Miguel is outside to pick you up. Your friends are right. You know they’re right. You’re ruining the holiday for yourself, the day you enjoy every year. Miguel likes you and you like him. Why wouldn’t he like what you made for him?

“If he doesn’t like it, he’s gonna hear from me.” Tempest says.

“Girl, I don’t have enough connections to bail you out of jail.” Misty adds in.

“Make sure you give us a play by play of him wearing you out tomorrow.”

Everyone laughs at Monica’s words when you quickly hang up, making your way out the house. You say goodbye to your family, ignoring the comment from your mother of making sure you don’t get pregnant before leaving.

On cue, Miguel is out of the car, almost running to get your spending the night bag. He comments on how great your outfit, a red blazer with a matching skirt paired with black tights and heels, looks. All before locking on to the gift basket, lighting up at its presence.

“Is that mine?”

“Yes.” You playfully roll your eyes, “Get in the car first and I’ll show you.”

The two of you get settled. You ignore the anxiety in over your head telling you to not give it to him.

“Happy Valentine’s Day.”

Your stomach churns when he peels away the wrapping. Miguel’s wide smile gives you hope when he pulls out the sour candies.

“I’ve been looking for these. I think Margo’s been eating them…”

“Oh yeah, she has.”

He shows you the mug like you didn’t buy it for him. It was white, with the words ‘amor’ in red cursive.

“Another mug for my collection.”

“I think it’s big enough for two cups of coffee.”

“It is.” He flashes you the biggest grin and you realize that you helped with his caffeine addiction.

There’s a pink teddy bear holding a heart that says ‘You’re Sweet’ and he laughs. When he peeks at the red pjs you got him, you stop him right there.

“That’s for when we go back to your apartment.”

“O-Oh.” Miguel quickly puts back the stuff, trying to match with the way you first had it. But he beams and now you wonder why you were so worried about giving it to him. “I love it.”

“Really?” You giggle, “I’m glad you do. I’m…so glad you do.”

“Were you afraid that I wouldn’t like it?”

You twiddle your thumbs, “Yeah. You’re my boyfriend I…I wanted to make sure it was perfect.”

“It was.” He tucks his finger under your chin, “It’s better than any gift that anyone has ever gotten me.”

“You’re just saying that.”

“No really. This is very thoughtful and personal. You remembered the candy I like. And it comes in hearts.”

“But it’s not a fancy watch…”

Miguel’s eye twitches, “Dana told you about her gifts to me?” You nod and he exhales, pursing his lips. “Those gifts were nice, but they weren’t for me. I’d prefer things with thought put into them, not the most expensive thing in the store.”

You smile, “You’re so sweet.”

“That’s what the bear says.”

You kiss him, any worries or concerns out of the window. Miguel likes your gift and you can enjoy the rest of your night.

“I think you’ll like where we’re going.”

He inputs the destination on his GPS, making you gasp at the location.

“What? A drive-in theater?”

Miguel nods, grinning from ear to ear. “They’re showing that horror movie you wanted to see. You know, the one where the killer is killing couples on Valentine’s day?”

You squeal, hugging him tight and bombarding him with kisses. Each filled with gratitude.

“Oh wait-” You sit back, “You don’t like horror movies.”

“This one doesn’t seem too bad…”

“Baby, I don’t want you to have a bad time because you’re trying to make me happy.”

“I won’t. My night is already made since you’re here.”

Your head lowers, holding in the urge to tell him to go to his apartment for phase two.

“Okay. If you get scared, don’t hesitate to lean on me.”

Your wink makes him glance away, “I-I should be saying that to you.”

“Aww, you’re gonna protect me if I get scared?”

Miguel clears his throat as you flutter your eyelashes, “Yes.”

The drive-in theater is a forty-five minute drive. There Miguel drove down a backroad that lead to the entrance of the theater. A few cars were in line, ready to make their way inside to find a good place to park.

You didn’t comment on Miguel’s punctuality when you noticed the theater didn’t open until thirty minutes from now.

While waiting you noticed the sign of a Valentine’s Day deal. A jumbo popcorn paired with a jumbo drink for couples to share. Your stomach growls at the sight and you realized you hardly ate anything today.

“I'm sorry this isn't fancy.” Miguel apologizes, “The food I mean. It'll be movie theater food…”

“Well, we are at a theater. And I have been craving mozzarella sticks for a while. Ooh a hot dog sounds good too.”

When he's finally able to pay at the booth, the driver goes over the rules and safety tips when they drive past. Where the exits are in case they need to leave and what radio channel to use to effectively watch the movie.

You're shimmying in excitement while your boyfriend searches for a spot. He finds one in the middle of the lot, able to see the giant screen so clearly and it wasn't too far away from the concessions area either.

Hand in hand you follow Miguel inside to get some snacks. The hunger in you took over as you oohed and aahed at the array of food. Nachos, various flavors of popcorn, hot dogs spinning on a cart, curly fries. You should've ate something before you left.

“Just pick for me.” You clutch to his arm. “If I pick anything, we'll be loaded with snacks.”

“Okay-”

“Oh wait! Can we at least get the jumbo drink and popcorn?”

Miguel snorts, “I thought you said I can pick.”

“You can now…” You kiss his cheek and he picks out your snacks. More like you do as you kept pointing at which ones you want. And Miguel wasn’t the type to say no to you.

It's why he ended up carrying most of the food as you happily skip back to the car with your popcorn and drink.

The food felt like the best thing you ever ate. Your hot dog covered in the usual ketchup, mustard and relish taste divine. The marinara on your tongue from the mozzarella made you shimmy. And you wish you could marry the person who made the curly fries.

Miguel glances at you with soft eyes, as if he’s entranced by you.

“You have…something on your…”

You blink, looking at yourself and hoping you didn't get anything on your red blazer. He takes the corner of a napkin and dabs it on the corner of your lips. The gentle action causing you to freeze.

“It was ketchup on your…lips…”

“Thanks Miggy.”

You giggle when he turns away.

The previews were all horror related. Every scary, tense trailer made you glance at Miguel. Worried that he was going to scare himself so badly. His jumps made you jump and right when the movie started he's holding your hand.

He tries to play it off as wanting to touch you, but you know the real reason.

“Mig, I can always watch this when it goes to one of the streaming services.”

“I'm fine. I can deal with horror movies. And excessive blood and guts.”

He squeezes your hand and you don't say anything else.

The movie is dumb.

Not in the sense that you couldn’t enjoy yourself, but you weren’t taking it seriously. You lost count at how many times you laughed at an absurd death or when the characters said an odd line. There are moments that you winced at how the killer manages to get its victim, glancing at Miguel who hasn’t let go of your hand once.

If he wasn’t hiding behind his popcorn, he pretended he was thirsty, getting a drink at the scary parts. You thought he was so cute.

During the middle of the movie, motion occurs out of the corner of your eye. A car shaking. It wasn’t so bad, but it’s enough to catch your eye. The faint outline of a palm on the car window seals the deal.

“Oh my god.”

“Huh? What’s wrong?”

You point behind you, eyes wide and filled with amusement. “They’re fucking.”

Miguel looks over your shoulder at the jostling car. His eyes almost went past his frames at the sight.

“Oh. That’s another one.”

“What?”

He points at the backseat to another car having similar motions. “It started doing that thirty minutes in the movie.”

You snort, trying not to cackle. You definitely weren’t surprised at people having sex in their cars. It’s Valentine’s Day. Couples are going to pull stunts like this. You just didn’t expect to see it.

“Happy V-Day to them especially.”

Once the movie finished, Miguel was on his way back to his apartment.

You can say you enjoyed the movie, but you ended up becoming distracted. The way those cars rocked made you wish you were being rocked that way. Getting jostled in the backseat, Miguel handling you with ease. Luckily, you’re prepared for phase two. The rocking cars just helped you out a little.

Miguel kept shifting during the way back. Tugging on his seatbelt, his buttoned down shirt, his pants. You know it must’ve affected him too.

You decide to test it by opening up your blazer, giving him a show of your cleavage.

“Did you enjoy the movie?”

Miguel’s eyes darts to your chest before back at you, “Y-Yes. It wasn’t that good in terms of the plot, but it was fun.”

“Good. I thought it was fun too.” At a stop, you stretch your neck, running your fingertips down from there to your blouse to pretend to fix it. “I think those people we saw had fun too. In their own way.”

“O-Oh yeah.” Miguel shakily exhales, “I’m surprised it was, it was during a horror movie. That’s not very romantic.”

“I don’t know. You have the right atmosphere which is dark and cool and it’s only you and the person you like? That’s bounds for love making.”

He gulps when your hand rests on top of his, “You have a point.”

“So you’d want to fuck me in your car? In a lot of a drive-in theater where people are around?”

“…y-yes.” You bite your lip at Miguel getting shy. “We can be discreet.”

“Can we?” Your index finger makes small circles on his hand, “You tend to get riled up when you’re with me. I can feel it when you get rough.”

Your finger slides up his forearm slowly, carefully. You feel the goosebumps on his skin. Miguel’s breathing increasing and a notable tent in his pants. When he pulls up to the parking lot of his apartment complex, you pull away. Grabbing your purse and his gift basket.

He’s looking at you with lowered eyes when he grabs your bag from the trunk. His stare stirring in your chest, making your stomach flutter. You know he isn’t going to make a move until you’re both inside, so you have to deter him a little longer.

“Oh, I need to shower. I feel dirty.”

Your words halt Miguel when he closes his front door, “Okay. Can I join you?”

So he can rock your world under the water hose? If this was any other day, you’d say yes.

“Sorry, baby. Not this time.”

“We…we can save water showering together.”

“When have you complained to me about your water bill?” Miguel grimaces, causing you to giggle. “Don’t worry, I won’t be long. Then you can shower after.”

In the shower, you made sure you smelled like you were born in Candyland. A vanilla scented body wash foaming across your skin. Paired with a lotion that had hints of honey. All combined with a red lingerie set that would make him drop to his knees.

When walking out of the bathroom, he’s immediately by your side. His face lighting up at your scent.

“You smell great.” Miguel goes forward and you know if you let him come closer, he'd start asking questions like what's under your red robe.

“Thanks. Go on and shower, I'll be here.”

You try to not take his pout too close to heart. He'd start feeling better once he sees what you're going to do.

You cover his coffee and tv stand with lit candles. All unscented. It creates a soothing atmosphere in his living room, contributing to the sexy vibe you're going for. You take out your portable speaker and play your Valentine’s day playlist. All of it involving sexy, sensual songs to boost the mood.

To tie it all together, you sit on the sofa, legs crossed, patiently waiting for your man to come up.

Time to initiate phase two.

Miguel comes out, wearing the pj set you bought him. The red, satin shirt tied with matching shorts goes well with what you're wearing. He notices the slight changes to his living room.

“I like the candles.”

“I'm glad you do.” You pat next to you on the couch and he obliges, quickly sitting next to you. His scent of earl grey makes your eyes roll back momentarily. It's doing wonders to your core, getting soaked.

“I wanted to show my appreciation for everything you did today.”

Miguel rubs the back of his neck, “Y-You didn't need to. I wanted to do this for you.”

“I know…” Your palm lands on his abdomen, going up across his abs and over his pectorals. “But did you really think the gift basket was all I had in store for you?”

You don't give him a chance to answer when you kiss him. It was short and sweet, enough to have him reach over to you. Dodging his advances, you stand. Reaching over your robe and undoing it, letting it fall down so he can fully see you.

The lacey, red bra with hearts etched on that pushed up your breasts. Panties that matched with a g-string. Black high heels to complete the look.

“Wow…wow you're stunning.”

Your heart flits at the compliment, “You know I am.” Before you make your descent, you raise a finger. “You can't touch me until I say so.”

Miguel’s hands flexed while he pouts. You know he loves touching you, but he needs to wait.

“Okay.”

A song plays and you follow the beat. Your feet carrying the slow rhythm and your hips follow. You don't miss Miguel’s eyes on you, not once leaving your alluring body.

Not when you pull off his shirt, showing his body underneath. You easily slide off your heels, putting them in the corner of the coffee table. Miguel’s hands twitch when you straddle him. Your soft, smooth body against his. Taunting him because he can't touch you.

You press your body along his, breasts against his face. Maybe you should have told him he can't do anything. The moment Miguel is face with skin contact, he peppers the tops of your chest with kisses. Small, desperate ones. Enough to increase your arousal.

A hand grips his hair while you let him kiss you a little longer. Squeezing your thighs together, biting your lip. Miguel does more than kiss though. He licks up to your neck, humming along at the taste and smell of you. It makes you gasp when he continues. Alternating between licking and kissing on the valley of your breasts.

Taking back control, you tug his head back. His full lips part, glasses a little crooked. You lean down for another kiss, tongue colliding along yours. Tasting the minty toothpaste.

Miguel groans in your mouth when you raise your hips. Your plump ass grazing his bulge. You pull away by dragging his bottom lip before starting your descent. Nibbling, licking, and sucking on his neck. He sighs and still doesn't make an effort to touch you. He's always so good at following directions.

Even as your slide your hands from his shoulders, down to his biceps, forearms, and hands. Leaving them there as you kiss his chest. Your tongue flicking his nipple, earning a satisfying ‘aah’ from his lips. While transitioning to the other, Miguel shifts. Trying to make himself more comfortable despite being confined in his shorts. He hisses at you palming his hardness, him gripping the sofa cushions for some self control.

“Can I touch you now? Please?”

You pretend to think it over, “Hmm, no. Be patient.”

A shaky sigh leaves him when you tug at the waistband of his shorts. With some help of Miguel raising his hips, you pull off the shorts in one swoop, ‘accidentally’ removing his boxers as well.

“Oh no, that wasn't part of the plan.” You faux pout while his hard cock is in front of you. Desperate to be touched. His face filled with lust as he still doesn't move his eyes away from you. Or make a move.

Time to cut him some slack.

“My poor baby.” You turn around and bend down, letting him see your bottom when you slowly pull down your panties. The air hitting your sex, showing him how wet you are. “I bet this is torture, huh?”

Miguel hums but doesn't say anything. He's probably too busy focusing on your nice ass. Your pussy that he wants to dive in and taste. With your panties placed on the sofa, you bend down once more to grab the lube. Give him another showing before the main event.

You smirk at him holding your panties, using them while he strokes himself.

“Before you say anything, you said I can't touch you.”

“I wasn’t gonna say anything…”

Miguel eyes traces your form, his chest rising and matching his strokes. You decide to let him get some relief, watching him while placing some lube in your palms. You were clearly right about his fascination with your underwear. The sight of them being against his cock, stirs something inside of you.

“Those panties better than me?”

“N-No.”

You move his hand aside, sitting down with your back against his chest. Miguel’s heavy pants tickle your ear, making you shiver in delight. With your palm you stroke his shaft, covering him with the slick lube.

Before you slide yourself on him, you needed to make sure you are ready first.

As you dip your fingers inside, your head goes back. Your thumb rubbing your clit causes you to moan. Miguel nuzzles along your cheek, taking in your noises of pleasure.

“I wish you can taste how wet I am…”

His breath hitches, “I-I can. Please…let me…”

You take out your two fingers and put them close to his lips. Miguel doesn’t hesitate in tasting you, sucking on your fingers and groaning as he does so. His eyes closed. His tongue running all over your digits to make sure he gets it all.

“Good job…”

Your back arches when you flick your clit. Your muscles relaxing, a familiar feeling building up in your lower stomach. Miguel’s desperate pants don't help. They egg you on while he nibbles on the space between your neck and shoulder. His tongue creating a wet trail from your neck to your earlobe. The air drying it off and making you come on the spot.

Surging against his body, your toes curling, your eyes rolling back while you scream. Miguel resolve still remains despite the death grip on the cushions and the tip of his cock getting darker.

“You always sound so pretty.” He mumbles under your skin, placing kisses as you calm down.

You want those hands on you. You want him to create a picture on your skin.

You grab a condom from the box on the table. Your slippery hands make it difficult to tear it open, but he helps you. Easily opening the package and handing it back to you.

When you slide the condom on his cock, you raise your hips. Effortlessly, you lower on to his length, shuddering at the way he's able to bump along your walls. Your legs shake and your poor man is aching to touch you.

“You can touch me now.”

In an instant, Miguel holds the underside of your thighs. His grip helping you raise your hips before slamming back down to the base. His fingertips dig into you, creating a gentle burn. You turn away to make sure he doesn't see you and your pleasure ridden face.

Miguel sucks his teeth, “I- I can't look at you now?”

“You’re already touching me-unh!”

He bucks up into you, hitting a spot that makes you croon. You're struggling to grab on something so you wrap an arm around his neck while the other cups your covered breast.

Miguel notices you're not completely naked either and unfastens the bra, exposing you, maneuvering the straps from your arms before he tosses it behind him. He can't lift you and fondle you at the same time. But it gives him a show at your breasts moving along with your movements.

Up and down. Up and down. His large hand molding on your thighs. His thick cock stuffing you full. You're losing any coherent thought. The way his shaft disappears inside you takes up your mind.

You wonder what he looks like right now. If his glasses are still on. Still a bit crooked. The thought of him looking a little disarray while he's fucking you is tempting.

You want to see him.

While he’s focused, you glance back and your breath is stolen away. Your boyfriend's brows furrow, glasses on the tip of his nose, his lips curl. You want to see that. See him.

“Miguel…” You call, “I wanna…I wanna see you.”

“Really?”

“Mmhm.”

You're not sure what happened.

First you're against his back on the couch and now you're on your back. Your legs up high, locking eyes with Miguel when he pushes into you. His glasses on the brink of falling off. He must’ve notice when he pushes them up on his face.

The grip on your ankles secure you when he fucks you.

Your mouth gapes, eyes rolling back as he's repeatedly hitting your cervix. Sounds of skin hitting skin echo throughout the apartment. Miguel's pants mix in with them. You're seeing stars, any coherent thought gone.

“Fuck, Miggy…right there.”

“Here?”

You gasp at his sharp thrust. He doesn't stop, hitting you just right that it makes a second orgasm rise from within. Taking you by surprise as your eyes widen, your walls squeezing his cock.

It takes him by surprise too, because Miguel immediately comes. Bending your ankles almost to your ears.

The two of you stay like that for a moment. As much as you can until your legs start to ache. To your relief, your man sits back, pulling you on top. Your lips connect as you two slowly make out.

That word is on the tip of your tongue, but what type of person would you be if you say it after sex?

“Did you like your gift?”

Miguel rubs his nose along yours, causing you to smile. “I loved it. It was perfect.”

“Well, there’s more where that came from.” You take off his glasses and he gives you a questionable gaze. “I don't wanna break your glasses.”

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[cloudsmateria]

love crushed - cloud x reader

summary: cloud can't sleep with you on his mind, unable to accept his feelings. until eventually you both get caught unable to sleep. confessions occur, seggs happens perchance.

tw: seggs, quite rough seggs

He finally gave up. After hours of writhing in his hotel room, trying to convince himself over and over again, he knew he wasn’t winning. You had been circulating his mind, doing laps, your face crossing his vision every second. Continuously recalling your cut-up face today, panting, exhausted, the way his heart failed at the sight of you. You had no hesitation when it came to saving anyone, even at the expense of yourself. 

He groaned, dragging himself out of bed to get fresh air on the balcony. He dragged his hands down his face as he leaned against the railings, looking over Junon. He was being such a fucking girl about this, really. Just a simple crush and it was like he was 14 years old again, getting sweaty hands at the mere thought of you, and yet he still didn't want to accept it, what was right in front of him.

Cloud sighed deeply, resting his elbows against the railings and clasping his hands together. He couldn’t do this anymore. He couldn't be away from you. Even if you didn’t return his feelings, it wasn't going to stop him, no way in hell, he just needed you by his side, sitting in that bed he was already thinking about knocking on your door just to talk to you and see if you were still okay from that fight that happened hours ago. 

"I don't like her. I'm just not used to having new friends," he told himself, the wind ruffling his hair and his heart pounding at the thought of you, eventually shaking his head, that didn't feel right. He couldn't even deny it anymore. "...It's just a crush, I'll get over it."

The lie tasted bitter on his tongue.

Cloud was already heading to your room, his hand raised to knock on the door before he realised what he was doing. He cursed himself, dropping his arm back down to his side. This was fucking ridiculous, what was he doing? Cloud didn't even realise the way he was acting, but this was unlike him. Normally, he was cool and collected, always had been, but you, you turned his world upside down and he had no idea how to handle it. 

"Why am I doing this?" He thinks, softly leaning his head against the door. "She's probably sleeping, why are you disturbing her for this stupid shit?" He asked himself, turning around and walking down the hall towards the elevator. He pressed the button, waiting as he looked back at your door. And you stepped out, half asleep and still in your pajamas, it was so dark you didn't even see Cloud at the end of the hallway. 

You shuffled down the hallway. Your head was killing you, all those thoughts that had been swarming you for the past few hours, and now you had a headache. It was a horrible, horrible, night. You needed to go see Aerith to see if she had any healing spells, or Tifa to see if she had any medication, maybe you could go out and clear your head.

You bumped straight into Cloud's chest while you were rubbing your eyes.

"Y/n?"

"Cloud?"

"What are you doing up? Are you okay?"

"I could ask you the same thing. Not trying to sneak out on us are you?" You say, looking up at him, squinting. The hallway lights were bright and you couldn't see his expression properly.

"Just taking a walk."

"Oh my god, that's great. Can I join you?"

"Sure. Everything okay?"

"Yeah," you sigh, "I just couldn't sleep, I've got a lot of things on my mind."

"I know what that's like."

"You couldn't sleep either, huh?"

"Yeah."

"Wanna talk about it?" You ask, walking next to him as you both go downstairs.

"Not really." You smiled.

"You're never going to open up to me, are you? It's nice to get things off your chest, you know. I'm a great listener."

"You're also so nosy."

"Only for hot, mysterious guys." You giggle, poking him in the chest. He rolls his eyes, shaking his head and trying not to smile, but you notice his mouth twitching and the tips of his ears going red. "Where are we going, by the way?"

"Down on the beach, unless you want to go somewhere else?"

"No, it's fine. I love the beach."

"You'll freeze."

"I won't."

"You're still wearing your PJs."

"I don't need a lecture, Cloud."

"Well it's my problem if you get sick, isn't it?"

"That's cute. Assuming the responsibility of taking care of me."

"Isn't that what I'm doing right now?"

"Touche."

You both walked in silence to the beach, the breeze was warm and the stars were shining bright in the sky. The waves were crashing on the shore, the smell of the ocean was filling the air, and Cloud was beside you.

"What's on your mind?" He asked. 

"Hit my head when we were fighting earlier, had a headache. And just thinking about some stupid shit that happened years ago, it's so annoying when you can't get things out of your head and you get a headache."

"I get it. I feel the same way. Sometimes it feels like a million things are happening and all at once."

"Exactly."

You were quiet for a moment, listening to the ocean and feeling the soft sand beneath your feet. He turned to face you while you were looking over the water, moonlight softly reflecting in your eyes, lighting up your face. Breathtaking. Although brutally reminded of earlier as his eyes dropped down to the cut on your cheek, the gash on your arm. 

"I’m sorry that I couldn't get to you quick enough earlier."

"It's fine, you don’t have to protect me. Just ended up with a concussion."

"Why do you always get yourself hurt for other people?" You laughed. 

"I couldn't let Tifa get hurt, could I? She deserves princess treatment. You would know, you have a crush on her, don't you?" 

"What?" Cloud choked.

"Knowing a girl that pretty since you were kids? Sounds like a great love story." You were genuinely curious, not wanting to be a homewrecker or get the wrong idea from him at any point. You could get the vibe that she liked him too, that they were flirting sometimes. 

"Tifa is my best friend, I've known her for years."

"You guys were arguing like a couple in Nice. Or is it a relationship?"

"We're childhood friends."

"That's not what I asked, Cloud."

"No, it’s not.”

"What about Aerith?"

"Aerith is like my sister."

"Do you have a crush on her then? Is that why you always get flustered around her?"

"Why does it matter? You've got a thing for Reno, don't you?" You burst out laughing, he couldn't help but smile watching you die for a minute straight, until you could feel abs coming through. But he genuinely wanted a straight answer. "Don't you?"

"No?" You snorted. 

"Leslie or Tseng?"

"Oh my God, Cloud. You're going to kill me." You laughed. "What makes you think that?"

"You kept calling them hot. The way you look at both of them too. "

"The way I look at him? Are you jealous?" You tease.

"Of course not." He said sternly.

"Why are you getting so defensive, Strife?" You smirk.

"I'm not."

"Sounds like jealousy to me."

"Why would I get jealous?"

"Are you sure you're not jealous, Cloudy? You're getting a bit worked up."

"Y/n..." He mutterest annoyedly.

"You're not denying it."

"What's there to deny? ...Oh, come on. I saw the way you looked at Reno."

"Reno's a pain in the ass. An attractive pain in the ass. But I don't like him." Thank God, he thinks. "What about you then? Aerith or Tifa?"

"No."

"No to both of them?"

"Why are you surprised?"

"Because they're gorgeous! Are you gay?!"

"No. I'm just... not attracted to them. That's all."

"Ok so... not gay, not attracted to Tifa or Aerith." You list. "You have to like someone."

"Who do you like thetn?" I’m not ready for an unrequited confession, you think. 

"I asked first."

"Are you 5?"

"We're literally sitting here talking about crushes and you're dodging the question. You’re the five-year-old."

"This is ridiculous."

"Who is it?"

"Are we really going to do this here?"

"Please."

"I like you." Cloud says, finally looking at you. You freeze, blinking a couple of times. His heart sinks to his stomach, knowing he should’ve expected rejection and feeling like a fucking idiot. 

"What?"

"You heard me."

"Say it again."

"I like you, Y/n. What? Have I ruined everything?"  One more butterfly and you would've flown away. 

"You don't." You say, trying to confirm it.

"Why is that so hard to believe?"

"If you're being serious I'm going to do something really stupid."

"Wha-" You grabbed the collar of his vest, pushing his face toward you, lips connecting.  His hands find your waist quickly, pulling you closer and deepening the kiss. Your hands snake around his neck, running through his hair, his hand cupping your cheek, thumb stroking it. He pulls away, biting your bottom lip, picking your hips to wrap your legs around his waist, panting heavily and taken shocked.  

"You have no idea how long it took for me to come to terms with the fact I like you."

“I can’t believe it either.” You smile, kissing him again. “I bagged Cloud Strife.”

“And I bagged you.”

"Let’s get back to the hotel. It’s cold.”

“Almost like I said. And who’s going to be the one taking care of you?”

“It’s almost like I wanted you to warm me up.” You smiled. 

…

He quickly had you against the door the second you got in, kissing down your neck feverishly. It was the only thing he could do after you had been relentlessly going through his mind all week. He wanted nothing more than to feel every inch of you.

"Cloud," you moan, pulling at his vest and throwing it off of him.

"What?" He breathes, his hand reaching the back of your neck to pull you into another kiss.

"Do you know how hot you are?"

"Do you know how hot you are? Why the hell are you not naked yet?" He mumbles into your mouth, ripping your shirt off.

"Fuck." You gasp, as his lips travel down your chest, unclipping your bra. "Couldn't even wait to get onto the bed? Ah-!" His nimble fingers came to your breast, rolling the bud, his mouth sucking in your other nipple, tongue swirling around it. You grip onto his hair, your body burning, twitching. He lifts his head, his lips capturing yours again.

"You're beautiful."

"You're making me blush." You breathe, as his finger catches in your waistband, moving slowly.

“It looks good on you."

"Hurry up, please,"

"Begging already?"

"You've had me waiting long enough, I swear-" He presses his lips against yours again, silencing you.

"Patience."

"I can’t." You mutter as he pulls off your shorts and undergarments, bringing his face down, arms wrapped around your thighs to prop you up against the wall.

"Please, Cloud."

"God, I love it when you beg. You have no idea what it does to me." He groans, taking in what is in front of him. 

"Fucking do something about it." You say frustratedly, bucking your hips forward to prompt any kind of contact. 

"Didn't expect you to be such a brat." He nudges his nose against your clit, making your thighs squeeze, although forced back open by his arms.

"Cloud!"

He licks a long stripe down your pussy, his tongue slipping in. His tongue flicks, making you arch as you whisper his name over and over.

"Cloud, fuck, Cloud,"

"So pretty," he says, muffled.

"More, please."

He takes your clit into his mouth, his tongue swirling around it, his arms holding you up as you start to shake. His tongue works its way down, sliding in and out, nose pressed deeply into your sensitive bud. It didn't take you long to feel yourself build up to your finish.

"I'm close." You whimper, he feels your thighs tighten, letting your thighs squeeze his head and hang your legs over your shoulder. 

"Come on, baby."

You moan as your climax reaches, eyes rolling back, gripping his hair tightly. Your legs begin to twitch, his head lifting up.

"So perfect for me." He hums, standing up, held up by your ass as he brings your face up for a kiss. He brings you over to lie on his bed. He kisses down your body, making you whine.

"What about you?" You ask. 

"What about me?"

"Don't you want to finish?"

"You want me to fuck you?"

"God, yes."

"Are you sure you can handle it, princess?" He asks, undoing his trousers and removing the rest of his clothes. “How do you want it?”

"However you want."

"I asked how you wanted it, Y/n.”

"I'm indecisive, I just need you. Do whatever you want, please."

"You sure you're not going to regret that? I won't hold back." He says, kicking off his trousers. You can see the bulge through his boxers, making your heart stop for a minute. "Having second thoughts?"

"That's a lot for my first time."

"You're a virgin?"

"I don't exactly have time for boyfriends when I move all over the place."

"I'll be gentle then."

"I thought you said you weren't holding back." You sit up, watching him as he pulls it out, and kicks away his boxers too. Speechless.

"Only if you had a deathwish." He teases. 

"Can I suck it?"

"Only if you promise not to bite."

"No promises."

He smiles, stroking his cock a couple of times, standing over you. He lets your hand wrap around it, guiding you to his tip. You take him in your mouth, his hand tangling itself in your hair, gently guiding himself down your throat.

"You're so pretty." He groans. You swirl your tongue, making him buck his hips slightly, a moan escaping his lips. You hum, sending vibrations down his dick, his grip tightening in your hair.

"Faster," he pleads, thrusting into your mouth, your eyes watering as he goes deeper. "Fuck,"

He pulls out, you lick a long strip down the underside, sucking the tip. You can taste the precum as you go back to deepthroating him as far as you can manage until you feel his balls tighten.

"God, I could cum in your mouth right now."

You can feel him getting close, his grip starts to tighten. He pulls you away by your hair.

"I was going to let you finish me, but I want to hear you scream." He pushes you back down onto the bed, spreading your legs wide open. You can feel the heat radiating off of his dick, as it rests on your pelvis. "You still want this?"

"Yes, Cloud. Please, please."

"Needy thing." He says, leaning down to peck your lips. He swirls a finger around your clit, before pushing the tip against it, slowly running it up and down. He watches the way your face contorts in pleasure, as you grab the pillow underneath your head. He lines himself up, changing his mind at the last second with a grin, rubbing it up between your lips again. 

"Stop teasing me,"

"It's so fun to watch your squirm,"

"I'll finish myself off."

"Oh yeah? How are you going to do that if I'm holding you down?" He grabs your wrists, pinning them above your head.

"I can't wait any longer, please."

"Since you're begging so nicely."

"God, finally." He leans over again, kissing you one more time before lining himself up. Slowly, pushing the tip in, and letting you adjust to the stretch as he stayed there for a minute. He groaned, it was already so tight, hot, wet.

"Fuck... So tight." He mutters, thrusting the tip in. "You okay?"

"Yeah." You twitch around him, and he feels it. He pushes in slowly, inch by inch. His cock filling you, the stretch getting wider, as he slides in completely, the inside of you full.

"Ah- Fuck."

"Want me to stop?" You shake your head. He bites down on his bottom lip. "God you feel so good." Slowly, he pulls out, the head catching on the edge, and pushes in again. The pace stays slow for a while, his hand holding your wrists above your head.

"Taking me so good." He moans, kissing your neck again. You whimper, any discomfort starting to melt away, pleasure taking over.

"Harder, Cloud."

He complies, snapping his hips into you, the pace slowly picking up. You cry out and his hand comes off your wrists to clamp around your mouth before you woke up everyone else, his thrusts turning into a fast and rough pace, the sound of skin slapping on skin echoing through the room. His breath was hot on your neck, panting.

"You want it rough?" 

"God, please, yes." He pulls out suddenly, flipping you over onto your chest, your ass hanging in the air. 

His hand came to your hip, slamming back into you, grabbing a handful of hair and yanking it back, forcing your back to arch. His pace was brutal, his hand leaving your hip, coming to the small of your back, holding you in that position. The room filled with nothing but the sound of his balls hitting your clit, the obscene wet noise of his cock slipping in and out. You bury your face into the pillow, muffling the noises spilling out of your mouth.

"God, you take my cock so well. Such a good girl." He groans. His pace begins to stagger, his dick twitching inside you. "Can't believe I had to wait this long for you."

He pulls your head back, pressing his chest against your back. He kisses and sucks at the skin of your neck, his hips snapping against your ass, the sound of the headboard knocking against the wall. His hand comes back down to your clit, rubbing harsh circles, and it was overwhelming. You felt tears form in the corner of your eyes.

"I'm so close."

"Me too."

"Come on, y/n, cum on my cock." His hips snapped again, and you couldn't hold back anymore. The knot in your stomach released, your legs shaking.

"Fuck." He groans, his hips stuttering and his hand coming down to grip your ass, feeling the convulsions of your body around his dick. "I'm going to cum inside."

"Please."

"You want it?"

"Uh-huh."

He buries himself inside, a guttural groan escaping his throat, the heat of his cum filling you up, twitching, his thrusts slowing, riding out his orgasm. His arms wrapped around your body, keeping you pressed against his chest, as you both lay there, panting, trying to catch your breath.

"Fuck." He chuckles. "That was..."

"Wow."

"Are you okay?" He asks.

"I'm seeing stars, I think. Or maybe I'm in love."

"You're definitely in love." He smiles, kissing your cheek. He thrusts deep into you one more time, his cock sensitive, the both of you moaning. "Round two?" He suggests.

"I'll die." He laughs and pulls out of you, you whimpering at the loss. He rolls onto his back, pulling you with him.

"I'll get you a pill tomorrow morning, okay?"

"I have an important question."

He wraps his arms around your waist, his forehead pressed against yours. "Go on."

"How did you learn how to fuck so good?"

"I had a lot of pent-up energy."

"So I was just an easy outlet?"

"Maybe."

"I don't want to hear another word."

"I'm joking. It was pent up feelings, you idiot."

"Or maybe you're just a man whore?"

"No, definitely not. Just pent up feelings, like I said."

"For how long?"

"Like a year."

"That's a long time."

"I know."

"Why didn't you say anything?"

"I thought you didn't like me."

"Cloud."

“Mm.”

“You’re stupid.”

“I know. We could’ve fucked sooner.”

"Is that what you're really thinking about?"

"Not really. I'm thinking about how good your pussy feels around my cock."

"You're gross."

"You're gross, you made me cum inside you. They're going to give us an earful tomorrow, they definitely heard us." He mumbles, littering kisses up and down your neck again, wrapping his arms around you tighter. 

"Guess we better get some sleep then?"

“Anything you say, princess.”

-

this is my first time writing smut. not sure how to feel about it. maybe a little too fast paced but very fun to write, learnt a lot.

[sombrashe]

ohh i'm glad you take reqs for jesse! it can be any jesse or both i dunno, maybe the show's jesse? young mazino is too fine istg

can you write smth about reader being joel's daughter and dating jesse in secret until they are caught by ellie/dina or even joel/tommy.

them trying to keep their relationship a secret 😭 i find it so sweet to think abt!!! having jesse sneaking thru your window for a kiss gnight or patrolling 2gether and taking a little too long to return to jackson and always finding a way to be next to one another 😭 i love secret relationships that get busted by their friends

if that's not ok or not smth you want to write that's totally fine! thank u anyway 💜

caught tlou tv show jesse

content ִ ࣪𖤐⋆ miller!reader, siblings reader & ellie, joel lives au, dina still has jj but earlier, they/them pronouns used for reader

note ִ ࣪𖤐⋆ i got sooo carried away with this lmao i hope you enjoy it!!

the first time it's ellie who catches you two

you're curled up in jesses lap, the tv low in the background. some horror movie flashes on the screen as the plot twist is revealed. you're yapping away, your smile bright as you tell jesse all about patrol.

"Cat ended up falling through the roof of a snowed in house and sprained her ankle. I had to rig up some rope thing to pull her out. It was a nightmare, but I got her out."

he was just about to reply when the door to your room swung open. you sit up, your forehead slamming into his chin. you're both laid out groaning as ellie stands there. watching the two of you for a moment she points directly at you.

"When did this start?"

"Two months ago, on New Year's Eve."

"And you're already getting caught?"

"Sorry."

she shakes her head and points at jesse.

"You treat them right, understand?"

he nods and she frowns before leaving. she never takes her eyes off jesse. when she leaves you're left with a headache and a bruised forehead.

the second time it's dina who catches you two

your kisses are soft and curt. just something small in the middle of the party to satiate you two. you're in the back of the town hall, your bodies hidden behind some coats and gun. you're both like kids in love just straight giggling between kisses as you enjoy the others company. it's when the fireworks start dying down that you decide to join the rest of the town again.

"Are you guys fucking in here? Why is it so warm?"

"Because it's the middle of august."

you gesture to the heat practically seeping through the floorboards. she rolls her eyes and pop her hand on her hip. taking a few more steps she grabs you by the arm. dragging you away from jesse she whispers in your ear.

"You're not pregnant too."

"What? God, no. I would scream."

"Good. You like him?"

"Yeah, a lot."

"How long?"

"New Year's Eve."

"Oh, so that's where you two were."

you nod and she purses her lips in thought. after some deliberation she finally nods and leaves you alone with her voice echoing in the small space.

"I'll give you my leftover condoms. Not like I need them anymore."

the third time it's aunt maria who catches you two

sighing you rub your cheek against jesse's with a faint smile. your arms are wrapped tightly around his neck as you rest comfortably on his lap. the room is filled with smoke and you're not expecting your replacement for at least another hour. the walkies have been silent for forty minutes or something and it's been nothing but nice. your skin jumps as marias voice cuts off your high yapping.

"Jesse? Y/N? Where are you two?"

jumping off his lap you stumble and fall back into place. wrapping his arms around your waist to steady you. that's how maria finds you both just wrapped in each other. looking at you through the doorway she sends her partner off to start their rounds before walking in. pointing between you two she gives a sift smile.

"Is this a thing?"

you feel your face heat up and for some reason aunt maria finding you two embarrasses you more than anything. sliding off his lap you make sure to take your time so you don't stumble again. facing maria you look over at her with a soft smile.

"Since New Years Eve."

"Good, glad you finally got together. It's been long enough hearing you two talk about the other. Now go on, get your coats. Get back to Jackson quickly, it's cold out there."

the fourth time it's uncle tommy who catches you two

smiling you presses kisses against jesse's exposed chest. smooth skin peppered in moles and marks from years in the apocalypse. you laid across his front while lazy arms encircled your waist. much less lazy hands squeeze and rub at your blanketed butt. you felt absolutely amazing and was riding on cloud 9 when a noise alerts you two. hopping out of the bed jesse only has time to throw on his boxers before the door is thrown open. covering your head with the blanket you silently scream into fabric.

"Ah, hell. Is this why you two skipped out on patrol?"

ripping the blanket from your face you get ready to argue. jesse lets out a noise much like a surprised seal.

"What patrol? We went out this morning."

"No you went out, they weren't scheduled. Did you two go on patrol together? Where's Mike?"

"He got sick, he said he cleared it with you."

"He did not."

the room is silent as tommy mulls over the news. looking between you two his eyebrows furrow.

"Does Joel know?"

"No, sir."

you glance over at jesse, his formal tone a weird reminder of your spot in this community. sitting up you hug the blanket over your shoulders so only your head pokes through.

"Please don't tell him, not yet."

"You need to tell 'em. You can't let him catch ya'll like this. He'll kill me."

"Okay, I promise. I'll talk to him tomorrow. I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry, sweetheart. You didn't do anything wrong. Lord knows how hypocritical it'd be of me to lecture you."

with that he takes one glance look between you two before walking out mumbling.

it takes you three days to finally tell your dad

you're sweating bullets as you knock on joels door. you can hear him mumbling and cursing behind the oak as he fiddles with whatever. a chair scrapes against wood and the door it opened to a frown. it only takes a second before he realizes who you are with a wide smile.

"How are you doing, sweet pea? Something the matter?"

you take a deep breath before nodding. taking his hand in yours you keep your voice steady.

"Me and Jesse are dating. No i'm not telling you because i'm pregnant and yes we are being safe."

he frowns and thinks hard for a long while. keeping your hand enclosed in his he stares directly at them the entire time. every question imaginable must be running through his mind as he thinks about the words he wants to use.

"How long have you two been seeing each other?"

"Since New Years Eve."

"An entire year and you never said a word?"

"I didn't want you to get all dad mode on me."

"Well it's not like I have a lot of experience in this department."

"I know, but I promise everything's been great. Jesse is sweet and kind and everyone approves. Even Ellie."

he hums and pats your hand. nodding slightly he kisses the top of your head with a long sigh.

"You're growing up so fast, kiddo. Remember when we first got here and you spilled your ice cream all over Jesse's pants?"

"Oh god, don't remind me. I must have cried for hours that night."

"Yep with Ellie right beside you trying to calm you down. Time flies."

giving you a soft hug he holds you at an arms length. letting you back away he smiles before asking if you wanna join him in fixing a clock.

"Duh."

[dioslesbianwife]

hiii! i'm nana!

i had an idea with the Stardust Crusaders that the reader is Joseph's daughter, but has the same personality as Joseph in part 2 (please make Joseph's part platonic🙏🙏🙏)

hii, thank you for requesting, hope you enjoy <3

You’re basically the team’s walking headache.

Joseph thought he was prepared to deal with someone like you… until you actually joined the crusade and immediately picked a fight with a random Stand user in Cairo just because they looked at you sideways.

“Why is she like this?” “Because you were like this, old man.”

Joseph Joestar (Dad)

Proud? yes. Terrified? Also yes.

It's like watching his own youth flash before his eyes, only this time he has to be the responsible adult.

Constantly muttering “I was never this annoying” while the others stare at him like are you serious right now?

You have the same bad habit of teasing your opponents mid-fight and loudly predicting their next move- he’s equal parts horrified and impressed when you’re right.

“THAT’S MY GIRL!” becomes his war cry when you land a particularly slick hit.

Always trying to get you to use Hermit Purple (or whatever your Stand is) responsibly, but you keep using it for dumb things like drawing dicks in the sand or analysing enemy outfits for “roast material.”

Jotaro Kujo

Your favorite hobby is getting on his nerves. and it works.

“Yare yare daze.” “Yare yare YOUR MOM, Jotaro.”

He says he can’t stand you, but he will absolutely throw the first punch if anyone else insults you.

While you don’t have a Stand as OP as Star Platinum, you do have the same chaotic creative thinking as Joseph in battle, and Jotaro respects that more than he’ll ever say out loud.

You once convinced a Stand user that you were a ghost haunting your own body just to distract them long enough to get in a sneak attack. Jotaro was unimpressed at first… but it worked.

Sometimes you get really quiet and thoughtful when he’s not looking. Jotaro’s not sure what’s worse: when you’re loud and scheming or when you’re quiet and definitely scheming.

Kakyoin

You two bond over strategy and mischief.

He plays the straight man to your antics, but he secretly loves watching you get under Jotaro’s skin.

Has a soft spot for you, even if he pretends to be above your nonsense.

“Kakyoin, be honest- on a scale of 1 to 10, how much would Hierophant Green enjoy helping me pull off a prank on Polnareff?” “…5. maybe 6. but only if it’s tasteful.”

He’s probably the only one who can get you to chill when you’re really fired up. his calm energy levels you out, though you always bounce back five minutes later.

Polnareff

Chaos twins. certified besties. terrible influence on each other.

If something explodes in the distance, it’s either your fault, Polnareff’s fault, or you both planned it together.

Constantly bickering but in a sibling way. “I swear I'm gonna shave that stupid little tuft off your head when you sleep.” “Not if I glue your tongue to a toilet first!”

You once dared him to fight a chicken because “You heard it was possessed.” He lost. You didn’t stop laughing for a week.

Sometimes he gets overwhelmed by how quickly you shift between funny and fiercely intelligent in a fight.

Avdol

“You remind me of your father. exactly like him. too much like him.”

He respects you deeply but absolutely does not trust you with matches, explosives, or anything labeled “flammable.”

You once tried to argue your way out of a fight and accidentally talked a Stand user into switching sides. Avdol just stood there blinking like “what the hell just happened?”

He's the first to back you up when you say something smart or insightful, especially when the others are too busy making fun of you.

Still calls you “miss Joestar” no matter how many times you yell “just call me cool queen Joestar supreme, Avdol!”

[st3f13ily]

Gojo VS House Chores

> Married life means Gojo attempting chores, only to make things worse. He declares war on laundry but loses.

Next (soon!) || Masterlist

You should have known better.

You really should have known better.

But when Gojo looked at you with that cocky grin, twirling your freshly washed shirt around his finger and declaring, "Mochi, I got this. Laundry is easy. Just leave it to me." You had made the fatal mistake of believing him.

Now, standing in the aftermath of what can only be described as laundry armageddon, you regret everything.

Round 1: Washing Machine VS Satoru Gojo (Rematch)

Last time, he nearly flooded the house. This time, he promise to do better.

Lies.

Because now, your shirt is pink.

And your favourite sweater?? The one you absolutely told him to wash on delicate? Shrunken. Tiny. It could fit a doll.

Gojo holds it up. Blinking. "Huh??? It's smaller than I remember."

You stare at him. "Toru. What did you do?"

"Wellll..." He stretches the word, rubbing his neck. "I may have accidentally set it to the hottest setting because I thought it would clean extra good."

You inhaled sharply. "And the pink shirts?"

He pauses. "...Red socks are tricky little guys, huh?"

From the doorway, a very unimpressed Megumi watches this disaster unfold. "Your an idiot." He deadpans.

Gojo gasped dramatically. "My own son, betraying me?!"

Little Megumi crossed his arms. "I'm not your son."

"You wound me, kid."

Megumi just turns to you. "Why do you let him do things?"

"I don’t. He just does them."

"Sounds like a problem."

"I know."

Round 2: The Drying Disaster

After the washing machine accident, you make it very clear that Gojo is not touch the dryer.

So naturally Gojo takes this as a challenge.

The moment you leave the room, he sneaks in like a child who has never been told 'no' before. Megumi watches this unfold with the energy of someone who is used so used to this nonsense.

"You're going to break something." He warns.

"Please," Gojo scoffs. "I am a master of technique and precision."

He then dramatically tosses an entire pile of wet clothes into the dryer (without sorting them) slams the door shut, and presses the button with all the confidence of a man who has never failed in his life.

For a moment, all is well.

Then, a loud THUMP.

Followed by a wet splat.

Megumi sigh. "Tell me you didn't put something in there that shouldn't be in the dryer."

Gojo blinks. "…Okay, so let’s say hypothetically I accidentally threw in a bottle of fabric softener. That wouldn't be a huge problem, right?"

You appear in the doorway just in time to hear this. "You WHAT?!"

As if on cue, the dryer begins making horrifying noises, shaking violently as the bottle tumbles inside, slamming against the walls.

Gojo takes a slow step back. "Okay, but listen, I thought I took it out—"

The dryer suddenly stops. A beat of silence.

Then—B O O M.

The door flies open, and an explosion of liquid detergent and half dried clothes burst out, splattering everywhere.

Gojo, now covered in soapy residue, blinks. "Huh. That was unexpected."

Megumi turns to you. "I think you should ban him from the laundry room."

You nod. "Agreed."

Gojo pouts. "You guys are so dramatic. This is just a minor setback."

You throw a towel at his handsome face.

Final Round: Folding—The Last Hope

Since washing and drying have both ended in catastrophe, you decide to give him one last shot. Surely, he can’t mess up folding.

You leave him alone for ten minutes.

That was your mistake.

When you return, your laundry is in chaos. Clothes are scattered, socks are nowhere to be found, and somehow, Gojo has folded pants into the shape of an origam swan.

You blink. "What… is this?"

Gojo beams. "Art."

Megumi then said. "He tried to do a ‘technique’ where he throws clothes in the air and folds them before they land."

You turn to your beloved husband. "You—what?!"

Gojo shrugs. "I thought it’d be cool."

Megumi deadpans. "It wasn’t. It was stupid."

You rub your temples, feeling a headache forming. "Gojo. Just—just go sit down."

He pouts. "But—"

"Go."

With great dramatics, Gojo flops onto the couch. "Well, that was exhausting. I think I deserve a reward. Maybe a kiss?"

You throw a sock at his irritating face.

[strwbrychffoncke]

"take me home,, 4.9k words synopsis: in which the crusaders take care of you while you're sick! contains: completely self-indulgent. fluffy sick comfort ,slight crack ,ooc chara(?) dunno ,reader is jotaro's sister (jotaro is referred to as older but wrote w the idea of them being twins (at least 18)/similar in age... minimal phys desc. so reader can also be seen as adopted LOL) ,heavy polnareff x reader coded ,clingy!sick reader LOL ,reader is short (lol) ,some japanese terms used (written in eng) ,french terms of endearment ,light cursing... i think thats everything lol.. :X note: i also realized a lil too late iggy isnt in here but i promise u he's in another draft for something else i started i could never forget him!!!!

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'why me?'

you crack your eyes open to the sun peeking through the inn's room window. you immediately notice your throat feeling sore, sniffling nose uncomfortably stuffy, and fatigue enveloping your entire body.

why was it so hot?

you kick off the covers, finding your strength to roll over in an attempt to get out a bed, only pausing when you feel a looming headache clouding your senses.

you sit on the edge of the bed, holding your head in your hands for a few minutes in an attempt to seize the pain, even if only slightly. when nothing seems to change, you get up, stumbling a bit from sudden dizziness before deciding to get yourself ready for the day.

should i go wake jotaro to let him know i'm not feeling well?

the thought leaves you quickly, all too aware of the time crunch you all were on, and you weren't about to slow down the journey in favor of you getting better. who knows how long that might take?

so, despite the way you have to hold onto the bedframe to keep your balance as you change, the way your skin feels like its bursting into flames, wincing in pain every time you swallow and the way your head is throbbing in the worst way possible: you persevere.

does the inn sell medicine anywhere? maybe i can buy some before anyone sees me, and then meet up with them in the dining room later. i'm usually one of the last ones, so it shouldn't be too strange...

with this plan in mind, you check yourself one last time in the mirror before stumbling out of your room, shutting the door with a click.

-

"ah, bonjour, mademoiselle! what a coincidence we're up at the same time, huh?"

polnareff felt so lucky.

were the gods smiling down at him today? had he done something incredibly noteworthy? it didn't look like any of the others were around yet, either.

polnareff getting to spend the morning alone with you????

'score!'

on the other hand....

you freeze.

'of all times-!'

considering your soft spot for the sweet french man (despite never admitting it, convinced it was one-sided), you hardly wished for him to see you in your current state.

however, you weren't about to turn him away (anyway, its not like you two got much one-on-one time on this hectic journey), and so you decide to face him before mustering up a small smile and a wave.

with or without realizing it, polnareff is absolutely beaming at you, eyes practically filled with hearts and his cheeks flushing a light pink, just from a little greeting? you didn't even speak!

he thinks you look so beautiful, like always, and he's thanking the heavens above for being the first one to see you like this today.

he quickly regains his senses before closing the short distance, standing before you.

his smile is dazzling, and he looks as attractive as always today... you hope your appearance looks presentable enough in this state.

"i was just about to make my way to the dining room, i'm starving! care to accompany me, mon mignon?"

you feel your heart race, as it usually does when he casually calls you by names like that. you still aren't sure why he does, but the crusaders always shoot you a knowing look: when you ask, they don't say anything.

realistically, you could probably say no, sneak away to search for that medicine, and then make your way back to find polnareff in the dining room, munching away at whatever suit his cravings before joining him.

on the other hand, polnareff was strangely attentive to you (something that the other crusaders pointed out more times than not, and that polnareff never once denied but rather avoided the accusation), leaving the possibility of him insisting to accompany you wherever you wished to go, no matter how hungry he might be.

indeed, he'd follow you to the ends of the earth if that was your wish, but you didn't need to know that yet.

so, you're left with simply giving him a small nod, following him sluggishly to the elevator as you allow him to talk your ear off about anything that comes to mind as you try to think of another moment to slip away to attain some medicine.

-

since it was still early, the elevator was occupied by only you two. polnareff filled the silence as he continued recalling the last enemy stand fight, and how they were "no match" for his chariot.

polnareff was so animated in his storytelling. he hoped he might impress you with recalling how strong his stand was and, by extension, him.

though, he did think you seemed a little quieter than usual today, but chalked it up to you simply still being tired.

you nodded along as he spoke, smiling at his dramatics when the elevator shook slightly. it didn't help your dizzy state, easily losing your balance and falling right into the man in front of you.

without any struggle, he caught you with ease.

"woah! mon ange, are you alright? i didn't expect you to stumble into me like that!" polnareff was holding you so securely yet gently, one hand on your upper left arm just below your shoulders, the other gently against your waist, looking down at you to quickly scan your face.

he couldn't help but take in the details of your face at this proximity, noticing the dazed look in your droopy-looking eyes, your shallow breaths, your flushed face, and was your skin warmer than usual?

your eyes shift up to meet his, bashful at the proximity before giving a curt nod. "sorry.." you mutter, shifting your gaze away from his dazzling eyes, unable to handle the intense eye contact for much longer.

"chérie, are you-"

ding!

polnareff is interrupted by the elevator doors as they open for you both.

he quickly releases you, muttering a short apology in his native tongue before stepping out first, turning back to make sure you're following close behind.

still feeling the dizziness, you stumble out after him, subconsciously gripping onto his shirt to keep your balance.

'he's so warm...'

you miss the way the silver-haired man's face practically bursts into flames, red hue matching that of his earrings.

"y-y/n-"

"sorry.. i'm still a little dizzy.... don't leave me behind, you walk too fast.."

. . .

'how can someone be this cute?!?!??!'

aside from the fact that polnareff's heart feels like its about to burst, he can't help but notice the fact that 1) he wasn't walking any faster than he normally did, it was actually you that seemed to be walking slower, and 2) he couldn't tell from the brief responses you gave before, but now, he was sure your voice sounded different than usual.

(additionally, he thought, there was no way in hell he'd ever leave you behind anywhere, accident or not. was that really something you were worried about?)

somehow, he slips the hand that was gripping his top into his own, giving it a firm squeeze before offering a triumphant look back to you.

"i-in that case, don't you think this is better, mon ange? th-this way, there's no way you'll be separated from me on the way to the dining room, right?"

you hum, satisfied. his hand is so warm.

he turns towards the direction of the dining room, hiding his red face, hoping his hand doesn't start to sweat as he begins to guide you.

"w-well then, let's go get some food!"

-

no sooner than later, you both arrived to the dining room, finding a table for six to wait at until the rest of the crusaders came down to join you.

"hmmm, it looks like the others aren't down yet. ah, let me get that for you, mon cœur."

polnareff releases your hand in favor of pulling out your chair for you, pushing it in once you're comfortable before taking the seat to your left.

he orders waters for you both to start before you have his full attention.

even the short trip from the room a couple of stories up to the dining room felt tiring, and you took this moment to momentarily shut your eyes and rest in your seat.

polnareff notices your head hanging slightly, as if it's too heavy for you to hold up yourself.

"here, y-you can rest on me," he practically whispers.

he scoots his chair closer to yours, reaching out a hand behind your head, hesitating for a moment in case you decide to pull away before gently leaning you onto his shoulder.

"are you feeling alright today, mon mignon?"

his voice comes out much softer than his usual loud tone that you almost think you only imagined his concern.

you crack open your eyes to meet his, polnareff's face holding pure concern for you.

"mhm," you nod with a hum.

polnareff gives you a hard look, obviously unconvinced. you quickly grow shy under his stare, gaze shifting to your lap.

"you know, you're a pretty bad liar, m'amour~"

despite his words, he says this fondly, resting his chin in his hand, his gaze never leaving you.

you don't answer, fidgeting with your hands.

"let's see.."

he begins reaching the back of his hand out towards your forehead in an attempt to check your temperature when a voice interrupts the moment.

"goodmorning polnareff, y/n-san."

polnareff recoils his hand as kakyoin makes his way to join you two at the table.

damn.. he thought you two would have some more time together.

you look up, smiling at kakyoin, sparing a small wave before closing your eyes once again.

kakyoin takes the seat to your right, raising an eyebrow at your arrangement before shooting a smirk towards the now-blushing french man.

"oh? polnareff... didn't expect you to be so bold."

"a-ah! kakyoin," his gaze shoots around the room, quickly thinking up an excuse at kakyoin's knowing stare. "doesn't the mademoiselle seem out of it today?"

"polnareff!"

despite the bluntness of polnareff's words, upon closer inspection, kakyoin concludes that you do seem to be less energetic than usual, as you're visibly very fatigued.

"is y/n-chan not just tired? it is quite early for them, isn't it?"

polnareff is quick to refute, having taken a closer look at you himself.

"that's-"

"goodmorning you three, you're up early!"

joseph's voice rings out to you three, avdol and jotaro in tow behind him.

kakyoin gestures at you with his eyes before shifting them to the group and back, silently telling polnareff to do something before jotaro or joseph see.

polnareff is quick to gently move your head from his shoulder to the back of your chair, seemingly before anyone else sees.

avdol and jotaro greet you three before they take their seats while joseph comes up behind your chair, beaming down at you before beginning to pat your head.

you wince at the unexpected contact before realizing who it was, quickly sinking into the familiar feeling.

"goodmorning my beautiful granddaughter! did you sleep well? you're up early today, aren't you?"

without opening your eyes, you greet him back with a short "morning, jii-san," still feeling dazed.

"did you order anything yet? you can get anything you like, however much you like, you know?"

his favoritism is really showing.... was the shared thought between the crusaders at joseph's usual cooing.

"sit down already, old man," jotaro scolds, arms folded across his chest.

joseph huffs out a breath before he retracts his hand, making his way to the last seat between kakyoin and jotaro.

polnareff opens his mouth to speak only to be interrupted once more by a waitress coming by to take everyone's orders.

maybe it's best to bring it up later.. i'll just keep an eye on her for now polnareff thought to himself.

once she leaves, everyone engages in small talk, occasionally asking you something or trying to bring you into the conversation.

as much as you usually enjoy chatting with everyone, you're much too distracted. your skin is hot to the touch, yet the dining room is somehow so cold, you keep taking sips of your water in hopes of it soothing your throat, and your head is throbbing, entire body almost begging you to just get back into bed.

because of this, your answers come out short, or you seem to space out of the conversations.

this isn't something that the crusaders don't take notice to, but most chalk it up to you still being sleepy, and simply decide to leave you be.

-

'she doesn't seem to be looking any better...' polnareff frowns at your state, fighting an internal battle trying to decide if he should inquire about your health here and now, or if he was simply overthinking it.

as you're resting, you unconsciously shiver, something your brother jotaro doesn't fail to notice amongst the chatter and laughter at the table.

he mutters his signature "good grief" before standing up to toss his jacket over you before promptly returning to his seat.

you jump at the sudden weight, looking straight across the table at your brother right as he retakes his seat.

you mouth a quick "thank you, nii-chan" readjusting the oversized jacket comfortably, only now realizing how you were shivering.

jotaro only clicks his tongue in return.

despite this, he keeps his attention on you, having sensed something being off with you from the moment he saw you.

(not to mention polnareff's inability to keep his eyes off of you for ten seconds at a time. even if that was the usual case with him, something was different about it this time, like he was concerned about something. as your big brother, he decided to watch you for the time being).

polnareff watched the exchange, wishing he had a jacket that he could wrap around you. he would've loved to wrap his arms around you instead, but no way was he about to do that in front of everyone, much less in front of joseph and jotaro, lest he be restrained by hermit purple and pummeled half to death by star platinum.

. . .

yeah, absolutely not.

just as he shudders at the thought the meals arrive.

"ah, that looks good! bon appetit~"

you nod, picking up your utensils, hoping that having something in your system will improve your state in some way.

-

"y/n-chan, are you not feeling hungry today?"

avdol's inquiry catches the crusader's attention, everyone's eyes shifting to your half-full plate.

you take a peek at everyone else's plates, either empty or almost there, before shaking your head, reaching for your water cup to down the rest of it.

you couldn't bring yourself to eat much more than a couple of bites, only trying for more as to not worry everyone (though, you usually loved to eat to your heart's content, so even seeing you only eat so much has them concerned, something you didn't consider. who knew they were so attentive towards you?)

you pull jotaro's jacket tighter around you. all you want is to lie down in the thick comforter of the inn bed once more, go back to sleep, and hope that that's the remedy for your annoying sickness.

speaking of, even after eating, you don't feel any better. your headache is still ongoing, dizziness lingering so much so that the room is lightly spinning, your throat hurts no matter how much water you've had, and despite your brother's jacket, you still feel so damn cold!

unbeknownst to you, jotaro and polnareff give you a concerned look, noting how cold you seem to be despite being wrapped in such a large jacket. were you breaking out in a cold sweat?

joseph stares at your unfinished plate for a few lingering moments, humming in thought before speaking up.

"well, if everyone's finished, let's get going shall we?"

as everyone begins to get up from their seats, polnareff is quick to get your chair for you again, holding a hand out for you to take.

"allow me, mademoiselle~"

you crack a smile at his antics, standing up before the lingering dizziness takes over completely. the noise around you begins to merge until it fades to nothing at all, and the next thing you know, you're flush against something warm, your consciousness slowly slipping away.

"woah! y-y/n? Y/N! hey, she passed out!!!!"

even through his panic, polnareff acts quickly, catching your now limp body, cradling you securely against his chest.

at polnareff's cries, the rest of the crusaders quickly shift their attention to you two, everyone quickly growing alarmed at your sudden unconscious state.

"Y/N!"

"damn! you really were... you idiot..." mutters jotaro as he quickly makes his way over.

"OH MY GOD-! is she okay??? what happened?? was it something she ate? why didn't she say anything?!??"

no one can keep up with joseph's questions as he checks over you for himself, frustrated and panicked at the same time.

polnareff shifts you in his hold, bringing the back of his hand up to your forehead.

"damn, she's burning up! she really is sick..."

"what should we do, joestar-san? is there anyway i can help?" kakyoin is quick to offer his services in whatever way he can.

"jotaro, kakyoin, go find some place to get medicine for her. avdol, polnareff, take her back to one of the rooms, there's still time until we have to check out. i'll try to get ahold of one of the doctor's to ensure it's nothing serious."

"right. let's go, kakyoin," jotaro gestured to said man, walking off in the direction of the pharmacy.

"we'll be back soon!" kakyoin called, following right beside him.

"come on polnareff, we should get her into bed as soon as possible so she may rest."

"right!"

"take care of her... she's my precious granddaughter!"

even though joseph meant this in a serious way, it still somehow managed to come out in a sulking manner.

"we promise we will, joestar-san," avdol assured. "let's go, polnareff!"

"i swear i will," polnareff nodded, serious expression on his face before he made his way to the elevator with avdol.

polnareff kept hold of you close to his chest, heart pounding in anticipation for the elevator to arrive at the correct floor.

"did she tell you she wasn't feeling well, polnareff?" avdol broke the silence.

polnareff looked up, a guilty expression on his face. "she didn't.. but she did seem off today. i guessed she maybe wasn't feeling well at the table, but i didn't say anything..." he trailed off, regretful.

"perhaps she did not want us to worry, though, her actions were in vain, considering how everyone is scattered like rats now," avdol offered a smile to polnareff.

"so don't beat yourself up over it. i doubt she wanted to look weak, especially in front of you."

polnareff's face tinted pink, eyebrows raising in surprise. "hey, what do you mea-"

ding!

"come now, let's get her to the room, shall we?"

avdol steps out first, polnareff following close after, sparing a look at you in his arms.

'please be okay, y/n....'

-

"..doesn't seem to be serious.... weather change...."

"what a relief......"

"joestar-san, we found medicine!"

"hey, dont wake her-!"

"good grief..."

you stirred from your slumber, cracking your eyes open to see polnareff's worried expression focused on you.

he stood from where he was sat beside the bed, expression immediately brightening.

"hey, she's awake!"

you sit up slightly in your spot, taking a look around the room to see the rest of the crusaders seated around the bed you're resting in.

"ahhh, goodmorning again! it really was too early of a morning for you, hm?" joseph jokes, reaching a hand out to pat your head once more.

jotaro adjusted his hat, giving you a pointed look.

"geez, you're such a troublemaker, you know that? why didn't you just say something... dumbass."

"jotaro! be nice to your sister!"

"i'm sorry for worrying you all-" a short coughing fit interrupts your words, causing polnareff to gently pat your back to help you until it stops.

"i didn't want to hold us back, and i thought it wasn't that serious. i'm really sorry..."

the apology comes out as almost a whisper considering your sore throat, but it's enough to melt everyone's hearts as they're quick to forgive you.

"good grief..." jotaro mutters.

"don't listen to him, he was the most worried, you know?" joseph teases, continuing his patting.

"says you, old man. you're the one that was barking out demands at everyone, pestering the doctor just trying to do their job."

joseph retracts his hand in favor of pointing it at jotaro.

"why you-!"

you laugh at their bickering before kakyoin intervenes, attention completely on you.

"y/n-chan, it's such a relief you're alright. here, we have some medicine for you. it's supposed to work quite quick, and since you've already eaten something, i recommend you take it right away!"

you nod, thanking him sincerely.

you just begin to realize that you're no longer in jotaro's jacket (as he's wearing it once again), but that you're still incredibly warm before avdol quickly pipes up.

"are you warm enough? i had magician's red warm the blankets for you since you were shivering so much in your sleep."

you nod, thanking him too, before shifting your attention back to polnareff, who had retaken his seat: the one closest to you.

"you really worried me, you know? of course, it's a knight's job to protect the princess, but i didn't expect you to collapse into my arms like that! give a guy a warning next time, will you??"

despite his teasing, his eyes are darting around, and you can see what you think is a hint of a blush covering his cheeks- you're sure your own face is flushed by his words.

you're not sure if it's because of his heartfelt words, his bashful expression, or your sick-dazen state (maybe all of the above) but you reach out your arms to hug his left arm that's closest to you.

"Y-Y/N- wha- that's-"

"'m sorry, jean.... didn't mean to scare you so much..." you mutter, practically nuzzling into his arm, disregarding the others in the room.

his heart feels like its running a hundred miles a minute, and he doesn't think he'll ever get over how his name sounds spoken from your lips (even with your cracked voice).

as much as he loves you clinging to him like this, he can't help but fear for his life when jotaro and joseph are in the same room with him.

"h-he-hey! you must reaaaally be out of it. ka-kakyoin give her- hey, quit laughing! gi-give her the medicine, will you??!"

kakyoin stifles his laughter, quickly handing him a small plastic cup with the orange liquid at the correct measurement.

"here, i've already filled it up for you, y/n-chan. you just have to take it now."

your nose wrinkles at the smell alone, quickly tucking your head back into polnareff's arm and away from the medicine in kakyoin's outstretched hand.

"jeez, you're such a child," jotaro rolls his eyes at your reluctance. "i'll make you drink it if i have to."

joseph takes the cup with a proud "watch this, this always worked on my holly!" before holding it out to you.

"y/n~ if you drink this for jii-san, i'll buy you anything you like, okay?"

you turn back, give the medicine in his hand one single glance before shaking your head, hugging polnareff's arm closer to your chest.

joseph's triumphant smile quickly drops.

"WHAT??!?!"

"that sure worked like a charm," jotaro jokes.

"hey polnareff, why don't you try offering it to her?"

avdol suggests this with a playful smile on his face, almost as if he knew that it would work, but simply framed the tactic as a suggestion.

polnareff, still flustered, only nods, taking the medicine cup from a (pouting) joseph before lightly shaking his left arm to get your attention.

"come mon ange, i know this medicine doesn't ever taste good, but it's the only way to help you get better," he whispers.

you give a slow nod, and he's confident that he's got you.

"oui oui, that's it. i'll even..." he takes a side glance to the rest of the crusaders, eyes all locked on you two.

"i'll even help you. ready?"

you pick up your head, raising your lips to the small cup. polnareff tilts the liquid into your anticipating mouth, and you squeeze your eyes shut once the flavor hits your tongue.

in no time at all, the cup is empty, and you're reaching for a cup of water that was left at your bedside (something that polnareff left for you when you woke up, ready to ensure you'd be hydrated) which polnareff gets for you, trickling the water into your mouth slowly to ensure nothing would spill.

when you gestured you had enough, polnareff retracted the cup, swiping a thumb over your lips to dry them before placing the cup back on the bedside table.

". . ."

the crusaders almost felt like they had intruded on something that they shouldn't have.

the first one to say something was joseph, who was gawking at the entire exchange.

"OH-MY-GOD-!!!!!!!!"

polnareff jumped at joseph's cry.

"joestar-san-!"

"joestar-san, quiet down, she may still have a headache!" kakyoin gently scolds.

"calm down, old man," jotaro states plainly. "she took the medicine, right?"

avdol couldn't hold in his laughter, sending a wink towards polnareff, who quickly looked down at you, seemingly unbothered by your grandfather's antics.

you watch the chaos unfold, grateful to have everyone by your side like this.

"how long are we staying here?" you piped up, causing the commotion to momentarily seize.

joseph checked his watch before speaking up.

"hmm, we still have a couple of hours until we need to check out. take that time to rest up all that you can. by the time we leave, you'll have to take more medicine. if you're still too weak, one of us will have to carry you, alright?"

you nodded, "ok, jii-san."

"oooh that's it. now, you just be a good girl and rest up for the time being, ok?"

you nod again before looking back to polnareff.

"you're going to stay here, right?"

polnareff has always been weak to your charms, but something about you asking him to stay with that wide-eyed dazed look, your cute flushed face, your pursed pink lips-

it makes him almost completely fall at your mercy.

"of c-"

"hmm? will you, polnareff? are you sure you don't have anything more important to do? i'm completely capable of-"

"oh shut it, old man. she wants him to stay, he'll stay. i'll drag you out of here myself if i have to."

"JOTARO! you can't be serious!!! you're really okay with this???!"

"it doesn't matter to me," he trails off.

"but jotaro-!"

you're still looking up at polnareff expectantly, and he can't bare the thought of saying no to you.

"o-of course i'll stay. if that's what you want..." he replies bashfully.

he looks back to see both joseph and jotaro giving him a hard look.

did he say something wrong?!??!

"no funny business, yeah? she's sick-"

"what do you take me for?!??!"

"just make sure she's okay... let us know of any changes," jotaro says, giving polnareff a stern look. "that's my sister, ya know? wouldn't want anything unfortunate happening to the brat."

"of course, i'll let you know right away!" polnareff says a little louder than intended, hoping to earn both men's trust.

why do you have to have such scary relatives, mon coeur?!?!?

joseph lets out one last grunt before he steps out of the room, jotaro following after him.

"we'll be taking our leave to. i'll come back to check on her later, but if you need anything, i'll get it for you."

"kakyoin! you're the best, i appreciate it, really!"

kakyoin smiles before stepping out, back to his and jotaro's shared room.

avdol smiles knowingly at polnareff before speaking up.

"i almost thought i was watching a romance movie, with the way you fed her there."

"avdol!!!"

he chuckles, standing up and making his way out of the room.

"if she's cold again, let me know, and i'll bring out magician's red again. though, she seems... quite cozy for now, so i'm not too sure that will be necessary," he winks.

"avdol-!"

"see you lovebirds later," he waves before closing the door.

polnareff let's out a sigh, looking down at you, already having dozed off, still clutching onto his arm.

'what am i going to do with you, mon trésor?'

-

later, when it's finally time to check out, you're lightly shaken awake to get your next dose of medicine before polnareff offers you a ride on his back, gently settling you before you rest once more. because of this, you miss the way he's blushing hard, all too aware of your soft, warm body so close to his, and you miss the looks that your brother and joseph shoot at him, ensuring that he's holding you securely. the crusaders talk about their next stop while polnareff is lost in his thoughts.

he decides that, once you're feeling better, he ought to be honest with you and confess his feelings properly. for now, he'll continue to do everything that he can to help you feel better, and to keep you extra safe until then.

-

a/n: omg i actually wrote something lol.... wanted to write something w polnareff for awhile n i was sick recently so in that state i wrote this up LOL.... feel like i don't see a surplus off jjba x reader on here ,so i also wanted to write something myself hehe... hopefully it came out well? i was originally just gonna do short hc's but then this happened.... editing this drove me insane LOL. tbh im only on pt4 of jojos ,but still hoping to write more in the future :P my only concern is the french petnames.... i searched up a list for ideas but from my memory, i remember the mon/ma but the list i found only had "mon" for some pet names n both options for the other ,so that's why there's both. otherwise, i hope it came out well n if anyone reads it ,thanks lol~

[howi99]

Project ARC remake 21

Weiss: *blinking* W-what happened to you!? Why are you smiling!?

Jaune: *perplexed* Can't i be happy to see my teammates?

Weiss: But you never smiled! And also, what happened to your eye? Did you hurt yourself even more?!?

Jaune: *chuckle* Weiss, you're funny. *Shaking his head* I didn't hurt myself, it's just that, since i got part of my memory back, every time i look with that specific eye, i get an awful headache. *Sigh* It's like getting my eye ripped off and my ears blown.

Ren: *frown* Sounds bad. You sure you are ok?

Jaune: *smiling* Of course! Man, i can't wait to get to class and-

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Jaune: *get punched square in the face by Yang, falling to the ground*

Yang: *panicking* Shit, are you okay!? I thought you said you were fine!

Jaune: *muffled, his face on the ground* I wasn't prepared at all. But i'm ok! *Grab Yang legs, looking up from the ground* But will you?

Yang: *looking at the ground, seeing the smirking face of Jaune* Uh?

Jaune: *visible eye turning red as his overdrive kicks in* Never let your guard down, that's the first lesson my sister taught me! *Violently bring Yang to the ground, then using Jiu Jitsu to subdue her on the ground*

Glynda: *Thinking* "I'll let him use deception this time, just to show them how unfair a sneak attack can be."

Yang: *trying to remove Jaune* I thought you didn't attack people!

Jaune: *blinking* I'm not? I'm immobilizing you, and after 10 seconds, it should be match, *looking at his Big sister* Right?

Glynda: *trying to hide her blush* Y-yes Jau- i mean mister Arc. (THAT'S MY LITTLE BRO! THAT'S MY BOY!)

Jaune: *beaming*

Yang: *giving up after a moment* Urgh, i can't hit you hard enough and i can't use my semblance anymore. *Sigh* I'm stuck.

Glynda: *smiling* Jaune Arc is the winner.

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Nora: *grinning while slapping Jaune's back* Congrats for the win!

Jaune: Eheh, thanks!

Nora: *looking at him up and down* You look a lot better than before. Getting your memory back sure did help you, uh?

Jaune: *smiling* Yeah, it's like waking up from a dream and- *he suddenly stops talking*

Weiss: *next to him* Jaune?

Jaune: *frown then shook his head* Nothing, i just thought i remembered something else, but it disappeared as fast as it came. *Sigh* I miss Penny...

Pyrrha: *curious* Who?

Jaune: *perplexed* Hm?

Pyrrha: Who's Penny? You just said you missed her, so i'm wondering who it is.

Jaune: Uh... *Pensive* Weird, i have no memory of talking about her nor any of whoever it was. It's just... I know i miss her?

Ruby: She's probably a friend of yours?

Jaune: *chuckle* Yeah, probably. Gee, i hope she isn't worried for me, whoever she is.

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Penny: *sulking in her room* ...

Pietro: *gently opening the door* Dear? I just got news from the general and-

Penny: *now at 2 cm from the old scientist* Any news on Jaune!?

Pietro: *blink* Y-yes. He's supposedly in Vale and- *Penny sprint out of the room* she's gone... *Sigh* I'll upload his coordinates to her.

[jadeylovesmarvelxo]

This is the second part to my Eddie Munson x Henderson reader series, it was heavily inspired by Breathless by The Corrs. Enjoy 💞💞

Read part one here

Let me know if there's anything you would like to see in this series 💌♥️

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Wasn't it bad enough that you ran to Jacob here. Did you really have to see Eddie Munson too.

His eyes meet yours from a corner of the room. The pulsing music of the band that's playing is beginning to give you a headache and did... Did Eddie Munson seriously just wink at you?

Once again you marvel at your brother's continued admiration for this asshat. It had been mere weeks since you were properly introduced to Eddie and the memory was still crystal clear in your mind.

Now that you met him, he seemed to pop up everywhere you looked. At Hawkins High you had successfully avoided him for years but now he was always popping up close to you and annoying the crap out of you.

Always with that stupid smirk on his face and those dimples on show. You're sure he's seeking you out, it's just a feeling but you're certain he likes making you flustered and teasing you.

Now he's infiltrating the party that Chloe's friend has thrown so you can't even escape him outside of school. Dustin still thinks the sun shines out of Eddie's ass so you can't even escape him in your own house.

Eddie waves at you from across the room, a sarcastic little wave that sends prickles of annoyance down your spine. You consider flipping him the bird but you won't stoop to his level.

Jacob has been trying to get your attention but Eddie is taking up most of your thoughts. Not even Chloe's gushing about her amazing date distracts you.

Who does Munson think he is? Your fists clench at your side and you sip your drink, attempt to turn your back on him and avoid him. Unfortunately that's impossible.

Steve and Robin join you when Chloe spots Taylor and excitedly rushes over to her. That's when Eddie comes over and makes his presence known.

Steve and Robin greet him happily enough. Hang on wasn't Steve jealous of Eddie stealing his kids'attention (Dustin and his friends) and worried that they thought Eddie was cooler than him? Now they were getting on and joking together.

"Oh Eddie, this is Dustin's sister...' Robin is just about to say your name when Eddie chuckles quietly and you glare at him.

"Oh we've met. You miss my presence already princess?" Shit you thought you'd get some respite from him away from school and your house but oh no. That wasn't going to happen.

Steve and Robin look between the two of you and you don't like that knowing look that Steve gets in his eyes.

"Hardly. Even here I can't escape the Eddie Munson experience" he sprawls on the sofa beside you and takes up most of the room, he's wearing a t-shirt by the band Judas Priest, a leather jacket, black boots and ripped black jeans.

He's fidgety and constantly playing with his rings, you can't help but sneak a peek at them. Eddie catches you staring and you fight that flustered feeling once again. It was beginning to be annoying that Eddie made you feel this way so easily.

"Sweetheart it's okay, you don't have to hide how into me you are" he looks so smug as he says it and you nearly fall off your seat.

"What?" you demand and he laughs, big brown eyes sparkling with mischief and delight. You notice Steve and Robin hiding their laughter.

His gaze meets yours then very slowly trails down to your lips and it lingers there for a few seconds. It's enough time for your heart to skip a beat and that butterflies in your belly feeling.

Fuck. "There's no way I'm into you Munson. You drive me nuts. I don't know how my brother puts up with you"

Far from being offended by your insult Eddie's grin gets bigger. "You can't stand me but that doesn't stop you from wanting to kiss me princess. I can see it in your eyes" you fume silently and shake your head.

"Didn't you say that I needed to remove the stick from my ass? Why on earth would I even entertain the thought of kissing someone who I can't stand" He shrugs and swipes one of your pieces of chocolate.

"There's a thin line between love and hate milady" love... As if you would ever fall in love with Eddie Munson.

"You can keep dreaming about that Munson. It's never going to happen" you snap and he's still smiling. Count to ten... Don't let him get to you.

Why was he getting to you so badly and making your heart go a mile a minute. There's a small, tiny part of you that knows exactly what this is but you refuse to believe it.

"Who says I want to kiss you anyway bitchy Henderson?" Ugh! You feel like screaming. Wait a minute... Two can play at his annoying game.

You peer up at Eddie and bat your eyes, move a little closer to him and your gaze lingers on his lips then slowly you meet his stunned gaze... There's something in those big brown eyes that sends your heart into overdrive again.

Nope. Don't get distracted. You needed to focus.

"You don't? I can see it in your eyes Munson... Why don't you dream about that tonight" you move away and smirk at his dazed expression. It clears and then suddenly he's glaring at you.

"You tricked me" you get up and blow him a kiss.

Score one for you. Eddie Munson - zero.

💞

So go on, go on, come on, leave me breathless

Tempt me, tease me, until I can't deny, This loving feeling (loving feeling)

Make me long for your kiss

Go on (go on), go on (go on)

Yeah...

Come on

Breathless - The Corrs 💞

Tags; @eddiesdrummergf @catherinnn @haylee-e @eddiemunsonfuxks @costellation-hunter @anxiousobserver @rcailleachcola

[atlantis-just-drowned]

please please anything for pluto🙏🙏🙏

A/N: Hello and once again sorry for the delay. I need this man in my life it's not even funny at this point. I'm taking it out on your request Anon, hope you appreciate self-indulgent domestic fluff. Also yes I totally think Pluto could be a literature/latin/etymology university teacher don't ask me why I just thought it'd be funny.

Welcome home

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It was late in the afternoon when you heard the sound of keys unlocking your front door. From where you were standing in the kitchen, washing the dishes, you couldn't see the newcomer, but you knew who it was nonetheless.

"Welcome back Pluto!" you called to let him know where you were.

It had taken a while for him to get used to living with you. The first few months, he jumped every time he ran into you or heard your voice. Even the sound of your footsteps was enough to make him tense.

You were proud of the progress he had made.

Lately, he seemed generally more relaxed. As long as you made sure to not take him by surprise and announced yourself before entering the room he was in, he didn't get startled as much as he used to. Even his night terrors had started to recede. You could read it on his face: he felt happier.

You two had started to fall into a comfortable rhythm of everyday chores and shared peacefulness. Waking each other up, preparing breakfast, going to work, coming back home, dining together, sometimes watching a movie while cuddling, then going to bed and repeat the cycle.

It had became a habit for you to fall asleep on his lap or chest, while he threaded his hand through your hair and read a chapter of his book - you had convinced him to start using reading glasses after a month of watching him squint to the point of giving himself headaches.

You'd be lying if you affirmed it was entirely a dream-come-true, but it was probably the closest you'd ever get from one.

You were shaken out of your thoughts when you felt a pair of arms sneaking around your waist. It was Pluto of course, dressed in one of his gray sweaters, leaning against you and burying his face in the crook of your neck with a hum.

It wasn't a rare sight for him to seek your touch: you knew how touch-starved this man was long before you had moved in with him.

He seemed tired, and for a moment, he simply stayed still, breathing in your scent.

"How was today?" you tried asking, still gently cleaning the plates with a sponge.

He only hummed lazily, before lifting his head slightly to trail slow kisses from the tip of your shoulder, back to the crook of your neck, and up to the spot just behind your ear. You felt a shiver run down your spine at the soft contact, as he spoke against your skin with a weary tone.

"Long." A kiss on your nape. "Students insisted on being insufferable." Another slow kiss in the crook of your neck. "...Missed you."

You couldn't help the loving smile that spread across your face. Finishing to dry the dishes, you put them aside and closed your eyes, leaning back on him as your arms went to rest on his.

You didn't miss the way he tightened his grip on your waist, or how he nuzzled the crook of your neck once again with a tired groan.

"I missed you too." You affirmed, earning a satisfied hum. It really felt like speaking to a housecat by that point, but you weren't going to complain about it.

"You did?"

"Of course." You couldn't help but grin. His warmth was entrancing; you felt so loved it was almost unbelievable.

He gave you another kiss on your shoulder, staying silent and motionless for a moment - you suspected him to be simply basking in your warmth. When you started getting tired of standing up in the middle of the kitchen for no reason, you lifted one of your hands to his cheek and felt him slightly tilting his head to lean against your palm.

"What if" You mused. "we ordered fish and chips..." Pluto hummed again and gave a gentle squeeze to your waist, signaling you to keep going. "And watched Dark Shadows?"

He snorted. "Dark Shadows, really?"

"Aw, come on!"

"It's not even that good!" He declared, and you could hear the smile in his voice.

You pouted. "But you like it!"

At that, he let out a laugh, and you felt his chest shake in rhythm, pressing against your back. It was impossible for you not to feel the corners of your mouth tugging upward once more.

"Okay. Maybe I do." He said, kissing your nape again before letting go of your waist.

You felt his fingers intertwine with yours as he turned you around and tugged you towards the living room. "Let's go then?" He said with a small smile, walking backwards so he could still look at you.

"Yeah, let's go." You answered with the same, smitten smile, before chiding teasingly "But turn around to see where you're going, before you run into the furniture!"

"Alright!" He chuckled before turning around, switching hands to keep holding yours anyway.

Yeah. This might not be perfect. But it was close enough for you.

[judasgot-it]

i would like to request what hunting dogs would do when their s/o has insomnia, a lot of hugs and kisses please🥰

Sorry for the inactivity, I apologize everytime and I feel horrible about it :,(

I have horrible insomnia right now (I can't sleep well no matter what I try, it's hopeless) so I'm 100% using this to cope a bit. Also sorry about how messy reader is in Tecchou's part, I just love messy crying. I'm so weak for it.

Scenario: They help you fall asleep (Jouno, Tecchou)

Jouno

893 words

Jouno couldn't tell the time.

Whatever time it was, his body didn't care - it was screaming at him to go back to bed, making his bones feel sluggish with their weight.

Unfortunately, his ears kept pestering him, since no matter how quiet you tried to be, he could still hear you in the kitchen. Doing what? Jesus Christ, who knew.

Whatever it was, it was too damn loud.

It felt nearly impossible for Jouno to make his body move, but by some feat, he managed. He found his feet both on the ground, walking towards the bedroom, out the too-long hallway, and into the kitchen to see what in god's name you could think was worth losing sleep over.

By his guess, it was most probably around 2 in the morning. How horrible.

"Hi."

There was a loud clatter as he heard you drop the dishes in the sneak rather unquietly. Also, you screamed, but that was to be expected.

"Oh my god!"

Is there a God at this forsaken time of night?

Jouno sighed as he leaned against the wall, rubbing his eyes out of habit.

"Yeah. I'm right here."

He gave you a moment to collect yourself, your heartbeat still skyrocketing through the roof. He yawned, nearly deafened by the sound of his jaw pulling at his muscles.

"So."

As patient as he could, he waited. There was noise on your end - a clattering of dishes, and he was sure you threw a towel somewhere, but that was of lesser importance.

"So. Jouno."

"Yeah?"

You patted your bare thighs, popping your lips together. Nervous.

"Why are you up?"

You tried to play your words off with a giggle. He knew he probably looked the least bit pleased, but nothing was going to convince him to go easy on you right now.

"Y/n. You know why I'm up. I'm the one asking the questions here, if I recall."

"Oh, right. Because you're 'the greatest hunting dog' and all, right?"

Jouno sighed, covering his eyes. He took a deep breath in, holding it in. It was calming, feeling his lungs slowly fill with air. His head cleared, helping him realize that the headache he had was I'm part due to the tension he was keeping in his body. In that time, he heard your heart beat skyrocket, your breath slowing as you stared.

He tried not to smile as he let go of his breath slowly. If Jouno wasn't exhausted he would have teased you about it.

"'Don't do this to me. It's 2 in the morning, go to bed."

Your laughter was a nice noise to hear. Just not now. God, not now. His body was dragging him to the ground and your laughter was reminding him that he was standing, awake - as if he were in hell.

Your laughter shouldn't be in a place as torturous as this. Like the hell between staying awake and crawling back to bed, because someone thought baking at two in rhe morning was a good idea.

"Sorry princess, but I need to put these brownies in the fridge. I'm trying out this recipe I saw online and I think-"

You didn't get to finish that sentence, as you were instead kidnapped in Jouno's arms. The man didn't care to hear the end of it - he only wanted it to end.

"No." He sighed, pressing his cold nose against your neck. "You're insane, honestly."

He muffled his words into your shirt collar, still restraining you as you struggled against his hold. There was no point, as no matter what way you fought, you couldn't fight against a super-enhanced human - even a tired one.

"This is so ..."

You paused for a bit, looking for the right words. Your brain was tired, although it hadn't registered to you just yet. Your heart still beat fast enough for you to convince yourself that you were awake, even if your eyes and mind were exhausted.

"So ...fun police of you."

The words that came out of your mouth came out sloppy at best, but they got a lame chuckle out of Jouno.

With care, he took you back to the bedroom - dropping you onto the bed like a pile of unfolded laundry. You practically laid there as if you were dead anyway.

"I have no problem arresting and cuffing you to bed if it means sleep is involved."

You giggled, as much as your tired brain could push from your throat. The bed shifted as Jouno dropped himself on the mattress, pulling up the still warm blanket over the two of you.

"What if that meant something else was involved too?"

Jouno groaned, turning back towards you. He could imagine the stupid smile on your face right now.

"Y/n."

"Yeah?"

Jouno took his hand and slowly, carefully, dragged it across your face. He felt as your eyebrows pinched in confusion, and your eyelids fluttered before he finally set his fingertips on your lips.

"Shush."

He felt you nod against his hand, before finally relaxing. Tiredly, he pulled you closer, burying his face in your hair as he slowly pressed his lips against your forehead.

"Goodnight, sleepyhead."

Jouno felt a smile pull on his face at those words. Like an idiot, he let you roam your hands around his body - when really he should have smothered you to death.

Tecchou

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Waking up before you were supposed to was like a coin toss - depending on the mood it's either a great early start, or the worst feeling in the world. Sometimes the body had gotten it's full rest, or it was forced awake by something talked about in horror stories.

Tecchou decided he was indeed not well rested, and that waking up at what could well be 2 in the morning was equivalent to a horror story. Why would he want to wake up to one of the worst sounds a man could hear - his own partner, crying?

Maybe if he was Jouno, but he didn't want to think about that.

He sat up, listening as he tried to decipher what you were doing.

You were rather quiet, trying your hardest to hide your cries behind your blanket (gross, but he appreciated the effort). Opening his eyes, he glanced over to see that you were enraptured by some sort of video on your phone, the blue light illuminating your face (and probably burning your retinas, from Tecchou's guess).

He shuffled closer, trying to peak at the screen while not disturbing you. Whatever you were staring at on your phone had distracted you well enough to not even notice his presence, was slightly concerning to Tecchou - you were very spatially aware.

Shaking your shoulder, he winced when you screamed - right in his ear, with snot blowing right across his face. He elected to not react to it, considering how red your eyes looked.

"Tecchou!"

"Yea. I'm here." He replied while casually wiping off his face with the blanket he was once sleeping peacefully under.

He stared at you, his amber eyes glowing from your phone screen. You looked back, trying to readjust to the sudden change in brightness.

"M'sorry, did I wake you?" You had finally shut off you phone, resting it on your chest - giving yourself a good chance to see his full face.

"Why are you crying, babe?"

His hand roamed around your stomach, softly pulling at the fabric around it. It made you shiver as you felt his legs press against yours, warming you underneath the sheets.

"Oh...um..." You tore your gaze away from his, staring straight at the ceiling. You fidgeted with your phone, trying to stop your trembling lip.

Carefully, Tecchou reached over and wiped away your spilled-over tears, thumbing your cheek as if your skin were made of glass. He pulled you closer, resting your head against his chest, trying to calm you. Adversely, this had the opposite effect, making you start to cry even more onto his naked skin.

There were muffled stupid and sorry between your sobs, although he elected to ignore them for now. Instead, he waited as your body was racked with tears, shaking and holding onto Tecchou as if he were a lifeline.

"Hey, babe?" Calmly rubbing your shoulder, Tecchou waited as you wiped your snot and tears along your sleeve, sniffing as loud as an American bullfrog.

"Can I ask what upset you so much?"

You lightly smacked his shoulder, still hiding yourself within his warmth.

"You already did, ass."

"Right."

He went back to holding you, waiting for your reply. Eventually, when he thought you would have maybe decided to fall back asleep again instead, with the room still cast in pitch-black shadows, you decided to reply -

"I failed my exam."

Silently, Tecchou nodded.

There wasn't anything he could say to make you feel better, at no words that he knew to say. It was easier to simply pull you closer, to make you feel better through his hold than to say anything more.

"It's fine, you should try and sleep. Maybe you'll feel better in the morning."

Carefully, he pulled your phone from your hand, sliding it onto the bedside table, hoping to stop you from looking at your failure once again.

You didn't need to be reminded of it anymore, not when he could distract you right now.

As gently as a man like Tecchou could, he took to scratching at the soft skin at the back of your neck, gently tapping his rough fingernails along your spine. He smiled as felt you begin to relax, breathing out a sigh as his fingertips brushed alongside your bare shoulder blades.

He watched as you relaxed into his form, waiting until you started to breathe slower so he could allow himself to fully fall asleep once again.

Sorry about the months-long break, I didn't mean to abandon Tecchou. Also btw IRLs of mine know about this account so if I start sounding even weirder on here it's because I stopped caring about my employment opportunities

[maoxyi]

To let go (part 10)

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“…does that make me less part of the crew…”

…

“…no…”

…

“…we are a SUPER family…”

No. Luffy thinks as he sees a flash of… memories? Thoughts? He isn’t sure. There’s different colours and feelings swirling in his mind but a hand on his head immediately snaps him out of it. No. Luffy thinks. Not yet.

‘Longer...’ He lets out a sigh as he realises he’s beginning to resign himself to this place. This place that isn’t his own. ‘Let me stay a little longer…’

“You alright, Lu?” Sabo says, eyes searching his brother for any pain.

“I’m fine! Just got a little headache is all.”

“Try not to think too hard.” Ace snorts. “We don’t want you getting sick.”

“Shut up!” He reaches to hit him but Ace moves away. He sticks his tongue out at him.

“Did we… Did we stress you out?” Sabo asks him, putting his hand in a three claw position and grabs Ace's face to squeeze it. Ace starts flailing and swearing up and down as the two brothers ignore him.

“No, no… I was just surprised! I don’t… I didn’t think you’d ever say that. Well, I don’t really care why or anything, it just it shocked me!” He laughs as he says it. Luffy doesn’t care. He couldn’t care less.

“I bet it did. We wanted to lead our own lives when we were kids but… right now I want to stay close to you. To both of you. At least for a while. I… what we went through and that close call, I never want to go through that again. I want to stay with you guys for a while. I want to be with my brothers. I asked Dragon if, just for a little while, I can stay with you. Any assignments and missions that come from islands we visit I can do them while we’re there. Though I’m sure you’d end up helping one way or another.” Sabo smiled happily, letting go of Ace who took a deep breath and glared at him.

“Woah really! That would be so awesome!” Luffy glowed at the thought. “It would be so much fun!”

“Leave it to you to think that these missions I'm sent on are so much fun. These missions are dangerous and serious.”

“Yeah but it's also fun. Like ninja missions and stuff!” Luffy says and stands up trying to sneak around his brothers. He grabs his wrist with his pointer finger and middle finger pointing upwards with both hands as a (seemingly) ninja symbol. Sabo snickers at him as Ace reaches for his leg and makes Luffy fall on his face. He snorts when Luffy turns around, red faced and pouts at him. He really does feel like they’re kids again. Deep, deep down he wishes they were once more.

“I still want to be a pirate. Though now that the Whitebeard pirates have disbanded, I have to figure out what next. I know I can reform my crew and continue from there but… when I heard what Sabo was going to do I wanted to join in. I told Deuce what my plan was and what I wanted to do first so he knew. He told me he’d wait however long is necessary because he understands. Of course he would. I wouldn’t expect anything less. I… I want to spend time with my brothers too…” Ace looks away from them, his cheeks dusted in red from embarrassment. Luffy smiles. He’s glad his brothers want to stay with him.

“And I didn’t want Sabo to beat me so.”

Ah. That checks out too.

“Yeah sure. Keep telling yourself that.”

“I’m the better brother Sabo, it's just true.”

“Get real, Ace. I’ve always been nicer to Luffy.”

“How about fuck you Sabo.”

“You can’t even think of anything to defend yourself Ace.”

“He has a point.”

“Shut up Luffy.”

And he laughs at Sabo and Ace as they argue back and forth. He laughs as they end up forehead to forehead, spilling empty threat after empty threat. He’s missed this. He’s missed it so much. He has to go. He knows that. He knows he has to but… he sits there, watching his brothers alive and right in front of him, his crew in his ship… his family. He doesn’t want to leave. He… doesn’t want to. Is he selfish for this? He has always been selfish. Always. With what he makes his crew go through. What he’s always done in his life. He really wants to stay.

“Of course you guys can join! You’re my brothers!” He beams and they stop their fighting.

“We weren’t really asking. We were gonna join anyway.” They joke of course. And Luffy looks up. He stares at the real sky. The feeling of the breeze. The sight of Hancock and the other Amazon Lily women coming to them with food. He takes a glance at his crew who is alerted by Sanji's high pitched squeals and they make their way. He notices, for the first time, the bandages. He notices how he does feel pain. How he’s been feeling a lot. Half the things he’s felt were good. He feels whole again and he wants to stay. He wants… he wants…

“I want to stay.” His brothers look at him. He lowers his head for a moment before looking up. He’s desperate to stay here. “Can I stay here with you? Please?” His brothers look at him and then to each other.

“Of course you’re staying with us.” Ace says to him.

“Where else would you even go?” Sabo adds in confusion. Luffy smiles at that. He’s right.

Where else would he rather be than here.

[stupidlittlespirit]

hello I'm back (I think)

First of all, thank you so much for the well wishes! I really appreciate it, I can't thank you enough <3

Second of all, sorry for just sort of disappearing, it will likely happen again. I hate going silent but I received unfortunate news at the start of the week and it was closely followed by freshly developed health issues. They're probably linked, but I'm going to have to battle with my GP to find out for sure.

I know I don't need to explain myself, but this post is mostly just me getting this off my chest bc I can't do it anywhere else lol.

I've started getting vision loss 'migraines'. I've always lost my vision when I got a migraine, but actually having them was very rare for me. The strangest thing is that I get no headache (which is a plus ig) with the aura, I just abruptly lose vision in my right eye. This happens with no warning and is obviously very disconcerting. I get the same hangover you'd get with a normal one and stuff, and that really throws off my bpd too as I'm sure you can imagine. I get exhausted and I can't think straight.

I also have visual snow syndrome quite badly (which for some reason I cannot for the life of me get my doctor to take seriously) and vertigo/tinnitus in bed. It gets worse when I'm tired and stressed. I have really bad memory issues too, though I think those are ptsd related. I am very concerned that these things are linked and getting worse, and they're clearly neurological. My family history is set up for failure in this department so I'm quite anxious that it could be a sign of something insidious.

Obviously, this post is just me venting and being anxious. I know there is every chance that none of these things are major problems and they're simply stress related, but I'm just yapping this into a text post here because I don't have anywhere else to do it. I'm also sort of forewarning you for if I ever don't reply to messages or anything and just go quiet suddenly.

On top of that, my family have apparently decided peace times are over and are being weird again. Not with me, thankfully, but with each other. I expect it to have a ripple effect. Things are always weird with them, but they go through a kind of 'baseline' weirdness and it can escalate to bananas weirdness very quickly. They're all incredibly manipulative awful people and I think it would be cool if they could just not do that...... I'm safe, I'm not afraid of them, but the whole debacle causes a lot of stress to me and I predict that things will get weirder as time goes on. This is another reason as to why I sometimes may just disappear.

There are a lot of other things going on rn that I haven't mentioned here because they're convoluted and too personal. Things are messy for me irl right now.

If I go very quiet/don't answer you, then I'm not being as dick I'm just busy or taking time away. On top of that, if my fics take longer than usual to update then this is why. I would appreciate not being chased for updates. You're absolutely welcome to ask me how it's going or for sneak peeks or updates, that's all absolutely fine, but just don't be asking stuff like 'when is the next chapter coming out?' or if I've only recently posted a chapter, asking me when the next one is coming. Just take it as you get it and enjoy what you have in the moment. I'm working very hard to get things done, especially with this last chapter of DD.

I looooove talking to you guys about everything so please don't worry about messaging me in general. I will reply eventually, I promise. I don't want you guys to think I'm mad at you or something lol. I am not! If I was then you can trust that I'd politely tell you :) I'm just super tired and overwhelmed, and I prefer to stay offline when I get like that.

Anyways on the plus side I found a cool new j-horror series (Documentary Q) and am working on the next MtB instalment! So we ball i guess! Also it was sunny in the UK for like two days so that's nice. I hope everyone is well <3

[maddy-k-reads-all-day]

Stuck inside

Riley starts the next tape with a lump in their throat. The tape was labeled Let’s Run Some Errands! The episode begins in Amanda’s room. 

“Hi again, I’m Amanda!” Amanda smiles. She looks around, and Riley quickly realizes Wooly isn’t there. “Hmm… someone's missing. Do you know where I can find my best friend?”

“I'm right here.” Riley jokes. Amanda smiles and rolls her eyes.

“I meant my other best friend.” She chuckles. she looks pretty happy… content… at peace for once. Riley realizes. “Can you help me?” Should I tell her? Riley wonders. Or should I wait till they’re both here? Or should I wait for Sophie to come back? Should I say anything to them at all? The tape glitches to the kitchen. 

“Do you see Wooly in here?” Amanda asks. Riley types in no. “Hmm.” She peaks around the corner in the living room. A sly smile creeps across her face. She looks at Riley and puts her finger to her lips, telling them to shush. The tape changes to show the living room, where Wooly is lying down on the couch staring at the ceiling. Riley watches Amanda creep behind the couch and slowly sneak up on Wooly. She jumps up in front of Wooly’s face from over the couch’s arm shouting “BOO!” Wooly screams and immediately sits up in shock and the two heads collide. The tape immediately glitches over with a bunch of static.

“Owwwwww…” Amanda shouts. When the static clears we see Amanda holding her forehead in pain as she stumbles back a bit. 

“Ah! I’m sorry!” Wooly gasps.

“No, no… I shouldn’t have startled you like that. It’s fine… I’m fine…” Amanda chuckles, while clearly sounding in pain. 

“I think we should get a…” Wooly prompts Riley, they type in ice pack. The pair appear in the kitchen. “Where do we find ice packs?” Riley clicks on the fridge. “Right!” Wooly grabs them some ice packs. The tape glitches and they are both sitting on the couch. 

“Why did I do that…” Amanda mumbles to herself.

“Does it really hurt that much?” Wooly asks.

“I feel a headache coming on…” 

“Really?” 

“You don’t feel a thing, Wooly?” Amanda asks. Wooly shakes his head. “You must have a skull of steel…” she groans. Flopping back down on the couch.

“Um… sorry… so uh… what are we doing today?” 

“We gotta go outside and run some errands!” Amanda announces. The tape glitches to the two of them standing outside the house. It is plain to see that there is a literal hurricane going on outside. “What the fu-”

“Amanda watch out!” Wooly shouts pushing her out of the way as a garbage can hits him right in the face. “Ow…” 

“Our heads are not doing good today huh?” Amanda mumbles. Wooly looks at her with a bit of annoyance. “Let’s go back inside.” they appear back in the living room. 

“Wooly, are you sure your head doesn’t hurt after that?”

“I told you I feel fine… I feel… nothing…” he sounds almost a little scared to say it. 

“Nothing? Like… nothing nothing?” Amanda immediately sounds concerned. Wooly nods. “Not even-” 

“Don’t say it!” Wooly shouts the tape glitches red. He pauses and takes a deep breath. Amanda looks on inquisitively. He shakes his head. Amanda has a look on her face that says nothing but oh **** and the pair remain dead silent for a bit. “Lo-look it’s probably nothing… nothing serious anyway…” Wooly laughs nervously. Amanda still looks extremely shaken. “Look, forget I said anything. I swear it’s probably just in my head… please?” 

“Okay. We’re going to talk about that later though.” Amanda says seriously.   

“So… we can’t run errands… what are we gonna do?” 

“Let’s play a board game!” Amanda beams. The tape glitches to a cabinet in the hallway. 

“Ooooh, which one are we gonna play?” Wooly says with some fake excitement. 

“Let’s allow our friend to pick!” Amanda suggests. All the games are based on books mentioned in the show previously. But one in particular catches Riley’s eye. Pied Piper. Riley clicks on that one. Amanda and Wooly look very disturbed by this. “Let’s pick something else…” suddenly everything gets dark and only Amanda and Wooly’s eyes can be seen. Riley could’ve sworn they saw human eyes for at least a split second. “... else… Um… ummm…” 

“Oh… looks like the power is out. Hold on I could’ve sworn I left the flashlight somewhere in… aha! I knew it was here!” Wooly pulls out a flashlight and turns it on. He turns it to Amanda who looks… really scared. “Amanda… wha-what’s wrong?” 

“I don’t like the dark…” Amanda whimpers. Wooly’s eyes widen. 

“It’s fine, there’s a flashlight now.”  Suddenly the flashlight flicks out, Riley can hear Wooly slamming it against the wall. It turns back on. 

“Wooly… you could’ve just lightly tapped it against your arm.”

“Oh. Alright… So what do we do during a pow-” the flashlight goes out again. Riley can hear Wooly lightly tapping it this time. “Come on… come on…” then he’s slamming it against the wall again. But this time the flashlight will not come back on. “D*** it.” Wooly does it five more times. 

“At this point it seems like you’re just taking out a bunch of bottled up rage on that poor flashlight.” Amanda concludes. Wooly chucks the flashlight at the wall as hard as he can. The sound that was probably the flashlight breaking could be heard. “OW MY ARM! Wooly!” “Whoops.” Wooly whispers. “Got a little carried away.”

“Wooly… it just needed batteries, you didn’t need to break it.” Amanda hisses, sounding a little frightened. 

“I… um… oops.” “Riley can find us a new flashlight?” Amanda prompts. Riley turns around and looks about the room. Eventually they find one and give it to Amanda. “Thanks.” She turns it on and looks at Wooly. “I’m not giving you this one.” 

“So um… What do we do during a power outage?” Wooly asks. 

“I don’t know…” Amanda mumbles, “this has never happened before…” 

“Let’s just go back to the living room then?” Wooly offers. Amanda nods. The tape glitches back to the living room. It gets stuck for a couple seconds though. 

“Hey Wooly… have you noticed that this place seems more unstable lately?” Amanda asks 

“As in…?” 

“The weather is all over the place. The trees and background stuff is all glitchy and like… then there’s you.” 

“Me?” 

“The point is… I think something is up…” 

“Like?” “It’s like no one’s been taking care of this place anymore.” Amanda suggests. Wooly looks… mortified. “I mean… I had my suspicions for a while now… I mean, think about it. Isn’t it strange that we can do whatever we want… and Hameln is doing absolutely nothing about it?” 

“Well we aren’t even on air anymore… maybe they don’t know?” 

“Or they don’t care.” Amanda elaborated. Wooly freezes. “I suspect this has happened before?” 

“But if the show is over why aren’t they coming to get us?” 

“Have they done that before?” Amanda inquires, raising an eyebrow. Wooly falls silent. “But why now? I mean… they still cared when Kate was around.” 

“I… saw this thing…” Riley chimes in. Amanda’s head turns so fast it’s almost scary. “Apparently… Hameln has begun working on a new show…” 

“No…” Wooly whimpers. “No no no!” he curls up into a little ball and starts rocking a little.

“Heh… that explains a lot…” Amanda mumbles, sounding defeated. Wooly looks back and forth nervously. 

“Amanda… what should we do?” Wooly asks, his voice trembling a bit, “We are going to do something about this… right?” Amanda stays silent. He continues to look between Amanda and Riley. “Riley… What are we going to do?” he pleads. 

“I don’t know…” Riley says softly. I don’t know how much more of this conversation I can take.

“Hey everybody I’m baaaaack! And guess what I got some good good news!” Sophie cheers. Everyone looks back at her sadly. “Whoa… what happened here? Why is it so dark in here?” Riley hadn’t realized the lights went out when they went out in Amanda’s world. Sophie flicks on the switch. “Quit looking mopey everybody I have the absolute BEST news!” 

“I don’t know if that’s possible.” Amanda grumbles. 

“Did you find out how Kate almost got them out? Like into the real world.” 

“Ah- No. That’s um… impossible.” Amanda doesn’t even seem shocked by this, but Wooly looks heartbroken, “I have a good alternative though. I found something really good in Kate’s old notes… and I also managed to connect with a certain someone who may be able to help! See there was this former Hameln employee spoke out against Hameln in a 3600 seconds interview! I managed to find him and get him to agree to tell us EVERYTHING HE KNOWS!” 

“How did you do that?” Wooly asks. 

“Oh nothing much. I just threatned to turn him and his family in to Hameln.” Sophie giggles menacingly.

“If that doesn’t work I can just call on a friend of mine to make him talk.” Amanda suggests threateningly.

“So wait… who is it?” Wooly inquires. 

“Carl Daniels… ring a bell?”

“Oh yeah! That’s the guy that always snuck us extra cookies during break time!” Wooly says, snapping his fingers, “But he also said absolutely nothing when those same kids started to disappear so… I don’t know how much I’d trust him..” 

“I wouldn’t trust anyone from Hameln.” Amanda adds.  

“So what did I miss?” 

[Insert a summarized version of the previous fics events]

“So Hameln has a new show and they’re getting rid of Amanda the Adventurer entirely? Well gee that almost makes my good news even better!” 

“I don’t know how that could make things any better.” Amanda groans. 

“Well if Hameln doesn’t want you guys anymore they could just give you to us!” she beams. 

“That’s unlikely.” Wooly grumbles rolling his eyes.

“Yeah that’s why we’re gonna kidnap you two instead.” 

“Oh my gosh yesssss!” Amanda grins. 

“I don’t know how we can get you into the real world somehow… yet. There might be some way that we just haven’t found yet. Until then maybe we could get you out of that s***hole and into someplace nicer?” 

“That’s sounds… nice…” 

“I think the most important thing is trying to find how they trapped you in there! If we do that, we can figure out how to get you out!” 

“So this is just a bandaid to the current issue?” Amanda asks. 

“Pretty much… yeah… heh heh…” “And what are we gonna do about the new show? We’re gonna stop them right?” Wooly inquires. Riley and Sophie exchange a worried look. 

“Ye-yeah Wooly… we’ll find a way.” Sophie lies. Wooly’s face lights up. But one look at Amanda’s face and Riley knew she saw right through it. 

“Do what you can… but stay safe okay?” Amanda sighs. The lights in Amanda and Wooly’s house flicker on but now it’s nighttime. 

“Well if we’re going to do something we better do it fast.” Riley concludes. 

“And um… Hey… Sophie I wouldn’t trust that Carl guy if I were you.” Wooly warns. 

“Don’t worry Wooly… I know what I’m doing.” Sophie says reusseringly. But Wooly looks… incredibly uncertain. Do you? Do you know what you're doing? Riley wonders. 

“No Sophie I don’t think you do.” Amanda argues, “Former employee or not… he still worked for Hamlen. He’s still dangerous. What if he tricks you-” 

“That won’t happen. Don’t worry.” she smiles.

“How can you be so sure?” Wooly questions worriedly.

“You think I went into this unprepared?” She says confidently, “I have a plan.” 

“I don’t want any more sacrifices to be made for us-” 

“Amanda. This is not just for you. My family… has been tracking down this cult for generations, remember? I intend for this to be the last generation that hunts them… because I am going to rip them apart so thoroughly… they won’t be able to hurt anyone again…” 

“But you can’t! They’re unbeatable!” Wooly argues. 

“I’ll find a way… I’ll find a way for all of us to get our happy ending… I swear it.” 

“Okay… I think I trust you…” Amanda mumbles, “just… be careful. Okay?” 

“Okay, I will.” 

Amanda nods and the tape turns dark.  Sophie immediately falls to her knees and starts crying. 

“Whoa! Sophie?!” 

“I couldn’t do it… I couldn’t tell them the truth…” she sobs. 

“What… truth?” 

“I… don’t think they will ever get out into the real world alive again…” she explains, “because their physical bodies are practically dead… Hameln might have been keeping them alive for some time… but… I don’t think they are anymore…” 

“But we can get them out right? They aren’t trapped there forever are they?” Riley questions. 

“I don’t know Riley… I don’t know…” 

“Come here…” Riley sighs, pulling her in close. 

“I have more information-” “Tomorrow… let’s just put this away for tonight okay?” Riley suggests, Sophie nods and they walk back upstairs. As soon as they are gone the tv flickers back on. 

“I knew they weren’t telling us something.” Amanda mumbles. Wooly looks like he’s about to cry. “Come on Wooly, don't look at me like that. We knew.” 

“I still wanted to believe…” 

“At some point you gotta stop wearing those rose-tinted glasses Wooly…” Amanda sighs.

“So… what now…?” 

“One way… or another… we’re ending this.” Amanda says. The tape ends and falls out of the machine.

Authors Note: Yeah... I think I'm heading towards a sad/bittersweet ending for Amanda and Wooly. As for this new show... who knows?

The Hameln Employee name was given by my younger sister.

[themultifandomgal]

Kelly Severide- Finally

Kelly and I have been married for 3 years now. We met because of my brother Matt joining firehouse 51, then Kelly and I dated for many years before he proposed. Our wedding was a beautiful day and filled with so much love.

After a couple of years of marriage we decided that it would be time for us to start a family. Unfortunately this took a lot longer than expected. We even went to the doctors to find out if there was anything wrong. They just said that for some men and woman it can take longer and to come back in a year if we are still yet to conceive or if we struggle to carry full term.

Of course seeing negative after negative pregnancy test it really effects you mentally. So we stopped taking pregnancy tests so regular. We will only take one if I think I could be pregnant.

I wake up feeling off like I've drank to much. Headache and nausea. Rolling over I place my hand on Kelly's side of the bed, but I'm greeted by the bed being cold. That's when I remember that Kelly had to head off to work early this morning. I groan sitting up, my head spinning as I do, I swallow dryly feeling so ill. Slowly I crawl out of bed and go into the bathroom to get myself ready for the day. Thankfully I work from home so I don't have to go out anywhere.

I'm typing on my laptop when I have to quickly run to the bathroom to throw up. Which weirdly makes me feel immediately better. I clean my teeth getting rid of the nasty taste in my mouth and go back to my work.

I spend the next few hours working, but when my day of work ends I'm absolutely exhausted so decide to take a nap before Kelly comes back home.

This goes on for the next few days which does make me wonder if I could be pregnant. So while Kelly is at work I route around in one of the draws for some pregnancy tests that I bought months ago. When I find them I pee on the sticks and leave them on the back of the toilet before going back to work.

I forget about the tests for a couple of hours before I have to go to pee again. I pick them up not thinking that it will be positive, but when I see the little plus sign on all of the tests I am shocked. This is the first time I've ever gotten a positive pregnancy test, but still not wanting to get Kelly to excited I want to make sure that this is true. So that day I ring up my doctors and book an appointment for the next day. However I'm going to have to sneak out because Kelly is off.

The following day I wake up in Kelly's arms making me smile. I turn around to face him and brush some hair out of his face making him sigh and pull me closer

"Morning" he says in his gruff morning voice

"Morning" I reply placing a kiss on his lips "what have you got planned for today?" I ask

"I'm staying home and cuddling you all day. I've missed you" I giggle at his reply

"I've missed you to, but I've go a couple of jobs to do this morning"

"Like?"

"Well I have to go to the bank, then pop to the grocery store"

"I'll come with you"

"No" I say way to quickly causing Kelly to frown "I just mean it's going to be boring and you've been working really heard the past few days. Why don't you sleep in" Kelly frowns not buying what I'm selling

"What's going on?"

"Ok you caught me. I am actually getting you a surprise but I'm not telling you what it is so you'll have to wait"

"Ok? Why?"

"Will you stop asking me questions. Go back to sleep I won't be to long" I place a kiss on Kelly's lips before getting up and getting dressed.

So I'm pregnant! I run to the store and buy a gift bag, some dippers, wipes and baby bottles. I then head back home with all of the 'gifts' in the bag and head into the house

"I'm home!" I call out and Kelly is quick to greet me with a smile. He wraps me up in his arms causing me to giggle at his affection "go sit down for your surprise" he eagerly leaves my side and sits down on the couch still with a wide grin on his face "ok close your eyes" I say and he does. I place the bag on his lap and tell him to open. He puts his hand in and the first thing he pulls out are the packets of wipes

"Baby wipes? You trying to tell me to wipe my ass or something?"

"No. Keep going" next he pulls out the baby bottles. He frowns taking out the box of diapers. He looks at me still frowning, but a look of realisation crosses his face as I keep smiling at him

"Are you...? Are we...?"

"Yes. I'm pregnant" Kelly is up in an instant and spins me around then kisses all over my face

"I love you so much!"

"I love you to Kel"

"I'm going to be a dad"

"Yes you are. We're finally getting what we wanted"

[witchofsparkles]

Ghost was not having a very good day. It wasn’t the job in particular because it was expected of him to be used to it by now after 15 years of service; it was because the man right next to him grinning ear to ear as if he didn't just come out of a bloody combat with explosives, terrorists and flying limbs. The limbs were not belong to them, god bless, but especially the explosives were their doing.

Not theirs as a team, but the man who has a nasty smile's.

The explosives belonged to the reason of his headache for months, Soap.

Ghost tried not to fall for Soap's banter, but his mouth didn't know better. Even though he couldn’t even hear what the man was saying, Ghost replied sarcastically. "Yeah, Johnny. Sure, whatever you say."

What other answer there that could be said to everything? Yeah, sure. Whatever. Just please stop talking.

"You do think I'm pretty? Oh, that’s flattering. Thank you, sir. Please write that in the report so Price can see my charm too. It would work better coming from you, the big man with the mask." Ghost almost tripped down from the heli and crashed onto the mountains thousands fits down and at that moment he didn't think he would mind a good head trauma with a highly possible death.

He though to put a stop to it, to ruin the mood, but decided against. Ghost couldn’t avert his gaze fast enough, and his eyes locked with Soap for a split second. The carefree smile Soap sent to Ghost made his stomach flutter.

And Ghost would drink bleach if he knew it would kill the butterflies in his stomach.

Yeah, there was another reason for his headache and bad times in general.

Ghost was down bad in love with his Sergeant, John MacTavish.

Ghost watched Soap walking into the base with the other soldiers, laughing loudly and looking all hot in bloody gear. Ghost just stood next to the heli silently, tried to appear like he was busy with something, and checked Soap's back out. Ghost knew he wasn’t injured or anything, but who could be sure? In the heat of the war, blood full of adrenalin, everybody could make mistakes.

The reason of his gaze was purely professional and had nothing to do with how Soap's ass was moving with his every step. Totally.

"You might wanna take your chances, you know that right?" Ghost almost jumped out of his skin and his hand went to his knife reflexively.

"You know better to not sneak up on me, Price." Ghost relaxed his stance and put the knife back. Price was smiling at him.

"And I know that I can give you a very hard time if we had to fight. Anyway. You pray that there's a mask on your face. With how obvious you're about staring at Johnny, even my dead mom can come up and laugh at you."

Ghost inhaled sharply. "You call him Johnny again, we will see about that fight."

A laugh escaped Price. "God. Calm down, son. No one's taking him. Fine, I won't call him that. Jesus."

Ghost rolled his eyes. He wasn’t feeling like talking and yet he couldn’t shut up today. Also, he didn't want to think about Price's implication. "Why are you here? I was coming to report."

Price stroked his mustache, and that made Ghost's stomach drop with worry. "Why is your hand on your mustache? Who died?"

Price threw him a dirty look. "Why do everyone think like that when they see me? No one died. Not yet. And hopefully never. I changed my mind. You go rest, we will talk later when all of you available."

"You said no one died, yet. Why don't we talk now?" Ghost's knuckles were white from holding his west so hard. Something bad happened, he knew it.

Price stared at him again, a little longer than a second. "It's nothing out of ordinary. Just our everyday madness. You look like shit, and Soap looked like shit. If the only sane one is Gaz among you, I fear everyone will die. So, go rest. I will call you when you can open both of your eyes at will."

Ghost couldn’t sleep. It was expected, after how Price teased him with an apocalypse. In his mind, at least. If he didn't think the worst could happen, he wouldn’t be Ghost. He was so tense that Ghost thought his skin was gonna tear apart. His headache from the explosions was worse, and every single one of his muscles were hurting.

All stopped when he saw Johnny sitting at where Ghost was usually sitting. It was his secret place, a tiny corner with no noise and just darkness. The place he would come when the sleep didn't.

"Why are you here?" Ghost would love it if he didn't sound like a goddamn incubus.

Soap jumped, expectedly. Turned to him sharply, then took a deep breath when he saw who was it. "You almost had to file a suspicious dead report on me. Stop creating work for yourself."

Ghost snickered, that’s how his Johnny was. He was acting like a class clown, but Ghost wasn’t believing in that. All that laughing and joking, it was almost impossible in this job. When all you could see was the dead, your voice was turning into a whisper.

It was sadness that consumes you.

"It would take a lot more to kill you, Johnny." Ghost's voice was always deep, but for some reason it deepened. Like he was sharing a secret. Almost a whisper.

Johnny's eyes shimmered under the dim lights. They looked like stars for a moment, then Ghost corrected himself. Not stars, explosions. Fireworks.

"Is everything okay? Why don't you sleep? Were you thinking about something?" Johnny was looking up to him from where he was sitting, and Ghost was looking down. He wanted to take Johnny's face between his hands and brush the stubble at the corner of his mouth. He wanted to crash into his lips, taste him with his tongue, just sweep it across Johnny's lips and inside his mouth, feel the hot wetness of his saliva around his own tongue, to get Johnny's tongue in his mouth and crowd him in, to be able to get a fistful of Johnny's stupid mohawk while kissing with a lust that would shame Jesus himself that he would have to look away, he wanted to touch Johnny's every bit on his back and kiss him from his neck to down his happy trail, he wanted to be able to touch at the tip of him with just only a finger and make him moan for more-

"I was thinking about you."

Rest is on ao3:

[sillymultifandomgirly]

Bestie.

My westie bestie.

Please, feed. Feed Lee Oliver and Ler Miss Circle. I see them as family-

Bet- i got you bestie 😈

"Her favorite student"

Lers: Miss Circle

Lees: Oliver

(Platonic)

Miss Circle sighed, eventually finishing with grading other students' tests. The fact the half of them failed was really starting to irritate her. She sat back in her chair, running a hand through her hair.

"These damn children...I swear, half of them might've never been taught what math is.."

Suddenly, there was a knock on her door. Oliver stood at the doorway, the same usual smirk on his face.

"Hey there, Miss!"

Miss Circle's expression softened a bit. Seeing one of her favorite students did make her feel a bit better.

"Well hello, Oliver. Why are you here all of a sudden?"

Oliver walked into the classroom, sitting on a chair near Miss Circle's desk.

"Meh...I'm bored. Plus I'm sure Miss Thavel didn't see me sneak out of her class- ....Anyways, are you alright? You seem a bit...Stressed."

Miss Circle stared at Oliver for a few moments before sighing.

"That's because I am stressed. All this grading is giving me a headache."

Oliver frowned a bit. He didn't like seeing his favorite teacher so stressed.

"Sorry to hear that...Is there anything i can do to make you feel better?"

Miss Circle's eyes lit up slightly. She wasn't expecting such a kind offer from Oliver of all people. Suddenly, an idea popped up in her head, and she smirked playfully.

"Why of course...Come closer, dear."

Oliver was a bit confused, but he chuckled softly and did what he was told as he walked closer to her.

"Okay...What do-"

He was cut off by Miss Circle suddenly grabbing him and placing him in her lap. He kicked and squirmed, definitely not expecting this.

"M-Miss-!? What's going on!?"

Miss Circle's smirk widened.

"Oh, you'll see~ You'll see right now."

Without warning, her large black claws started scratching away at Oliver's stomach. This caught the boy off guard, already becoming a giggling mess.

"Eh-!? A-Ahahahahaha! M-Miss Cihihihircle-!"

Miss Circle chuckled, continuing to tickle Oliver's stomach.

"Ah...I'm feeling a bit better already."

Oliver continued to squirm around in her lap, his face red with embarrassment.

"Ehehehehehe! *Snort* P-Please let g-gohohohoho!"

Miss Circle snickered, shaking her head in response.

"Not just yet..~ You're helping me relieve stress, remember?"

She growled playfully, now digging into Oliver's left underarm. This made him squeal with laughter.

"WAHAHAHAIT- N-NOHOHOHO PLEASE NOT THEHEHEHERE!! *snort* AHAHAHAHAHAHA!!"

Miss Circle chuckled loudly, her stress starting to slowly fade away.

"Aww...Just one more adorable noise and I'll stop~"

She started to scratch at Oliver's underarm faster. Oliver started squirming even more, already almost in tears.

"N-NAHAHAHAHA! *snort* S-STOOOP! STOP IHIHIHIT!!"

Miss Circle finally felt satisfied after a few minutes, stopping her tickling and placing Oliver back on the floor.

"Thank you for the help, Oliver. You may go now."

Oliver took a few moments to catch his breath, eventually standing up straight.

"O-Okay...I'll go now.."

Just like that, he left the classroom. Confused but flustered about what just happened.