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A Sweet Mishap - Chapter 11

Pairing - Jensen Ackles x Reader 

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As has become a habit of recent, the first thing I do when I open my eyes – despite the headache pounding behind them – is check my phone. I smile at the sweet good night text that must have come through mere seconds after I’d fallen asleep and then text back.

Mornin’ Remind me to stay away from eggnog…Or at least not mix it with wine…

I sit up slowly and take a sip out of the water bottle that I’d somehow had the presence of mind to prepare in advance and reach into my bag for some pain killers. I take a couple of pills before laying back down. After a few minutes my phone buzzes.

Awe, Darlin’ That sounds like a lethal mix You ok?

Yeah, my head hurts

I bet You’re gonna hate what I have to say but... Water, pills, breakfast, exercise also helps

Check, Check, I don’t even want to think about food and not a chance

Fair enough Go back to sleep then I’ll be here when you wake up

I gotta get up Work later

Today?

People need their coffee…I’m closing

Please at least eat something first then Even if you don’t want to

I won’t be allowed to leave here without eating first So don’t worry

Good

This is the only thing I miss about London You know they get the day off after Christmas It’s called Boxing Day Though they mainly watch soccer But it’s a nationwide holiday

First you tell me you’re from Texas and now you’re saying you lived in London? Another long story, I’m guessing?

Yeah…I lived there for almost a year with my boyfriend after high school

Wow I thought my move to LA was ambitious and scary You actually went overseas

Yep…At the time I thought I was in love Anyway, you know the rest of that tragic story I really do have to get up now I’ll talk to you after work

Alright Darlin Hope your head feels better

I smile at his sweet message as I shut off my phone, get up, change into fresh jeans and a hoodie and pack all my things back into my bag. I leave the box from Jensen separate. Without all the extras from the cafe, I could easily manage my bag and the box, but I also know that Nick didn’t drink nearly as much as Stella or I, always wanting to be the responsible one and ready to look after her. So, I know he’ll insist on driving me home. With everything organised, I go to the bathroom to freshen up and then downstairs to indulge in whatever my stomach can handle.

In the kitchen, Nick takes one look at me and sighs. “You girls and your wine…”

“What about your eggnog?”

“I was deliberately light on the alcohol, if it wasn’t for the wine, you’d both be fine. How many times do I have to tell you both how much worse wine-hangover are?”

“Maybe a few hundred more. It’s fun at the time…”

“Yeah, and now you’re both a mess.” He hands me a plate with one of Stewie’s croissants heated up. “You’re gonna have to eat on the run. Stella has to go into the office, I’ll drop you off at the same time. Now, if you’ll excuse me I have to make sure she’s getting ready.” 

I sit at the island bench and pick at the croissant while I wait for Nick and Stella to come back downstairs.

“Some manager you are…” I playfully tease Stella from the backseat as she uses the tiny mirror to fix up her make-up, attempting to make herself look more alive and less hungover.

She meets my eyes in the mirror, “Like you’re any better?”

I shrug, “At least my customers will be just as hungover as me.”

Nick cuts us both off as he parks in front of her office building, “You’re both as bad as each other. I really wish you would stop doing this.” He leans over to peck Stella’s cheek, “I love you, go kick some ass.”

“I love you too, both of you,” she says with a glance over the backseat at me before slipping out of the car. 

Nick waits until she disappears into the large, tinted glass doors before driving off. He sighs as he glances in the rearview mirror to meet my eyes briefly. “None of this funny business at the wedding, remember?” I nod. “You know she’s so close to another massive promotion, she’s in the middle of the pitch of her career. I get that you’re her best friend and that your life's a mess and you’re lonely but please don’t bring her down with you. The wedding is enough of a distraction. She wants this so bad, she won’t tell you because she loves you, but she can’t afford anymore distractions right now.”

My jaw drops. He’s never been this candid or harsh with me before. I’m lost for words. Shocked and hurt, all I can do is bite my cheek to hold back my emotions and nod. The rest of the drive to my apartment passes in uncomfortable, tense silence. The second the car stops I swing the door open and jump out. I quietly thank Nick for driving me and then slip into my apartment building. 

I dump my stuff in the corner of the room and go shower. Feeling sick, hurt, sad, and like a woeful disappointment I scrub every inch of my body as I stand under the scalding water. I wash my hair, shave my legs and thoroughly exfoliate in an attempt to wash away all my feelings and make myself feel at least a little better about myself. By the time I shut off the water and step out of the cubicle I’ve made a list of resolutions that I’m not going to wait until New Years to enact. 

Only contact Stella for wedding related matters

Be the best Maid-of-Honor ever

Get my life back on track - Stop chasing pipe dreams

Get a good-paying, stable 9-5 job

Be realistic about Jensen

I get dressed in the same jeans and a clean long sleeve shirt and then as the first step of my new resolutions, I tape up the box and write ‘return to sender’ on the top. I tie up my hair in a messy bun, put on comfy work shoes, grab my designated work backpack and the box, but as I check the time I realise I won’t make the post office before my shift so I leave it by the door and make a mental note to take it first thing in the morning.

My shift passes by in a blur. I hand out order after order with practiced speed and a forced smile. After flicking the sign to ‘closed’ I scrub every surface until it shines and then lock up. As I walk home I briefly check my phone, I see a text from Jensen but don’t let myself read it. I stuff my phone back in my pocket and quicken my pace to get out of the miserable, cold December air. For a second I;m transported back to my time in London.

I walked down a quiet lane back towards my shared apartment. The bleak weather matched my emotions. The light drizzle matching the tears still falling down my cheeks. I had been sitting alone in a park all day avoiding the place and person I had called home for so long. I only got up once I knew he’d be at work, likely serving fancy cocktails to the pale, model-like brunette he brought back to our apartment. I’d only been gone one night, for an acting class in Paris. But when I got home, excited to surprise him, knowing he’d still be sleeping from working until 2am, I found he wasn’t alone; there was another naked woman laying on my pillow.  A chorus of car horns startles me out of the unpleasant memory and I finally slip back into my building. I have another scalding shower to wash away the sweat and unpleasant smell of mixed foods and beverages clinging to my clothes, skin and hair. When I sit down to eat a bland frozen lasagne I flick through the channels. Supernatural is on again but I force myself to flick past it before Jensen’s face appears. Settling on an animal documentary I open my laptop and search for jobs as I eat. My phone buzzes on the coffee table but I silence it. I feel a little guilty for ignoring him since Jensen has been nothing but nice to me, but then Nick’s words ring back through my head, “I get that you’re her best friend and that your life is a mess and you’re lonely but please don’t bring her down with you.”. And I know he’s right, my life is a mess and I am lonely, but until I sort it out, I’ll just bring anyone around me down with me.

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Falling Slowly - Chapter 3

Pairing: Tommy Miller x f!reader

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Rating: Mature - 18+ ONLY!

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“Mornin’ sunshine!” Tommy greets his grumpy brother as he walks into his kitchen, immediately raiding the refrigerator for some food. 

Joel grunts at him, taking another sip of his coffee as he watches his brother move about the room. He hadn’t seen him outside of work for a few weeks, but Joel’s truck needed a minor repair, and he’d needed a ride to work. 

“...and I really think I can close that contract. Mrs. Jones loves me, and I could probably get her to agree to those upgra-”

“You got laid.”

“-upgrades. What? Why would you say that?”

Joel narrows his eyes. “Because you’re extra…chipper…When did you have time to find someone who would let you fuck them?”

“I get around.”

Joel puts down his mug and crosses his arms, watching Tommy flit about the kitchen, resuming his conversation about Mrs. Jones and moving into one about Daisy.

“Aren’t you gonna take that girl on a date yet?” Joel blurts out, cutting Tommy off mid-sentence. 

“Who? Oh, Daisy? Nah, we’re just friends.”

Joel looks at him. “Yeah, friends who keep the condom companies in business.”

Tommy’s eyes snap to his brothers. “I never said we were fuckin-”

“Oh come on Tommy. Your entire body does this..shifty thing when you talk about her. Your eyes light up like she’s all that matters. And now? You have the “I fucked her” look on your face when you talk about her so don’t give me that crap.”

“I’m not supposed to tell anyone.”

“You didn’t tell me. I figured it out. But do me a favor and just ask that girl out already?”

Tommy shrugs. “I don’t know. But if it makes you happy, I’ll think about it.”

It’s been several months and our arrangement is going very well. I swear we’ve fucked on every surface of each of our homes, sometimes not even making it past a few steps in the door before we’re on the floor or up against a wall. When I asked him if he would attend a work party with me, he enthusiastically agreed, pushing me in the bathroom and bending me over the bathroom sink as I watched his face while he fucked me, those curls I love falling onto his forehead, some of them sticking to the sweat beading across his gorgeous skin. So things were going great. There was just one problem, a small one really.

I love him.

I’ll never tell him. I don’t want to risk losing him in any capacity, and if I’m being totally honest with myself, it would be really hard to go back to being just normal friends. I can’t get enough of him, his smile, his laugh, the jokes he cracks when we’re hanging out or when he’s buried deep inside of me, the touch of his skin on mine, the way his curls sometimes fall onto his face. He’s ruined me for other men and I’m totally ok with that.

But sometimes it makes me want to scream “What are you doing, Daisy?”

I do take solace in the fact that he hasn’t found someone either, whether from choice or not I don’t know. And that’s not something I want to ask myself. Not yet.

Shaking my head, I pull into the site lot where the project he’s working on is, walking up to the trailer and knocking, lunch bag in my hand. 

���Come in.”

I open the door and he glances up, a smile spreading across his face when he sees me.

“Hey Daisy! I wasn’t expectin’ you.”

I hold up the bag from his favorite place. “I knew you’d be working late tonight and miss burger night so,” I shake the bag, walking up to his desk and placing it down on an unoccupied spot. 

Tommy looks at me, his eyes soft when they meet mine. What is that look? Love? Nah, I’m probably projecting.

“Thank you, Daisy. That was really sweet. I didn’t expect this.”

“I brought something else.”

“Oh?” 

I walk around the desk and Tommy pushes his chair back, turning it towards me as he looks up expectantly. When I drop to my knees between his legs, his eyes grow dark.

I spend the next several minutes pulling as many sounds as I can from this man, wiping my mouth when I stand.

“Hope you enjoy lunch.”

“Is it ok if I invite Daisy to Sarah’s birthday party?”

Joel looks over at his brother from his side of the truck. “I don’t think so.”

Tommy furrows his brow. “Why? She’s been around a few times. Her and Sarah get along. "

“You take her on a proper date yet?”

“Who are you? Mom?”

Joel shakes his head. “I don’t want you bringing strange women around my daughter.”

“She’s not a strange woman. She’s my friend.”

“Any woman you’re fuckin’ but refuse to have an actual conversation with to define your relationship is being disrespected by you. And I’m not letting you set the example to my daughter that that’s ok to be treated that way.”

Tommy’s mouth falls open. “Hey, fuck you man. We are definied. Friends with benefits.”

Joel gives his brother a look. “You know there’s more to it than that. Any idiot can see it. Except you two, apparently.”

I had to go a couple of time zones away for work, hating the time I have to spend away from Tommy. Maybe it's a good thing? We are nearly always together and we aren't even together. Officially. 

The jet lag hits me hard when I get back and swear all I've done the last 2 days is sleep. On the third day, I manage to force myself from bed to take a shower and start to unpack. I have a bad habit of waiting to do that, usually from being sad the trip was over. This time, I was happy to be back so I could see Tommy, and while he did pick me up from the airport and bring me back home, he ended up leaving, demanding I get sleep and feel better. He'd dropped by a few times and brought me food, but he ended up leaving, saying he could see I was trying to stay awake when he was around and he just wanted me to rest.

I grab my toiletry bag and head into the bathroom, pulling things out of the bag and putting them away. I have a small basket under the sink where I keep my travel items. I open the door and grab it out, putting everything away. When I go to put it back, something is blocking the basket, annoying the shit out of me. I bend down to see what could possibly be blocking me from just putting my crap away. A small box of tampons had fallen from the top of the drawer set I have down there to organize other things. Rolling my eyes, I grab the box of tampons and angrily shove them where they go, pushing the basket into it’s proper spot. I close the door and stand up, stretching. Heading back into my closet, I dump the clothes from my suitcase into my laundry hamper. Even if I didn’t wear them, I’m still washing them. Shoving the suitcase in it’s storage place at the back of the closet, I close the door and sigh, glad that that was finally over.

I head to my kitchen and make a little lunch. Nothing major as I still haven’t regulated back from my trip. I’m about 7 spoonfuls into my vegetable soup when I realize something, like a puzzle piece I’d been staring at for hours that finally jumps out to slide into it’s place.

The tampons.

I shove myself back from the table and walk with purpose to my bathroom, yanking open the cabinet door and feeling around for the box of tampons. I grab it and pull it out, peering inside. Only a couple were missing, as I’d just needed a couple near the end of my last period. Which was…when exactly? 

I grab my phone off it’s charger and flip to my calendar, counting back days and realize…I’m late. I’m never late. I can set my watch to my period it’s always so precise. But…I’m not even feeling sick? Aren’t you supposed to feel nauseous?

I know it’s just jet lag, but I should grab a test to officially rule it out. Just to calm my now racing mind. I mean, Tommy and I doubled up, he with condoms and me with birth control. These things are supposed to prevent this kind of….problem.

I pull on some sneakers, not even bothering to change out of the athleisure outfit I had on, and go to the closest store that would sell what I need with the least chance of me running into someone I know. I stand in the isle, staring down what feels like a hundred rows of tests, all advertising the same thing in different ways. In the end, I decide to buy 2 in case I fuck one up. I go with something called a “pink dye test” and another that just reads it out to you in plain English. 

By the time I’m done reading the directions, my hands are shaking so bad. I don’t know why, as there’s no way I’m pregnant. The directions say it’s best to test first thing in the morning with your first pee of the day, but there’s no way I’m waiting for that. Somehow I manage to not pee all over the place, setting the sticks upside down in the wrappers and turning on the timer for 3 minutes. The longest 3 minutes of my life. I take the time to putter around my bathroom, absentmindedly cleaning off random things until the timer goes off. Ok, so when these say negative, I’ll give myself a few days to not be exhausted and, if I still am, I’ll make an appointment with my doctor. No big deal. Just ruling this out. I grab the one that just reads it to you, thinking this would be easier than trying to figure out of I was seeing 2 lines or 1. I take a deep breath and exhale, flipping the test over, my eyes focusing on the tiny box that would read out my fate.

PREGNANT

I laugh. I actually laugh out loud. And not quietly, more like a full body laugh, my head tipping back with the force of it. Which is probably not the most mature response, but this test is faulty. I would get the one faulty test in their lineup. I mean, it even says it’s not 100% on the box. I reach for the pink dye test, flipping it over, feeling the smile that was on my face start to falter as I look down.

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Two lines. That…wait that can’t be right. I snatch the directions off the counter, eyes scanning for the part about reading the results. It says 2 lines means pregnant. It says some other things but I suddenly can’t focus, my eyes snapping back to the 2 little tests on the counter, 2 little sticks that are changing the entire course of my life. Assuming I want it. Do I want it? I don’t not want it. What am I saying? Do I really want to have a kid? Now? If I was going to have a kid with anyone, I’d want it to be Tommy. Fuck, what the hell am I going to tell Tommy?

He texts me a couple hours later to check on me and I tell him I’m feeling better but still tired and need a couple more days. He doesn’t question this and why should he? He says he’ll see me Friday, our weekly Netflix and chill night and I can’t say no. If I do, he’ll suspect something.

“She’s alive!”

Tommy smiles at me, that ear to ear grin that I find so damned endearing as he pulls me in for a tight hug, kissing the side of my head. 

“I missed you, Daisy. You feelin’ better?”

“Eh. I’m not sure.”

“Still?” He crooks his finger and tilts my jaw up, his eyes roaming over my face and I almost crack then.

“Your eyes do look…odd. You need to go to the hospital or somethin’? I can drive-”

“No. No, I’ll be ok.”

He doesn’t look convinced as I pull myself from his grip, every inch of me begging to be closer. We get the food set up and I manage to eat some, nerves killing my appetite. We settle onto the couch and he pulls me up next to him, resting his head on mine. As much as I don’t want to move, I have to tell him. It’s eating me alive and I can’t…I need him on this. I need to talk to him, my best friend.

“Hey, Tommy?”

“Mmm?”

“I need to tell you something.”

He lifts his head and pauses the movie, turning his head to give me his full attention. My eyes meet his, soft and warm, and I almost choke. It’s killing me to break this happy buzz he has going on. 

“I…I don’t really know how to tell you this-”

“You found someone else?” He chuckles, but it’s nervous, like he isn’t quite sure, his eyes bouncing between mine.

“What? No, never.”

“Phew! Well then, darlin’, anythin’ else you have to say can’t be bad.”

“It’s big.”

“So am I.” He waggles his eyebrows and I punch his arm.

“I’m trying to be serious, Tommy.”

“Alright, alright. I’m sorry.” He pretends to lock his lips and hand me the key, his big eyes settling on mine.

I take a deep breath. It’s now or never.

“I’m p-pregnant.”

Tommy laughs, his body shaking with it, his head tilting back with it, very similar to my initial response and I can’t help the soft smile that appears on my face for a second or two at this parallel.

“Ok, ok, Daisy. Pregnancy isn’t something to joke about.”

“You’re right. It isn’t.”

His laughter starts to fade, his eyes still meeting mine as I will him to finally realize what I’m saying. The moment it does, I can see it - the smile dropping, his eyes growing wide, and he starts nervously stammering.

“I-I…uh wh-what…uh…when….why-”

“I’ve been feeling exhausted since my trip, realized I hadn’t had my period, took a few tests to rule it out, and…” I gesture to my stomach. His eyes flick down to where I gestured, somehow growing wider, as if he could already see a belly. Which is crazy because I’m too early. Right?

I need to read a book.

“P-pregnant? But that makes no sense! I suited up and you - you said you were on birth control.”

“I am. Well, was. When I found out I was pregnant, I stopped taking the pill. And no, I never missed a dose. Always took it on time.”

“Then h-how?”

“Sometimes these things just…fail. I guess. I mean, it does say like 99% effective.”

His breathing has picked up, his chest starting to heave with the weight of it all. He starts glancing around the room, looking for any indication that I was joking. When he finds none, he stands abruptly.

“I-I can’t be here. I gotta..I gotta go.”

“Tommy-”

But he doesn’t stop, tripping over his feet and yanking open the door after fiddling with the lock, slamming it behind him as he all but runs towards where he must have parked his truck.

I don’t know what I expected. I guess maybe more…anger? That wasn’t like him. Talking? Maybe. Nervous support at least? Something. But Tommy storming out like I’ve told him he has 5 seconds before I'm dunking him in a tank full of piranhas? I didn’t expect that. The man was in Desert Storm - I thought he couldn’t get freaked out. When he gets back, I’ll have to ask him about that.

He will come back, right?

>>Chapter 4>>

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Finding Myself, Finding You: Chapter Eleven

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TW/CWs for this story--implied/referenced past rape, canonical violence, non-canonical violence, blood, gore, referenced past suicide, swearing, surgery, excessive drinking, nightmares, panic attacks, mention of scars, vomiting, amputation, medical procedures, non-con medical procedures, referenced past medical torture, referenced past drugging, attempted sexual assault, panic attacks, mental health struggles, referenced sibling death, referenced parent death

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It was bright and early the following morning when Daryl came knocking on my bedroom door, insisting that we get moving early to make sure we got back before his afternoon watch. “Ok, gimme five minutes,” I croaked, my throat dry from mouth-breathing in my sleep. I grabbed some clothes out of one of my drawers and tossed them on my bed. There was a fitted jacket, one that would likely be used as workout attire, that I decided to wear as a shirt, another pair of black workout shorts, and my leg holsters for my weapons. I grabbed my backpack and packed my remaining weapons, my notebook, my water bottle, and some medical supplies.

I fluffed my hair a little and tied it up into a high ponytail. Even tied up, my hair still reached down to my mid-back. Having long hair gave me more confidence and made me feel more feminine, but since the world fell, it was more of a nuisance than anything. And it was cumbersome when it was wet. I often debated on just chopping it off, but I liked it far too much to do that.

“Mornin’ sunshine,” I said as I came down the stairs. Daryl was putting his boots on by the front door, his crossbow slung over his shoulder and a tumbler on the floor next to him. I went over and joined him, and he picked the tumbler up off the floor and handed it to me.

“This yours,” he said, holding the tumbler of what I presumed to be coffee out to me. I reached out and grabbed it, our fingers lightly touching as I placed my hand below his on the cup. I let my fingers linger there for just a moment and made sure to brush his as I pulled away. I felt electricity shoot through my body as my fingers graced his.

“You’re sweet. Thank you.” This time, I know I saw a very faint shade of pink appear on his cheeks. I set the cup down long enough to put my boots on and follow him outside.

The air was crisp, cool, and I was thankful I had worn long sleeves. The path was damp, like it had rained the night before or this morning. And one of my favorite things—the dew that clung to the grass nearby—sparkled in the sun like glitter. Rosita was walking up the dirt path, carrying a basket of food from the garden in her arms.

“Good morning guys,” she said as Daryl walked past her. He just gave her a nod and a small “hey” and kept making his way to the front gate. She reached her arm out and grabbed mine to stop me. “Vector, can I talk to you for a second?”

“Uh, yeah, real quick 'cause I gotta skedaddle. What’s up?” She looked over my shoulder to make sure Daryl was far enough away and dropped her voice to a whisper.

“What’s going on here?” she asked, beaming. I rolled my eyes and huffed at her.

“I guess Rick wants us to go out on a run. At least that’s what Daryl told me. Also gonna try to find a prosthetic foot for Aaron for when he needs it,” I explained, also dropping my voice to a whisper.

“Sounds like you two have a long day ahead of you,” she replied, “are you excited?”

I looked down at my feet and smiled, a faint blush of pink gracing my cheeks. “I am. I just hope being stuck with me all day won’t annoy him, y’know?”

“Well if it does, you’ll know. So if it’s not obvious, you’re fine. Now go, you have a handsome archer waiting for you.” She started to turn away, then turned back. “Be sure to tell me all about it once you’re back.” I nodded and jogged off to catch up with Daryl, who was already at the front waiting on me.

“So what did Rick want us to go out for?” I asked as I buckled myself into the car.

“Said there’s some big ass grocery store nearby. Wants us to get what we can,” Daryl explained as he drove us out the front gates, “stock up ‘fore winter sets in and we can’t grow nothin’.”

“Ah, groshrees and a prosthetic foot. How exciting.” I could see him make a face in my peripheral.

“The hell’s “groshrees?” Ya don’t sound like no east coaster.” I stifled a chuckle and pulled down the sun visor in front of me, shifting it to the side window to keep the rising sun out of my eyes.

“That would be my Midwestern accent. I grew up in Ohio, close to the Michigan border. I say groceries like “groshrees” and wintertime like “winnertime.” Med school took me to the east coast.” I thought this would be a good segway into trying to get to know Daryl a little better. “What about you, Daryl? You sound like you’re from deeper south than Virginia.”

“Georgia,” he said, then quickly changing the subject back to me, like he already had his next question lined up, “what’s Doctors Without Borders?”

“Hmm?”

“When ya got here, ya told Rick somethin’ ‘bout wantin’ to join Doctors Without Borders, an’ he seemed impressed.” Of course, I was happy to answer just about any question he had, and I liked that he seemed to take a genuine interest in me and my life. But damn, he couldn’t even keep the subject on himself for two seconds, and it was starting to get a little frustrating.

“Oh, yeah, it was a non-profit that sent doctors around the world to provide medical care in areas where people needed it. Places with rampant diseases they couldn’t keep under control, war-torn countries, places where people had experienced natural disasters and such.”

I looked over at him and studied his features as I kept talking. He had his eyes focused ahead of him on the road, but I could picture them perfectly, those gorgeous pools of cerulean blue. Even though he was paying attention to the road, as he should, I could tell he was actively listening, genuinely curious and taking in every single word I said. He always did. “I wanted to get a few years of practice in after residency before joining. But instead, the world fell. Guess I was destined to end up in a war zone regardless.”

“Selfless as hell. Not somethin’ most people’d do,” Daryl replied, this time turning to me for just a second, gracing my face with his beautiful eyes, followed by a very, very tiny smile that tugged at one of the corners of his mouth. Our eyes locked for just a moment, and in just that one moment, my knees became weak and my heart rate increased. He truly was beautiful.

“Thank you.” This time, I was determined to get something out of him. “Alright, enough about me. You gotta give me some more info about you,” I said, propping my right foot up on my seat and wrapping my arms around my leg.

“Why?”

“Because you have asked me a million questions about myself in the last few days, and I’m gettin’ real sick and tired of hearing my own voice,” I explained, offering him a soft smile, “you are one mysterious human being, and I want to get to know you. We’re friends, right?” I scratched at the side of my thumb with my index finger. “I hope. Plus, I don’t wanna be a nuisance by just going on and on and on.”

“If I thought ya’s annoyin’, I wouldn’ta kept talkin’ to ya or brought ya along,” he said in an attempt to offer some reassurance.

“But still, I would like to know more about you. So let me do the asking, and you do the talking. Please.” To my surprise, the car slowly rolled to a stop, and he turned once again to meet my gaze, this time for longer. New butterflies in my stomach were starting to break out of their chrysalids. “I won’t get too personal I promise. Unless you want me to.” I gave him a flirtatious smirk, and I saw that small smile pull at the corner of his mouth again.

“Fine,” Daryl said, breaking eye contact and starting down the road again, “only cause ya asked so nicely.”

I had to take a second before I started speaking again. What had just happened? Was there tension in the air there? Did I imagine it? Was he being flirtatious back? Or was I imagining that as well? My head was spinning, and I had to take a couple of deep, but quiet, breaths to slow my heart rate down.

“What did you do before all of this?” I asked, then remembering that I had asked that question on our first run and he didn’t seem very receptive to it, “oh shit, I asked you that before. If it’s a touchy subject, you don’t have to answer it.” My rough-and-tumble redneck companion was quiet for a moment, and I was trying to come up with my next question when he answered.

“Nah, you’re good.” He pondered for a moment, choosing his words carefully to perfectly craft his answer. “I was just existin’. Floatin’ through life. Wake up every mornin’, and whatever Merle said we was doin's what we did.”

He mentioned someone’s name. Progress.

“Who’s Merle?” I asked. I continued scratching at the side of my thumb with my index finger in an attempt to quell my anxiety. It was never painful, never enough to break skin, but it was enough to be a distraction from my feelings of unease.

“He’s mah brother.” I didn’t know whether the “he’s” was supposed to be he is or he was, but I decided not to prod further on that.

“Is he like you?”

“Whadaya mean?” I hadn’t quite thought this far ahead.

“Y’know, like…easy to talk to, pleasant to be around, things like that,” I said. He scoffed at my remark.

“Guy was a jackass. Righteous prick. Bit of a creep. You wouldn’ta liked ‘im.” The “was” clarified for me that he was either dead, or Daryl didn’t know where he was.

“Do you think he would've liked me?" I bit the inside of my bottom lip. Jesus Vec, why’d you ask that? What does it matter?

"Merle? Yeah, he'da liked ya. Probably a lil' too much,” Daryl replied. I felt my body fight to physically recoil at the thought of what that could’ve meant, but I kept still.

"I could've taken him,” I said rather confidently. Daryl scoffed at me again.

"That's a lotta big talk comin' from someone so tiny,” he teased. I stuck my tongue out at him.

"Oh please. I've taken on people bigger than me before,” I elaborated, digging through the recesses of my brain for one of the stories where a man tried to fuck around with me and found out. I stretched my legs out and put my feet up on the dash, crossing one ankle over the other. “I once caught a man spiking my drink at a bar."

"What'dya do to ‘im?"

"I broke his nose...and his jaw...and his collarbone. Poor bastard didn't know whose drink he was messing with. Mama didn’t raise no bitch,” I said. Even though I could only see his side profile, I saw Daryl’s eyes widen just a little, and he had the tiniest smile on his face, like a proud parent.

"Nice. Didn't get arrested or nothin'?"

“Well, if he went to the cops to press charges on me, they’d eventually see the bar footage of him trying to drug me. Guess he didn’t want any smoke.” He took a turn down a random road, and I could see a building off in the distance with a tall sign in front of it, like the ones you see for gas stations on the side of highway exits. "Plus, he had like half a foot on me. I don’t think he wanted to admit that he got his ass beat by a woman much smaller than him.”

“Jackass had it comin’. Glad nothin’ happened to ya,” he said. I pulled the sleeves of my jacket up just a little and subtly rubbed at the scars on my right wrist.

“Me too,” I said, biting the inside of my lip. Nothing happened that time, sure, but what would he think if he found out about the time that something did? “But we’re going back to talking about you now. Your crossbow’s really cool. How did that become your weapon of choice?”

“Learned it when I was young. 's quiet, deadly, bolts easy ‘nough to come by."

“Did Merle teach you? Or your parents?” I saw his arms flex slightly, like he squeezed harder on the steering wheel for just a second, then stopped. Ok, no more bringing up Merle or his family. Got it, I said to myself, making a mental note of it.

“Taught m’self,” Daryl said, pulling into the tiny parking lot of the abandoned store that we’d be scavenging, “had to learn to hunt, quietest weapon I could find. Saved my ass more than once.”

“Well, it’s sick. Makes you look like a bonafide badass,” I complimented, swinging the car door open and letting myself out, “my brothers taught me how to fight, but that was it. Guess they figured it’d be the only skill I needed when the world was…normal.”

“I could teach ya,” Daryl responded, rather quickly, “I mean, if ya wanted. Should know how, just in case.” I folded my arms on the car's roof and rested my chin on them.

“Yeah, that…that would be cool. Thanks.” He was hunched over in the car, reaching for what I presumed to be his crossbow. I slung my bag over my shoulders. “Don’t think we’re finished here. I have more questions for you.” I shut my door, and he lifted his head back up and rolled his eyes at me. I gave him a smirk in response.

“Whatever,” he said, shutting his door and locking the car, shoving the keys in his back pocket. I swung my backpack around to my side, rummaging in it for a second. I could finally put my most unique weapon to use.

“Here we go,” I said, pulling the black vibrator out of my bag, “I can finally show you how I kill walkers with this thing.” He scoffed and pried the sliding glass doors open, stepping in first in front of me, crossbow ready to fire.

We tiptoed in slowly, waiting for the shuffling sounds of any walkers or people. At first, there was nothing, but after some more tiptoes from us, there were some walker moans and groans echoing from somewhere inside the store. We carefully scanned each aisle, rounding each corner with extreme caution. Daryl got one walker as we came around a corner towards the far end of the store, hitting it right between the eyes.

Even when he was doing something as grisly as killing walkers, he was still the most beautiful human I’d ever laid my eyes on.

We hit the opposite end of the store after cutting through the back area to check for people and make sure we were completely alone. There was one more walker, stumbling around in the back corner of the store, chomping its teeth at us as it sauntered closer. It was wearing a priest's collar.

“Well go on,” Daryl said, stepping out from in front of me to my side, “go get the Father.” I let out a small chuckle and approached the creature, vibrator in hand, the top piece fixated to smack it in the temple.

“‘Sup Daddy?” I joked, swinging the vibrator like a bat and smacking the thing upside the head before it could even try to reach for me. The side of its head was caved in. I leaned over next to it and gave it a few more good whacks in the skull until the moaning and groaning stopped. I wiped my weapon off on its pants and slipped it into the holster on my leg for my knife before looking back up at Daryl, crossing my arms over my chest.

“Told you it’s a good weapon.”

[inkluvs]

IVES IT’S MY BIRTHDAY!!!

could I possibly get smth abt steve celebrating your birthday w you please rahhh maybe he does smth cute for it, I’ll leave that up to you teehee

have a lovely day bae <3

many moons ago

a/n: ok i wrote this really quickly so i'm not exactly sure how i feel about this? queueing it before i can overthink but happy (belated when this posts) birthday bae i love uuu <3 tw: food ; steve is a morning person ; one line that mentions sleep deprivation ? (0.3k)

steve harrington x fem! reader

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Sunlight pours in from the sliver between the blinds and the windowsill, just enough to have you blinking rapidly as you try to turn around in search of your boyfriend. He isn’t there. You run through the reasons in your mind: He might have work, picked up a weekend shift, and forgotten to tell you. He might’ve gotten started on breakfast, which would explain the smell that’s starting to waft into the room. Or maybe there’s an occasion you’d forgotten. 

It’s your birthday, is what you’re forgetting. Ridiculously late nights that pour into early mornings dismembered your sense of time altogether. For all you know, it could very well still be new years. 

You drift in and out of sleep for the next hour and a half, only stirring awake when the door hinges creak as it swings open. Steve’s soft like this, you think, shirt discarded somewhere on the floor, apron tied ‘round his waist and neck as he walks in with two plates. 

You smile into your pillow as he sets down the food on your nightstand, the sound of fabric rubbing against fabric reaching your ears as he unties the apron. Your bedsheets rustle as you turn to face him, your arms reaching out to pull him close.

“Mornin’ pretty,” He murmurs, words pressed tight against your neck.

“Morning,” you hum. “What’s the occasion?”

Steve’s never been that great of a storyteller, constantly getting distracted by little details and branching off when you give him input, but that didn’t always stop him.

“Many many moons ago,” he starts smoothing his thumb over the slope of your cheek, “on this exact morning,” he pauses, “you were born in the morning right?” You nod and his voice drops to a dramatic whisper, “You were born.” He dots a kiss against your hairline and your cheeks split in a grin.

“That’s what it was.” You realize, eyeing your breakfast with fervor.

He hums, “Happy birthday honey.”

[barnesafterglow]

nothing to lose

summary: after you start dating steve, it strikes a nerve with bucky, and your friendship may never be the same

pairing: frat!stucky x fem!reader

word count: 2k

warnings: college au, poly relationship, perceived cheating (but not really), cheesy confessions, bucky is an idiot but so is everyone else so it's ok

a/n: so this is a part two to a fic i wrote this summer, which was originally supposed to be just a steve fic, but i ended up leaning into the stucky vibes i created and wrote this. i loved writing it and i hope you enjoy it - please make sure to reblog and comment!

please make sure to read part one first!

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You woke up the next morning with two pairs of arms wrapped around you - Bucky still snoring softly on one side and a fondly smiling Steve on the other.

“Mornin’,” he said, gently cupping your face, his thumb rubbing across your cheek bone. He placed a quick kiss to your lips, almost like he didn’t know if he was allowed.

“Good morning,” you replied, returning his smile. “How’d you sleep?”

“Once Bucky stopped trying to grab my ass from across the bed? Pretty great.”

That startled a loud laugh out of you, and Bucky shushed you, messily pressing a finger to your face - you think he may have been aiming for your lips - before rolling over.

You stared at Steve’s face, taking in the flecks of green in his blue eyes and the freckles lightly dusting his nose, and thought about how you had wasted so much time when he could have been yours.

“Did you mean it?” His words snapped you out of your trance, and your eyes met his.

Your own hand reached to cup his face, and you laid like that, just looking into each other’s eyes for a moment.

“Of course I did, every single word.”

The smile that broke across his face lit you up inside, warming you even more than the two bodies encasing you. Your lips found each other then, a slow kiss that said more than any amount of words could. When one of his hands found your waist, gripping tight as he nipped at your bottom lip, you couldn’t help the moan that slipped out.

He tried to swallow it down, mindful that Bucky was still asleep beside you, but it was too late.

“If you’re going to fuck in my bed, at least let me join in.”

You laughed as Bucky’s arms came around you again, and Steve gave him a friendly shove, but you saw the blush in his cheeks, and you were surprised by how much you didn’t hate the idea.

-

By the time you made your way downstairs, it was well after noon and there were sounds of a meal being cooked in the kitchen.

You stepped onto the cool tile, both Steve and Bucky following close behind you, and found Sam nursing a bottle of water, Peter laying with his head in his arms at the kitchen table, and Natasha cheerily making pancakes, no sign of a hangover in sight.

Despite you relatively sobering up towards the end of the night, you still grabbed a bottle of water and the painkillers on the table, handing them to Bucky - who had his hood up and looked like he would rather be dead - as well.

Steve, as was the case with most Sunday mornings, joined Nat in the typical “look at these hungover idiots” conversation while said hungover idiots waited patiently for breakfast to be done.

Once everyone had eaten their fill and the worst of your hangovers started to wear off, Nat and Sam exchanged a look, and you were already rolling your eyes.

“So, you finally made a move, huh?” Same teased, winking at Steve. “It only took four years.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” Steve tried to act nonchalant, but you could see the tell-tale blush across his cheeks as he slung an arm over the back of your chair, and you leaned into his side. 

Peter, always the last to get it - despite the fact that he was graduating top of your class, the boy really lacked in the common sense department - finally put two and two together and his eyes went wide.

“Congrats, Steve! But what about -” His words were quickly cut off by Nat throwing a fork at him, though he caught it mere inches from his face. You wanted to question him, but Nat started talking about something Scott had done the night before.

As everyone else joined in, you were so caught up in the conversation that you missed the sad but pointed look Natasha gave Bucky.

-

It took about a week for you to notice.

You and Steve had been pretty caught up in each other, keeping to yourselves more than usual, but by the time Nat knocked on your apartment door, you had started scheming up a plan to corner Bucky.

With a glass of wine in your hand, you let her in and made your way to the kitchen to pour another.

“Have you talked to Buck lately?” She sounded casual, which you knew meant she was anything but casual.

“I was actually about to invite him over. Why?”

She let out a soft hum, noncommittal, and you eyed her warily.

“What did I do?” you sighed, because she always knew before you did. Always.

“Oh nothing.” It was never nothing.

“Natasha,” you whined, and she repeated your name in the same tone.

“Talk to him,” she ordered, draining the glass in her hands. “Please.”

And it was that whisper as she left your apartment that left you wondering how bad you had fucked up.

-

It was the next day, as Bucky sat on your couch for your usual movie night, that you finally got some kind of answer.

“Hey Buck,” you hedged as you scooted to face him, “how are you?”

He looked like a deer in headlights. “Me? I’m fine.”

“You didn’t come out with us last night.”

“I was tired.”

“Or game night before.”

“Busy.”

“Or to Nat’s last recital.”

“She knows why.”

Fine, if he was going to play stupid, you were going to have to play dirty.

You inched closer to him as he stared straight ahead at the TV, pretending not to notice.

In one quick motion, you tackled him onto the couch, tickling him as you straddled his hips. Since you were little, it was the most surefire way to get what you wanted from him. You couldn’t remember a time it hadn’t worked.

Except the last time you tried it you had been about 13, and now he was much taller and much stronger than you, so it took almost no effort for him to flip the tables, pinning you underneath him instead.

Your chest heaved, out of breath from the small amount of exertion, and when you looked up, Bucky’s face was so close to yours that you could feel his breath fan across your face.

So close you could- no. You were dating Steve. Bucky was your best friend. You were dating Steve.

Still, despite yourself, your eyes flicked to his lips and back up to his eyes, while he was doing the same. Before you could even think to move away, his lips were coming down over yours.

It lasted half a second, a short kiss packed full of emotion.

And then he was all but flying off of you, staggering and mumbling to himself. All you could make out was Steve and sorry, and you tried to make your way towards him, tried to calm him down, but he stayed out of your reach.

“Talk to Steve,” he said finally. “I’m sorry I- just- just talk to Steve. Please.”

And then you were left standing alone in your living room.

-

You paced the length of your apartment, trying to figure out what to do. You wanted to call Natasha, but you needed to talk to Steve first. But this wasn’t a conversation you could have with Steve over the phone. But if you showed up to their frat house, there was a chance you might run into Bucky first.

It took you all of five seconds to decide, and then you were shoving your feet in a pair of shoes and driving towards Steve.

-

There was no one in the living room when you walked in, and you didn’t pass anyone as you walked up the stairs. The house was a ghost town.

Steve was studying when you finally got to his room, and he broke into a smile at the sight of you, only for it to fall when he took in how distraught you looked.

“Baby? What’s wrong?” But something in his tone made you think he already knew.

“Bucky- he- oh Steve, I’m so sorry,” your voice broke, a sob coming through, and you felt sick to your stomach with guilt - not from the kiss, but the fact that you even wanted it.

He held you in his arms, and the guilt racked up even more as he stroked your back gently, whispering that everything would be okay. You didn’t deserve it.

“We were gonna wait to talk to you together. I guess he couldn’t wait.”

And that finally calmed down your tears, confusion settling just beside the pit in your stomach.

“What? What do you mean?” His hand stilled, now timid, and your confusion grew tenfold. “Steve, what do you mean?”

“He, well, we were going to talk to you. About our relationship.”

“Mine and yours?”

“Not exactly.” The voice came from behind you, and you turned to see Bucky there, hands stuffed in the pocket of his hoodie, looking like he didn’t think he belonged there.

But he always belonged with you and Steve.

Oh.

“I’m sorry, honey,” Steve spoke. “I was going to come over in a little bit, so the three of us could… sort things out.”

He sounded unsure, like maybe your reaction had changed his mind, but you shook your head.

“I -” You tried to speak, wanted to explain, but Bucky interrupted her.

“I kissed her.” You felt your face heat, shame coursing through you. “I tried to wait but… you know.”

“I know, Buck.” Steve held his arm out, beckoning him, and the three of you stayed like that, pressed together, and you felt so safe; you wanted to stay there between them forever.

Your boys.

“So,” you pulled back, looking at each of them, “care to explain a little bit?”

Steve tugged you towards the bed, still staying close, and Bucky followed suit. It was like neither of them could bear to stop touching you. 

“Well,” Steve started, “I love you.”

Your breath hitched in your chest at the confession, and then Bucky spoke, “But I love you too. Have since we were 14 and you punch Quentin Beck in the face for making fun of my arm.”

The same arm that was tracing circles on your thigh now, cool metal seeping through denim, and he continued, “I always joked about it, us, because I was scared of losing you. Then I met Steve, and I loved him too.

“Then he met you, and it just seemed like it could be perfect. But I was still scared, then the two of you got together and I thought it was a lost cause.”

“And Bucky was never subtle,” Steve gave Bucky a pointed look, “I mean, the man joked about us being a throuple for the last three years, and it didn’t take me very long to realize he was never fully joking.”

You giggled, despite the tears now welling in your eyes again, and Bucky at least had the good sense to look sheepish. The pieces were falling into place, and it was turning out to be more than you could have ever hoped for.

“Turns out I love you idiots, too.” Their smiles were worth everything. “Now I need both of you to kiss me before I start crying again.”

Bucky placed a gentle kiss on your cheek, then turned your head and enveloped your lips in a kiss so passionate you were sure he could taste the tears now streaming down your face.

Steve wasted no time in turning you towards him and as he kissed you, Bucky placed kisses along your shoulder and neck, and you melted into them.

A bright smile lit the room as they shared a kiss across your body and in that moment, everything felt right.

[thepeachyouhadtopick]

ANYTHING BUT ORDINARY | CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX

The Jackass gang film the 'Spermathon', and Johnny has some news.

First of all I just want to say THANK YOU for your patience with this latest update. I have been battling a lot of very serious health issues since my last update so I haven't been able to write. I'm so glad to get back to it though and I really hope you enjoy this next part.

Some quotes from this chapter are taken directly from the 'Spermathon' skit in Jackass series 3 (I'll link the clip below) and some has been edited to fit the narrative.

CW for memory of emotional abuse, masturbation I guess? (not explicitly but implied)

Taglist: @lizey-thornberry@babybammargera @zolofts (let me know if you want to be added to the taglist!)

“So are you gonna be a naughty nurse or a nice nurse?” Johnny asked as he strolled back into his bedroom with his morning coffee. Ell lifted her head up from her pillow and smirked back at him. She could see from his devilish grin and the sweet dimples on his cheeks that knew she should expect mischief today. “I haven’t decided yet. Depends on how you behave, I guess…” Johnny perched on the edge of the bed next to Ell. It wasn’t like her to still be in bed like this on a morning that they were shooting, especially when it was a skit they had all been so excited about filming. “Everything ok, sunshine? You’re lookin’ a little pale this mornin’,” he noted. Ell groaned slightly as she struggled to look up at him. The light streaming from the window was much too bright for her this morning, and it was only making her feel worse. “I’ve had a pretty bad headache since I woke up,” she grumbled.

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[madaboutmunson]

Again - Part 15

Part 1 | Part 14 | Part 16 | Full list of Again series links

Steddie fic where Steve and Eddie are in their mid 30's and everyone has sort of drifted apart

Notes: This part was originally twice this size, but I found a good point to split it, so maybe the Easter Bunny will bring you an extra treat tomorrow readers :)

Taglist: @adaed5 @grtwdsmwhr @swimmingbirdrunningrock @mightbeasleep, @jewellthebooknerd, @fentiibratzz

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That night Steve dreams.

 Not nightmares, not something he will forget when he wakes, not a troubling memory. 

He dreams. 

It's weird, vibrant and makes no sense, but when he rouses, he smiles before he even opens his eyes. As suspected, his one arm is in-between numbness and pins and needles, but to his delight, he can still feel Eddie's warmth against it. He can also feel that the covers have been thrown off, probably due to the heat generated between them snuggled up in the heat of a summer night. Though he notes they aren't exactly as they were, Eddie is further away. No longer against Steve's chest but still in his arms. His hands are not in their homes, but he wonders if he can snuggle over there and put them back where they belong. He wishes he could bottle that moment from last night, when things felt right, when everything just fell into place, when a flurry of memories returned to him, and get drunk on it forever. He dares to open one eye to see if a replay is on the cards, but the first thing he sees is Eddie looking right back at him. 

"Mornin' Handsome," Eddie says quietly before brushing some hair from Steve's eyes and tucking it behind his ear. He should feel disappointed, right? Eddie, thwarting his plans like this, but somehow this was even better. It makes Steve feel unusual. Steve should hate this, feeling vulnerable, soft and small. And under any other circumstances, he would, but he relishes it rightly or wrongly under Eddie's hand. "Sleep, ok?" Steve sleepily nods in reply, wondering how long Eddie has been watching him, and sends him a dopey smile before the throbbing in his head starts. He sucks in a breath and raises his hand to his eye in pain, "Ah, there it is, hangover kicking in now? Right?" Eddie chuckles and then raises a hand to his own head, making them both laugh more, pulling pained groans from them.

"Once I regain some feeling in my arm. I can make us some coffee and breakfast. That ok, or do you have plans?" Steve says quietly, trying to flex his fingers to get the feeling flowing to them again.

"No plans, and even if I did have some, I don't have them now. So consider them cancelled" He smirks and then suddenly arches his body away from the mattress, "Hey! Stop that", Eddie giggles. It takes a moment to register what has happened.

"Oh my god! Are you still ticklish?" Steve exclaims, immediately regretting his loudness.

"No!" Eddie defends unconvincingly.

"Oh, so if you aren't ticklish, you won't mind if I do this then?" Steve quickly brushes his fingertips against Eddie's ribs and sides, trying to find where the spot was, and soon Eddie is trying to wriggle away, in-between fits of laughter.

The way Eddie moves under his fingers teamed with how his face is all scrunched up in laughter and annoyance, makes Steve's brain do that channel flip thing, but this time it's a rapid repeated switch back and forth. One channel is now, the other, Eddie has his long hair, and it's dark where they are, but Steve just about makes out the bedding. It's his own old room. The fact that this has happened before urges Steve on, almost like he's trying to draw out more memories through it. With this new revelation, a new set of questions fall into Steve's mind. So far, he'd only really remembered them at Eddie's place or the food truck, and although he doesn't remember heaps, the feelings he gets when his mind sends him back to The Munson's trailer are of belonging and homely. Why would they have been in his shell of a house? Were they just giving Wayne a break? Nothing could have happened before. Eddie had said last night that was their first kiss, but that memory feels…dangerous? Maybe something almost happened? 

"OK, OK! Thats enough! You should stop before I make you stop!" Eddie says, giggling, trying to catch his breath and as his attempt to escape is intercepted, he falls back down onto the bed, and Steve's tickling becomes merciless as he looms over him from the side.  Looking down on Eddie like this, laughter spilling out of him, his dimples deeply puncturing his cheeks as the corners of his eyes crease, Steve feels alive. He hasn't felt this sort of playfulness in such a long time, not since the kids were little, and in response, Steve is laughing back despite the pain. Not in that reserved way he usually does. It's free from any rules or responsibilities. Steve pauses briefly to allow Eddie to catch his breath, but as soon as he does, Steve starts again. If you keep going, maybe something else will come back. But all he can see is the channel flip between two slightly different-looking Eddies reacting nearly the same way.

"Make me," he sasses back at Eddie, who is now gasping for air between laughs and squirms.  For a second, Steve feels like he should relent. He's had his fun, but before he can make that decision, Eddie sits up rapidly and kisses him, causing the tickle machine to completely short-circuit and become a puddle of a person. Ho-ly shit, that felt amazing. He blinks himself back into his body and says with a laugh, "Well, that'll do it". He sits back on his heels, his hands gently rendered still by Eddie's sneak attack. Eddie sits up precisely the same way in his memory, but it results in an accidental head butt, making Steve smile broadly. Thank you, Eddie. He could feel how badly he'd wanted that moment to have been what just happened now. He blinks slowly at Eddie in a haze. Last night was their first kiss, but maybe it wasn't the first attempt at one.

"I guess on the surprise kiss front, that makes us even, Steven," Eddie smirks up at him from his relaxed pose of leaning back on his elbows, looking up at him. His already deeply rich eyes are made darker still by his dilated pupils, and something about his stare and the memory makes Steve want to say something. Something you shouldn't say after one date, or one sleepover or behind a food truck. Something that Steve's brain knows is too much, but his heart screams it over and over. Corey was right. He had lost his mind over someone. To save himself and the fragile new thing they have, he looks away, slides off his side of the bed, and opens the drawer to find a fresh t-shirt to head downstairs in when he feels something hit his back. He turns around and picks up Eddie's t-shirt from last night on the floor.

"The sooner you get a tee on, the sooner I get my coffee and pancakes, right?" Eddie says, his eyes trailing over Steve before he tucks his bottom lip into his mouth. Steve holds up the t-shirt in his hand, and Eddie nods at him. Steve opens up the shirt and takes a look at it. Slayer. He rolls his eyes and puts it on. He already knew it would be a tight fight because of the size difference these days, but his insecurity is short-lived because the way Eddie looks at him when Steve gives him a twirl once it's on makes it worth it. "Mmhmm, you can keep that one, I think. Looks good on you." he roughly rasps.

"Thanks," he replies, maybe a little too quickly, because he needs to focus on breakfast and not swoon over the way he's being observed right now, and his eyes drop to the lower t-shirt hem he's trying to fight to be a little longer but it just springs back up partially exposing the soft, squishy, roundness of his tummy "Anyway I didn't say breakfast was gonna be pancakes," Steve says in a confused realisation.

Eddie cheekily smiles at him, and feline-like stretches fully out on the large bed with a wriggle before putting his hands behind his head, and Steve can't stop his eyes from tracing over his entire form. He was glorious to behold. "But it's gonna be pancakes now, right, babe?" He says with an innocent pout and that all-too-familiar batting of eyelashes. Steve had automatically been trying to recall a recipe for pancakes since Eddie first said the word, but he has to at least pretend to make a stand.

"Ok, pancakes. One time. This," Steve puts one hand on his hip, the other he points a finger and circles over Eddie,” won't work on me forever, you know", and he walks out towards the stairs.

"You keep telling yourself that, sugar!" Eddie shouts after him, immediately followed by a groan of pain, making Steve smile and shake his head.

Sometime later, when the last two pancakes are cooking in the pan, Steve hears the thunder of Eddie rushing down the stairs and into the kitchen before he bumps straight into the back of him, arms shooting around his waist, hands stroking gently at his torso and his chin resting on his shoulder, observing, "Want me to set the table?" Eddie asks, pressing a kiss to Steve's cheek with a loud smacking sound, but it is quickly followed up with a much softer one that attacks Steve’s central system with a roundhouse kick so hard it makes Steve think he might be making pancakes for breakfast for the rest of his life.

"Do you remember where everything is?" Steve says, surprised, once the English language comes back to him.

"Maybe, we'll find out, I guess." Eddie squeezes him and begins opening the cupboards until he finds the plates, cutlery, glasses, cups and painkillers.

"Almost had it", Steve smiles, putting the pancakes between them. A quick glance over, and Steve can see that Eddie has opted for no shirt at the breakfast table, which really should raise a complaint from Steve, but weirdly he can't think of a single good reason why Eddie should be dressed at the table.

"No way, man. These are all the things we used last time. I'm sure it is." Eddie says, his brow slightly creasing in frustration.

"Well, in fairness, I didn't tell you, but when guests aren't here, we don't use these", Steve points at the identical-looking mugs.

"So what do we use?" Eddie asks curiously.

"More personal ones." Steve pulls out his mug with the two little hand prints on. "I hope you don't mind. I got you one for here. It's just a placeholder until you get your own," he says modestly.

"Hmmm, let me see it," Eddie says pleasantly, with a hint of excitement.

Steve pulls out a simple white mug, and the text printed in big block letters says, Don't ask me. I'm new here and hands it over to Eddie. He reads it aloud, smiles hugely, and looks up at him, "Thank you", he says softly. I love you, Steve’s brain replies. The rest of Steve is quickly scanning Eddie’s face to ensure he hasn't spoken it aloud, and luckily it appears it was just a thought. Come on, Steve, just be normal and keep it together.

"I was a bit worried it was too soon, you know, but whatever happens, you aren't just a guest in my home. You're more than that, you know?" Steve tries to explain to remove any pressure that might be implied by the gift. After all, he had purchased it before they had kissed, and Eddie was smart enough to work that out.

"I wish you wouldn't worry so much. It's a mug, babe, and it's a cute gesture." Eddie puts the mug on the table and turns it around so the text faces him. "The things you do for me make me feel good, ok? I don't wanna keep dragging up the past, but I just want you to know I was never scared of you. I was scared of the world outside of us, how they'd see us. How they'd treat us. But that's different now." He smiles and looks reassuringly at Steve, " So, If you feel like doing something for me, do it. If you feel like throwing your arms around me, absolutely do. If I'm bent over, and you wanna give my ass a smack, go for it. If you want me, then pull me to you. If you want to say something to me, say it. If you want to ask me something, ask me." As Eddie lists situations, his hands gesture between the two of them like he's winding an invisible thread, pulling Steve in closer with each one, "I meant what I said last night in the restaurant. I know I'd had a few, but I'm not running this time. I promise." Eddie searches Steve's eyes with a gentle smile, "I know what I did was wrong, but if I hadn't, you wouldn't have your family. We wouldn't be where we are now. What I'm trying to say is none of these things are too soon or scary to me. If anything, they are way overdue, and I gotta tell you the fees are sky high!" he leans over the table and talks behind the back of his hand to Steve, "Nothin' a little negotiation couldn't work around though" He winks at Steve with a big smile, weaving his comforting magic with his humour. How did I get this lucky? Steve muses.

"I'll start the proceedings, shall I?" Eddie says, leaning back in his chair as Steve brings the coffee pot over.

“Proceedings?” Steve laughs, “What do you mean?”

“Well, Steve, if memory serves, unless a lot has changed, I recall that we are both creatures that enjoy words of affirmation. I find that fairly easy, and maybe that’ll get you to loosen up a little, you know, not be so worried about doing nice things?” Eddie says, rocking on the chair's back legs, one hand at the back of his neck, elbow pointed out to the side as his eyes repeatedly move over Steve.

“Look, it’s fine; I’ll get used to it, just you know. I’m a bit rusty and nervous, that's all,” Steve laughs, a little embarrassed that Eddie had to remind him what being in a relationship was like.

“Wrong. The man that shot across that table to kiss me and reassured me in his hands, is not rusty. The man that made me leave my corporeal form, then danced with me and held me close all night, is not nervous.” Eddie says, eyebrows bunched together and raised in compassion, “He just lacks confidence, and he has no business having no confidence. He’s beautiful, charming, intelligent, funny, a full-blown adult who runs his own home and business, he’s a great dad, and did I mention how fuckin’ smokin’ hot he is?” Eddie counts his statements by raising his fingers on his free hand and starting over when he runs out, but his eyes are on Steve the entire time, looking at him, looking in him and through him. Steve looks away bashfully for a second and then focuses back on Eddie.

“Well, thank you. That's very kind of you to say. You are also-” Steve starts to say before Eddie interrupts him.

 "Ah-ah-ah, Steve.” Eddie wags a finger at Steve. “That was not my compliment for you. Generalised ones are for wimps. I was merely laying the groundwork, reminding you of things you've probably been told before that you, from that look, I’m guessing you've talked yourself out of believing already. So this is your compliment” Eddie smiles over at him and takes a deep breath, “You look sexy as hell in my t-shirt. I don't know if it's a territory thing or because your body is outta this world, but it's working for me."

"You think my body I'd outta this world?" Steve says with a laugh.

"Yes! I do! It's yours, and that makes it incredibly spectacular to me. Also, if you insult my boyfriend one more time with your little comments, I'm gonna have to beat your ass, ok? And not in a good way. Also, yes, I've said it, boyfriend. You are my boyfriend unless you have any objections?" Eddie enthuses, making Steve laugh.

"No objections", Steve smiles, pouring Eddie's coffee and then his own. There is a small silence, and Steve thinks about upstairs and everything Eddie has just said. "You know earlier when you kissed me and were laid back on the bed?"

"Uh-huh," Eddie encourages with a smile on his face.

"You looked so, like, happy, and it was beautiful, and I was kinda slowly coming back down to earth, you know, after you mouth ambushed me, and I felt like…" Steve trails off, a little unsure. Eddie stops eating and sends a sultry smile over to Steve.

"...and you felt like what" he purrs softly, and Steve gets pulled into his hypnotic eyes again and reaches across the table to hold Eddie's hands. It feels like time slows down. Steve knows that once he says the next thing, he can't take it back. He's afraid of history repeating itself, but Eddie had just told him it wasn't what Steve said that made him run. However, Steve tries to take in as many small details as possible in case it does. The way Eddie's fingertips are slightly rougher on one hand than the other. This early in the morning, his top lip is fuller than average. That one curl at the side that rebels against the rest. The curve that glides effortlessly from his shoulder up his neck when he tilts his head quizzically like this. Until a squeeze of his hand speeds time back up again. His eyes snap to Eddie's again, and he lets out a slow, quiet breath to calm himself.

"I felt like telling you how much I love you," Steve says with a hard gulp. Eddie's eyebrows push together at the centre of his brow, and Steve feels his hands tremble within his own. Fuck this is clearly not what Eddie was expecting him to say. Goddamn it, Steve, can't you keep your lunacy to yourself?

"You love me?" He repeats back so very quietly in disbelief that if it wasn’t for the deafening silence they were sitting in, Steve might not have even heard it. His eyes move around like they are analysing Steve for lies, or maybe this is a joke.

"I know it sounds dumb, but it's all I wanna tell you over and over, Eddie, and it's stupid because I don't know this new you, and you don't know me totally either, but that's how I feel. That's the truth. It feels like the words are constantly on the tip of my tongue or like they're branded under my skin, trying to burn their way out. I look at you, and that's the first phrase that comes into my head. I don't need you to say it back. I just wanted to be honest," Steve doubles down nervously.

"After what I did?" Eddie asks, his voice cracking a little as he speaks.

"I care about you. I don't care about what you did 15 years ago when you were afraid. But, like outside looking in, with just a list of facts, I know my feelings don't add up. Honestly, I'd be concerned if someone told me they felt like this so quickly." Steve laughs a little, he knows it all must sound so weird, but he is desperate for Eddie to understand. 

Steve realises that if he was a better human being, he might be more cautious. Perhaps he'd think about some of the things Eddie had done and how they affected people like Alice, but honestly, the fate of a stranger did not compare to Eddie. It did not compare to having this colossal love back in his life. It was selfish. He knows that, but he can't help himself. "You left, and yeah, I wallowed, distracted myself, and put my love into something else because it had to go somewhere. I did and do love, Jenny. I'm not negating that in any way. I just don't know how to explain it. This is so different. It's like it's been waiting this whole time, and it feels so urgent." Steve releases Eddie's hands and gestures between them both. Eddie shifts awkwardly in his seat, pushing around the silverware next to his plate.

"Objectively, I would think you're insane. If you told me this about someone you were dating, I'd definitely be telling you to slow down," Eddie quietly and carefully speaks, as Steve smiles back, trying to hide his disappointment. He knew it was too soon to say. He didn't need Eddie to say it back. He just wanted to be able to say it without the worry of it scaring him. Eddie's brow creases in a sort of anguished look, and Steve braces himself for rejection. "But I can't look at this objectively, Steve. I can't do that because even though I tried, even when I was in the rapture of infatuation with other people. I never forgot you. Even though I knew there was no chance of us being together, you're the only person I've ever loved that loved me back. And since the day I found that out, I didn't have a heart to give to anyone else. It's always been yours, Steve. But I don't feel like I deserve to love or be loved by you after what I did to you." Steve just stares at him for a moment, it's not what he had expected Eddie to say in the sobering lights of the morning, but now he has that small hope. Steve is eager to protect it and reassure him.

"I don't have to say it ever again if it makes you uncomfortable. I just want you to know that I do. I don't need to tell you how you went about some things wrong, Eddie. You know that. I don't need to keep reminding you of it. I feel like this, knowing all of that. Christ, I don't know what you'd have to do to make me not feel this way. I don't even want to think about it" He says it as a light-hearted joke, but he had thought about how when that paper mache dragon head was removed, all that pain vanished like he could forgive him almost anything to have him back.

"I just need a little time, that's all. I do feel like that about you, but saying it…I don't want it to be said without sincerity, and right now, I don't think someone like me should be allowed to love someone like you. I've been so twisted, cruel and bitter, and you're so…well…perfect. But I swear, Steve, you don't have to doubt how I feel about you, not for a second, not ever." Eddie says, and Steve can see that he's trying his best.

"Maybe if the words are hard, you can just show me? Like that list you gave earlier," Steve clutches at all the tiny fragments of this thing, trying to piece it together and smiles encouragingly. He knows it all fits perfectly. He just can't figure out how to show Eddie it will work quickly enough. Finally, Eddie's eyes raise to his with a huff of a laugh.

"What anytime I like? Are you sure about that?" A smile starts to form on one side of Eddie's mouth as his eyes glance between the table and Steve.

"Never been more sure about something. Maybe keep it PG in front of the kids, though?" Steve laughs, and it's working. His smile widens. It's not long before Eddie pulls him out of his seat and into his lap. "What are you doing?" Steve chuckles but puts up no resistance.

"Showing you", Eddie smiles, feeding Steve some syrup-soaked pancake with one hand whilst the other is wrapped around him. Steve goes to wipe the bit of syrup that escapes the corner of his mouth, but Eddie is already kissing it off him, making Steve blush, and in turn, Eddie chuckles lowly, "Oh yeah, now this. This I could get used to this"

[yuuniee]

🐍 إلى مفتاح قلوبنا 🧵

(To The Owner Of My Heart)

A/N: A happy (VERY VERY late) birthday to Jamil, and happy meal for Desert Puppeteer enjoyers even though it’s a bit short. Enjoy your meal and don’t forget to chew a lot and swallow~ (/j)

Taglist: @ameleii @achy-boo

It was the time where the birds would chirp together, golden and red leaves slowly fall from trees. It was truly a relaxing day for everyone.

...Except for one person.

Farah, who had been working at Sam’s Mystery Shop to make enough money for the limited edition matching keychains and the mixer as to replace the broken one, was sleeping there on the floor in a sleeping bag. Needless to say, he was surprised to see that the little imp was sleeping on the floor, or so he calls her.

He poked her cheek to wake her up, causing her to get startled.

“Oh, I didn’t know you were this desperate to get something, Li’l Miss Farah!” He asked her with a smile.

“Mmh...” She rubbed her eye and sat up like a worm. “Good mornin’, Mr. Sam.”

After the realization dawned on her, she immediately unzipped the sleeping bag and got out of it.

“I-I’m sorry! I was planning to go back to my dorm after cleaning up here but... I think I forgot to actually go...” Her cheeks visibly flushed as she mentally facepalmed herself.

As a response, he chuckled.

“Working overtime here has actually tired you out, hm?” The shop owner said while turning on the lights.

“...A bit. Nothing I can’t handle.” She dryly replied, steeling her nerves at anything that he might say or do.

“Could it be..? Are you working to get a gift for someone special?” He raised an eyebrow with a smirk.

“Yes-- No! I-I mean...” She looked away in embarrassment.

“It’s OK, don’t worry! Now come on, we have to prepare the Mystery Shop for the day!”

After she dusted herself off, she sat up and helped Sam prepare the shop and headed to the school like nothing happened.

—

As Farah was done with her shift for the day, she lightly tapped on Sam’s shoulder.

“Mr. Sam, I’ve been saving a lot of money for a while, and I would like to buy some stuff if that’s alright with you.”

“Oh, what is it?” He politely asked, to which resulted in Farah walking over and point at a couple of things.

“These keychains and that mixer...” She replied, “About a month ago, one of the mixers in my dorm broke down because of some idiot who thought it’d be a good idea to mix a hardened dough with it... So I worked here in order to get a new one while using other dorms’ mixers. I didn’t wanna trouble anyone with it, so I worked hard to replace it myself.”

“I see, so that was why you’ve been insisting on taking night shifts as well...”

She nodded as she handed him the money.

“May I buy them?” She asked with a serious stare before looking away. “...Please?”

The young man smiled and put a hand over her shoulder.

“Of course, go ahead!” He winked as the Scarabian before him was left stunned.

“Okay, Mr. Sam.” Her face brightened up while she carried the things she bought carefully to the next place she’ll go.

—

As Farah was done with her shift in Mystery Shop, she got back to her dorm with a huge box in her arms. It was sloppily wrapped, but ready to be given to the birthday boy.

She looked around the crowd to search for her beloved. After a while, she spotted the all-too-familiar feather accessory and moved towards it while muttering ‘excuse me’s, politely asking others to let her through. It wasn’t too long before she managed to reach to him.

“Albi?” His face visibly brightened up when he saw her face, “I am glad you made it. You told me that you were going to be really busy this week.”

She smirked and placed the box next to the table.

“I wouldn’t want to miss this special occasion to give something nice to someone I cherish this much.” She replied and hugged him, “Happy birthday, habibi... May it be full of joy and happiness for you.”

The vice leader simply chuckled and brushed her hair off, then kissed her in the forehead.

“Thank you, my dear.” Then he cupped her face and kissed her on the cheek.

She held his hand and leaned in to kiss him, causing his cheeks to flush in embarrassment. Then she whispered in his ear with a grin.

“I loooooove you~”

Then giggled despite the young man glaring daggers at her.

“Do you really have to do this every time we are in public?!” He elbowed her while turning his flushed face away. Farah playfully hummed in response and kissed his cheek while carrying the second box to the kitchen.

When she arrived there, she quietly made her way to where the broken mixer was and her eyes widened in shock. Because it was already replaced with a brand new one. The creaking of the door instantly snapped her out of the thoughts rushing in her head.

“I knew you were doing something to replace it.” The familiar voice of the birthday boy was heard. “I already told Kalim the next day that it was broken, and we already found the culprit and he had gotten suspended...”

She slowly lowered her head in defeat, but instantly flashed a smile.

“Whoops. Looks like I got caught, huh?” She sheepishly said, rubbing her neck. “Can’t expect anything to miss from your sight actually...”

Jamil sighed and shook his head.

“You needn’t have to work so much, you could’ve just told Kalim or me.” He said, voice laced with pure concern, frowning at the sight of her tired face. “If you need to rest, then you can. I don’t mind.”

“Says you, the king of overworkers.” She rolled her eyes with a scowl appearing on her face right after, “You always work so much until you get exhausted. And just so you know, I really hate to see you this way.”

“But you know about my duty Farah...” He replied.

“Of course, of course... But...” She closed her eyes and trailed off. Then the sound of his footsteps coming closer to her became louder until he was right in front of her. He brought a hand over her cheek and touched it.

“I very much understand your concern about me and my well-being, my jewel. I find it quite endearing.” His gaze met hers, “At least I got to rest today. The students were the ones that arranged everything for the party.”

The girl tilted her head, some of her short, midnight blue strands falling on her face. Just for a moment, she wanted to hold him. She awkwardly opened her arms for him for a hug, and she felt her lover’s embrace after a few seconds.

“Jamil...” She muttered, “I need to tell you something.”

He looked at her with his concerned look returning again.

“Ever since we started dating, I haven’t been able to say this out loud but... I really hope I showed it...” She pressed her lips together and exhaled, “I love you so much, maybe even more than you think I do.”

“You did.” He responded shortly, “I can see it well. But just don’t do it in public.”

She tilted her head again.

“Why? Only stuff I do is hugs and kisses.”

“It’s embarrassing...” He said with his cheeks flushing, turning into a slight shade of crimson color.

“I find it pretty cute though.” She grinned while wrapping her arms around his neck. “Very cute for a man who would cause some ladies to pass out with a single look...”

“Is that so?” He raised an eyebrow and grinned back at her. “Then prove it, Albi.”

“Well...” She said and kissed him on the lips while touching his cheek. Then she broke off the kiss and cupped his other cheek with her free hand. “Who wouldn’t fall for someone with beautiful eyes that looks like a pair of obsidian, glistening lips, handsome face... Augh! ...Y-you do get what I mean, right?”

His laughed and gently stroked her cheek with another smirk.

“Of course I do.” He replied to Farah who was too flustered to speak at the moment. After composing herself, she held his hand and looked away for a second, then looked at him in the eye again.

“Say, Jamil... Would you like to go back to the party together? I-I’ll be there, next to you, holding your hand like this...” She gave his hand a gentle yet firm squeeze.

“I’d be delighted to.” He replied and swept her messy bangs, then kissed her forehead, letting his lips linger longer than his usual pecks.

“T-then let’s go, okay?” She mumbled and walked out of kitchen to the party venue while holding his hand. Then she looked back at him, gave him a slight smile and mouthed a quick ‘I love you so much, Jamil Viper’.

‘Perhaps this is the best birthday I’ve ever had thus far...’ He thought to himself while they were walking. When they arrived, he felt her thumb brush against his hand looked at her. Then he noticed her smiling at him as well.

“I love you too, my dearest.” He said while leaning into her ear, causing her to get flustered again.

“You’re lucky it’s your birthday...” She said while turning to her front.

“With you being the best present?”

“Maybe...”

He leaned again and kissed her on the cheek too, then whispered.

“Then I am glad to have such a good present being given to me...” He said while sitting on a pillow.

She lightly smacked his shoulder while sitting on the pillow next to his. But then she laid her head on his shoulder and hugged his arm.

“...Again, happy birthday Jamil...” She muttered. “May it be the best year for you.”

“Thank you, my dearest.” He replied and laid his head on top of hers.

As they sat together, Jamil closed his eyes and quietly wondered what will the next year bring to him. Then he looked at Farah and smiled.

‘This year brought me a miracle... Next year, who knows?’

Then he closed his eyes again and intertwined his fingers with hers, letting himself relax just for this moment. Even it was fleeting, he secretly wished moments like this with her would last forever.

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Prom Date

Me: *listens to Prom Dress by Mxmtoon* ...Ah, time to write a fic.

Summery: Logan’s at prom. Alone. Roman’s gonna fix that whether Logan likes it or not. 

Ships: Platonic all around basically, w/ emphasis on the platonic Logince & miss-it-if-you-blink implied pining Dukeceit. (It’s not like, shippy-shippy, but there’s some mild flirtation & talk of crushes.... if you’d like, please feel free to imagine that it turns into Analogince or LAMP eventually, because that’d be where it would headed. >w<)

Warnings: Um, being lonely? Hh, Remus is an absolute dork who intends to do a prank?? ....idk man, I think it turned away from the key inspiration a bit and turned fairly cute for the most part.

Words: 1751

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The clouds were a hazy orange as dusk fell over the courtyard. The air was brisk and cool now. The muggy heat of summer only just at its start.

Logan tugged at his tie, adjusting it for what must’ve been the hundredth time this night. Half his suit was borrowed, the blazer a different shade of black from his slacks. Awkwardly tight across his shoulders and chest.

Music was blaring at a level that was certainly harmful to one’s hearing. If he could hear it from out here, the doors closed, it must be absolutely deafening inside. How could anyone hear themselves in there? Logan was clearly much saner than the rest of the crowd for having migrated outside.

Logan let out a huff, fixing his hair back. (For perhaps the 15th time tonight. Surely it was messier now than before he began fixing it back). 

Prom.

Boring when you’ve got nobody to go with.

He glanced back towards the inside of the building, lights flashing and dizzying. Shadows of people dancing- having fun. He turned his head to look at the early stars of the night. This was stupid. He didn’t like the social climate of traditional high school, why would he ever agree to go to their prom?

That was the thing, wasn’t it? It was Their prom. He was just an intruder none of these people had seen since middle school. He groaned and leaned his head against the wall. God even the wall was vibrating from the music. How could any of them stand it?

The music was briefly allowed outside as the door opened, and Logan sat up, excuses ready on his tongue if it was a chaperone who was supposed to keep them inside.

Instead it was an individual he didn’t recognize. (however, Logan was rather confident that the groups he once knew were busy with their prom.) 

Their attire was… interesting. Possibly homemade, now that he inspected the shimmering golden embroidery, swirling on the draped skirt swishing around their ankles and the dress shirt cuffs. The mostly white outfit was accented with a red vest peeking out from under the unbuttoned white blazer. A corsage that nearly held the whole rainbow in flowers was tied around their wrist in a way that only half-worked with the ensemble. Eccentric. That was the word for it.

They swore under their breath, glancing back through the windows as if searching for someone… that they were avoiding. 

They finally glanced at Logan, blinking rapidly. “Oh.” 

A polite smile flickered across Logan’s face, although he was rather more inclined to ask them why they were so inclined to interrupt his silence, he uttered a polite, “Hello.”

“How long have you been out here?” The individual opted to ask, pleasantries apparently the least of their problems. 

“Approximately 30 minutes,” Logan responded, pushing his hair back and adjusting his glasses, he glanced back through the window, “Why did you come out here?”

They sighed so heavily Logan was mildly concerned they had expelled the entirety of their lung’s capacity. “I needed an escape from my brother.” They gestured at the bench Logan had taken to himself, and he shifted so they could sit next to him.

“What about you, what’ve you been doing out here for the past 30ish minutes?”

“Um. Thinking, I suppose.” Logan gestured towards the building, “It’s loud.”

“Is it?” The individual tilted their head, “Must be used to it.” They leaned back on their palms, glancing at Logan, green eyes examining every inch of Logan’s face. “Have I seen you around before?”

“Unlikely,” Logan huffed, “I’m Homeschooled.”

They hummed, “Nah, I think I know you from somewhere- I’m good with faces- admittedly bad with names- but!” they gestured to the whole of Logan’s face, “Good with faces!” 

“Ah, so I assume that’s why you never mentioned your name then?” 

“Oh! I’m Roman-” they-Roman, threw out a hand and Logan glanced them over before accepting the hand.

“Logan. He/him pronouns.”

“Oh, frick, pronouns are a thing-” Logan laughed, taking his hand back to cover his smile. Roman let out a gasp, “Hey, don’t hide that shining smile, it just made you 5% cuter!”

Logan quirked a brow, “Only 5%?”

“Well, you were already cute, and I need to give all the rest of your features a percentage of the pie.”

“That’s not how percentages work in that context; but, I’ll take it. Clearly the classic brick and mortar schooling system has done you a disservice.”

“Who doesn’t it do a disservice to?” Roman scoffed.

Logan shrugged, eyes flickering over the other, “Returning to the previous topic of introductions, pronouns?”

Roman glanced over Logan, smiling a little lopsided- Logan might presume they were a little nervous if he was confident at all at understanding emotions. “They/them is preferable.”

“Perfect, thank you.” Roman’s smile grew. A small silence followed. A timid space where each of them were searching for something to say. 

Roman’s eyes lit up, “Oh, wait, Logan-”

“Yes, that is indeed my name.”

“Logan Sanders?”

“That is the other half of my name-” Logan tilted his head, raising a brow.

“You’re that mysterious nerd who dominated the debate club in like, 8th grade, aren’t you! Virgil complained about you a whole year, and then complained about another two years after you dropped.” 

Logan glanced up at the stars, taking a breath of the cold air. “I, hadn’t considered anybody would have- cared enough when I stopped.”

Roman laughed, “To be honest, I think he had a tiny crush.” Roman’s nose crinkled up when they smiled, bright and wide, “I can see the appeal.”

A soft “Oh” is all that left Logan’s lips, feeling the hint of warmth rush to his face. Out of embarrassment or from the compliment he wasn’t entirely sure.

The music intruded on the quiet space again. “Excuse me, but shouldn’t you two be inside?”

Roman spun, eyes wide. They clutched their chest, and laughed, bright and boisterous, “Pat! You scared me!”

Patton raised his hands, “What? You’re not supposed to be outside, you’ll get in trouble!” 

“Well there’s hardly anything they can do at this point. We’re graduating soon. It’s not as if we’re doing anything wrong in of itself, and I don’t even go here-”

“Ohmygods he doesn’t even go here,” Roman whispered.

“I have no idea why you found that amusing, it is simply true.”

“Well it’s cold out here- oh and Remus is looking for you, said he needed you to help him with something?”

“He wants me to help him slime the prom royalty because he likes the Prom King and doesn’t know how to deal with it.”

Patton glanced back through the doorway, “Oh geez-”

“He can’t do it without me, I hid the slime and I doubt he’ll be able to scavenge more unless he gets real creative. He might dump water on them though and somehow blame me when he gets in trouble. Virgil’s supposed to be watching him anyway.”

“Still!” Patton squealed, promptly turning heel, to, Logan assumed, find one or more of the involved parties.

Logan’s eyes flickered over the door as it shut again, and he curled his legs against his chest.

Roman leaned back again, eyes looking up to the sky. “Have you had a chance to dance yet?”

Logan shook his head, “Again, homeschooled, loud. Not- This isn’t my usual scene.”

They nodded, “What’s the usual scene then?”

A far away look fell over Logan’s features, inspecting the stars. “I don’t think I really have one.”

Roman huffed, “You’re starting to sound like Virge. You two would get along, I think.”

Logan practically whispered in response, “A bit late to be making highschool friends.” A laugh bit through the quiet. Logan turned to glance over at them, “Did I say something amusing?”

“Sorry, it’s just- Better late than never, sometimes, right?”

“Well it’s bound to fail after we go to college, as most relationships do when stressed by a decrease of face to face communication and communication overall.”

“Mm, sounds like somebody’s just scared.”

Logan turned sharply to stare at the eccentrically dressed teen, leveling a glare.

Roman tilted their head, a melancholy smile flickering on their face. “Can’t lose a friend if you don’t try to keep one, right?”

Logan folded his arms, he glared at the corsage rather than Roman’s face. With all it’s paled, mismatched colors- Logan considered the possibility that it too, was homemade. And maybe that was part of the charm.

“I get it. I even actively pushed people away sometimes. 10th grade was rough, ok?” Roman laughed, “Look, I know I don’t know you, and you don’t know me, but, I would very much like to try to be your friend. Even if for a summer.” 

“That’s stupid.” Logan grumbled.

“Eh, stupid is fun though. Remus is stupid 24-7, and he’s the happiest guy I’ve ever met. He’s absolutely terrible and I want to defenestrate him, but my point stands.” 

Logan kicked at the ground, and sighed, “I’m- not amazing at friendships. I don’t understand people. And I’m exceptionally unpracticed at social interaction.”

“Perfect, we like ourselves some terrible social interaction. Adds some flavor, can’t bake a cake without the salt and awkwardness!” Roman smirked.

“I’m quite sure you can bake a cake without awkwardness. And also probably salt, given you replace it with another ingredient that fulfils the role of salt-.”

“God, you and Virgil are gonna get along perfectly-” Roman muttered in a way that Logan was unsure if he was meant to hear or not.

Roman abruptly stood, and held out their hand, “Anygay. May I perhaps have this dance? It is prom, you gotta dance at least once. If not for yourself, then to tell your parents that you did.”

Logan scoffed, “That’s true. At least to tell my parents I did.” 

Roman smiled, bright and wide and a little lopsided. Logan stood, brushed off his jacket and straightened his tie. He took Roman’s hand and smiled in return, gentle and soft and a little awkward. And in a fashion fairly similar to the rush that was their entrance, Roman pulled Logan back into the blare of music. It was loud, and probably still too loud for the safety of one’s ears, but it wasn’t quite as intimidating as it had been before.

Prom. Boring when you’ve got nobody to go with. 

And there would never be another dance where Logan had to go alone again. That was for sure.

[dr4kenlvr]

𝙬𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙪𝙥 𝙣𝙚𝙭𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙤𝙠𝙮𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙗𝙤𝙮𝙨

a/n: i did these with the aot scouts and warriors. these are fun to write and i want to wake up next to draken okay anyways enjoy please

part 1 / part 2 / …

MIKEY: he wakes up with no knowledge of what time or day of the week it is. is a complete baby in the morning and can't seem to function properly. you're more than likely to be up before him, so it's up to you to now wake him up. resembles a cat when he whines "mm no baby, 5 more.. more minutes." and pushes his face into your neck before he starts to snore again. he's more than likely to be clingling onto you too. when he finally gets up, his hair will be a mess and his eyes will barely open. often tells you that the only way to wake him up is with a kiss (pls give him one).

DRAKEN: (this is all i want in life) you awake to the feeling of two protective arms wrapped tightly around you. draken does this every night, unconsiously or not— you're going to wake up to his arms around you and his chin propped atop your head. sometimes he wakes first, if so, he'll be careful when manuvering himself to not distract you. when he feels like you two should get up, he tends to rub gentle circles on your skin to coax you up. gruff "'mornin"s and soft "sleep well hm?"s. loves loves loves seeing you in the morning, thinks you look amazing despite your futile protests.

BAJI: this guy snores like a father and always has his leg thrown over your stomach no matter what position he fell asleep in, so yeah, you're waking up first. he likes to sleep with your head on top of his arm, so he can wrap it around you. that way, you can't leave or else "you'll wake me up, and that's like dangerous territory babe." he's such a dork i hate him. despite his hold on you, you're able to turn your face over to face him; peppering kisses over his jaw and cheeks until he groggily wakes. "nngh, hu-h? what? oh, well good morning to you too," - before he grabs your face and kisses you right back (makes fun of your morning breath ok bye next)

CHIFUYU: i feel like he sleeps the most normal of them all. so it varies who wakes first between you two: sometimes him, sometimes you, sometimes simultaneously. and unlike baji, he's quite modest with sleeping positions so you won't wake up with a massive weight on top of you. instead, you'll stir from the prickling sensation of peke j rubbing his fur all over you and chifuyu. "shit peke j stop! y/n's still sleeping!" cue chifuyu climbing over you to get peke j on his side, thus waking you up in the process. "ah shit, sorry.." but he gives you a sweet good morning kiss to make up for it. rest assured he's too cute, you could never be mad at him for long.

TAKEMITCHI: baji 2.0 LMAO he sleeps like a rock too. when you stir awake, you 90% of the time find him fallen half-off the bed, yet still dead asleep. it's a funny habit he has and you never forget to snap a quick shot of him in such a position (you have a folder in your gallery and it's got over 20 pics). when you yank him up, he jolts awake and immediately asks "H-HUH? A-ARE YOU OKAY Y/N?" mf thought something happened to you (how sweet), but he's embarrased all over again when you show him the photo of his glamourous drool-stained face.

MITSUYA: on more occasions than one, you'll awake alone in mitsuya's bed. no, not because he abandoned you; he wouldn't dream of it— but because he had to take care of something for his siblings. whether that's prepping their school lunches, breakfast, a morning bath, or helping them with their hair (or all tbh). right after though, mitsuya will make his way back to you and gently wheedle you up so that the two of you can enjoy a nice, fulfilling breakfast together. sometimes though, he'll give into his temptations and fall right back into bed with you. he'll get comfortable once again and fall asleep for another half hour to the sound of your quiet breathing.

taglist: @dai-tsukki-desu @faetarou @eriskaitto @kazuhoya (send an ask or dm to be added <3)

[christinebloodwrittings]

can i request dom preisident loki w fem reader, getting overprotective of her around other avengers, getting possessive around them and holding her closer to him, but also when theyre alone hes soft and goofy??

You ask, I write! thank you so much for your request!

Alright! President Loki is in the house!

*My requests are open*

Pairing: Dom!President Loki x Fem!Reader

Summary: It's all fun and games, until you touch what belongs to the wrong person.

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, lightly toxic (in my opinion).

Loki taglist: @lokisprettygirl22 @lucky-foxface @otakumultimuse-hiddlewhore @high-functioning-lokipath @thereadinggeek @el-zef @apine7 @beakami @lokiprompts @llaufeysondggerxx

Two sides of a coin

“Good morning, my dearest” you stirred under the silky covers as you heard your boyfriend’s voice. “Mornin’” you wore a silly smile after seeing Loki’s face, it turned into a grin after he kissed your lips. “I made breakfast, it’s ready for you” he caressed your face with one hand, leaving a kiss on your forehead, your lips, and your neck as he spoke.

“Wait, you’re leaving?” he chuckled watching you pout, “I have to work, earth isn’t going to rule itself darling” it did before he arrived, but you couldn’t deny he had a point when he said that humanity was taking the planet to its destruction – which was one of his statements in his campaign speech–.

“I’m going to pick you up from the compound later though, we’re going out tonight” he kissed – more like ate – your lips, making you let out a couple moans and sighs, “You spoil me, my love” you giggled, one of his hands tickled your side, a mischievous smile adorning his face, “I love to” one final kiss brought your hands to go through his shoulders, pulling him down so your bare chest was against his soft suit, “Later, my love, I’ll see you for dinner” you could’ve brushed his hair, but you weren’t allowed to, at least not in the mornings when he had to make public appearances, you miss that.

“Good girl” he caressed the valley between your breasts lovingly, admiring your features either like something precious or delicious. “I love you” you breathed after his warmth left your body, he murmured his response and then in a flash of green he disappeared.

“I love you too, my dearest” he texted, several heart stickers followed, which warmed your heart and pushed you out of bed in the best way.

‘Vote for Loki!' You watched all the banters and pins that availed his campaign adorning the streets still, it had been a year since he made his first appearance, there were so many changes since he came to be president of the planet, you figured people just forgot to throw a few posters out.

“Mr. Laufeyson, what assures us that the incidents of 2012 won’t be replicated?” you asked as a fake reporter in behalf of S.H.I.E.L.D, “Is my word not enough for you miss?” he chuckled, “It’s not, sir, people are still recovering from the latest war, the one that got you here in the first place” Loki wasn’t happy with your attitude, he saw a brat that needed to be taught a lesson.

“Would you like to be the one to ensure that it doesn’t happen?” he seemed serious, and he was, the next day his manager proposed you a place in his council but you refused. He continued sending his manager in a poor attempt to lure you to stand by his side, until he showed up himself on your doorstep, flowers in hand and an invitation to dance. After a few drinks, he pulled you by the arm and danced with you all night, you somehow felt…connected to him.

You fell for his charm, his ambition, how he saw the world. He brought you a weird sense of peace, he liked to handle things his own way, so you hardly had to do anything. Then he talked about an option, he wanted you to become his submissive, be his to manage, to love and to have.

And you were ok with it.

He still wanted you to work with him, unfortunately you felt weird about it, so he reluctantly allowed you to have your independence.

That didn't stop him from buying S.H.I.E.L.D and leaving his assistant as the one in charge of authorizing the missions. You weren't at all surprised given his character and you didn't have the energy to discuss it either, you knew you weren't going to get anywhere so you just ignored him. But your fellow agents were fed up with him.

"Good morning Nat! how are you?" you walked into the avengers compound, and on the couch watching the news was the redhead drinking coffee waiting for a mission.

"Your boyfriend did it again" pointed to the news, Loki was proposing another controversial idea that is going to attract snipers.

"We're going to have to protect his ass again" Barton appeared and hugged you by the shoulders, "Do you know anything about this?" you denied, "He doesn't talk about work with me."

The last mission was to prevent a horde of aliens from entering the white house, their target being Loki, obviously. The good thing is that they were able to kill everyone, however, his assistant was only in charge of covering up the mission, since it was not authorized.

“How many do you think will come for him this time?" Barton shrugged and patted you gently on the back, "I have no idea, but we'll have to be ready when they call” you agreed with a sigh.

After a long day of organizing paperwork and filling out emails responding to civilian claims, it was finally six o'clock, time to go down to the reception and wait for Loki.

"Dwarf!" Bucky exclaimed from far down the hall, "James!" you ran to him then jumped into his arms, "I've missed you" you and bucky were mission partners before he went on his journey to redeem himself, the two of you were unstoppable, the ultimate combination of strength and agility.

"How are you Y/n?" Steve hugged you from behind, crushing you against Bucky like a sandwich, "Captain! How the years go by!" you joked, "Y/n don't bother the old man" you three were laughing and teasing each other when suddenly you were pulled flush against someone’s chest.

“Y/n” It was Loki, wearing a devilish smile and a new suit, “Good evening Mr. President” Steve greeted politely with a hint of sarcasm, “Captain, Sargent, good evening indeed” his grasp on your hip didn’t loosened up one bit.

“My love what are you doing up here? You always wait for me in the lobby” you were concern about how tense his jaw was, and his neck vein threatening to pop, “I waited, but you were taking your sweet time, so I got worried” He wrapped his arm around your waist completely, all while making eye contact with Bucky, assuring his dominance, like wolves.

“She’s with us, so you hardly have to be concerned” Steve interfered the tension, hardly making the situation better.

“Au contraire Rogers, my girl with the Winter Soldier, the things he could do to her, makes my skin crawl” Loki pulled you back unexpectedly, making you gasp. “She’s safe with me” Bucky tried to get close to you, but Loki let go of your waist to grab hold of your arm, “I’ll be the judge of that, if you excuse us”.

He dragged you all the way to the elevator, you had to mouth a brief “I’m sorry” to your friends, sadly, that was just Loki’s normal behavior. He’s jealous, possessive and over protective.

“Why you always do that?” you broke the silence after a ten minute drive, at least he was driving and not his assistant, “I'm protecting you, that's my duty” you scoffed, “Those are my friends Loki; you can't be jealous of everyone I meet” he didn’t even looked at you, “I'm not jealous, I just don't want people to touch what's mine, especially those lowlifes” ‘what’s mine’ he always referred to you like an object, so you dropped on him a bomb.

“Those lowlifes are the reason I was able to come back from the last mission” you thought he would be affected by that fact, “Is their duty, otherwise I'll kill them and close the program” but his words were so cold.

“Why you change so much? You flip completely when you’re with me and when you’re with them” he didn’t even showed you as the first lady, or brag about you at all, “I’m showing them their place, no one touches what’s mine” again with the objectification, “I’m a person Loki, sometimes you forget that I can just walk away”.

He laughed, he fucking laughed.

“Sure darling, sure” he mocked you.

When you got to the suite, he was behind you trying to match your steps, you were going fast so you wouldn't have to keep talking to him, "Honey, please, you can't get mad because I'm trying to protect you, you must understand" you took out the key and you were going to put it in the reader, but you stopped in your tracks and grabbed Loki by his tie.

"Get this right you knucklehead, I'm a person, I'm not your property, I'm with you because I want to be and not because of all the shit I you give me, nor the romantic dinners you arrange for me, I really love you, but you don't love me, if you did you would have noticed the stitches they gave me for the wound from the last mission, if it hadn't been for Steve, I would have returned to your arms in a casket!" he fucked you that night and he didn’t noticed, he thought your whimpers were because of pleasure, but he was grabbing your side, making the wound open again.

“Darling I…” he heard a click, but thought it was just another door opening, “I love you Loki, I truly do, but you can’t do that every time, I’m tired, so cancel dinner, I’m going to sleep in the guest room tonight” he regretted it all the moment you opened the door.

His back hit the wall at the end of the corridor, the blackout lasted a few seconds before he stood up, the whole room was on fire, “Y/n?” he stumbled on the way, but his seiðr straightened his legs and he was able to run inside, “Y/N!!” he yelled through the smoke, all he could see was a message written in red on the wall saying “You deserve this”, he didn’t took long to connect it all with his recent law project.

His seiðr took down the flames around him, there he found a trace of blood heading to his bedroom, he followed it all the way to the bathroom, where he found you wrapped up on his cape, you knew it was flame proof, “Clever girl” he sighed, his heart still beating like it wanted to push itself out of his chest, “My love, it’s safe now” he heard your faint heartbeat, otherwise he wouldn’t have been so calmed, “I’m sorry, after you wake up, I’ll prove it to you” he carried you out of the bathtub gently, even though you avoided serious damage you still got burned.

“Everything is going to be okay” he whispered in your ear before the doctors took you away, “I want all of them dead” he gave the order and Bucky nodded, “Do it for her, not for me Barnes” he needed the job to be handled, but he wanted to be with you, so Bucky was the best option, “You don’t deserve her” he commented, then he disappeared.

“I know” Loki sighed.

“Mr. President, she’s awake” the nurse accompanied him to your door, “Would you leave us alone?” she nodded as he walked in, each step feeling like shards of glass due to his guilt, “Loki” you whispered trying to smile, “Hello my queen” he carefully brought your bandaged hand to him to place a kiss, his heart fluttered when you giggled, like you did every time he kissed you like that.

“Does it hurt too much?” his Jotun nature ran through his fingers, making you sigh in comfort, “Not anymore, my love” you guided his hand up to your head, “I thought on what you said, you’re right, I’ll be better” It was your turn to laugh, “Silly king, come here” you made room for him, his head fell lightly on the pillow, “Just…love me right” he hesitated to kiss you, because of your injuries, but you draw him to you anyways for a soft kiss, “I love you, my beloved” he whispered, “I love you more, my king”.   

[duckugou]

boring day at the office (nsfw)

ProHero!Kirishima x FemAssistant! reader

CW: a lil dubcon, teasing, unprotected sex, desk sex as fuck, lil fluff, its kinda basic. Self indulgent as fuck.

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI

!!come to my asks to be a part of my taglist! just let me know what kinds of fics/ what fandom/ what characters/ etc you want to be tagged in! Requests are open!!!!

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Waking up to the sound of the default iphone alarm was the worst way to start your week days-but damn was that alarm effective. Rolling out of bed, you stretched your arms and let your back bend, groaning at how early it was.

"Ok. Phone. Spotify. Wake up wake up wake up." You thought to yourself, turning on your usual playlist and walking into the bathroom to get ready. Turning the shower on, you yawned, reminding yourself that it was almost Friday.

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Walking into the building was always a task for you- I mean it's 6:45 am and you have your hands full with your bag, your coffee, and Kirishima's coffee.

Being Red Riot's personal assistant has proved to be more fun than you thought it would be. He's super laid back about what you wear, when you take your lunch, and how much over time you do. It was amazing and all you had to do was schedule shit, print whatever he needed, and take calls.

"Mornin' Red!" You utter, walking into the spacious area just past the front of the building. Your desk sat in front of his closed off office, large windows allowing him to see everything that happens in the office and get the perfect view of you(r desk) throughout the day.

The space in front of his office was a separate room, a large open space with a conference table, mini fridge, and your desk. It was used as a meeting room for the hero sometimes, a waiting room to see him sometimes, and most days it was an area for he and his hero friends to have lunch and relax. When you started working there, it was a dull space. You couldn't let it stay that way. When he walked in to see you hanging various frames, lights, and paintings, he couldve been upset that you didn't ask first.

But instead, he decided in that moment that you yourself would be a source of light and happiness for him. You physically and hypothetically brought light and color into the previously dull space that he looked out at every day. He had never smiled so big before that day, admiring the hard work you put in. His friends loved it too- which was a bonus.

"Mornin' Y/n! Coffee!" He exclaimed, waltzing over to meet you half way at your desk as you set your belongings down, handing him his coffee.

"Good god- it's a tired one out there today, boss." You joked, getting a laugh out of him.

"I thought it felt pretty awake myself." He replied, catching on to your joke. He always got your sense of humor- another reason working for the hero was great.

"How are you always so awake?" You asked, flopping into your chair and turning your computer on.

"Morning work-outs do that." He explained.

"Oh subtle brag, okay icon." You joked, getting another laugh.

"Hey I gotta keep up- leave me alone!"

Your computer turned on- calendar, email, and excel opening up automatically as you sighed.

"Diggin the shirt today." He complimented, wanting to keep the conversation going.

"Thank you!" You replied, looking down to the small shark coming out of the pocket on your shirt. A cute t-shirt with a skater skirt was your go-to these days as the weather got warmer. The lack of a strict dress code really let you wear your cutest graphic tees to work and you loved it.

* PING *

An email came through, making you sigh and turn to the screen.

"Oh- Mrs. Jay cancelled the meeting today. Aw she's sick! Damn-" You began, taking note of the cancellation in the calendar.

"Lets send her some get well flowers, you know the website right?" He asked, walking around your desk to sit on the edge of it, thigh now next to your keyboard.

"You know it- how are daisies?" You asked, wanting his opinion on the gift his name would be on.

"Yeah! Don't they do little teddy bears too?"

"Sure do! I'll get the one with a nurses outfit on-" You giggle, making him laugh as well.

You both look at the screen, taking note of the calendar.

"Shit, that was really all I had going on today, huh?" He asked, taking a sip of his coffee.

"Yeah you dont even have patrol today, sir." You explained, switching somewhat into professional mode. "Unless you'd like me to see if any area needs coverage?" You looked up at him.

"Nah, I'll stay open today in case of emergencies- let the commission know I'm free in case of- well emergencies." He requested, making you laugh at his struggle to get the thought together.

"Aye aye!" You salute him as he hops off the desk, walking into his office.

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Your day was spent sending out emails to various agency's that wanted to work with Kirishima, promotional coordinators, and the commission themselves, updating them on Red Riot's work. It was like you were on autopilot typing these lengthy emails out, and Kirishima just watched.

He had nothing else to do. He could go out and offer you help, but he didn't want to disturb your rhythm. So he watched.

He watched as you pushed your hair out of your face. He watched as you reached over for your drink. He watched as you bobbed your head along to whatever was in your headphones.

He watched as you stood up to stretch, reaching up as high as you could, arching your back, and then reaching down to your toes to give your back a proper stretch- and giving him the perfect view of your ass.

He pushed those thoughts away, looking at his blank computer screen instead.

His friends constantly joked about his "hot assistant" that could "assist his dick" if he wanted her to.

At first, he brushed them off, chalking it up his group of friends being pervs. But the more he watched out over passing weeks, the more he wished they were right- that you could assist his-

You had interrupted his thoughts by tapping on the glass, his head jerking up to see what you needed.

You were making faces at him, fogging the window with your hot breath and drawing a : ) and a < 3 in the fog, making him laugh and shake his head.

You walked over, opening the door. "Reeedddd." You whined, dramatically walking into the room imitating a kid throwing a fit. "Im boredddd. I sent out all my emails and now we have like- an hour before everyone comes for lunch. What do we doooo?" You asked, flopping yourself on the chair across from him.

His brain wanted him to say "I know how we could waste an hour" so bad, but he fought the urge.

"We coulllldddddd........ I don't know." He admitted, looking at the stupid shark on your shirt again.

You thought about all of the ways you waste time at home. An idea flew into your head as you grabbed your phone from under you where you set it before sitting, opening up your tiktok.

"Oh my god- I have to show you this!" You said, standing up and leaning over the desk to share the view of your phone with him.

You stood there as you showed him various tiktoks of cute animals, dumb people, and talented artists. One funny tiktok made you think of another one- but as you went to find it, you started struggling.

"Ugh!" You sighed, hopping up on the hero's desk, turning yourself to allow your legs to dangle off the desk, thigh next to his keyboard much like he did to you earlier. But the difference was, Kirishima wasn't wearing a skirt. He also wasnt wearing cute red panties.

His face went red as you crossed your legs and got comfy, not paying any mind to the situation at hand- too determined to find this video.

"Oh! I know! I saved it to send to my friend- hang on." You said, leaning forward to rest your elbows on your knees, allowing Kirishima to peer over at your phone screen as you went through your camera roll.

The camera roll that you never fucking clear out. But you werent thinking about the pictures in your camera roll- you were focused on the funny tiktok.

Scrolling through, you began slowing down as you recognized the pictures taken were nearing the day you saved the video.

You slowed down just enough for Kirishima to catch a glimpse of a little photoshoot you had with yourself to boost your confidence.

A red lace set was what covered your tits in those pictures. The tits Kirishima didn't even realize you had as you always wore t-shirts to work.

His face got warmer as you scrolled past pictures of your naked tits, you pretty nipples on show.

His dick swelled when you said "Oh here!" and clicked on what you thought was the video that you were searching for that was right amongst these pictures as they were from the day after you sent tiktoks to your friend- but you were met with a screen full of your ass as you had bent over in front of the camera, the red thong gone in the middle of your cheeks, your pussy lips daring to peek out from behind the red lace.

"SHIT FUCK." You scrambled to get the photo off of the screen, dropping it on the floor. You both stood and Kirishima's dick took over his brain in that moment.

Grabbing your phone off the floor, your ass present on the screen still, he stared unapologetically as you rapidly tried to grab it from him. But he held it up out of your reach.

"Sir please- I am so sorry- I did not mean for you to see that- fuck. I am so fucking sorry- don't fire me!" You began begging, tears welling in your eyes.

"Oh, angel." He began, putting your phone in his back pocket. "You think I would fire you over this?" He asked, eyes darker than usual.

"I- I dont know? Yes? It wasn't like- I just- Im so embarrassed." You admitted, sitting in front of him on his chair, head in your hands.

Something about his perfect little assistant starting to cry from embarrassment in front of him made his dick even harder.

"Angel, sh sh sh." He squatted in front of you, pulling your hands from your face, replacing them with his hands cradling your cheeks. "It's okay! It can be our secret, ok? Don't be embarrassed. Those were some nice pictures, after all." He assured you.

"You saw more than that one?!" You asked, tears free falling.

"You scroll awfully slow, honey." He confirmed. Your boss saw your nudes...your really hot boss saw your tits. And it almost excited you.

"Fuck- I-"

"Its okay angel. Hey, wipe those tears! Let's cheer you back up." He assured you again, your head beginning to feel light.

How was he okay with this? It was so inappropriate. This mixed with the thoughts you had during previous work days of the hero bending you over his desk did not help.

It was a fantasy. It wouldn't happen.

And then you felt his massive hands on your thighs, lightly prying them apart.

"W-what are you doing?" You asked, voice a whisper.

"I'm gonna cure our boredom, angel. Is that okay with you?" He asked, fingers already toying with the hem of your panties.

"Y-yes- but you wont fire me, ri-ight?" You asked, sniffling.

"Oh no, angel. Course not. How could I let go of the most perfect-" His fingers rubbed your clit. "-hard working-" a finger began sliding up and down your slit. "-most thoughtful-" his finger entered you, making you gasp. "-most beautiful assistant I could ever ask for?" He asked, finger pumping in and out of you ask he adjusted himself to sit on his knees, looking up at your face as you closed your eyes and moaned out, making him smile.

"That's it, cutie. Just let go for me, relax. Let me take care of you." He told you, adding another finger. He felt you clench around his fingers as you let out a gasp and looked him in the eyes. His pupils were massive and his teeth bit his bottom lip.

He lost all control and took his fingers out of you, earing a whimper. He picked you up and moved you to his desk, taking your skirt and panties off. "Shirt off, angel." He demanded as he undid his belt. You didn't hesitate, eager to let him fill you back up. "Good girl."

He leaned down and took your bra off, letting it hit the floor. Licking his lips, he dove into your chest, lips around one nipple and hand on the other.

"Where you been hidin' these, pretty?" He asked, muffled by the fat of your boobs.

The only response he got was a moan. And he was okay with that.

After giving each nipple proper attention, he pulled away, pulling his pants and boxers down in one movement.

"Needa fuck you angel." He muttered, spitting on his dick.

"Please, sir. Fuck me." You mewled.

He lined himself up and pushed the head in, holding you down to stop you from squirming.

"'s too big!" You screamed.

"You can take it baby." He comforted you with a kiss on the forehead as he pushed in further. "There you go, angel. Doin' so fuckin good." He said moving his lips to rest against your neck.

You moaned his name as he bottomed out and the two of you stayed there, unmoving for a second, catching eye contact.

"I have wanted this for so long, Y/n." He admitted, the moment feeling more romantic somehow just from those words.

"M-me too, Kiri-"

"Ejiro. Call me Ejiro." You interrupted, kissing you on the mouth softly.

He pulled out and thrust back in, making you yelp.

"Eji! Please- fuck me-" You gasped, hands clawing at his back, trying to ground yourself as he pounded his hips into you.

"Shit, takin me so well, angel. Juuust like that." He groaned out, chasing his high already.

"Eji! Wan' cum wan' cum!" You screamed out.

"So polite baby- shit- asking first. Cum on me angel- all over my cock." Kirishima responded, making you release all over his dick as he didn't slow down, overstimulating you. He was enjoying the pulsing of your walls around him too much to slow down or stop.

"Moremoremoremoremore-" You drabbled on, drool leaking from the corner of your mouth as your eyes rolled back.

"Fucked my pretty little assistant dumb huh?" He asked, chuckling.

Feeling his balls tighten, he knew he was going to cum soon.

"Shit baby- where you want my cum?" He asked.

"Allll ovvveeerrrr-" You moaned out, brain and limbs tingling, riding out another high.

"Fuck, okay pretty girl- gonna cover you in cu-um- fuck-"

Pulling out, he held his dick as he came all over your stomach, a little bit shooting up to your tits. He rubbed your clit, watching you writhe around on his desk, covered in his cum.

Once the both of you came down, he sat in his chair, catching his breath.

After a few minutes, he stood and grabbed an extra shirt from his drawer that he kept for emergencies- just an old t-shirt- and wiped you off.

"Sorry- its all I got- I'm wasnt really prepared for this." He chuckled, feeling a little embarrassed.

"Its ok- it's more than what most guys do." You laughed lightly.

He held your hand, helping you sit up.

"Hey- you're okay right? With all of that? And after that?" He asked, a small twinge of panic hitting his chest.

"Oh I'm ok! I'm totally cool with everything that happened as long as you dont actually fire me." You assured him.

"I meant what I said. I'm not gonna let the most amazing assistant in the world go." He said, still holding your hand.

"Then... what if we do this again some time?" You asked sheepishly.

"Oh, we can totally do this again, angel. Whenever you want." He chuckled, kissing your forehead.

"Cool. Uh, can I have my clothes back?" You asked the hero.

"Shit yeah-" He picked the small pile off the floor and gave them to you looking up at the clock.

"Shit- we have like 10 minutes before everyone gets here." He said, pulling his pants up.

"Oh! Fuck! Okay, febreeze this bitch!" You exclaimed hopping off the desk, shimmying your skirt on and tucking your shirt back in. "Go go go!"

"On it!" He said, grabbing the air freshener and running around the office like a crazed man.

Fixing your hair and makeup in the small mirror from your desk drawer, Kirishima shuts his office door and comes out to stand in front of your desk.

Doing a 360 spin, he holds his arms out. "Am I good? Anything out of place?" He asks.

"Nope! Totally normal- how about me?" You asked, standing and spinning the same way he did.

"Perfect as always." He replied.

* PING *

There was a notification that the usual group of heroes were at the main door, waiting to be buzzed in.

"Just in time." Kirishima said proudly.

Buzzing them in, you sat at your desk as Kirishima went over to the mini fridge to get his food out.

"Heyooo losers- miss me?" Denki shouted, swinging the door open.

"Shut up, dunce face. They definitely didnt miss you." Bakugou growled back.

They all sat around the table to eat and catch up.

"Hey- Y/n?" Kirishima began, catching your attention.

"Yeah?"

"Grab my phone from my desk, will you? Pleaseeee?" He asked with puppy dog eyes.

"Sure, Ejiro-" You said, standing up and walking into his office.

"First name basis, huh?" Sero teased, making Kirishima's face red.

"Oh my god- I told you! Having a hot assistant is the coolest thing ever! God, youre lucky." Denki sighed, looking into the windows of the Hero's office as you looked around for his phone.

"I really am." Kirishima smiled.

[musings-of-a-rose]

Meet the Millers - Chapter 6

Pairing: Joel Miller x Benny Miller x Will Miller x f!reader

Word Count: 3700+

Rating: Mature - 18+ ONLY!

Warnings: Bear in mind the pairing of this fic along with the fact it’s set in a post-apocalyptic setting, so there will be themes and elements fitting the setting. Just like ao3, “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the age to handle mature themes. Also by clicking Keep Reading, you understand warnings may not be complete in order to avoid spoilers for the story.

Notes: I hit 200 followers and wanted to give y’all a little something so I did a poll and let you pick what one shot I write next. This is what y’all picked! I hope I can deliver. I started this out as a one shot and it MAJORLY got away from me, so now it’s a mini series. Thank you so much for following me and reading my ramblings! Also a shoutout to @astoryisaloveaffair for helping me figure out how things work and being an amazing sounding board, @icanbeyourjedi for helping me to settle on a filter for this moodboard, and @theewokingdead for being delightfully appalled at how many words this one shot has turned into and cheering me on with memes and gifs.

This is set loosely in The Last of Us universe. I’ve only played a bit of the game and watched others play (and the show isn’t out yet), so please forgive any inaccuracies. Also it’s a post-apocalyptic world so I’m taking a bunch of liberties here. Because fan fiction.

Ages at the time of this story (so you don’t have to do math):

Reader: 28

Benny: 35

Will: 38

Joel: 50

*Reader is ethnicity inclusive despite stock photo bias

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<<Chapter 5

Meet the Miller Masterlist

Main Masterlist

You marked the spot you need to go on Joel’s map. It wasn’t terribly far, but it was a solid trek on foot. Round trip would be at least 3 days if you didn’t run into trouble. You hoped the kid could last that long, but there wasn’t anything else to do. Will and Benny both tried to come with you, but you pointed out that Will would be missed at work, as he’s head of sector security and Benny would miss several training sessions, which would arouse suspicion. No one really noticed you and you could take a few days off, Benny covering your section of the wall. It would be better and quicker if it was a smaller pairing venturing out anyways.

Joel was surprised when you showed up to their home the night before leaving, backpack ready, boots by the door, and a bow and quiver set off to the side. You showed him the quiver and how you managed to rig it to your backpack so you didn’t have to carry too many bags.

That night, you laid with both Benny and Will and as you all collapsed onto the bed after, Will turned to you.

“Benny and I talked about it and we want you to know - if you want to be with Joel too, we’re ok with that. Same rules apply and we both agree.” Benny nods as your eyes go wide, looking between them like there was a joke you were the butt of.

“I don’t- I mean I haven’t-”

Will chuckles. “Come on, Ghost. Benny and I aren’t blind. We see you lookin’.”

“Well, I mean.. How can you not? He’s a…but he’s your…I wouldn’t..”

Benny lays his hand on your chest. “We know, sweetheart. We trust you. That’s why we talked about it. But it’s completely up to you. He knows that-”

“YOU TOLD HIM??” You slap your hands to your face as heat radiates off of you.

“Of course we did, sweetheart. He looks at you too. And don’t let him give you the age line.”

Still covering your face, you say “I can’t believe I’m talking about another guy with my current boyfriends.”

—----

It’s still dark out when you wake, knowing you’ll need to get out early to avoid the most people. You dress quickly and head from the bedroom, grabbing some protein bars to throw in your bag. Joel joins you a few moments later, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

“Mornin’, hon’.”

“Morning.” You silently hand him a mug of coffee and he gives you a small smile as he takes it, taking a sip and letting it wash over his body.

“Leavin’ in 10.”

You nod and hear the back bedroom door open. Benny and Will shuffle down the hall, Benny yawning and Will wiping a hand over his face. Joel nods at you before disappearing back to his room.

Benny and Will walk up to you and basically make you a Miller sandwich, squeezing you in between their strong bodies and kissing your cheeks.

“Please be careful, darlin’.”

“I always am.”

“We’ll miss you, sweetheart.”

“I’ll miss you too.”

You kiss them each on the lips, trying to convey how much you care for them without explicitly saying it.

“I’ll make sure she’s safe,” Joel had come back out of his room, moving to put his boots on. Will and Benny nod at Joel, giving you one last kiss before they release you. Sliding your feet in your boots, you lace them up and get your backpack on, slinging your bow over your shoulder.

“Ready hon’?”

“Yeah. Let’s help this kid.”

Throwing a smile over your shoulder at your boys, you slip out the door behind Joel, closing it behind you. Joel is silent and you take his lead, following him through the shadows of the nearly empty streets of Boston. He takes a few routes through some unoccupied buildings and you don’t question it, fully trusting him to guide you. Eventually, you enter a dilapidated building, missing the top several floors and head downstairs through a crumbled wall, crossing under the city wall through an old subway tunnel that had been hidden.

The tunnel is dark and quiet, Joel and you turning on your flashlights to see. It’s not long before you see light and Joel heads towards it. The light is blocked by numerous plants and vines, but you can see a path through them as they wind their way up a staircase. Joel crosses to it, clicking off his flashlight, and ascends the stairs, you quietly following in his path.

When you come out on the street above, you take a moment to look around and just breathe. It’s still city, half crumbled buildings overgrown with vines and plants, trees and grasses cover the road. But it’s so different from the stark greys inside the walls. You’d only been inside several months, but being out here made you realize how much you missed this freedom. The city felt suffocating compared to this, like it was trying to pull you back in as you saw the wall a few blocks down what used to be a main road, ominous and cold. Of course it wasn’t all bad - you’d found the Millers and they had made you the most happy you’d been since this all started. You vowed to tell them when you returned exactly how you felt about them because life is short, especially now.

A hand lightly grabs your arm and you turn to see Joel, beckoning you to follow him. Taking one last look at the city wall, you turn and follow Joel, avoiding the cars left out to rust and be reclaimed by the wild.

You walk for at least 20 blocks in silence, sometimes heading through a building to get around a large obstruction and you admit to yourself that Joel is a pro. He knows exactly where he’s going to get out of this maze and he’s confident about it, moving with sure feet in a world where nothing is certain.

You watch him for several blocks, the sweat starting to appear on his neck causing the hair there to curl up at the ends. It takes all your willpower to not reach out and tug on it, the impossibly soft looking curls almost too enticing. His muscles stretch and pull at the flannel shirt he was wearing as he climbs over barriers, extending a strong hand to help you up and around. You don’t need the help really, but you won’t pass up an opportunity to touch him.

The buildings start to thin out as you reach the edge of the old city of Boston and Joel heads to a small building, what looked like an old gas station. He gets out his gun, motioning for you to get your bow. You slide it up from around you and notch an arrow, nodding at him as you both stand on either side of the front door. Joel moves in first, gun raised and sweeping to the left as you mimic him and sweep to the right. The store is empty - just some grass and greenery creeping its way in. Joel heads into a backroom and pops his head out a moment later to motion for you to follow him. Once you cross the threshold, he closes the door behind you, turning on his flashlight as he sets it upside down on the desk as a makeshift lantern.

“How you doin’, hon’?”

“I’m great. This a rest stop?”

“Yeah, just for a few minutes. It’s a regular stop but you can never be too careful.”

Joel leans on the desk, pulling his backpack around to get his canteen. He spins the top off and puts it to his lips, tilting his head back slightly as he takes a few gulps of water, his throat bobbing with each swallow, sweat glistening on his neck. He brings the bottle back down and exhales, rubbing the back of his neck.

“You ok there, hon’?”

“What? Oh yeah, I’m..I’m fine. Great. I just..I’m good.” you’re flustered, Joel having caught you ogling him. Your cheeks are on fire as you slide your backpack around, grabbing your own canteen and taking a few sips. You think you hear Joel chuckle, his chest rumbling with containing the laughter, and when you look up at him you swear you see him wipe a smile off his face, replacing it with his normal grumpy demeanor.

“In a couple miles, we’ll be able to make a little more noise. I just don’t like announcing things this close to Boston.”

“Makes sense.”

You both rest a few more minutes, taking another look at the map before Joel slides his backpack on, situating himself to head back out. You do the same and follow him through the door as you both exit the building and head out away from the city. You walk in silence, listening to the wind blow through the trees as birds sing and tweet. This is what you missed - the silence, feeling life around you that was free of judgment or betrayal. A few hours later, Joel clears his throat.

“Sorry for the precautions but when you’ve been doin’ this as long as I have, you learn to be careful.”

“You’re the expert - I trust you, Joel.”

“There’s a place we can camp out for the night a few hours walk ahead.”

“Sounds good.”

You walk the rest of the way in a comfortable silence, both of you taking in the serene feeling of finally being away from the city. Joel speaks to point out some landmarks to you “Just in case we get separated” and you memorize them all - he’s right. It wouldn’t take much for things to go sideways. You were all too familiar with that.

The sun is setting by the time you reach your camp for the night. Following Joel into the building, you do another sweep and find nothing except crumbling booths, leather seats peeling back to expose white puffs of stuffing. This was a diner of some kind from before and it made you nostalgic for the Sunday breakfasts you used to have with your family at the pancake house when you were a kid.

“Ghost? Back here.”

Joel heads behind the counter and into what used to be a kitchen. Walking in behind him, you see him turning some knobs on an oven, warmth oozing out as the old machine comes to life. Joel sees your confusion and answers.

“It’s gas. Doesn’t need power. We can’t leave it on for long, but at least heat up the area so we can get some sleep.”

Taking off your bag and bow, you set them off to the side as Joel lays a blanket down on the hard floors.

“I’ve…only got the one blanket, hon’. I didn’t think-”

“It’s fine, Joel. We can share. If that’s ok?”

Joel shifts from foot to foot, an internal argument with himself happening behind those deep eyes.

“Alrgih’.”

“Thanks.” You turn back to your bag to grab out a protein bar, shoving the blanket you had packed down to the bottom of your bag with a smirk. You move to sit down next to Joel, handing him a protein bar as you do. He smiles his thanks you and you both eat in silence, listening to the faint sound of crickets outside.

“We’re about a half day’s walk away from that spot you marked. If we get up early, we should be there around noon or so.”

You nod, stretching before you reach for your canteen, taking a few measured sips of water, feeling a drip travel down your throat. A calloused thumb reaches out and gently swipes down the path of the water, wiping it off your skin. You set the bottle down and look at Joel, whose thumb is still tracing a path down your throat, sliding over the healed cut he had placed there when you first met. There’s no way he can’t feel how your pulse races at his touch, thumping through your skin as if it was trying to escape. His eyes meet yours and you notice that they’re darker, your own desire reflected back at you. He drops his hand from you, sitting back against the cabinets with a huff and you hesitate before turning your head away from him, taking a few deep breaths and hiding it with putting your canteen away.

You lean up against the cabinets as well, crossing your legs out in front of you and folding your arms. You speak first, breaking the silent tension in the room.

“I can take first watch.”

“I’ll do it.”

“Just..I’ll do it, Joel.”

He doesn’t look at you, considering his options. “Alrigh’.”

He crosses his arms and leans his head back against the cabinets, closing his eyes as he shuffles around to get comfortable. You lose yourself in your thoughts about what just happened. You were sure of what you saw in his eyes, and you know he felt your racing pulse. So why didn’t he act? Benny had said Joel was feeling guilty about his age, which you didn’t give a rat’s ass about to be honest. Joel was strong, rugged, smart, and obviously lived a hard life, even before the clickers. But he was also kind and attentive, pays attention to small details. And fuck was he hot. You turned to look at his face, stress and tension erased as he slept. The grey hairs fighting for dominance with the dark brown just added fuel onto your already raging crush on this man. There were only 2 other people you had ever felt this way about, and they were waiting for you back home, giving you full permission to pursue…this. If there was anything to pursue.

A few hours goes by and Joel stirs, opening his eyes and shifting his body around to wake it up.

“Your turn.”

You lean back against the cabinets and close your eyes, willing yourself to get some sleep because you know you need it. It had been a while since you slept like this, having been spoiled sharing a bed with Benny and Will for a while now. Falling into scattered dreams, memories of your past from outside the wall swirling around each other, never settling on one event or place. A sharp pain in your neck turns into a mushroom, and you panic, turning in the doorless room you were in to look into a mirror, where you see the face of a clicker staring back at you, moving as you move. The neck pain subsides, but your eyes are glued to the mirror in horror as you look at the reflection, noticing the bodies of Will, Benny, and Joel on the floor behind you, broken and bleeding. You cry out, but it’s just a series of clicks. Spotting movement, you turn to see Will, slowly sitting up, face changing and shifting, spores popping out from him as Benny and Joel move in the same way. You’re screaming again, clicks coming from your mouth in rapid succession as they turn to you, fans and domes sprouting from their eyes to transform them into horrifyingly beautiful mushrooms. You feel pressure on your arm and your body starts to shake, a scream erupting from your mouth as your eyes fly open, staring up into the terrified eyes of Joel.

“Hey, hey. Sshhh. It was a dream,” he speaks softly to you, treating you like a spooked animal as your scream dies off and you stop convulsing.

“Breathe with me, hon’.” Joel takes a few deep breaths and you copy him, feeling your heart rate start to calm. After a few of these, you notice that your head is in Joel’s lap and his hand is on your chest, helping you to breathe in time with him. He seems to realize this when you do as he quickly jerks his hand away.

“S-sorry. Was tryin’ to help-”

“It’s ok.” You manage to sit up and wipe your fingers across your face, trying to dry your tears.

“I’m sorry for laying in your lap.”

To your surprise, Joel blushes. “Oh, uh you didn’t. I..put you there.” In response to your confused look, he continues at a rapid pace “It’s just, your neck was so crooked ‘n I tried to move your head, but it never stuck, so I put your head on my lap. I didn’t want you to have-have a crick in your neck.”

Reaching out to grab his hand, you give it a little squeeze. “Thank you, Joel. You definitely saved my neck.”

He looks at you, scans your face. “Are you ok, hon’? You were..makin’ a lot of noise in your sleep so I tried to wake you up…”

“Thank you for that. It…” you trailed off, debating on telling Joel or not.

“You don’t have to-”

“It’s a recurring dream. I’m standing in a room with no way out..” you tell him everything about the dream and he listens intently, hiding a look of surprise when you mention seeing him. “I haven’t had it since I started staying with Benny and Will. Guess I feel secure in the Miller household.” You give him a small smile.

“Do Ben and Will know about it?”

You shake your head. “I haven’t had it in a long while and I never thought to tell them.”

He nods and glances out the window.

“Can I ask…you and Benny and Will look so…”

“Different?”

You nod. “Yeah. I was just wondering how you were related?”

Joel studies your face for a moment. “We share a mom. Her name was Maria. Hell of a woman. She had me when she was really young, nearly a child herself. Anyway, my dad left her and for a while, it was just me n’ her. She was a great mom. When I was about 9, she met Jacob Miller. Tall guy, blonde hair, blue eyes, nice smile. She never really introduced me to the men she was datin’ so when she asked me if I would meet him, I knew she must really like him. He was…a great guy. Treated my mom like she was the only thing in his world. We bonded fast - he treated me like a son and I came to know him like a dad. When they got married a year or so later, I asked if I could take the Miller name and call him dad.” Joel wipes at his face, trying to hide the tears of a happy memory from a time long gone. “Jacob…Dad…adopted me as soon as the courts would let him. He became the father I never had, even when Will came along when I was 12 and Benny when I was 15. We were all…close.”

You knew his parents had died when things first started and it broke your heart even more to know that they were all so close. Placing your hand on his thigh, you gave it a little squeeze and he gave you a soft smile in return before shaking his head.

“I think you have time for a little more sleep if you need it? You haven’t been out for that long.”

“I really should.” You feel so exhausted from that dream, like you had never actually slept. Joel opens his arms and beckons you to him.

“Come ‘mere. You can lay with me.”

“I-oh. You, you don’t have to-”

“I don’t have to do anythin’, hon’. But I want to. Now come here.”

Glancing at his face, you see his sincerity, how he wants to make sure you feel safe and secure to at least get some rest. He knows what lack of sleep can cost you out here. So you slide up next to him and bury your face in his side, curling into him as you feel him hesitate before wrapping his arms around you. You breathe in his scent, woodsy and his musk mixing together to make you feel safe. It only takes a few minutes before you’re fast asleep, no more nightmares plaguing you.

—----

Joel wakes you at sun up, and you thank him for helping you sleep. He just gives you a half smile as you both eat a protein bar for breakfast, making quick work of packing up to continue on to your destination.

As you walk, you pass the time by talking every now and again, telling Joel about your experience with the outside. You find out that pre clickers he had a daughter, Sarah, but that she was killed by soldiers who mistook her for an infected at the beginning of it all. He never mentions a wife or girlfriend so you don’t ask, not wanting to bring up more painful memories.

A little past noon, you arrive at a very small town, a few blocks of buildings making up the main square. On the other side is a small wooded area, which is where the yarrow and echinacea grow, probably planted there by locals. The town seems abandoned, but both you and Joel carry your weapons in your hands, pointing down but ready to go if needed. A knowing silence falls between you both, acknowledging the need for stealth. Taking a sweep of the town, you see no one and relax just a little.

Rounding the corner, you see the field about a block or so ahead and walk towards it, Joel right behind you. Stopping in the field, you start to scan the area, spotting a few yarrow plants right away and you move to collect them.

“I’m gonna do a sweep of mainstreet. See if there’s anything useful. Probably picked through but you never know. We’ll meet up at that pharmacy we passed comin’ in.”

“Sounds good.”

Joel turns to walk away and you stand to grab his arm. He turns to you with a questioning look.

“Please be careful. I-” you look at the town behind him and your eyes glaze over, memories sliding into place behind them. Joel’s hand on yours pulls you from it.

“I’ll be ok.”

He pats your hand once more before turning around to head back to the town. You watch him disappear around the building before dropping back down in the field, collecting several more plants before standing again. Scanning the area, you see a slight ditch and a ton of echinacea growing in it. You step down into it and crouch down, gathering up the plants.

It’s then you hear the sound of an engine, unmistakable in its rarity since the infection, causing your blood to run cold.

—----

Chapter 7 >>

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That's absolutely fine don't worry about it!

I have been craving some platonic Ranboo storys as of late so here we go!

Basically the reader is the sibling of Ranboo (they are younger by at least 3/4 years) and they are also good friends with both Tommy and Tubbo, the reader has never been in any way shape or form introduced in any of Ranboo's streams because he didn't want them on the internet. The reader comes with him to the Uk to meet Tubbo and Tommy and they just have a lot of fun, one day while Tubbo, Tommy and Ranboo are streaming the reader comes into the room and Ranboo just starts kinda freaking out trying to keep them out of frame, Tommy and Tubbo look at each other freaked out and the Reader starts crying because they have no idea what was going on. Tubbo ends up stoping the stream early with the chat going a million miles a minute because ender boy has a sibling?!

In the end the gang explaines that the reader can't just barge into the room while they are streaming and the four of them end up watching a movie.

🦋

Wow ok I'm sososososososososososo sorry about the time on this, I got unmotivated for ages then I was busy with family now it's restarted school and all that shit, but hopefully I'll start making a comeback :D

Characters: cc!Ranboo (brother) cc!Tubbo (friend) cc!Tommy (friend)

A/N: trying this to the best of my ability, I've not written something like this in a little while

You walked out of Tubbos kitchen, a normal day for you now that you're spending 4 months here with your brother, Ranboo and his friends. About 2 months have passed already and you don't wanna go home, here was much better than home, apart from the food. Thing is, you're only 14. If you were to stay here you'd have to find an education nearby, and your end of school exams were near, so it's best not to risk, or atleast for now. "Mornin shortie." Ranboo called to you as he walked in. You sighed, you were alot taller than average for your age, but not even close to Ranboos height. We'll see who's laughing in a few years. "Mornin." You replied back. He walked past you to the fridge while you pulled out a bowl for him, he was bound to go for some form of cereal. "Tommy coming up today?" You asked your brother. He had become your best friend now aswell, along with Tubbo plus a few others, and it felt great. "Tubbo told me he's gonna message or call him when he wakes up, so about 20 minutes after that he'll probably be here, so yes, he is." You nodded at him and made your way into the main room, which is where the computer sat that they both (and Tommy) have streamed from at some point in these last 2 months. You sat down and began your breakfast, while scrolling through the messages sent from your friends overnight.

Not much longer a very pissed looking and tired Tubbo walked past you. You were watching the TV at this point, so you saw him going past. He grumbled out a "Good Morning." As he walked past, and you replied the same. "Sleep well?" You asked, making sure he did, well, sleep well. He let out a tired groan and lifted a middle finger as he walked into the kitchen, which Ranboo was still in for some reason, and you raised your hands in the air as he walked out. The boys came back and sat with you, Tubbo now in more of a better mood. Tubbo messaged Tommy about being awake, like Ranboo said, and Tommy was instantly on his way.

The day had gone by and people were now doing their own things. Ranboo was streaming with Tubbo and Tommy in the back and you in a different room. You didn't know Ranboo was streaming, because he for some reason didn't tell you. Midway through a game he was streaming, you accidentally walked in. Tommy was first to notice, and shot up out his seat. "Y/N! What the fuck???" He whisper shouted at you. Tommy's sudden movement caught Tubbos eye and he ended by shouting your name which then caused Ranboo to look. They all shot out their seats and surrounded you to push you out the room, which was kinda intimidating and confusing for you, so you started crying. Chat was going faster than lightning by now and it was gonna stop soon. Ranboo pushed you lightly out the room following you behind, with Tommy behind him, you still in tears. Tubbo ran to quickly and adruptly end stream, quickly looking at chat beforehand and seeing them spam stuff like "SIBLINGBOO??" and "GENDER MAN HAS SIBLING????" Before it disappeared when he ended stream. He ended then joined you and the boys outside. Ranboo had taken off his mask and glasses and was talking sternly, but not to agressivley, to you about what just happened. "Y/N. You can't walk in like that. I don't want you on the internet, there's weird people there. Don't do that again." He looked at you for a response, but the only one you could give was light tears from earlier. Ranboo instantly felt some form of guilt after shouting at his sibling, and pulled you in for a hug. He didn't want to make you upset, he just wanted to protect you. The other 2 boys joined in quickly before Ranboo pulled you away to look at him. "Wanna watch a movie maybe, make up for it?" You nodded before you all looked for snacks in the kitchen, but failing and going to the nearby shop to buy them.

A/N: FIRST ONE IN AGES WOO!! it feels so good honestly

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[osamiiya]

Waking up next to them

Pairings: Osamu x Reader, Hinata x Reader, Sakusa x Reader, Bokuto x Reader, Akaashi x Reader (Sperate)

A/n: Sorry this took me so long JEBDJDB I got distracted and yelled at so I watched streamers also I'm sorry I can't write for Kenma idk how to characterize him JSBDB

**I wrote Brazil Hinata because kissing the freckles that form on his back <3

Again all my opinion!

Miya Osamu

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He's a pretty deep sleeper, not a lot of tossing and turning either

Osamu usually wakes up in the position he fell asleep in usually on his back

You joke that he sleeps like a log and he just snorts and rolls his eyes because he knows it's true

He likes it when you sleep with your head on his chest and he can wrap his arms around you just so that when he wakes up he can feel your weight on his chest and it reminds him you're real, and his.

Your eyes peek open before Osamu's, and looking up from where your head layed on his chest, you can feel the slight stubble on his jaw brush against your forehead.

The light shines on his skin and he's warm and the personification of comfort as he shifts and brings you closer to him.

Osamu eventually wakes up when you trace shapes and affectionate words onto his chest, the slight tickle and weight of your head becoming apparent as he groans and attempts to stretch his back, breathing deeply before letting you go slightly so he can see your face.

" mornin'." There's a lazy smile on his face, eyes hooded and voice deep and gravelly.

You get up to lean over him and plant a soft hiss on his lips, giggling when fatigue makes it hard for him to open his eyes again.

"Morning, love." The quiet morning is filled with soft affection and hushed giggles as he blinks the sleep away and yawns, sitting up and running a hand through messy hair lazily.

"Breakfast?"

Hinata Shoyo

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It's 50/50 that you wake up before him

Hinata tosses and turns in his sleep, but he always makes sure he's touching you in some way, whether it be your legs hooked together, hands clasped, or backs touching

He's not the deepest sleeper but when he's tired it's impossible to wake him

He likes loves it if you wake him up with kisses, he'd like to wake up to your kisses forever.

You wake up before him, finding his leg positioned behind him, hooked with yours as if you were sea otters trying not to drift apart.

The Brazil sun, and Hinata's tendency to forget sunscreen helped him form freckles on his back, not too dark but there nontheless.

He's on his side facing away from you, white tank he usually wears to sleep loose and halfway off from tossing and turning.

Shuffling closer to him, you gently kiss each freckle, kissing the tops of his shoulders to his neck and up his jaw, ending behind his ear.

"Shoyo." It's whispered, but enough to wake Hinata up, the boy waking up slowly like butter melting when he realizes you're the one placing kisses on him.

Shifting so hes facing you again, he peeks one eye open to admire you for a moment before smiling and draping an arm around you and pulling you in, kissing the top of your head and sighing deeply.

"Just 5 more minutes like this."

Sakusa Kiyoomi

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Light sleeper and wakes up before you always

Whether it's to shower first, or go on a run before coming back to shower before you wake

He'll always wander back into bed with you though, getting under the covers carefully and admirintyou until he falls back asleep

Sakusa rarely sleeps in, but it's usually after games or meeting with friends the night before, needing the sleep to recharge

"Yoomi?" Your eyes open to a mop of damp black curls, Sakusa attaching himself to your torso, hugging you carefully as he sleeps contentedly.

He smells like shampoo and bar soap from showering and your shirt feels damp from where his forehead is pressed into your chest.

After a little bit of tugging and loud groans and grumbles of protest you're able to pry Sakusa's face from your chest to look at him, dark eyes staring up at you as he blinks heavily, wanting to go back to sleep.

"You're so clingy in the morning." Your whisper just makes Sakusa roll his eyes, smile tugging at his lips as he buries his head back into your chest, huming happily as he starts to breathe deeper and deeper.

Sakusa knows you don't have anything to do soon, and he's perfectly ok with staying in bed like this.

"Yoomi-"

"No."

"Yoomi I have to pee."

Bokuto Kotaro

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He likes to sleep on his side! With you tucked into his chest, your head using his arm as a pillow, the other draped across your midsection.

Even if he's awake, he dosent want to open his eyes and break the perfect atmosphere so he'll wait for you to "wake up with him"

Sometimes he'll wake up after you though, his body dosent let him sleep in too long though, so enjoy it when you can

He dosent move too much in his sleep, sometimes he'll reposition you so you're facing him, but otherwise he's nice to sleep next to

It's noon when your eyes blink awake, the first thing you see being Bokuto's chest, feeling him breathe deeply, tightening his grasp on you slightly every time.

He must've been tired because even as you wiggle out of his grasp to look at his face his face stays unmoving, a flash of discomfort washing over his face unconsciously because you aren't in his arms like before.

"Kou." One whisper of his name is enough to get him to stir slightly hands coming out to pull you back into his chest, hands carding through your hair before he takes one last deep sigh, breathing getting calm and deep again.

At the feeling of you wiggling, his eyes peek open, playful glint dancing through them.

"Where're you going?"

"Away from you." You giggle, watching his lips form a pout.

"I'm not done holding you though, get back here." Bokuto hums happily as he holds you tightly, feeling your breath get deeper as sleep takes over, being too comfortable in his arms.

Akaashi Keiji

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He's a very light sleeper, and will take up if you wiggle out of his arms while sleeping

Akaashi gets the best sleep when you're in his arms, and he always has butterflies in his stomach no matter how many times he's waken up to you

This being said, he likes to face you when sleeping, even if you sleep on your back

His arm is always drapes across you though

Akaashi's eyelashes are long.

At least, that's what you've deduced from observing his face up close waiting for him to wake up, the sun casting shadows on his skin and making it glow a healthy gold.

Hes not sleeping too deeply, that much is apparent from the light up and down of his chest.

"Still staring?" His voice startles you and you huff as a grin grows on his lips, eyes opening slightly, the gunmetal blue dull with sleep as he stifles a yawn.

"Not yet, I didn't get a chance to admire your eyebrows." Your tone is light and teasing, and Akaashi's heart speeds up.

The air is crisp and cold, but Akaashi pulls you into his chest, warming you up as he looks down at you.

"Go back to sleep, you need the rest."

It's apparent that he's just saying that so the two of you can stay in bed a little longer, enjoying eachother's warmth.

You nod, sleep starting to wash over your senses.

"Did you know that your eyelashes are long?" Your eyes are closed as you ask, the question muffled into Akaashi's chest as he laughs slightly.

You don't get to hear his response as you fall back asleep, but Akaashi assumes that's what happened and kisses the top of your head, muttering an 'I love you' into your hair.

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[gingerbreadmonsters]

ok let's all pretend it's five hours in the future and it's wip wednesday - have a little bit of the upcoming part 2 of SWEET TALK that literally came out of nowhere:

it’s mostly about folks who find it more difficult to fit in with unempowered society, so shifters, vamps, demons and the like. elementals, energetics, telepaths, dreamwalkers - it’s not as tough for those sorts to feel at ease in a crowd of unempowered humans, so they don’t tend to have such strong, uh, pack bonds, if you will.

vamps obviously can’t go out in the daytime, so they tend to keep to themselves and stick to their own clans most of the time, which you’ve told him is a hell of a headache when it comes to field work, seeing as it means fucking up your sleep schedule and waking up at three in the mornin’? are you crazy, sweetheart? to even just go and ask a few simple questions.

all of their ‘field operatives’ - covert cops, mem-mods, investigators like you - get a special one that goes into a bit more detail, seeing as they’re the ones most likely to be getting up close and personal with the general empowered public. yeah, it’s better than the basic one, but he’s fairly sure it’s the same shitty video they’ve been rolling out every year since his dad was working there, and probably long before that too.

wait, where was he going with this?

you can read the original fic (i.e. part 1) here!

not doing a taglist bc...... yk..... it's not actually wednesday yet...... but the sentiment is still there - wishing everyone good luck and motivation for your wips 💕💕