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summer-oil · 2 years ago

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COME REST YOUR BONES NEXT TO ME ; SATORU GOJO, SUGURU GETO

synopsis; satoru shares the first snowfall of the year with the two people he loves most.

word count; 4.6k

contents; satoru gojo/reader/suguru geto (poly relationship!!), gn!reader, you're all whipped, reader referred to as spouse, fluff fluff fluff!!, sickeningly domestic, just comfy vibes all around, mostly from satoru’s pov, suguru has a favorite (its you) (but also not really he just likes bullying toru <3), satoru gojo may or may not have unresolved mommy issues

a/n; happy satosugu holidays to those who celebrate <33 geto died today isnt that crazy. dont u think its fucked up how love figuratively and literally killed him. anyway! help urself to two very whipped husbands <33

”holy shit!”

the raspy tilt of satoru’s voice echoes throughout the bedroom, stirring you from your comfortable slumber. a soft groan spills from suguru’s lips, deep and husky, as he pulls you closer into his embrace — smoothing a warm palm down the back of your head. trying to soothe you back to sleep, muttering under his breath.

”satoru, it’s too early for this...”

”it’s snowing!” said man continues, unperturbed. unmistakably giddy. he’s standing by the window, hands pressed flush against the cold glass; entirely entranced by the sight in front of his cerulean eyes.

your eyelids begin to flutter. a tiny tug of your subconscious, a pang of something excited flowing through your veins, an alert to your sleepy brain.

(snowing.)

with groggy movements, you wriggle out of suguru’s grasp — a displeased grumble leaves his throat, almost a whine — allowing you to scramble out of bed. ”really?” you chirp, rubbing the sleep from beneath your eyes. a raspy, meek little voice spilling into the air.

satoru grins, watching you move closer, watching as a tiny gasp pushes past your lips. watching as your droopy eyes widen — brightening, glittering, starlight and snowflakes painted on the interior of your iris. a breathtaking sight, he thinks.

maybe even more breathtaking than the winter wonderland reflected in it; beyond the pure opaque frosting of the window’s glass, out into your backyard, buried beneath a thick layer of snow. soft and fluffy, covering the city, suguru’s long-frozen tulip garden, the bare branches of your apricot tree. every roof in sight. all of it dyed a pure white, glittering in the light of a morning sun yet to fully rise, tiny snowflakes descending down to earth.

it’s beautiful.

satoru loves winter. he always has, he thinks. it comes to him as a memory — blurred at the edges, gleaming even still, the first time he saw those snowflakes up close. someone held him in their arms, he recalls. a warmth long faded.

all he can properly remember is that sight. one that knocked the breath from out his tiny lungs, all glitter and something almost other-worldly, something frightening in its majesty. like it broke through a rift in the stratosphere.

the first snow of the year.

and he’s loved it ever since; the soft crunch of snow beneath his feet, an air heavy with the scent of cinnamon and candied apples, bouts of laughter to be heard from faraway apartments. red and green glimmers of artificial light, sweet frosting on the christmas cake he would always gobble up alone in his room. the cold wind, nipping at his bare fingers — a reminder of his capacity for ache.

there are lots of things to love. lots of memories to cherish. and every single year, he gets the chance to make more.

like this; the light in your eyes, the smile on your face, the excitement in how hurriedly you turn to meet his giddy gaze. a nostalgic kind of joy simmering in the space between you.

and before either of you know it, satoru’s pulling you towards the hallway, intent on dragging you outside to see it all up close. almost tripping over his agumon plush, lying unassumingly on the floor, kicked off the bed once again.

(probably by satoru himself, though he’ll always insist it was suguru’s doing. overcome by his jealousy, surely, unable to stand the sight of his cute husband cuddling up to a plushie instead of him. satoru understands, he does — he feels the same when he sees you hug that 3’0 cat plushie of yours.

and, sure, maybe once or twice he’s been lucid enough to register the subconscious kick of his leg and agumon’s subsequent fall to the floor — but he’ll still blame suguru in the morning. if only to see the way said man rolls his eyes, clicks his tongue, maybe flicks his forehead if he’s really lucky.)

high on the spirit of christmas, spurred on by childlike elation and sleep-deprivation, you stumble towards the door. satoru pulls one of his jackets over your shoulders, delighting in the way your hands don’t fully reach through the sleeves. wrapping you up in a cozy scarf when suguru shouts at you both to dress warmly, barely awake and already tired of your antics.

and the moment you step through the door, satoru is engulfed by it. that mystical, mystical feeling.

a little lonely, a little too satisfying to pass up. a cold breeze that nips at his fingertips, snowflakes that brush against his cheeks and stick to his white lashes. a warm hand in his, as you cling to his side, shuddering — but smiling, as you look up at the sky, putting a hand out just to feel the snowflakes melt against the skin of your palm.

he feels you let go of him, but doesn’t mention it. a little too mesmerized to tug you back. dipping his toes into the bittersweet nostalgia of it all, staring at the flurry of white all around you, the skeletal branches of your apricot tree. suguru’s poor tulips. humming a jolly tune, subconsciously. a little delighted.

— until something cold and wet hits the exposed skin of his neck.

satoru twitches, a chilling shudder trickling down his spine. the snowball just thrown at him begins to melt, droplets sticking to his nape, and he turns to you with a raise of his brow. a devilish grin on his lips, when he hears your muffled laughter, sees the crinkle of your eyes.

(you’re cute, he thinks. but you need to be humbled.)

”oh, so that’s how you wanna play?” he drawls, eyes gleaming with amusement. taking a step forward, reaching down to gather some snow in his palm. a wide grin on his glossy lips. ”fine by me.”

he's fast, but you act quickly, running towards the apricot tree with laughter in your throat. feeling the pitter patter of your heartbeat resound in your ears, as the snowball misses its mark by just a hair — and you waste no time in making your own.

it’s a hard-fought duel. snowfall blocking your vision, nerves beginning to numb, red cheeks and runny noses as you chase each other with giddy breaths. unfortunately for you, satoru’s arms are unfairly long, fingers unfairly nimble, and his stamina never even seems to falter.

so before long, your energy begins to dwindle. chest heaving, hands too cold to form a proper snowball, while your husband seems like he hasn’t even broken a sweat. they just keep on coming, snowball after snowball colliding with the fabric of your jacket, and when one of them hits your collarbone you squeal — falling backwards, right into a fresh pile of snow.

satoru moves forward, a triumphant smirk on his handsome face. you’re out of breath, and your hands are red, and he’s fairly certain you’re gonna catch a cold. suguru’s going to scold him, but right now all he can think of is you. the frown you’re wearing, the little huff that slips from your lips.

”ready to admit defeat, sweetheart?” he practically purrs, standing above you with his hands on his hips. smug. and you grin right back.

”never.”

a hum. something glimmers in his eyes, a devious little glint, and you come to regret your decision when satoru gathers a heap of snow with his overgrown arms; only to drop it all on top of you. too tired to fight back, all you can do is shield your face, silently accepting your fate.

a shiver wracks through your body, and satoru almost feels bad. just a tiny bit. but then you finally relent, murmuring bitterly under your breath. ”fine, fine…” a soft pout forms on your lips. ”you win.”

and satoru smiles. crouching down to meet you at eye level, on his knees in front of you. there’s a teasing mirth in his eyes, when he reaches out to cup the fat of your cheek. ”that’s all i wanted to hear, sweet pea,” he drawls, trying not to giggle when you exaggeratedly roll your eyes.

his voice curls down an octave when he continues, leaning forward to brush his nose against yours. hot breath against your chilled skin. ”now, for my prize…”

his lips meet yours, sweet and chaste — a little cheeky. you scoff into the kiss, but satoru’s smile only grows. honeyed, a little bit adoring. his tongue flits out to lick at your cold bottom lip.

he lingers, for a bit. like he’s trying to savour the way you taste, faded strawberry chapstick sticking to his lips, smudged against your own. and you sigh, softly, melting a little, comforted by the fleeting warmth that blossoms on your face.

when he's finally satisfied, having dragged his prize out to its completion, satoru helps you up. brushing snowflakes off your jacket, cradling your ice-cold hands in his. they’re not faring much better, but a worried tug of his heartstrings compels him to warm you up. bringing them to his lips, hot breath fanning over your skin, tender little kisses against the knots of your knuckles.

you can’t help but blush, and a raspy chuckle flows from out his lips.

hazy morning sunshine licks at the branches of the apricot tree behind you, illuminating the contours of your face, the shine of his eyes. a blue smudge on a canvas painted white and gray. the air smells of pine cones and something smokey, crisp. it courses through his burning lungs when he inhales, exhales, a breath of vapour that scatters up into the sky.

satoru loves winter. always has. but now, he’s certain he loves it even more.

because now, he has two people to share it with. two people to drag out into the snow, two people whose hands he can tenderly warm up, two people who’ll laugh and sigh at his antics and still indulge him. two people to pelt with snowballs.

what more could a man want?

”hey, idiots!”

the voice that echoes throughout the air is exasperated, a little teasing. yet fond. suguru’s got his hair tied into a messy half done bun, black turtleneck sweater enunciating his broad chest and the curve of his waist. there’s a fatigue in his eyes, the creases of his face, but a lazy smile is playing at his lips.

”i’m making breakfast,” he shouts, voice deep and smokey and soft even still. ”come in and warm up before you catch a cold.”

”is that any way to speak to your husband and spouse?” satoru chimes back, a melodic lilt to his sugarsweet voice. something satisfied. pleased.

suguru shoots him an unimpressed look, but his eyes soften. melting a little, at the words that spill from satoru’s lips, as if they were always meant to be there.

(husband. spouse. suguru wills himself not to smile.)

with matching grins on your faces, the two of you stumble back towards the door. snow crunching beneath your feet, a happy noise pushing past your lips when you collide with the warmth of your husband’s chest.

”look, suguru. isn’t it pretty?” you chirp, smiling brightly. an expression he mirrors — brushing some snow from the top of your head, warm palms caressing your cold skin, setting a mental reminder to scold satoru later. sparing a brief glance at the snowy veil over reality.

then he exhales. a fond hum. ”it is.”

satoru joins you both by the door, stretching out his lanky limbs. tousled hair, wet strands sticking to his skin, reddened cheeks and a signature pout. ”suguru, my hands are cold,” he whines. ”warm ’em up for me?”

a click of his tongue. ”should’ve put some gloves on, satoru.”

a hum buzzes in your throat, and you put your hands out. itchy, a little dry. a sad frown tugs at your lips when you speak. ”my hands are also cold.”

and, like clockwork, suguru’s eyes soften. a coo tiptoeing on his tongue, engulfing your hands in his larger ones. ”aw, c’mere, my love…” his breath fans over your frozen fingertips. ”let’s get you warmed up, hm?”

satoru gasps, a hand on his chest, and you stifle a giggle. he’s acting, you both know, being a little drama queen. he knows you’re just exaggerating suguru’s double standard as a bit, that your husband would probably set himself on fire to warm either of you up.

despite that, his voice comes out thoroughly offended. ”oh, i see how it is,” he huffs, walking past the both of you. pouting deeply. ”you hate me. you hate me, and you want me to die. i understand.”

”satoru,” you coo. he hmphs, but stills, waiting for you to wrap your arms around him. and you do — a little too eager to appease your giant baby of a husband.

”we’re just joking around,” you assure him, holding back a humorous chuckle. squeezing his waist with palpable fondness. ”love you sooo much. you know that.”

satoru stays silent. but he cranes his neck, to meet suguru’s gaze, standing just behind him. narrowing his cobalt eyes — a meaningful look.

suguru sighs.

”yes, yes. we love you oh so much.” he takes a step forward, ruffling the white head of hair by the door. a lazy smile on his lips. ”now behave and go change out of your pyjamas. they’re soaked.”

his voice is teasing. exasperated, more than a little condescending. but it’s suguru, so satoru accepts it — following you both into the warmth of your home. the scent of cinnamon and vanilla hangs heavy in the air, a hint of espresso and firewood, lulling him into a sweet state of tranquility. rich with comfort, safety.

he changes out of his wet clothes, pulling a black hoodie over his head before waltzing into the kitchen. and you do the same, emerging from your bedroom in one of suguru’s cozy sweaters, knitted and smelling of bergamot.

when suguru notices, his gaze shifts into something fond. palpable. a look satoru always finds in the scope of those warm eyes, amber and cedar bleeding into something sweet, only ever directed at the two of you. a look said man assumes goes unnoticed. he’s not as slick as he thinks.

the kitchen simmers with hazy sunlight and gentle movements, something sleepy and kind. satoru is a little bit enamored with it; from bowls of cat food by the corner, to camellias by the windowsill, cookie jars and dried lemon slices, the fading scent of baked goods and wishlists stuck to the fridge.

(yours and satoru’s are filled with scribbles, new ideas popping up daily, while suguru’s is almost entirely blank; mostly necessities, one or two things he’d like for himself.

and then, of course, the same thing he writes at the top of his wishlist every year; some peace and quiet.)

suguru shuffles around the kitchen, long strands of black hair cascading down his back, swaying with his movements. he sends you both an affectionate glance when you step in, already in the process of making satoru his cup of hot chocolate — topped with marshmallows and whipped cream, colorful sprinkles in the shape of tiny stars, a touch of cinnamon. satoru licks his lips.

when it's finished, the cup is promptly handed to him, paired with a tender kiss to his forehead. and suguru starts the meticulous brewing of your coffee, steady hands, finely chosen coffee beans, the low purring of the espresso machine. soothing.

that’s when you attach yourself to his back. wrapping your arms around his waist, a sleepy yawn muffled into the fabric of his turtleneck. he places a big palm on your hand, thumb smoothing over your knuckle, and you nuzzle into him silently. suguru smiles.

”still sleepy, baby?” he questions, a coo on the tip of his tongue. his voice is soft, palpably so, buzzing with warmth and safety and something that makes you want to stay cuddled up to him forever.

satoru senses an opportunity to insert himself into the conversation, and forces out a yawn of his own. stretching his limbs like a big cat, blinking drowsily, eyelashes fluttering. hoping it’ll come off as endearing. ”mhm.”

but suguru shoots him an unimpressed look. ”not you,” he tuts, patting your arm, ”this baby. i wasn’t asking you.”

a pout. ”why are you so mean to me?” he whines, shooting you a doe-eyed look. bottom lip jutting out slightly, a feigned glassiness to his eyes. ”sweetie, tell your husband to stop being so mean to me.”

you smile. indulgent, as always. ”don't be so mean to him, suguru. you know he’s sensitive.”

a sigh. deep, tinged with exhaustion. satoru shares an amused look with you — stifling a shared chuckle at suguru’s exasperation.

and suddenly, he feels something warm flutter in his ribcage. a sunkissed butterfly, wings brushing against his ribs, coaxing his lips into curling up. unmistakable fondness, almost too much to bear. the need to reach out and touch you creeps up on him, a hunger he can’t deny, but he holds back; you look comfy like that, curled up against suguru’s spine. so he only inches closer, without a word.

his husband casts him a glance, but satoru stays silent. lips pursed, waiting for something. patient.

and suguru relents. he reaches a hand out, to tuck a stray strand of white hair behind his ear — an excuse to touch him. a silent apology.

(i'm sorry, you big baby.)

satoru grins.

you shift from foot to foot, leaning over to see what suguru is doing, pressing buttons and taking two ceramic cups out from a wall cabinet. your eyes zero in on a particular shelf, narrowing in suspicion, before flitting over to meet your husband’s gaze.

”satoru, did you use up all my peppermint sweeteners again?”

he stiffens. just a tad, before swallowing a gulp — followed by a silly chuckle, sheepish and performative, eager to wiggle his way out of your cold gaze. ”… which sweeteners do you mean, honey?”

”don’t pull the ’honey’ card.”

”and don’t play dumb, either.”

a pout crosses his lips. betrayed. ”suguru, who’s side are you even on?”

said man gives him a look. that one look, characteristically suguru, the same one he always sends satoru’s way. one so thoroughly unimpressed it makes him feel like the world’s biggest clown.

and satoru plays along. your dutiful, beloved clown, his posture wilting like a sad flower. suguru exhales through his nose.

”don’t steal their sweeteners.” he smooths a thumb over your knuckle, absentminded, meeting the cold metal of the ring on your finger. smiling a little at the sensation. ”buy your own.”

satoru huffs, drawn out and childish. crossing his arms, leaning against the kitchen counter. ”ah, i see how it is. leaving your sweet husband to buy his own sweeteners?” he clicks his tongue. ”chivalry is dead.”

you bite back a little chuckle — satoru recognizes the cute noise you make when you do — and suguru rolls his eyes. fondly, always. ”remind me next time i go to the store and i’ll consider it.”

”hmph.”

suguru is smiling. it’s small, but genuine, worth a thousand words. and you are, too, the vague crinkle of your eyes giving you away. even as you bury your face in the curve of suguru’s back.

and ah, satoru thinks. there it is again.

that sickeningly sweet sense of deja vu; the sensation of a certain something flourishing deep inside his chest. warming him up, trickling through his frost-bitten veins. that one little itch he never manages to satisfy, that never goes away, something that took root inside his heart years ago — watered by the sweet looks on your faces.

this everyday slice of heaven, right in front of him, that he’s been greedily partaking in ever since he moved in with you. since he married you.

(married.)

sometimes he still can’t believe it.

”it’ll be done in a minute,” suguru hums, and satoru blinks. broken out of his syrupy stupor. ”you two go wait by the kotatsu, okay? must be cold, poor babies.”

and, as always, his voice is a little teasing. a tiny bit condescending, if you really strain your ears, in typical suguru fashion. but it’s laced with a touch of sweetness; one that would be too much for either of you to stomach, if it were to drip out of his lips with nothing to water it down. so satoru accepts it. welcomes it, even.

and you follow his suggestion. making your way towards the living room, satoru trailing behind you, continuously enamored by every little thing he sees. every little piece of the home you’ve built for yourselves.

your living room is cozy. several potted plants seated here and there, a thick quilt to cover the kotatsu, a bowl of satsumas on top of it. a sleepy cat on your couch, golden sunshine ruffling her fur. a santa hat lies beside her, and satoru snags it without much thought. pulling it over his head.

his gaze shifts to the christmas tree over in the corner, eyes filling with a childlike kind of wonder. it’s decorated to completion, weighed down by colourful ornaments and lights, a star at the very top. suguru cut it himself, bringing the biggest and prettiest one he could find back home.

(satoru had gone with him. partially to help carry it back, mostly to get a glimpse of suguru's biceps flexing with the swing of the axe. he’s a simple man.)

and beneath it, presents are already beginning to pile up. carefully wrapped, in bows and silken paper, growing more each day. shattering suguru’s hopes of maybe having a more lowkey christmas this year — but satoru couldn’t be more relieved. this is the only time of year you let him get away with pampering you both to his heart’s content.

a smile blooms on his lips. he plops down on the floor, crossing his legs, right as suguru walks in with a coffee pot in hand. their gazes overlapping.

and something mischievous begins to brew within the blue of his eyes, something that makes suguru narrow his own. satoru pats his thigh, twice, a coo on the tip of his tongue. santa hat sitting pointedly on top of his head, fluffing up his hair.

”c’mere, suguru! sit on santa’s lap.”

”— you’re disgusting.”

the words are playful, but a pout still slips into the curve of satoru’s lips, and he huffs out a displeased little breath. his husband pretends not to hear it, so satoru turns to you — sitting so prettily to his right, already anticipating his next move. puppy dog eyes on full display, he gives you a soft tilt of his head, snowy tufts of hair falling over his eyes.

and you sigh, in what he knows is resignation. his faux pout turning into a satisfied grin.

you curl up in satoru’s lap without much of a fuss, letting him circle his arms around you. an indulgent smile rests on your lips, but he knows you love this; his broad chest against your back, the heat of the kotatsu warming your feet. breathing in the fading scent of your shampoo, he leaves a peck on the sensitive spot right behind your ear, and you try not to shudder.

then satoru smiles. squeezing you, lightly, sweetly, eyes rich with honeyed affection. voice dripping with playful endearment. ”there we go,” he coos. ”what does my angel want for christmas, hm?”

”i want you to stop stealing my peppermint sweeteners,” comes your answer. instantaneous.

silence fills the room. a moment passes. outside your frosted windows, a bird takes flight from the branches of your apricot tree. and satoru clicks his tongue.

”… santa can only do so much, baby.”

two deep scoffs fill the air, heavy and bemused. one from you, one from suguru. satoru only giggles.

”just kidding!” he chirps, planting a kiss on the top of your head. ”don’t you worry. santa’ll give you all the peppermint sweeteners you could ever want.”

you raise a brow, exhaling amusedly. craning your head to meet his gaze. ”and he won’t end up using them all himself?”

”of course not! blasphemy.”

a moment passes.

”… maybe one or two. as a treat.”

a string of protests slips from your lips, and satoru tries not to burst into a fit of giggles. suguru just watches, silently, smiling lightly as he pours hot coffee into two ceramic cups. steam wafting up to the ceiling, a cat jumping down from the couch to curl up in his lap. he places one in front of you, not taking a single sip of his own until he hears you hum blissfully at the taste — pink lips against white ceramic. a bitter taste on his tongue, sweetened by your approval.

then he starts peeling three satsumas, absentmindedly, and satoru swallows down the love-ridden honey choking up the back of his throat. pretending the domesticity of such a simple action doesn’t melt his heart down to the marrow.

he turns his attention towards the window. frost sticking to the glass like spider-woven webs, soon to be melted by the glow of the mellow winter sunrays. flitting in through the curtains, cascading over the room, splattering across the floorboards. framing the hue of your hair, the smile on suguru’s lips.

and a memory comes to him. sudden, hazy, faded at the edges. ghosting his subconscious.

he remembers the frost, the biting wind, the frightening majesty of the snow that fell that day. breaking into his world through a rift in the stratosphere. he remembers the contrasting warmth of the person who held him, who cradled him close; the soft lull of a woman’s voice.

for a moment, satoru thinks he can almost, almost see it before him. hear those gentle words, see her tired smile. why was she always so tired?

(look, satoru. isn’t it pretty?)

— he can’t recall how it sounded. if it was melodic and soft, or raspy and broken, happy or sad. but he does recall that it made him feel safe. safe enough to find comfort in a sight so other-worldly, so very foreign.

it should’ve been frightening, but it wasn’t. the first snowfall satoru ever saw knocked the breath from out his lungs, stole his heart with cold hands, left him with a suffocating nostalgia. but the memory is precious.

and now, he feels that sense of other-worldliness in this; a kotatsu for three, a warm house, peeled satsumas and promises of a christmas cake soon to be baked. one lovely spouse in his lap, the other gazing at him with that fond look he always assumes goes unnoticed. a cocoon of safety — a ghost he doesn’t need to chase anymore.

warmth. enough warmth to make up for the snow and frost outside your home, all the experiences he missed out on as a child. warmth, warmth, warmth. funny, how that happens to be satoru’s favorite thing about winter.

he looks at the two of you, hoping you won’t pay any mind to his silence. for once, he hopes you’ll stay wrapped up in your awful, awful coffee, so bitter that just looking at it makes his throat feel dry. just so he can get away with admiring you for a little longer. from the contours of suguru’s face, to the skin of your collarbone, to the rings on your fingers. ones he put there himself.

and ah, satoru thinks, there it is again. again and again, as always, forever. that warm, warm feeling flourishing in the depths of his chest.

he hopes it never goes away.

#genuinely fucked up that suguru geto isnt in my kitchen rn </3 #i just think sugu is such a caretaker. makes u breakfast and peels ur satsumas w/o u even asking. bc it makes him happy :’3 hes so Mother #i think he lowkey gets just a little bit uncomfortable when u or gojo try to do the same for him… he likes doting on u #but obv he deserves to be pampered too!! just gotta ease him into it #and i think gojo has a hole in his heart where love should be. bc he wasnt given enough as a child #im not sure what to think when it comes to his parents (since we know literally nothing abt them) but...#the idea of him finding some comfort in the memory of his mom…. maybe not realizing that he misses her…..… i think its very sad. and good.#listened to ricky montgomery while writing this i think it mightve healed me #geto suguru x you #geto suguru x reader #geto suguru x y/n #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x you #gojo satoru x y/n #gojo x reader #geto x reader #geto x reader x gojo #gojo fluff #geto fluff #satosugu x reader #satosugu x you #satosugu x y/n #jjk fluff #jjk x reader #……… thats… a lot of tags.

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harukyuu2 · 4 months ago

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Hellooo I really like your works especially the alnst ones!! ><, so can I request a Ivan, Luka, and Till x Anemic!s/o?? and could you make hcs and scenarios for each one? Tysmm! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

⋆·˚ ༘ *╰┈➤ ❝Dont fall if it isnt for me!!❞

♡ Ivan, Till, Luka x Anemic!Reader -> Gn Reader, fluff, headcanons + small scenario, the alien of Reader is implied to be abusive

↳ Till is the type to… ༉‧₊˚✧

♡ Poor baby is always keeping an eye on you because he cant stand the thought of you fainting :(

♡ At first, he thought the reason you were so pale and cold all the time was that your guardian probably kept you caged up— he wasnt entirely wrong, that was true but it was also because you were anemic!

♡ Once he finds out? He acts calm, but in the inside he is 24/7 trying to take care of you, more if you two are still on ANAKT GARDEN

♡ He will ask you to keep your trainings easy and calm, would give you part of his food even if he recieves barely anything and would try to take naps with you if you ever felt tired (practically always)

♡ Anyways, Till isnt too sure how to help out with your anemia, but he'll be at your side! -> Literally would throw hands with the aliens for you if they are exploiting you while you feel dizzy

"Reader..."

Till called you while he watched you practice, he already told you to take it easy three times but yet you continued dancing and singing— you felt out of yourself by now but if you didnt learn this choreo, you didnt want to know what your guardian could do to you...

"N-not now Till, i have to learn this" - You say with a shaky breath trying to focus even if your gaze was blurry and your heart was starting to beat faster.

Till, letting out a frustrated sigh, finally stood up from where he was sitting. - "Stop being dense, I dont want you to—" - Before he could finish his lecture, you tripped, your vision going pitch black for a moment. He was quick to catch you, even as you practically fell into him

You two were on the floor for a moment, your head resting in Till's shoulder until his shaky hand decided to caress your hair finally— with a sigh, he tried to calm the red from his face while you leaved a small laugh, even if you felt tired he kept you close and that made you happy, deciding to finally hear his lecture.

"Youre so stupid...atleast rest like this a moment, alright? I'll protect you from your guardian if he acts like a dumbass...i promise."

↳ Ivan is the type to… ༉‧₊˚✧

♡ This boy is always analyzing you, so that means the moment he knows you have anemia, is the moment he tried to find books about it

♡ He would try EVERYTHING to make your situation better. Bad diet? Yeah, you can have his, he always gets good food. Lack of sun? He would try to get you out and get some with the excuse of doing photoshoots or something!

♡ If you ever felt tired (most of the time better said) he is the first one to make you sit down and rest while talking nonstop the symptoms of anemia so you stay still

♡ He cuddles you a lot! If you feel embarassed of always being cold, no worries— i think he is just as cold as you are! So seek warm together <3

♡ Your personal reminder to take care of you, literally everyday he will try his best for you to feel better! And you better listen to him, because if you're overworking yourself instead of paying attention to him, he'll just drag you to rest.

"Okaay, so you eated good today! We can have a little break and then i can help you practice your vocals on that song—" - Ivan was interrupted by you standing abruptly, but he kept that smile that showed his fang always

"No, i should train now and uhh..." - You tried to end the sentence, but standing quickly got consequences for you, making the dizziness appear while your gaze stumbled

Ivan noticed and just leaved a small laugh, even if he heard your grumbles, he made you climb onto his back so you could rest while he walked

"C'monn, lets rest a little and then i'll help you practice, you have to hear me you know! Just...dont throw on me"

With that being said, Ivan dragged you against a tree, hoping the artificial sun of ANAKT GARDEN would help you while he hummed your song, talking about how pretty it would sound once you sang it.

↳ Luka is the type to… ༉‧₊˚✧

♡ Poor baby is so head over heels for you that he thought for a moment that maybe giving his blood to you would help :( Like, when you two were childs, he hitted his mouth thinking that blood would help you

♡ Listen, he has tons of things to check his health state too. He would try to see if any of them could help you

♡ Even if you had clones, he isnt letting you go. So, with his little knowledge from books, he would start taking care of you even if its pretty harsh or indirect with his lectures ♡ Would try to share his food with you, fails successfully because his ass is a big eater. Still, he always tries to make sure you're eating well, and when you dont, he'll call you out on it. If its because the aliens dont give you enough? He'd let you bite him to calm the hunger

♡ He isnt the most healthy person either, so he understands you when youre tired or dizzy. He was always forced to continue training even when he feels like that, but for you he'd force you to take it easy "Lukaaa...c'mon we have to learn this or else were gonna fail the collab!" - You say crossing your arms while Luka gazed boredly at you Even if you felt a little dizzy by now, your guardian managed to get you a collab with Luka! An important event since he was known as the ruler of the stage. The bad thing for both of you? it counted with a choreo and you urged to learn it well to not be punished for a mistake during the collab, even if it meant overworking yourself.

Luka sighed, standing up and putting his hands on your shoulders - "Dont be stupid, i know you didnt have a big meal today and by the look of your eyes youre kinda dizzy, arent you? Im giving you the chance to rest, just take it." Seeing the small guilt and worry in your averted gaze made him feel something— you always make him feel something, dont you? He sighed again, rolling his eyes as he took your wrist, guiding you towards his messy room, filled with things for his health and papers all over the floor. With a swift move, he managed to lay you on his bed, and without hesitation, he joined you, hugging you close, his head resting on your shoulder without thinking too much about it "Stay here— you dont want to faint, do you? So use your head for a moment and cuddle with me..."

You sighed, letting him win the argument as always as you resigned to caress his hair. Maybe you can train later, now you have a new task in hand— that a sleepy Luka doesnt end up confusing you for something sweet and bitting you!

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Getaway Car (Part 2)

Pairing: Manny Alvarez x GN!Reader, Joel Miller x Platonic!reader, Ellie Williams x Platonic!Reader

Summary: After a tough escape to Jackson, you end up getting taken in by none other than Joel Miller. Still hurt by Manny's actions and the heartbreak, you discover for the first time what it means to be surrounded by family since you were 14 years old. And you'd do anything to save this family, but you were still holding out hope for your love to come back home.

Warnings: Cursing, Angst, Hurt/Comfort from Joel, Joel is a father to Reader, Reader misses Manny so much, Mentions of Depression and Panic Attacks, Death, Blood, Gore, Starvation, Joel Miller Is Saved, Reader hates Abby and the group, Manny begs for forgiveness, reunions, that’s all i think!

AN: this part includes: how did Reader build relationships with joel, Ellie and the others. And ofcourse the incident and how Reader saves joel. I’m deciding to split this into three parts now because this is just inspiring me sm. (Sorry if this isnt good I’m editing this at 4 am help)

PS: I don't know anything about the game, my characterisation is based off the wiki information, the show and my own imagination. Plus, I headcanoned the QZ where they first met as Miami because that's Danny's hometown.

Somewhere near Jackson, 2023

You don’t know where you are or what day it was- all you knew that you had to keep going—you had to keep moving and stay vigilant. Max, your beloved horse, was a strong and supportive companion in your lonely journey. You thought he might’ve sensed your heart ache somehow as he would nuzzle closer to you every time you touched foreheads. In return, you made sure to find food and shelter for him, if not for you, as you were too depressed and tired to think about your own health.

Travelling solo across the country was triggering, as you were reminded of the time that you were on the run with your parents. And since then, you were always accompanied by Manny or the others. When you camped down at night, you kept yourself awake by revisiting all the happy moments with your Manny or by crying over him. The way he caressed your head when you were sleeping, the way he held your hands, the way he would crack jokes to cheer you up, his stories from back home—everything. You missed his scent, you missed that he wasn’t here to warm you up in the biting cold at night. You knew he must be losing his mind right now, the inability to protect you and not being able to see you making him insane. But you also knew you had to do this. For you, and as a human being.

The journey wasn't easy. You had some encounters with clickers and managed to roughly escape some raiders with minimal injuries. You tried your best not to stay at one place for a long time and even if you did, you would either hide out in high rise buildings or abandoned homes. Somewhere that had four walls to protect you and Max. Camping out in the open sent your mind went into overdrive as even the smallest of sounds sent you over the edge. So you tried your best to avoid open spaces. All of this was taking a toll on you mentally as you grew more and more paranoid, Manny’s smiling face in the back of your mind was the only thing that kept you alive.

According to the map, you were closer to Jackson now, the thought keeping you motivated to keep pushing. You hadn’t had a proper meal in days. You felt dehydrated and hungry, the feeling of exhaustion taking you back to when you were 14. You tried focusing your eyes in front of you, lazily guiding Max, but you could feel that fuzzy feeling in your head, your eyes slipping shut and your hands constantly dropping the reins, the crisp and cold air making it harder to focus. Max nodded his head and tried to get your attention with a grunt, but you were too far gone and you eventually passed out against his mane, leaving him grunting and neighing, standing still on the spot until he heard someone approach.

Jackson, 2023

“Joel! I see a horse!”, Ellie yelled out to get Joel’s attention. Joel rushed over to Ellie’s side. “You see someone on it?” “I don’t think so, can’t see properly from here.”

Joel nodded and slowly made his way over to the horse, his gun raised and a hand asking Ellie to stay behind the bushes. As he approached the horse, he noticed how the horse kept nodding his head and tried to turn his head behind, as if asking Joel to look over there. Joel held out a hand to soothe the horse and that’s when he noticed someone passed out on the horse’s back.

“Hey, easy, easy. That’s it, that’s a good boy”, he cooed to the horse to calm him down and walked over to check on you. You looked…bad, to put it simply. Your skin was pale, clothes dirtied and you looked sickly because of the lack of food and water. Joel furrowed his eyebrows- he could tell you had come alone, all the way to Jackson, from somewhere far and he understood that the moment he took a look at you. You carried a single backpack, probably filled with essentials only, no visible weapons on you or anything suspicious. You looked young, Joel noted- must be in your late 20s.

Joel stuffed his gun back into the holster and shook you by the shoulders, “Hey- hey, kid? You okay?” You stirred a little at his voice but you were so weak that you slipped from the saddle. Joel immediately caught you in his arms and carefully got you down from the horse. “Fuck- hey-Ellie!”, Joel grunted out. Ellie rushed out from her hiding place and came over to support your legs and helped Joel lift you in his arms.

“Shit, are they okay?”, Ellie asked in concern, taking in your pale and fragile form. Your head lolled into Joel’s chest and he let out a sigh.

“No idea. Likely dehydrated and passed out from exhaustion. Don’t see any injuries or nothin’”, eyebrows furrowed in concern, Joel looked you over once again. You stirred lightly against him, your eyes blearily opened and tried to focus on the person holding you. “Manny…”, you slurred out, Joel strained his good ear to hear you clearly, but to no avail as you were delirious and your speech unclear.

“They’re out of it. We need to take ‘em to the clinic right away. You take the horse to the stables, have him checked, okay?”, Joel instructed Ellie and she nodded her head before carefully taking away Max with her. Joel hoisted you up in his arms and made his way over to the clinic.

You woke up to a persistent beeping. The first things you noticed were that your head was pounding, your body aching all over, mouth feeling like someone had stuffed cotton in it and you felt a soft surface under your body. Opening your heavy eyes took a lot of effort, your vision blurry and your mind confused about your whereabouts. When you finally managed to focus your eyes, you noticed the room you were in, it looked like a hospital room and you were lying on a bed. Your initial reaction was to panic, thinking the Fireflies or FEDRA managed to capture you somehow. Your heart rate shot up on the monitor and the nurse came over to soothe you, “it’s okay, relax. You’re safe, I promise.”

You opened your mouth and winced at how dry it was, licking your dry lips to get some moisture back. The nurse seemed to notice this and offered you a glass of water, which you drank gratefully. “Where….am I?”, you managed to croak out in a scratchy voice. The nurse gave you a sympathetic smile, “You’re in Jackson, sweetheart. You were out for a full day.”

You paused. You reached Jackson? You actually managed to reach Jackson? Your eyes immediately filled up with tears out of relief. And then you remembered Max. “M-my, my horse? Where is he? Is he okay-” “Yes, he’s alright! We got him checked, he’s healthy. Joel and Ellie saved you, honey. You looked very weak, they found you passed out on your horse. Thank god Joel decided to bring you here right away”, the nurse struck an idle conversation while she checked your vitals.

You froze. Joel saved you? The person whose arms you felt was him?

“W-where is he?”, you whispered. “Ah, must be home right now. He was here to check on you this morning. He’s said he will come back before dinner. And what’s your name, honey?”

You swallowed, your throat swelling up with emotion and gratitude. “Okay, thank you. I’m (Name)”, you replied to the nurse in a soft voice. She flashed you a smile and went back to writing something on her writing pad. You promptly fell asleep after that conversation, your body too exhausted to stay up.

The next time you opened your eyes, they fell on a shadow of a man next to you. For a moment, your foolish heart jumped, thinking it’s Manny but once you focused clearly on the man, you realised he wasn’t. Tall even when sitting, broad shoulders covered by a flannel, hair cropped yet messy, his face was handsome- aquiline nose looked like it was made especially for him, lines of age and gray hair marked his hair and stubble. He suddenly snapped his head up to look at you and your eyes were captivated by the brown pools of his eyes, their colour as rich as coffee and the way they shined with warmth and sadness at the same time.

“Oh, you’re up. How you feelin’ now?”, his low baritone echoed in the empty room. Your face must’ve expressed confusion and he cleared his throat to introduce himself, “Sorry, ‘m Joel. Found you by the perimeter fencing. And don’t worry, your horse is safe in the stable”, he reassured you in his smooth voice. Your eyes widened in realisation, “Joel?”, you breathed out, “T-thank you for saving my life. I’m sorry for coming into your town like that but I had no other option. I just- thank you, Joel.”

Joel’s face flashed with surprise. For someone who was probably traumatised from the journey, you were a very courteous person. Joel was kind of impressed and suspicious of your attitude. He’s had enough experience to know the cheap tactics of enemies, acting kind at first and striking later was a classic move. But he didn’t get that vibe from you. Here you were, exhausted and grateful with tears in your eyes, miles away from home and yet you looked like you wanted to be here.

Joel nodded his head, a look passing over his eyes, “Yeah. You rest now. The doctor said you’ll be discharged by today evening. You can ask the nurse if you wanna get somethin’ to eat, she’ll tell you the directions. And uh, you’ll have to debrief with Maria, the council head. Nothin’ serious, just normal stuff like where’d you come from n’ all that. Okay?”

Your face twisted in stress, the thought of going out in a community and facing people while knowing that you’re an Ex-Firefly was enough to send you into a panic attack. You weren’t sure how to proceed with this information and how would you talk to Joel about it. They’d shoot you then and there, you’re sure of that. Joel seemed to have sensed this, “Hey, kid, relax. Nobody’s gonna hurt ya. I’ll come with you, if you want. I’ll send Ellie to keep you company till then, okay?”, Joel tried to soothe you. You swallowed painfully, your throat still scratchy, and offered him a short nod.

Joel left your room and Ellie took over his place. You liked her right away, she was a really lovely and funny girl and so helpful, you thought you’d already made a friend in her. She helped you get discharged and kept you distracted with her idle chatter. “You wanna get something to eat? We can go to the canteen to have something, it’s dinner time anyway. Or you can come over to our-Joel’s house and eat there? He’s asked me to keep an eye on you, so”, she asked casually while helping you walk out of the room.

“Um-I don’t really want to…eat in front of everyone”, you replied hesitantly with a hoarse voice. You haven’t talked much since you got here. Ellie looked at you with sympathy, she understood that you felt uncomfortable to be around so many people after being alone for days. “Yeah, of course. I’ll drop you off at his house and get a plate for you, that okay?”. You nodded your head tersely.

The two of you made your way out of the clinic and a shadow appeared next to you. “How’re you feeling, kid?” Joel.

You looked up at him and gave him a weak smile. “I’m okay.”

“You goin’ somewhere?”, he asked Ellie and she explained that you weren't comfortable with eating in the canteen and wanted to be somewhere away from judging eyes. He seemed to contemplate for a moment before offering, “If ya want, you can come to my house. You'd give company to Ellie as well”, he mumbled that last part and looked at Ellie with hope in his eyes. Ellie side eyed him and shifted her gaze away, focusing on the street in front of her. Your eyebrows quirked in interest and you paused, is Ellie the same girl..?

You looked at him solemnly. “Is that okay with you? I can totally just eat in the canteen, I don’t mind”, you rushed to add, not wanting to impose in anyway. Ellie looked you and shot you a shocked smile, not expecting the formality, they didn’t see that often. Joel gave you a small nod. “Yeah, that’s okay. C’mon.”

Ellie left you with Joel and walked away to get you a plate of food. Joel watched her go in worry for a moment, and you two began walking towards his house. They had finally given you some layers to put on, the autumn breeze was crisp, making your face cold in a pleasant way. Joel didn’t talk much, only speaking when spoken to or when he had to lay out any information, and you were glad for it. Your mind was too noisy to make any conversation right now and your eyes were too busy taking in Jackson. This was an actual town. You still couldn’t believe it. The people, the laughter of children, smoke coming out of chimneys, wires overhead, a constant mumble of chatter around you- your ears were ringing. You haven’t heard or seen such a normal and mundane scene in years.

The wonder and overwhelm must’ve been clearly visible on your face because it got a chuckle out of Joel. You turned your head to look at him. “Swear Ellie had that exact same look on her face when we walked through the gates.” You froze at his words. If Ellie was with him when he came here, then- oh god. She was the girl who Jerry was operating on. You felt bile rise up your throat. She was so young. The gravity of the situation hit you harder and you felt your insides curl with anger at the Fireflies, at the WLF, at Abby and at...Manny.

You forced yourself to let out a chuckle, your cheeks warming up from embarrassment. “Haven’t seen so much…life around me before. I swear I might even hear the electricity buzzing through the wires”, you joked lightly. Joel gave you a half smile, “Yeah, I get that. We jus' got here as well, few weeks ago.” You swallowed in guilt at that but also grateful that him and Ellie could escape Salt Lake and settle down here. “Yeah? That’s-that’s great. I’m glad you found a place to settle down”, you replied in a quiet voice and Joel stared at you in question, sensing a slight change in your mood. He decided to let it go and chalked it up to you still recovering.

You two finally reached his house and you took a moment to just stand on the driveway to stare at it. This was a whole, functioning house. An actual house that wasn’t just a hideout or a shelter or some dilapidated building. A house that looked like someone lived in it and that sent a pang through your heart, wishing you had Manny next to you. This should’ve been you and Manny entering your own house, him cracking jokes and flirting with you while your giggles echoed through the garden. You don’t even know where he is right now or if he was even alive. That thought made your eyes well up with tears and your chest hurt.

Joel turned around to see that you had stood still on the driveway, seemingly in a trance. Eyes shining with tears, you couldn’t avert your gaze from the house. Joel furrowed his eyebrows. You were so out of it since you got here, not even speaking a word to anyone or complaining about anything, Joel thought that you must’ve experienced something so numbing that you had lost all your energy and spark—he could relate to that. The way you kept making them comfortable as if you weren’t the one who was new to their town and as if you didn’t need care, almost made him laugh, in a good way. You were a good kid, he thought, feeling his fatherly instincts take over. He made his way over to you to shake you out of your trance.

“(Name)?”, he lightly shook you by the shoulders and you jumped. He raised his hands up and stepped back from you. “It’s okay, we’re here. This is my house. You wanna come in?”. You blinked your eyes rapidly to get rid of the tears and curtly nodded your head, making your way towards his living room.

You got hit by a comforting warmth and a smell of coffee as soon as you stepped foot into his house. The dark interior making it look cosy, like a library. There were several paintings hung around the house and it was decorated in little knick knacks, the dining table and coffee table having two forgotten cups each and a blanket thrown over the couch. It was home. And you didn’t know him, but it somehow screamed Joel.

You took a deep breath in, inhaling the comforting scent of coffee and wood and closed your eyes in contentment. After living an unstable and rough life since you were 14, you finally had a place where you could be you. The apocalypse was still out there, but here? Here, you could pretend that everything was okay and here, you could wait for your love to come back home. Joel noticed your reaction and his eyes shined with sympathy, tossing a small smile towards your way.

"Uh-after you have your dinner, we'll have to drop you off at the courthouse right away. That okay?", Joel asked you, breaking you out of your trance. You nodded and he spoke up again. "I didn't ask before but, where'd you come from?"

You stiffened up. You weren't going to drop a bomb on him right away so you decided to lie, you knew you would regret this later because Joel was too sharp to miss it. "I-I’m from the Miami QZ. Before coming to Jackson, I was at the Denver QZ", you confessed shakily.

Joel furrowed his eyebrows in shock. "You came all the way from Miami and Denver alone? That's halfway across the country", he questioned you gruffly. You swallowed thickly, this was a mistake. Joel was way too wise and experienced to catch your lie, you knew that. "Uh-yeah. I mean- I was alone from Denver. Left behind the group I was travelling with…we had left Miami a few months ago for Denver."

Joel narrowed his eyes at you, "A group? Why would you leave your group behind?"

You cleared your throat before answering, "Well, I wanted something else. Didn't agree with their ways, so I decided to move on", you shrugged, your hands clenched in tight fists. Joel stared you down with that steely gaze of his and you almost faltered before he nodded his head. “Alright, well, Settle down.”

After Ellie came back, you had your food and you ate it in silence, minus the chatter and questions from Ellie. You noticed some tension between her and Joel but kept quiet because you had just met them. She asked you your name, where you were from, how did you find Jackson, and so on and you answered her questions sincerely, hiding some of the facts for now. She was such a curious kid, it made you sad to even think that if it wasn’t for Joel, she wouldn’t have been here. Her infectious energy even made someone as stoic as Joel let out some chuckles. You felt a clear bond between the two- Joel always looked at her with so much care and love that it made you jealous. You haven’t had a parental figure to look over you since you were 14. You missed them. You blinked away the tears and focused on your food before they walked you to the town courthouse.

There were 6-7 people sitting on the panel. And you assumed that the two people sitting in the middle were the heads of the council. “(Name)?”, the dark-skinned woman sitting in the middle addressed you. You squeezed your fingers together, shifted nervously in the chair. Clearing your throat, you finally spoke up, “Yes.”

“I’m Maria, Head Counselor of Jackson. This is Tommy and the rest of the council. We just want to ask you a few questions about you and how you came across Jackson, is that okay?” Your eyebrows raised in recognition, so this was Maria. You nodded and Maria begun, “Can you state your full name and age?”, you gave her your full name and age and observed as she wrote it down.

“Okay, do you mind telling us where are you from?”

“Yes, I-I was originally from the Miami QZ. But, had to move to Denver a few months ago due to overpopulation in the zone”, you confessed as if you had practiced this lie. Maria nodded her head but her eyebrows scrunched in confusion. “Wait, you traveled across the country alone?”

“No, I had a group with me from Miami to Denver. But I left them behind in Denver because I didn’t agree with their ways and I had learned about Jackson. Was tired of being on the run so…thought I might as well move on.”

The man next to her, Tommy, leaned forward and stared at you in question. You couldn’t help but notice that he looked a lot like Joel and Manny. “You sure you came here just to settle? No people following you or any other motives?”, his gruff voice echoed in the room.

You shook your head vehemently, “No! I came here alone and in peace. I just want a place to stay, lost my parents when I was 14 so I haven’t had a proper home or stable life since then. I totally understand if you don’t trust me but, I promise, I came here in peace”, you confessed truthfully. While yes, you had omitted certain parts of your life but you did want to escape to Jackson to live a peaceful life, hopefully with Manny, but you weren’t sure when would that wish come true. You didn’t tell them about the situation with Abby yet because you needed to talk to Joel, directly first. Involving the council meant you had to go through ‘legal’ processes and you didn’t need all that, nor did you have the energy for it.

Tommy looked at you for a moment before nodding his head in agreement and Maria let out a sigh. “Okay, we’ll have to check your pack before we hand it back to you. I’ll help you pick out a house after we’re done renovating. Till then, you can stay with Joel, if you want”, Maria offered. You simply nodded your head and they excused you. You couldn’t believe it- you were a member of this community now, you were torn between crying in happiness and sorrow. Ellie dropped you off at the house before promptly leaving to hang out with her friends.

There was a pit in your stomach because of the lies that you told in the court but you had decided that you would speak to Joel right away. You stepped into the living room and called out for him, “Joel?”, you walked over to the hallway and called out once more, “Joel? Are you home?”, you noticed a door that was ajar and peeped through it to see Joel sitting a desk, head lowered and hands working on something.

You knocked at the door twice, but didn’t get any response. You furrowed your brows and decided to approach him instead, “Joel?”, he flinched and reached for a tool before he noticed you and put the tool down before letting out a sigh. “Sorry! I’m so sorry, I-i called you out twice and knocked on the door but you didn’t hear me I-” “s’okay, kid. Sat with the bad ear facing the door, not your fault.”

You grimaced. “Bad ear?”

“Yeah, apparently using a gun too many times can do that to your ears”, Joel scoffed and reached for the sanding paper to sand the sculpture in his hands. Your eyes widened in realisation, he was deaf in an ear- no wonder why he didn’t hear you.

Your attention spanned to his work bench. It was littered with wood, tools for woodwork, and a few sketches splayed across the table. “You’re a sculptor?”, you asked in interest, leaning closer to watch his skilled hands work.

Joel let out a breathy chuckle. “Somethin’ like that. Was a contractor back in the day. Noticed some wood lyin' around here and thought I might as well make somethin' out of it. Works as a distraction too."

Your mouth took an 'o' shape as you watched him sand down the sculpture. You smiled to yourself, finding it endearing that someone as gruff as Joel made sculptures in his free time to keep himself busy.

"Why'd you ask for me?", his voice snapped you out of your thoughts. You straightened up and cleared your throat. "Joel, there's something you should know. I needed to tell it to you first", you confessed in a quiet voice, your face twisted in pain like you were dreading this conversation. You noticed how Joel's body visibly stiffened and he turned his attention back to you, his sharp gaze judging you. "What is it?"

You swallowed thickly and shut your eyes. "You can kick me out if you want to but I—I used to be a Firefly. I was stationed at St. Mary's", your voice slipping into a whisper by the end of the sentence, not needing to elaborate further as Joel's eyes widened and his heart pounded against his chest. He knew what you were referencing. He gritted his teeth and clenched his hands into a fist.

"What the fuck are you doin' here? You came here to take her away? To leak whatever information they want? Get out of my house before I-" "No! No, please. Joel, listen to me. I promise, I didn't come here to harm you or Ellie, I swear. Just- hear me out, please", you begged him, your hands stretched out in a placating gesture. Joel clenched his jaw and observed you closely. You weren't carrying any weapons or anything, might as well give you a chance to explain yourself. He nodded at you to continue, and you let out a sigh of relief, your eyes burning with tears.

"Joel, I admit I was a Firefly. But, I don't do that anymore. Not after I found out what they were gonna do to Ellie. It's why I left them and came here, alone. I swear, they abandoned me the moment I disagreed with their plan I-"

"What plan?", Joel asked sharply.

You took a deep breath in and told him the truth, "Joel, they want to kill you. They will come for you. That doctor you killed? He was the father of one of my group members. She's- Joel, she's gone insane. Blinded by rage and vengeance. She's manipulated the whole group into seeking you out and killing you. I couldn't sit and watch so I took out information from the nurses you spared and I left overnight", your voice wavering because of the lump in your throat.

Joel stared at you in disbelief, "Why would they not follow you? Why are you doing this for us? We ain't even know you", he questioned you, unable to understand your motive.

Your face scrunched up in pain, "Because, The Fireflies killed my parents!", you cried out and Joel froze. "Because they keep hurting innocent people and I've been trying to bring them down since I was 14, Joel. They manipulated me into joining them after they killed my parents in front of me. I-I've saved countless of their victims before but if i had stayed back anymore, I would've been killed or abandoned for disagreeing with them or disobeying protocol. When I heard what they did to Ellie...i felt sick and disgusted with myself", you confessed before running a hand across your face to calm yourself down, "And no, they wouldn't follow me because...because someone close to me will cover up for me. But, that doesn't mean they won't find you. The nurses already told them some information on you. Their only aim is to hurt you, to kill you", you let out in a breath.

Joel was standing so still, that you thought he'd stopped breathing. He knew his luck would run out someday, his demons coming back to hurt him but hearing it from you, a stranger, made it very real. He thought of that day in the hospital and he thought about your story. You were nothing less than a guardian angel for him, he was in awe of your perseverance and the humanity that you possessed, to try and bring an evil organisation to an end since you were Ellie's age. Then, he thought of all the nasty work he's done in the past and thought- he doesn't deserve your kindness. That maybe, he's had it coming for a long time and he should just accept it.

He swallowed thickly and responded in a hoarse voice, "Don't tell any of this to Ellie. I'll figure somethin' out. Thank you for telling me the truth, you didn't have to."

You stared at him dumbfounded, "What? Joel-" "She'll lose her damn mind and stop talking to me altogether, I know. But still, don't tell this to anybody, y'hear me? This'll stay between you and me. I won't tell about your past to anyone else either", Joel pleaded in a soft voice.

You stared at him in confusion, your eyes shining with unshed tears and you reluctantly agreed to his conditions. What Joel didn't know, was that you were going to save him from Abby, no matter how much he refused to be saved.

Jackson, 2025

It's been 2 years since you were officially a Jackson resident. There were days where you still couldn't believe that this was your life now. You slept on an actual bed, had proper meals, had good clothes to wear, you woke up every morning and met with people, with families, around you, attended community dinners and events- it was surreal. You had a family of your own now-Joel, Ellie, Tommy, Maria, Dina, Jesse and the newest addition to the family- little Benji Miller.

You spent your days either looking after Benji, helping around town or going on patrols with the others. Joel even taught you some wood carving and it helped to bring you and him closer. Soon enough, you looked up to him as a father figure, the way he would fuss over Ellie making you crave that parental affection. He was a natural at that, being a father, his caring and doting side slipping through that cold and gruff exterior naturally. He'd bring you coffee, you'd accompany him on patrols where you jeered with each other, he'd teach you the guitar, you'd go on walks with him- like a normal father and child would.

After that confession, you were sure that you Joel would stop talking to you. But instead, he asked you to move into his house and Ellie was over the moon. She'd spend most of her time with you or her other friends, chatting away or helping with tasks around the town. Very soon, you had found out that her and Joel weren't on good terms ever since Salt Lake and it made you feel guilty that you were somehow connected to that. Joel never brought up that fateful day, trying to bury it ten feet under and asking you to do the same.

As days passed, you found out that Tommy was actually Joel's younger brother and him and Maria were married with a baby on the way. It made you tear up, happy that Joel and Ellie had a family of their own and made your chest hurt in heart break. Joel also shared that he had a daughter that he lost on the day of the outbreak. It made your heart break for him even more and made you understand why he was so protective of Ellie.

It's been two years since you left Manny and you still broke down in his memory. You would never get over it, you were sure of that, for he was such a huge part of your life that it was impossible to forget him and he always left an impact on people with his charm. You often found yourself zoning out and refusing to leave your room, your body numb with the pain in your heart. Joel managed to coax you out most days, Ellie dragging you out the others, but you'd be functioning like a robot. They didn't know why you acted the way you did, assuming it was just because you missed home, but still, they tried to keep you alive. Today was another day like that—you were standing on the porch, holding a hot mug of coffee in hand, staring blankly at the trees lining Joel's fence.

"Good mornin', Kiddo", Joel's quiet yet gruff voice mumbled next to you. You jumped and snapped out of your trance turning to face Joel. "Morning, old man", you threw a smirk at his way, him rolling his eyes in return.

"Ellie..?", he trailed off and looked at the garage longingly. Oh yeah, Ellie recently moved all of her stuff in the garage and has been avoiding Joel like the plague now. You saw the way his heart broke at that, everyday he looked at the garage door with sadness and disappointment lining his features and it broke your heart to see him like that. You had asked him if he wanted you to talk to Ellie but he'd politely shut you down.

"No, Joel. She's gone with Jesse and the others already", you let out an apologetic sigh. He blinked rapidly to get rid of the tears and bit the inside of his cheek. Your heart twisted in empathy for him. "I see...well, how're you? Feelin' alright?"

You pressed your lips into a thin line and turned your attention back to the trees, "I guess." Joel stared at you for a moment before letting out a sigh and sipping his coffee. "Have you ever been in love, Joel?", you asked him quietly.

He froze before inhaling deeply. "Well, there was Sarah's mom. Then, there was Sarah. She was my everything, my whole world revolved around her", he chuckled softly. "I...there was someone but...lost her when we were on our way to Jackson", he admitted quietly. You looked at him with sadness coating your tone, "How did you get over the pain? How did you forget them and move on?"

Joel's eyebrows furrowed. "You don't forget them. They're always in your heart, even if you can't see them. It's their memory that keeps you going", he replied carefully.

"It hurts to remember, Joel", you whimpered. Joel straightened up, alarmed at your sudden display of emotions, and laid a strong hand on your shoulder. "Hey, what's wrong? You wanna talk about it?"

You looked up at him with your tears in your eyes and sniffled. "I- i loved- love someone. But he betrayed me and I left him behind to come to Jackson. We were supposed to spend the rest of our lives here. I don't even know if he's alive now", you broke down in a sob towards the end of that sentence.

Joel's eyes flashed with empathy and he brought you close in a hug, caging you in his safe arms, your head pressed to his chest and whispered a simple reassurance, "Don’t jump to conclusions, Kid. It's okay, let it out.” You hugged him tighter and let out all the bottled up emotions that were choking you for the last 2 years.

Jackson, 2029

Joel was your surrogate father, at this point. Comforting you every time you burst into tears after missing Manny or patching you up after a bad patrol. At first you thought he was just filling up the space that Ellie left in his heart by taking care of you. But one night, he confessed to you that if Sarah was around, she’d be exactly like you and that made you cry like a baby, your arms thrown around Joel and him comforting you like your father would. You had started to jokingly call him ‘Pops’, enjoying the annoyed grunt he would give in return.

You had gotten closer to Tommy and Maria as well, Benji taking a special liking to you since you basically babysat him ever since he was a year old. You were basically a Miller now, Ellie was too, just a little distant and you tried to reassure Joel about it everytime. He thought you didn’t see his sad little face around her, but you did and you subtly tried to distract him by poking fun at him.

It had been tense at the Miller house since last night. Joel and Ellie got into a little disagreement at the New Years Party to which, you had a little disagreement with Ellie because you didn’t like her reaction. Joel was just trying to help her, you’d never forget that look of embarrassment and hurt on his face after she yelled at him, which lead to you telling her to get it to together (do not put a teenager and a 30 year old in a room together). After that altercation, you left the party to follow Joel to the house and gave him company, him strumming the guitar while you read your book and chatted to him idly.

Come morning, you knew something was wrong the moment you woke up. You were supposed to patrol with Jesse but Ellie would be joining you because Joel let her sleep in and went on patrol with Dina instead. It would be awkward with Ellie joining you but you couldn’t shake off the feeling that something was going to happen today.

And something did happen today.

Actually, what didn’t happen today would be a better question. Jackson was hit with the worst blizzard it had ever experienced in the last 5 years. And you, Jesse and Ellie were stuck in the middle of it, your radio signals complete busted. Jesse managed to find a rundown 7/11 and you three took shelter in it. You holed your horses into a nearby stable and hid away in the 7/11 for god knows how long. It was then that your radios were suddenly firing away, Amy shouting into it.

“Joel—Dina—-seen them?”

You and Ellie exchanged a look and rushed to stand close to the radio. Jesse picked up the radio and yelled in it for someone to reply before Ellie snatched it from his hands. Ellie asked what happened and you caught Amy’s broken words- Joel and Dina were both missing. You and Ellie were panicking, rushing out of the store to grab your horses. Jesse tried to ask about the directions but Ellie simply told him to go Southwest while you and her would be going Northwest.

Ellie and you rode your horses like your life depended on it. The blizzard was getting worse, harsh winds whipping against your face, ice crystals freezing on your eyelashes and making your vision blurry. Your poor horses- Shimmer and Max- doing their best to run in the knee deep snow. Your breathing was laboured from the amount of effort you had to put in riding your horse, the cold air entering your lungs and making it harder to breathe.

Just as you were feeling like you were running in circles, you came across a lodge and two horses tied to the fence. Joel and Dina’s horses. You looked at Ellie and booked it for the lodge, getting off your horses as quickly as possible and entered into the lodge. The basement was full of wrapped and broken furniture, you and Ellie scanned the area with your guns raised. Just as you were about to take the stairs, you heard noises. Several of them. Some in pain and the two of you rushed up the stairs, you watching Ellie’s six.

Ellie broke open the door from where the noises came from and you saw your nightmare playing out in front of you. Joel was lying down on his stomach, his face bloody, a pool of blood surrounding his knee and he was barely conscious. There was a blonde girl repeatedly punching him when someone tackled Ellie to the ground and that’s when you noticed that it was Abby who stood over Joel.

Your eyes widened and you screamed, “Abby!” The entire room stilled. Every single person in the room turned to look at you and in your panic, you didn’t notice the one person you were dying to see for the past 5 years- “(Name)?”, Manny whispered in disbelief.

But you couldn’t hear him, your ears ringing with anger at the psychotic look on Abby’s face and Joel’s helpless face. Your entire body shook in tremors, you grabbed your gun and fired a shot directly into Abby’s kneecaps. Abby howled in pain, falling next to Joel and Owen rushed to stop you but Manny pushed him away, “Don’t fucking touch them”, pointing a finger at him and coming over to stand in front of you. “Hey, angel? You’re okay? Oh my god, I-”, Manny’s voice cracked and he tried to hold you but you pushed past him to get to Ellie.

“Get your fucking hands off her, Nora”, you threatened Nora with your gun to her head. She looked at Manny and he seemed to have nodded his head and released Ellie, who rushed into your arms. You held her by her shoulders and approached Joel, who was now shakily reaching for you and Ellie.

“Joel…oh my god. Joel. Get up, I’m here now. It’s okay, you got us, Pops”, you offered him a weak smile and he simply whimpered in response. Your lips quivered and Ellie let out a cry before holding Joel’s hand in hers, trying to comfort him. Your eyes then fell on Abby, writhing next to Joel in pain and you clenched your jaw shut before crouching in front of her. You stared at her in disgust. “A coward and a fraud, just like your father, aren’t you?”, you snarled and she stared you down with her bloodshot eyes.

You waved her off and stood up, facing the rest of them and that’s when you finally noticed him- standing next to Owen, his eyes shining with tears and his cheeks splotched with red, his curls were longer now, yet he still looked handsome as ever. He still looked like your Manny and then you remembered the way he had tackled Ellie.

You made your way over to him and harshly fisted the collar of his jacket, your eyes bloodshot with tears and hands shaking in anger. “You…asshole. How dare you touch my sister like that? How could you betray me like this? Why?”, you cried out and released his collar forcefully.

“(Name), please-” “I cried for you. Every single day for the last five years. And he”, you pointed at Joel, “he was the one who reassured me that you’d come back. He was the one who took me in like his own. He was the one who gave my a family. And you…you cowards were cornering an old man to kill him off in a secluded lodge? For whom? For Abby’s fraud of a father?”, you growled, your voice hoarse from the tears you were shedding. “Some fucking friendship you have that you can’t even hold your friend accountable”, you turned around to address them all. Manny averted his gaze in shame, Mel was crying her eyes out, Owen and Nora had the decency to lower their gaze.

“You’ve always been the odd one in the group-”

“Oh, shut the fuck up before I put another bullet in you”, you roared at Abby, shutting her up effectively. And then your eyes fell on another body lying on the ground- Dina. “What the hell did you do to her?!”, you cried out before making your way to Dina and placed her head in your lap. “She’s- she’s just unconscious, I promise. It’s just a sedative”, Mel explained to you in between sobs. You trusted Mel so you nodded your head and removed your jacket before folding it and placing it under Dina’s head, running a hand over her beanie covered head.

You made your way back to Joel, sitting next to his head, rubbing a soothing hand over his shoulder. You couldn’t look at his mangled face without bursting in tears so you chose to look at Abby and channelled your anger and pain towards her. “I’m giving you a choice. You’re either gonna leave with the rest of them peacefully or you’re gonna make it difficult and get a bullet in your heads, each”, you threatened her and looked straight into her eyes before diverting your gaze to look at Manny, who looked like he was fighting with himself.

Abby looked at you in agitation and spoke up, “I’m not leaving before I end this-”, you cut her off and fired another shot, this time on the same arm that was punching Joel. She screamed in pain once again. Owen rushed over to support her and you noticed Manny clenching his hands into fists to stop himself from joining Owen, knowing it’d make you more upset.

You smirked at that, “I warned you, didn’t I? Yet, you chose to do this. And yet, I was waiting for you to come to me, had a whole house picked out for us and everything. I was stupid and I still am, stupid”, you let out a maniacal chuckle which made Manny and Ellie look at you in worry.

“(Name), hey, that’s enough. We- we’ll leave. Please. Stop this”, Owen placated. You turned to look at him, a crazed look in your eyes. “You better leave, because god forbid she is in front of me any longer…I don’t think any of you will be walking out of this room, alive.” Owen swallowed thickly and ordered the others to start packing their stuff.

He picked up Abby in his arms and she struggled against him, hurling loose threats towards you, Joel and Ellie. “I’ll fucking find you, and end the three of you. All at once. Slowly, just like I did to him-”

“I’d like to see you try, Abby. I’ll be waiting for you”, you replied nonchalantly, her threats mere words for you and shifted your focus towards Joel and Ellie. Owen shook his head and carried Abby out of the room, Mel and Nora quickly following him.

Manny was frozen to his spot. “Manny?”, Nora asked him, breaking him out of his trance. His jaw was clenched so tightly that his cheeks were shaking, wet from tears that he didn’t know he shed. He swallowed thickly, all of your memories together rushing through his mind and your agonised face haunting him. He had barely survived these 5 years, believing you to be dead after the first. He decided to push forward like a robot, his face and body devoid of any emotions. Your scarf had lost your scent after the first month apart and he had a breakdown because of that. The more he thought of it, the more he knew that he wanted to stay back with you. He’d do what he had promised himself 5 years ago- beg on his knees for your forgiveness.

Part 3

AN: sooo originally it was supposed to end here, but I’ve got too many ideas for their patch up. So strap in! 👀

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#manny alvarez x reader #manny alvarez #the last of us #tlou hbo #tlou2 #danny ramirez #joel miller #joel and ellie #ellie williams #angst #hurt/comfort #found family

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jackrabbit-fandom · 9 days ago

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I've been sucked into the K-pop demon hunter fandom, so im making headcanons

The first ones gonna be bobby, cause ik we all love this guy. Im gonna separate platonic from romantic cause some are gonna involve the girls.

Gn for the reader but will involve feminine topics

If yall want any of they others lemme know. I'll write for the saja boys and huntrix.

Platonic:

- i fully believe bobby would have pads/tampons and pain meds for the girls at all times for just in case

- He is the most caring person ever. This is obvious, but he has no issue standing up to a person that makes you or his girls uncomfortable, another idol, manager, or fan.

- hes probably super carful about making sure your eating properly. i subscribe to the 'bobby is a ex idol' theory, so he probably saw the toxic side and is very big about making sure that isnt put on you or his girls.

- platonic cuddles all the way, the best hugger every

- hes always there to comfort you or his girls if its needed, he'll listen to you talk and try his best to cheer you up or give advice. If you dont want ether he'll instead just be a ear to listen

Romantic:

- like i said, bobby is the best hugger. His cuddles are absolutely the best, whether you wanna be a big spoon or little spoon. It's always the best

- his girls are very important to him, so telling them about you two would have to happen. I can see them being somewhat protective, mainly mira. "You hurt him ill break you, understand?" They love their dear manager, so try not to hurt him k?

- arguments are probably rare, but they will happen none the less. He'll try his best to keep them calm, though, and talk it all out. Though if it ends up going to insulting his girls or anything of the sort, he'll immediately put his foot down. He knows he spends a lot of time with them and with work, so you'll likely have to just deal with that. Hes willing to try and find a compromise, but he'll never throw them under the bus.

- He's probably the kind that gives gentle kisses, holding your face in his hands and giving slow, sweet ones. Holding his face and peppering him in kisses is a good way to fluster him, though

- you and his girls would be his whole world, but its fairly obvious he has some insecurities in being able to keep them together or keeping you happy, so make sure to reassure him

- 3% is actually quite a lot given how much huntix probably makes (they own a damn tower and obviously have more than one private jet), so hed pretty well off. He probably spoils you a bit, getting you little gifts to show how much he cares.

- i dont think he'd care what gender you were. I headcanon him as pansexual tbh. If you were trans hed try his best to make sure you felt comfortable helping you dress up to look more like your chosen gender whatever that may be, and trying to make sure you feel beautiful/handsome

- if you were afab, like in the platonic ones, he'd make sure to have whatever you needed for that time of the month and would reassure you if you felt dysphoric or just overall awful

Overall, bobby is a great manager/father figure and would make a great partner. He deserves all the love he gets and more.

#kpop demon hunters #bobby kpop demon hunters #bobby kpdh #bobby x reader #kpdh bobby #kpdh bobby x reader #kdh bobby #kdh bobby x reader #platonic bobby headcanons #kpdh bobby headcanons #kdh bobby headcanons

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n1ght0f-nyx · 8 months ago

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hello! I was wondering if you’d be willing to write a Phantom of the Opera request centering around reader’s appreciation for Erik’s hands. I mean… he is a musician and can play pretty much any instrument. Not to mention, he can be so delicate in the way he touches reader while also having strangled men (which reader isnt crazy about but… one step at a time…)

How would he react to them showing him such appreciation? And would it lead to anything more…? if you do decide to do nsfw… how would he feel about reader asking him to (lightly) choke them?

feel free to make this sfw or nsfw as you're comfortable with!

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i didnt make it nsfw but it is still suggestive!! erik destler x gn reader warnings/ tags- light choking, not nswf, gn reader, i demand requests!!! word count- 1649 words

Erik’s hands were the first part of him you truly knew.

The gentle curve of his long fingers on the keys of his organ, the quiet strength they showed as he adjusted his scores, the rhythmic flex of his knuckles when frustration gnawed at him—all of it fascinated you. His hands were, in many ways, the truest representation of him: deft, expressive, and disciplined, yet trembling with the undercurrent of a deeper, more turbulent self.

You often found yourself watching them from across the dim room as Erik lost himself in music. Tonight, however, was different. Tonight, you let your admiration slip through the walls you carefully built to keep your thoughts concealed from his sharp, all-seeing eyes.

The candlelight barely reached where you sat on the edge of the divan, but it illuminated Erik clearly at his organ. His hands, ever graceful, moved like water over the keys, coaxing out a melody that was equal parts melancholy and tender. You didn’t know the piece, but you felt it—the notes wrapped around you, luring you into his world.

Your gaze lingered on the pale stretch of his fingers. They danced with precision, pressing and lifting as though the keys were extensions of himself. You’d often admired his hands in silence, but tonight, the sight pulled at something deeper within you. Those hands had given life to the beauty in the room: the music, the carefully inked compositions scattered on his desk, the delicate carvings on the furniture he’d restored.

They were hands of creation. Hands that bore the evidence of their toil, calloused but precise, and you couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to feel them against your own skin.

You barely realized you were staring until Erik stilled. The final chord hung in the air before vanishing into the heavy quiet of the underground lair. Slowly, he turned toward you, his movements deliberate, and you realized with a flash of embarrassment that he’d caught you watching.

His dark eyes narrowed, suspicion clouding them. “What is it?” he asked, his voice low and clipped. “Are you displeased with the music?”

You shook your head quickly. “No. The music is beautiful, Erik.”

He tilted his head, his disfigured lips pressing into a thin line. “Then why do you look at me as though you pity me?”

Your breath caught. “I don’t pity you,” you said softly, leaning forward. “I was admiring your hands.”

For a moment, Erik froze. His eyes flicked to his own hands as though seeing them for the first time. He flexed his fingers once, and a soft scoff escaped his throat. “My hands,” he repeated, almost mockingly. “They are as grotesque as the rest of me. What is there to admire?”

You moved before you could think better of it, slipping off the divan to kneel before him. His sharp intake of breath made you pause, but you pressed forward, gently lifting one of his hands between yours. “They’re not grotesque,” you murmured, running your fingertips over the calloused pads of his fingers. “They’re beautiful.”

Erik’s breath hitched, and you glanced up to see him staring at you, his face unreadable. You pressed on, letting your thumb brush over his knuckles. “Your hands create so much, Erik. Music that moves people, pieces that live beyond this place. Even this lair—it’s you. Everything you’ve built is because of these hands.”

His fingers twitched under your touch, and for a moment, you thought he might pull away. But he didn’t. Instead, he watched you, something like vulnerability flickering in his gaze.

“You… you think so highly of them?” he whispered, as though the words were foreign to him.

“I do,” you said, your voice steady. “I’ve always thought so. I’ve just never told you.”

He swallowed hard, his free hand gripping the edge of the organ bench. His breathing grew uneven, and you realized how much weight your words carried. Erik, who was so accustomed to rejection and fear, was staring at you as though you’d spoken something sacred.

Carefully, you placed his hand against your cheek, closing your eyes for a moment. His touch was hesitant, but warm, his thumb brushing your skin in the lightest of caresses.

“Why?” he rasped, his voice breaking. “Why would you say this?”

You opened your eyes, meeting his. “Because it’s true. And because I want you to know how much I see in you.”

Something inside him seemed to shatter at that. His hand cupped your cheek more firmly, and before you knew it, he was pulling you closer, his other hand lifting to cradle the back of your neck.

“Do you know what you do to me?” he murmured, his voice trembling. “To speak of beauty in something I’ve always loathed… You undo me.”

You barely managed to reply before he leaned in, his forehead resting against yours. His breath ghosted over your lips, his hands anchoring you to him as though you might vanish. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Erik’s forehead rested against yours, his breath shallow and uneven. His hands trembled slightly where they held you, one against your cheek and the other cradling the nape of your neck. His eyes searched yours, filled with an unspoken question, as if he were waiting for you to push him away.

But you didn’t. Instead, you reached up to trace the back of his hand, marveling at the strength beneath his pale skin. “Erik,” you whispered, your voice barely audible in the stillness.

“Yes?” His voice cracked, and he swallowed hard, his thumb brushing your jaw in an almost reverent motion.

“I want you to choke me.”

The words hung between you, heavy and electric. Erik froze, his breath catching as if you had struck him. His hand stilled against your neck, the tension in his fingers palpable.

“What… did you say?” His voice was low, laced with disbelief and something darker—a flicker of curiosity.

You shifted closer, your hands resting lightly on his chest, feeling the erratic beat of his heart beneath your palms. “I want you to choke me,” you repeated, softer but no less certain. “I trust you, Erik. Completely. I want to feel your strength—your control. I’m not afraid of you.”

Erik’s expression twisted, his lips parting as though to protest, but no words came. Instead, he stared at you, his brows furrowed, his hands twitching as though he were waging a silent war with himself.

“You… you don’t understand what you’re asking,” he finally said, his voice strained. “I could hurt you. I’ve spent my life as a monster, wielding my hands for harm, not… not this.”

“You’re not a monster,” you said firmly, your fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt. “And I trust you not to hurt me. I’m asking because I want this—not because I see you as dangerous, but because I see you as powerful.”

His breathing grew heavier, and he closed his eyes, his grip on your neck tightening just enough for you to feel the weight of his hand. When he opened his eyes again, they were filled with something raw and unguarded. “If I do this,” he said slowly, his voice shaking, “you must promise to tell me if it’s too much. I cannot bear to harm you.”

“I promise,” you said, your voice steady.

Erik let out a shuddering breath, and his fingers flexed against your skin. Slowly, he brought his other hand up to join the first, his long fingers curling gently around your throat. The pressure was light at first, almost hesitant, as though he feared breaking you.

“Like this?” he murmured, his eyes locked on yours.

You nodded, your breath hitching at the sensation. “A little more,” you whispered.

His fingers tightened incrementally, and you felt the strength in his hands, the undeniable control he held over you. The sensation was intoxicating, not because it left you breathless but because it was Erik—vulnerable, conflicted, and utterly present with you in this moment.

“You’re trembling,” you said softly, your hands moving to rest over his.

“I—” He cut himself off, his voice breaking. “I’m terrified. I don’t understand how you could want this from me.”

“Because I trust you,” you said again, your voice steady despite the weight of his hands. “Because I want you to see that you don’t have to hold yourself back with me.”

Something inside him snapped then, a low growl escaping his lips as his grip tightened just enough to make your pulse quicken. He leaned closer, his face mere inches from yours, his breath hot against your cheek.

“You undo me,” he whispered, his voice raw with emotion. “Do you know what you’re doing to me?”

Before you could answer, his lips were on yours—fierce, desperate, and unyielding. His hands remained steady on your throat, a perfect balance of control and care, grounding you in his presence. The kiss deepened, his body pressing against yours as though he couldn’t bear to leave any space between you.

When he finally pulled back, his chest heaved, his hands slipping from your throat to cradle your face. His eyes were wild, dark with desire and something deeper—a fragile kind of devotion.

“Did I hurt you?” he asked, his voice barely more than a whisper.

You shook your head, your lips curling into a soft smile. “No, Erik. You were perfect.”

He let out a shaky breath, his forehead falling against yours once more. “You are either the most reckless creature I’ve ever met,” he murmured, “or the only one who’s ever truly understood me.”

“Maybe I’m both,” you said, your voice light but full of affection.

Erik let out a soft, breathless laugh—rare and beautiful, like the man himself. And as his hands slid back to rest lightly on your shoulders, you knew that this moment, fragile and fierce, was just the beginning of something neither of you could put into words.

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edamameiyok · 4 months ago

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falling isnt that bad (megan skiendiel x gn!reader)

"honey, being around you is all i need."

synopsis: having a crush on one of the most popular girls on campus had to be the dumbest thing you've ever done. but megan's idea to help you be with her has to be even dumber. feat: yunjin from le sserafim, keeho and intak from p1h tags: just pure fluff for those enjoyers <3 university au, reader is a simp as per usual. an: just want to put out there that this is NOT A REAL portrayal of the people mentioned in this fic. all events are fictional and are for entertainment purposes only. CW: drinking, kissing, lots of swearing lol suggestive themes so MDNI! wc: 5903

⏯ now playing: honey - boypablo

“No.”

You turn away from Megan, an amused smile on your face as you hear her groan from behind you. You continue to make her coffee, trying to be as quick as possible before your boss finds you giving your best friend yet another free drink.

“Y/n! Come on, it’s foolproof!” You shake your head, pouring the espresso inside the plastic cup. “Well, too bad you’re kind of a fool, Mei,” You say through a chuckle. As you finish her coffee, you already know there will be a pout on her lips once you turn around. You put a lid onto the cup, spinning around to prove yourself correct. Megan had her arms crossed on the counter, a giant pout on her face. You place the coffee cup in front of her, turning around to clean your station. “Don’t you wanna get her attention?” You wipe down the counter and roll your eyes at her question, shaking your head. “No, I’d rather be pining forever than do that.” You turn back around and lean against the coffee counter. “Also, weren’t you the one complaining a few days ago about how we haven’t hung out in forever?” You ask, wiping the remnants of ground espresso beans off your hands.

Megan takes a sip of her coffee, shrugging. “That would be us hanging out, wouldn’t it?” You snort, raising an eyebrow. “Us fake dating is not the hanging out I want to do this weekend.” You say, throwing the dirty rag you used at her head. Megan frowns, allowing it to collide with her face and fall onto her lap. She grabs it, throwing it back at you, her frown growing even more when you catch it with ease. “Dude, her birthday party is literally the perfect opportunity to do something like this!” She takes another sip from her coffee, adding, “I also think it would be a funny bit. Like, a silly goofy prank, y’know?”

You walk around the counter, claiming the seat next to your best friend. You give her a pleading look. “Megan we are not going to fake date at Yunjin’s birthday party this weekend, okay?” You stare at her, waiting for her to respond but she only gives you a sly smile. It makes you roll your eyes again, grabbing her shoulders to shake her gently. You speak frantically, “Megan Skiendiel! We are not going to fake date at Yunjin’s birthday party this weekend, say it with me!” You continue shaking her and she pushes you, scoffing loudly. “Fine. We are not going to fake date at Yunjin’s birthday party this weekend.” You sigh in relief, letting go of your best friend. You give her a small smile before getting up from your seat.

“We’re gonna have fun, okay? No crazy Megan ideas.” She nods, saluting you playfully. You give her one last hug before turning away. You walk back to the coffee counter to continue doing your job and as you do, you miss the way Megan smirks to herself, hiding it with another sip from her drink.

The birthday party is already in full swing when you and your friends walk into the loud atmosphere. You scrunch your nose as your senses begin to be overwhelmed by the smell of cheap beer and sweat. You aren’t a party person by any means, you were mostly a homebody. But it was Yunjin’s birthday and there was nothing that could stop you from attending. Your heart races when you think about how Yunjin invited you personally, handing you the invite with a sweet smile. In her own words, she told you she “hoped” for you to be there. And now that you are, you kind of want to go home.

You watch Megan run excitedly toward the kitchen, pulling Lara behind her as Manon and Daniela follow them to make a drink as well. You’re about to follow suit but a hand grabs your wrist and it causes you to widen your eyes, turning around to face the culprit. Your mouth goes dry when you see Yunjin in a light pink dress that shows off her long legs. Her hair is curled at the ends and you notice how flushed her cheeks were. She looks at you, her brown eyes shining with happiness as she pulls you into a quick hug. It was so quick that you weren't able to react fast enough to hug her back. She pulls away, shouting over the music, “You came!”

You nod, smiling shyly. You shout, “Of course! I wanted to celebrate you…” Her eyes soften, her hands finding yours and squeezing them. “You’re so sweet, Y/n. I’m so happy you’re in my life.” She slurs her words a bit and you’re not too surprised. It was her birthday party after all, she has every right to let loose tonight. She hooks an arm around your neck, pulling you close. The action makes you feel light-headed, especially when she leans close to your ear, her breath hot against your skin. She giggles, “Chaewon said she wanted to talk to me later… I’ll let you know what she says!”

Your face falls slightly at the mention of Chaewon. You shouldn’t be disappointed– you’ve known about Yunjin’s crush on Chaewon since the semester started. But you can’t help the way your heart aches when you remember. You open your mouth to respond but you feel a hand slide into yours, pulling you close to their side. Yunjin stumbles back as you are removed from her hold, a frown forming on her lips. You give her an apologetic look, not bothering to see who the intruder was. You knew Megan like the back of your hand, you knew her just off touch alone.

Yunjin’s small frown is removed when she sees the Chinese girl and waves excitedly, her eyes widening. “Megan! It’s so nice to see you!” You hear Megan laugh beside you, letting go of your hand to hug your arm. She rests her head against your shoulder and you instinctively pat the top of her head. You are a bit annoyed, but the soft spot you have for Megan makes the feeling go away shortly. You attempt opening your mouth again to speak but your thoughts are once again cut off by Megan who says a statement that makes you want to implode on the spot.

“Yeah. I was just checking on my partner.”

You whip your head toward her, your eyes wide. You look back at Yunjin who looks just as shocked as you. The Korean girl asks, “You guys are together now?!” You’re speechless. You look back at Megan who only rubs your arm, shouting, “Yeah! Super in love!”

You rub your face with your hands as you pace the empty bedroom you dragged Megan into after the very awkward interaction with Yunjin. She sits on the bed, looking up at you with amusement. You stop in front of her, pointing a finger. “What did I say earlier?!” The Chinese girl raises her hands in defense, her eyes lit up with a glint of playfulness. “Y/n… Trust me! She’s gonna get so jealous that she’ll be all over you in no time!” You groan, throwing your head back dramatically as you reply, “Mei! I told you no crazy Megan ideas!” You look at her, exasperated as you continue, “This! Is a crazy Megan idea! And I told you! I am totally okay with pining for the rest of my life!” Megan stands up, placing her hands on your shoulders. She tilts her head and looks at you with sincerity in her eyes. She whispers, her eyes teasing, “Well. That’s stupid.” You push her away, rolling your eyes.

You begin pacing again, your mind racing with thoughts. You wave your hands around as you speak, “It’s not stupid! Huh Yunjin is literally the girl everyone dreams about being with!” You stop for a moment, pinching the bridge of your nose. “She’s in love with Kim Chaewon! Your plan! Is stupid! Like always!” Megan crosses her arms, biting her lip to contain the giggle that wants to escape her lips. “I’m so glad you’re staying calm right now.” The deadly look you give her makes her realize that maybe you were just a little bit pissed off. She uncrosses her arms, walking toward you slowly. She wraps her arms around you, placing her head on your shoulder.

You knew what she was trying to do and it was kind of working, sighing as you wrapped your arms around the girl. You whisper, “You really think this would work?” She pulls away, her eyes glistening a bit with tears as she nods. You can’t help but feel bad. You knew Megan was only trying to help– that’s all she ever wanted to do. She always just wants you to be happy. You rub her back comfortingly, finally giving in. “Okay, okay. God! Okay!” You close your eyes, taking a deep breath. You open them, looking at Megan with a small yet exasperated smile. “Okay... You can… Be my fake girlfriend, I guess.” She squeals, pulling you back into a tight hug. She jumps excitedly and you allow her to do so, leaning your head back with a slight deadpanned expression.

When she finally pulls away, she looks at you with her whisker dimples, a happiness in her eyes that makes you go soft. She extends her pinky out to you. “If this goes incredibly wrong, I’ll buy you ice cream.” You shake your head, connecting your pinky with hers. “And if this somehow, surprisingly, goes right, I’ll buy you ice cream.”

Your arrangement officially begins after the weekend ends.

She climbs into your car, a wide smile on her face and it annoys you immediately. You just know she’s been plotting. When you start driving toward campus, you feel her grab your hand, lacing your fingers together. Your other hand grips the steering wheel. Megan always held your hand, especially when you drove her to campus, but now that she’s your fake girlfriend, you can’t help but feel the action has an ulterior motive. You are proven right when you see her pull out her phone from the corner of your eye. “Are you being for real right now?” You ask, keeping your eyes on the road. She giggles beside you, replying, “Come on, Y/n. It’s just for jokes. It’s all a part of the plan, trust the process.” You glance briefly at her, seeing her trying to take a picture of your connected hands. You look away with a roll of your eyes. She finally lets go of your hand after taking the perfect picture to post.

But you weren’t quite satisfied, for some reason. If you were going to go along with this, you might as well go bigger than just holding her hand. You grab her hand again, saying, “Wait. Take it like this.” You bring her hand to your lips, kissing it. Your lips linger on her skin to allow her time to take a picture. She giggles loudly which causes you to smile against her hand. “Take the damn picture, bro!” Megan pulls her hand back, her laughter ringing throughout the car. “I did! I did!” She speaks as she types out her caption, talking in a high-pitched voice, “When they drive you… to campus… heart emoji…” You snort, covering your mouth. Your words are muffled as you speak, “This is fucking goofy.” She only smiles in response, shrugging, “Look. We gotta do all the couple-type shit, y’know? Drive Yunjin crazy…” You nod, repeating back, “Drive Yunjin crazy. Gotcha.”

No one is surprised when you walk into the Performing Arts building with Megan’s hand in yours. Every week you walk in together, it’s not breaking news. It wasn’t even shocking when you had Megan’s dance bag swung over your shoulder. The Chinese girl knows this and knows she is going to have to try harder for people to be more interested. How else would Yunjin go crazy over the idea of you and her together? It had to be something everyone talked about. Especially amongst their small performing arts community. If every Performing Arts major knew about you and her, then there would be no possible way to avoid it.

Megan whispers to you as you walk together toward the dance room. “Put your arm around me.” You look at her, your eyebrows raised. “Excuse me?” She pokes your side causing you to yelp in surprise. She lets go of your hand and whispers again, her tone much harsher, “Put your arm around me, bitch!” You quickly obey, putting your arm around her. She leans up, kissing you on the cheek sweetly. You fight back the urge to roll your eyes. You instead pull her closer to your side, putting on a faux smile. When you finally reach the dance room, you hand her the bag with an annoyed expression on your face. “This is so stupid.” She sticks her tongue out at you. “You’ll thank me later, I promise.” Before walking inside, she leans up, kissing the corner of your mouth. It happens so fast that it gives you whiplash. Megan tells you a quick goodbye and skips into the dance room, leaving you alone with wide eyes. You look around and notice several of the performing arts students staring. You look down, putting your hands in your pocket as you speed walk away.

“You and Megan are together?” You look up from your notebook with wide eyes. Keeho looks at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes. Your cheeks began to burn, looking back at your notebook. You try to continue taking notes as you ask, “How’d you find out?” He slides his phone toward you and you glance at it. It was a group chat amongst his group of friends. A message from Intak catches your attention.

Intak: i saw meg n yn kiss in the hallway…… iktr

You chuckle nervously. Of course, the tiny kiss near your mouth looked less than innocent from another point of view. And you knew that was a part of Megan’s plan. You slide Keeho’s phone back toward him, shrugging. “Oh, yeah. We’ve been together for a minute. We recently just started being public about it though…” The lie rolls off your tongue with ease. It was the story you and Megan came up with the night before. There was also a bottle of wine involved, but that’s irrelevant. Keeho raises his brow, leaning back in his seat. “I thought you were like. In love with Yunjin, no?” The mention of Yunjin causes you to freeze, your heart beating rapidly. You clear your throat and try to think of a response.

“I had a crush on her but it wasn’t that deep. I only talked about it recently so people wouldn’t be nosy about Megan and I,” To add to the story, you quickly say, “People kept asking about us since we were already so close… So…” You look up from your notebook to see Keeho nodding. “Yeah, that makes sense. I always thought you and Megan were gonna be a thing eventually.” His statement surprises you. You tilt your head, curious. “Wait, really?” He chuckles and crosses his arms, giving you a knowing look. “Yeah, dude. You two are always together. She follows you around like a lovesick puppy. I’m surprised it took this long, to be honest.” You let his words sink in.

It sounded so silly. You’ve known Megan for years and never thought for a moment that the girl would like you romantically. She is always so affectionate with her friends– so lovable with a lot of love to give to everyone she meets. You lean back in your seat, slightly in disbelief at how ridiculous the whole thing is. “Well! Look at us now!” You find yourself saying. Keeho laughs and you just hope he doesn’t see right through the lie.

It’s been a week into your arrangement and you can’t help but feel that Megan’s plan was actually working.

It was a long week of posed Instagram stories, posts, and a lot of Megan directing your every move. It was irritating at first, but as the week comes to an end, it has become somewhat fun. You began to become more comfortable with the idea of fake dating. It really was just another one of your inside jokes with Megan and everyone was eating it up. It often made you giggle with Megan as you two scrolled through the comments of a post you two made, all of them gushing over how adorable you were together. What made it even better was when Yunjin would watch the stories, giving you a bit of hope that maybe it was making her feel some type of way.

Your delusions are fed even more when Yunjin texts you, asking if you’d be down to study for exams together. After walking Megan to class, you hurriedly make your way to the library where Yunjin waits for you. You find her sitting at one of the tables and you walk up to her, an apologetic smile on your face. “Sorry I’m late, I walked Megan to class and lost track of time.” Yunjin waves you off, smiling gently. “It’s okay! I’m happy to see you.” You can’t help but feel giddy at her words. You sit down in the chair across from her and begin unpacking your stuff. Yunjin opens her laptop to begin working on her assignment. “You and Megan are really cute together…” She sighs, her eyes kept on her screen. “You seem like a good partner.” You pause for a moment, slowly setting your textbook down on the table as you try to remain nonchalant, “Really?”

She giggles, looking away from her laptop. She looks at you with admiration. “Yeah. You’re always walking her to class, driving her to campus, taking her places… I wish I had someone like that. Someone who just genuinely likes my company.” Your eyes soften at her admission. Without thinking, you respond, “I like your company.” You watch as she looks away from you, a faint blush on her cheeks that doesn’t go unnoticed by you. She bites her lip as if deep in thought. You open your mouth to ask if she was okay but she finally speaks, her usually loud voice going soft. “I… Too bad you’re taken though.” You stare at her, her words making your mind go blank. You clear your throat, looking down at your unopened textbook. You bite your lip, trying to contain your smile. You whisper, “Yeah… Too bad.”

Two weeks pass and you find yourself sitting cross-legged on Megan’s bedroom floor, your whole body warm due to the trend Megan convinced you to do to continue moving the plan in motion.

Megan swats at your arm, causing you to wince slightly. You grab it, rubbing the area with a frown on your face. “You need to stop moving around!” You glare at her, scoffing. “Well, my bad! It’s not like I’ve never been in this situation before!” And you weren’t lying. After cuddling in her bed for hours, scrolling through TikTok, you two come across a trend that you refused to participate in. Megan on the other hand thought it would be perfect. And once the Chinese girl gave you her puppy eyes, you knew you’d be fucked.

You widen your eyes as she straddles your lap, her legs on either side of you. She places her hands on your shoulders, looking down at you with a small pout. The way she looks at you makes your heart beat rapidly. Her eyes twinkle with mischief and she pulls back her bottom lip with her teeth. For some reason, your head spins. The warmth throughout your body begins to burn as she whispers, “Do you trust me?” Your mouth goes dry as you nod. You’d trust Megan with your entire life. Sure, she was a bit of an impulsive person. She rarely thinks before acting and she gets you into precarious situations that you often have to resolve with no help whatsoever. But, it’s why she was your best friend. She kept you on your toes and made your life a million times more exciting. Without Megan, you’d probably be bored out of your mind, doing absolutely nothing but studying and continuing longing to be with Yunjin.

Oh, right. Yunjin.

Your cheeks burn at the thought of the other girl. You had completely forgotten, for a second, that the reason why you were in this situation was because of your crush on Yunjin. It was small at first. You met her at a party that was being held by Sophia and the Filipina introduced you to her. You two clicked instantly, talking for the rest of the night. Without Yunjin there, you were sure you would have gone insane. Megan wasn’t able to go that night because she was too busy with assignments so Yunjin’s presence was honestly a gift from above. Soon enough, the crush on Yunjin began to evolve into something more. As you continued getting to know the Korean girl, meeting with her for coffee and random chats at night over the phone, you started to fall for her.

After a few more months of hearing you yap endlessly about the girl, Megan’s plan began to develop in her head. And now here you were, being straddled by your best friend, and watching her reapply her very red lipstick. She puts the cap back on, placing it on the floor before her hands find your shoulders again. She squeezes them, looking at you with concern in her eyes. “This is… You’re not uncomfortable, right?” You shake your head and smile, ignoring the way your heart continues beating rapidly as you look at Megan’s lips. “No, not at all.” And to you, that was a big problem. You weren’t uncomfortable at all. If anything, if you were being honest, you were actually very okay with this. Megan smiles at you, her whiskered dimples on display. She takes a deep breath and leans close to you. Her lips ghost the shell of your ear and it sends a shiver down your spine.

“Tell me if you want me to stop…” You close your eyes, feeling slightly nervous. You just nod in response because what the fuck else were you supposed to say? Suddenly, you feel Megan’s lips press against your cheek. And then they move somewhere else on your face. She pulls away slightly and giggles. Her hand reaches up to your face, tilting it to look at her work so far. “Cute…” She whispers and your cheeks flush. She leans back in, peppering your face with more kisses. The playfulness in her actions causes you to giggle in response, your hands finding her waist to pull her closer. She pulls away, only to lean back in to pepper kisses on your other cheek. Your arms wrap around her waist and you can’t help but laugh, scrunching your nose. She giggles against your cheek and squeals, “Y/n! Stop moving!” You tighten your arms around her, shaking your head. “It tickles! My bad!” She pulls away, still giggling. You smile up at her, noticing the way her lipstick is smudged.

You think about reaching up to swipe your thumb against her lips. Your mind races with more thoughts of what you’d like to do with Megan and it makes your smile falter a bit. There’s a feeling inside you that builds with every passing second. You know you should look away but you can’t seem to do it. You watch Megan’s lips part slightly as she lets out a shaky breath. Her eyes look into yours and for the first time ever in your friendship, you had no clue what was going through her head. You’re about to ask but without any preparation, she leans back down, pressing her lips against your neck. Your eyes flutter close, your arms tightening around her waist.

You tilt your head, allowing her more access. She takes the opportunity, her lips against your neck moving slowly. Her teeth graze your skin slightly as she moves to the other side to give it the same treatment. You hum in response, biting your lip to stop yourself from letting out a sigh. You can’t help but think this was really strange. And it was even more strange because you were enjoying it. And what made it even fucking stranger was the fact it was Megan Skiendiel. Your best friend since forever. You knew this was a line being crossed but there was a purpose.

There was a purpose, right?

You’re so lost in your thoughts, so mesmerized by the feeling that you don’t even notice when Megan pulls away. You come back to reality when you hear her giggle loudly. She gets off your lap and reaches for her phone. She uses her free hand to grab your chin, positioning it for the photo. You sit there, a bit dazed as she snaps photos for God knows what social media platform. When she is satisfied, she stands up, still staring at her phone. “You look so cute, Y/n! This is gonna make everyone go crazy– Especially Yunjin!” She says the last part with a wink and bounces away, typing a caption on her phone. You stare at her, a bit dumbfounded. Your face and neck were littered with Megan’s lipstick stains and your whole body was on fire.

What. The. Fuck.

It’s a month of fake dating Megan and you seriously begin to think you’re going crazy.

The point of this arrangement was to make Yunjin jealous, realize her feelings for you, and eventually tell you. But recently, you’ve started to lose track of the plot altogether.

Originally, you and Megan were doing things you always had done before fake dating. Holding hands, walking each other to class, and you two were always affectionate with each other. You never batted an eye at these interactions, passing it as you and Megan just being you and Megan. But as time passes, you begin to become more hyperaware. Especially after that day she basically assaulted your face and neck with her lips. At every social gathering, she would be perched on your lap, her arms hooked around your neck. Your arms would be loosely wrapped around her waist as you engaged with your friends, talking to them as if you weren’t pretending you were dating your best friend.

There would be days when you and Megan would go somewhere together, just the two of you. There is no real reason to pretend but you find yourself wrapping your arm around her shoulder as you walk together down the street. You kiss her cheek when she does something adorable. The day before, you two went to get dinner together. You remember reaching over the table and grabbing her hand as she talked about her day. You watched her talk animatedly, her brown eyes lit up as she talked about her favorite part of the day. You also remember how your smile fell when you watched her take her phone out, snapping a photo of your connected hands.

The plot. You’re doing it for the plot.

The plot thickens at yet another party Megan drags you to.

It wasn’t a party per se. It was a small gathering of some of Megan’s close performing arts friends. You insisted on not going but Megan convinced you with her puppy eyes (and she also promised that Yunjin would be there. “It would be perfect, you know?”) So, you sit in a circle with them, feeling a bit uneasy with Yunjin sitting next to you and Megan on the other side. The Chinese girl hugs your arm, watching the bottle in the middle of the circle spin. When Intak suggested the game, you immediately declined. But when you watched Megan join the circle, you couldn’t help the frown forming on your lips. It bothered you for some reason. Why was she so quick to join? Who was she trying to kiss?

An ugly feeling gnaws at you as you squeeze yourself in between Yunjin and Megan. It grows as you watch it get closer to Megan’s turn and it feels somewhat out of control when you see her reach over to grab the bottle. Everyone watches her, a surprised look in their eyes. They didn’t expect her to participate since you and her were allegedly dating. But she confidently spins the bottle, oblivious to everyone’s stare. You watch the bottle spin in anticipation. There’s an annoying voice in the back of your head begging it to land on you. You try to shake it away but as the bottle begins to slow down, the voice gets louder. It begins to scream when it lands on someone who isn’t you. Your cheeks burn, looking at Megan with wide eyes. She looks at the person the bottle points at and as you feel her remove herself from your arms, your thoughts go into overdrive.

You cup her cheeks, turning her head to face you. Without a second thought, you crash your lips against hers. After a few seconds, she begins to respond, her lips moving against yours. Her hand finds the back of your neck, pulling you even closer. She kisses you as if she were desperate– as if she had been waiting to do this for so long. You melt into the kiss, getting lost in the way her chapstick tastes. You feel a slight disappointment when she pulls away but then you remember you were very much in public. You sit back, embarrassed. Your face begins to burn even more when you hear Intak whistle loudly and you wish you could just disappear. As the game continues, Megan at some point leans over to you. She cups your ear and whispers, “Good job. I think you really sold it.”

You simply just nod, murmuring, “Yeah. Sure.”

You stand outside on the patio, needing fresh air.

After your kiss with Megan, it has your mind reeling. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. You were supposed to be making Yunjin jealous. So why did it make you feel jealous to think that Megan would just kiss someone for a game? This was supposed to be a bit, a funny thing you and Megan would be able to look back on because it was so fucking ridiculous. But, it wasn’t funny anymore. It just left you confused with no idea of what you wanted. You hear the patio door open behind you and it makes you jump slightly. You turn around to see Yunjin who smiles at you apologetically. “Sorry, did you want to be alone?” You shake your head, gesturing for her to come stand with you.

She walks over to you and places a hand on your back, rubbing it gently. “You good?” You chuckle, looking at her with a small smile. “Yeah, just a little tired I guess.” She lets out a breathy sigh, nodding in agreement. “I get that…” A silence falls between you two and it makes you feel awkward, looking up at the sky. A month ago, you would be jumping for joy at the fact you were getting alone time with Yunjin. But for some reason, you really just wanted to go see Megan so you two could go back to your apartment. You wanted to get into PJs and cuddle with your best friend until you both fell asleep. Pretending started to become exhausting and if you had to pretend for another second, you think you’d explode.

You try to come up with an excuse to leave but Yunjin speaks up, her voice soft, “Can I tell you something?” You look at her, suddenly feeling bad about trying to leave. You nod, whispering, “Of course…” The Korean girl looks down at her feet and you notice how her demeanor changed. She seems nervous about something. When she finally looks up again, she takes a deep breath and you notice there’s a slight hopeful look in her eyes. “I know this is really shitty of me to say because… You’re with Megan but…” She looks into your eyes, stepping closer toward you, “I think I really like you. And I feel so stupid because it took me this long to realize.”

You feel frozen when you hear her words. Holy fuck. Megan’s stupid plan actually worked.

After receiving your text, Megan meets you on the patio a few minutes later. She looks at you curiously. The moment you asked to talk to her, she left the conversation she was in without even saying goodbye. Before you texted her, she noticed you were alone with Yunjin, so whatever you needed to talk about, it had to be something about that.

You turn around to look at your best friend, a slightly distressed look on your face. Megan looks at you with concern. She walks toward you, immediately pulling you into a tight hug. She buries her face into your neck and whispers, “I’m sorry, Y/n… I really tried.” You chuckle, wrapping your arms around her. You shake your head as you respond, “I… Owe you an ice cream.” She pulls away, surprised. She places her hands on your biceps and grips them tightly. “Wait, you owe me ice cream? But… That means…” You nod, biting your lip. She looks at you, a bit confused by your expression. She expected you to be so excited but why do you seem so disappointed?

You take a step back, looking away from her nervously. She observes you silently, waiting for you to explain. You suddenly groan and throw your head back. You knew it was now or never. “I owe you an ice cream but when I take you to get one, I really hope it can be a real date.” She widens her eyes at your words. She opens her mouth to say something but you continue, the words tumbling out before you can stop them, “And I know this was a silly bit. And we were just fucking around but I don’t know if I’m fucking around at this point. And I know you’re my best friend but I really don’t think I can keep pretending like this is nothing because to me this is like, everything and I’m really really sorry if I fucked everything up but–” She cuts you off, kissing you with everything she had.

Her arms wrap around your neck, pulling you closer and you can’t help but think this kiss was even better than the first. You place your hands on her waist, your lips moving against hers in a rhythm that drives you wild. After a few minutes, you pull away, a bit breathless. “This was definitely surprising…” Megan plays with the collar of your shirt and leans up, her nose brushing against yours. “It was worth it though, right?” You nod, ghosting your lips over hers as you whisper, “So worth it. I love a good crazy, Megan idea.” She giggles, closing the gap between you both once more.

an: i hope you guys enjoyed :) i rlly liked writing this one tbh. ive felt like my writing has been ass lately so i lowk think this one was a good one! anyway, lmk wht u guys think <3

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the-s1lly-corner · 1 year ago

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Sharing the bed with various CRP characters 1/2

Same song and dance as the cuddling post! If theres any characters you want to see, let me know! If theres also any specific scenarios you want to see dont hesitate to drop them, love doing these kinds of posts

Characters: Slenderman, Splendorman, Eyeless Jack, Laughing Jack, Masky, Hoodie, Jeff, Puppeteer

Notes: Reader is GN, can be seen as romantic or platonic

CWs: mentions of blood but it's nothing huge, better safe than sorry though

Slenderman

He hardly ever crawls into bed with you, on nights where he is with you he tends to linger in the corner- or if you insist, he will take a seat on the foot of your bed if you feel the first was.. creepy.. not that this solution is any better- he is never going to lay down, thus, with a broken heart I have to give him the first rating of 1/10, with his only saving grace that he will protect you should anything happen

Splendorman

Unlike his fellow slenderbeing, Splendor is more than willing to crawl into bed and try to lay with you! It's a bit of a tight fit, though, even with him manipulating his body as small as it can get... it can get a little uncomfortable, unfortunately. And spirit can only make someone so comfortable.. 3/10

Eyeless Jack

I personally headcanon that hes on the shorter side- 5'5 to 5'7, so thankfully space isnt an issue! He runs cold, so if the nights are hot hes a good option for a cuddle buddy! But how is he in his sleep? He sleeps like a rock- he doesnt move or shift around all that much so you're unlikely to be disturbed! He.. does snore, though, or at least that's what it loosely is. Its more like gurgling due to any of his gripping goo getting into his throat- not a good noise.. will wake up coughing and spluttering.. 5/10, a pretty average sleeping experience

Laughing Jack

He doesnt need to sleep and he can only pretend sleep for so long before he gets antsy- it takes him a while to understand that you need your sleep and how much you need. He doesnt mind staying in bed and cuddling with you to pass the time- hes very large, warm, and comfy so it's not a terrible set up! Sometimes pretends sleep, complete with a fake snore. A little big for the bed at I feet tall, and sometimes snatches the blanket to fully sell the "fake sleep" thing as well as rag dolling on you 6/10

Masky

He doesnt sleep around you, it's just a little quirk of his that he doesnt let his guard down at all- he doesnt exactly distrust you but its.. complicated. Hesitant when you offer to let him crawl into bed with you, he's rather fond of the little perch hes made in the corner of your room, but you cannot deny that he looks like a sleep paralysis demon to your fuzzy sleepy brain. Still as a corpse in bed, WILL yank the blanket back if you steal it in your sleep 7/10 not very disruptive otherwise

Hoodie

Will crawl into bed with you and get up close to you, loves pulling you close to him during the night. Falls asleep after you do, though he probably watches you in your sleep... smells like wet leaves and mulch 7.5/10, he let's you take his hoodie sometimes or even just crawl into it with him. Does not give a shit if it gets stretched out he can always get another one. Sleeps between you and the door to the bedroom

Jeff

Heavy sleeper and he snores loud, so good luck with that. Probably also a blanket thief. Bounces between staying up all night or falling asleep the second he hits the bed- really it depends on what hes been up to... at least he usually has the manners to take his bloodstained hoodie off before crawling into your bed.. probably kicks in his sleep.. 4/10

Puppeteer

Very hard and very cold, and I don't think he would need to sleep but can if he desires. Wants to be the one cuddled, just make sure to bundle up with some extra blankets so you can stay warm! Doesnt snore but you can hear his joints creak with each movement- you know, puppet stuff.. 5/10, not terrible but not spectacular

#creepypasta x reader #creepypasta x you #creepypasta imagine #slenderman x reader #Splendorman x reader #eyeless jack x reader #laughing jack x reader #masky x reader #hoodie x reader #jeff the killer x reader #puppeteer x reader

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ppnuggiexxx · 4 months ago

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Im craving for artist user around whb since i need artist users with Whb characters

If you don't mind can you write Artist user who's good really good at being an artist with Leviathan, Barbatos, Andre, Mammon?

the way user would look at them admiring and never afraid to look at them in the eyes in adoration or love because the user was just wandering around their facial shape(i forgot what word was it) and also their muscular body to where user just sketches them, admiring them with love and finding them beautiful on user’s eye. And also the way user looking at them makes them a little fluster just how much user were staring at them a lot by studying their facial expressions and shape (this is the word i lost oof)

(Sorry if it’s long i have so many ideas on the headcannon or any specific request—except oneshot since i cannot bare reading a lot of oneshot. Though i do wanna read the whb reaction or hc of it if this isn’t a struggle to write for you (⊃｡•́‿•̀｡)⊃

-> gn artist reader | whb

• characters :: mammon ,, leviathan ,, barbatos ,, andrealphus

• here you go ! :D i hope you enjoy them <3

- leviathan

| • at first it ticked him off when you just stared at him . he knows he's gorgeous but you don't have to stare like that ,, hes scrunching his nose up as he asks you what your problem is

| • when you explain you're just admiring his features and noting them down in your mind for later ,, he asks why

| • when he gets the true answer ,, that you're using him as your muse to draw ,, he feels quite proud that you chose him ,, but of course you would . you'd be a fool not to

| • though do keep your staring at a minimum ,, its hard for him to focus with your eyes on him 24/7

| • he wont ask to see your works but he is curious to how you draw him ,, probably snooping through your belongings when youre not aware

| • leviathan's heart clenches when he sees your works ,, how you draw him so gracefully and like an ethereal being

| • he secretly takes pictures and has them in a hidden folder on his phone

- barbatos

| • he notices your staring almost immediately ! he's quick to call you out ,, asking if its because he's just that beautiful you cant even tear your eyes from him

| • when you openly admit its so you can draw him accurately and grasp his features ,, hes swooning ! you're drawing him ? he wants to see !

| • its only fair after all ,, letting you use him as your muse ,, in return he gets to see your works

| • he has nothing but praise anyways ! he treats it like god had made it himself ,, being your #1 fan and supporter of your works

| • barbatos smothers you with smooches whenever you show him a new piece

| • do continue to show him anything you make <3

- mammon

| • he's already aware of your artistic habits ,, supplying you with the equipment you need to make your art comfortably

| • sketchbooks ? water colors and watercolor paper? oil pastels ? maybe even acrylics ,, or did you need more white gel pens . whatever you need ,, just say the word and he'll buy it for you

| • though he wasnt expecting his master to use him as a muse ,, gazing lovingly at his features and complimenting him in the process

| • he admires your work ,, hanging it up in the halls of his palace and always walks down the hall just to see it . whenever his nobles are over ,, hes shows them your work and remarks your effort and praises you for your talent

| • he appreciates any art of him ,, open to how people interpret him through his eyes ,, as everyone interprets the world differently and he loves to see your interpretation

- andrealphus

| • while hes not aware of your staring ,, he is notified by the chatter of other niflheim devils

| • after all ,, he isnt deaf ,, and the devils there do talk a little louder than most ,, especially when it comes to any gossip

| • knowing that you stare at him the most makes him curious . is it something about his scars and appearance that catches your attention ?

| • andrealphus asks you about it ,, happy that the real reason isnt you being scared of him but rather enchanted by his features

| • you tell him its so you can draw him ,, and hes more intrigued now . he cant see them but he'd love to feel the artworks ,, especially if its painted or layered in a way

| • his finger tips ghost over the canvas ,, feeling the ridges of different paint spots that didnt level evenly

| • he praises you for your work ,, bringing you close and planting a kiss to your head . your more than welcome to come feel him up if it helps with your art ,, feeling his facial anatomy could be beneficial (he just likes your touch)

#whb #📼.whb #whb x reader #mammon #whb mammon #mammon x reader #leviathan #whb leviathan #leviathan x reader #barbatos #whb barbatos #barbatos x reader #andrealphus #whb andrealphus #andrealphus x reader

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airybcby · 1 month ago

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heloooo airy! can i order a cappucino, with marshmallows, hot served, with barou? (BTW SUPER EXCITED FOR THIS EVENT!)

order up!

hot cappucino add marshmallows!

જ⁀✦ miss americana & the heartbreak prince

( barou shoei x reader )

♡ a/n — for my for here or to go event! find the menu here! (masterlist )

♡ word count — 2.2k

♡ content — barou shoei x reader, kinda gn? prob more fem, friends to lovers, late night convos, secret crush (kind of), kinda au where blue lock isnt a thing?, really just normal HS, mention of Barou's family, not proofread.

♡ synopsis — You've known Barou Shoei for a long time, but how long can you keep your feelings from him?

── .✦ you play stupid games, you win stupid prizes

Barou Shouei moves in the summer before second year of middle school.

You’re in your room when you see it happen — a sleek car, a mountain of moving boxes, and a boy who looks like he was carved from granite itself, standing stiffly in front of the front door while two movers argue over where to put a lamp.

You watch from your window, biting into a popsicle, eyes squinting.

He doesn’t talk to anyone. Doesn’t help unload. Just crosses his arms and watches everyone else work.

And later that night, when your eyes drift toward his window again, you spot him inside — arranging his books by color.

Then by height.

Then changing it again.

You time it. He spends thirty-five minutes adjusting his pencil case.

So, naturally, you knock on his door the next day.

Three times.

You’re wearing a messy hoodie and pajama shorts, hands on your hips.

When he opens the door, he stares at you blankly — that same intensity from the window now aimed directly at your face.

You smile like it doesn’t affect you.

“Hi! Come help me clean my room.”

And Barou Shoei — a boy you’ve never spoken to before — slams the door in your face.

You’d be embarrassed if it wasn’t so funny.

He doesn’t know you. He will, though. You make sure of it.

A few days later, you spot him again in his window — cleaning his desk for the fourth time in a week.

You lean out of yours and launch a pencil toward his closed glass. Then another.

Then a paper airplane with “stop being antisocial” scrawled in pink marker.

The fourth pencil hits dead center and bounces off the pane.

Barou slides his window open with the kind of rage you’d expect from a villain in a drama.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” he calls.

You beam. “You talk!”

“I was cleaning.”

“Obsessively,” you grin. “Come help me clean my room instead.”

He stares like you’re speaking a different language. “No.”

But he doesn’t close the window.

And you keep talking.

That’s the real beginning of everything.

By the time you’re in high school, it’s become routine.

He’s your closest friend — though Barou never uses that word.

You walk home together (sometimes two steps behind because he walks too fast), sit in silence in each other’s rooms after long days (his: spotless, yours: organized chaos), and share late-night conversations across your windows.

You leave your curtains open at night, lamps warm, music drifting.

Sometimes you work quietly in tandem, other times you swap notes, complain about teachers, or argue over which protein bar brand is best.

You’re the one who made him try strawberry milk.

He’s the one who remembered your test dates and bought your favorite snacks without ever admitting it.

He never lets anyone else close. But you’re in.

Somehow, despite the way he snarls and glares and rolls his eyes — you’re in.

The truth is, you like him.

You’ve liked him since the day he opened that window.

He’s sharp-tongued and stubborn and infuriating.

But also quiet, observant, reliable in ways no one ever gives him credit for.

Sometimes, when you catch him looking at you — really looking, like you’re the only person in the world — your breath stutters in your throat and you think: maybe he likes you too.

But he never says anything. Never does anything. Just keeps letting you into his life, one quiet moment at a time.

So you don’t say anything either.

It’s raining one night when he knocks on your window.

Not his usual call. A real knock.

You open it, blinking. “You okay?”

He climbs in on the ladder you two set up your first year of high school — a little damp, hair mussed, shirt sticking slightly to his chest.

“Power went out at mine,” he grumbles. “Can’t sleep.”

“Your backup generator didn’t kick in?”

“I didn’t turn it on,” he mutters, settling on your bed. “Didn’t think it’d storm.”

You toss him a towel and flick your lamp on lower.

“I’m glad you’re here,” you say casually, trying not to show how fast your heart is racing. “Storms are always better with company.”

Barou hums, toweling his hair with sharp motions.

Then quiet.

For a while it’s just the storm.

Then—

“Do you ever think about…moving away?”

You turn, surprised. “What?”

“Like. Leaving. Doing something bigger. Somewhere else.”

You blink. “Is this about soccer?”

Barou shrugs. “Maybe.”

“You’ll go pro,” you say softly. “You’re so good. I’d follow your games even if you moved to Iceland.”

He snorts. “I hate the cold.”

You smile.

He doesn’t look at you when he says, “Would you actually come?”

Your chest tightens. “Anywhere.”

The storm rumbles outside.

And Barou Shouei — usually so composed, so shut off — looks at you with something wide and wondering in his eyes.

But he doesn’t say anything else.

It was supposed to be just another lazy weekend.

The match was on — a big one.

National-level players, maybe even a few names Barou mentioned once, long ago, in that rare voice of reverence.

You’re sprawled across his bed, half-eaten snacks on the floor, and the blue glow of the TV casting flickers across his neatly kept room.

You’ve done this a hundred times.

But today, something feels different.

Barou is quiet.

Quieter than usual.

He’s sitting on the edge of the bed, one leg bent, arms resting across his knee. Focused. Too focused.

You glance over at him, grinning. “You know that’s gonna be you one day, right?”

Nothing.

Not even the usual scoff.

You nudge him with your foot. “Barou.”

He lets out a grunt. “Tch.”

You roll your eyes. “That’s it? That’s all I get?”

He doesn’t look away from the screen. “It’s just a game.”

You sit up straighter, frowning. “It’s not just a game. This is what you’ve always wanted.”

He finally turns to you — and for a second, something unreadable crosses his face. “Don’t start.”

“I’m not starting anything,” you reply, gentler now. “I just… I know you. You’ve been talking about playing pro since middle school.”

“Yeah. Well.” His gaze drops. “I’m not going.”

You blink. “What?”

He shrugs, like it’s nothing. Like it’s always been this way. “I’m not leaving.”

The words sink like concrete in your chest. “You’re… what do you mean?”

“I’m staying,” he says again. Matter of fact. Final.

You sit up fully now. “But why?”

He doesn’t answer.

You press, voice slightly rising. “Shoei—this has been your dream since we were twelve. You used to train in the rain. You used to talk about living overseas. You—”

“I changed my mind.”

“No. You didn’t.” You shake your head. “You’re lying.”

“I’m not.”

“Yes, you are.” Your voice cracks. “What’s really going on?”

He stands suddenly. Too fast. “I don’t want to talk about this.”

“No, you never want to talk,” you fire back, standing too. “You want to bury it, pretend it doesn’t exist. But I see you, Barou.”

“Then stop.”

The words hit like a slap. The silence that follows is deafening.

You swallow, tears stinging your eyes. “You’re not staying for your sisters. Or your mom. You’re staying because you’re scared.”

He flinches. Just barely. But it’s enough.

You take a step forward. “You’re scared of what happens when you don’t have us around. When you’re alone.” You jab your finger into his chest. “You’re terrified.”

He’s silent. Breathing hard. Jaw clenched.

“There’s nothing here to stay for,” you say, quieter now. “We’ll all support you no matter where so just-”

That’s when it happens.

He moves. One step. Two.

And then he grabs your face and kisses you.

It’s not soft. It’s not sweet.

It’s years of tension, pressure, held breath.

It’s all the things he’s never said, never let himself admit.

You gasp into it, stunned — and then melt, hands fisting the front of his shirt. You kiss him back like you’ve been waiting your whole life. Because maybe you have.

When he pulls away, you’re breathless, eyes wide.

“I don’t want to leave,” he says, voice hoarse. “Because I don’t want to leave you.”

You stare at him. “Shoei…”

“I know it’s stupid,” he mutters, eyes darting away. “I know I’m throwing shit away. I just—” his hands drop from your face, falling to his sides. “I don’t care.”

You reach for him.

This time, you kiss him. Softer. Calmer. Like you’re grounding him.

When you pull back, you rest your forehead against his. “You're not throwing this away. Not for me. Yeah?”

He exhales shakily. “I don’t-”

You smile. “Just do it. I’ll always be there.”

He doesn’t walk you home after practice the next day.

Which is… weird.

Because he always does.

Even if the team’s dragging themselves through drills, even if his backpack’s broken and spilling gear, even if you don’t talk the whole way home — he walks beside you, shoulder to shoulder, always.

But today?

You wait at the gate.

Five minutes. Then ten.

When you finally peek inside the gym, you catch a glimpse of him ducking out the back. He’s gone before you can call out.

You think — maybe he had to rush home.

Maybe it’s nothing.

Except the next morning, you wake up to overcast skies and Barou’s bedroom window is closed.

The curtains are drawn.

And not in the many years you’ve known him — through rain, typhoons, cold snaps and blazing summer — have you ever seen that curtain closed.

He’s shutting you out.

Literally.

You try to knock, once. Twice.

Like that first time all those years ago. You even toss a pencil at his window.

Nothing.

On the third day, it hits you. He’s not ignoring you.

He’s hiding.

You see him at school — across the field during practice, in the cafeteria line, in the hallway — and every time, his eyes flick away the moment you look up.

The worst part? It’s not even cruel.

It’s cowardice.

And that makes your heart ache in ways it never has before.

Because now you know.

Now you’ve felt it — the way his hand curled behind your neck when he kissed you, the way he pulled you in like he couldn’t breathe without you.

And now it’s like none of it ever happened.

Except it did.

And you can’t take it anymore.

So on the fourth day, you storm across the street, climb the little gate that separates your houses, and knock on his door with the weight of every word he hasn’t said.

No answer.

You try again. Louder this time. “Barou!”

You don’t care who hears.

Still nothing.

You pound once more and then snap, “If you don’t open this door, I’m going to make a scene.”

Silence.

Then… footsteps. Slow. Reluctant.

When the door creaks open, he’s there — tired eyes, hair down, tension across his shoulders like he’s bracing for a fight.

He stares.

You stare back. “Really?” you whisper. “This is what you do? After everything?”

He doesn’t speak.

So you keep going.

“You avoid me. You act like it didn’t happen. You shut me out like I’m some stranger—like we didn’t grow up together, like I don’t know exactly who you are.” Your voice shakes. “What the hell, Shoei?”

“I didn’t mean to,” he mutters.

“You kissed me.”

“I know.”

“You told me you didn’t want to leave because of me.”

“I know.”

You throw your arms up. “Then what is this?”

He runs a hand through his hair, breathing hard like he’s trying to keep himself steady. “I don’t know how to do this.”

“Yes, you do,” you say, quieter now. “You just don’t want to.”

“That’s not true.”

“Then look at me and say it isn’t.”

And he does.

Slowly. Reluctantly.

Red eyes meeting yours.

“I meant it,” he says, voice low and rough. “Every damn word.”

You feel your heart stutter.

“But I thought…” He looks away again. “If I let you in, I’d lose everything I worked for.”

You blink. “Shoei…”

“I didn’t know if I could be that guy. The one who can be a boyfriend. Someone who—” he cuts off, jaw clenched. “I can’t mess this up.”

Your voice breaks. “Then why are you pushing me away?”

“Because I already feel like I don’t deserve you,” he says. “And you haven’t even kissed me twice.”

Silence.

Then, slowly, you step forward.

You take his hand.

And you squeeze it three times.

Maybe one a little too hard to get your frustration through to him. Oops.

“I didn’t kiss you back because I had to,” you whisper. “I kissed you back because I wanted to. Because I’ve wanted to for a long time.”

His eyes flicker.

Your fingers curl around his wrist. “You don’t get to pretend that didn’t happen. I won’t let you.”

He breathes out like he’s been holding his lungs hostage. “I’m sorry.”

“I know.”

Another breath.

Then: “You’re still gonna throw pencils at my window?”

You smile, watery. “If you keep being an idiot, yeah.”

He huffs, barely a laugh — and then steps forward, arms wrapping around your waist, forehead dropping against yours.

For the first time in days, he lets himself breathe with you again.

And this time?

You know he won’t shut the curtain.

i LOVE barou so i'm very happy you sent this ask in :)))

i hope you liked it!!

likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated!!

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domoriu · 6 months ago

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thinking about jaehyun… who just needs to be filled up all the time like the whore he is.

cw. smut mdni ! sub!jaehyun gn!reader, anal play & toys used on jaehyun

the boy was so cockdrunk, no matter what you did he’d somehow always want more. your lubed up fingers stretching his hole out while he trembles under your touch.

“more, more” he pokes his ass out as a way to convince you, you’re already three fingers deep and you know at this rate he’d probably want all of your fingers.

sliding your fingers out of the boy, you decide he’s prepped enough for the dildo you had bought just for him. he whimpers at the loss of contact, burying his face into the pillows while he waits for you to lube up the silicone before pressing it against his hole.

jaehyun loves being filled up. ever since the first time he tried it with you he just knew he’d want to be filled up all the time. and then he started getting greedy, needing more and more — longer, thicker, harder, he doesn’t even need to touch his cock in order to cum when you fuck him, abusing his prostate until he’s making a mess all over the sheets, your hands, and his tummy.

like now, tears fill jaehyuns waterline as he squirms. he can’t move much with the way you have him tied to a chair, stuffed to the hilt with a dildo suctioned to the seat. every time he moves the silicone moves in him, rubbing against his walls so deliciously. the pleasure he was feeling is only amplified with the vibrating cock ring you put on him, bucking his hips into the air. he cant tell where his last orgasm ends and his next one starts, but he can’t complain when it feels so good.

“be a good boy and fuck my hand, hyunnie” your words ring through his ears and he barely hears you, but he’s still attentive even when he’s so overstimulated. he looks down and sees your hand so close to his cock, tip red and leaking and practically begging for your touch. he does what he’s told, raising his hips so his cock fits into the O shape you have your hand in, sliding against the skin before moving back down.

he can barely handle all the stimulation, the drag of his cock against your hand with each raise of his hips mixed with the way he sinks back down onto the cock inside of him, stretching him out so good and deep, and then the low vibrations from the cock ring were just so much for him. he wouldn’t be able to last much longer, and you coo at his dazed state.

“mmph, cum- gonna cum-“ jaehyun bites his lip, trying to distract himself from the way you stare at him and how he can hear the sounds from his skin making contact with the bottom of the chair.

“that’s it, cum all over my hand baby… make a mess for me” and with a tight squeeze around his cock he’s cumming, bottoming out around the silicone toy as he drips all down your hand. he grinds his hips as he rides his orgasm out, slowly coming back to reality through his blurred vision. you tsk when his hips come to a stop, using your free hand to pinch his outer thigh and he yelps.

“ah ah, dont slow down. i know you can take some more, cant you? my little slut can take all that i give him, right?”

for @zynz0 …. im feeling evil rn 🙂‍↕️ this is kinda formatted weird sorry i hope its still good <3 🤓

also !!! do you guys fw gn!reader… i feel like if its focused on the idol mainly then adding fem reader isnt too important :3

#bnd smut #boynextdoor smut #myungjae smut #myung jaehyun smut #boynextdoor jaehyun smut #bnd jaehyun smut #bnd x reader smut #kiwi luvs bonedo …♡ᵎᵎ #myungjae …☆ᵎᵎ

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st4r-th0ughts · 2 months ago

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Happy birthday, Kakavasha.

masterlist

Aventurine x gn bodyguard reader

ʚɞ series masterlist

ʚɞ recommend to read this

ׂ╰┈➤

tw/cw: ‘they were roommates that want to make out but are too idiotic to make a move’ ahh, Aventurine has shitty lifestyle habits, this is in the same au as this, the cat cakes are in here and keep jumping both of you, not proofread!

note(s): I should be studying but I love aventurine so it’s ok, tags: @walpurg @rxzennia @sh1-n0bu @honkai-star-thirst (if you want I can add you to a taglist), @briefblazefox (an apology for the angst)

summary: birthdays are a occasion you have never celebrated. But for him, you’ll do anything.

(word count: 1.3k)

ׂ╰┈➤ [𓏵]- your name

The alarm blared you awake as you sit up, your hand fumbling by your bedside for the earring Aventurine had gifted you months ago, before it hits the button on your phone to mute the annoying noise making your hed pound.

Turning the screen to you, the numbers read 7:30 am, a rare timing for you to wake as your usually up and about at 4:00- 4:30am, ready to wake Aventurine at precisely at 6 to start the day.

But, the date reads 5 May. The day of the Kakava, and Sir’s birthday. You know this because he’d mentioned it in passing before, when you were accomapnying him through a mall for his usual shopping sprees, and in a arcade, a birthday party was being held for a young boy.

A girl, perhaps a few years older than him, was standing beside him, cheering him with the boy’s friends while he blew out the candles. You caught a glimpse of Aventurine’s face, how he stares a bit too long at the sibling duo, and how his eyes look fondly at them, and how his smile falters before it cheers up and he looks away again.

You dont know much about Aventurine, in all honesty. You only knew he came from Sigonia, and was possibly one of the last Avgins from his homeplanet, and that was only because late one night, you’d gone back to the IPC’s library to consult the records.

Birthdays were a occasion that was not so revered in Everflame mansion. When you came of age, they were barely acknowleged at all, because such occasions never served your job a purpose.

But when Aventurine first managed to pry that information out of you, your last birthday was him spoiling you 24/7 with lavish gifts and decadent food. Sure, he does it often, but you notice that he’d made the effort to buy you things you want, food you had been dying to taste, unlike the inital gifts where it was more of trying to buy your loyalty.

However, Aventurine is rich. He’s a trillionare, maybe even richer than one, consideirng you watched him spend 3 trillion dollars betting on something against the grey haired trailblazer, while you had a decent income just by being his bodyguard.

Therefore, he is able to buy eveyrthing to your heart’s desire, and by entent, his own. How are you supposed to appease his tatses? All the things you think of buying for him, one, he’d either refund the purchase, or it’s something he has already has or tried before.

The only thing that you can think of, is cooking for him. Aventurine, as extravagent and as expensive his tastebuds are, he has shit eating habits. If he isnt eating out with you or during meetings and events, he practically lives off coffee from the hours he spends in his office, you have to be the one to remind him to eat because at best, he’ll microwave instant noodles or a snadwich. It’s infuriating, because he’s always teasing you for eating badly yourself, yet he doesnt take his own advice.

You wouldnt say you’re great at cooking. Your hands were precise and still, making it easy for things like cracking eggs, and knife skills come in handy when cutting and carving fruits. But other things like perfecting the heat of a pan are not your strong suits. Staring at the recipe page detailing a step by step instruction on how to make pancakes, you stare at the part where they said to seperate the yolks and whites before glancing back at the bowl where you had whisked them both together.

You hope the smell of the failed pancakes that sit on a plate either raw or burnt dont wake up Aventurine. Coupled with his terrible eating habits, he sleeps rather late and gets up early. You’ve never seen him when he just wakes up, but you’ve seen him with dark rims round his eyes, and you’d rather he wake up on his own time. The cats are meowing incessantly at your feet, maybe they’ll serve as his mini alarm clocks with how loud they’re complaining about being hungry.

When 8:15 rolls around, you hear footsteps pattering slugishly down the steps, and a there’s a small smile you quikcly suppress out of instinct. You’re proud of what you have accomplished, a decent breakfast of pancakes, eggs and bacon that you had pulled out from the forgotten asscrack of the freezer. The unsuccessful pancakes are on your own plate, and the coffee is steaming in his mug.

“[𓏵]? What is…?”

Ah. Groggy and disoriented, it’s rare for you to ever see Aventurine not looking like his usual smug self and ready with his witty quips. The cat cakes meow loudly as they leap to his feet, one of them pawing and prancing at his feet while the other two leap on the kitchen counter to try and cling onto the gambler.

You let yourself smile lightly, grabbing the plate and setting it gently in front of Aventurine, pursing your lips as one of the cat cakes decide to paw at your slippers, the other two still seeking attention while Aventurine pets them. His pyjamas are loose, and his neck and part of his chest are exposed. You watch as he snags a strawberry slice into his mouth, watching his eyes open from the sweetness.

“I thought you’d be hungry.”

You mutter awkwardly, cringing internally at the shit conversation starter, sighing as you scratch the back of your neck, your eyes softening as you gaze at Aventurine, who is looking at the food with a suprised look, which doesnt surprise you entirely, you know part of his past, he’d probably never had much of a decent breakfast, much less have anyone make some for him.

“It’s your birthday, you told me back in December when we were shopping.”

Aventurine’s gaze tilts to face you, his stunned expression sticking as his mouth opens in silence. No one has truly knows his birthday, save for a few like Topaz and Ratio, who send him birthday texts and leave gifts on his office desk. But he’s used to having a silent birthday, just buying a small cake and with only the cats to keep him company on the very day where his life went downhill.

“I dont celebrate birthdays often, I… actually dont think I’ve had one myself until you bothered to smother me with gifts and extravagence.”

You sigh, standing awkwardly agsint the counter as you stare at the floor, blinking as one of the cat cakes stare back with big, googly eyes that make it seem like they have absolutely no thoughts in thier eyes, unlike you, because there are thousands of thoughts racing through your mind.

The man cuts off your thoughts as he stands up, walking towards you and wrapping hesitant arms around you, and the warmth of his body, the proximity makes your face heat up, stiffening as your right arm gently wraps around Aventurine, your palm finding his waist as you lock eyes.

“Aventurine-”

“Kakavasha.”

He interupts you, pulling away from the hug while you’re internally dissapointed at the lack of warmth, your eyes making contact as the blond gazes at you with a soft, grateful look as he smiles, a genuine one.

“My name is Kakavasha, [𓏵].”

After a few moments of silence, you nod. The morning light bounces off Kakavasha’s face, making him impossibly handsome in the bright light, his hair is accentuated by the warm shine, your heart races faster as your hand finds his.

“Yes, of course, sir.”

You murmur softly, the cats yowling wildly in thier protest of not being fed, and Kakavasha laughs as one of them pounced on the counter and smushes thier way between you, the other two trying to accompany it.

“Happy birthday, Kakavasha.”

fin.

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𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌 𝐀 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐄

DAY 10: SOMINOPHILIA

With: Levi Ackerman

Word Count: 3.2k

Warnings: gn! reader, sub! levi, nightmares + insomnia mentioned, oral (m! receiving), handjob in dreams, implied age gap, set in around season 2 timeline? im kinda forgetting which season erwin was in... kissing..lots of kissing, reader being puppy coded and levi is sick in love

A/N: sorry this is late!!!! i hope this also isnt too confusing considering it switches back and forth between his dream and irl. idk. also title is named after a song by The Mamas and The Papas that i LOVEEEE

Levi Ackerman finds himself plagued with nightmares. It was always like that though, since he could remember at least. Three to four nights a week he awakes in the middle of night dripping with sweat with his heart nearly beating out of his chest. He has grown used to the lack of sleep by now, it barely bugs him anymore.

That is, until he found someone to share his bed with.

You were his light, as dramatic and sappy as it sounds, and something he will never admit out loud. But it was true, finally in this dim world he finds himself in, you came crashing in, brighter than the sun. He had fallen for you in record time, and you, drawn to his stoic and feisty aura, came tumbling down after him.

It's been a year now since you've gotten together, and Levi swears the nightmares are getting less frequent.

Well, at least in the nights where you lay beside him. The nights where you hold him, and he has easier access to your heartbeat. The steady rhythm of your chest rising and falling. Alive.

He doesn't go into too much depth about the nightmares, but you know the general scene of them, usually relating back to his comrades deaths. He has mentioned that the recent ones involve you, and it makes your heart crumble for your beloved each time his voice cracks through the explanation. You don’t press too much on the matter – the nights he wakes up in a cold sweat, you are there to ease him back to sleep, reassuring that you and he are safe. He almost gets a full night of sleep with you around.

But alas, you aren’t all sunshine and rainbows, and neither is he. Nope, you happen to be one of the most erotic people have ever met (though, he hasn’t met many). A sick brat is what he calls you, or sometimes a disgusting pervert, if he’s feeling extra grumpy. The nicknames fly past your head, as you pepper his face with kisses. It was all in good spirit, is what you remind yourself at least.

“Soooo, Hange recommended–”

“No.”

You pout at the man, pulling away from his chest to glare at him. “You didnt even let me finish my sentence.”

His cold face doesnt let up, even if his eyes hold a playful light to them. “I am smart enough to recognize that anything having to do with Hange is a bad idea.”

You playfully hit his chest, and the man raises his eyebrows at you. A smile pulls at your lips, and Levi cant help but stare whimsically at you. It was unfair, really. “Fine, get on with it, brat.”

“How would you feel if I woke you up with a blow job?” His reaction is immediate, first shock, and then as a couple seconds go by he seems to be much more inclined to agree, but then finally settles on an scowl.

“Why were you talking to Hange about these things?”

You cock your head to the side, tapping on your chin. “Well, I mentioned that your nightmares have started again, and they told me that oral sex helps stop them. Something neurologically with your dick and brain? I don't know.”

He stares at you for a couple of seconds, bewildered at your explanation. But, he realizes quickly what is up, and he immediately pinches the bridge of his nose with a long sigh. “They are fucking with you, idiot. Just trying to get me laid. Hange has always been like that.”

Your face falls at the words, and Levi swears you managed to master the kicked puppy look. He grabs your hands and pulls you back onto his chest, rolling his eyes when you hum into his skin. The warmth brought him comfort, and he finds himself more at peace. “I mean…It won't help with the nightmares, but who would turn down waking up to a blowjob?” Levi mumbles into your hair, while rubbing his hands up and down your arms.

You twist to look up at him, the familiar grin back on your face. “Yeah?”

He scoffs at you, an embaressed blush coating his cheeks. “Just dont wake me up early, alright. Just gonna piss me off.”

He swears he can see you wagging a tail. “Of course, Captain!”

Two weeks have gone by, and Levi has not woken up to your face anywhere near his dick. He has awoke to kisses along his cheeks, and neck, but that wasnt new, you were always disgustingly affectionate in your half awake state. He holds a content (half) smile for about ten seconds as he shuts the door of your room, only for it to drop when he sees Hange.

He wasnt the one to complain though, maybe you were just teasing him. You always did like to press his buttons. He wasn't going to give you the satisfaction of knowing he wants it. So, the dark haired man continues on, nightmares and all, through the weeks.

By the time a month came passing by, he knows that you forgot all about your stupid little promise – your stupid naive words that only worked to piss him off. He glared at you from across the halls for a whole week – never daring to actually show you real signs that he was upset. But after you accidentally caught him frowning at you from across the training grounds, he was immediately dragged back your shared rooms, and fucked lovingly, as you apolgized for everything you could think of that would piss the man off.

You didnt mention the blowjob, but Levi was content with the disheveled hair, and the hickeys and bite marks littering his body, so he forgives you.

He forgets about the blowjob after two months. You were more horny than usual, so the two of you were at it multiple times a week. He would end up too exhausted to hold any real dreams, including his nightmares.

Levi was okay with it.

9 am. Levi, for the first time ever, was oversleeping. Of course when you woke up at 8 am, on your day off from training, and found your lover by your side, you couldnt help but be shocked. He was usually gone by 5 am to get to training.

But you heard him woke up multiple times in the middle of the night. The nightmares were back. His shaky hands wrapped around you, and he panted into your neck, trembling like you've never seen before. You don't know what triggered it, but Levi seemed to have a really bad night.

He deserves to sleep in. So, at fifteen past 8, you scamper to Erwins office and beg the commander for Levi to have a day off. He always did have a soft spot for you. For one, you brought happiness to humanities strongest, and also because his friend silently threatened him death if he was to mistreat you. Erwin agreed without much hesitation.

You crawl into bed next to your lover, and begin to trace his content face. At least the nightmares were gone for the night.

Then, the realization hits you. This was the perfect time for you to finally do as promised.

You waited months because you wanted Levi to forget about your words. Of course, you assumed he forgot them after a couple of days, paying no attention to your promise, but you waited it out just in case.

And now, the both of you dont have any plans today. A once in a lifetime experience, it has got to be.

So with one more glance at your lover, you kiss his cheek, hold back a small giggle, and slowly remove the blanket from his lap. Then, you slide yourself down on the bed, and carefully manevuer yourself in between his legs. He doesnt sleep with much attire, growing hot in the night. Plus with the addition of the cold sweat he often finds himself in, he learns that going next to bare was easier.

You pull down his boxers, and are immediately exposed to a dark patch of hair. It's trimmed properly, but he prefers to have a little hair down their over being completely shaven. Something on the lines of protecting his dick from germs or whatnot. You dont listen to the details, only thinking about how hot it is.

The boxers make it past his thighs, and you glance back up at the man. He doesn't even seem to flinch when the cool air comes into contact with his skin. He snoozes peacefully into the pillow, his dark hair covering his eyes.

His dick lays limp against his leg, and you pick it up slowly, careful to not wake him up. You run your fingers over it a couple of times, and then, holding the back of it with your fingers to support it, you run your tongue from bottom to top of the length.

Levi doesn't move. You take that as a sigh to continue.

Another stripe of the tongue, and then two more, and nothing happens. You grow bolder by the moment. You place his still soft cock into your mouth, and this time you do hear a reaction. Its a quiet sigh, but it was something. His eyes still remain shut.

Slowly, you begin to suckle on the tip, finding it easier to fit it in your mouth while soft. Your tongue roams the shaft, and you press sloppy, wet kisses to his veins. Blood rushes to his cock unconsciously, and Levi still has not stirred, even with his cock now hard. You chuckle with amusement, but dont stop your movements, now dragging your hands along his thighs to appreciate his body.

Levi was having a good dream. It wasnt like the past couple of nightmares, no, this one seemed to have a light hue. It was just the two of you, laying with your backs against grass. A open field, far away from everyone, and not a threat in sight. Titans were gone.

A peaceful world for the two of you. A world Levi craved.

His hands trace your face, and he stares at you, admiring every crease and divot of your skin. You slide your way over toward him, leaning forward to kiss him. “I love you.”

He hums, eyes falling shut, as he wraps his arms around your body. “Yeah, yeah. Love ya too, brat.”

You giggle at him, and suddenly the smile on your face shifts. It turns soft, the tips of your mouth curling up in an almost feline way, while you eyes become hooded. He watches you lean forward and press your lips to his. The man doesnt stop you, gently kissing you back while your tongue slips into his mouth. Levi gulps when your hands trace down to his pants, and he quickly looks around the meadow, afraid to discover an unwelcomed guest. Of course there was nobody, it was a dream, not a nightmare. Your hand slips into his pants, and Levi’s back arches in the grass.

He twitches in his sleep and you smile fondly at the man. The tip of his cock rest against your cheek, as you admire him for a second too long, only to be rewarded with jolt of his hips from the source unknown, sending it slapping across your face. You hold back a laugh, and then grab at it again, mumbling out a, “Even a brat in your sleep, huh Captain?”

You lean forward and wrap your lips around him again.

“D-Don't stop!” Levi groans out, hands clutching at your shirt while he squeezes his eyes shut. It doesn't stop the sun from getting past his eyelids, so he moves closer to you to hopefully block it out. You press your lips to his neck, nibbling at the space just beneath his ears.

“Would never,” You purr, and the man glances at your hand. His pants are pulled down completely now, and your pace was rutheless in its up and down motions. It sends him shivering, and covering his face with the back of his arm. He breathes through clenched teeth, and tries his best not to let out a whimper. The man hears your giggle, and before he could stop himself, the whine slips out.

The first noise of the morning was a low whimper. Not much, but definitely there, and unbelievably cute. You grip at his hips and try to take him deeper, but his hips thrusts back into your mouth with another paired whine. Your eyes widen, and you gag out at the unexpected movement, having to pull away to catch your breath. His dark hair whips back and forth, and he continues to make low mewling noises. “Huh, and you call me the pervert. What are you dreaming about, pretty?”

Levi moans into your mouth, wrapping his arms around your neck. His hips buck up into your hands, and you playfully bite his lip, earning a dramatic grunt in complaint. He grips your hair and pulls you back to his lips before you try and let out another teasing remark. Precum leaks onto your hand, and he swears that it provides more of the makeshift lube then usual. Your hand feels better than normal, strangely damp, and so warm. Did handjobs always feel this good?

He can feel his high approaching and his breaths come out quicker. “Gonna..cum. Fuck!”

You detach yourself from his lips. “No, no, no! Not yet!” You tease, voice light and almost giggly. It wasn't the first time you denied him of his release, but it was rare. You always di did pamper him.

The man scowls at you, borderline on the cusp of baring his teeth. “Why?” He demands, short and simple, but shows exactly how peeved he is. Levi is more than surprised to feel that you didn't squeeze his cock in warning. No, still the warm, tight feeling, that does not make any sense to him.

“Can you do something for me first?”

A demand from you? Unheard of. “Get on with it, I-Im close”

Your hand movements become louder and louder, and it shouldn't sound like that. It's so lewd, and the squelching noise are never that loud.

You press you lips to his ear, and a shiver runs down his spine at your breath, which is strangely cooler than usual. “Wake up, Captain.”

His eyes snap open immediately and he pants into the dark room. Levi hears it first, before he feels it. A loud slurping sort of noise, and the man feels his cock trapped between something warm, wet.

A throat. Not a hand.

He is quick to manevour himself to hold his weight on his elbows, and glances down at you, breaths coming out shallow and quick. You smile when you catch his eye, and for a second you pull away from him. You pepper his length down with kisses. “Well, well, good morning, sleepy head,” You mumble, letting another swipe of your tongue graze his thick blue vein. Then, with little hesitation, you dive back onto his cock, taking it as far as you can into your mouth.

“What are you–Fuck!” His legs instinctually bend outward, and his back arches. His head was still foggy in his half sleepen state. Was that all a dream? Was this real? He grips onto your hair, and does his best not to force you deeper onto his cock.

Levi could feel his orgasm approaching and rapidly, same as the dream. But this time it was real, and by god did it feel that way. His hips buck into your mouth and he lets out loud moans, tucking his face into the pillow to try and muffle them.

He tries to ask for permission again to cum again, hoping that this time real you wouldnt lead him on. It comes out more as a command, but you just roll your eyes with a smile, the giggle in the back of your throat sending him spiral.

“Cumming. Oh god. Thank you, thank you, thank you!” He chants, and your eyes widen in shock, but you don't pull away from his cock. He was never the one to be polite in bed, the little brat was always barking commands and half hearted complaints. He must be really enjoying this treat if he was to thank you.

You dont have time to dwell on it much, because he forces your head lower onto his cock and cums into your mouth. You wince at the taste, but bear no mind to it as you watch your lover unravel. His back still continues to arch (which you will never get over) while his eyes are shut. The noises he lets out are soft, more of a mewl and a groan, but adorable nonetheless. His whole body trembles and his legs lay out wide, shaking under the force of the orgasm.

You pull away when he is done, and wipe your lips with the back of your hand. “Taste perfect as usual. Always so good on your diet!”

He rolls his eye at you, but it doesn't hold much bite considering that the man seemed to be basking in the post orgasm glow. “You are gross. I know that shit tastes bad.”

“Nope! Anything that the Captian makes is amazing”

He throws a pillow at your face, and you pout at him, a dramatic whine slipping past your lips. “Don't call me that, I am not even your Captain anymore, brat. And stop pouting!” He demands, pulling up his boxers before letting out a big stretch.

“Why are you so mean to me?” You complain, crawling forward to lay on his chest. “After I gave you head too!”

The frown does not drop from his face, but he does trace his fingers along your face. A silent token of affection that you purr into. “Took ya long enough. Thought you forgot about it.”

You fake hurt, taking in a dramatic breath. “Of course not! I would never lie to you.” The words are light, and holds a smile in them. “And hey, dont you think you are a little spoiled? Complaining that you got a blowjob too late.”

Levi doesnt even seem to react, his facial expression remaining neutral, and his words flat. “No ‘m not. Said thank you and everything.”

To this, you do nod, practically vibrating with affection to give. It was too hard to really be upset with him. “Super polite of you! I was so impressed!”

This does make him roll his eyes. “You really think low of me, huh?”

You poke at his cheek with a smile plastered on your face. “Aww cmon dont be dramatic again. You know I dont. Oh! Also, did it help with the nightmares?” You tease, knowing exactly what type of dream he really was having. “You sounded very….Scared in your dream.”

He seems to flush red, but alas, Levi was never the one to be on the losing foot. “....Yes. Seems like you are going to have to do this for me everyday. To stop the nightmares.”

You burst out laughing, and fail to see the small grin that creeps up the dark haired man's face.

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