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jake-whatthefisgoingon-kiszka · 7 months ago

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Not going to lie guys I was so excited about this project but when I sat down to actually write it I struggled sooo much. So here it is Part 1, it’s short, it’s setting the scene, it is what it is

Pairings: Jake Kiszka X Danny Wagner *slash for the baes

Warnings and tags: 18+ ONLY!! sorry minors disperse! Adult themes including: insecurity, mention of body dismorphia (very breif), mentions of death of a loved one, mentions of depression, Dad Jake AU, uncle Danny AU (I am not using Danny’s irl sister as inspiration for this, the character referred to here is completely made up), flirting, slow burn

Word count: 3.7k

Jake never imagined his life would end up the definition of suburbia. The days came and went one after the other in a blur of cut-and-dry: school, work, practice, dinner, bed, and repeat. He loved his life, he loved his home, he loved his daughter, but he never really knew what he was missing until life brought him the unexpected.

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Another morning went by after Jake packed a lunch for his daughter and got her ready for school.

“Daddy?” Her little voice called out from the backseat as they waited in line at the drop off. The school was only a couple of blocks away but Jake preferred to drive her himself rather than let her take the bus at such a young age- he could be a little overprotective sometimes.

“Yes darling?” He replied, looking through the rear view mirror to catch a glimpse at her as she spoke.

“Are you coming to my graduation?” She asked, carefully anouncuating ‘graduation’ after they had spent some time practicing on it together.

“Of course I am. You only graduate kindergarten once”.

“Did you graduate kindergarten?”

“I did, a long time ago” Jake chuckled. She was at the stage where everything was a question that led to another question, but rather than being annoyed by it he liked to indulge her a little sometimes.

“Did Mommy graduate kindergarten?”

“She did, when she was just a little girl like you” he answered her again, only this time he quietly hoped this was the end of her string of questioning for now.

When she was younger she never seemed to be bothered about being raised by Jake alone. Having been too little to really remember much about her mother or her passing. It wasn’t until she’d started school last year that she heard other children talking about their daddies and mommies that she started to realize their home life wasn’t exactly the norm.

It was a tough conversation for him to have with her, still believing she was too innocent to have to grasp the concept of death. But when she’d randomly asked one day after school why she didn’t have a mommy, he knew he had to tell her that she did and she was loved so incredibly much, but her mommy just wasn’t here with them anymore.

To make up for that Jake tried to give his daughter as much love and attention as possible. Although even if he’d never admit it, he was exhausted, wearing himself thin with both solo-parenting and working on running the foundation his wife had left him in charge of.

After another successful drop off at the elementary school, Jake finished getting himself ready for the day. Work was just busy enough to keep himself sufficiently occupied, powering through lunch so he could leave early.

Today was the first day of practice with the pee-wee soccer team Jake had volunteered to coach. Sure that was just another responsibility to juggle on his plate, but Jake was actually excited to get onto the field again- even if it was just teaching a bunch of 5-7 year old girls how to kick a ball.

“Did you see that!” Luna gleefully exclaimed as she turned to make sure Jake had seen her kick the ball into her first goal.

“I did! Good job” he smiled back at her, but his grin slowly faded when out in the distance behind her he saw a figure sitting on one of the bleachers. He narrowed his eyes, calling a few of the girls back over and making sure all the little ones were accounted for before he approached.

“Excuse me, you can’t smoke on the field”.

“Oh shit, my bad” the unknown man pressed the cherry of his cigarette into the metal of the bleacher next to him.

Jake crossed his arms across his chest, looking him up and down with an unamused glare. He was wearing a pair of worn in black jeans with a cut up black t-shirt that looked like it barely fit him. “Can I ask what you’re doing here?”

“I’m watching my niece practice” he replied with a casual sideways smile, returning the same up and down look to Jake in his athletic shirt and sweatpants combo he’d just been awarded.

Jake was about to open his mouth again to question him further but one of the kids excitedly yelled from behind him “Uncle Danny!”

Danny hopped off the steps he’d been leaning on and bent at the knees, squatting with his arms held open for a hug. “Hi little miss soccer pro!” He praised her as he picked her up and spun her around, “did you miss me?”

“I missed you!” She squealed as he kissed at her rosy cheeks and gently let her down. “Coach Jake, this is my uncle Danny. I haven’t seen him since Christmas!”

“Is that so?” Jake replied, still deciding if he should give her parents a call and make sure this was okay.

Danny could sense Jake’s reservations and offered with the same smile he’d had since Jake approached, his hand to shake. “Nice to meet you coach”.

Jake took his hand, expecting the simple embrace to be stiff, but Danny didn’t put any strength in his grasp as their hands closed together. “I’m going to be walking Emma home after practices if that’s okay with you”.

Even without having the responsibility of being in charge of all the girls on his soccer team, Jake’s over protective tendencies extended past just his own daughter Luna to Emma specifically. She lived only a block over in their small tight knit suburb and he’d met her parents at a PTA meeting at the start of the school year.

Realizing how close they lived, they started scheduling play dates at the park next to the field between Luna and Emma who easily became best friends. As quickly as Jake announced at a later meeting that he’d be volunteering to coach soccer to the kids, Emma was signed up. Jake had picked them both up from school and got them situated with some snacks before heading out to the field. He’d expected one of her parents would pick her up from his place afterwards, having never heard of an uncle being in the picture.

“Alright, well practice is over in about ten minutes” Jake decided to allow it for now since Emma had been so excited to see him, and guided the girls back over to the others who were still enthusiasticly kicking balls around.

Soon after the other parents started showing up to collect their kids one by one until the only two left were his and Emma. “Luna, do you want to walk Emma home today?” Jake asked, getting no complaint from the girls as they gathered up their things.

“Can I carry something for you?” Danny offered once he’d realized Jake was dead set on following them back to Emma’s parents house, just to be safe. He didn’t mind, in fact he found it quite charming that Jake was so diligent in monitoring the safety of his little team.

Jake was carrying his backpack on one shoulder, full of supplies like a first aid kit, some extra bottles of water in case any of the parents forgot to send their kid with some, and a list of emergency contacts for all the kids in the event something were to happen- otherwise he’d come prepared. Additionally, he had a net full of soccer balls slung over the other shoulder. Neither bag was very heavy, but his hands were full and he’d already made the trip with all of it once when they were heading out to the field earlier.

Before Jake could even get out an ‘I’m fine, thanks’ Danny was already tugging on the drawstring of the bag holding the balls, taking it from Jake’s hand and tossing it over his shoulder instead.

“She’s yours?” Danny questioned next, him and Jake both attentively watching the two girls holding hands on the sidewalk in front of them. Jake nod his head, still reserved towards conversing too much with this random guy who’d interrupted his first practice.

Despite Jake’s initial observation of Danny, leaning on the bleachers in his dark clothes with a cigarette perched uncaringly between his middle and pointer finger- the picture of nothing but a delinquent punk, he actually seemed pretty harmless.

“She’s cute, must get that from her mom”.

Jake shot him a glaring look not sure which rattled him more, the mention of Luna's mom by some stranger, or the fact that Danny had just offhandedly insulted him.

Danny chuckled again, never once feeling intimidated by Jake or his judgmental first impressions. “I mean, she couldn’t have gotten it from you, because you’re way too charming to be considered just cute”.

Taking into account how he was still dressed- not to impress that was, and that his windblown hair surely had strands sticking up every which way out of the loose knot at the base of his neck, Jake wasn’t sure how to respond. Perhaps even his second impression was wrong, maybe Danny was going to be a problem.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to make you feel awkward” the lighthearted tone left Danny’s voice, afraid he might have come on a little strong. “My sister told me about the hot single dad teaching Emma soccer today. I had to come out to see it for myself”.

Instead of lingering on the offense turned compliment Jake focused on the reveal that he was Emma’s mom’s brother. With a closer look it made sense. They both had similar facial features, Danny’s were just more chiseled and defined. He was a handsome guy Jake had to admit, but he didn’t let that distract him from the fact that Danny seemed to have this aura of youthful irresponsibility.

Sure Danny might be a good uncle, Emma certainly was enthused to see him, but coming from someone who tended to take things into his own hands Jake almost always doubted the competence of others until proven otherwise.

Saving him from having to come up with a response to that statement, they reached Emma’s house just as the sun was starting to set behind the trees in the distance. He and Luna would have to hurry so they could make it home before night cast its cloak of darkness over the suburb’s quiet late evening streets.

Jake waited until Emma’s parents met them at the door, waving over at them with smiles on their faces as their little one started spilling about her day, how fun practice was, and of course the surprise visit from Uncle Danny. Her dad ushered her along to the kitchen where dinner waited, leaving the rest of them on the porch to talk.

“Sorry I didn’t tell you who was picking her up, I didn’t know he was going to be staying with us until just this afternoon” Emma’s mom apologized, turning to her brother with a cocked eyebrow and her hands on her hips. Obviously she was a little irritated at the situation, but something about her tone gave Jake the impression this was not a one time happening.

“It’s alright, I just wanted to make sure she got home safe” Jake responded, catching a small scoff from Danny who stood by himself against a banister. “Next practice is Saturday afternoon, parents are free to join”.

“Absolutely we will be there! Thanks for all the help by the way, it’s been a madhouse at the firm these past few weeks feels like we’re getting cases by the truckload”.

“Don’t worry about it. I’m happy to help, and Luna is always thrilled to play with Emma after school”.

“Yeah, Emma is my best friend!” Luna chimed in, making the two parents chuckle.

“Well, I better be getting her home, we still need to eat dinner ourselves and wash up”. Jake excused himself, looking over his shoulder once as he reclaimed his bag of soccer balls at the edge of the yard to see Danny and his sister deep in conversation together on the porch. Danny had his arms crossed over his chest while she shook her head and closed the front door behind her, then Danny pulled out his pack of cigarettes from his back pocket and disappeared into the open garage.

After getting Luna settled in bed Jake wind down for the night with his own hot shower. He stood in front of the foggy bathroom mirror in nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist, the details of his figure coming more and more into focus as the stream from the shower started to clear.

Staring at his reflection wasn’t something he’d normally do, but he couldn’t get the comment Danny had made on their walk out of his head. He studied the face that stared back at him, feeling a little dysmorphic about all the changes he saw in himself.

Confidence was always a difficult concept for him to grasp. On one hand he knew he was relatively attractive so that he wasn’t bothered by. On the other hand however, he realized how the more he dedicated himself to parenting and work the less time he spent on maintaining himself.

He remembered watching hours of YouTube videos about how to do his daughter's hair once she started school, but he couldn’t remember the last time he’d gotten a haircut. Eating well balanced meals was important for him when he had Luna at home for dinner, but when it came to his own lunchtime he opted more for ease, or sometimes even skipped it all together if he was too busy. When he was a teenager it worked, but now that he was an adult he could tell he was filling out a little and it was becoming more of a chore to stay healthy.

Across his chest, on full display in his nakedness, Jake’s eyes caught his wedding band. White gold secured around his neck with a simple silver chain. He’d taken it from his finger over a year ago but couldn’t bring himself to leave it sitting in a drawer somewhere. So instead he slid the ring onto the necklace and it had been there ever since. Its weight against his heart was a comfort in the times when he felt the most alone.

His late wife’s passing was something he had time to prepare himself for. She knew she was sick before her symptoms even started. The genetic mutation apparent in her blood from the first test she was brave enough to take. That didn’t make losing her any easier though. Depression didn’t even seem to cover the raging storm of emotions he felt when she was gone, but he couldn’t even let himself get lost for too long because now he was all little Luna had.

As time went on things got better. Jake still had that sting from the hole left in his heart, but now it was more of a dull burn than a constant pull. Even three years later, he felt like he was living with her ghost. He saw her everywhere, from the photos he still had placed around the house, to her large glossy white piano sitting hauntingly in the bay window, most of all to the image of her in their daughter.

The ringing of his cell phone from where he’d tossed it onto his bed earlier pulled Jake out of his reflective moment, and he flicked the lights to the bathroom off on his way out.

“How’d practice go?” Josh asked the moment Jake slid the button over to answer.

Jake hit the speaker button next and put the phone back down, speaking up as he turned to gather something to sleep in out of his dresser. “It went well”.

“Did my little LuLu score any goals?”

“I mean she kicked a ball into the net, but they’re not exactly playing soccer yet” Jake snarkily replied before shoving his head through a shirt, trapping his still dripping hair against his back before pulling it out and running the towel through once more.

“I still can’t believe you agreed to coach, what are you going to do if she gets hurt?”

“Soccer is a low contact sport. Just because you got banned from the league for kicking other kids does not mean I’m letting the kids on my team run wild”.

Josh was laughing on the other end of the phone, remembering when they were kids themselves how badly Jake wanted to go to soccer tryouts. Their parents had made them both go even though he really didn’t want to. “Mom let me join theater after that so it was a win for me”.

“Hey, can I tell you something and you not blow it out of proportion?” Jake asked once the laughter died down.

“I’ll try my best, no promises”.

Jake switched off all his bedroom lights next, and picked up the phone before crawling into bed. He hoped talking to his twin about the strange encounter would help him go to sleep and not lay awake over analyzing it. “I think I might’ve gotten hit on today”.

“I told you she was into you!” Josh immediately started going off about one of the girls that worked at Jake’s office. A girl he’d only met once and ever since had hounded Jake about asking her out. She was a sweet girl, but he was technically her boss so he just couldn’t see himself crossing any professional boundaries he’d set to date her.

“No not at work” Jake corrected, though he didn’t offer much more information either.

“On the field?” The animation in Josh’s voice only grew as he tried to piece together what Jake was saying. “You got hit on while coaching soccer? Wow, if I’d known there was more game out there than just scoring goals then I would’ve been onboard with this a lot sooner”.

“Shut up, I hate that you’re always trying to pimp me out. I have enough going on right now to throw dating into the mix”. That was always his excuse when Josh would trick him into double dates or try to give him some random person's number. It was true, Jake didn’t have the time to meet people which is probably why he hadn’t. Underneath that though, Jake worried if he was even ready to be with anyone else yet.

“I just want you to be happy brother” Josh sighed, the tone of the late night phone call turning more serious than he’d originally intended. “You can make time for your own happiness, that isn’t selfish you know”.

“I am happy” Jake tried to argue even though there was a little part of him that knew Josh was right. “Luna makes me happier than anything on this Earth”.

“And that’s beautiful. That child has more love coming at her everyday, but I’m talking about a different kind of love” Josh, ever the wise and thoughtful one, countered.

“I think before we start talking about being in love again I need to meet someone I’m actually interested in first”.

Jake had tried before to get himself back out there. Josh of course was always thrilled to babysit his favorite niece so that his brother could attempt a couple of dates- most of which he had selected for him. They were nice, Josh had good taste in just about everything even including when he played matchmaking, but sadly each date Jake left feeling more hollow and alone than he did going in.

He was missing that spark he felt before. The intensity that started as attraction and built deep within himself to pure adoration for his partner. No one had ever come close to comparing.

“Okay, and what about today stuck out to you?” Josh pushed him, knowing that Jake didn’t bring it up for no reason. He wanted his input. “Are you interested in the person who hit on you today?”

“That’s the problem. I don’t know how I felt about it”. Jake groaned, running his hand across his face as he stared up at his bedroom ceiling contemplating why he was getting so frustrated.

“Sounds to me like you know, you just don’t want to admit it”.

Again, Josh was probably right. Jake wasn’t exactly vexed about Danny’s backward as it was compliment. If he had been then he could easily brush it off and forget about it. What he wasn’t admitting to himself was that for once someone had caught him off guard, and he’d kind of liked the shock it had given him.

The reason he wasn’t allowing himself to enjoy it though was because he had no idea who Danny was. For all he knew Danny could’ve just been fucking with him. In Jake’s mind it made more sense that Danny would think it was funny to flirt with the ‘hot single dad’ rather than be actually interested in him.

“I don’t know Josh. I kind of just want to forget about it and go to bed”. He’d had no luck in talking through this. In fact he was even more worked up now than he’d been earlier, playing out the whole scenario in his head in ways that only led to him looking like an idiot. He couldn’t risk it.

“Alright. Just try not to close yourself off, you never know who life is going to bring you when you’re least expecting it”. Josh sounded like he wanted to say more, he could probably chat Jake’s ear off for at least another good hour, but he knew it was getting late and his brother was on a tight schedule with it being a school night.

The two said their good nights and Jake rolled over, tucking his hand underneath his pillow and closed his eyes. Though he’d had a good time with the kids, he was glad today was finally over with. Both his mind and body were tired enough to pass out within minutes.

He was sure by tomorrow he’d be feeling normal again. Just another day cut-and-dry.

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Special thanks to @kultavalo for listening to me complain about writing this

Tags: @lyndz2names @gracev0609 @lipstickitty @sanguinebats

#Greta van fic #Greta van fleet #Jake Kiszka #Danny Wagner #janny gvf

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fatgumsurpremacy-remastered · 2 years ago

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(5eraphim) ok so- your choice of characters and how many, but who do you think would be the scariest when their jealous?

RATTI! I have actually wondered the exact thing. I’m assuming you meant yanderes so I’m actually really excited for this.

TW: Jealousy, Guns, breif mentions tourture, blackmail.

It’s in alphabetical order, I’ll specify ranks after entry. (MLA has screwed me up.) Sorry if it wasn’t too long, feel free to ask me to expand if you’d like!

Demoman: Tavish only really gets sassy when he’s jealous. He’s more likely to give his S/O the quiet treatment when jealous. If someone were trying to make him jealous however he’d use a well placed mine to get the message across. It’s nothing scary at all unless you don’t like being ignored. 3/10

Engineer: Engie is the guy who seethes in quiet. He doesn’t let a single person know his next move, much less what he’s thinking or feeling. He’s more than willing to put a peaceful resolve on an issue if he can but he doesn’t shake grudges. He gathers information, and could decimate a man’s entire image in one strategic move. It’s safe to say that Engie is rational and won’t jump to conclusions, but it he suspects you to be trying to make him jealous he’s terrifying. 8/10

Heavy: I can’t see Heavy instigating anything, his intimidation comes from his stature and that’s really what he uses. Misha hurts quite a bit when he feels jealous but the most it will translate to is a shove or another. It’s just enough to get his point across, but it’s not violent. At least not infront of his S/O. He might not be so forgiving if they’re not around. 6/10

Medic: Medic doesn’t even realize he’s jealous until his rhythm is thrown off, so it’s a bit of an emotional curveball. Medic will act spontaneously, but when he does it’s a punishment on either end. The one who made him jealous and his S/O. His punishments can be brutal and mentally scarring, those who made him jealous never make it out in one piece. 9/10

Pyro: Pyrovison be damned this man gets livid. Pyros intentions are clear from the moment he feels that pang in his chest. It’s not a sense of entitlement with Pyro. Its the need to protect, his S/O will not be hurt but god save the poor souls who made him feel like this. His approach is anything but friendly and is more akin to a predators stalking. Out of each of the mercs with their emotions Pyro is much more feeling of his and it definitely shows. 10/10

Scout: Scouts a very loud jealous person, and this comes across as looking cocky. He’s violent to the jackass who made him jealous and pouty to his S/O for ever giving that person the time of day. He’s whiny all around and won’t leave that argument without bruises, But each time hes made up his mind to kill the dude who did this. 5/10

Sniper: Chances are that it wasn’t even close to being intentional. If Mick is jealous he hasn’t ran off with you yet. But when he’s jealous mundy is the source of constant anxiety in his victims, making their life hell. That shot sure could have been a bulb going out, but do you think a normal person would take that risk. Mick relies on his position to invoke fear into his targets, but he wouldn’t injure them till he’s made up his mind. 8/10

Soldier: Soldiers jealousy is known to everyone on the base and he will attack out of the blue. He can be standing next to the person that made him jealous and will just pull out a gun to shoot them. His unpredictability has his teammates and those in public with a brain walking on eggshells. His fearsomeness comes from delusional and erratic behavior which makes him 7/10

Spy: While spy has had a lot of practice keeping his emotions inside, he’s also very passionate. Passionate to the point of confrontation and if that doesn’t work he’ll pull you from each and every person you hold dear. Long enough to get his point across, if this doesn’t work he places suspicion upon them for your abscesses. Effectively keeping them far far from you. He’s the second to last to resort to anything physical to prove himself. 5/10

#yandere Demoman #yandere engineer #yandere Heavy #yandere medic #yandere Pyro #yandere scout #yandere sniper #yandere soldier #yandere spy #yandere tf2

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averagewriter-inthedark · 2 years ago

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Addams & Abbotts 😈 | Rhett Abbott x Addams!OC — crossover AU

Rhett Abbott masterlist

Characters & Pairings: Rhett Abbott x Persephone Addams!OC (romantic), Wednesday Addams (Wednesday version), Amy Abbott, Desdemona Addams, Maria Olivares.

Content Warnings: profanity, dark humor, mentions of torture | Female!OC (she/her) | wc: 2.2k

Premise: After months of being together, one would think the stares and flabbergasted expressions of the town folk would settle down whenever the Addams & Abbotts were out. But it still came as a surprise. And for one person in particular, she wasn’t expecting to come face to face with the person of her nightmares when trying to shoot her shot with her ex.

Note: so sorry it has taken me this long to post this update! Thank you all for your patience if you’ve been waiting and I hope you enjoy it! I know it’s shorter compared to the others I’ve posted but the next one is going to follow episode 1 of Wednesday!

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“Oh fuck,” were the first words out of Rhett’s mouth when he glanced out the window for a breif second, coffee mug in his hand nearly falling from his grip.

“What is it,” Amy asked with a mouthful of food, turning to see what he was looking at before her own groan sounded. “This is gonna be interesting.” The cowboy gave his niece a look causing her to shrug and continue to eat.

They were currently at the diner for a quick lunch after running errands all day. But it wasn’t just them together, in the bathroom was Persephone, Desdemona, and Wednesday. It was a nice Saturday afternoon with the group depositing the monthly profits from the stores, shopping for school supplies for Amy and Wednesday, and picking up things for their families.

At no point did they expect Maria to waltz into town.

She was with a friend and it appeared they were heading right for the entrance of the restaurant. “Don’t say anything,” Rhett pointed a finger, when he heard the bell above the door ring, “and don’t make eye contact.”

“You ain’t gotta tell me twice.”

They continued to eat their food, not paying attention to their surroundings as they waited for the others to return. Mona had been getting fussy so Percy went to change her diaper and freshen up, Wednesday tagging along to assist since sometimes tending to little Mona was a team effort. Rhett prayed they'd be getting back at any second because the last thing he needed was to deal with his ex.

Speaking of the devil….

“Rhett?” Fuckin’ great.

Gulping the coffee in his mouth with a light grimace, Rhett looked up to see Maria staring back at him. There was surprise in her gaze, obviously not expecting to see him. “It is you.”

“Hello, Maria,” he nodded, going back to his eggs. Amy made a face, turning away as to not let Maria see her amused expression.

“Wow, it’s good to see you,” she tried to smile. “You look good.”

“Thanks,” he didn’t compliment her back, and her reaction confirmed she expected he would. “Didn’t expect you to be back in town.”

“I’m just visiting for the week. I’ll be heading out Sunday.”

Was she trying to hint something? Probably. The way she was looking at him gave off the sense she was hoping he’d ask her out. Amy made a face, viewing Maria’s demeanor as a pathetic attempt.

Rhett just nodded, “Well best you get back to your friend. It looks like she’s waitin’ for ya,” he pointed the fork briefly to the direction her friend was seated at. He expected to hear her walk away, but when she remained standing Rhett tilted his head at her. “What is it, Maria?”

“Can…” she hesitates, brushing a piece of hair behind her ear. “You wanna maybe grab a drink later? Or after the rodeo this weekend if you’re available.”

He couldn’t believe what she was asking. Was she really serious? She ended things with him after he left everything behind to be with her. Now she wants a second chance and is acting like nothing happened.

Amy cut him off before he could even say a word, “I don’t think his girlfriend would like that.” The look on Maria’s face would’ve sent Rhett laughing, but instead he just shrugs when she looks at him for confirmation.

“She’s right. My girl wouldn’t like that at all.”

“Your girl?” Maria repeated, stunned by the revelation. “You’ve got a girlfriend?”

A different voice answered her, one that sent chills along her arms. “You’re damn right he does.”

The voice was much older than in high school, but still possessed the haunting tone it was known for. It almost made Maria not want to turn. For she knew the onyx colored eyes would be staring back at her. Still, she couldn’t help but wonder if it really was Persephone Addams.

Turns out she wasn’t alone. Beside her, with the same blank expression with subtle hits of fury, was Wednesday Addams. And in Persephone’s arms was a baby girl who was the spitting image of the woman. If Maria’s eyes were playing tricks on her, it looked like the baby was glaring too.

“Maria,” Percy’s voice was monotone. “What a surprise to see you….here of all places.”

It took a moment for Maria to find the words. Their stares were what you’d see in horror movies. Wednesday appeared as though she was lighting Maria on fire where she stood. It was unsettling.

“Persephone,” she finally said the name after so many years. “The same could be said for you I guess. I didn’t know you were back in town.” A sound emitted from Percy, likely a scoff.

“Oh I’ve been back for a while,” Mona was passed to Rhett, the cowboy placing her in his lap to distract her from the tension rising between the two women. Persephone could imagine what her nemesis was thinking, “Am I missing something?” “Is that their daughter?” “Why are they having lunch with her sister and his niece?”

“Have you?” Maria was genuinely curious to know. At no point did it come to her attention that Persephone was also in Wabang. While she noticed the new antique and book stores, she just assumed it was one of the many businesses the Addams family owned.

“Over a year. Going on two this coming spring,” placing a manicured hand on Rhett’s shoulder, feeling Maria’s eyes shoot to the gesture, Persephone lightly squeezed, “Right, darling? I believe it’s been that long.”

“You know I ain’t good at keeping track of time, baby,” Percy noticed Maria react to the pet name. A mix of defeat and envy. “But it sounds about right.”

Addams and Abbotts. Abbotts and Addams. There was a combination no one was expecting.

Cutting in, Maria asks, “how long have you two….been a thing?”

“I believe dating or in a relationship is the appropriate term,” Percy turns back to her. “And almost a year.”

“Wow,” Maria exhaled, lips tightening. “I didn’t expect you two would��..” Smirking, Persephone starts to nod her head.

“Go on. Say what you’re thinking.”

“I-I shouldn’t—.”

“Why not?” She tilts her head, encouraging Maria to free the words from her lips that she so desperately wants to say. “It’s never stopped you before.”

“That was a long time ago,” Maria’s eyes narrowed, “I’m not like that anymore.” She received a scoff.

“Oh, that’s so wonderful to hear. Don’t you think, Rhett? Maria is all grown up,” the condescending tone in Percy’s voice was making the anger rise in Maria. Bringing delight to the oldest Addams. “But….you obviously were thinking it, Maria. You can’t help but want to know how Rhett Abbott and Persephone Addams became what you call ‘a thing.’”

Rhett thought about stepping in. Only because people were starting to watch the scene unfold. But he learned a long time ago that when Persephone Addams needed to say something she was going to say it.

And this bout with Maria was ten years in the making.

Holding her chin high, as though it would really do anything, Maria paid a glance to the cowboy and baby girl in his lap. “Well if you want honesty, then I’ll give it to you. I think you two hooked up in drunkenly Rhett Abbott fashion and he knocked you up. So, it only makes sense he’s with you because you two have a child together.”

Silence followed, so thick it could cut through wood. Rhett placed his coffee mug down slowly, glancing to see what his girlfriend would do. One look between Wednesday and Persephone and, to Maria’s surprise, the two sisters burst into laughter—an unsettling sight since Wednesday Addams never laughed in public before. A sigh of relief left Rhett, rolling his eyes at his ex who just stood stunned.

“What the fuck is so funny?”

“Oh, Maria?” Persephone wiped her eyes, “It amazes me you actually got a job as a bank teller when you have no idea how to do math. It was always your weak spot in school considering you paid Jason Barker to do your homework.”

Seeing the confusion, Persephone broke it down for her. “Maria, my daughter is just shy of her second birthday. I told you I returned to Wabang just over a year ago and that Rhett and I have been together for almost a year. So, please explain to me how the math adds up?” She didn’t allow Maria to answer. “That’s right, it doesn’t. Rhett is not her biological father, but he treats her like she’s his own.”

“I can see you are already questioning what happened to the child’s father,” Wednesday voices. “I can assure you he’s occupied at the moment. Life in prison keeps his days busy.”

Maria was flabbergasted. “Wha—?”

“He didn’t do anything…but I made it sure it looked like he did.”

That made a choked sound leave Maria, waiting to see if Wednesday would admit she was fucking with her.

But Wednesday Addams never fucked around. It’s other people who do and they find out the consequences.

Persephone narrows her eyes slightly, “How disrespectful of you, Maria, to assume Rhett and I are only together because of a child conceived from a one night stand—and even if that were the case, who’s to say nothing real could’ve come from that? For some people, it does happen to them.” She takes a step closer, causing Maria to take one back. “Clearly don’t know the type of man he is now. And you sure as hell don’t know me. But you seem to have stayed the same—despite you believing the opposite.”

By now Maria was red as a tomato from the heat in her, “who the hell do you think you are to judge me? I highly doubt you’ve changed since high school, Persephone. The only thing that’s changed is you got a kid—who I wouldn’t be surprised if the father ran off because he realized what a psycho you are.” If the words were affecting Percy, she wasn’t showing it. Instead she just remained smirking, nodding as Maria continued to rant. “Still the same gothic freakshow who obviously manipulated Rhett into feeling sorry for you—.”

The slapping of Rhett’s hand on the table made Maria and Amy flinch, neither of the Addams girls reacting as Rhett passed Mona to his niece to stand by Persephone.

“That’s enough,” his voice was heard. “You’re ain’t gonna insult my girlfriend or insinuate shit about me to make yourself feel better. After everything you’ve done—high school to now, you’ve no right to come in here and act all high and mighty,” Rhett watched her flinch, face consorting into a frown. “You’ve got no place here. Best if you leave now while you can, Maria. Otherwise…” he trailed, bidding a glance to the Addams sisters, “you know what, I’ll let them warn you.”

“Warn me?” The way he said it sounded more like a threat than a warning.

“Well actually,” Percy hums, a menacing smile taking over. One Maria was already dreading to find out what it meant. “I already did what I wanted to do a long time ago. You remember, Maria?” The color drained from Maria, a paleness replacing.

She was referring to the incident in high school. Where Percy dropped a black widow spider on her face and sent her to the ER…..and therapy. The shitshow that followed had Maria wish she could erase it from her memory. Only good thing that came out of it was Percy leaving Wabang, but not because she was forced to, but because she wanted to. They couldn’t press charges or expel her without issuing the same on Maria.

Seeing the memory replay in Maria’s head, Percy’s grin grew wider. “But Wednesday’s been planning her bit for years. And now that you’re back she can finally put it in motion! How exciting, sister! I know you’ve been waiting years for this.” A childlike clap makes Maria flinch once more, staring at Percy like she was crazy.

“I have been looking forward to using the new blow torch father got me for Christmas,” Wednesday confirmed, never straying her gaze from Maria.

Within seconds the woman was out the door, her friend that was waiting chasing after her, but not before shooting a glance at the group. Persephone gave a sigh of victory, “I knew that would work.” Turning to Rhett, she placed a kiss to the corner of his mouth, “Thank you for standing up for me, darling.”

“I know you can handle anything on your own, Percy. But I’ll be damned if I let her call you those names. No one will ever say that to you again—especially her.”

Wednesday appeared disappointed, “I didn’t even get the chance to mention about the rats I’m training to use as a torture method. Maybe I will get the chance next time.”

At the mentions of rats, Rhett and Percy turned to each other, both thinking the same thing. “Well if that ain’t fucking poetic.”

Leaving the tip, Rhett gathered Mona in his arms, taking Percy’s hand in his free one and followed Wednesday and Amy out the diner. People stared, especially the ones familiar with the stories between the couple and Maria.

It seems history was about to repeat itself. There was always something going on whenever the Abbotts and Addams hit the streets of town. First a drifter ends up in a hospital, and then buckle bunnies are coming down with food poisoning. Now throw in an old nemesis/ex and things were bound to get crazy soon enough.

After all, revenge was a dish best served cold.

…………..

Tag list for this series: @endofdays56, @avaleineandafryingpan, @tallrock35

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evanpeterscoffeemachine · 2 years ago

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Why would you say that?

Hi! Please could you write some angst for Evan Peters' character Kit Walker from the second season of american horror story (asylum), where like Kit and female reader are both inmates in there? Thank you!

Requested by : Anon

Pairings : Kit Walker x Fem Reader

Universe : American Horror Story

Warnings : Angst, cuss words, shouting, hitting and slut shaming (Dr. Arden to Sister Mary)

This starts with a theird person p.o.v. and later has dialogue

Note : this isn’t assss great but I hope you like it !!

Kit was a new prisoner. But she wasn’t. She was familiar with the rules and impositions in the asylum. She would feel sad for all the new prisoners but once she saw Kit, her eyes melted into his face and suddenly thought that the asylum might not be that bad. But except it was. Her gut feeling had always been so strong.

Sister Mary had started acting weird since the last past few days. She would sneak into the office of Dr. Arden and leave the door a little open.

She was walking through the halls after duties, snuck out. She was feeling adventurous and so she took Kit with her.

“We can’t be here y/n. Aren’t you familiar with the rules?“

“C’mon Kit. Don’t be such a buzzkill. Don’t worry the aliens won’t take you this time. I won’t let them“ she said while turning to him and opened her arms gesturing a hug. He dismissed her sweet little gesture and kept walking till they passed Dr. Arden’s office.

“Psst! y/n come here fast“ he gestured her to keep silent and kept his finger to his lips.

His lips, they look so soft. What all had she done in her mind with those lips of his and the smooth talking he does and the way he walks

She walked silently, tip-toeing to Dr. Arden’s office door and stood behind Kit.

“Sister Mary Eunice! What a slut you are. Have you no shame walking into my office wearing that robe of yours! Get off of my table and close your fucking legs, you slut!“

“Oh relax Doctor, as if you haven’t thought about me fucking you and you pouding yourself into me“

They heard footsteps from behind and didn’t want to take a chance. Kit and y/n slipped into a small room that hadn’t been occupied in a long time. They walked around the dimly lit room and she sat on the bed. All of this was happening so quietly, not even their breaths were audible. But there was so much tension between them. Y/n was sitting on the bed when Kit walked to her side of the small bed and sat beside her. His hands were exploring the bed, its sheets and her hands.

His eyes were on her hands. They would look so pretty around his neck or holding his own hands

She lighly cleared her throat and said, “So now Sister Jude won’t notice?“

“C’mon y/n. If she sees us she might as well just feed us to Bloody Face.Oh wait. That’s me“ said Kit.

“No but seriously Kit. Think about it. What if you are bloody face? Would you kill me too?“ She asked him. She shifted just a little closer to him. They were apart yet so close to each other. She could hear his breathing and he could see her breathing.

“Why would you say that? Do you think I am bloody face?“ he said.

“Kit I was just kidding. Calm down.“ she said.

He was still sitting there when he again said “Why would I lie about Alma? You know Grace was right about you. You are not a nice person and definitely have no idea when to say what”. He said all this while whispering and shouting.

“I-i-i am so sorry Kit. Genuinely; like i ne-never thought of it that way. I’m sorry.“

After a very breif pause, she said “Grace told you what about me?”

“We were just making converstaion about general things in the asylum. That’s it. You have nothing to worry about. Not like we had sex again.“

Y/n and Kit were not a ‘thing’ when he and Grace accidently made a baby. Grace annoys the hell out of y/n. Especially when she utters Kit’s name out of her mouth.

In her stupid accent, that murderer would just blabber about Kit and how he fucked her and not y/n. And now this lady had to be pregnant. What a coincidence. She could’ve easily just beaten herself in the head while they were fucking each other in the kitchen.

“Hey hey. It was nothing. It was right after you know we- i- had sex... with her. But it was just that once. She told me stuff about you that you killed her family but i know that it isn’t true. I trust you y/n. Even if it’s in this asylum“.

By now, she was furious. Not at Grace, not at the sisters, not her inmates but Kit.

To be honest they were both being totally unreasonable.

“When was the last time you spoke to Grace at all?“

“Uh well, just like maybe um two days earlier“ he said questioning his own memory.

“Why?“

“What do you mean by ‘why’? “

“Why were you talking to Grace at all?!“ She whisper-shouted at Kit with an angry face.

“Wait. So now you’re telling me that I cannot talk to Grace? the mother of my child?“

“Oh my god. You’re being so dramatic Kit.“

They were both whisper-shouting at each other that they were so close and could feel each others breaths on their lips.

“I don’t like Grace.“ she said.

“Neither do I“.

They got so into each other while taking off their clothes when they heard-

“And so neither do I” said another voice. It was Dr. Thredson wearning the Bloody Face mask.The prisoners had a silent deadly facial expression

#ahs #ryan murphy #kit walker #tate langdon #music #hollywood #brad falchuk #kai anderson #jimmy darling #james patrick march #songs #french #lily rabe #evan peters imagines #evan peters x y/n #evan peters is my world #he is so cute #omg

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oceanmusings · 7 months ago

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So, This Is A Mother's Love?

Pairing | Prisma Daerel x Gale Dekarios

Content Warning | a breif fire, mommy issues mentioned, motherhood

Word Count | 1.2K

Summary | Prisma and Gale's youngest daughter - Vienna Dekarios - is interested in being an artificier. But that puts a strain on Prisma's heart of her daughter's safety, this is when Prisma realizes what her own mother was going through. Why she was so protective of her. [ warning : "Dilthen Las" means "Little Leaf" in elvish. Also this is not Gale centric at all, he doesn't really do much. This is primarily focusing on Prisma and Vienna. ]

Hearing sounds from Prisma’s and Gale’s youngest daughter’s room had become normal for them. Prisma would come back and check-in, but she would get the usual thing - “I’m okay, mama! Come look at what I made though!” - and Gale has assured her Vienna was going to be okay, so that eased the poor elf’s heart if her husband wasn’t too concerned.

When Prisma heard the familiar bang but at a concerning volume and her daughter’s screams is when the elf instinct shot through her. Abandoning the plants she was tending to as she ran to her daughter’s bedroom.

The elf’s heart dropped seeing the fire and her daughter trying to extinguish it while screaming. A chill running through her body, so familiar it was like being hugged by an old friend. Quick Prisma casted “create water” and drenched the flames and most of her daughter’s things.

Those could be replaced. Her baby could not.

Prisma spotted her daughter in the dissipating smoke, sitting on the ground, looking dazed and having soot covering her. She got down to Vienna’s height and grabbed one of her shirts on the ground to wipe away the soot covering her face while exclaiming. “Honey, are you okay? What happened?”

“I’m okay, mama.” Vienna says in an almost dazed tone. Prisma felt close to tears as she saw how singed her daughter’s clothes and gloves were. Her hair was burnt too. But Vienna just stared at her destroyed creation.

“What happened?”

“I was trying to create a toy to throw Scratch balls for him.” Vienna told her, the beginnings of tears filling her beautiful purple eyes. “I’m so sorry, mama. I didn’t mean to.”

How tiny her little girl’s voice got gutted Prisma. She turned her daughter’s attention away from her creation to stare up at her face, killing her at the tears spilling down. She used Vienna’s shirt to wipe at her face. Removing soot covering her cheeks as she did.

Prisma finally understood her own mother. The fear that latched into her heart the moment she heard that explosion and her daughter’s screams. It’s something she’s never experienced before, the overwhelming sense of wanting to protect her baby from all harm was almost unbearable.

But the longer Prisma stared at her, she couldn’t help but see herself. Vienna and Tulin look nothing like her other than the shared purple eyes and pointed ears. Everything else was their father, all anyone ever told Prisma when they met their twins was how much they looked like Gale. But at this moment, Prisma saw herself in her daughter.

“I know you didn’t mean to, dilthen las. These things can happen when you try to make something. I promise, I’m not mad. I’ve done some things for the sake of having an adventure or when I was learning to be a druid and have ended up hurting myself. Prisma wiped the last of the soot off her face, kissing her forehead gently. “The only thing that matters to me is that you are safe and okay.”

“I’m so sorry.” Vienna sobs, Prisma was quick to pull her daughter into her embrace, letting her daughter cry into her chest and held her shaking form. Hearing her mutter how scared she was and how sorry she was.

“It’s okay, dilthen las. I’ve got you.”

The two sat on the floor together until Vienna’s cries calmed down, staying there for so long Prisma’s knee’s began to hurt, but she stayed there holding Vienna until the shaking and tears stopped. “Are you sure you aren’t angry?” Vienna whispers into her mother’s chest.

“Of course not. It was an accident, and accidents can happen.”

When Gale got home from Blackstaff is when Prisma filled him in on what had happened in Vienna’s room and she was feeling tender. He cleaned up her room with some spells and gave her some assuring words of comfort. Once it was time for everyone to get to bed is when Prisma came to check on her daughter - who was sitting on her bed and hugging the stuffed animal owlbear Halsin had given both twins. “Goodnight, dilthen las.” Prisma went to blow out the candle but stopped when it seemed Vienna had a question sitting on the tip of her tongue, but hesitating. “Something on your mind?”

“Yes, um…” Vienna ran her hand through the fake feathers of the owlbear, her cheeks blooming in a red. “Can I sleep with you and Daddy tonight?”

“Oh!” Prisma was surprised. Neither twin has shared her and her husband's bed since they were 7 years old. They had their own beds when they turned 5 - but any nightmare or just a want, they would let them crawl into their bed. - But it stopped when they turned 7. A part of Prisma was sad when it happened, but it was normal and she wanted to support her children’s decisions. Her heart fluttered that her daughter still felt comfortable to ask. “Of course, honey. Do you need anything to bring with you?”

Vienna looked around her room, hopping off her bed to grab one of her books, and then turned to her mother holding the stuffed animal and book now. “I’m ready!”

Gale was surprised but happy when Vienna came to their room, smiling when he saw she had a book and when she requested for him to read it to her. The three Dekarios got cozy in their bed after Prisma had blown out all the candles and had her husband produce a little light so he could read off the pages.

Prisma laid there and watched the two of them, her heart feeling so full it could burst at any moment. She wasn’t sure she could ever get this in her life. A husband who loved her for who she was and 4 children who brightened her life and gave a whole new meaning of love. The more she watched Vienna she couldn’t help but feel more excited to see what other things her daughter could get up to and this huge sense of pride that her daughter was nothing more than her true elf.

Maybe this is what a mother’s love is supposed to feel like. If it does, Prisma wished her own wasn’t so paralyzed by it and embraced it instead. Feel pride for who Prisma was instead of shutting it down.

She vowed to never do the same to any of her children.

“Vienna?” Prisma whispers.

“Yeah?” Vienna turned away from her father’s reading to look down to her mother, the sparkle in her eyes warming the older elf.

“Do you remember Uncle Astarions younger sister?” When Vienna perked up and nodded, Prisma continued. “She’s an artificier. How would you feel to learn from her on how to become one too?”

Vienna sat up straighter and hugged her stuffed animal closer, the sparkle in her daughter’s purple eyes brightening in a way that Prisma couldn’t help but wish to protect. She didn’t want to see it dim ever in her lifetime.

“That would be so cool! Can I, please?”

“I’ll write to her in the morning.”

“Thank you, mama!!” Prisma grunted as Vienna launched herself at her mother into a hug, abandoning her stuffed animals and her father’s story. Prisma smiled as she hugged her back. “You’re the best mama in the world!”

Prisma’s heart lurched and tears filled in her eyes against her will. She only had enough courage to speak up when she felt her husband’s hand touch her free shoulder and give it a squeeze. Catching the proud look on his face as he watched his two girls. And knowing intimately the weight of their daughter’s words.

“Thank you, dilthen las. I love you so much.”

“I love you, too.”

#dnd character : prisma #prisma daerel #prisale #prisma x gale dekarios #gale dekarios x oc #original character #original female character #bg3 #bg3 kidfic #kid fic #oc & oc #baldurs gate 3

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mommangomom · 2 years ago

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eyes on me

~pairing: ningguang x fem!reader ~cw: fluff, suggestive, drinking/alcohol

~content: there is a special occasion at the jade palace, ningguang being the tianquan, all eyes are on her, making you feel uneasy

A maid brought out a dress specially tailored for you this morning and placed it on your bed. It was a long red laced dress with a semi-open back. It wasn’t something you personally would’ve chosen for yourself because of how revealing it was, but you wore it anyways.

When you walked out into the main area, it was already completely packed with people of Liyue. You spotted Yun Jin, who was going to be entertaining everyone with her singing.

“This place is beautiful, Y/n, I am so honored to sing for everyone!” She told you.

You smiled at her. “Thank you, and I’m excited to hear your amazing voice. But if anything you’ll want to thank Lady Ningguang for all this.”

“Of course! Speaking of, where is Lady Ningguang anyways?”

“I heard her and other members of the Liyue Qixing were going to made a grand entrance haha.” You informed her.

And as if on cue, there was a loud sound of a piano, everyone fixed their eyes in that direction. All in one line, the entirety of the Liyue Qixing walked through the doorway. Everyone clapped and cheered, all while being mesmerized by their dresses and suits.

But you felt your heart drop, in a good way, when you saw Ningguang walk out that doorway. Obviously she was gorgeous everyday, her hair was somehow always silky smooth when she left her room and her outfit would always stand out. But her right now was different, you knew every single person there was staring at her. It made you kind of uneasy knowing that.

Once the Liyue Qixing settled down in their spots, everyone immediately fled to them, trying to spark conversation and make relationships. You stood afar not wanting to get crushed by them. Even though you tried to mind your business, you couldn’t help but notice a hoard of them near Ningguang, you repeatedly eyed them until someone drew your attention away.

Hours went by and everyone finally began taking their leave. You felt a weight lifted off you as you watched the area empty out. You stayed behind helping the maids clean up, picking up left out glasses of wine, picking up napkins on the ground, et cetera. You glanced back again, the Liyue Qixing members were the last to leave, you watched Ningguang wave goodbye to Keqing, Ganyu, and everyone else. There was a breif moment you two made eye contact, but you quickly looked away after the night.

After helping the maids, you made your way back to your room. You looked in the mirror, your makeup was left looking decent and your hair was still in tact. You began untying your dress when you heard the door open.

“S-sorry do you need-” You started, thinking it was a maid checking in. But to your surprise it was Ningguang.

She walked towards you like she had the intent to kill. You tried to back yourself up but you realized she had trapped your feet in geo rocks, at this point you really thought she was gonna end you right there. But instead, she grabbed your back and pulled you in until your lips touched. It was a shock to you, but you leaned into it until she pulled out.

“What was that for..” You whispered trying to hide your flushed face from her.

Suddenly she went in on you again but this time your neck, you tried holding her back but you weren’t strong enough.

“N- Ningguang.” You gasped.

“You were eyeing me the entire time, Y/n. It’s what you deserve.” She said before continuing.

“Stop- you’re drunk.”

Your words were cut when she started sliding your dress strap down. “I’m sober enough..” She said kissing your cheek. “You were avoiding me the whole night hm?”

“No..”

Your face was completely red by now, you tried looking another way, not wanting to make eye contact with her. You felt a rush of air go through your feet, you realized she finally released you from the rocks.

“Well keep your eyes on me now.”

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genshingarbage · 3 years ago

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Could I request any boys of your choice where they’ve had an exhausting day and their s/o says they should take a nap on their lap? Thank you!

Cute boi hours again? Yes <3 Sleepy time awe! I am gonna pick a very select few that i think this works well with, so i hope you're okay with the hand picked few ;) - Mod Diluc

Rest My Love.

|| Head Cannons ||

Kazuha/Diluc/Xiao/Kaeya

Kazuha

He was beat, exhausted and aching, every muscle in his body ached like something fierce. But, who ever said the life of a lone wandering samurai was gonna be a breeze? Yea, that's right- no one. Because it sure as hell wasn't. He was use to feeling this way yet somehow it still made him just as grouchy as the first time.

He walked into the small building that was titled as your homestead and yawned; stretching his arms out he heard a few odd bones pop from the pressure, it relieved some of his tension but not nearly enough for it to be actually satisfying. With a huff he removed some of his more heavy going clothing, including his shoes, till he was more loose and relaxed.

He shuffled slowly into the house, trying not to wake you. You were his lover and so him coming to your home was somewhat normal now, but he often was away for large periods of time, and he never liked to disturb you. Specially when you're busy. Which you were, you had your nose deep between the pages of a gripping story written so entrancing like from a book. So much for his first theory that you'd be asleep at this time, huh?

He tried to creep past you as you read, but you wasn't born yesterday. So with a roll of your eyes and a soft exhale from your nose you spoke out. "Kazuha. Welcome home hun." You didn't even bother to turn your head around to him, you knew fully well he was frozen in his steps now, eyes wide like a doe caught in headlights. He blinked a few times before sorting himself back to his normal standing position and chuckling awkwardly, a breif rub to the back of his neck ensued.

"Ah, yea, I'm uh- yea. I'm home, thanks Y/N. I really didn't wanna disturb you there." He spoke softly and with great regret; like he'd just committed an awful crime. You simply closed the book after having bent the tip of the page you were on, as to know where to start off when you return to it, and placed the item down on the small table infront of your sofa. "Kazuha, it's fine... I was only reading a book." You chuckled gently.

"I know, but... it felt wrong to interupt you so abruptly specially when you seemed so into it-" you'd twisted your torso ever so slightly so your eyes could lay on his now, your heart almost broke, he looked absolutely shattered- like all life was drained from him. Just what had this crazy man gotten up to in his absence? "Kazuha- oh my goodness. Look at you! You're about to pass out."

He smiled politely and waved his hand side to side as if dusting your worry back into the wind. "Nah, I'm a lil tired that's all. I'm gonna have a lie down, I'll be right as rain after." He went to go back to making his way to the exit of your living room, that is until you called out ever so gently. "Or well, I wouldn't mind if you rested your head on my lap." A faint blush flushed your cheeks. He turned to face you yet again. Blinking several times over again.

"Really?" He tilted his head almost like a curious puppy, he has no idea how cute he is sometimes. "I mean, sure why not? You've not been home for over a month. I do get lonely ya know, the company would feel nice, and your presence is always warm and welcoming." You smiled sweetly at him and he returned the expression with full earnest. Nodding softly he made his way to the sofa, where you rested, and now reshuffled and organised yourself to get into a more comfy position.

It wasn't long before he was laying on his side with his head nestled into your lap, breathing softly as your hand gently rested adorn his head of hair. "Mmh. You're right, this beats sleeping alone any day." He hummed sleepily to you, by the way his voice was giving out you could tell he was close to succumbing to his slumber already. With a gentle smile still planted across your lips you hushed him softly.

"Shh, rest now. My Kazuha." You began to hum a quaint little lullaby that had him snoring in under three minutes. This man, he works himself so hard, but still, it's one of the reasons you love him so much, the fact he's hard working and never gives in. And you have the comfort in your mind of knowing whenever he gets this tired again, he'll have you here to be by his peaceful sleeping side everytime. Now and forever.

Diluc

The sky was a beautiful orange and red tone, the colours mixed so beautifully, with the white fluffy clouds scattered around too, it looked like a stunning evening. You were sat alone at the dinner table again, your chin resting on your opened palm, your eyelids half shut to block the rays of the last bit of presence from the sun.

The candles had long since burned out and the beautiful sweet honeyed roast you'd prepare with such delicacy and tender care was going cold. Diluc was suppose to be home over thirty-five minutes ago, he promised he'd make it in time for whatever dinner the maids threw together tonight, he wasn't aware you'd taken it upon yourself to lovingly prepare tonight's meal for him.

You couldn't be mad at the man; or hold a grudge for that matter, you knew what type of person he was, you knew he wasn't one for sticking to plans and promises, he simply couldn't be with the work he has, not to mention his little sun down hobby that you became privy too after several years with the crimson haired gentleman. If there was one thing you were grateful for, it was the fact you knew without doubt he truly did love you. And in a way that was enough for you.

It was sundown now and your dinner had long been since tidied up by the maids, with a somewhat solemn look to your face you'd decided to go to bed early that night. Knowing Diluc, he wouldn't be home for hours to come anyway. Your eyes were just starting ache and your eyelids were starting to feel heavy for you now. Breathing in through your nose and out through your mouth softly you let your body sink further into the warm embracing sheets.

Click.

Your eyes slowly opened back up when you heard the all too familiar noise of your bedroom door opening, narrowing your eyes slightly to help adjust to the dim glow of the room, the small aid of illumination being provided solely by your nightstand candle. It wasn't hard to make out who it was however, since his deep red hair practically danced from the slight glow of the flicking flame.

"Diluc." It came out more like a whisper which you never intended for it too, but you were so gripped by tiredness now it was hard to sound more awake at the given circumstances. "Sorry for waking you my dear, wasn't my intention." You hummed softly in response and then watched as best as you could as he removed his attire and shoes, stripping down to just his boxers.

Gripping the band that kept his hair up was the last part, with a tug his hair flew down and waved apart, you kept a watchful eye on him. As it was when his hair was down that he was always at his most tired and vulnerable mental state now. "The maids told me Y/N." He still sounded strict, or at least he was trying his best too. But his voice wavered in every sense of the word.

The bed dipped beside you as his weight was added to the mattress now, a small groan escaping his lips. You knew what he meant, it wasn't a surprise the maids told him you'd prepared the dinner today, you'd just wish they'd not sometimes, to avoid adding more stress to the man's poor ordeals. "It's fine, it was just a small attempt. I'm not exactly the best cook to begin wit-"

The poorly sounding wince from him cut you off, the failed attempt to stifle it and keep it under wraps didn't go unnoticed. You narrowed your eyes at the man beside you in bed now, and then you saw. He was littered with cuts and bruises, they surely must hurt, why didn't he say anything? Scratch that. He never tells you anyway, thinking its better that way. Silly man.

With a gentle huff you shook your head, shuffling your weight and sitting up ever so slightly, your back pressing against the several puffed pillows under you. "Enough of that. Come here darling." It was your turn to sound strict however, and for once he didn't fight back. Your heart tugged at you slightly as you felt the weight shifting around beside you and then were suddenly graced with the feeling of his head nuzzling into your lap.

You took it upon yourself to softly begin to caress his head, letting your hand stroke and massage the man's hair and scalp. The groans and sighs that left him were evidence enough he was in a blissful state right now, your sweet Diluc. Always putting his life on the line to protect those less fortunate than him, when will he learn? That his life matters just as much. Sigh.

You heard a soft mutter from him, something along the lines of 'sorry' and 'dinner'. But he was already taken by the nights calming embrace to be formulating anything coherent now, so you closed your eyes with another soft shake of your head and continued to massage his head. Till both you and your hand laid still, silent, asleep. Whatever he'd done tonight, whatever reason he'd missed dinner, it didn't matter. As long as he loved you it was enough. It always has been, it always will be.

Xiao

The stars twinkled softly an slowly, looking so entrancing from down below, the dark blue sky washing above you with the dazzling twinkles looking like small fire flies dancing around. You stood there, your knee bent slightly as your weight was supported by the banister of the top balcony to Wangshu Inn. Any minute now, you thought to yourself calmly.

And is if on que a sudden and harsh breeze blew past you, followed up with a loud thud. You turned your head ever so slightly, seeing the young looking yaksha lifting back up from his crouch landing position. "Welcome home honey." you said somewhat stone like, to which you got a simple sounding 'Tsk' as response, as he chucked his spear lazily behind him, to which it dissolved away instantly.

You rolled your eyes to the quiet scoff that greeted you back, shaking your head slowly, your eyes went back to focus on the landscape below you from the viewpoint of the balcony. It was so peaceful and beautiful. "How has your day been?" You decided to question him further, all while remaining your focus elsewhere.

"Fine." he responded in short. This type of reply was normal to you now, he wasn't the talkative type, despite having been the first to say to you he loved you. "Well, that's good then." you said back in your normal sweet tone now. You could tell from that tone in his voice he was exhausted, he didn't have to say or do anything, you could just tell.

Thinking it was best to leave now and give him his privacy you turned away from the balcony and began to walk to the exit. "I will let you rest my love, see you soo-"

"Wait."

His voice was louder than its ever been round you, the faint flush on his cheeks was evidence enough he never intended for it to come out so loudly from his own mouth. "Xiao?" you turned back round, seeing him stood there looking like a somewhat lost lamb, it was damn cute.

"S...stay with me, ... please."

His voice, so soft, so sweet, so gentle. You felt your heart crack slightly, your poor adeptus, he must've been rushed off his feet tonight. The dark bags forming under his eyes said all you needed to hear.

Chewing your bottom lip softly you breathed in and then walked over to him slowly. "Xiao..." you whispered his name lovingly, his eyes met with yours and for a brief moment the air left your lungs, the sight of his exhausted face so close to you, actively seeking comfort within you, it was enough to melt the coldest of icebergs.

Letting your hand slip into his with a gentle squeeze, a small smile on your lips you led him down the stairs of the Inn, into your bedroom, a tidy and quaint little sleeping quarter. He needed to rest, he is pushing himself too much, and if you do not take action, he never will.

Climbing onto the bed once you'd abandoned your shoes on the carpet you looked up at him, laying in a relaxing position. The red on his cheeks only flushed deeper and darker, and you couldn't help but laugh softly. Such a lewd mind, oh my, you never expected him to get the wrong idea over a situation like this.

"Xiao- no... not that." you chuckled at his confused expression, he was so alien to the concept of just touch in general now, that to him he sees it so black and white, being close means being intimate, otherwise why get close? So it was up to you to show him the ways of being human again.

You let your hand softly pet and stroke your lap and he raised his brow, but seeing the sudden light in his eyes spark showed you he caught on to what you really were aiming for. So he hesitantly dipped onto the bed next to you, he was tense and his movements were awkward, but he eventually shuffled his head and body to lay down with his head nestled softly into your lap.

"Is this... okay?" he muttered it nervously, like he was scared the slightest movement would shatter everything around him. You looked down at him and gently kissed your fingers, pressing them against his lips in response. "Shh, rest my love, you need it." Just to further add to what you were saying you let your hand gently rub the outer ridge of his ear.

The blush eventually left his cheeks, the tensed muscles finally went lax and his breathing grew heavier and more unguarded, with a pleased hum from your lips you closed your eyes too and began to succumb to the sweet calling of slumber too.

As long as he has you, you will always be there to help[ him, he may be an adeptus, a yaksha, but you? He is just as human as you or anyone else. Wrath filled or not. He is and always will be your sweet little adeptus. Your perfect lover. Your Xiao.

Kaeya

Another late night and you sat cuddled up on the sofa scanning through several paintings, more specifically paintings that you had done over the course of several months. It was a hobby of yours, but with the aid of Albedo giving you tips and throwing you pointers here and there you'd become surprisingly good at it; who would've guessed you'd secretly be an artist in hiding? Not you that's for sure.

It was fun enough to help tide over the unsettling impatience that always started to bubble under your skin at least, specially on nights like this, where Kaeya, your boyfriend, who also happened to be the Calvary Captain for the Knights of Favonius was out at an ungodly late time, dealing with a suspicion of criminal activities, within the borders of Mondstadt.

He never broke his promises to you thus far, of which were he will always return safely home to you, but it never did fully destroy the raging thunder of worry that often seized your mind on a daily, who could blame you? The man was always in such dangerous predicaments. Who knew if this morning, or any morning for that matter, where you kissed him goodbye, would be the last time you ever would see his face when you waved him off?

It isn't his fault you know this, but you do wish that sometimes he would be cut slack, just a little, so you could for once not have to distract yourself with idle glances of your paintings while waiting for his return. If only every now and then Jean, The Acting Grand Master would just let him have a day off-

Click.

You jumped slightly upon hearing the noise of your front door not open, but actually close. Turning your head you saw Kaeya stood there, arms covering his chest in a crossed way, a raised brow prominent as he glared down at you. "How long have you been worrying?" His voice sounded so flat and monotone, almost a hint of exhaustion. Was he growing tired of your over worried nature?

"I... uh. uhm..." You were at a loss for words, how long had you been worrying exactly? Two, three hours now? You were unsure of the answer yourself. He shook his head and sighed out slowly, it was long and drawn out; he must be so tired from his work today, seeing you up at this hour acting like a child probably doesn't help his situation in the least.

You looked down sadly, feeling ashamed and guilty of yourself because you do this oh so often to him, he always prays your in bed, safely tucked up and lost in your own dreams before he gets home, but you never are, you're always awake and worried, your face far from the peaceful look he often daydreams you having.

"It doesn't matter anymore my little petal." He hums softly as he walks around the sofa to get within arms reach, crouching onto his own weight to scoop you up, your mind in shock you let the paintings slip from your grip and pool around the seat you were just in and the floor underneath you. "Whe- Kaeya?"

"Shh, it is time to head to the bedroom." He spoke so matter factually, which left you eyes wide and beet red, to which he glanced down and a smug chuckle slipped from him. "For sleep Y/N." You relaxed instantly, a sigh escaping you. "Unless of course, you want the other thing?" You squirmed, embarrassed beyond belief, he loved to teased you. "Quit it Kaeya!" You pouted at him, to which he just chuckled at lightly, planting a soft kiss on your head.

Once in the bedroom he drops you so you fall and sink into the softness of your mattress and covers, to which he joins you quickly after. Now both in bed he simply huffs as he turns and crawls around before you feel his head find its preferred resting place; your lap. You smile and gently chuckle. "May i?" He asks just a tad bit too late for permission.

"You're already laying there Kaeya, bit late for the formalities now." You roll your eyes and turn to blow the candle out, leaving you both in darkness and silence, just your soft and gentle breathing in unison as you stroke and massage his head, to which he groans gently in delight too. He is so sweet when he sleeps on your lap like this, you feel closer to him now than you ever normally do, unless you involve the factor of intimacy sexually.

Its calming and sweet, and it helps you remember that he will always keep his promise to you,

He will always come home safely.

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himbos-hotline · 2 years ago

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fictober prompt two: "nobody warned you about me?" fandom: AEW [fanfiction] Name: I should've known you'd bring me heartache [Almost lovers always do] Word count: 1911 words Ship: one winged cowboys Characters: Adam Page, Kenny Omega, mentions of Doc Sampson Triggers: Unrequited love, Kenny is kinda an asshole here, Very breif mentions of smut but nothing graphic, anxiety, mentions of self harm/ self injury, wounds- mentions of bruises, blood, toxic masculinty Authors note: I know this is late but I got hit by depression which caused a creative block. Until now so I am buring through some. Yeah I really just project onto hanger here. The love isn't rejected. Kenny is just an asshole to hide his emotions. Also none of this is gonna be beta read, so if theres typos or reads weirdly im sorry /gen Taglist: @itsnoosetome @the-house-of-cards

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“What?” he hums, tangling a soft blond curl around his fingers as if he was sewing ribbons of heaven into the clouds themselves. Adam barely feels the tug and suddenly control is the last thing he has, his chin tilts upwards and he gathers Kenny into a kiss that feels like it's outshining the moon. Painted by starlight their bodies shift as one, Kennys name falls from his lips like an angel's prayer, low and bright and shimmering.

Looking into Kenny’s eyes feels like someone pouring salt into his wounds. He runs his tongue against the inside of his lip, ignoring the dull way that it stings. He follows the movement in his mind; left to right, left to right; slow and in time to his breathing. Green eyes focus distantly on his hands, tracing the drying blood that digs itself into his pale skin. It wasn’t a match that neither of them expected and now they sit, opposite ends of the medical room, staring at each other from the corner of their eyes.

Doc Samson sighs, tilting Adam’s head back to survey the wound on his forehead. Gloved hands brush against the fresh clot and blood slowly starts to ooze across his forehead again, brushing against his eyebrows before being wiped away with cotton pads. “A few stitches should keep this closed.” The doctor replies, pinching the torn bits of skin between his fingers.

“Okay..” All Adam wanted to do was curl under itchy hotel covers and nurse a bottle of whiskey as the night rolled past his windows. There’s a dull tug as his forehead is stitched up and soon he’s discharged to the locker room to shower and rest up. He goes to stand before a small voice squeaks in the back of his head and he sits down again, staring at Kenny with wide eyes.

Kenny blinks, pressing an ice pack against his shoulder. “What?” He scoffs, using his tongue to prod at a cut on his lip. Adam tries not to stare as his bottom lip swells slightly but his eyes follow Kenny’s tongue as it toys with the new wound like a lip ring. It's a small movement that Adam has to lean slowly to watch, the bench squeaking under his movements. “Stop staring at me. It's weird.” Kenny complains finally, shoulders hunching forward slightly as if Adam’s gaze was scalding, it sends a pang of emotions through Adam's stomach and he darts his eyes to stare back at his own hands. He hears Kenny sigh and then the sound of boots scuffing against the floor, uneven and stiff.

“I wasn't staring.” Adam complains, slumping against the other side. There's a gentle sigh and then the feeling of an arm wrapping around his shoulders, pulling him closer. “You're just a dick.”

“I am not a dick!” Kenny protests childishly, his bottom lip jutting out in a pout that makes Adam puff out a laugh through his nose. Beads of blood begin to bubble out the cut on Kenny’s lip and Adam wants nothing more than to lean forward and kiss them away before they stain his skin. “You're staring again, Hanger.”

“Sorry-”

Anxious green eyes stare at the arm wrapped around his shoulder, tracing bulging veins across the top of his hand; bright blue streams connecting to the river of his wrist, small islands of chewed nails and the sea that made up the rest of his body. His stomach knots awkwardly, suddenly feeling heavy at his swinging feet.

“Are ya done here?” Adam asks eventually, cracking his neck in hope that it breaks the feeling that seems to be slowly flooding his system. It doesn’t work and pain begins to grow behind his eyes, spreading out across his skull in angry waves. He rubs his eyes with his palms, smearing the last of fresh blood against the apples of his cheeks, staining them like warpaint and when stars fall away from his eyes, Adam catches Kenny staring, head tilted to the side. “What?”

“Nothing….Yeah, yeah I'm ready to go. You?” Kenny isn't sure why Adam stayed or why he chose to wrap him close to his body but there's a longing when he pulls away that paints itself so deeply in his bones, Kenny is sure that Adam’s name is branded into his bone marrow.

He shrugs a shirt over his head and smooths sore hands against the fabric and cracks a half smile when he turns back around, finding Adam still sitting on the bench, blood stained and wide eyed on the bench.

He tilts his shoulders back,sticks his chin out a little and holds out his hand. “You comin Cowboy?”

Adam takes his hand, linking sweaty fingers between colder ones and pressing calloused palm to calloused palm.

It feels real, strangely human. It feels like love.

Adam clings to Kenny’s hand as they exit the medical room. Bruises blossom over their skin, blood dries against sweat-stained skin, pain pulses through them like a poison, the tag titles shimmer against the dull lights of backstage. Pride swirls like sky dancers in their eyes and as they share half glances in the locker room mirror, the two of them smile and feel their hearts merge into one aggressive symphony.

They’re laying on the bed; watching the moonlight dance on the ceiling of Adam’s hotel room when Kenny leans closer and brushes his lips against the curve of Adam's jaw. It's quick and innocent and brings blood flooding across the tips of his ears as it drizzles down his face, painting his pale skin in a rose-like blush. Kenny giggles and props himself up on his elbows.

In the morning, pale skin is kissed by the sun's rays and Adam rolls over, feeling his fingers brush against stained sheets. A whine pulls itself from the depths of his chest and he rolls over slowly, eyes blinking awake in the early morning sun. “Kenny?” He whispers, fingers gripping at the last stray sections of warmth from the comforter that lays tossed at the bottom of the bed.

There’s no trace of Kenny Omega in the hotel room; no clothes scattered on the floor, no body that lays warm and human against his fingertips. He was simply a ghost that existed in the dullness of pain and euphoria stained memories. “Oh.” He sighs, collapsing back into the sheets, burying his face in the pillows.

There’s a small part of him that understands. Adam isn’t what people look for in a partner;.people want men who wear greens and reds, people want men whose voice doesn’t quivver. They don't want the anxious wannabe cowboy who talks to animals more than people and dresses himself in doll-like pinks and bright yellows.

People don’t want Adam Page.

Kenny doesn’t want Adam page.

He presses his face against his pillow, pinning it against his face until colors swirl against the white pillowcase and black dots begin to cloud his vision. His lungs burn for air and Adam takes in hefty gasps when he pulls the pillow away. The sun presses its warm hands against his bare skin and Adam jolts away, placing bare feet against the old hotel carpet.

He showers away the last few stray spirits of Kenny off his skin; shame burning every movement.

Kenny calls him an hour after he steps out of the shower. His voice is soft and buzzes around Adam's head like a bee, it stings his ears and Adam feels like there's spiders under his skin.

“You're unnaturally quiet Cowboy. Whats sup?” Kenny asks, chuckling over the sound of video game music.

“Why did you leave?” The question falls from his mouth like dying petals and it sits on the floor in front of him, draws itself like a chalk outline on the sheets mapping itself around the long since shaken out indent that Kenny had left behind. The phone line crackles and Adam tilts his phone as if trying to make Kenny’s voice fall out of it.

“Nobody warned me about me?” Kenny laughs and it makes Adam feel dirty. “It’s just a thing I do with my partners. We win, I sleep with them and then I go back to my room. It's like a reward. Afterall, I did get the pin yesterday I think I deserved something.``

“Oh…right.” He’s picking awkwardly at his phone case, nails tapping against the plastic annoyingly. Adam wishes his hands would still, that his brain would whirr up sentences. But he feels like he's shutting down.

“You’re just something to do, Hangy.”

Adam doesn’t say anything. Just feels his lungs still in his chest and feels his mouth go dry. His teeth feel on edge as if someone had brushed them with barbed wire and cotton pads. The line clicks close and Adam tilts his body forward, pressing aching fingers to his temples. His blunt nails scratch against the stitches that peak out his hairline like a curious snake. He curls a finger and yelps at the pain that floods his system.

He thumbs over bruises and half expects his hands to come back soot stained and filthy and Adam is almost surprised when he’s met by the same pale skin he always sees.

Dirt feels like it sticks under his skin and Adam feels like he needs to turn his skin inside out. He retreats to the shower, turning it to its hottest setting. The water blanches his skin a red and he tries to not focus on how familiar the red looked on his skin. How it almost matched the red that painted his face as Kenny whimpered his name, pressing his face into the curve of his neck.

Water turns red, then pink, then clear again as Adam creates a canvas of wounds over his hips. A private artwork done by a shattered artist that will never be put on display. It tingles and he rolls his head back against the wall as he drops his implement of creation.

He turns the water off and stays leaning against the wall, blinking through a curtain of dark hair and chilling water droplets that trace their way down his cheeks. The feeling of disgust is still there, burning like a wildfire in his heart.

His reflection stares at him from the foggy mirror across the hall. Judgemental eyes blink at him and Adam wants nothing more than to slam his balled up fists against his reflection face until the glass shatters and he's as unrecognizable as he feels. Instead, he just grabs a towel and drops his chin, walking past the mirror as if it was a judgemental parent.

He dresses, long sleeves and loose jeans and smiles thankfully when room service changes his sheets, joyfully relieved when the cleaner doesn't spot stray stains against the white.

The cart wheels squeak as she pushes it out his room and finally alone, Adam curls back into bed. He closes his eyes and pulls his legs to his chest.

Maybe he had warned himself about Kenny omega. Maybe he should have held his heart closer to his chest, drowned it so deeply in alcohol that it painted his bloodstream amber brown and sap like in his veins. Maybe he should paint his body in gloriously disgusting scars until he’s being held together by strings of tendons and the last ribbons of muscle.

Maybe destroying himself would make Kenny’s heart call back to his swan song.

#fictober22 #writing challenge #aew wrestling #hangman page #kenny omega #OWC #one winged cowboys

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letmewriteinpeace · 3 years ago

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" Break room Playtime " || FNaF Nightguards

Of course! I barely see any FNaF nightguard content in the agere community so I personally love this request!

Title: “Break room playtime” Characters: R!Jeremy Fritzgerald, Big/CG!Mike, Big!Vincent, Big!Scott/Phone guy(mention) Genera: Fluff Warnings: Agere, slight reference to past trauma but it’s breif Extra Notes: I love the FNaF nightguards! They’re my favorite part in the fandom, so fun to write for so this request makes me really happy.

Anyways, remember, everyone has different deceptions of the nightguards so my portraying of them may be different than your own because I see them differently than you do.

Also, I’m sorry this one’s a little bit shorter than my usual fics! I’m on a creativity block, and later on, you might see me post some of my creativity block exercises. I’m really, really sorry but I do hope you enjoy this!

I had to answer this request like this because my format wouldn’t work with the answer button. I hope you don’t mind!

Characters: 4,772 Words: 585

Ever since the incident, Jeremy had begun to regress due to what had happened. Most of the time it was involuntary, meaning it would unavoidably happen during shifts if something triggered it - which was usually an animatronic coming too close - so the other workers found out eventually. None of the had a problem with it, in fact, they didn't mind watching him. Though if Vincent was going to watch him, Scott or Mike would be there. Though he swore up and down he wouldn't hurt Jeremy, neither Mike or Scott trusted him enough to be around Jeremy, expecially in such a vulnerable mind state.

Currently, Jeremy was helping Mike with cleaning up some stuff backstage. It was in the middle of the day, Mike had been 'blessed' with the day shift today because he said he needed extra pay and their boss, evidently, thought that meant he wanted to scrape pizza sauce of arcade carpet and try to survive raging robots with the nightshift. They were talking though, there being a fairly happy mood around the whole thing. "Y'know, I really wasn't expecting this. With the whole dayshift thing," Mike laughed softly, "Waking up at 6am is a pain in my rear. Well, mornings in general are but that's beside the point."

Jeremy laughed along with Mike, "I-I can tell mornings aren't your thing." Mike let out a chuckle as he set a box down and began to organize the necessary things. Jeremy was about to set the box he was carrying down when he saw Golden Freddy sitting in the distant corner of the back area. The box just dropped to the ground, landing with a 'thud' as panic flew through Jeremy's brain. 'Why was he here? Weren't all the old ones in the backroom? They should be shut off right now, it's not even the nightshift yet!' Mike stood and looked over at Jeremy with worry, "Jeremy?" Jeremy shook his head rapidly, going and hugging Mike. "There.. O-Over there.." He pointed vaguely where he'd seen Golden Freddy.

Mike sighed as he realized what was happening, "Little guy, he isn't really there. It's your brain playing tricks on you, it's alright. Let's get you to the break room, I know you have a bag in there with some fun toys you can play with." Jeremy perked up excitedly at the mention of toys and nodded happily. Mike smiled softly, grabbing Jeremy's hand and leading him to the break room through the farther back areas of the pizzeria, where the guests couldn't see them. It was more of a rule that put in place since Jeremy wasn't fond of people that much, and too many were overwhelming for him.

Once they made it to the break room, Mike walked inside and closed the door as Jeremy made a b-line towards the cupboard that held his bag. Mike chuckled softly as Jeremy took out the bag and went to the couch, patting the area next to him. Mike went over to sit down next to him but Scott called for him. He looked at Jeremy apologetically, "Sorry Bud, I gotta go help Scott. Would you mind playing by yourself for a bit?" Jeremy shook his head and smiled, taking the toys out and playing on the couch contently as Mike left the room to help Scott.

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When Mike returned, he wasn't sure whether to laugh or be upset. Vincent sat on the couch, evidently stuck as Jeremy was cuddling him and playing with some toys and encouraging Vincent to join him. Vincent was engaged, somewhat, he was nodding along and making small jokes that he seemed too busy snickering when Jeremy asked him to explain to do so. Mike came over to them and Vincent's smile only widened when he noticed. "Mike,~ Hi." "Hi Vincent," Mike rolled his eyes at Vincent before smiling as Jeremy waved a bit, who paused his playing to greet Mike before continuing.

Mike sat down on the other side of Jeremy and listened to whatever story he had going on as he played. It was peaceful for a while, nothing really happening. Mike and Vincent listened, putting in their input every so often. Mike had even begun to play a part in this little show. But after a bit, Jeremy got tired and both Vincent and Mike would have to get back to work soon. Mike decided to put Jeremy down for a nap, and surprisingly, he didn't fight much. They put the toys away and he fell asleep on the couch peacefully. Vincent chuckled to himself, "He sure has a lot of energy, too bad it ran out. That was a good story for someone his.." He paused, "Age?"

Mike laughed a bit at Vincent's uncertainty, "Yeah, he's good at talking and making stories. It's intriguing." Both Mike and Vincent left the room, finding an angry and stressed Scott standing outside. He lead them away from the breakroom before giving them a slight lecture and having them get back to work. They might've gotten in trouble, but eh, they didn't care. They'd help their friend if they could, which included with his regression.

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awake-dearheart · 4 years ago

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The Preacher’s Daughter [s.r.]

thanks to @golden-parker for helping me fix this moodboard

Summary: After the events of Civil War, Steve and the team are on the run. When they arrive at a safehouse back in the states they meet you and your father. Steve is drawn to you and has to fight with himself to heed your father’s wishes.

Word Count: 8.2k (LOL WHOOPS)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: SO much angst. This is smut adjacent. Smut lite. A solid PG-13 rating here on my Christian Minecraft Server. Also breif mentions of blood.

A/N: This is the closet to smut you’ll ever get from me so I hope y’all enjoy it. Mildly inspired by the song River by Bishop Briggs but it kinda got away from me if I’m honest. Big thanks to @golden-parker and @jamesbuckybarnes-anon for beta reading for me. Divider by @writeyourmindaway. If you’d like to be added to my permanent taglist just send an ask!

The sun hung low in the sky, its last few rays splayed out above as it tried desperately to cling to the day. Soon, it would dip below the horizon, but the heat would linger well into the night, blanketing the air in a way it only could during southern summers. Steve fidgeted in his spot, his eyes flickering back and forth from the old farmhouse in front of them to the Quinjet hidden behind the tree line. Their exit from the safehouse in Stockholm had been abrupt, to say the least, and Steve was still on edge. Coming back stateside was a huge risk, which he’d told Sam and Natasha repeatedly, but in the end they all agreed it was the last place their pursuers would expect them to go. Sam seemed to be able to feel his tension and did his best to try and calm him down.

“It’s gonna be fine, Steve,” he said quietly. “This place was on the list Nat got from SHIELD. It’s safe.”

“How sure are we?” Steve asked. “I’d really love a good night’s sleep.”

“Nat seems pretty sure,” Sam replied. “She got the list directly from Fury. These are people he trusted. I think she said this guy’s a preacher or something? Should be good here for a little while.” Steve nodded once and shifted in his spot again. He was tired. He was tired of running between run-down safehouses and shitty roadside motels that looked like they could kick off their own horror movie franchise. He was tired of coded messages and missing Bucky and he just wanted something that would last. It seemed like ages before Natasha came back, the exhaustion that was settled deep in her bones made evident by her gait.

“We’re good,” she all but yawned. “Preacher’s got some spare rooms he’ll let us crash in. His daughter is coming to help with our stuff.”

“Daughter?” Steve asked, quirking a brow. “She good?”

“Preacher seems to think so,” Nat replied, gathering her things. “Fury wouldn’t have put them on the list if she wasn’t.” That was good enough for Steve’s sleep-deprived mind. He bit back a yawn and headed into the Quinjet to grab his gear. When he came back out there was someone standing with Sam and Nat, and when your eyes met it nearly knocked him on his ass.

You were wearing a simple white sundress, lightweight with silver buttons down the front and perfect for the heavy summer air. Your feet were bare, no doubt a habit from growing up with so much space to run around in, and you already had one of Natasha’s bags slung over your shoulder. When you met Steve’s gaze you flashed him a smile that lit up your face even in the failing light and he felt a tug on his heart that he hadn’t felt since the first time he met Bucky. He didn’t even realize you’d introduced yourself until Sam elbowed him in the ribs.

“O-oh, sorry,” he stammered, nodding once to you. “I’m Steve. Thanks for your help.” You giggled and offered your name again, and this time he made sure to pay attention.

“You’re all more than welcome here,” you said with another smile. “Daddy says if we aren’t willing to help Captain America then we aren’t much of anything.” A soft giggle left your lips and shook Steve to his very core. He stumbled a little as he trailed after you to the house, watching as you chatted with Nat. His eyes never left you as you led them inside and even though he was sure Sam noticed, he blessedly didn’t say anything. Steve nodded toward your father, reminding himself to offer his gratitude properly in the morning. Right now the only thing he could think about was a hot shower and a soft bed. And you.

You took the group upstairs, pointing out free rooms as you passed. Steve’s was saved for last.

“This is yours,” you said softly, playing with a loose thread on your dress. “It’s the best room in the house. When the sun comes up you get a great view of the willow tree on the river. It’s my favorite.” You offered him a soft smile that made his stomach flip and his cheeks flush.

“Th-Thank you,” he managed to stammer. “I can’t tell you how much we appreciate all this.”

“We’re happy to help,” you replied, still giving him that heart-stopping smile. “I’ll let you get settled in. Good night, Captain.” As you turned to go Steve found himself slightly desperate to keep you close. He wanted to talk to you, to get to know you, and just be near you. Millions of words raced through his brain, but he only managed to get one out.

“Steve,” he blurted rather abruptly. You stopped in your tracks and turned to look at him with a curious expression.

“Huh?”

“Y-You can just call me Steve…if you want.” That damn smile. It came back across your face and knocked the air right out of his lungs. He was sure he was about to burst when you finally said his name.

“Good night, Steve.”

Sunlight pricked Steve’s eyelids much earlier than he’d hoped for the next morning. Ever since he was a kid he could never stay asleep once the sun came up. It came in handy in the army but right now, buried in the first comfortable bed he’d laid in for months, he hated himself for it. He tossed the covers back and stretched his arms up over his head as he stood, fumbling in his bag for fresh clothes. The team would take the day to rest, and tomorrow they would come together to plan their next move. That was the routine they’d established a while ago. Take a day. Regroup. Make a plan. Normally, it made Steve antsy. Staying still made him feel vulnerable. He preferred to have Plan A, B, C, and D before he took a breath. Today, however, he felt different. For the first time in a long time, he felt excited. There was nothing to do and no plans to make but somewhere in this house was you. Steve couldn’t explain why he felt so drawn to you. He was desperate to be near you again; to hear you say his name and to see you smile the way you did. He dressed himself quickly, tossing his bag into the armchair in the corner and opened the door, only to find himself face-to-face with your father.

“O-Oh,” he stuttered, his steps faltering. “Good morning, sir.” The preacher looked up at him, his eyes holding a tiredness Steve recognized all too well. It was a war-torn weariness, born in the field of battle and nourished by the blood of fallen friends and the faceless enemies they’d been sworn to defeat. He wanted to ask about it. There were volumes of stories written in the lines on the preacher’s face, but Steve knew from experience not to bring it up.

“Mornin’,” the preacher grunted in return. A heavy feeling settled between them that Steve was sure had nothing to do with the already building humidity, and he shifted on his feet.

“We can’t thank you enough for taking us in,” Steve said, rubbing the back of his neck. “If there’s anything we can do-“

“Stay away from my daughter,” the old man interrupted. Steve blinked in surprise and took a step back, stumbling slightly.

“I-I’m sorry?” he said befuddled. “I don’t think I know what you mean.”

“Yeah, you do,” the preacher replied solemnly. “You know what it’s like for men like us. What we do to women like that. She’s sunshine and light and every good thing in this world. Only good thing I’ve ever done with my miserable life. But us? We’re grit and grime. The world’s already chewed us up and spit us out and when we touch someone as pure as that girl, they’re never the same. We’re broken men, so desperate to feel somethin’ that we grab the first good thing we find and hold on tight, hopin’ like hell their goodness is enough to fix us. But it never is, son. All that happens is we end up breakin’ them too. S’what happened to her mother and I’ll be God damned if I let that happen to her.” There was no anger or malice in his voice, but something about his calmness sent shivers up Steve’s spine. Before he had a chance to tell the preacher he wasn’t like that and he’d never treat a woman that way, his host turned away from him and hobbled down the hall. Steve watched him go, slightly dumbstruck, with a war raging in his mind. On the one hand, there was you. He’d felt something the moment he first saw you that he couldn’t explain. Something burned in his gut that drove him to want to be close to you. Your father was right when he’d described you as sunshine and light. That light, and the warmth that had flooded Steve when he first saw you, was something he was sure he’d never get enough of. He wanted to cling to you the way the sunset had been desperate to cling to the day when he’d arrived.

On the other hand, he had to consider the position he’d been put in. If he went against your father and kept after you he was sure the entire team would be put out, ending up back on that damn Quinjet and off to god knows what corner of the world again. The thought of being torn away from you like that hit him like a slap in the face. Not only would he never see you again, but he’d also be responsible for pulling Sam and Nat from somewhere they could actually be safe. The team deserved some kind of peace, if only for a short amount of time. Beyond that, there was the chance that you would want to go with him, and he could never put you in danger like that. This was no way to live, especially for you. With a heavy sigh, Steve closed his door and flopped back into the bed, determined to do whatever it took to keep you off his mind.

They ended up staying at the farmhouse for much longer than Steve planned. At first, it was only meant to be a few days while they recuperated from the Stockholm attack. Days turned into a week which turned into two and before Steve could blink they had been there for a month. After his run-in with your father, Steve had instructed the team to keep their distance as best they could. They had seemed a bit skeptical, but he’d offered up the excuse of not wanting to get in the way that seemed to appease them both. It was a working farm after all, and between you and your father and all the hands that worked with you, the idea of staying out of the way was easy enough. In theory. Keeping his head low and staying out of the way was Army 101. But in practice, it was near torture. You had this incredible ability to pop up wherever Steve went, flashing that smile and batting your eyes at him, and he never heard you coming. One minute he’d be alone and the next you’d be there, like a cat that had just surprised its prey. You always came with the most innocent of requests; heavy bales of hay that needed to be moved in the barn or large buckets of milk that needed to be loaded into the truck.

“Everyone is busy, and it needs to be done soon,” you’d say, sticking out your bottom lip in a way that made Steve want to sink his teeth into it. “Can you please help? Please?” He obliged every time, telling himself that helping with farm chores would keep them in good standing with your father. Truthfully, he just wanted any excuse he could find to be close to you. And something in him told him you knew it. He could see it in the way you watched him help you around the farm. You’d look up at him through your lashes and smirk while you toyed with the crucifix that always managed to find a home between your breasts. The way you looked at him made him made his face burn and his breath hitch but almost as soon as he met your gaze, it was over. Your sweet, innocent smile would reappear, and Steve would be left with whatever chore you’d asked for help with before him, and a burning feeling of desire in his chest.

At night, when he thought he could find solace between his sheets and breathy whimpers of your name, you only showed how strong your hold over him was. The willow tree on the river that you had mentioned on his first day, that his room happened to overlook, proved to be your favorite spot, just like you said. Steve could practically set his watch by the creak of the stairs at 10:30 every night that meant you were on your way out. He knew he shouldn’t look. He knew the swims you took under the willow weren’t meant for his eyes, but the sight of you dripping wet and bathed in moonlight drew him in like a moth to a flame. Every night he found himself waiting, his foot tapping against the floor until he heard that comforting creak on the staircase, and every night he told himself he wouldn’t look this time. The first splash of your body hitting the water always proved to be his undoing though, and he ended up sitting beside the window, attempting to hide his shame in the shadows.

A month had passed, and Steve found himself once again staring out his window into the night. He was waiting, his foot tapping against the floor as his ears searched for the sound of you coming down the stairs. He checked his watch and furrowed his brow. It was nearly 10:45 and he was growing restless. You were never late. At least you hadn’t been the entire time Steve had been on the farm. Were you sick? Or hurt? Had you finally caught him watching you and decided it was best to stop your moonlit swims? Shame flooded Steve’s chest at the thought. His mind raced as he played out what might happen next and how furious you and your father would be with him. He had already started planning his apology and retreat from your home when he heard a gentle knock at his door. For a second, he considered pretending he was asleep, but that idea was thrown out the window at the next sound.

“Steve?” came your voice, accompanied by another knock. “Are you in there?” Swallowing the lump in his throat, Steve scrambled to the door, tripping over the chest at the end of the bed as he did. He yanked open the door to find you there, beaming up at him. The smile took him by surprise. He was so sure you’d be angry with him yet here you were, bright-eyed as ever.

“H-Hi,” he managed, looking over you. “Is everything ok?”

“I was about to ask you the same thing,” you replied. “Did you fall?” Steve’s face burned red at your question. He didn’t think his clumsiness had been quite so loud.

“Oh. Yeah, I’m fine,” he said. “Did you need help with something?” Your smile faltered a bit at his question, and you shifted in your spot.

“I was wondering,” you said, looking down and playing with your fingers. “Would you like to come for a walk with me? And maybe a swim?” Steve’s stomach fell and his mouth went dry. It reminded him of the time Bucky had taken him to Coney Island and forced him to ride the Cyclone. His mind screamed at him to say no. It warned him that nothing good could come from this and that going with you would only cause problems. He didn’t think he could trust himself around you, and the last thing he wanted was to put you in a position where you felt like you had to choose between him and your father. Despite all this, he found himself nodding and following you from the room, the familiar creak of the staircase somehow managing to calm his racing mind.

He walked behind you out into the humid night, his fingers twitching and longing to wrap around yours. There was a charge in the air between you, aided in part by the distant rumble of thunder. The storm was far enough away that Steve wasn’t concerned but close enough to fill the air with a heavy electricity. You walked beside him toward the willow, keeping your eyes down and your hands clasped in front of you. Steve could see you stealing glances at him because he was stealing them back at you and when you locked eyes with him both of you turned away with cheeks aflame. The tree towered over you as you approached and ran your fingers over the handing tendrils. They framed you like a curtain as you looked back over your shoulder at Steve, biting your lip nervously.

“Did I do something wrong?” you asked softly. Steve’s eyes widened as he looked up at you and shook his head.

“N-No! Of course not,” he half-shouted. “Why would you think that?”

“It’s just…you don’t really talk to me,” you started, avoiding his gaze. “After that first night, I thought there might have been something. But now it feels like you don’t want anything to do with me. And if you don’t that’s ok, I just want to know one way or the other.” Steve’s heart jumped into his throat as he cursed himself. He thought that by staying away from you he was keeping you safe from him, but here he was causing you the exact pain he thought he was sparing you from. This time he did reach out, catching your hand in his and turning you gently to face him.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, squeezing gently and savoring the feeling of your hand in his. “I thought this would be better. For both of us. The way I live now it’s…complicated. I didn’t want to drag you into it.”

“Don’t you think I deserve a say in that?” you countered, causing Steve to stop in his tracks. How had he never considered in all of this that you might want him as much as he wanted you? You took his other hand in yours and laced your fingers together.

“I supposed you do,” he replied with a soft smirk. “I’m sorry, doll.” Heat flooded your cheeks at the pet name, and you giggled softly.

“I’ll forgive you on one condition,” you said, releasing his hand and trailing your fingers up his chest. His breath caught as he looked down at you, shivering gently under your touch.

“O-Oh? What’s that?” he asked, rubbing your arm gently. You took a step back and smiled brighter at him as you reached behind you to unzip your dress.

“Swim with me,” you said. Blood rushed in Steve’s ears as he watched you slip your dress off, leaving you standing in your bra and panties. Your crucifix hung in the same spot as always and try as he might, Steve couldn’t tear his eyes away from you.

“O-Ok,” he breathed, his hands shaking as he moved to pull off his shirt. He expected you to look away as he shed his clothes, but you didn’t. Your eyes scanned over his body as he stripped down to his boxers and he felt a small flash of self-consciousness in him.

“Enjoying the show?” he tried to joke, his cheeks burning. Still, your eyes drank him in as you nodded softly.

“Absolutely,” you said as you held out your hand again. “Come on. The water’s not getting any warmer.” Steve swallowed thickly as he took your hand and you led him into the water. It was much warmer than he expected, almost like a bath that had been drawn just for the two of you. Everything was out in the open and exposed but somehow Steve felt safe and secure with you. He followed you further and further until you were shoulder-deep in the water and you turned to face him again, shooting him another smile that sent him reeling. You were glowing. Stars reflected off the water’s surface and shone bright in your eyes as the moonlight sparkled on your skin. He recalled your father telling him you were sunshine but in this moment Steve realized he was wrong. You were moonlight and stardust with entire galaxies behind your eyes, and Steve found himself wanting nothing more than to get lost in them.

“I can see why you like this,” he said softly, behind his knees to bring himself level with you. You hummed softly and nodded, tilting your head up to the sky.

“Everything here is always so loud and busy. When I’m out here it’s the only time I feel like I have any quiet.” He nodded in agreement as he moved closer to you, watching your hands skim back and forth over the surface of the water.

“I know what you mean,” he said softly. “Everyone’s always expecting something from me. It’s nice to take a break from all that.” You closed the gap between you and reached out to trace your fingers along his arms. Steve shivered despite the heat of the night and the warm water, stepping closer still. Your hands ran up his arms gently before sliding slowly back down his chest.

“Steve?” Every time you said his name it set butterflies off in his stomach, and your fingers dancing along his chest did nothing to help.

“Yes, doll?” he replied. His hands seemed to reach out of their own accord, sliding down your sides and fitting themselves gently around your hips.

“Are you ever gonna kiss me?” Steve’s hands froze at your waist as yours traveled up, your fingers brushing lightly against his jaw. This was the exact thing your father had told him not to do. His heart thudded so loudly in his chest he was sure you could hear it and your touch left goosebumps in its wake. He knew he was making a mistake but that didn’t stop him from drawing you closer. Promises be damned. He wanted you.

“Do you want me to kiss you?” he whispered, leaning down so his lips were mere centimeters from yours. He watched as your eyes slipped closed and you nodded quickly.

“Please,” you breathed, sliding your hands behind his neck and into his hair. He took one more look at your chest rising and falling quickly with your crucifix nestled between your breasts before he leaned in to capture your lips with his.

You tasted like honeysuckle and maple sugar. Your lips were just as soft as Steve had imagined them to be. He kept kissing you slowly, pulling you as close to him as he could get you. Your fingers found the hair at the nape of his neck, pulling another shiver from him. He could feel the smirk that played on your lips as he pressed his chest against yours. He never wanted this to end. Right now there was no running, no accords, no wondering which safehouses were really safe. All there was in this moment was your lips on his and your arms around him. The world could be ending for all he knew, and Steve didn’t care. He could have spent forever kissing you and he was sure it wouldn’t be enough time. Soft moans fell from your lips as your hands slid down his chest. His skin flamed under your touch and he squeezed your hips gently. He wanted more. He wanted you. To see you pleading and falling apart under him. A growl rumbled in his chest as he kissed you deeper, and he felt you shudder against him. Your fingers dug lightly into his chest and Steve knew he was at the edge of a decision. If he kept going he wouldn’t be able to stop. Your kiss was intoxicating and every second he spent with his lips on yours he could feel his self-control slipping. But he couldn’t. Not here. With every ounce of strength he possessed, Steve pulled his lips away and rested his forehead against yours. Air flooded back into his lungs and he realized just then how bad they had burned for it a second before.

“Doll,” he panted softly, keeping you close. “You keep things up you’re gonna make me a sinner.” You smiled and kissed him softly again.

“Maybe that’s what I want, Captain,” you smirked, tugging on his bottom lip with your teeth. Steve groaned softly and brought his hands up to cup your face, pulling you back gently to look you over. Your cheeks were flushed and your lips were swollen and Steve was positive he’d never seen anything more beautiful in his entire life.

“Oh, babygirl,” Steve mumbled softly, brushing his thumbs along your cheeks. “You’re gonna get me in trouble.” You giggled softly and smiled up at him.

“We should get inside,” you said, still running your fingers along his chest. He groaned softly and leaned in to kiss you again.

“You’re gonna be the death of me darlin’,” he said. “Let’s go.” You slid your hands along his arms and took his hands in yours, squeezing softly. He led you from the water and gathered your clothes, kissing you one more time before getting dressed. The two of you made your way back toward the house, giggling and stealing kisses as you went. Your wet clothes clung to you, sending shivers through you both. Steve felt lighter than he had in ages. He was laughing for the first time in as long as he could remember as he wrapped his arms around you and pressed kisses to your cheeks. The sound of your laughter filled the air as you held him close, stealing more kisses.

“Shhh, Steve,” you giggled, pressing a kiss to his jaw. “We have to be quiet or we’ll wake up Daddy.” His heart froze in his chest at the mention of your father. He felt like he’d been doused in ice-cold water as he looked up at the house. It towered over him, more menacing than it has seemed when you left, and he could see the light on in your father’s window. The curtains were drawn but he still felt like someone was watching him. Beside him you stiffened, seeming to sense the shift in his mood. You followed his gaze up to the house and reached up to cup his face, turning it gently to face you.

“Hey,” you whispered, brushing your thumb along his jaw. “It’s ok. Everything is going to be ok. I promise.” Steve smiled and took your wrist in his hand. He turned to place a gentle kiss to your palm, closing his eyes.

“I know, sweetheart,” he said softly. “Come on. Let’s get you inside.” You smiled softly and nodded, leading Steve around to the back of the house and sneaking in through the back door. You both climbed the stairs quietly, sidestepping the ones that creaked so as to not wake anyone. Steve couldn’t help but rake his eyes over you, hypnotized by the way your dress clung to your wet skin. He thought about peeling it off of you, along with everything that was underneath it. He thought about taking you apart piece by piece and seeing you writhing and whimpering underneath him. Suddenly and without warning, your father’s words played again in his head, filling him with unease.

We’re broken men, so desperate to feel somethin’ that we grab the first good thing we find and hold on tight, hopin’ like hell their goodness is enough to fix us. But it never is, son. All that happens is we end up breakin’ them too.

His steps faltered as you reached your door and turned to look at him, your brow furrowed. A shadow of hurt and confusion passed over your face.

“Steve?” you asked as your face fell. “Is everything ok?” Steve’s chest tightened as he swallowed thickly and nodded.

“Y-Yeah, sweetheart,” he said, offering you a soft smile. “I just think maybe I should say good night.” His heart lurched as the hurt spread fully across your face and he wanted more than anything to pull his words back and swallow them.

“Oh,” you said quietly. “Sure. I understand.” You took a step back and reached for your doorknob and Steve could see the reflection of tears already forming in your eyes.

“No, baby it’s not like that,” he said, moving to cup your face in his hands. “I just meant…I don’t want to rush into anything. We have time. I’m not going anywhere, ok?” He brushed his thumbs along your cheeks and waited for the smile to break before he let out the breath he was holding.

“Ok,” you said, reaching up to rub his arms gently. “But you have to kiss me goodnight.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he chuckled, leaning down to press his lips to yours again.

Raindrops tapped against Steve’s window the next morning, pulling him from dreams about your lips on his and his hands on your skin. The ghost of the smile he’d fallen asleep with still played on his lips as he stood up to get dressed. The storm he’d heard the night before had finally found the house and thunder rumbled in the sky. It was Saturday which meant you’d be up already and on your way into town to get groceries. He had a few hours to kill before you’d be back and a host of thoughts banging around inside his skull. He grabbed his tablet and decided to head out into the barn. Your father would no doubt be in the house with weather like this and Steve definitely didn’t want to see him. Not yet anyway. The barn was his favorite spot on the farm. Well, second favorite now. On rainy days like this it was quiet and warm, the perfect spot for him to hide and think.

Steve made his way downstairs and darted out through the rain, sliding the heavy barn door closed behind him. Once he was inside he closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Fresh hay had been laid down by one of the farmhands this morning and its scent mixed with the heavy one of the wet earth that wafted in through the open window. It filled Steve with calm as he climbed up into the loft. He found a spot near enough to a window that he could hear the rain but far enough away that he wouldn’t get wet and sat down, unlocking his tablet. He flipped through some of the files absently and let his mind wander.

Conflicted was an understatement. He didn’t know what to do about you. From the first moment he’d met you he knew there was something about you. Maybe it had something to do with you being the innocent preacher’s daughter. Maybe it was being on the run without someone warm in bed beside him for so long. He shook his head softly and flipped to another file. He knew it was more than loneliness that caused you to drive him absolutely crazy. Especially after last night. Now, more than ever, Steve wanted to know everything there was to know about you. He wanted your laughter in his ear and your soft touches against his face. Even more than that, he wanted you tangled in his sheets at night and wrapped in his arms as you slept. He could ask you to run away with him, he supposed. After all, once your father found out Steve had broken his only rule they would all be forced to leave.

“No,” he mumbled, shaking his head. He couldn’t do that to you. If he took you with him, he would be doing exactly what your father warned him about. Life with him was a life on the run. The second he’d entered your home you and your father had become accessories to the laundry list of crimes the team had committed. Harboring a fugitive was hardly an ideal way to start a relationship. Steve had always prided himself on being this stalwart and true hero and now here he was, a breath away from pulling you into his disaster of a life. His mind was still buzzing when he flipped to a new screen on the tablet. He had somehow ended up in the files Natasha had dumped after Project Insight had gone down in flames and something familiar caught his eye.

The picture on the screen was in black and white, but it showed a house that Steve recognized. He tilted his head and brought the screen closer. A pit formed in his stomach as he took in the shutters, the door, and the tree in the front yard. It was your house. He was sure of it. He could picture you on the porch calling out for him to help you with the chores. Steve’s brow furrowed as he flipped to the next picture which showed the location of your home on a map with a small label beside it.

HYDRA Operative #31074. Status: Retired; Under protective custody. Threat level: Minimal

It felt like someone had taken Steve’s lungs and forcibly squeezed all the air from them. The tablet shook in his hands as he read the words over and over. This couldn’t be right. There had to be another explanation. Fury wouldn’t have added a HYDRA operative to the small list of safehouses he’d managed to put together for Natasha. Would he? Tentatively, he scrolled further, looking for answers. The next screen showed an email sent from a name he didn’t recognize to Jasper Sitwell.

J-

Fury has been eliminated but the asset is compromised. Not sure Insight will succeed. Requesting immediate extraction with protection to farm.

-X

Steve still felt sick to his stomach as he looked down to Sitwell’s reply.

Understood. Extraction at 0700 tomorrow. See attached photo for approved protection detail. Cover instructions to be provided by detail. Reconvene in 3 months.

There was a file attached to Sitwell’s response and as much as he didn’t want to, Steve knew he had to open it. He understood little of what the emails referred to, but he knew the asset they were referring to was Bucky and his failed attempt on Fury’s life. His hands were still shaking and his head spinning as he reached up and tapped on the icon. The second the file opened and he saw your face, he threw the tablet aside and stormed from the barn.

That image would haunt Steve for the rest of his life. Seeing you in tac gear with a gun drawn and blood streaming down your face was more than he could bear. How could this be happening? He’d woken up this morning thinking he was falling in love with you, and now everything was falling apart faster than he could even think. You were HYDRA. Both of you were. And he’d let his team walk right into your house.

He barely noticed the rain against his face as he sprinted back to the house and yanked open the door, nearly tearing it off its hinges. Steve needed answers and since he knew you wouldn’t be back yet, your father was his next best source. He scoffed to himself at the thought. Your father. Clearly, that had been the first of who knows how many lies you’d told him. He wasn’t even sure he knew your real name at this point. For all he knew this had been some elaborate plan to take him out. And he’d let you in. What a fucking idiot he’d been.

Steve’s stomping footsteps echoed throughout the empty house as he searched for the false preacher. The living room, the kitchen, and the dining room were all empty, but he could smell cigar smoke coming from somewhere in the house. He took the stairs two at a time and made for the office at the end of the front hall. They had all been told on their first day that the office belonged to your father and he asked that none of you go in, but as Steve got closer the smell of smoke got stronger and stronger and he didn’t care to cater to a liar’s request. Once his hand was on the doorknob he registered the sound of movement from inside the room. With a deep breath, Steve tugged open the door.

The old man sat behind his desk, a fat cigar sticking out of his mouth. He took a long drag and exhaled a cloud of smoke as Steve looked around and took in the room. Every inch of the walls and every shelf that was hung was covered with newspaper clippings, and most of them were about Steve. Some of them were from the ‘40s, celebrating his victories and losses overseas, and others were from after he was found in the ice. His eyes found words from the battle of New York and the bombing in Vienna before stopping on the man behind the desk.

“I was wonderin’ when you’d find out,” the old man said, taking another drag. “For her sake, I was hopin’ you wouldn’t.” Steve was slightly taken aback by the calmness in his voice. It was the same calm he had exhibited when he’d warned Steve to stay away from you. He’d entered the room prepared for a fight, but it became quickly apparent he wasn’t getting one.

“You’re not even gonna deny it?” Steve demanded, balling his fists.

“What’s the use?” the preacher replied with a shrug. “S’clear you know. I’d just be wastin’ both our time.”

“Fury trusted you,” Steve hissed through gritted teeth. “We trusted you.”

“Cuz I never gave him or you a reason not to,” he said, finally looking into Steve’s eyes. “I’m not some great villain, Captain. I’m just a man. Like you. A man who made mistakes. I made a name for myself at SHIELD when I was approached by HYDRA. I tried to tell them no. But they had my family. So I traded information to keep them safe. In the end, it didn’t matter. HYDRA killed ‘em anyway. By then I was too deep to get out and had nothin’ left to lose. When I realized SHIELD was about to fall I was ready to put it to bed and Sitwell set this all up.”

“Am I supposed to feel bad for you?” Steve snapped. “You think you can make excuses for selling out your country and all will be forgiven? How many people died because you were in too deep?”

“S’not an excuse,” the preacher said. “Just an explanation. That girl out there had less of a choice than me. They pulled her into this as a kid and brainwashed her into thinkin’ she was doin’ good. She got sent here for me and even when everything fell apart and she could have gone back, she stayed. She’s been here this whole time to take care of me. And I can tell she loves you. Remember that before you write her off. Whatever her past might be she fell for you here and now.”

Stunned silence filled the air and Steve found himself fighting to maintain his anger. He expected a real confrontation and maybe even a physical one, but instead, he’d gotten a glimpse of the man behind the curtain. The façade had tumbled down and all that was left was the cold, hard truth staring back at Steve in the preacher’s eyes. Sadness and pity mixed with the rage that still burned in his gut.

“We’ll be gone by nightfall,” he said coldly, earning a sigh from the old man. He stood, his joints creaking as he did, and hobbled to the door.

“Can’t say I’m surprised by that,” he mumbled. “Might be best if you’re gone before she gets back.”

“Best for who?” Steve snapped, his eyes following the old man to the door. Thunder tumbled gently as he stood in the doorway and looked back at the captain. Steve once again saw the weariness in his eyes and it somehow looked ten times as heavy now that the veil of deception had lifted.

“For all of us,” he answered before turning to leave the room.

“Why did you tell me to stay away from her?” Steve asked quickly. “She’s not really your daughter, so why did you put so much into trying to keep us apart?” He sighed again and kept his eyes on the floor.

“She might not be my blood but she’s my girl,” he replied. “I knew if she fell for you it’d end up like this. I was tryin’ to spare you both.” With that, he left the office.

Steve stood rooted to the floorboards for several moments. Anger wailed in his chest as he listened to the rain beating against the window. The storm was picking up. The pain of finding out the truth about you hurt him more than any bullet hit or knife wound ever could. He felt like a fool. They had been on the run for so long, so far removed from society and human contact that Steve had stupidly been willing to run into the arms of the first person with a soft smile and some pretty words. A loud peal of thunder pulled Steve from his thoughts. He had to get out of this house. One more second here would be a second too long. He turned on his heel and marched from the office, not even bothering to close the door behind him.

The walk back to his room took eons. His breath was tight in his chest and the walls seemed like they were closing in on him. When he finally made it back he had every intention of throwing his clothes hastily in his bag and rushing Sam and Nat to do the same, but instead ,on instinct, he looked out the open window at the willow tree. Steve had left it open on purpose, hoping the rain would have cooled off the room. If it did, he couldn’t tell because the second he saw the long branches of the tree dipping in and out of the river his entire body flushed, and he was overcome with the memory of you standing there with that damn smile on your face. He remembered the way your skin felt under his hands and how perfectly your lips fit against his. They were so intense, and Steve became so lost in them, that he almost didn’t register the sound of your car door slamming shut.

“Daddy?” you called, breaking Steve from his trance. “What are you doing out here in the rain? You’ll catch your death.” The curtains billowed in the wind as Steve listened. He forced himself to focus as your father told you everything. Even over the sound of the rain he could hear you drop your bags and whimper as you pleaded with your father, begging him to tell you it wasn’t true. It wasn’t until you started running toward the house that he moved. He grabbed his duffle and threw it on the bed. Your footsteps echoed on the stairs and you called his name as Steve began to roll his clothes and shove them in the bag. You appeared suddenly in his doorway, panting hard and staring at him with wide eyes. Even now, with all the anger he felt, Steve couldn’t help but think how beautiful you were. The rain had matted your hair to your face and your dress to your skin. It was the same white one you had worn the night he’d arrived, splattered with mud on the bottom from where you’d dropped your bags. Steve faltered for a moment when he saw the way your chest heaved but quickly turned back to his packing.

“Steve,” you breathed, your voice laced with desperation and longing. That was enough to stop him cold. His hands shook as he set his clothes down and looked up into your eyes. You looked different. Gone was the innocence you’d carried as the preacher’s daughter. Someone less trained probably wouldn’t have noticed the change in the way you held yourself or the fact that your eyes scanned the room more often than normal. But Steve did, and the instant he did he felt his heart shatter within his chest. He opened his mouth, ready to scream and fight, but you took a step forward.

“Don’t,” you begged, stopping him before he could start. “Don’t say it. If you say it then it’s real and all this falls apart. So, please Steve, for once in your life just shut your god damn mouth.” There were tears in your eyes. Steve hadn’t expected that. He hadn’t expected any of the things that had happened since he woke up. Maybe your tears were important. Maybe they meant that your father was right, and you really did love him. That didn’t matter now. There was no way he could trust you and he was still so mad that all he wanted to do was punch something. He cocked his head and tossed his clothes aside, walking over to you and pulling you into the room, slamming the door behind you. A small whimper escaped your lips as he pushed you against the wall and kissed you hard.

This was nothing like the kisses he’d given you the night before. When you were in the water his kisses had been soft and sweet, your lips rolling gently over each others. Now, with the truth exposed and your secrets known, they were hard and rough, all teeth and tongue. Steve caged your head with his arms, pressing his body against yours and pinning you to the wall. Your hands found his hair and you tugged gently as you kissed him back and fruitlessly fought him for dominance. He was Captain America, after all. A growl rumbled deep in his chest as he picked you up and tossed you onto the bed, covering your body with his a second later.

Steve lost himself in you. Every ounce of anger and frustration he felt flowed through him like a river as his body ran over yours. Neither of you knew exactly how much time had passed in his bed but you didn’t care. Steve forgot everything that wasn’t you under him, your fingers laced with his over your head, or the breathy moans he pulled from you with every thrust of his hips. He could feel himself drowning in you, and part of him hoped that he would. By the time you both collapsed onto the bed, sweaty and sticking to the sheets, the storm had passed, and the moon was peeking through the window. Steve’s heart hammered in his chest and his breath came in pants as he looked down at you. Your legs were still tangled in his and your head rested on his chest as you closed your eyes. He could see bruises beginning to bloom all over your body; teeth marks on your shoulders, handprints on your hips, fingerprints on your neck. His hands shook slightly as he brushed some hair back from your face. For a moment he wondered what your father would say when he saw you like this, and then he remembered. With your cover blown he had to assume this was the end for the farmhouse. His mind buzzed and brought him back down to earth as he absently traced patterns along your shoulder. He listened to your breathing, waiting to move until it had evened out. Slowly, he untangled himself from you and stood up. He moved quietly around the room, gathering his wildly discarded clothing and quickly redressing. Your back was to him as he picked up his duffel and stood with his hand on the doorknob, taking one last look at you. Moonlight flooded over your skin, making you almost seem to sparkle. To any outside observer, Steve would seem cruel right now, leaving you as you slept without a word. With a sigh, he opened the door.

“I love you, Steve,” you whispered, stopping him dead. “I know you probably don’t believe me, but I never lied about how I feel for you. That was real.” The blood in his veins ran cold. He kept his eyes on you, half-expecting you to jump out of bed and beg him to stay. You didn’t though. Steve wasn’t sure it would have worked if you did. Taking one last breath Steve left the room, closing the door behind him. He could hear the sobs that started to pour from you as he made his way down the stairs and out the door.

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greenygreenland · 4 years ago

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Home: Lloyd Garmadon x Reader

-I LOVE ASKS. plz keep them coming, they make my day -i’m sorry i write slowly, I’m a perfectionist. -it’s also better to have quality over quantity, am I right? -takes place after Tournament of Elements but before Possessed

[REQUESTED BY ANON] Summary/ask: Maybe a reader with a "dark" power (like, not evil, but considered dark), and they were outcasted by it, everyone thinks they are bad and shit but they are just shy and insecure?

WARNING: MENTIONS OF VERBAL ABUSE (VERY BRIEF), BLOOD (BRIEF), INJURIES (ALSO BREIF), ETC.

Isolation. That was all you had ever known for the better half of your life. Most details were things you preferred to keep hidden away, locked up for good in that deep mind of yours.

You never had a whole family, but that was fine by you. Why should that matter when you had a father who loved and cared for you? Growing up, he always told you this: ‘Ninjago is so much more than our tiny home, my dear. Why should we worry about what we don’t have when there’s so much to discover?’

Even now, you held onto his words with your life. Even now when you forgot what his face looked like. Even now when you couldn’t remember his voice, or how warm his hugs were. Everything eventually faded, but not the emotions he made you feel.

Love, warmth, generosity.

Those were the only pieces of baggage you carried. Although heavy, they kept you from the evil strings of bitterness. You kept your chin up, high in the air so you could look to the sky. It was the limit after all, the portion of which you had to reach and reach until you couldn’t anymore. The only problem was getting there.

The alley was rather quiet today, a far cry from the usual bustling citizens looking for a shortcut or a food stand. You loved days like this, where no one would care to stare at you and whisper your name like it were a ball in a game. With your hood up, no one could see your face, and no one could cast you aside like the loner you were.

“What are you doing here?”

You wish you hadn’t heard his voice. As subtle as he tried to be, his snarky tone caused passing stragglers to glance at you. A sigh escapes your lips. What was he doing here? Didn’t he have anything better to do than follow you around and nag? You were cast aside as it was by your mother, forgotten by your so-called friends, and left behind by your ascended father.

He told you to stay away from that speedy idiot, the one your mother took away from you. The one who took after her with the same eyes, nose, and mouth. They had the same grin, too, the one where it looked like they thought they were better than you.

“If it isn’t Griffin Turner,” you grumble out. “What a pleasure.”

His stare isn’t friendly. You know under those red sunglasses that he’s glaring at you. He’s probably thinking about how much of a monster you are too, just like every other Elemental Master you ever faced in your life.

Griffin runs a hand over his oh-so-perfectly cut hairdo. “Oh don’t be a prick.” he spits out. “Have some respect for your older brother.” That grin doesn’t slide off his face no matter how dark your expression gets. He’s always been oblivious. First to your powers, then to your father’s death, and finally, to how terribly he’s been treating you.

It doesn’t matter that he’s your older brother. Bullying does not discriminate, and neither do you, blood ties or not. “Just leave me alone, I’m not in the mood Griffin.” He raises a brow. “Not in the mood? Since when did someone like you have feelings? You’re cold-hearted, just like your dad.”

You frown. “’Your dad’?” you echo. “What, so we’re only related when you choose?” Griffin shrugs absentmindedly. You know he’s trying to provoke you, get a reaction, but you just can’t help it. He was patronising you and your father.

“I’m just glad I lived with mum instead of dad.” he adds. “At least I don’t have to run after the garbage truck with a shopping list.” He snickers to himself and you go rigid. “Take that back.”

“What? Your last braincell?”

“Well--you--you’re a...” You pause. “At least I had someone who loved me and actually payed attention to me! Sure, I inherited dad’s elemental powers, but he taught me something you’ll never get: kindness. You think I don’t know? Look again you pathetic waste of space!” That wasn’t supposed to hit hard and you both knew it. Griffin could have said a million other insults that burned like the sun itself, yet somehow, with your puny words, you hit a nerve. A nerve that wasn’t supposed to be punched in the first place.

Griffin’s grin finally slides off his face. He stuffs a hand in his pocket and uses the other to adjust his bright sunglasses. He doesn’t say anything, but you can practically feel the air thicken between the empty distance. Griffin didn’t have lo self-esteem, but sometimes, his mum called him a waste of space. When you walked by the luxurious apartment, on days the kitchen window was left wide open, you heard what she’d say to Griffin--what she did to him.

Suddenly, you’re taken back to the age of six, when your parents were together and Griffin was more than your only brother. You were best friends. You did everything together. But then your father passed down his elemental powers to you, and it was then that everything changed.

Your father taught you that your powers were a gift passed down all the way from the days the First Spinjitzu Master lived among the people of Ninjago. It was a gift used to protect him when he was in need, a gift that possessed great power and majesty. Your elemental abilities had a double edge to it. Although beautiful, it possessed a great danger.

One slip-up was all it took. One mistake you never meant.

That day, you were practicing control and discipline over your powers. You never meant for it to happen, and if you could go back, you would a million times over. That day, all the control, all the mastery you had over your abilities disappeared in an instant. You swore it was only for a second, but it could have lasted a millennia.

Your element was more than a power. It was a living part of you with its own consciousness you couldn’t quite understand. When you slept, you saw him, the intangible person you never cared to learn the name of. He always sat in a plain of pure darkness, where you couldn’t touch or see him clearly.

You knew he never meant to frighten you, but that day, you only saw a monster. Perhaps it was you, perhaps it was him. You never knew because the moment you lost control, your world went black. From then on, your parents split. Your mother took Griffin away from you, and as time grew, so did the distance between you.

You wish you could change things starting from that day till now. Those forsaken words shouldn’t have left either of your mouths, but the damage had already been done. It cut too deep that not even magic could mend the wounds.

“Griffin I--”

“So that’s how it is.” A bitter laugh escapes his lips and you flinch like you’ve been struck. Griffin walks toward you at a painfully slow pace. The alleyway isn’t part of the city anymore. It’s a battlefield of honour, of pride, of two siblings who have been torn apart. He doesn’t meet your eyes as he pulls something out of his pocket. “Here.”

The wad of cash presented to you between his fingers looks more like an insult than a gift. Was he trying to rub in your face how rich his mum was compared to your dead dad? Surely this wasn’t an olive branch to apologise for being a jerk for the past eleven years.

He stares at your incredulous expression and yanks your wrist forward, slapping the bills into your hand and forcing it into your sweater pocket. “Look, I’m not patronising you, okay? Just...go to your friend or whatever and don’t spend that on drugs. Your financial situation sucks, I get it.”

His tone is rather aggressive, but you know that speech pattern. The one where it’s soft and bashful because he’s embarrassed to be talking out loud like that--like an older brother. You run your fingers over the cash in your pocket and stare at Griffin. He looks the other way and begins marching past you, making sure to bump shoulders.

“Griffin, wait.” You make a grab for his arm but he’s already gone at the speed of light. “Thanks,” you whisper to yourself. “I guess.” You aren’t sure how long you stay in the dead alleyway, frozen in your own thoughts. But as soon as you’re ready to make your way to the park, the alleyway fades, the honking of the cars disappear, and you’re completely alone in a surge of darkness.

“That has got to be a least three hundred.”

You heave out a long sigh as the darkness parts. Robes drag across the floor like liquid gold, sparkling and shimmering like the sun. “Such a coward, your brother. He shouldn’t have run away like that.” The man is a living contradiction, much like you. Although he lived in a world of darkness, that never stopped light from blooming in his cold heart. He cared for you as much as he cared for your father and those before him.

The man adjusted the collar of his red robes, yanking the thick fabric into all the right shapes and places. His pale face was like a sheet of paper, but the calm smile made up for that and tinted his cheeks rose. “Here,” he said, waving his arm. The wad of cash drifted out of your pocket, mixing with the mist until it was all but a speck of light. It drifted into one of the man’s pockets, which he patted.

“Honestly,” he says, “could you be more inconspicuous? Someone down the street looked like he wanted to mug you.” You frown and the man huffs. “When you need the money, come back. I’ll keep it here.”

“Thank you.”

“Raijin.” he says. “Call me Raijin.”

The mist began swirling like a whirlpool, twisting and turning until your hood whacked you in the face. The alleyway materialised as soon as your feet hit the pavement. The honking of cars sliced through the air, bombarding your ears in the cityscape sounds. “First Spinjitzu Master...” you grumble, rubbing your ears.

“LOOK OUT!”

You whip around in bewilderment and flatten yourself against the brick wall. A group of four or five fruit-coloured boys fly from the fire escape above. If you hadn’t reacted quickly enough, then you’d be as much of a pancake as the blue one (he was under all of them).

“I’m--gonna--die! Get off me Cole!”

“I...I can’t when Zane’s heavier than a rock!”

“Kai, move your stupid leg!”

“Everyone stop arguing! Lloyd is unconscious!”

The last bit sent the group in a rush of shouting, scrambling, and shoving. You wanted to do something to help, but these boys were the ninja, students of Sensei Wu and partly, Garmadon. In the world of elemental masters, they were known as the OG, the ones who defeated the Great Devourer, Garmadon, and so many more.

The last time you saw them (together, that was) had to be half a year ago on Chen’s forsaken island. You almost died, but Lloyd saved you. He and his friends risked their lives to help everyone off that island. If thy hadn’t been there...

You glance at Lloyd. He lay on the pavement, faintly breathing and coughing as Zane wrapped gauze around his wrist. The blood smeared on his face sent your heart tumbling. Just what had they done this time?

“Hey!” you exclaim. The boys remove their hoods and turn to you. Kai knits his brows together. “Aren’t you--?”

“Do you want help or no?” you gruffly retort. Zane’s bright eyes don’t leave your cold expression as you look between all the ninja. Cole and Jay look uneasy about the offer, but to even the blind, it was clear they had no choice.

“Yes.” Zane says. “We would be grateful for your assistance, (Y/n).” You nod and motion for them to follow you out of the alleyway. Kai carefully lifts Lloyd off the ground and onto his back. “Thank you for your generous offer.”

“Don’t thank me until he’s well.” you quietly reply. As scary as it was inviting people to your tiny apartment, this was the ninja. You owed them this much for being Ninjago’s protectors for so long. “We’re taking the back route because I don’t want to attract unwanted attention. It’s clear you had a run-in, let’s not repeat that.”

Halfway down one of the quieter streets, you heard Jay whisper this, “I heard she’s evil. Are you sure we should trust her?”

You want to be offended, but getting upset would only make everything worse. You re-called your conversation with Griffin, and that look on his face when you called him a waste of space.

He deserved the insult, you told yourself. Why should you feel guilty?

You spot a beat-up door worn with age. The blue paint peeled off the wood, scattering along the doorstep in little piles. As much as you wanted to renovate, you couldn’t afford it. You had to save up for college and rent.

You dig your hand inside your trousers’ pocket and produce a key. The scratches rub against your calloused hands as you stick it in the keyhole and yank open the door. “Bring him in.” No one says a word as you watch the ninja file into your home one by one. Like good guests, they remove their shoes and leave them in a little corner of the hall.

You close the door behind you and lock it, tossing the key in its respective place. “Set him down on the couch. I’ll get a med kit.” When you come back with the med kit and freshly washed hands, you weave past Cole and sit on the floor by Kai’s side. “He’ll be alright.” you calmly state.

Kai sharply meets your gaze. “His wrist is broken.”

“Yes, but bones can be mended. He will be alright.” You ignore the stares, they were background noise, and place your hands around the wound. “Raijin,” you whisper, “I need assistance.”

The last time you had to fix a broken wrist had to be about three months ago. It was a rather draining action, but for Lloyd, you would do anything. He needed you.

Suddenly, your body goes completely rigid. Your hands are cold and you shut your eyes, allowing the icy sensations to wash over your being. A breeze passes over your face and settles around your hands. You imagine Lloyd’s bones mending back into place, connecting painlessly like a puzzle piece would.

“What’s she doing?” you hear Jay whisper.

“I think she’s concentrating.” Cole answers. “Kind of...creepy if I do say so myself.”

You feel the bones clicking together, and once you are sure Lloyd is alright, you open your eyes and heave out a long sigh. “He...he will be...” You can’t finish that sentence. The world spins with dots and mingles in a flurry of colours and blurs. Someone was saying something, but you can’t make out what’s wrong with you.

The world fades to black.

“Here again?”

You frown uncomfortably as Raijin struts out from behind a curtain of shadow. It’s hard to disregard him, so you avert your gaze to the side. “I don’t choose when I come here, you know that.” He chuckles and it’s a low rumble. “You like him.”

“Who?”

“Lloyd. It’s not everyday you let people into your home. When you saw Griffin walk by with a broken leg, you didn’t heal him.” You sigh loudly. “Well, that’s different Raijin.”

“Is it?” There’s a suggestive tone to his voice you don’t like, as if he’s looking inside your head and hearing all your thoughts bouncing around. Raijin probably did hear some of it. He was, after all, a part of you, both soul and body. Silence falls over your shoulders and it sits there like an old pillow: uncomfortable, flat, and irritating.

The silence stretched and you felt small in the presence of Raijin. He had a way with his height and energy that somehow made him appear all the more regal. You can’t meet his eyes as you blurt out the dumbest question you could muster. “Will Lloyd be okay?”

The answer is obvious, but Raijin doesn’t comment on it. He folds his hands together and softly nods, as if he’s afraid of making you shrink further into yourself. “Thanks to your efforts his wrist is healed. Why don’t you see for yourself?” You perk up. “What--?”

The darkness curls under your shoes, stretching like gum and absorbing you in nothing. It’s cold, it’s dark, and it’s filling you with adrenaline.

You jolt upright.

“I see you and Raijin had quite the conversation.” a crinkly voice states. You rub your pounding head, accepting the steaming cup of tea from Sensei Wu’s hands. It’s been a while since you’ve seen the monastery, much less your old room. Wait, Wu? Your old room from when you were eleven? “Sensei?” He smiles kindly, giving your shoulder a good pat. “If you were wondering, Lloyd has been healed. Actually, he wishes to see you.”

“Me?” you inquire. “Really?” Wu chuckles to himself good-naturedly. He turns his back to you and slides open the door, revealing a red-faced Lloyd. He goes stiff like a board. “Uh--I--sorry--just passing--”

Wu gently guides Lloyd into the room, paying no mind to the stuttering mess his nephew had become. It’s an odd sight to see Lloyd, the Green Ninja, tripping over his own feet, adjusting his sleeves, and picking at loose threads instead of meeting your eyes like he did that day.

Lloyd had been like a gust of wind. He came to your rescue strong and fast, scooping your bloodied body in his arms with a gentle hold. When the time came and you all had to leave the island, you were still too weak to use your elemental powers, so Lloyd let you ride with him. Those crazy few weeks on Chen’s island had been traumatising.

The fact that you weren’t trusted by anyone due to your powers made it worse, until you met Lloyd and his father.

Wu quietly exists the room, gently closing the door behind. You silently thank him for his consideration. “It’s been a while.” you quietly say. Lloyd shuffles toward you with a bright smile, cheeks still tinted red. “I used to see you around Ninjago City a lot, but after a while, it was...I don’t know, like you disappeared.”

It’s your turn to avert your gaze. The truth was, you weren’t sure Lloyd still wanted to be your friend after the Tournament. You saw him less and less with each passing day, only ever giving a small wave here and there whenever he went to Borg Tower. After half a month, Griffin caught you talking with Lloyd. He bullied you about it and told you Lloyd was only acting like your friend.

Stupidly enough, you believed him. Your insecurities about being judged wore down your courage like a bath bomb in water. You couldn’t speak with Lloyd any longer, or give a simple wave that made him smile like the sun. One day, you decided to avoid him completely by taking a different route home. You never saw him again. Not until today.

“I-I’m sorry Lloyd.” you murmur. He blinks, knitting his brows together in confusion. “What do you mean you’re sorry? You didn’t do anything--”

“Yes I d-did.” You curse your wobbly voice. “I started a-avoiding you because I was scared we weren’t...you know...anymore. And a lot happened...and then...” Your eyes are burning with tears you know are filled with ages of stress and worry and anger.

You wanted to blame Griffin for making fun of you that day. You wanted to blame yourself for being so stupid. You wanted to blame Raijin for not talking to you when you needed him most. But you couldn’t. How would any of them know this would happen? That you’d eventually cut Lloyd off altogether until you were in isolation in that tiny apartment by yourself? How could you have known?

The side of your bed dips and gentle arms bring you in tight. It’s warm and reminds you of meadows with flowers, butterflies, and better days. When was the last time you actually hugged someone? Much less allowed them this close in your proximity? You didn’t have friends at school, so you always settled for books as your comfort. Books could not hug like people.

“I should be thanking you.” Lloyd said. “You healed me even though it made you pass out.” You sniffle, hesitantly wrapping your arms around Lloyd’s middle. As soon as you allow your shoulders to relax, warmth spreads through your chest. You recognised the sensation as a mix of comfort and relief.

To know someone else was here with you who cared and would sit with you as you cried your eyes out was new--but it felt good. When your dad died, you promised to never shed another tear. You couldn’t say you were good a keeping promises.

“If you want to tell me more, it’s okay.” Lloyd softly said. You rested your head on his shoulder, savouring the way he smelled like life itself. If you were to describe it, you’d call it grassy, flowery, and fruity all rolled into one.

“Well... You remember my brother Griffin?” you slowly begin. “He isn’t who you think he is. He always tells me things like I’m a monster because of my elemental powers, or that...”

You aren’t sure how long you talk for, but Lloyd’s there, listening to every word and drinking it in like gold. Sometimes he pitched in, other times he sat still in a silent horror you couldn’t fully comprehend. It never occurred to you just how broken your family relationships had been when it was your norm.

When your tears finally dried and you could breathe again, Lloyd took your hands and motioned for you to follow him out of the room. “Would you like to stay for dinner?” You smiled at him, enjoying the company his hand provided.

Wu rounded around the corner and said, “Would you like to stay forever?”

There was no question in that. You still had your old room and memories of when you used to call the monastery home. Why wouldn’t you want to make new ones? “Yes.” you reply. “I’d love that--if it’s fine with you.” Lloyd glanced at Wu, who simply nodded in confirmation.

Lloyd turns to you with a bright grin that you can only shyly match in response.

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tetsurouskuro · 5 years ago

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The Equipment Room

pairing: kuroo tetsurou x fem!reader

warnings: college!au, smut, swearing, daddy kink

word count: 3,014

a/n: i followed the stream and started watching haikyuu!! and here i am, writing kink for yet another fandom asdfghjkl! i’m not happy with this but i hope you’ll enjoy it! <3

Kuroo loved volleyball. He loved the feeling of adrenaline pumping through his veins as he played. The way he saved the ball or when he scored a point. He loved the way he felt when his team was winning. During his time at Nekoma he had learned a lot. Teamplaying, spikes, receives, faint attacks. When he was made captain of the Nekoma volleyball team he was honored. Of course his reaction to it was too be cocky. “Of course I became captain,” he had said with a smirk on his face. He was glad that he had Kenma with him and he couldn't have asked for a better setter.

But he also loved you. God, how he loved you. He was such a loser for you, but only you knew that. When you started your first year at Nekoma High School you'd never thought that you'd become manager for the boys volleyball team. There you'd learned how much a sport could put different people together, but also how noisy the boys there were; especially the captain of the team.

When Kuroo Tetsurou, the captain of the boys volleyball team started to flirt with you and give you compliments, you only brushed him off. “He's a fuckboy,” you'd thought. But when you started becoming warm with being manager and saw how he encouraged his teammates, lifting their spirits when they felt down and soon you fell in love with the “Scheming Captain” and started dating him.

He got on your nerves. His teasing was both funny and irritating. But one thing was for sure, the sex was beyond amazing. He would tease you during practice. When he knew you were horny and wanted him, he would use his shirt to wipe off his sweat instead of his towel. You'd watch him do it, seeing his abs. Your eyes would travel to his v-line and you would bite your lip. Imagining your lips around the crown of his cock. You'd squeeze your thighs together, but it would only make it worse. Kuroo knew what he was doing and you hated him, until he made you cum.

Now, Kuroo was in college and you were still stuck in high school, without him. Kuroo would come by Nekoma so he could see how his old teammates were doing and when his old squad wasn't watching he would kiss you; make out even.

Kuroo joined his college's volleyball team as soon as he had the chance and to his surprise Bokuto had chosen the same school. So here they were, in the school's gym and practicing together, Bokuto helping Kuroo with his receives.

“So, how's (y/n)?”

“Good.”

“Uh-oh, that doesn't sound good. You two had a fight?” Kuroo sighed and stood up straight. Bokuto held the ball in his hands and watched his friends face.

“No. It's just that these exams are killing me and I haven't seen her in a week. It's so frustrating since I saw her everyday in high school.”

“A week, huh. That's so sad.”

“Shut up, owl head.” The boys started laughing and suddenly the door to the gym opened and in walked... you.

“Ooooooh, it's (y/n)-chan,” Bokuto screamed out and sprinted towards you.

“Hi, Bokuto-san,” you answered back as you were tangled in a big hug by the grey and black haired boy.

“What are you doing here? Missed Tetsu?” he asked while batting his eyelashed at you. “Oi!” He then said as Bokuto felt a ball hit the back of his head.

“Sorry, the ball must've hit my hand wrong,” Kuroo answered with a smirk on his face.

“I leave you two lovebirds alone.” Bokuto said and exited the gym while rubbing his head. Kuroo could only laugh at him as you walked up to him.

“Was that really necessary?”

“Of course. The owl needs to know his place.”

“Tetsu, you don't have to call him that anymore. You're not in high school anymore and besides, you're both on the same team now.”

“He'll always be an owl to me,” you could only roll your eyes at his response. “Why are you here kitten?”

“Oh, right,” you said and started to fumble with your bag, clearly looking for something. “Here.” You handed him a bento box. “I talked with your mom and she said that you forgot to bring your dinner to practice so I thought I'd surprise you.”

“Well, I am surprised,” he took the bento box and pulled you into his embraced and kissed you. “I've missed you.”

“I've missed you too, Tetsu.” His lips were back on yours again. You opened your mouth and let his tongue inside your mouth. Your tongues both dancing with each other. “Tetsu-”

“Come with me.” He grabbed your hand, his hand intertwined with yours as he pulled you behind him and into the equipment room. Letting you go so he could close the sliding doors.

“Tetsu, what are you doing?”

“What does it look like I'm doing?” He answered, his gaze locked on you. A smirk plastered on his face.

“Tetsurou, stop. What if someone comes in?”

“Well, then you have to be quiet baby girl, can you do that for daddy?” God. This killed you. You were both scared and hella excited. The two of you haven't seen each other in a week so the sexual tension was sure to be high. You just didn't expect it to happen here.

The both of you had a daddy kink. You had somehow during intercourse moaned out daddy and if Kuroo didn't know know he could get any harder; he did now. Ever since then he had also started calling you “baby girl” when you were alone. It was only a nickname meant for you when the both of you were alone in the bedroom or wherever he chose to take you.

Kuroo placed the bento box you had given him on a shelf near the door while still having eye contact with you. His gaze never left even when he walked towards you. Now, in front of you stood a tall 6'2 man who you adored. Loved.

“Kuroo I don't think-”

“You don't have to think. Just feel,” god, it was hopeless arguing with the man but you didn't want to do it there because soon his teammates were gonna be on the outside, even though the thought excited you.

His hand touched your chin, lifting it up so you could look at him. He then bent down and kissed you, his tongue invading your mouth. His hands on your hips pulled you even closer to him so you could feel his bulge poking you through his shorts.

“Baby girl, I'm so hard for you,” Kuroo speaks as his lips travel to your neck. You tilt your head to the side to make it easier for him. You want him to stop, but also you didn't.

Kuroo turns your body 180 degrees so your back is pressed against your front, his hard on poking at your lower back. He starts to grind his pelvis against your ass, making his already hard cock grow even bigger. You moan out softly because god, do you want him.

“Hmm? What was that?” He asks as his hands that were on your hips starts to slowly caress your ass, squeezing each butt cheek and then slapping your right one. “You like that, baby girl?”

“Yes, daddy.” His left hand squeezes your left breast as his right starts to unbutton those skin tight jeans you chose to wear. Not that Kuroo didn't mind, quite the opposite; he loved them. The way they made that sweet ass of yours look tight and “smackable” as Kuroo had said eveytime you had them on, but now when he wanted them off of you, he hated them.

Once Kuroo managed to unbutton your pants he drags them with both of his hands down your legs, your panties following suit and pushes your back slightly forward so you have no choice but to grab hold onto the plinth that's in front of you.

“Kuroo, what if someone-” slap! A hand against your ass making you flinch and moan at the same time.

“It's daddy for you baby girl and don't worry. No one will come in here.” His left arm slowly caresses its way up until he reaches your front and drags your bra upwards, making your tits spring free. He starts to work his fingers on your sensitive nipple, making you moan out at the sensation.

Suddenly, his fingers are rubbing your slit, lubricating you all over. You hadn't noticed you'd even gotten this wet.

“Does this excite you, baby girl? The fact that anyone from my team can come in and hear you? See you?” His fingers continue to rub your heat, teasing you.

“Daddy, please.”

“Please what, baby girl?”

“Please-” he thrusts two fingers into your cunt, taking you by surprise. Your walls cramping around his fingers. Your hands grip the plinth harder and you try to suppress your moans, but in vain. You let a few slip out at the sensation. The way his fingers thrust into your tight heat and his other hand playing with your erect nipple makes everything feel so good.

Suddenly, voices could be heard from the outside, making you go stiff but Kuroo's fingers didn't stop. They kept going in and out of you, thrusting so pleasurably that you can't help but moan out, his name falling for your lips.

“If you don't keep it down we'll get busted and you don't want that right, baby girl.” The hand the had on your breast leaves only to be placed on your abdomen and travel down to your sensetive bud and start doing small motions.

“F-ffuuck,” a loud moan slips out from your mouth. His fingers curling upwards inside your cunt, hitting your g spot perfectly.

“Do you want them to hear us? Is that it baby girl?” His voice rough aganist your ear. His lips leaving a trail of kisses on the side of your neck.

“No, daddy.” The building sensation you recognize so often, every time you're with Kuroo in fact. “I'm close. God, I'm so close.”

“Yeah?” and he withdraws his fingers from your cunt. The empty feeling of missing his figers inside you has you a whimpering mess.

“Turn around.” Turning around to face him you see that he has pulled down his shorts and breifs. His shirt on the floor beside your feet.

“On your knees and show daddy what a good girl you are and suck my cock.” His right hand is fisting his length and slowly jerking it up and down. A pool of pre cum can be seen on the crown of his cock.

Getting on your knees on the floor you start to grab his cock with your hand but his hand stops yours before you can even grab it.

“No hands, baby girl.” Instead you look up at him, both of your gaze locking onto each other as you slowly open your mouth. His left hand grabs your chin, his thumb on your lip as he slowly psuhes his cock inside your mouth. Your lips close around the head of his cock, the taste of his pre cum slowly filling your taste buds.

“Fuck yes, baby girl.” He groans out and you pull him deeper inside inside your mouth, his cock hitting the back of your throat. Kuroo lets out a soft groan and grabs a hold of your hair. You then start to bob your head up and down his length, taking him as far as you can.

“Just like that. Fuck, yes. You suck me so good, baby girl.” You keep on bobbing your head, going in an even space as you take him in. His cock keps on twitching every now and then. His hand on your hair keeps getting tighter and soon enough he pulls you away with your hair. Both of his arms grabs you under your armpits and pulls you up, all of your weight and sets your ass on the plinth. The head of his cock rubs your slit, lubricating your labia.

“Tetsu. Kuroo. Daddy. Please.”

“Please what baby girl? Tell me what you want?”

“I want you.”

“No. Tell me what you really want.”

“I want your cock. Please daddy.”

“Of course baby girl,” and he slowly thrusts his cock inside your cunt. Out. In. Out. In. Giving you no time to get used to his size. His size always impressed you. The feeling of his cock stretching your walls, feeling all of his 9 inches inside you.

Throwing your arms around his shoulders you pull him close to you, only for you to bite down on his shoulder to suppress your moans. His own hands on your hips, keeping them in place as he fucks you.

While Kuroo keps on thrusting into you, the voices outside kept getting louder and louder. Balls hitting the floor. Laughter could be heard every now and then. You were scared. You didn't want anyone to find you but you didn't want Kuroo to stop. That would be stupid because his cock kept hitting your g spot and god how you wanted to cum. You felt that familiar sensation in the pit of your stomach building up faster and faster.

“You want to cum, baby girl? You want to cum on my cock huh?” Even without looking at him you could tell that he had a cocky smirk on his face. You could only whimper as a respons to his question. Your wettness was making it easy for him to work you up, the sensation that you're very familiar with returning to you as your teeth bite into his shoulder harder.

“C-close,” you mumble out onto his shoulder, your teeth dug deep into his flesh.

“Cum. I want you to cum, (y/n). I want you to cum all over my cock. Cum all over daddy's cock, baby girl.”

“T-Tetsurou!” Letting go, you cum all over his cock. Your juices covering all of him, making it even easier for him to slide in and out of you. Squelching sounds could be heard as he kept on fucking you.

“The way you tighten around my cock when you cum is fucking amazing,” Kuroo states as his hips keep on pouncing into yours, him nearing his own release. Whenever he's close, his thrusts become sloppier and he wants to cum so badly. He wants to fill up your cunt with his seed.

“I'm gonna fill that cunt of yours with my all my cum, baby girl.”

“Daddy. Please. Fill me.”

“Fuuuck... (y/n)!” His hips stills as his cock jerks inside of you. His legs trembling at his release. Your own legs trembling still after you had your own release a couple of minutes ago. His hands move from your hips to your thighs, holding them for you.

You pull your head away from his shoulder, seeing the bite mark on his shoulder. The redness around it makes you worry. Looking up at him, you're ready to apologize but he reads your expression and knows exactly what you're thinking.

“Don't. I like it. It'll remind me of you at practise later,” a smug smile on his face.

“I can't believe you just did that, Tetsu...”

“Hmm, well I liked it, didn't you?”

“What... I... O-Of course I did,” a blush appearing on your face.

“Thought so.” Kuroo pulls away from you, your soggy heat missing the feeling of him.

“Oh and babe? Don't shower when you get home. I'm not finished with you yet.” He winks at you and you can only blush even more, pressing your thighs together trying to stop the tingling feeling between your legs.

Kuroo pulls on his breifs and shorts and throws on the t-shirt that he discarded earlier. You're busy yourself trying to pull on your own clothes. You can feel his semen slowly coming out of you making you feel embarrassed and horny at the same time.

“Where's Kuroo? We're supposed to be go jogging now”

“Well (y/n) came by earlier, maybe he walked her to the parking lot. Let's go and see if he's there.” The voices faded away from you and Kuroo and the feeling of breathing normally returned to you.

“Looks like the coast is clear.” His voice speaks softly at you.

“I can't believe you Tetsu... someone could've walked in on us you know.” You had your arms crossed over your chest, a sour pout on your lips as you tried to look pissed at him.

“Yes. I know. That's what makes is so exciting with public sex. The feeling of someone could bust us but at the same time thrilling.” He only smiled at you while placing his hands on his hips.

Walking up to him you sighed at him. You loved this man so much, but sometimes he could test your patience and you wonder how you let him do these things to you. Not that you really mind.

“Well. I need to go and you need to jog.” You placed your palms on his chest and his arms went around your shoulders.

“Not that I need it. I've already had my warm up,” rolling your eyes at his comment you act as is he just hadn't said it.

“See you later?”

“Yes. I'm not done with fucking your brains out kitten.”

“KUROO!”

“What? It's true,” laughing at you, the way he closes his eyes and his teeth warming smile you could only smile back, cause you wouldn't want it any other way with Kuroo Tetsurou.

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