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I think that, in addition to the fact that poetry is not as widely celebrated as it should be, part of the reason people don't buy poetry books is because they don't know how to read poetry books. They can read and understand a poem, sure, but reading a collection requires a different form of attention. You need to be sensitive to narrative arcs, to the ways different themes and ideas evolve throughout the text, to the transformations that occur, and the ways different poems juxtaposed against one another reveal new insights into each poem.
In short, a poetry book requires you to slow down. But the ways literature is commercialized makes it a lot harder for folks to realize this. The literary world has annual reading goals (I read 100 books last year!), top 20 lists (these are the best poetry books of 2023!), a general sense of urgency around literature (you haven't read it yet?!?)
But poetry collections aren't about filling shelf space. You can't flip through the pages like prose and expect to understand even a tenth of what you've just read. Just because there are fewer words than in a novel, doesn't mean it should take less time than it does to read a novel.
Poetry books resist commodification, and when our literary culture praises the most well- and widely-read individuals, it gives into that commodification, celebrating the reader whose shelf is filled with thousands of collections they only barely grasped. I often find myself lamenting how few poetry collections I've actually read, but if I spent my time with the work and gained a whole lot from reading it, why does it matter that my poetry shelf has so many "vacancies?" Why do I feel a lack, and not what I've gained from the work I've actually read?
#stuff i was thinking about while doing squats today#i was also thinking about Phineas and Ferb#and Candace's sisyphean struggles stealing her youth#while also being emblematic of the culture of punishment that upholds the systemic shortcomings of the American suburb#Candace is so annoying#I should do more squats
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if you're stuck on a chapter there are a few reasons:
-your set up to the scene you're writing is not working. go back and check it
-you are not in the right POV. think about who would be the most interesting or the most entertaining or the most informative in that scene, depending on what impact you want the scene to have
-you're at the beginning of the chapter and the words aren't coming to you even though you have it planned out already? the solution is simple: you don't like what you have planned out as much as you think you do. do not force it
-solution to a lot of problems comes from a single question I ask myself: Do I choose the kind option, or the mean option? (Your readers will eat up either one)
-You find the dialogue lacking? Act it out
-Your scene feels boring or something just "ain't right" but you can't tell what it is? Try making yourself feel the emotion you want your readers to feel. If you didn't cry while writing a scene meant to make your readers bawl their eyes out, then you might not have connected to your character as well as you wanted to. Put yourself in their shoes, pretend you ARE them.
(And afterwards, please practice putting yourself back in your own shoes and taking care of your mental health. Sometimes the fucked up stuff might get to you. Healthy minds create healthy lives, and in turn, you get to keep creating.)
-Your environment might be bothering you. Take a look around you and see what's nagging you. Is your workspace not clean? Are your notes out of order? A clean/orderly workspace can help you organize your thoughts or get you into a more productive mood. (Trust me, I get it, sometimes it's really hard to keep it tidy.)
-Try white/brown/pink noise. Try listening to music, or to videos that create background noise you feel most productive with.
-Jumping jacks. Squats. Stretches. Wiggle around your room. That one scene in High School Musical where Sharpay and Ryan are warming up. It sounds ridiculous, but this is good for you, your body, and your mind. Release pent up energy, get yourself awake and focused. If you aren't able to do this, try something silly to wake your brain up. Do some puzzles, sing some songs, etc.
-Most importantly:
Did you do your laundry? Did you get enough sun? Did you drink enough water? Did you eat enough today? Did you get your favorite snack? Did you smile? Did you run in your yard like you did as a kid? Did you laugh with your friend? Did you see the way their eyes crinkle when they smile at you? Did you play with your dog? Your cat? Did you look at the flowers in the field near your house? Did you meet someone new? Did you learn something you didn't before? Did you try something you were scared of? Did it go well? Did you enjoy being yourself? Did you explore the world today? Did you live? Did you love? Did you feel? Did you breathe, and relax, and feel that everything is gonna be okay?
It might seem insignificant, but we write from the heart, not just the mind. Let your story sit in the back of your mind when you truly feel stuck. Take care of yourself, try getting out of your head. Notice the details around you, commit them to memory. Your story will wait for you. It might take a day, or days, or a week, or a month, months, or a year or years. But the story sits with you and you'll be thinking about it without actually thinking about it. When you come to your story again, it will be happy that you've grown, no matter how big or small
#erinwantstowrite#writing blog#writing advice#writing#writing inspiration#writer's block#writers on tumblr#writerscommunity#mental health#it's so imprtant to take care of yourself#your characters want you to do that#they live as an extension of you
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caddy princess



-> minygu x gn!reader
warnings+”: fluff!!, suggestive, reader is depicted as smaller than mingyu, reader and mingyu can not keep their hands to themselves, many golf references that I could not care less to double check if they made sense or not, pls don't ask me the color of his shirt word count: 1787 notes ִֶָ ࣪˖ mingyu on my mind. lmk what you think of this one!!! reblogs and comments help the most!! I had fun writing for him and tbh I find people that play golf vv attractive but I also think its one of the most BORING sports to watch. its a love hate relationship. anywayyyy, stay safe and be gentle with yourselves<3
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It’s too early in the morning and your brain is a little fuzzy. You agreed a few days ago to join Mingyu in a game of golf and you were seriously regretting it. You should've double checked the time you’d be going. Though you don’t want to miss the chance to ogle him while he plays.
Your eyes follow Mingyu's tall figure as he walks back and forth between the bathroom and bedroom closet. He is rambling about something that happened at work the other day but all you could focus on was the rippling muscles of his back and arms. The golf shirt he throws on hugs his body so well you have no clue how you were going to survive this outing.
“.. And then.. hey, are you even listening?” Mingyu pouts after seeing how out of it you look.
You hum in acknowledgement but you were still staring at his arms. He rolls his eyes with a smirk, continuing to put his belt on as he walks over to you. You are laying on your side with your head resting on your palm. Your eyes shift up to follow his movements and eventually meet his gaze.
“You with me?” Mingyu squats down so you wouldn't strain your neck and rests a hand on your waist.
“Yeah sorry, it’s just way too early for you to be looking this attractive.” You mumble shyly, tracing a finger along the contours of his arm muscle.
“You’re gonna be a problem today aren't you?”
You then squeeze his bicep, “ no idea what you’re talking about.” the corner of your mouth lifts up a little.
“We have to leave soon so get up and get dressed honey.” He tells you then kisses the crown of your head.
Mingyu has never seen you fawn this hard so obviously over him. Usually it’s the other way around so he was definitely going to be savoring this for a long time. You shove yourself into your pillow, groaning about how you just want to sleep. He laughs, kissing the back of your head before getting up.
You follow him into the kitchen after you finish getting dressed and watch from the countertop as he makes snacks for in between holes. He would occasionally bring a few pieces of food up to your mouth for you to eat, which you accept with a smile. When he finished packing it all up you hop off the counter and then help him bring stuff out to the car. He takes to heavier things, like his clubs and a mini cooler filled with ice and water, while you carry the bag of food.
Mingyu pulls out of the driveway not long after and the drive to the golf course is peaceful, causing you to go back into that sleepy state. You look over at him, his wrist casually resting on the gearshift, veins branching their way up his forearm from his hand and the hat he put on at the last second leading the focus to his crazy sharp jawline. You barely think as you reach over and run your fingers along the outline of it.
“Thank you for coming with me.” Mingyu's voice is still deep from waking up, snapping you from your trance.
“Of course,” you squeeze his wrist, “ I love spending time with you and watching you play golf is a huge bonus.”
You go back to tracing his veins as his laugh fills the car. Just as you arrive at the course parking lot, the sun peeks over the mountains, casting various pinks and reds to fill the horizon. You lean on your knees to get a better look and take your phone out to take a picture.
“Okay I see why you do this so early. It’s so pretty.”
“Seeing you all pouty in the morning is way prettier.” Mingyu leans over the console and kisses your warm cheek.
You smile down at your phone to try and hide how much his words affect you but of course he couldn’t let you be shy in peace. He pinches your cheek lovingly while cooing affectionate words in that soft high pitched voice he knows gets you to crumble.
“Stop it.” You whine and push him away.
“What? Only you are allowed to openly obsess over your partner?”
“No.. but.. whatever, shut up.”
You turn your head away, face on fire and look back towards the sunrise. Mingyu kisses your cheek a few times then leaves to go into the main building to pay for a golf cart. He opens your door when he comes back and the both of you, after gathering all of your things, begin walking towards where they keep them.
Once again you are drooling over his arms. You watch the way his muscles ripple as he lifts his golf bag into the storage compartment attached to the back causing you to swallow hard. Next he lifts the cooler and bag of food into the back seats. The golden sunlight is hitting him perfectly, it takes everything in you not to pounce on him.
Mingyu clears his throat, your face flaming hot at getting caught, “don’t.” you warn.
He smiles wide and kisses you softly then pats your hip, signalling to get into the golf cart. The first few holes you just sit and watch with casual conversation in between. He is teeing up on the 4th hole when your stomach starts to grumble. You wait until he takes the shot before asking if he was ready for a snack or water. Mingyu nods and tells you which one to get out for him.
“Honey, why don’t you hit one?”
“And completely embarrass myself in front of my hot, insanely talented boyfriend? No thanks.”
You bite into your snack. Mingyu grabs your calves after sitting back down, laying them across his thighs and takes his snack and water from your waiting hand.
“Would it be more enticing if I said I would help you.” He questions and you tap your chin as if you were contemplating hard.
Mingyu continues, “I mean think about it. You wouldn’t really need to do anything,” his fingers begin tracing along your soft skin, " I'd be right behind you, guiding you to hit it right.”
Just the thought of his giant arms around you, even if it’s just for a game, had you nodding frantically before he could get another word out. The triumphant smile on his face makes your heart flutter and you lean over a little and kiss him.
“Only one hit though.” You tell him after pulling away.
You never had an interest to play before so having you finally say yes meant the world to Mingyu. He agrees with the same smile still on his face. You both finish your snacks and then continue down the fairway to where his ball landed.
Your eyes fall back to Mingyu's biceps then trail down to the way his hands grip the club as he goes to hit the ball again. If your phone could track the hours you stare at Mingyu like it does screen time, it would malfunction and overheat. Not a second goes by where you aren’t gazing at him in some way. He finished the hole with a birdie and you were making your way to the next one.
“Alright baby, you’re up.” Mingyu pats your thigh.
He sets up your golf ball and motions for you to come and stand right in front of him. A golf club is placed in your hands as he encases your body with his own. He guides your hands into the right position and leans your upper body forward a bit. You can’t help but swallow hard when Mingyu rests his head on your shoulder, pushing himself closer against your back.
“Spread your legs a little bit and bend your elbows like this,” his hands come up just under your elbows to move your arms, “make sure to bend your knees too.”
You try your best to follow along with his touch and words but it is all too distracting. Whether he was doing it on purpose or not, you needed to sit down. Your knees nearly give out when his lips graze from your neck up to your ear.
“Straighten your back.” He whispers.
Your face is on fire as you do it and you don’t even process it when Mingyu raises the club and hits the ball for you, hands pressing yours firmly to stay in position. He leaves a few lingering kisses on your cheek, praising you for a good hit even though you didn’t do a single thing. As you sit back in the passenger's seat, you do everything except look at Mingyu.
The smirk on his face is telling enough that he was enjoying this which only made your blush deepen. Luckily he doesn’t press you to do it again and you continue to watch him play. By the end of the hole you were so hot and bothered you couldn’t talk without choking on your words.
Mingyu happily places a hand on your thigh, kneading very sensually as he drives to the next hole. To his surprise you take his hand off and place it back on his lap. When he does it again and you repeat your previous action he can’t help the challenge right in front of him. Instead of trying a third time he rests his arm behind your shoulders on the seat. His fingers trace patterns along your shoulder and the back of your neck making goosebumps scatter across your skin. You lean forward but his hand comes to lightly grasp your shoulder.
“Come on honey. Are you scared you won’t be able to stop yourself if I keep touching you?” You almost scoff but he wasn’t wrong so you just turn your head away from him.
“Can you at least look at me?” He pouts.
You let out a big sigh and reluctantly meet his eyes. The smile on his face makes you want to smack it off, knowing he is going to use this situation against you whenever he sees fit. He had stopped the cart a while ago so it didn’t scare you when he took your face in both his hands and kissed you deeply.
“Can you be good until we get home?” Mingyu asks, his voice deep.
“I think I should be asking you that.” You quip back and he laughs against your lips.
Mingyu took his sweet time finishing his game and by the last hole you threatened to leave him here if he didn’t hurry up. You couldn’t even make it out of the parking lot.
// main masterlist , find more fics of seventeen here
#kpop imagines#kpop fluff#seventeen imagines#seventeen fluff#seventeen x reader#mingyu imagines#kim mingyu imagines#mingyu fluff#mingyu x reader#mingyu scenarios#kim mingyu fluff#kim mingyu x reader#svt imagines#svt fluff#svt x reader
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gym bros 🤘(s.mt + o.sm)



pairing: seok matthew, oh seungmin [o.de] x fem!reader
word count: 1.8k
warnings: cursing, oral (m. + f. receiving), double penetration, unprotected sex, public ? (gym) sex, face riding, meanish!dom seungmin, soft!dom matthew. praise (f. receiving), o.de calls you a slut . i think that’s it
a/n: leave it to me to write a matthew threesome with a random idol :3
reblogs are very much appreciated!
nsfw under the cut, mdni.
every year you made a resolution to start bettering yourself by going to the gym but it always fell through, your schedule getting ‘too busy’ (or any other excuse you had to make yourself feel better.)
but this year, you decided to stop procrastinating and join the gym. this particular gym was owned by a friend’s friend, oh seungmin.
you were told good things about this gym, so you immediately signed up, even going as far as getting yourself a personal trainer. that’s how you met matthew.
matthew was everything you’d expect a personal trainer to be like. fit, confident, and encouraging. you definitely had doubts about joining the gym, constantly worried about others seeing and judging you. but matthew soothed all of those anxieties, encouraging you with a warm smile that you soon became very fond of.
and with that fondness of his smile came a particular liking to matthew himself. your little crush ended up hindering your ability to stay focused during your sessions with matthew, and he noticed.
while you were doing squats, matthew shook his head before coming over to you, placing a hand on your lower back and straightening your form. his other hand went to your thigh, pulling your legs farther apart. “don’t half-ass this.” he mumbled before going back to his previous spot.
now you’d be lying if you said the touch didn’t ignite something in you. the lingering feeling of his touch burning on your thigh. you tried your best to do as matthew said, but your brain was obviously in other places.
matthew’s eyebrows furrowed, “are you okay? you seem off today.” you shook your head, “just.. thinking about stuff.” matthew raised his eyebrow, but nodded.
“let’s try bench pressing.” he tilted his head towards the bench press machine. you nodded before making your way over to the machine, matthew close behind you.
what you didn’t see was matthew’s eyes scanning your body, watching how your ass moved in your gym shorts. he as well had something on his mind; you.
every time you come in for your sessions, matthew has to remind himself that you’re his client, he shouldn’t feel this way about you. but when you show up, your gym bra showing off your cleavage and your shorts hugging your curves just right… all of matthew’s sanity goes out of the window.
you laid down on the bench, adjusting yourself to lift the weight while matthew went to the top to spot you. your breath hitched as matthew seemed closer than usual. so close you could feel the warmth radiating off his body.
when you looked up, your eyes widened as you realized your face was almost crotch-level with matthew. he leaned over to adjust the weights before nodding at you, signaling you could begin your reps. “now, push your limits, i believe in you.” matthew encouraged.
you took a deep breath before reaching up to lift the bar. “there you go. you’re doing so good, just like that.” matthew praised. his words went straight to your core, causing a soft moan to leave your lips before you could catch yourself.
both yours and matthew’s eyes widened at the noise. you attempted to play it off, grunting more to make it seem as if the weights were too much, but matthew wasn’t buying it. a smug smirk was plastered across his face as he placed the bar back on the rack, “you’re clearly thinking of something else. you wanna tell me what’s going on in that pretty head?”
you pressed your thighs together at matthew’s sudden boldness. “c’mon don’t get shy now.. maybe i could help you ease your thoughts.” matthew purred, leaning down to be face level with you. “thinking about you, matthew.” you whispered.
matthew’s smirk grew before he stood up straight, glancing around the gym to see if anyone was still around. once he was sure no one was around, he went around to the side of the bench, “get on your knees, pretty.” you quickly got down, letting matthew sit down before you went between his thighs.
“so eager.” he chuckled before lifting his hips up to take his shorts off. you watched intensely as matthew slipped off his boxers, his hard cock springing out and slapping against his stomach. feeling your mouth water at the sight, you looked up at matthew, waiting for him to give you the green light.
he smiled at your awaiting form, “have at it darling.” you leaned forward, taking his length in your hand and pumping it slowly.
matthew bit his lip as he tried to suppress his moans. his eyes rolled back as you ran your tongue across his tip, giving kitten licks to it. “fuck, don’t tease, pretty.” he groaned, his hand leaving the bench to lace in your hair.
he slowly guided your mouth on his cock, pushing your head down until your nose came in contact with his pelvis. shameless curses and moans left matthew’s lips, your mouth feeling too good for him to care about someone overhearing you two.
while nobody was around in the gym area, his boss, seungmin was in the gym office sorting through paperwork before he heard the matthew’s moans. he quickly got up, worrying that someone had injured themselves while they were unattended.
when he reached the gym area, he was met with matthew, balls deep inside your mouth, groans escaping matthew’s lips every time you bobbed your head on his length.
seungmin narrowed his eyes as he cleared his throat, matthew’s eyes shooting open and you sputtering around his length. “really, matthew? couldn’t keep it in your pants for one session?” he scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest.
matthew blinked as his mind was currently all over the place, his orgasm ebbing away with every passing second. seungmin’s eyes trailed over your form, stopping on your teary eyes and swollen lips.
you’d met seungmin a handful of times, but you never made note of how buff he was. his size and the way he was staring made you feel small.
he slowly walked over to the two of you, eyes locked on you as he moved. he leaned down, “don’t think i could blame you, though.” he reached out, pressing his thumb past your lips. you began to suck, instantly submitting to seungmin.
matthew watched with wide eyes, wishing your mouth was still around his cock. “how bout this,” seungmin spoke up, “you finish sucking matthew off while you ride my face. i know you’re soaked down there..” seungmin awaited your response, eyes flicking up to matthew who’s eyes were locked on your lips around seungmin’s thumb.
you nodded enthusiastically, pulling off his thumb with a pop. “it hurts,” you said breathlessly. seungmin smiled before moving to lay down beside you, gesturing for you to climb onto his face.
matthew stood up as you shimmied out of your shorts, then moving over to seungmin. you threw your leg over the other side of his head, your cunt hovering over his mouth. matthew positioned himself by seungmin’s head, his cock in hand.
seungmin wrapped his arms around your thighs, gently pulling you down onto his mouth. his tongue quickly lapped at your juices, dipping it into your hole and messily thrusting the muscle inside of you.
any moan that could leave your lips was quickly muffled by matthew’s cock. “just like that, doll. sucking me so well.” matthew groaned. you moaned around his length as seungmin’s nose bumped against your clit with every movement of his head.
your hips started to subtly grind against seungmin’s tongue, your orgasm nearing quickly as he worked his tongue skillfully. “s-shit, gonna cum soon, love.” matthew warned. you began to suck him harder, desperately trying to get him to cum.
with a few more thrusts into your mouth, matthew groaned as he came, shooting his load down your throat. you let matthew’s cock fall from your lips as you swallowed his cum, watching him as you did so.
seungmin watched the two of you, the actions causing him to groan into your pussy. “s-so close-!” you cried, reaching down to lace your fingers in seungmin’s hair. he let you take over, sticking out his tongue for you to grind yourself on.
your mouth opened in a silent scream as you came on his tongue. seungmin lapped up your release, moaning at the taste. “tastes so good..” he mumbled against your cunt. you slowly slid off his face, going to straddle his lap instead. you leaned down, pressing your lips to his.
the kiss quickly got messy, seungmin’s tongue slipping into your mouth when you gasped, feeling his bulge against your cunt. matthew watched the scene in front of him, feeling himself grow hard at the sight.
“love, you think you could take both of us?” matthew asked, leaning down to lift your head towards him.
your eyes widened at his question before you bashfully nodded. matthew smiled before patting your head, moving to kneel behind you. seungmin quickly pulled off his bottoms, his cock standing tall. you lifted up, aligning his cock with your entrance before slowly sliding down on his length. curses left both of your lips at the feeling.
matthew let the two of you adjust before moving forward, pressing the tip to your already full hole. matthew slowly pushed in, watching as you collapsed against seungmin’s chest. “s-so full,” you moaned.
“i know pretty. you’re taking us so well, just a little more.” matthew massaged your sides soothingly as he bottomed out. your nails dug into seungmin’s chest as the two men slowly started to thrust into your cunt. sinful moans erupted from your throat as they stuffed you full.
“such a greedy s-slut taking two cocks at the same time.” seungmin said through gritted teeth. you were already too far gone, your quickly nearing orgasm turning your brain to mush. seungmin chuckled as he felt you drooling on his chest, “shit, we fucked her dumb, matt..” he said breathlessly.
matthew watched as you babbled and moaned loudly, “our pretty girl is gonna let us fill her up, hm?” matthew cooed, you moaned in response, incoherent words leaving your lips. your moans increased in pitch as you came around their cocks, your body shaking in their hold.
“i’m close,” seungmin groaned, the feeling of your cunt and matthew’s cock dragging against his sending him over the edge. matthew came soon after, both men emptying themselves inside your cunt.
“so good for us.. you okay, baby?” matthew asked, leaning down to caress your face. both matthew and seungmin pulled out, their mixed cum leaking from your cunt.
you hummed at matthew’s question, mind still too foggy to form sentences. “c’mon, pretty. let’s go get you cleaned up.” matthew stood up, bending down to pick you up.
he carried you to the gym’s showers, praising you every step of the way, seungmin followed close behind. both men helping to clean you up, pressing soft kisses to your skin. <3
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The Open Window Lets The Rain In



pt. 1 - pt. 2 - next part
pairing: satoru x reader (semi suguru x reader)
synopsis: Your time at Jujutsu Tech was something of a sanctuary for you. The position you were born for did not allow you wishes of your own. Resigning yourself to your destiny, you savor the moments you have with your friends. And don't dare to wish for more.
tags/warnings -angst to eventual fluff, multi pov, canon compliant, series, mentions of child abuse, manipulation, malnutrition, violence, injuries, and smoking-
In your younger, and more venerable years, you would have never left the estate unattended. Maybe that is why, after everything that unraveled today, the lingering thought on your mind was how strange it felt to not fear solitude unchained.
"Do you ever feel like...she's not fully there?" Suguru murmured, filing through his bag, unpacking into his dorm once again. The boys had just made it back from the bullet train to Tokyo.
The summer break had been a nice respite for the two strongest, but there was nothing they enjoyed more than being in school, cracking jokes, and wasting time together.
"Huhh? Suguru, you seriously think too much." Satoru rolled his eyes beneath his glasses. He was splayed across Geto's bed, staring at the ceiling. "What does that even mean?" He giggles.
"Just-" Suguru sighs, "I don't know." He shakes his head in a 'never mind' type of way, and pulled out his uniform jacket, going to hang it up in the closet.
"Ughhhhh don't do that Suguru, you know you get in your head, right? Just say what you mean." Satoru pulled himself up and took off his shades, watching as Geto stretched his jacket onto a hanger.
Geto pauses to think, "You remember when Shoko was talking about marriage and stuff?" He began.
It had been in the middle of second year, the group had just been getting to know you. You had been starting to feel at home in Tokyo. One warm day, you and Shoko were laying out in the school yard, sunbathing and giggling about nonsense.
"They're trying to pull me away from missions, ya know? Totally sucks, I feel like I'm gonna be missing out." Shoko sighed, her eyes closed.
You both were on your backs, you turn to face her and grin, "You're just too important Ieiri, can't be loosing our precious healer!" But Shoko doesn't laugh.
"I just hate all this 'duty stuff'. I don't want to be...I don't know..." She runs a hand down her face. "Holed up in a lab all my life while my classmates eliminate curses and- and save people."
You continue to stare in her direction, hoping she'll meet your eyes. "You are saving people E, you must know that. Don't let the fomo get to you."
"I do, of course, but... I don't want to be valuable like this. I want... ugh" She cuts herself off as the two boys in your class make there way into the courtyard. Satoru takes gaping steps in the grass.
"What do you want Shoko? Hmm??" He squats down and hides her face from the sun. She attempts to shove him back but infinity gets in her way and she grimaces. "I want you to mind your own business, Gojo."
"Awe you're no fun." Gojo pouts. Plopping himself to your left. "What are you girls whining about anyway. It's so somber out here."
Neither of you said anything, you didn't want to speak about something Shoko didn't want to share. "Are we discussing our dreams, ladies?" He turned to look at you but you just roll your eyes. "Suguru?" He calls in a high pitch voice, "Suguru, have you got a dream?"
"Screw off, Gojo." Shoko sat up and threw Satoru a dirty look.
"Just askin'. I'll have you know I dream about my Digimon trading collection all the time."
The four of you sat in silence for awhile. It was strange, being amongst a group friends and not feeling left out. Eventually Shoko turned to look at Geto. He was always kinder.
"Have you got a dream?" She asked.
Gojo made a puking noise, "Oh my goooooshh not this again, I was kidding you know."
Suguru rolled his eyes. "Yeah, I guess I do, if you're talking about outside of the Jujutsu world."
"Do share with the class." She smiled. Satoru threw a silent tantrum, pulling up a chunk of grass at your side.
"It's pretty typical. Get married, fall in love, the normal stuff."
That really sent Satoru over the edge. "You've GOT to be kidding me." He wheezed. Suguru just raised an eyebrow in his direction. "Oh, you are soooo cringy." He plopped himself back on the grass and made one of the blades into a kazoo.
"Don't listen to him Geto, he's immature."
"AM NOT!"
You all chuckle. Eventually Shoko nods, "Yeah. That sounds nice." The two of them share a moment of ease before she finishes, "Sounds...normal."
You can hear Gojo mentally plugging his ears at this discussion. But eventually Shoko looks down at you. "What about you," she calls your name. "Do you want a family and all that?"
You were hoping she wouldn't have said anything. You were content to hear them speak about their perfectly attainable dreams. But you weren't sure if you were comfortable enough to bear your true feelings out in the open like this.
"Ummm..." You mumble. Having also taken up anxiously pulling at the weeds in the lawn, you fiddle with some between your fingers. "Meh, ya know?"
You shrug, twisting your lips. Shoko does look at you this time, "Meh? Really? I would have though you would be a total romantic!" She pushes at your shoulder and you smile.
"Well, I don't know..." You wish the boys weren't there to hear about all this, but they had gone silent. Listening intently. Even Gojo appeared to have his eyes closed, not interrupting this time.
Shoko pokes at your side, "What do you mean you don't know.... oh my gosh don't tell me-" She gasps, covering her mouth with her hand, "did you get your heart broken over in Kyoto?!" She leans in closer to grasp your shoulders, shaking you violantly. You break out in giggles at the thought.
"No! N-no, Shoko!" You laugh.
"Well what is it? Even the big guy over here got all cheesy." She pulls back and smacks Geto in the chest.
In the moment of light humor, you puff out a breath, "It's not that, its just..." You try to find the words. Knowing they wouldn't understand but hoping they might. "That type of stuff isn't really in the cards for me."
It took a moment but it seemed as though time stopped. It got quiet and Shoko hesitated before laughing. "What's that supposed to mean?"
The sun suddenly feels too bright behind your eyelids, you lift yourself up, crossing your arms over your knees, grateful Satoru is still laying prone on the grass below you. "I'm not really..." you hesitate, trying to be nice, "The same at you guys."
Shoko laughs again but it's clear she's confused. She yanks at your ear, and you pretend to smile while tugging her hand away. "I have a...I don't know...I have a life laid out for me, right?" You turn to your right and see Shoko and Geto staring at you now, brows furrowed.
"No, no, no, its not- ugh this is coming out wrong..." You giggle, adjusting your hair, suddenly flustered by their avid attention. "I just... hate the idea of loving someone and then...dying, right? That would be pretty bad..." You mumble off.
There's silence and it's starting to feel awkward again, just as you're about to break it and apologize, Suguru speaks up.
"You can still marry though. I mean...your life isn't just Jujutsu."
You smile at him. "Right..." You agree, but you know he's wrong. They would never understand. The only person who might is Satoru, and he wouldn't talk about it, even if he wanted to.
Because, Suguru is wrong, your life IS Jujutsu, it was what you were born and bred to do. The scars on your neck stand as proof. You were nothing more than a weapon.
And wishing for more would give you nothing but unnecessary hope to eventually be crushed under the weight of reality.
--
That had been almost a year ago now, Satoru couldn't believe Suguru was still thinking about that time. Gojo hates thinking about it, actually. And he certainly didn't want to be talking about it right now.
"Yeah. I remember, why are you bringing that up?"
Suguru puts his clothing into the closet and kicks a pair of shoes under a desk on his way back to his duffle. "Just that, I don't think she really confides in us. I feel like she's being used by the higher-ups."
Gojo stops flipping his sunglasses around in his hands and shoves them up on top of his head. "Really, Suguru." His voice is lower than usual. He's looking directly at the boy before him, and he shoves himself off the bed as he proclaims, "You're an idiot if you think she's the only one."
--
While you're classmates were unpacking at school, you still had to wait the full deration of break before returning to your sanctuary. You had spent the day meticulously preparing your few items for the return journey. Moseying throughout the establishment you had been raised in.
Today you would be seeing your one and only friend that knew you fully.
You had always felt comfortable in the silence with Kaito. In your first year back from school, the boy wanted nothing more than to hear of your adventures learning your technique, of your daily life, of the friends you had made.
It was not uncommon for the pair of you to fantasize of a life beyond the boarding you grew up within, but as your naivety fled from you, so too fled the wishful dreams you carried in your youth.
You had always assumed Kaito felt the same...
It started the night before summer breaks end. Kaito told you to meet him in the far gardens that next morning. Him, unwatched as an unskilled member of the staff, you, now too important to be enslaved to the ring. You were thrilled to be able to have a moment alone. To feel normal, to feel like friends... like kids.
Kaito seemed off even then. Asking you with a far away look about your time in Tokyo. About the sorcerers you met, about your new life.
Hours later, you would sit, alone in the garden playing back the words you had shared.
"They work us to the bone, Kai, sometimes I wish I was still here with you." You had said.
You hadn't meant it. Every day you were at Jujutsu Tech was an insurmountable gratitude. There was almost nothing you would give it up for. But Kaito was still stuck at the estate, only a few months left in his contract, and you didn't want to flaunt the joy he had yet to experience away from the place.
"Can't be that bad..." He gave you a faraway smile.
"I'm serious" you fibbed, "It's like I'm always on a mission, and when I'm not, I'm stressing over all the homework they give us." You roll your eyes, not looking back to the boy fiddling with his hands.
He looked so much like a man now. "You would probably do well there, Kai, you were always smarter than me." You make to look at him but notice he's fallen behind, focused on a patch of weeds growing behind a fence.
You make to call for him but he beats you, muttering your name, and some unintelligible phrase.
"What?" You turn fully now, taking a step towards him.
He swallows. "You don't have to go back." He says with more finality.
And you don't know what to say.
He can't be serious. You were well past pretending to have a life of your own. You chuckle, thinking he must be joking. "Why, should we run off and join the circus?"
There is nothing but humor in your words, but his eyes are more serious then you've ever seen them. And suddenly you know what was coming. Perhaps it had always been there, but you simply could not allow him to say it. You're filled with panic at the thought.
Later you would sit on a stepping stone, pulling up grass like Satoru once had, knowing that there had been nothing you could have said to have prevented it from happening, but at the time, you couldn't help but try.
He says nothing. Looking at you with intensity.
"No." You want to turn away from him. Shut the whole discussion in a box and never think about it again. But you stare at him with might. Begging him to see the severity of your expression. "No. Kai, no."
"Please." And then he's begging you. Just like he used to when you would tell him to not patch up your wounds. Like he used to when you would give him too much of your food. Like he used to when the teachers would torture you for something so trivial. He says your name again.
"Please." He calls to you, "Don't you see, it's always been you. You're all there is for me, you're all I want." And though you hear his words, you have already deigned to ignore them. Still, he does not stop.
"You have to know." He keeps calling your name, hoping you would soften, "I would do anything." "Stop." You've chosen a new tactic. Perhaps if you are mean. Mean to him and he won't say it.
But he says it anyway.
"You're all I have ever loved."
And there it is.
"Kai." You close your eyes. Hoping this is a nightmare.
"I've already thought about it!" He's known you long enough to tell you are attempting to block him out, "We could do it. I've saved up, and I'm of age now, listen-" He smiles painfully "-you don't have to go..."
He's coming closer to you but you're stumbling back. Refusing to allow yourself any comfort.
You have to try, "You don't... get it." You whisper.
"I do. I do!" He raises his hands. "I promise you, we could do it. Come with me! Let me...let me show you." He reaches for your hand but you spin from him, stumbling.
"Please stop... I can't- I can never- you don't see." You are unsure of how to say it. This has all come as a shock.
But then he's grabbing your shoulders and spinning you around. He's looking you dead in the face. Those words coming from him like a dam you cannot contain. "I love you. I am in love with you. Please. Please don't go back. You don't have to fulfill-" He laughs, feeling enlightened, "Sorcery. You don't have to do it."
Even through his laughter though, you know. He knows. You both do. That there might have been something there. Maybe because you shared each other's struggles. Maybe it was strung in after all those hours together in that hell... but you both also know it would never work.
Because your destiny has already been chosen for you. And you were not made to love, or be loved.
"We could be married. And be done with it." He looks so certain and there is a tiny, muted part of you that wants to believe him. "Don't go back..."
And despite your knowledge of that muted space in your heart, the overwhelming response has been waiting for him to finish.
"We can't." And a stupid part of you wants that to be enough. For him to turn from you and never speak of it again.
But Kai has always been resilient in his own way.
"We can! I love you.... do you hear me? We can-"
"No. Kai. Stop." You pull your hand to put distance between you two.
And after years with the boy, you can see the emotions raise in him. "Is there someone else?" His gaze falls, "Someone... at that school?"
And this being his reply draws out the most ridiculous laugh from you. Does he think that is why you're turning him down? That you've fallen for some other man?
"No! Kai, please. No." But the humor is far from your voice.
The silence that follows is painful.
"This is so-ugh...Kaito. Don't you get it?" You're looking at him, gently now, but he just seems incredulous.
"Don't you see I can never marry?" There.
And oddly enough, though you were certain you had come to terms with it, it feels good to say it out loud.
"I have a path laid out before me." Before he can interrupt you shove out your hand, "And I care too deeply for you to put you in a position like that."
You're resolved. And maybe he's finally seeing it now.
"I'll never be able to live that way. God, Kai, I thought you knew!" You roll your eyes. Hoping to play the whole garden fiasco off but he won't turn from you.
"No." He's shaking his head. And suddenly he looks more like a boy than he has in years.
"Yes. Kaito. You will find some girl and love her, and live long lives together, and be happy. I am certain. But that life... we are different in this way." He hasn't stopped shaking his head.
"You're wrong. You don't see it now... but you will." And for the first time this evening he isn't making sense to you, "You will find it...and live that way. I'm sure."
"Kaito..." You sigh. But he's done now. And it has ended poorly for both of you it seems.
He's turned from you.
"You're leaving. Today, aren't you, on the train?"
You swallow thickly. Nod, and finally say, "Yes." Instead of 'I have to".
"There's nothing." His shoulders shake. And he hiccups. "There isn't anything I could say. To change your mind, is there?"
Everything in you is saying to follow him now. To wrap your arms around him like you did when he was a small child. To say something about your duty to make this a little better.
But if you are kind now, perhaps he will never let this go... and that, that is more cruel than anything you could say. So instead of being kind, all you say is,
"No. There's nothing."
And then he's gone. And he's left you alone in the garden.
It takes hours for your first tears to fall.
And you miss your train.
--
Four and a half hours away in Tokyo your friends eat dinner.
As they eat, they wonder where you are and why you haven't come.
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Hey! Idea for Joel Miller- pre-outbreak neighbor!joel who’s always helping fix stuff around the reader’s house and maybe he’s got the biggest crush on her and maybe he feels a little bit like a perv because he thinks he’s too old to feel this way about someone
cw: MDNI (18+) smut (p in v)
A sizzling sound fills the kitchen as a grilled cheese cooks in the pan on the stove. Once it’s cooked to perfection, you flip it onto a plate, right on time as there’s a knock at your front door.
You set the plate onto the counter then run to the door, stopping at the mirror by the stairs, making sure that you look okay. You put on a bright smile when you finally open the door and Joel is on the other side. He holds up his tool box with that adorable shy smile and you wordlessly let him inside.
“Thanks so much for doing this,” you tell him, having no idea that he’d actually do anything for you. Ever since you moved in all of those months ago, he’s developed a crush even though he’d never admit it.
He sets the toolbox on the counter where he spots the sandwich that’s accompanied by a bag of his favorite chips as well as a can of the beer he likes. He mentioned those chips once and you always seem to have them in your pantry.
You mentioned that your shower was leaking one time and after fixing it, he made himself your personal handyman. It doesn’t matter what the problem is or the time of day, he’s on your porch in minutes with that damn toolbox. You’ve tried to offer him money for his services, but he always declines, perfectly happy to share a meal with you instead.
He can’t help but feel weird, though, crushing on you like this. It almost feels predatory even though you’re only ten years apart. Your lives are just so different. He’s got a kid and you’re just wanting to live your life. Things would just get complicated if he admitted how he felt.
He feels the tension between the two of you, that you seem to feel the same way, but he’s just making excuses because he’s afraid of putting himself out there. It’s been well over a decade since he really got to know someone in that way and he guesses that he just feels out of practice considering his age.
“So what’s the problem?” He asks. “Sink leaking again?”
“Yep,” you nod. “I don’t know what’s happening. You just fixed it.”
“Well, let me take a look.” He squats down as you chop up some lettuce for a salad so he at least has some sort of vegetable today. He turns and lies on his back, moving underneath the pipes so he can see what’s really going on. You’re so distracted by his shirt riding up that you end up cutting one of your fingers.
“Shit,” is all Joel hears and he’s up, rushing over to you to see that your finger is bleeding. He takes hold of your hand and rushes you into your guest bathroom where he knows the sink is fine.
It’s a tiny bathroom, so small that you’re practically chest to chest and Joel has to try really hard to focus on the task at hand. He turns on the faucet and pushes your hand under the water, the two of you watching the blood trickle into the sink. You lift your head to look at him but he won’t make eye contact. You think it’s cute that you make him nervous.
He then takes some soap and rubs it along your finger gently, causing you to wince at the light sting. He’s still avoiding your gaze and all you want is for him to just look at you for a second. You need to see that pretty brown.
“Sorry,” he says softly. “Where are your bandaids?”
“Cabinet,” you nod your head towards the mirror and he uses one hand to open the cabinet while the other still holds onto you. Something about holding his hand feels right. It’s soft but rough from how often he works with them and you can’t help but imagine what they would feel like roaming along your naked body.
“You don’t have to do this,” you tell him and he just scoffs.
“It’s my job to take care of you.” He’s looking at you now, his eyes boring into yours. “And you need to be more careful.” He’s so serious and sometimes you wish there was something you could do to get him to relax.
“God, you’re so protective,” you roll your eyes with a laugh. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you have a crush on me.” That’s when it occurs to you and everything clicks into place. You both widen your eyes and he pulls away as soon as the bandaid is on your finger.
“Oh my god, you do have a crush on me.” His cheeks are a bright shade of pink and you don’t think you’ve ever seen him behave this way. You step closer so that your body is flush to his, your hands resting on his cheek as you do so.
“Then I guess I should tell you that I have a crush on you too.” You lean in, your lips slowly slotting between his in a gentle kiss. He’s quick to respond, his hands grabbing onto your waist roughly as he kisses you hungrily. He’s waited months for this and now he’s going to take advantage of it.
Joel presses you up against the sink as his tongue slides into your mouth. It’s messy because he’s out of practice but that doesn’t stop you from moaning as your tongues make eye contact. His hand slides up your shirt and you pull away to take it off. You then unbutton his shirt which quickly falls to the floor leaving him in the white t-shirt he was wearing underneath.
You grab hold of his hand and lead him out of the bathroom, clothing coming off between shared kisses before he’s picking you up and carrying you up the stairs. It’s all happening so fast but that’s how you like it. You don’t care that you’re rushing into it because you’ve been thinking about this exact thing for months.
Joel lays you down on the bed, kissing his way down to your chest. He’s so good at this but you’re sure that’s because of all the women he’s surely taken to bed in his life. He’s older, he’s got more experience.
“Condoms are in the drawer,” you point to the bedside table behind you and he hurries to grab one. He throws it onto the bed as his t-shirt and underwear come off so he’s completely naked hovering over you.
“You’re so hot,” you tell him and he can’t help but smile. He thought he was letting himself go so he loves that you think of him as attractive when he looks like this.
“Am I?” He asks as he lies on top of you and you push him so he’s lying on the mattress.
“Let me show you how much.” You straddle his waist as your bra comes off and he can’t help stare. He never thought this would happen and now that it is, he just feels like he’s dreaming. It’s already so perfect that he doesn’t need anything else. Just this and that’s it. He also wouldn’t mind living your lives together but maybe that’s asking too much.
“Okay,” he breathes, watching you roll the condom on him before sinking down onto him. Your pace is slow at first, but then you quickly pick it up, bouncing on his cock as the most pornographic moans pour from your mouths.
You quickly get into a good rhythm and decide that you fit perfectly together. His hands fit perfectly over your breasts as he plays with your nipples as your hands slide into his hair, making a mess of it. It’s everything either of you could have ever asked for and more.
“Faster,” he commands and you obey, moving the fastest you possibly can as you lean forward, pressing your lips to his. His hands move down to your ass, giving it a squeeze, causing you to gasp into his mouth. He lets out a chuckle in response as he bucks his hips against yours, matching your pace. “That’s it,” he says. “Just like that, baby. Just like that.”
You’re moving even faster and he’s able to match your pace perfectly, unable to keep his eyes off of you. You look so hot on top of him and now he wants to know how many rounds you can go for. He’s got nothing but time and wants to see just how long you can go, how many surfaces you’d let him fuck you on.
Joel doesn’t know why he’s been so nervous to get to this point. It’s been shockingly easy, as if the two of you were meant to be. And at this point, he doesn’t think he can do this with someone else-doesn’t want to do this with someone else. You’re it for him.
“Fuck, baby, I think I’m gonna-” He can’t even finish his sentence before he reaches his orgasm, the most filthy moans fall from his lips. You look down at him, taking in the scene below you. His hair is a mess and his mouth is in a wide “O” shape as he gets his relief.
As he comes down, both of you breathless, you dispose of the condom then pull the blanket over your bodies. You then press a kiss to his chest before leaning your head on it. Joel’s arm wraps around your waist, his fingers dancing across your skin.
“Shit, what time is it?” He asks, standing up from the bed as he looks around for his underwear. He puts them on as you throw on one of your oversized t-shirts before following him into the hallway where he finds his jeans. “Sarah’s gonna be home any minute and I forgot I promised we’d watch a movie tonight. I’m so sorry.”
“Don’t worry about it,” you wave him off as you follow him down the stairs where he puts on his socks and shows. “You can just come back when she goes to bed. I mean, if you want to.”
“Oh, I want to,” he smiles, pressing a kiss to your lips before he heads out the door, hurrying across the lawn as he sees his daughter going through the front door of his own house.
“Hey,” she greets, giving him a knowing look as she sees where he’s come from. She’s so amused by the fact that his shirt isn’t buttoned correctly that she doesn’t even bother to mention it. “Were you over at y/n’s again?”
“Yeah,” he replies, trying really hard to not be so obvious but he can’t help but smile. “Her pipes were leaking again. Now c’mon, wash up. Tommy’s bringing pizza.”
They enter the kitchen as Tommy comes through the back door with the pizza that he sets in the center of the table where the three of them sit. As they eat, Joel’s still fighting the smile on his face which causes Tommy and Sarah to share a knowing look. They’re just surprised it didn’t happen sooner.
“You can go back over there after dinner, dad. I think I’m plenty old enough to get myself to bed,” Sarah tells Joel who seems confused.
“C’mon, Joel,” Tommy speaks up. “We all know you have a thing for each other so you don’t have to hide it anymore. It looks like you’re done anyway, so go on ahead.”
“Yeah, we can watch the movie some other night. Tommy and I are fine.” Without another word, Joel is out of his chair, hurrying out the back door that he doesn’t even bother closing on his way back over to you. Tommy and Sarah just roll their eyes and continue eating their pizza, but they’re actually really happy for him, thinking that it was about time.
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Could we have some hcs of reader referring to some of the older MHA men (coughAizawacough) as "beekeeping age" and then they make her explain it? LMAO.
For those who don’t spend all their time on TikTok like I do, ‘beekeeping age’ refers to an attractive older man, usually in 40s/50s. Some of these guys technically don’t apply but we’re putting them in anyway!
Characters: Aizawa Shouta/Eraserhead, Yagi Toshinori/All Might, Maijima Higari/Power Loader, Sasaki Mirai/Sir Nighteye
Contents: The existential struggle of trying to explain a meme to people who aren't chronically online.
Aizawa Shouta/Eraserhead
Age: 31
Yes, he’s only in his thirties, but Aizawa has the vibe of a retiree. He looks like someone who should be muttering “I’m too old for this shit” at any minor inconvenience. In fact, he often does. He’s said it several times today.
Most especially when you looked over at him and told him that he looks like he’s ‘beekeeping age’. Now, as a teacher, Aizawa isn’t as out of step with popular culture as he might like you to think he is. Even if he doesn’t really bother with social media himself, he has twenty students who are all hooked to their phones like it’s a dialysis machine. He picks stuff up just by proximity, and it’s not the first time he’s heard the phrase ‘beekeeping age’. And while he might have a vague idea of what it means, he’s not just going to let you get away with calling him that.
He looks straight at you, lifts an eyebrow and asks, “What does that mean?”
Which leaves you floundering a little, because you have to explain to Aizawa that it means you think of him as an attractive ‘older’ man.
While he’s the furthest thing from vain, he finds himself a little bit offended.
“What the hell do you mean ‘older’? I’m thirty-one.”
“You have to admit, Shouta, you do give off the vibe of a grizzled older man.”
“I’m too old for this shit.”
Yagi Toshinori/All Might
Age: 55+
Toshinori’s the only one who really qualifies for this trope, and naturally, he has absolutely no idea what you’re referring to when you tell him that he’s beekeeping age. He grins uncertainly at you.
“I’m…not sure if that’s a compliment or not, but I’ve always thought that beekeeping looks like a relaxing hobby! As long as you’re not allergic!”
Of course, you take a little pity on him and explain that it means he’s a hot older guy.
“Oh, are you referring to a DILF?”
Once you’re done spraying your coffee or whatever you were drinking everywhere, you demand to know where Toshinori heard that word and if he knows what it means. Let’s be real, Toshinori doesn’t run his own social media and doesn’t know squat about memes.
“Oh, a charming young lady walked up to me at a signing once and informed me I am what the young people call a DILF. Still can’t get anyone to tell me what it means! Slang these days! Ha!”
I dare you to try and get Toshinori to refer to himself as a DILF in front of Aizawa. Just for the hell of it.
Maijima Higari/Power Loader
Age: 41
Higari can’t catch a break. Not only is he very short and look a couple decades younger than he actually is, leading to a lot of unfortunate misunderstandings, now he has some whippersnapper calling telling him to go start a beehive.
He’s probably the only one on this list that actually knows what it means. I feel like because he’s so in line with cutting edge technology that he’s pretty on top of social media as well? He doesn’t seem like the type to lose step with the rest of the world when it comes to these things. So you don’t even have to explain what you mean when you tell him he’s beekeeping age.
“Buzz off.”
Sasaki Mirai/Sir Nighteye
Age: 38
At first Sir Nighteye thinks you’re making some kind of joke. He stares you down, looking rather menacing even while his mind is turning over the phrase ‘beekeeping age’, looking for the pun or the play on words. When he can’t find it, he finally has to admit defeat and ask you gravely:
“What does that mean?”
Sir Nighteye’s a little put out when you tell him it’s about good looking older men, because he doesn’t consider himself particularly old. Pacify him by telling him that he just gives off the dignified air of a mature man. He might scoff, but he’ll be somewhat more mollified.
“I suppose I can accept that as a compliment. Although I think you ought to come up with better jokes. That one didn’t even contain a pun.”
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Biker!Daryl Dixon x fem!Reader | No Outbreak AU
Warnings for this Chapter: none, really... some curse words, alcohol, Merle being Merle
Word Count: 1,4k
a/n: Since it's my birthday today, I thought why not give y'all a little gift and post two chapters of LITRM this week. 🤗
I'm a lil' insecure about this chapter, though... I hope you are going to like it! Also, we have small cameos of two well-known TWD characters, hehe. Oh, and Merle, of course.
《 M a s t e r l i s t 》
《 Chapter Three 》 《 Chapter Five 》

Chapter Four...
... in which Daryl takes on a destiny changing job and you desperately try to forget the stranger who had conquered your heart so surprisingly - without success?
It had been two months and two days since Daryl's motorcycle trip through America with the gang and three months and eight days since the night he had spent with you. Now he was back at work; things bouncing back to normalcy.
A grunt left his lips as he realised that his break was over. He took a last drag of his cigarette, before he let the stub fall to the ground; stubbing it out with the heel of his boot. Then the biker returned to his current workplace in the motorcycle shop his brother, Merle, owned.
He picked up where he left off, exchanging the bike's chain, as he suddenly saw Merle approaching him in the corner of his eyes. "Got a job for ya, baby brother," Merle came to stand beside him; a piece of paper dangling between his pointer finger and thumb. Daryl looked up at his brother. With a grunt, he stood from where he was squatting beside the vehicle and wiped his greasy hands on the light blue, baggy overall he wore. "A job, huh?" Daryl said; taking the piece of paper.
It was an offer from a few different motorcycle dealer, who wanted to sell some of their customised bikes. "You wan' me to check 'em out?" Merle nodded; crossing his arms over his chest. Daryl scoffed and shoved the piece of paper into his brother's chest. "Nah. Got better stuff ta do. Go check 'em out yourself or send T-Dog or someone else."
Merle laughed out loud at his little brother's words. "Ya really think I'd send someone like T-Dog? Lil' piece of shit can be glad that I'll still let 'im work here." "Then ya gotta go yerself," Daryl shrugged his shoulders and focused back on work.
Merle stood beside him for quite a few more moments in silence; just watching. At some point, it got on Daryl's nerves and he looked up at his older brother again; "Wha'?" noticing that he had a shit eating grin on his face. "Ohh, baby brother... You should really give this another think, ya know... 'Cause all of them dealers are in Montana - and from what I heard 'bout your last trip with your lil' friends, you had a lotta fun there, right?"
Daryl scoffed; already disliking this conversation. "Righ', fun."
It wasn't a lie. It was the truth and he couldn't deny it.
Merle's dirty grin widened. "So yer goin'?" Daryl grunted, but nodded; not having the nerves or want to continue this 'discussion'. "Fine. 'M goin'." The older Dixon laughed once again; "Thought ya couldn't resist." giving Daryl a rather harsh clap on the shoulder. "Hope yer havin' just as much fun this time, baby brother. Jus' make sure ya don't get too caught up, eh? I want dem bikes." The biker grumbled under his breath, while Merle walked away; amused by his brother's behaviour.

A few days later, Daryl was on the road again for his almost thirty hours ride to Montana with a stopover in Sioux City, Iowa, where he stayed the night in a motel and continued his journey very early in the morning - until he reached his (first) destination... Miles City. The moon had already replaced the sun, when he threw the keys to his motel room on the bed; angel-winged vest, sunglasses and helmet following. The biker was tired from all the driving and travelling, but he didn't feel like going to bed. Not yet.
He quickly paid the tiny bathroom a visit, before he searched his backpack for his beloved cap, grabbed his run-down wallet and the keys again. Then he made his way to the bar he held very good memories of... 'The Rowdy Raccoon'.
Being way closer to the establishment this time than a few months ago, he could walk and didn't have to drive - which was fortunate, in case he decided to have a few more beers or drinks.
The bar hadn't changed. It was still the same. Nice people, good music and excellent alcohol. Daryl immediately had a good feeling - just like last time. Like a déjà-vu.
His eyes scanned the area; not finding a single familiar face in the crowd, but he didn't care. He was here for the drinks, a round of pool and perhaps to find some company for the night. After getting himself the first beer of the evening, Daryl joined a group of three men, who had just made their way to the pool tables. They were open and friendly; letting him join the game, of course and welcoming him in their circle.
'Start Me Up' by The Rolling Stones was blaring from the old jukebox as Daryl's cue hit the white cue ball on the pool table.
He was definitely in for a long night. That much was clear.

You didn't know why you had decided to go in town this evening. Perhaps it was the urge to escape the same four walls around you and with that your mind - which had become more and more a trap for you the past days and weeks... Tess told you to get over it. Over him. And you tried. God knows you did, but you just couldn't. You felt utterly stupid for holding on to this, but your heart acted on its own will. One night was enough to make you a fool for man, who you barely knew and you'd most likely never see again.
You sighed; grimacing as you stopped at the bar.
I need a drink, you convinced yourself, but deep down you knew that you just went there because it reminded you of him. You weren't able to escape it. It was like an invisible string pulling you in. So, you did what you had already done nth times before... Stepping inside the 'rowdy Raccoon'.
The by now familiar smell of alcohol, cold smoke and a trillion different perfumes hit your nose. Without wasting another thought, you stepped directly over to the bar counter; sliding on one of the stools. "Hey, Y/N," the bartender greeted you with a smile. You became quite good friends over the last few months. "Hey, Magna." "Same as always?" You nodded. "Yeah, please." The woman with inked skin wiped her hands on a towel and immediately went to work.
"There you go, honey," Magna said; placing a glass in front of you. "One Whiskey Cola." "Thanks."
You did some small talk with Magna; trying to not get too lost in your own thoughts - and it worked. In your eyes, it was a success. A step in the right direction - but only mere minutes later, you got thrown off track once again; harder than ever before...
Returning from a visit to the restrooms, Magna placed a second glass of Whiskey Cola in front of you, causing you to frown. "Magna, I didn't-" "I know," the bartender interrupted you immediately. "But that guy over there insisted on buying you a drink. Guess you got a secret admirer." Magna winked; jutting her head into the direction of the pool tables. Still frowning, your eyes followed her gesture - and what you then saw made you question your sanity for a good minute...
Beside the left pool table stood none other than the man who had managed to turn your whole world upside down within a few hours; a cue in his right hand, a beer in the other. He was talking to some other dudes he was playing with - all of them unfamiliar to you and not his motorcycle gang. The signature angel-winged vest, chestnut brown curls and black baseball cap was unmistakable... It was Daryl.
"No fucking way..." You mumbled underneath your breath; still trying to grasp this. You were quite a bit afraid that you were drunk already or dreaming and therefore hallucinating - but when your eyes met those endless blue-grey orbs, you knew it was real. Your thundering heart inside of your chest was enough proof. The world seemed to stop turning around you. All you could see, was the handsome biker across from you - and the beautiful, cheeky little smirk playing around the corners of his mouth.
Like in a trance, you slipped off the bar stool; legs carrying you over to the man in leather and jeans.
"D-Daryl?" You breathed in disbelief, as your hand twitched beside your body; desperately resisting the urge to touch him and see if he was truly real.
The man kept on smirking softly; nodding at you. "Hey, cowgirl. Thought I was never gonna see ya again... 'N yet here we are."

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I just woke up from a what’s supposed to be a 20 minutes nap but became 3 hours nap after taking my meds today 😂 can barely open my eyes as I type this
Here’s something random Price HC for you to distract you, not proof read so if it has errors my bad:
Price cared for a small plot of plant at the furthest region of the base he was stationed in. It started with one stubborn patch of green which looked half-crushed by careless boots and was barely clinging to life. Price noticed it one morning during his usual patrol. He paused, crouched down, knees cracking and he’s groaning like an old man he is and studied the struggling little plant. “Tough little bugger,” he thinks.
For some reason, he came back afterwards and poured some water on the poor shrub, and then again the next day, and again on the next next day, watching as the plant loses its yellowing green and grow new sprouts.
He could hardly consider this “farming” or “gardening”, but slowly he started getting more stuff for this routine of his. Like a broken mug as a way to scoop the dirt or picking up a random stray’s dung and pat it into the ground as fertilizer.
The men sometimes caught him lingering by the plants, but no one questioned it. They just assumed their captain was doing some sort of “tactical assessment” of the terrain. If anyone noticed the occasional frost-free patch or the odd green shoot looking a little healthier than before, they chalked it up to luck or nature, when actually it has been the Captain who’s been taking care of the plants on that place.
I don’t know where this is going, but I just think it’s funny to imagine Price walking around and going, “wait, have I watered that bugger today” or like imagining him squatting and fussing about some random plants, talking to it like he’s talking to another soldier.
Something something him being tender to the things no one cares about something something…anyways!! Hope this is enough to distract bud, I’ve yet to catch on on you and Jack’s stuff which I will do later or tomorrow myehehe
Oh this is adorable Gomz !!! Love Price talking to a plant like he's talking to his soldiers. Lots of threats. A (gentle) pat on the leaves. He's so proud when the thing starts getting bigger and stronger. Tough bugger alright. Whenever John is annoyed by his superiors or by bureaucracy, he goes outside and takes care of that plant. Beats yelling at some wide-eyed recruits some days.
Maybe this unlocks something in his brain and he starts to enjoy gardening ?? Nik notices and buys him the required tools next time they're on break together. Price has a small house somewhere in England, with a small garden but he always kept it as practical as he could, nothing fancy. Now he's thinking of growing some plants, some veggies, maybe get his own food so Nik can cook him some homemade meal with homegrown vegetable.
It's a nice little hobby he grows to enjoy, takes his mind out of the job for a few hours and makes him spend some energy (which he always has too much of whenever he's not at work.). Nik loves to sit on a garden chair outside and watch him work while enjoying some tea. It's nice to see John take some time off.
#cod#nikprice#john price#TEEHEE THANK YOU GOMZ THIS WAS A GOOD IDEA#the deadly 3 hours long map !!!#hope you feel rested at least <3#thank you for the distraction !!! this was so sweet god#love Price taking care of a little plant no one gave a shit about#huhuh#almost ready to put a gun in its leaves#“I don't care if you're a plant I want you to go to fucking war”#he's ready to be turned into a househusband#Nik's long term plan btw#their retirement is gonna be wild#thank you again !! you're very sweet <3 Hope you had a good day !!!#nekro yapping
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George Clarke was not your average gym-goer. Sure, he showed up four times a week, right on schedule, but it wasn’t because he was obsessed with bulking up or shredding down. That was just a bonus, the gym was more of a sanctuary for George—a place where he could clear his mind, focus on something tangible, and take a break from the relentless cycle of creating content.
Life as a TikTok and Youtube star had its perks, of course. George loved the excitement, the creativity, and most of all, the connection he felt with his fans. But there was an intensity to it that sometimes left him feeling drained. That’s why he cherished his time at the gym. Here, among the rows of dumbbells and treadmills, he could just be George, a guy trying to stay in shape and enjoy his workouts.
He had his routine down to a science. Mondays were for chest and triceps, Tuesdays for back and biceps, Thursdays for legs, and Fridays for shoulders and abs. He’d plug in his earbuds, crank up his favourite playlist, and get to work. The repetition was comforting, and over time, he’d come to recognize the regulars the same faces appearing day after day, each of them absorbed in their own world.
One face, however, had started to catch his eye more than the others.
She was new, or at least new to George. He first noticed her one chilly November morning, about three months ago. She had wandered into the gym with an air of confidence that suggested she wasn’t a beginner, but George had never seen her before. Dressed in sleek black leggings and a simple tank top, her hair tied back in a high ponytail, she moved through her routine with a focus that George admired. She was strong, no doubt about that. He watched as she effortlessly hoisted weights feeling comfortable while doing so and was engrossed in her routine, not bothered about anyone else at the gym, just like George.
It wasn’t just her strength that caught George’s attention. It was her smile, which she offered to the staff at the front desk as she checked in each morning. It was the way she seemed to tune out the rest of the world when she was lifting or on the treadmill, completely immersed in the moment. It was the way she caught him looking once, their eyes meeting for a split second before she looked away, a faint blush colouring her cheeks.
George didn’t know her name. She didn’t seem to be on social media, or if she was, he hadn’t been able to find her. But there was something about her that intrigued him, a mystery that he wanted to solve. He started timing his workouts to coincide with hers, subtly shifting his schedule so that he’d be there when she was. He didn’t want to come off as creepy or overly interested, but he couldn’t help himself. He was drawn to her in a way he couldn’t quite explain.
It was a rainy Thursday afternoon when fate finally intervened. George had just finished his third set of squats and was about to move on to lunges when he noticed her struggling with the leg press machine. She had loaded the plates onto the machine but seemed to be having trouble with the lever that locked it into place.
Without thinking, George walked over. “Hey, do you need some help with that?”
She looked up, surprised, and George felt his heart skip a beat. Her eyes were a deep, warm brown, and up close, he could see the faint freckles that dotted her nose and cheeks. She was even more beautiful than he had realised, George often joked he was incapable of speaking to women and he could feel his heart thumping as the adrenaline flowed through him.
“Um, yeah, actually,” she said, her voice soft but steady. “I think this thing is stuck.”
George leaned down and gave the lever a firm tug. It clicked into place easily, and he stepped back with a grin. “There you go. All set.”
She smiled, a little sheepishly. “Thanks. I’m usually fine with this stuff, but today it just wasn’t cooperating.”
“No problem,” George said. He was about to walk away when she spoke again.
“I’m Emily, by the way.”
He turned back, surprised. “George,” he said, holding out his hand.
She took it, and for a brief moment, George felt a spark of something more than just a handshake. “Nice to meet you, George,” Emily said, her smile widening.
“Likewise,” George replied, feeling a little awkward but thrilled all the same. “Do you come here often?” He then mentally kicked himself for asking such a stupid question.
Emily chuckled. “Sounds like a line, but yes, I try to come most days. You?”
“Yeah, same here. It’s kind of my escape, you know?”
“I totally get that,” she said, her expression softening. “I work in marketing, and sometimes I just need to get out of my head. The gym helps.”
“Same,” George said, though he didn’t elaborate on his career. Most people either knew who he was or they didn’t, and he found it refreshing when they didn’t.
They talked a bit longer, mostly about their favourite workouts and the best times to hit the gym when it wasn’t crowded. It was a light, easy conversation, and when they finally parted ways, George felt a warmth in his chest that had nothing to do with his workout.
Over the next few weeks, George and Emily started to see more of each other at the gym. They’d exchange smiles or brief conversations between sets, and gradually, those moments turned into longer chats. George learned that Emily had moved to the city a few months ago for a new job, which explained why he hadn’t seen her before. She was originally from a small town up north, and she missed the quiet but was enjoying the excitement of the city.
“I didn’t know anyone here at first,” Emily confessed one day as they were cooling down after a workout. “But the gym kind of became my place, you know? It’s nice to see familiar faces, even if we don’t always talk.”
George nodded, understanding exactly what she meant. “Yeah, I felt the same way when I first moved here. The gym was where I found my rhythm. Plus my housemates are idiots so it's good to get away,” he joked.
They started meeting up outside the gym, too. It started innocently enough coffee after a workout, a smoothie on the way home. But soon, George found himself looking forward to those moments with Emily as much as he did his actual workouts. She was easy to talk to, funny, and grounded in a way that George found incredibly appealing.
And she didn’t seem to know who he was.
This was perhaps the most surprising thing of all. George was so used to being recognized everywhere he went, his online persona preceding him. But Emily seemed blissfully unaware of his TikTok fame. She treated him like just another guy, a guy she was getting to know, not a social media star.
It was a breath of fresh air.
It was a crisp winter evening when things began to change. George and Emily had just finished a particularly grueling workout as George was now training for a race for charity and were walking out of the gym together, their breath forming small clouds in the cold air.
“Want to grab dinner?” George asked, trying to keep his tone casual. “There’s this great Thai place just down the street.”
Emily hesitated for a moment, and George felt his heart drop. But then she smiled. “Sure, that sounds great.”
Dinner was wonderful, full of laughter and easy conversation. George found himself opening up to Emily in a way he hadn’t with anyone in a long time. He told her about his life, his family, and his love for creating content, though he still didn’t mention the extent of his online presence. Emily talked about her work, her friends back home, and her dreams of traveling the world someday.
As they walked back to their cars, George felt a nervous flutter in his stomach. This wasn’t just a casual friendship anymore—at least, not for him. He was falling for her, hard and fast, and he didn’t know what to do about it.
“So, Emily,” he began, his voice a little shaky. “There’s something I need to tell you.”
Emily looked up at him, her expression curious. “What is it?”
George took a deep breath. “I—well, I’ve really enjoyed getting to know you these past few weeks. And I guess what I’m trying to say is, I think I’m starting to like you. A lot.” There was a pause, and for a moment, George’s heart pounded so loudly in his ears that he thought she might hear it. But then Emily smiled, and George felt a wave of relief.
“I like you too, George,” she said softly. “I was hoping you’d say something, because I’ve been feeling the same way.”
George couldn’t help the grin that spread across his face. “Really? That’s—that’s amazing.”
“But,” Emily continued, a hint of uncertainty in her voice, “there’s something I should tell you too.”
George’s smile faltered. “What is it?”
Emily took a deep breath, just as he had done moments before. “I know who you are, George. I’ve known for a while now. My friends sent me your TikToks ages ago, and I recognized you the first day I saw you at the gym.”
George was stunned into silence. “You—you knew?”
Emily nodded, her eyes searching his for a reaction. “I didn’t say anything because, honestly, I just wanted to get to know you as you. Not as ‘George Clarkeey, the guy on TikTok.’ And I’m glad I did, because the George I’ve gotten to know is incredible.”
George felt a rush of emotions—relief, happiness, and something else, something deeper. He reached out and took Emily’s hand, squeezing it gently.
“Thank you for that, Emily. It means more to me than you know. I wanted to be just me around you too, not the guy everyone sees online.”
"I think I would have been drawn to you anyway, famous or not because no one can resist you doing a squat," Emily giggled.
They stood there for a moment, the world around them fading away as they looked at each other. It felt like the start of something real, something that went beyond the likes and comments of the digital world. George had found someone who saw him for who he truly was, and that was worth more than all the fame in the world.
The days that followed were a blur of excitement for George. His relationship with Emily grew stronger with each passing day. They started spending more time together, not just at the gym but outside of it too. They explored the city, tried out new restaurants, and even spent quiet evenings at George’s place, where they could just be themselves.
For the first time in a long time, George felt truly content. He still loved making content and connecting with his fans, but now he had something—or rather, someone—who made his offline life just as fulfilling. Emily was becoming his confidante, his support system, and more importantly, his partner.
One evening, as they were watching a movie on George’s couch, Emily turned to him, a playful smile on her lips. “So, when do I get to make a cameo in one of your TikToks?”
George laughed, wrapping his arm around her shoulders. “Whenever you want. But only if you’re sure you’re ready for the spotlight.”
“I think I can handle it,” she teased, snuggling closer to him. “But no pressure. I’m happy just being part of your real life.”
George kissed the top of her head, feeling a warmth spread through him. “You’re already the best part of it.”
And as they sat there, wrapped up in each other, George realized just how lucky he was. He had found something rare and beautiful—something that made all the hard work, all the late nights and early mornings, completely worth it.
He had found love, not in the flashy world of social media, but in the quiet, unassuming moments of real life. And he knew that, no matter what the future held, he and Emily would face it together, one set at a time.
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One Night in Bangkok

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“Wanna go out?”
Saxon looked up from his cell phone in disbelief. „Huh?“ He definitely must have misheard.
Lochy leaned at the door, his hands in his pockets. “We didn't have time to see Bangkok on the way here.”
“What??” His pulse shot up in milliseconds. “How can you want to go out after everything that's happened? Dad is going to prison!”
Lochy shrugged his shoulders. “He could stay here, in Thailand.”
This was – “Loch, we've lost everything! I have lost everything!”
Lochy shrugged his shoulders again as if none of this were a problem. “Then what's the point of squatting here in the room? Maybe it'll take your mind off it.”
“Take your mind off it???” Saxon grimaced in complete disbelief. “What is wrong with you?”
As so often, his little brother just looked at him out of his big doe eyes. But something in his gaze was different than usual. “You know, I almost died today.”
Okay, now Lochy was apparently completely out of his mind. When was this supposed to have happened?
“I made myself a protein shake,” his brother continued calmly and unperturbed. “Apparently it still had some of the coconut milk in it, which was bad, you know. I vomited, passed out... Dad said he held me for minutes and thought I was dead.”
The naivety of his little brother was sometimes unbelievable. “You don't die from bad coconut milk!”
Lochy shrugged again. “Maybe in combination with the protein stuff...”
Saxon shook his head in frustration about Lochy, but said nothing more. Because something in him was triggered by this conversation, this thought of his little brother in danger, that made him afraid. Even terrified him.
Their dad appeared behind Lochy in the doorway. “Do me a favor and go outside for a bit. We can’t… ”
Had they all gone mad now? “Dad, I can't go out now! Do you think I can just have fun and pretend nothing's wrong?”
His dad sighed. “There's no point sitting here in the hotel room. You need to eat and I think your brother could do with a bit of company.” He looked briefly but worriedly at Lochy, which confused Saxon even more. “Come on… Please. Go get something nice to eat.”
Saxon rolled his eyes, they were all crazy here! Their world was coming to an end and they should go out for a nice meal! “Fine!” He threw his cell phone on the bed. Fuck it! If nobody cared then everything really didn't matter at all.
***
Lochy was somehow more eager than usual. He seemed to have a goal. While Saxon would have just gone to the nearest restaurant, Lochy seemed to want to go somewhere.
Saxon walked dully after him. His head was either too full or too empty to make any decisions. But he had to admit, the more they got into busy areas, the more the hustle and bustle captivated him. All the people, all the colourful lights, the still foreign-sounding music coming from all the stores, the spicy smells of the food on the street, the sultry air... It washed over his brain cells and made him drift. Every now and then Lochy turned to look at him, his glare widening each time, losing the sadness, beginning to glow instead, and Saxon wondered why some things were the way they were and not otherwise.
And then they were apparently there, walking into a blinking bar and only when they sat down on a soft, plush sofa and it glittered all around them, from decorations to people, did Saxon realize where Lochy had dragged him.
“A gay bar?” he asked snidely. But Lochy didn't seem to mind the snideness, he just beamed at his brother. “Martinis?”
“Well, anything but a pina colada,” he answered dryly.
Lochy laughed with joy and Saxon wished he was Lochy at that moment. You really had to be naïve enough not to care about what was happening to their family. And while Lochy ordered the martinis, shy and bold at the same time, and looked around the bar curiously and enthusiastically, just looking so happy, Saxon could only stare at him.
Lochy returned the gaze. “I think that's what people mean about near-death experiences. Afterwards, you kind of feel like you've been reborn.”
His little brother was truly incorrigible. “And that near-death experience also told you that you were gay now?”
Lochy shrugged his shoulders. “I don't know... But maybe I'll find out.”
Just at that moment, a scantily clad waiter in hot pants and a tank top and a mega toned body brought the drinks. He winked at Lochy with an “Enjoy, huns” and when Saxon saw Lochy's proud grin because of that, there was a feeling deep inside him again... It couldn't be jealousy, so maybe it was something like envy? Envy of being as carefree and free as Lochy?
“Ey, dude...You can't be serious!” It was meant to sound derogatory, but secretly Saxon was actually glad that there was an impressed tone to it. He knew that his brother needed more affection. Otherwise, perhaps certain things wouldn’t have happened... Lochy grinned mischievously, “Why not?” and held out his martini glass for him to clink glasses.
His shy little brother, happy in a gay bar.
It was all crazy shit here, Saxon couldn't help but laugh and clinked glasses with Lochy.
The bar was jam-packed with good-looking, well-trained guys and Saxon realized how this somehow unsettled him. He just wasn't used to it. He had always been the best-looking guy in the room. It was laughable that it intimidated him somehow now, but that was probably also simply due to the fact that he had just lost his entire life. If he didn't even stand out with his appearance now, what else did he have in his life? He looked at Lochy. A half-naked guy was leaning down and whispering something in his ear that made Lochy giggle. Lochy, 18, who had his whole life ahead of him. It had to be envy.
Another half-naked guy slid onto the sofa next to Saxon. Why did they all have to walk around here half-naked? “Hey, handsome,” the stranger whispered in his ear, his arm on Saxon's shoulder, his hand in Saxon's hair and Saxon was almost about to jump up. But somehow he was too tired for that, so he just raised his hands defensively instead. “Sorry, not interested, I'm just here for my brother.”
The stranger smirked. “Your brother?”
Saxon was unnerved, “What's there to smirk about?”
The stranger shrugged his shoulders. “Because you only seem to have eyes for your brother.”
Saxon took a deep breath. “Unfortunately, since there are no half-naked women here and I'm not into men, there's just not much to look at.”
The stranger nodded, but it was the nod of someone who doesn't believe you.
Saxon had to close his eyes for a second. Where was his defense? But it was all too much somehow. Could he be blamed? When he opened his eyes again, the stranger was looking at him sympathetically. He felt a thumb gently stroking the back of his neck.
“The world is going down the drain and people get upset when people love each other.... It's not really a problem, you know. Especially not here.”
He knew he should have told him how he felt about that bullshit insinuation, but for a second Saxon just wanted to let himself fall. Just let himself fall. With his thumb on the back of his neck. He was so tired. From everything.
The stranger rummaged in the pockets of his tight hot pants and a moment later held a small pill in front of Saxon’s mouth. “Here, love. You need it.”
It didn't matter now, did it? Everything was so irrelevant.
So he simply took the pill.
He saw the stranger offer Lochy and his guy pills too, they both laughed, popped them in each other's mouths and then kissed. His little brother Lochy was kissing some guy he didn’t know and Saxon was watching.
He was the most pathetic and sickest asshole there was.
The pill kicked in very quickly, but Saxon had the feeling it didn't seem as strong as the time before. Maybe it was because he hadn't been drinking as much alcohol. But to be honest, he didn't even know what he had taken. So much for it not mattering.
He simply leaned back into the sofa, not caring in the slightest that the stranger had put his arm around him and rested his head on his shoulders. They lay there like a couple in front of the TV and looked over at Lochy, having fun.
Lochy laughing with the guy, making out with him and looking at Saxon from time to time, happy and proud somehow.
It was impossible to put into words how Saxon felt. But since he didn't care, he didn't even try. The drugs and the stranger at his side did the rest. In his head, feelings of longing for closeness, warmth, security, safety, for a strong bond mixed with the images of Lochy kissing him, running his fingers through his hair, jerking him off. And he just let it go.
Saxon didn't know how much time had passed, but eventually Lochy crawled over to him and whispered in his ear. “Let's go.”
Saxon frowned. “What? Why? The guy thinks you're hot! Go for it, man! Don't mind me. My brain is fried anyway.”
Lochy tilted his head and grinned so warmly at him that he could almost have started crying. Closeness, safety.
The stranger next to Saxon beckoned Lochy over. He heard him say something like “Need a room?” or something similar and somehow Saxon was even happy for Lochy that he was going to get laid by this guy after all. At least one of their family should be happy. Even if only in some dirty hole in Bangkok.
They exchanged keys and money and then Lochy suddenly held out his hand to Saxon. “Come.”
Saxon grimaced questioningly. “No! You and this hot guy...”
Lochy smiled at him again. “I think you need a bed. Come on.”
Saxon sighed. Apparently he was more over it than he thought. And where was Lochy's guy even? And where was his guy?
Lochy heaved him up, then somehow out of the bar, into the hallway, up the stairs. When Lochy unlocked the door, he started laughing out loud, the room was just a rickety bed, the bed as big as the room, the room as big as the bed. A big fan on the ceiling. That was it.
It looked run-down and Saxon was amazed that he felt no aversion to it. It kind of suited him, didn't it? As run-down as he was.
Lochy gently pushed him onto the bed and closed the door behind them. “Well, that's a contrasting program, isn't it? We can practice for our new life.”
Saxon groaned. Why did Lochy have no problems with this at all?
Lochy lay down next to him and looked at Saxon, caring. “You ok?”
Damn Lochy… No. “Why aren't you with the guy? I... I don't mind if you're gay. You're still my little brother, ok?”
“Well, if I am, then I'm probably more bisexual...” And since when did his brother defend himself?
“And secondly, I'd rather have kissed someone else...”
Saxon swallowed. The fan on the ceiling squeaked and shook. None of it mattered. The world was going down. So he hesitantly asked, “Do you want to do it again?”
Lochy looked at him, closeness, safety, security and uncertainty, love, then nodded slowly and leaned toward Saxon.
Saxon held his breath.
None of it mattered.
Then their lips met.
It was just like the first time. Electrifying. It was painful to admit, but it had so much more meaning than any kiss before. He felt like he could let himself go for the first time in his life. Just let go. And he let himself fall.
Like the first time, Lochy was incredibly bold and as weird as it might seem, Saxon just gave himself to him. Lochy kissed him, his tongue meeting his, and Saxon responded because that was what he wanted to do. He liked the battle, he liked Lochy’s boyish eagerness. He didn't know how long they kissed, but soon he felt Lochy's fingertips gliding over his body, he felt Lochy's lips on his neck, on his skin, he just let it happen. Everything.
He had a major hard-on, he didn't mind. He enjoyed Lochy's closeness, his love for him, Lochy's hand on his cock and Lochy's hard-on brushing against his leg.
“Turn around,” Lochy said softly at one point.
Saxon gasped, startled and aroused. “No!” That was going too far! How could Lochy seriously... He only hoped Lochy hadn't realized how much the thought had aroused him.
But Lochy apparently had noticed the arousal, because he smiled at him and ignored the protest. His lips close to his ear, whispering, “Think about how it will make you feel… My tongue...” Fuck! Saxon moaned, he couldn't help it. And Lochy almost giggled, smiled. “Come on, I know you'll love it, Sax...” That fucking doe look.
Saxon closed his eyes. He had always been afraid. He had given himself so much tits and pussy 24/7 that he couldn’t even have thought about anything else. For his sake, everyone should do as they pleased, but not him, Saxon.
Lochy was nestling his neck, while his hand was pumping Saxon’s cock. “Please, Sax, let me try it, let me please you, let me love you. You know, I'll make it good for you. I know it. And you know it, too, right? Just this once.”
Just this once, because the world was coming to an end anyway. With little protest left Saxon rolled over onto his stomach and Lochy thanked him with kisses, on his shoulders, down his spine, lower and lower, ever lower. Just this once! Saxon closed his eyes, his pelvis ready to rise up to meet. He felt Lochy's hands on his butt cheeks, felt his butt cheeks being pulled apart and he groaned loudly as he felt Lochy's warm, wet tongue at his entrance. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! He clawed his fingers into the sheet and moaned again and again as Lochy licked and tongued him, after some time additionally taking his thumb and massaging him, pushing slightly over the threshold and again Saxon almost panicked at what might come next. Not that too. But it all felt so good, why did it have to feel so fucking good?
“Just this once, it's between us,” Lochy whispered to him.
Just this once, just trying it out, and honestly, they'd gone so far now, it didn't make any difference after all, did it?
Lochy gently said “turn around” again and this time Saxon turned around without hesitation. Which wasn't to say he wasn't scared, he was panicking. It was ridiculous, he was ridiculous. What had become of him?
Lochy was above him, smiling at him, calming him down. “We don't have to go all the way... Just far enough for you to feel things you've never felt before.”
Saxon nodded slowly and relaxed as Lochy covered his upper body with kisses, this time moving further and further down his front. Towards his throbbing cock.
Lochy laughed nervously. “I hope I'm doing it right. This is different from a handjob...”
Saxon laugh hoarsely, too. But before he could even think about how incredibly pure and innocent Lochy was, Lochy had already his cock in his mouth and was sucking on it with such abandon that Saxon could only groan out loud. He was going to rot in hell, if that wasn't already clear.
“How much fucking porn did you watch to be this good?” he gasped in honest awe and he could see how proud Lochy was that he could satisfy his big brother so skillfully.
But if Saxon thought that was it for Lochy's boldness and wickedness, he was wrong. He saw Lochy briefly let go of his cock to wet his index and middle fingers, to then boldly shoving them between Saxon's ass cheeks. And this time the threshold was definitely crossed.
Fuck!
It also didn't take long for Lochy to find that spot that made Saxon feel things he'd never felt before and it made his body tremble, writhing with ecstasy. That feeling added to Lochy's hot, wet and way too skilled mouth around his cock, it was just too much.
“Lochy...!”
He wouldn't be able to hold back much longer. He wanted to warn him.
“Loch-...”
But somehow it had been clear that Lochy wanted to try what it was like.
Saxon came, came in Lochy's mouth, Lochy swallowed, coughed and laughed while Saxon struggled for breath and seeing his brother that happy it already hurt his soul that he wouldn't be able to love Lochy the way he deserved.
Lochy, his adorable little brother.
He needed to love him at least tonight.
Still laughing, Lochy dropped onto the bed and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
Saxon turned to him, “Come here.”
Lochy crawled closer to him, they looked into each other's eyes, safety and love, and Saxon cupped Lochy's hard cock with his hand. A small, pleasurable stretch in response, his nose wrinkling in pleasure, that was all it took to make Saxon's heart grow even heavier. He placed his other hand on Lochy's cheek as he slowly began to pump him. “You did good, Lochy.” “Yeah?” Lochy smiled proudly at him. “Yes, you did very good.” Saxon ran his finger over Lochy's cheek, stroking it before sliding his thumb between Lochy's lips. “You made me come so hard. You are a very good boy, Lochy,” Lochy moaned and began to suck Saxon's thumb while humping in Saxon's hand. What a sight! Saxon thought about how Lochy would make so many gays happy, his little pure brother, a cute little puppy and a horny twink, and then Lochy's body already shook, Lochy's head snapped back with a gasp and Saxon felt Lochy's warm, sticky cum on his hand.
He resisted the impulse to kiss Lochy.
It was already enough that he had brought Lochy to orgasm. That was now a fact.
But the bigger problem was that he wanted to do it again. In every conceivable way.
Lochy laid his head against Saxon's chest and Saxon put his arm around Lochy, softly stroking his hair. Lochy's pulse slowly calmed, his breathing became more even and a short time later he fell asleep.
And Saxon wasn't sure if he would ever be able to sleep again with all the thoughts running through his head.
***
Saxon had slept, but really badly.
When he saw Lochy sleeping next to him, so peaceful and innocent, Saxon had to close his eyes for a moment, he felt extremely dizzy. What the fuck had they done? Again!
He got out of bed, went into the 1 square 1 meter bathroom and washed Lochy's dried cum off his hand.
He felt sick again, he had the urge to vomit again. But he now knew why. It wasn’t Lochy, he wasn’t disgusted by Lochy. It was the fear of what it would mean. And the knowing that there was no solution to it. What was to happen now? How the hell was everything supposed to go on now?
He washed his face, but the lukewarm water didn't cool him down and certainly didn't solve anything.
When he stood in front of the bed again, Lochy looked at him out of sleepy eyes, mumbling a soft “Morning”. His brother was cute, that could be said objectively. Still...
Saxon sighed, “Lochy, yesterday… We can't-”
But Lochy interrupted him directly, “We said, it was one night only, right?”
Saxon nodded, too astonished to say anything about this prompt and strict statement. “Yeah... right.” Just this once. “So... we are good?”
Lochy pushed aside the sheet to crawl out of bed. “Yeah, sure.”
Naked as he was, he squeezed past Saxon into the bathroom. Saxon looked after him before Lochy let the door fall shut.
Okay.
Saxon tried to gather his thoughts as his clothes. He hadn't expected Lochy to react so indifferently. Maybe there was something to the near-death experience after all and he had changed somehow.
But then everything was fine.
Wasn’t it?
***
A short time later, they stepped out onto the street.
Lochy squinted into the sun, “Oh God, way too bright!”
A good-looking guy came towards them, winked at Saxon and turned to look at him again as he passed.
Lochy laughed and pulled on his sunglasses. “You've got a whole new set of options now. Loads of possibilities.”
Saxon laughed too and ruffled Lochy's hair.
What the hell had happened?
He realized that somehow Lochy had pleased him in more than one way.
He had shown him a new side of himself.
And he had shown him... love.
Saxon didn’t know what was going to happen.
In every way it would be a new beginning.
It wouldn’t be bright, it wouldn’t be easy.
But who knows: maybe he would manage to combine both love and sex.
*
#saxloch#saxon x lochlan#white lotus season 3#the white lotus s3#post canon#the night after they left the island
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First Bath togeather (ZoLu X Reader)
Plot: Your first bath with Zoro and Luffy gets you to open up about your past a bit.
Warning: Old self harm scars, fluff, nudity but no Smut and bad language.
Inspired by Night Routine. Reader is GN, Zoro X Luffy X Reader, established relationship, poly relationship.

Stepping into the warm bubble filled water a sigh of relaxation leaves your lips, its not normal for you to take a bath before everyone else but while you were working you tripped and dropped some of your stuff onto the floor making a big mess. Luckily you weren't hurt but you did get covered in stuff and after cleaning up your mess you decided to take a bath early as not to feel gross. After a while of relaxing you started cleaning your body with soap which you take out of a small case, you use different soap from everyone since you use a lot of creams and moisturizers for all your scars. Some are form fighting but the ones you worry about the most are the old scars on your stomach and thighs, they look very different to the rest of your scars since they scatter across your skin, some in thin lines while others are raised and thick. You regret doing them but at the time it was the only thing to take away the feelings you had, well at least for a little while, the only person on the crew who knows about them is Chopper who has more than helped out with suggestions on creams and message techniques to lessen the appearance. The creams and moisturizer you use everyday stay in a basket that you keep locked away in your locker in the locker room but now its currently on the side of the large bathtub waiting for you to pick which one to use first.
Luffy had been trying to find you for a while now but you were no where to be found, the last spot to check was the crows nest where he knew Zoro would be, it's not your normal day to work out with the Swordsman but you have worked out with him on your off days before so maybe today was one of those days. Climbing up the ladder and popping open the hatch the captain enters the large round room with sofa's around the walls and work out equipment littering the floor. Zoro was listing one of his many weights while doing squats his eyes focused on the window across from him while Usopp was working in the corner of the room putting some wooden panels back into place. "Captain? You need something?" Zoro asks seeing Luffy enter the room with a concerned yet kinda annoyed face, the captain turns his attention to his first mate and walks over to him with a sigh "I can't find Y/N anywhere" The captain groans earning a chuckle from the swordsman who puts his weights down and wipes his face with a towel, before he can answer Usopp raises his head from his work to look over at the two "Oh they went for a bath after spilling some stuff" The sniper sighs going back to his work as a big smile forms on Luffy's face. Your normally the last to get a bath since you work late into the night so maybe this was his chance to finally have a bath with you and Zoro.
Zoro knew exactly what his captain was thinking so deiced to do the rest of his workout later, throwing his towel to the side the swordsman puts his arm around Luffy's shoulders and leans into him "Want to take a bath?" Zoro smirks seeing his captains face light up and nod before dragging the swordsman to the hatch and down the ladder "Luffy slow down" Zoro laughs once down on the deck of the sunny only to earn a slight pout from his captain before being dragged to the ladder heading up to the bath area. Hearing all the commotion Chopper is woken up form his nap and steps out of his office to see Luffy laughing while pulling Zoro behind him, wiping his still tired eyes the doctor steps a little closer to them "What's going on?" The reindeer asks earning the attention of the two who stop in their tracks, Luffy rubs the back of his head realizing he must have woken the doctor up but keeps the smile on his face. "We're gonna take a bath with Y/N... there's nothing to worry about" Zoro's smile drops seeing Choppers eyes widen in panic and run over to the two "I-I don't think thats a good idea... d-did you ask them?" Luffy tilts his head to the side wondering why his crew mate is panicking over this "its just a bath, plus they work late, so we never get to do this with them" The smile on the captains face returns while slightly bouncing on his tip toes eager to spend time with you and Zoro.
Zoro sighs and puts his arm around Luffy's shoulder giving the reindeer a reassuring look "If they don't want us in their then thats fine but i'm sure it'll be ok" Chopper looks down while rubbing his arm, he wanted to stop them but Zoro was right, if you tell them no then they will both respect you and walk away even if their upset over it. The doctor also didn't want to let slip about the real reason why you don't bath with them or take late night baths so kept his mouth shut and nodded letting the two head off. Zoro through stops for a second watching his captain climb up before looking at Chopper, he could sense the reindeer's unease so places a hand on his head getting the doctor to look up form his feet "Is something wrong?" The swordsman asks hoping to get an answer but instead Chopper shakes his head and backs up "I-its nothing" The doctor suddenly runs off back to his office making Zoro sigh "Zoro, hurry up" Luffy calls out from the top now in the bathroom and heading to the locker room next to the bath area in order to get undressed. With a small smile Zoro heads up following his captain in getting everything he needed and wrapping a towel around his waist before heading to the bath area.
Grabbing a pot of scar cream form the basket you sit on the edge of the bath with your back to the door applying the cream to the scars littering your stomach and massaging them in. With a sigh you look them over noticing two of them are puffy and red, probably form where your waist band has been rubbing against them, if it doesn't get better your gonna have to apply plasters or bandages again which sucks since you haven't had to do that in a while. Grabbing some more cream you apply it to your inner thighs before closing the lid and placing it on the side, rubbing the cream in you suddenly feel someone behind you but before you can turn around or cover yourself a voice yells out along with a pair of arms wrapping around your shoulders "Y/N, can we join you?" Luffy asks only for you to push him away and sink into the water, placing a hand over your heart and turning you glare at your captain clearly showing your anger "You scared me half to death" You yell seeing that Zoro had also joined his captain both with towels around their waists and the swordsman's hand around Luffy's waist seeming to have caught him before the captain slipped and hit the floor. "I told you not to do it" Zoro sighs looking down at Luffy who puffs out his cheeks a bit at his first mate before turning to you and rubbing the back of his head "Sorry Y/N... i didn't mean to scare you but i really want to take a bath with you and Zo... is that ok?"
A sigh leaves your lips not sure if you should say yes or no, Your gonna have to reapply the cream on your legs now since it hasn't had time to settle in before you hit the water. You didn't want them to think different of you or act different around you like most people do when they find out but on the other hand you hate keeping things form them. "Fine but" You hold up your finger as Luffy smiles wide about to jump in until Zoro grabs him and holds the captain back, the swordsman raises an eyebrow at you wondering why there has to be a but. "I have a strict routine when it comes to my scars and skin care so don't rush me to get out if you get board and no touching my creams" Putting your finger down you watch the two nod their heads before taking off their towels and getting into the bath. You sit back on the edge of the bath to go back to what you were doing, as much as you didn't want them to see your self harm scars you knew that you would forget to do the ones on your inner thigh if you changed up your routine plus you didn't mind being naked around the two since you know they won't do anything. Zoro gets in next to you and places a warm towel over his hair while leaning back into the bath letting the warm water soak into his skin. Luffy gets in on your other side feeling a little deflated because of the water, but he was happy to be with the two of you, resting his arms on the edge of the bath he sighs in content before laying his head on his arms and looking you over.
Your body was littered with all kinda of scars from fighting but there were some he's never seen before, your stomach and thighs where always covered even when in a bathing suite you would wear some kind of pants or skirt to cover those areas. He tried not to stare, he really did, but he couldn't look away as your moved to your outer thigh rubbing the cream into the clean thin scars, it confused him a bit since they were so different to your other scars. Zoro soon opened eyes again and turned to look up at you, the concentration on your face always made you look more amazing in his eyes, reaching his hand out the swordsman rubs your lower back with a smile feeling slight goosebumps raise where his hand is and a small smile appearing on your face. Before moving onto your other thigh you lean down and place a kiss on Zoro's lips as his hand runs across your lower back "Gods your amazing" The swordsman whispers making you blush with a smile, it always warms your heart to hear those words from the two you love "So are you" You whisper back placing another kiss on his lips before sitting up, turning to Luffy you notice his face looking at your stomach so you take his chin and lift his head up to look at your face before leaning closer "It's not polite to stare, Captain" You smile hoping to take his mind off what ever he was thinking, it seemed to work since Luffy smiles a little and leans up to meet your lips, his hand runs up your leg but you stop it before it reaches your thigh.
The captain pulls away a bit to raise an eyebrow at you but you move your hand to his cheek and run your thumb over his cheek bone. "It needs time to set before i wash it off... i don't want it getting wet" You whisper leaning in for another kiss. The Swordsman hasn't had a look at the rest of your body, to stunned by your face and wet hair but now his curiosity was peeked, so he let his eyes wonder until they stopped at your stomach, his bit his tongue as he looked down to your thighs knowing those type of scars too well. He never did it himself, but he knew people that did, he could tell they were old but there were two on your stomach that had him concerned that you were still doing it or had recently started up again. Pulling away Luffy notices Zoro's clenched jaw and fixed eyes a pit forms in his stomach knowing that his swordsman isn't happy about something so his eyes travel to where Zoro is looking and spots the two angry, red and raised scars in your stomach. "Does it hurt?" Luffy asks snapping you out of your loving gaze over your captain to look down at yourself, Luffy's fingers lightly touching the two puffy scars being careful not to hurt you "N-No" you stutter only to feel Zoro's hand grip your waist, you could tell he was angry just by the feeling, with a gulp you turn to look at the swordsman who's angry yet sad eyes meet yours. "Their old love... very old" you try and reassure the man and place a hand on his cheek, you could tell he knew what they were, it scared you that he might think different of you. "It looks fresh to me" Zoro's eyes burn into yours, not happy that you would do this to yourself, Luffy looks over at Zoro then to you not understanding what is going on, you get cuts and bruises all the time, either form your work or from fighting, so he didn't see the big deal.
With a sigh you cup Zoro's face and place your forehead against his "I don't do that anymore, it was a long time ago, its red and angry because it's been rubbing on my waist band thats all" You sigh hoping he believes you, his hand on your waist eases a bit no longer gripping it hard as he looks into your eyes, trying to find any kind of deceit in them. Luffy looks the both of you over his mind working to figure out what you both were talking about until it hit him, he felt upset, but he believed you weren't doing it anymore, the only thing he could think of was why? Your kind, smart and amazing so why would you do that to yourself? The captain leans over and lightly kisses the scars on your stomach causing you to gasp and jump slightly "Luffy?" you ask placing a hand on his back as the captain kisses over every scar until he gets to you thighs where he stops remembering what you said about letting the cream set in "Can i?" The captain looks up at you with those dam puppy dog eyes you can't say no too so you nod your head seeing a big smile appear on his face as he goes back to kissing your scars. Zoro lets out a chuckle and pulls your hand from his face before leaning up and kissing your cheek "I'm sorry i got mad... i believe you" relief washes over you at his words making you feel a lot calmer, Zoro's fingers lightly run over your stomach avoiding the two angry scars. He can't understand why you would do this to yourself, but he didn't want to ask in case he upsets you.
Luffy raises his head form your leg and grabs your arm to pull you into the water with them, you don't offer up any resistance as he pulls you down and wraps his arms around your waist. Usually people treat you like a fragile flower after they find out about your scars but Luffy didn't he pulled you down the same way he always does and when he wraps his arms around your waist he squeezes a bit while he gets comfy. With a smile you place your hand on his cheek to guide his head to lay on your shoulder. "Why? You're amazing so... why?" Luffy asks, It may have been a long time ago, but he can't imagine you being any less than amazing. Zoro moves closer putting his arm around your shoulder, his fingers stroking Luffy's hair while his hand runs up and down your leg soon being met by Luffy's hand who interlocks his fingers with the swordsman's. "You don't have to talk about it if you don't want too" The swordsman places a kiss on your temple not wanting to force you into anything but you might as well tell them now that they know. "It's ok... i don't talk about it because people always treat me different after knowing so.." You sigh hoping they won't do the same but so far they haven't held you like your breakable or talked to you like a child so it gives you confidence that they won't change. You told them everything you could and why you did it, it hurt to talk about but Luffy's arms didn't loosen like so many others did and Zoro never pulled away instead he would place firm kisses on your head, neither one of them looked at you in shock or sadness.
They just listened and when it was all over Luffy smiled up at you squeezing you a little tighter "Your more than amazing Y/N, your incredible." It shocked you a little since your so used to the, I'm so sorry or I'm here if you need me. Those words are comforting but Luffy's words warm your heart more than any other words, you can't help but smile back and move some wet hair out of his face as Zoro moves his head into your neck "There's no need to worry, we're not going to treat you any different" The swordsman smiles into your neck before kissing it, your shoulders relaxing to the feeling of his lips. "Thank you" You whisper reaching a hand up to touch his cheek only for the swordsman to take your hand in his and kiss your hand making his way up to your lips, you can't help but blush at his touch. Luffy watches with a big smile, he loves seeing you or Zoro blush, so he'll have to keep in mind that what the swordsman is doing makes you blush, so he can use it later. Getting to your lips Zoro stops hovering over your lips as his eyes meet yours "No need to thank us baby" A cocky smile appears in the swordsman's face before he crashes his lips onto your and lightly biting your lower lip, wanting more than just a light kiss. Opening your mouth you let Zoro's tongue meet yours his hand moving form yours to interlock his fingers with Luffy's who nuzzles into your neck placing light kisses on it as you make out with the swordsman. You have to push on Zoro's chest to get him to pull away when you needed air but it felt good to have his lips on yours, he wasn't gentle with you which you were grateful for.
Luffy lifts his head from your neck before grabbing the cream on the side with his free hand, you go to tell him off since you told them not to touch your creams but the captain moves to sit in front of you with a big smile "Teach me" You raise an eyebrow at him wondering what he wanted from you and it seemed it got threw the Luffy before you could voice it "I help Zoro with his shoulders and i want to help you with your scars so can you teach me" A smile appears on your face as you lift your leg out of the water to show him, "We'll first off thats the wrong cream" taking the cream off your captain you put it back in the basket and grab a different one "There are different ones?" The captain tilted his head making the swordsman chuckle holding his hand over his mouth, so he didn't let out a big laugh, you nod though and hold out the cream to Luffy who takes it and opens it. You teach him how to apply the cream and the massage techniques you learned form chopper, you try to explain things as best you can, like how different scars need different treatments and how some need a gentle touch while others need a bit more force. The captain was surprisingly good at it helping you finish off both your legs before leaning up and placing his lips on yours, it shocked you a little since he did it so quickly but you took the cream off him and put it on the side while kissing back.
Short sweet kisses soon turned into making out, your tongues meeting as your lips moves together and your hands in his wet hair. Meanwhile Zoro had gotten washed but watch the two of you, learning a little from you but when you both started making out he couldn't help but smile, taking a bath was a good idea. Luffy's the first to pull away with a big smile "You're amazing Y/N, i love you" Your heart flutters at his words letting your hands move form his hair to his cheeks as you place a loving kiss on his lips "I love you too My King" You whisper before letting the captain pull away and turn to Zoro "Want me to get your back?" The swordsman smiles moving closer to the two of you before patting in front of him "Nah, I'll do your hair and back though." Luffy was quick to nod sitting in front of Zoro as the swordsman started to wash the captains hair and giving his scalp a good massage in the process. "We should do this again" The captain sighs closing his eyes at the feeling of his head being massaged, you nod leaning into Zoro while running your hand up and down his arm "I'd like that... you ok with that?" Zoro asks turning to you with a small smile, you look up at him and place a kiss on his cheek before nodding "Yea.. I'd love it" Your words make the two smile a little bigger.
#imagine#one piece#polly relationship#zoro x reader#roronoa zoro#zoro roronoa#zoro x luffy x reader#zoro x luffy#straw hat luffy#monkey d. luffy#one piece luffy#luffy x reader#luffy#luffy x zoro#zolu x reader#one piece zolu#zolu fanfic#zolu
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Can I request a story for Bayverse Kids, Were The oldest kids going on there first mission /patrol
U can do it if u want I'm not forcing u to do it :)
NYPD Special Task Force, team 2 (Fluff?/Angst?/Crack?)
Children Series
Bayverse!Turtles x reader
A/N: I recommend you read Romeo’s first patrol before this one;) Romeo, Joan, Galileo, Sunny and Marcello’s first patrol without their parents around, and things happen. Focuses mainly on Romeo and Marcello.
Warnings: Fighting, mentioning of former injury, mentioning of wanting to strangle a butterfly, lol.
Today was a special day. A truly special day. The NYPD Special Task Force, team 2 was going on their first patrol, without their fathers to supervise them. Sunny and Marcello had now been going on patrol with their fathers and the three oldest kids for three months, and now police chief Vincent had decided it was time. And tonight, as the two teams made their way to the roofs of New York City, they would for the first time not be going in the same direction.
“Okay, here’s the plan”, Romeo said, squatting down on the roof in front of his team, having all four half turtles listening to him. “Chief Vincent says there’s been a lot of suspicious activity on the east side, so she has asked us to take a look at that. In the meantime, Leonardo will take team-”.
“Did you just call dad by his first name?”, Marcello asked, causing the others to stuff a chuckle.
“Dude, cut it out, I’m trying to be professional”, Romeo said annoyed.
“This happened quicker than I thought it would”, Joan chuckled. “Continue. Where are our dads going?”
“They are doing a stake out at a bank. In the light of the last few bank robberies, there’s reason to believe that they will strike again, and they think they know which bank it’s going to be”, Romeo explained.
“They’re following a pattern”, Galileo butted in. “I saw it on my dad’s screen. It’s mapped out and all. 95% sure that bank is going to be hit tonight”.
“What about the last 5%?”, Sunny asked. “What bank are they on?”
“The hell do I know”, Gali said, shrugging his shoulders while Marcello rolled his eyes. Romeo and Joan gave each other a knowing look. Tonight was going to be a loooong night.
“Okay, let’s get moving”, Romeo said, standing back up before turning towards the edge of the roof.
The group of five jumped over and across the roofs of the city, going further and further east, until they came upon the place chief Vincent had directed them to. A construction side not far from the water. Here they stayed at the top of the construction, keeping an eye out on the ground below.
“Soooo”, Sunny said from her sitting position on the side of the construction, her legs dangling over the edge. “What are we looking for again?”
“Any suspicious activity so we can report it back to chief Vincent”, Romeo said, keeping a strong eye on the ground below.
“Glad she was specific”, Marcello mumbled sarcastically, making Gali smile.
“And what do we do if we see anything suspicious?”, Sunny asked, as happy as she always was.
“Then we notify police chief Vincent”, Romeo answered.
“What?”, Marcello asked, turning his full attention towards his brother. “We’re not going to do anything?”
“Only if Vincent tells us to”, Joan said nonchalantly, earning an approving nod from Romeo.
“Why?”, Marcello asked, almost sounding insulted.
“It’s our first patrol alone. Chief Vincent’s order, not mine”, Romeo shrugged.
“Bullshit”, Marcello mumbled, turning back around, looking down on the construction site beneath them.
All five of them sat on the roof for a few hours, waiting for anything to happen. Every once in a while, they would listen in on the police radio, in order to hear if anything was happening anywhere else. Maybe the expected bank robbery. But nothing. Everybody was still waiting around. Strange… They all thought something would have happened by now…
All five of the young half turtles sat around, eyes scanning every centimeter of the construction sight. And as the third hour passed by, Marcello was almost ready to give up. Throw his hands in the air, contact chief Vincent and tell her that he was done - anything just do something useful. But then something flashed in the shadows beneath him.
Marcello sat up, looking directly at the shadow. And for a split second he saw it again. A person. A person hiding in the dark.
“Gotcha”, he said, getting ready to make his way down there, only for Romeo to try and grab him.
“No! We’re supposed to tell Vincent!”
“Tell her yourself! I’m tired of sitting around!” And with those words, Marcello was gone, grabbing a hold of his sword from his shell on the way down. Marcello caught the shadow person by surprise, the small gasp behind their mask giving it away. Fully dressed in black with nothing but their eyes visible, Marcello was quite proud of creating such a reaction.
“Surprise”, he said, flashing them a cheeky smile. He expected the person in front of him to be hesitant, especially at the sight of nagamaki in his hand. But nope. Whoever this was, they weren’t scared whatsoever. With a yell they caught him by surprise, kicking out against his face. Marcello dodged, frowning at them with his mouth open. “Hey! That wasn’t nice!”
“Marcello! Watch out!”, sounded Joan’s voice, followed by the clinging of clashing weapons. Marcello just managed to catch a glimpse of his cousin, pushing back a secondary attacker that tried to get him from behind. More attackers came in as the others jumped into action.
“I told you we had to wait for Vincent’s orders!”, Romeo yelled at his brother, swinging his odachi at his attacker.
“And wait around all night? You must be crazy”, Marcello chuckled, doing a swing against his opponent. But his opponent was quick and well trained. They used dirty tricks that took Marcello by surprise time and time again, and soon he found himself on the ground, his nagamaki laying just a few meters away from him. This caused Romeo’s big brother instincts to kick in, stepping between the two of them, taking over the fight. But as soon as the two of them laid eyes on each other, a flash of recognition flashed before the two of them.
“Wait”, Romeo said, staring at the opponent in front of him. “You’re the girl that kicked my kneecap in!”
And it seemed like she remembered it as well, trying to make a kick for his knee once again. However this time Romeo was ready, dodging her before swinging his odachi at her. She duck, trying to kick his legs under him as she did so, making Romeo jump. But whoever this girl was, she was good. Soon she has Romeo on the ground with all the air knocked out of him. This was the call for Marcello to get back on his feet.
“No one kicks my brother’s knee cap except me!”, Marcello yelled, charging the girl. She turned, just in time to see him run for her, pushing her over, so that they were wrestling each other in the dust on the ground. “Don’t you ever get tired?!” The girl only grunted at this, trying to punch him in the face. Marcello grabbed her hand, pinning it to the ground, yet somehow she managed to roll him over.
“You’re more annoying than your brother”, she said through her mask.
“If you think I’m annoying, you should hear him during training”, Marcello said, and he swore he could hear her chuckle.
Her hand flew to her belt, ready to pull out a weapon, when the sudden sound of sirens pierced through the air. She froze, her bright eyes widening, before shooting a look at Romeo, who sat smiling wickedly at her, his fingers on his wrist radio. He had called for backup.
“Retreat!”, she yelled, hurrying off of Marcello. “Retreat!”
And just like the attackers had done last time Romeo had had a run in with them, they followed her order, before making a run for it.
“Hey! Don’t be cowards!”, Gali yelled running after them as the backup arrived. “Come back here!”
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Police chief Vincent was not happy once she learned that Marcello had disobeyed orders, and just made a run for the suspects. Especially when Romeo’s call for backup made their fathers leave their post to come and help. All the way back to the station, Marcello was chewed out, his boss reminding him how bad this looked on his first unsupervised patrol.
At the station Marcello kept his mouth shut, only listening and watching as the others told Vincent, Casey and the turtles about what had happened. The many hours of nothing, followed by the sudden appearance of a suspicious individual. He chewed the inside of his cheek as he listened to his older brother explain what happened, especially the part about her. Confusion rose inside of him when he felt a strange tingle inside of him, when Romeo mentioned the girl. For a moment he almost wished he wouldn’t have mentioned her. But he did. And he continued to do so. Romeo kept talking about the girl while at the station. He was clearly agitated to have seen her again after three years. Even Leo had to remind his son to take a deep breath.
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Back in the lair, Marcello wasn’t much for telling his mother or aunts about what had happened, but the others surely were, telling them all about how they had seen her again. The girl that dislocated Romeo’s kneecap. It was the talk of the lair that night. But Marcello did not wish to take part of it, heading straight to his bedroom. Here he stayed for some time, staring at the ceiling, thinking about what had happened. Only for his thoughts to get interrupted by the knocks of his brother, asking if he could come in.
“Are you okay, bro?”, Romeo asked as he entered the room.
“I’m fine”, Marcello answered, rubbing his face. “You?”
“As good as can be”, he said, taking a seat on the side of Marcello’s bed. “You’ve been silent ever since she got away. Did she hurt you?”
“No”, Marcello shook his head. “Just tired”.
“I get that. She’s tiring”, Romeo said, making Marcello feel just a little heavier inside. “I don’t like her, one bit. One day I’ll catch her, and I will make her pay for what she did. Trust me on that. I don’t know who she is, and I don’t know what her motivation is, but one day I will figure it out, and from that point she will have to count her days”.
Marcello stared at his brother, shocked at his words. Never had he heard Romeo speak in such a way about anybody. His normally calm brother who spoke so much about control, meditation and mindfulness as if he was their father’s personal recorder, now sat on his bed, letting out his anger about a person he had only met twice. Marcello did not like it. But that wasn’t the only thing he did not like. What he wouldn't do to kill that little butterfly flapping around in his stomach whenever he thought about that girl's eyes.
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a/n: here’s a little something for everyone in honor of the anniversary of our special movie <3 ily guys and i hope u enjoy!
90s!dale x reader
content warning- birthday murders, very minor “blood play”, praising, satanism, cnc (reader is under satan’s influence), oral/rim job (reader!receiving), intercourse, and a special visit from someone…
word count- 1315



SATAN’S LITTLE SERVANT
you’re covered in blood as you enter the harker house, your task completed for dale and the man downstairs. you lock the basement door from the inside and the steps creak under your weight, dale sitting at his worktable painting finishing touches on ruby carter’s doll. he turns as he hears you approach.
“ooohh,” he whines with a smile, “look at you, my little angel,” he coos as he stands. “did you have fun?”
“yes, i sat and watched just as you asked, daley,” you say softly, the metallic stench getting to you. you didn’t like doing this stuff but you knew it pleased both him and dale.
“good, good, im glad all went well,” he nods with a smile as he senses your hesitation, his fingers fidgeting with his knuckles, “now let daley cleanse you, you filthy little thing.”
you know what that means and his hands immediately take off the blood stained clothes, the crimson liquid from the fabric transferring to his hands, your heart pounding as you get aroused. you always got riled up after a delivery and you hated it, absolutely despised it, though you knew satan was making you feel this way against your will, getting you all hot and bothered after seeing blood and guts flying everywhere.
“well, well, well,” dale scoffs and shakes his head, your goods on display and no underwear, “you naughty little angel, you were hoping something happened, walking around like this after delivering a special gift? tsk tsk…”
he grips the back of your neck and bends you over the worktable just as you predicted, your tight hole needing his fat cock. dale gives your ass a hard slap forcing a soft moan out of you.
“tell daley what you were thinking about while you sat there watching them suffer,” he growls as he gives your ass another swat, “were you thinking about his fat cock?”
“y-yes!” you manage to get out, dale’s finger now pressing against your tight hole just enough to tease.
“that so? always thinking about my fat cock…” dale squats behind you and sees how horny you are, his fingers touching you where you need him most, “i love when you come home to me like this, so fucking good for him and i…”
you let out a moan and your eyes nearly roll back as dale eats you from behind, his groans and moans vibrating against you as he stuffs his face deeper into your flesh. you reach behind and grip his curly locks, pushing his face deeper into you, his botched nose adding to the pleasure as his tongue and lips work at you. he sucks and slurps, tongue-fucking your clenching hole, his slender fingers toying with you here and there. he pulls away after some time with a soft popping sound and stands up, his mouth glistening as he smiles and breathes heavily, his hands untying his robe before pulling his cock out of his long johns.
dale strokes himself and groans, precum leaking out of his thick tip. “such a good little servant, doing such a good job for him…” he taps his fat cock on you and glides his shaft between your asscheeks, squeezing your cheeks together as he moves. “satan has big plans for you, doesn’t he?”
“d-dale, please, baby,” you whine needing him deep inside you, wanting him to fill you with his seed, “i need you so bad, i was so good today…”
“patience, sweet baby…”
dale holds his cock and rubs his tip all around you before slowly pushing in, your tightness making him groan deeply. you let out a tight moan, pleasure etched on your face as his girth stretches you.
“you’re squeezing, little angel, open up and let me in,” he gasps out trying to cram his cock inside you, “see, there we go, such a tight squeeze…”
“oh fuck!” you moan between gritted teeth as he pumps in and out of you at an intense speed, his tools and the doll threatening to fall over.
“such filthy language today,” dale teases giving your ass a slap, “mr downstairs is so pleased with you, baby, so happy you served him,” he grunts loudly, his blood stained hands are now on your shoulders as he uses you as leverage.
as he starts to fuck into you harder, the two of you listening as ruth stomps three times upstairs causing dale to stop for a moment. it was a signal, dale bringing you up to his chest and covering your mouth with his hand as he continues to use you.
lee was here.
“you want lee to hear us?” he grunts in your ear, your back pressed tightly against him, “hear your pretty little moans?”
dale breathes heavily into your neck and bites your skin causing you to moan loudly into his hand, his grip on you tight as he continues to fuck into you, your body thrusting upwards from his relentless movements. you let out a little scream of pleasure and dale chuckles lowly, biting his lip and growling as he pushes into you balls deep.
“can’t let lee hear us, baby, she’s my special birthday girl and i don’t want her interrupting our fun,” his whispers, his arm around your waist tightening, “nothing but a pawn to our game, isn’t she? all this running around too busy to realize what’s under her fucking nose…”
you squeeze around dale, the adrenaline and pleasure overwhelming you as you listen to lee’s footsteps in the kitchen, the doorknob rattling which makes dale fuck into you even harder as if it were fueling him. you can feel yourself getting close and you can feel his cock twitching deep inside you, dale groaning as his cock throbs and balls tighten. you let out a tight moan into his hand and he knows you’re almost there, his own climax approaching.
“fuck!” you cry into his hand bouncing onto him as you grip his arm.
“that’s it, my little lamb, taking it so fucking good for me,” he whines nearly on the verge of tears as he drives deeper into you while repeatedly hitting your sweet spot, “my blasphemous little thing, covered in the blood of the innocent…”
his words send you over the edge and you moan loudly as you cum hard, your body squeezing around dale and his fat cock spilling his hot seed deep into you, his teeth biting into your skin as he muffles his own moans. you both breathe heavily and dale continues to hold you against his chest, his hand still covering your mouth.
“did so good for me,” he whispers in your ear while wheezing, his nose stuffy and his hair clinging to him, “you’re gonna continue delivering these dolls, aren’t you?” you’re quiet but you know you don’t have a choice. his hand that was covering your mouth grips your hair and he turns you around to face him, “aren’t you?”
“yes, daley,” you whimper out as he removes his hand from your hair. “i promise i’ll be good.”
“good, and why will you be good?”
“cause i’m satan’s favorite and we don’t wanna disappoint him,” you reply softly, dale wincing and pulling his face at your words while shaking his head in disapproval.
“no we wouldn’t.” he boops your nose and gives you a kiss. “now, you be a good little angel and wash up, okay? i want you to go upstairs and talk with lee like nothing happened, you tell her you were fixing the water tank. i have a big surprise for the carter family and my sweet little servant’s gonna deliver it for us, aren’t they?” he nods with his brows raised, a smile plastered on his face as you nod with him. “good, now go.”
dale gives your ass a slap and you do as he says.
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231117 Weverse live (eng sub)
Taemin says that it snowed for the first time this year in korea today and asked if his manager saw it. he says that the scarf was gifted by the brand itself and he was thanking the brand for this scarf. cr.
I'm going to the airport because I have a schedule in Thailand. Even tho I left early, there's a lot of traffic because people are getting off work. Today's also friday! I envy the people getting off work, treat yourselves well~ I woke up today and worked out and had a meeting regarding the concert and left for the airport. I've been pretty busy lately. cr.
I might sound full of myself, but rather than fixed variety shows, I want to do youtube content, like uploading song/dance covers. cr.
Taemin: I don't even know if they'll invite me over to variety shows however rather thanwanting to become a regular on variety shows, I want something that actually suits me? something like youtube content or sth relating to dance? cr.
Fans: You don't have any vacation? aren't you tired? Taemin: I don't think I have any vacation for this year, I've really been working hard (without rest) this year~ cr.
Taemin reading a comment: no holiday this year? I won't have holidays this year til the end of year. cr.
Taemin: can you all write how old you are? I am curious.. I am really curious.. because it seems like I'm the only one speaking in honorific?? no one apart from me speak formally?? Every one is younger but no one calls me oppa, everyone was like 'taemin-ah' but of course i know t's because the fans want to feel closer to me that's why they don't speak with honorifics cr.
Taemin: what's funny is everyone talks to me casually even those younger than me 6"6 no one even says oppa to me 6^6 I was joking you can talk to me casually~ some people get mischievous because I said so I was joking! cr.
Alcohol? it's been so long since i drank. When was the last time? I'm not drinking recently, maybe I lost interest. cr.
Taemin said it's been a while since he drink alcohol and said the last time he drank was during the live in Japan cr.
I'm so thankful that so many people did the guilty challenge with me. i was worried that they might feel embarrassed/scold me but everyone did show their abs, so i was very relieved. cr.
Fortunately there are a lot of people that recognize me as an artist. i'm determined to walk my own path. cr.
Everyone's asking me to take care of them, tbh i can't take care of myself. cr.
People who exercise regularly always show up. Like Minho is everywhere. He probably does ab workouts in his sleep and showers while flexing his abs and when he picks up stuff he picks them up in a squat position. I think it's really cool that people can exercise routinely like that. I would rather live without abs and be able to eat whatever i want. During the concert i should show you my abs~ 6v6 shooting content with minho hyung would be fun. there's two types of people who exercise: those who enjoy working out, and those who whine and complain. i'm the second type 6v6. cr.
Taemin: Minho hyung must work out even sleeping n even taking a shower 😆 he has such healthy hobbies so cool~ but shall we just have drinks? let's give up let's eat what we want this life~! there are 2 types of people one working out happily the other doing it whining i'm the latter cr.
I know how hard the SM staff works, so I don't want to talk bad about SM. But there are times when I don't understand the decisions made by (upper management). even if I were to have an ordinary job, I'd be bound to have some sort of complaints. cr.
Everyone is working hard to make something great. "Euisoo hyung make lots of money" I think our company's salary isn't that high. But everyone works with so much passion. It's a company where you make little money but you work a lot. and i know how hard our fans support us. Everyone always talks about how shinee/taemin fans are so amazing and beautiful! Some people enter the company and run away because the reality didn't match their expectations. So the people who stay behind work hard. The company is expanding but there's no money, so i don't understand how it's getting bigger LOL What I want to say is everyone is working hard, so please know that. There are people who work hard behind the scenes. That's right, raise the salary of our staffs! We have the deepest history among entertainment agencies in korea, so raise our salaries to match our reputation! 6v6 cr.
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GYM
Jamie Drysdale
I don’t know why, or how Jamie manages to do it but every morning at 5:30 he wakes up and goes to the gym. Not practice but just the gym.
“Babes, you want to come to the gym with me, I think we can get coffee on the way back” He whispers in my ear; sweeping the hair back and kissing just above my temple.
“Mmm.. I guess” I usually whine and complain but today I feel like going. Usually because I don’t get to spend a lot of time with him.
I love the car rides with him; they remind me so much of the airport drives I grew up on. While he drinks preworkout I stick to water.
While Jamie doesn’t take long with his stretches while I take a little longer. I watch him as he does his squat warmups and eventually I join him asking how much he wants to add onto his set, “just give me a ten and I think I’ll be good and I can watch you do yours” he tells me as he sets his tack and I move to grab the weights off and then add it to his set.
“Cute I love this pookie” I Tell him; swiftly kissing his cheek before continuing a stretch as I keep an eye on him.
“I still don’t understand why you call me pookie all the time” He says tucking his head and racking the weights.
“Because, you are my pookie” I tell him; I take the weights off and slowly warm up before adding some simple 25s.
He deadlifts, I squat. Obviously he lifts more than me but that’s simply because I’m not an athlete anymore. I’m enjoying my life, studying to become a doctor. Watching my pretty boyfriend play hockey.
I don’t like working out for too long, and neither does he on the days I join him and even now I sometimes still feel guilty that he’d cut part of his workout short but he says he just likes spending all the time with me as he can before a roadie
I drive on the ride home as Jamie does some work stuff that I don’t ever really understand even though he’s tried to explain it a million times.
I always shower first when we get home because while Jamie showers I do my skincare and make breakfast.
Eggs with toast and avocado, I brew coffee for us and he steps out with sweats on and his hair all damp in the way that makes me want kiss his face all over.
He’ll kiss my cheek and take a plate.
It’s strange usually we don’t talk during breakfast, not because our lives are uninteresting but because it’s hard to decide what to talk about first.
(I dont know how to end this)
#anaheim ducks#hockey#nhl#jamiedrysdale x reader#jamie drysdale x reader#jamie drysdale fic#jamie drysdale#jamie drysdale x y/n#Drysdale x reader
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