#sure I love him now but I feel like he should have worked for his forgiveness you know

[girl-lostconnection]

So..forgive me you're the first person I'm ever asking anything on Tumblr (Kinda new and I usually like to describe it like hiding in the corner and just watching everything quietly and leaving likes and I love your work) but I was thinking about your concept with 141 and reader dying and the notebook. Would there ever be a case where the others stumble upon it? Whether Price forgets (somehow) to put it away or someone's in the midst of searching for something and stumbles upon it?

Again, love your work, feel free to ignore this tho

Yeah, I think this type of readers people call “lurkers” which is cool🙂‍↕️you guys are usually the backbone of the audience, I enjoy you tremendously.

And that’s a really good question, anon!

You know what? Why not turn the heat up a little more for this pot with the frogs.

I can imagine Price not exactly forgetting it somewhere but harbouring it so close to himself that people start to notice. This specific notebook is always with him — under his armoured vest and in the front pocket of his shirts, on top of the stack of documents, edge of it peeking out of his pants pocket.

It’s always there when before he didn’t carry it with him. It’s small and simple, technically it shouldn’t rise any questions but Kyle is the first who notices it. Maybe because after your death he’s so sharply attuned to everyone else on the team, it’s practically unhealthy.

Kyle who watches John fumble with the leather bound corners of the little thing and wonders…what’s inside of it? They have been all grieving but your things have been taken by them all and shared fairly.

Simon doesn’t withhold your pictures or books with your annotations. Soap doesn’t say no when Gaz asks for one of the keychains. Kyle himself lets Simon and Johnny take one of your things each. Simon takes the big oversized T-shirt and Soap whisks away one of your hoodies, clutching it hard to himself, knuckles white with tension.

(Kyle will never admit but when he walked in on Johnny in hoodie with your name and rank on the back of it his knees buckled. For a moment a traitorous part of him thought you were there. For a moment he could breathe again)

So Price keeping something of you to himself almost felt unfair. It wasn’t, of course, no, Captain had every right to grieve and mourn in a way that made it easier for him.

But-

But Kyle missed you. Everyday and every morning he’d wake up, realisations hitting him again that you aren’t coming back. You are never coming back.

You disappeared so suddenly you were now everywhere.

The unwashed cup they couldn’t bring themselves to wash, the clothes and trinkets, the books and pictures. The notebooks.

Kyle remembers how you two played games in it, drawing X’s and O’s when debrief would get too long and your brains too sluggish to keep awake without external stimulation.

Kyle remembers you writing in them, so focused you oftentimes wouldn’t notice him getting closer until he’d plop himself down in front of you, pretending to pose. Your favourite model, wasn’t he?

Kyle remembers you smiling at him, eyes flickering to his face for a moment, your gaze so impossibly soft he feels like choking and burying himself next to you.

There is a whole life ahead. Kyle isn’t sure how to live it with a hole in this chest the size of your love.

It’s a selfish thought, maybe. Maybe he is selfish.

Maybe he should have been content with what he has been given. But he wasn’t.

So now he slips the notebook off Price’s desk when the man himself is so wrecked he can’t see straight. John’s drinking got worse after your death. Not yet enough to cause disciplinary action but enough to make them all worried.

Gaz has never seen him like that.

Why were they all lucky enough to meet you but not lucky enough to save you? Would the outcome be different if one of them went with you on that deployment? Could they save you if they knew how it ends?

Could they try?

Kyle’s fingers skim over the pages, your hoodie on him and if he pretends hard enough it almost feels like a hug. It almost feels like his body heat seeping through fabric is yours. Like you were just wearing it.

Like you didn’t leave at all.

Like you are coming back.

Kyle flips through the pages, gurgling wet laughter in his throat when he notices that you have been writing Simon’s jokes down and coming up with your own. (The “just got hospitalised due to peekaboo incident. They put me in ICU” joke almost makes Kyle choke).

Some part of him gets why Price has been guarding this specific journal so hard. Why he wasn’t letting anyone else close to it, because this right here is you.

Everything that’s left of your thoughts and feelings, of your humour and love, of your plans and scribbles.

It’s tangible proof that you were here. You lived, you loved, you thought. You were there and you were a person. Their favourite person. Their beloved one.

Maybe that’s why your small note hits him harder than he could have ever expected. A small resigned “I’m not sure I fit in. I’m not sure I’m not second…or fifth best in this case. Don’t even know if I wanna talk about it. Just plain stupid” splits Kyle’s scull open and leaves him bleeding and aching and shaking.

What…what did you mean “fifth best”? Why would you say that? What- no. Nonononono. No, it’s not fair. It’s not true, it has never been true.

Kyle feels like driving back to the cemetery and wrapping his car around the poll.

Kyle feels like clawing at the ground and sobbing-sobbing-sobbing.

Kyle feels like begging.

Please, no. Please, come back. Please, let him fix it, let him tell you the truth, let him tell you.

Kyle understands why Price was guarding the journal this fiercely. Kyle is so mad he feels like demolishing John’s office and yelling until his voice is raspy useless thing, vocal cords damaged, headache pounding inside his head and he’s burning from inside out.

Kyle looks at the page, his whole core so hollowed out you could feel an echo if you’d knocked.

Kyle doesn’t know what to do because you are gone.

Because he wants to say “I’m sorry, love, I’m so sorry, I’d be better if I knew”, he wants to say “come back and scream at me, come back demand attention, come back and hurt me in return just please please come back”.

He wants to say “I love you” in a hundred different ways, he wants to kiss it better, he wants to hold you again, he wants you back, why can’t you come back, why can’t he get you back? He will change, he will do better, he will pay attention, he’s sorry, love, he’s so sorry.

Soap finds him just blankly staring at the page and he doesn’t understand at first, concern sharpening his features like one of the razors he uses for his drawing pencils.

Johnny sinks down next to him, lips pressing to Kyle’s temple, breath panting when Gaz doesn’t respond because he can’t.

He doesn’t know what to say.

How do you live knowing you may never change what already happened? How do you keep going knowing your tenderness is decaying six feet underground, that your love is springing with flowers when they should have stayed above the ground and picked them? How do you get over it? How?

Johnny’s eyes skim over the page and Gaz can feel when the realisation sinks in, when the body next to him is getting poured full with raw ache and ice sharp panic.

Johnny asks “Gaz whose journal is that”, Johnny pleads “Mate, talk to me, where did you get it?”, Johnny whimpers “Kyle tell me it’s not theirs, Kyle please, Kyle say something”.

Kyle doesn’t know what to do other than wrap himself around Soap and hold him despite the thrashing, despite the disbelieving laughter that descends into gasping for air and clawing at his back and shoulders.

Kyle doesn’t let him get out and do something stupid, like drive to the cemetery and wrap a car around the poll and curl near your gravestone.

There is an awfully loud gulp and the journal is getting carefully taken off Kyle’s lap, Simon’s fingers long and scarred — things broken too many times to grown back straight and narrow, calloused pads of his fingers catching on the paper of the notebook.

Kyle has to drag him down to them, he has to practically kick the ground from under Ghost’s feet because the man looks like he will get the shovel and get you out of the coffin.

(Kyle doesn’t want to think how Simon refused to let them bury you, how he sat with you for days, until the decomposition became evident. Kyle doesn’t want to think how Simon placed a phone in your coffin despite knowing that you are not coming back. Kyle doesn’t want to think that Simon was terrified the 4 of them might bury you alive).

Ghost looks like the sky just fell on his head, crashing his spine and grinding down his nerves. Ghost looks like he wants to cry but doesn’t know how.

Ghost looks like how they all feel.

Kyle forces the man into their cuddle pile and forces his hand to wrap around Johnny, because Soap digs his fingers into them like he’s falling-falling-falling. System crashing, bomb ticking, Rome burning down.

Funny how Ghost never understood the phrase “going mad with grief”, always felt like it was a bit of dramatisation. People die every day after all, don’t they? It’s statistically impossible to never lose a single person.

Funny how Soap gets it now perfectly. The shift of tectonic plates in his brain, the rewiring of the whole system, pain so intense he might have ash for heart now.

Funny how it’s not funny at all but Gaz still laughs, face wet when Simon tightens his grip and pulls Kyle in, letting him hide his face.

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[ellealyssum]

put it all to rest ✦ sylus x reader ✦ fluff ✦ 900 words

insomnia's a bitch. good thing your man sleeps odd hours, too.

insomnia, cuddling, literal sleeping together, gn!reader

this is my first fic in many many years so please forgive me if it sucks... i have trouble sleeping and i love sylus so much

also on ao3

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 You turn over in bed for what felt like the hundredth time in the last hour. No matter how tired your body felt, no matter how many times you yawned, sleep was still evading you. Stretching your arm out from under the covers, you check your watch that you'd left on the nightstand.

 3:56am. Three hours until you have to be up to get ready for work, if you still want time to brush your hair and shove some breakfast down on your way out the door, that is. It probably didn't help that the N109 zone was twice as far from the Hunter's Association as your apartment. 

 Pressing your face into the cool silk pillow, you mentally beg your brain to just shut up for five damn minutes. You didn't even have much to weigh on your mind tonight. The thoughts circling around your mind were all utterly trivial, but just enough to ward off the sweet relief of sleep. 

 What would the chef have ready for breakfast in the morning? Would the traffic be bad? Worse than usual? Have there been any accidents? They're a common occurrence in the N109 zone. People around these parts seem to love driving recklessly. Including the man whose bed you were trying, and failing, to sleep in right now. 

 Sylus had left around 10pm, being sure to give you your obligatory goodnight kiss on his way out. It was then that you had settled himself into his bed, expecting a restful night wrapped in soft sheets that smelled of soap and expensive cologne and him. He had promised you, quietly, lips inches from your own, that he would be home before you woke up in the morning. He didn't realise at the time that his promise was impossible to keep, because at this rate you would never have any sleep to wake up from.

 Through the silence of the base you hear a door shut and footsteps on the tiled floor. You know from their rhythm that Sylus was home, as if he were summoned by your thoughts. He lets out a brief sigh as he reaches the bedroom door. Whatever meeting or deal he had just returned from had probably been tedious, as usual. Not wanting to concern him with your lack of sleep, you roll away from the door and focus on slowing your breathing. What he didn't know couldn't hurt him.

 Sylus gently opens the door, being as quiet as he can as to not disturb you. Even after a hard day of work, your comfort was still his top priority. The lush carpet softens his footfalls as he makes his across the room. The gentle rustle of his shirt being removed and placed on the armchair reaches your ears. The bed dips slightly as he sit on the mattress, shucking off his shoes before reclining against the headboard.

 "I know you're awake, kitten."

 You should have known you can't fool him.

 You whine in frustration as you turn to look up at him. You know your eyes must be tired and red, but he doesn't mention it.

 "What's wrong, sweetie?" he asks, calloused fingers brushing the hair from your forehead.

 "Can't sleep," you mumble, slightly embarrassed at your apparent inability to do something so simple.

 "Too many thoughts racing around that pretty head of yours, hmm?" The corner of his lips twitch upwards into an affectionate smirk. He always said you thought too much.

 "I wish they would stop," you whisper, squeezing your eyes shut, trying to stem the tears you could feel coming. The last six hours of frustration had reached a boiling point.

 Sylus slides down the bed to be level with you, pulling you into his chest. You feel his lips against your scalp and his strong hands on your back.

 "It's okay, darling."

You sniffle against his skin and try to wipe your tears with back of your hand.

 "But I have work tomorrow!"

 "That can be changed." His usually teasing tone has dissipated, leaving behind only sincerity. "Sick days exist for a reason. Besides, you really shouldn't be confronting wanderers on no sleep. I'm sure the association would prefer for you to be well rested."

 You always had a hard time justifying taking a day off to yourself. Despite trying, you can never escape the feeling that you're letting your team down, letting yourself down, not being strong enough to deal with something as silly as an overactive mind.

 As usual, it's as if Sylus can read your thoughts. He pulls back to meet your gaze.

 "Linkon's Hunter's Association won't collapse because their star employee took one day off."

 His brilliant ruby eyes are soft, as if pleading with you. You have to admit he's right.

 "Stay," he breathes, kissing your tired eyelids. "Stay with me, right here, in my arms. Please, sweetie."

 This man always finds a way to melt your heart.

 You snuggle closer to him as he pulls the covers over himself. His slacks and socks are still on, but he doesn't seem to care. He'd rather hold you than change.

 You place a kiss over his heart, winding your legs with his. The material of his trousers is soft and his body is warm. You mind slowly, finally, stops spinning.

 Somehow, the world always feels a little simpler in his arms.

[alwaysanundertone]

high sex drive | poly! marauders x fem! reader

hurt/comfort + smut

TW: NSFW, piv, non-protected sex, oral (f/m receiving)

Sirius was drawing patterns on your thigh, the tips of his fingers grazing the supple skin there ever so slowly while his head rested on your belly. Your other two boyfriends were cuddling each other, they were all spent after coming many times, so why weren’t you?

You found every touch maddening, it didn’t make sense for you to be so wound up; it wasn’t like you hadn’t gotten off, because you had, and plenty of times.

The problem was your sex drive. Your desire wasn’t something that your ex boyfriends accepted, nor did they deem it normal, one of them even suggested to go see a sex therapist one time, and you did. The session failed to give you answers, and after some time you just gave up, resigning yourself to a life of not voicing your own needs.

It went good, as good as faking being satisfied would go, but it wasn’t that bad after all. With these guys, though, it was really difficult to just pretend.

“Love?”

You looked up, finding three pairs of eyes focused on you. “Mh?”

“Where did you go, dove? You’ve been awfully quiet. Sirius just asked you if you are hungry, we thought about ordering something, is pizza good?”

You refrained from blushing, hating the fact that you weren’t able to mask your true feelings even in a peaceful moment like that. “Sorry, I’ve just been lost in my own thoughts, I guess” You chuckled, sounding suspicious even to your own ears. “Pizza’s good, thank you”

You felt Sirius mouth closing over your inner thighs, its teeth piercing the supple skin there, making you gasp. “Come on, darling, you know you can tell us anything”

The thing was that every boyfriend you had started this conversation like this, telling you that it was okay, that he would have taken care of you, and then when they found out that they couldn’t change you, they’d start to call you a nympho, making you ashamed of yourself. So no, you weren’t sure you could tell them anything.

“You’re doing it again, love” James was looking at you through pleading eyes, it was really hard to resist him when he was acting like this, but you had to. The guys were the best thing that happened to you in a long time, and you weren’t willingly letting them go for something as stupid as your sex drive.

“Oh, uh” You blushed. “I think I’m just kind of tired, you know? Nothing crazy”

There was a moment of silence, then Remus spoke up. “This thing won’t work if you’re keeping stuff from us, dove. You have to understand the importance of trust, if you don’t want to talk about it now, fine, but at least tell us the main topic that’s bothering you so much you’re not even listening to us when we’re talking to you”

His words felt like a harsh slap to your cheek, bringing true tears to the surface, which you tried to fight against, to no avail.

“Sorry, I don’t want to bother you, I do trust you, it’s just-“

“Was sex too much? Were you unconfortable? You’ve been like this since we had sex, did we hurt you?”

Sirius sounded horrified, and you couldn’t help the words that tumbled out of your mouth, you had to fix this.

“No, no it’s quite the opposite actually” They were all looking at you expectantly, you sighed. “It’s just- I have a high sex drive, okay? And I hate it, I know it’s twisted and disgusting and not right but I need to get off multiple times a day and sometimes having sex worsens the situation because then I keep wanting more and I hate it, you evet got me off so many times I’m the worst girlfriend ever.” Now that the words were comung out of your mouth, you couldn’t seem to stop them. “And I’ve been to sex therapists but they don’t know how to turn this off and just- I’m so sorry you’re probably regretting even-“

“Do not finish that sentence for the love of God”

You furrowed your brows. “Sirius what-“

“No, I should be the one saying sorry, I’ve been torturing you for the past hour and I didn’t even notice it.”

“And you’re not disgusting” James piped in.

“Dove, it’s nothing crazy, we can just-“

“No you can’t fix it.” You couldn’t stop the words from coming out of your mouth even if you tried, years of shame weighting you down. “Every ex that I had told me that they could fix it but it just doesn’t go away and I know it’s a burden” You pressed your hands to your face, hating this situation and hating yourself even more for letting it happen.

“Dove, would you please let us finish?” You nodded, your hands firmly locked in place. “Okay, I was trying to say that you can tell us if you’re needy and we’ll be really happy to help. There’s three of us, and if we aren’t available, there are your toys, you know? I don’t know what douchebags you dated, but this would never be a burden to us” His eyes were pleading you to believe him, and you found yourself wanting to.

“I think it’s anything but a burden, darling” You blushed slightly at Sirius, who was now laying on his belly, his head hovering right above your centre. You squirmed unconfortably, he smirked at you. “I’m being mean, aren’t I? Hovering just above you, so close yet so out of touch” His lips were now grazing your earlobe, making you shiver head to toe, the movement of his hands on your inner thigh maddening. “Such a pretty little thing, so flustered, what do you want now, love?”

You tried to tell him, but being vocal about your needs was something you weren’t used to, especially after years of slut shaming in your past relationship. You tried to avoid his question, wriggling your hips. “You know what I want”

He tsked. “No, I don’t. Do you want my mouth?” He lightly kissed you above your panties and shorts, making you grunt. “Mh, interesting. Maybe it’s my fingers that you want?” He caressed your nipples over the thin fabric of your -James’s- shirt. “My cock?”

The moment was interrupted by a pornographic grunt, coming from a very flustered James. “Fuck that’s so hot” He palmed his dick over his boxer briefs, making you blush.

“Look at him, darling, you’re making him needy. I think we should give him a show.”

You whimpered. “Sirius, please”

“I can give you everything you want, love. Just ask me”

You swallowed your pride. “I want your mouth, please”

He tutted. “Where do you want it? Here?” He grazed your forehead, the slightest touch sending you ablaze with need.

“No, Sirius, fuck, I want it on my pussy, please eat me out, I’m begging you” You couldn’t recognize your own voice, it sounded breathy, restrained, too close to begging.

“Gladly, darling” He pushed your shorts down, ripping the soft fabric of your panties in two. You didn’t have time to complain, his mouth immediately landing right on your clit.

His tongue started massaging the little bud, making you gasp as he flicked it repeatedly, moaning while doing so.

“You’re so wet, darling, I’m kind of mad, you know? You were really trying to keep this from me, from us” You shivered as you felt his index finger teasing your hole slowly, making you arch your back.

As he entered you, Remus was right above you, his dick in his hand, stroking your cheek with his free one. “Open up, dove, make me feel good”

He didn’t have to ask twice, your mouth opening right as Sirius thrusted into you with his fingers. “Fuck, she’s so wet James, fuck the show come here”

Suddenly, all three of your boyfriends were on you, James lining the crown of his cock at your entrance as Sirius lips closed right on your clit, sucking on it hardly. You felt one of Remus’s hands right over your right nipples, pinching it slightly, making you arch your back.

Your head was spinning, you felt awfully close to orgasming. “Fuck, love if you squeeze me like that I won’t last”

“That’s fine” Sirius piped in. “That’s why there’s three of us, to keep her satisfied” He tutted as you tried to close your thighs. “That isn’t nice now love, is it? Keep them open for us, stay still”

You loved when he was mean during sex, loved how he made you feel like you were at his mercy. “Sirius, close, god”

He chuckled. “You’re already coming, aren’t you? You’ve been such a good girl, telling us what you need, I think you deserve to come” You felt Remus’s cock swelling in your mouth, you rushed to swallow every drop of him, trying to focus on it, but it was difficult when you had two of the hottest guys you’ve ever seen between your thighs.

“Come now, darling. Be a good girl and come for us”

It was all it took for you to explode, your mouth wide open, eyes shut as you gripped Sirius head with all your force. He wasn’t complaining, though, still lapping at you, while James got off inside of you, his thrust loosing force and rhythm.

Just as you were coming down from your high, you felt another cock probing at your entrance.

“What…”

“Hush, love, I think you got one more in you, don’t you?”

You weren’t able to respond, your long-haired boyfriend immediately started rutting into you, his hips hitting the back of your thighs at a punishing rhythm.

“You’re so hot, fuck” The sounded that came out of you were pornographic, you felt yourself getting closer and closer to the edge, you could already tell that this orgasm was going to shake you thoroughly.

All you could manage to do, to say, was chant your boyfriends’ name like a prayer.

“Come on now, dove, give us another” Remus leaned down to kiss you, his tongue caressing yours, you couldn’t help but moan in his open mouth.

You obliged, drenching Sirius’s cock as your brain completely shut down. You could feel your boyfriend coming inside of you, but you just couldn’t bring yourself down to Earth.

You found yourself in a hot tub, James massaging your shoulders behind you while Remus stood kneeling outside of it, rubbing your feet.

“How do you feel? Good?”

You hummed, looking up at your long-haired boyfriend, your hand reaching up caress his face.

“Really, love? Me and Remus are both cuddling you, and it’s him you reward?” James’s tone had no bite in it, still you reached your other hand behind his head, scratching his scalp.

“Hey, it’s me who ate her out, it’s only fair, really” He winked at you.

There was a bit of silence, then you felt Remus hands wondering up your thighs.

“What-“

He smiled at you. “I think I can get another one out of you, just relax against Jamie and let me do the work”

You moaned lightly, nuzzling against your boyfriend’s toned chest, wondering what you’ve done to deserve them.

[omgfangirlland]

The Shadows That Nurture 20

This one is a bit shorter than the last 🫠

Masterlist || First || previous<< Chapter 20 >>next(TBC)

The interaction between you and Nolan was still awkward. It was weird to see him this soft and you still felt on edge like you couldn’t quite believe all it took for him to try and do better was some talking to- Bruce didn’t even let you say more than a sentence in his presence, let alone get emotional about things and try to have a conversation about it.

Overall, the past week you’ve been kind of disassociating while working on rebuilding, occupying your time with that and helping Andressa take care of the baby, occasionally texting Debbie anything from updates to “I miss you”, to “I miss your food”, to cute pictures of the little menace being funny, kept you somewhat present-minded.

Your eyes drifted to Andressa, who has been aging more and more. Her movements were slowing down, she was getting more tired, and she was having more problems with her joints. You noticed that with everyone. The kids who helped you sometimes were now teens, the babies were slowly becoming toddlers, and yet your little brother was still in the baby range.

Andressa calling your name brought you back to reality. Your eyes meet as she sighs, sitting on an armchair while you keep playing with her baby’s hair, twirling it into spikes and horns. “I… I need to ask a big favor out of you and your family.” She starts softly, her finger tapping nervously. You stop and give her all the attention as she continues speaking.

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Debbie’s day has been… better. It’s all getting better. Slowly, but she’s getting there. She wanted to be petty and give Nolan’s things away, but she had a feeling he’d be coming back with you and Mark, so she did the next best thing and moved his stuff into the smallest bedroom. Well, it was more of an office with a beat-up couch; he didn’t deserve an actual bedroom.

And in hindsight, she was glad she did. “Well… he is cute.” She concedes while smiling softly as the toddler cooed up at her, all coddled up in her lap. Her hand gently ran across his small back. Andressa just smiles. “Thank you. And thank you for wanting to hear me out and for letting me into your home. I know I’m asking for a lot, for way too much even considering everything- but Nolan isn’t exactly the best at being present enough for a kid.”

Debbie laughed at that. “Yeah, I know. Can’t count the times I had to step in for things he promised Mark.” You smiled softly as the two women got along, laughing at Nolan’s actions and awkwardness towards raising the babies. “Well, I’ll leave you two to it. I’ve gotta go back and make sure the men don’t find us plotting against them.” You joked while opening a portal.

“Bye, sweetheart, make sure your brother eats lunch! Oh, was Nolan scared of holding him? Because he was terrified of holding Mark as a baby- you should have seen him- I think I have some photos-“ You snickered, finally leaving the two to their gossiping.

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Mark and Nolan were too busy helping rebuild buildings to notice you and Andressa being missing. Granted, some men are the biggest gossipers known to mankind. “Yeah, so your dear daughter took a plate of these mini cakes and just smashed it across Bruce’s face- mushing it around. Lex was having a field day. It was so weird to see him so genuinely happy.”

“Is there video footage of it? I would love to see that.” Nolan laughs along. “Dude, there’s so much footage- Lex has like fifteen to thirty cameras in a room, he made compilations of it!” Mark looks at the smiling man. “He even had a camera in the buttons of his suit. He gave that first-row view of the cake smash to the highest bidder.”

“And he still shares the memes on his social media.” Your voice cut through their laughter, making the young man snort. “No! He still does? Is he set on never making Bruce forget that?” Nolan looks at his cackling son. “Would you let the man forget that?” His smirk only gets wider as his son beams with a no.

Nolan gently nudged you away as he told Mark to take a break. “We need to talk.” You pouted at his words while landing on a rooftop. “We talked.” Your grumble was met with a raised eyebrow. “No. We fought, and then you interrogated me about the Justice League.” He chides. “We need to have a serious talk.”

The old Viltrumite could see the nervousness and doubt in you. So, he wanted to make sure you knew where you stood. “I know my actions hurt you in ways I don’t think will be fully salvageable. I won’t try to justify myself, I won’t try to tell you that you’re wrong for feeling any negative sentiments towards me. You have every right to because you are correct in your points. I was a coward, I should have gone to the guardians and faced their ire. I should have trusted that you and Mark had my back.”

“No matter what, if you hate me, if you don’t want to see me again, you’ll always be my daughter, my baby.” The hand he put on your shoulder was warm and slightly shaky, betraying how nervous he actually felt. “I’ll always be in your corner, no matter what, no matter how hard you try to push me away. I’ll make sure to repent for my mistakes towards you, Mark, and Debbie for the rest of my life.”

“Stop it.” You sniff. “You’ll make me cry again. And damn right you’ll repent for what you did. I’ll make sure of it.” He smiles as you gently slap his arm. “I’ll hold you to it.” His eyebrows furrowed, asking if you had seen Andressa since she hadn’t come to check up on them in a while. “She’s taking a nap. Don’t disturb your baby mama, ass.” You roll your eyes while lifting off the ground, flying away as the man pouts.

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Harvey Dent raised an eyebrow at the message he received, a shit-eating grin overtaking his mug. “Looks like our little magic girl is coming back to the planet in a few days. With a few stowaways.” Two-Face shows the message to Jason. “How mad do you think Bruce will be?”

Jason just gives the man an evil smile. “Very.” The young man almost purrs as he begins giggling, laughing as if he was snorting Joker Gas. Roy Harper just looks at the scene with a shaky smile. “Ok… I think I need someone to spill some tea about what’s happening.” Harvey just scoffs. “Take a seat if you really want to know. It’s a long story.”

Roy just shrugs, pulling the chair out and dropping into it. "I think you're just exaggerating there, law man." That seems to only make Jason laugh harder, creating doubt into the young father. "Oh- you'll regret saying that by the time we're done." Our favorite crime lord counters, snickering as he pours his friend a glass of whiskey.

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[thesafecafe]

Just the Two of Us - P.JS

A/N: So this is for my baby @andysorbit !! It's made with love (and a hint of sadism). I love you Andy babyyy, I hope you enjoy it!

Summary: After a fight with your fiance Jisung, you don't call him for two weeks, going to stay with a mutual friend. But when you return, he's willing to make sure you know exactly where home is. CW + Disclaimer: 18+, MDNI, non-idol au, club owner Jisung, black fem reader, slight angst, mentions of violence (towards Hyuck), smut, clit smacking, unprotected sex (don't), reader has big boobs, tiddie sucking, biting, finger sucking, oral, cum swallowing, switching positions, multiple orgasms, cream pie, degradation & praise, name calling, smut under the cut, enjoy! Lmk if I forgot anything! (My smut skills a lil rusty, so forgive any cringe parts LMAO). Word count: 3.6k

It wasn’t very often that you and Haechan got to hang out. It wasn’t that you two didn’t like each other, it was quite the opposite. You loved hanging out with him, but it often resulted in your mutual friends separating you due to some unfortunate mishap that was usually a direct cause of your behavior. But tonight was different. How so? You wanted to punch his lights out.

“Hyuck I should rock your shit! Why’d you bring me here?!” You were tempted to wrap your hands around his neck and strangle him until he turned blue. “Oh come on! You’ve been at my place for two weeks, and I know you miss him!” He waved his hand towards the Bohemian curtain covered entryway into his friend’s private section of the club he owned. He’d brought you on a night when the club was closed, blindfolded and unaware. “He misses you too!”

You groaned internally. Months of suppressed feelings, jealous moments, and heated words had erupted in the biggest argument you’d had in your relationship with your fiance, Jisung. Insecurities had reared their ugly heads in your relationship, and you had stormed out. You hadn’t talked to each other in two weeks. You weren’t ready to face him yet, the guilt from yelling at him eating away at you. Of course, you weren’t the only one in the wrong, but you still felt responsible. Before anxiety could eat at you further, Haechan nudged you forward. 

“Come on. I know neither of you have been home, and you need each other. He loves you more than anything in this world, and I’ve never seen either of you more happy than when you’re with each other. I’m pretty fucking awesome, but I’m not him mama.” You know he’s right. You know you love Jisung more than almost anything in this world. Haechan’s usual nickname for you, which usually brought a wave of butterflies to your stomach, didn’t even elicit a reaction in the face of the realization that no one else in the world had your heart like he did.

“Now you know I’m right. Now go fix this, make out, apologize, suck his dick, however you two work things out. I have to go and tend to someone’s black eye. See you later! Or, well, hopefully not.” You swatted him,  and he laughed as he made his way out, leaving you with your thoughts. The silence made you nervous, and you took a few deep breaths. It was now or never, and you had to face him again some day. Wiping off your palms, you took the first step forward.

Your legs carried you through the curtain, and into the room that your lover was in. As your eyes adjusted to the dim light, you spotted him, sitting at his usual booth. Files littered the table, haphazard and unorganized. Jisung looked through them one last time before cursing. You watched as he took off his glasses, setting them down, before he grabbed his drink. A scotch on the rocks, a drink you regularly teased him for drinking, calling it an old man's drink. He leaned back to drink it, taking a few sips before he noticed you. 

“Hi…” You managed to speak without your voice shaking, mentally patting yourself on the back. He looked at you, his expression unreadable. He lifted a hand towards you, waving you over. You walked until you stood in front of his table. “You’re here. What happened to Hyuck?” He stared up at you. “He brought me here actually. And he said he had to tend to someone’s black eye.”

Jisung nodded, and set his drink down. “Are you staying?” It was your turn to nod, holding your head down. An awkward silence filled the air. After a while though, you couldn’t stand it anymore.

 “Look, Jisung, I'm sorry. I didn’t mean to c-” You cut yourself off when he hold up his hand, silencing you. “I know. I’m sorry too, and since you’re back, I already know we’re going to be okay. And I forgive you. You forgive me right?” You raise your head at his tone, but you agree. “Good. And you know that I love you, right? No matter what?”  You nod again, unsure of where this was going. It was making you nervous.

“Jisung, are you breaking up with me?” Your stomach twists in knots at the possibility of the answer. But before you can get too deep in your head, he quickly reassures you. “No! No babe, I’m not breaking up with you. Come here.” He shoved the table out of your way, making room for you to stand between his thighs. He grabbed your hand once you were close enough, threading his fingers between yours. “I just want to put this argument behind us as soon as possible. I missed you.” He finally smiles, and just like that, a weight has been lifted from your chest. 

You leaned down, pecking his lips. “I missed you too, Ji.” He brought his hands up to your face, pulling you in for a deeper kiss, his tongue slipping past your lips, and sliding up against yours. After a few moments, he broke away. “I’m glad you did, baby. Now, on your knees.” The smile on your face quickly morphed into one of confusion. Jisung was sitting there in front of you, caressing your face and smiling at you like you were the most precious thing in his world, completely in contrast with what his words just implied. “Sorry, what?”

Jisung’s grin grew wider. “You heard me baby. Don’t make me have to put you there myself.” A shiver ran up your spine at the command, and you found yourself sinking to your knees in front of him. “Ji, I thought you forgave me-” You are silenced when he puts a finger to your lips. “Shh baby. You're right, you are forgiven. Mostly. But you’re not off the hook just yet.” Tapping your lips, Jisung’s smirk grew wider when your lips parted, and slipped his middle finger right into your mouth. “Did you really think I was gonna let it slide that you ran off to another man’s house for two weeks without calling me?” He slipped another finger into your mouth, and slowly started moving them up and down. 

Your eyes widened as you realized what was happening. He chuckled darkly at your expression. “Aww, don’t look so surprised baby. You knew I wouldn't stand for it, you had to. My baby couldn’t be so stupid. Could she?” You could feel the way his words started to affect you, and your cheeks warmed. “You had to know how that would affect me; how mad, no, how fucking pissed I was. Maybe you are stupid after all.”

If you weren’t wet before, you definitely were now. Jisung thrust his fingers faster in your mouth, his fingers drenched in the saliva pooling around your tongue. Some of it dribbled down your chin. He pressed further a bit,  making you gag around his fingers a bit before pulling them back out. “Look at you baby, such a messy little whore. You look so pretty on your knees. Spread your legs.” 

You felt your cheeks grow warmer, but you did as he said. It was pitiful how wet your panties were, and even more embarrassing when he laughed at you. “Aww, how pathetic. Your panties are that wet from having something in your mouth?” His lips formed into a fake pout. “I haven't even done anything to you yet.” 

Heat was spreading over your body as he looked at you. You whined, wanting him to do something instead of just stare. “Ji, please, I…” Your words died off as he made direct eye contact with you. “You what baby? You want me to fuck you?” You looked down, unable to meet his eyes. He was having none of it though, and with his clean hand, he forced your chin back up. His fingers pressed into your cheeks. “Look at me. Tell me that you want me to fuck you.” 

“I want you to fuck me.” Jisung laughed cruelly, his own gaze dropping for a moment. “So you can behave when it comes to dick? I should expect no less from a pathetic slut like you. Stand up, take them off.” You stood, sliding your panties down carefully. “God, they were almost glued to you, weren’t they?” He pulled you towards him, his hands raising your already short dress higher. He rested a hand on your bare ass, holding you steady. His soaked fingers slid against your wetness, the tips of his fingers grazing against your clit. You shuddered at the sensation, a whine slipping past your lips.

“Ah ah ah, shhh baby. You wanted this right? You want me to fuck you right?” You nodded, averting your gaze. “Exactly. You’re getting what you want” his fingers suddenly thrust into you, making you gasp, “so don’t complain.” His fingers slammed into you at a brutal pace, making an obscene sound that rang out in the empty club. Your mouth hung open, and you held onto his shoulders for support. He pulled his fingers out of you, this time moving the frantic energy of his hand to your clit. He smiled as you shuddered above him.

“Feel good baby? Yeah? You love when I use my fingers like this? I shouldn’t even let you cum, not talking to me for two weeks. You don’t deserve it.” You whined, feeling your legs shake and your stomach drop at the thought of him stopping right now.  “Please, Ji, please  let me cum! I’m sorry! Promise it won’t happen again, I promise!” Your words slurred together as you whined, but you couldn’t bring yourself to feel embarrassed about it. “How could I deny my sweet girl, when you look so adorable like this?” The intensity in his gaze caught you off guard. “Cum for me baby. All over my hand, just like that.” His words coaxed you over the edge, and your body shook as your orgasm sent shockwaves of pleasure through you.

 Jisung carefully pulled you closer, pulling you down enough to kiss your forehead, and then your lips. “So good for me baby.” As your breath returned to normal, he slowly pushed you back to your position on the floor, on your knees. “Clean up your mess baby.” He pressed his soaked fingers to your lips, and you opened your mouth, but this time, you had your own agenda. Taking only his middle finger in your mouth, you swirl your tongue around it, before taking it into your mouth as deeply as you could. You sucked at it gently, before releasing it.

Jisung groaned, visibly affected by your little stunt. He knew what you were up to, but he didn’t mind. “Real subtle, baby. But since you’re eager to show off, I won’t stop you.” Maintaining eye contact with you, he unbuckled his belt with one hand, pulling it off completely. You reached up, unzipping his pants, and were rewarded with the sight of the bulge against his underwear. You quickly freed him from his underwear. He sighed once you had him in your hand, the thick, veiny length throbbing in your palm.

Guiding him towards your mouth, you held back a giggle at the groan he let out as you started flicking your tongue across the tip. Your hand moved up and down the base slowly, the gentle but firm grip you had on him making his head spin. He hissed when one of your nails grazed his skin. “Fuck, baby, do that again.” You eased your grip a bit to let your nails rake against him as you moved, fully sucking on his tip now.

Jisung threw his head back, cursing. He bit his lip as you finally removed your hand, taking him deeper in your mouth. You slowly bobbed your head up  and down, hollowing your throat and cheeks from time to time. “Fuck, you're so pretty like this. My pretty  slut, so fucking beautiful.” You felt pride and warmth swell in your chest as he praised you, loving that you could have just as much of an effect on him that he could on you.

“You're making me feel so good baby, so good. Wanna make me cum, yeah? Wanna make me cum all over that beautiful face?” He smiled at you, brushing a few stray braids away from your face. You nodded, still swirling your tongue around him. “Let me fuck your face then. Will you let me use that pretty mouth, baby?” You pulled back, releasing him from your mouth. “I thought you'd never ask.” You opened your mouth wide, not even needing to be told to.

“Good girl. Here, let me help you  though.” Leaning over your head, he pulled a spare hair tie from his pocket, quickly trying your braids back. He knew you'd just gotten them done, and there would be hell to pay on his end if he pulled one too hard. Once he was done, he sat back up. “Take off your dress baby. And your bra.” You quickly did as he said, before resuming your position. Jisung unbuttoned his shirt, allowing you to see his toned abdomen underneath. 

Grabbing your face, he presses his hand to either side of your cheeks, making your mouth open wider. He presses his hips forward, lining himself up with your mouth. “Ready baby?” You give him a thumbs up, one of your nonverbal signs of consent. Pushing himself past your lips, he moans, louder this time. You both know that he's already close to his end, but neither of you care. Setting up a pace you're familiar with, Jisung began fucking your face, curses and moans of your name slipping past his lips.

“Your mouth feels so good, holy fuck!” His eyes rolled back, and he started to feel lightheaded. “I'm gonna cum, right in this pretty mouth, fuck baby.” His hips jerked, stuttering as he got closer. You weren't making it any easier, sucking on him whenever he lingered a second too long before pulling out again. With a few more shallow thrusts in your mouth, he paused, his orgasm finally washing over him. Hot, sticky, and white ropes of cum filled your mouth, and you pulled off of him so that none would spill out. 

When he came down from his high, Jisung smiled at you, his signature dorky grin. “You’re so good to me angel.” He smoothed his hands over your head gently, looking at you with so much love and adoration in his eyes, it was making your heart speed up. He pinched the sides of your lips, causing some of his cum to spill out of your mouth. He caught it with his  fingers, spreading it over your chin and cheeks. You swallowed the rest, showing him when you were done. “Good job baby. Come here.” He pulled you up from your knees, and made you straddle his thighs. He pulled your face close to him, kissing your lips passionately. You tugged at his shirt, and he pulled it off his shoulders, breaking the kiss to do so.

“You okay baby? I wasn’t too rough was I?” You shook your head. “I’m okay Ji. A little hoarse, but okay.” He smiled, kissing your forehead. “Good. I’m not done with you yet, and I don’t want you to be in pain.” He smirked, kissing you again, before pulling his pants down further. “I want you to ride me. Think you can do that baby?” You nodded, but he shook his head. “Words baby. You know how to use your mouth don’t you?” Your eyebrows raised, still taken a bit off guard by his vulgarity. “Yes Ji, I can.” He sat back, allowing you to align yourself over him properly, before slowly sinking onto his dick. 

You both moaned at the feeling. Once he was all the way in, you took a moment to adjust to his size, reveling in the feeling of being filled up so nicely. You started to move when you were ready, setting a comfortable pace for the both of you. “Look how well you fit around me, you’re so fucking perfect.” He groaned, eyes glued to where your bodies connected. He slowly looked up, taking in every inch of your body. He paused when  his eyes landed on your boobs. Squishing them together in his hands, he leaned forward, swirling his tongue around one, then the other. He gave equal attention to each of your boobs, licking, sucking, and biting them until marks were starting to form on your skin. 

You moaned, loving the attention he was showing to your chest. You were starting to pick up speed as you rode him, getting you both closer to the edge. He let go of your boobs, moving his hands down to your hips. He slammed his hips upwards into you, meeting each of your movements with his own. “Yeah, just like that, fuck baby. You’re squeezing me so tightly, I know you’re close.” He reached between your bodies, his fingers coming down to play with your clit. You threw your head back cursing. “Are you gonna cum baby? Yeah?” You whined at his words, nodding, too caught up in the sensations you were feeling to speak. “Go on then. Cum for me baby. Yeah, let go just like that, I got you.” 

Your walls spasmed around him as you came, and he put an arm around you, steadying you both as your orgasm sent him right into his. He grunted, his eyes rolling back and closing momentarily. With a speed that you’d never seen before, he switched your positions, manhandling you so that you were both on the floor now, and you were on all fours. Before you could speak, you felt him behind you, slipping back into the warmth of your soft walls. He immediately started to move, his hand gripping your hips while pounding into your pussy like his life depended on it. 

“Fuck, Ji, sensitive- ah!” Your body jerked at the feeling of his hand coming down to play with your clit again. He was driving the both of you into overstimulation, but he didn’t care. He needed you, his craving for your body and presence having skyrocketed during your time apart. “You’re mine baby. This pussy is mine. And you’ll never run to some other man when we’re having problems ever again, will you? Say it. Promise me.” 

You cried out as he smacked your clit, getting you closer to your third orgasm. “I promise, fuck I promise not to do it again! I’m yours!” He smirked, his tongue lolling out of his mouth as he continued drilling you. One last harsh smack to your clit had you seeing stars all over again, your legs giving out on you.

Jisung held you up, not far behind you as he painted your insides  white once more, his tip pressed against that spongy spot inside of you. You caught your breath on the floor, acutely aware of the things around you.  In the sudden silence of the club, time seemed to pass incredibly slowly. Once you were sure that your breathing was back to normal, you turned to see how your fiance was doing. You made eye contact with him to see he was already staring at you, a shy grin on his face. He pulled out of you carefully, causing you to hiss.

“Sorry baby. Here, let me help you get dressed and find a towel for you.” Pulling his clothes back on quickly, he ran to his personal bar, grabbing a clean towel. He ran it under some warm water before coming back to you. Helping you off of the floor, he laid you on the couch, slipping your dress back on. He carefully wiped between your legs, wiping any extra fluids away. When he was done, he set the towel aside, coming to sit next to you. He took you in his arms, and kissed your forehead. “Never knew you were so possessive Ji.” You teased him, a lazy smile on your face.

His ears flushed a deep red, and he giggled nervously. “Yeah, well, how could I not be? You’re the best thing that ever happened to me, and I don’t wanna let you go, ever. Call me selfish, but I love you more than anything in this world, so deal with it.” You rolled your eyes at his sass, but his words made your heart flutter. “You mean the world to me too Jisung. I love you too.” He leaned in, kissing your lips, sweetly and softly. Suddenly, you heard your phone buzzing. You broke the kiss to check it.You saw it was an incoming call from Haechan.

You answered it, putting it on speakerphone for Jisung to hear as well. “Hey Hyuck. What’s up?” Haechan grunted as he answered.  “Hey mama, tell your boyfriend the next time he punches someone, make sure it’s not Jaehyun. This bitch has made me run up and down his apartment stairs at least twenty times.” Jisung’s eyes widened, and he quickly snatched your phone up. “Oops, sorry, broken connection Hyuck, bye!” 

He hung up the phone, throwing it over to the other side of the booth. He gave you a sheepish look as you narrowed you eyes at him. “Is that why Hyuck said he had to tend to a black eye? Jisung!” He held his hands up in surrender. “Okay I shouldn’t have punched him, bot I saw him looking at your ass in those pictures from when you and Hyuck went to the bowling alley! He shouldn’t have been looking!” You glared at him for a few more moments, before  bursting into laughter. “God, what am I gonna do with you, hm?” 

Jisung smiled. “Love me? And you already do, so I think we’ll be alright.” You knew he was right. As long as the two of you tried, you would be okay. You could make it, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

[writingwisterias]

I know requests are closed so there really isn't any rush, please take your time and respond when you are ready. :) But I would love to hear your take on the reader letting Leon use them as a toy, while he looks at porn or scrolls other girls profiles. I just want to be a vessel for his cock and nothing more <3

I sure can omgggg, I mixed this is with an idea that has been stuck in my head all fucking day! I know this is late lmao but it works perfectly. I can't tell if I hate or love it either

Warnings: SMUT, MDNI, Degradation Kink, Cock warming, Dom!Leon, Intox Kink, Age-Gap, Overstimuation, Dickhead!Leon, Erectile dysfunction (Whiskey Dick), Light Praise kink, Creampie, Unprotected Sex, Reverse Cow-girl, Light Angst, Drinking, Alcoholism, Self-doubt

Vendetta!Leon x AFAB!Fem!Reader

It wasn't normal to have a relationship like this, you knew that. To be with someone so closed off to not only the people they care about but themselves. You knew you weren't going to get anything better with him but he still gave you attention. Still kissed your pretty tears away when he would fuck you. Being used by him at least made you feel like you had a purpose in this life, that someone actually wanted you.

It didn't matter it was just for sex. For Leon that was perfect having no connection to someone meaning he didn't have to spill the horrors that plagued him.

It wasn't unusual for you to saunter into bars, prying on the broken men slumped against the stools for free drinks. Uni was rough, barely having enough money to pay for your food yet alone the drinks you craved. All that work, a diploma under your belt just for you to be wondering here every night dressed to the point where your tits might as well just hang out. Normally as a thanks to the poor souls you would convince to get a drink or two, you'd drag the round back or to the toilets and give them a few pumps of their gross cocks and then leave them in the alleyway drowning in the aftermath of their orgasm.

Not Leon though.

He didn't fall for it. Leon's words never slurred like the others guys did, his shoes didn't drag across the floor in an eager drunken stumble as he followed you with a warning smirk. You weren't used to drunk men being so coherent with you, to actually realize they were paying for your drinks with the promise of a ghost of your touch. The growing pit in your stomach told you that you would have to do more than a few fake moans and whimpers to get him to cum. His looks made it worthwhile, his attitude demanded your attention and effort. Almost like if you didn't cave into this persona he put in place you weren't worth his time.

However, Leon differed to the other men, somehow in a more pathetic way that caused you to suck in you bottom lip to prevent the low chuckle. No despite the darker look in his eyes, the ego you were surprised even fit in the bar entrance. The poor guy could not get his cock to rise. His cheeks flushed pink as he stared at his stubborn dick as it flopped pathetic in front of you. Trust it to ruin his night further.

You thought Whiskey dick was just a rumour, never really experiencing despite all the older men you dragged around like a puppy on a leash...it until now. Maybe that's why you took pity on him and allowed him to drag you back to his home on a risky drunken bike ride.

It was all so dangerous...so thrilling. Being dragged back to the strangers house, the feeling of sipping the alcohol from the glass he held in hand. That night changed everything, not just for him but for you. Perhaps this was you purpose in life. Your true calling was to be this sex doll for a depressed alcoholic so he could finally get some release in his supposed shit life.

It should have insulted you more that the only purpose you to him was to be a glorified doll but then you would have gotten this lavish life. To be able to wander around his penthouse free of rent, money chucked at your feet to keep you quiet as he sauntered off to god knows where. Your soul purpose to him was to sit there and look pretty.

So that's exactly what you did.

Leon's cock was so far inside of you stretching the limits of your poor pussy. It had been hours since he managed to get it to even twitch let alone becoming hard enough for you to sit on it like this. He spent half the time blaming it on the stress from the mission he had just returned from and not the whiskey glass that was sat on the side table. Your throat burned from the neat liquid that he gave you. He had to share...he always shared. You didn't care though not when it took away the burn from his stretch or the ache in your thighs from where they remained spread out across his own.

He didn't pay any attention to you, no, his eyes were glued to the phone that he held out to the both of you. Your job was to squirm and clench him as he watched the porn he pulled up. His fingers absently moved around that needy little clit drawing figures of 8 around the puffy nerve. Smirking at the small gasps that left your lips as his finger pinched it. You couldn't see the video, not with the tipsy glaze that washed over them. Instead you had to rely on the stimulation he was giving you to reach an orgasm.

You moaned loudly as he finally started to move his hips, a shallow grind nothing like the pace the man had on the video he was watching. Leon liked to make it last, after all the days of him getting this hard and thick were far and few between. The sudden change was a lot for your tispy brain, his soft grunts filled your ear as he nipped at your neck. You felt his arm around your waist tightening as he adjusted you. "Shh, just take it" Leon grunted, his lips muting you in a harsh kiss. His lips tasting like the remains of the whiskey from his last sip.

"Good girl" He groaned as his hips grinded inside you, his length barely exiting you.

You cheeks flushed darker with the compliment, your back arching against his chest just for something...any form of simulation. Leon's grip loosened around your waist allowing your hips to circle slightly. You listened as his grunts soon turned into groans as he felt your walls contract around him. You worked yourself to an orgasm, providing him with the warmth as stimulation of your moments not entertainment.

Leon's eyes still remained only on the small screen. Watching the guys cock slide in and out of the girls pussy much like his was doing right now.

He watched your breasts bounce in the corner of his eye as you adjusted yourself to used his knees for leverage to bounce once his arm fell from your waist. Your nails bit into the fabric of his trousers. "Fuck" You muttered as he shfited himself to sink back in the chair, his legs spreading wider. "Shit I needed this...I need you" He groaned. You weren't sure if he was telling the truth most of the time. You could never tell if you were actually something to him instead of a glorified fleshlight.

"Much better than my hand or any toy...my personal little sex doll"

Each word sent tingles down to your pussy, your clit twitching against his balls. "Leon-"

"Dolls don't talk sweetheart, I want to hear my video"

An apology lingered on your lips along with your moans and whimpers silenced by the bite of your lower lip. You were you to do anything above your station for him. It was all becoming too much, his cock was perfect filling you perfectly as the tip brushed against that spongy spot inside. The twitches of it were becoming more violent the closer he got. His grunts and groans finally becoming breathless, all signs that he was almost done. That his tired dick was finally ready to pump the cum it was meant to do after so long of forcing it to rise.

Your moan slipped past your lips as your orgasm finally snapped, your walls sucking him in tightly. No doll could do that, squeeze him like a vice as they whimpered and shivered on his lap. "Fuck sweetheart" He grunted as he buillied his cum into you. His eyes only leaving the phone to pull you back against him to stop the obstruction to the money shot of his cum leaking out from between you falling on the fabric that surrounded his balls. He watched your chest rise and fall you heaved out breaths, your limbs becoming loose on him like a weighted blanket.

It didn't take long as guilt settled whilst he came down from his high. Leon the thought about the way he treated you, the way you just put up with it all with no complaints. As if that was your only worth in this life.

He couldn't bare look in the mirror not when the eyes of his younger self would stare back in shame. Instead his fingers placed the phone on the side table and reached for the whiskey instead. Drowning the thoughts was better whenever it was with your pussy or the amber liquid. He wasn't ready to face the younger version of himself. Or the belongings that he managed to keep buried deep on the top shelf of the closet, where they should stay.

He knew you had your own problems that's why you didn't hesitate as he bought the glass to your lips. You didn't cough as the burn of the amber liquid settled on your chest. Instead you looked at him, eyes begging and craving for something more from him. This was the only intimacy that you got, these post nut clarity where his mind was just slightly clearer. Perhaps this is all you'll ever get from him. The intoxicating whirlpool of Leon Kennedy.

[uki01]

Hello!! I have a simple sonic character request if you're open to it!

Okay so what if sonic or shadow (are both!) are with reader and reader decides to take them to go roller skating!

And so they go out to the place, have fun, etc, but when they're roller skating reader accidentally trips over their own skates and crashes into either character falling on top of them!

And then the two get flustered and then continue on having fun!!

Okay this is it!! I hope you have a wonderful day/night/evening/ect!! Love your work 🫶

”Whoopises Daisies!”

Sonic The Hedgehog and Shadow The Hedgehog x Reader (Separately).

Author’s Note: Thanks for the request! I mainly just dis Reader being flustered so sorry for the change!

Warning: Bit suggestive, Sonic being a smug annoying ahh and Shadow being a total flirt, for some reason so might be OOC with Shadow

Sonic The Hedgehog

You suggested this idea, and Sonic immediately agreed, I mean of course you want to go out with him! He’s excited to roller skate with you! (And show off his moves).

You weren’t a pro at roller skating so you had trouble balancing yourself, Sonic slides in and says he’ll help you with a few teases from him but was willing to help you, which you let him!

And it was fun! Until you tripped and lost your balance.

Sonic barely reacted so you just landed on him, unexpectedly.

After you got up and start gaining your vision after collapsing, your face starts to turn red when you realise you are sitting on top of Sonic, who’s also surprised, looked up at you then smirked.

”Well if you wanted to be on top, you could’ve just asked.”

His muzzle was left with a slap on his cheek after he said that.

It was so worth it though, for Sonic at least.

You two just continued with your roller skating, as much as he was annoying and smug to you, you loved every bit of this moment, and so did Sonic.

”This is fun babe, we should do this more often, and maybe keep the falling on top of me for when we are alone together?”

You slapped him again, worth it, Sonic’s words.

Shadow The Hedgehog

You brought up the idea of going roller skating, Shadow did put some thought into it, like he always does and agreed to go.

Shadow was naturally a pro and I mean, come on the guy roller skates and he has.. well… roller skates! Or air shoes as he likes to call them.

And you! You weren’t, so you struggled a lot, so! Shadow insisted he’ll help you, which you let him.

It was all fine and fun until your leg decided to do funny tricks and made you trip.

Shadow didn’t have time to react so he was fell down along with you on top of him.

You sat your upper body up, apologising to him, but Shadow just waves his hand, dismissing the apology from you and decides to drop a flirty line on you and is smirking for once when he looks at you.

”I should be mad… but you feel kinda nice, so I’ll allow it.”

Man, this guy really has you on your knees, resulted in him getting his head backhand by you, which Shadow surprisingly chuckles at when you did that, your face looks like a tomato at this point.

As soon as you two got up, you started skating again with him, and this time watching where your foot steps with Shadow’s assistance and advices.

“Make sure you watch your feet. We don’t want anymore accidents now… or do we?”

You laughed at his attempt to flirt with you and gave him a kiss on the cheek, Shadow smiles (what a rare moment) a little at this, you two enjoyed this very moment and plan on cherishing it forever.

Author’s Note: Hope you enjoyed this one Anon!

[boosnotes]

Sonic T. Hedgehog x reader (platonic) & Shadow T. Hedgehog x reader (romantic)

Warning: none

Genre: eeeh... comedy? cause its not funny and absurd enough to be a crack fic

A/n: im not totally in love with this work, but i hate throwing them away

"I think I like Shadow." You blurted out suddenly, Sonic slowly turned his head around and gave you a very concerned look. You two were hanging out, watching a shitty movie, one of those that are so bad they're good. This was something you had to get out of your chest, to try at least to check if it's actually real and not your brain confusing love for having someone just treating you decently.

"Why would you do that to yourself?" His tone showed genuine worry, he hadn't moved a bit, his body was in shock, but his face wasn't, and his hand was still in the air right about to eat a chip.

"I don't know…" You now hang your head low, trying to make sense of your life choices, this one by far was one of your more questionable ones, which isn't a lot if you think about it, don't think about it, you're already dealing with something too serious for your heart. The blue hedgehog slowly nodded, his body relaxing a little, seeing his shoulder slack down and his hand retrieved back to the chip bowl.

"Ok… What do you like about him?" He tapped around the topic, he deserved some kind of explanation after that bomb of a statement. There was a part of him that wanted to support you, but it seemed that you didn't even support yourself. Shadow was a complicated person in general, even to befriend, he had a lot of first-hand experience in that.

"Ummm… His personality?" That came out way more in a questioning way than a statement, did you seriously like this guy? He is attractive indeed, but that's just an objective fact, not much of an opinion, but is he enough to make you like him in that way? I mean, sure, you had dreamt of him way too many times, but that's normal, totally platonic, you never kissed him in those dreams, ok, you did fuck that one time, but it doesn't even count.

"Which one? Depressed emotionally unavailable guy?" Your statements did not stop surprising him, it felt like he was chained to the ocean and tortured by feeling the waves hit him with brute force. "Yeah, I guess…" He is sweet in his way, he just has a hard time expressing his emotions. And it's really interesting when he has those moments of talking, he knows a lot about the things he loves. He also gifts you useful things, like vitamins and a spare gun, and he takes the time to teach you how to use it correctly.

"Dude…" You stayed in an awkward silence, him staring at you as if you grew a head out of your toe. He was a hopeful guy, but maybe you weren't part of that hope. He doesn't even know if Shadow even considers him his friend, he will break your heart.

"What? I think I do, like really do. Should I confess?" You gave him a tight-set smile, clearly uncomfortable and scared of that idea. He was unpredictable, and you didn't want him to hate you or be disgusted by you, you are well aware feelings are not his forte, but you don't want to lie to him either, you don't know if you can now that you're aware of this. Sonic's eyebrows dropped and shook his head, no, it was a bad idea.

"I can be your wingman-"

"No." You cut him off, if confessing was bad, having him put you together was ten times worse. You were doomed, you fucked up, you did the only thing you were not supposed to. The moment he saw you panicking internally, he grabbed your shoulder and made you look at him.

"Stop, you're going to be the cutest couple ever, I will make that happen, even if it costs my life." His eyes were determined, they had that characteristic fire he had when battling, it made you calm down, and he always got his way, for better or worse. You gently nodded your head, making the executive decision to put your future love life in his hand. Maybe it was another of your questionable decisions, but you didn't want to deal with that.

Either way, if this goes bad, you can always blame it on Sonic being Sonic

[purpdrawsthings]

Are We Still Friends In Every Universe? 💜💙

Of course we are.

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Hihi everybody have this low effort edit lmao

This just floated around in my mind during school a few days ago, decided just now to make the vid.

SMG43 AUs are wild man. You can find a whole variety of them in all shapes and sizes 💥

Truly astounding ✨

Srry for the first and second image being low quality after I was not holding my camera properly and I do not want to do a retake

Anyways I'm just boutta yap about the vid because yes and yes.

First image - If you don't know, those two are my versions of SMG4 and 3! They both belong in my Purp's Crew AU. I cannonically make them lovers ofc, they so cute together I love them. Funni 4 thoughts while 3 tries his best to answer the question lmao.

Second image - This is from my Brainwashed AU! An AU where they work under Mr Puzzles as overworked employees 💜 4 is the most tired out of the crew, so he can break down easily. Thankfully, there's 3 to always keep him warm even in the dark. They consider them both as just friends but maybe it's more than that teehee

Third image @michaelscorneroftheinternet @dorriostareyes - The first featured AU in the video! The au belongs to both Micheal and Dorriostareyes =3 you can depict this as either the Change In Script AU or The Fallen! Wasn't really intended to depict two AUs but hey depicting two AUs by the two same people who make it is cool ig. This just shows how complex their relationship is hehe, I love angst.

Fourth image @theartistisme43 - THEMMMMM oh wait COUGH- gotta act professional... I had to add ✨them✨ cuz it's ✨them✨ ofc. We had to take a break from the depressed/angsty ones so have adorable couple. This is just to show that they can love each other in another universe [which was real lmao 💜]

Fifth image @grinnames - Godbox bois 💥 it's them, yes them ✨ guh I love them. Anyways, they're just there to show how they can be not necessarily friends but more or so frenemies.. Very complex bois... Tbh I think they lying /silly /jk anyways uh... Shoot my brain juice is running out AIYSIAHSIHX

Sixth image @jovialoddity - HELP I WAS AT SCHOOL WHEN DOODLING THIS SO I DIDN'T REMEMBER THEIR EXACT DESIGNS GUH. Anywaysssss I see them as being neutral together. No gay bois sadly /silly though I'm not really sure about that one sidhidhsudgdihxi it's not me who made the AU Jovi did so uhhhhh yeah if I got it wrong sowwy =D

Seventh image - Now for the last image, it's the two bois from my Circus Showman AU! Their relationship does go the same like my Purp's Crew AU but since SMG4 changed his direction to focus more on his circus thing 3 thought it was just weird and just didn't feel like joining what 4 was doing. That's where the relationship stopped. But ever since 4 came in back to personally invite him and persuade him, their relationship and gone back and slowly rising as the story continues. Their relationship is progressing much slower than the other AU, but they doin fine together hehe =3

Anyways I apologize if any of you couldn't understand a thing I said cuz as one of my traits I have the wonderful trait of not being able to explain stuff clearly without making it more complex than it should be.

Anyways I'm going to disappear before I start being lazy again so byeeee yeetus =3 💥💥💥

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[angelltheninth]

Those Who Meet in the Shadows

Pairing: Jason Todd x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, hate sex, rough sex, degradation, secret relationship, name calling-pussy slapping, dub-con, implied voyeurism

Word count: 0.7k

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A/N: Just Jason Todd being an asshole. I like that version of him.

Jason smirked at you, his armor leaving indents on your thighs as they were spread out for him. "Wipe that smirk of you face already, its disturbing." You push your hand against him, of which he bites the fingers off one by one as the table under you shakes from the force of his deep, hard thrusts. "Fuck! Are you trying to break the table?"

"No, just you." He pushes closer, his hands on your hips, encouraging you to roll your hips with him. You try not to, you try not to give him the satisfaction of it, but can't resist him, "What would Bruce say if he knew his new friend was spreading her legs for me? Bet he'd be really angry with you. Yeah, I'm thinking... a little spanking for the naughty girl."

"Bruce wouldn't- ah, fuck, oh!" You grabbed onto the edge of the table, your cowl fully slipping, your face revealed, eyes widening. "D-Don't look at me you motherfucker, this is just-" He slapped your pussy again before pressing his fingers against your clit.

Your hips rose from the table to meet his thrusts, the echoing sounds filling the storage house. The weapons you used lay aside, the condom wrapper glistening in the dim light. At least he remembered that not wanting a repeat of you denying him like last time.

Last time. "We should stop doing this Jason. It' wrong." You were a hero, and him... something much darker, not a villain not yet but he was so close to that title.

"Yeah its real fucked up how easy you are. Letting me fuck you, coming all the time, screaming my name. But you have been distracting me more then usual. Maybe you should let every villain in this city fuck you, see if you can set them on the correct path. Then again, I am a very possessive man, I would kill any guy who wants this sweet hole. Its mine." Jason took your hands in one of his and pinned them down, "Keep them there, don't you dare move."

For some reason you listened. It was so shameful to obey him but had Jason's big, hard cock pumping in and out, making your body react.

"She obeys!" Jason boasted laugning.

"Fuck you." You still had the strength to flip him the bird.

"Aw that's adorable, is that the finger you use when you think of me?" You did. More then one finger because one wasn't nearly enough. "Bet you love having the real thing huh? Finally a man who knows what to do with a whore cunt like yours." He curled his finger over your clit, sending your back arching. "You think he's listening right now?"

No, the comms were off, you made sure of that. "N-No. He can't be."

"Then why is your pussy trembling so much? You want him to hear? Didn't know you let cockhungry sluts in your ranks these days Bruce. Must be real desperate. Poor little thing probably didn't even know how much of a slut she was." He spoke with an almost maniacal edge to his voice, his cock twitching inside you.

"S-Stop it. Its not true." You whimpered, getting all teary eyed.

"Yes. It. Is." He accompanied every word with a slap on your pussy, each sting making your head spin until a high pitched moan left your mouth, "Hear that Bruce?! That's your partner being my little whore!"

"I- I hate you." You managed to still bite back but your body didn't agree with your actions, and honestly you weren't sure your heart did either but that was easier to ignore when you were being pounded by Jason's cock. "I hate you, I hate you, I fucking hate you!" Jason was only spurred on by your words, fucking every inch of his fat cock into you until he felt your walls tighten. Despite your best efforts not to your body reacted to his, stars dancing behind your eyes, head spinning, only able to feel his cock still working between your legs and his fingers on your clit. "St-ah-op."

"But babygirl," Jason pulled out and took the condom off, letting the cum gather on the floor, "We still have the whole box of these to go through."

[ilylmwwifys]

AHH OMG, I LOVE THE NAGUMO FIC PLEASE CAN YOU MAKE A PT3 IM INLOVEEEEEEE

—𝑶𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒂 𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒈𝒆𝒕, 𝑨𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔

⏳ ,, fluff , one-shot , part 1 - part 2 READ a/n (end)

. 🕰 ; He refuses to give up, now that he had found her again—he's never letting her go, never.

You were now packing your things after checking all of your students’ papers swiftly—as expected from a former assassin, of course. Plus, you didn’t want Hana waiting too long.

After the whole thing at Sakamoto's convenience store, which happened just yesterday, your mind was still a mess.

Nagumo.

You had spent years pushing his existence into the farthest corners of your mind, convincing yourself that whatever had happened that night was nothing but a fleeting moment. Yet, in a single instant, he shattered every wall you had built. His embrace lingered like a ghost, a warmth you hadn’t felt in years, one you weren’t sure you were ready to feel again.

And now, here you were, trying to focus on grading papers while your mind kept replaying his words.

"Now that I’ve found her again, I’m never letting her go."

You shook your head, grabbing your bag. "Not my problem anymore," you muttered under your breath. You had a peaceful life now. Nagumo was just a reminder of a past you had buried.

Locking the classroom door behind you, you made your way down the empty school hallways. The sun had already begun its descent, casting golden hues through the windows.

Hana should be waiting at the playground by now. You quickened your pace, eager to see her. As you stepped outside, you spotted her instantly, Hana, laughing as she clung to the swings, her tiny feet kicking at the air. A warm smile made its way onto your lips. No matter what chaos the past tried to throw at you, she was your constant.

But then, your eyes caught something else.

A man stood nearby, hands in his pockets, dressed in a casual red-patterned polo. His dark hair swayed slightly in the evening breeze. He was watching Hana, not in a threatening way, but with a strange softness in his expression.

Nagumo.

Your stomach twisted. Of course.

His eyes flickered up, locking onto yours the moment he noticed your presence. That same familiar, unreadable look crossed his face before his usual teasing smirk returned.

"You’re late," he drawled. "Hana and I were just getting along." Your jaw tightened as you stalked toward him. "What the hell are you doing here?" Nagumo placed a hand on his chest, feigning hurt. "What, no ‘nice to see you’?"

You huffed, crossing your arms. "I told you, I’m done with that life. With you." Hana, oblivious to the tension, beamed up at him. "Nagumo-san said he used to work with you! Why didn’t you tell me you had cool friends, N/n-chan?"

Your eye twitched. Nagumo-san?!

Nagumo chuckled, giving you a smug look. "See? I already have her approval. That’s step one."

"Step one for what?" you asked warily. Nagumo leaned in slightly, voice dropping just enough that only you could hear.

"For making you stop running."

Your breath hitched.

"And ofcourse to win your heart!"

Before you could respond, Hana grabbed your sleeve. "Can we go get ice cream? Please?" She gave you her best pleading eyes. You hesitated for only a second. "Fine."

"Yippe!" Hana cheered before turning to Nagumo expectantly. He blinked and tilted his head. "What?"

"You’re coming too, right?"

You opened your mouth to protest, but before you could, Nagumo grinned. "Of course. Wouldn’t miss it."

You shot him a glare, but he only winked. "Guess it’s a date, then."

You swore your soul left your body.

This man was insufferable.

As you walked ahead with Hana, you could feel Nagumo’s gaze lingering on you, and for the first time in years, you wondered—

Had you really escaped him at all?

Later that night, as you were about to lock your apartment door, your phone buzzed.

Unknown Number: Still up, runaway?

Your heart stopped as you recognized the familiar contact number.

Nagumo.

Of course, he had your number.

Before you could even think about blocking him, another message came through.

Nagumo: By the way, don’t bother trying to disappear this time.

Nagumo: Because this time, I’ll be the one chasing you.

You inhaled sharply, fingers tightening around your phone.

This man was going to be the death of you.

And yet, despite yourself…

You weren’t sure if you truly hated the idea.

. [📜] Thank you for the request anon! This isn't really a part three since I think you assumed that "Melting Hearts" and "Mission: Heartstring!" are the same, but they aren’t. However, you're free to interpret it however you like. This is actually a part two, or rather, a continuation, of my fic "Mission: Heartstring!" I'm also sorry if I posted this late since I was busy with my acads and was dealing personal life problems. Feel free to request more! p.s IM SO SORRY if the plot doesn't make sense at all, if you're dissatisfied you're free to ask a remake one! I'll gladly do:)

ˏ 「🗝」 Once a target, Always = With Nagumo, it was never just about the chase, it was about you. No matter how far you ran, how many walls you built, or how much time passed, he always found his way back to you. Not as a mission, not as an objective, but as something far more dangerous, something real. Because to him, you were never just another target.

You were his.

Reblogs are highly appreciated, commenting is encourage as I always read comments, they motivate me. Please do not repost on other platforms or translate into other languages without my permission. The idea is mine and purely original, do not steal. Any similarities are purely coincidental unless stated otherwise. (If you find a similar plot or my Y/n's character w/o no credits to me, please tell me.) I DO NOT ALLOW ANYONE EVEN IF IT IS A MUTUAL OF MINE OR FRIEND TO STEAL MY CHARACTERS AND PLOT!

[yanderes-galore]

Hi.. could you do best friend itadori x reader where itadori is a platonic yandere but then becomes romantic yandere when they are 1 year away from going to college?

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Oh sure! This sounds like a cute idea :)

Yandere! Best Friend! Yuji Itadori Concept

Pairing: Platonic -> Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Overprotective behavior, Jealousy, Blood, Violence, Stalking, Possessive behavior, Denial of feelings, Clingy behavior, Dubious relationship.

Yuji has always cared for you during Jujutsu High.

Even when he was a vessel, he's been protective of you.

I can definitely see Yuji falling for a best friend he has.

When he was learning to be a Jujutsu Sorcerer he barely had time for love.

Despite this... He always felt a close connection with you.

Through training under Gojo sensei, you two worked together to he Jujutsu Sorcerers.

Yuji didn't realize it at the time, but throughout his school life he fell for you more and more.

Even when you all lost Gojo during Shibuya and felt lost... You did your best to guide Yuji forward.

Yuji's always been concerned about your safety.

Even to the point Sukuna comments on you, wondering if the teen is having a little crush.

Yuji always ignores the curse in his head, thinking that it can't possibly be what he feels for you.

He... He's just like a brother, right...?

Although even that doesn't feel right to him.

There've been many situations in just his first year of meeting you where he's gotten bloody on your behalf.

Many battles have led to injury or him pummeling another curse user.

Each time you've been at his side to check his wounds and help him.

Yuji's experiences have made him worry about losing you.

He hates that you've both seen countless deaths and injuries due to curses and curse users.

This is one of the reasons your best friend is so overprotective.

He never leaves your side, checks to see if he trusts the people he leaves you alone with...

Get into fights with those who failed to protect you....

You've been his family since he started Jujutsu High.

You've always been there for him, his best friend....

Even when Sukuna's defeated and he continues high school with you, that protective behavior remains.

He's covered in scars from his battles... grimacing when he sees them on you too, apologizing for being unable to watch you.

Not that they... don't look attractive...

What is he thinking!?

It's nice for him to not have Sukuna whispering impulsive thoughts in his head.

He can finally clear his head... focus on you...

Why does he keep thinking of you?

Yuji is probably in denial about his feelings.

He wants to focus on his studies and training.

Yet he keeps finding his gaze flick over to you, wondering what it would be like if you two...

Best not to say that right now.

Yuji truthfully develops a crush throughout high school.

You both have grown quite strong and he only seems to admire you more the more you grow.

He tries his best not to show his growing feelings until after high school.

He still finds himself calling and texting often... visiting you... training with you...

You two are practically unable to be separated yet he hates admitting his crush.

You probably don't feel the same... and he should just watch over you for now.

Unfortunately... Watching you develop relationships with other people tends to make his heart ache.

College wasn't something Yuji thought he'd do.

Yet when you both graduated and you expressed an interest in pursuing a career outside of Sorcerer duties.

Well... He couldn't help but want to follow you.

Yuji wasn't sure what major he wanted, he just knew he wanted to continue being in your life.

Which is what leads him to setting up a college application to support your interests.

Yuji's not that bad of a yandere with Sukuna gone.

He isn't murderous and is most likely not going to kidnap.

He's a soft yandere, acting like a puppy around you when he finally accepts he has a crush on you.

Yuji tried to give you space before college, but he finds himself unable to do it.

Even if you were seeing someone at the time, he can't ignore the feelings steadily growing within him.

He's gone from wanting to protect you... to also wanting to kiss you.

He wants you to know you're loved.

Yuji would probably confess before you both went to college.

He's surprisingly shy, fidgeting as he admits he's loved you for a long time now.

If you're single and accept him, he's ecstatic.

If you aren't single or are and just decline... Yuji's understanding and drops it for now.

Yet he doesn't stop obsessing over you.

While he's a soft yandere, he still stalks you.

He tries not to... but he's so concerned about you he can't stay away from you.

You mean everything to him...

Even if you don't love him now, he hopes you will at some point.

If you had someone you were dating already, Yuji's going to secretly sabotage that relationship.

Then he's going to comfort you as your best friend... all while saying you deserve so much better.

While he doesn't want to be... Yuji can be manipulative.

He wants to be the only one for you.

His whole plan was for you to date in college....

It would be perfect!

His jealousy tends to make Yuji pushy, gently trying to nudge you into loving him.

He doesn't want to be best friends anymore...

He wants to be your boyfriend.

One way or another, Yuji's going to drag you into a relationship with him....

Even if it's just a pity date... Yuji plans to prove to you he's perfect for you.

He'll protect you like a good boyfriend should... just like he always has....

Yuji's intense with affection since he's trying to prove he's a good boyfriend.

He loves you... so much.

If it means hugging you tightly and covering you in kisses, he'll do it.

It's hard to focus on training or class work when he can only think of you.

He understands you may just want to be friends...

He tries to be patient...

But by now he can't see you as just a friend anymore.

He's addicted to you and your attention.

All he looks forward to is dragging you to his dorm for cuddles.

Probably even a bit of PDA in class to show others you're his.

While not a bad boyfriend... He doesn't leave you alone.

Yuji watches you from a distance when you're with others, he tracks your phone and socials...

He wants to be involved with everything you do.

He refuses to lose you to anyone.

He just can't... You need to be his.

If you aren't... He might just go insane.

There's times he's threatened those around you, unable to hide his jealousy.

There's times you hope the blood on his hands is just due to him training too hard.

He never gives a straight answer.

You can try to tell Yuji to back off, to give space for you to clear your head...

He backs off for a little while.

Yet then he comes right back like being alone is the most horrible experience for him.

You try to have Nobara and Megumi distract him... No dice.

Yuji now finally understands what he feels for you.

You're not his best friend... you're meant to be his partner.

Yuji wants to support, protect, and care for you... Nothing will take you from him...

As long as he loves you... Yuji will never leave you alone... even if you asked him too.

[thevaudevilledemon]

So, I'm sure all TADC fans have thought of this theory but I want to explore it a little.

Like, we know that all the characters have avatars that represent some aspect of themselves, even if we don't completely know it, we all subconsciously know it. So... how does it work out exactly?

Well, we all immediately understood Gangle as being some form of representation of Bipolar or a "Masking Individual", hence why she is the Theatre Masks, her ribbon body being directly lifted from images of the masks.

We've also gathered that Zooble has Body Dysphoria or Dysmorphia, and that is why they're the obtuse rubber goose with interchangeable parts.

Obviously, Kinger is a King Piece in Chess which works in two ways; firstly it is heavily implied that Kinger is not only the first circus member, but is also the person who created the entire Digital Circus, which makes him the most important person of the bunch, like the King is the most important piece in chess, lose your king and the game is over.

It can also be a representation of Kinger's more timid nature, as the King is the most targeted piece in Chess, which also lends credence to the idea that between him and his wife, she was the calm, collected and pants-wearing one, since the Queen is the most powerful (Ish) piece in chess.

Personally I have a different opinion on that idea, but that's a topic for another day.

Jax is very interesting because he is very clearly a new version of the "Trickster Rabbit" archetype, a character that has existed in Cherokee and Ojibwe stories and traditions, and is most recognizable in the forms of Br'er Rabbit from African-American folklore and Bugs Bunny in Modern Cinema. Jax is someone who likes to annoy, frustrate and tease others.

Ragatha is the second most interesting to me. I think most of us fell in love with Ragatha because we're all desperate for new Raggedy Ann & Andy stories she was kind and friendly. Of course, we also know now that that is very much a mask of her own, as it seems she wants to be liked and will bury her own feelings to make others like her. In essence, she is a ragdoll because ragdolls and plush toys would ideally be a comfort item for kids, and Ragatha wants to be the person others go to for comfort. Also, she really wants Pomni.

And that leaves us with Pomni... Pomni is a jester. Jesters were (according to Wikipedia) members of a household of nobleman or a monarch kept to entertain guests at a royal court. Jesters were also allowed the ability to talk and mock freely without punishment, even being able to deliver bad news to kings no one else would dare.

We could also interpret Pomni as "The Fool" a tarot card of major arcana, but I'm not too well-versed in Tarot.

It is worth noting that Jesters, although commonly linked, are not clowns, so Pomni entering the circus should not be interpreted as a sign that Kaufmo abstracted. Which makes me wonder... what is Pomni's purpose in the circus?

[aftepes]

Febuwhump Day 26 Zaundads Week Day 7

Concealing an Injury/To the Last Drop. Little bit of hurt/comfort. Little bit of Hope.

He hadn’t been here since before the bridge. Since they were happy, since Felicia was alive. But what choice did he have now? Bleeding out, slowly, he clutched at his side, trying to staunch the flow of blood from the wound. Hold himself together. He wouldn’t make it to the caves, he wouldn’t make it to his own hideaways. The Drop was his only hope. And Vander hadn’t changed the keys. He could still unlock the doors, Vander hadn’t taken that from him. Like he was still welcome. And the man himself was cleaning the bar, closing up. Night was becoming dawn, but he was still working. Perhaps he had put the girls to bed, come back to clean up. Perhaps the night had been long, bar fights and demanding patrons. His head snapped up with the door, and he stilled. And Silco stilled in turn. Stared. For all Vander had changed, in the years, the lines of smiles, peppery grey beard, he was just the same. The same softness, the same strength. He just stared. Because after all this time, it was Vander. Vander, who he had loved, Vander, who had killed him. “Fuck’s sakes Sil, you’re bleeding all over my floor. Just mopped there.” Vander acted like it was normal, like there was no time passing between them. Like Silco had just been in a fight, he was always getting into scrapes. 

“I’ve had worse.” He grumbled. Immediately defensive. Immediately regretting coming here, trying to hide the severity of the wound. “Then clean up, huh.” Vander went to him, all the same, grabbed his head in one huge hand to search his face, looking at his one good eye, blackened from the fight, wiping blood from his lip, his nose. His touch was so gentle, always so gentle. His calloused hands cleaned the blood from Silco’s face, made sure he stayed standing. And with the same gentle, massive hands, he moved Silco’s hand away from the biggest wound. “Shit, Sil.” Vander urged him into one of the chairs, hesitated, over the buttons of his shirt. “Can I? I need to see how bad it is. We need to get this cleaned up.” “Do what you have to do.” Silco grimaced. Mostly over the way his breath hitched at Vander’s hands on the buttons of his shirt, at the care in his touch. The way he could no longer look at Vander, the way Vander focused so much on him.  “What happened?” Vander opened Silco’s shirt, exposed the deep stab. He ran his finger underneath it, so gentle. So careful.

“Never mind that, Vander.” He dismissed. The enforcers had been closing in on his territory, he’d ended up in a fight he couldn’t win. “Just help me get patched up enough to get out of your way.”

“You’re not in my way, canary.” Vander used the old pet name, gentle, so calm, he cleaned the wounds with a clean bar rag, a bowl of water still warm from the kettle. “Should stay overnight. Make sure nothing’s infected.” He continued, cleaning until the wounds could be bandaged. Wrapped clean cloth around his waist, tight enough to close the wound. Not perfect, but it would do. He’d had worse. He’d cleaned worse off of Vander.

“I can’t do that.” He wanted to. He wanted to collapse forward into Vander, hold on to him. He wanted to feel those strong arms around him, bury his face. He just wanted to hold on to Vander, to plead for the pain to go away. To seek comfort, in the man he’d loved. The man he thought would be by his side through all of this.

Vander reached up, once more. Brushed his thumb over his split lower lip. Cradled his face. “Please, Sil. Stay.”

He couldn’t refuse the plea in those storm colored eyes. Couldn’t stay away. He slid off the chair, forward, until he was pushed against Vander. Until his head was notched into Vander’s shoulder, His hands pushed around the broad expanse of his waist. And Vander wrapped his arms around Silco, rubbed his back, just the way he had, all those years ago.

“I’ve got you, Sil. I’ve got you.”

“Just for tonight.”

[lillaydee]

Shhh!!! Part 5

Celebrity!Joel Miller / F Reader

A reluctant celebrity contractor who has closed his heart for love meets a celebrity-hating Cafe on Wheels owner...

She HATES him. Thing is, he couldn't get enough of the coffee she makes...

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WARNINGS: Grumpy Joel (The Last of Us), Protective Joel (The Last of Us), Good Parent Joel (The Last of Us), Joel is Bad at Feelings (The Last of Us), Alternate Universe - No Cordyceps Outbreak (The Last of Us), Joel Needs a Hug (The Last of Us), Celebrity Joel Miller, Fluff and Angst, Eventual Smut, I'm Bad At Tagging, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Tags May Change, Hurt Joel (The Last of Us), Jealousy.

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Part 4

“Here you go, Sir, enjoy your coffee, come again soon!”

You couldn’t help but laugh at the exasperated sigh that escaped him after the last cup was handed to the last customer, an older man who wouldn’t stop asking him questions about which caulk was best to use for the small project he was DIY-ing. Joel must’ve extended his hand with the coffee in it towards him five times before the man finally took it, very quickly flipping the ‘open’ sign to close before plopping himself on the lone stool you had offered him before.

“How do you do this every day? My jaw, my cheeks are killing me feom smiling too much! And don’t even ask about my back!” he rubbed his face, massaging his jaw and cheeks with both hands, cracking his back and neck a few times.

“Don’t you hammer things for a living? I can’t do that to save my own life!”

“Pfft… I don’t do all that anymore. People do that for me. I just tell people what to do.” There was a look on his face when he said that. A longing one, perhaps?

“You’re telling me you would’ve been okay doing that on your own if I hadn’t stayed?”

You nodded, hands busy cleaning the machine, running hot water out to clean it of any residue.

He got back up, “Can I do anything to help?”

“Oh, no, you are not touching my very expensive machine, sir.”

“How do you keep the truck safe? Aren’t you worried someone might break in, steal the machine?”

“My apartment has very good security, so does the truck. I made sure to invest in that.”

“Where do you live?”

You told him, and he just whistled. He threw the rag on the counter, asking you if he could buy you lunch.

“Taco truck, next door. Tell Tony it’s for me.”

He tipped his hat at you, leaving to get the tacos.

You finished cleaning, wiping everything down, taking not much time at all. You’ve done this daily for a long time, it was all on autopilot. By the time you rinsed all the rags, Joel was back, bags of tacos in hand, asking you if you would join him for lunch. The two of you ate and chatted, mainly about the tacos, but also about the rec centre itself. Sarah had been here a lot, volunteering. Ellie too, obviously. But he had only dropped them off and picked them up. You suggested he should visit. They do amazing work with underprivileged kids. He looked as if he was genuinely contemplating it.

“I have to apologize for something else now,” he told you, wiping his mouth after everything was demolished. “I never knew selling coffee could be that tiring. I don’t know why. But that was…” he stopped talking, rubbing his own shoulder and neck. “And how the heck do you keep a smile on at all times like that? I watched you. You are always smiling when talking to the customers. How do you do that?”

You shrugged, “Been doing this since I can remember. My Dad didn’t have a helper early on, so he would keep me in a sling across his chest as he served his customers. I just grew up in a café, smiled at customers since I could. A smile goes a long way when you’re in service. It was something my Dad did a lot, so I sort of just caught the habit, I guess.”

“Your Dad was a barista too? Which café?”

You told him. He nodded. There were a few of those cafés all over LA. He had even seen them in New York.

“You’ve always worked in cafés?”

“Yeah… since I was old enough to know you shouldn’t touch boiling water with your bare hands.”

He looked taken aback. “Isn’t that child labour or something?”

You laughed. “He didn’t hire me, exactly, he just let me help. Learn the ropes.”

“Is he retired now?”

“He did a few years back. Passed not long after.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. He’s still with me. That’s why my stepmom and I started the truck. He loved his job. I feel like he’s here whenever I make a cup, you know?”

He nodded. “It’s why I started building in the first place. My Papa was a labourer slash carpenter. He practically built all of our furniture. He helped me build my first project – a small recipe box for my Mama. Been building stuff since. I did the TV stuff at first for the steady income, you know? I was alone, I had to think about Sarah, and then when everything blew up it just got so… invasive. Fake. It’s all about the viewership. No one gives a damn about the work anymore. It’s just… I don’t know. Doing this job used to make me feel closer to my Papa, but now… I just feel like my life has turned into a circus, you know? Everything’s just hyped. Sexualized. I don’t get the same rush I used to get from doing this work anymore. I just dread going to work now. The more exposure, the more invasion there will be, the less close I feel to my Papa.”

You listened, feeling a bit sad for him.

“That’s why I was so rude to you that first time. I didn’t mean to be, you know, I’m so sorry about that. It’s just, every time a stranger taps me on my shoulder it’s to ask for a selfie or something. You saw that girl the other day. She just leaned in, right up against my chest and snapped a picture. No respect for my personal space at all. I was literally standing at a urinal once and someone just whipped their phone out to take a picture with me.”

Your eyes literally went round with shock. Seriously? Okay, that was so much worse than being sent to some organic store to buy a packet of sugar for one teaspoon, or even counting 100 drips of espresso, for that matter.

“So when you tapped me on my shoulder…”

You nodded, hand still over your mouth, seeing his point of view. You already knew this, Ellie had told you. But when it came from the horse’s mouth… particularly Joel, who you had only seen as a grumpy, moody, seemingly entitled man, looking extremely uncomfortable at the mere mention of these happenings, you sort of get it.

“God, Joel…” you rubbed your face, cringing a little at how much you had judged him. “I’m sorry too… I just… having lived here all my life, I’ve met all kinds of celebrities, you know? Most are actually nice… but the ones who are not…”

It was his turn to nod. “Tell me about it. I have to work with some sometimes – for special episodes. God… the entitlement!”

You rolled your eyes.

“I know, right? ‘I’m famous, I don’t need to pay.’ Girl…”

He laughed as you sneered, copying said celebrity so well he actually recognized who you were talking about, head thrown back, free, loose, relaxed.

“Hey, I have a question for you,” he said, leaning on the small foldable table you set out front. “Where do you get your beans? That coffee… how is it bitter but sweet at the same time?”

You zipped your mouth, locked it, and threw away the key.

“Oh, come on…”

“Nope. Trade secret, that. Passed down to me by my father, and I am never sharing it!”

“You mean, you roast your own beans?”

“Of course I do! What do you take me for, Joel Miller?”

He looked impressed. “Will you sell me a bag?”

“Nope.”

“Oh, come on! I’ll pay anything!”

“Careful what you wish for. If I can charge you 40 bucks for a cup of coffee, just imagine what I would charge for a whole bag of beans,” you joked, getting up to throw the paper plate out, wiping the table with your free hand as you did.

He got up and began helping you fold the chairs and tables, loading them in the cargo space under the sill. You closed everything up, handed him the mill he brought, and got into the driver seat of your truck. He waited for you to get in and closed the door for you.

“It was nice spending time with you today, Mr Miller. Thank you for helping me out, and for lunch. Should I pay you now, or should I just give Ellie a raise?”

He smiled, his dimple showing, and shook his head. “I’ll tell you tomorrow, when I come for my cuppa. Since you won’t sell the beans to me.”

You laughed and thanked him again for helping you out that day. You turned to him one last time and gave him a smile. Joel’s heart stopped beating. There was something different about that smile, he thought. It wasn’t the smile you gave your customers.

He took a step back from the truck and raised his free hand, standing in that spot until your truck turned the corner and went out of his sight, the mill he brought held tightly to his chest.

Joel Miller drove all the way home before realizing that he hadn’t stopped smiling at all since you left.

“So, the plan was successful?” Sarah asked, painting her toenail as she spoke into the phone propped on a box she had packed and unpacked for the millionth time.

“Well, he went, left at seven-ish and he hasn’t come back, so I’m just waiting with breath that is bated. God just don’t come back angrier, that’s all I’m hoping for,” Ellie shoved another mouthful of chips into her mouth, cringing a little at the vinegary taste.

“I still can’t believe he yelled at Lil. Of all people! You know Lil hates celebrities? Tony told me. One came to the rec centre once, apparently for some supposed volunteer thing for his community service, the guy made a scene, obviously high from something – climbed into her truck started snacking on coffee beans like nuts – Tony swore Lil chased him out with an airgun. I’m just thankful all she did was overcharge Dad for coffee and not tear his face off or something.”

Ellie snorted, “Imagine how mad Angela would be if that were to happen. Money making face and all...”

“I don’t know… he’s been thinking of quitting. Doesn’t want to continue his contract, apparently.”

Ellie sat up. She took the mug she was using and propped her phone up, looking at her big sister with wide eyes. “What do you mean? How do you know?”

Sarah moved closer to the phone, looked around a bit, as if worried Joel might suddenly burst through her door miles and miles away at any moment. “Don’t tell him this, but Angela called me. Begged me to talk him out of retiring. I mean, she wouldn’t have done that if he hadn’t said something, right?”

Ellie rolled her eyes. She did not like that woman. Neither did Sarah. She had a problem with Ellie from the start. Pulled Sarah aside and tried to stop her from volunteering at the rec centre, not wanting her to mix with the ‘riffraff’ there. Anytime Ellie was within her vicinity before the adoption, she looked at Ellie with a look that said she smelled bad.

When Joel decided to take her in, Angela went all out to stop him. Did a background check on her mom and dad, smugly presenting her findings to Joel. Sarah remembered like it was yesterday. “Bad breeds bad,” she had told him. “She’s the daughter of a drug addict and a criminal, Joel. Bad enough that Sarah is seen with her a lot, God knows what she could pull Sarah into, but now you want to legally invite her to stay with you? She’ll rob you blind Joel! I’m only looking out for you,” she had simpered, a supposedly concerned look on her pulled-too-tight face.

Joel didn’t listen, thankfully. When the public found out, Joel got so much publicity from it, his name was everywhere. He was ‘Daddy’, hot, responsible, good hearted, basically a handy hunk that women couldn’t get out of their heads. Suddenly, adopting Ellie was the most brilliant idea ever. In fact, she might have talked Joel into doing it, at least, that’s what she told Twitter back then. She had always known Ellie was his good luck charm, she crooned to Joel when she came to the house unannounced with a big bag of donated clothing, most of which were far too small and girly for Ellie, pinching her cheeks. Ellie was only 12, but she remembered recoiling away from the obviously fake lady, in both manners and physique, determined to stay away from her as much as she could.

Angela also pitched the idea for a reality show – Meet the Millers, where cameras follow their day to day lives. Imagine the money! That got shut down really quickly, even Tommy was barking at her. He may like the money, but no one touches his nieces. Even he wouldn’t stoop that low, he had told her.

So no, the girls didn’t like Angela. And no, Sarah wasn’t going to talk her Dad into signing on for five more years. Ellie certainly wouldn’t. They wanted him to rest. Relax. Settle down. Be happy. If he wanted to continue working, let it be on his own terms. Something that he would be happy to do, not something he would be forced to do. The girls may think he’s the grumpiest, most stubborn man to ever live, but they were fiercely protective of their Dad. And nothing Angela could do or say would sway them.

“What do you think he would do, if he really does retire?” Ellie asked.

“I don’t know. But I can’t imagine he would want to stay here. Would you be okay if he decides to leave LA?” Sarah was worried, changing school, making new friends, that’s a lot of change.

“I’ll follow him anywhere, you know that.”

Sarah smiled, “Well, I’m…”

“Oh shit!” Ellie scrambled. “He’s back. Fuck! Do I look sick?”

“Erm, no… you look like you’ve had too many chips, but otherwise…”

“Shh… he’s coming in,” Ellie picked up her phone, screen towards her torso, lying on the couch, blanket all the way up to her chest, doing her best to look sick.

“Ellie…” Sarah whispered. Another shush.

“Hey, old man,” Ellie croaked as Joel waltzed in, carrying the mill. He placed it on the coffee table, coming towards Ellie to check her temperature.

“You feeling better kiddo?”

Ellie opened her mouth to answer.

“Great! Rest up! Work tomorrow!” Joel was already turning around to go to his room, whistling as he did, a little jig in his steps. He looked at her over his shoulder and winked at her, his whistling now morphed into a humming, continuing his little waltz as he went up to his room, closing the door behind him.

Ellie shot up, her phone still clutched to her chest.

“Ellie! What’s going on?” Sarah’s whispers were filled with urgency.

Ellie looked at her sister, looking perplexed. “Sarah, I think we need a doctor.”

“What? Why? Is he okay? Are you really sick?”

“He was… whistling… and Sarah…” she paused, looking worried as heck, she leaned in and whispered, “He sorta did a little jig... and I swear he was humming!”

Sarah didn’t say anything. She looked troubled. Her Dad, humming? And doing little dances?

Shit.

What the fuck happened?

The next morning, Ellie woke up to a very enthusiastic banging on her door. Wake up kiddo! Don’t wanna be late! She groaned, jumped out of bed and had a quick shower – all about 30 minutes too early compared to the usual time, but maybe Joel had somewhere to be? It wouldn’t be the first time. His schedule can vary a lot, but wasn’t he on a break?

She walked out to Joel shoving a packet of pop tart and a granola bar into her pack, a buttered toast into her hand, telling her she was late. Let’s go!

She walked out into the garage to him standing next to an open passenger door, frantically gesturing for her to get inside, practically shoving her in as she climbed her way up to the seat. He checked the door really quickly before running to the driver side, muttering ‘come on, come on…’ as the garage door slowly opened,

He drove the way he usually did, but his fingers were drumming on the steering wheel every time they hit a red light. The man just looked odd. Ellie was worried.

“You okay?”

Joel looked at her, lips scrunched up, nodding as if he was behaving that way every single day, foot immediately on the gas pedal as soon as the light turned green. When he finally pulled to a stop at the rec centre, he leaned across Ellie and opened the door for her, the teenager still stunned at how keen this man was to be rid of her.

“Will you chill? My class doesn’t start for another 30 minutes. I’m gonna go get iced tea from Lil. You want coffee?”

He went quiet. All jitters stopped. “Uh… sure. Tell her I want the usual. The expresso thing.”

“ESpresso,” she corrected, as she climbed down the truck, mumbling she had no idea how he could drink that every day.

Joel waited for her to disappear around the corner before letting his head fall on the steering wheel. Shit. Now he had to wait for her to come back and go back inside before he could see you again. He looked at his watch, feet tap-tapping on the floor of the cab. God, why was she taking so long?

He took his phone and dialled Sarah’s number, the young lady picking up after only two rings, face all swollen and sleepy still.

“Dad, everything okay?”

“Yeah, just calling to see how the packing is going. You sure you don’t want me to go get you?”

“Yeah… I’m sure. I’m all packed, Dad. Just a few loose things I’m just gonna throw in my backpack at the last min… what are you searching around for?” she asked, her Dad clearly jittery, his eyes looking around as if he was worried some mafia head was gonna pop up and off him.

Joel refocused on his daughter, a bit embarrassed to be caught. “Just waiting for Ellie to come back with my coffee. Need coffee, that’s all. Machine’s busted again.”

“Uhuh… so you just need coffee? And then you’ll go back to your old self?” she questioned, looking wary as heck, side-eyeing her Dad on the FaceTime.

“What are you talking about? I’m my old self.”

“Okay…”

“So, what’s the plan for tomorrow?” he asked her, determined to focus on his daughter now. “I’m excited to see you! We should have a cookout. Maybe go somewhere before you start your internship?”

“Uh… The three of us plan to start driving before dawn, stop for breakfast on the way, drive a few more hours and stop for lunch, get to Lindsey’s, spend the night, and then start again the morning after. Drop Jenna off at her place and I should be home around dinner time.”

“Anything special you want for dinner?”

“Sushi. Please. And that ramen from that place.”

“Okay. You call me before you leave, okay? I don’t care what time. And take turns driving. Don’t try to be a hero.”

“Yes Dad… I know… How are you enjoying your break so far?”

“Well, it’s only been a few days… I… oh, my coffee’s here. Hang on.”

Sarah watched as he wound his window down, eager hand claiming his coffee from Ellie. He tilted the phone towards Ellie, who took the phone out of his hand, saying hi to Sarah. “Watch,” she whispered to Sarah, clicking on the reverse camera feature, focusing on Joel as he took his first greedy sip, taking a deep breath, closing his eyes, tilting his head back to rest it on the headrest, an unwitting smile on his face.

Sarah watched as her Dad smiled, looking all… something… she didn’t recognize this. She had never seen him like this. And the whistling and the jigging and now this… over a sip of coffee. No wonder Ellie was worried. She was too, now that she’s seen the evidence.

Joel was struck by the silence, he opened his eyes, looking questionably at Ellie, who quickly clicked on the reverse camera button again, “Sarah, can you hear me? I think your line is patchy. I can’t hear you… you’ve frozen… I’ll call you later okay?” She quickly hung up and gave Joel the phone. “I’ll call her back…” she mumbled, standing there, just waiting to see what he was going to do. Joel looked flustered for a bit, reaching out to give her head a rub before putting the truck into reverse and driving away.

Ellie took out her phone and dialled Sarah’s number. She picked up before the first ring was over.

“You saw that, right?”

Joel drove around the rec centre before turning back into the parking lot, relieved Ellie was no longer there. He glanced at his watch again, the tap-tapping was back. He class wouldn’t start for ten more minutes. He looked around the truck for something to do until then, just to be safe. He didn’t want Ellie asking too many questions.

He had no idea what was happening. He just knew he wanted to be here. He took another sip of the coffee, his insides warming up, that smile back on his face. This must be why he wanted to come here. Yesterday, he was standing for hours, his back hurt, but he just felt at peace. Must be the smell of coffee. It calmed him down. He took another sip, savouring the somehow still sweet bitterness that took over his senses.

When was the last time he felt this at ease? God, he couldn’t remember. Maybe… when he was a kid? When he was sick and his Mama and Papa slept on either side of him? He felt as if he was all bundled up in a protective blanket, like everything would be alright, he would be alright, whatever came. He just wanted to savour that feeling for as long as he could, before life came after him again.

And if being at that truck, breathing in the glorious smell of coffee was what it took, he was more than willing to go back and suffer through the back pain and aching cheeks once more.

He finally got out of his truck, locked it and walked towards your truck. He could already see you smiling at your long line of customers, joking around with them. He took yet another sip of his coffee, jogged a little towards you, climbing into your truck, absent-mindedly taking the spare apron hanging on the hook and put it on, placing the hat he brought with him on his head. You lectured him about taking it off the day before, so yeah, he was keeping it on today.

You were shocked he was there, to say the least, but you were busy, and he did behave himself the day before. So you moved out from behind the till and took your spot in front of the machine, ready to make the next order.

You had no idea how, but the two of you worked well together. The truck was small, but somehow it wasn’t cramped with both of you in it. He learnt that till quickly, only making a few mistakes the day before, and you quickly fixed them, and he never repeated the same mistake twice.

About half an hour later, the line slowed. He went outside after the last person took their drink and began clearing up the tables for you. You leaned on the window, watching him sing along to the tunes Tony had on, shaking your head a little, wondering why on earth this man had decided to return and torture himself again.

“So… not that I’m not appreciative,” you called out to him, “But what the heck are you doing here Miller?”

He tossed the empty cups in the trash, a wide smile directed at you as he walked back towards the truck, tossing the rag he was holding on the sill, resting his elbow on it. “You don’t mind, do you? I have nothing to do. I’m bored. Sarah won’t be here for two more days, Ellie’s out for the class, have a heart…” he pleaded.

You jokingly contemplated his plea. “Do I have to pay you?”

“Just that cup of coffee.”

“Deal.”

The two of you shook on it. A customer came to the sill, asking for an iced tea. He ran back up into the truck, keying it in, and asked if he could watch you make the tea, maybe he could help with the non-machine-touching drinks? You let him, telling him exactly how much tea to put, how much hot water, brewing time, the likes.

Joel listened, taking everything in. The amount of tea. The hot water. The brewing time. The way your lips moved. The way your dimples played peekaboo. The way your ponytail swayed as you moved. The way the neckline of your blouse today gave him little peeks of your skin.

When the tea was ready, you turned around to give it to the customer, asking her how the baby was. You chatted with her for a bit, leaning on the counter below the window. Joel couldn't help continue studying you... how your legs were crossed together at the ankle, how your ass…

Wait… stop it.

Joel picked up a rag and wiped the counter you had just wiped again, just to have something else to do that didn’t involve staring at your ass, perfectly jutting out for his viewing pleasure, swaying a little as you laughed with your regular, clad in the perfect pair of jeans that hugged your curves just right.

You turned around to face him, took the rags off the counters and his hands, and went to the small sink you had to wash them. He stood next to you, watching you wash them, earning him a light-hearted jab from you – what, you want to learn the art of washing rags too? He laughed, telling you that he might just. Maybe coffee truck rags had a different method of cleaning.

“Joel?”

The two of you turned around. Ellie was standing in the doorway of the truck, looking at Joel as if he had two heads. “What are you doing here?”

Joel stood up straight, his hand went straight for his cup of coffee, now empty, and took a sip of air. He flustered a bit.

“I think the question is, what are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be in class?” he blubbered, a hand on his hip, the other awkwardly on the counter.

“Frank has car trouble. Class is postponed. I thought I’d work ‘til you pick me up. I thought you had something to do?”

“Erm… my thing got cancelled,” he managed to say.

“Oh, so maybe we can go watch a movie or something? You’re okay if I don’t work today, right Lil?”

You nodded. You understood. Ellie had always told you Joel was a busy man. He really should be spending time with her when he could.

“Uh… yeah, sure,” Joel said, trying hard to hide his disappointment from his youngest daughter. He began to untie his apron, missing Ellie’s widened eyes upon noticing that he had it on.

“Hey Lil?” Tony called out, walking up to the window. “My cousin just called me for some food for his office, he also ordered coffee, do you mind? Pickup in 30 minutes,” he said, forwarding you a list of orders on your phone.

Joel retied his apron, pushing Ellie out of the truck, telling her to wait for him at the tables. Maybe practice drawing the truck. He’ll be right with her.

Ellie sat waiting with her phone in her hand, filming her grumpy adopted father who hated fancy, thieving coffee chains help you with the order, keying in the order, labelling the cups, readying the to-go bags, he even filled in a smaller bag with sugar and creamer packets, complete with those fiddly stirrers he made fun of at least a thousand times in the few years she had been living with him.

When he was finally done, Ellie watched as Joel Miller took off the apron, telling you he would see you the next day, before turning around to walk away with a nervous look on his face, his hand rubbing the back of his neck. He turned back to face you as he took out his phone and sheepishly asked for your number, “So I could text you if I can’t make it,” he said. He waited patiently as you keyed in your number, and immediately texted you something, smiling widely as he heard your phone ping.

Ah… Ellie immediately texted Sarah.

‘I think your Dad has a crush on my boss.’

To say you were in a jam was an understatement. Your showerhead decided that today, of all days, was the perfect day to shoot out of its socket and spray water everywhere. The super was out of town. You called your plumber, but he said the earliest he could get there was after lunch. He was booked solid. Relax, he told you, you’ll be fine ‘til then.

You texted Ellie, telling her that your shower broke and you wouldn’t be working today. Please let Joel know. You were about to toss the phone on your bed when the phone immediately pinged.

‘Send me your location’

‘Why?’

‘We have a plumber, he can get to you now.’

Your fingers had never worked faster. You sent her the location and your apartment number, going back into the bathroom to empty the bucket you’d placed under the shower. The last thing you needed was a flooded bathroom.

You were disappointed. You had never wanted to go to work more than you did today. You didn’t know why exactly. Your heart just felt… heavy. You felt guilty… or something… for not being able to go in today. You wondered why.

Ah… Joel texted you last night asking if there was a chance you would teach him to brew a good cup of coffee, just so he could have one daily when summer was over and Ellie no longer needed to go to the art class. He won’t even touch the machine, he promised. Just teach him how.

You promised him you would, and now you had to break that promise. You just hated disappointing people, that’s all.

Yeah. That must be it. That’s why you were disappointed you couldn’t go in.

The doorbell rang, so you placed the bucket back in its place and ran to open the door.

Joel Miller was standing outside your door, a toolbox in his hands. His face lit up when he saw you, but then suddenly snapped shut awkwardly, turning his body around.

It was only then you realized you were standing in front of him in your sleep shirt.

Your white sleep shirt. Your wet, white, sleep shirt.

With nothing underneath but a pair of panties. Your nipples were sticking to your wet shirt, which was now basically see through.

You ran inside, yelling your apologies, telling him to come in, grabbing a bathrobe and putting it on, trying hard to laugh your embarrassment away. He didn’t answer, and when you went to the door, his tool box was there, but he wasn’t. The riot that was your spraying shower went quiet, and he came back after a few seconds, telling you he shut the water line for your house – easier for him to work, he said.

There was still water dripping from the shower, but he fixed it within 15 minutes, coming out of your bathroom with water trickling down from his hair onto his neck, coming down his chest. He went back outside and came back to test the shower, now working perfectly.

You asked him how much you owed him, telling him he didn’t need to come all the way over to your apartment.

He smiled and told you his payment was a cup of coffee, as he had told you the day before. He watched as you made him a cup, jokingly asking you if he had to buy a fancy coffee machine now?

For some reason, apart from those few sentences, the two of you didn’t really talk. There was a silence as you both had your coffees, both awkward and not awkward at the same time. He wouldn’t really look at you, and you found yourself unable to look at him much either.

“Would you like some breakfast?” you asked him, taking his cup from him, your fingers brushing his for a split second, a spark of static causing you to pull back quickly, the mug slipping from your grasp, crashing onto the floor. He bent down to collect the pieces while you got a broom, sweeping the remnants off the floor, telling him you’ll vacuum later. He picked up his tool box, hesitantly telling you he should be going, looking regretful.

For some reason, you found yourself feeling sorry he had to leave so soon. But you walked him to the door anyway. He turned around once he was outside, thanking you for the coffee, asking you if he could see you the next day? Sarah was coming back, so he won’t be coming for a while, wanting to spend time with her before she started her internship the next week.

“Of course,” you told him, “Thank you so much for helping me out, you really didn’t have to.”

“It’s no trouble, really,” he insisted, “The coffee was worth it.”

You didn’t know what came over you, but you leaned in and lightly kissed him on the cheek, whispering your thanks to him one more time, unable to help yourself from taking in his scent, making you feel lightheaded. He didn’t pull away, staying where he was when you pulled away. He looked you in the eyes, contemplation in them. You may have imagined it, but you thought you saw them flick towards your lips for a split second.

“Joel? Joel Miller?”

The two of you turned to see the source of the snappy voice. Your young neighbour Lucy, formerly known as the off-key alarm system to your building was standing there, obviously on her way out, her keys clutched in her hand. She eyed your bathrobe, your wet hair, his slightly wet appearance.

“Lucy,” he said, rather awkwardly.

She turned around and went back inside, slamming the door behind her.

“I should be going,” he said once more, before turning around and walking away as fast as he could.

Okay that was weird, you thought, but it was none of your business, surely? You had an anvil in your chest, but you didn’t know why. You distracted yourself by vacuuming your small kitchen, getting rid of any remnants of that broken mug.

You didn’t understand what happened. What happened? Between you and Joel. Between him and Lucy.

The doorbell interrupted your thoughts. You opened the door to Lucy standing outside.

“Are you fucking Joel Miller?”

Huh?

“If you are, we need to talk,” she said, pushing you aside and walking into your apartment, aggressively turning around to face you, her arms across her chest, a serious look on her face.

Part 6

[kythed]

asshole - atsumu x reader

tagged: american uni au, atsumu is a bad guy (or is he), fwb, suggestive but nothing explicit, reader is clearly smitten and hates themself for it, toxic and sexy

10pm, still heavy august heat. driving 20 over on the 405. californication on atsumu's cheapo sedan stereo. he'd called the red hot chili peppers "retro" once, much to your chagrin and subsequent mocking.

"what," he'd complained as you laughed at him. you'd felt like being a little mean. "they're fucking old."

"the beach boys are retro. madonna, even. 1999 wasn't so long ago. you just think all of time revolves around you."

"well, yeah. everything revolves around me." he took it in stride, because he always did.

"sure seems like it sometimes, i guess." (and you couldn't help but let him.)

anthony kiedis trailed off on the last "dream of californication" as atsumu took the exit towards your school, not slowing down until traffic forced him to. too many fast food joints, convenience stores, wayward teens with slushies and blue razz vapes.

"god, i could go for a cherry icee right now," atsumu said, one handing the wheel. he glanced over at you, tossing you an ironic grin. it pissed you off how handsome he was, and how little he deserved to be so handsome, and—this, more than anything, enraged you to your very core—how keenly aware of his own handsomeness he was.

"and i could go for a weekend in laguna," you said, trying to avoid looking at him. "isn't life cruel?"

atsumu laughed and reached over to squeeze your thigh too high up to be platonic and too hard to be affectionate. you bit your lip to keep from squeaking.

you'd been a wayward teen once, but now most of your fun was technically legal. atsumu had his party drugs that you partook in from time to time. you had your drinks, your cigs, and... him. (everyone had their vices.)

you kicked your feet up on the dash as he looked for illegal parking on campus. sex on fire came on and you idly hummed along, watching atsumu bring the car behind a senior dorm, pulling into a reserved space. he had an old handicap placard he used sometimes, stolen through the crack in the car window of some poor grandad parked at a citibank. it was totally ethically repulsive. you still found him embarrassingly sexy.

soft lips are open, them knuckles are pale.

"i love this song," atsumu said, tossing the car into park but leaving the radio on. he leaned back in his seat.

"yeah, i know," you said, fanning yourself. even your tube top over daisy dukes felt too clothed for this weather. "we hooked up to it once."

"it's cute how you still feel like you have to say hooked up," he said. "like i'm polite company or something."

but it's not forever. but it's just tonight.

"you made me finish to this song," you self-corrected, looking him in the eye. his sandy hair and cruel gaze made you shiver. how could such pretty brown eyes like that be cruel? they should've been warm, welcoming. but he was just cold all over. "and then we had sex, and it was rough, and you made me say some insane shit so you could get off. and then we took some of my edibles and passed out."

"sounds like every time we've ever hooked up," atsumu said with a shrug. he didn't remember. you smiled to yourself. were you sad? maybe, but that was just the way it was with him.

"now who's being polite?"

"yeah, yeah," he said. he turned off the car and climbed out, and you followed suit. "let's get to suna's. everyone else is probably already stupid drunk, and i'm gonna feel left out."

"i'm drunk on life," you said facetiously. "you should try it sometime."

atsumu gave a little snort laugh. somehow, it was charming. "if that works for you. i prefer grey goose."

you watched him walk on towards the apartment complex. he was always doing that, leaving you behind and assuming you'd catch up. he was always assuming you'd do anything to be near him. probably because you often did.

"come on." you were jolted out of what had quickly become a deeply engrossing train of thought. atsumu had stopped, had turned around. waiting for you. "you're so slow."

"i—oh," you said, stammering a little as you walked to him and he grabbed your hand. the gesture was a little sarcastic, but you also noticed he also didn't let go.

"i'm so ending the night with drunk fucking someone's girlfriend," he said, cool and conversational. back to normal. "or, be on your best behavior and it could be you."

"if i should be so unlucky," you said with an obligatory eye roll. (hands still interlaced.)

up above, the relentless west coast smog made for a starless night. down here, though, with your hand in atsumu's, climbing the fire escape to suna's place, where you could already hear obnoxious techno, slurred yelling, and too-loud laughter—you felt the stars in your eyes shine a little fuckin' brighter.