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dimonds456 · 1 month ago

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Okay so I just had this REALLY vivid dream and I need to write it down before I forget

Basically, it starts with Stan knocking on Ford's door, and he does the "HAVE YOU COME TO STEAL MY EYES???" thing. Once Ford realizes it's Stan, he drags him into the house and checks his eyes. From there, Stan's like "hey uhh?? Explanation?? You look like shit btw" and Ford's just like "that's not important so long as I have full functionality over my body" and then he tripped over fucking nothing.

So Stan squints at him like "....when was the last time you slept?" and Ford genuinely thinks about it for a minute and then goes "Iiii don't know. But that doesn't matter, I need to show you something." Cuts to the basement.

Ford asks Stan to take his journal, phrasing it the same way as the show. Stan starts to get rightfully angry, asking what the fucking book as to do with ANYTHING. Also that doesn't explain why he's refusing to take a goddamn nap. Ford shakes his head, insisting that NO THIS IS IMPORTANT PLEASE. Stan, sensing that this is bigger than he's seeing, agrees to take the book, but only once he finally leaves the house.

Ford's like "what does that mean" and Stan's like "bro it's the middle of February and your heat isn't running. You are refusing to sleep. You look like shit. I don't know what the FUCK is going on and I'm not leaving until I'm sure that you're okay, okay?" Ford freaks out, insisting that he can't stay here because it's too dangerous, and hardened-streetboy Stan just rolls his eyes like "dude I've been shot AND stabbed before, whatever it is I can handle it."

Ford keeps trying to put his foot down, and it starts to escalate into an argument, until Ford yells "WHY CAN'T YOU JUST LEAVE?!" and Stan yells back "BECAUSE I CARE ABOUT YOU, DAMMIT"

This makes Ford pause. He looks down, shivering, and agrees to go back upstairs and try to explain this, but Stan can only stay here for a little while. It's too dangerous. Maybe... maybe he can come back once the book is hidden? Stan nods, saying he'll do that, but again, after he makes sure Ford is able to take care of himself.

As they go back upstairs, Ford keeps anxiously checking the windows and doors to the point of compulsion (i hc he has OCD, and this whole situation 1000% made it worse). Stan asks if he's looking for someone, and Ford says yes...? Maybe? He's not sure WHAT to look for, only that there's something coming. He's lost track of the exact time, but it should be soon.

They start another conversation where Stan tries to figure out what the fuck is happening to his brother and Ford refuses to let him in, just trying to appreciate his company instead, but Stan's not making it easy because he keeps prying. It builds to another argument, where Ford insists he'll tell Stan everything once he takes the book and hides it somewhere no one will ever find it. Stan offers to burn it instead, and Ford shouts NO ABSOLUTELY NOT. So we're back to talking in circles

While this argument is happening, black ooze starts to drip from one of the mirrors in the house. Neither brother notices, though, allowing the goop to grow more and more, until eventually, it starts moving towards them. Once it's just outside the door to the room they're in, it pauses, waiting a moment.

"If you're never gonna see this thing again, then what does it MATTER if it's still intact or not?"

"Because that's my life's work, Stanley! I can't just destroy it!"

"But you don't want anyone to ever see it again, right? So what's the point? You didn't even want me to tell YOU where I was gonna bury it!"

"That's not- RRR" Ford grabs at his hair and slams his eyes shut in frustration.

The goop attacks. It shoots forward, slamming into Ford and forming into a creature mid-air, something resembling the Hide Behind with with a more goblin-like face. It slams Ford to the floor with a laugh, and starts clawing at his eyes. "TIME'S UP!" it shouts.

Stan initially jumps back in surprise, but it only takes a moment before he's jumping in, too, trying to get this thing off of his brother. The Eye Stealer barely reacts, though, and keeps clawing at Ford's face. Stan launches himself full-body into the thing, throwing it off of Ford, who grabs at his left eye- or left eye socket, as it were.

The Eye Stealer holds up the stolen eye, and tells Stan that it won't hesitate to take his eyes, too. Stan yells at the thing to "COME AND GET EM" before throwing himself at it. Ford's screaming at him to run, and Stan watches as he gets to his feet. The Eye Stealer looks back at Ford, moving to lunge at him again, before Stan picks up the nearest object and hurls it at the creature. "You want both our eyes? Come and get me, dumbass!"

Then Stan runs out of the house. Ford's holding his head in pain and clearly isn't moving anywhere fast soon, so the Eye Stealer decides to follow Stan. If he can get both of them down to one eye, then all four are as good as his.

Stan runs out to his car and flings open the door. There, in the back seat, is the bat he had before. He grabs it, then waits for the Stealer to get right behind him before swinging it at the creature's head as fast as possible. Then he runs back inside while the creature is recovering.

"WHAT IS THAT THING??" he yells as he finds Ford again. Ford is trying to get up the stairs to find somewhere to hide, and Stan helps by grabbing his hand and dragging him up there faster.

"I don't know," Ford replies. "I was just told he was going to steal my eyes. I don't know anything else about him!"

Stan blanches. "Who the FUCK told you that?!"

Ford gets a dark look. "A monster."

Stan opens his mouth to ask more questions before the Eye Stealer comes up behind them. Stan takes a swing with the bat, missing it, but hitting a mirror instead. The Eye Stealer gasps, looking towards it, then tells Stan to watch it. Stan grins.

"What, you some kinda mirror monster? Well then, how about I go shatter every mirror in the house?"

"You think I'd let you?"

"Try me."

Attention once again on Stan, the Eye Stealer runs off to chase him while Ford tries to figure out something to do. His mind is sludge, though, from the sleep deprivation, and every few moments, he gets hallucinations of things just outside his peripheral and always jumps from it. His anxiety is through the roof, making it hard to focus.

Stan has been running through the house smashing every mirror he can, all while the Eye Stealer chases him. Stan is tired, and hungry, and desperate, but he's in a better physical state than Ford, so he's able to better hold his own- but not enough. Right before he's about to break the last mirror- the one the monster came through- it grabs his jacket and drags him back down to the floor. Stan swings again, but this time, the Stealer grabs the bat and hurls it away. It starts to claw at Stan's eyes this time.

Hearing Stan's screams from downstairs, Ford grabs one of the prisms that's laying around the place. He stumbles down there and initially aims to hurt the monster, but instead, he throws it so it cracks the last mirror. The monster wails, stumbling back, allowing Stan to get to his feet. The Stealer realizes that he's fucked if he stays here, so he moves towards the mirror.

"This isn't over. I have a quota. Bill was very insistent I complete my mission. I'll be back for you- BOTH of you." Then he went through the mirror, which Ford shatters as soon as it's gone.

Ford's down an eye and they're both pretty badly hurt, but they made it.

From there I think I woke up but that was my dream that I wanna make into a fic now, lol

#gravity falls #the book of bill #book of bill #tbob #stanford pines #ford pines #stanley pines #stan pines #the eye stealer #gf au #tw eye trauma #eye trauma

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forcryingoutlloud · 7 months ago

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Patient

warnings: smut (18+ minors dni!), cockwarming, choking, spanking, dom!matty

a/n: hey! so it’s been a while. this is shit i’ll be completely honest but i just wanted to put something out to try and get my enthusiasm for writing back? anyway it’s mediocre at best but i hope you enjoy! also hasn’t been proofread :|

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

she frowned at him and stood up, moving over to his desk and plopping down on the floor next to his chair, placing her head on his thigh.

she blinked up at him and scowled when he didn’t take his eyes off his computer, huffing lightly to try and get his attention.

she had been at this for almost an hour now. she had woken up from a nap wet and needy but he claimed he ‘had to finish this’ and that it was ‘extremely important’.

she almost felt embarrassed, begging for his attention like this but his bare chest and snug-in-all-the-right-places grey joggers called for desperate measures.

she nuzzled her face into his thigh, running her nose lightly against his bulge, before he grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her away from him, glaring at her.

“what are you doing?” he tightened his grip on her hair when she didn’t answer and she pouted her lips.

“i’m sorry daddy, jus’ need you so bad”, he rolled his eyes and moved his grip to her cheeks, forcing two of his fingers in her mouth.

she moaned, happily sucking his fingers, thinking she had won and that he was going to give in and fuck her within an inch of her life, but she figured she was wrong when he took his fingers out her mouth and slapped her harshly on the cheek.

“stupid little girl. i told you when you came in here that i had shit to do, yet you didn’t listen and disobeyed me,” he shoved two fingers into her mouth and pressed on her teeth, forcing her mouth open.

he smirked at her doe eyes, blinking up at him with devotion, before he spat roughly in her mouth. she let out an utterly desperate moan and squeezed her thighs together, trying to get some relief but whines when he shoved his foot between her legs, ceasing her movements.

“such a needy little thing huh? you need daddy to fix it for you?” he pouted at her mockingly, and she nodded furiously.

“please daddy, ‘ve been so good and patient, need you please-,” she was cut off when he slapped her cheek again, harder this time, and she could feel her cheek get warmer from the impact.

“you’ve been patient hm? i don’t think so princess. my good girl would’ve waited until i was finished with my work, then i would’ve fucked her so good, left her dripping with my cum when she slept.” he sat back in his chair, leaving her to blink up at him with teary eyes.

“but my good girl isn’t here right now is she?” she frowned and shook her head, desperate to please him.

“no, no ‘m here, im a good girl, swear!” she whined. he scoffed and began to unbutton his trousers, pulling them down just enough to reveal his rock hard cock.

he wouldn’t admit it but her desperate begging had affected him too, he was just better at hiding it than she was.

her head perked up when she saw his cock, her eyes lighting up at the thought of finally being filled and fucked. she shuffled on her knees, squeezing her thighs together.

he leaned back against his chair and patted his knee, causing her to scramble up onto his lap. she grabbed the base of his cock and brought it to her entrance, ready to sink down onto him when he grabbed her neck and squeezed, roughly.

"what do you think you're doing?" he spat the words out through gritted teeth and she attempted to swallow. "you seriously think you're going to get what you want, after you blatantly ignored what I said?"

she pouted at him and attempted to roll her hips against his, trying to get him to break and fuck her, but stopped when he brought his hand to her hip, surely leaving a bruise in its wake.

"you'd do well to listen to me sweetheart, you're on thin fuckin' ice already," he spat the words out through gritted teeth and a clenched jaw, brining one of his hands down to lazily thumb at her clit.

her jaw went slack at the touch, arching her back causing her tits to be pushed against his chest through her (his) t-shirt, nipples rubbing against his bare chest, mumbling out a 'sorry daddy'.

he peered up at her over his glasses and sunk her down on his cock with no warning, the utterly desperate moan she let out bringing a sleazy smirk to his face. "oh thank you daddy, thank you."

he pulled her t-shirt over her head and tossed it carelessly on the floor somewhere, pinching her nipples roughly. she groaned and adjusted her knees ready to bounce on his cock before his deep voice stopped her in her tracks. "don't think so brat."

she frowned and looked at him, confusion clouding her face when he smiled menacingly up at her, rubbing small circles into the soft skin of her hip bone. "god you really don't get it do you?"

he grabbed a fistful of her hair, tugging on it so hard that her head fell back and she felt his hot breath on her ear. "stupid girl, still thinks that she's gonna get rewarded for breaking the rules."

he tutted at her and leaned back in his chair, rubbing his thumb over her clit. she jolted at the pressure and he chuckled darkly in her face.

"now you're gonna sit there looking all dumb and drooling on my cock until I finish this. if you so much as move an inch, ill fuck this tight little cunt until you're dripping with me and you won't get to cum for a week. gonna use you as my little fucktoy. understand?"

she whimpered and felt her eyes fill with tears at his demeaning tone, her lip wobbling as she nodded slowly. he raised an eyebrow and slapped her arse hard, surely leaving a handprint in his wake.

"I understand daddy."

#matty healy #the 1975 #matty healy smut #matty healy x reader #the 1975 smut #truman black #truman black smut #matty healy one shot #dom!matty healy

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wishing-on-a-staranise · 1 year ago

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Wasting Time.

(s.h. x gn!reader)

summary: given everything happening in Hawkins, Steve ends up pushing you away too far.

word count: 6k+

warnings/tags: no pronouns used (gender neutral reader); no y/n used; sad; i dont plan on writing a part two to this; s4 stuff; insecure reader; death; loss; injuries; mention of steve's parents; ollie is the real mvp in this tbh; unresolved? yay;

a/n: based off of Lizzy McAlpine’s song, “..what are we?” This was meant to be below 2k. I fought it to keep it below 2k. I lost, immensely and pathetically so. but that's okay.

as for my other stuff, I truly don't know when I'll post it. I've got pretty important things I have going on in life and i really need to do well in a life altering test next year so everything else is on the back burner rn. sorry to those who are really looking forward the next parts but don't u worry I will post them ;)

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You shouldn't be at the store alone.

Considering the recent murders in Hawkins. You really, truly shouldn't be alone.

It isn't like you wanted to be. But the owner of the store you worked at did not necessarily give two shits about you. Refusing to pay you if you didn't show up for a few days. So, it isn't like you had much of a choice.

You sat on the rickety old swivel chair, that your asshole boss wouldn't change. The news was playing non-stop in the background– never in your entire life have you had the news channel on for so long.

The new chief of police was being interviewed by the reporters, telling the viewers to stay calm and assuring that they had it all under control. It didn't help to ease your mind.

You were not calm. Not one bit.

With each movement you made, the rusty metal of the chair groaned underneath you.

You were thinking of calling him again.

You rotated a little. The chair screeched again.

Why hadn't he even bothered to call you back yet?

Your leg bounced. The metal creaked.

Frustrated, you abandon the stupid chair with a pathetic scoff. Opting to just sit on the counter, facing away from the door. You gripped the edge of the surface, teeth gnawing at your lips as you looked at his jacket draped atop the chair you were occupying just seconds ago. His jacket.

What if he didn't want you to call him? Your grip tightened.

You haven't heard from your boyfriend since thursday.

You both had planned to go out on friday— the boy hadn't exactly told you where he had planned for you two to go. He had instead told you to, “Wear something cute like you always do. Bring Ollie with you if y’wanna and I'll pick you up from yours at 5?”

You had bought a new outfit, a couple weeks prior. you had put all your last month's salary into it. Your favourite colour.

You did your hair, a little bit of your face as well. Looking in the mirror, you had looked….. nice.

Something about that realisation had conjured up a lump in your throat. It was rare that you considered yourself good looking. Which is probably why you barely ever dressed up. But at that moment, as you looked in the mirror, a smile grew on your face, one that couldn't be contained.

You couldn't wait for Steve to see you.

You were ready before the clock even hit 4:35.

You waited. No sign of him.

When the clock hit 5:15, you went out onto your driveway, your dog, Ollie following behind you. You waited, pacing the concrete.

6:05, you were sitting on the stairs infront of the door, your dog's head on your lap. You waited.

6:45, your shoulders were slumped, your own head rested on your knees. Ollie napping beside you. You waited.

7:27, it was dark, Ollie whined to go back in. your eyes stung a little. But you scratched him behind his ears and decided to wait out just a little more.

When the clock hit 8:00, you finally got up, dusting the dirt and dust off your brand new clothes. Blinking back the salty tears, you quietly went back to your room after giving your dog his food and water. You changed into your ugly PJs, not bothering with anything else, as you buried yourself in your blankets.

Soon, you heard scratching on your bedroom door, your dog waiting to be let in.

You smiled with a sniffle, letting him jump onto the mattress with you despite your mom’s strict rule to not let the dog onto beds, sofas or carpets. the dog whined a little before laying next to you.

Ollie loved Steve. They had not exactly started on the right foot when Ollie almost bit the boy when you had tried sneaking him in one night. But after some time, they both warmed up to each other– to the point where it became common for Ollie to tag along with you and Steve on dates.

“I'm sorry bud”, you stroked the fur on his head, "i know how much you like hanging out with him." He whined again, warm tongue licking your fingers.

You knew he didn't really understand, a dog couldn't understand insecurities and the utter disdain of being stood up by someone you loved. Yet here he was, sharing your sorrows and wordlessly warming up your blues. Not there because he empathised with you or pitied you but there because he loved you.

The next morning when you woke up, you went immediately to your bathroom, to try and clean the mess that you hadn't the previous night.

Your eyes were red and puffy. You did look like someone who cried themself to sleep. You tried to scrub it all off, not even bothering with being gentle with your poor skin.

You didn't feel pretty when you looked in the mirror now. You felt pathetic.

“Honey!” your mom shouted from the kitchen, downstairs.

“Yeah, coming”, you shouted back as loudly as you could– which wasn't very loud at all.

As you climbed down, you were met with Ollie, tail wagging, nails clicking against the floor.

“Would just not take the breakfast from me”, your brother commented, handing you the dog bowl that was filled with Ollie’s food, “What a dramatic son of a bitch.... literally”

The dramatic son of a bitch in question, looked up at the two of you with big round eyes, tongue out, drool spilling out on the floor. You held up a finger, the dog immediately sat down– wagging tail sweeping the floor behind him. You finally put the bowl down and told the dog to dig in.

“Did you make him sleep in the bed again?” your mother spoke from behind her magazine.

“Why would I do that?” you lied as you refilled his water bowl.

“Because when I came to call you for dinner last night, he was sleeping on your bed, with you.”

“Oh”, a sheepish expression over your face, “I'll clean the bedsheets, okay?”

“and why did you skip dinner–”

Your mother thankfully got interrupted by the loud sound of the front door opening, followed by quick footsteps. “Did you check the news?”, your dad panted, he moved towards the tv in the living room, not bothering to take off his running shoes.

“No, dad. It's only you who is boring enough to watch the news”, your brother’s joke landed flat.

“What happened?”, your mother asked, brows furrowed.

“A Hawkins student was found dead.”

The bell above the door rang, you turned to look at the customer and you felt as if your heart had hit a rib.

There was Steve Harrington, bursting in through the doors, wearing clothes you'd never seen him in before.

He wasn't alone. The boy was accompanied by Dustin Henderson, Max Mayfield, Lucas and Erica Sinclair, Robin Buckley, and Nancy Wheeler. Most of them looked to be covered in dust, grime and worse.

They, without looking in your direction, broke into groups of two, one led by the older girls and the other by Steve, moving frantically through the aisles to get what they needed. It must have been an emergency. Considering all the recent happenings, it might be.

After a few minutes, the group led by Nancy and Robin stood infront of the counter and you started billing everything. A couple minutes later, the group led by Steve joined them as well. It is when they are pouring the stuff onto the counter when Steve finally notices that it's you.

His movements stuttered a little as if he'd just remembered that you worked here and he opened his mouth to say something but closed it before anything could come out.

The silence was awkward and deafening– the others definitely noticed. The only sound that came was the beeps of the scanner. You wondered if Steve had told them about the both of you.

When you moved to put everything in a bag, Steve stepped a little closer to help with putting all the stuff into the grocery bags, it is then that you noticed the boy's skin.

The skin which you knew to be soft to the touch was covered in dirt. Slashes and cuts wound around his neck, a piece of dirty cloth peeking from under the hem of his camo shirt. Blood.

You didn't realise you were frozen stuck until you heard him clearing his throat.

You realised that that the boy had already paid the total, the crumbled up cash placed on the counter. The rustling of the grocery bags alerted you that were moving to leave.

“S– Steve?” your voice came out an unsure whisper.

They all stopped. He looked over his shoulder, then back to his friends, “You guys go on”, he said to them, handing the two bags he was holding to Lucas and Dustin, “ I'll be out in a minute” They silently nodded before leaving to get into a van.

You spoke up when the bell above the door rang on the door closing, “Wh– what is happening?”

He stood across from you, on the other side of the counter, not making any efforts to come closer as he normally would– maybe hoping that you wouldn't see the wounds that you had already seen. “Nothing”, he cleared his hoarse throat, “I'm– I'm sorry for friday–”

Sorry? Is that all you get?

“You're covered in blood and dirt”, you pointed out.

“Trust me it just looks worse than it actually is”, he let out a dry chuckle.

“Whose van is that?” your vision flickered to the winnebago parked infront of the store.

“A friend’s.”

“Which one?”

“Munson.”

“Munson? Like Eddie munson? Have you heard the news?--”

“Yeah I have”, his words came out quick, “and it isn't him.”

“How are you so sure?” your eyebrows drew together.

“I just.. “, he paused, “I just am.”

“And how did you get those? '', you said, nodding to his wounded neck. You wanted to touch him, to hold him, but there was still a counter between the two of you, and closing that distance felt.. wrong like you weren't supposed to do it.

“I got in a fight.”

“With what, a barbed wire?” it came out snappier than you had intended. You really tried to not hold his face in your palm.

“No”, his tone grew more frustrated with every question you asked.

“Then who?”

“No, why do you–”

“Cuz I'm– I'm worried about you Steve.” you interrupted to continue your rambling, “You could get like– tetanus or shit–”

“Hey, hey”, for a second you thought he was going to hold your face like you wanted to do to him, instead he placed his palm on your shoulder, “I’m fine, okay? I don't want you to be worried about me.”

“How the hell am I supposed to do that?” you whispered. “I just want you to tell me what's happening.” his hands fell back to his sides. “Just let me in”

“Nothings–”

“No! Something is happening”, you interjected, angry, worried, “Okay? I know. I know you don't always tell me everything. And that's fine, y'know– I thought you’d tell me when you felt like telling me but don't–” you take a quick breath, slowing down your quick words, “Don't– do you not trust me enough to tell me?”

“I do. But there isn't anything to tell you”, he tried his best to shrug while trying not to pull on the scabbing of his bloody torso– he held back a wince, “Nothings happening.”

There’s a beat.

You can tell he’s lying.

“Why didn't you show up on friday then?” you barely give him a couple seconds to answer before continuing, “God, when I heard someone had died that night, I– “ you stopped before he could hear the quiver of your voice, you gulped. “I called you fifteen times”

“I was at work”

“I went there the next morning to check– it was only Keith there. Told me you'd left already." He opened his mouth before closing it up again.

“Why are you lying to me?”

“And what is Nancy doing with you–” you hated that you were jealous, you never wanted to be that person. Hell, you and Nancy were almost friends in high school. But you couldn't lie and say that it didn't hurt to see them together right after he had bailed on you.

“Well if you noticed, it isn't just me and her, y’know. No need to be jealous–”

“Yeah, I will be jealous, okay? I will be jealous if you start hanging out with your ex and start ditching our dates–”

“I didn't ditch you–”

“I waited for three hours steve. You didn't even call me after or give me heads up. And you already know about everything that's happening in town, so I'm sorry I was worried shitless and you didn't even pick up my calls. And now you're with all these people– which is fine– they’re your friends but your ex is a part of these people. And you're bleeding and definitely wounded, and you won't tell me anything.”

“I will tell you okay, I just–”

“So, not now?”

“I'm running a little late–”

“To what?”

“I'll tell you later okay?”

“When?”

“Just later! Okay? I need to go and you're wasting my–”he stopped himself, seemingly having dug himself a hole. He quickly tried to correct himself, “I need to–”

Your heart had surely stopped, “What did you just say? I'm wasting your time?” tears pricked your eyes, “Is that what this is? A waste of time? Is that what the last eight months have been for you?”

“You know I didn't mean it like that”

“Then what did you mean?”

“I didn't– I ….”, he trailed off. The horn beeped and you heard a muffled shout for Steve's name in Dustin's voice.

You sniffled, “are you gonna get those taken care of at the hospital?” you referred to his wounds, your voice was suddenly so much quieter.

“....yeah”, he said after a moment– lying.

You nodded. “You still need to clean it up and”, you picked up rubbing alcohol, a painkiller bottle from the shelf behind you and some bandages, “bandage it.. ‘til you go to the hospital.” you tossed them over to him.

The horn of the winnebago blared. Steve looked back at the door, he reached for his wallet but you stopped him, “you don't need to. It's fine.” Steve heard you sniffle again.

“Baby–”

“For the record… it wasn't a waste of time for me", your voice cracked, “But I'm really sorry if I wasted your time.”

He stepped closer, shaking his head a little but you weren't looking up, eyes trained on the grain of the wooden counter, trying your darndest to not let the tears fall.

“You should go now.”

“honey–” the horn blared.

“Just go, Steve.”

You only dared to look up when you heard the bell above the door ring. Your vision was blurry as you watched the vehicle drive away.

Honestly, you get it. you understand.

You understand if the guy you loved wasn't willing to let you in. And despite how much it hurt, you couldn't keep him to yourself. You weren''t sure what this entire thing meant. Did you just indirectly say that it was over? Did you want it to be over? Were you willing to let it be over? To let him go?

“C’mon”, he stood at your door with expectant eyes.

You scoffed before looking back at the clock— your parents werent coming home until another half an hour, “alright fine”, you gave in.

After you put your shoes on, you reached for the door handle to shut the door behind you but there was Ollie standing right on the threshold, tail wagging. The dog gave a soft ruff, looking up at you with expectant eyes.

“Please don't bring him along too.”

You smirked, “Ollie you wanna come for a walk?”, the boy beside you groaned playfully.

The dog barked happily before spinning around in circles. His nails clicked against the floor as he sprinted to where his leash and jacket were kept. “Alright, bud”, you moved to put Ollie's jacket on him and hooked the leash onto his collar.

The dog walked infront of the two of you. The sun had set and the three of you were walking under the warm yellow pavement lit up by the streetlights. Ollie would stop every now and then to sniff at a bush, tree trunk or lamp post.

“When will he stop third wheeling us?” Steve finally spoke up beside you.

“Never.”

“This was supposed to be a romantic walk in the snow and now he’s pooping and pissing all over the winter wonderland– wont be a white christmas anymore”

“Oh, shut up. You love him, I know it”

“Yeah, whatever”, he shook his head with a smile.

“By the way, to what do I owe the pleasure of a romantic walk?”

“Wha– ? babe, You say as if I'm not romantic”

“No, you are. But I thought you were going to that christmas party with your parents.”

“Yeah that was until my dad started being an asshole after too much egg nog. So, I booked it”, he shrugged nonchalantly.

“Oh, I’m sorry Steve”

“Eh, it's okay– Jesus Christ, Ollie, how much territory are you gonna mark, boy?’

“Steve..”, your fingers reached for his palm. You both stopped, he looked down at where your hands were intertwined before giving it a squeeze.

“I'm okay. Okay?”

You look at him for a bit. Despite wanting to, you dont push further. You squeezed his hand back, ��okay.” his shoulders relaxed.

You started walking again, pulling yourself further into the boy's side, resting your cheek on his shoulder. It dawned on you then that you had forgotten to wear any jacket or sweater and now you were freezing.

“I’m cold”, you whined through your smushed cheek, the boy chuckled.

“Of course you are. You don't wear one, but make sure the dog’s wearing a jacket– great priorities babe”

“Well, I have you, don't I?” you said, giving him your biggest puppy eyes and the most over-exaggerated frown.

“Yeah, “ he sighs, handing you the leash he was holding, “you do.” He took off his jacket he was wearing over his his fuzzy sweater and helped you put it on. “Better?” he gestured towards the leash to take it back.

You returned it and nodded with a proud grin, “you've fallen under my trap”

“Yeah? what trap?” he muses while smoothing down the crinkles in his thick sweater.

“This…..”, you smirked, “is mine now”, you declared, pulling the material tighter around you.

“Oh, no! The jacket stealing trap! What will I ever do?” he brought his to both his cheeks, shaking his head in pretence worry. You laughed.

“Y’know…”, he started– the corners of his mouth curling up, “I would give you all my jackets if you…… Kiss me?”

“Oh, yeah? That depends…”, you crossed your arms, “How many jackets do you have?”

“Oh, so many– like a million” he shrugged. Both your steps slowed down to a halt. “Billions….. gazillions”

“Wow, babe, that's a lot of kisses”, you moved in a little closer to him.

The leash in Steve's hand tugs accompanied by Ollie whining, the dog came closer to the two of you who were leaning into each other. The dog started pulling on Steve's jeans.

“Hey! Dickhead, I'm having a moment here”

“Hey! don't call him a dickhead”, you admonished.

“Well, he’s acting like a dickhead.”

You glared at him.

“What? We were about to have a lovely romantic kiss before he so gracefully interrupted”

“Why do you have a rivalry with my dog?”

“He’s my arch nemesis”, he said with narrowed eyes directed towards the puppy.

You playfully rolled your eyes before taking the leash from Steve's hand and walking ahead. You laughed as you said, “Oh, please, you're just jealous because I love him more”

“I’m not jeal– what did you just say?”

“Wh– what?” you stopped in your track before turning around, brows furrowed.

“Oh, you just said something”

“What did I–”

“You said you love him more than you love me. That implies you love me.” he explained, walking closer to you. “You said you love me”, he stated with a shy smile as he stood directly infront of you.

“.. did I?” heat crept up your cheeks.

“Yeap, it was loud and clear. Even Ollie heard it. Right bud?” the dog barked in response as if actually had a clue of what was going on in the conversation.

“Oh, so now youre both working together? You know what? yeah, well, so what? I said it. I love you. You got a problem with that?”

“No… I'm pretty okay with it actually”

“Just okay?”

“More than okay. Perfect. Infact, I love you too.”

A shy smile grew on your features, same on his. The two of you leaned in but stopped mid-way when Ollie ruffed. You groaned, pulling away before saying with a stern voice, “Ollie, sit.”

“Little shit, only listens to you”, the boy infront of you mutters as the dog settled down and sat down. You glared at Steve. “Sorry”, he apologized, his head hanging low.

“Now, where were we?” you pull him in by grabbing a fistful of his fuzzy sweater, your lips slotting against one another. An arm wrapped around your waist, the other helped tilt your head. You too held his face back, the other hand snaking down to his waist where the fingers hooked through the belt loops.

You pulled away when his movements started to become a little faster and his hand started moving lower, “Okay, okay. I… its getting late– my parents are gonna be here soon”, you heaved.

“We were only getting to the good part” he whined through laboured breaths.

“Kissing me wasnt the good part?”

His eyes widened, “I– I mean”, he scoffed when he noticed the sly smirk on your face, “Stop messing with me.”

You tugged lightly on the leash to get Ollies attention who had started to dig a hole in the snow, “c'mon Ollie.” the dog’s tail wagged before he shook the snow off of him. The dog took the lead as the two of you ambled behind him.

Most of the walk back was holding hands silently, looking around at the christmas lights everyone in the neighbourhood had put up. When you were almost two houses away from yours, you spoke up, “you know. You could… stay the night?”

Steve looked at the pavement as the two of you walked, you looked at him with expectant eyes. He sighed before finally answering,“You know what? Sure.”

“But you would have to sneak out through the window later”

“Window? With these joints? I'm old.” he frowned.

“Oh, my poor, poor twenty year old boy”, you frowned back with a mock pitying look as you unlocked the main door and removed Ollie’s leash and jacket.

You and Steve wasted no time after that, running up the stairs to your room. As soon as the door was closed behind you, Steve was on you, plump and slightly cold lips moving fast against yours.

“Well, you're eager aren't you?”

“What? No…” he smiled against your skin, a giggle erupted from your throat as the sensation tickled you.

You were about to go back to attaching your lips to his when you heard a woof followed by the wood of the door scratching. The both of you sighed, foreheads touching.

“That little shit”, Steve huffed, “what an attention whore.”

You laughed through uneven breathing before moving off the door and then letting the dog in.

You heard the door downstairs opening and closing followed by your mother’s voice telling you she was home. You quickly went downstairs telling Steve and Ollie to stay quiet.

The boy took a seat at the edge of the mattress, the dog came to stand infront of him for a bit– tail wagging. The dog hopped on his back legs, front paws scratching at Steve's jeans. Steve reached down to scratch him behind the ears, “y’know Oliver. You're real cute and all. But you're one big cock block”

You really shouldn't have been alone.

It all happened so fast. One moment you were wallowing in your own self pity, the next moment, the lights were flickering and soon the ground started rumbling beneath you.

Now, as you were hiding underneath the counter of the store you worked at, the walls shook and ground rumbled. All you could think of was your family, dog and Steve Harrington.

Of course, the world decides to end today of all days.

There was so much smoke. All you could see was black, maybe your eyes were closed, maybe there was a blackout. But something was on fire– there was so much smoke. Your eyes were watering and your throat burned, coughs uncontrollably tearing from your throat. You felt light headed, soot stuck to your sweaty skin.

You really wanted to go home right about now.

Some rest sounded nice. Maybe some sleep.

You felt yourself succumbing to sleep, eyes drooping on their own accord. Breath slowing down. The corners of your vision went black.

It quieted down for a second. It wasn't too much for a second.

Sleep sounded like the perfect thing.

“Help!” a small terrified voice broke through the silence.

“Help!” it came again from somewhere outside the store. You somehow managed to will your muscles to move. You peeked from under the table and through your watery eyes you saw a boy who looked to be younger than you, flailing his arms in the air, limping.

Your body worked on its own accord. Muscles and bones working on autopilot. You crawled from under the counter, grabbed your water bottle and Steve's jacket. Your movements were jerky as you spilled the water onto the fabric, wetting it before putting it over your nose and mouth– a makeshift mask.

You ran. You left your safety bubble and ran. You ran despite the ash in your lungs, despite the shake of your fingers, lightheadedness, and the lactic acid settling in your tired muscles. In your disorientation and franticness, the stupid rusty chair hit your back, the heavy metal smacked hard against your skin but you still ran. You stumbled to open the door, shouted for him to run and pulled him in. You put your bootleg mask to the boy’s mouth.

The rumbling of the earth had quieted down a little; enough to allow you to help him walk over to the desk– your safe bubble.

You were just about to reach it when another wave hit, the ground shook and both of you lost your footing. The boy huddled to you, you moved to cover him to the best of your ability. The aisle next to you groaned and when you managed to look, it was swaying.

You tried to get away.

“Move!” you shouted, your voice barely audible over the rumble. The boy shook under you. In a last ditch effort, you pushed him away.

You tried to get away, trying to crawl away yourself, but the heavy metal shelves hit your spine. Your head smacked against the tiles.

You heard shouting, you weren't sure if it was the boy or you. Your ears were ringing. your limbs felt like jelly buried under the rubble. And you really didn't feel like you could get up. You couldn't really see anymore, the darkness from the corner of your vision had finally spread.

It hurt. It hurt so much that you weren't sure where it hurt or if it was still hurting. You tasted metal, felt a trickle run down the nape of your neck. You felt a little cold. The boys voice came in and out, none of the words truly registering in your brain.

God, you really missed your bed.

You missed ollie. You wished you could pet him again, give him his favourite treat, help him sneak into a bed again.

You missed your parents and your brother. What wouldn’t you do to have one more dinner together.

You missed steve. How you wished you could go back to that winter evening when you fell asleep in his warm arms. When you’d held his hand. You really wanted to hold his hand, hold him close, kiss him.

You felt fingers wrap around your wrist. “I'm gonna try to pull you out”, you barely heard the young boy say through a lumpy throat, you felt a tug on your arm. Pain shot through you. He pulled again, You didn't move. A scream of pain ripped from your chest.

“No!” you screamed, words coming out all slurred up. “No, stop! Just hide under the table and call the ambulance when it's over!” you still couldn't see.

“But–”

“It's okay! You’ll be okay, Ju-- just go!”

“I'm not– your– you're bleeding”, he gripped your shaking palm, “J– Just stay awake!”

“No, Go!” you tried your best to shout but it came out as only a whimper.

The warmth left your palm, you sighed in relief. You really didn't want a kid to see you dying.

A few seconds later, you felt a pressure on the side of your head, a hit of a familiar scent hit you– Steve's cologne. Steve?

“Steve..?”

The box in your hand was as heavy as lead as the lady led you through the Hawkins high gym which had now been turned into a makeshift infirmary for the people who had been affected by the earthquake.

You didn't remember much from the night of the earthquake, you remember falling and hitting your head, the pain and someone holding your hand. Your delirious brain in its haze had convinced you that it was Steve's warm hand. That he had come back and held you while the ground shook. The carbon monoxide poisoning had truly got to you.

Much to your delusional brain’s dismay, It was when you woke up a day later; your parents told you it had been infact a boy a few years younger than you. You later found out that the young boy– Andy, although overall fine, had broken his leg. He and his family packed everything up and moved out of town a week later.

Your muscles were still sore. The stitches and the bandaging over the big gash on your back was tight around your ribs. You had also acquired a wound on the side of your head and though you had bled, you were lucky enough to not bleed to your death or die of a haemorrhage. The paramedics had to shave off a part of the back of your hair to be able to apply the gauze properly. And you were a little embarrassed about it– you guessed you'd have to shave it all off now. You weren't sure how long you'd be willing to wear your brother old, musky baseball hat– you also weren't sure if it was a good idea to put that abomination anywhere near a wound.

"seems like you have clothes and blankets; that one", she pointed to a table with heaps of clothes piled on top of it. They looked to be freshly donated as they were in the middle of being neatly folded by--

"Steve, take these as well, will ya'?" the women beside you said.

He looked up, stilling for a second, “Hey.”

"oh, you seem to know each other. swell!" she clapped her palms before leaving the two of you alone.

“Hey… I uh– I came to donate these”, you put the cardboard box on the table infront of him, “Its uh– its mostly blankets”

“Oh, okay.”

“I– I have a couple more boxes in the car.”

“Okay.”

The walk to your car was a silent one, a little awkward. Surely, your last interaction playing in his head as well. As you weaved through the people, you noticed Dustin Henderson, limping as he gave water to some of the patients. And you had already noticed the scars on steves neck. You really wanted to ask what happened.

“Is everyone in your family okay?” he spoke up shyly, clearly trying to ease the tension even a bit.

“...yeah,”

My brother can't hear out of his left ear anymore.

“Yeah, everyone…”

My dog died.

“Everyones fine.”

“Are you fine?”

You nodded quickly.

You really didn't want to tell him about the giant bruise spread across your back and torso. You didn't want to tell him about the gash on your back or the bandages hiding under your baseball cap. You certainly did not want to tell him about how you were stuck in that rubble for hours with a kid holding your hand, while you had thought that it had been him in your half-conscious state.

“What about you?” you echoed, “Your– your neck?”

“Yeah, yeah– uh.. I’ll be fine.”

Your chest tightened, you swallowed. How did small talk become so hard?

The two of you approached your car, you popped open the trunk, and there were three more well-taped boxes waiting.

You picked one up. “Here, let me–” he picked up the other two. Both of your tried your best not to wince at the strain. “Wow this is a lot”, a half-minded comment as he slammed the trunk.

“Yeah, um– I mean, these people need it more. Plus, it would just be easier to give it away, anyway since we--”, you cut yourself off, trying to pretend you hadn't said anything.

“What?”

You look away silently, blinking, “um– how are you holding up?”

“Yeah, you have already asked me– I'm– I'm sorry… are you– what do you—” he stopped. You looked anywhere but him. It clicked.

“You…. you're… moving, aren't you?” he murmured slowly and as if saying it too loudly would make it real. You nodded.

“Why?”

“Why? Steve– look around. Everyone is moving. People are dying left and right. People going missing, never being found again?And now what, Murders?! My parents are convinced that it is the end of the world.”

“But it isn't– It was just an earthquake”

“An earthquake does not give you wounds around your neck Steve. Ever since the Byers kid disappeared, my dad has been planning to move… and then that night I– I almost ....”, you trailed off, not wanting to tell him more especially after you had just lied to him that you were fine. “I barely made it.”

“What?”

You took a shaky breath in, Steve's chest tightened. “I should–”

“When are you leaving?”

“.. today. Right now. This was the last thing I had to do.”

After that he quietly walked the rest of the way, helping you put the boxes where they needed to be put. As he did it all, his eyebrows were pulled together, the crease between them deep-- what was he thinking? you wondered.

Once everything was done, he finally spoke up, “Can I walk you back? To your car? For one last time, please?” the desperation in his tone was so clear and it made you want to cry.

You opened the door, Steve's jacket draped over the passenger seat. The piece of clothing that probably saved you. The thick material had stopped you from bleeding to your demise. You really had to thoroughly wash it to get rid of the stain. But you couldn't justify throwing it away.

It no longer had the bloody stain, or the smell of smoke in it. However it also didn't smell like Steve anymore.

“Here–”, you leaned into the car to pull it out, fighting back the tears and the waver in your voice, “your jacket… don't worry I cleaned it up”, you held it up between the two of you.

Steve, pushed the material back in your direction, “Keep it. It's yours, remember? It's yours.”

"Considering everything….” you gulped, “I hope I'm not asking for too much", you took a deep breath before finally whispering, "can I hug you… please?"

It was a tight one. It was a desperate one. You hated that you smelled like antibacterial ointment and sweat. You buried your face deeper into his shirt– he smelled like medical gauze, and medicinal cream accompanied with a faint yet familiar scent of his hair products, his cologne and that distinct scent of Steve.

You pulled away, words sticky in your throat, “Take care. Don't die. I'm…..”, you swallowed, “I'm gonna miss you."

You didn't wait for a response, you quickly sat in your car and drove away, not even stealing a look from the rear-view mirror. You only let the tears fall when you had turned the corner to your home.

It isn't like you had a choice of whether or not you were staying. But You hate that he didn't stop you. You hate that he didn’t call your name, to see your face one last time. You hate you still had his jacket in your hands, you hate how tightly you were gripping it.. You hate that there were tears in your eyes. You hate that there was a sob in your ribs. You hate that you said that you were going to miss him. You hate you imagined a life with him, holding hands on romantic walks.

You hate all that. But you don't hate him. God, it'd be so much easier if you hated him.

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x reader angst #stranger things #steve harrington x reader fluff #stranger things 4 #steve harrington x gn!reader #stranger things x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x y/n #stranger things fanfic #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington fic #steve harrington fanfiction #steve harrington angst

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ak1sang3l · 3 months ago

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always - timeskip!oikawa x reader

chapter 1 - Reassurance

in which your anxious husband FaceTimes you from the Olympic village in need of some reassurance.

content warning: none lol

word count : 876

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You had always known that volleyball was the most important thing in Oikawa Toru's life. It was a fact as irrefutable as the sun rising in the east. It wasn’t that he didn’t love you—he did, deeply—but volleyball was his first love, the passion that consumed him. And you were okay with that. You could live with being second to the sport because you knew how much it meant to him.

In your three years of marriage, you had also learned two other things about him: he was the most sensitive person you had ever met, and he wasn’t a genius. These traits, while endearing, also posed challenges. His sensitivity meant he felt everything deeply, from the victories that sent him soaring to the defeats that crushed his spirit. And while he wasn’t a genius, he was hardworking, determined to outplay those who were with sheer effort and willpower.

It was the night before the Olympic final, and Toru was going to face Japan. You were in Argentina, the time zone difference making it a late evening for you, but you had stayed awake, knowing that he would call. The reason you couldn’t be with him was bittersweet—you had just given birth to your first child, and although you wished you could be there in person, travelling with your newborn daughter Airi seemed impractical and exhausting, keeping you grounded in Argentina.

When your phone rang, you answered immediately, eager to hear his voice. Toru’s face appeared on the screen, and even through the small pixels, you could see the anxiety in his eyes.

“Hey,” he said, his voice softer than usual. “Are you busy? Is Airi asleep?”

“Never too busy for you. And I just put the little angel down for a nap,” you replied with a smile, trying to lighten the mood. “How are you holding up?”

“I’m... nervous,” he admitted, his eyes dropping to the floor. “I wish you both were here. I’ve been thinking about her a lot, you know? How much she’s grown already, and I’m missing it.”

“She misses you too,” you said gently, your heart aching at the thought of the distance between them. “But she’s so proud of her daddy, and so am I.”

He managed a weak smile, though the worry lines on his face didn’t ease. “I’m scared,” he admits hesitantly, his voice trembling slightly. “Facing Japan... it’s huge. What if I’m not good enough? They have Kageyama and Ushijima on their team. I’m... I’m not a genius nor am I an athletic monster like those two, you know that.” "I've worked so hard to get to this point in my career. Shit, I even gave up my Japanese citizenship for this. I need this win so much."

You leaned closer to the screen, as if you could reach through it to hold him. “Toru, you don’t need to be a genius to win. You’ve never been a genius, and that’s what makes you so special.”

He looked at you, confusion and doubt mingling in his eyes. “How does that make me special?”

“Because,” you began, “you’ve always had to fight harder, work more, push yourself beyond your limits. Geniuses might have talent, but you have something they don’t—determination. You’re not just playing on the same platform as them; you’ve built your own platform, brick by brick, with your hard work and resilience. You’ve always been able to do that.”

His eyes softened as he listened, his expression shifting from doubt to something more like hope. “But what if I fail?”

“Then you fail,” you said simply, “but it won’t be because you didn’t give it everything you have. I’ve seen you do incredible things, Toru. You’re capable of fighting against anyone, genius or not.”

He was silent for a moment, absorbing your words. “I just... I don’t want to let everyone down. My team, our fans... you. Our daughter.”

“You could never let us down,” you said firmly. “All I want is for you to play with your heart, the way you always do. Win or lose, we’ll both be proud of you. And you should be proud of yourself too, no matter what happens tomorrow.”

A small smile tugged at the corners of his lips. “You always know what to say.”

“That’s because I know you,” you replied, smiling back. “And I believe in you. And so does Airi, even if she’s too little to say it.”

Toru took a deep breath, some of the tension leaving his shoulders. “Thank you,” he whispered. “I’ll do my best.”

“I know you will,” you said, your voice filled with love and confidence. “Now get some rest. You’ll need all your energy tomorrow.”

“I will. I love you,” he said softly, his eyes filled with warmth.

“I love you too,” you replied. “And so does your little girl.”

At the mention of her, Toru’s smile grew a little brighter, the thought of his daughter giving him strength. “Kiss her goodnight for me?”

“Always,” you promised.

With that, you ended the call, feeling a sense of calm wash over you. Toru was nervous, yes, but he was also strong. He wasn’t a genius, but he didn’t need to be. He had something far more important—heart.

And that, you knew, would carry him through.

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#oikawa tooru #oikawa x reader #haikyuu oikawa #oikawa fluff #timeskip au #timeskip haikyuu #timeskip oikawa #haikyu x reader #haikyū!!#haikyuu #haikyu fluff

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twstwinnie · 2 years ago

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✩ Request for Support! : Various

characters: leona kingscholar, idia shroud

tags: fluff, comfort, mutual pining, gn! reader

desc: after realizing your potential as a leader (and seeing how much his dorm likes you), a certain housewarden asks you to be his vice leader.

a/n: AH. I’m really trying to work on requests but these sets are super long, but I wanted to get smthn out, so here’s a little gift! Something cute that I had in mind for a while! I hope you enjoy it!! — winnie <3

✩ LEONA ~

Leona grits his teeth as he attempts to nap. No matter how hard he tries, the yelling in the dorm lounge is too loud for him to sleep through. His ears twitch and he rolls his eyes.

“Ruggie. Go deal with them,” he demands. Ruggie narrows his eyes.

“I’m not your vice. You’re the Housewarden. You do it. I’m in the middle of doing your laundry. Which, mind you, I get paid to do! Sorry, Leona~” Ruggie snickers in response. Leona clicks his tongue and hauls himself up, skulking towards the dorm lounge.

Before he can speak up and tell the unruly few to pipe it down or take their fight elsewhere, another voice speaks up.

“Oi! What’re you fighting about, huh? What’s so important that you’re making it everyone else’s problem?” a familiar voice demands. Leona’s brows raise curiously and he leans against the doorframe of the lounge. Smirking, his eyes follow you as you walk out from the kitchen towards the two Savanaclaw students who’d been fighting.

He watches in amusement as their heads immediately turn down at your arrival. Your presence was certainly something. You had an aura of power and intelligence that other Savanaclaw members lacked. Their athleticism was no match for you. It was clear in the way you carried yourself.

“It’s nothing!” one of the students insists. You cross your arms.

“Clearly it isn’t. You aren’t fooling anyone,” you mutter. “Besides, if it’s gotten to the point that Jack had to get me, then clearly it’s getting out of hand. So tell me. Are you done? If not, settle your spat outside.”

“We’re done. We don’t need to fight it out— it was a stupid argument anyway,” one of them mumbles.

“Yeah, we’re… ugh… sorry for causing this much of a scene,” the other says. Leona watches as you give them a satisfied smile.

“Hey. Cause a scene outside all you want. The dorm lounge isn’t the place for it, especially at this hour. It’s Leona’s nap time and surely, you’d rather I be the one to tell you to pipe it down?” you remind the pair. They both grimace at the reminder.

“We forgot— you’re right. A scolding from the Housewarden would be…” one of them trails off before shaking their head. Both of them scurry off rather quickly after that. Leona smirks before glancing back over at you.

You watch the pair run off before chucking softly. “Leona. I know you’re watching me,” you say as your gaze settles on him. He gives a smug smile before walking over.

“Thanks for dealing with that headache for me. You’re right, I would’ve been harsher. You should’ve been harsher, too,” Leona mumbles as he hangs his arm off you. You laugh and gently swat him away.

“I’m used to dealing with them. And there’s no need to be harsh. Anyone could’ve handled that. They’re rowdy, not unruly,” you state simply. Leona hums.

“Same shit. But I doubt they’d listen to just anyone. You know how Savanaclaw’s pecking order is. They won’t listen to someone they don’t respect. Clearly, you’ve made a name for yourself while I wasn’t looking. Planning on taking my place, herbivore?” Leona questions teasingly. You bark out a laugh.

“And take on all that extra work? No thanks. I have enough on my plate. I’ll let you keep your title, Leona,” you respond with a smirk. The lion shakes his head.

“You sound like Ruggie when you say that,” he mentions. You glance at him.

“Hm. Makes sense. Only difference is that he gets paid to do shit for you,” you comment. Leona raises a brow.

“Oh? And why do you do shit for me, herbivore? Lookin’ to get paid like Ruggie does?” Leona asks. He almost expects you to respond in the affirmative, but you don’t. Instead, you give him a small smile.

“I happen to like you enough to do things without payment. I’m not struggling for money, either. Maybe I just wanna help out and take a few things off your plate~” you say knowingly. Leona puts on a smug expression, but he can’t help the way his heart warms at your response.

He’s so used to having you around the dorm and putting the more rowdy brats in their place. Honestly, you’ve done more for him than necessary. He questioned it at first, but now he knows that it’s because you care about him. You take on a few extra tasks around his dorm so he can rest that few extra minutes.

The thing is, though, is that he knows you don’t do it because you think he’s an incapable leader. You do it merely because it lets him put his focus on his other responsibilities. Your presence makes him a better leader— a better king. He’d never say that openly, but maybe…

“Oi, why don’t you become my vice?” he asks. You’re taken aback by the sudden question. You narrow your eyes at him for a moment.

“I thought you didn’t want a vice. Didn’t you say it’d make someone feel second to you, and you didn’t want that?” you inquire. Leona huffs out a laugh.

“I’m asking you because I know you wouldn’t be second place to me. You’re the only one capable of being my equal. It has to be you, herbivore. So?” Leona looks at you expectantly. You close your eyes and hum for a moment in contemplation.

“If that’s the case, then what reason do I have to deny? Plus, I’ll get a room upgrade out of it, won’t I?” you reply with a mischievous smirk. Leona rolls his eyes.

“An opportunist, just like Ruggie. Why don’t you just move into my room? We’re supposed to be equals, y’know,” Leona mentions.

“Now this just sounds like a ruse to get closer to me. Are you sure you’re not an opportunist, Kingscholar?”

Leona smirks. “Who knows, herbivore? Either way. You agreed to it knowing that was a possibility, right? You’ll be a great leader regardless of my intentions.

“There’s no backing out now, Vice Housewarden.”

✩ IDIA ~

Idia is in the lounge with a group of his dorm members and you. All of you are working together to do some basic maintenance on Ortho’s systems. While this was usually something he tackled on his own, Ortho insisted on getting help from others, so it became something of a dorm project.

Idia narrows his eyes as he works on a small circuit. He glances over in your direction. “Hey, can you hand me the—”

You quickly cut him off. “Already got it. Here,” you say as you hand him the tool he was about to ask you for. He can’t help but smile a bit. It’s like you could read his mind…

Someone else calls you over, and Idia watches as you walk off in their direction. He pauses for a moment to admire you.

You have a focused expression on your face. You know what you’re talking about— so much so that even the members of his dorm willingly turn to you for advice. Somehow, you’ve gotten a dorm full of shut-ins to open up to you.

Naturally, Idia includes himself in that list.

Initially, he was weary of you, but you always showed interest in his games, technology, projects— everything. You could easily follow along with his, admittedly, nerdy conversation topics. Eventually, you started helping him with smaller projects until it became you being invited to help with just about any project Ignihyde became involved in.

He was a little jealous because sometimes you’d get asked to assist with things that had nothing to do with him, but you always seemed to prioritize his projects over others… It made him wonder.

Was it because he was the Housewarden? Or… did you prioritize him because you liked him?

The thought makes him blush and he quickly pushes it away. There was no way someone like you liked someone like him.

“Nii-san? You seem distracted,” Ortho pipes up from where he’s sitting, awaiting the completion of his upgrades. Idia flinches and coughs awkwardly.

“I-It’s nothing, Ortho,” he mumbles hurriedly. Ortho follows where his gaze was before his eyes brighten.

“You were watching—!” Idia quickly cuts his brother off.

“A normie like them? Yeah, right. I wasn’t watching them,” Idia insists, sounding almost dejected. Of course. Someone like you wouldn’t like someone like him.

Before he can continue on that train of thought, you approach him with a smile.

“Idia, are you done? We finished up the rest of the components. If you and Ortho are ready, we can start installation and diagnostics,” you say with a kind smile. Idia jumps a bit before turning to you. The tips of his hair go pink.

At this very moment, he hopes you can’t read minds, considering you showed up right when he was thinking about you (though, he thought about you all the time, so maybe it wasn’t that much of a coincidence).

“Y-Yeah! I’m ready. Ortho?” Idia asks as he turns towards his younger brother. Ortho beams.

“All set!” he chimes. You return a bright smile and help Idia install the new components. All of it feels so natural to him. You, by his side and helping him with Ortho. He can tell that his brother adores you just as much, too.

“Installation complete! I’ll start running diagnostics with the others,” you say softly, turning back to the screens and typing away. Idia’s eyes linger on you, sighing as he watches you.

“They’re kinda like Ignihyde’s Vice Housewarden, right?” Ortho pipes up from where he’s sat, wires attached to him as you run tests.

“Huh…? What do you mean?” Idia asks.

“They make your Housewarden duties easier! They help with Ignihyde’s projects, make sure you show up to meetings, and deal with the other forms for you! Plus, the rest of Ignihyde seems to like them! They have a 99.9% approval rating, according to our dorm!” Ortho explains. Idia sighs.

“Why would they want to work with me, though?” Idia mumbles.

“According to the data I’ve collected, there’s a high chance that they work with you because they enjoy your company, nii-san!” Ortho insists. Idia feels his face flush red, pink creeping up his blue hair.

“What?! There’s no way! I’m a total shut in! That’s like saying the protagonist falls in love with some meaningless side character! It makes no sense!” Idia sputters, but before his brother can respond, he hears a soft laugh from behind him.

“Ortho’s right, y’know. I enjoy your company,” you say from behind him. Idia lets out a soft yell as he turns around to face you.

“WH— are you some ninja? How’d you sneak up on me like that?” Idia asks. You shake your head.

“I called you a few times. You seemed distracted, though. The tests are done, though. Everything’s working properly!” you chime happily. You approach Ortho and remove the connectors and wires. “How do you feel, Ortho?”

“I feel great! Thank you for the hard work!” his brother responds brightly. Idia’s gaze softens.

You’ve always been so kind to Ortho, too. Most people don’t bother with his brother, but you… you’re different.

You said yourself that you enjoy his company, and Ortho’s words from earlier lingered in his mind. Would it be so bad to have you there by his side all the time?

“Hey… I have a question— if you think it’s total cringe you can just pretend I never asked,” Idia mutters. Ortho’s eyes sparkle knowingly as he looks between you both.

“I doubt it’ll be cringe, Idia. What is it?” you ask curiously. Idia wrings his hands together nervously.

“Do you wanna be Ignihyde’s Vice Housewarden?” Idia asks quickly.

“Sure! Why not?” you chime.

“I knew I was a loser to ask, I’m so sorry for exposing you to that cri— Wait. What?!” Idia’s eyes widen in shock. You laugh a bit.

“Did you really think I’d say no? A bunch of other people were bringing it up. Ortho asked me, too, so I figured it was a matter of time before you did. Plus, I’ll be like your player two!” you insist. Idia gives a small smile and sighs.

“Okay, what I said was pretty bad, but that player two bit was S-Tier corny,” he mentions. You hum.

“Guess I’m lucky you like me, then?” you tease. Idia feels his breath hitch.

“Who told you— I didn’t—!” He watches as you laugh and shrug.

“I’m just saying~! You must like me if you made me your vice, right?” you say with a small smirk. Ortho stifles a laugh beside you. Idia rolls his eyes at your antics before giving a faint, fond smile.

“Uh-huh. Don’t get too cocky and make me regret it,” Idia insists.

Deep down he knows, though.

He’ll never regret this decision.

It brought you closer to him, after all.

— fin.

#twisted wonderland fanfiction #twisted wonderland x reader #twst fanfic #twst x reader #twst #twst headcanons #twisted wonderland fanfic #twisted wonderland #twst leona #twst leona x reader #leona kingsholar x reader #twst idia #twst idia x reader #idia shroud x reader #winnie-writes

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wandixx · 8 months ago

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Ghost of fries and hero of cookies final part

All work words count: 14 643 Words in this part: 244 Summary of whole work: Duke wasn't expecting to wake up from his quick rooftop nap to some meta kid with fries. He also wasn't expecting kid to stay Or Danny asked Dani to stay safe while she was in Gotham. Where would she be safer than under the wing of local hero? And he looked like he needed bad day combo anyway This part summary: What happened to Dani (author needs a certificate for being little shit) Beta read by @audhumla-sailor though English is second language for both of us, so proceed with this in mind. I also know all of the charaters through fics alone, so probably ooc. Stay catious if it's something you don't like

First part, Previous part

Dani packed her stuff as soon as she got back from patrol. While doing it, she called Tuck and Sam to coordinate travel plan with them and to make sure she heard where and when correctly. Danny’s birthday were coming, an alien’s autograph would be a good present. Unfortunately she wouldn’t have time to get any of his merch on her way so the sky map she printed in Gotham’s Public Library would have to make it. Because of Sam’s demand she stocked herself in protein bars, other high calorie snacks and tons of drinks. Guy at the register looked disturbed but correctly guessed it wasn’t his business. Thanks for physics meets magic mess that made her backpack lighter. It worked like thermos in a way, though she didn’t even try to understand it.

This flight was going to be challenge not only to her speed but also, mostly, her stamina.

Ancients let her survive.

Turns out, phones couldn’t survive falling from over a hundred feet at around 60 miles per hour. Well she had all important numbers (Jazz, Val, Tuck, Sam non- and yes-emergency Danny) on paper phased inside her hip. From Sam’s money she could buy one in Los Angeles and explain the change of number then. She would have to come up with an excuse though.

She wasn’t going to admit she got distracted and bumped into a bunch of pigeons, got startled and dropped her phone like a silly child.

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I know I could and should post it with previous part but I wanted to build the tension.

Batfam: We will finally meet our almost niece! Dani: Oh, look, plot convienient reason to leave city fast! Dani was setting up most intense and insane work-out playlist known to mankind to get her through her journey when she bumped with these pigeons face first

Starting notes are longer than this part.

Shit, I really should put it with previous part but the tension and potential for drama aaaa I couldn't resist

and @audhumla-sailor is an enabler

Tag list: @pickleking8 @mynameisnotlaura

#dpxdc #dcxdp #dc x dp #dp x dc #dani hangs out with duke #signal got new sidekick and he cares about her deeply #As much as i didn't know what i was doing while writing this #(joker goons bit was written last)#(name announcement was somewhen along or after steph learning about dani)#(training talk came around also then or a bit later during writing of Batfam confrontation)#this was supposed to happen from the start #just not fully socialized Dani forgetting that saying goodbye is a thing and leaving without the word #for some completely safe mundane reason #while all the friends she made and people associated with them are freaking out #because she literally disappeared #wanished without a word #wandixx writes #ghost of fries and hero of cookies #have a nice day dear stranger who got to this part

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iiotic · 5 months ago

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Ink sans fluff headcanons

ask: hi in my humble opinion YOU (someone who from an outside perspective seems pretty awesome) should write ink / GN reader fluff headcanons. i feel like you have a good grasp on his character from what i've seen! - anon

tags: Gn reader, really just wholesome Fluff?? Ink being a sweetheart, not proff read.

word count: 0.6k

Okay let me start of with the fact that this guy cannot feel any emotions without his potions!! However I do not think that if he'd drink the pink bootle of paint he'd fall into the first person he sees. You would have to be chosen.

Ink would love a creative partner, who'd go with him on his lil' adventures!! You don't need to be as enthusiastic as he is just make sure to listen to his rambling.

This guy is completely new to this romance thing so you'll have to be patient with him. His love language is probably gift giving and quality time.

He'd ask a lot of question; what? Why? but as I said he's clueless. Of course, he had seen people dating in some of the aus but he never experienced it himself.

As I said if you're more of an artistic person, he'd support every move that you make. Constantly complementing your work. Would be extremely honoured if you'd draw him, paint him, make sculpture of him or give him a gift, like a braselet just for him!! Tears of joy, literally.

This silly would absolutely draw you so he'd sometimes ask if you'd pose for him. If you agree he's pleased, and if you don't? Well he'd draw you in secret. At one point you will find out, but who cares? However even if you'll agree posing for him he'd draw you in secret, just when you're doing normal things, being yourself.

Are you someone who dyes their hair? Amazing!! He'd ask you if he can help, he really wants to help. Don't expect for it to be perfect, though. He doesn't know much, nor anything.. Really. You'd have to teach him but I hope you don't mind? This skeleton would put a shit tone of rainbow in your hair so it that's not what you're into, you'd have to remind him that.

If you like to dye your hair yourself, he's perfectly fine with that too! He can help you with mixing the paint or give you some towels.

He has shit tone of sketchbooks dedicated just for you!!

Since he's really forgetful and has a short term memory he'd write important dates on his scarf. Like your anniversary or your birthday!! Forgive him if he'd forget, he's a bit scary in a silly way.

If you're away from eachothers for some times, he'd give you some little things that remind him of you. Nothing too big, though. Like something that you both only get, an inside joke between you or a really pretty flower.

If you're a cuddler then i must dissapoint you couse this guy can seat still for a long period of time!! The longest he will seat if he'd take a quick nap which is really really rare because I headcanon that he doesn't have to sleep??

The first kiss would be an incident or be really awkward. He's really really trying to be romantic, but can you blame him for ruining such an important moment? He's trying his best + it'd probably a great, funny and wholesome memory. That only you will remember

(a/n) sorry if this is short!! I really need to get used to writing for ink. I KIN HIM A LOT TBH.

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justagalwhowrites · 1 year ago

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Lavender - Ch. 44

You, Joel and Ellie recover from the events of Silver Lake. A continuation of Lavender Ch. 1-43 found on Tumblr here.

Pairing: Joel Miller x Female Reader

Warnings: Smut :D Unprotected PIV sex (don't be a dumbass). Injuries from canon-typical violence. No use of Y/N. Minors DNI, 18+ only.

Length: 4.3K

Joel was struggling to figure out what to prioritize.

He needed to get you and Ellie far from Silver Lake and he needed to do it quick, before the people there figured out what happened and chased you down.

He needed to get you into something warm and dry before you caught hypothermia.

He needed to have you check Ellie’s injuries and make sure she was OK.

He needed to help patch you up, clean the blood from your skin.

He needed to have you look at the wound on his side, the one that was leaking blood where he was almost certain he popped a stitch when he’d swung the axe at the man who’d hit you.

He needed to hold onto you and Ellie and feel that both of you were near and safe.

He couldn’t do it all at once. He just couldn’t.

He wasn’t sure how long he walked, Ellie plowing forward, desperate to get away from whatever she’d seen and lived in the town. But after a bit, you started slowing down, stumbling through the woods.

“Baby,” he caught you before you ended up on your hands and knees in the snow. You were shaking, your fingers and lips and face pale. He ground his teeth. “C’mon, just a little further, we just have to get to a house, we can stop, we’ll get you warmed up…”

“S’OK,” you slurred, teeth chattering. “You both go on ahead, I just… little break. A nap. I’ll catch… I’ll find you, s’OK…”

You started trying to lie down in the snow then, gently prying your limbs from Joel’s grip.

“Shit,” he grabbed you again, pulling you sharply to your feet. You frowned, confused, eyes hurt. Like you were utterly lost as to why he wouldn’t just let you take a nap in the snow. “No, we have to keep goin’, you can take a break soon, c’mon…”

“But I’m so tired,” you looked like you were about to cry, your words mushy. “Won’t hold you up, just… I just need a little bit, that’s all…”

“Joel?” Ellie doubled back, her eyes still wide, blood still on her face.

“S’OK Baby Girl,” he said. He could feel his chest getting tight again, the feeling that everything important was slipping away from him because he couldn’t keep his shit together, because he’d been too slow to stop the man who’d stabbed him and he’d been scrambling to get control back ever since. He tried to focus. He looked around for a moment. Snow was cold, the bark on the tree in front of him was rough, your skin was soft… He took a deep breath and lifted you into his arms. You groaned in protest as he pulled you against his chest. His stitches pulled and he gritted his teeth against the pain. “S’OK Ellie, we keep movin’, just have to find a house or somethin’, we keep movin’.”

“M’tired,” you pressed your face into his neck. Your skin felt so cold.

“I know Baby,” he said. “I’ve got you, we’re almost there…”

“What’s wrong with her?” Ellie asked, first full sentence she’d said since the three of you had started running.

“Not positive,” Joel said. “But I think hypothermia, she went in the water…”

“Shit,” Ellie swore, shaking her head, tearing up. “It’s my fault, she was trying to protect me and they took her away…”

“No,” Joel shook his head. “Not your fault, nothin’ to do with you and everything to do with them, hear me? Nothin’ that happened there was your fault. Nothin’. Understand?”

She nodded but it didn’t feel very convincing. Joel tried to ignore the fact that his shirt was getting wet with blood where his stomach was injured.

Thankfully, the three of you weren’t far from a hunting cabin. Ellie was the one who spotted it, only 10 minutes after Joel had picked you up. You’d passed out, all awareness of the situation seemingly gone when you did.

The cabin was, thankfully, mostly intact. There were three bedrooms, a hole in the roof in one but everything else was intact. There was a stack of firewood on the porch - someone had likely been supplying it the summer before the outbreak, getting ready for the hunting season that never came. He set you on the floor, near the fireplace. He looked to Ellie.

“Need you to see what blankets you can find,” he said quickly. “Grab whatever you can, OK? I’m going to get a fire goin’…”

“Right, yeah,” she nodded, running into the cabin. He heard her rifling through cabinets as he checked the flue on the fireplace and grabbed wood from the rotting porch, piling it inside the hearth.

He got the fire going and Ellie came back with an arm load of comforters and crocheted throws. He looked up at her as he started unbuttoning your shirt.

“Turn around for me, OK?” He asked. “I have to get her undressed or this ain’t gonna work…”

She nodded and turned her back, nervously tapping her foot.

Joel peeled the clothes from you, the sleeves of your shirt frozen and stiff. He pulled his own shirt off, too, before putting you close to the fire and pulling a blanket over the both of you, wrapping around you tightly.

“Ellie,” he said, trying to keep his voice calm. “Need one more thing from you, Baby Girl. It’s OK to turn around…”

He looked back over his shoulder at her as she faced him.

“Need you to go into Doc’s bag and get some of her medical shit,” he said. “I’m bleedin’, need to try to get that under control.”

“Right,” she nodded, going for the bag and rifling around for gauze. She found a pack and just lifted the side of the blanket, applying it to his wound. Joel rearranged your cold body so your front was pressed against his own, his arms tightly around you. “Is there… can I help?”

“Yeah,” Joel nodded. “You got a t-shirt on under that sweatshirt right?” She nodded. “OK, take off the sweatshirt and get around on the other side of her. Tuck the blanket in tight, try to trap the heat…”

She nodded, pulling the sweatshirt off and lying on the other side of you.

“She’s going to be OK, right?” Ellie asked quietly after a few minutes. “She has to be OK, I can’t… what if I got her killed, Joel?”

“You didn’t,” Joel said quickly, as much for himself as it was for Ellie. “She’s gonna be fine, OK? She’s gonna be fine.”

You had to be fine. He couldn’t live with himself if you weren’t. The sharp pain at the thought of losing you was visceral, it gutted him. It would be just him and Ellie, trying to figure out how to be a family without you and they’d have to figure it out. It would be the only thing he had worth living for.

He held you tighter, closer. He thought you might be feeling warmer but he wasn’t sure if that was wishful thinking.

But then your breathing shifted, growing deeper. He started to relax a little and you twitched against his chest, groaning a little.

“Doc?” Ellie’s head lifted from the other side of you.

“Ellie?” Your voice cracked a bit. You shifted and Joel loosened his grip on you. “Joel? What happened? Is everyone OK?”

“Just a little banged up,” he said gently, looking down at you. “We’re safe.”

You looked down at yourself and pressed yourself back into Joel’s chest.

“Why am I not wearing a shirt!”

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Things came back to you a bit when Joel told you everything. Ellie found an old sweatshirt in the cabin you were holed up in and you bundled in front of the fireplace, wrapped in the blankets. Both Ellie and Joel looked worse for wear. You hadn’t dared look in a mirror yourself yet.

“So,” you said, turning so your back was facing the fire. Your fingers still shook from the cold. “I can’t do much quite yet but… how’s everyone doing?”

Joel and Ellie looked at each other.

“Joel needs some stitching up,” Ellie said, her arms around her shins as she stared at the ground. “I did a shit job…”

“No,” Joel shook his head. “No, Baby Girl, you did an incredible job, I just popped some stitches is all…”

“The fact that he’s alive right now means you did a great job, Ellie,” you said gently. She looked up at you, her jaw firm. “I’m serious. Without you, we’d probably all be dead.”

She just nodded before staring back down at the ground.

Once her face was cleaned up, there wasn’t much damage to be concerned with. You weren’t sure where all the blood had come from. You really weren’t sure if she would tell you.

It only took another hour or so before your hands were steady enough to stitch Joel back up. Ellie said she didn’t want to see you doing “medical shit” but mentioned penicillin before going back to one of the bedrooms in the cabin, bringing her backpack with her. You hoped it would be enough to keep any infection at bay as David’s people had kept most of your medication. All they’d left was the birth control because why would someone like David let people use that. The thought made your stomach turn.

Joel winced and hissed as you stitched his wound closed but he stayed still.

“You’re a good patient when you’re not busy trying to hate me,” you said said as you tied off the stitch. “You need to take it easy for a few days.”

“Think we all do,” he said, looking up at you from his place on the floor. “Have you taken a look at yourself yet?”

You shook your head, not really looking at him when you did.

You could feel that your face was damaged. It was tender and swollen and there was stickiness where blood had dried on your skin.

“Is it bad?” You asked softly. “No one’s ever hit me like that, it felt bad but I don’t know if it was actually bad…”

“Baby,” he said quietly, sitting up and running his fingers over your throat to cradle the back of your neck.

You just nodded a little. You knew that meant it was probably pretty bad.

“I’m so sorry I wasn’t there,” Joel whispered, his thumb stroking your neck. “I should have been there, I should have protected you and her and…”

“It’s not your fault, Joel,” you cut him off, voice gentle. “You protected us at the university. You got us this far. None of this, none of the bad shit, has been your fault, OK? You can’t keep taking the blame for everything bad that’s ever happened to you or me or Ellie or… It will eat you alive if you keep blaming yourself for all of it. Don’t let it destroy you. Please, Joel. If you won’t do it for yourself, do it for me and for Ellie.”

He held your gaze for a moment.

“I can’t keep lettin’ you get hurt, Baby,” he said softly. “I can’t.”

You leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his forehead.

“Then start with forgiving yourself,” you said. “Because I love you too much to let you do this to yourself.”

You got shakily to your feet, grabbing your backpack and a pot with some water made from melted snow in front of the fire.

“I’m going to go get cleaned up and check on Ellie,” you said, looking at him for a moment. “I love you, Joel. I’ve never thought you’ve failed me. Not once.”

You used your flashlight in the bathroom mirror to examine your face. There was a nasty cut along your hairline, one that you probably would have stitched if you’d gotten to it hours ago but now, it would do more harm than good. You cleaned up the blood and sanitized it as best as you could in hopes of not getting an infection. The rest, you couldn’t do much with. There was a more minor cut on one cheek, a bruise blossoming around it, a matching one around your opposite eye. You had all the signs of an orbital bone fracture but it was one that didn’t look like it would require surgery, assuming that you could last a few weeks without getting punched in the fucking face again.

“Lovely,” you sighed. Joel was going to be beating himself up about this for who the hell knows how long when your face looked like this. “Just perfect.”

You gave up on improving things any further and found Ellie’s room, knocking on the door.

“What?” She said, voice flat.

“Can I come in?” You replied. She didn’t answer. You waited for a moment before you opened the door. The lantern was on but she was curled on her side, her arms crossed protectively over herself, staring into space. You leaned against the doorway. “Hey, Gremlin.”

“Hey.” She didn’t sound much like herself at all.

“Hungry?” You asked. “I’ve still got some jerky and they may have stocked this cabin, I haven’t gone through the kitchen yet. They might even have Spaghetti-Os or Chef Boyardee.”

She shrugged. You closed the door and went and sat on the edge of the bed, her eyes following you as you went.

“Want to talk about any of it?” You asked quietly. She shrugged again. You took a deep breath and nodded. “It’s OK if you don’t, I’m not going to force you. But you don’t have to do any of this alone. And I’m going to keep checking in on you. Because I love you and I want you to be OK.”

She just clenched her jaw and stared at the wall. You put a hand gently on her ankle and she jumped before settling back down into the mattress. It made your heart ache.

“Nothing that happened in there was your fault,” you said quietly. “Nothing that anybody did to you, nothing that you did to anybody else. None of it. You didn’t have a choice. They were bad people and they took your choices away from you. That’s their fault. That’s not on you, Baby Girl.”

She sniffed once. You looked around the small room.

“It’s a bit cold in here,” you said. “Want to come sleep in the front room with us? There’s a fire which goes a long way in the warmth department…”

“Don’t want to get in the way of alone time,” she said, a hint of her teasing tone managing to poke through her otherwise flat affect.

“Yes, because we’re definitely going to be all over each other while he’s bleeding and I look like I just went a few rounds with Rocky Balboa,” you teased back, hoping to give her some kind of guide towards normalcy. She frowned and lifted her head a bit.

“The fuck is a Rocky Balboa?”

You smiled a little. There she was.

Ellie did come with you to the front of the cabin. You rifled through the kitchen and found some canned food - chili, green beans and even Spaghetti-Os. You warmed up the pasta and was happy to see Ellie actually eating it. Joel tried to get you to eat some chili but all you could think of were the bodies as they hung in the boathouse, the smell of what you knew now was human flesh cooking the day you examined people. The idea of eating meat made your stomach turn. You stuck with the green beans.

The three of you slept near the fire, Joel holding you and you holding Ellie.

Joel wanted to get up and get moving the next day but you put your foot down about that one.

“Absolutely not,” you shook your head.

“If anyone is tracking us…” he began but you cut him off.

“It snowed overnight,” you said, nodding to the window. “So our tracks are covered. And given how desperate the people there were for food, I think it’s safe to say they don’t know this place exists. You’ve got an open abdominal wound, I’ve got a busted orbital bone, we’re not going anywhere. The Fireflies have waited this long for us, they can wait a little longer.”

“I agree with Doc,” Ellie said. “We’re just going to get ourselves killed if we go too early. We should stay put.”

Joel, reluctantly, agreed.

You tried to do what you could with the days you were spending at the cabin.

Ellie was still withdrawn. Something had happened to her, that much you knew. She’d emerged covered in blood but there wasn’t a cut big enough on her for it to all have been hers. She’d hurt someone. You weren’t sure why. She still wasn’t talking about it.

The third day, Joel took the rifle into the woods and came back with a rabbit, which he and Ellie cleaned and dressed. You watched them work through the process, Joel at the point in teaching her that he was asking her how to do the job and letting her explain the next step.

“Good job, Baby Girl,” he said once the rabbit was on a makeshift spit over the fire. “You’re a natural.”

You played cards quite a bit, and taught Ellie dominos. There was an old copy of Operation there, too, that somehow still had a working battery.

“This one really isn’t fair,” Ellie griped as the three of you sat around the kitchen table as you pulled the water on the knee slowly, gently, from the game board. “You literally operate on shit. Like human people. Of course you’re going to beat us at this.”

“You really thing I’m pulling butterflies out of stomachs and getting buzzed when I miss?” You asked over the board, brows raised.

“Maybe,” Ellie said. “Doctor shit is weird! How would I know?”

“If you paid attention in my classes you’d know,” you teased.

“Should have talked about shit that was more interesting then,” she said. “Not my fault you were talking about stuff like cell walls and shit.”

You smiled a little and your hand slipped, making the board buzz.

“There, see?” You said. “You’ve got a shot.”

“Hell yeah,” she said, taking the tweezers and drawing a card.

She seemed to come and go. Sometimes, she was her usual self - oddly prickly and bubbly at the same time, filled with energy and curiosity and fire. Others, she was quiet, withdrawn, her face and voice flat.

After a few days of all three of you sleeping on the floor of the living room, Ellie decided she wanted to move to one of the bedrooms.

“You’re sure?” You asked. She nodded.

“I think I just…” She shrugged. “I want some time on my own.”

“You can always change your mind, Baby Girl,” Joel said.

“I know,” she said. She at least sounded more like herself, less like the empty version of her that had taken up part time residence since the three of you had left Silver Lake.

You waited until it was quiet and you thought she was settled in for the night.

“I’m worried about her,” you said, keeping your voice low. Joel just nodded once. “She talked to you?”

“No,” he sighed, gruff. “Not sure how to get her to talk to me, either. Not exactly great at it.”

“You can be when you try,” you smiled a little, tucking yourself under his arm.

“I am tryin’,” he said. “But this sort of thing… I could get Sarah to talk to me about boys or trouble at school. Never had to deal with shit like this, thank fuck.”

You nodded slowly.

“Trauma’s a different animal,” you said. “You’ve been there, you know…”

“I’m not sure I have been there,” he glanced at you. “At least not… not like this. You have…”

You paused, looking at him for a moment as he stared into the fire, face hard.

“I don’t know that it got that far,” you said after a minute. “And if it did… just because you haven’t lived through that specific awful thing doesn’t mean you can’t help. You know what living with pain does. You can support her through it.”

He tugged you a bit closer and kissed your temple. The two of you played a game of rummy and Joel asked if he could make it interesting about half way through.

“What did you have in mind?” You asked, brow arched.

“I win, I get to ask my doctor to clear me for some other fun activities,” he said. “What do you want if you win?”

“That’s tricky,” you said, thinking for a moment. You landed on it, smiling.

“Oh no,” he said. “Might regret this…”

“If I win,” you said. “You have to perform a song for me and Ellie, a-cappella, before we find the Fireflies.”

He glared at you over the top of his cards.

“You drive a hard bargain,” he said. “But I’m confident.”

He won handily, smiling. You shook your head a bit.

“Should never have taken that after we were part way through,” you said. “You knew you had that…”

He shrugged.

“Been a while since I got to properly touch you,” he said. “Had to risk it.”

You had him lie back in front of the fire and you checked the wound. It was healing well, no sign of infection.

“I don’t know,” you bit your lip. “You really shouldn’t be pushing it, Joel…”

“Promise I’ll take it easy,” he said. “Now I ain’t proud of it, but I am willing to beg…”

You rolled your eyes.

“Just get ready to take your pants off, Miller,” you said. “But I swear if I think you’re pushing yourself too hard…”

“Now when have I broken a promise?” He asked, pulling you down beside him.

He kissed you gently, sweetly, teasing your mouth open and slipping his tongue inside. His fingers pulled at your shirt, opening the buttons and moving his hand into your bra to cup your breast.

His touch made you moan against his mouth. It had been a long time, damn near two weeks. You’d just been so distracted trying to keep an eye on Ellie and make sure you and Joel were healing well that you hadn’t realized that it had been so long.

But your body noticed. His touch sent a jolt of heat and longing through you, curling and settling low in your stomach. You pressed yourself closer to him, tugging at his shirt and sliding it down his arms. Your fingers traced his chest, his arms as his kiss deepened.

His hand slid lower down your body, to the top of your jeans. He unbuttoned them and slipped inside, his fingertips running over your already dripping seam.

“This all for me?” He breathed, nipping at your lower lip. You just nodded. “Have to make good use of it, then…”

He dipped a finger inside you while his thumb worked your clit. He moved slow and easy at first, but he worked his way up, pressing into you harder and faster, adding a second finger to your aching hole.

“Joel,” you whimpered as he curved his fingers inside you to work the place inside you that made your toes start to curl.

“You feel so fuckin’ good Baby,” he groaned. “Fuck, almost forgot how good and this is just on my fingers…”

He kept opening your sex with his fingers until you came around him in a shuddering gasp, pussy throbbing over him and making him moan.

“Need you,” he said roughly as your orgasm gave its final few flutters. He slid his fingers from you and pulled your pants and underwear down and off. He quickly did the same to his own. Your eyes drifted to the bandage at his side and you panted for breath.

“I don’t know about this Joel,” you said, almost groaning it. You wanted to know about this. You wanted him inside you, needed him deep inside you…

“Here,” he guided you onto your side next to him and hitched your leg over his hip, your knee coming to rest not too far from his injury. He notched himself at your entrance and looked in your eyes. “Promise, I’ll go slow and you’ve got access to the wound if you get worried. OK Baby?”

You just nodded. You were too desperate for him to actually say no.

He held you close and pushed into you, his cock feeling thicker than normal in this position.

“Fuck,” he breathed as he moved, sinking into you to the hilt, his cock stretching you open. “Fuck, Baby, I missed you, missed you so goddamn much…”

He kissed you before you could respond and started to move within you.

Joel kept is word, moving in you slowly but forcefully as your body worked his. Your hands ran over his back, tangled in his hair as your hips rose up and down over his thick length. He picked up the pace a bit, cutting your protest off with a strangled moan as he slid one hand between your bodies to find your clit. You had to press your mouth into his chest to keep from groaning too loud.

“There you go Baby,” he whispered in your ear as you whimpered into his chest. “Cum for me, cum all over me, want to feel you…”

You obeyed - you didn’t have another choice, Joel completely overwhelming you as your body throbbed around him. He pressed into you deep and came apart inside you as your orgasm eased, clutching you close and holding you tightly to him.

He kissed your forehead softly as you went limp in his arms and he panted for breath, part of him still buried inside of you.

“Never want to go that long without touching you again,” he kissed you again. “Never.”

A/N: Just a little chapter of some reconnection and whatnot before we head off to Salt Lake City. Are you ready? I don't know that I'm ready but WE'RE ALMOST THERE EITHER WAY!

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cobrabobra · 2 years ago

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Established relationship, mentions of sex and making out, drug usage(smoking weed), it's set around Alexandria era, don't ask where weed came from in a zombie apocalypse, reader is somehow experienced, english is not my first language so I apologize for any mistakes

Getting high with:

Carl:

When you asked if he wanted to smoke weed he just shrugged and said "sure"

He was completely chill about it, of course he asked some questions, but he wasn't stressed at all, he was just excited to do normal teenager stuff

When you were rolling the joint, he observed you carefully, almost mesmerized by the movement of your fingers

"You're pretty skilled with your hands" he said, oblivious to how it sounded.

"Carl... " you only sighed.

He struggled a bit at first but he got a hang of it pretty quickly and before you knew, you were giggling at something

He relaxed completely, which was a delightful sight, you don't normally see him in this state, because he's always alert, ready for a walker to attack, it's nice to see him forget and have fun, even for a little

You've never laughed so much in your lives, you normally crack each other up all the time, but this was different and Carl's reactions as a first timer were hilarious

He watch him doze off for a bit with a big smile, you could tell that he was enjoying this

You just hang out, talk, laugh at pages from comic books, try to throw darts, which wasn't a good idea and Rick was not happy about a broken window.

But most important part of your little smoking session was Carl looking in the mirror

"I look sick!" he exclaimed happily and the both of you started to laugh

It might've been a small thing but Carl remembered it and this helped him accept himself a bit more

When you started to calm down a little you both practically attacked each other, hungry lips meeting in a sloppy, wet kiss, you tried different making out positions but before you could find the best one...

"I'm hungry"

Daryl:

Daryl wasn't keen on the idea, he's done drugs before, more than just weed, but it was before he changed, before he realized how bad his previous lifestyle was and he know doesn't like the thought of being high again

When you asked him he refused, so you asked if he'd be okay with keeping you company and honestly he wasn't exactly comfortable around someone high but he figured that he'd be okay with you

So you got stoned and he got drunk and it was much better than he thought, he was afraid that it'd end up badly, but he had really good time with you

After a while and a lot of thinking he asked you if you wanted to do it again, but this time he was smoking too, he just loved seeing you comfortable and laughing, he knew it'd be fine

And it was mighty fine, Daryl was sitting next to you and he told you every story he could think of

"And he turned out to be a cop"

"No way!" you laughed, you couldn't believe that Daryl could've done something like this, it was almost like he was talking about someone else

"Yeah he did and then..."

You ended up drifting off while cuddling and it was the best nap of your lives

It didn't happen again but if it did, Daryl would be happy to join, you've changed his way of looking at drugs, showed him that good company was all he needed to not have a bad experience

Negan:

Negan had handful of experience with drugs, not anything crazy but he was a teenager once

When you asked him if he wanted to get fucked up he just raised his eyebrow. Who did you take him for? Of course he wanted to!

"Oh, we're smoking weed? That's kinda gay don't you think?" he'd said but he was glad, if it'd been anything else he could be in trouble if something urgent came up in the Sanctuary

You regretted it a bit though, that man smoked almost all of your stash, which was much to begin with

Regardless of that you had a great time, well a great as it can be when it comes to a guy that will tease the living shit out of you

You sat on a couch in his room and talked, well mostly Negan talked, but listening to him in that state, fumbling in words, laughing every two seconds, swearing even more, it wasn't like any conversation you've had before.

You quickly found out that he was full of ideas. Were they good ideas? No, God no. Did you still do it? Of course you did.

"How 'bout we play some golf, hm?" he said swinging Lucille around.

"Do we have a golf ball?"

"We have rocks"

Then Negan had a great idea of cooking something, you would've thought that the man you lead an entire community would be responsible, but no. The kitchen was an ungodly mess, pasta was undercooked, sauce way too salty, not mentioning almost burning the entire place down, because Mr. Smarty pants insisted on making garlic bread saying that he's an excellent cook and it'll be fine.

When you were looking at the inedible horror you've made, Negan had another great idea. Standing behind you to grab your ass and start to pepper your neck with kisses. He didn't care that there were innocent people around that didn't want to look at what the both of you were doing.

You wanted to say the sex was good, but you didn't really remember it, but you were sure that there was sex. There had to be, Negan wasn't a person who was easy to say 'no' to.

#carl grimes x male reader #carl grimes x reader #twd x reader #daryl dixon x y/n #daryl dixon x male reader #daryl dixon x reader #negan x reader #negan x male reader

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m-musings · 5 months ago

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Headcanons: Din Djarin and the 5 Love Languages

A/N: the format of this one is gonna be different than the other love language posts since it's just one character instead of multiple but it should still work.

Word Count:762 Warnings/Other Notes: no warnings but this shit is cheesy as fuck lmao

To any outside parties, Din may seem like an ice cold killer without remorse, but to those who are truly close him, he is a man with a loving soul. To those select few, especially his chosen partner, He shows that love in many different ways.

Words Of Affirmation:

While Din isn't the most talkative person in the galaxy, he knows what the value of words is to some people.

If he sees you doing well at something you've been working at for a while, he is sure to encourage you with a smile hinted at in his voice.

When you're feeling down and need some reassurance, Din's right beside you, telling you how proud he is of your accomplishments and how honored he feels to get to be in a relationship with you in an attempt to make you feel a bit better.

And when Din is away from you for one reason or another, he's always sure to send you a message on your commlink so the two of you can check in on each other when needed.

Even if Din has a harder time than most others articulating how he feels, just know that he is always thinking of the right things to say to you to let you know he cares.

Acts of Service:

Due to his past as the renowned bounty hunter, Din shows his love and respect the best when doing tasks for others.

You need something from the market in Nevarro City? He's offering to get it for you! Tired after being up all night with a sick Grogu? Go take a well deserved nap, he's got things from here.

If you were the one sick in any way, he would drop everything to nurse you back to health and if someone were to hurt you on purpose? May the universe have mercy on them because Din's hunting them down with a furious expression hidden beneath his helmet.

He'll even do little things for you, like helping you put on a piece of armor or carry a supply pack for you.

Anything you need, he'll get it or do it for you as soon as he's able just to see you happy.

Physical Touch:

Even though it may not seem like it when you first meet him, Din is a sucker for any of romantic touch.

At the beginning of your relationship, he of course won't take his helmet off in front of you but once he does, you can expect a kiss from him the first moment he sees you in the morning.

When out and about, he's got a hand on your back or shoulder, using guiding you around as an excuse to hold you for a moment.

Din isn't a huge fan of PDA but won't mind if you or Grogu hug him for a short while, even if it makes him a little less intimidating to others.

And when you two get home that night, be prepared to get cuddled the shit out of until morning light, because his ass is NOT letting you go.

Gift Giving:

While gift giving is a little more rare with Din, he still loves to see the way your face lights up when he gives you a present.

The majority of gifts he gets for you are small but meaningful, like your favorite food or a pretty item you liked in passing.

On the occasion that he gets you something grand, you can tell that he put a lot of effort and time into getting it for you.

Din adores seeing the excited expression you get when receiving something that you had been wanting for some time.

And if you get him something in return, he cherishes it almost as much as he cherishes you yourself.

Quality Time:

Time spent with loved ones is extremely important to Din. After a life full of chaos, he enjoys being able to spend a few quiet moments with his family.

Once he gets the house on Nevarro, some of his favorite days are spent watching you and Grogu play around the small frog pond.

If you and Din ever want a day to go do something by yourselves, Peli is happy to come and babysit while you enjoy some alone time.

After a stressful day, all Din wants to do is be with you, eating a warm meal as you recall something funny that Grogu did while you were running errands.

And when push comes to shove, you don't have to be right next to each other, Din just likes being in the company of someone as wonderful as you.

#the mandalorian #the mandalorian imagine #the madalorian x reader #din djarin x reader #headcanon

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idcbabyialreadylostmymind · 2 years ago

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Pairing- Lo'ak x Aunt!reader

Summary- Lo'ak lost a very important scroll only to have it catch onto a vicious creatures claw and into the forest and he finds help from someone unexpected.

A/N- ngl i watched Encanto with my nephew and Bruno and Mirabels relationship is what made thia fic come to life.

Na'vi Translations: Palulukan- thantor, Nantang- viperwolf, tinan mo- reading space, yayo- bird, Ma 'ite- my daughter

Lo'ak fucked up.

He majority and royally fucked up.

All because of a stupid bet.

"Lo'ak you are the biggest pussy I have ever met." Spider laughed and Lo'ak huffed at his jokes, for what seemed like forever, nineteen minutes, Lo'ak talked about how he could totally get an scroll and no one would do anything about it. "I bet if your dad was right here you wouldn't even look or even think about the scrolls." Spider let out a loud laugh before tapping his old friends shoulder just to be shrugged off. Lo'ak was thinking, thinking 'I'm not a pussy, I'll show this little shit head something." He stood up and now looked down at the human male. "I bet I could get the scroll take it all the way out to the forest and no one would even notice." Lo'ak betted and Spider stood on a rock now eye to eyes with him.

And just as he betted off his favorite weapon he stole the scroll, some scroll that talks of a really old and sacred ritual, some spiritual mumbo jumbo he could learn abut from his grandmother or mother. He walked deep into the trees of Pandora's jungle, hopping from tree branch to tree branch he sees a grass opening and his hand softened with the grip it had in the scroll and then he sees a palulukan was lying down for a nap in the sun getting up and looking around. And then Lo'aks attention turns to a yell that was a little too familiar. "Lo'ak that was one of the most important scrolls Spider told us because we need it!!!" Neytiri screamed as she search from above on her ikran. And as he went to turn he lost his footing, dropping the scroll to catch a branch. His eyes widen as it landed right on top of the palulukans head and it went on as if nothing farther into the forest.

He found himself searching through the forest for a scroll on top of one of the most deadliest predators. He had never been this deep in the forest, he didn't know what was surrounding him, if something was watching him, but there was no way he was going home without that scroll. As he walked farther he was snatched from the middle of the foret to behind a tree hand over his mouth.

"Shut up."

He watched as you held your hand over his mouth and how you watched a pack of nantang stalk past you and then when they pasted and three more minutes you pushed him forward. You look at him and then turn away walking deeper into the forest. He quickly followed you never losing your trail. You stop and turn around annoyed from his presence. "Go home kid." You tell him. "I j-just wanted to say thank you for saving me back their." He thanked you and waited for your response but all you did was continue to walk.

He trailed behind you.

"I said go home."

"I need, I just need some kind of directions." Lo'ak spoke and you turned around to him. "With." You ask. If all honesty he intrigued you and by his five fingers he had people of the sky blood running through his veins. "Well I lost a scroll an ancient one and it kind of fell from my hand." You face fell serious as you stared at him rolling your eyes as you continued to walk. "What?" He yelled running up towards you now jogging as your longer legs made wide strides. "It is your fault you lost the scroll you find it." You quickly responded ducking under a branch.

Lo'ak took a few head turns taking in the unventored parts of the jungle.

"Well it's not my fault I lost it." Lo'ak said before huffing as a branch flew towards his face only stopped by your bow. "Is that so?" You say and he rolls his eyes before ducking under the tree and heading to wherever you were taking him.

"I wouldn't have dropped it if my mother, Neytiri, didn't scream my name and lose my focus." The familiar names made you stop dead in your tracks. "Neytiri.." you whispered but not quiet enough apparently. "You know her?" He asked and you sigh before your eyes widen. "You are Neytiri's son." You say hand rubbing your eyes. "Yeah." He says. "Oh Eywa." You whisper. "What?" He asked and you shook your head and laughed. "Are you punishing me, Great Mother?" You yell to the sky. "Neytiri is my sister."

Lo'aks jaw fell slack, and eyes widened and then a smile cracked his lips. You huffed as you walked through the forest. The rest if the walk was quick as you were so lost in thought you couldn't talk.

Neytiri, your sister. Your older obnoxious teasing sister is a mother. Did she just have him or does she have more? Who is her mate? Is she happy? Content? Does she still think about you just as much as you did her.

You blinked the tears that were in your eyes away as you opened a makeshift curtain letting the kid into your home.

You walked in shortly after jim making sure no one else was lurking because you were paranoid like that.

Walking into your home you see the boy playing around with the claw of your lost ikran, Hafyon. All because if the war you lost your best friend, your soul brother. Slapping his hand away you take his claw and place it in a small drawer made of plants and tree bark.

He walks off to another dresser that was covered in books you documented in and you may or may not have swiped from the tinan mo before leaving. Picking amd book up a quickly getting disinterested , huffing out loudly and outting the book down a layer if dust coming up from the contact if harsh air, in your defense you haven't had much time to read.

"So you like my aunt or something?" He asked pointing at him and then you scrunching up eyebrows, these are some of the first eyebrows you've seen on a Na'vi. "Well I suppose, seeing as your mother is my sister." you said blatantly. " And you like have been living her for almost a decade no contact with anyone." He said and you seem almost offended you do have contact with people or atleast things.

"I have contact with the yayo." You say picking up a small bird that sat down eating the food you left for them. "This is Ra'zuk he is quite a cute bird isn't he." You say scratching his belly earning a chirp.

"Yeah totally." Lo'aks sarcasm was easily detected as you say the bird down and followed the boy to a living your type area, flopping down on a little recliner you made your legs were perched up and back finally relaxed after a day of scouting for any remote danger.

"Soooooo," Lo'ak dramatically said sitting on a very small chair that was small enough to probably be a side table to hold one singular lamp.

"hm." You responded. "Why have you been here and not living in the new hometree my father constructed with the clan, with your family, with us, my mother, and Grandmother Mo'at." You peaceful relaxation ended right there, opening your eyes you deadpanned looking at him. "Just go home and don't tell anyone this happened." You try to tell him but the stubborn boy wouldn't listen. "Just what happened?" He asked getting irritated with your lack of an answer.

It was quiet, an unsettling, off-putting, silence. The thing to break it was one last sigh that left your throat.

"I left because I was a problem." You said and he left his head, ears perched and eyes widened in intrest. "What do you mean problem."

"Well me and my sister, we both are talented warriors, but I have a tendency to find my way into a little bit more trouble than most." You explain. "And my mother, which makes her your grandmother didn't like that, and one day it was shortly after that demon from the sky JakeSully showed up. And I saved him and a group of others from a mini pack if viperwolves once, they really didn't know how to hunt." You laugh at that memory.

"Okay in with the story, one day a sky person blew up a lake sight, it was so beautiful, so many innocent creatures died all because they are greedy, but I knew what everyone was gonna think because I'm Y/N and I always mess things up." You say getting up to stop yourself from crying. "So I left." You finish.

Lo'ak knows what you feel like, its how he feels with Neteyam and he couldn't let you stay here plu he needed help finding the scroll. "How about you come home?" He suggested and you looked at him as if he had five heads. "You help me find the scroll and they'll see that 'oh she is more mature she'll be let back in'. He finished his sentence and now your head hurt and you wanted him out, wanted your quite, slightly creepy little jungle back.

"Y'know what I'll help you find that stupid scroll," you say and he gets visibly excited and you had to shut that down. "But," you say picking up your bow. "After that I'm going back to my home and you go back to yours." You tell him and he nods.

Heading back out of the little hut you make and easy knot to close the curtain.

"So you say it landed in palulukan hair?" You ask him picking some soil off the ground and rubbing it between your fingers. "Yes, and I know palulukan hair is so thick its almost impossible anything will fall out." Lo'ak said and you shook you head. "This way." You say pointing a little west. As you walked in silence as you hunted down the scroll Lo'ak began to notice large scars that lingered on your arm, legs, and there was one on the left side of your face.

"Where are these scars from?" He chippered, he wanted to make conversation. "A few nantangs, a few dinicthoids, and a few other animals I've had to fight to live." You reply and back to silence it was.

It was about 15 minutes back into the silence and you thought you should at least try and make conversation. "So, hows you life, you got siblings?" You ask. His head peaks up and he smiles halfheartedly. "Yeah I got an older brother, Neteyam total suck up always 'Yes sir' 'No sir' always thinks hes responsible for me so annoying." The way he talked about his brother reminded you of you and Neytiri in your youth.

"And then I have two sisters Kiri and Tuk, Kiri is adopted but that doesn't really matter she's my age and is training to be Tsahik after grandmother, and Tuk she's kinda just the perfect little sibling except she's always following me around."

Finishing his little introduction to his siblings you nodded. "I know I've been asking a lot of questions." He began and you breath in deep before getting ready to answer another one of questions.

"Why'd you stay so close? Why not leave?" He asked and you feet stilled stopping in the middle of the forest. "I love my family and I could never leave my family, but I guess the main reason I stayed was one day I hoped maybe I would go back, but thats just a dream anyways we're here." You say and you push a bush to the side showing a pile of rubble sitting in a what would be a clear opening to the woods.

He was the first one to step from behind the bush and then you making but not before making sure nothing followed you.

"Wow." He said looking at all the stuff that was just piled on top of everything. "This is were Ikeyni leaves all the stuff that gets caught in her hair." You tell him sticking your bow in a easy and accessible corner and get ready to look through all the trash. "Ikeyni?" He asked. "Oh well I've had to run from her so many times that I gave her a name." You say. " Come lets begin looking." You say hands making the first dent of the pile.

-2 hours later-

The sky was darker and you and Lo'ak reeked of molded fruit and sweat and still no scroll.

"Ugh its useless I guess I'm going to have to live in exile like you cause I refuse to face the wrath of my mother not to mention my father." Lo'ak said sitting down in a circle made by the rubble around. "I don't live in exile I live here on my own free will." You reply to him and he puts his hands up. You sit next to him and you breathed heavy from how much stuff you moved. You two sat in silence, nothing moved, nothing jumped out, nothing.

It was depressing that's what it was.

Lo'ak took a deep breath and looked around, and it almost missed his eye. A rolled up leaf, that had little creases showing that its been used by many, and it had the Omaticaya clan symbol on it. He crawl quickly to it and open it and it was just as he prayed to the great mother it was. "I found it!" He yelled in excitement and you ran to him taking the scroll from him before he got up and jumped in excitement.

He smiled up at you and you smiled at him before breathing out. " Come I will take you home." You say moving the bush for him once more. And just before you left you saw two glowing dark eyes looking at you, you smile before bowing you head to the palulukan. As she does.

Lo'ak was all smiles as you walked him closer to hometree, he held a tight grip on scroll sure not to lose it this time.

Now you stood at least ten feet from the hometree and you and Lo'ak looked at each other. "Well let's go give them the scroll." He said pulling your arm and you retract it back. "Lo'ak I am not going." You say and he looks at you confused.

""You're the one who lost the scroll Lo'ak you should be the one who gives it to them." You say moving your hands around. He looks at you as if you made the lamest joke he's heard. "Your afraid Grandmother will see you." He said. "Yup, I- I mean yes yes." You say as you start to walk behind a tree only stopping when your first foot makes it behind a tree. "Hey Lo'ak when you give them back the scroll and everything is alright come visit?" You ask him and he smiles. "Aunt Y/N when I give them back the scroll I'm bringing you home." He said and you only smiled before disappearing into the jungles of Pandora.

He watched debating in dragging you back, you didn't deserve to leave so far yet so close from people who love you.

He sighed before walking into hometree.

And as Lo'ak walked to his home you walked to yours, he reminded you of well yourself at his age, full of ignorance only wanting to have fun and to be loved. And you wondered about your sister and her family, and then you thought of your mother. You never fot to tell her how much you appreciated her and lived her before you left. Pulled from your thoughts you heard a ikran screech your ears perched, and then your thoughts went to Lo'ak.

Seeing a stray pa'li, throwing your leg over it and connecting your cue you ride to the hometree.

"Lo'ak how could you be so reckless-" Jake said to Lo'ak as his family surronded them and he got cut off by the sound of horse hoofs stomping breaking his scolding.

Jumping off the horse you point towards them as you breath heavily, "Its not his fault." You yelled as Neytiri and Mo'at looked taken back. "He wanted me to help find the scroll and i was like 'go home kid and he was all 'no I'm gonna find the scroll-" cut off by the warm embrace of Mo'ats arms crashing into you.

You stumbled back before wrapping your arms around her. She stepped back before caressing your face. "Ma 'ite." It was one of the few times Mo'at smiled, truly smiled. You looked at your sister bashfully she had a hand over her mouth and eyes displayed no emotion. You sent her a sheepish smile before she reached out seeing if you were real and when yiu stayed she threw herself into tiur arms whispering about how if you ever leave again she'll skin you and how much she missed you.

"You guys have a aunt." Jame said stunned and Lo'ak nodded at his father before looking back at you. "We have an aunt."

#avatar 2 #avatar 2022 #avatar #avatar 2009 #avatar way of water #avatar x reader #avatar x reader fluff #avatar x y/n #lo'ak x aunt!reader #lo'ak x y/n #lo'ak x you #avatar x you

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cevansbrat0007 · 2 years ago

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A Simple Request

Summary: A lazy morning in bed leads to a simple request from your man... Andy Barber x Black Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Light Smut, Schmoop, Pet Names, Cursing, Minors DNI

A/N: Part of my ongoing Growing Pains Series. All mistakes are my own. Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated.

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This right here was what Sunday mornings were all about…

You silently muse from your place sprawled atop your man’s chest, letting the gentle, rhythmic sound of his heartbeat slowly lull you to sleep. If you had your way, you would never move from this spot. This man, this bed. They were your home. You were exactly where you belonged. All twisted up and tangled in sheets that smelled like him.

Like cedarwood and vanilla.

“Baby?” Andy whispers, lightly clearing his throat. “I…I was wondering…" He trails off as he tries to settle on the right words.

Unbeknownst to you, your sweet man had something on his mind. And he was finally ready to pose the one question he’d been dying to ask for the longest time.

“Hm?” You lightly rub at his chest while you wait for him to finish. Perhaps after a quick nap you would convince your Andy Bear that you were in desperate need of another bout of lazy lovemaking.

In fact, you couldn’t possibly dream of a better way to pass the afternoon.

“What is it, honey?” You ask again, sitting up just slightly so that you can get a good look at his face. Andy smiles down at you, his warm blue eyes filled with what looked a lot like love…and a hint of something else.

Uncertainty, perhaps?

“Baby girl, I just - I love you. Okay?” He strokes a knuckle across the softness of your cheek. “And I’ve been, uh, wanting to ask you if you would, uh…ah, fuck. I’m screwing this up. Can you maybe not look at me for a sec?”

“Okaaay.” You mumble before obediently shifting your gaze downwards. “How’s that, Big Man?”

“Nope. Didn’t help.” He grunts before using his powerful body to swiftly reverse your positions. You can’t help but squeal when your world tilts on its axis as you find yourself pinned beneath his delicious weight. “There we go. Much better.”

“I’m so glad.” You tell him, giggling when he begins tenderly nuzzling at your neck with soft, tender kisses. After a moment Andy decides it’s time to try again.

“I want you to show me how to take care of you.” One of his hands finds its way into your thick curls, gently playing with the coiled strands.

“I think you’re doing a pretty good job of that already, my love.”

Which wasn’t a lie. You knew without a doubt that the man in your arms was entirely devoted to you in every way that mattered.

“No.” Andy sighs, resting his forehead against yours. “I mean that I would like you to…teach me about how to help you with your hair.” He loosely wraps a curl around his finger, tugging lightly.

“You wanna learn how to do my hair?” You ask, unable to hide the wave of surprise that washes over you. “What? Why?”

No man had ever asked you that before.

“Because it’s part of what makes you so uniquely special. And as your man, I feel it’s important for me to know all the ways you might need me to take care of you. Comes with the territory, you know?”

“Wow.” You breathe, feeling a touch overwhelmed. “I, uh…wow.”

“I may not be good at it. I mean, I keep my shit short for a reason. But maybe you could show me the basics? If you’re comfortable, that is…”

Comfortable? In love is what I am, you darling man.

“Andy, you don’t have to -” Your man is quick to interrupt you as he swoops in for a brief, yet meaningful kiss.

“Shh.” Andy murmurs against your lips. “For what it’s worth, I already tried watching a few videos on YouTube, but I wasn’t quite sure where to start. And then things got a little complicated.” He shrugs, a hint of a blush staining his bearded cheeks.

His sweet admission makes you laugh. You can just imagine him sitting downstairs at desk, staring at pictures of you on his phone while trying to determine the nuances of your curl pattern.

And damned if that wasn’t sexy as hell.

“Just when I think it’s impossible for me to fall for you even harder, you go and do something like this.” Using every ounce of your strength, you flip him over so that you're straddling his waist.

“Like what?” He asks with a grunt as hands go to brace themselves on your hips.

“Don’t worry about it.” You tell him, as your hand reaches back to fist itself around his hard cock. Raising up, you both bite back a groan as you lower yourself over his thick length, slowly engulfing him in your wet heat. “All you need to know is that you just earned yourself one hell of a round three, baby boy. And if you can handle it, maybe even a round four.”

“Ah, fuck!” He hisses through clenched teeth as you begin to ride him. “Guess I’ll take that as a yes.”

“Hell yeah, it is. I love you, baby.” You increase your pace, grinding your greedy pussy against him with everything you have. “Now lie back and let your girl show you just how much.”

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trashboatprince · 9 months ago

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"I need you, you idiot" with the ineffable duo if ur up for it

I'm trying to figure out what's a good excuse to use this that isn't post-s2 because... yeah, haha.

So, here's something from very early in their Arrangement. :)

On with the fic!

Guard duty had to be the absolute most boring task for the Knights of the Table Round. Well, that and the meetings, sometimes Aziraphale was tempted to experiment with napping like Crowley did during those.

Speaking of, the demon had been laying low for quite some time, it had been a few months since any word of the 'Black Knight' in the land. Arthur was thrilled, but Aziraphale was a bit curious. And a little annoyed.

Crowley had spent weeks pestering Aziraphale about the Arrangement, and when he finally agreed to it, the snake had run off! To God knows where!

He sighed loudly, shaking his head. Why even set up this thing if you had no need to use it? He thought Crowley needed him for something urgently when he had agreed but-

There was a rustling from somewhere below Aziraphale and he stopped in his patrol around the guard wall of Arthur's castle. He listened closely, hearing more of the rustling, before a few hissed curses.

Frowning, Aziraphale peered over the ledge, staring down into the darkness below. The torches around the ledge didn't give him much light, but he could make out someone below. A very familiar someone. "Crowley!" He hissed, glaring at the demon.

Crowley was not in his armor, instead in normal clothing, and also appeared to be covered in leaves, as he was pulling some off himself. He looked up. "Angel! There you are, thought I'd have to break in!"

"Why are you here?"

"To talk to you?"

"About what?" Aziraphale asked, irritated. Mainly for Crowley only just now showing up, with no warning. And for the fact that he had made Aziraphale worry over his safety, not that Aziraphale would admit to it.

"About... uhhh... look, can I come up there? Gotta talk to you in secret."

Aziraphale frowned deeply, glancing this way and that. The other knights were off in their sections, paying no mind to Aziraphale. Still, just to be safe...

He snapped his fingers, the others would pay no attention at all to him or this side of the castle until Crowley left.

Suddenly Crowley was at his side, wings out, when had he flown up here!?

"Alright, what is it? And where have you been!? You left without a word!" Aziraphale shouted, throwing his hands up.

Crowley blinked. "I didn't tell you?"

"Of course not! Uhg, that is so like you, you always do that. Get me talking and making plans, only to vanish off the face of the Earth without even a note! You'll probably do that after this conversation, to the surprise of no one."

The demon snarled. "Oh please, like you haven't done the same to me! 'Sides, 's not my fault I left! Hell had me on a job and wouldn't even let me pack up first! Practically dragged me there myself!"

"Is that going to happen again this time?" Aziraphale sniffed. "Why am I even talking to you right now? I'm on guard duty, can't have you messing up that job again for me. Away with you."

Suddenly, Aziraphale was pinned against the ledge of the tower, staring into golden snake eyes. Gosh, they looked lovely in the light of the torches.

"I need you, you idiot." Crowley said, voice low but powerful. It sent a weird shiver up Aziraphale's spine. "It's important, extremely important, and part of the Arrangement now if you wanna protect your prissy friends."

"W-what?" Aziraphale blinked.

"Hell wants... me to cause problems for your knights. Apparently, they're getting a little too good at what they do around here, and Hell wants me to screw all that up. I honestly don't give two shits, but this is a big job."

"And... what do you want me to do about it?" Aziraphale asked, mouth a bit dry, he kept looking at Crowley's mouth.

"Think you can... thwart my wiles? I mean. Look, I know the Arrangement was basically set up for use to, ya know, do each other's work, but I don't really want to do this, seems like a lot of trouble. And they don't know there's an angel on the team, Hell has no clue that you can, technically stop me."

Aziraphale frowned, finally registering his words. "But won't your bosses be upset if you fail?"

"That's... where the Arrangement really comes in. Think you can stir the pot for any trouble going on with Arthur's crew? Just a little? Nothing huge or involving all of 'em, you can 'stop' me from making a big disaster, but 'allow' me to cause a little trouble? To please my bosses?"

"And what do I get out of this?"

"There's this lovely monastery that isn't exactly the most blessed place across the sea. They are well known for their wines and wine-infused cheeses. Been thinkin' about treatin' you there."

Aziraphale considered this, it was tempting, and oh he had such a love for a good cheese. "That, and I'll need you to do a blessing in London for me, it's for an inn that opens in four days."

"Deal!" Crowley grinned, letting him go, much to Aziraphale's disappointment. For some reason. "I gotta get goin', the Black Knight's been too quiet lately, I'm gonna go steal some goats for shits and giggles."

The wings were back out again as Crowley jumped up onto the ledge. He turned to look at Aziraphale, grinning. "See you around, angel!" And he was off.

Aziraphale swallowed, feeling a bit too warm for his armor. Well, best to get planning for this 'stirring the pot' plan. What could he look into? Maybe that whole thing with Lancelot? His stares at Arthur's wife? That might cause enough trouble to entertain Hell, for a while at least...

This... is longer than I had expected, haha. But I like writing their early Arrangement days.

Also, I love the idea that Aziraphale accidentally ruined Arthur's love life.

#good omens #ineffable husbands #ineffable spouses #aziraphale #crowley #anthony j crowley #john's drabbles

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farfromstrange · 1 year ago

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Pain Relief | Michael Kinsella x F!Reader

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Pairing: Michael Kinsella x F!Reader

Summary: You're on your period and you tend to get bad periods, but today is a particularly rough day. You call in sick from work, and when Mikey comes home to find you still in bed, he gets worried. When he finds out why you're writhing in pain, he doesn't hesitate to help you out.

Warnings: Description of period symptoms, use of pain killers, mentions of menstrual blood, fluff, fluff, FLUFF.

Word Count: 2.9k

A/n: So I just got my period and I could barely move for the past three hours. I wrote this while I was literally bawling from the pain, but I thought some of you might need this as well. There is a serious lack of period comfort with Mikey.

It’s half past three in the afternoon, and the sun is up over Dublin, a welcome change in the usually so dull weather. You should be sitting in the backyard with a book and a cup of tea and enjoy the nature behind your house. Instead, you are bound to the bed.

Every muscle in your body aches. The stabbing pain in the left side of your lower abdomen spreads into your legs, making it impossible to move without feeling like you might pass out. The pain comes and goes in heavy waves. Your muscles contract and you can only whimper as the cramps ripple through your stomach. You’ve tried all kinds of positions, but either your back starts hurting or the pressure you can feel on your lower half gets worse, so you find yourself flipping around every five minutes, and it’s starting to get exhausting.

It’s not unusual that you wake up long after Michael has gone out, especially not when you have a late shift, though today when you woke up and the bed was empty, you found yourself crying at the loss of warmth. And when you went to the bathroom and realized just why you’ve been feeling like utter shit the past week, you knew that you had to call in sick. Working in the state you're in is not something you can do or should do.

It’s worse this time around. You’re not sure why. Maybe you have been working a little too much lately and the stress is finally getting to you, but it seems almost rude of your uterus to treat you like a criminal during your period. You’ve taken as much Ibuprofen as you could find in the medical cabinet, and it still wasn’t enough. It got to the point where you cried yourself into a restless nap. But the pain only continues to roll you over like a bulldozer.

Now you’re alone at home, the afternoon sun streaming in through the curtains, and you still feel like shit. Another sharp cramp hits you, and you roll onto your side, pulling your knees up to your chest. It elevates the pressure only for a moment before the pain returns tenfold and you try to lie on the other side, curling around your boyfriend’s pillow and hoping that maybe that will help.

It doesn’t.

You’re not strong enough to get up and grab a hot water bottle or take a shower. You’re stuck here. For a moment, the thought of calling Michael and asking him to come home crosses your mind, but it instantly makes you feel bad. He has more important things to do than to take care of you through something that you’ve been having for years, and before him, you managed perfectly fine on your own. You’re not sure how because you are immobile at this point, but it’s not his responsibility, you think.

After another miserable hour of agony, the key rattles in the lock. You listen to his distinctive movements as he drops the bag with his prescription on the dining table, takes off his jacket, and grabs himself a glass of water before going on a search for you.

Michael is more than surprised to find your car in the driveway. He figures you might have come home from work earlier, and that makes him smile, but then he notices that the house is unusually quiet and he grows worried.

He makes his way up the stairs toward your shared bedroom. He knocks. When you don’t answer, he pushes it open just enough to step inside. The curtains are still in the same position he left them, and you’re still in bed. Under any other circumstances, he would have figured you decided to take a nap after work, but you’re still wearing his shirt that you went to bed with, there is a pack of Ibuprofen on the nightstand and an empty water bottle lying next to your frame on the mattress.

You’re not okay, and he doesn’t have to ask you to know that.

“Love?” he says softly. You must be sensitive to light today or the curtains wouldn’t be closed. “I’m back.”

You have your back turned to him. At the sound of his voice, tears well up in your eyes. You missed him a little too much, but now that he’s back, you realize how miserable you look and how ghastly you must smell after hours spent in bed without properly moving. You wouldn’t be surprised if you bled onto the sheets.

The mattress dips as he sits down. “What’s wrong?”

You sniffle and answer, “I’m fine.”

“Yer not fine.”

With a grunt, you manage to roll over. When he sees the sunken bags under your eyes and how pale you are, his eyes soften even more. Michael reaches out to touch your face. “What happened?” he asks. “Are you hurt?”

“I called in sick,” you admit, “because I got my period this morning.”

“Oh.”

“I’m sorry, it’s nothing serious, I promise.” As if to demonstrate, you try to sit up, but your arms lose balance and your face contorts as another cramp tears through your uterus. “Fuck me!” This time, you can’t stop the tears from falling, and you grab a pillow to bury your face in it. The sounds you let out are utterly broken, the exhaustion palpable.

His hand moves from your face to your arm. “That doesn’t sound like nothin’, love. Ya look like yer in quite a lot of pain.”

“It’s okay, don’t worry about me.”

“I do.”

“I can handle it.”

“Ya should have called me,” he says. He inches a little closer. “I could have helped ya, maybe got ya something stronger for the pain.”

Another tear slides down your cheek and you look up at him. “I didn’t want to be a burden,” you choke out.

His heart breaks when he realizes that you didn’t tell him because you felt guilty, maybe even a little disgusted. “But yer not–”

“This is not something you should have to concern yourself with.”

“I love ya, of course, your wellbeing concerns me.”

“It’s just a period.”

Michael offers you a soft smile. “Exactly. Nothing I can’t handle.” He strokes your arm. “Is it always that bad?”

You shrug.

He reaches out to wipe your tears. “So it is?”

“It just…” your eyes look helpless as they stare into his. “It hurts so much and nothing helps.”

He grunts in the back of his throat. That’s why the Ibuprofen is still lying next to you. Michael hates a lot of things, but seeing you cry is definitely the worst because it hurts him just the same. “Oh, my love–” he cradles your cheek, and your eyes flutter shut at the impact, fresh tears pearling off your lashes. “Ya should have called,” he says again. His voice is soft, it doesn’t hurt your head more than it already does, but the guilt has nestled its way into your brain.

You don’t want to be weak. It’s bad enough you have to use a sick day every month around the first or second day of your period. Now that Michael is in your life, this is new territory for both of you. You’ve never had someone around on bad days, and he’s not used to seeing the effect a bad period has on you because you’ve only just moved in together and before that, you isolated yourself for a day to get better and then swallowed the rest of the pain after. This is bad though, and you hate that you still have found no way to manage it. No doctor or scientist has found a cure for the kind of pain you and many other women experience for many months, and your hormones are so all over the place that even taking the pill will only make it worse.

You hate yourself and you hate being a woman, especially right now, maybe only right now, but the world just sucks and you want nothing more than to crawl under a rock and die.

He leans down, his lips brushing your temple. “Shh,” he coos. “I’m here now. Let me help ya."

“How?” you ask. You don’t have the strength to argue as another cramp seemingly knocks the air out of your lungs, and you want nothing more than for it to stop or at least ease up one way or another.

Michael offers a helping hand and you would be stupid to deny it. You can’t. Your body is too weak to withstand it on its own. You don’t want to be alone. The whirlwind of emotions inside of you feels like such a mess and it’s stupid; you feel like an idiot, but you’re also sad and angry and frustrated and in pain, and it has to stop. You need it to stop.

He starts rubbing your arm more firmly now. “First, let’s get ya in the shower. I’ll take care of the rest,” he says.

“I can’t stand–”

“Okay, pet, c’mere.”

With what little strength you have left, you climb into his arms. He lifts you up with ease, your legs wrapping around his waist, and he carries you to the bathroom. He even holds you as he turns on the shower and makes sure the water is warm enough for you, making sure you don’t fall over. When it comes to taking your clothes off though, you blush.

“What?” He stops at the hem of your shirt.

You cross your arms. “I don’t want you to see, you know, the blood,” you say, your voice barely above a whisper. “It’s disgusting.”

He gives you a stare of confusion before it turns blank and then the bastard even has the audacity to laugh at you.

Your eyes widen and you stare at him. “It’s not funny!” The tears in your eyes stem from anger now.

He catches onto them, and his laughter dies into a small chuckle, his arms wrapping around you. “I’m sorry,” he says. “I’m so sorry, I– I’m just– yer scared I’ll get disgusted… by the sight of blood. Me.”

“Yes, and that’s not funny!” You try not to sob, but you fail miserably.

Michael takes you back into his arms, his broad shoulders caging you in. He has you fully engulfed now, his lips pressed to the crown of your head. “I’m sorry, love. I didn’t mean it in a bad way, I just… I don’t mind the blood, okay? I don’t mind any blood. Ya know that.”

“I know.” You cling to him.

Still, it feels like such a huge step in your relationship, one that isn’t fresh but it’s also not years in the making either, and you simply don’t want him to see you like that. But you also know that standing straight with the pain that is tearing your lower abdomen to shreds is a task that’s going to exert you to the point you might as well fall unconscious.

“I’ll turn around if that’s what you want, I just want to help,” he says. His puppy-dog eyes meet yours. “Will ya let me do that?”

You take a deep breath. “It’s gonna be a crime scene.”

“Lucky me that I didn’t cause that one, eh?”

Your brain takes a moment to process the words, and they sound so nonchalant coming out of his mouth. His smile is bright and a little mischievous and you can’t help but laugh a little. He can be such a dork if he wants to be.

“Shut up,” you mutter as you begin taking your shirt off.

Michael rushes to your rescue. “Made you laugh,” he says.

“Astute observation, Mister Kinsella.”

“Shut up,” he mimics you, and you can’t help but chuckle again.

“I’m in pain, I get to say what I want.”

“Fair point.”

He helps you out of the rest of your clothing before turning around as he promised. You step under the warm water, holding onto the wall for leverage. You feel dizzy. All the lying around and the lack of sustenance have caused your blood sugar to plummet, and it’s gradually going down.

He is by your side in seconds, his promise to stay behind long forgotten. He holds you up, washes your hair, and the sweat off your skin. You protest at first, but he shoots it down with a gentle kiss to your lips, and then you’re on fire again and you can’t deny it feels good to be taken care of. It’s relaxing, almost.

The pain continues to wash over you, but at least you have someone to hold onto now. If you had been fully lucid, you would have cursed him and thrown him out, but you have to admit that you need help. You need his help. He understands you in ways no one else can, and he is the first man to prioritize your well-being when it comes to your period. He’s not disgusted, he’s merely worried and he loves you. That’s something you have to get used to; it might take some time, but Michael does it in a way that makes you feel safe. He has never made you feel anything short of safe. He’s your home. You need him, that’s no longer a secret, and you allow yourself to let loose a little.

It’s easier to breathe now. He washes you carefully, gets you one of his oversized shirts (his sweaters are too warm, you tell him), and even helps you brush your teeth for the first time today.

Soon enough, you’re tucked back into bed, once again put on bed rest, while he rummages around downstairs in the kitchen. There is a knock on the front door. You can hear Michael’s voice and is that… Jimmy? It doesn’t last long though, and you hear the stairs creak as he makes his way back to you.

You’re curled into a ball on your side. Michael smiles when he sees you, obviously a lot more relaxed than before, and closes the door behind him again. He’s carrying a tray with a plate of different variations of fruits, a cup of tea, water, a Coke, and two different kinds of pills. The latter makes you frown.

“Made you some food before ya pass out,” he says.

You make some space for him to sit next to you. “Thanks,” you say, then point to the pills. “What’s that?”

“I asked Jimmy if they had something against nausea and maybe some painkillers that might be stronger than the ones ya have here. He just brought them over.”

“Mikey…” You tear up again, but this time not because of the pain. He is so considerate, it makes your heart swell. And maybe it’s a little because of the pain.

He hands you the water bottle. “Here, take ‘em.”

“You didn’t have to do all this.”

“Nonsense, I– well, I guess I just want to be a good man for ya, and if that means taking care of you while yer on your period, I take my job very seriously.”

“It’s not your responsibility.”

He shakes his head. “You are, my love. I love ya, which means I’m here, always, and I want ya to tell me when yer not feeling well.” Guiding the bottle and the pills to your lips, he smiles. “Now take your pills. Don’t want ta have to tell ya twice.”

You swallow them without hesitation. At some point during your relationship, you gave up on asking what kind of medication his brother and his wife keep around and just hope they haven’t given you any hard drugs. But Michael wouldn’t let that happen, anyway.

He senses your struggle for a comfortable position and moves the tray aside so you can sit between his thighs. He wraps his arms around you, pulling you into his chest. Your legs pull up instantly, wanting to get rid of the annoying pain in your front, but his next action confuses you. He forces them back down and on either side of his thighs before he slips his large hand under your shirt and places it over your stomach.

You gasp, feeling a little exposed, but then his fingers start kneading your skin and you crumble completely. Your head drops back against his shoulder. It feels like magic. He’s massaging the sore muscles of your lower stomach while at the same time numbing all other oncoming cramps. He pushes a button inside of you that instantly makes you slack in his arms, and he holds you tighter around your shoulders with the free one.

“How’s that?” he asks.

“Don’t stop,” is all you know how to answer.

“So… what?”

“It’s good.”

“Okay, grand.”

“Yeah. Now shut up.”

He chuckles, burying his nose in your hair that now smells like his shampoo, and he continues digging his fingers right where you need them.

Your body grows limp after a while, and when he looks down to check on you, your eyes are closed. You’ve fallen asleep in his arms, and there are no more creases of worry on your face.

Michael presses another kiss to your temple. “Good girl,” he says.

Then, he retreats his hand and gently lays you next to him. He tucks you in the same way he did before. You’re quick to move around in your sleep until you’ve found him again, and your head subconsciously moves to his chest.

He doesn’t waste time wrapping his arms around you and holding you close, just like every night. And you know that when you wake up, he will be right by your side, not leaving until he’s certain that you’re feeling better.

Mikey Tag List: @acharliecoxedfan @lina-mar @itwasthereaminuteago @mattkinsella @norestfortheshelbywicked (if any more of you want to be added, let me know)

But also tagging @bellaxgiornata bc I know you're on a Mikey trip and I think you might want to read this, darling <3

#michael kinsella #michael kinsella x reader #michael kinsella x you #michael kinsella x female reader #no y/n #kin amc #michael kinsella fluff #michael kinsella fic #period comfort #hurt/comfort #reader insert #charlie cox #if you want to be tagged for mikey just lmk

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