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swampthingking · 1 year ago

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can’t study for my test because i’m having brain rot about neil accidentally getting super drunk and stumbling up to aaron like “andrew???” and aaron is like “wrong one” and neil is like “andrew.” and aaron is like “???? are you stupid” and neil goes to look for andrew but he stumbles into the table, and aaron has to catch him or he will get trampled for fucks sake, and neil just collapses into him in a drunk cuddly heap. and aaron is like “neil. you need to stand up” and neil is like “i am” and aaron is like “that’s because i’m holding you up” and they get neil to stand but neil kinda just flops into aaron’s arms again. and neil is like “i don’t hate you, i don’t, but it’s okay if you hate me” and aaron is like “ugh, ew are you really an emotional drunk???” and neil, to aaron’s horror, looks at him with tears in his eyes because you know when you’re too drunk and you kind of just get a little scared and you need help???? ya. and aaron is like … ok. and kinda holds neil until andrew comes back from the bar with more drinks. and he sees neil basically asleep on aaron’s shoulder, and aaron looking uncomfortable but accepting, so he kinda raises an eyebrow, an okay? and aaron nods and is just patting neil on his back

and tomorrow they’ll wake up and neil will toddle downstairs with his hand against his temple and aaron will have advil ready for him, and he’ll say “you’re annoying and you don’t know when to shut your mouth or mind your own business, but i don’t hate you” and the thank you for helping repair my relationship with my brother and thank you for testifying and thank you for staying goes unsaid but yeah

and that’s how aaron and neil became kind of friends

edit: vomited out a one shot for y’all (this will prob become a 5+1)

Aaron swirled his drink a few times, listening to the ice clacking against the glass.

Eden’s was packed tonight, courtesy of it being the end of the school year. College students and the regular patrons flocked to the bar, the dance floor, and all of the tables, leaving Aaron to reserve a high-top table, and his legs to dangle from the stool.

“Drew?”

Aaron ignored him in favor of the twinkling sound the ice makes in his glass. He’d already taken shots, danced, had another drink, danced again, and now Aaron’s body was heavy with alcohol and exhaustion.

“Drew,” Neil said again.

Aaron looked around their table and didn’t see Andrew. He remembered Andrew getting up and walking to the bar with their empty tray. Aaron found him a few seconds later, hands in his pockets at the bar. That and Neil, staring up at him, looking uneasy.

Before Aaron could tell Neil to get out of his face, Neil was speaking.

“Are you’nt having fun?” Neil frowned, blinking sleepy, hooded eyes at him. He leaned closer to study Aaron’s face.

“What are you doing?” Aaron grumbled, pushing Neil’s face away.

Aaron hadn’t even pushed him hard, he more removed Neil from his space rather than pushed him, but Neil wobbled like his world had tilted out of orbit. Aaron realized, quickly, that Neil was going to fall backwards. He grabbed two fistfuls of Neil’s shirt and pulled him forwards. Neil’s head lulled on his shoulders with the force, his chin hitting his chest then righting itself.

Aaron’s stomach lurched, sick with the thought that someone had put something in one of Neil’s drinks, as he would for anyone, but thankfully he’s never been put in that situation. Neil’s eyes were hooded, his face flushed. Aaron snapped once at Neil’s ear, and Neil recoiled immediately.

“Does your head hurt or anything?” Aaron asked. Neil shook his head, frowning.

“Are you dizzy? Follow my finger.” Aaron pushes Neil back so he can see his face, keeping one hand on Neil’s shoulder to hold him up. Neil follows Aaron’s finger as it moves back and forth, albeit a little labored, but not as if he’d been roofied. Aaron declares that Neil’s reaction times and responses are fine, but he still pulls the front of his shirt up and checks his belt, the button of his pants.

“What—?” Neil slapped a hand on his abdomen, stopping his shirt from being lifted any higher. Aaron didn’t need to see anything but his pants, but it was reassuring that Neil still had inhibitions.

His clothes were fine. His belt was still done, zipper up. No one had tried anything. Aaron relaxed.

“Sorry,” Aaron said. “Sorry, I just needed to…”

While racking his mind back to why Neil is this drunk, Aaron remembered Neil taking shots with Aaron, Nicky, and Kevin. Four shots. He’d seen Neil sip on another drink like the idiot had the tolerance for alcohol that the rest of them had.

“You’re a fucking idiot,” Aaron said and released Neil. Neil attempted to step back, his hands raised in surrender.

“No?” Neil asked warily. Even drunk as fuck, he still respected boundaries. Andrew’s boundaries specifically, as it still hadn’t registered that he wasn’t talking to the right twin.

“I’m not Andrew,” Aaron said.

“Where’s Andrew?” Neil asked, turning his head pathetically in search. Aaron only had a good view of Andrew because they were seated at a high-top. Over the throng of taller people coupled with strobing lights, Neil’s view was obstructed.

“At the bar,” Aaron nodded in that direction.

Neil turned towards the bar. Well, he attempted to. He pivoted, lost his balance, and toppled into the table. He tried to right himself and started to fall to the other side. Aaron caught Neil before he could bust his shit and get trampled.

“Jesus Christ, Josten,” Aaron spat, righting Neil with hands on his biceps. Neil slapped a hand on the table and leaned his weight on it. The table quaked under such abuse, but held.

Neil turned slowly, grappling against the table as if he was standing in one of those spinning fair rides. In his excursion to simply spin 180°, his hand slipped off the edge of the table as he faced Aaron once again. He reached for the table, missed, reached for it again, missed, said, “Motherfucker,” under his breath, and finally gripped onto the edge. His eyes locked on Aaron’s again, and Neil’s useless hand landed on Aaron’s shoulder.

“Andrew,” Neil said. Aaron didn’t know if it was more a request or if it was just not registering.

“Wrong,” Aaron said, tense under Neil’s hand, but he didn’t push him off. He’d rather hold Neil up than peel him off the floor. “Aaron.”

“‘m very drunk,” Neil said, looking up pleadingly at Aaron as if he had a magical cure to shitfacedness, and all Neil had to do for it was look a little scared. “I’m sorry.”

“Why?” Aaron asked.

“I’m drunk.”

Aaron snorted. “That’s kind of the point when you’re at a bar.”

“But,” Neil said, taking a labored breath, “I’m…too drunk.”

This was beginning to feel exceedingly similar to speaking to a child. Aaron was annoyed, but not completely heartless, unlike the narrative of Aaron Neil had likely concocted. “It’s okay, Neil,” Aaron said. “You should sit down.”

Neil promptly sat as if there was a chair under him, but there was not. Aaron, still holding Neil vertical, got pulled out of his chair with the momentum. To avoid toppling to the ground—which did not get mopped as often as it should—Aaron planted his feet on the floor and hauled Neil up by his armpits.

“Help,” Neil murmured. His arms dropped to his sides as he yielded his dead weight to Aaron.

“Stand up,” Aaron grunted, readjusting to wrap an arm around Neil’s back. One of Neil’s arms flopped over Aaron’s shoulder.

“I am,” Neil complained.

“No, you are not.”

“I am.”

“Neil,” Aaron said through clenched teeth, “I am holding you up. You need to lock your knees.”

“Oh,” Neil said. He looked at his feet as if he needed to check they were on the ground.

To be fair, Neil did lock his knees, but he also leaned all of his upper body on Aaron, arms still hanging limply at his sides. He tucked his head into Aaron’s neck with, what seemed, every intention to make a home there for the night.

“Neil,” Aaron said, frozen against the hair tickling his cheek. “God dammit.”

“And…ron,” Neil spoke against his shoulder.

“Yes,” Aaron said sarcastically. “That’s me.”

“Can I j’stay here?” Neil slurred.

From what Aaron had seen of Neil’s dynamic with his brother, he knew Neil would get off if he said no. He could place Neil into a stool or pull up a chair with a back so he wouldn’t fall out and concuss himself. He could shove Neil off and make him fend for himself. He could pawn him off to Andrew.

At the moment, those other options seemed like far too much work.

That, or maybe it was the med student in him, the intrinsic urge to heal and help and nurture that smarted at the thought of pushing Neil off.

Aaron didn’t push him off when Neil readjusted and tucked an arm into his chest, the other gripping Aaron for stability. He didn’t when Neil asked again, a quiet, “Aaron.”

“Okay,” Aaron conceded. He rubbed a hand up and down Neil’s back placatingly, but also because Neil seemed like he needed it. And he came to Aaron for it. Well, he came to Andrew and got Aaron. But he didn’t push Aaron off, and Aaron hasn’t done the same.

And they just…stood like that. For what seemed like a long time, but it probably was only a few minutes before Neil spoke again.

“Aaron,” Neil said.

Aaron hummed in response.

“I don’ hate you.”

“What?” Aaron asked. “What the fuck are you talking about, Neil?”

“I don’t hate you.”

“What?” Aaron said again.

“I don’wanna fight.” Neil lets out a colossal breath.

“We haven’t fought in a long time,” Aaron says, his idea of agreement. Acceptance.

Neil was quiet, because it was true. Neil seemed content to lay in Aaron’s arms, and Aaron didn’t have another stool next to him. He sure as shit wasn’t giving his up for Neil, but Neil was genuinely so unsteady on his feet that Aaron couldn’t let him go.

He trembled a bit, and Aaron was almost amused that after everything Neil had been through, being a little too drunk is what finally did it for him.

But Aaron had felt that way before. Inebriated and scared in a crowded room of strangers. Neil, however, has people he knows. How can Aaron be upset at Neil for wanting the comfort that he also craved? How can he be upset that Neil feels safe enough with Andrew to ask for help? That his brother finally feels safe with someone too?

“Aaron,” Neil said.

“What,” Aaron said.

“It’s okay if you hate me.”

“Oh God,” Aaron groaned, “Ew. Are you really an emotional drunk?”

Neil pulled back and, to Aaron’s horror, there were actual tears in his eyes. His lip trembled as he bit it, holding the tears in. Aaron hated how much of himself he was seeing in Neil tonight. The harrowing fact that maybe they are quite similar.

“Oh God,” Aaron said again, mortified. He grabbed the back of Neil’s head and shoved it back into his shoulder, effectively hiding Neil’s teary face.

He cast a desperate look to Andrew, who was finally on his way back to the table. He patted Neil on the shoulder, like one would burp a baby when they have no idea how to do so.

“Andrew.”

Andrew didn’t need prompting to look. His eyes were trained on Neil and Aaron from the moment he turned around. By the nonchalance of his movements and his lack of alarm, Aaron guessed he had been watching their interaction.

Andrew set the tray down on the table and cast a significant look between them, settling on Neil’s intoxicated form keeled over on Aaron’s shoulder.

Andrew raises one eyebrow, a silent question, an okay?

Aaron finds himself nodding, and unsure why. All he knows right now, a few drinks in, is that he doesn’t hate this. And he doesn’t hate that Neil doesn’t hate him.

The smell of coffee set Neil’s feet moving like a Pavlovian response. He was half awake already with a pounding headache, like his eyeballs were beating his closed lids to death.

Neil toddles down the stairs with his eyes closed, a hand pressed hard to his temple, stabilizing his brain.

Aaron was standing at the counter already, facing the sputtering coffee pot. His arms were crossed, hair ruffled from sleep. At the sound of footsteps behind him, he turned.

The memories from last night played past Neil’s mind like a sped-up movie. He grimaced in embarrassment, and felt a little sick at how drunk he was. How stupid he was, to drink that much. He should have known his tolerance isn’t matched with the rest of them. He could have gotten hurt, could have said something—

Fuck.

“Fuck,” Neil said, covering his eyes. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine,” Aaron said. He turned back to the coffee, though his posture was rigid.

Neil grabbed a glass of water. He noticed Aaron watching from the corner of his eye, but Neil chose to ignore him, figuring that’s best. He sat on the counter with his water, sipping it slowly while he and Aaron waited for the coffee to finish brewing.

The silence was thick, but they were both too stubborn to leave the kitchen. Usually, they preferred to wait and pretend the other wasn’t there.

That’s what Neil thought, at least. After a painful few minutes, Aaron huffed and grabbed the bottle of Advil from the drawer next to the sink. He shook two pills out and sat them next to Neil.

Neil stared at them until Aaron cast a pointed look at the pills, then physically gestured to them with raised brows. Neil took them while Aaron watched.

The coffee pot beeped. Aaron made a split second decision, grabbing two mugs and pouring coffee into them. He slid Neil’s across the counter. It sloshed over the side, but Aaron wasn’t capable of caring at the moment. His mind was busy, and he knew Neil had noticed his lack of eye contact; the analytical fuck.

“Look,” Aaron said. He did not look at Neil to say it. “You’re annoying, and you never know when to shut your mouth or mind your business. Most of the time, I’m convinced you have a death wish, and a lot of the time I find myself resenting you. You complicated our lives, put us all in danger, didn’t give a shit.”

Neil’s chest hurt. He didn’t know if it was anger or guilt. Aaron started talking again before he could figure it out.

“But I don’t hate you. I can’t, really. I can’t even fault you for the shitty things you did, because it all worked out.” Aaron glanced quickly at Neil, looked away. His cheeks were red.

The thank you for helping repair my relationship with my brother and thank you for testifying and thank you for being good to Andrew went unsaid, but Aaron hoped Neil wasn’t obtuse enough to force him to say it out loud.

Neil must have understood, because he nodded. Aaron figured that was as close to a reconciliation they were going to have, so he leaned against the counter and pretended everything was normal.

For the first time, they drank their coffee in silence without animosity orchestrating it.

Neil’s mug was half empty when Andrew joined them. He paused in the doorway, squinty eyed and mussed, looking between the two. Neil on the counter, Aaron leaning against it. Their silence, but lack of tension.

“This is weird,” Andrew finally said, his voice gravely from sleep.

“Yeah,” Neil and Aaron said simultaneously.

Neil glanced over his mug at Aaron, the corner of his mouth twitching. Aaron regarded it, but looked away, because something like contentment had made its way onto Andrew’s face.

Aaron smiled at that instead.

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schlattsgun · 10 days ago

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now all i have on my mind is sub!schlatt sooooo here’s some headcanons :3

cw: sub!schlatt, gn!reader!dom, piv, toys (leash and vib), prob unrealistic (very) but idc! (self indulgent), lmk if i missed anything !!

- i think schlatt is the type of sub to be kinda quiet? someone else mentioned him feeling like he has to be this big strong man, and i 100% agree!!

(edit, it’s from @bunnie-online !! pls go read their sub!schlatt content it’s so GOOD)

- he’d be less talkative when he’s in subspace. he needs peace during this time. needs to turn his brain off.

- LOVES when you grab his chin, melts his heart! go ahead and give his head a couple pats, he loves that too!

- such an affectionate man when he’s all subby! will be all over you for sure. he needs to be touching you at all times!

- sitting on the couch? not without him curled up next to you, head in your lap as you idly play with his hair. this is something that calms him, it grounds him.

- riding him as a sub, my GOD. he’s absolutely fucking smitten and obsessed.

- holding him by a leash that connects to a collar he wears occasionally. he loves when you tug on it, pulling him closer to you.

- especially loves when he’s fucking you from behind and you tug on his leash, maybe his hands are tied behind his back so all he can do is stumble closer as you pull him, making him all flustered as he fucks you faster.

- LOVES being called a good boy! (yall remember that vghs stream where he repeated someone saying good boy,,, yeah that’s baby boy for sure.)

- needs to make sure he makes you cum, no matter if he’s subbing or not! he wants nothing more than to treat you like you’re a deity.

- not a stranger to body worship, both ways. i’ll elaborate on this in another work.

- holding a vibe to the tip of his cock, the way he’d WHIIIIIINE for you! he’s begging you to let him cum! please, he needs it! you make him feel so good!

woah brain empty i have nothing else, also not proofread and i wrote with my dick/puss

reblogs/comments are much appreciated <3

#the leash came out of NOWHERE #def from a plink i saw in twit #schlatt smut #schlatt x reader #jschlatt smut #jschlatt x reader smut #schlatt x reader smut #jschlatt x reader

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pinkcaraz · 9 months ago

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obsessed - c. alcaraz

c. alcaraz x f!reader

summary: you really don't want carlos to get a haircut.

wc: 1.3k

tags/warnings: suggestive, fluff, implied oral sex, making out.

a/n: posting this to cope with the fact that we're probs gonna lose fluffy hair pinkcaraz 😔. as you can probably tell, i don't speak spanish, so please feel free to correct me. as always, likes, reblogs, feedback, etc. are always appreciated! if you want to be tagged in any future writing, please lmk. i might make an official taglist form later if enough people want to be tagged. thanks and hope you enjoy!

it’s one of his days off. thankfully, you and carlos have been enjoying a relaxing vacation at home after several long weeks of traveling and tournaments. for the past few days, the two of you have been making the most of his time off by sleeping in and lounging around at home for most of the day. today, however, the absence of your personal heater next to you rouses you from your comfortable sleep early. you blindly pat his side of the bed just to be sure, and when you don’t find him, you lazily crack your eyes open to look for him. sitting up in bed, you find him half dressed, just starting to get ready for the day.

“lo siento, did i wake you?” he asks apologetically while fondly watching you rub your eyes from sleep. you look so cute with your sleepy expression and wild bed hair, it makes his heart flutter. he stops what he’s doing to sit next to you on the bed and places a soft good morning kiss on your forehead.

you yawn and shake your head smiling. “it’s okay. what are you doing? where are you going?” you ask, trying to smooth down your unruly hair. carlos laughs softly and brushes back a few strands that fall into your face.

“i thought i would go run some errands, maybe go get a haircu-”

“no!”

“‘no?’ what do you mean ‘no?’”

shit, did you just say that out loud? you’re still a little hazy from sleep, and clearly, your brain-to-mouth filter isn’t working at full capacity yet.

when you don’t answer him right away, carlos presses on. “do you not want me to get a haircut? do my haircuts not look good?” he asks with his pretty brown puppy-dog eyes and signature pout.

you’ve really dug yourself into a hole here. “no, charlie, you always look good,” you respond quickly. and it’s true, he does always look good to you, even when he comes home with his goofy ass fade and you’re forced to mourn his soft, fluffy hair. at just the mere mention of a haircut, you’re already lamenting the loss of his current look. he’s been overseas for a few weeks now, so it’s been a while since he last went to see his barber. his hair has grown out a bit on the sides and especially in the front, where it curls and falls just above his eyes. he looks so good like this, it drives you insane sometimes.

you distinctly remember an incident just last week where you couldn’t take it anymore and basically jumped his bones as soon as he wrapped up his post-match press conference. he had played so well that day. watching him absolutely glowing, dashing back and forth on court, had you so incredibly worked up. his hair was also slightly ruffled from a vigorous match and him occasionally brushing it out of his eyes. despite that, it still looked perfectly soft. you didn’t care that he was still sweaty from the match, you had to have him close so you could run your hands through his hair and ruffle it up even more.

with unwavering determination, the second carlos stepped out of the press room, you were leading him down an empty hallway of the stadium. once the two of you were away from prying eyes, you had pulled him in by the collar for a searing kiss. as much as he was surprised, he knew better than to interrupt you when you were like this, so he played along, backing you up and caging you against the wall. your resulting gasp allowed him to lick past your lips, into your mouth, teasing you. with one hand still clinging to the collar of his shirt, your other hand reached up to tangle itself in carlos’ hair, bringing him impossibly closer to you. completely engrossed in you, he continued licking and nipping at your bottom lip until you were panting hard. when you gently pulled him back by his hair so you could catch your breath, he let out a soft moan, sending a shiver down your spine. your eyes met, both dark with want, and he dove back in, assertively pressing his soft lips to yours before moving to bury his face in your neck. when he tentatively nibbled at your pulse point, you gasped, tightening your grip on his hair ever so slightly. this had him increasing the intensity of his attention to your neck with a satisfied smirk on his face. you were running your fingers through his hair in appreciation when you heard voices down at the end of the hall, forcing you to drag him off of you.

you were dreamily reminiscing about how you had quickly pulled him somewhere else more private to finish what you started when carlos’ voice interrupted your thoughts, bringing you back to the present. “then, por qué no?” he asks, referring back to you not wanting him to get a haircut.

“um…well…it’s just- uh-,” you stutter in response. you clearly have an answer – you’re a little obsessed with his hair grown out – but you don’t want to tell him that outright. feeling embarrassed from being in this position and also still slightly flustered from the memory, your cheeks burn. you get that look on your face that says you’re thinking unsavory thoughts about him, and ever-observant carlos starts to pick up on how you’re feeling at the moment.

with a mischievous grin and a teasing tone, he keeps pushing you to answer. “dime, amor. you can tell me anything.” at this point, he’s leaning in so close to you, practically crawling up your body, so you’re forced to lay back on the bed while he hovers over you.

“i just, uh, really like your hair like this is all.”

“oh, de verdad? is that really all you were thinking about? you weren’t thinking about yesterday?” he questions deviously while holding himself up on top of you, slotted in between your legs.

yesterday. yesterday, as in, when the both of you were in the same position in bed. except, then, he was lower down, attentively nipping and sucking a path from your inner thighs upwards. your hands were tangled in his hair, pulling groans from him and directing him closer to the burning ache between your legs. that yesterday.

uh oh, he’s caught you. he’s probably known this whole time that you’re obsessed – not that you were really trying to hide it or anything – and when you finally realize, you whine and cover your face from embarrassment.

“well, no i wasn’t thinking about yesterday, but i am now,” you grumble out. thinking back, you subconsciously try to squeeze your thighs together at the memory, but because carlos is still positioned with an evil little smile between your legs, you can’t. you can hear him trying to hold back his laughter, so from behind your arms, you mumble, with no venom behind it, “you’re the worst.”

“ok, well if i’m the worst, then i guess i should get up so i can go get a haircut then,” he teases while moving to get up off of you.

before he can get anywhere, you pull him back so that he’s plopped on top of you and wrap yourself around him like a koala. “nooooo, don’t go,” you whine into the crook of his neck and snuggle even closer to him. “please.”

the way you hold him close has him melting. he can’t deny you when you’re this adorable. “ok, fine,” he mumbles endearingly into your hair as he presses a sweet kiss to the top of your head. carlos then wraps his own arms around you in a bear hug and rolls over so that you’re the one laying on top of him. pulling the blankets back up, he settles the both of you back into bed so the two of you can cuddle the rest of the day away.

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yandere-sins · 2 years ago

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“he follows until you are pressed to the cold wall, his arm around you, pulling you back so you wouldn’t have to be cold all night”

this made me remember that bed post, of how couples sleep Vs how single ppl sleep. Single ppl often have their bed up against the wall, cause it saves space and they don’t need to worry about falling off the bed, while couple usually have their bed in the middle with the headboard against the wall and the sides not touching anything, and that makes it easier for one of them to get up without having to disturb the other. This made me think… it would be such a yandere thing to do to have the bed pressed up against the wall anyways, so their darling can’t leave without them knowing or waking up. It just feels like such a subtly controlling action, where the darling wouldn’t be able to even go to the washroom in the middle of the night without the yandere allowing it. I mean, they prob would have had to wake up the yandere anyways if the yandere hugs them in their sleep, but this is still make the darling feel even more confined mentally, because they know that there is no way that they could sneak out so they would stress over whether they should wake up the yandere or if they would be able to tolerate it till morning comes. It makes you wonder if the yandere did it on purpose or by accident, especially if the yandere lives in a spacious house so there is no actual need to press the bed against the wall… ah, I just think it makes for a very nice small detail in this kind of scenario ☺️

(Sorry if this is rambling, I just woke up so my brain is muddled lol)

I haven't heard about that theory before! But it makes sense, now that I think about it :D

(Warning: Yandere, Sexual Mentions)

I can totally see yans taking advantage of that. Two entrances to the same bed are just taking up sooo much space (even if the room is completely empty otherwise, hehe). Why not make sure the darling has to do impossible aerobics to get on top and over their captor if they want to get out? Oh, the darling is such a tease, accidentally loosing their footing and waking the yandere with the beautiful sight of their darling on top of them. And then there's the wonderful spiel of:

"I just need to go to the toilet."

"Sure you do, darling."

Even if he yan knows the truth they just grip their darling's waist, keeping them in place and teasing them a little before allowing them to finally get off their captor and to the bathroom, the yan always following of course, yawning but excited to be up with their darling.

Or the very clingy yans that cannot imagine sleeping separately from their darling, even if the darling is sweating bullets because it's so damn hot in the room and locked in the yan's arms around them. They already abstain from drinking before going to bed, knowing they won't be able to free themselves of the yan's hold, so now they just hope to pass out from heatstroke or dehydration 'cause they are so fucking tired but can't sleep.

And then, of course, there's the aspect of being able to watch their darling all night long. It might take them a while with their captor staring down at them for hours to no end. How could they sleep with their sweet love right next to them? Pass up the chance to leave fluttering touches all over their bodies and whisper sweet nothings into their ear while they dream (hopefully of the yandere)? Never! They're just looking out for you—protecting you even! But the pleasure is all theirs, and the yan soaks up ever little utter or whimper from their darling, drunk on the vulnerable sight of their most precious darling. ♥

Oh, and can you imagine, those really mean yandere that drug their darlings? They are so freaking overjoyed when their darling is searching for any kind of comfort, after the yan put them into bed, while their brain is a huge mess. Darlings that cry and sob, but then bury their face in the yan's chest and the yan just instantly has a huge grin on their face as they pat their darlings head and rub their back, telling them everything is okay. They try to be empathetic but they just can't stop grinning, loosing their freaking mind from excitement. Yans who get so fucking hard/wet from their darling inching as close as possible to them, scared of some imaginary monsters they are trying to hide from, not realizing the monster is right in front of them.

Last but not least, sharing a bed doesn't just mean sharing a mattress. There's also just one blanket and one pillow, and the darling will be forced to stay near and rest their head on the yan's arm or chest. There's no escaping that, so they'll eventually admit defeat due to being so tired. But the morning after is when things get really interesting. When the mood shifts from sleepy to horny real quick, the yan not wanting to lose the warmth they shared all night, as always insatiable for their darling.

Thanks for sharing your thoughts!

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madzlang · 2 years ago

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COD REQUEST

Simon Riley with a shy reader who has ZERO experience with men.

as much as I would’ve loved to make this full blown smut, my brain would not allow that with this ask so no smut 😝 this time at least. if I get enough motivation (and this gets enough notes), I’ll probs make a second part that has smut

anyways, thanks for the ask 😘

Bread, Croissant, and a Date

simon riley x fem!reader

warnings: sorta smutty-ish, just Simon being kinda pervy and stuff

The ding of the small bakery door on the corner of the street echoed around the almost empty shop, that was nearly a singular room if not for the tiny kitchen through the back door.

Simon Riley looked around, seeing an old man sitting at the one table, sipping a coffee and holding a news paper, giving Simon a dirty look as if he interrupted his peace.

Simon raised his brows, walking to the counter and tapped on the bell after seeing the sign near it that said: “ring the bell if I’m not at the counter :)”

A few moments later, a small girl, who was around a foot shorter than Simon, hurried to the counter, a blush on her cheeks.

“Sorry.” She spoke, her voice small as she looked at the counter.

“Don’t worry about it, love.” Simon responded, his voice rough as he looked at her, his eyes trailing up and down her body.

Her eyes darted up to look at him, the blush on her cheeks even darker.

“Uh- what.. what can I get you?” She asked quietly, looking up at him.

“Just a loaf of bread, love.” His eyes were still glued to her body as he spoke.

She nodded, turning around and walking to where she kept the bread, her back turned to him.

He couldn’t help but let his eyes trail down her body, stopping on her ass before looking back up as she walked back.

She placed the loaf of bread on the counter, saying a quiet “$1.50”.

He nodded, giving her the money in coins as he picked up the loaf of bread. “Thanks love.” He said lowly as he walked out, the ding of the bell echoing around the bakery once more.

A week later, Simon reentered the bakery. He wasn’t exactly sure what he wanted this time, well, apart from the sweet girl working there.

He walked up to the counter, seeing the same old guy from the week before, sitting in the exact same spot, doing the exact same thing he was last week.

Simon tapped on the bell, watching as the girl came out of the back room a few moments later.

“Hi.” She said quietly, looking up at him, a look of recognition on her face, but she quickly looked down again. “What can I get you?”

His eyes darted around the shop, trying to stop his eyes from landing on her tits (although the did many times), and actually find something he wanted.

“Uh, can I get a croissant, darling?” He asked after a few moments.

She nodded, bending down to grab a paper bag and open the display case, getting a croissant out.

Simon had to physically bite his tongue from letting out a groan as he saw her bend down, his thoughts going wild about how her dress tightened on her ass.

She stood up a few moments later, her cheeks pink as she put the paper bag containing the croissant on the counter. “$3.00” she spoke softly, her gaze down at the counter.

He nodded, sliding the amount over in coins. “Thanks, pretty girl.” He missed out on her cheeks turning as red as a tomato as he turned around and left, a sly smile on his face, a bulge in his pants, and a paper bag containing a croissant he didn’t even want in the first place.

Simon couldn’t help but visit the bakery once more, only a few days later.

The bell dinged and he ignored the dirty looks the old man was giving him as he approached the counter.

The girl immediately came out of the back room, approaching the counter, looking up at the him.

“Hi. What can I get you?” She asked, her tone slightly more quite than last time.

“Your number, love.” He spoke, his rough voice a stark contrast to her sweet and quiet voice.

Her cheeks turned bright pink and her eyes widened.

“Sorry.. what?” She asked quietly.

“Your number. So I can ask you out on a date.” Simon was quite proud with his display of confidence, leaning on the counter and running a hand through his messy blond hair.

The girl’s mouth opened and closed, trying to find the words to respond before she reached under the counter and pulled her phone out, opening her contacts list and giving it to him, silently telling him to put his number in.

“You gonna message me if I do this?” He asked although he was already typing his number in.

She shrugged and nodded, her cheeks still bright pink.

“Good girl.” He said lowly, giving her phone back, turning around and leaving, a grin on his face once more.

Part 2 is postedd

#simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #simon riley #fem reader #simon riley x y/n #ghost x reader

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captain-pheonix · 10 months ago

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Hi this is a silly question but I really like your stuff and I think you're cool and really swag writer so I was wondering if you could do one with the TF2 mercs (and maybe miss Pauling, whatever you want) with a reader who boxes? Can be romantic or platonic, and the gender can be whatever you find easier to write. Ok, thank you ❤️😭

Mercs + Pauling (romantic and/or platonic) x gn!reader who likes boxes 📦 (HCs)

A/n: AHHHH TY ANON ILY 🫶 This isn’t weird at all, seriously, I am a certified creature and you have 100% come to the right person. I collect Apple product boxes and if I’m being honest if I lived by myself I’d just collect boxes regularly. Im making this gn!reader that can be read as platonic or romantic! Hope you enjoy!!

BIG EDIT: HOLY SHIT ANON IM SO SORRY I CANT READ YOU MEANT A READER THAT BOXES NOT A READER THAT LIKES BOXES IM GONNA CRY 😭😭😭😭 IM GONNA MAKE ANOTHER POST FOR A READER THAT BOXES IM SO SORRY

Warnings: none (boxes jumpscare, graphic depictions of cardboard)

Pauling

• Girlie is like “huh” but doesn’t really care because all the other mercs are equally if not more insane (and we all know the admin is, too)

• When she finds out, she finds it kinda funny, gives her a tiny break from being a workaholic 25/8

• “What do you find so fascinating about them?” Ms. Pauling says, genuinely curious. You explain that they’re just nice, they itch your brain the right way, and just like how a child sees one of those huge appliance boxes. “Oh, yeah, that makes sense, actually. Interesting. Never would have thought about that.”

• ✨the box hoard TM✨ is probably just in a corner or a closet somewhere

• She’ll probably ask if she can have any because they’d be really nice for sorting paper work

• Up to you, but maybe you give her a few you don’t like as much

Sniper

• bro is confuzzled

• thinks you’re crazy

• exits the room

• (no)

• like Pauling, he’s a bit confused, but after explaining how it’s like that feeling you get as a kid seeing a package arrive in a huge box, he understands it a bit more

• probably a little weirded out by your ✨box hoard✨ anyway

• calls you a cat 😞

• I feel like he’d be the kind who might get annoyed at the box board being around, thinking it takes up space and it needs to be tidied

• might get something to help you organize the boxes

Scout

• finds it absolutely positively hilarious cannot stop laughing

• “What? You like boxes?”

• Shoves you in boxes because it’s funny 😔

• after explaining the whole “it just sorta itches my brain like when a kid sees an empty box something was in” thing, he’s like “oh my gosh, that totally makes sense, actually!”

• 10/10 would just chill in one your boxes even if it’s a little small

• weird but wholesome headcannons that you two would fall asleep/cuddle in your boxes together

• honestly though after a while I feel like he’d join your box hobby

• he might ask for the boxes after someone gets a delivery or orders something just for you

• drawing on the boxes!!!

Medic

• Blud is like “ok cool”

• prob gives you boxes leftover from shipments of medical supplies like plastic bits (I wouldn’t take the ones from his shipments of animal organs 😬)

• those boxes might smell like the med lab 😔

• but I mean if you enjoy his scent or something then it’s probably a nice reminder

• when you talk about how a kid would react when a giant box shows up in the mail and how it never went away he gets it

Pyro

• you know for a fact bro is playing with them

• completely understands right off the bat you do not have to explain anything

Spy

• boxtrot taunt

Demo

• too drunk to give a shite

• you may or may not find some bottles in the boxes

Engie

• May have some boxes kicking around to give you

• kinda doesn’t get it but when you explain he’s just like “ok then guess ur just quirky like that”

Soldier

• I’m gonna follow Electrro64rus and say this man is crazy about boxes

• very excited when he finds out you like collecting boxes

• don’t have to explain why you collect boxes, dude is just excited to also participate

Heavy

• utter confusion

• even when you explain it still utter confusion

#tf2 headcanons #team fortress two #tf2 #scout tf2 #tf2 scout #sniper tf2 #tf2 x reader #sniper x reader #engineer tf2 #medic tf2 #scout x reader #tf2 engie #engineer x reader #soldier x reader #tf2 fanfiction #medic x reader #demoman x reader

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mushie-mushroom · 5 months ago

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Ehem heres is trakers full body ill prob redraw it idk original pose is on pinterest :b (i was felin lazy and brain empty) so yeah uuh but here have this :D

Its very simple but explains it yes he has platfrom in his shoes but hes an expert at those tipes of shoes *he wears high heals from time to time cough*

Also some things to clear off

Hes based of my roblox avatar a lil because a lot of thing were changed

Support survivor

Things he can do is he can run a little more faster than all the other survivors *giving him and advantage but also a decrease of stamina*

His radio in his waist he can use it to identify where the killer is giving the killer a green glow when the ability is used but can also see were each survivor is giving a Orange glow this also helps players to see too but can only see the killer last for 30 seconds and a cooldown of 50

And also has the ability to increase the stamina of players nearby giving them also a small speed bost for 4 seconds whit his second ability (which i still dont know how it would be showcased)

The abilities are still work in progress some things migth be changed and also given a name

This man slays fr 😔🙏

#artists on tumblr #my art #roblox #art #my ocs #roblox forsaken #forsaken roblox #forsaken #forsaken oc #oc forsaken #forsaken oc's

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puppybutchinyourarea · 6 months ago

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Meow meow meow!! -I say out of character

#euphoric will prob delete. Prob offensive

Shout out trisha paytas for that ICONIC tiktok^^

Idk idk idk idk, dude my tail has just kinda been waggin for a few hours

Being scratched almost until im bleeding is second only to those scratches bleeding

And with the bites on my neck that arent visibly bruised but still hurting being directly where my collar sits (both are deeply romantic)

Guys I just feel elated, almost high (if I wasnt freezing my ass off in my room that used to be the garage and was not insulated when the previous owners did their renovation) and very just so !!!!, yk?

Idk, no fucking thoughts, head goddamn empty

I love that stupid fucking twink so much, Id fish the stars out of the sky if he asked me to, and he lets me be really stupid annoying and puts up with me being mean to show my affection

And it helps that hes so stupid pretty and I wanna bash my head into a wall about it

Whatever something something hot t4t fag dyke gay sex or whatever, idk. This is not really a horny post more than my brain's been shut off and I just really like him like so stupid much

Anyway, woof woof woof -I say also out of character because I dont often bark (only upon special request from that stupid fucking twink I love (hey king, I know you'll see this) and when I think its funny)

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butterfrogmantis · 1 year ago

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Hey remember when I first drew Spinner and Weaver and said' 'im probs never gonna draw these guys again lmao' Yeah anyway

Spinner is my second fave of the textile trio but probably my most complex.

My Weaver is a pretty straightforwards sort of person, wears their heart on their sleeve, not much going on that he doesn't already reveal to people. Very optimistic, loves everyone, glass half full and brain half empty /aff Good parent to his daughter, Cinnamon is a bit of brat tho lol but she's Weaver's lil' girl still. She gets to be on this pile just to lift the mood (and bcuz I wanted to draw drag makeup, one of their fave hobbies)

Tailor's generally easy to understand too, good natured man with a bit of a kvetchy side, but he has a bit more going on under the surface relating to his issues with his ex, but a lot of that is kind of romantic relationship specific and sometimes a bit hard to explore in this server but dw he's doing fine lol he has Farmer 💚 Good dad to Diligent and Sower; Sower can be a handful but she has Farmer and Diligent to look out for her too so the relationship with Tailor is positive.

Spinner … now Spinner has a bit more going on. He's trying, he is. He's a loner that doesn't want to be lonely, neutral aro-ace that likes his close friends and family but is very introverted and was woefully ill prepped for a child like Wrangler. He really wanted to be a father and liked the baby years but I think in his mind Spinner figured since he was single parenting his son would sort of become a Spinner 2.0 and wasn't quite anticipating a child that's the equivalent of a miniature tornado in his house. Farmer's family is used to that, Spinner is not. And it does cause issues. Out of all the family dynamics in the BV next gen it's one of the rockiest, at least for a while. Spinner will learn to accept Wrangler and Wrangler will mature eventually. There's good days and bad, but there's genuine father-son love and both are willing to compromise 💙

Spinner and Weaver designed by me (c) The Smurfs

Wrangler is mine

#the smurfs #smurfs #BFM ng: Wrangler #Spinner Smurf #Weaver Smurf

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gremlin-writes-angst · 2 years ago

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u were looking for prompts soooo… cove step 3 with a sick reader 🤲

In this cove is mc boyfriend.

First sick fic I've written.

Like most my stuff not proofread or beta read so let me know if yall see any errors

Hope yall like it

Staying in bed was your mom's prescription for your flu. It wasn't a hard task to follow, as your body did not feel up to do more. Your small trash can was full of used kleenex. Your bedside table had a little empty medicine cup along with a Gatorade bottle and a water bottle.

You were miserable. Laying there , your brain felt slow. You hated being sick, and who gets sick in the summer.

Your self loathing is cut off but a quick series of knocks.

You brain rushes as you realize the window is unlocked and in second Cove would be coming out or well in through your window

You try to be quick, but the flu slows you down. Before you know it he's in your room.

You stumble out of bed and try to push him away

" what- "

Confused by your slightly aggressive approach, Cove questions you. Yet he doesn't retreat as you basically fall on him.

" you can't be here Cove"

Your voice sounding strange and naselly because of the congestion in your nose

"Why?"

A blunt response. It sort of warmed your heart to hear Cove be Cove.

"I'm sick, I don't want you to get sick."

Cove helps you back to your bed.

" I don't mind, if I get to spend time with you"

You become visible upset

" I care though."

Coves face distorts , his classic scowl. He was clearly some form of sad, probably disappointed. But either way he just nodded and began to leave

" ok"

And he was gone.

Though you were the one so adamant about him not being here, but him listening to you wasn't something you weren't prepared for. It was a little hurtful. Which made you feel bad, it wasn't his fault. And yet it still hurts.

And yet with the flu it was still easy to fall asleep. It was like the only thing you could do.

You wake up groggy, a knock coming from your door. It was the same pattern as the one that comes to your window almost every day. Cove. It felt deja vu.

You gave an answer, a small quiet grunt , but Cove heard it. He entered , you sat up in your bed , and with blurry vision you looked at Cove. And all you saw was a greenish blue color…. But It wasn't his hair. After blinking a little you're able to see a blue mask Covering his face.

"Can I- I'm protected so it should be fine?"

He was cations but as soon as you gave him the go ahead. His excitement fills his expression, even if all you could see was his eyes and those squiggles he had for eyebrows.

Yet excited he was careful

" I brought soup- from the store. I mean it's still warm. I promise I could ev-"

" it's okay Cove"

His body calms down a significant amount. He started to get himself comfortable. Not wanting to cross a boundary, he sits on your rolling office chair. He sets down the store bags he had on the floor, except for the bag that is only holding a container of soup. He set the container on your desk before he looks around, then at you

" I - I don't have a bowl… or a spoon."

His face says sorry to him. No words needed. Before you could offer a solution he jumps up and begins rushing out of your room, shakingly explaining himself

"No. I've got this ill- don't worry. Stay there."

And then he's gone,but this time you just smile at his antics.

You listen closely as you hear your mom's laugh at Cove , rushing around the kitchen, you hear drawers being harshly opened and closed.

Eventually you hear footsteps running up the stairs but before he enters your room again there's a pause. When he enters he's 'calm'

" got it"

You hide your little chuckle, understand this is how he wants you to see him while you're sick. He wants to be the calm, helpful boyfriend.

He sets up the soup, even making sure it is not too hot or cold for you. When it is ready he slowly cares it over to you, he literally looks like he's walking on a tightrope with how stead he moves.

" thanks Cove"

" yeah it's no problem"

Then he sat back on the office chair. He doesn't seem to know what to do next as you take a couple sips of your soup, which you now realize is your favorite. Cove takes a couple looks around your room, as if trying to find something unfamiliar. When he doesn't find anything on the walls or shelves , he looks to the ground. He makes a ' ohhh yeah' face when he sees the bags he brought. Once again he's excited to share.

" I got some other thing"

He starts pulling out a colorful box of fruit snacks

" I got these- not for now, it's not really good to have sweets when you're sick but- well if you really want it- it can't hurt that much. But I actually bought it because I saw it and remembered how much you loved them."

He put them to the side before moving on to the next thing

" I got Gatorade and uhm some water but- well I see you have some already. But this is a different flavor. I mean I have that one too- I got a couple flavors, and don't worry if you don't want or finish them i'll take them. They're good for exercise too."

"I'll take one right now"

Cove's eyes brighten up knowing he did something right. You set down your soup and he hands you the bottle.

He grabs the last thing, he himself seems a little confused by the item before he flips it around to see the front

" oh, this is like a little puzzle game, it was in that check out area and I grabbed it."

He tore the wrap off and moved to your bed, kneeling as he started to show you how it worked

" I thought it was a good time consumer. I know you could use your phone or something but i mean, when i'm sick I get headaches looking at a screen so I figured"

He motioned the item

" here , give it a try"

You take the item and begin exploring how the pieces work. Then you start trying to solve it. Cove watches over you, he makes noises almost every move you make, you can tell when he agrees and when he disagrees with a pieces place. After five minutes you can tell he's itching to do more than watch.

" Cove"

He looks at you confused why you stopped

" would you, join me"

You scout over in your bed, he clearly wants to jump at the opportunity but he stops himself

" Are you sure?"

You smile

" I think cuddles are exactly what I need"

Cove has no problem listening as he climbs into your bed. You weren't lying when you said you wanted to cuddle but you had other motives, this angle made it easier for Cove to play with the puzzle himself. You hand it to him , and begin to snuggle into his chest

" I'm starting to get a bit tired. Could I just.."

"Of course!"

You smiled at his excitement. As your eyes droop. You quietly say one last thing.

" If it's uncomfortable, you don't have to wear the mask, we're already cuddling. I'm not sure it'll do much at this point."

You figured the mask would bother Cove's sensory issues a bit and honestly you knew that even if he got a little sick he wouldn't hold you accountable.

Cove didn't say anything, but you could feel the relief in his chest as he shifted and removed the mask. Once settled again, he slowly left a lingering kiss on your temple.

#fanfic #our life #our life beginnings & always #our life cove #cove holden #olba cove #olba mc #cove x reader #cove x mc #sickfic #comfort #fluff

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boxylocks · 1 year ago

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Valiant Doodles

;; Look at the sunshine smile, how could he possibly be a little criminal? He's so babey it hurts.

His little ring can change into a crown! On another note, He's super dumb though, he doesn't understand how to use emotions and expressions in the correct context and probs does stuff that comes off as unnerving:

Also, he lives in the god realm with Arceus, his poor brain is so empty he doesn't know what to do with himself

Arceus thinks he's really weird so they just shove him in the corner with a bunch of things to do in the hopes he doesn't stare at them. He really likes to do puzzles and probably just has a pile of them in the god realm.

Fun facts ✨

He was created by Arceus to complete tasks for them in other realms, he often met up with Seance to inform her of things. So he probably knows who Silas is.

They're smaller than the average Zoroark due to their true form being tiny, height doesn't always translate well.

Valiant is usually always smiling, they do not feel emotions and only do this because they learned it's comforting to mortals.

He tries his best to mimic mortal emotions to seem more 'normal' but he always ends up using them in the wrong context.

His brain is like 70% empty so most of the time he acts like a dead husk of a person. Despite not being created to have independent thoughts he does occasionally think for himself.

His independent thoughts consist of a desire to be seen as a normal mortal and to learn about things. He does... sort of think about what it would be like to be a normal mortal.

As shown he kinda just stares off when he's not being told what to do, he doesn't know what else to do with himself. His brain kinda goes into a standby mode.

The thing around his neck is how Arceus gets him to do things and talk to him, if it was off he'd probably be much more defiant. ✨

I love this man, Silas? Who's Silas? I only see my babey boy Valiant, god they'd probs scare the hell out of him. Silas hates H.Zoroarks and this man would give him a heart attack.

All in all, Valiant is extremely harmless until Arceus tells him to complete a task, then he'll do just about anything to do that.

#Valiant

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ananinara · 11 months ago

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Made my previous into one post so it can be a little neater. Mostly copy pasted.

Ah. Finallh watched all of Evangelion Franchise (except NG:Death&ReBirth) and I-

I- feel so empty. Not in a depressed way, but more like "I can't finally understand now what they've been feeling and I can relate" and that's the thing that shocked me the most. I CAN relate. Especially to Asuka. And Shinji. He's actually one of my fav character of the series. And how many times did I questioned myself and others like Rei. Damn.

I want to erase my memory and re-watch it so bad. But I wish to have seen it sooner. But I regret also seeing it. I should probably sleep.

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It's been half a hour since watching it and I feel like. I don't remember anything from the series. The memories are in my mind but. I just can't process it. Either I'm to sleep deprivated (I doubt that's the case), I didn't let each part/episodes sink in, or my brain is willingly cutting it from my thought.

I should see a therapist.

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Watched analyse videos because my brain is too foggy to think and. I understand now. Thank you Evangelion, Thank you Anno.

The brain fogginess I had all this years is starting to disappear. My sadness too. I think now I know how to heal myself.

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Anyway I can't believe glasses girl is end-games. She's literally childhood friend w/ his dad man

Kawoshin is so sweet and gay but I smell possible co-dependency (idk)

Rip (toxic?) Asushin. But it was for the better T^T (at least their prob together in EoE)

Weird non-incest incest Reishin even tho strong bond

Well I think I'm finished.

Thanks for comming to my Ted Talk.

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After Re-reading I feel like I was on drug haha

I can't believe I just re-dived into escapism w/ that last one ._ .

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therealrattlehead · 2 years ago

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Everlong: A Genji/Mercy Fan Fiction

Summary: Genji decides to make a surprise appointment while Mercy is mauling over her feelings for him. He won't say what he's coming in for, so Mercy can only hope that she won't fumble.

WC: 6000+, first 1348 included in post, rest is on ao3

Rating: Explicit Content

A/N: Mercy is probs out of character, idrc tho lol

If you could describe Dr. Ziegler’s lab, it was cold, and every word was synonymous. Overwatch had been revamped, rebuilt, and remade. Winston had been generous after the recall, providing them with supplies and more.

However, it didn’t have the homey feeling her old lab had possessed. Gone were the gauzy white curtains that once filtered in the bright, iridescent sunlight. Metal tables were no longer highlighted with the powdery blue spring. Songs of birds failed to echo off industrial walls and lab doors. Instead, it was cold and soundless, the only light coming from the fluorescent lights that hung up above. The laboratory still felt incredibly empty despite the rows of cabinets and drawers full of new, state-of-the-art tools. Mercy had worked in empty labs before, but something about this one felt strange. It felt distant.

It felt lonely.

Granted, there wasn’t much of anyone to recall. People had been weary of joining back, of going back to the once-worshiped organization that was now deemed illegal. Mercy tried not to care about it, about the masses of people who could only see her closest friends as criminals and thugs. Even when her heart turned heavy with guilt, and her brain began to rot with the dark mold of doubt, she kept herself focused on her mission. Her mission was not to be liked and worshiped by people; her mission was to save people, to protect people. Her focus was not on the alive and raging but on the sick and wounded.

Nonetheless, she liked the appreciation. Praise was lovely, and she couldn’t deny that. However, she learned from the past that it was not always worth it, and if there was something she needed more than healing the sick, it was to make sure the past was not repeated.

So, she was sitting at her desk in this large, foreign room while trying to complete some work. Recently, she has been able to complete the physicals for all those who have been recalled. It was okay, maybe even a little nice, to have the warmth of her old teammates underneath her fingertips again, but other than that, it wasn’t something she cared for too much.

That was a lie. She cared for Genji.

The lines between the doctor and patient relationship always seemed to blur with him. From that fatal night in Japan, when burnt, bruised, and broken hands reached out for the angel’s, to the days of Blackwatch when Mercy had to begrudgingly hand over her muse to the wicked talons of Moira, to the present day where Genji would frequent in and out of her office like a giddy little dog, always nuzzling up to her, Mercy was more than fond of the ninja. He was always there, her little guardian angel who kept a playful watch over her. This wasn’t to say that she had any romantic feelings toward him, but their relationship was definitely on a higher plane than friendship. Safety, for Mercy, was simply just sitting in Genji’s cool metal embrace. However, she was never to admit these feelings, for the fear of upsetting Genji and pushing him away was more potent than her desires. So, for now, the thoughts remain just that: desires. Little sheep that helped her sleep at night. Rosy cheeks were left un-caressed by firm metal fingers, but as long as Genji was happy, Mercy could pretend she was okay with it. The lack of a date was not the end of the world.

Speaking of Genji.

Mercy’s computer chimed, highlighting a small message in the bottom right corner. She took a small sip from her coffee before setting her mug aside and swiveling over to the computer, adjusting her reading glasses so she could read the message. It was a message from Genji.

“Can we do a repeat of my physical? Something happened recently, and I want you to check it out,” the message read.

“Of course. What is it, exactly?”

“Uhm, I’d rather just have you see it than text it. I hope you understand.”

“That’s okay. When are you planning to come in?”

“Is it okay to do it right now?”

“Yes. I’ll be waiting here.”

Despite the fat crickets and other nocturnal insects, they were still wide awake. Having a doctor’s appointment made no sense. Nobody in Overwatch had any reason in their minds. It wouldn’t change anything. The company would be very appreciative if Genji kept her company.

Heavy, clunky footsteps were ringing out throughout the outside hallway soon enough. Despite the noise, each shot a new pang of joy into Mercy’s heart. It was like an owner awaiting the joyful embrace of their small puppy. Mercy wished she could just bounce out of her seat and run to the industrial doors to meet Genji with open arms, but that wouldn’t be very professional now. So instead, she just swiftly got up from her chair, tucking it neatly underneath her desk, and made her way to the door. Knee-high boots click and clack against the cool tile floor, and her lab coat wooshed behind her. She pulled it over herself as she approached the door and undid the mechanical lock. With a hiss, the door depressurized and was able to creak open.

Genji stood on the other side, patiently waiting. His helmet and visor were off, his hair messy and frizzy, and his round, scared face quirked into a smile. An oversized, green, billowy sweatshirt covered his top, and a pair of equally large sweatpants covered his bottom. He stood slightly slouched, his body having grown accustomed to crouching. A back brace would be an excellent addition when Genji needed his next upgrade.

The two stood there, carefully eyeing each other. Mercy could stand there for hours just looking at him, studying him if it was her choice.

“May I come in, doctor?” Genji asked, gently tucking a strand of hair behind his ear. The hair sprang back out as soon as he took his hand away.

“Why certainly,” Mercy chuckled, reaching out and smoothing the back behind Genji’s hair. Genji smiled a little wider before shifting to the side and walking into the lab. Mercy followed behind, leading him to her work table on the other side of the room. By muscle memory, Genji reached to the side of the desk to pull out an extra and set it right next to Mercy’s. He sat down while Mercy made her way to the coffee pot, pouring Genji a cup and refilling her own. Mercy settled the warm cups on the desk, but Mercy still hadn’t sat down. Instead, she made her to a fridge that sat against a wall to the left of the desk.

“Tiramisu?” Mercy asked, pulling the cake from the fridge and setting it on the table.

“Offering your patients sweets? How unprofessional, doctor,” Genji chuckled but nodded, sipping his coffee. Mercy smiled back, opening a drawer and finding two plastic plates and plastic silverware. Soft, spongy pieces of cake flopped onto their respective plates as Mercy set them. With a plastic fork on each plate, she put the cake away before carrying the dessert to her desk. She handed Genji his plate before pulling her chair out and sitting with him. Genji immediately took a bite, sighing at the taste and washing down with a sip of coffee.

“Did you make this?” He asked, gesturing to his slice with his fork.

“Mhmm,” Mercy nodded, sipping her coffee and putting her mug back on the table, peachy lipstick staining the rim. Genji glanced at the stained edge before his eyes met with Mercy’s. Cute, doe eyes shaped with sharp eyeliner and framed with thick brows, how Mercy loved them. Ugh, that wasn’t the point. She had better things to focus on that weren’t those damn eyes. Genji was here for a reason, not for her to ogle at him all night.

“So, what seems to be the problem?” Mercy crossed her legs and set her plate in her lap, regaining the professional persona that made her all so respectable.

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