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jadeddangel · 9 months ago

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Adam x reader (smut)

Disclaimer: This story is meant for mature audiences, If you're not over the age of 18, please do NOT interact with any of my work. Any and all characters I write for are over the age of 18. Having said that, please enjoy the story. Reblogs are always appreciated!!

Warnings : Adam being well adam, smut, hair-pulling, misogyny, p in v, oral sex (male receiving), unprotected sex, breeding kink ,dom! Adam, sub! Reader, minor sexism, and I think that's all let me know of I missed any.

AN: This is my first time writing for Adam, so please be respectful. This isn't proofread.

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You were Adam's third and hopefully final wife, you had been aware of the exterminations by the time you and Adam had started dating... which meant once a year adam left you... home alone and worried.. I mean what if one day he never came home? What if he was hurt? What if he was stuck down there with those... those THINGS... it had been hundreds of years since the two of you started dating and that fear... it never went away...

Adam had left you alone in your shared home claiming he had a meeting with the princess of hell, which of course caused doubt and curiosity but you trusted him and you would trust him tell the bitter end. It had been almost 30 minutes and you couldn't wait for him to be home. The bed was growing cold, and with how quiet the loft had been it felt well.. creepy?

Having grown attached to Adam's well..loud Behavior, it didn't seem like you were in the right house at all. After about another thirty minutes, Adam barged through the front door of your loft, not trying to conceal his previous in the slightest; perking up at the sound of his heavy boots and the awfully loud door you shuffled out of bed the soft pink nighty that you wore trailing after you. "Sugartits? Where you at hun?" Adam called out half expecting you to be in the kitchen making lunch for him. You were trying your best to sneak up on him but the creaky floorboards gave you away, Adam quickly turned around the golden smile of his mask seeming to grow wider at how little you were wearing "oh darling~ you look so pretty like that~ did you already finish lunch hmm? " Adam asked as he grabbed your waist with one hand before successfully pulling you closer, this other hand pulled his mask off as he placed it onto the counter thoughtlessly.

"Uhm not yet.. I was just laying in bed.." You spoke softly as you quickly avoided eye contact half expecting him to yell. Adam shook his head "oh dear.. that won't work, it's a very simple thing to do hunny, all I ask is that you cook and clean surely it can't be that hard for you women to understand." Adam spoke down to you like you were dumb, like every word had to be spoken slowly just so that you could understand. It was condescending and degrading how he spoke to you... You nodded slowly "sorry adam.. I'm sorry for not having food ready and leaving the house a mess..". At this point you knew better than to argue with this well to put it kindly, man child. Adam had a smirk on his lips "good good, see? That wasn't so hard was it? Now how about you go get started on My food while I watch one of those stupid picture shows mk?" Adam spoke this time a little less of a bitchy tone; nodding slowly you walked into the kitchen getting started on his favorite ribs. Unfortunately, that was about the only thing this man would eat which wad really taking a toll on his health and his weight; with a sigh you plated up his food and brought it to him on the couch. Adam looked up from the comedy show he was watching and smirked "see it wasn't so hard was it?" Adam spoke before messily stuffing his face, in front of other people he would never eat like this but in his home he didn't give a shit if he made a mess, I mean that is his little S/O's responsibility. Adam handed you the plate before noticing the sheer fabric hanging over your chest and gave you a smirk "is that the nighty I bought you?" Adam said in a secuctive tone having finally noticed . With a small nod you set the plate down and crawled onto his lap knowing exactly what Adam was going to say, Adam raised a brow gripping the fat of your ass in a tight squeeze "you look beautiful but how about we just take it off mk? Cmon you know how much I love that body of yours~" Adam whispered into your ear seemingly trying to coax you into doing as he asked.

Adam's hands slowly trailed up your back leaving tingles across your body and shivers along your spine. Every touch brought the thin fabric over your body before Adam finally tugged it off of your body tossing it over the back of the couch. Adam's crotch was pressed against yours, already feeling him beginning to grow hard at the sight of you wearing nothing underneath.Squirming slightly at the feeling of Adam's eyes grazing over your body like he was starving, you began feeling up in his chest feeling over the soft fabric and down his sides slowly. Adam was letting you have this moment to feel up on him as he began pawing at your chest like if he didn't feel you up he would surely die (oops spoilers sorry sorry lmao).

Letting at soft moans at the feeling of his rough hands grazing over your nipples in just the right kind of way to give you a pleasure that wasn't all too overwhelming. Adam's other hand gripped onto your waist pushing you down a bit more forcing you to grind down on him, and god the soft groans and grumbles he let out when you rocked your hips drove you insane. Adam let go of your tit pushing his own shirt up slightly to reveal his happy trail before tugging at his pants and boxers just trying to get them down enough to spring up. Adam gave you a smirk before using his arms to push everything off of the table that was front of the couch and onto the floor pushing your back against the cold wood. Adam's hands immediately went to your thighs and spread your legs still sitting in his sitting position on the couch, before spitting onto your clit using 2 fingers to rub it in as lube. "Fucking damn... " Adam groaned out at the sight of your arousal and his saliva mixing, "I think you can take me yea? You can take the stretch won't you hmm?" Adam asked rhetorically knowing he was going to do it anyways. You nodded slowly spreading your legs a bit more for him, Adam finally stood in front of you spanking your clit lightly with the tip of his dick.

"cmon, ask me nicely, girl~ just the way I like~" Adam leaned down and whispered into your ear before pulling back and looking at you expectantly. You took a deep breathe " Please stretch me out with your cock adam.." you begged in a pitiful tone. Adam would have easily let that pass but that wasn't what he was looking for, " cmon girly~ you know that's not the name I was looking for~ try again mk?" Adam said frowning down at you now. "Please stretch me out with your cock.. master" you repeated praying this time it passed his expectations. Adam graced you with a cocky smirk at hearing the sinful and lewd words, as he slowly pushing his mushroom shaped tip into you he let out a small groan before the rest of his 8 almost 9 inch dick into you. You let out a small shrill scream as he had expected you to take it no problem.. the length may have proved to be a challenge but he was thick and he had just forced it into you. Adam wiped away tears you hadn't realized had fallen from your eyes, "oh girly, cmon we know you can take it~ it's your job after all~ to make sure I'm catered too, now I'm gonna start moving understood?" Adam asked as if he was even giving you a choice in the matter. Adam started thrusting into you slowly trying to get you to loosen up around him so he can wreck your guts (respectfully). The moment your gushy walls started to relax he sped up hitting right against your g-spot over and over, obviously knowing what he's doing. Adam smirked down at you as he pounded into you with no mercy. The only noises that filled the rooms was the sound of skin slapping against skin , your moans and the sound of Adam's wings ruffling and puffing up. With a gentle and desperate hand you reached up to grab at him needing something to ground you the closer you got, it felt like you were flying. Adam let out curses of pleasure as he rapidly approached his high. "Fuck fuck fuck! Your gripping me so tight princess so fucking tight!" Adam growled out between labored breathes. You were so close you were just babbling wordlessly to let him allow you to reach your high. Adam grabbed your hair slamming your head back down onto the table and pounding into your poor little hole harder using his other hand to reach down and rub your clit roughly "i want you to cum for me girly~ so fucking tight~" Adam groaned. At the order your body couldn't help but react your hips bucking up to meet him as you finally came all over his dick and thighs. Adam moved his hands to grip your waist for leverage, Adam's wings stretched out towards the ceiling as he came, his thrusts finally slowing down.. you were beyond exhausted.. but you knew that with Adam one round was never enough. And as if on que Adam tapped your cheek looking down at you with a smirk.

"Cmon girly time to wake up~"

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partycatty · 11 months ago

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dilf!johnny cage > to heal

how it goes when reader dates older johnny following the loss of sonya

warnings: grief, age gap, mentions of sex but no smut written

notes: i want to gnaw on dilf johnny until he is nothing but bones. it is for that reason that this post is LONG. yappasaurus rex over here.

masterlist <3

•first of all mk11 was so bad at covering the grief of a man losing the mother of his child

•then again that also implicates that johnny is really, really good at hiding his emotions, especially around the people he's meant to be stoic around. i wouldn't necessarily cry in front of a thunder god or cryomancer either. and i'd try to keep it together for my kid.

•regardless, johnny falls into a deep, DEEP depression that eats away at him. he should have been there on that mission. he should've canceled that ninja mime shooting and spent one more day with his family before it was completely wrecked. and he'll tell himself this every time he looks at cassie's empty eyes. he stays sober, for her, but god does he wish he could just feel nothing sometimes.

•johnny stays smiles and jokes, but as soon as he closes the door to his sleeping quarters, all he can do is blankly stare ahead. damn him and his acting skills. he wants people to check up on him, but it's just so... hard to express his pain.

•some time passes and he considers himself recovered, but every time he sees his daughter excel in training or lips smile in the way sonya's did... god.

•imagine his surprise when his own daughter asks him to get back into the dating scene. cassie says something along the lines of "you're a sad old fart that needs a woman to get him off of the couch."

•cassie's right, unfortunately. johnny let his stubble grow in and hair grow increasingly wild. he didn't carry himself as well as he once did, which was especially worrying to those who saw him as the confident, sharp, charismatic character.

•johnny declines to his daughter, finding the conversation kind of off-putting. but, on a late tuesday, he decides "fuck it" and sets up a bumble profile while sitting on the classic leather dad recliner in the living room. the one thing he forgot to do? set an age range.

•so he's a little taken aback when a 29 year old you is the third person he swiped to. instinctively, he thought to swipe left on you, but curiosity got the better of him. he read your profile and realized you sounded incredibly mature and had the same interests as him. covering his mouth and holding his phone with the other, he swipes... right, feeling an immediate intense guilt.

•he doubted you'd match with him, but as soon as he swipes, a big "IT'S A MATCH!" covers his phone screen and he lets out an audible gasp, tightening his grip on his face. he then gets a twinge of embarrassment for himself. was he seriously flipping his shit over his first match on a mobile dating app? yes.

•johnny spends a good long while staring at the screen, wondering if you'd even message him. after all, men couldn't message first on the app. what if she thinks he's too old? what if it was an accidental swipe? what if...

•NEW MESSAGE! "hiii :)" johnny swallows, afraid to open the message. what would he say? what should he say? does bumble have read receipts? would you notice he opened your message and stared for several minutes?

•he settles on "hello, how are you?" it's been a while since he's had to genuinely flirt with interest, so he opens cordially. johnny was a charmer for sure, but this time he was playing for keeps, not just for fun. he also, unlike his younger version he met some time ago, wants to take his time.

•you two chat back and forth, and while you acknowledge to him that he is indeed a celebrity (and how hilariously stupid it was that he was on a public dating site), you express no real concern over it. you mention to him that you want to see him as a man and not a character. the deeper conversation of dealing with the spotlight could come another time, as johnny didn't want to scare you away.

•you two text for a lot longer than most matches on bumble. johnny's honestly terrified of meeting up in person. he wants to be so incredibly sure that it's you he wants to meet up with. he forgot to keep swiping, even. he was so fixated on getting to know you. he felt weird talking to multiple women on the app, since he was so used to married life.

•he can't bring himself to ask you on a real date, so you two settle on a friendly coffee chat. he shaves, gets a trim, and for the first time in a long time, stresses about wearing the right things. he even calls cassie and asks if he should wear shirt A or shirt B, but was very keen on redacting your age from the conversation. that was something he was afraid to disclose to her.

•what was this man so afraid of?? you are a SWEETHEART. you're so incredibly mature, have more "vintage" interests and asked so many questions, leaning in to listen. johnny didn't feel the need to perform, in fact, he found himself... with butterflies. he death-gripped his coffee to hide the fact that his fingers were trembling.

•one coffee chat turns into two, and then three, four, and eventually, he feels okay enough to plan a real date. his heart was swelling with excitement, a new warmth in his chest. you were so effortlessly patient and kind with him, never asking for anything of him besides his time.

•he plans a dinner date, squeezing you two into a lavish restaurant that he wouldn't have been able to get into if he wasn't a celebrity. he didn't want to overwhelm you with his money and fame, but god did he want to do this right. even though the topic of money was something you never thought to consider with him, he still wanted to show off at least a little bit. it's just in his character!

•there, he starts to come out of his shell a bit more. he starts flirting back, and you two hold hands across the table, intense eye contact as you converse freely.

•johnny takes a sip of his drink, looking down. but when he looks back up, he notices you admiring him with your sweet young eyes. and it's here that he realizes just how much you've revitalized him. he springs out of bed with a smile. you're the last thought in his mind before he falls asleep. when he is with cassie, he can't stop thinking about how much you two would get along.

•which, by the way, johnny is so incredibly sure to remind you that he has a daughter that's your age. you pause and think, trying to articulate your thoughts on the awkward circumstance.

•"i understand that it may be a little uncomfortable for her and the last thing i want is to drive a wedge between you and your daughter. you speak highly of her and i deeply admire that. i perfectly understand that she comes before me."

•johnny stops himself from tearing up. you're... just so kind. you're perfect.

•after the ninth date, he decides that he's ready to go back to your place. it's a quaint apartment, and it's there that you both make the conscious decision to have sex.

•it's slow and sweet, he's murmuring praises into your bare skin as he takes his time exploring a new body. older johnny takes his time with sex unlike his younger days. he needs to appreciate your beauty, complimenting every feature on your body. you're so divine.

•"such a pretty girl..." he whisper-groans above you, strong hands holding your hips in place with a passionate firmness.

•over the next couple months, he's still working toward officially calling you his girlfriend. a new partner in his life scares him, even if you make all of that tension disappear when you're around. it's just a lot to ask of a man to take that new step again.

•biting the bullet, he asks you at your doorstep holding a cheesily large bouquet, having to glance over it to get a proper look at you. you smile sweetly, nodding and immediately accepting in that gentle voice. you knew how much this meant to him to make things official.

•cassie eventually gets the chance to meet you, as her father brings you along to a holiday party with the family. it's... it's a little weird, she won't lie. i mean, it's just weird in general to see your dad with someone that isn't your mom. that's something that naturally needs time to adjust to. and your age isn't something she can avoid discussing.

•she doesn't hate you. she actually finds you quite enjoyable to be around! she's just a little uneasy that you're her age. but, after a long, long talk full of tears and reassuring words, cassie realizes she can learn to accept you being with her dad. i mean, she sees what you do to him.

•that sparkle in his puppy-dog brown eyes is back, and he just can't stop being engulfed by your presence. a hand is always on the small of your back, a grin always plastered on his face, and eyes are always locked onto you when you're doing the most mundane of tasks. he's chirpier, and people even joke that he seems as active as he was in his younger years. you got the old man's rusty gears turnin'!

•he loves you. he didn't realize he could do that again.

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dancingtotuyo · 11 months ago

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4. walk with me, i think we’ll find a way

Woman | Joel Miller

Series Rating: Mature/Explicit

Chapter Summary: It is time to rest.

Tags: Joel Miller X Female Reader. Age Gap (Reader is 42, Joel is 56). HBO Characters. Mostly cannon compliant for show & game. Timeline is changed.

Chapter Warnings: swearing, talks of & references to grief, death (child and spouse), and suicide. Anxiety. Reader has a minor panic attack. Angst. Hurt. Comfort. SMUT. Explicit sex (P in V). Unprotected sex. Oral Sex (M receiving). Let me know if I missed anything.

Note: THANK YOU TO MY BEAUTIFUL BETA READER @fhatbhabie

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You’re not sure what to expect. Joel made it clear he would be waiting for you, but the voice in your mind buzzes with doubt, especially after the way you acted last night. You hesitate briefly before squaring your shoulders and stepping outside.

Joel is at the bottom of your steps, waiting with his warm smile and open posture. It catches you off guard for a split second before your limbs fill with warmth like you’ve been sitting on a sun-soaked beach all day. Then you see it stirring inside him, the simmering heat bubbling under the surface. He looks at you like someone who’s seen you naked, like someone he fully intends to see naked again. If you look in a mirror, you think your eyes would show the same story.

You should run from it. You know better, but the trap you’re on your way to accepting that tugs you deeper. His damn smile only gets brighter as you draw near. You can’t fight the upward tug of your own lips.

“Hi”

Joel chuckles slow and sweet like honey chasing away all the anxieties of the day. “Hi”

“You come here often?” You lean against the short banister, sliding in closer to Joel like two magnets drawn to one another.

Joel shrugs his shoulders leaning closer. You can feel his body heat spread across you. The scent of pine floods your nose. His lips lower to your ear. “Hoping to come around more often.”

A shiver sprints down your spine. You have half a mind to pull him inside right away and forgo the night’s walk, and you know that any chance you stand trying to resist Joel Miller has crumbled to shreds. He’s here and you’ll let him have you.

“I think that could be arranged.”

“Good.” Joel takes your hand in his, pulling you out toward your beaten path. Out in front of the whole town, he never drops your hand.

Neither of you brings up last night, but the tension is there, the good kind. It’s the kind that sits up under the surface, growing in anticipation as the conversation takes innocent turns. As you complete the first lap, you stare at your front door, your footsteps slow, but Joel drags you onward. He doesn’t say a word about it, but he knows.

Joel is going on about something he saw on Patrol when you complete the second lap, but you’re determined this time having made up your mind 10 minutes ago. There will be no third lap tonight. You tug him off the course. His eyebrows raise in question. You knock your head toward your door.

“We still have another lap, Sweetheart,” Joel says, but his feet put up no resistance.

“Not tonight.” The desire that’s simmered all night boils to the surface in the fading daylight.

Joel’s eyes darken as he lets it take over, his full form crowding yours. His touch burns across your skin. You fumble with the door knob distracted by Joel’s calloused hands that seem to be everywhere at once, clouding every sensible thought and motor skill.

The door finally gives way. Joel’s front warms your back up the stairs and into the safety of your bedroom. Joel’s shirt is off, his lips on yours before you’re turned around. He overwhelms your senses, teeth gnashing against yours, hands running over your sternum, your breasts filling his palms.

Clothes fly in rapid succession until you’re both free of clothes. Joel presses into your back, fingers slipping through your slick folds. Your head drops back to his shoulder as a loud moan leaves your mouth, arm hooking around his neck.

His movements are quick and precise, flicking over just the right place. He buries his head in your shoulder, lips sucking at the dip just above your collarbone. He mumbles deep encouragement into your flesh with each moan and catch of your breath. Calloused fingers drag up your bare skin, resting at the base of your throat. He doesn’t restrict your breathing, but keeps pressure just below your neck, pressing you against him. The hairs on your arm stand on end prickling with goosebumps and heat washes through your torso. Your mind is a blur in the best of ways. Joel’s name is the only coherent word that tumbles out of your lips.

His fingers keep pace, back and forth with each catch of your breath, back and forth with each hitch of your hips. His lips work up your neck, his heavy breaths ricocheting off your neck. His cock presses against your back.

His own smooth words start to drift through the fog in your mind.

Yes, Sweetheart

Just like that.

Your hips buck against his hand and he chuckles. “I know you like that.”

All too soon, it becomes too much, your breathing shortens, hiking in pitch. Joel ups the tempo of his motions and it all feels like a little too much just as he sends you shooting you over the mountain peak.

Before you can come down, you’re chest to chest with Joel, lips pressed to his. It’s like he’s thirsty in the desert and last night was only just a sip, doing nothing to quench his thirst, growing the need to be sated.

Your hands tangle in his hair matching his greedy thirst with your own. His hand roams down your naked body, squeezing your ass and caressing your thighs.

Slowly, your hand drifts down his hair-covered chest, lips following behind. The muscles shiver behind each motion, and it hits you that maybe you have the same effect on him that he has on you. You glance up at him, meeting his gaze. You see it flickering in his eyes behind the desire. He looks at you with awe as if he can’t believe you’re real. Before you let the implications of that thought take over, you sink to your knees, keeping eye contact with him as you drag your hands over the v of his hips. His muscles twitch again bringing a smile to your lips.

Joel continues to watch you with the same wonderment and curiosity. There are no expectations in his eyes. It eases something deep within you, giving the impression that he would find satisfaction with whatever you’re willing to give him. Then, you take his cock into your mouth.

Joel’s eyes roll back in his head. His hands tangle in your hair. He’s not holding you in place or restraining you. You’re anchoring him. You can’t take it all in your mouth and soon switch to licking it from base to tip. Joel’s words are the ones that aren incoherent now, spilling in a slur of swears and encouragements. When you look up, your eyes land on a single bead of sweat that drips from the top of his forehead. You follow it as it slips down the slope of his nose until it hangs on the tip, teasing you, its grip slipping with each heavy breath. You wonder when it will slip. Until it finally does, dropping onto your forehead.

Joel seems to see it too because the moment it lands, he’s pulling you up to your feet. The back of your knees hit the bed and Joel is carefully cradling you beneath him as you collide with the fresh sheets. Your laugh tangles with his and he’s smiling down at you. It all feels so much like-

“What romcom did you learn that move from?” You tease.

Joel shakes his head. “I haven’t seen a damn romcom in 30 years, Sweetheart.”

There’s the nickname again, making you squeeze your thighs together reminding you how empty you are and how full Joel made you feel last night.

“Get on your back.” You say. It sounds almost like a challenge coming.

Joel crosses his eyes. “Whatcha got in that head of yours?”

You push on his shoulders. Joel follows suit rolling to his back. You straddle him, stretching your arms above your head. Joel’s eyes roam your body, his hands shooting out to your thighs. You wink at him before positioning yourself over his cock and sinking down. You take your time, adjusting to the stretch again and taking in every twitch of his face and catch of his breath. You could watch it on a fucking loop.

Once you’ve taken him in fully, you wait. It’s almost like a game. Are you going to give him what he wants? Or are you doing to make him take it? Before you can decide, his hips stutter up, making you gasp. He quirks an eyebrow and does it again, hitting the place that makes your toes curl. When he goes to do it again, you pull yourself off of him, immediately missing him. “I’m supposed to be riding you.”

A wicked smirk crosses his face. You feel his voice in his chest. “Then ride me, Sweetheart.”

You sink back onto him, but this time you don’t waste any time. He matches your pace, one hand on your thigh the other slipping into your folds. The moment you clench around his cock he knows he’s found your clit. You lean into it and before you know it, he’s pulling you down toward his lips continuing to flick your sensitive bundle of nerves. In the heat of it all, you end up on your back. The slide of him against your walls and his finger on your clit is overriding everything else. You can ride him another day. The pressure builds and your second orgasm is knocking at the door.

“I’m almost there.”

“I’ve got you, baby. Let go.”

The spasms start in your abdomen and ripple down. You clench around him but he keeps going, working you through your release while chasing his own. You ride the high, fingers tangling in his sweat soaked curls. He’s not far behind you, pulling out before he finishes.

It’s like you get frozen in the high. He’s hovering above you as pleasure wracks his body and yours hums beneath feeding off of him. Your eyes meet hanging onto whatever floats between you. His lips meet yours, not sparking with desire as you’ve come to know the past two nights, but simmering with something else. Something that comes out of nowhere and catches you off guard. He presses another kiss to your forehead before he rolls out of bed.

Your mind is reeling, trying to decipher that kiss and stay in the post-sex haze at the same time. Then, Joel’s back with the warm washcloth, cleaning you up.

He expects you to shut down again, but tonight is different. You smile. You laugh with him and the two of you stay in that moment, naked and in bed it’s the only thing that matters. There’s a growing desire to keep him here and wake up to him in the morning, but instincts push it away. Joel seems to catch the fight behind your eyes. You wonder how he’s so good at seeing right through you.

He kisses your head. “I should head out.”

You force the smile to stay because you are happy. “I’ll walk you out.”

Joel looks almost surprised and tries to hide his smile as he collects his clothes from around the room. You slide on your pajamas, the matching ones, and when Joel is fully dressed, you slide your fingers into his, walking him to the door. He kisses you before the front door opens, a kiss that promises more if you want it, and you do.

The smile on Joel’s face makes him look like the Joel you knew in Texas. The world is cruel and funny. You never thought that 20 years and a pandemic that wiped out most of humanity later, Joel Miller would still live across the street from you.

Joel opens the front door, but before he’s across the threshold you grab his collar, pressing a solid kiss to his lips for all of Jackson to see in case they missed you pulling him into your home an hour ago.

His crow’s eyes crinkle and his chuckle is a melody you never want to forget. “Same time tomorrow?”

You shake your head, making Joel’s brow wrinkle in confusion. “Last I checked, Maria invited you to family dinner tomorrow night. Best not be late.”

“That’s right.” Joel cocks his head to the side, almost as if he’s memorizing you. “But I’m taking you for a walk after.”

“A walk? Or to bed?” A single eyebrow quirks.

Joel smirks. “Guess we’ll find out.”

He pauses. For a second, you think he might come across your threshold and take you back upstairs. You wouldn’t protest, but instead, he waits a minute and then nods.

“Goodnight, Sweetheart,” He says.

“Goodnight, Joel.”

And then he leaves your porch, crossing back to his home, but not before you catch him looking back over his shoulder.

You beat Joel to Maria and Tommy’s the next evening. You knew you would, going over early to help Maria with dinner. You have been trying to get her to let you make dinner as her pregnancy progresses, but she refuses.

To your surprise, Maria doesn’t say a word about Joel, and she doesn’t try to continue your conversation from earlier in the week. Oddly, it puts you more on edge than if she just asked. She has to know. She keeps an ear out for Carter until you get home. You overheard two separate sets of whispers about you and Joel today.

Nothing says you can’t open the conversation. It’s your sex life. You should be the one to do it, but Maria always opens these conversations. She pushed you toward Gabe. She approached you about Joel.

You glance over your shoulder for the fifth time in two minutes. Maria sits at the table, feet propped up as she sips on her tea seemingly unbothered and uninterested. Carter giggles from the living room saying something incoherent to “Uncle Tommy” because that’s what they’ll always be- Uncle Tommy and Aunt Maria. Your best friends. You glance toward the clock. It’s ten til six. Dinner will be ready in 20 minutes. Joel should be here in ten.

“I know you’re dying to talk about it.”

Your head snaps toward Maria who wears the all-knowing grin.

“You haven’t asked.”

“Figured you would tell me when you’re ready.”

“When have I ever done that?” You throw an old dish towel over your shoulder as you set to work on the pile of dirty dishes.

“I thought we were growing in our old age.” Maria sips on her tea.

You narrow your eyes at her before returning your attention to the soapy water. “Is that what Wednesday was?”

“No, that was the kick in the ass you needed.” Maria smiles, hand traveling over her swollen stomach, love shimmering in her eyes. “And it worked.”

“Maria Miller!” The soapy plate clatters back into the sink.

She laughs and you can’t help the subtle tip of your lips as you shake your head. “I’m not the one dragging someone across my threshold for the whole town to see.”

You open your mouth, but words fail you. There’s no witty comeback or rational reasoning for your actions, and the mere mention of your recent shenanigans has your body thrumming with electricity. Joel may have promised you a walk, but you would prefer a ride.

“When are he and Ellie getting here?” Maria asks.

“Whatever time you told ‘em.” She rolls her eyes. “I told him to be on time though.”

Maria grins over her mug. “Did he meet expectations?”

Once again she has you fumbling for words. You’re not sure where it comes from. You and Maria are like sisters. You’ve never held back the dirty details from her and vice versa, but this thing with Joel has you like a giddy schoolgirl, but there’s also a piece of you that wants to keep it to yourself. If you keep it to yourself, maybe you can protect it. Maybe the universe won’t take it away.

You inhale deeply. “Yes, and that’s all I’m going to say.”

Maria’s eyes shoot up in surprise. “You’re choosing now to go all conservative on me?”

You laugh, a smirk falling across your features. “Maria, I promise there’s nothing conservative about what happened… I just want to keep this to myself for now.”

She accepts the boundary and a comfortable silence falls between you. The soft sounds of Tommy and Carter filter through coupled with dishes clinking against each other. You savor these moments when things feel almost normal. They’re the moments you feel closest to Gabe surrounded by your son and closest friends.

The front door swings wide, welcoming Joel and Ellie into the family unit. You hear them before you see them, Tommy welcoming them in. You and Maria move into the front room. Your typically quiet and reserved son rushes toward Ellie, quickly grabbing her hand, pulling her toward the coffee table where his favorite book about space sits. The book he insisted on bringing in a cacophony of unidentifiable sounds and the few words he knew when he found out Ellie would be there. Mostly “space” and the closest he’s gotten to saying Ellie’s name yet. He’s been working on it. Asking to see her again

Ellie allows him to drag her over. He points to the book sitting on the coffee table and Ellie’s eyes go wide. “No way! That’s so cool, bud!”

Ellie grabs the book crashing on the couch. Carter eagerly climbs up, nestling in beside her. As they go through the pages, he rambles on incoherently about everything he knows. It makes you smile to see him come out of his shell. Tommy and Maria both take in the scene with the same awe as you. While the picture of Ellie and Carter warms Joel’s heart, he can’t keep his eyes off of you, smiling and relaxed in a way he hasn’t experienced yet.

It hits him that this is it. This is your family just as much, if not more than it is his. The people in this room are the few you’ve allowed within the gates of your heart and he just hopes there’s room for him within it.

The timer goes off in the kitchen pulling you away from the scene. Tommy says something to Joel but his eyes follow you. You pull dinner out of the oven and Joel excuses himself from his brother heading toward the kitchen without a second thought. Maria and Tommy share a knowing look.

Warm hands slip around your waist, seeping through your bones and you can’t help but lean back in the stolen moment. His breath is warm against your ear and there’s almost a sway in your movements. It comes so naturally that you don’t even think about it. “You look beautiful.” It’s sacred, intimate, domestic, and then Joel kisses your cheek and steps away.

You’re warm and hazy. You miss him immediately and once again you ignore the implications of that instinct. You look back at him and he’s smiling, grabbing the plates off the counter to set the table. You take a moment to admire his backside, knowing full well what’s concealed under those worn jeans. “You too.”

Joel chuckles. “Gotta look pretty for my admirer.”

Tommy clears his throat as he walks in, shit eating grin on his face. You flip him off before he can say a word.

He chuckles, hands up in mock surrender. “I didn’t say anything.”

“But you were going to.”

“Would it be dinner without me teasing you about something?”

“The world fucking ended and you’re still a gnat in my ear, Miller.”

“Gotta keep you smiling. I have promises to keep.” Tommy takes the ready dishes to the table. “But I think Joel is doing a fine job of keeping that smile on your face these days.” He waggles his eyebrows.

You smack him with the dish towel and he howls. Joel chuckles, shaking his head. “You deserved that.”

Tommy narrows his eyes toward Joel. “I’m not done giving you shit for this. Glad our chat helped, brother.”

“Chat?” You look between them.

“Ellie! Carter! Time for dinner!” Tommy calls.

You look over at Joel and he mouths, later. It’ll have to suffice for now, but clues you into the fact that you and Joel were definitely the talk of the town long before he crossed your threshold.

Ellie enters the kitchen pulled behind Carter. His babbling runs on a continuous loop as he clues Ellie in to his entire life story. Your jaw almost hits the ground at his outgoingness with her. He crawls onto the long bench patting next to him in signal for Ellie to sit beside him.

“You don’t have to bend to his every command. Let me know if it gets to be too much.” You smile toward Ellie, selfishly hoping that it never becomes too much for her.

“Nah, it’s cool. We’re friends. Right, Bud?”

Carter nods rapidly as Ellie offers up a fist bump which he obliges, making an explosion sound.

Smiling, you set a premade plate in front of him. He says something that vaguely resembles “Thank you, Mommy” and digs in. As you slide into your established seat, you encourage Carter to rest on his knees instead of standing on the chair, but with little success.

“It’s too bad phone books don’t exist anymore,” Joel chuckles, sitting down next to you.

“He probably wouldn’t use it.”

“Kid’s got the full sum of yours and Gabe’s stubbornness,” Tommy chuckles, passing the bowl of green beans to Maria. “And then some.”

Carter looks over at his Uncle Tommy like he fully comprehends the statement, and then gets distracted by the food in front of him.

Joel passes you the dinner rolls, fingertips brushing over yours in the process. You catch his eye. He winks at you. It’s all so- perfect- peaceful even. A slice of everything you ever imagined life would be before the world ended. The table feels so much bigger with two extra bodies, but it’s nice. Sometimes dinner feels cold and haunted by ghosts. Tonight it doesn’t. Tonight feels warm and full. For once, you dare to lean into it. Let hope seep in that maybe it won’t be taken from you this time.

And it works. Until you’re halfway through your meal and hits you with Joel’s warm palm on your thigh. He’s in Gabe’s spot, talking to Tommy how brother’s do, like Gabe and Tommy did. You’re eating dinner with your couple friends who likely conspired to talk the two of you into whatever it is you’re pretending you are just as you and Gabe had done to Maria and Tommy.

Who is next?

The thought shoots a chill down your spine. Your fork clatters onto the plate in front of you. Several concerned pairs of eyes land on you. You’re sure your face has gone pale as you struggle to keep the tight ache in your chest at bay..

Maria says your name, but you shove back from the table.

“I need some air.” You don’t wait for a response, making a B line to the front porch. You focus on your breathing, long slow breathes in and out. Your knuckles are white from gripping the railing. Even as your heart rate drops. You can’t quiet your mind. It’s never quiet.

You can’t do this. You can’t risk it. Your body can’t live in peace. So used to living in survival mode, it won’t allow you to come out of it. You’ve spent most of your life in this world. You’ve lost everyone from before. Everyone except the two men inside. You never really struggled to connect to Tommy. Things were just like before, light and playful. You know it goes deeper than that now, but Joel. He represents everything you have sworn off. Tommy and Maria are grandfathered into that oath, but Joel isn’t.

There is a warm hand on your shoulder. You spin around with blotchy cheeks, breathing barely evened out. Maria. You’re relieved, but your heart still calls out for Joel.

“It made me think of Gabe tonight.” She speaks. “Seeing him next to you. Seeing you smile like that.”

“I can’t do it.” You head shakes. “That’s all I’ve said this whole time. I told you that.”

Maria lets out a deep breath, her dark eyes search yours. “I told myself I could never mother another child.”

The quiver in your chest eases a little bit. She’s never told you this before.

“Losing Kevin was the hardest thing I’ve ever been through. It was like losing a physical part of me.” You nod along. You’ve both known tremendous loss in this lifetime, but if you lost Carter, you wouldn’t be able to go on. It would kill you. “And bringing a child into this world, even here, it feels selfish, wrong.”

Again, you understand it. You and Gabe had talked about having a family so many times. The pull was there for both of you, but this world seemed unfit. Nature or providence or something else had made the decision for you, but that hardly eased your conscience over it.

“Yet here I am, and…” A smile slowly overtakes her face. “And I’m excited and I’m happy.” She takes your hands in hers. “And I’m living. You’re living doesn’t have to look like mine, but I think your heart wants him.”

The tears start again. “It’s like there’s this war inside me, Maria. I’m afraid it’s going to rip me in two, and I’m just so tired all the time- but these past few weeks, I’ve felt..” You search for the right words. The weariness is still there, but it’s different. It’s bearable. “Fresh.”

She nods in understanding. “I know it’s a scary thought, but it’s time to rest.”

“I don’t know if I can anymore. Not really.”

“Let us help you.”

“Maria… I,” You choke on the words. “I feel safe with him. I feel myself opening up and then it just shuts back down. I can’t control it.

With the same understanding that Maria always has, the same calming presence, she says, “I’m sorry if I pushed you into this too fast.”

You cough on a laugh. A smile threatens your lips through the tears. “I’m a grown-ass woman. You don’t push me into anything.”

Maria raises an eyebrow. “Mhmm, keep telling yourself that.”

You roll your eyes, wiping the tears from your cheeks and drying your hands on your jeans. You take a single deep breath, letting the fresh air clear your mind. “How do I look?”

She smiles. “Like you just had a minor panic attack.”

You smack her shoulder, but you’re sure it’s true. It’s what happened. She laughs and then you’re following her slow waddle back inside.

Joel’s eyes are the first you meet, laced with care and concern. When you retake your place next to him, you press a soft kiss to his cheek, catching him off guard. Ellie’s smile grows wide. Tommy’s smirks, no doubt wracking his brain for something quippy. Maria acts like nothing happened, and Carter is blissfully unaware.

You and Joel walk all three laps after dinner. The urge to pull him inside is less pressing tonight, though it still lingers. He doesn’t hold your hand like he did last night. He’s pulled back from last night’s affection, giving you space. Space you despise, but admittedly need. On the third lap, you take his hand.

“I’m sorry if I pushed things too much,” Joel says. “We never said it was anything more than sex.”

“And walking.” You crack a smile making him chuckle beside you. “But I like it. I enjoy spending time with you.”

Joel smiles. “Me too.”

“I’ve been determined for years not to let anyone else in.”

“I know.” Joel squeezes your hand. It’s a small gesture but reassuring nonetheless.

“I can’t make you any promises, Joel. I can’t make any commitments to anything.”

Joel pulls you to a stop, tugging you in front of him. “I’m not asking you too.”

“I mean it. I don’t think I can even let you stay the night.”

“I’m perfectly capable of walking my ass across the street. I’ve got a perfectly fine bed there.”

You inhale shakily. Joel’s hands move to your shoulders and then your cheeks. “I’ll take whatever you can give. If it’s just these walks, I’m good. If it’s more, great. If you need an evenin to yourself, just let me know, Sweetheart. I’m no good at this stuff either.”

Your heart swells more than you want to admit. “Okay.”

“Good,” Joel kisses your forehead. His eyes flicker to your front door and back down to you. “What do you want tonight?”

Your eyes glimmer with mischief. “You wanna come to my place, Joel Miller?”

A grin overtakes his face and a chuckle settles deep in his chest. “I’d like that.”

#woman (joel miller)#woman (joel's version)#pedro pascal #joel miller #the last of us #tlou #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller fanfiction

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thisisxli · 5 months ago

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𝐖𝐚𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫. - 𝐊𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢 𝐁.

Rs: Pro! Katsuki Bakugou x Pro! GN Reader(afab)

Warnings: manga spoilers, ANGST, grief, slight panick attacks, MAJOR character death mention(not canon but is canon..), heart break

Tags: bittersweet, different circumstances, reader is kind of a crybaby but for good reasons, time/dimensional travel, reader is hopelessly in love with him + will hopelessly be stuck on him for the rest of their life, Katsuki is equally or more in love, reminiscing, everyone is in their early 30s

Summary: Being hit by a quirk is one thing. But to be sent to another universe is absolutely bewildering. It starts to become heart-wrenching when someone you once knew as dead is now alive in this alternate universe.

wc: 1.1k

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a/n: if you enjoy this work, check out the others in my Masterlist. :)

Being hit with a quirk usually didn't phase you, it was rather common for you.

But to be sent to a whole other timeline- or rather... universe? You knew it was the same timeline but different universe. Why? Because Katsuki Bakugou was standing right in front of you- with another you holding his hand, both staring at you in surprise. In fact, it wasn't just them. But other old classmates from the high school you used to attend. Shocked faces as the other you ushers them out the room. You couldn't move your gaze away from Katsuki at all. Because the Katsuki you knew was dead. To see him standing, more mature, a grown man ridden with scars has you bawling rather quite embarrassingly.

"Hey! Who the hell- wait no.. What-" Katsuki's head turns to you and the other you aggressively, confusion and agitation growing into his face. Before he could blow at your crying figure, the other you steps up in front of you, hands held up in defense. "Katsuki! Don't.. resort to that. Let's be calm and rational.. Let's.." The other you turns to you, a worried expression displayed on their features. "Let's just talk."

And so, that's what you did. You explain how you were in the middle of battling a villain just before you got hit by their quirk. Kirishima and the other pros must be worried about you right now.

"And... Bakugou," your breath hitches, eyes flickering to him for a second, "in my universe.. You died. You died in the war from All For One... or rather, Shigiraki." Katsuki stiffens at the mention of that familiar yet foreign name. So did other you. The... other Kirishima rubs your back soothingly. "Edge-shot wasn't able to repair your heart.. it.. it- after you died, I couldn't- I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," you mutter, bowing deeply at his feet as you squeeze your eyes shut tight, tears escaping through and past your eyelids. Your breathing rapidly increases which Katsuki quickly picks up before Kirishima does, grabbing you under the arms gently, lifting you up to sit back to your position. The other you seemed almost heart-broke at the thought of dead-Katsuki, sharing their sympathy.

Katsuki was silent the whole time, a calm expression on his face. You barely saw that back in high school. You wonder how he is at this time of age.

"Kiri, let's go," the other you urges, waving a hand at Kirishima. They give you a soft smile before walking off and out the room with the red spiky haired man. You and Katsuki sit there in silence, a few silent tears escaping your face at the view of your.. dead crush/classmate? You didn't even know anymore. "Stop your crying," Katsuki scoffs, closing his eyes. You blink at him. Seriously? Maybe he was still the same- "I hate seeing you cry," he looks into your eyes, raising his hand to your face to wipe a tear with his thumb, "it makes me upset." Wait- woah. Were.. you two together?

You blush heavily, wrinkling your pants when you tighten your hold on it. He notices of course, waving your hand away. "I don't know if you're just realizing we're together," wow. He reads you like a book. "But if you are just now realizing it, you need to get that brain of yours checked."

Same old, same old. You snort before laughing, earning a soft scowl from him. "Tell me.." Your laughter dies out, tilting your head to listen, "how is it like.. without me there?" You blink at him, smile dropping quickly. "Well.. It's... empty, at least for me, always has. A lot of us are doing fine there, it's like.. you never existed," his face turns sour from that, "but you are brought up time to time.. and we celebrate the day you died- not that we're celebrating that you died! But.. you were honestly," you look up at him with adoring eyes, "one of the greatest heroes of all time. So we felt the need to celebrate the day of your self-sacrifice."

Katsuki looks at you, unable to comprehend on how to respond to that. Luckily, when nothing comes to mind, you ask him a question, "how did.. we..? How did you.." He chuckles, running his scarred hand over his hair. "I confessed first, if that's what you're asking. We started dated in our second year and have been ever since," his eyes avert down to the golden ring on his finger and your eyes also follow, "and we.. got married. about six years ago."

You look up at his face, his face contorting into a softening loving look. You never seen this side of him before at all. Your feelings that you never lost for the boy, now man, seems to grow a little more.

You both flinch when a weird swooshing sound comes from behind you, a portal comes into your view when you turn. Out pops is a way much more familiar red spiky haired man. "(Y/N)! You-" suddenly his voice breaks and stops working, staring at the grown blonde man in front of you. "Bakugou," Kirishima breathes, tears seeping from his tear ducts, threatening to fall. Now it was time for you to cry. You shake your head violently, jumping into Bakugou's arms, catching him by surprise. "N-no! I don't- wait please! I don't want to go yet! Not yet, not yet! Please- Katsuki! I have so much to say- so much to ask! Please-" Katsuki kisses you in an open mouth kiss, hands gently caressing your face and hair.

Heat rises to your cheeks as tears fall, his warm lips detaching from yours. "That always works," he chuckles softly, looking up at Kirishima with a fond smile before looking down at you with his piercing eyes that held so much love, the same you held for him. "(Y/N), I am so, so sorry that I'm not there. I really am, for everybody. If you had more time, of course I'd answer anything you'd ask. But let me tell you this," he gently pecks your forehead gently, as if on cue, the other you walks in with a small Bakugou clinging onto their leg. Your lip bobbles at the sight. "I love you. I always did, have, and will," Bakugou wraps his arms around you, smiling at the now-crying Kirishima from your universe. Even with Katsuki's voice being so soft, his voice still remained so gruff. His voice was like hearing music for the first time in years. Something you hadn't heard in years.

Before you step through the portal, you look back at the happy family, all three smiling at you. You smile back, feeling a little bitter that you couldn't have this ending. But nonetheless, you were happy that another part of you still got this ending. You felt closure. Now that you know that he still survived from the war, you were a little happy.

Only that it was just from another universe. Not yours.

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eywamygoddesswrites · 2 years ago

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— 𝓫𝓸𝔂 𝔀𝓸𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓿𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓼 — (neteyam x fem!reader)

requested: yes

synopsis: golden boy neteyam has a lot of suitors but best friend y/n didn't like any of them and would tease the hell of out neteyam just to see him embarrassed

pairing: neteyam x fem!omatikaya!reader

tags: sarcasm, fluff, implied jealousy, long time pinning

warnings: lowercase intended, swearing

word count: 1.9k

a/n: characters are aged up! this is the very first request by @tejas-kris ! thank you very much for the idea! hope this is to your liking ^u^

+ gif not mine. ctto.

neteyam, as everyone knows, is the next olo’eyktan and the golden child of the sully’s. he’s kind, thoughtful, humble, and everything a leader is. handcrafted by eywa to perfection. all na’vi his age longed to be picked by him when he was to choose a mate.

y/n, the rebellious best friend of neteyam, is also a part of the growing admirers of neteyam but he doesn’t need to know that. she has been a part of his life ever since they could breathe. you’d think that because of being his age and being in his life that they’re best of friends, but you’re wrong!

growing up, y/n would hang with the sully's and have her height measured beside them. at one point, both she and neteyam had the same height until y/n continued to grow taller than the oldest sully kid.

he became the end of her height jokes until he just didn’t care anymore. yeah, it was their thing with the jokes but if someone else says them, y/n would definitely pull those na’vi’s tails and perhaps destroy their dignity if she feels generous.

with age comes maturing of many things, mainly the features of one's face. neteyam grew up into a very handsome na’vi. imagine being the son of toruk makto, son of the daughter of the previous olo’eyktan, first born son, and the next olo’eyktan in the making?? not only that, someone who is strong, smart, sharp, humble, did i mention handsome, and kind?

oh eywa, to be standing beside neteyam and being called his… that’s the dream, right? wrong. not when he’s constantly beside y/n. that bothersome yet loyal companion of his.

neteyam had many suitors come his way. there was inaw, a beautiful na’vi who weaves beautiful baskets and many others. when she was trying to give neteyam a bracelet after she confessed, y/n was there to torment the poor na’vi and by poor na’vi, it’s neteyam. why does he get the end of the torment?

“ooh~ lookie here! neteyam finally got another suitor! and look at this beautiful bracelet,” y/n held neteyam’s wrist up as she examined the gift that inaw had just given neteyam didn’t ask for the bracelet to be put on. inaw just put it on him–

“you weave the most beautiful materials, inaw.” y/n grins, showing her fangs to the na;vi that was slowly backing away out of awkwardness and embarrassment. “and i must admit, it suits his features. made his hands pop out its color and veins.” her voice just laced with sarcasm and her eyes rolled adding to the mockery.

neteyam soon removes the bracelet and gave it back to inaw, face flushed with embarrassment. “i really, really appreciate the gesture. but i’m not looking for a mate now.” neteyam says in a hurry before running off.

y/n turns to the poor na’vi while chuckling. “oh eywa, when will you skxawngs learn?” she once again rolled her eyes before following neteyam, embarrassing him more.

another was a na’vi named nitsek who had a very beautiful singing voice. she would always pull neteyam to sit in the front whenever she and a few other na’vi’s sang during their events.

what nitsek didn’t like was when y/n followed beside neteyam. she hated neteyam’s best friend because it hinders her from pursuing the next olo’eyktan. nitsek would bat her eyelashes and ask neteyam to tell y/n to move to another place so she can do her best in performing.

y/n always hears this and snorts in amusement. what a bold move, she admits, but a very wrong move at it.

“nEteYAm oH My eYwA yOu mUsT tAkE tHis hidEoUs fRienD oF yOurs AwAy fRom thE fRont,” y/n says while mocking nitsek’s voice. “yeah neteyam, you should shoo me away because i might distract your little girly over there,” she says while pointing and wiggling her index finger towards the na’vi girl.

“of course, our cutie over here would protect his ‘future mate’, right? i mean, i know you to be such a protective na’vi but hey, i’m not THAT dangerous now, am i?” y/n raises her brow at neteyam before turning to nitsek, who looked like she was ready to just pounce at the na’vi mocking her.

neteyam’s face was as purple as a yovo fruit. he walks away, not bothering to say goodbye to nitsek. the na’vi tried to call neteyam back but he didn’t return.

y/n blows a bitter kiss towards nitsek and waves goodbye. nitsek was left punching the air and hissing at the leaving na’vi’s way.

out of all the na’vi’s that tried to pursue neteyam, her favorite was roka, an acquaintance of kiri as roka was training to be a tsahik when the day comes. to be fair, she was very good at what she was practicing. one of mo’at’s best students but not one of her favorites.

roka would always ask kiri to be the one to help tend neteyam’s cuts after every raid, not that he needed that much help since he doesn’t get that hurt often. kiri, being the nice friend she is, she would let roka patch neteyam up.

despite meeting up a lot, neteyam and roka were awkward with each other. roka didn’t know how to start conversations with her admiration while neteyam just wants to be finished and leave the tent as soon as he can.

y/n came in with the last group of the raid and asked the other sully kids where was their oldest brother. “he’s in roka’s tent! she’s just patching his cuts up.” tuk says happily while she encircles y/n checking if the older na’vi had any cuts. seeing that there were cuts, she leads y/n to kiri’s tent so she can get patched up.

“sissy! y/n needs to get some bandages.” tuk got some of the medicines that her sister usually uses and some patches to cover the cuts afterward.

upon learning where neteyam was, a sly thought passed her mind. while kiri was patching her up, she motioned tuk to come closer.

“hi’i tuk, can i ask you a favor?” y/n says with a smile, one that kiri was familiar with while tuk was not so. “what is it tsmuke?” tuk asks, her voice just so sweet. no one will know that she has any malicious intentions.

“could you tell your big brother that your tsmuke is hurt badly and needs his support?” y/n pouts a bit to seal the deal. tuk nods immediately before running out the tent. kiri looks up from patching her friend up, an eyebrow raised and a smirk breaking out her mouth.

“you’re such an ass, y/n!” she says while nudging her friend. “whaaaat??? am i wrong?! your friend here is badly hurt and you laugh at her?” y/n raised her hand and dramatically sighs. “what if this was my last day? i would not see my dear neteyam’s face. his oh-so-handsome face that all omatikaya fawns over.” she clasped her hands together and swings her legs.

“eywa, i could never take you seriously with all the shit you say.” kiri snorts before finishing patching y/n up. “but i’m ‘serious’ here. i’m juuuust like everyone else.” y/n air quotes the word ‘serious’ before leaning back against her arms.

“you know, that’s not how you get my older brother’s attention. he already has it on you and you don’t have to try.” kiri says as she placed all the medicine and patches she used back in their places. “he looks at you as if you put the stars up in the sky.”

y/n choked on her saliva before laughing. “noooo no he doesn’t. that perfect ass skxawng does not, and i quote, ‘looks at me as if i put the stars up in the sky’. i get that i can be an asshole to other na’vi’s sometimes,” kiri glares playfully, “sometimes??” “that’s not the point, kiri!” y/n throws her arms up in frustration.

“the point is he doesn’t like me that way, point blank period. i mean, yeah we fight sometimes but i think that’s because we get competitive, and maybe our feelings get the better of us, but he’s such great na’vi. even when i get mad after he won our sparring, he would apologize even when he doesn’t have to.” y/n rests her chin on her palm while looking at kiri.

“when that brother of yours finds the right mate to spend his life with, i wouldn’t find anyone like him who would put up with me. i mean, with this personality, who would? even if i say ‘i love him’, would he say he loves me back?” she mumbles the last sentence while playing with her anklet. one that she made with neteyam and matched with.

when kiri didn’t reply, y/n looked up to see what was happening. kiri had stopped her actions and was looking behind y/n.

y/n turns around to see neteyam with tuk not far behind. realization hit her hard like bricks. he positively, absolutely heard everything she had said. fuck.

“i’ll leave you two to chat, alright?” kiri says while pushing tuk away from the tent, her little voice growing further as she asked her sister why.

neteyam moved close to y/n, a small space between them enough space to leave for eywa. y/n’s ears flatten as her tail swayed furiously. she stood up to leave but neteyam pulled her back, both standing in the middle of the tent.

“you heard nothing from me, okay?! absolutely nothing.” y/n glares right at neteyam’s eyes only to look away almost immediately.

neteyam, who’s face was just purple after hearing that his heart’s love had just confessed her feelings so straightforwardly, how was he supposed to react? his tail sways in a small but fast motion, ears twitching in happiness as he smiled.

“so you do feel the same way i do.” neteyam says as a matter of fact. y/n rolled her eyes before punching his shoulder softly. “no i don’t.” his grin widen before pulling her into a hug. this caught y/n off-guard before she tried to get him off of her. she ultimately gave up and hugged him back. he can hear her heart beat fast as he rest his head against her chest.

“i see you.” neteyem softly says while playing with a braid of y/n’s. y/n’s eyes widen as her heart raced. oh eywa, it’s happening… it’s hAPPENING–

“it’s alright if you don’t say it now. i will wait for you for as long as it takes.” neteyam adds before letting go of her, only to be pulled back into the hug, this time, her chin resting on top of his head.

“i see you, neteyam. for such a long time, it’s just you in my head,” she says, her voice was small, quiet almost but he heard her well.

he was glad. neteyam had loved this tall na’vi since forever and to be in her arms at this moment just feels so… right. y/n thought the same. she can finally keep him in her grasp, never to be let go. and besides, she needs an armrest and neteyam is there to provide it for her.

“am i also in your heart?”

“oh shut up, skxawng!!”

na'vi dictionary (seen in order):

hi'i - small

tsmuke - sister

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befuddledcinnamonroll · 5 months ago

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The rare episode 13! Let's see how we go.

Ok, yes, this is cute, but all I can think of is how at my age, if I slept like this, my back would be so fucked.

I do love how much they love being together. This is what matters, not if/when they choose to put a label on things.

This man is never going to be sending mixed messages, and I love him for it.

It's so funny to me how I did not connect with Winny & Satang in MSP, but now I am so in love with them both.

Not that they were at all bad in MSP, I just really feel these characters so much more. And I do think the time they've spent together since then shows in the chemistry.

Ok, this is such a little detail, but part of why I love this show.

Because Toey knew Q & Peem through mentoring & the art program, and he knew Phum & Fang from childhood, but he met Pun via all the rest, and yet they are clearly friends who are comfortable teasing one another. Just like Beer showing up here to practice with Chain & Q - he's friends with them regardless of Phum. Friendship, and found family, and the fact that you can just keep growing these relationships into this beautiful tree of connection when you find your people... it's so lovely.

This honestly makes me curious about New's friendships, because I feel like he must have some absolutely wonderful people in his life, and that makes me happy.

Y'know Chain, you wouldn't need to be so obsessed with other people's relationships if you just smooshed the man right in front of you.

All the friend teasing is so adorable. Also Phuwin is the king of perfect facial expressions.

CHAIN!!! Stop being cute and just hit on him directly already!!

Poor baby Pun is so confused, he does not have the braincells to understand this level of flirting.

Omg, can we talk about how beautifully Tan & Fang match while keeping their own aesthetics?!

Goddamn I love this show!!

The love rival is a fully formed human who is not just there for drama (and Title is nailing the balance of slightly bothersome but also rather sweet), he respects Peem's autonomy and asks for consent, and we're reinforcing that self love should come above adoration for another! Yes, yes, yes, yes.

Hmmm, normally I don't like "misunderstandings" as a contrivance to keep couples apart, but I feel like it fits here. There's still a disconnect in the emotional intimacy between these two, and they can't be boyfriends until they figure out how to navigate it. Peem wants to be someone Phum can rely on unconditionally, and be completely vulnerable with, but Phum still struggles with seeing people's love for him as conditional, and thinks that doing the wrong thing can "ruin" a relationship.

Always, always there. The true love story of this show.

You two are killing me.

Please don't make us wait until the last episode. I can't take it!

Oh dear, Phum is so emotionally fragile... not sure playing games with him is a good idea, Q.

How is Toey is the emotionally mature one here?

Holy shit, y'all, this scene. This show just told the misunderstanding trope to go fuck itself!

The openness, the vulnerability, the honesty, the communication. The showing of what genuine love and caring looks like. I'm crying.

Toey, you are such a goof, but I love you anyway.

Lol, realizing Peem isn't just a dom but also a little bit of a sadist explains a lot.

Cuuuuute.

Ooh, I like this framing.

Ha, I really thought they were going to cliffhanger Peem's response. This show has been such a tease so many times.

#we are the series #we are

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twistedwonderlandshenanigans · 11 months ago

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December Drabbles

Prompt 11: Tradition

Characters: .....SEBEPPY I'm sorry I'm not reorganizing my prompt list to space out the Sebek and Epel stuff

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".....You...what?"

Sebek's expression only made Epel's grin grow wider.

"Every year, everyone in the town gathers at town hall t'find the rotten apple ornament on the tree that the mayor hides. First person t'find it gets t'be Uncle Marley's tastetester for the community feast AND gets first choice of the gifts under the tree."

Sebek looked baffled, bringing a hand up to his head in bewilderment. "But it's an apple on a pine tree.....does that not stand out??"

Epel just grinned and grabbed his hand in both of his, pulling him closer to the mass of people waiting outside of town hall.

"Guess you're gonna have to see!"

There was a palpable excitement in the air. Even with many of the residents being more mature in age, there was child like enthusiasm that Sebek found himself trying to adjust to.

The mayor stood in front of the crowd, holding the small rotten apple ornament. Sebek ducked down to speak to Epel.

"I thought the mayor was meant to hide the apple ornament, why is he holding it?"

Epel paused and pouted a bit as he tried to step by another person "I can' even see the may'r yet, I dunno what he's doin'", before continuing his pursuit to make it to the front of the crowd. Sebek followed close behind, trying to be wary of the people around him. He barely noticed that he and Epel had stumbled to the front, though once he did he ducked down, not wanting to inhibit anyone from seeing what was going on. No sooner had he squatted to balance on the balls of his feet before the mayor spoke up jollily.

"Evenin' y'all! I know yer all chompin' at the bit to get things rollin' but as y'all know little Epel Felmier's got his friend over for the holidays-"

Epel's face flared red at his name being called out, and to the fact Sebek was being singled out along with him, but he had no time to protest or stop the mayor as chuckles rang out around him and a few people from the community cheered.

The mayor continued, speaking over the crowd. " 'nd I couldn't think of a better way to welcome Sebek 'nd teach'im how we do things here in Harveston than to have 'm be the one to kick off our annual tradition."

Sebek's eyes widened a bit, meeting the mayors excited look, and pointed to himself.

"....You want...me to hide the apple on the tree? I would be honoured to partake in your traditions, be as strange as they may be to me."

Epel elbowed him a bit, still embarrassed from earlier, but the mayor beamed in response.

"Come on in then young'n, I'll show ya where it was last year so y'don't put it in the same place."

Sebek straightened up a bit and glanced at Epel over his shoulder as he followed the mayor into town hall, shooting him a wide grin.

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Once inside and the rules explained, the mayor watched Sebek hold the ornament at a few different heights against his chest. He nodded to himself once he got it to a particular point, then walked around the tree to find another ornament to hide the apple behind. At first, the mayor was confused as to why Sebek was so adamant about the height he held it at.

That was until he saw Epel's huge grin at having found the apple, and he realized that Sebek had put it right at eye level for his smaller friend.

The mayor chuckled to himself as he watched the two boys talk animatedly to each other, Sebek feigning ignorance as to how quickly Epel was able to find the ornament.

His wife came up to him, linking her arm in his and watching them for a moment with him, chuckling softly.

"I remember when we were young and in love. God bless their hearts."

The mayor looked down at her, then back at the boys, a blank expression on his face.

"They're gay?"

"Oh heavens to betsy, Charles 'course they are!"

#v talks #twisted wonderland #twst #twst scenarios #sebeppy #twst sebek #twst epel #sebek zigvolt #epel felmeir #december drabbles #twst fluff

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marshmallowprotection · 2 years ago

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hello!! I saw requests are open & got inspired by one of the last asks you answered, so RFA with an MC that has a kid when they get lured to the apartment. let's say the kid's about 3-4

-embroidery anon (don't know if you remember me or not. it has been a While. I fell out of the fandom for a bit, but I'm happy to be back & see that you're still here <3)

Yoosung won't know what to do with himself. He, himself, is hardly an adult compared to the rest of the RFA. He definitely doesn't want people to see him as a child because he is finally coming into his own as an adult, but he still has a long way to go no matter how much he tries to grow up! But, the same could be said for everybody, because we're always changing and growing even as we get older. You will get wiser with time but there is always plenty more to learn.

But, in the context of this situation, it would be a lot on his shoulders the second he realized he had feelings for you. There's going to be a point of contingency in his head all about what it means to be mature and what it means to be immature. You're definitely ahead of him in terms of maturity and there's no doubt about that in his mind.

You have a kid and you're doing your best to take care of that kid. It makes him feel like any of the problems he complains about are silly in comparison since you have so much more to deal with than he does.

It wouldn't change the fact that he cares about you and wants to do everything he can to make sure that you and your kid are taken care of. It doesn't take much for him to start putting in the work he knows he needs to put in. After working out his grief and all the feelings that came with it, he would put a lot of time and focus into trying to be the best man he can be for you.

It's not that he thinks he needs to be some sort of Macho Man that takes care of you so that you never have to work again, it's more so that he wants to be reliable enough that you can turn to him in a partnership the way you're supposed to. You mean the world to him, and so does your kid.

Speaking of your kid, he finds it easy to talk to them! They take to Yoosung like lightning! Yoosung is still young in the sense of "Oh! I get what you like! My friends have siblings around that age! I know these things and I can adapt faster than older adults might! I get it!"

But, be warned, Yoosung is young, and stepping into the role of a step-parent is no joke. It's not that he's not prepared, it's more so that he just doesn't have the situational experience to get on top of this situation and know what's coming next. There are a lot of heavy talks you would need to have with him but it's doable and feasible with a lot of proper care.

Jaehee is... complicated. It's not that she doesn't like children or anything, it's more that she's been babysitting a cat for so long that it's hard for her to imagine doing any child-rearing. Imagine you've spent months of your life trying to make sure that a cat doesn't do a triple flip off of the ceiling fan and now imagine having a child in front of you that could do worse than that in a dangerous situation.

Not only is that terrifying, but it's also a lot to deal with when you're not used to being around kids all the time. She hasn't been around anybody that young since she was in school so her know-how and knowledge of being around kids is pretty slim to none.

It's not that she couldn't adapt easily with the right amount of focus, it's just that some people take to this more naturally than others and it would be difficult for her to jump into that role smoothly.

She is a planner and a doer. She can make sure that everything runs smoothly without a shadow of a doubt every step of the way. It would be easier for her to step into the role than most of the other characters if we're being honest.

It is a hard responsibility to take on but I feel like with the way the romance plays out in her route over time, it would be only natural for her to settle into a relationship with you in the coming months and build a healthy dynamic with your child before everything changes.

You don't wind up with her romantically at first, because it is something that will take time for the two of you to ease into, and that adds an extra element that would allow you to get closer to her and for your child to get closer to her in a way that would be better suited to everyone’s emotional growth and comfort. By the time you've already settled into your cafe, your child takes to Jaehee like bread and butter. She might be stern and straightforward, but that doesn’t mean she will miss a chance to slide the kid a snack while they do homework.

Zen is complicated.

Well, not in the way you think. It's not that the conversation of you having a child would make things complicated for him. It's more so the fact that he's well aware that a relationship with you will not only put you at risk, but it could put your child at risk as well.

Being in the limelight isn't always a healthy environment for anybody, much less a child. He would take to the two of you almost right away because if there's one thing he's been missing, it's a happy family. I have no doubt that being a father figure in somebody's life would be the easiest role for him to step into.

His main concern is everybody's safety. He knows that he can do everything in his power to protect you and your child, but there are things that he can’t account for. He doesn't care what people think about his reputation or what it means for somebody to look at him and say that he chose the wrong romantic partner. It doesn't matter what everybody else thinks.

The only thing that matters is that he loves you and people better get used to that or they better not call themselves his fan.

He spent most of his adolescence on the street, so there isn't anything that surprises him about the rest of the world. He doesn't judge other people for their circumstances or what they've gone through just as much as he expects people to treat him the same. He would know right away that he cares about you from the beginning and nothing would be able to change his mind.

Although he comes with the tumultuous baggage of having a dream of stardom, it's not entirely the worst option to fall in love with him. Your kid is always going to be spoiled by him. Please, stop him before he gets into a pissing contest with Jumin over which is better, your kid or Elizabeth.

Jumin is a mixed bag. He is the safest option you can pick in terms of protection. Not only would you never need to be afraid of anything ever again, but you would also have the added benefit of knowing that he is the kind of man that would never let anybody fall into disrepair. Once you've come into his life and he knows that he can trust you, he's never going to cut you down. He is very rational and reasonable at the end of the day when he is in his best headspace.

The only downside is when he is fearful and paranoid. But in this situation, I feel as though he will have to confront himself and his feelings much faster than he would because there is a child involved in the situation.

Yes, his paranoia would extend in a way that would be hard to explain knowing that you and your child could be at risk if he so much as lets you leave that penthouse. But, his emotional state will be in such a place where he will have to confront his demons otherwise—

He’ll see his wild eyes in the mirror and your child, and stop. The presence of a child not only forces him to think twice about his actions and the way that he feels, but it also forces him to think about his own childhood. It was suppressed. It was suffocating. He can say up and down all day that he is too privileged to have experienced any trauma, but that is not the case.

The way that he acts out of fear to protect his loved ones would have to be confronted right away when he sees how your child would dare to talk back to him if they caught him making you frown. He would think back to his childhood when he spent all that time trying to help his best friend realize that his family situation could be different if he said something. Well, Jumin, it’s time for self-reflection. This is where he gets that. He'll make mistakes, but he'll own up to them and he'll apologize.

That's what would make him a better father than his own. Your child will never want for anything thanks to him. Besides, he'll get a hardy chuckle out of the fact that he’s marrying you and adopting your child when his father realizes that Jumin did what he was told but affirms, “You never specified the order, father. I have a spouse and a child now, just as you wanted.”

Saeyoung is hard for me and my answer took the longest because I just can't see this working.

I've tried to wrap my head around it multiple times just to figure out if there would even be a way for him to grow feelings in this situation. I just can't do it because he's not the kind of person that would be happy about somebody walking into this apartment the way that you do, and bringing an innocent child into the fray.

It seems almost reckless and stupid to not only put yourself in that situation but to put a child in that situation In Harm's Way.

I would like to imagine that maybe there would be a scenario where this could play out happily for someone who is in this circumstance, but I just can't see it happening so it's hard to write anything. Not only would it be complicated when the situation starts to become more dangerous than most of the other routes, but he also wouldn’t want you to come with him to Mint Eye or on the run.

He’d tell you to stay with Jumin Han. He wouldn't let you bring your child and he wouldn't let you risk your life knowing that there's a child that needs their parent. His parental issues aside, he would never be the person to put a child in danger if he had any control over the situation. He would look at your kid and see his little brother.

A helpless little kid who needs to stay the hell away from him so they don't get hurt. I'm not saying it's impossible for him to fall in love with somebody who is a parent, but I am saying it's never going to play out the way that it does in his route which is why my answer here is so... not fun.

#character analysis #embroidery anon #ask #mod kait #long post #longpost

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effingunicorns · 2 years ago

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14, 23, 24 for the choose violence ask?

I know very little about fma but I promise to take all your fandom opinions on it as gospel.

you are exceptionally kind (◡‿◡ ) this post is now front-loaded as hell.

14. that one thing you see in fics all the time

god, how to pick? obviously there's the whole bottom Ed thing--I don't usually care about top/bottom discourse in m/m ships unless someone's trying to say Dean Winchester's not a bottom, but there are literally only 51 Roy/Ed fics on AO3 where Ed tops out of more than 4,000 total fics in the ship tag, or out of a little under 2,000 if you restrict it to mature, explicit, and unrated fic. That's 1-2.5%!!! and I wrote two of them!!! why does no one believe in variety here!!!

but it gets better, because there's also several things that scream "I don't know how to deal with the passage of time in canon". basically, due to a huge personal fuck-up, Ed starts canon with two prosthetic limbs and the ability to transmute things into new shapes with a clap of his hands, as opposed to studying and making advance preparations like anyone else. he's also incredibly short for his age. he slowly and measurably gets taller as canon goes--which is weird enough for a manga/anime even before you factor in that his being sensitive about his height is key to a running gag--and at the very end there's a sequence of events where his prosthetic arm gets destroyed, his brother sacrifices himself to get Ed's original arm back, and then Ed sacrifices his ability to do alchemy at all to bring his brother back, having finally learned the lesson that people are more important than power. then everyone lives happily ever after and Ed grows to a perfectly normal height for his age--arguably even tall.

so naturally every post-canon fic is Edward Elric Keeps His Automail or Edward Elric Keeps His Alchemy, or both at once, or both at once and not even tagged for, or not in a way that can be properly wrangled. Ed still being short is such a given that the only tag regarding his height is if he actually gets tall like canon says he does! and there's a frankly weird amount of self-loathing over things he never had a problem with in canon, or things he pretty clearly came to terms with--it's exactly like that post from the other day about characters who are funny or mean to conceal their real feelings getting mischaracterized because fandom is too focused on the chewy bits.

and all of this isn't even getting into the fics where he stays in the military, but there are other questions to get into!

23. ship you’ve unwillingly come around to

I wouldn't add it to my wheelhouse or anything, but I've learned to see where the Elricest shippers are coming from. Ed and Al basically raise themselves for most of their childhood. Most of their few age-appropriate friends are some combination of fellow genius, royalty, and assassin, and the rest of their friends are mostly adults who treat them as fellow adults. their respective concepts of normal are off on another planet somewhere, and so it doesn't seem like as huge a leap as I used to think for them to say fuck it and add another taboo to the list. sure, they screwed up hard on the last one, but at least this one isn't likely to cost them body parts, right???

24. topic that brings up the most rancid discourse

so far I've actively made an effort to not go searching things out. partially this is because stirring the pot in such an ancient fandom feels mean, and partially this is because I've got other wank to look at when I'm hungry, but legitimately I think most of the really bad stuff is buried in 15- to 20-year-old LJ comments, abandoned message boards, and the like. there's evidence of fancops in these lands, to be sure, but when the two actual most popular m/m ships in the fandom are 14-year age gap starring a teenager and brother/brother incest, and the most viable alternatives to either are all m/f, they don't really have room to shit all over everything.

(I kind of want to invite folks to send me evidence to the contrary so I can preemptively block, but I pretty much never get trouble here, so it wouldn't really make a difference 🤷🏻‍♀️)

the choose violence ask game! (or in app mode if my theme is too much)

#asks #ask games #long post

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nebulousfishgills · 1 year ago

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Part two, for Necrosis

Mona Lisa, Girl with a Pearl Earring, American Gothic, Guernica, Creation of Adam, The Last Supper

Yesssss let's do some Necrosis asks. We'll see how much I can say without giving too much of what I have planned away. >:)

Mona Lisa - Oh, it's the fanfic writer's favorite word! Do a find-and-replace on the word "smirk" and share any lines that pop up.

...this is a fucking call out.

Okay, in my defense how else do you describe this:

That's the definition of a smirk, I don't know what the fuck to tell you.

Anyways, I'll share only a few since a) I know damn well it will pop up a fair bit and b) I'm keeping any smut exclusive to AO3 and I fucking know I used 'smirk' there.

He didn't turn to look at Emily, but she could see the side of his mouth curl up into a smirk. Her lips flattened.

Emily by all rights should have been sick of it by now, but once again she started purring, leaning back against Caius' chest. She could almost hear the knowing smirk on his face.

She seemed to become drawn even closer, gingerly resting a hand on his shoulder. Emily smirked, turning back to Eliza.

Emily's lips curled upwards into a smirk, her own smart-ass nature pushing forward.

Emily didn't miss the prideful smirk on Caius' face as he looked at her from his [throne].

(Skipped lines: 4, so far)

...as I said this was a call out. How dare you /j.

Girl with a Pearl Earring - Are there any moments in this work where a character's clothing or accessories play a major role?

For the sake of secrecy, I'll keep it short.

Pay attention whenever a character is wearing gloves. It's not meant to symbolize dishonesty like in a lot of media, but rather it represents defending against a specific action.

Always try to understand:

Who's wearing gloves

When they're wearing them

Why they're wearing them

And around whom they're wearing them.

American Gothic - What's one relationship between characters in this work that you think people wouldn't expect?

Actually I think there are several. Emily seems like she's at least on decent terms with Bella, Alice, and Nessie even if there's a history there we're choosing to bypass. Mele seems like she has a type of bond with Renesmee as well which can seem a bit like an "I could see it but I never thought about it before" moment.

The main one, though, is Emily's relationship with Mele. It's obviously not without some pushback, but whether she likes it or not, Emily is Mele's mentor. She has to guide Mele, teach her... as we know, Emily and childcare isn't always the greatest combination, but she really feels like she understands Mele to a certain degree and becomes quite close with her. It helps her to mature and grow a little bit.

(I got my first nosebleed in a very long time the second I mentioned Emily's history with childcare, so take that as you will)

Guernica - Look through a few of your imagery/descriptions in this work. Are they generally straightforward or are they more "abstract?"

"It was an old shirt, one of the very few remnants she had of her past life. The black and white baseball style t-shirt was slightly washed out with age, the hand-painted demon's head starting to fade. Long ago, it was the only shirt of its style at the local thrift shop, a size and a half too large for her. So she shortened the front with a straight line of black stitches, the holes the needle had poked starting to get larger the longer the old thread tugged against it."

"The venom's effect on Emily's own transformation hadn't exactly been perfect. It cleaned up her imperfect physical facets, removed marks and egriegous scars that had been a source of shame for years, and had taken away the more inhuman features she had gained from her previous otherworldly home. One of those traits being the monstrous wings protruding from her back. The wings were gone now, but they had left behind some unfortunate scarred ridges on her shoulderblades that the venom couldn't scrub away completely."

"Emily hadn't run outside like this in a very long time, the fresh air and woody smells mixed with the petrichor hitting her nose pleasantly. She looked behind her again, watching the trees rush past her in a blur. She heard Jane and Mele running not too far behind, also followed by the excited whoops Mele gave. Emily chuckled, continuing forward. Maybe she should take more leisurely runs in the woods, escape the confines of the Palazzo once in a while to enjoy the woods that reminded her of home. Her first home."

I'd say these are pretty straightforward. I think the reader can paint a pretty accurate picture of what's going on in their head without having to fumble with too many metaphors to understand what's happening.

I like being detailed with my descriptions. Again, there are some good descriptive paragraphs I can't reveal, so I'm sticking with only ones that have been published. I think it only gets better from here.

God I hate being coy but I also really love being coy about this.

Creation of Adam - Choose one character that is not present at the beginning of this work. How did you introduce them into the story?

Well, the obvious answer is Mele.

I feel like I need to explain who she is cause I know she's a bit of a niche character that only a handful of people know about. She's a character that's only mentioned in "Life and Death," one of Stephenie Meyer's many Twilight re-writes. This one features a gender-bent cast of characters. So now Bella is Beau, Edward is Edythe, Carlisle is Carine, and so on.

(Ms. Meyer literally picked the worst names and/or the worst spellings of names for these characters, Jessamine instead of Jasper actually causes me physical pain, what mental gymnastics is she fuckin doing? She coulda just fuckin picked Jessie or something.)

As much as I wish I could say otherwise, Meyer didn't genderbend the Volturi... which is a shame cause I think imagining the Three Stooges as women would be kinda cool. The idea of a female Caius makes my bi ass kinda... You know she's gotta be one of the most badass characters ever... with probably the stupidest fucking name Meyer could come up with.

She actually likes the Cullens and she really named Esme's male counterpart fucking Earnest. You know she's giving shit names to Aro and Caius... not Marcus, though, he'd get a nice name. He's her Favorite Child of the three by a long shot.

(Meme by yours truly)

Anyways, instead of doing that, she tagged some of them out. So now instead of Aro, Caius, and Marcus, we have Sulpicia, Athenodora, and Marcus (see, favorite child). Aro and Caius are out of the picture for... reasons, and so their wives stepped up to the plate. Mele was introduced so Meyer could keep Aro's gift in play, giving it to Sulpicia.

I'm not gonna get into the nitty gritty details, but that's Mele.

I decided after I wanted Mele in the story that I should pair her with Jane. Life and Death describes Mele as a girl rather than a woman. I feel bad that the twins are frozen so young and so close to the "immortal child" threshold that them finding mates is a low chance event... also gay, I wanted more gay.

So I figured the most realistic option was to have Mele be one of Heidi's many tour group victims.

I think that's probably the biggest difference between my take on Mele and her book counterpart since book Mele had to have been around at least three thousand years ago whereas my Mele is a modern (meaning 2012) fourteen year old.

She's a cool character.

The Last Supper - Does this fic incorporate any symbolism based on religion, theology, or mythology? If so, give an example.

If there is, it was accidental. My knowledge of religion is very limited, it usually comes from Jeopardy questions my dad always answers with an enthusiastic "JESUS!" or episodes from cartoons like Family Guy or The Simpsons that recount bible stories in a very... satirical way. You can't beat Stewie as Baby Jesus using lazers in a spaceship to kill Romans.

Mythology is more my speed, but again, I don't think there's much in Necrosis as of right now. That could change of course, it's still a work in progress.

It's kind of incorrectly answering the question, but if I had to pick sources of more symbolism and metaphors, it's probably Shakespeare.

I'll list a couple with similar themes and let you interpret that as you like: "Julius Caesar," "Richard III" (shout out to my fellow Will TNT girlies), and a little bit of "Antony and Cleopatra."

Do with that as you will :)

#fishgills speaks #oc asks #oc ask game #writing asks #fic asks #fanfiction asks #twilight fanfiction #twilight oc #beloved mutuals #my inbox is open

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shiningdesignersreflections · 2 years ago

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Chapter 2: Design Invitation

Narrated by Loen.

Narrator: Can’t believe the day has come for a mercenary to become an actor...

Choose “Are you really going to act in the play?”

You: So, do you really plan to act in the play in his brother’s place?

Narrator: Yeah. But luckily I know some nice people who’d be willing to help me out with this task.

Narrator: For example... Lolory.

Narrator: If I give her a call, she’d gladly give me a run-down on what I need to know about the troupe.

Narrator: Just as expected, Lolory seems really excited to hear what I’ve been up to.

Lolory: Oh, so they hired you for this role? They’ve got a good eye for this.

Loen: Well, actually...

Narrator: I haven’t even explained the situation yet, but Lolory’s already launched into a long-winded speech about acting.

Lolory: The December Troupe’s performances combine realism with fantasy, and their actors strive to show real emotions in every play.

Lolory: Their costume designs are a crucial element in helping to express the inner world of the characters in their plays.

Narrator: Within a few days, I receive the play’s script in the mail.

Narrator: The front page features the troupe’s gold-emblazoned logo along with the play’s title, Prince and Gold Rose.

Narrator: The role I’ll be playing is a prince.

Narrator: I’ve already read through the other plays the troupe has put on in the past.

Narrator: Flower and Jenny was a play set in the country neighboring the prince’s and a golden rose grows on the border of the kingdoms.

Narrator: There was also an eccentric candy witch that lives nearby who’s interested in strange and unique items.

Narrator: Come to think of it, this play is still in the early stages of production... I wonder, which other characters will be added?

Narrator: Anyways, the candy witch sure sounds like an interesting character. She must really love candy a lot.

Narrator: I pick up a highlighter and start studying the script in earnest, writing down the connections between the different stories.

Narrator: The prince has a mischievous younger brother who really respects and looks up to him...

Narrator: He seems a lot like Jaxon, actually.

Narrator: After marking down all the important scenes and dialogues, I start to have a better picture of what each character is like.

Narrator: The prince helped the king with managing the kingdom from a young age. He seems to have a strong sense of duty and resilience.

Narrator: And at the same time, he allowed his younger brother to enjoy endless freedom. He must be very thoughtful and caring as well.

Narrator: After some thought, I sketched a design. A sleek cape, delicate shirt, and golden embroidery; an outfit befitting a prince.

Narrator: An elegant beige is used as the base color, with beautiful golden patterns permeating throughout, creating a regal look.

Narrator: A hint of blue-gray is added to represent the prince’s solemn nature.

Narrator: After staring at my finished sketch for a while, I’m suddenly hit with a flash of inspiration.

Narrator: I think I’m ready to show this to the “Little Prince.”

Choose “Who’s the ‘Little Prince?’”

You: “Little Prince”? Is that supposed to be Jaxon?

Narrator: Yeah, I think he has a lot of similarities with the little prince in the play.

Narrator: During my last visit, I saw some design books on his desk. He’s probably an aspiring designer.

Narrator: I take out my phone and make the call.

Loen: Hey, Jaxon, I’ve got a question about your commission. What do you think a prince should wear so he can stand out?

Jaxon: That’s easy, definitely something extravagant, duh. Maybe you can add some nature-inspired elements to make it unique.

Narrator: I see the kid is trying to act mature again.

Loen: I see, you’re right. I definitely feel more inspired now, thanks!

Narrator: As I try to hide my laughter at Jaxon’s tough guy act, I quickly add a golden rose scepter to my sketch.

Jaxon: Deal with the complicated parts first, then add some intricate patterns or motifs to spice it up.

Jaxon: As for natural elements... You could add plants... or even abstract stuff. Just make sure you’re not just adding random stuff!

Jaxon: Of course, the most important thing is to trust in yourself. You’re an outstanding mercenary after all...

Narrator: By the time my client is done with his nagging, I have finished the design.

Chapter 1

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

#loen #shining nikki #chapter 2 #transcript #ssr designer #design invitation #older prince #little prince #performance #brother #december troupe #commission #child

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togetherwithmistakes · 1 year ago

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my heart is breaking for the two of them!!!

Like Conrad knows that he’s not okay, that he’s not what Belly needs right now. He knows he’s been a bad boyfriend, he’s understandably distracted, and even though he loves her he doesn’t know how to do it properly in his grief

And Belly was so madly in love with this boy that she couldn’t see him drowning and have the maturity to understand that maybe he couldn’t give her all of himself at this place in his life, despite clearly wanting to so badly

To Conrad Belly ended their relationship because he wasn’t enough, and to Belly Conrad gave up and slipped through her fingers before she could even notice! They’re both hurting and lashing out and it’s tragic but it’s because they both care so deeply

As a side note, and because Belly is ultimately the main character, I just love how they’ve shown the innocence/ignorance, shame and embarrassment that comes with being a teenage girl. The feeling exposed and awkward in your own skin, like the whole world is looking at you and that your emotions and life are so all consuming was such an important part of the first book and it is so palpable at this age! It’s obvious considering how many times Belly mentions how she’s messed up her relationships, listing ‘the funeral’ as a marker when other characters, notably Jeremiah, don’t even remember the events through that lens at all. Like here’s Conrad, the boy that she’s been embarrassingly in love with her whole life and everyone knows it, who has taken her virginity only months ago, standing in front of a whole room of people, including her mother, ultimately saying ‘I knew you were going to act immature and selfish about this thing that is far more complex than just you and your feelings’ and then she falls on her face so that her dress hikes up and she’s both physically and emotionally exposed just like her mother said minutes earlier and Jeremiah told her month ago. Of course she thinks this is another reason everyone is angry with her. It’s extremely pivotal for her. It’s such a gut wrenchingly perfect way to express just how hurt she must be, not just because she’s lost Susannah or Conrad or Jeremiah but because she continues to be upset with how she’s handled herself and dealt with things. And like Belly said to Taylor in the first episode, “I don’t think I get to feel better about that.” I think a big part of the story is Belly coming to terms with the fact that she actually was selfish and immature, as we all are at that age, and that she needs to learn and grow from that. Maybe she doesn’t get to absolve herself of how she has acted, she doesn’t get to blame that on anyone but herself, but she can come to realize that she was acting that way and try to apologize and move forward

*Alexa Play Silver Springs

+Bonus

#I have feelings about this #the summer i turned pretty #tsitp #belly conklin #conrad fisher #jeremiah fisher

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sunnyie-eve · 2 years ago

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Deserve Love || Childhood Friends

Paring: Prince Paul (Catherine the Great 2019) x Original female character

Word Count: 2896

Summary: Prince Paul is finally of maturity age and needs a wife

Warnings: arrange marriages, hidden feelings, jealousy

Next: Oblivious

"Your Majesty." I bow as she walks by me. "Lilia, shouldn't you be waiting with Paul?" She gives me a look with a smile. "Yes, your Majesty." I nod my head leaving to go find Paul. "Where were you?" Paul says as I join him. "Walking around." I say looking straight ahead waiting for his mother to come out. When she comes out to talk we listen to her speech. "That didn't go down well." I hear Paul tells Minister Panin. I huff while trying to ignore their conversation.

"You know what I find amusing?" Paul says as we walk around the fountain back at the palace. "What do you find amusing Prince Paul?" I ask looking back at him as I walk ahead of him. "My mother can't stand German's, yet she's German, and thus she adores you, who is half German." He says as we stop walking. "I'm sure it's because I'm half Russian as well and that's enough for her. My mother didn't want to be married to my father, nor did she like being a princess, so she ran off with me to here when I was five. She was friends with your mother before passing so that gives me another advantage." I explain to him.

"Wait, so you're a princess? You've known this how long?" He narrows his eyes at me. "My whole life. When I turned 16 my father found me. He's glad I'm living well here but at times wants me to visit home. So that's where I go off to at times." I give him a smile. "Does my mother know?" He asks. "Not to my knowledge. I haven't told her." I continue to walk again. "Why not? It would make that joke of us growing up and getting married at the right age even funnier." He laughs walking beside me. "As you said, joke... Paul." I laugh. "I don't think my mother finds it as a joke." He scoffs as we stop again making me sigh. "Don't worry, I know you would never marry me Paul." I walk off of from him. "I didn't mean it in a cruel way, Lilia. It's just we're childhood friends." He chases after me. "I know. That's why I said don't worry. Now excuse me, it's my reading time." I give him a smile walking off. "Lady Lilia, a letter." Peter hands me so I take it.

"Dear Lilia, to keep a promise your mother once made. You are to marry my sweet boy, Andrei Razumovsky sometime after you become 19." I rip the letter up since I actually couldn't stand him but of course my mother had to go make a handwritten promise.

"Oh, there's an official explanation? You probably drafted it. Hemorrhoidal colic, wasn't that it? Terminal piles. My God, I hate her." I hear Paul as I walk near his room. "Excuse me, but you might want to speak with closed doors or anyone can hear your conversation." I speak up standing in the door way making the two look at me. "Lilia..." Paul eyes me. "I thought I'd let you know. Might I add, that isn't near suitable for your coming of age ceremony." I motion to his coat before continuing my way. As I make my way down the stairs Catherine was coming up so I stop aside bowing to her. "Your Majesty." She stops in front of me. "Don't you look lovely, Lilia. Paul is lucky to have a friend as beautiful as you." She smiles then continues her way up the stairs.

"There is no lie there." Peter pops up out of nowhere causing me to roll my eyes. "What isn't a lie?" I continue my way down. "You being beautiful, of course." He follows me. "I thought you, like many, have a thing for Her Majesty? Oh, yes. I can see it." I smile back at him. "Can I not find you beautiful as well Lady Lilia?" He gets in front of me. "I suppose you can." I try to move around him. "Lady Lilia..." Countess Bruce shows up. "Excuse me, Zavadovsky." I nod my head going over to Countess Bruce with a smile.

When we arrive for Paul's coming of age ceremony, I walk with Her Majesty and Countess Bruce. "Why is my son so unattractive?" She asks looking over at him but I of course didn't think that. "It may be something to do with his father. The Emperor Peter was the ugliest man east of Berlin." Countess Bruce tells her while I keep quiet standing next to them. "Yes, and now Paul wants to be emperor too... The moment he was born my mother in law took him away from me. She left me on the floor, bathed in my own blood and sweat. From that point on... I really never saw him." The Empress says as Lieutenant Potemkin comes up.

As they talk about other things I watch Paul from where I stood. "Lilia, why don't you go over to Paul." Her Majesty tells me so I nod my head going over to him. "Prince Paul." I say in a joking tone. "Now that you are coming of age, how shall I approach you?" I laugh at him. "No different than before." I catch his eyes look down for just a second making me laugh. "What?" He asks annoyed. "Watch your eyes, sir. I thought we were friends?" I tell him. "We are and it's not my fault you decided to suddenly show off. Who are you trying to impress?" He rants making me laugh more, "I'm not trying to impress anyone because there is no one to impress. And I'm not trying to show off. The dress doesn't fit all the way if they were in more, so the ladies worked around it." I explain to him.

"Your mother would like to speak with you after the ceremony." Minister Panin comes to tell Paul making him sigh before we all head inside. During the ceremony and many different ceremonies and speeches, I sometimes zoned out because they were never interesting. Back at the Palace I wanted to change into a different dress but I had to wear it to dinner later. "I hate that women." Paul bust into my room as I read a book. "Yes, yes, you may come in." I motion for him to come in. "What now?" I set my book down on the table. "I am the heir to the Russian throne... One day. I've reach my maturity. I should get married. Run along and think about beautiful women." He paces around the room before falling back onto my bed.

"She tells you to go think about beautiful women yet here you are complaining to me? I feel so honored." I get up going over to him. "Shut up, Lilia." He groans making me laugh sitting on the bed next to him. "What if we go along with that joke? If I marry you, I at least know what I'm dealing with." He sits up leaving his wig behind. "You know she'll want a grandchild at some point after right?" I hand him his wig but he throws it across the room before falling back to lay down. "I'm sure you will have no troubles finding a wife. And what women would say no to you?" I lay back turning my head to look at him. "My best friend." He looks at me making me laugh. "Please sit up before I see something I don't wanna see." He sits up and pulls me to sit up too. "Even though we are friends... you're still a man. Trust me, you would end up liking what you see." I joke standing up going to get his wig. "You still have your birthday dinner." I put it back on him nicely.

"If we had to get married... how would you react?" He asks as I touch up the wig. "Glad it's with someone I know but then freak out about things farther down the line." I walk over to sit back down to read my book. "Do you think your father will make you marry someone?" He sits across from me. "Paul you know woman don't have a choice when it comes to arrange marriages. My father could easily marry me off with some man I don't know and my mother already has promised someone." I sigh opening my book. "Who!" He stands up shouting. "Count-," I was cut off by a servant who said it's time to go to the dinning room.

"To my son on his birthday in the expectation of wisdom! To Paul." His mother stands up at the end of the table. "To Paul." We cheer and I reach over to pat his arm. "Now, you may have noticed there is an empty chair. I have invited one of the brightest and best of our young men, and he's late! Ah, bon appétit!" She says as the food comes up to the table. As we seat her guest shows up making us all look his direction. "Lieutenant Potemkin, at last." She tells him. "I am so sorry to be late, Your Majesty." He tells her going to his seat. "Well, you look quite ravishing." She says making Paul give me a look. "Behave." I mouth to him so he eyes his mother. "Paul..." I lean over slapping his leg.

After dinner I was relieved to finally get my dress off of me, "Lilia!" Paul busts into my room again making me cover myself up as I change. "Would you knock!" I hide myself. "Sorry." He apologizes. "What do you want now?" I ask coming out dressed fully now. "Nothing." He tells me. "Then why are you here? It's been a long day and I'm ready to rest." I pull back the covers on my bed. "Can you come bore me to sleep?" He asks with a smile. "You turn nineteen today and still want me to read so you'll fall asleep?" I give him a look. "As much as I hate to say it, yes. Since I was six you have always done so..." We just stare at each other. "I am the Prince and you will do as I say so come along." He leaves my room. "You're such a pain, Paul." I grab a book following him.

"Lilia, may I have a word with you around outside?" Catherine stops me as I come into the Palace from seeing Count Razumovsky. "Yes, Your Majesty." I bow following her. "I remember watching you and Paul running away from the servants like it was just yesterday." She smiles over at me. "We did like to cause trouble for them." I agree with a smile. "Growing up you two said you'd always get married some day..." She stops giving me a look. "It was just a joke, Your Majesty." I let her know. "But you two would be so perfect together. I also hear you are a princess. Why didn't you tell me?" She tilts her head. "Umm, who told you?" I ask. "Your father had sent me a letter." She says making me sigh. "Your Majesty, I can't marry Prince Paul. My mother had hand written a promise to Count Razumovsky mother and father. His mother is already planning the wedding. As of today, we are engaged..." I let her know.

"Count Razumovsky... Maybe if I pull some strings so it can be called off. I'm sure you would be better off with Paul." She starts to walk away. "Your Majesty... It was the last thing my mother promised before she passed away. I have to fulfill her wishes..." I rush after her. "Is that what you want?" She turns to me. "I don't really have a choice. Can you do me a favor?" I ask her so she nods her head. "Don't tell Paul..." I ask her. "Of course, dear. Now you have made my job harder finding a wife for my son now." She laughs leaving me. I turn around throwing my head back as I walk back inside the palace. I didn't know why I didn't want Paul to know. I know it wouldn't bother him. I guess I just didn't think it was any of his business to know about it.

"Another letter, Lilia." Peter shows up. "From your fiancé, I'm told." He gives me a look. "Can you please not say that out loud?" I snatch the letter from him. "My apologizes." He follows me as I continue my way. "Don't you have other things to do? Places to be?" I ask looking back at him. "Why do you want me to be quiet about it?" He asks making me turn to face him. "Because it's no one's business. Now go back to work." I make my way to my room with him still following me. "Peter!" I growl at him. "I have no work at the moment. Can't I talk to a friend?" He carefully takes off his wig to scratch his head once we get to my room. "I don't remember ever discussing us being friends." I tell him. "We go by first names which means we're friends." He walks up to me which means he had to look down at me. "I hate being so formal with certain people." I look up at him.

"Stop giving me that look." I place my hand on his chest to move him back as Paul comes into my room like always, "So I'm told mother is letting everyone know I need a wife!" He shouts than sees Peter. "Don't you have work?" He asks so Peter puts his wig back on leaving. "What was he doing in here?" Paul comes over. "Just giving me a letter." I smile. "From your father?" He asks. "Yes." I lie. "What does it say?" He asks. "Nothing important." I go put it in a box to lock away. "Oh, you know my friend Count Razumovsky... I hear he's getting married. That poor woman." He chuckles talking a seat on the sofa. "Yes, poor me..." I mumble. "Huh?" He looks over at me. "I said poor her." I take a seat on the other sofa.

"Remember when we used to run away from the servants because we didn't want to stop playing together?" He gets up coming to sit next to me. "And when they finally got us to our own rooms it didn't stop us. I always snuck to yours in the middle of the night and you would be waiting for me." I smile thinking back. "They hated us." He laughs. "Especially when we pretended to have husband and wife fights. All the screaming at each other we did." I laugh. "I miss when we were young... When my father was alive. It was easier then." He takes my hand into his. "I miss it too." I look at our hands. "Why don't you want to marry me?" Paul asks looking at me. "Why do you act like you want me to?"

"To keep my best friend around and..." He lets go of my hand leaning slightly closer to me. "Daring, I'm here!" We look over at the doorway to see Count Razumovsky. "Andrei..." I stand up first, "Why didn't you tell me you were coming?" I walk over to him. "I thought I wrote it in the letter. Has it not come yet?" He asks kissing my cheek. "It did. I just haven't had the chance to read it yet. Paul was just asking me about what to look for in a wife." I lie to him. "Then you should be a help becoming a wife soon yourself." He smiles confusing Paul. "Wife soon?" He gets up coming over to us. "Lilia hasn't told you yet? We're getting married. My mother is planning the wedding." Paul just looks at me turning red. "Can I have a word with Lilia?" Paul grabs my wrist dragging me away from Andrei.

"You're marrying him?" He shouts pulling me into an empty room. "I didn't have a choice Paul! My mother promised his parents before she died. She wrote it out." I explain to him. "My mother could have convened them to call it off! How could you marry him and not take mothers offer?" His face gets more red. "Stop acting so upset that you don't get to marry me Paul! You said yourself, we're childhood friends. It was a joke growing up. It was all pretend to us then." I sigh. "It wasn't pretend to me or a joke. When I was a little boy, I couldn't wait for the day for us to get older and actually get married!" He shouts at me. "Now we're at that age and it isn't going the way I want it to." He tells me. "Paul... I can't marry you. Even if I wanted to, I can't. She signed a promise." I walk up to him. "Just say no." He cups one of my cheeks. "That's not how it works for us. You wouldn't understand being a man."

#joseph quinn #catherine the great #prince paul #joseph quinn imagine #joseph quinn fanfiction #18th century

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kaitsawamura · 4 years ago

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would you like to stay forever?

SUMMARY⎮ Sparring with Pro Hero Kirishima Eijiro in his private gym at his home doesn't seem like a bad idea if you don't count the fact that you really, really like him.

STATS⎮ minors do not interact, 18+ ⎮ Rating: M (for mature) ⎮ WC: 5525 ⎮ Pairing: Pro Hero Kirishima Eijiro x Fem!Reader ⎮ Tags: Aged Up Character(s), Friends to Lovers, Sparring, Smut, Fluff, Age/Experience Gap (if you really squint) ⎮ AO3

NOTES⎮ Thanks to @spacelabrathor for listening to me scream about this and to @some-kindofgnome for fueling my Kiri fever dreams. Yes, that title is based on a Mulan quote. This whole fic was based on THIS POST and Kirishima seemed like the perfect character for this pwp. Hope y'all enjoy! (Also please for the love of God, click on the banner to see in HD if you’re on mobile, it looks so much better lol)

It was Saturday and even though you’re on your way to becoming a Pro Hero, you can think of several things you’d rather be doing with your one day off than going to Kirishima Eijiro’s house to spar. But here you are pulling into his driveway, going over combat moves in your head as if your life depended on it. They weren’t really serving their purpose which was to distract yourself. Kiri had offered up his personal gym, encouraged you to stop by with one hand in his pocket and the other rubbing the back of his neck as if he was nervous.

A couple of his friends had already taken him up on the offer. You were the only one he’d offered who hadn’t come over yet. He had texted you a couple of weeks later saying he was starting to take it personally… and then immediately texted with a laughing emoji just to clarify he was only giving you a hard time. It brings a smile to your face now as you remember it. Yesterday he had also clarified it would just be the two of you if you were self-conscious sparring in front of other people. You’d have the whole place to yourselves. Like that should mean something. Which it did. It does , you realize with butterflies growing in your stomach. Kiri doesn’t need to know that though.

The two of you had been toeing around something since you had been hired at Fatgum’s Agency a year ago. Neither of you had made a move. Kirishima, the Red Riot, was a big Pro Hero and while you took pride in your quirk, it didn’t hold a coin to some of the others you’d come in contact with. It had surprised you when Toyomitsu had brought you on. But he had mumbled something about “liking your spunk” and that he thought a teleportation quirk would be a useful one to add to his agency. The first day you had shown up, Kiri had immediately caught your eye. Not for the obvious reasons. Obvious reasons being the fact that he was climbing the Pro Hero charts or the fact that he had a dynamically interesting quirk or that at twenty-five he was already built like a brickhouse.

Those were all valid reasons, yes, but what had pulled you in was his smile and his genuine interest in you outside of your quirk. But he was just like that you had quickly discovered. He knew everyone’s coffee order and what they liked for lunch. He knew when to push and when to back off. He knew when to talk and when to listen , knew when he still had a lesson to learn. The kids flocked to him. Even now you’re still entirely convinced that’s actually his quirk, getting people to like him. It’s not a difficult thing to do though.

Your brain stutters back to the present when a text notification pings from your cell phone as you sit in Kiri’s driveway, picking at non-existent lint on your gym shorts. The cute ones you’re still convincing yourself were your only clean pair and that’s the only reason you wore them.

KIRI : i saw u pull up, u gonna come in or what 😂

Had he been waiting for you to get there? You tapped out a quick response, one that hid the little flip in your stomach at the thought: creeper, you were watching for me lmao

Response bubbles immediately flash on your phone screen but you’re angling out of your car and shutting the door before he can reply.

Somehow, this house fits Kiri perfectly. It isn’t big. You had seen pictures of other top-ranking Pros’ houses. Enji Todoroki’s house, for example, was fucking ridiculous. But even without a massive floor plan, Kiri’s house is nicer than any you’d been in for some time. Clean, straight lines and lots of windows. In fact, you can see straight through the floor-to-ceiling windows out to his backyard when you reach the front door. Is that a pool ? Kiri had tons of fun showing pictures at the agency; it was a well-deserved investment for his already multiple years of service as a Pro. The pictures hadn’t done the place justice though.

Kiri comes to the door, throwing it wide open with a huge grin that shows off his sharp teeth. You ignore the way your mouth goes dry as he drags you in, babbling on like an excited little kid at you actually coming.

“I really thought you were gonna back out! I mean, that would have been fine, of course. I just can’t see the point of having the whole place to myself all the time.” He’s irresistibly cute, walking around showing you the living room and the kitchen and pointing out to the backyard where, yes, there is indeed a pool. “You can come over any time and use that too if you want!” You thank him, warmth pooling in your stomach at how incredibly nice he is.

“Uh, we should probably get in the gym. I have… stuff to do later,” you finish lamely. You don’t have anything to do later but very quickly you’re realizing how far out of your depth you are here. The familiar beginnings of the head over heels fall is washing over you in steady waves. But you’re coworkers and the thought of coming to work every day and having to see his adorable face and not doing anything about it is almost making you nauseous.

“Oh, yeah, it’s just down the hallway,” he rumbles, leading the way and you follow trying and failing miserably to calm the nerves flashing through your veins. You’re here alone with Kiri , the man you’ve been crushing on since you’d started working with him a year ago. And now your stupid brain isn’t just thinking about what it would feel like to run your tongue along his teeth or how his hands would feel between your legs. No, your stupid brain is thinking about what Kiri looks like when he first opens his eyes in the morning.

Your one-track mind is not getting any help, especially when Kiri walks through the doorway of the gym addition and immediately proceeds to pull his shirt up and over his shoulders and tosses it to the side. Shit. His back muscles ripple with the movement and when he turns to face you, it’s heart-wrenchingly obvious that he has no idea the effect he’s having on you. He has to know . Doesn’t he? From your end, it seems wildly obvious that someone as good-looking as him should know .

You glance around, eternally grateful for the fact that the gym is also attractive. Floor to ceiling windows span two of the walls here as well and there’s a large set of French doors leading out to the yard. You find yourself actually in awe when you get a better look at the landscaping. It’s so green . There’s a small patch of lawn but the rest is just artfully arranged native flora and fauna. Violets, tulips. Huge hosta plants. And cherry trees heavy with their signature sakura blossoms.

“Kiri, it’s beautiful!” He comes to stand beside you, looking out the French doors as well.

“You like it? I guess it is pretty nice, huh?” You glance up at him, your chest expanding on a lurch looking at his smile. You’d never noticed before but he has a light dusting of freckles across his nose.

“Yeah, really nice.” You look out again, letting the silence grow until it feels like the most comfortable thing in the world. After what seems like an eternity Kiri clears his throat, rocking back on the balls of his feet. “What are you thinking for today?” The question leaves your lips and you’re immediately regretting it; your stomach flips again when Kiri looks at you like you’re prey.

“Close combat, hand-to-hand combat. You did mention a while ago you wanted to strengthen that, right?” You throw your head back, rolling your eyes, and groan. The two of you make your way to the center of the mat.

“Yeah, I mean, I’d be scared to take me on too,” Kiri says, large hands on even larger hips. He isn’t as tall as some of the other heroes at six foot three inches but he’s wide , thick. You know for a fact you couldn’t wrap your arms around his waist and have your hands meet. He’s wearing the biggest shit-eating grin you’ve ever seen. The sharpened points of his canines are out and on prominent display. Famous last words you think as a snarl erupts on your face.

“I’m not scared , Kiri. I just don’t want to wear you out . You’re a Pro Hero. You’re on the job a lot more than I am. Plus, you’re getting kind of old. Is that a little gray I see coming in?” Kiri bares his teeth even more but it’s not lost on you that he quickly reaches up to rake his fingers through his hair. There isn’t any gray, obviously , but the thought has Red Riot distracted. Distracted enough that when you plant your feet and your fist connects with his face, your knuckles hit skin and not the reinforced rock of his quirk.

“ Shit.” Kiri takes a step back, reaching up to cradle his jaw. His tongue swipes out to lick at the blood on his bottom lip. His vermillion eyes find yours and if you didn’t work with him on a regular basis, you would have felt fear at this moment. You know he wouldn’t hurt you but even now, a thrill races through your veins like electricity. He looks as if he’s going to devour you. You take your own step back, readying your quirk, reaching out to it as your fists hold their position in front of your body. A dark chuckle spills from his chest as Kiri calls on his own quirk.

Now it was your turn to be distracted; you had always been fascinated by Kiri’s quirk, the way his body looked when it hardened up. The ripples of muscle still visible under the toughened skin. The divots and ridges and how they mapped their way across his shoulders and chest and abdomen. You knew how it felt to the touch in fake combat. The Fatgum heroes all took pride in maintaining a healthy routine; sparring was a common workout that was previously done at a local public gym. You wonder absently what it would feel like to touch him slow and at the moment. When you could give extra attention with extra time.

Kiri closes the space between the two of you at the moment your mind strays and you barely are able to teleport out of the way to avoid him crashing into you. You try to take a swipe at him as you materialize from in front of him to behind but this time he’s ready for you and he’s using his quirk. Instead of moving out of the way, he plants his feet and allows your punch to hit. Pain radiates up through your fingers and wrist. It always irritated you that you had to prepare yourself to strike Kiri when he was using his quirk. Otherwise, you’d be in for a whole lot of hurt every time you landed a punch.

Teleportation is a pretty handy quirk. It gives you a pretty good advantage the more you work on your close combat skills. The trick with Kiri was to keep going at him until he ran out of energy. You hadn’t gotten to that point yet; your quirk had its limits as well. You were only two years out of UA, Kiri was out by seven. His strength was already fairly unmatched; sparring with him was always good practice. You relish the thought of the day you can win a sparring session without tapping out. It surges through you like pure energy.

You teleport to stand in front of him again, shifting your weight into your hips and up through your right hook. This time your fist connects with Kiri’s side and he lets out a small grunt. Your fingers don’t hurt so bad this time and by the time Kiri is retaliating, you jump back a few feet. He hmms, a sound that reverberates from his chest.

“That’s all well and good but how do you expect to do anything if you jump that far away?” He lunges forward at a running start, leaping at the last second, sending his gloved fist into your stomach. You were fast, but still not always fast enough. You double over, the air rushing from your lungs and your pre-workout protein smoothie threatening to exit back the way it went in. Sweat is already beading on your brow and sliding under your tank top. You take a few breaths through your nose when an idea pops into your head; you stay bent over. “Hey, I didn’t hit you that hard. You good?”

Kiri comes to stand in front of you, leaving him vulnerable. He can’t see your smirk until it’s too late. You wail on him, using some of the basic combos he’s taught you before today. Satisfaction rolls through you when he actually takes a step back. But then he puts his arms up in front of him, clenching his abdomen and bending inward to protect his core. He drops just a fraction and before you realize what’s happening, he’s swiping his leg out to push through yours. You watch in slow motion as you see his laughing face then the ceiling of the gym as you flip and land on your back.

If you thought you were out of breath before… “Fuuu-.” It’s a wheeze that feels like it’s ripping your chest open. You’re seeing stars. Kiri stands over you, hands on his hips again. You stare at his face; the hero has his hair pulled back into a bun. You snort, rolling your eyes. Why does he still look so fucking good? The sweat has caused some of the pieces falling out of his hair tie to curl. His hair has curl to it? You’ve never noticed before, considering he always gels it into spikes. You like the curl. “Are you--are you gonna help me up, or what?” It was still painful to talk.

Kiri tilts his head to the side, just slightly, and crosses his arms. “I’m thinking not. Last time I let down my guard you got those good combos in.” You stare in stunned silence, sitting up so you’re supported by your elbows. Kiri shifts slightly and if you didn’t know better, you’d say he’s backing up to… get a better view.

“Is that any way to treat your student, Red Riot?” You know you get under his skin when he clicks his tongue against his teeth and holds out a hand with a begrudging eye roll. He pulls you up with ease, quickly enough that you almost lose your balance, swaying into his space. You look up, eyes moving back and forth between his.

He draws in a breath and drags his bottom lip between his teeth. “First of all,” he says as he places his hands on your upper arms, “I’m not your teacher. I’m not that much older than you. Secondly,” he mutters as he tucks a stray lock of hair behind your ear, “our relationship isn’t that formal is it?” He’s so fucking close. This is getting dangerous. Dangerous because Kiri is within kissing distance. Dangerous because this gentle side of him is making you lose more breath than falling on your ass. Dangerous because the thought of Kiri taking you on the floor right now is almost too much to bear.

So you fall back on what you’re here to do. Fight. You flash him a wicked smile before rallying your quirk and teleporting a few feet away. His hand is still raised in mid-air and when his head whips to look in your direction, his crimson eyes are narrowed and his nostrils are flared. He laughs and rolls his neck, dancing on his toes.

“Okay. I see. I’m not gonna go easy on you, you know?” You snort and put your fists up in front of you again.

“As if you were going easy on me before, Kiri. Bring it on.” He smiles, the sharp points of his teeth enough to make your thoughts swerve again before you bring them under control. “Bring it on,” you whisper more to yourself as you brace for the fight.

Two hours later, you feel the strain in your muscles. Your quirk is running low on reserves and you know you won’t be able to use it much more. Kiri looks like he hasn’t wasted a breath but you can see he’s getting tired in the way his feet don’t move as sharply. And if the length of time he’s using his quirk is any indication to his state of mind, you know the two of you will be calling it a day soon. But you’re also both stubborn. And you’re dying to get one more good move in on him.

The cockiness the two of you had at the beginning of the sparring session hasn’t gone away but has burned hot into determination. No more smiles, only clear-headed concentration. The two of you are an arm's length from each other, throwing various punches and switching quickly between using your quirks and not. You’re breathing hard, sweat gathering at your brow as you throw another right hook that Kiri easily blocks.

“Get out of your head. You can be too predictable sometimes.” He doesn’t mean for it to come across as rude but the words strike a match to a guttering fire. You bare your own teeth at Kiri even though they aren’t sharp and probably don’t look nearly as threatening but it helps you feel powerful nonetheless. You drop without a second thought, lowering to your palms and sweeping your leg out in front of you in a wide arc. A grin spreads across your face when your calf meets Kiri’s ankle. He’s too physically dense for this move to work if he had seen it coming. But he doesn’t. And his solid 220 pounds of muscle falls hard.

You allow yourself the satisfaction of the moment for only a split second; Kiri’s recovery time is much shorter than yours so it isn’t long before he’s scrambling forward. He goes straight for your wrists to subdue you but with a smirk, you realize in his haste he’s put himself in the perfect position for you to possibly gain the upper hand. You scoot up away from him just enough to drag his arm forward and swing your legs around his neck. Then you elevate your hips and lock your core.

It’s over from there as you squeeze with every last ounce of strength left in your body. It doesn’t take long for him to tap out. You release as soon as you feel his loose hand tap your arm; he collapses over you and you’re too tired to move away or push him off. Now his breathing is rough and you feel a surge of pride. You reach up and place your hand on his head where his bun has come undone; he’s so heavy but it doesn’t feel bad. In fact, the feel of Kirishima resting his head and upper chest on your stomach is feeling nothing short of good . He’s still between your legs and suddenly the air is crackling with a new kind of energy when you gently comb your fingers through his hair.

He rises up, his hands on either side of you. His hips rest between your legs; the mingled heat radiating from both of you is almost more than you can take but there is no way you’re going to move anywhere. He leans forward, so close you can see the flecks of burnt orange in his eyes. If you moved forward just a little, you could close that space between you. He leans down more, his mouth right next to the shell of your ear.

“Maybe not always predictable. You did good today. Probably some of the best fighting I’ve seen from you so far. Keep it up.” He grunts, a shift of his hips allowing the curve of his cock to brush against your clothed sex through his gym shorts. He stiffens in what you think might be embarrassment. “Shit, sorry, let me just, uh--” The stuttering mess he becomes right before your eyes makes something lurch in your chest; you reach for his face without thinking.

“Kiri,” you whisper, rolling your own hips against his. His cheeks are burning a shade of red almost as vibrant as his hair. You bring up your other hand, holding his face between them and bringing him down to settle over you once more. Your lips meet his; he seems to war with himself for just a moment. A suspended second in time. But then he gives in, slipping his tongue against yours in a delicious sliding vision of what’s coming.

He reaches between you to slip his hand under your tank top; his hand is big and nearly encompasses your side. But it’s warm and gentle. Gentle. Who would have guessed that Red Riot could be so fucking gentle? But he is and when his hand moves lower to slide below the hem of your shorts, you give yourself to him with no reservations. His middle finger passes through the mess of your sex; a hissed breath rattles through his chest as your back arches on a ragged groan.

“ Shit. You’re so wet .” He slides his finger back and forth, gathering your slick on the thick digit. He takes his hand away and you mewl. “Can I?” He asks breathlessly as he hooks his hands on the hem of your shorts. You nod, eyes half-lidded. He pulls them down along with your underwear and the way he looks at you, at what’s between your legs, you don’t even have the wherewithal to feel self-conscious. Adoration. It’s the only word you can think of and it makes you wonder if you’d made a mistake waiting so long.

He’s on his knees when he takes your legs and drapes them on either side of his hips; this time he doesn’t hesitate in slipping his finger into your cunt. You nearly see stars just from that and if one finger is any indication, you’re in for it. Slowly, he adds another, his hand pumping into you in a steady rhythm. You’re grabbing for the ground, grabbing for him as a strangled noise pushes from your throat. He reaches out with his other hand to splay it across your sternum and it’s the only thing anchoring you as he adds the third finger before scooting down to put his mouth on your clit.

“ Kiri,” you keen, shoving your hips into his touch, frantically scrabbling for his wrist that’s on your chest just to have something to hold on to. He’s done this before, he’s had to. He’s too good. Too fucking good. Already there’s coiling in your gut as incomprehensible words tumble from your mouth. “Shit. Shit. Kiri I’m--I’m gonna--” He rumbles approvingly against your clit; the vibrations send you closer and closer to the edge and when it crests, your back arches near pain as you cry out, your voice echoing in the gym. It’s deep, roaring through all of your limbs but Kiri keeps going, fingers still pumping, tongue still swirling around your sensitive nub.

Another orgasm breaks over you sharp and quick and the overstimulation has your legs quaking as your arousal gushes over Kiri’s hand and tongue. But then he’s moving again, and you’re blearily aware that he’s shoving his own shorts and boxers past his hips to free his cock. You stare as it bounces back to sit near the planes of his stomach; it’s already leaking steadily with precum. Kiri looks back at you and when your eyes meet, you dart your tongue out between your lips to wet them. Another time, maybe.

Kiri leans forward to lift you up and the closer you get you can barely see any red in his eyes; his pupils are blown, his nostrils flared as he lifts you like you weigh nothing . He could snap you like a twig. But he won’t. You know without a doubt this is the safest you’ve ever felt, even as he lowers you slowly over his cock and it does feel like you’re being split .

“ Fuuuck…” You wrap your legs around him, your mouth dropped open, your hands gripping his shoulders. You try not to dig your nails in but it’s almost impossible with how you’re being filled. You knew Kiri was big but this was almost too much. His forehead drops to yours as he pants. But he’s not moving, won’t move until you tell him to. It makes your heart ache and your cunt floods, drunk on the affection thrumming through your veins. You roll your hips experimentally and the friction is bliss. “Oh fuck, ohfuck.” You move again, pushing yourself up and back down, listening to the hitch in his breathing. “ Kiri, please, ” you whisper. Those words… they’re enough.

Kirishima grips you by the hips, his fingers splayed and digging into the flesh; it’ll leave bruises and the knowledge cracks through you like electricity. Let him leave marks. Let him leave them everywhere. He’s moving you up and down his cock, grunting, mumbling. “Tell me, Kiri, tell me.” His eyes meet yours again and his own mouth drops open.

“Fuck, you’re so good. S’ tight. Jesus, I-- ” Kiri moves his hands from your hips to support you as he lays you down on the floor of the gym. The idea should be questionable but it’s not, it’s fucking not and you can’t concentrate on any other thoughts when Kiri grabs your wrists and pins them gently above your head with one hand while the other comes back to your hip. He thrusts into you at a brutal pace but… it feels like home and you think in that moment as your cunt begins to seize around his cock that you would give up forever to continue touching him.

“Yes, Kiri, yes. Right there, right--shit yesyes yes. ” He pistons up, the veins of his cock rubbing just right and when he releases the grip on your hands, they’re moving to wrap around him on instinct. He’s planting kisses along your jaw, mouthing up to your lips and back down to graze his teeth over your pulse point. “Do it, fuckin’ do it, let them know ‘m yours, ” you slur and when he bites down you crash over the edge on a groan that’s really more of a scream. Everything goes black but you're cradling him to you as his movements become more erratic. The snapping of his hips is getting sloppier by the second and a steady growl punches from his lungs with each breath. “Cum, Kirishima, cum inside me.”

He’s never heard those words before and it lights a fire in his veins. His head is buzzing and then he can’t hear anything as his cock releases and he’s spurting searing hot ropes of cum into your cunt. He goes until you’ve milked every last drop from him and he’d be lying if he said his world didn't suddenly feel whole. Finally, his body settles and his chest drops to yours. Everything slowly bleeds back into focus and somehow, everything seems more colorful than it did moments before. You’re still clinging to him.

“Kiri. Kiri, babe, I can’t breathe,” you say and he slowly rises, taking in your blissed-out expression. Your eyes can barely stay open, your cheeks are flushed. He backs up to see his handiwork on display, hyper-focused on the trail of the mingling cum dripping from the mess of your sex. But you’re smiling. Lazy and tired, completely at ease. “Wanna take a shower?” When you nod he doesn’t hesitate in standing to kick his underwear and shorts the rest of the way off his legs and then he’s grabbing you, scooping you into his arms and against his chest. He pads out of the gym and across the hall to his bathroom where he deposits you on your feet, only after he’s sure you can stand and only long enough to turn the shower head-on.

He puts his hand under the water, waiting for it to get warm. Steam billows from behind the glass door when he’s turning back to you to remove your tank top and your sports bra. Thank god you chose the front-closure one today; you didn’t think either one of you wanted to struggle to get one up over your head right now. When your breasts spill out of the high-impact fabric, you notice with tender amusement that his cock is half-hard again. His eyes go dark again and he leans in for a kiss. But it's slow and sweet.

"You're so fuckin' beautiful," he whispers. He ignores his arousal, ushering you into the stream of water. Your care is the only thing that matters to him right now. The heat slides across your body, and when Kirishima steps up behind you and begins soaping up your shoulders, it feels like heaven .

You take turns washing each other until you’re both blissed out in a different kind of way and the only thing either one of you can think about is sleep. But the afterglow is fading and doubt is creeping in. When you step out of the water, you stand awkwardly as Kiri hands you a towel. “You okay?” He’s actually concerned and you can’t put your finger on why you’re so fucking grateful for it.

“Yea, just tired. I should, uh, probably get going.” Kiri freezes and you think you’ve said something wrong, already crossed a line. Your brain is like a broken record as the stomach-curdling image of having to see him at the agency flashes across your eyes in vivid detail. But then he’s stepping into your space and pulling you in for a hug. A hug.

“Don’t go,” he whispers into the crown of your head and it has you smiling like an idiot against his chest. His skin smells clean and warm with a hint of spice. You bury your face further in as you nod against him. Then he’s leading you to his room, to the king-sized bed. He peels back the comforter and the white sheets and pulls you in beside him. Your back is against him and he hooks his foot around your ankles, bringing you even closer.

He doesn’t say anything more, just lets out a huge sigh as he wraps his arm around you. The last thing you notice before your eyes flutter shut is how your heartbeats are thumping at the same steady rhythm.

Late afternoon sunlight slants in Kirishima’s bedroom window, creating interesting patterns across his blanket. It’s pushed towards the end of the bed, your legs intertwined and tangled in the sheets. He’s still dozing, his breathing not quite that of someone sleeping but not of a person fully awake. You reach out to cup his cheek, stroke above his eyebrows, caress his lips with your thumb. A contented sigh leaves his chest as he grabs your hand and kisses your wrist. His eyes are open now and he watches you. You smile at him, snuggling closer, not wanting the moment to end.

“Hey,” he says quietly, suddenly serious. “I just want you to know, I don’t do this all the time. I mean, I’ve been with other people before but I don’t… I don’t really hook up .” Things start clicking into place as you realize what he’s trying to get across. He just fucked you stupid in his personal gym and somehow he looks bashful. And because you love it, you’re not going to help him along. You just watch, biting your lip to keep from giggling. “I just. I guess what I’m trying to say is I like you. I’ve liked you for a long time. And normally I would have wined and dined you first but... Well. Here we are. Would you like to stay for dinner?”

That’s the last straw; your laughter comes bubbling out of you and Kiri is leaning back to look at you with a quizzical expression on his face. “Is something funny?” That just makes you laugh a little harder but the confused look he’s wearing has you leaning in to press your lips against his.

“I’ve liked you from the first day I met you, Kiri. I’ll one-up your offer and tell you that I might like to stay forever.” A grin rips across his face and your heart blooms with warmth and affection. The world seems full of possibilities but none of them matter except for the possibility laying right in front of you.

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