#I will always keep in my heart what a good trio they were. love them really muchđ
Sleep nonnie again. Is it okay if I go by đŚđ˛ its easier.
Anyways I think it would be a funny scenario if you suggest to the op boys to keep their hands warm by putting them between your thighs. I know some boys would just get a heart attack if you suggest that and get a cute blush
say whAT NOW?? NONNIE HELLO AND WELCOME BACK!! (dm me so that we can be friends ur fic ideas are so out of pocket i love it);
also, gonna add ace cause i see many ace thirsties out there ;)
let me warm you up ft. the monster trio//ace!
luffy:
đwhen he agreed to this, he didn't know just what kind of uncharted territory he was entering. he was simply not prepared. you had given him such a soft smile, taking his hands into yours as gingerly, "luff, are you cold?"
he had nodded a mindless yes because you were crossing a terribly cold patch of the sea and his hands were freezing. but then held his hand a bit tighter and whispered, "i can warm them up for you. if you like?"
he was too drunk on the idea to see the mischievous glint in your eyes and the way you spurred him on with your honey-like voice.
đso now, he sat in front of you, eyes blown wide and lips trembling as his hands rested between your plush thighs. you had squeezed your thighs shut around his restless hands, claiming that it'll get him warm in little to no time.
but god, this was hard (much like something else) and he was trying his best to keep his fingers still and not do anything hasty, like digging it into your soft flesh and relishing in the way your body molded to his touches. or by trailing his hand a bit upwards and seeing the way you react.
đ"luffy??" you called out and captain shook his head as he crawled out of that daze like state, "y-yeah?"
"you okay?" you mumbled, voice far too gentle. you fucking minx. "you seem like you're losing your mind."
good catch! because he was. luffy abruptly pulled his hands backwards lest he do something that truly made him lose his sanity. he scrambled off of your bed, heading out the door into the chilly deck in long, skitterish steps.
"where ya going?" you called after him but he rushed out, yelling after himself, "JUST GONNA WARM UP WITH USSOP INSTEAD BYE"
did ussop have better thighs than you? you may never know.
zoro:
đzoro was very stupid, very. he was not the smartest tool in the shed when it came to love or crushes or dating or cooking food or social cues or emotional intelligence orâ i should stop before this turns into zoro slander [i promise i love him].
but now, the bounty hunter sat with his face flushed and hands tucked between your soft, malleable thighs.
he was smarter than this, truly. he knew that when you suggested that he looked cold and you can warm him up, he was supposed to say "fuck no, get out." because having a crush on you was embarrassing enough on it's own. but you had given him such a gut-wrenching, pleading look. your eyes saddened and your lips fell into a pout and oh god, what was he, if not the man who would let you ruin him?
đever since he was a child, zoro had always known that he would die a noble swordman's death. he would die fighting, brave, courageous, unafraid. now, he was sure he'd die from the way you squirmed and pressed your thighs shut.
"quit movin'" he grunted, looking away from you as your stared at him. but you tucked your arms against your chest and the soft swell of your tits fell forward towards him so deliciously. he must have lost focus and let his gaze travel against your body cause you coughed, drawing his attention back to your face, "quit starin'."
he pulled his hands back, ears going red and heart faltering. he should really stop before he gave into the temptations and pinned you to the mattress toâ
his voice pitched up, "i-i'm going back to my room, bye."
"zoro?!" you called after the swordsman as he ran out, "BUT THIS IS YOUR ROOM, WHERE ARE YOU GOING??"
[spoiler: he went to chopper and crushed herbs to make medicine. he wanted to get rid of some of that tension but he failed. because he put the pressure too hard and the china dish in which he was crushing the leafy herbs broke, and now chopper was hitting him square in his head, talking about how important it was to be precise in medicine and how zoro will never make a good doctor.
"stop hitting meâ OW"
"what KIND OF A DOCTOR ARE YOU?"
"IM A SWORDSMAN!"
"YEAH CAUSE YOU CANNOT BE A DOCTOR!"]
sanji:
đbreath in, breathe out. breathe in, breathe out. breath in, breath outâ
"sanji?" you asked, a tinge of worry at his almost fainting figure, "are you okay?!"
"my love, darling, sugar pieâ" the man caught his tongue between his teeth, trying to stop his head from spinning. the floor seem to sway under him, the lights seemed too bright. was he flying or was it the blood rush?? "what did you just ask me?"
you look down at the kitchen floor, mumbling with a bashful smile, "if your hands are cold...i can warm them up."
his heart quickened as did his fingers. he chopped the bell pepper so hastily that you were sure you saw sparks flying. "and how would you do that?"
"you can keep them between my thighs, if you like?" you looked up, "OH MY GOD SANJI YOUR NOSEâ"
đi hate to cut the story short but sanji 100% fainted and you had to catch him before he fell face-forward into the pot with boiling water on the stove. sorry, he gets no bitches :(
but you did look after him on the bedside and let him eventually touch your thighs so... idk, a win is a win!!!
["so, is he like dead?" zoro had asked, uninterested, as you hauled the cook's figure outside the kitchen. you were dragging him to his room as the rest of the crew trailed you. they had heard your shriek and came spilling into the kitchen to see what the fuss was about.
"did you give him a hug?" nami asked, amused.
"hug's too much." ussop snickered, "she probably smiled at him."
sanji whipped his head dangerously to glare at them, "i can hear you. and i will be poisoning your food." he looked back at you, "oh don't you worry, im still fainted."
he closed his eyes, letting his forehead fall on your shoulder. you smiled to yourself, making a note to warm him up later]
ace:
đ§Ątruthfully, how do you ask a man made of literal fire if you can "warm him up"???
you must have not thought you plan through because you had stood in his room a bit tipsy, locked the door behind you and asked a boy [who was always shirtless cause he was so warm] that question.
"huh?" ace's eyes widened in pleasant surprise. he stood up to walk towards you, "what is that about? you wanna warm me up?"
"NO!" you bit your cheek when you realized the implications of your words, "i was joking, obviously."
"awh, i do love when you humor me." he quipped, "it's kinda cute."
"shut up." you glared at him but he gave you an earnest smile back, "if you're cold, you could have just told me." he set his finger ablaze, acting suave, "see, i can warm you up."
"you wanna set me on fire?" you seethed.
"no?!"
"why did you light your fingers on fire?!"
"YOU ASKED A MAN MADE OF FIRE IF YOU CAN WARM HIM UP? DONT ASK ME QUESTIONS?!"
"i'm drunk" you mumbled. after a beat you looked down at the floor, "and... i'm kinda cold."
portagas d. ace just smiled, shrugging in mock nonchalance, "we can cuddle, if you like. i've been told i'm a pretty great heater."
you laughed, "hah, hotshot."
ace gave you a wicked grin, "how drunk are you?"
"not nearly enough."
just saying, portagas d ace was better than just a "pretty great heater." he was a pretty great fu-
a/n: i love writing stupid things so much. it makes me so happy because i'm a stupid little girl giggling and typing on her laptop when she should be doing work.
tagging the ever lovelies: @bokutosbiceps (resident luffy enjoyer) and @help-i-lost-my-sock (resident ace enjoyer). if you wanna be added to the tag list, please let me know (//tell me your preferences and i'd tag you in those fics)!
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Hello! I'm so happy I found your blog! I like your story, the way you write it! And itâs so easy for me to imagine my OC with your story, because our OCs are a little similar, only my character is something like a god/demon of death, a little more cold and his pets are snakes))
Sooooo... Sorry for taking a lot of time with my character đ
the request for headcanons is haulian x reader and how will Xie Lian and Hua Cheng react if the reader feels like the third wheel in their trio and become a little bit distant because want to give them some space? (I have the idea in my head that the reader is basically like your OC, i like him soooooo much)
Sorry if it's not clear, English is not my native language. And if you don't like the idea, just ignore it))
Closing The Distance
Hua Cheng x M!Reader x Xie Liam
I'm so happy you like my writing and I love to hear about your OC so don't worry. I'm happy our OC's are so similar đĽ°đ¤
I like writing stories with my headcanons soooo bare with me, bear with me???
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You've been distant. Well you've never reached out to people before this either, but you're more distant than usual.
Xie Lian and Hua Cheng noticed immediately.
How you start declining things, how you just sit to the side, you don't talk much, You let them sleep alone, eat dinner alone.
You stop being near them. The kisses you give dwindle down to nothing and the words "I love you" have been reserved.
They haven't a clue why. Xie Lian and Hua Cheng have tried to think of every reasonable possibility but don't know why
Why would you want to be alone when it's supposed to be the three of you together?
It gets to the point where they have to visit you instead of the other way around. Paradise Manor, and Puqi shrine is all of your homes but you don't show up to either one anymore.
You're hiding away at your own place and they just don't know what to do
It really breaks Xie Lian's heart because you've been by his side all these years why do you want to leave now?
Hua Cheng is equally devastated. He would do anything for you and Xie Lian but you're pulling away.
The two can only think that maybe you just don't love them anymore, maybe you're tired of them?
You would never do that though
Xie Lian doesn't like it and neither does Hua Cheng. They intend to get to the bottom of it because they love you.
They would try to give you space but when it seems to only make it worse they don't stop bothering you
That's what it seems like you need, to be bothered.
Xie Lian keeps asking, and caring for you
Hua Cheng gets insecure. He knows he's good that Xie Lian loves him but do you? You aren't disgusted by him are you? Contrary to popular belief ghost kings get insecure too
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You are pathetic, at least you feel like you are. Hiding away like a bug under a rock. You don't know when it started and you couldn't control it when it got out of hand. It's nothing against Xie Lian and Hua Cheng, you love them dearly. But the problem you have feels like a problem you can't even bring up. You don't want to hurt them.
Would you hurt them more by bringing it up or staying hidden?
So you've been... Lying here. Bed rotting. If you can even call it that. You're actually just lying under a rock. Very literally. You're hanging out in a small cave. It's nothing you aren't used to you used to do it with Xie Lian all the time.
You could've gone to the heavens and hidden up there but you don't have friends. You have Feng Xin, and Mu Qing but you know they would snitch on you if it came to Xie Lian. So here you are under a rock. Overthinking.
You always overthink, it's why you left in the first place. You also felt selfish. It's hard to see Xie Lian and Hua Cheng together. You love them both, honest! But what do they even need you for? They look perfect without you, like they were made to just have each other. You felt like you were getting in the way, or like a third wheel.
You know they love you too but... It feels so difficult to be included. When Hua Cheng first showed up he immediately was able to take Xie Lian's side and help him with missions. Which was fine you guys needed the extra help anyways but then you learned their pasts. They're just so intertwined with each other
Hua Cheng built temples for Xie Lian, released 3,000 lanterns, built statues, fought in war, challenged 33 gods, cut out his eye, and died 3 times for him, and broke his shackles! What could you possibly add to the relationship. No one could care for Xie Lian better than Hua Cheng.
Xie Lian saved Hua Cheng when he was a child, and stayed with Wu Ming. Gave him a coral pearl, and red string. What have you done?
All the heavens talk about is Xie Lian and Hua Cheng. The ghost realm is the same. You were never a prominent figure so people forget you're even there. They don't even know you're their lover too.
So yes it's hard, and maybe it's selfish that you want to feel more included when they already spoil you when anything you could ask for. Which is why you're hiding in a small, dumb cave. You eventually fall asleep to the pitter, patter of rain.
When you wake up you aren't under a rock anymore. You're in bed. In red sheets, in a red room, red, red, red. You're at paradise manor. You wouldn't mind that if you weren't actively avoiding your lovers. You sit straight up in bed and before you can tumble out Xie Lian is at your bedside. He's frowning and has this worried look in his eyes that makes you feel guilty.
"Where have you been, y/n?" You look away and shrug. "In the cave you found me in" your lips wobble a little. You don't know what to say. What excuse could you use this time? You pick at a loose piece of thread on the blanket and notice that Hua Cheng isn't in the room with you two. ". . . Where's San Lang?"
"A-Lang" Xie Lian interrupts you and his hand finds yours "You've always called him A-Lang"
You want to crinkle under his piercing gaze. "Where's A-Lang?" You whisper glancing back at the blanket.
"Standing outside the room. Baobei why have you been avoiding us?" Xie Lian turns your gaze back to him.
"I-I just was dealing with my own issues" Your hands fist in the blankets and your eyes get watery just thinking about how selfish you've been.
Xie Lian's hand caresses your cheek, "Our issues. We can help you if you tell us."
You bite your lips and bring your hand up trying to wipe your tears before they get the chance to stream down your face. "It's selfish" you spit, venom covers your tongue. "It was a pathetic reason, really. I just was overthinking and I felt like. . . A third wheel. It's not a big deal though" You glare at the blanket. Your anger of course isn't directed at them but at yourself. Xie Lian knows this too.
"A third wheel, how come?" He runs his fingers through your hair. Him and Hua Cheng have tried everything to include you so how could one feel left out?
"It's my own fault, I just don't feel like I have anything to add. I've nothing to offer. I've done nothing compared to you two" You're completely useless like always.
Xie Lian's questioning is interrupted when the door slams open. You both jump when Hua Cheng storms in and grabs a hold of your face. He would never hurt you, you all know this. "Nothing to offer? Just who are you talking about right now?" He frowns at you with furrowed brows. "I don't think we're seeing the same person." He doesn't let you divert your gaze keeping you there.
Hua Cheng knows what you're feeling, your insecurities stemming all from feeling useless. He knows how it is. "You have everything to offer and even if you didn't we would love you anyways. You don't have to add anything y/n, you can just be" he frowns and sits on the bed.
"I think you're going blind in your other eye. I really don't have anything" you blink away tears. "This one offers so much and he doesn't even know, he's done so much for the two of us and doesn't remember. Right gege?" Hua Cheng looks at his other husband for approval and Xie Lian nods.
"This one is a heavenly official. You have to work hard to become a god in the upper court" Xie Lian adds. You scoff though. "That's not what I'm talking about, I-I haven't done anything for the two of you"
Hua Cheng wants to shake you in a jar. "You have though!" Now he's yelling and Hua Cheng doesn't yell only when it comes to the two of you. "Who's rayed by Xie Lian all these years protecting him when I was lost? You did! Who took care of Hong er when Gege's other servants wouldn't dare touch him? You did. Who gave a mongrel child their family heirloom because he had sympathy and was kind? You did!" Hua Cheng holds your face in his hands still.
"You work so hard, and have gone through so much just like the rest of us and yet you still worry about others still!"
"every night this one takes care of us and helps Gege make dinner. Every day this one protects us, every day this one thinks of us and gives his best for us!"
Hua Cheng gives endless reasons small to large. You're crying in his hands and Hua Cheng wipes them away for you.
"No one is allowed to insult my lovers, even if they're doing it themselves" Hua Cheng finishes and kisses your forehead. Xie Lian is smiling and he kisses your forehead too.
"Don't run from us anymore, you can tell us what you're thinking anytime. Me and San Lang have no problem giving you the reassurance you need" he hums and joins you two in bed. All three of you cuddle for the rest of the night and the two practically suffocate you, not allowing you to leave bed. But you love them and would gladly lie here tangled in their limbs.
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I hope y'all like it! Also ignore my grammar mistakes guys I always have some. đ¤
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Good morning!!!! I love your blog so much!!!!đđŤśđž Your writing is amazing???
Baby daddy Choso????
thank you so much!!! but thanks for requesting this fren bc i love this so muchđ¤
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cw: pnv, unprotected sex, oral (f + m receiving), choking (f+m receiving), spit kink, choso calls reader; 'baby' and 'baby girl', this man is a masochist lowkey, yeah this is a lil nasty
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your twins loved their dad; excited feet would scamper their way to your bedroom, three hours earlier than usual, every friday because they knew itâd be the day theyâd see him. and you guys had a routine: you got them ready in the morning, took them to school, then chosoâd pick them up, and they'd be his for the weekend.
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and, during those 48 hours, there was no beach far enough, nor park busy enough, for choso because he would take his girls wherever they wanted to go. every week, pinkie promises to not tell you about staying up later than rules would allow were made between the trio. then, come sunday morning, the girls would be impatiently jumping into your arms, as soon as you opened your doorâusually with some playful change in their appearances. yet this particular one would cause your forehead to crease in confusion,
âwhat's on my daughter's face?â, youâd ask, once the girls were of earshot. immediately, choso knew what you were talking about but heâd play dumb just to irk you.
âeyes, eyelashes, eyebroââ, heâd start listing, and youâd interrupt him.
âno, dickhead, the thing over her noseâ, you clarified and heâd inwardly rejoice at his success at annoying you.
âoh. she saw my tattoo and said she wanted one, so i just got her a little temporary oneâ, heâd explain, eyes trained on the twins as he waved back at them while they ran around the house.
âand when she wants it for real?â, youâd poke at his chest, and his hand would rise to hold the spot your fingertip had touched as he faked a pained expression.
âi don't know how reckless you think i am, but i'm not gonna tattoo a six year oldâ, heâd scoff, but his amusement would fall to flatten quite quickly.
as hard as choso tried to fan the hurt fogging his mind, it just wouldnât leave him. choso could be denounced for his work over, and over, again and heâd bounce back because he was so confident and sure of his abilities. but jabs at his skills as a father never failed to pinch at his heart. people would spend an hour with him, then start to question his parenting abilities based off the way he looked and his reserved manner. the prickling in his chest didnât come from insecurity, but from sensitivity to reminders of the same baseless assumption. especially coming from someone he deemed to be the perfect parent,
âwhy do you keep doing that?â, heâd look at you earnestly, and confusion would force your eyebrows together.
âdoing what?â,
âmaking me out to be this bad influence.â,
âmaybe itâs because you run around with cancer sticks behind your earsâ, you pulled the cigarette from behind his ear, and shoved it in his pocket.
âaside from that. you treat me like i'm gonna corrupt the girls.â, he paused, âyou treat me the way your parents treated meâ, due to his appearance and impassive demeanour, most people around you had opposed your relationship with choso. your friends warned heâd be a terrible father, and your parents mistook how reserved he was for coldness, and arrogance. outwardly, he seemed inattentive, rude, and aloof but choso didnât care because the most important people in his life understood him. he was his daughtersâ best friend, protector, and joint number one on their list of favourite princesses to join their tea partiesâthe other being you.
no matter how many years passed, youâd always love choso. though you werenât together anymore, the need to defend him against those who misunderstood him had never dissipated. so to hear that you had become one of the people you had spent almost a decade trying to quieten, lunged your heart into your throat.
âchoso, i'm so sorry. i didn't know i was beingââ, youâd start to apologise, but youâd be quickly interrupted. penitence sunk all your features in a way choso couldnât ignore; he knew you had no malintent with your words, and he didnât want you to beat yourself up over it.
ânah, it's cool.â, he waved you off, âi get it, but you know me. you know i love them to death and i'd never encourage anything that i knew would hurt them. but anyways, i guess i'll go now, i'll see you on fridaââ, heâd been stood in the doorway and, as he began to step backwards to leave, your hands would clasp one of his. heâd be visibly surprised, but his feet would still be ladened to their spot.
âlet me make it up to youâ, you'd propose, and intrigue would raise chosoâs eyebrow.
youâd always known there were benefits to your best friend being your neighbour, and today would be the day youâd reap one of them. after instructing choso to sit and wait on the couch, youâd gather the girlsâ stuff and take them next door. youâd come back to choso still sat where you had left him, legs spread and large hand dwarfing his phone. the urge to jump on his dick right then and there was stronger than you wouldâve liked, but youâd keep composed. even under his fervent glare as he watched you take your shoes off. thereâd be a moment of waiting once your eyes met, then youâd beckon for him to follow you. chosoâs curiosity was eating away at him, but if thereâs one thing he had learnt during your time together it was that he was not to question your plans. even as he realised you were leading him to your bedroom, heâd just scoff to himself and continue trailing you.
once at the door, youâd open it and hold it for him to go in. and, chuckling, heâd enter the room, chills already running down his spine at the way those four walls boxed him into your scent, and swathed him in it. his back being turned to you allowed choso to shamelessly close his eyes, and take it all in. heâd only be brought back to reality by the clicking of the door lock.
âthe fuck are you doing?â, he laughed as he turned around.
âmaking it up to you, now sit.â, he'd raise his hands in surrender, before heâd sit on the edge of the bed, eyes narrowed as he watched you saunter your way towards him.
one thing led to another, and you went from kissing and licking at choso's bulge through his boxers to having his dick throat deep inside you. during your relationship, head had been one of chosoâs favourite things. heâd even claimed that, had your pussy not been so good, heâd like head more than sex. there were never enough words to explain it but, to him, there was nothing that drove him crazier than the sight of your eyelashes batting up at him as you took all of him into your mouth, nose tickling his pelvic bone. and, busy with his tattoo studio, choso didn't have a lot of time to date so he couldn't remember the last time he felt a woman's throat enclose around his tip the way yours did. his toes were damn near gripping at the carpet through his socks, as his fingers dug into the duvet. though their one wish was to be entangled in your tresses, scratching at your scalp when you swallowed around him, choso hadnât forgotten that the reason you had asked him to drop the girls off two hours later than usual, was because you were getting your hair done. so he'd refrain for an entire two seconds, fingers contracting around nothing, before he'd just ask,
âcan i putâfuckâmy hands in your hâshit, y/nâhairâ. and another low âshitâ would leave his lips when you'd pull him out of your mouth to show him the lewd mix of your saliva and his precum leaking out your lips.
ââf you fuck it up, then you gotta pay for me to get it redoneâ, you tilted your head to run his length against you lips, and chosoâs hands were on your head immediately.
âyes, maâamâ, he moaned out.
though you had been broken up for five years, the mutual sexual attraction between you two had never dwindled, so you two fucking post-breakup was inevitable. that being said, choso hadn't nutted in you in almost two years and he didnât want the first time in 24 months to be in your mouth. thatâs what his heart wanted, but his body would have other plans. head wasnât just about the feeling for choso, the man loved a performance. knowing this, youâd pull him out of your mouth to allow a string of spit and precum hang from your lips, letting it land on his length again just so you could use it as lube to stroke him a few more times.
âyou canât do shit like that, y/n, iâll nuââ, his strained voice tried to explain, but itâd be cut short by more of your antics. one second your lips would be around his balls, then the next they'd be damn near touching his pelvic bone, as you took him into your throat again. he'd raise his hand to place it on your forehead,
âw-wait, y/n i'm gonnaâfuckfuckfuckfuckâbaby, wait i'm gonna cumâ, he'd warn, but you'd just take that as a signal to keep hallowing your cheeks and taking him into your throat. the pleasure delayed his reflexes, so choso wouldnât be fast enough in pulling his dick from your mouth; most of his nut would be inside it and, as you let his dick slip from your lips, heâd get some on your cheek, chin and nose too. the tip of your middle finger would collect some of it, and put it in your mouth, eyes locked with his as you did so.
âi forgot how fucking nasty you areâ, he'd chuckle before flopping backwards to face the ceiling, as he just laid on his back.
chosoâs love for head wasnât limited to just receiving, because one of his lifeâs finest pleasures resided between your legs.
âi just need to get you ready fâr me, babyâ, would be his response when you told him he didnât need to reciprocate. but the truth was, choso luxuriated in the way you grabbed at his hair and closed your thighs around his headâthe near suffocation was the closest to heaven he thought heâd ever get. he loved the way your body didn't know what to do with itself, squirming underneath the cold metal of his tongue, and lip, piercing. yet, nothing could dethrone the way the warmth of your thighs taking away all his air made his dick twitch. he'd enjoy the gratifying discomfort they brought, before he'd force your legs open again,
âyou taste so fucking good, baby, i don't know how i went without this for so longâ, he'd say when he came back up for a breath. his fingertips would dig into your thighs as he placed your legs on his shoulders. fingertips would soon be substituted for large palms, as choso pushed the flesh together to basically cut off his air supply. it felt sick to admit, but he loved the feeling of you essentially choking him out.
choso hadn't intended on eating you out until you came, but once heâd started, he couldn't stop. heâd lost track of time and then, all of a sudden, the feeling of your nails on his scalp was harsher. and if he wasnât relishing in the feeling, eyes fluttering shut in enjoyment, he mightâve noticed that you were about cum a lot sooner. but heâd only catch on when your babbles became more coherent,
âchos-so, i'm-m cumming, shitâ, you'd say, and when his brain finally processed those words, it'd be too late because he'd have your release all over him.
for a few moments, the only sounds audible in your room were your heavy breathing and the sound of choso licking your arousal off his fingers. the glisten of the inside of your thighs would catch his attention, and heâd move to remove them of their shimmer. the feeling of the metal on your skin would coax a jolt out of you, before youâd be backing away from his mouth to sit up and face him. the man looked depraved; hair a mess, and face shining, as he just smirked at you.
the shirt covering your top half would be off, as well as chosoâs shirt and boxers. and, seeing your bare body for the first time in years was having visible effects on chosoâhe was stunned.
âwowâ, he said, in a whisper, reaching to hold you but youâd pushed his shoulder.
âwhat?â, you giggled, and he just shook his head so as to not make you feel embarrassed.
âno, i justâŚi forgot how beautiful you areâ,
âshut up, bruhâ, you'd playfully roll your eyes, before pulling at chosoâs arm to switch your positions. his interest would be piqued yet again, and you'd quell it with a sloppy kiss to his lips. youâd mount choso to sit at the bottom of his abdomen, and his hands landed on your hips. they'd help you ride the ridges of his toned stomach, taking note of how you moaned into his mouth as your juices smeared all over his lower torso.
you'd soon shift yourself, sliding down his length and choso wouldnât be able to see much of it because his eyes rolled to shut once he felt you wrap around him. hands placed on his broad chest, you'd move up and down on him and his tatted fingers would dig into your hips. chosoâs pleasure was visceral, and he almost wanted it to stop before he got too attached and refused to let it end as he had many times before. when you and choso fucked, you did so for hours because you were both relentless. yet, as good as this felt, choso was ashamed to admit that something was missing.
âthis is all for me, right?â, he'd ask breathily, hands stilling you. itâd be hard to formulate thought, because you were just paused with his dick deep inside you. but you'd manage a shabby attempt at a nod.
âwell, can youâŚâ, chosoâd pause, eyes wandering around the bed, and his uncertainty would make you anxious. when it came to sex, you two had always been honest, and open to try anything. so if it made him cautious, then it was one of two things; something heâd been wanting for a while, or something completely left field.
âcould you choke me?â, he'd ask, and your once lidded eyes would be widely staring back at him.
âlikeâŚ?â, you'd raise your hand, and both of his would engulf it, leading it to his neck.
âthis.â, he looked you in your eyes, and your hand grew firmer, âand just keep it thereâ, he'd instruct, and you'd nod, before starting to move again.
though new to you, you began seeing the appeal of choking choso very quickly. mainly because of the way his eyelids would flutter, as his eyes rolled to shut, just by virtue of feeling your hand on his neck. not to mention the way his hips would move on their own to rut into you, every time your thumb and middle finger tightened around his throat. he may have been larger than you in stature, but choso was completely under your control. both the tightness of your walls, and the feeling of your hand around his neckâsweat making it hard for you to move while maintaining a secure grip on himâwas making him delirious. and he never wanted it to stop.
choso's mouth was making any noise it could muster to express how good he was feeling. he went from quietly cursing under his breath, to just shouting cuss words at you. you weren't far from your nut either; due to both the view and the way his dickâs chase for more pleasure, made choso fuck into you harder. the feeling made your thighs weaken but, ultimately, choso would be the first to let go,
âwhere dâyou want it?â, he asked, and your hand would remain on his neck as you leaned down to speak to him.
ânut in me, chosoâ, youâd whine, lips latching onto his neck to kiss it. the combination of the sultriness of your voice and your lips attacking the most sensitive spot on his neck, wouldâve been enough but choso completely lost it when heâd feel a sting as you marked his skin. he'd cum underneath you, hips stuttering upwards to prolong the pleasure he was feeling. all choso could do was cuss, and dig his trimmed fingernails into you before just laying there, a shell of his former self.
you'd be riding him for a few more minutes, before chosoâs control of his limbs would return to him, then heâd have you laid underneath him. no further words would be exchanged before he was slamming into you, silver chains dangling in your face and his hand on your throat, as he fucked you with vigor. as amazing as the opposite had felt, choso much preferred this version of things. he preferred looking down at you as your eyes fluttered and rimmed with salty displays of euphoria, heâd even lean down to lick one as it ran down the side of your cheek. choso indulged in the way you'd grab his forearm as strong as you could, sanguine crescents colouring in the empty spaces in his tattoos. he'd lean down to suck on your nipples, nipping at them just so he could hear the raising in pitch your moans and whines would do when that sensation coursed through you. his eyes would flicker down to the white froth collecting at the base of his dick, as his nut was pushed out of you with his every thrust.
âyou're doing this all for me, right?â, he'd ask, and you'd nod, âthis fucked out all for me. taking this dick so good just for meâ, he'd say, lips once again around your nipples.
choso wasn't letting up; his pace was merciless, as he fucked you dumb. most times you had fucked, choso would slow down, or pull out, when that familiar constriction of your walls told him you were close. he'd do it until you were crying and begging underneath him, voice growing excrutiatingly hoarse. but, seeing as you already had tears in your eyes, he'd only do it once before he'd just maintain a harsh rhythm as you came around him.
âchoso, fffuckâ, you cried out, but he'd just keep going. his eyes were so focused on the silhouette of his dick moving in and out of you, as your stomach contracted, that he'd lost all sight of where he was. you could've told choso he was jupiter and the man would've believed you. he couldn't even remember why you guys had started fucking in the first place, all he knew was that he didn't want to stop. to choso, thinking about anything that wasnât you was a waste of brain power. so he'd turn his brain off and let his body do whatever it wanted to. even if it meant overstimulation for the both of you.
your third nut would be pretty imminent, seeing as choso literally would not stop moving inside of you. but it'd be unlike the others,
âchoso, g-gimme a s-secondâ, you'd say, and he'd shake his head because he knew what you were doing. choso knew your body, and he knew it well; he knew what you were trying to prevent well enough to know that it was the very thing he was striving for,
âyou said you doing all this for me, baby.â, he'd remind you, âând i wanna see you make a fucking mess on my dick.â, his words would do nothing but edge you closer to your nut.
âcan you do that fâr me?â, heâd ask, and youâd nod your head.
âjust fâr me?â, heâd ask, voice laboured, âi donât deserve you, babyâ, heâd pout before moving down to connect your lips.
and, under his instruction, youâd just let that funny little feeling near your bladder do whatever it wanted to. one of your hands would be struggling to wrap around chosoâs wrist, while the other would be gripping the sheets for dear life. the hand choso had placed on your neck would remain stagnant, movement only reserved for the other as it moved to your clit. worries about you moving because of how fast, and hard, he was fucking you were nonexistent because the sweat covering your body meant that you were adhered to the fabric underneath you. choso's tatted fingers would rub on your bud until you came on them, practically spraying him with your release.
a low chuckle would leave choso's mouth at the endearing view of you trying to calm your body down. heavy breaths would slither past your lips, but your eyes remained closed. chosoâs hand would plant a light slap to your cheek to wake you back up, but it'd be to no avail. so heâd try once more, this time, grabbing your chin to shake your face until your eyes opened.
âsay âahâ, baby girlâ, he'd ask, and you'd open your mouth as wide as your slack jaw would allow. a line of spit would fall from his lips to your tongue before you'd swallow it, and he'd smirk to himself.
âdidnât even have to tell you what to doâ, heâd snicker, and youâd smile contently up at him. the woman choso was seeing was so unlike the one he had met so many years ago, and he dreaded to think that the sweet glint in your eyes had bittered because of him. however, that dread would quickly fade and, in its place, would be a knowing smirk,
âshit, maybe i am a bad influence.â
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Newcomer (Joel Miller x Reader)
Part Two of Whiskey Tears.
Rated: Angst | Violence | Fluff | Suggestive | Age Gap | Mentions of Assault | Language
Summary: You, Joel, and Ellie have been a trio from the start. You were a family, but you find your relationship with Joel withering when he starts to pull away. Now a new comer makes her way into Jackson and into Joelâs heartâŚ
You were the first one up. It has always been that way with your quiet steps and peaceful mornings filled with silence.
Your favorite part of your new home was your kitchen free from broken cabinets and rusted faucets. Curtesy to Joel of course. It wasnât terribly warn down when we first moved in, some dusty bedding, peeled wallpaper throughout the house, but the kitchen had it worse. You mentioned it once to Joel, wondering how the two of you could bring this kitchen to life. A place where you felt most at peace. You were contempt with what you had of course, working around it as you cooked for your family.
Until one day you walked into your house to find Joel replacing them with ones the he had carved and pieced together himself.
You remember crying and him telling you not to. But how could you not? When the man you hopelessly love does something like that for you?
Joel only knew how to bqq something and Ellie was too impatient to follow directions and so since the beginning you were the designated cook and you were proud of it too.
So to find someone in your kitchen banging your precious cabinets and disrupting the system you had made⌠Well your ears were practically turn red and you swore if anyone would look close enough there would be steam coming out.
But you were an adult person and an adult handles everything with a sense of calm⌠Right?
âIâm sorry but what are you doing?â You asked as you stood in front of the island counter to keep yourself from pouncing on her.
Heather turned around with a startled jump, âOh! Good morning! Donât mind me, Iâm just making breakfast.â
âBreakfast is my thing. Cooking for my family is my thing.â You stated clearly with a sense of calm.
I think Joel would be impressed that I havenât stabbed this lady yet. Iâm being an adult. Thatâs what he wanted right?
âWell I think I can handle the cooking today. Itâs the least I can do.â She stated with an edge to her tone.
Stay calm. Be an adult.
You took in a sharp breath and smile, âBeing as you are a guest in my home, the least you can do is take a seat and let me cook in my kitchen.â
You watched the way she dug her nails into her skin before giving you a sharp nod, âAlright. Then cook.â
âGladly.â You muttered before making yourself at home and cooking Joel and Ellieâs favorites.
Pancakes for Ellie and scrambled eggs with deer bacon for Joel. You didnât have pigs for regular bacon and so this was the next best thing in the apocalypse, that and Joelâs famous deer jerky.
You easily fell into your routine, humming a tune that you created for Ellie one night when she was scared. You didnât care how Heather sat at the island and watched you like a hawk. You did what you did best. You provided for your family.
While the last bits of deer bacon was frying, you started on making the coffee before set the table with the plates and food already prepared. You also made sure to add an extra plate even if you didnât want to.
But you were going to prove to Joel that you were an adult.
The last item left in the kitchen was the deer bacon and as you piled it on a plate you heard Joelâs drawl muttering a good morning and Ellieâs loud yawn in the dining room.
You smiled and filled a mug of coffee for Joel, holding it in one hand while you held the plate of deer bacon in the other.
âYou made this?â Joel asked looking at Heather.
âI did! I wasnât sure what you usually eat for breakfast so I asked your other daughter and she told me pancakes, eggs, and deer bacon is the perfect morning breakfast for everyone.â Heather explained as if it actually happened, she would be convincing to anyone else⌠Anyone who wasnât Ellie that is.
Ellieâs brows furrowed as she stared at the table. It was plated exactly how you would plate it for them each morning. It didnât look new and Ellie knew thatâŚ
âShe did?â Ellie finally asked skeptically.
âYep!â Heather smiled without a hint of guilt.
The way that Heather said such a lie with ease made your blood boil as you stepped into the dining room with a glare directed towards the officially unwelcome newcomer.
âOh! Thank you for being a dear and getting those for me, I couldnât carry everything here on my own.â A sweet smile was planted on Heatherâs face, on that made you scowl.
Who says I have to be calm to be an adult?
You took three steps to the table, standing directly between where she was sitting in your seat once again. You tossed the plate of deer bacon down in front of Joel with a thud before slamming your hand down resonating a loud smack against the wood, coffee mug held tightly in the other hand.
âWhat the hell.â Joel exasperated at watching you loose your temper.
You didnât care about Joelâs opinion of you. Not right now and not with this conniving witch in front of you. Your fury was centered around the horrid lies spilling out of the temptress mouth.
âFirst of all, I am Not his daughter.â I seethed lowly, âSecond. You better tell them the truth before I cram these pieces of deer bacon that I cooked not you, down your throat you lying piece ofââ
âEnough!â Joelâs voice boomed causing you to steady your hand to keep from spilling his coffee.
Your heater gaze quickly flickered to Joel who seemed angry, but not at the person you thought he would be angry with⌠No. his anger was directed towards you.
âWho gives a fuck who made breakfast. Will you stop causing a scene so early in the morning and just sit down?â Joel sighed.
His sigh was clearly directed towards you and you were angry that he couldnât see whatever game Heather was trying to play.
âAre you serious? She is clearly lying to you. How are you not more pissed off about this?â You yelled.
âI donât know what I did wrong, but Iâm sorry if I caused any trouble. If it will make you feel better, I wonât make breakfast again from now on.â Heatherâs voice sounded so fragile that you wanted to smother her with a pillow.
âOh piss off!â You turned towards her, ready to give her a piece of your mind.
âExcuse me? I much older than youââ She began and you cut her off.
âClearly.â You scoffed.
âDear Iâm just trying to help. Maybe your too young to understand that respecting your elders is important so pleaseâ Ouch!â She yelled out in pain.
It all happened so fast. One minute she was talking and the next second you felt a sharp pain in your ankle causing you to spill Joelâs coffee on her arm.
Ellieâs eyes widened, âShit.â
âAre you kidding me right now!â Joelâs voice boomed as got up from his chair.
âIââ You didnât know what to say and apparently Joel didnât want to hear it because he roughly shoved you out of the way to check on Heather.
His shoved made you spill the rest of the coffee over your hands causing you to hiss out in pain.
âAre you okay?â Ellie quickly jumped out of her seat to check on me.
âYes⌠Yes. Iâm fine. Iâ I donât know what happened.â You said quickly as Ellie took the cup from you, âI didnât do it on purpose.â
âIâm going to go get some ice.â She said as she quickly rushed off into the kitchen.
âOw! Ow ow ow. It hurts Joel.â Heather had tears in her eyes and he cleaned off her arm with a towel.
âIâm sorry⌠I really didnât.â You werenât even sure why you were apologizing, but you felt that Joel would be even more pissed at you if your didnât.
âYouâ I canât believe youâ you reckless over excessive little girl.â Joel seethed at you, âDid you know she was constantly burned by the raiders that held her hostage? No. Of course you fucking didnât.â
Ellie stepped in at the moment with ice wrapped in a towel. Joel took it out of her hands and motioned to the door.
âTommyâs waiting for you by the barn to talk you about your new job Ellie.â Joel grunted yet his glare never left your face, âYou should go.â
Ellie looked over to you in concern, âButââ
You shook your head, âItâs okay, go. Iâm fine. I promise.â
Ellie left soon after and an unnerving silence between you and Joel filled the air. Your hands welre turning red because the ice that you needed was currently being used for Heatherâs arm. You felt too ashamed to get another one and too scared to wonder if she had actually kicked you.
You watched Joel, an aching feeling settling in your chest at the way he was attentive to her. The way he held her gently and asked her if her arm was still hurting while you stood behind him cradling your own wounded hands. That made tears draw to your eyes.
âJoelââ You tried to call out to him, but he didnât want to hear any of it.
âYou canât just throw a fucking tantrum whenever you want⌠God⌠I didnât think you were this much of a brat.â He shook his head.
That left a sharp feeling in your chest as your eyes casted down to the floor in shame.
âLeave.â Joel muttered and when you didnât move he raised his voice, âFucking get out of my sight right now!â
That had you running up the stairs and slamming the door to his room. Sobs wracked through your body as you slid to the floor, your blistering hands long forgot as tried to calm yourself down.
âHe thinks I did all of this on purpose? How could he believe her over me? âŚWhy wonât he believe me?â You whispered into the silence.
That sinking feeling however didnât leave your chest. The deep hatred that you felt towards a woman youâve barely known for two days was beginning to boil and you just knew she was up to something.
You angrily wiped away your tears and changed into some warmer clothes. You didnât care about the puffiness under your eyes or your red nose, you could blame that on the weather. After you finished getting ready you went downstairs to leave the house and start your day at work.
It was your turn to help string up some lights anyways so that made it easier to get out of the house. You could only hope that things would change before the upcoming holiday, Winterâs Hollow. A day that everyone could celebrate.
âWhere you going?â Joelâs asked from behind you.
You ignored him as you slipped in your boots.
âYour hands are redâŚâ He continued and you turned away from him so he couldnât see them anymore.
He let out a deep sigh, âFirefly please.â
âDonât call me that.â You finally grumbled, âNot right now.â
âYouâre hurt.â He pressed.
You looked up at him with a glare as you slipped on some gloves, âLike you care. Youâre the one who did it.â
âIâŚâ He looked directly at you, âDidnât realize I hurt you.â
His expression was one of worry and guilt. Two emotions that were very rarely shown on Joelâs face in front of anyone except for you, Ellie, or Tommy. You almost crumbled⌠Almost.
âJoel!â Heather called from the dining room and his head immediately turned towards her direction.
You rolled your eyes and grabbed your jacket remembering why you were leaving in the first place.
âHave fun with your new girl.â You swung the door open and left.
***
âMorning.â Maria waved you over to her.
She stood by a box of lights and a lamp post.
âI was wondering when youâd show up.â She teased and usually she would get a snarky reply and a smile from you, but when you remained quiet she began to worry.
âHey⌠Are you okay?â She asked and placed a hand on your arm and when you fully looked at her she knew, âYouâre definitely not okay. Whatâs wrong?â
âNothing.â You tried to say, but she gave you an unimpressed look.
She raised an eyebrow as she looked at you, âSomething is. Your nose is red and youâve clearly been crying.â
âItâs just the cold, Iâm fine.â You tried to explain, but she wasnât having any of it.
Maria rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest, âLike hell you are.â
You sighed, âJoel and I got into an argument.â
âOver what?â Maria asked.
She was concerned of course. In the three months that you and Joel have lived here she has never heard you and Joel argue.
âHeather.â You said her name as if it were poison.
âOhâŚâ She nodded her head slowly, now beginning to understand the story, âItâs going that bad huh?â
âHeâs been taking her side over everything these past two days and he lets her kiss his cheek and I donât⌠Fuck I hate it. And she lied this morning about cooking breakfast and I swear she kicked me or something. I didnât mean to spill coffee on her and Joel got⌠He got so angry.â Tears welled up in your eyes, âI didnât mean to make him angry.â You cried.
Maria pulled you into a hug and you clung to her like a lifeline. She was slowly starting to grow on you as these past couple of months passed by.
âIâm sorry, that must be so stressful.â Maria tried her best to calm you down.
âI was so worried about him when he disappeared. I couldnât even sleep without checking the driveway every hour to see if he was walking up those damn steps and now it hasnât even been a week and itâs like he replaced me.â You sobbed.
âI didnât realize they were that closeâŚâ Mariaâs voice trailed off. She didnât want to loose you, you were the closest thing to a sister-in-law sheâs ever had, âIâll talk to Tommy. See if thereâs a house available that she can live in. Maybe itâs just a savior complex thing and he feels like because he saved her, now heâs indebted to her or something.â
You sniffled into her shoulder, âThanks.â Your voice was muffled in her jacket, âI donât want to be that person, but I think sheâs a real bitch.â
Maria chuckled, âSeems like Joel is too.â
You pulled away from her hug, âHe said it was because of our age⌠That it wasnât right to be together.â
âWell thatâs bullshit otherwise he wouldnât have been with you in the first place.â Maria scoffed.
âDo you think thereâs more to what heâs telling me?â You wondered and honestly you wouldnât put it against Joel if he was.
âItâs Joel weâre talking about, of course there is.â Maria shook her head and you watched as she reached down to grab some of the lights, âThe Miller brothers are as hard to get close too. I swear there one of those endless jawbreakers.â
âJawbreakers?â You asked her in confusion.
âItâs like a candy that you have to continuously lick until you reach the center. Iâll find one for you one day.â She said and you couldnât help, but snicker.
âThatâs quite an analogy.â Your snicker grew into a laugh and Maria joined you.
She nudged your arm, âOh shut up and help this pregnant woman with these lights.â
âYes maâam.â You laughed as you reached into the box.
Maria made it easy for you to take your mind off Joel. It was as if she had a secret spell to make you forget your worries. I guess thatâs what all good friends do.
âPhew!â Maria wiped her hands in her jeans as you finished hanging up a few more lights, âI think itâs about time for dinner, donât you think?â
You nodded your head as you stepped down from the ladder, âIâm pretty sure I can eat an entire pot of stew right now.â You said causing Maria to laugh.
âWell as long as you share then Iâm cool with that. Lets go.â She said and the two of you made your way to the lodge to grab some lunch.
âYou know what Iâm really craving?â Maria said as the two of you stepped into the small restaurant bar, âPickles and ice cream.â
You raised an eyebrow at her in question, âPickles and ice cream? That soundsâŚâ
âAbsolutely amazing I know.â She was practically drooling at the craving, âOne day weâll have ice cream and youâll understand what Iâm talking about.â
âOver here!â You suddenly heard Ellie yell and the two of you turned to find her, Tommy, and Joel already sitting down at a booth.
You were relieved to not see Heather with them. You donât think youâre ready to see her coming up to Joel right now. The two of you quickly made your way over.
Before you can even say hello Maria smacked Joel on the back of his head.
âOwâŚâ He grumbled as he rubbed his head, âWhat was that for?â
âYou know what.â She said before taking her designated seat beside her husband.
Tommy gave his wife a confused look to which she said, âIâll tell you later.â
You then took your designated seat beside Joel, a small smile on your face from Mariaâs protective side.
Maria sat by Tommy on one side of the booth with you by Joel with Ellie on his right, closest to the window on the other side of the booth.
âWell it took you girls long enough to get here.â Tommy joked as he wrapped an arm around Maria to warm her up, âWe were waiting to surprise you both with dinner.â
âHey the lights canât hang themselves.â Maria replied, but fell into his embrace, âBut thank you for waiting for us.â
You watched the two with longing wishing that Joel would treat you that way, but all you received was his arm pressing into yours.
âTell them about the horses Ellie. I swear this girl is going to be a cowgirl one day.â Tommy chuckled.
âYou would not believe the day I have had!â Ellie practically shouted as she launched into her story.
You listened, laughing at most parts as her story slowly became over exaggerated, but you loved every second of it.
It was halfway through her story about how she threw herself over a fence when you felt the warmth of his hand slide over yours. Your breath quickened at his touch and the way you were suddenly hyper aware of his breath hot on your ear.
âHow is your hand?â He asked barely above a whisper as to not draw attention to the both of you.
âI think Iâm safe from amputation.â You jokingly said to slow the way your heart was racing.
He ran his thumb along the back of your hand muttering a, âHm..â
The moment was nice, something that you have missed deeply from him these past few months.
âJoelâŚâ You spoke his name softly and when his attention was solely on you, you spoke up, âIââ
âSorry Iâm late!â A shrill voice made your entire body cringe.
You didnât turn to greet her as Maria and Tommy spoke light helloâs and Joel said no worries.
âI didnât know you were invited.â Ellie stated with that attitude of hers and it made you snort in amusement.
âJoel invited me. To celebrate my first day at work here.â Heather explained with a smile that you knew was directed towards Joel.
âUm⌠Where can I sit?â She asked and her gaze fell on Joelâs again as if he would immediately get up.
As if you would let him.
You squeezed his hand just as he was about to respond. Maria saw the desperation in your eyes and she quickly spoke up instead.
âYou can sit on our side.â Maria said as she nudged Tommy to scoot down the booth before she follow suit.
Heather looked less than pleased at not being able to sit by Joel, but accepted the off nonetheless with a warm smile.
Ellie carried on with her interrupted story with Maria listening intently. Your hand relaxed its grip on Joelâs while his grip in turn tightened around your hand. You knew he felt awful about this morning and he was trying to apologize in his own Joel way.
You leaned into him as your gaze read the menu that sat in front of him. It was a paper with big hand writing that contained half of what a normal menu would with only two meal options for tonight. Rabbit stew or potatoes, beans, and vegetables.
You glanced up at Joel, âWhat did you order?â
âThe potatoes.â He answered.
You could feel Heatherâs heated stare on you, but at this moment you didnât care. You were going to fight for Joel and show her that heâs yours.
A grin pulled at your lips, âOf course you got the potatoes.â You leaned back from the menu and made yourself comfortable into his side, âIâll get the stew then and we can share.â
His brow furrowed, âWho says Iâm sharing my potatoes?â
You scoffed in mock defense, âYou always share your food with me. I am irresistible.â You joked.
Joel shook his head as he chuckled deeply in amusement.
âHow have you been settling in?â Tommy asked, pulling Heather away from the conversation that only you and Joel were having.
âQuite well actually, this place is lovely. I can see that you all take very good care of it.â She answered.
It was then that Lily walked to the table with three more glasses of water for Maria, Heather, and I. She then pulled a small pad of paper and a pencil out of her pocket.
She pushed her short blonde hair out of her face as she smiled, âWhat can I get started for you tonight?â
It was potatoes for Joel and Tommy and stew for you, Ellie, Maria, and Heather.
âComing right up.â Lily smiled before walking away.
âYou never guess what happened.â Maria quickly leaned into the table to spill some gossip, gossip that you knew very well and were more than happy to indulge in.
âWhat?â Ellie asked already intrigued.
âWell.â You started with a low tone to keep anyone outside from snooping in on your conversation.
âHere we go.â Tommy joked with an exagerated sigh.
âMight as well get comfortable.â Joel said to his brother, the two of them holding back their grins.
Tommy and Joel settled back into their seats, letting the girls gossiped while being interested in the gossip as well⌠Silently of course.
âI heard from Lorraine at the town meeting last week thatâŚâ Maria started to which you finished.
âApparently Lily has been hooking up with the preachers daughter.â You stated matter of fact, remembering the night Maria knocked on your door right after she was told to keep it a secret.
âNo!â Ellie gasped, âBut isnât that like blasphemy or something? Hooking up with a preachers kid?â She asked.
You thought for a moment before shrugging, âI donât see how it could be.â You turned to Joel, âIs it blasphemy?â
âHow should I know?â He grumbled back.
âWellâŚâ You motioned your hand towards him, âI figured if anyone would know it would be you.â
He huffed and pinched your side causing you to squeal, âFunny.â He muttered.
âIâve been around long enough to know that marrying someone who is related to a pastor isnât blasphemous. I think the only thing that would be a large age gap between two especially when one is so young with their life ahead of them.â Heather mused as she took a sip of her water.
You felt Joelâs hand tense against yours before it slipped away, moving to rest behind on you the booth. This left an aching feeling in your chest that you couldnât quite shake off especially at how specific Heatherâs words were as if she were directly speaking about you and Joel.
You looked directly at Heather, âI think when they are both consenting adults then age shouldnât matter. Love should.â You stated.
âAnd that is why you are still too young to understand dear.â She smiled as if she almost felt bad for you.
The booth was quiet for a moment before Maria spoke up to ease the tension.
âAll I know is that they may or may not be secretly eloping.â Maria cheered.
âThat seems wonderful.â Heather agreed quickly, âI donât know them very well personally, but I wish them all the best.â
âAww, Iâm really happy for them.â You leaned back in the booth, trying to stay in the conversation and not have your mood ruined, âI canât wait till my Ellie gets married.â You sighed happily at the thought, âItâll be such a cute wedding and I hope my daughter-in-law will be as nice as Lily.â
âExcuse me?â Joel raised an eyebrow as he looked down at you, âShe is not getting married. Ever.â
âHey who says that I canât?â Ellie leaned over to look at the both of you, âNot that to want to or anything, but still.â
âI say you canât and it donât matter if ya want to or not. Itâs not happening.â Joel said gruffly.
Joelâs dad mode made everyone laugh while the food was being served. The booth once again fell into a calm atmosphere and you felt your body release some tension the moment you got warm food in your belly.
You were eating your soup peaceful. At times you would place rabbit meat on Joelâs plate while stealing a potato as payment. He didnât seem to mind and the small chatter and clinking silverware against dishes was heard throughout our small group.
This was how it used to be and a sense of calm washed over youâŚ
Until Heather tried to do the unthinkable.
âCan I try yours Joel?â She asked and began to reach over when Joel nodded, but you were not going to allow that.
Only I can eat off of Joelâs plate and of course Ellie too, but not Heather. Especially after what happened this morning. You thought. I havenât forgiven her and why should I? She hasnât even tried to apologize to me after lying to everyone.
You blocked her spoon with yours just as she reach Joelâs plate. Sharing food was your thing with Joel and no one elseâs.
âNo.â You said without a second thought.
âAnd why canât I? Itâs just food dear.â Heather had a condescending tone to her voice, another thing that you didnât like.
You glared at her, âYou have your own food.â
âAnd so do you.â She rolled her eyes.
You were about to say something when Joel squeezed your thigh as a warning.
He gave you a stern look, âItâs fine.â He said as he pushed his plate towards Heather.
You could only look up at him in confusion. He never shares his food with anyone. It was only ever you and Ellie.
âItâs just food.â He said as if it was the most simplistic thing in the world as he took his hand from your thigh.
Itâs just food. You scoffed softly at his answer as you glared at Heather.
And maybe it was. Maybe you were over exaggerating, but being together on the road for months with barely any food, it was more than just food to you. It was the silent care that was shown between your little family as you shared the small amounts of food you had.
âWow! This is delicious! I think I like yours better Joel.â Heather complimented.
âYou can have more if youâd like.â He responded with a casual smile, one that had Heather glancing at you with a little smirk.
That made you grind your teeth in humiliation and anger.
Itâs your food now and then you later. Why canât you see that Joel?
You glanced down at your soup with a defeated look.
Do you even want to see it?
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"Didn't mean to make your heart Blue" || [5/...]
âWhere I'll be looking in their eyes when they're down, I'll be there on their side. I'm losing by their side.â
â Mitski, "Bet On Losing Dogs"
Pairing:Â Buggy the Clown (Live action) x F!Reader
Part 1Â |Â Part 2Â |Â Part 3Â |Â Part 4 | Part 6
Summary:Â You were an apprentice of Gol D. Rogerâs crew in your youth, long before his eventual demise. Along with the Red-Haired Shanks and Buggy, you were a formidable trio; the embodiment of a new generation of pirates yet to come. But times changed, and so did you and your friends.Â
It's been a few weeks since the events in Orange Town, and Luffy notices something that others do not. So, he decides to ask you.
Warnings: Canon typical violence, LA!Verse, No (fully bodied) Buggy this chapter, Luffy being the precious cinnamon we all love and must protect above all else, flashbacks about Shanks, past discussions, Luffy and Reader have a heart-to-heart.
A/N: I was initially going to write them going to the Baratie this chapter, but it became too long so next one for sho.
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You're sitting by the table in Party's bar, nursing a cold glass of rum against your cracked lips as you observe to the kid - Luffy - demonstrating his newfound Devil Fruit powers without any regard for poor Makino's furniture.Â
You don't get him, at all. Then again, you donât get kids.Â
You've never thought of yourself as someone who easily got along with them ... or people in general. Shanks has always been the better-suited one for that kind of work. Whereas he is smiling and grinning at the kidâs mischief, you've barely offered him more than a glance at most.
Your crew has been positioned in Foosha village for the better part of the month, stacking up on resources and food in preparation for your next job. Incidentally, the Red-Haired Pirates also happened to be in town for similar excursions. You rarely see Shanks nowadays since you parted ways several years ago, but whenever you happen to come across one another, you share a drink on his tab.
While your crew is around and about, replenishing their strength and vigor for the work to come, you're content with just sitting here at your leisure. When you're not plundering or fighting or attacking Marine bases, you can't find it in yourself to do much of anything anymore.Â
Nothing adds any purpose to your life save for what keeps you fed and clothed, which in the life of a pirate, simply means pirating.
"I've heard you had good fortune on your latest heist," Shanks says from where he's sitting opposite of you. "For your efforts, the Marines have granted you among the highest bounties in all of the East-Blue."
You hum noncommittally in response, not offering much to the conversation in terms of merriment. "The quality of the Marines has been in decline. It says more about their effort, or lack thereof, than mine."
"Do you know what they call you nowadays?"
"They call me a lot of names, you got to be more specific."
"'Cross-Hairs, the Beast of the East'. It's got a certain ring to it, don't you think?"
"Sure."
Shanks smiles the kind way he always does. Always has done.
"Gum-Gum Pistol!"Â
The sound of yet another chair breaking has you rolling your eyes without even looking, and poor Makino ages ten years in seconds across the bar counter.Â
"Luffy!"
"Sorry!"
Shanks laughs heartedly at the display, only to cut it short upon noticing Makino's even glare sent his way from across the bar.Â
"You were careless," you state matter-of-factly and take another gulp from your drink. "You should've kept the fruit hidden more securely."
"Now, in my defense, I didn't think the lad would searching through my loot."
"Well, you should've." You slam your glass down, strong enough to leave a dent in the wooden surface. "What kind of captain leaves his loot undefended and unsupervised? Especially when it contains a Devil Fruit?"
Shanks doesn't argue with your statement and settles with taking a gulp of his own drink, letting your words simmer in his head. "You're right, I should've been more observant. Now, it'll be more difficult for him to achieve his dream."
"His dream? Of what? Becoming the King of the Pirates?" Try as you might, there's no suppressing the snort that escapes through your nose. "There's only ever been one King, and we all saw what happened to him. What do you think is going to happen to a kid who can't even swim?"
"Oh, come off it!" He gives you a playful nudge to the rib, which you reciprocate with a glare. He remains undeterred. "You mean to tell me you've never thought about finding the One Piece? Not even once?"
"I have no interest in whatever plunder Gol D. left behind."Â
"Then, what does interest you?" He rests his elbow on the edge of the table and leans over to your side. "What is your dream?"
You grit your teeth under your lips, a flash of blue circulating in your head. "Dreams are for fools and children," you point your head to where Luffy is currently sitting, trying to put the chair back together with a half-empty tube of glue and little luck.Â
"Come on, I know you better than that. Surely there's something in this world you want more than anything?"
"What I want is ..." You have half a mind to tell him the truth, whereas the other half wants to push the idea further down to the bottom of your chest. "Is another bottle of rum."
You raise your arm to Makino to gesture for another one, but Shanks is quick to lower it with a gentle shove of his arm. You flash him a scowl and brush off his hand, but unlike your crew or anyone else, he's not afraid.
"The point which I'm trying to make before you're completely pissed," he starts. "Is that no matter how much opposition one faces, it's that dreams are never out of reach if you have the will to reach for them."
He inclines his head over your shoulder, and you turn around to see Luffy successfully putting the chair back together. You don't know how he did it - it looked pretty busted minutes ago - but there it is, wholly intact.
And when the boy smiles, it's so vibrant and full of joy that it's almost blinding. He proudly runs over and shows the repaired chair to Makino, who proceeds to pat his head and hand him a plate of food.
"See?" Shanks grins. "Nothing is impossible."
"You can hardly consider putting a chair back together the same as achieving an impossible goal."
He shrugs. "Maybe not, but you won't know unless you try. All it takes is a little spirit."
You watch Shanks for a couple of minutes in silence, processing his mythic words, then shift your attention over to Luffy who's preoccupied with shoving an unholy amount of food into his mouth. If this is to become the future King of the Pirates one day, then it'll be an interesting future indeed.
"A little spirit, huh?"Â
â â â
You're sad.
Luffy first notices it when you leave Orange Town, and it lingers throughout your voyage.Â
For as long as he's known you, you've always been a person of relatively few words; never speaking unless you feel the situation requires it, and only acting when necessary. Even following the Kuro situationâ˘, getting the Going Merry, and adding Usopp to his crew, he can tell that you're not all there anymore.
Not to be mistaken, you're not conspicuous with the way you behave. You still act like usual, talk like usual, however little, and commit yourself to your work on the ship, almost to an excessive extent.Â
All in all, nothingâs changed about you. However, heâs gotten used to your face and general lack of expression most of the time, and though it doesn't seem to alter, he still catches onto the fact that you're sad.Â
"Hey," he asks the group and props himself in the kitchen, legs crossed atop his seat. "Do you think she's any different?"
"Who? Your friend?" Nami asks, raising an eyebrow. "How so?"
"Well, I think she's sad."
"Doesn't look any different to me," Zoro supplies while polishing his swords on the table.Â
Usopp's in the middle of munching a piece of loaf, and answers with his mouth still halfway occupied. "Dunno how she usually is, but she's kinda terrifying if you ask me."
"No, she's not," Luffy dismisses lightly.Â
"What's her position on the ship, anyhow? How'd you come across her?"
"She's always been with me," Luffy answers without any thought. "And sheâs a good fighter.â
Zoro â to everyoneâs surprise â nods his head to this in concurrence.
Their Captain claps his hands together to get the subject back on track. "But anyway, I just think she seems kind of down now."
"How can you even tell? With eyes like these, ââ Usopp puts both of his index fingers at the crowâs feet of his eyes and draws them back to imitate yours. Itâs borderline shameful, truth be told. ââ I canât tell for shit what sheâs feeling or thinking.â
âI just can.â Luffy shrugs.
âHas she said anything?â Nami asks. âAnything to make you ask?â
âNo, not really.â He heaves a sigh and props his hand under his chin, contemplating. âBut she's been different since we left Orange Town.â
"If you ask me," Zoro speaks up. "You should ask her about her relationship with that fucking clown."
"Who? Boogie?"
"Buggy," Nami corrects. "Didn't you notice that at the end? They have a history, it's obvious. They know each other, and I don't know what pirate customs are like nowadays, but I doubt you'd touch the face of an enemy unless there was something going on. Has she said anything about it?"
Luffy shakes his head. âNo... but then again, she never does tell me much about anything unless I ask.â
The tangerine-haired girl blinks as if the answer to this whole predicament is obvious. She quickly comes to realize that, to Luffy, itâs not.
âSoâŚâ she prompts slowly.
âSoâŚ?â
She rolls her eyes at his inability to catch her drift. âGo ask her.â
Itâs like the thought never even crossed Luffyâs mind in the first place because truth be told, it hasnât. He lights up like a candlestick on the spot. âYeah, I should just ask her!â
âAsk me what?â
The members of the Straw Hat pirates (save for Zoro) withdraw in various unique positions, having not heard you make your entrance before you speak.Â
Youâre standing in the doorway to the kitchen, eyebrow slightly quirked at the Baroque-esque scene in front of you. Deciding not to address the display, you simply ask, âAnything I should know about, Captain Luffy?â
Usopp doesnât even dare to answer, because he knows you sure as hell donât see him as a captain in general, much less your captain. He swears he notices you briefly look in his direction at the mention of the title, and a shiver runs across his skin. Like static electricity in the air.
âOh, yeah,â Luffy turns to you, not an ounce of fear in his eyes as he pops the question. âAre you sad?â
You blink once, then twice, like the inquiry on its own is of unfathomable origins to you. âDo I look sad?â
The boy in the straw hat nods. âI think you do.â
âThen Iâm not.â Itâs not only an answer, but also a sentence that marks this subject as finished on your part. One that does not permit any subsequent additions.
You incline your head to the deck above. âWeâre going to have company soon, likely Marines, and they seem to be in supply of heavy fire this time.â
âââ
The situation with the aforementioned opponents temporarily distracts the crew, yet Luffy maintains a close eye on you, taking note of anything that can point him to the source of the unknown problem. You talk relatively little with the other crew members, but you seem to have developed an amicable enough relationship with them compared to when you first met.Â
Before, you could care less about getting to know them. Now, youâre actively going out of your way to ask Nami about her cartographic skills, even giving her tips for additions to her geographical detailing. You provide Zoro pointers on self-developed defensive techniques and ways to paralyze opponents in certain spots (which he seems appreciative of).
You even give Usopp a short nod when he tells you one of his fantastical stories, even knowing that theyâre full of shit.
Luffyâs happy, but he still sees that you are not.
Itâs all in your eyes. Theyâre hollow somehow, like the end of a barrel. He doesnât know how he knows, only that he knows, and heâs known for a good while now.
So, that night, Luffy finds you in the kitchen by the windows, absentmindedly snacking on a red apple while you gaze into the dark nothingness outside. He also discovers that heâs subconsciously become quite observant of your habits as of late.Â
For example, you specifically pick red apples above any other color when they happen to dock someplace, not even paying any mind to the green or yellow ones. Just the red ones.
âHey,â he positions himself next to you on the bench, a piece of loaf tight in his hand. âWhy are you sad?â
You turn your head just a fraction to the side to look at him, not annoyed, but not appreciative of the focus heâs settled on as of late. "Shouldn't I be asking you that? The Vice-Admiral looks a little weary as of late, after all. Are you sad about it?"
"Nope."
âSo why do you insist that Iâm sad?â
âBecause you are,â he states like itâs obvious.
You huff humorously and return your attention to the window that supplies no real view. âHow can you tell?â
âI just can.â He takes a generous bite of his food and continues talking, oblivious to the crumbles that fall while doing so. âWhen Iâm sad, Iââ
âEat?â
âWell, yeah.â He swallows the bite down. âBut I also like to talk about it with someone I trust. Shanks used to say that true friends are the kind of people you can share your heart with and not get hurt.â
This annoys you, that much he can tell. A nail digs into the apple youâre holding, leaving a crescent-shaped indent on the red skin. âShanks said many things, and not all of it's true.â
This doesnât deter him from pressing on the matter. âIf you keep all the hurt inside, itâs going to turn bad. You know, Makino said that if you leave a piece of ham in the fridge too long, itâll get sour and people canât eat it.â
âOnly you could find a way to compare this sort of thing to food.â You withdraw your finger from the apple and end up leaving it alone altogether. A minute or ten of silence waves between you, laced with unspoken questions and denied answers. âTell me, Luffy, just how much did Shanks tell you about his past?â
He thinks for a moment, mimicking your movements by putting his loaf aside. âJust about his adventures with the Red-Haired Pirates, and a little about the time you served with him. Is it true you were strong enough to throw a three-hundred-pound man to the ground when you were thirteen?â
He swears itâs a snort that he catches leaving your throat, but itâs hard to differentiate it from your more-than-usual scoffs. âHe exaggerated.â
âReally?â
âThe man was two-fifty, at most.â
Luffy grins with genuine admiration, so much so that your face tilts back slightly, being overwhelmed by the mere brightness that is him. âWow! You mustâve been quite a beast when you were a kid!â
He notices it again, the sadness that latches onto your eyes like insects to sour meat. Whatever brief smile adorned your lips moments ago disappears like it was never there at all. Thinking he said something wrong, Luffy prepares to apologize when you speak again.
Your voice is soft yet faint like youâre afraid speaking too loudly will make something bad happen. âIt wasnât just me and Shanks, back then, you know.â
The Captain of the Straw Hats thinks itâs almost unnatural of you to be this demure, but he doesnât interrupt you.
âBuggy was there, too. It was the three of us, together.â
âOh, yeah.â He remembers it now. âHe did mention that in Orange Town. You served the same crew.â
â⌠He did, did he?â
âHe said you and Shanks betrayed him, but I didnât believe him.â Luffy knows you and has known you for longer than heâs known a lot of people in his life. Youâre one of the few permanent people heâs had, and he knows with a certainty that youâre not the kind of person who leaves anyone behind, not without reason.Â
Even if you did have a reason for leaving Buggy, it must have been a good one.
Your mouth opens and shuts several times in the span of a minute like youâre hesitating to talk about the past. Youâve never been one to talk about it, except to share some details about your time as captain, and even that was limited to the bare minimum.
Still, Luffy, being in no hurry for you to reach an answer, waits patiently by your side until you do decide to talk about it.
Talk about what he believes is the reason for your sadness.
âWe were close back in the days,â you begin slowly. âMe, him, and Shanks. It was us against the rest of the world, and we were going to sail together to the end of the seas one day. It was our dream.â
âThen, what happened?â
You put your palm over both your eyes and rest your elbow on the window frame, heaving a sigh that resembles someone whoâs spent too much of their life working and working and working without catching any breaks. Pure, simple exhaustion weighs you down, Luffy can tell.Â
When you speak next, you sound tired too, and perhaps a little strained. He canât see your eyes, and so, he canât truthfully tell what youâre thinking now. âThe thing is, I donât know what happened. All I know is that he decided he didnât want to stick around.â You breathe through your nostrils. âOur captain was gone, and so was the crew, but we three were still together, and I thought we were going to stay together.â
âBut you didnât.â
âNo ⌠We didnât. I donât know what happened, but one day when I was talking with Shanks about what to do next, Buggy came in, and it ⌠He looked at me like ⌠Like he hated me.â You exhale. âHe did hate me, and I donât know what it was I did, but he practically told me that we were done ⌠And then he left. I never saw him again, up until Orange Town.â
Luffy doesnât require your eyes this time to tell that youâre sad now because you are. Youâre so sad that itâs destroying you from the inside, and even that is an understatement on its own. There are no tears trickling down your cheeks, no quivers or thickness to your voice, no nothing to base his assumptions on, but he knows.
He stays silent for a short while, doing nothing but look at you. Youâre one of the strongest people he knows. Heâs seen you fight; seen the strength you possess, the fire in your eyes. Youâve stayed with him ever since Shanks left Foosha Village, youâve looked after him from the sidelines when you thought no one was watching.Â
Youâve been with him throughout everything, and seeing you like this makes him feel blue on your behalf. You donât express it yourself â you never do. You carry your weight with the same kind of strength you always do, never letting anyone see you beyond just that, and sometimes, he wonders if youâre lonely because of it.Â
At least, now he knows why youâre so sad. Youâre heartbroken.
Heâs never been acquainted with the feeling himself, has never felt any particular inclination toward it, but he can tell itâs your heart thatâs hurting now, and itâs not as easy to heal as that cuts he received on his chest from the butler.
His hat seems to itch the harder he thinks about it, as if thereâs something digging at his scalp through his hat. He thought Nami patched it up for him. He tries to scratch at it, but for some reason, it doesnât cease. Maybe heâs got lice?Â
He ignores it. âItâs weird. Bunky seems to think you were the one who left him for Shanks.â
âI didnât.â
âI know. Youâre not that kind of person.â He says it so easily, without a smidgen of doubt or hesitation. You look at him through your peripheral vision, and your eyes slightly widen at his statement. âBut, do you know what happened between them? Shanks and Bonky, I mean?â
âNo, I donât.â You admit with a shake of your head. Youâve tried to figure it out for years, and at some point, you decided to give up. âShanks never told me, but whatever it was, it was enough for the stupid clown to leave for⌠He chose a childish rivalry over me.â
âThen, there you have it. Itâs all just a big misunderstanding, so why donât you just tell him if you meet him again?â
âYou seem awfully defensive of the guy who destroyed an entire village and almost drowned you.â
âYeah, but talking about him seems to make you happy.â
You freeze for a bit, snort, and turn your back to the window frame, leaning back and crossing your arms across your chest in silent resignation. âI tried to explain things to him back in Orange Town, and a fat load of good that did. Like I said, he hates me, and heâs sure as hell not my favorite person at the moment. If we do meet again, it likely wonât end any better than it back in Orange Town.â
âYou know, ââ Luffy takes another bite of his bread. âIt didnât sound like he hated you.â
âHmm?â You raise an eyebrow, halfway curious and halfway skeptical.Â
âHe still remembers that you like red apples and that you hide knives in your shoes. Is that true?â
You raise both your eyebrows and look at Luffy like heâs just grown a second head. Without a word, you pull your left foot up until it rests on the bench, and withdraw not one or two knives, but four. Small and subtle, hardly enough to turn any heads, but in a flash, you throw it across the kitchen until it lands on a specific spot on the opposite wall.Â
Bullâs eye.
âWe used to have knife-throwing competitions,â you reminisce idly, staring at the knife lodged deep into the wall. âI was good, but Buggy was better.â Your lip tilts up an inch or two. âWe made bets, and whoever lost would have to steal a bottle of whatever liquor we happened to find in the next town we docked at.â
âOh?â
âI ended up snatching quite a lot of bottles, but once every blue moon, he would have to snatch one instead.â You smile. Itâs an actual, genuine, honest smile this time, and Luffy canât help but marvel at the sight. Itâs a rare thing for you to smile like youâre doing now. Itâs usually brief or sarcastic and never seems to reach your eyes.Â
This one does.
He thinks you look pretty when you smile. Itâs your smile, and itâs so warm that he wishes you could do it more often. He tells you as much, and a red color falls over your cheek. You promptly turn your face to the other side to save face, and it makes Luffy think.
When he thinks about his dream of becoming King of the Pirates, he canât stop himself from smiling ear to ear. So, that begs the question: âWhat is your dream?âÂ
What makes you smile?
âMy dream âŚâ You reach for your apple and hold it against your face, the uneaten side of it shining against your face. âIs unattainable.
âI donât think it is,â Luffy says without missing a beat and takes your hand in his, determined to make you see that. âI think that no matter how much stands against us, dreams are never impossible if you have the will to reach for them. All it takes is a little spirit.â
He doesnât know where those words come from, but heâs heard them from someplace, and judging by your staggered reaction, youâve heard them too.Â
âA little spirit, huh?â
âExactly! So, please tell me, whatâs your dream?â
You look straight ahead into the room, resting your elbows back on the window frame without a word. He thinks youâre about to decline his question or ignore it altogether. However, heâs surprised to hear you actually answer this time, truthfully too.
âMy dream was to sail the seas with him again.â
Suddenly, the itchiness on his head stops, and it stays that way.
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NightmaresÂ
you leave Mattheo by himself in bed in the middle of the night to use the bathroom because, you currently have a growing baby sitting on your bladder. Meanwhile, Mattheo has a nightmare, and panics when he canât find you.
You open your eyes in the middle of the night, shaking awake. You have never awoken in the middle of the night by yourself or for a reason- but tonight you did. You were pregnant. Only a few weeks of course. During your last year of Hogwarts(during the battle), there was a lot of it. And when I mean a lot I mean A LOT(when yâall had time and you werenât being such a bad bitch killing dementors) You quickly try to get out of bed and you get pulled back in quickly by strong arms.
Your dear husband, Mattheo. Mattheo was never this clingy at night, always flirty, always mischievous, in control, cocky, but at time like these, he was soft and gentle with you. Still in control, cocky and annoying AS FUCK, but still soft. Cuddles were a must. Not a yes or no, a must. He understood as a pregnant lady, you needed space, and would accept it(sometimes) but most times heâll hold you close to him, his arms wrapped around your tight frame, your arms wrapped around his middle, both of you sleeping in content.
And even if you tried to get away at night- to use the bathroom, sneak out for a walk by yourself, or go get food from downstairs,HE WOULD NOT LET YOU GO.
But as you feel his arms tighten, you crawl under the covers and out to the restroom. You didnât have time for clingy right now at the moment- YOU HAD TO GO PEE!
Mattheo wakes up to screaming. He jolts up and realizes heâs chained to a chair. He sees you, and his father. He pulls against the chains frantically as he sees he father pointing the wand at your neck. This scene was familiar. To familiar.
Then it clicks. Battle of Hogwarts. Malfoy Mansion. Voldy Moldy had kidnapped you because he found out you were pregnant with his grandchild. Who is prophesied to be the next chosen one, the next heir to slytherin throne.
When Mattheo found this out, the Slytherin Gang and the Golden Trio banded up to get up back. And thatâs when their planned failed. And Mattheo couldnât get this even out of his head. He couldnât. He was so close to losing you and his child. The reason you survived was your powers. And Mattheo was so grateful. But he canât stop replaying this memory.
âOh my dear boy. Did you really think that I wasnât keeping tabs on you and your fiancĂŠe? I wasnât keeping an eye on your future?Iâve seen it all. Your child is going to be powerful. The next heir of Slytherin.â Voldy says. âFather just let her go. Donât lay a finger on her. If you need someone of power just take me, donât hurt her, please-â
âSILENCE.â He says. Tears pour down your face. You were in pain, your heart was in pain, and you could feel Mattheoâs fear. Fear that you would leave him forever if he made one wrong move. One wrong move and he could lose the only two people that love him. The only two people he loves.
âLetâs see the gender shall we?â Voldy asks teasingly to his son. Mattheo grits his teeth as his Father walks closer to you, pressing the wand against your neck. He waves his hand over your stomach and smiles widely(which was creepy AF). âWell?â Mattheo growls. âItâs a boy.â He says. Mattheo smiles in spite of the situation. Heâs always wanted a boy. He wouldnât mind a girl, but a boy was what he wanted. A boy that was his carbon copy but had all his motherâs traitsâŚ
âBut my boyâŚâ Voldy says and Mattheo oooks around again. Snakes are everywhere. And you are no where to be found. âY/N!â He yells. Voldy grabs his face and looks him in the eye. âYouâll never be good enough for them. Not enough power can make you be good enough to for them. Because my boy, you are nothing. Youâve always be nothing. Despite that façade you give everyone, youâre just a weak little boy desperate for my approval.â Mattheo feels tears prick at the corner of his eyes. âAnd if you canât be good enough for her, how will you good for everyone else?â Voldy laughs. âBecause you are nothing.â
Mattheo gasps and throws the covers off immediately. Realizing you arenât there he jumps out of bed. âBaby? Darling? Love?â He whispers, running around frantically. He sees the bathroom light on and knocks on the bathroom door, frantic to see you.
âCome in.â Your angelic voice calls to him. He rushes in and kneels down in front of you. âMattheo?â You question, as he was on his knees for you. For the third time in the row.
The first one was when he had to kneel for your life, you and your sonâs life. The second was when he proposed before the chaos of the Battle. And the third was now. He kneels and looks up at you desperately. âAre you mine?â He whispers softly for you to hear. âYes. Iâm your wife.â âAre you okay?â He asks. It clicks. He had a nightmare about you in the Malfoy Mansion, when Voldy had you at the brink of death. When he has those nightmares, you realized he asks you confirming questions, to make sure that the stuff he sees is his reality. âYes. Iâm okay.â
Mattheo then puts his hand on your small bump. âIs he okay?â You nod. âHeâs okay.â Mattheo stands and kisses you desperately. You kiss back and he gently picks you up and carries you to the bed. You break away and pull him down on the bed, where he instantly cuddles you. âI love you so much baby. So, so much.â He whispers. You brush his curls from his face and smile. âWe love you more Theo.â
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you should do fluff headcannons of monster trio + law sending you a voice message when they miss you while you're gone please đ¤đŤś
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Ft. Law, Luffy, Zoro, Sanji
Black Fem Reader in Mind
CW: None! Fluffy fluff, Modern AU, all established relationships
Luffy
Bro butt dials you A LOT first of all.
So most voice messages are munching noises or him laughing but finally Luffy called you out of boredom but you were busy and Luffy actually leaves a voice messageâ-
âHey Y/N!!!! Im bored. I just had some meat. It was good. When you come back home can you bring back some more? I ate it all. Also I âŚ.oh wait I forgotâŚ.well Mâganna go finish playing the game. Im bored without youâŚ.i miss youâŚnâstuffâŚ.HURRY AND COME BAAACCKKUUHHHHHHâŚmkayâŚand answer your phone more jeez you never answerââ
He forgets to hang up the call so the next 15 minutes was you hearing Luffy laugh, curse, and talk crap with Usopp on the game.
Sanji
He loves sending you texts and messages whenever he thinks of you and youâre later greeted with a pleather of messages that warm your heart each time
âHey, my love. Just thinking about you again. I missed you. I hope everything is okay with you, not working too hard. Iâm making some of that cake you liked so much so by the time you get home itâll be ready as well as your favorite pasta again! I hope you ate something for lunch too. I knew I should have packed you another Bento Box but you swear up and down you were okayâŚyâknow I worryâŚ.â
Itâs so domestic how Sanji acts on his voice message and the way how his accent creeps through when he is nervous a little when he speaks always warms your heart.
âBut I wonât hold youâŚI know youâre busy..call me when you have the chance or if you need anything! Maybe tonight we can have dinner and a home movie like last weekâŚI love you..â
He always has you on his mind
Zoro
He calls you ONLY when he misses you. He never wants to seem like a bother nor clingy (even though he is but wont admit it).
âHeyâŚ.umâŚTch why the hell didnât you answer? I been trying to call you all dayââ
He havenât he has been hesitating to call you because he was afraid he was ganna bother.
âButâŚI cleaned the place like you said, fed the cat, fed the plantsâI meanâI mean I watered them. Like you said. I hope youâre okay. Making me nervous or whatever not answeringâŚButâŚumâŚStay safe alright? And answer your damn phone next time I call!âŚ.I miss youâŚ.Alright..I Love you bye.â
He tries his best to express his love for you no matter how aggressive it is
He was very relieved to see you when you walked through the door he welcomed you with a hug.
A much needed one.
Law
His goice messages are the quickest and the most forward. He is a busy man himself so he tries to at least keep you in the loop of whats going on during his breaks
âHey you, Iâm on my lunch break now. I was hoping you were too so we can get a quick bite together..guess not though. Well hopefully your day is alright. I know you rushed out in a hurry so you better have ate something! Anyways Iâll see you tonight. I miss you and I love you. Bye.â
He does from time to time check his phone to see if you got his message. Hesitant to text you again right after sending to voice mail.
He does.
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the dooley davenports x black!reader | general hcs
contains: adam, bree, chase, leo
a/n: this will get zero notes but idc i am pioneering ts for lab rats. gif credit goes to him (me. bc i am him.) đŻ
adam
i have always been very loud about my belief that adam marries a black woman or man in the future
and i mean LOUD
he 100% does
the first time he meets u he's like woah
prettay
he likes watching how your hair bounces as you descend the stairs or even just walking on flat ground
he likes how u speak to him
you call everyone lil nicknames so whenever u say "baby" he's like đ
u help him with school stuff
bc you smart đŻ
okayyyy scholar đđđ
sorry
anyway
he loves seeing u
you anchor him
keep him from doing ridiculous shit that can get him hurt yk
turn into ur mom fr
he fidgets with his fingers a lot so he be playing in your hair
gently pulling strands so they spring back and wrapping em around his finger (ESPECIALLY when they're freshly moisturized and wet)
y'all are just saur cute to see
he's a big hugger so he rests his cheek against ur head and ur lil curls tickle him
and bonus points if you're significantly shorter than him
it's an adorable image when u hold hands
bc ur this lil person that is clearly able to easily escape restraint and u got ur tall white boy that's a lil dumb but happy to be here with u nonetheless
i love adam lawd
bree
bisexual queen
anyway
u guys become friends very quick
she complimented ur jewelry (a lil gold necklace) and u were like "aw thanks gang"
and from that u sparked a conversation and became very good friends very fast
she introduced u to her brothers, allat
u guys meet in the library every morning or u go to the nearby coffee shop before school starts
get some polite lil drinks and just.. talk :)
if you guys were to pack ur own lunches every day, y'all would do snack trades a lot
you defend her a lot against her brothers đ
the first time you said "boy shut up" to chase she got hearts in her eyes fr /hj
when she realizes she might have a lil crush, she doesn't act too strange but she is a little bit different
she hugs for a little longer than normal, just to enjoy the scent of ur moisturizer and ur hair products
when y'all have sleepovers she always cuddles close
she loves to cook with u
u show her recipes you got from ya mama and she enjoys them every time
she stares at ur lips when u eat
and talk
and
do anything at all
they are very kissable what can she say
chase
lord.
he's infatuated
INFATUATED
he only knew leo so he had no idea black ppl could be so fine /j
the first time he sees you, a little notification in his eyebawl goes off like "heartrate rising. entering cooldown." and it's SO LOUD to him
turns out you and leo are already friends
which is NOT helpful
because now whenever you're at the house he's frantic as hell
either trying to interact with you (extremely awkwardly) or hiding in the lab so he doesn't embarrass himself further
bree would come down like "just go talk to them loser" and he's like "I CAN'T đđđđđđ"
when she finally forces him to quit being a punk and at least say hi, he comes upstairs to see u looking out at the view
the sun shining through their big ass windows glows gold on your skin and to him you look like a god
he flees /hj
HE DOESNT KNOW HOW TO ACT
he eventually pulls himself together and soon feels like a fool
because talking to you is SO EASY ?
you exude a charm he has never seen heard or experienced from anyone else before
the way u speak to him makes him melt
that being said never call him a pet name
ever
a simple "sugar" or even just "baby" will make him overheat and shut down
leo
i'm already laffing
y'all are funny as SHIT
you were classmates before the davenports came in but you weren't really friends until after they did
you helped leo show them around the school and the two of you cracked plenty of jokes along the tour
many that the bionic trio did not understand LMFAOO
you two are so fun together and everyone can see it, even the trio who be fighting for they lives whenever y'all are speaking to each other /j
leo probably tells u ab the whole bionic secret after you witness one too many close calls and the way you handle it makes his baby crush grow exponentially
like YOURE SO COOL???? DIDNT EVEN BLINK AT THIS ABSURD ASS PIECE OF INFORMATION???? GOD THEYRE COOL AS FUCK
you guys share hair information and you bring home hotel shampoo's for y'all to share LMFAO
he let you give him waves once
it was comedic
tasha loves you
she didn't know you for a while because leo never brought you up when y'all were just classmates but after y'all became actual friends, you'd get mentioned here and there
the first time he has you come over is to work on a school project
she meets you and is like omg hai i'm leo's mom
and he's kinda like đ pushing her away like he did in the avalanche episode with janelle LMFAO
you like "why you so mean to yo mama" and it makes him sweat /j
you like tasha too and you guys often have tea together when leo is late for y'all's lil hangouts
she gasses you up to leo all the time like he didn't know you first
"your friend, [name]? they're cute!!!" "i know mom" "go ahead and ask that out" "MOM"
he eventually does (it was actually you but he tells tasha it was him)
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Sweet Kisses
(Art from the Wayne Family Adventures on Webtoons)
Jason Todd x Reader
Prompt- âRight⌠Well⌠Iâm not sure how we ended up kissing like thatâŚâ
It was like fire. A burning red flame that somehow fades to a deep blue. A mix of beauty and pure destruction. Dancing movements that are soft and desperate all in one.
The feeling of lips on lips. Getting wrapped in the moment, and becoming obsessed with the feeling. Soft and plump verses smooth and slim.Â
Formal clothing getting ruffled by movements. Pushing and pulling. The fight for a lead. The way he always wins.
Itâs like icing. Itâs sweet. It leaves the flavor on your tongue. Makes you feel youâve had too much, and yet you still want more.
He was never one for the formalities, but I love them. The dancing and music. Dressing up to look like royalty. Trying to catch everyone's eye.
Why did I ever let him pull me away? I know neither of us expected this. This pure⌠Thing. I let him pull me from the spotlight just to become his starlight.
How poetic.
Jason Todd isnât one to show off affections. Is that what led to this? Is this as good as it feels? I hope so, because this feeling is one I want to keep.
His hands are so big compared to my own. He has to lean down so far to reach my face. His grip is hard and somehow also barely there.
Itâs like heâs trying to pull me into him as far as he can. Itâs like heâs leading a dance I wasnât taught, and I love it.
Is this how he shows his love? Is it even love?
What if-
The door opens quickly. The first face that pops in is Stephanie's, then Dukeâs, then Timâs.
In what feels like just a moment Jason and I put as much distance between each other as we can.
âDUDE WE ARE SO SORRY!â Duke shouts.
Jason looks at the trio with an exasperated look.
Stephanie speaks next. Claiming nervously. âWe definitely didnât follow you here!âÂ
I can feel myself shy away from the group. Iâd rather not know what they know.
âRight,â Tim says, with an air of sarcasm. âAnd we definitely didnât guess exactly what you two were doing.â
Oh godâŚ
Jason looks like heâs going to kill someone.
âGET OUT! WILL YOU!â Jason exclaims.
The group scurries out with a few giggles, squeaks, and half hearted apologies.
Once the door closes I look at him. I know my face must be red. I pull on my fingers, moving them around to distract my mind.
âRight⌠Well⌠Iâm not sure how we ended up kissing like thatâŚâ I say quietly.
Jason looks at me for a second, before he cracks a smile and pulls me to him.
âJust like this.â
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assuming they were normal citizens of the world, what kind of ig users do you think svt would be? like who would post stores about you all the time, who would soft launch you, who would only post during anniversaries, who would post cheesy ass things, who wouldnât post you until yâall are engaged, etc lol. thank you! đ
i feel like some of these still have an air of fame to them⌠like some of this shit fans would eat up/they have a feeling of being shared with an audience of strangers
seungcheol: he posts adorable videos of you that make everyone swoon. the most recent is you barefoot at his cousinâs wedding reception dancing in the grass with a glass of champagne in hand. you look heavenly, and his captured ooos and laughter are heart melting. in the corner of every video posted is a little *i have consent to share* because in some clips, itâs clear that you have no idea heâs filming, and that makes them even sweeter
jeonghan: youâre a complete weirdo, and heâs so amused. he doesnât document all the wacky shit you do, but some of the best moments make it to his instagram
joshua: the only time youâre on his social media is when youâre driving and singing pocketful of sunshine. itâs basically your version of sunday morning
jun: he has a highlight dedicated to everything you bake, and he does wholesome zoom ins with the perfect background music
soonyoung: heâs documenting his life on social media but is respectful of your disinterest in being perceived, so your face is rarely shown. captured conversations are always amusing because the camera is focused on his expressions, and he always :] when you ask if heâs recording
wonwoo: he has a story dedicated to the summary screen when youâre gaming together, keeping track of wins, and adding cute emojis whenever you beat him atta girl
jihoon: he has an anime highlight where you share ratings and recommendations. youâve probably started an anime commentary podcast together
seokmin: heâs dating a musician (cello player) and has a highlight dedicated to your recitals. every evening of a show brings the same trio of pictures: a flower bouquet held in his hand + i hope sheâll like it, you on stage, and one of him hugging you afterward backstage. so fucking adorable and the captions are so wholesome: âiâm the proudest boyfriendâ âđĽşđĽşđđâ¤ď¸â¤ď¸đđ¤đ¤§đđŤ â âeveryone stared at me when i whistled from the first row, but i donât even careâ
mingyu: almost every picture he posts was taken by you, and he makes hearts melt with captions like âtaken by my loveâ or âshe did good, huh?â someone stop him
minghao: he met you at a yoga studio because youâre an instructor, and classes at dawn end as the sun rises. he always shares that moment on a monday as vibrant colors consume the sky, starting off his week right, and sends good vibes to followers
seungkwan: he posts pictures of you flipping him off at the dining room tableâitâs an ongoing sagaâbecause you havenât had your coffee yet. weâre two peas in a pod. you film videos of him running, calling out encouraging words, and promising to give him a massage afterward even though heâll want a donut instead
hansol: he alludes to having a significant other but is never forthcoming. the pieces come together quite easily because of his flirty replies to your comments, and any time he travels the location is the same because youâre long distance. the reveal comes when youâre graduating from grad school, and he posts candids fixing your cap, kissing your cheek, and beaming as he embraces you.
chan: even as a normal citizen, thereâs no way this man wouldnât be dancing, and you always bring meals to the studio, so he posts pictures of the impressive spread before eating. heâs quite public about his relationship. also posts pictures of you strolling through the farmers market, along with posts of you wearing matching bunny headbands featuring green face masks
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Kinktober 4- Choking/ Spanking
Avatar! Jake Sully x Human! Fem Reader
Warnings â ď¸: Smut bro. MDNI or Iâll block you.
So there is a special someone I wanted to dedicate this for getting her blog back! I hope you can read and enjoy on your own time My Love đ â¤ď¸ @pandoraslxna
SulâEyanos is not something that is in NaâVi vocabulary but something I had actually come up with⌠it means the binding of three souls, aka three soulmates. I did it when I was writing a shifting script for myself to be in a relationship with both Jake and Neytiri because I couldnât break them up đŤŁ
Kinktober 2023 Masterlist
Word count: 6k words (sorry I got carried away but I included both choking AND spankies đ¤)
One of the strangest things about being on Pandora, was the fact that I had been born amongst them as a total surprise, sure my parents knew they were expecting, but I was an accident. We lived in an already confined space, but Iâd always been a good listener, making sure I appeased my parents and wasnât much of a nuisance, taking interest in what they called âworkâ and going along with it. I found myself sticking beside Maxâs side, which is how I knew that there was a new batch of scientists arriving, I was thirteen around the time that Jake and Norm had arrived on the planet.
Iâd felt drawn to the ex-marine, for some reason, stunning half the staff when Iâd bothered making an effort into saying hello to him, his smile spreading on his lips as I seemed to talk to him normally, not bending down or in his face. I was often shy in nature and never bothered speaking unless spoken to and that had been out of character for me.
I had been very close with my mother, but she had developed cancer in her brain, dying about three weeks prior to the next batchâs arrival, so Iâd mostly been with my dad -who already buried himself in his work to forget about mom- and Max, whoâd claimed heâd seen me reading a lot of medical books, taking me under his wing and teaching me everything he knew. Although Max was a scientist, he doubled as a Doctor for the humans, and somewhat of a medic for the Avatarâs as well. Since heâd taken me under his wing Iâd been joined at the hip, essentially becoming a Doctor alongside him without the official title.
There had been very few things I had done on purpose within those three months since Jakeâs arrival. One of them having been conspiring with Max and Trudy on how to sneak the trio out of the jail cell they were being held in, Max telling me he had to go with them and entrusted the care of the other humans and Avatars to me- a thirteen year old with no medical degree, taking care of adults- one of them having just given birth about three days ago.
Another thing Iâd done on purpose was making sure that the other scientists hadnât caught on that I had been without Max and attempted to make it seem like everything had been alright, until Paz had bumped into me and asked where Max was since she claimed she needed to be given a green pass to start working again, it had been about ten minutes since we had broken the others from their cell and my heart was beating erratically at the woman before me. She cut her losses with me and struggled to keep a steady gait while attempting to stomp away, knowing I had to place a couple of stitches on her tears after her sonâs delivery.
Max appears not even a second later telling me Jake needed us to stay on the inside and be his lookouts in case any other thing happened. Another thing I had blindly agreed to and purposely done, I was a kid, Iâd do anything for the people Iâd grown to call my friends, even though I knew thats not how the real world worked.
But one of the things I hadnât done on purpose was the crush that developed from having found it easy to talk to the ex-marine, I felt like an idiot for feeling as if I had been getting any kind of special treatment from him. Even when heâd always take the time to show me the pretty flowers that grew in the forest whenever heâd managed to sneak me out alongside Grace. Pointing out the many different kinds that grew in clusters while Grace and Norm took samples a couple miles away from hells gate and still very far from the Omatikaya. During the small period between him getting accepted as one of the people and before the war.
I did find him attractive in either form, but I should have known better than to let that shit stay in my head, knowing that there was no way he would feel the same for a thirteen year old. And I was proven right when Iâd overheard him talking to Norm and Max at one point and stating that Neytiri was pregnant. Iâd obviously had to congratulate him alongside the other men and I did feel happy to know he had finally seemed to have found his purpose, but I had cried so much that night. Taking it upon myself to follow in my fathers footsteps and drowning myself in my work and slowly detaching any kind of relationship I had developed with him, barely speaking to Norm unless it involved work, and not needing Max to hover over my shoulder anymore.
But that was fifteen years ago, Iâm twenty-eight now, the same age Jake was when heâd given up his human life and permanently passed through the eye of Eywa, truly becoming a Naâvi and having woke up in his blue body, burying the body heâd once inhabited. I could feel a pull toward him any time Iâd see him come in through hells gate but always pulled myself away from any room he had entered or pretended to act busy, I didnât need to put myself through the same depressed puppy love I had when I was younger.
âHey there stranger.â
My head snaps up at the sudden familiar baritone voice Iâd taken to avoid any time I could, removing the one earbud that had been in my ear as I took my late night leisurely walk to give myself a break before diving my head back into my books, back already stiff as I turn around slowly, praying it was just my imagination. I just stupidly stared up at him.
âAfter all this time and youâre still quiet, huh?â He lowers his body as he squats on his toes and meets my height, I take a step back to give him his personal space so he doesnât feel like I was invading it and he eyes me warily.
âDo I smell?â He jokes with a glimmer in his eyes and a half smile, showing his pointed canines, thats right, I have to act like Iâm not losing my shit or going to embarrass myself.
âSorry, just a bit tired. Was there something I could do for you?â I asked and watch him lift a brow and eye me warily.
âCâmon, kid, you treat me like you donât know me.â Another playful smile but I internally grimace at the nickname, Kid, thats all heâd ever see me as and I thin my lips without meaning to and nod my head a big and turn to place the earbud on the stack of books Iâd come back with.
âLife has changed the both of us, I knew you a long time ago and you have changed, you may as well be a stranger to me.â I shrug lightly but force a smile to imply that I had been joking. âWhat brings you in, shouldnât you be off doing Oloâeyktan duties?â I attempt to redeem myself by adding the bit of sass I used to have for him, but I could tell by the flash in his eyes he knew I was putting on an act.
âI wanna show you somethinâ.â He tilts his head back as if also asking me to go with him somewhere and I knew I had to decline. I was practically in love with a man I met as a child even though I knew he had been married and he had children, I knew nothing would happen if I decided to oblige and head out with him, but I knew I had to stay here for my own sanity.
âIâm sorry, but I canât.â I stated firmly and felt some pride blossoming through me.
âYou have something more interesting going on in here?â He asks simply, taking a glance around the lab as if trying to understand what I had found worthy of my attention at that moment, eyes coming back to meet mine.
âWell itâs not interesting but-â This had been my first mistake.
âThen lets go.â He urges but remains on his toes and watching me intently.
âItâs my job-â Second mistake.
â The humans that stayed donât work for the RDA and you arenât your father.â He stated and my face falls at that comment.
When the RDA had arrived with General Frances Ardmore, they had essentially told all of the staff that they could have been arrested for treason, since my father had gone through everything on Earth, they had a file on him as well as every human Scientist and Doctor that remained on this planet. Had they voluntarily come back and assisted the RDA they would be dropped of said charges and receive the full time pay and compensation for âdoing the right thingâ. Iâd grown upset at this statement but was reminded by Max and Norm that I had been born on Pandora and no record had ever been kept on me on Earth, they didnât know of my existence and I was free to choose whatever it was I wanted, so I chose to stay. Unbeknownst to me, my father decided to leave as if everything heâd ever worked for had meant nothing, like abandoning me was the better option, another one of the reasons I buried myself in my work so I wouldnât be reminded of how easy it was for him to betray the humans and myself.
âItâs still my job to find remedies to cure anyone who gets sick.â My third mistake was to attempt to keep this conversation going and I watch him roll his eyes.
âWho gets sick on Pandora anymore, if anything you could always learn from Moâat, lets go.â Heâd asked nicely before but this sounded more demanding. I hesitantly look back at the stack of books I had brought to read. To be fair, Iâd read these books several times and I wasnât looking forward to reading them again or adding notes onto my notes. My eyes glide over to his before I sigh.
âFine, where are we going?â I asked him and see his smile grow before standing tall again, extending his comically large hand over toward me, and I take it as he turns and starts walking.
âYou wonât need a mask.â He continues walking just a bit further before reaching a closed door in which you needed badge access to get through, but I was never really bothered walking anywhere I didnât need to be and was pretty sure my badge wouldnât slide the doors open, but he turns to take it and scans it in, and I watch the doors part, a circular room in front of us encased in glass.
My eyes widen slightly to take in the room, there are floor-to-ceiling windows where the curvature was, noticing most of the mountain we were encased in covering about five foot off the floor, the rest of it uncovered and showing the night sky above, the stars shining beautifully. I had no idea this place existed beyond the doors and hearing the whirr of the mechanics of the door shutting again.
âWhat is this place?â I asked and felt myself stepping closer to the glass, placing my hands on the window in awe, staring up at the sky and feeling like a little nerd all over again.
âIt connected to the old observatory when this building was still a part of Hellâs Gate. Crazy how it fit perfectly in here.â I could see his body come into view from my peripheral and heâs gazing up at the stars, like heâs trying to find one, before smiling and pointing it out, although its hard to tell which one heâs looking at.
âDo you see that pale yellow star off in the distance, it has three blue ones around it.â He specifies and I let my eyes wander and actually manage to see the star heâd been talking about, all three stars shared a different hue of the color but the pale yellow shone brightly against it.
âYeah?â I ask.
âThats where I come from.â He stated proudly, almost nostalgically.
âDo you miss it?â I asked while allowing my eyes to stare at the stars in the sky, many of them were white, very few were blue, and only one was that pale yellow color. A small insignificant dot in the sky suddenly bringing on more meaning to my life.
âNo, I found my place here.â
âIâm sure you feel accepted here more than you did on Earth.â
âSure I did, itâs not every day youâre welcomed by the thirteen year old who is said to be shy by every crew member, only to realize she had a crush on the cripple.â He lightly pushes my shoulder, the beautiful expanse of space now being long forgotten as my widened eyes turn to meet his.
âYou knew?â I had been too focused on avoiding him after a while and felt that it had been enough distance to make it seem like Iâd outgrown him, as if he were a phase in my life I was no longer interested in. Far too invested in his answer to allow myself to blush or feel any shame from it, what he didnât need to know is that I still felt this way, even now in his blue body.
âIt wasnât hard to decipher.â He shrugs while speaking and I could feel the embarrassment settle as I hunch my shoulders at the ick I could feel crawling up my body.
âIâm sorry.â I stated rather sourly, my eyes finding a deep interest in the floor below me, this was starting to get awkward and I needed to leave, I should have known the night was going to be spoiled by my own feelings.
âI should probably go,â I pointed back over my shoulder and turned pretty quick not bothering to meet his eyes. I was hoping he wasnât as observant as he had been before and wouldnât notice that the feeling persisted on my end, the last thing I needed was to be teased about how Iâd felt about a mated man, but if he were to see through it, would he see my attempts at staying away from him and the respect I had for Neytiri and his children? Would he see that I willingly avoid him at all costs?
âSo she was right.â His voice rings out and snaps me out of my thoughts, his big hand had wrapped around my bicep to stop me from walking further, and my head whipped around to stare at him.
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Just when I think I know everything about the NaâVi and have found my understanding in their culture, there always seems to be something added on to it and more customs I had been unaware of. One of them was the binding of three souls, something Neytiri told me is quite rare, she had been open at explaining that she only taught me the basics while teaching me her ways, but since I had been Oloâeyktan now, I must know of everything in order to properly fulfill my duties.
She explained the binding of the three souls, better known as SulâEyanos, is a pull from someone toward an already mated pair, something that is initiated by Eywa when she feels the three are compatible and better off together. She had stated she often found herself checking in on Y/n to see where the younger woman had been and if she didnât see her anywhere sheâd feel sadness. Neytiri could tell that the human was attracted to me from the moment she had met her, mentioned that Y/n had purposely avoided me, but harbored those feelings deep inside.
âWho was right?â Her voice snaps me out of my thoughts and I could tell sheâd been embarrassed by the situation, tears werenât exactly threatening to escape but her eyes had become glossy, and it felt like the puzzle piece had finally snapped into the right place. Without another word Iâm quick to pull at her arm to turn her back to face me, release my hold on her, and place my hand on her lower back as I squat on my toes, bringing her even closer and connecting our lips.
I remember when I first kissed Neytiri, I could feel a warmth rapidly spreading through my body, a primal need to face plant her on the forest floor and fuck her had guided me to doing just that, not that she had minded, that same urge surging through my body at this moment. I could feel her tiny hands push against my chest and Iâd backed away from her even though I hadnât wanted to.
âWait, youâre mated, what are you doing, what would Neytiri think?â I could see the panic settling on her face, her gaze downcast and I knew sheâd attempt to slide out of my grasp at any moment.
âHey, hey, look at me-â I use my hand as gently as I can to caress her cheek, making her refocus on me, feeling pride at managing to get her to look back up, smiling gently.
âThis was her idea.â I admit and watch her shock resurface. âWe were given the opportunity to have a third mate, Eywa has chosen you for us, but we donât want to force it on you.â
The confusion starts changing into hurt as her eyes fill up with tears, some already falling onto her cheeks, I could only watch as she starts to frantically pull herself away from my hold, her small cries reaching my ears and my own chest starting to feel heavy. I did not intend for her to cry and had no idea how to calm her at the moment, but I knew the second sheâd get out of my grasp it would be game-over, sheâd work overtime in avoiding us and refuse to be near us.
âBabygirl, stop it.â I huffed but she listens, slumping over and letting her tears fall like a river, I sigh and work on swiping them with my thumb. âI know you think this might be a prank or some stupid shit like that, but itâs not.â
âIâve never wanted anything more in my life, but this is-â
I didnât bother waiting for her to finish her words and placed my lips over hers once more, one hand on her cheek and the other on the back of her head to hold her steady, but also to prevent her from pulling away this time. Her smaller hands had pressed against my chest and applied pressure to steady herself, never pushing harder to get me off of her, but the primal urge surges through me again and the need to claim her was making my head feel stuffy.
I swipe my tongue over her bottom lip while sliding the hand that had been on her head down toward the back of her neck to cradle it, the hand on her cheek sliding down toward the small of her back to pull her closer.
âMmph-â Iâm assuming she tried to say something but wasnât protesting much when I shoved my tongue in her mouth. I could taste the fruit sheâd been eating earlier and remember Max saying she had been obsessed with yovo when she was younger, I could tell from the taste she still had been, swiping my tongue over hers and feeling it go limp, allowing me to do whatever I pleased.
I could feel myself pulling her body closer against mine, glad Iâd managed to build up my endurance for this pose while tending to my own children, thankful I had the use of my legs again. My ears flicker at the sound sheâd made and feel a craving to want to hear it again, tongue and lips disconnecting from hers and quickly kissing along her neck, ensuring my fangs were dragging alongside her skin and hearing her breath come out in short pants.
âJake~â She whines, the hands that had been on my chest showing my just how much she was enjoying it as her nails dug into my skin.
âI can smell you babygirl, oh fuck, canât keep myself off you.â I grunt out as my hands were quick to tug on her shirt, silently asking for permission to take it off, catching her open her eyes and nodding frantically, sliding it off and attaching my mouth back on her neck, kissing down her chest.
âAre you sure we should-â
âYes.â I groan as I felt the weight of her chest in the palms of my hands, looking back up at her angelic face. âWe go as far as you want, hmm.â I hummed to catch her attention and she meets my eyes with a nod.
âI want to, but-â
âThen we will.â I stated while simultaneously running my thumbs across her nipples and hearing her gasp lightly, her face turning downward to look at my hands encasing her chest, planting myself on my kneeâs and covering her body with mine and placing one of her breast in my mouth, flicking the nipple with my mouth and teasing the other one with my hand. Feeling her tiny hands grab onto my scalp to keep my face cradled in her arms and chest.
âJake~â She moans lightly as I switch between her breasts, ensuring I plant a kiss between them before placing the other in my mouth, the other one being rolled between my pointer finger and thumb, gently pushing her down on the cold metal floor. A small hiss leaving her lips as her back comes into contact with it.
Iâd knelt myself down on the floor, sliding myself between her legs, scooting close enough to have the backs of her thighs meet my shoulders as I got myself settled in, hearing a slight squeak as my hands grab her ass to slightly lift her, resisting my urge to take her at this moment and groaning at her scent.
âYou done any of this before?â I asked and see her bite her lip, nervously looking away and nodding her head, feeling relief flood through me, knowing I wouldnât hurt her and sheâd be used to some stretch.
âGood.â I bring my mouth to kiss her exposed thigh, the skirt sheâd been wearing wasnât covering much from this angle, but that was a reward, I had to work my way toward it. My arms had wrapped themselves around them, the tips of my fingers gently squeezing the inner thigh and pulling them apart as I kissed, licked, and nipped at them. Hearing her breath hitch as I got closer, sheâd been subtly moving her hips over, hearing a groan of frustration once I switched over to the other thigh and repeating the process.
âFor the love of Eywa-â She huffs and brings her head up and this had been the first time Iâd ever seen the fire blazing in her eyes, nipping the skin just right while staring at her, her head falling back down.
âYou wanna finish that thought?â I ask as my head feels dizzy from being this close to her clothed cunt and wanting to devour her.
âNo-â She mutters weakly, her head shaking, and eyes closed tightly. I take it upon myself to nuzzle my nose on her clothed cunt, skirt having been thrown on her belly carelessly, eyes closing and a loud groan emitting from my throat as I take the first sniff straight from the source, my cock hardening fully.
âFuck.â I stated loudly, taking in another sniff, my head feeling dizzy as the logical part of my consciousness was getting muted, my primal urges surfacing as my finger hooks toward the side of her underwear, and swiping it to the side, her scent and leaking cunt making me groan, not bothering to check in with her before my face is shoved into her sweet petals, tongue pulling her lips apart and finally tasting her.
âFuck-â Her breathy gasp follows along the slightest thrust of her hips, I squeeze my hold on her thighs slightly tongue starting to work in overdrive for two reasons, to get to taste her deliciousness and to be able to hear her moan.
âOh fuck!â She gasps while panting, hands finding comfort in my hair and holding on for dear life, the slightest of tugging toward where she wanted me had my logic slipping further, not caring if her thighs were attempting to close around my head and wanting to drown myself in her scent.
âStop fuckinâ moving, babygirl.â I protested, feeling the cool breeze hitting my face wherever her juices decided to stick, knowing it had ran past my lips, her eyes shooting open and ready to say something. But I slid my finger into her cunt and all that comes out is a choked moan, head falling back to the floor.
âPlease, please use another.â She begs silently, eyes slightly open, head lolled to the side just to look at me, my pride swelling since she had refused to lift her head.
âOnly because you asked so nicely,â I oblige and place another finger in her warmth hearing her draw in another gasp and broken moan as I did so.
âTalk to me.â I stop all thrusting and keep my fingers buried inside her, my cock straining against my loincloth, but refusing to continue until she tells me if sheâd fine or if Iâm hurting her.
âFeels like a dick- just your fingers, please move, move now.â She rambles in hushed whispers that I barely catch as the sound of the blood traveling impossibly fast through my body- mostly down South- is roaring loudly in my ears. I slowly work on drawing my fingers back out of her cunt and slide them back in, hearing her first loud moan. Soaking up the sound with my ears turned toward her, wanting to not waste any of this experience.
âYou wonât be left unsatisfied again, babygirl, I can promise you that.â I grunt and find myself captivated to pull my wet fingers out of her cunt, her whines rippling through my brain, telling me to get back to work, but I just had to take her clothes off. Tapping her hips with one of my wet fingers and feeling her understand my command right as I settle on my knees, the heels of her feet settling on the floor once more to lift her hips, finally taking off her skirt and underwear in one swoop, her bottom falling back onto the floor beneath her, legs spreading greedily to welcome me back into my spot.
âHands and knees,â I stated as I untied my loincloth, dick springing upward and she freezes, looking at it as if sheâd never seen one before.
âThats huge.â Her eyes appear widened, mouth slightly open as she stares at it.
âThought you said youâve done this before.â I smirk with my teasing tone, some clarity returning back to me.
âWith another human- is that going to fit?â I can hear the worry in her voice, and take the time to stroke her cheek again, placing a gentle kiss on her lips, connecting our foreheads.
âIâll make it fit, babygirl, get in position.â
She nods before placing her kneeâs on the floor with her hands bent at an angle, pushing her ass in the air as if presenting herself to me and I groan at the sight, taking the fingers Iâd previously shoved in her cunt and do it again, exploring her from the new angle and hearing her moans return louder this time.
âFuck, you look delicious.â I mutter through my lips as I focus on thrusting my fingers into her sopping cunt and not wanting to fight against my own urges, and finally giving into them.
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A stinging sensation spread like wildfire on my bottom, but his fingers continuing their ministrations were driving me wild, a loud moan escaped my lips when another slap is reverberating in the empty room, my cunt instinctively squeezing on his thick fingers. With only two of his fingers in I felt like I was getting fucked, humans must be pretty small in comparison to NaâVi.
A third slap was done to distract me from the third finger being inserted, the stretch was absolutely welcomed, his thrusts having slowed down a bit to help me accommodate for the extra digit but my hips were starting to meet his thrusts as I pushed myself back onto his hands.
âYour pussy is such a greedy thing, yeah? Rocking back to meet my fingers like the hungry cock-slut you are.â Another slap resonates within the semi-circular room, not bothering to respond verbally as my moans and whimpers were telling him everything he needed to know. He slips his fingers out and I can hear him grunt, turning my head back and biting my lip as I see him rubbing his slick covered hand over his cock, eyes locked with mine.
âYou ready?â
âFuck me.â I mumble under my breath at his cockiness, his lazy smile cut off by a whimper and that catches my attention.
âI will.â Fuck me indeed. He places his left hand on my hip while continuing to stroke himself as he lines up to me.
âI hope I stretched you out enough.â He whispers and I can feel the head of his cock slip in, the sting that Iâd only felt when losing my virginity starting up again and I suck in a breath.
âFuck babygirl, donât clamp down like that-â Jake grunts and sneaks the hand covered in my juices snaking around my hip, placing a large finger on my bud, heavily rubbing the nervous tissue and I buck my hips at the feeling, taking more of him in.
âThats it,â I could practically hear the smirk in his voice as he keeps the same pace, taking the time to slide the head of his cock in and out cautiously, if I could think without my horny brain Iâd be bursting at the seams at his realization and quick thinking.
âYouâre so fuckinâ tight, such a good girl for me, huh?â He asks rhetorically.
âYes~â I moan out and slide myself further down his shaft, taking in the pleasure of him paying attention to my sensitive clit once more, feeling used to the head and craving more, but he was right about one thing, I donât think Iâd be unsatisfied anymore.
âYou should see what I see,â His hand abandons my clit and another slap, this time a wet spot left from his fingers cooling down the stinging cheek right as he draws himself out and shoves himself all the way in, the breath getting knocked out of my lungs at that moment.
âMove, move, move, move, move-â I chant toward him, needing to feel that friction again, not caring if the slightest sting was there, wanting to feel the way his head and shaft glide in so smoothly that it sets all my nerves on fire, another wet smack on my ass as he obliges, repeating the movement.
âJake, please, again-â I pant as I say those words and feel another smack on the opposite cheek, releasing a frustrated moan as he stays still, I can feel his arms leave my hips and I whine at the loss, a thud implying theyâd been placed in front of me due to his size.
âHush yaâ mouth, kid,â He comments in my ear, straining his voice as he attempts to thrust slowly, dropping some of the weight of his chest into my back to prevent me from moving my hips back.
âI donât wanna hold back, please, just go at your pace, I donât care, please.â I moan between words, I didnât care if I couldnât walk from the mind blowing dick he was giving me, I just needed to come.
âShut up, babygirl.â
I feel a hand circle around my neck from his position, his thumb and fingers squeezing gently at my neck as he says that and I could feel a flutter in my pussy, heat pooling down my lower belly, and I felt a deep desire to be filled with his come.
âYou like being choked hmm I can feel your sweet cunt squeezing my cock.â His voice is driven my lust that I didnât think this was the same man talking to me earlier. âIâve wanted to take care of this sweet pussy for a while now, watch it swallow my cock, hear you beg for it.â Jake pauses and I felt the orgasm that had been approaching stop with his movement.
âBeg.â
âPlease let me come, I was so close, please-â
âMm, you could do better than that, you did so good for your colleague last week, do I need to repeat the words you told him?â
I could feel my pussy drench in juices as he stated that. Iâd heard the sound of someone closing the door right after Iâd almost reached an orgasm with Jensen but he told me I was just imagining everything- of course right after heâd gotten to come and left me high and dry- I had to finish myself off in my room, I wonder if he-
âShame you had to finish yourself off, but that wonât happen again, just beg.â
âIn the-â I pant as I feel the heat on my face â-nicest way possible, I donât wanna walk after.â I stated with a gasp as he picks up his speed.
âSâwhat I fuckinâ thought.â He mutters in my ear and squeezes the sides of my neck once more, I believed heâd already been going as fast as possible, only to feel him lift me from my neck as he settled myself on his knees, making sure my thighs were spread over his kneeâs, still squeezing my neck.
The shock of him lifting me, settling me on his lap, and thrusting his hips at lightning speed had my orgasm approaching faster than it had been when he was moving at a turtles pace. I could feel my thighs shaking at the feel of the head of his dick rubbing every spot inside I had no idea existed. My feet hadnât exactly been touching the ground, but I could feel them ghosting over the floor with every thrust, the idea of being manhandled like this turned me on so much.
âJake, Iâm coming, Iâm-â I didnât have time to finish the sentence as he squeezes the side of my neck and reaches over his other hand to rub my clit, speeding the process along nicely and making my orgasm crash over me.
The words heâd been saying were incoherent at the time, but I did feel warmth, everywhere. Heâd wrapped his hands around my chest, the other on my hip to keep me steady, and another type of stretch was filling my pussy, his cock buried deep in me as he comes inside, most of it being dumped out due to itâs limited space.
âHoly fucking shit.â I stated tiredly, thighs still shaking as I manage to slowly bring myself out of my orgasmic mind-fuck. Mind suddenly reeling back and realizing what weâd done. âHoly fucking shit-â I repeated in a different tone.
âYou are ours, babygirl, you donât need to freak out. It was her idea, remember?â He stated while kissing my temple and I could feel my heart rate picking up.
âIâm still scared to face her now. I fucked her husband.â
âShe is also your wife.â
âBut does she want to be-â
âWould I be here getting you off if she didnât want to?â
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I have an idea for "streamer au". How about the chat shipping the ghost with the reader? How do they always leave cute and funny comments whenever there is interaction between them? Or how the ghost is made silly in some situations by the reader? I would love to read this situation :) this is probably very badly written, and full of mistakes, sorry, my english sucks :/
your english is good! no mistakes or bad wording. <3
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at first its subtle.
chat honestly thought ghost and you were very good friends. that was until he started to transition into quiting his day job to be a full time streamer. he asked several other streamers on how they keep a schedule, realistic goals, and how to keep the viewers entertained.
this meant branching out from just gaming.
ghost made his first appearance since he started the channel. you helped him black out the areas around his eyes and he donned the skull balaclava.
even though streaming would catch a lot of attention, ghost thought it would be better to keep a bit of privacy for himself. thus the mask.
you wore a plain black medical mask deciding it would be better to hide at least a part of your face for privacy.
the first thing chat picked up on was the difference in size.
they honestly thought ghost was bluffing when he told them he was 6'4.
he wasn't lying. the height difference shows when you hit him for leaning against you, arm on top of your head as the two of you chilled.
or when he wraps his arms around your shoulders and pulls you against him. out of the way of chaotic soap as he runs around the set like a child on crack.
it was interesting to see the way that the two of you interacted, especially because for so long you only had a voice/edits made.
chat constantly says they can see ghost blushing when you tease him on his size. you think its hilarious that ghost's jacked af yet doing an overglorified office job. he lowkey flexes everytime he sees you eying his muscles.
it gets even more hectic when soap joined. you and soap constantly clown on each other and chase each other around the house. chat either eggs it on or feels bad that ghost has two leash children he has to constanly look after.
two gremlins and a tired parent trio.
but when soap's talking to you, ghost will just silently stare. straight at you. practically without blinking.
he zones out a lot when he looks at you. thinking what you would look like or how you would react if he did the things soap does to get your attention.
someone pointed it out later with a small short. putting heart emojis and stars around ghost as the camera pans from him to you laughing at something soap said.
the channel has officially adopted your 'streamer' name despite being the editor. they call you hound. because you can be so playful and easygoing, yet in games and when editing you're absolutely ruthless in your worth ethics.
ghost calls you pup.
the first time he called you that chat flipped out. it was midday when you came in with food for ghost. because he hadn't eaten breakfast in order to stream.
you had briefly popped into the face cam as you said
'here's some food.'
'thanks pup.' ghost was too focused on defeating hollow knight that he let it slip. and chat went wild.
chat calls it out everytime ghost lets it slip. soap always ends up exploding with laughter as he mockingly calls you pup.
and ghost? he just crosses his arms around his chest and sulks. most likely pouting underneath the mask.
chat argues about the ship name.
ghosthound.
houndghost.
ghound.
houst.
ghost got a donation alert that asked him about his preference one day while he was streaming valorant. the audience could hear the way his chair creaked as he leaned back and thought for a moment.
"ghosthound."
he accepted no further answers or questions about it. but that day twitter made ghosthound trend. lots of pictures and posts claiming the ship is official as people absolutely fawn over this moody giant and his happy little editor.
feeding further into the shipping, ghost had mindlessly liked a really nice fanart of the two of you hugging.
and suddenly he's getting tagged in tiktok edits and fanart.
he secretly looks through all of them in his freetime. he would never admit it.
though you have seen him scroll through those tags a few times. you pretended not to notice.
overall chat loves ghosthound and wouldn't give up anything for it.
...
except maybe another otp.
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a headcanon with dave and reader where they accidentally meet maybe in a cafe?idk, they End up in a relationship and then reader finds out dave is marrried, she gets upset, she end things and then dave ends it with his wife to be with readerđđđ im so delu about that man
Dave York x f!reader
A/N: I gotta be honest anon, Dave is slowly becoming my biggest addiction because he is so perfect and I love him sooo much đđđ
⢠it was just another trio back home after another excruciating mission Dave York was assigned and paid very well to take another man's life
⢠in the beginning, he was always eager to go home and see his family, after all, they were the reason why he did all of that, so he could have enough money to provide them
⢠he loved his beautiful girls to death, they were the most important thing in the world for him, but he simply couldn't stand Carol anymore
⢠he didn't know exactly when their relationship started to fall apart, but it was likely when she began nagging him about every single thing, complaining about his business trips, about having to take care of the kids, driving them around all the time and the fact that Dave didn't earn much money according to her, even if she had a huge house, two brand new cars in the garage and stupid expensive clothes
⢠she was just so ungrateful he couldn't stand being around her anymore
⢠just as she couldn't stand being around him either
⢠and that was when they decided to get divorced
⢠they were technically separated, still living under the same roof while the official paperwork wasn't ready, besides, the kids weren't aware of it, still too young to understand which caused them both to act as if nothing had happened
⢠including keeping their wedding rings on around them, but they'd always come off as soon as the girls were out of sight
⢠and that's how you met Dave at the new cafe downtown
⢠he was standing in line in front of you, absent-mindedly waiting until it was his turn to order, getting his coffee and turning around and bumping into you
⢠it was both a miracle he hadn't spilled hot coffee on you, and also extremely odd Dave - who always had great reflexes - ended up colliding against the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen
⢠but it turned out as a good thing, because that gave you two a reason to talk and get to know each other a little bit better
⢠so one coffee became one exchange of numbers, that became a date and that went on until you realized you were in deep for that handsome mysterious man
⢠you knew he had two daughters, was separated and worked for the government which meant he couldn't talk a lot about his job
⢠but he seemed to be in love just as you were in love with him
⢠still, his time was pretty divided between you and his daughters and you absolutely respected that and understood it, which made you admire him even more
⢠you decided to take your dog for a walk in the park one Sunday morning, Dave told you he wouldn't be able to see you that day and you knew he would be with his daughters so it was a pretty sweet coincidence to spot Dave himself along with the two small girls just a few meters away from you
⢠he hadn't noticed you, being so focused on helping them control their balance and not fall from their bikes and proud to see them being able to ride it with not much struggle
⢠you watched the scene from afar, enjoying to see what a great dad Dave was, it made your heart warm and it even made you have a delusional moment of picturing yourself having a child with Dave
⢠the scene was perfect, until a brunette woman walked in, towards Dave and handing him a bottle of water, the girls immediately cheered and shouted "MOMMY!" excitedly and you felt a pang in your heart
⢠you reminded yourself you couldn't panic, he knew he must have been co-parenting his daughters with her so perhaps they just had the habit of spending time together, that was until the woman wrapped her arms around his neck and the girls giggled happily, at the display of affection given by her parents
⢠and the moment Dave took the water bottle to his mouth with his left hand, you were able to spot his wedding ring
⢠you gasped as you stood there shocked; it had been too good to be true, of course he was lying: he was married and having his fun with you, while you'd been too stupid to fall in love with him
⢠as the small family walked away, you could only drag yourself back to your home, locking yourself in and crying your heart out
⢠and the next few days, Dave called and texted but you ignored all of his attempts of getting in touch with you, you decided you wouldn't that lying cheating man the time of the day
⢠but of course he went after you, wanting to know what the fuck had happened so you would completely ghost him like that
⢠and when he literally broke into your apartment and waited for you, you two got into a heated argument, you accused him of lying and cheating on his wife, talking about the family scene you'd witnessed
⢠while he tried defending himself by saying he was just acting that way because the girls didn't know anything about it yet
⢠you didn't believe him, and above all, you were hurt, so even if his words were true, it didn't matter, you had broken up with him right there and then
⢠and Dave was pretty upset too
⢠he didn't think he would take that breakup that hard, he had no idea you were that important to him until he had lost you
⢠but that also made him realize he needed to make a decision and face his fears
⢠so in the weeks he'd been away from you, he managed to talk to Carol and then have an honest conversation with his daughters, explaining to them he would always love them no matter what
⢠after some crying things seemed to be falling into the right track, but there was still something he needed to do
⢠he went after you, finding you at the same cafe you'd met and it took you a lot of convincing to follow him to some place
⢠on the way, he explained to you how he never lied and he was already separated from Carol but they still shared the same house, which you only listened to but didn't say anything
⢠he parked in front of a building and took you to an apartment, showing him it was his new place and there was something else he wanted to do in front of you: sign the divorce papers
⢠he assured you he was starting a new chapter in his life and he really wanted you to be a part of it
⢠you couldn't resist Dave, jumping into his arms you kissed his lips, after all, he was divorced now
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i have like 3 long posts in the drafts about a college au, hard of hearing toge and partially blind maki, and inuokko dynamic with kids but here i am, once again, not finishing my wip <3
so anyway, first and second years and how much they believed in santa, second years being a lot longer because i am actually insane. ft. inuokko and nobamaki of course
yuuji - his dad probably wanted him to have so much magic in the holidays, but his grandfather was very practical. so he probably got a singular santa christmas before being raised to know he wasnât real. but yuuji is such a good kid that he kept it to himself and just played along with the other kids. choso still thinks he believes, probably because a small part of him is a little kid at heart.
megumi - tsumiki did her best to keep the magic of the holidays, but they didnât have a lot of money so she struggled a lot. heâs a very practical kid so it didnât take him long to figure it out. for a while he didnât say anything until it slipped out in an argument that he knew and wasnât a kid. when gojo adopted them, he took a little too much enjoyment in gaslighting them that santa was real but had been delivering their presents somewhere else. not out of being a good guardian, but because he enjoys lying to children, especially pulling off weird feats and watching megumi twitch.
nobara - 100% believed in santa the longest out of the trio and is embarrassed by it. if you ask her, she always knew he was fake and she was just trying to get cool presents. but if you ask her grandmother, she would go on an exasperated rant on how stubborn she was in believing in santa, and threw a fit every time someone tried saying he wasnât. she still loves christmas, the aesthetic, presents, cafes, specials, etc. and gets excited like a little kid. she begs maki to match outfits and go ice skating and get the special christmas cake with her. at heart sheâs still a little girl in a lot of ways, even if she wonât admit it.
panda - he stills believes in santa. itâs a long going pact for no one to tell him that his dad is blackmailing everyone to let him keep believing. Despite being a rational creature who insists human are the silly ones, he abides by traditions strictly to ensure that santa will show up. yaga has basically been enforcing his belief because he finds it cute and it lets him act like a parent for at least a small while.
maki - was never allowed to believe in santa, didnât even know what he was apart from the glances she and mai would get in store windows and atop strawberry cakes they were never allowed to have. the most joy they stole for themselves around that day was when it would snow. sneaking out of their room, they would draw shapes into the show and making matching snowmen for each other that they hid in bushes. when taken to help with shopping, theyâd discreetly awe at the shining lights and everything they werenât allowed to indulge in. when maki came to jujutsu high, it was simultaneously difficult and gratifying to partake in everything she was denied as a child. she loves junk food, so having kfc chicken and strawberry cake for the first time was life changing. she pretends to complain when nobara drags her out, but never puts up a fight for too long before theyâre interlocking hands and looking into store windows that she had only ever been able to steal glances at. despite always vying to spite her family, sometimes she forgets the simplest way to do so is in living her life happily. thatâs why, when nobara insists on pulling her into the ice skating ring, gripping her arms with a wide grin and a practiced ease in the way she skates them in circles, fingertips still warm from holding the hot chocolate, and eyes sparkling, maki can feel her walls melting down. when they eventually move into together, after everything, their wounds ache in the cold. nobara no longer has the confidence to go out into the city, not missing an eye and with a scarred face. itâs maki who gently drags her out, who pulls her under the christmas lights and pushes back her hair, presses her lips to her forehead and just holds her. despite everything, despite how much they lost, despite how makiâs heart burns every time she sees the snow, despite how nobaraâs heart thunders every time someone looks for too long, they havenât lost each other.
toge - like maki, he never even knew what santa was. growing up, he was seen as dangerous from the moment he opened his mouth. teaching him how to talk was seen as dangerous because the more words he knew, the more that could be used against them. so there was no outings, no TV, no visitors, nothing beyond the grounds he grew up in. he spent his entire childhood restricted until gojo intervened. but thatâs for another time on my headcanon of his backstory ⨠so, coming into jujutsu high he was experiencing these things for the first time. gojo goes all out for christmas, so it was a heck of a first impression. at night, when everyone was asleep, heâd spend hours looking at their mini tree, hands around a cup of tee. the first present gojo gave him was a blue scarf, so he wasnât always restricted to face masks. he signed it off as santa, but it took one alarmed look from a possible intruder for maki to tell him. he has a weird relationship with the holiday, like a new person coming into an established friendship, like an interloper. he enjoys it passively, but canât help but feel like heâs intruding within it every time it comes around. though itâs the same for most, if not all, holidays. yuuta sees it despite how toge prides himself on hiding it from his friends, and takes every opportunity to prove him wrong. toge finds himself subject to traditions that still confuse him, but he never could deny the other. so at late hours he finds himself cutting paper snowflakes, listening to japanese christmas songs, watching too many movies about the elusive santa. at early hours, yuuta physically drags him from his bed, sometimes having too carry him, to open presents at too early of an hour. when yuuta leaves, christmas is cold again, and only vaguely feels right when they video call each other from opposite time zones. despite yuutaâs excitement of the holiday, he opens his present from miguel and gojo early so they can do it together.
yuuta - he grew up in a very normal household that did actually let him have a good experience with the holiday. he and his sister would decorate together, wake up as early as possible, and indulge in as many activities as they could. rika would join them later, snowball fights and arts and crafts that ended in sticky hands and laughter. when rika died, all of the joy went with her. his parents never actually told him santa wasnât real, after rika died it just didnât matter to him anymore. when his sister tried to initiate a snow ball fight, rika nearly broke her arm. after that, his household lived in a constant state of holding its breath. his sister tried and tried to reach out to him for everything they used to do, but again and again rika would hurt her until his parents physically pulled her away from him. when he was taken to be executed, he thought maybe his family would be able to celebrate christmas again. of course his first christmas eve at jujutsu high ended with him murdering his teachers gay lover, and freeing his childhood friend, but they did end up having a small celebration despite it all. after that, after he came back from abroad, after the war finally finished, he finally allowed himself to enjoy the holiday again. he spent hours decorating the little apartment he and toge were staying in, sheepishly scratching the back of his head when toge looked at the mistletoe with a raised eyebrow. he takes toge to markets and to the illuminations around the plazas and districts, trying to pretend like he didnât spend hours researching the ideal holidate. despite that itâs toge that always gives him the perfect gift at the perfect time. the one heâd never be able to forget, was a product of those times heâd whisper in tears that he wished he knew how his sister was doing, too scared to reach out himself, wishing heâd get even postcard. he would never be able to forget the way toge squeezed his hand before pointing at a girl. even after a few years, heâd recognized her immediately. she hasnât noticed them yet, intentionally on togeâs part, he was giving him a chance to decide. breathless, he called out her name, she turned to him and smiled with tears in her eyes, and for the first time in years they were allowed to hold each other other. he loves the holidays, loves his friends, his boyfriend, his sister, and loves that after everything, he was given the chance to live so joyously.
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Splitting up Team 7....Let's get into it
Disclaimerâď¸: I'm not trying to dog on anyone who makes alternate team headcanons for fun. I have my own thoughts ofc, but as long as you're truly not hurting anyone, it's not that deep. I'm sharing my thoughts on this since I've seen this take a few times over the years, but do with it what you will!
As always, you're free to share your thoughts! Just be sure to keep it respectful :)
Tbh, it baffles me when ppl say that Sakura (bc that's usually who's removed from the team in these takes) or anyone else on Team 7 would've had better development if they were assigned to a different team. I think people fail to consider that Team 7âs close, consistent proximity and becoming teammates was one of the key reasons why they were able to get past their initial impressions of each other and form a deep bond.
This is only one example, but as far as we know, no other team went on any dangerous missions like Team 7 did to the Land of Waves. Granted, that was an outlier since that mission was supposed to be a C rank; however, it was vital to their individual growth. It shaped their perceptions of each other as teammates and of the shinobi world as a whole. If Sakura, Sasuke, and/or Naruto were placed on a different team (assuming little-to-nothing else was changed in the series), I'd deem it unlikely that they would've grown to be the shinobi they became, although not as quickly.
If you want, you can view this through the lense of recent media, particularly the YA genre. There are many reasons why they tend to be set in middle/high school (though I think that's starting to change and expand, thank goodness), one of them being the outcomes of forced, consistent proximity.
The characters are placed in an environment where they're (more often than not) forced to interact; it's not like college or other settings where you can simply leave if you don't want to be there, especially without it being fair to others in your group. While itâs ultimately up to them to choose whether or not they want to become more than acquaintances with their classmate(s), their relationship has a higher chance of forming due to being consistently around each other.
The same applies to Team 7 and honestly, the other Rookie 9 teams. They were all placed on their teams- a learning and training environment with forced, consistent proximity- for a reason. Ino-Shika-Cho being placed together since they're THEE Ino-Shika-Cho trio (if any sensei had messed that iconic trio up....bless their hearts fr), and Team 8 all being trackers.
For Team 7, it was also so they could all learn and benefit from each other in some way. Naruto could benefit from Sasukeâs proficiency in ninjutsu, Sakura's intelligence, and both of their calmer personalities(give or take with Sakura) seeing as he got the lowest marks at the academy and misbehaved a lot. Sasuke could benefit from Naruto and Sakura's social and outgoing personalities seeing as he got low scores in cooperation and teamwork.
While Sakura performed well in her academics, she slacked greatly in anything pertaining to using physical strength. She could benefit from Sasuke and Naruto's taijutsu and battle skills seeing as she got low marks in taijutsu.
I think it's also worth noting that Sakura is a balance of their personalities while having her own. While she's not always on 10 like Naruto was, she was able to be social and upbeat and like him. She wasn't emotionally cold or nonchalant like Sasuke, but she was able to match his calmer "think first, act later" demeanor. Ofc, they've all had their moments and didn't act the same way all the time. I love that Team 7 can share one brain cell at times, lol.
As I said in the preface, I'm not trying to down anyone making alternate team headcanons for fun. That being said, it's just odd to me that people claim that placing them on different teams would suddenly "fix" their characters. Becoming a team was an integral part of their characterization, with each of them serving a unique purpose in one anotherâs growth. (This includes Sai too, though that may be a convo for another day.)
Like the title says, this was a starting "Let's get into it" post. I have more specific thoughts on this take, but these are my initial thoughts for now :).
Sources: The academy report cards are only in the physical fanbook. You can find an online transcription of it here and photo scans here!
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