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seventeenpins · 7 months

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a slight miscalculation - pt. i

pairing: Joel x F!Reader

word count: 8.3k

summary: Sarah is off to college, and Joel is about to be living in an empty nest. They road trip out together, and as she spends her first night in her new apartment, he's staying in a nearby hotel. Letting go of his inhibitions for the first time in a long time, he tumbles into a one night stand that becomes very complicated, very quickly.

content/warnings: smut, age gap, mycologist!reader, dick sucking, implied pussy eating, fingering, no outbreak au, reader likes to hike, reader also infodumps, joel miller has a big cock, he also has anxiety, reader has anxiety too, and a cat, reader is in early 20s--exact age not established, one (1) use of daddy, alcohol and weed consumption, joel is a diligent condom wearer, set in present day, discussion of girl scout cookies, joel is sweet and soft and hasn't been eviscerated by the death of his daughter

a/n: I'm intending this to be about five parts. This may change, but right now it's looking like five. I've been struggling to write for a while, unable to focus, but I think I'm back at it? as always, your feedback is hugely appreciated, and i'm kissing all likers and commenters and rebloggers deeply and with tongue 🩷

check out pt. ii

For the first time in nineteen years, Joel is completely adrift. Sarah's starting college in just two months.

It's the kind of realization that hits him like a bucket of ice water, a sudden shock and then an unpleasant trickling of anxiety wrapping about him in nasty tendrils. And then he feels guilty, because he's so, so happy for Sarah because he knows that she's thrilled, but fuck she's gonna be two time zones away and now what's Joel meant to do on Thursday movie nights when he's here without her?

It's terrifying, and it's new. And it's not that he's new to anxiety. He's usually anxious, and he has the Sertraline on his bedside stand to prove it. But if his general anxiety baseline usually hovered around a 6.4, where he was at now far surpassed a 10. It felt exponential, and totally exhausting.

When he voices his fears to Tommy, to Joel's horror, Tommy just doubles over in laughter.

"Jesus, Joel," he wheezes, wiping fake tears from his eyes in exaggerated movements, "You looked so serious I thought you were gonna say you'd killed someone."

Joel scowls. "The fuck you laughing for?"

"She's going to college, it's not like she's dying!"

"How'm I gonna be there for her? What if she needs me? What if-"

"Joel-," Tommy pats him gently on the shoulder, "She can always call you, and you can always call her. And we both know she's got a good head on 'er shoulders."

Joel snorts in concession. "Yeah, yeah. Better than yours and mine put together, and then some."

"Exactly." Tommy agrees, "And if there's ever anything that really goes wrong, you got me. We can drive out together and make sure she's okay."

Joel nods and feels the tiniest bit of tension leave him. One step at a time.

Just over nineteen years ago he found out he was about to be a dad. Suddenly, he had a purpose. Having a kid at twenty-two wasn't something he'd ever intended, but somehow he knew he loved his baby girl from the moment he knew she was a possibility. He spent a solid seven months running around, hustling, doing everything he could to get the very best for his kid. He'd take on doubles, working himself to the bone to make sure they had the best crib, and the best stroller, too. He was thrilled and terrified and so, so green.

Now, his heart feels so big he doesn't know how to handle it. His baby girl is an honest-to-god adult, moving out and going to college, and he has no idea what he's gonna do with his time now.

He has work, of course. But beyond that? He's really gotta to widen his circle, he realises, because who's he gonna hang out with? His brother?

He'd only just turned forty-one and had absolutely not come to terms with an empty nest--the few friends from high school he'd kept in touch with were so much further behind than him. The ones that had kids had them later in their twenties and thirties, and now they're raising middle schoolers while Joel's kid is a real fucking person, leaving home and everything. All the scrapping and saving he'd been doing since before Sarah was born–for his little girl to be able to follow any dream she chose–it was finally paying off. The precocious young woman she is, she graduated early and spent nearly a year working retail to save up some cash. She'd applied to colleges all across the country, and a few international ones, too. Joel had been crossing his fingers for months, hoping she'd choose something near Austin, but cheered with her all the same when she got her acceptance letter from Oregon State University. The previous summer, just before she'd started her applications, she and Joel and Tommy spent a miserable, wonderful week hiking round the Pacific Northwest. She fell in love with it, and the university offered a few of the majors she wanted to consider.

Joel didn't know what he'd do with his baby girl so far away, his life, his reason, but he sure as hell wasn't gonna tell her that. He will not clip her wings. His baby's gonna change the world and he's not gonna hold her back. He is, though, gonna require regular phone calls and check-ins and god they grow up so fast.

"Y'all should road trip out there," Tommy suggests one night over the dinner table.

Joel knew the conversation of how Sarah would get to the West Coast would come up, and it oughta be sooner rather than later. He was half afraid that she wanted to head out on her own, that she didn't need her dad anymore. Worried she would say she wanted to get a plane ticket, or take the Amtrak all the way to Corvallis. But he knows he needs to loosen his grip a little, so he braces himself when he turns to her.

"What'dya think, Sarah? You wanna be stuck in a car with your old man for a cross-country trip?"

Sarah rolls her eyes, but her face breaks into a grin. "Can we, Dad?"

This was too good to be true, he knew, but he wasn't gonna give up one last opportunity to spend some time with his girl till winter break.

"Course, baby," he tells her, and that flicker of anxiety quells just the tiniest bit.

The next few weeks fly by, and the knot of anxiety in Joel's chest feels like it's consuming him from the inside out. He's taken some time off, more than Sarah or Tommy can remember, but he's constantly trying to suggest ideas for activities to Sarah. For the most part, she's a good sport, understanding how much it means to her dad. She took pity on him, and let him drag her to places that ideally she would've gone to when she was little, but she humored him and he appreciated her dedication. He did his best to step back when she was heading out to spend time with friends--her time here was limited, after all, and she was always a social butterfly.

There are five weeks till classes start, four weeks, three, two, and in the blink of an eye, they're loading up the truck with all of Sarah's things, and Tommy is hugging Sarah goodbye, teary eyed. He gives Joel a hug, too. Joel would never admit it, but fuck he had really needed that hug.

They would take the scenic route. Make a memorable trip of it. Joel would make sure she settles in safe and sound, and then he'd head home.

6am Sunday.

You wake with a start. It's just over a week before term starts and your entire body aches. Fuck, you think to yourself, definitely overdid it with that last hike.

(The hiking part wasn't itself a problem, but one of the trails had washed out. You thought you'd found your way, but the "easy" three and a half mile hike took about five hours, leaving your calves bruised and your heels blistered.)

You roll over in your hotel room bed and, at the sound of a slight yelp followed by a gentle thud, realise with a sudden start that you just catapulted your cat off the corner.

"Shit, sorry goblin," you tell Spatula, who glares up at you with disdain as he licks at his paw. You reach down and, despite your inadvertent cat launch, he immediately rubs up against your fingertips and lets you scratch behind his ears.

"I'm sorry, baby," you soothe.

He meows, loudly. Howls, really. You take it as an apology accepted.

You sit up properly and look at your phone calendar. Nothing immediate. You don't need to get keys to your new apartment till tomorrow, nor do you meet your roommates till then–they're both moving in today, and moving is already horrible without having to navigate around the belongings of two other people. No, thanks. You can afford one more night at the hotel, and it'll make everything go that little bit more smoothly tomorrow. Besides, you have a bit of reading you'd like to get through, maybe stock up on non-perishables till you have a full-sized fridge, and get to know the city just a little.

You move gingerly, testing the ache in your muscles as you unfold yourself from the position you've been sat in and pull yourself from the bed. It hurts, but not something that won't be fixed with a little movement.

A plan forms. First, a walk, to try and loosen up your tight muscles. Then, errands. You have a whole list, with everything categorised by store, but then you enter IKEA and exit fifteen minutes later, only to find that five and a half hours have passed and it's evening now.

How was it that IKEA harnessed such a malicious power. How could anything harness that?

You need a fucking break. And a goddamn drink.

"Hey Dad," Sarah calls from the adjacent bedroom as Joel sweats, hauling another box towards her. The drive has been good, but it has been long. His legs ache. His back aches. There are parts of him that he didn't know existed that now ache.

"Yeah?" he calls back.

"Are you sure you're okay with me staying here tonight?"

Joel lets out a breath. He wants to be okay with it. And there's no way his nineteen year old would want to hang out with her dad when she could be spending the very first night in her brand new apartment. But he also wishes she wanted to spend one last night, hanging out in a hotel room with her dad. They could watch shitty movies together. Make the most of the final night before this cataclysmic shift.

But no.

That'd just be him being selfish. He can handle a night by himself. He's gotta handle a whole lotta them soon enough.

"O'course baby," he nods, hoping the smile he's plastered on his face looks totally genuine. "But we're still doin' breakfast in the morning, right?"

She nods, vigorous, and then waves her phone around. "I was looking up places! There's a diner called Tommy's," she laughs, "Wanna try that? 9:30?"

"Let's do it," he smiles, and this one is a little less forced.

"How much more do we have?" Sarah asks, nodding towards the box Joel's still holding.

"Last box," he grunts, "What else can I help with?"

He places the box down and lets out a slight, almost silent whimper. Sarah catches it, though.

"Maybe you should take it easy the rest of the day, Dad," she tells him, "We both know you have old man back."

He rolls his eyes but nods. "Guess you're right," he shrugs, "That my cue to take off?"

Sarah blushes but turns to him sheepishly. "Yeah, I-"

"No need to explain," Joel assures, "I know you must wanna get unpacked and settle in, get to know your roommates an' all."

She jumps up and, almost startling him, wraps her arms around him in a bear hug.

"Love you, dad," she grins, and she squeezes just a little tighter than usual.

He squeezes back, and they both pretend there aren't tears in his eyes.

As you step through the doors of the hotel bar, you decide you like it. The lighting is comfortably low. It's not loud, but it's not quiet, either. Colorful bottles line the shelves, the light of the filament bulbs glinting off the glass in rainbow prisms.

You take a seat at the bar and give a nod of thanks as the bartender passes you a small menu. It's unsurprisingly extortionate, hotel bar and all, but it'll do.

"Old fashioned, please," you tell the bartender, who nods in response. A minute later, he hands you a glass, delivered with a twist of orange and a cherry on top.

With your first sip, you feel your shoulders start to relax and some of the tension loosen from your body. The warmth of the burn envelops you and your stress starts to unravel, leaving only the buzz feeling good.

You order a second, and as the glass is handed to you, a voice to your right catches your attention.

"This seat taken?" a man asks.

You shake your head and offer a quick smile, gesturing towards it, "All yours."

"Much obliged," he nods, and slips into the backless stool next to yours.

The bartender comes over and passes him the same menu, but without looking at it he asks, "Could I get an old fashioned?"

You smile and catch his eye, tipping your glass towards him. "An excellent choice," you praise, "Though if you don't have a sweet tooth, I'd recommend asking Jeff there if he can go easy on the simple syrup."

"Oh yeah?" He asks, and then he leans in conspiratorially. "T'tell you the truth, I do have a bit of a sweet tooth."

You raise an eyebrow. "Is that so?"

Suddenly, he breaks into a grin and it's dazzling.

"Yeah," he laughs, "I've got cookies stashed in secret locations all through my house."

You raise an eyebrow. "If I keep 'em in my pantry, my brother'll find 'em and eat 'em all," he explains, "But ever since my kid was a girl scout, I always get cravings for girl scout cookies, so I buy an armful o'boxes and try and preserve 'em throughout the year, till I can replenish."

"What's your favorite girl scout cookie?"

"Caramel deLites, hands down."

"Oh yeah?"

"Absolutely," he nods.

The bartender, Jeff, sets the man's drink down with a clink. You catch one another's eye and both erupt into a fit of laughter.

You're not even sure what's funny. Maybe it's just been a long day? Maybe the whiskey was getting to you?

Whatever it is, it feels good.

The man takes a sip of his drink and lets out an aaaahh and it's goofy and charming and then he extends his hand.

"Joel," he tells you, "Joel Miller". You shake his hand, introduce yourself, and then take a sip of your own drink.

"So, tell me about yourself," you smile, "You coming from out of town?"

"Yes ma'am," he nods, "Come up here from Austin."

"Texas?"

Joel nods.

"That's a long trip."

"Yeah," he laughs, "It really is."

"So, you're a nice Southern boy, huh?"

"Well," he swishes his glass and tries to bite back a smile, "I don't know that I'd go quite so far, but my mama did raise me to be a gentleman."

"That so?" you ask and his blush deepens.

"I... have been known to get up to some trouble, but I like to think I've mellowed in my old age." He gestures at the beautiful little smatterings of silver at his temples, and you cackle.

"Okay, that's hot," you tell him and he chokes, but you keep going, "Old age, though? What are you, like, forty?"

He exhales, chagrined. "Forty-one."

You roll your eyes. "That ain't old."

"It feels it sometimes," he smiles, "My kid is grown. My little brother's married with a kid of his own on the way. My back hurts, pretty much all the time."

You snort. You also notice, without trying to look, that he doesn't have a wedding band. Doesn't have a tan line for one, either. Interesting.

"But more than that," he continues, "I guess I feel- I don't know. A little... aimless?"

"Yeah," you nod, and you let the moment sit. "I get that."

He lets out a little breath, and then turns back to you, focused.

"What about you? Where're you from?"

"Oof," you exhale, "All over. Spent a bit of time on the East coast. The Midwest. Lived a few months in the South, even," you tease as you bump your shoulder into his and he laughs. It's a surprisingly familiar gesture, but miraculously comfortable.

"Ever make it to Texas?"

"Naw," you shake your head, "My time in the South was all in Mississippi. After that I moved out to California, and I've been slowly working my way up the West Coast."

"And what have you been enjoying about the West Coast?" Joel asks.

"The mushrooms," you grin, and Joel frowns.

"Like, the kind you get in a little baggy from the dealer down the street, or-?"

"No," you laugh, "Or, well- Okay, sometimes. Gotta say it is great out here for that, too. But I mean fungus as a whole--mushrooms, mold, yeast, lichen. But I'm most interested in mushrooms. They're just really fuckin' cool, and there's so much we don't understand about them. And, they're delicious."

"Huh," Joel ponders, "T'tell you the truth, I've never thought much about mushrooms, besides enjoying 'em as a pizza topping."

"Most people don't," you agree, "But fuck, like-- Okay, so we know there are over five million types of fungi on Earth, but we've identified less than two percent of them. Some fungus aids decomposition. Some fungus is bioluminescent. Some are known worldwide for their delicious flavours, and others are known by the slow, horrible ways they kill you."

Joel raises his eyebrows, and suddenly you feel a little self conscious.

"Sorry, I do this," you laugh, rubbing at the back of your neck, "I get very excited about fungus and manage to alienate everyone around me."

You half expect him to stand up and walk away.

Instead, though, he leans in closer. "Don't apologise," he tells you, "I'm learning something new. Tell me more?"

"No, I should stop. Otherwise I'll never stop talking," you wince.

"How about just one more fungus fact?"

You sit for a minute, pondering. "This is- well, I guess this is one of the reasons I find fungus so fascinating. So, fungus can't photosynthesise the way that plants do--they can't produce their own food from sunshine, and water, and carbon dioxide. Instead, their mycelium-- they're these thread-like networks--they branch out beneath the earth, seeking out food, growing in the direction where it can find the nutrients it needs and breaking down organic material all around them, sometimes living organisms, as a parasite, and sometimes dead organisms as a decomposer, or both. And it's just- It's this hidden world, that exists right beneath the surface even in some of the extreme places on earth, temperature-wise. And most days, we don't even think about it."

You punctuate your thought with a large swallow of your drink, which is half-watered down now that the ice is melted, and doesn't hit quite as hard as you'd hoped, but then you look up at Joel and he's smiling at you, pensive, and--

"That's- That's actually really interesting."

Before you can respond, though, Joel glances at his watch and balks. It is getting late. "Shit," he shakes his head, "I think I oughta call it a night," he says, pulling back. "Early morning tomorrow, and if I stay at the bar I'll just keep drinkin'."

Fuck. That's a dismissal. Of course you went on too much about mushrooms. You'd fucked this up. You'd thought this was going well, but now it felt like a bucket of cold water was dumped over you. "Oh," you nod, matching his posture, and try to swallow down the sudden wave of disappointment. "Of course. Have a good night, Joel."

Joel stands up and then looks you up and down, considering. It's not brazen, but it isn't shy, either. And then understanding flashes across his face.

"Wait- Sorry, that's not how I meant it." He reaches out towards you and you melt into his touch. "I'm messin' this up." He chuckles, but it sounds pained. "Now look, I don't wanna make any presumptions. And I'm really hopin' I'm not coming off as some--dirty old man. Jesus, I haven't done this in a while. But I'm in room 308."

Your eyebrows shoot up. What you'd taken for disinterest was just--nerves?

"I reckon I'll be awake for a while yet. You're welcome to... drop by."

The disappointment melts, making way for a fluttering in your stomach.

"Twenty minutes," you assure him, "308?"

He nods and he brakes into a sheepish grin, shedding what you now realise had been something of an anxious wince. "308."

You watch him leave. When he's out of sight, you toss back the rest of your watery drink and go to pay your tab, but Jeff tells you it was already settled. You thank him and tuck your shaking hands in your pockets. You feel an electricity running through you as you take the elevator up.

When you get back to your room, you hop into the shower, just to freshen up--you keep your hair dry but scrub your body. Once you're clean, you brush your teeth.

Stepping back out of the en suite, you survey the hotel room. Spatula is lounging on the corner of the bed, entirely uninterested in your movements. You top up his dry food bowl and place a kiss between his ears before slipping out.

When you knock at Joel's door, you hear a slight rustle and clatter and then the door swings open, Joel's staring a little wide-eyed, like he didn't actually expect you to show. He's wearing grey sweats and a Johnny Cash t-shirt that looks like it's been around nearly as long as you have. He shifts his weight from foot to foot, an anxious tell that's desperately endearing.

"C'mon in," he smiles, and you step in, closing the door behind you.

You reach out to cup his face, delighting in the feeling of coarse stubble beneath your fingertips. Your first kiss is chaste. You both lean forward and press your lips to one another gently, exploring.

Then, you let out a little moan and Joel shudders. Heat surges between you, and his hands are cradling your head and brushing your cheek and he's pinning you against the closed door. You're kissing again, nothing chaste remaining, learning the taste of him, his rhythm, the crashing waves of give and take between you.

You wrap one leg around him and smirk when he lets out a throaty groan as you grind against his hard cock. You're pretty sure he's not wearing underwear, the thick bulge seemingly unconstrained in his grey sweats, the whole length pressing against your thigh.

Your head falls back and you let out soft, breathy noises as his lips trace along your collarbone, up your throat, and against that tender little spot behind your ear. When he puts your earlobe between his lips and presses his teeth gently against the skin, your knees go weak and he chuckles, strong arms wrapping around you, holding you up.

"Bed?" he asks, and you breathe yes and then, with a yelp and a throaty chuckle, you're lifted up and spun around and both tumbling into the duvet.

You're grasping at each other, desperate to keep your hands on one another. The only times you part is when you undress, and even then, you're helping each other--pulling the hem of his shirt over his lifted arms, pressing into him as he reaches around and moves to unhook your bra, but then he realises you're not wearing one and lets out a groan, his thumbs brushing alongside the tender skin along your ribs, moving gently as if to cup your breasts, but then he pulls back.

Normally you might wait, do this part slowly, draw out the tease just a little bit longer.

Tonight, though, you're ravenous.

As you fiddle with the buttons of your pants, you tug at the drawstring keeping Joel's sweats on his hips. The bow comes loose in one smooth motion, and he lifts his hips and you pull the sweats down.

Your mouth immediately waters seeing him bare, laid out for you. You watch a bead of precum drip down the head and pool on his belly. The coarse hair of his happy trail glistens with it. He's thick, uncut, and looks painfully hard, his cock head ruddy. "Fuck, you're beautiful," you tell him, and his cheeks redden but he grins. It's boyish, the way he grins, and devastatingly charming.

And, what you're saying is true. His body is gorgeous, something you wish you could sketch. Soft flesh over hard muscle, visible tan lines where his chest and shoulders are noticeably lighter than his arms. The muscles and veins along his throat are driving you absolutely fucking insane as he swallows and looks up at you.

He's got freckles on his shoulders, too, and without thinking, you lower yourself down to kiss at his shoulder. He shakes, just a little, and lets out the most beautiful gasp. It's addictive, pulling these noises from him. You follow the curve of him, giving him a taste of his own medicine--tracing feather-light kisses along his collarbone, up the tendons of his neck, behind his ear. You can feel the blood pulse in his veins as your lips brush along him. Joel goes from panting lightly to full on groaning, rutting his hips up towards you and, frustrated, meeting only air.

"Can I taste you?", you ask, and Joel lets out a half-strangled sound and nods, vigorous.

You scoot back, lower yourself, poke out your tongue and, without any preamble, lick at the slit of his head, tasting the salty, tangy precum.

Joel tips his head back and groans and you decide to be kind. You grasp onto his hips and take him in your mouth, slowly sinking down, inch by inch by inch and now you can feel him at the back of your throat, your saliva dripping down the shaft and collecting in the hair between his thighs.

You bob your head up and down, taking him deeper with each thrust, but your throat is full and there are still inches to go. You relax, doing everything you can to take him deeper, and he starts to thrust up gently.

You let him fuck into your mouth but release one of his hips, allowing him to move as freely as he needs and freeing up your hand, which you shove into your underwear, rubbing furiously at your clit.

It doesn't take much to lose yourself in it, to focus only on the sensation. You're so wet, slick coating your fingers, making the glide that much smoother as you touch yourself. Joel tastes so good, too, the intrusion of his cock the most delicious thing, feeling the way he shudders when you moan, the way he moans when you shudder.

"Fuck-" Joel gasps, and then there's a hand guiding you gently off of him.

You raise an eyebrow. "You okay?"

He swallows, hard, and nods. "More than okay. Felt too fuckin' good."

"Oh yeah?" and you lean down, as if to take him back in your mouth, but he chuckles and pulls you back again.

"It's been... a while. For me. And-" He drags his palm down his face, wearing an almost pained expression. "Christ, you just look too fuckin' good down there, mouth stretched 'round me while you touch yourself. An' it feels too fuckin' good, too. I ain't ready for this to be over yet but if you keep lettin' me fuck your throat like that it's gonna be over real quick. And I wanna feel that pretty pussy myself."

You sit back up and he pulls you towards him so you're straddling him.

"You gonna fuck me, Joel?"

"Yes," he breathes, "Yes, baby, please-"

You do an awkward wobble and then stand up, shedding your pants and letting your panties drop, stepping out of them, one foot and then the other, and the way he's watching you is addictive. He watches you with beautiful eyes, drinking all of you in, and suddenly the moment has changed into one of those quiet, intimate moments where you both exhale a laugh.

You straddle him again, and lean down to kiss him, and the electric current surges up. He grabs you by the jaw, meeting your desperation. His lips on yours are exactly the balm you need and you can taste the whiskey on his breath.

"Feels fucking good," you tell Joel as you slide up and down his length. He's not penetrating you, not yet, but the lips of your pussy are spread and you're gliding along him, feeling his head at your clit and thrusting back till you're nearly seated on his balls.

He watches you, nearly unblinking, drinking it all in. Then, he lets out a groan, and half-sits up, suddenly focused.

"Shit," he closes his eyes in frustration, "I don't have any condoms. Shit shit shit-"

You push him back down and kiss him again. Then, you hop off the bed and sift around in your jean pockets.

"Ah-ha!," you exclaim, once you've found your treasure. Joel raises and eyebrow and you wink. "Saw they were selling them in the lobby. Figured it might be a good idea."

"Shit," Joel laughs, and presses his lips just to the side of your mouth. "Clever girl," he tells you, and a shiver goes up your spine.

He leans to help, but you shoo him away and he watches, entranced, as you neatly open the condom wrapper and, with a small amount of difficulty, roll it down his cock.

"Feeling okay?" You ask him, "Shit, I shoulda gotten the Magnums. Is your dick okay? It's not being choked to death by an inappropriately sized rubber, is it?"

Joel snorts. "We'll manage," he says, and then he grips you by the hips, lines himself up. He draws his knuckles along your cunt and groans, "Fuck, so goddamn wet for me-" and, the moment you look at him and nod, he holds the head of his cock against your drooling lips and presses into you.

It's a big stretch as he lowers you down onto him, the intrusion almost painful, but before you can even take a breath, it melts into absolute pleasure. You've fucked people with longer cocks before, and you've fucked people with girthier cocks before, but never have you fucked someone with a cock that's both this long and thick and it feels like you're being split in two and it's perfect and you realise, with a sudden flip of your stomach, he isn't even fully seated inside you yet.

Then, you manage to focus on the words Joel is saying-that had really just been background noise for the past ten seconds or so-and suddenly you're tuning back in for "Tha's it," his voice low and hoarse, surprisingly gentle, "Good girl, takin' this cock so well, look at you."

His brow is furrowed and he's looking at you with such dark eyes, nearly black, the pupils are so blown. "Just a little more, that's it, just one more inch, you can do it, christ, look at you, takin' all of me."

His tone is reverent and it sets a fire through you. You can feel more slickness build and drip out of you, and from the way he moans, you're certain he can feel it too despite the condom.

"So fuckin' wet," he groans, "Soakin' my cock- grippin' me so nice-Fuck--"

He leans towards you and cradles your head in his hand, kissing you hard.

When you both pull back, you know your lips must be kiss swollen and red. His are--they're soft and bright, and you want to eat him whole.

"You're gonna be the death of me, woman."

He's thrusting into you lazily, holding you in place, but you need more, you need all of him.

You push forward and move his hand from your waist to your clit. As you manoeuvre him, his nostrils flare, and you'd wonder if he was angry, if not for the way you felt his cock stiffen even further inside of you. You start to move your hips, to rub up against the thumb on your clit, and to feel every fucking inch of him.

Urged on by the way he groans, you start to ride him, properly. Holding each other close, you fuck down onto him and he leans back, awed.

"Enjoying the show?" you ask.

"Damn- right- I- am-," Joel breathes, every word punctuated with a shuddering breath after you drive back down onto his cock, "Jesus- you- look- so- good- like- that."

You like being watched. Being admired. It sent an extra thrill through you, and your hips stutter, just a little, and now you're following a new, faster rhythm.

"Fuck, that's it, baby-" he praises, "Shit, yes- bounce on it."

You lean forward and kiss his throat, and then he makes this noise, half-strangled and beautiful.

"Shit, honey-- honey, honey, hold on-," he holds you still and you're glad he has, because your brain hadn't quite processed his words.

He's looking at you so earnestly.

"Baby, if you keep ridin' me like this I am gonna blow my load in the next twenty seconds and I don't wanna end this quite so soon."

You hum, a moment of consideration. You stare into his eyes, and part of it is calculated seduction, but another part is getting genuinely lost in the way he looks at you. The crinkles round his eyes. The way he seems able to focus on you, in a way that feels as frightening as it is exhilarating.

"How about this," You smile, "You get yours, and then you can eat me out till I get mine. And if you're ready to go again by the time I've come, we can see where we're at then. Hmm?"

You see a bead of sweat trickle down his temple, and take a moment to appreciate how much he's clearly trying to control himself.

After a moments of avoiding your eye, he looks at you again and he looks utterly wrecked. "You- talkin' like that?" He shakes his head and tries to even his breath. "Fuck, I nearly came right there."

"It's okay," you soothe, and you cup his jaw and resume you movements, riding him like you had before. "You can come if you need to-" your fingertips stroke the stubble of his chin, "You're close, huh? It's okay, daddy, you can let go."

Joel lets out a strangled noise and busts immediately.

You savor the way it feels, the pulse of his cock as he spills into you. No, into the condom, you correct yourself, but you can always pretend-

After his balls relax and you can feel him start to get soft, you hold the condom down as you pull yourself off, and you're nearly unseated when there's a sudden squelch noise that sends you both into tumbles of laughter.

It takes a while to calm down, and you find yourselves heaving, tangled in the sheets, and wrapped up in each other. The condom is hanging limply on Joel's now-soft cock and it's oddly cold and gooey as you accidentally roll against it, and that sends you both off again.

"Fuck," Joel snorts, and tugs at the condom, starting to roll it off his length, "I'd almost forgotten the weird texture of a used condom. Fuckin'... Slug-like."

"That-" you declare, "Is visceral. And I hate it. Thanks."

He snorts, and you suddenly have a question.

"Condoms not making too many appearances in your life?"

"Not many, no."

"What, you usually fuck raw?"

"Just haven't been sleepin' with anyone," he shrugs, nonplussed.

"Well, I gotta say, the good people of Austin have been missing out."

Joel shrugs again, and it comes off as casual, but you notice the way his ears tint pink. "Just- not been something I did. But now, I guess, I can. And with way less guilt."

"Why guilt? Are-" you venture, dread pooling in your stomach, "Are you married?"

His eyes flit up to you sharply, and then soften immediately. He lets out a breath and shakes his head. "No. Nothin' like that. I was married, but I've been divorced nearly twenty years now."

The tightness immediately uncoils and you realise how tense you were only a moment ago. I am not a cog in the machine of a collapsing marriage. Thank fuck.

But now your curiosity is piqued. "So... why the guilt?"

"Sorry, I- I really didn't mean to get into it. I'd rather not get into it. It's- complicated."

"Of course," you shrug, and it isn't a problem because this is just a hot fantasy hookup that you'll remember fondly, and it'll be wonderful masturbation fuel for probably the rest of your life, but you don't wanna make the poor guy go into his life's trauma, especially when he's looking at you so fucking earnestly and you are actually really fucking fascinated but no, you would not let this become a problem.

"Thanks," he says, and then steps out of the room. You hear the clang of the bin as he steps on the pedal, then drops the condom, takes a piss and washes his hands.

"You hungry?" He asks, and you realize very suddenly, you're absolutely famished.

"Yes," you jump up and he laughs when you run, bare-assed and shameless, over to the corner of the room filled with brochures and traveller info and finally, you raise it in triumph when you find it, the list of nearby takeaways.

"Okay," you look at the list, "There's one place at the top of the list here that's apparently highly rated, but I actually have plans there soon and I wanna wait till then to eat there. Hope that's okay."

Joel comes over to you and rests his head on your shoulder. "No problem."

"But... alright," you continue. "There's pizza. Or... more pizza. Or, look--there's a Southern-style place, that'll make you feel right at home!" Joel pokes you in the side and you swat at him as he grunts a laugh.

Suddenly, a warning sound starts playing on loop in your brain. It was dreadfully domestic, wasn't it? This was an absolute stranger you'd just met in a hotel bar? But... it also felt... nice? And it felt nice in ways that you'd never found yourself enjoying before. Even with long-term partners. Maybe because this was so low-stakes, you reasoned, such an inevitably temporary situation, so you weren't putting the same kind of pressure on yourself.

As soon as you think that, the eternal curse of overthinking shows itself and you suddenly feel desperately self conscious. Before you can pull away and make some excuse, though, Joel's arm wraps around you and his thumb starts rubbing little circles into a tender bit of skin between your hip and your tummy. The anxiety spiral you'd been teetering on the edge of suddenly vanishes.

"How about-," he nods at the list, "Pizza?"

After Joel calls in your order, the pizza delivery service tells you to expect your food in about thirty minutes. You remember you have a little box of edibles. You ask Joel if he minds if you take one, and he doesn't. You offer him one, and he automatically declines, but then as he starts to explain, he pauses and pivots, goes "Wait, actually. Yeah. Why not?"

A freckled kid who looks no more than sixteen pulls up with a short stack of pizza boxes and a two liter bottle of root beer. He raps awkwardly on the door after exactly thirty five minutes, and it swings open.

The room looks utterly wrecked, clothing strewn along every surface. Joel answers the door wearing a robe, his entire face smelling of sex, and his moustache still shining with the slick of your release.

"Thanks, kid," Joel nods, and hands him a small wad of cash. The kid eyes him and shrugs. "Keep the change," he tells him, and the door swings back shut.

The edibles have hit beautifully. You're both blissed out, comfortably hazy, lost in the sensation of bare limbs on bedsheets and the flavors of the pizza and it's assorted sauces. You lay together on the bed, paper plates strewn between you. In the background, an X-Files rerun plays.

"Ooh!" You sit up as you catch the premise of the episode, "I love this one! See the goo? There's a giant fungal... entity.. that's working on digesting them, and giving them hallucinations as they die."

"You and mushrooms, huh?" Joel laughs, but then looks back at the episode and contemplates the viscous yellow goo. "Jesus christ," he frowns, and sniffs, now contemplating the mushrooms on his pizza slice.

You spot his glare and snort. "I think you're safe."

He takes another bite and shakes his head as if to clear it.

"I'm getting tired," he admits.

"Me too," you agree.

"No pressure, but in case it wasn't clear, you're welcome to stay the night here."

"That's sweet," you tell him, and think it over. "If I took you up on that, would you be offended if I slip out early?"

Joel raises a brow.

"I have a cat," you explain, "And I'm working on moving into a new place, and meeting a friend for breakfast, and then I need to check out after breakfast because I won't be able to get my keys for the new place until the breakfast but I can't take my cat to a diner-"

You take a breath.

"Basically, I've got a bunch of things I need to do in the morning, but if you don't mind me slipping out around, maybe, 5-ish, then I'd love to stay."

He stares at you.

You regret saying as much as you said. You don't need to over-explain yourself to this actual stranger. He doesn't care. There's no reason for him to care. He's probably in it just for the fuck, and it was fun and if you stay then there's a chance the two of you will wake up at some point in the night, still horny and lustful and you might fuck again and you'd be lying if you said that wasn't part of the draw. You realise, though, you'd also be lying if you said you didn't care what he thought of you. All of a sudden, you are overwhelmed with caring what this man thinks of you.

How fucking inconvenient.

"I wouldn't be offended at all," Joel chews, swallows, wipes the corner of his mouth with a napkin and speaks again. "What's your cat's name?"

You don't know what you'd expected he'd say, but it wasn't that. You buffer for a moment. "It's- Spatula."

"Spatula?"

"Yep." You feel foolish.

"Huh. Spatula."

A silent moment between you.

"Got any pictures?"

You weren't expecting that, either. "I... do? Do you want to see them?" He nods. You pull out your phone to scroll through.

Joel, suddenly scrambled around for his phone, too. It was late and he hadn't checked it for hours. Had it been on silent? What if Sarah had called and he'd missed it?

His panic eased when he saw he had only two notifications. Both from Sarah, but neither were bad. He hadn't been neglecting any crises. The first text was a selfie of Sarah and an unfamiliar person, which she'd texted to him with the caption New roomie!! The second contained an address to the place they'd have breakfast tomorrow along with Just wanted you to know I've invited a friend to join us tomorrow morning! Is that okay? Realized I should maybe have checked with you? 😬

There was an ache in his chest. He wanted to keep her to himself, get to spend one last day, just the two of them. It was the start of a whole new chapter, but more than anything, he wished he could hold onto the moment for just a second longer.

But Sarah was stressed, he knew this, so he wasn't gonna make it worse and put this burden on her. He could handle it. He had to handle it. He typed back- No problem, baby. Can't wait to meet your friend.

After a moment, he followed up with another text. Gonna turn in now. Good nite!

The less he texted right now, the better. He did not want Sarah to know anything about the night he was having.

His screen lit up a moment later. Night Dad! He takes a deep breath and wills some of the tension away.

He slips his phone aside and you scoot into bed next to him.

"This," you announce, "Is Spatula."

Joel scrolls thru, his brows raising higher with each image.

With a single nod, he opens his mouth and instead of speaking, he collapses into laughter. It comes out a wheeze- "I-- I know this won't make any sense, but your cat looks just like my goddamn brother."

You're laughing now too, both of you almost hysterical, even though you have no frame of reference. You cherish the absurdity.

Then, Joel pulls up a picture on his phone and shows you, and now you're doubling over again because his brother looks exactly like Spatula.

You don't remember falling asleep. You curse your body's internal clock because you wake up right at 5am, and even though you know you should get up and leave, you wish you could have just a little bit longer.

It's such a comfortable way to wake up. One arm is folded under your pillow, and the other is slung over Joel's hip. He's asleep, snoring softly, and strands of his hair are mussed along his forehead. Your hand is holding his tummy, but you realise there's something pressing against the heel of your hand, and then realise, with a delicious jolt, that he's hard and straining against his boxers.

It's so fucking hard to get out of that bed, but with enough barely-effective reminders--you're gonna fuck up your whole day if you're late, gotta make a good impression, Spatula's gonna be so disappointed if you're late with his breakfast--you manage to bully yourself out of the warm and wonderful bed containing blankets and absolutely fantastic dick, and you tiptoe through the room, dress quickly, and, after making a note and leaving it on his bedside stand, you slip out.

Joel wakes up with a jolt, and then rolls over to see that the alarm clock (which he dared not contemplate the number of times he must have snoozed) was telling him it was 9:13.

He was late. Really fucking late. And then the panic made his brain spin faster and that's when he noticed the note on his bedside table.

I had a really good time If you're in town for a little longer, don't be a stranger?

It's followed with your name and phone number, and a rather detailed mushroom sketch across the page. He wasn't sure what kind of mushroom it was, but it was beautiful, and clearly hand-drawn, and for whatever reason you'd decided to tear it out of, presumably, your sketchbook? And you gave it to him, and he's gonna read that note and replay last night for the rest of his fucking life. It felt incredibly precious. He placed it in a book so it wouldn't get creased or folded. Made sure it was all contained and neat, totally flat in between the pages.

Then, he dragged himself out of bed and into the shower.

After scrubbing the smell of sex off of his entire body, he dresses quickly and checks his watch again. 9:28.

He texts Sarah and lets her know he's a few minutes behind. She responds with an eye roll emoji.

Joel settles in his truck and pulls up directions. It's only a few minutes away. He won't be too late.

When Joel steps into the diner, he's charmed by it. It's old school, with a checkerboard floor and bright red vinyl seats. He scans the room till he spots Sarah in a booth in the corner. She's laughing over a hot chocolate, and her friend must be in the seat opposite her.

He catches Sarah's eye and she grins at him, waving him over.

You've been at the diner about fifteen minutes, and you and Sarah are already getting along beautifully.

You'd met on a university message board and had become fast friends, but meeting someone in person was always a little terrifying. On top of that, you'd already committed to spending at least one (academic) year with this person, so you were damn sure gonna make it work.

Sarah waves over her dad. You can't see him yet, the back of the booth too high.

But then he's standing right there.

You already have a hand outstretched, but when he sees you and you see him, your stomach flips and dread runs through you. All the color drains from his face. He looks like a deer in headlights, and you'd be surprised if you didn't look the same.

Sarah looks between you, not quite concerned, but definitely confused. Sarah smiles and tries to diffuse the situation.

"Hi dad!" She grins, "This is my new roommate! Well, the other new roommate--the one in the picture, their name is Ellie, they weren't able to make it this morning. BUT. Breakfast seemed like a great time to hand off keys!"

Joel is still frozen and white-faced. Your brain whirs, and you know you've just fucking catapulted yourself into a disastrous mess, but you do your very best to save face.

Reaching your hand out further so he can't possibly miss it, he gives into some familiar social instinct, takes it and you shake. You think of his hands, how they dragged along your body last night, touched you, felt you, wrecked you.

You introduce yourself. He nods, avoiding eye contact.

"Joel." He grunts. "Miller."

Sarah frowns at him, but turns back to the menu.

This- was unexpected. Problematic. Arguably, really fucked up. All of those things and more. But it'll be fine.

All throughout breakfast, you repeat that to yourself, letting the words bounce around your head. It will be fine, you repeat your mantra, it will be fine, and you try not to feel too hurt at the way Joel's avoiding eye contact as if simply looking at you will cause him unimaginable disgust.

Everything will be fine.

Note: The fic's premise is loosely based on the book Mistakes Were Made which is a fucking excellent sapphic romance novel that utilises this trope. Would strongly recommend the book if you're into smutty queer stories.

#joel miller smut #tlou #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller fanfiction #tlou fanfiction #tlou fic #joel miller x f!reader #ok i gotta be honest i was stoned out of my mind for writing most of this #but mostly sober for editing #thank u for bearing with meeeeeee

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L Lawliet x Chubby!Reader

Part 1

Summary: L longs for a sense of normalcy in his current depression. The burdens of the case begin to weigh him down. His heart longs for something or someone far away... If only she were with him now...

Words: ~4k

Contains: Established relationships, angst, depressed L, mentions of low self esteem, mentions of marriage, hurt/comfort, takes place before yotsuba arc

A/N: Thank you everyone to read and enjoyed part 1!! I apologize for the wait on part 2, I thought I would have it done long before now but life gets in the way lol. I really enjoyed writing this and I hope I captured L's character well. I just feel sad sometimes bc the poor guy just wants friends and stuff like everyone else :/ so this is my way of giving him something special ToT hope you guys enjoy!!!

***

Watari could barely stand it anymore. Watching L stagnate like this was killing him, and not to mention, severely hindering the progress of the investigation. The past few days, he barely ate, only picked at his cakes and cookies. He requested cannolis once, and Watari immediately knew what was wrong… he missed her.

The night he watched through the security cameras as L called her, his suspicion was only confirmed. His left hand never left his pocket, the pocket that always carried her photo. The longing in his voice was soft yet deep, and the bags under his eyes were just that much darker.

The great detective’s mood seemed to sour even greater every time he watched Misa interact with Light. Every flirtatious comment, every touch, every hug, had L shrinking into his chair just a bit more. Watari was afraid he’d break his spine the way he curled so tightly into his knees.

Even Light was beginning to make comments about L’s slight shift in behavior. He would try to include L on findings in the case, and even tried to offer to take him out for a tennis match. L would have none of it, it seemed nothing would lift his spirits… nothing except one thing.

L would be furious if Watari did what he was tempted to do, beyond furious actually. It was an incredibly reckless and risky thing to do given the nature of this case. However, the case was suffering, Kira was no closer to being caught, and its lead investigator had a case of a broken heart. Watari was quickly running out of time and options. What else was he supposed to do?

With a heavy sigh, Watari picks up the nearest phone and dials a New York cannoli shop.

***

Flipping through the same stack of papers that have been on his desk for the past three days, L scans the words over and over again, as if the reports would change in real time. He could feel his mind wandering, see the words blurring, and hear the noise in the background fade and distort. HIs was losing his edge, and with it he felt, his sanity.

“What do you think of this report, Ryuzaki?” Light politely asks, handing him a document from a stack he’s already read ten times over. Gently taking it in hand, L reads of an incident of Kira enacting his justice on a convicted mobster, guilty of killing business owners who refused to pay his protection fee. Just like how we met.

L hums, trying once again to put on the facade that nothing was wrong with him, that his heart was still even in this case at all. “I’m not quite sure, Light,” he answers, “While this type of criminal most definitely meets Kira’s typical profile for a ‘deserved killing’… it almost seems too much like Kira. I think that…” he pauses for a moment, “oh nevermind. I believe that made much more sense inside my head.” He hunches over the drink on his desk before whispering under his breath, “I just keep saying ridiculous things…”

He sighs, taking another sip of his barely sweetened coffee. L didn’t even have the energy or will to turn his drinks into pure sugar water anymore. Everything sweet reminded him of her. After all, her lips tasted just like fresh, tangy, sweet, rasp-

“Ryuzaki?” Watari’s voice pulls him from his stupor only for a moment, that voice being his only comfort in these hard times. Not daring to look up from the swirling, murky, coffee in his cup, he only hums, “Yes, what is it Watari?” The sound of his cart rolling across the floor becomes louder and louder as it approaches L’s desk, yet Watari’s voice stays exactly where it is, “I have something rather special here for you today.”

When the cart stops, a delicate, feminine, hand places a small plate in front of the detective. A perfectly fresh, puffy, and practically overstuffed cannoli sits right in L’s line of sight. The bright pink cream falls in puddles on the plate, beckoning him to have a taste.

With certain caution, L takes a hesitant finger into the cream, bringing it to his lips. “Raspberry…” he mumbles around his index finger. Pulling his hand slowly from his mouth, he carefully turns his head to the side, finding a set of wide, soft, hips standing next to him. He follows the figure with his eyes, tracing every familiar curve with a disbelieving look.

Finally reaching the face of the not-so-mystery woman, L’s jaw practically falls to the floor. The woman only chuckles, like a sweet song, and gives an equally sweet wave, “Hi, cream puff. It’s been a while hasn’t it?”

L springs from his chair like a Jack in the box, nearly dragging Light to the floor by his wrist. His eyes widen, and he, for once in his life, is left completely speechless. “I-I…” he stutters, “What are you doing here?” The plump woman only twiddles her hands in front of her, a guilty blush beginning to consume her face. “Well…”

Watari interrupts the exchange by clearing his throat and taking a few steps forward. All three heads in the room turn towards him, though only two of them understand what is even being said. “I summoned her here of my own accord,” Watari explains, “I felt the case needed some extra moral support, and after a thorough call, she seemed very eager to assist. Isn’t that right Miyuki?”

Of course he would give her an alias that means “beautiful happiness.”

‘Miyuki’ nods eagerly at Watari’s confession, “Yes, he explained everything on the phone and well… I knew that I had to come.” She tilts her head and gives L a soft, sad, smile, “He said you weren’t doing so well, cream puff. If I had the chance to help, I couldn’t just let it slip me by.”

Despite the flutter in his heart and the urge to suddenly reach out to touch her, L’s logical side fumes in anger. Shooting a glare to Watari and then back at Miyuki, he sets his jaw, “Do you have any idea just how dangerous it is for you to be here right now? Our lives are on the line in this case, and the last thing I want right now, is for yours to be at risk as well.”

His scolding has her lowering her head in shame while Watari stands still as ever. “I’m sorry,” she mutters, “I just… Watari said it would help you relax to have me around and well,” she raises her head, “I wanna help you any way I can, no matter what it takes. My life included.”

Looking into her eyes, L could tell she meant that with her entire being. She wasn’t there for any other reason than to make him happy. He had two choices now; shatter her heart and send her back to New York, or put her life at stake to keep her here. They both were incredibly risky paths to take, each could result in losing her for good.

His silence only raised her anxiety and Miyuki’s eyes begin to water slightly, “I… I thought you’d be glad to see me. It’s been almost two years since you last saw me in person. Do you… not want me here?”

Now he really was on the spot, he needed to think quickly before this escalated more. Could he really tell a lie to that sweet, puffy, soft face that cared so much for his well being? Would it even be worth it to do so? Swallowing a lump in his throat L finally musters the courage to answer her question. “No,” he begins, “I am very glad to see you. I trust that you being here now means Watari took all the proper precautions to bring you to Japan,” she nods in confirmation before he continues, “If that’s the case…” he smiles slightly, “I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to keep you around for a few days or so.”

Miyuki’s face lights up in a smile and she lunges forward, wrapping her arms around L’s neck. “Oh thank you!” she exclaims, “I’ll make sure you never run out of raspberry cannolis again, cream puff.” Returning her embrace, L snakes his arms around her waist. A waist that, it seems, has grown. His girlfriend had put on a bit of weight since he last saw her, and if he was being completely honest with himself, he loved it. Holding her felt like biting into a fresh donut; warm, soft, and like home.

L would have continued to hold her against himself for as long as time permitted, but unfortunately, she stepped away, a red embarrassed flush on her cheeks. Looking back at the dumbfounded and clueless Japanese boy handcuffed to her boyfriend, Miyuki wrings her hands, “I don’t suppose I could have a moment with you in private? If that’s too much to ask, I guess we could talk with… whoever that is, here.”

“Ah,” L hums, looking back over his shoulder at his companion beside him, “That would be Light Yagami, completely harmless… for now. It would take too long to explain why he’s currently attached to me but…” he trails off, tracing his thumb on his lip as he looks at the massive monitor full of surveillance camera feeds. If he uncuffed himself from Light, he would still be watched 24/7 by Watari and the others, right? Surely it wouldn’t do any harm to the investigation to give himself a one hour break from his experiment.

Looking back to Miyuki, L smirks, “I believe I could arrange a private moment for us. Light has someone else in this facility waiting to spend some alone time with him as well. He’s been behaving well enough I don’t think it would be too horrible to allow him that. I’ll meet you on the 18th floor… once I find the key for these handcuffs.”

***

A quiet, yet peaceful silence hung in the air as L squatted on the couch across the coffee table from Miyuki. It was strange the way their relationship played out, their phone calls were always filled to the brim with conversation, almost never allowing for a moment of quiet, yet these moments, the ones where each occupied the same room together, were always so silent. Both were so content to bask in each other’s presence.

L watched her with nearly glossed over eyes, curled in on himself as he studied her every shift and movement on the couch, trying his hardest to commit every part of her to memory, especially since she’d changed so much. The tension in the air that had lingered in the tower for the past week seemed to finally evaporate just by having her here. Right now L felt… relaxed.

“What are you laughing about?” Miyuki inquires, and L hadn’t even noticed the chuckles coming out of his mouth. She had a way of drawing out the childish joy in him that even he seemed to forget existed. Hugging his knees, he shakes his head, “It’s nothing, I’m simply enamored with you. You have brought a light with you I feared had diminished inside me.”

Blushing like mad, Miyuki smiles brightly, shining like a thousand stars, “I’m glad. Watari said you’d been missing me lately. You’ve had a lot on your plate and he figured that having me around might give you some peace of mind and focus.”

“I believe he was correct,” L agrees, “I’d say my sense of peace has risen by at least 60%, and my focus even more so. Though I must admit… my focus is most certainly not on the investigation at the moment. Rather, it’s on someone else entirely.”

She waves a hand in dismissal, her smile still cheek to cheek. L can barely help the smile on his own face as he stares her down from his hunched position across from her. He could stare at her for hours, there was just something about her that drew his attention like nothing else. If asked 5 years ago, L would say he didn’t believe in love at first sight, but the moment he met (Y/N), that all changed in an instant.

In an attempt to make some sort of small talk, L hums, “I’d ask how your family is, but your father made it evident on the phone he still hates me.” Miyuki sighs, her smile only diminishing slightly, “Well, you know how papa is, after all that stuff that happened with my uncle getting killed that summer we met, he’s been extra protective of me.”

“I think it’s only natural for him to feel that way, given everything that’s happened,” L remarks.

Miyuki shrugs, “I suppose, I just wish he would be more accepting of you.” She pauses for a moment before laughing softly, “You know, my grandma keeps telling me that I should dump you if you aren’t going to propose soon.” Raising her finger she does a poor impression of a scolding elderly woman, “‘It’s been five years and there’s no ring on your finger, you’d be better off finding someone who actually wants to make an honest woman of you.’”

L freezes in his seat, his shoulders tensing and his thumb stopping all motions against his lips. With eyes slightly widened, he nervously asks, “You… don’t plan on taking that advice, do you?”

Noticing the way he was gripping his knees, Miyuki suddenly stops laughing. “Of course not, cream puff,” she assures vehemently. Getting up from her seat, she walks across the space between the two couches to sit next to L. Turning towards him, she puts her hands on the cushions close to his leg. “I told you at the end of that summer that I would wait for you, always.”

The tension in his body loosens at her proximity, but he hangs his head slightly, thinking as he resumes rubbing his lip. He sighs, his shaggy hair hiding his dejected face, “But perhaps… you shouldn’t. I fear your grandmother makes an excellent point, dear. It’s foolish for you to continue ‘throwing your life away’ as your father would put it.”

Miyuki shakes her head, “What are you talking about? Why would you even say that?”

With a huff, L unfurls himself from his seat, placing his bare feet on the carpet below him. Resting his elbows on his knees, he studies the patterned floor, tracing each shape with his eyes as he talks, “It’s just that… we have been in a relationship for half a decade now, and in all that time, we’ve spent a total of exactly 164 days, 13 hours, and 37- no, 38 minutes, physically together. This job of mine… it hardly allows for a social life of any kind, let alone a relationship of this nature.” He lifts and turns his head slightly, looking at her from beneath his overgrown bangs, “I simply feel that… you deserve an ordinary life. A life that only an ordinary man can give you… a man that is nothing like me.”

“There is nothing wrong with you,” Miyuki argues, “You’re just as ‘normal’ as any other man. You’re strong, and handsome, and-”

“Darling,” he interrupts, “please don’t lie to me. You know just as well as I do that this life I live is far from typical. I never had a normal childhood, never had real friends, and I became a professional detective at a time when I should have still been in grade school.” A pale hand reaches out to hold Miyuki’s thigh, “I care about you… immensely. I want you to have everything you desire in this life, but unfortunately… it may not be something that I can give you, despite my very deep desire to do so.”

Enveloping L’s hand, Miyuki grabs hold of him, tears welling in her eyes, “I don’t care about any of that,” she assures. “At the end of that summer, before you left for your next case, I told you I would wait for you, always,” she scoots just a hair closer, “I meant that then and I still mean it now. I wouldn’t have come all this way behind my family’s back to be here if I didn’t. L… I love you. I don’t care if that means I only get bits and pieces you manage to spare from your hectic life. I’ll take whatever I can have if it means I get to be yours.”

The detective studies her face with a full heart, his tired eyes watching every twitch and shift of her features. She truly meant every word she just said. She is in love with him, and she would do anything to stay in his life… no matter what sacrifices that entailed. For a moment, he thinks of Light Yagami. He may have Misa’s adoration, but L… L has (Y/N)’s devotion. He had half a mind to kiss her right then.

Miyuki swallows the lump in her throat as her boyfriend continues to stare her down, his eyes flicking between her own and their hands clasped between them. He seemed so far off yet close at the same time, and she knew this meant he was busy thinking about something. His eyes usually glaze over in a certain way when he is lost deep in his thoughts.

When he continues to stay silent for more than she is comfortable, she squeezes his hand to ground him. “Uh, cream puff?” she nervously chuckles, “Are you okay? Did I… did I say something wrong?”

L blinks, refocusing his attention on the woman at his side. “What? Oh I’m sorry, I just trailed off for a moment.” He releases her hand, repositioning himself on the couch in his typical pose, this time turned to face her completely. As he rubs his thumb against his mouth once more, he begins mumbling to himself, “There’s no way she would refuse… it’s the only way…”

With increasing concern in her voice, Miyuki bites her lip, “L? Is… everything okay?”

He ignores her question and instead asks her one of his own, leaning forward ever so slightly to closely observe her reaction. “You love me, correct? So much that you hang by the phone everyday just to hear my voice? That you would wait for months on end just to spend a long weekend with me?”

Almost offended by the question, Miyuki blinks rapidly, “Of course I love you. I’d do anything for you.”

“Even upset your own family?” he further questions, “They never have liked me, and I’m sure they’ve tried many times to convince you to end things with me. Perhaps they’ve even set you up with other men your age to get you to forget about me.”

“Well… yes, they have,” she sheepishly admits, “but I always turned those guys away. I don’t need them, I have the best guy in the world.”

L smirks at that last comment, “And I always appreciate your flattery, dear.” He tilts his head before continuing his questioning, “If there were a way that we could stay together full time, travel together, and see one another every day, you would want to do that, correct?”

“Absolutely,” she answers with no hesitation. “But you just said we can’t… because of your work.”

“Yes I did say that,” he nods, “However, I believe I’ve come up with a solution that would not only benefit you and I, but would perhaps appease your family as well. Or at the very least, give your grandmother one less thing to complain about…” he trails off again for a moment, biting his thumb before raising an eyebrow, “You would say yes if I asked you, right?”

“Asked me what?” Miyuki questions, thinking there’s no way he could possibly be talking about what she thinks he is.

“I suppose there’s only one way to find out…” he mutters to himself. Getting up off the couch, L takes the plump hand of his girlfriend before kneeling beside her on the carpet. Looking up at her blushing face, his equally nervous, red, features quiver as he utters the question that has been weighing on his heart for many years, “Would you marry me?”

Her eyes shoot open, nearly wide enough to pop out of her head, “Cream puff… do you really mean it?”

Swallowing, he grips her hand a hair tighter, “Why would I have any reason to lie to you? I have been deeply in love with you since I was a teenager, and despite the constant distance and secrecy between us, you’ve stayed loyal and faithful to me. If I were to take you as my wife, you would never have to be without me again. You could travel with me for work, I could finally shower you in all the gifts and affection you deserve, and I could sleep easier at night knowing I wouldn’t have to wait even a day to see you once more. I could even tell you my real name after all this time.”

Miyuki is speechless, her eyes pooling with tears, blurring her vision of the man on the floor in front of her. Shoulders sinking, he loosens his hold on her hand, “But… perhaps that is too much to ask of you. It would be selfish of me to wish to take you away from your family, to want to tie you to me forever,” he goes to stand up, “Forgive me, I should have never-”

“No,” Miyuki shouts, grabbing his hand and yanking him back down, “I would, I’d do it. I’d do whatever I had to to be with you.”

“Are you sure?” he asks, a self deprecating sadness glinting in his eyes. “If you want to, we can continue on the way we are. I just… thought that might be a possibility you’d like to consider… I can’t deny it’s a fantasy I’ve indulged in during some of my more restless nights. Thinking of you… it gives me a clarity I can’t find anywhere else.”

Fantasy. That’s the word he used. He truly felt it was a fantasy to even think that she would want to be with him forever. Yet, after that confession, how could she possibly even think to say no? Under his seemingly aloof and calculating exterior, L was still a man, a man with a heart that yearned to be with the woman he loved.

“I’m sure, L,” Miyuki mumbles through the tears streaming down her soft cheeks, “I love you so much. I…” she starts crying even more, unable to hold in the emotions filling her heart, “I wanna be your wife… more than anything.”

“So… you will marry me?” he asks once more, just to clarify.

She simply nods with a resounding, “Yes.” A smile spreads across his lips as relief washes through him. L had solved some of the most dangerous, high profile criminal cases on this planet, but proposing to his girlfriend just now had been the single most terrifying experience of his life.

It almost comforted him to feel so normal at that moment. He was just a man, in love, promising to spend his life with the one person who meant more to him than anything, as so many ordinary people do every day. He could quickly feel his heart filling up, nearly fit to burst.

Taking him by the collar of his shirt, Miyuki pulls L to her lips, kissing him with all the ferocity and love she could muster. The first time she would ever kiss her fiance.

Pulling away, she leans her forehead on his, “I love you, L.” With a smile on his kiss swollen, perfectly pink, lips he reaches up to hold her hair, gently rubbing the back of her head, “And I love you… until death do we part.”

#l lawliet x reader #l lawliet #death note fanfiction #l death note #death note l #death note #l lawliet x you #l lawliet x y/n

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Heyyy, it's me again! I was thinking, With Longan's dominate and evil nature, how would he feel about a innocent & sweet reader whos just the nicest to everyone! (Even a very big and wise dragon) 👉👈 thank you, you're the best! <3

『congrats, welcome back infra to ✨Longan Brainrot©️ ✨ anyways I’m now starting a psychology project on longan which that may or may not be for uni… I’ll post it here maybe. let’s get back to the shit show 😔💅❤️』

longan dragon cookie w an innocent, shy s/o 『gn! assumed』

tw ish // this shouldn’t be new to you but longan is a rude lil fuck, cynically through the roof, so expect some ✨casually thrown insults✨

So… how did you manage to be favored by this one again? We can’t recall. Plays tv static…

Seriously, not when you knew how you attracted this dragon, this dragon that’s hellbent on killing off all cookies. Nevertheless you were spared. You were just a regular cookie…

But even with the constant thought of them being able to snap your neck with a twist of their fingers, you sit comfortably in their palace, roaming around with a certain fuchsia dragon floating along at your side.

You wore their robes that they spared for you comfortably and with grace. Along your neck was a beautiful golden necklace with gems of dark hickory amber and silver.

You were expected to have tea with them. This never bothered you, but every time you thought of them, your cheeks would raise to a gentle rouge. Just yesterday, they blew cigarette smoke in your face, offended by you. But even so, they still raised a dangerous hand to your cheek, gentle touches, soft whispers…

Lychee would often giggle at these often seemingly empty remarks from the great Ivory Dragon, little did the two of you know that this wasn’t just to test you…

You see, Longan secretly enjoyed your shy nature. The way you would react to them intrigued them. You were just a tool to them in their plan and yet… they became mystified by you.

You sat in a chair across from them, a soft blush still adorning your features… on the outside they show barely any emotion.

“Weakling.”

They refused to call you by your name. Yet you answer calmly. You poor thing…

They collected you from your village once after they successfully purged it of those pointless crunchy beings that tried to fight them. Not been Lychee knew why they took you. But they did know one thing.

You were incredibly polite natured. Selfless— submissive, even.

Something that Longan took a guilty pleasure in. Seeing you respond to them and Lychee without question or any defiance. It made them… happy… something they haven’t felt in what felt like decades.

“My robes fit you quite nicely, little weakling.”

Another token of submission to force you down— their robes. They want you to wear them. Ones of silk. Fine embroidery of clouds sewn delicately with intricate fibers… oh, it was beautiful.

They would smile inwardly paying no outward mind to your (cute) annoying whines. Your (delightful) insufferable facial expressions when they would come close. See a part of them wanted to see how far this innocence of yours would keep. How far this niceness of yours would stand.

For as long as they have managed to live for, they knew that such emotions could be feigned— faked. Yet amen they see what seems to be genuine care about their well-being through the abilities of the necklace they forced around your neck as the last thread of your life, they wondered…

‘That little weakling… although they are at most… annoying… they… must be worth something more than just to be a puppet.’

Slowly but surely, Longan opens up like a slow budding flower, allowing you to see a side to them that no other living thing has seen.

Affection. Equality. Equal Loyalty. Care.

It was like a syrup, your sweet nature to their cold, ruthless exterior. And it drove them crazy.

You were to be treated as an equal by the other dragons, and often refused anything less. If they got something, you were to also get that something of equal value.

They loved you. You poor little treasure.

And they showed it in dirty ways… which we won’t get into here, I’ll let your imaginations run wild…~ 🧡😘

#infrawrites #infradelivers #cookie run overbreak #crob x reader #crob headcanons #headcanons #cookie run #longan dragon cookie #crob #cookie run kingdom #crk x reader #x reader

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Red Velvet - Chapter 5 (final part)

MasterList / Akane’s profile / Last chapter here

Chapter 5 - The Talk (part 2)

When he arrived at the door of the salon, Akane was walking out of it, wearing a leather biker coat and carrying a shoulder bag, the cookie box and a couple of bags. She almost bumps into him.

"Ow! Uh…," she blinks a little “Oh, yeah, that's right… come on, I'll help you with that," she starts walking down the street "There's a convenience store nearby, I'll go there and buy something for your arm. Who knows where that knife came from..."

"Holy shit, am I going to have to worry about tetanus now? This ordeal is getting more and more expensive for me. Ugh...," He groans, grabbing his arm, trying to stop the bleeding. And then he turns to her, a little uncertain "Uh... are you okay?"

"As far as possible. I have some things lining up in the queue, but your arm comes first," she points out, half-running to the store. It was very close, so she left the bags with him, went inside and came back in less than three minutes. "Here's a bench," she points, and makes him sit down "There you go."

It was all so fast that Rihito didn't have time to process what was happening, he only started to feel time slow down when he felt the very familiar sting of cotton with antiseptic on his arm.

"Ouch! Fucking hell!," He barks, shuddering and closing his eyes tightly. "It hurts, damn it, go easy!"

"Now you want to go easy?," she counters. "You faced a gangster who was certainly armed, knocked the fucker down One Punch Man style and now you want to 'go easy'? Gimme a break," then she remembers, speaking in a softer tone, "You're a fighter, right? You should be used to this sort of thing by now, I think...," and her cheeks turn red.

"I was trying to help you! You're so ungrateful it's not even funny! A 'thank you' would suffice," He whimpers, still all curled up while she treats his wound "And yeah, I'm a fighter, so a cowardly piece of shit like that wouldn't have the slightest chance against me, I don't care if he was a gangster or not. I was the one who was careless, I forgot that I'm in a fucked up neighborhood and that there's no such thing as honor in combat here..."

"Godammit, I'm sorry!," she almost shouts in his ear to make him shut up, then she speaks more normally, "Damn, I was mustering the courage to say it. Fuck, do you think a scrawny chick like me would be fine after a situation like that?! I like staying alive, thank you very much!"

Then she sighs, trying to calm down so she can be more gentle when touching his arm. "Cut me some slack, okay? I'm processing what happened and... trying to help you meanwhile..."

"It didn't seem like it, considering that you were almost squaring up to the guy! Uugh...," He winces when another stab of pain hits him in the arm. And then he sighs heavily "Okay, fine. I'm sorry, my blood is still boiling over this shit. But honestly, lady? Don't try to pick fights that you can't win. He could have really hurt you. And then I was going to kill the fucker..."

"It wasn't your fight, you didn't have to…," she sighs too, putting some medicine on his wound and bandaging his arm. "Welp… thankfully it isn't very deep, it just… got on a side that has a lot of circulation… it's already stopped bleeding," she seems to be calming down "I... my bad, I... I have terrible luck with men... no offense," she raises her hands to him. "You were an exception, okay?"

He rolls his eyes with a grimace.

"After that exchange of texts, I don't think anything else you say will offend me... and hey, everyone has a 'rotten picker phase', it happens. I won't judge, I have no right to...," He looks sideways at her, his expression softening "And even if it wasn't my fight, so what? Do you think I would just stand there like an idiot while watching him beat you like the coward he was? I did what was right, period. You don’t need to feel guilty."

She looks at him, for the first time, with a disarmed expression, her eyes wide and her shoulders lowered, while holding the bottle of antiseptic. Then she looks away, with a rather sullen expression.

"Okay, I'm- I'm glad you weren't hurt too much, otherwise I would have felt terrible...," she then nods "And... thank you for that too. Women here come together because there are few good men, so it can be said that you have become a rare case."

He blinks, a little taken aback by that statement. A good man? Him, a womanizing trashbag who had even been threatened with being sued for sexual misconduct?

He feels his cheeks heat up, both from embarrassment and from a little joy that warms his chest, like a good bowl of ramen on a cold winter day.

The girl who had shattered his pride two days ago was beginning to rebuild it on her own, and in a way he never would have expected. And it was impossible for him to contain that cute smile that she had seen several times on his face when they spent a night together.

"Heh... you're welcome.”

She allows herself to smile, sheepishly.

"Okay, we're done," she pulls the sleeve of his sweatshirt back over his shoulder "Now... it's cold here and... uh... I...," the determined woman started to look very different from before, so she clears her throat, composing herself immediately. "My house isn’t far from here, and… since we have mutual friends, you were kind to me, and my boss clearly dismissed me… do you want to come with me?"

... If the current situation wasn't serious, Rihito would have celebrated such an invitation with a fist in the air and a shout of triumph, because a woman inviting a guy to her house like that could only mean he was about to get laid. But no, he was well aware that was not the case. He ends up nodding after thinking a bit, embarrassed,

"Uh... okay. I'm probably going to bleed on your carpet or something, so I apologize in advance..."

"Don't worry, I don't have one," she grins. "And your arm is bandaged, so it's safer," she gets up and holds her things, putting away the medicine bottle. "This way..."

She takes him through some streets, which Rihito clearly recognized was actually a rather rough part of the city. It wasn't that much, however, the pavement was at least decently clean, but the houses had higher walls or narrow alleys or were simply a door with a staircase, up or down. And there were a few bars here and there, and weird little stores where he was sure he would find the fourth season of tv series that hadn't even been released.

"Well… I think you deserve an explanation too," she begins to say as they walk.

"An explanation?," He turns to her, a little confused "You don't need to explain your love life to me, lady, that’s your business..."

She grimaces "Not that. The talk… the reason you came…"

"... Oh!," He finally understands, looking away again "Damn, for a few seconds I kind of forgot about that... I think the rust that probably was on that razor is penetrating my brain...," He tries to joke, laughing awkwardly "But you don't need to explain that to me either. Your message was very clear. I ‘barely scraped by’ ”.

"Yes, but you're acting like I gave you a zero or something. It was a seventy out of a hundred, okay?," she replies, blushing "It wasn't bad, and that's about it."

"A seventy? Damn, it's more than I ever got in my elementary exams!," He smiles sideways "But it’s still an average grade. Not above that. Right?," The smile disappears, his expression closing again. "That's where the criticism came from, right? In that case..".

He turns to her, solemn, his expression impossible to decipher... and then he leans towards her, his face red with mortification, practically forcing himself to say, his voice squeaking a little, "Please, tell me what I did wrong! I won't be able to improve if I don't even know where to start!"

She stopped walking and looked at him. The surprised look from before was on her face once more.

You see, Agata Akane was never a woman who didn't believe that someone could improve at something, far from it, but things changed when it came to people like... well, him. Presumptuous men with an inflated ego who only existed to be trampled on and put in their place like they deserved. So it was to be expected that she would believe that he would just be upset about his pride, complain to her about a few things, think that everything was resolved and then go on his merry way, but still strutting a little less because small tumbles could give good life lessons. It was at her friend's request, who had practically begged her to give him that much needed moral beating, and she had followed the plan to a tee, and everything had actually worked out so far...

But she didn't expect it to work out SO well. He not only came down from his pedestal but also asked her, the girl who had destroyed his pride, to help him get better.

This, of course, caused a small short-circuit in her brain, which was used to, due to the misfortunes it had endured, to think before others acted. Her cheeks flushed, disconcerted… she tried to compose herself but to no avail.

"Does… does that mean you want me to teach you?," she scratches her own cheek and puts a strand of hair behind her ear, as she doesn't know what to do with her free hand.

"... Yeah, I want to! Like, who else if not the person who pointed out all the flaws?," He asks with a shrug, furiously red. Apparently, he was still having to battle his own pride to be able to say those things to her. But he was trying hard, just like he tried the night they slept together "Don't get it wrong, I was really pissed off by the things you said. But then I cooled down and... well, I concluded that you didn't give the best constructive criticism, you know? You have to point out where the person needs to improve and give tips on how to do it, and you didn't do any of that in those texts. It's a bit unfair, don't you think?," He gestures uncertainty "Tell me, what do I need to do to improve? So as not to be ‘average at best’? Help a friend here, lady, c'mon...," He asks, giving her a smile that was, at the same time, playful and embarrassed.

She feels herself blush more, and then makes the excuse of looking at the street before saying, "Uh... not here, for god's sake... I'm naughty, yes, but I still have a sense of decency, and we're still in broad daylight," she holds his nose, and moves it away in an affectionate gesture "So, let's go to my house, and then we'll talk. And I think you'll need a painkiller for your arm."

"Of course I will, damn it, it was a freaking razor!," He snorts, still very self-conscious "And it's okay... thank you, really. But I still think you were mean in those texts. I gave my best that night, I wanted to make it worth your while... next time tell me what's wrong and how can I improve it, so as not to leave another bastard more lost than a son of a bitch on Father's Day, please."

She laughs at his words.

"Sorry, I had criticized your performance but in reality, I didn't keep going because I thought you wouldn't want to hear it... and yeah, I saw your effort, but normally not every guy says what you just said…," she looks at his surprised expression "I'm serious! Most men just call me a bitch and move on. You were the very first one who asked me for advice."

"Really? They don't know what they're missing, the idiots!," He laughs more openly this time. And then he makes a lascivious expression, arching an eyebrow "You're a master of the craft. I would be so fuckin' dumb if I didn't ask for some lessons..."

She opens her eyes wide and makes a pout, which was very evident on her full lips. "Oh, well... I try, y'know...," she looks sideways "O-Okay, we're here. t's in this alley."

She enters the alley, and when he follows her, he blinks in surprise. It was practically like the wide alley behind Kanami's previous bakery, except with a door at the end to a five-story building, made of exposed brick, with a sign right above the door that had been corroded by time. And the sweet smell of something rotten and musty permeated the walls, making him shiver. She opens the door, looking at him afterwards.

"Uh… sorry, that’s not my sidewalk," she blushes "My apartment is upstairs."

"Uh... no, no, it’s fine," He assured quickly, but deep down he felt relieved. Damn, few things were more mood-killing than that smell worthy of a roadside bathroom. He hoped it wouldn't be noticeable from her apartment. "Do you live on your own or do you have a roommate...?"

"I'm on my own. I, uh… I intend to upgrade my living situation, okay?," She says, still embarrassed "At least the rent is doable. Welp, it's up there. I hope you don't mind a few flights of stairs...," She stops when she looks at him, remembering his physique "Actually, nevermind."

And she goes up the stairs, with him following silently. They arrive at the third floor, and then she opens a door in the middle of the hallway.

It was… small, for starters. A simple hallway, with a door in the side to the bathroom for some privacy and a sliding door further away, to what could be the bedroom. That was the structure. The kitchen had a refrigerator, a sink and a simple stove, all on a square counter that he was sure would only fit him and nothing else, but it still seemed comfortable. Two high chairs completed what could be called the 'dining room'.

But the best was yet to come: in the middle of the living room, there was what seemed to be the Crown’s Jewel: the furriest and tackiest sofa he had ever seen in his life, in all its hot pink glory, but considering the homeowner, it wasn't out of place at all. But (and he was relieved for that) everything was clean and odorless; there wasn't a single pot of instant ramen out of place or anything he could call a mess. Even her red leopard print coat, which she had worn the other weekend, was hanging neatly from a coat rack.

"Eh... make yourself at home, I guess," she says, awkwardly, after taking off her shoes, placing the bags and the cookie box on the counter and taking the rest of her things to the bedroom, opening the sliding door just enough to get in. "Sorry about all the mess."

"Uh... oh, sorry for bothering!," He suddenly remembers the rules of etiquette, bowing awkwardly and taking off his shoes to enter, leaving them next to the door. He walks into the absurdly tiny space, checking his surroundings with some interest. It was quite different from Kanami and Tomori's homes, which were reasonably spacious and decorated with a bit more decorum. In Akane's apartment, everything was colorful, patterned or plush-like, the pink monster that was the couch uniting the best of all these worlds. Hell, he'd probably seen some porn movie where the action took place on a couch just like that. The thought gave him a sudden urge to laugh out loud, which he managed to restrain. The apartment was clean and didn't smell like cat piss, so he had nothing to complain about.

"This place is so you, haha! It's nice."

"No need to act all gentlemanly, you can laugh," She says from inside the bedroom "I have a thing for tacky stuff. And I know it's a bit too much, but it feels so good...," she smiles when she leaves the bedroom; she seemed embarrassed to let him see inside it. "Seriously, sit on that couch and tell me if it doesn't feel amazing."

He accepts the invitation and laughs, his shoulders shaking, and then stoping with a shudder when a sharp pain goes up his arm with the sudden movement "Ow... hahaha, no, I- I'm serious. I don't know what I was expecting, but after seeing everything here, I can only think that it suits you. Prints and fur for a panther who loves both... nothing more appropriate," He smiles as he sits down... and holy shit, he feels himself sinking into that furry monstrosity, the softness embracing him as if the object had grown arms that were preventing him from getting up "Damn, it’s feels really good! Better than the couch in my place, that’s for sure…"

"It's great!," she smiles. "I bought it for about six thousand yen, can you believe it?"

"Wow, for real?," He widens his eyes, impressed "And in that size? What, did the previous owner get over their tacky phase or were they devoured by it?"

"Thrift store, honey, thrift store," She winks at him "You never know what you might find there, and some of 'em are my favorite places to shop. There's always stuff that people sort of get rid of, and well, one man's trash is another man's treasure," She points to herself with those manicured nails.

"Oh, so you’re a thrift store explorer, huh? It also fits, I don't know why," he chuckles, closing his eyes and resting the back of his head on the plushy backrest. "But keep this between us, okay? This is some really nice couch, but it won't do good for my reputation if word spreads about me sitting on top of the Pink Panther's carcass, hahaha.”

"You can say that you were on top of me while I was lying there, and then we decide to make some tacky vintage porn," She replies, laughing out loud. "Which I think will end up happening in the end," she smiles a little lasciviously.

... Well, shit, he wasn't expecting things to move into “practice” so quickly! His body responds to her words immediately, heating up, becoming alert, a shive running down his spine. It was so good to have found someone as blunt and horny as him! He returns her smile in kind.

"Well, it's going to be an adventure, considering I'm almost as big as this female Cookie Monster beneath me. But I'll make the effort for you. I'...," He then makes a little face "I'm just going to need a painkiller before we do anything..."

"Oh, not now, you pervert!," she laughs coquettishly "Damn, how cliché. You will have your lessons, yes, but first let's get healthy first, okay?... and yes, the painkiller," she quickly turns to the kitchen. "I'm gonna get you some."

He puffs out his cheeks a little. "Damn, not cool. Just when I decided to try being a diligent student for once in my life...," But the truth was that maybe it would be better to wait. His arm had gotten pretty fucked up. He might even need to take a few days off from working out or working in the fridges... he would have to find a way to make it up to Ivan and Komada later. Maybe buying them some booze next weekend would be enough... "But it was worth it. I forget that razors are no joke, even though I have mine..."

"Do you use a razor to shave or something?," She blinks, bringing him a glass of water "That's cool... oh, it's painkiller drops, just drink it."

"Thanks," He picks up the glass, drinking it, and then grimacing at the bitterness "Damn, tastes horrible… but seriously, it was really worth it," He shakes his head. "And as for the razors… do you remember that I told you that I also have claws, as well as fangs? Well…"

"Oh… in what way?," she gives him a confused look as she picks up the empty glass, almost indicating her own nails, in a self-conscious gesture. "I mean, no offense but your nails look pretty normal to me... like, the average length for a man of your size..."

He chortles "Nah, I'm not talking about my nails. Wait a sec...," He stands up, making a slight grimace of pain as he looks for something in his pants pocket "Wait... found it!," And he takes out a single old, rusty coin "Watch carefully...," He smiles at her, holding the coin between his thumb and forefinger. There is a quick, sharp metallic crunching sound, and before she could process it, the coin had been split into equal halves, lying in the palm of his hand. "Ta-Da!"

Damn, he had waited days to be able to show her that trick! He wouldn't need it to get laid at this point, but it was still something cool to show off.

She responds… by widening her eyes, looking straight at him.

"This- this was a trick, right? Or a fake coin, maybe?," She asks with the most frightened face he's ever seen a woman make "No, seriously, fix that coin up right now."

"No, it was a real coin! You can go grab another one laying around here and I'll show you how I... uh...," Okay, he wasn't expecting that reaction from her. Girls usually were very excited when he showed off the strength of his fingertips like that "I... I can't fix it, I really cut it in half... and it was an old, out of currency coin... I didn't waste any money, I swear…" His voice trails off as he contemplates her frightened expression.

She looks at the coin again, and then calms down.

"Oh. Okay, it was an old coin... so that's why...," she smiles, even giggling a bit "That's why you were so excited to show this trick to me. Wow, you really are insanely strong, Rihito… it's almost surreal. Like, I already knew when you punched that fucker into a wall like it was nothing. And now… oh my."

He takes a deep breath, relieved. And then his chest swells with pride again, like it hasn't done in two long days. Oh, yes, the old Rihito was back. Still a bit shaken from the physical and emotional blows, but like all the beatings he had taken his whole life, those had been a learning experience too. And the person responsible for one of them was the one who was helping him recover, who would have thought!

"Thanks! That's where my nickname comes from, you know?," He tells her, suddenly excited. "I broke my first coin back in elementary school. So my classmates came up with that name. Rihito. 'Beyond human reason'. I adopted it as if it were a superhero identity, haha. Much better than Ichiro..."

"Oh… but seriously, Rihito…," she opens a curious smile. "What do you have against 'Ichiro'? It's a perfectly good name. It's not rude or hard to pronounce... I understand noms de guerre, after all, they don't call me Sekihyo for nothing," she points to her entire house to demonstrate what she was saying. "But I still love my real name, Akane."

He makes a face. "Akane is a beautiful name and has a strong sound, c'mon! As for Ichiro...," He suddenly sighs "It's not that I hate my name or anything. It's just... damn, it's such a common name! There were three other Ichiros in my class in elementary school... I kind of felt that such a common identity didn't fit with who I wanted to become, I don't know... yours, on the other hand...," He turns to her again. " 'Deep red'. Red is a strong, intense, eye-catching color. It is a name that conveys strength and attitude. It suits you, like this whole tacky apartment," He jokes.

She smiles "Thank you... but... I like your name," she approaches, half-sitting, half-kneeling on the sofa next to him "Even more so.."She whispers "When I say it in a really low voice in your ear...," She leans towards him, getting closer to his ear "Ichiro...," she moans, sensually, rubbing her nose at the base of his jaw.

He stares at her for a second, eyes wide, mouth half-open... and the next instant, she's lying on her back on the plushy couch, her legs around his hips, his chest pressed against her breasts as he gave her a deep, ravenous kiss, releasing a eager sound in the back of his throat. And there was the frantic rush that she had experienced the previous Saturday, but accompanied by a desire that made her feel like the most desired woman in that entire neighborhood. Maybe in all of Tokyo.

She was surprised by his attitude, but as it was something that deep down she wanted, she let herself go for a while, laughing quietly at his eagerness. She put her hands on his chest, pushing him away a little, just so she could breathe. When he pulls away, she looks him in the eyes.

"Wow…," She smiles more "Just like I told you," She holds his face on the side with one of her soft palms. "Especially since there is only one like you, and you know it," She kisses him slowly "No rush, big guy...," She teaches him "Rushing is for those who don't have time. You're a serious lover, you have to behave like one...," and she pulls him, kissing him again and whispering, "You have to show that you have all the time in the world for your partner... nothing else matters..."

He makes a very happy sound with the slow and sensual kiss, seeming to calm down, regaining his reason. When they slowly move away from eachother, he smiles at her, joyful and embarrassed.

"I came after you, determined to give you a piece of my mind, but in the end I end up running right between your legs again... you really are a she-devil, I was right, haha... and...," He then blushes "Uh... so this is one of the mistakes to be corrected, right? Sorry... I've been told about my excitement, but I never took it seriously..."

"Excitement is good, but dosage is always the key," She hugs him by the shoulders "You have to be eager to make her feel desired, but if you're too eager, it will feel like a quickie, not the kind of sex that makes sparkles fly everywhere. It's like a dance, only horizontally...," She laughs softly, then looking down between the two of them. "Oh, and I must say... that you have those soft hips that make me jealous, you have to use them too," she pulls his hips with her legs, showing him the exact movement. "Hmmm... yeah, like that... press it against the wall, against the bed, as if you want to hold her down, then let go slowly," she instructs, and she shivers beneath him when he complies "Oh God... now I'm getting all hot, you're gonna make me lose focus here, man!," she laughs.

The feeling of having his hips “trapped” like that, as well as her words, left him on edge, aching to grab her and kiss her again... but he restrains himself as best he can. No, damn it, he was there to learn, to improve, and the least he could do to thank her for her lessons was to show that he was absorbing everything. So he follows her instructions, still pressing his chest against her breasts, but no longer as if he wants to sink her into the couch. It was a gentle but still present pressure that didn't feel suffocating, but still allowed her to feel every line of his impressive muscles flexing along her curves, the bulge in his pants rubbing between her legs as an addition that only made everything better. He kisses her again, firmly but slowly, his tongue brushing against hers like a slow dance, making hoarse sounds in the back of his throat to show how he was enjoying the moment, without getting overwhelmed. And then his fingers intertwine with hers on the couch, his mouth moving away from hers and going down her jaw, her neck, in slow, wet kisses.

"Hnnn... like this?"

She gasps, looking at him with half-closed eyes, nodding.

"Yeah... just like that...," her voice was weak, coming from excitement "S-See? It’s the expectation that makes us want more… that thought of “oh, what is he going to do to me”, you know? A-And…," She looks at him "Never forget about your hips… pretend you want to lift her up, closer to your faaaace…," She shivers when he obeys immediately "Oooh… yeees, you're doing good. I love your hips, use them more, they’re great…"

He laughs, his breath hot against her skin.

"It's a bit of anticipation mixed with fear, then? I like that... I'm dangerous, after all... and did you see how I can be a diligent student? I learn very quickly...," And he does as she asks, moving his hips slowly while kissing her again with that firm and delicious slowness. It was as if he was dancing again, only on top of her, using his flexibility to explore other angles, including discovering new ways he could rub the middle of his legs between hers, how it would look better, more enjoyable for both of them. Damn, who would've thought that going slow could be fun? The friction made him stiff and even a little sore, but he would hold back if it meant receiving more lessons from her. He lowers his face again, kissing her collarbone, her neck, and between her breasts, still hidden by her clothes.

"Hmmm... now about the tits, I don't have much to say to you... you're already good with them, but it's always nice to go easy when groping them too... explore everything... but for the Master's Touch: kiss her on her cleavage until she's dying to take off her clothes. And I am, excuse me," she takes off her sweater, revealing a red bra holding her full breasts.

Oh, boy, he could definitely do that! The sight of her gorgeous tits would have made him immediately bury his face between them if he hadn't been so determined to follow her instructions to the letter. He lets go of her hands, running his fingers firmly down her curves, trying to ignore the slight pain in his injured arm (the painkiller was starting to take effect, which was great, because he definitely didn't want to stop), until he finally holds them, carefully, feeling the firmness, the heat, the softness... his mouth fills with water, and he lowers his head so he can kiss them, even sucking a little on her skin, and in a burst of inspiration, he licks one nipple through the fabric of her bra, very slowly while looking at her. Why not follow suit and tease a little?

"Hhmmmm…," she shivers a little, smiling afterwards "Oh, that's nice... you're starting to improvise, you've already got the spirit of it… it's never an exact science, you have to get ideas from someone else, you know? You need to see what she likes or doesn't like... But... tyou'tre lucky that it's like a street fight when it comes to me. Anything goes.”

He laughs again "Haha, good thing that street fighting is one of my specialties, then...,'' And he goes back to kissing and licking her breasts, purposely taking his time to free them from the bra. And when he does, he closes his mouth in one of them, but not with the same desperation as last Saturday. She had said that it was always good to start slowly to build anticipation, right? That's what he does, sucking leisurely but firmly, and then letting her nipple go, flicking it with his tongue, without taking his eyes off her... and then using his “little fangs” to give her goosebumps, in another burst of inspiration. Apparently he was full of those. It must have been the resourcefulness of a fighter, who always needed to surprise his opponents to gain the upperhand during fights.

She shivers all over, laughing softly amidts a moan "That's it, honey, give her goosebumps," she showed him her goose bumps on her arm "You're a leopard, make her remember that you're a predator that enjoys the trill of the hunt and there won't be a single woman who doesn't want an encore. Or two, or three...," She jokes, winking at him. "Now... you know, when she starts doing this with her hands," She shoves her hands under his sweatshirt, running her claws through his skin "she wants you as naked as her. I want all of you, actually, but we're talking signs for now...," She looks at him, tilting her head to the side "Shall we go to the next phase?"

Damn, she had to be doing that on purpose! Massaging his ego to test him and see if he wouldn't start rushing things like an idiot again, in that case. He shudders with her touches on his hot and sensitive skin, with the burning trail her long nails left across his flesh, making him shiver, his cock getting even harder. He smiles, contentedly, his eyelids heavy. He gets up on his knees, taking off his sweatshirt and leaving it on the floor, once again exposing his impressive chest. "Give it to me, ma'am. I'm already dressed for the part, look."

"Perfect," she pauses a little to look at his arm "Just a sec... is everything ok there?"

"Uh...," He blinks. And then he remembers his injured arm "Oh yeah, everything's fine. The painkiller is kicking in. The good thing about going slow like this is that I don't push myself too much, haha."

"Great…," she looks around the living room "Now... on your knees, on the floor. Here's the next step...," she indicates her own pants "I mean, I don't know if you'll want to...," She looks at him, pouting "But it's still important."

He swallows hard, both in excitement and a certain nervousness.

"I- I want to. Did I mess up in this step too? Hell, we can't have that, giving a good lip service is kind of what separates the men from the boys...," He jokes as he kneels in front of her, placing himself between her legs. He raises his eyes to look at her again, obedient and very willing to learn. Looks like the golden retriever had returned...

She laughs.

"Yeah, but it's not like you didn't did good," she takes off her pants, revealing her panties witch was, like the bra, red "It's just that there are some little tricks that make the woman squirm as if she was in a rodeo, and you were the bull."

Akane sits back on the edge of the couch with her legs spread in front of him. "Remember what I said about not rushing? That aplyes here too. You can touch, feel, tease... it's like a map that you want to memorize the coordinates to explore better. Now about the part where you did great...," she holds his hands "Here... these fingers. They're worthy a hundred points and I want them later, but your challenge now is to improve here," she kisses him. "Your lips, your tongue... and a little of your teeth too."

He opens a sharp smile in the middle of the kiss, his eyes darkening.

"Yeah, I've been told that my fingers are to die for...," He murmurs against her mouth, tracing the curve of her full lips with his tongue "But there’s no reason to pratice what you already have mastery of, right? Then I'll try the rest...," And he kisses down her torso, slowly, sometimes using his tongue to tickle some spots. When he kneels between her legs again, he tries to linger on her thighs, kissing, licking and nibbling, very close to her center. And he also took the opportunity to kiss her tattoos, drawing the patterns with his mouth "Damn, they look perfect on you..."

"Hnnn, thanks... yeah, kisses right on the inside of her thighs are a perfect start," she bites her lip, shivering a little, without taking her eyes off him "Now... you know how we ate an ice cream? Or an orange… ooohh, how about a mango?"

Oh... he had a bit of a history with mangoes, actually. He remembered a few summer afternoons, back in high school, when he and some friends had dumb ideas, typical of teenagers with uncontrolled hormones and decided to buy mangoes to tease each other and see who could “eat them out" better, always joking and laughing their asses off... and now that fantasy was kind of coming true. He nods slowly, kissing her crotch. "Hnnn, I know…"

"Yeah... exactly. Taste it like a mango, explore all the sensitive spots and make a mess of her. Lick your lips as if it were the nectar of the gods...," She smiles very mischievously "As if you were about to suck her soul right out of her pussy, hehehehe," she shakes her shoulders like a panther wanting to pounce... and that makes her breasts bounce. Oh boy.

He smiles like the devil himself, her swaying breasts tempting him even more "Does that mean I can get revenge? Then, if you excuse me...," And he leans over, kissing her right in the middle of her legs, over her panties, and then licking slowly from bottom to top, all without taking his eyes off her. And damn, he was loving seeing her expressions!

"Yeah, like that… hmmmm… you can look at me… wherever you want, as long as… ohh, yeees... oh, look what you did to me, how wet I am…," she pulls her panties aside, and oh, would you look at that… in the light of that environment he could finally see clearly: she was blonde down there too, and he could see how meticulous about her appearance she was. And right there in the middle, the pink flesh glistened, it was so wet.

The fantasy involving mangoes and teenage jokes evaporates from his mind as if it had never existed. Holy shit, there was no mango that could compare to that! And she even bleached her hair down there... her dedication to the Gyaru lifestyle was admirable, to say the least. Not even he bleached his own pubes, holy fuck... Rihito brings his face closer without even realizing it, licking his lips and kissing her again, this time with his mouth open and passionately, in a small suction that makes his lips smack. His tongue runs from bottom to top again, exploring, smearing himself, her taste and smell leaving him intoxicated and wanting more. He remembers her recommendations and tries not to rush, taking his time, sometimes licking, sometimes going to her clit and flicking it with his tongue, because she really liked it the last time he did that.

"Aaahh!," she moans, shivering a little "Oh my, hmmm... yeah, that's it... don't forget any place, you have to remove-ooohhh... all the honey from there. Hnmm... oh," she sways her hips a little, biting her lip while looking at him and grabing his hair, one leg going over the shoulder of his good arm so she can have a good look at him "Uuhnm... that's it, ooh... Ichiroooo...," she moaned again; it wasn't a loud moan, but it was in a really good tone.

He never, ever imagined that hearing his given name could be so erotic and stimulating. That woman could make absolutely everything look and sound sexy, couldn't she? He can't help himself, moaning against her flesh, needing to squeeze his own cock while still inside his pants so he doesn't lose control altogether. And he goes down on her with even more abandon, feeling his entire chin getting smeared with her juices as he licks her hungrily, his nose brushing against her clit as he tries to taste her right there in the middle, and then going back up to suck there, always slowly, torturously; he had taken her lessons very seriously. His eyes closed and his face red as he ate his fill left no room for doubt: he had really taken a liking to the act.

"Ooohh… Yes, babe, keep going, aaahhh!," she moves her hips even more, leaning on his good shoulder "Oohh... now... ahn... for- for the ace in the hole... hmmm... if she's taking too long, there's a secret technique..."

He immediately looks up at her, not stopping what he was doing. He even closes his mouth on her clit again, sucking hungrily, and without taking his eyes off her. He also seemed to have a taste for teasing, the son of a bitch.

"Oh, hmm… if she's taking too long… 'cause there are women who take a while… hmmm ," she closes her eyes a little, but still gets closer to whisper, "Lick her butthole when she least expects it. Just a quick lick to give her a little scare, then when you go back to the main thing you'll see the magic happening," She winks at him and leans on the couch.

... Holy shit, just like that?! He had no idea she enjoyed that kind of stuff! A she-demon capable of making Satan himself blush like a virgin, holy shit.

He smiles, she sees how his eyes become a little irrational again... and then he holds her buttocks, lifting them a little and shoving his face right in the middle of her legs, his tongue going right for that little hole. He would usually hesitate to do these things, but not now, when he was too horny and too eager to please.

"Aaaaanh!" she jumps on the couch, moaning loudly "Ooh, my God, that's- that's a bit too much but- Aaahn! This is sensitive for me, too- aannmm... Oh my God... ohhh...," she trembles "you- you can come back now, don't let her get used to it, oooohhh..."

He immediately complies, moving back from the bottom to the top, not stopping until he reaches the clit again, which he slaps with his tongue as if punishing it. And what a pair of lungs that man had; he was barely stopping to breathe. Those fighters were all superhuman, damn it...!

"Oh my God, Ichirooooo...!," she was shaking even more "I'm almost... I... AAAAHN!," she trembles violently, riding his mouth wildly, her hands pulling his hair while him feelt her muscles contracting in his mouth. In the end, she gasps, going limp on the sofa, her chest rising and falling "Oh my God, much-much better now, ohhh... oh, you can- you can stop now, I'm too sensitive...! If you want, you can keep going, but not today, please," She almost begs "Leave the... hmm... the torture for when I deserve it, okay?"

He nods slowly, still wanting to taste more of her juices but agreeing to move away, panting, his entire face red and smeared as if he had just eat one hell of a succulent mango. He looks up at her; his eyes were again so dark they looked black, not green.

"Wow... going down is fuckin' awesome...! Even more so when it's on you...," And he immediately gets up to kiss her, again a bit greedy, wanting to share that taste with her.

She kisses him back, pulling him towards her "Oh, I'm happy about that... I will always support men who like to give head...," she kisses him more "Now... do you want any help with that wood between your legs?"

He laughs breathlessly, shivering with excitement "Yeah, I can't deny that he's bothering me a little... will you give me a hand, Miss Lumberjack?"

"Of course… Where do you want me?," she indicates her entire body "It's a complete menu for you to choose from..."

"Yes, it’s a whole buffet there…," He feels her curves again, squeezing her buttocks and then patting them lightly "And in regards to where I want you… I kind of sucked your soul out, didn’t I?," He smiles mischievously "Don't you want to take it back? The way only you know how to do it, Miss Velvet Mouth..." And he touches her chin, his thumb touching her full lips.

"Ooh… I like the sound of that," She smiles back "Miss Velvet Mouth…," she sits down and changes places with him, freeing herself from her bra "Hnn, much better…," her breasts bounce a little when she stretches, lifting her face and looking for his pants while unceremoniously unzipping them, looking at him "Now you're gonna see how comfortable my pink monster is...," she winks again and pulls his cock out of his pants, lowering the pieces of clothing enough to have a good view of him.

He shudders at her touch, panting softly, and then smiling sharply "Yeah, it's great. And so is the view, damn...," And he spreads his legs further apart, making himself very comfortable, looking at her while biting his lower lip. He wasn't going to deny it, her approving expression did wonders in the healing process of his wounded ego. His friend between his legs had always been a source of pride for him; the size was considerable, and the thickness left nothing to be desired. Everything was proportionate; nothing absurd that would make a woman panic, but enough to achieve the ideal results while doing it's work. He was circumcised, which was a little curious, but nothing to complain about. And he was also completely shaved; considering his history as a fighter, it was understandable. And it was clean too, thank God. Even though he was a classic case of a stuck-up macho man, he seemed to have minimal regard for hygiene.

In short: a small dick was an item she could cross off the list of possible causes for his insecurity. She smiled more, very pleased to find someone who had no shame and was still pleasant to look at… and to put in her mouth.

She started on her own pace, without any shame, her tongue going over the entire length... now she could clearly see what she was doing and so could he. She strokes him, running her claws lightly along the inside of his leg to tickle it, then taking her time, slowly... she closes her mount on the tip, while her hand takes care of the rest.

He jumps on the couch, his breath catching in his throat again, his thighs tensing as he sinks deeper into the plush upholstery "Oooh... damn... velvet is the best definition, yes... hnnn, fuck...," He babbles with the delicious pressure on the tip, his eyelids getting heavy, his eyes fixed on hers as he raises his arms, minding the injured one, and rests them on the back of the couch.

And she kept going. God, he felt himself sinking into the velvet of the couch and of her mouth... and there he was, all inside that endless throat, and then back again, all while she licked him... Akane really didn't have any problem in taking him all the way down. It wasn't his first rodeo, but all the girls he had sex with always stopped at three inches tops, never taking all of him. But this one... he felt her tongue reach his balls, holy shit...

"Uunh! Sh- Shit...!," His voice comes out trembling, his teeth clenched tightly, his legs lifting a little off the ground. It was surreal, no matter how many times she did that to him, he would probably never get used to it "H-Harder... Yes, just like that, hnnnf... A-Akane...," He babbles her name weakly, his expression dazzed, his head going back in delight as he went cross-eyed with pleasure again.

"Hmmmm," she moand to make him feel the vibration, going back and forth without using her hands now that he was rock-hard for her. She looks at him when she pauses a little, flicking her tongue against the tip so he can see it. When he looks at her with that sexy face, she decides that she wants more and smiles at him "Hey...," she says, between licks "Do you wanna see a new move?," She sucks the tip to clear the mucus that had formed there.

"Hnn... new- new move?," He manages to stammer, panting a little "Damn, I'm a little scared now, hahaha... What else can you do with that mouth, woman?"

"Not exactly with my mouth," she kisses the tip a little more "But you have a nice size, so I can do more things... I haven't done it in a while and it would be nice to pratice... help me, will you?," She licks him a little more, circling the tip.

He hisses between his teeth, closing one eye "I'll help, with pleasure... just don't stop, holy shit...!"

She smiles and then salivates all over him, lubricating it well, rubbing some of it between her breasts afterwards. Akane places them on each side of his dick, squeezing it between them. She then moves her torso up and down, massaging him with her huge tits; he could see the tip poking out right there in the middle.

...Oh. Oooh, fuck, he was in heaven. He had died right after that son of a bitch stabbed him outside the hair salon and he had gone straight to heaven, holy shit!

"Ooonh...! Fucking hell, woman...!," His voice squeaks almost imperceptibly in his delight, his hips spasming and moving, trying desperately to keep up with her rhythm and gain more of that delicious friction "Yeah, keep going... use those tits on me, feel so fucking good... ! Fuck, you're gonna kill me like this, hnnnn....!"

She smiles mischievously while still looking at him, sticking out her tongue and touching the tip of his cock with it, sometimes going all the way down to give it a light suck. That vision… fuck, that really was something else.

He throws his head back with a loud, husky sound of pleasure, the soles of his feet resting firmly on the floor as he moves his hips up and down eagerly, and she responds in equal measure with both her breasts and her mouth on the tip. Holy shit, he had only seen that in porn videos, he had never received anything like that in his life, and he just couldn't get enough...!

"A-Akane...! Holy shit, I'm gonna...!," He tries to warn her when he feels the pressure rising, faster than usual, but he can no longer hold back "HnnNNNGH!!," And he throws his head back again, his jaw tense and his eyes closed as if he were in pain, as he cums so hard that he becomes dizzy for a few seconds. And as expected, he makes a mess of her, smearing her breasts, her chest, even a bit of her neck, before collapsing on the sofa like a puppet whose strings had been cut, shaking and panting as if he had run a marathon.

"Oh...," she smiles, shivering a little "Oh, wow... you came hard, hahaha," she wipes a little off of her face, and then wiping a little off of the tip of his cock "It almost went into my eye hahahahaha," she lets go of him, getting up "I'm going to clean this up, take a rest..."

And she leaves, going to the bathroom, completely naked while leaving him there, dizzy, with his pants down.

"Ooonh... s-sorry about that...," He stammers in a weak voice, barely able to lift his head, his eyes unfocused and a very stupid smile on his face "I couldn't hold back... I can help if you want...," He calls when she goes to the bathroom, barely able to raise his voice.

"No, it's okay," she replies "Rest a bit, I'll be right back... I needed a shower anyway. Uffff…," he hears her chuckle.

He almost asks if she wanted company... but damn, he wouldn't be able to get up from that couch for at least another five minutes. So that's where he stays, trying to normalize his breathing, his eyes closed as he tries to record in his memory the image of his cock pressed between her breasts.

Could his friends scold him for drooling over her tits now? They were hot, damn, it was a compliment!

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Scenario:

The turtles crossover <3 and they have a simulator that will recreate one of their enemies. They all have to fight their version of that enemy, so it has to be one they all have.

The first they try out is Stockman/ Stockboy because he’s easy. God they all laughed at that.

It was difficult to find an enemy that all of them each have. They were all in the simulator and so they decided to fight their shredders (rise and either 2007 or 2012 tried to reject this).

Right off the bat, a few were slammed into walls by Rise shredder. God Rise Shredder and 2012 Mutated Shredder were horrible.

��Grandpa! That is no way to treat your family. Now come here for a hug <3”, rise Mikey teased.

They then teamed up with 19(89??/ 87???) to wail on him.

They take a break from the exercise to eat.

“That was crazy! And what was that about calling Shredder grandpa?”

“He was our great x8 grandfather! He was tricked into wearing demonic armor and became the shredder who was sealed a way 500+ years ago.”

“His soul is free now and living it up with our gram gram, who was his daughter. She created the Hamato clan.”

“Wow…I’m glad to hear. He was a tough cookie.”

They talked about some of their villains.

“Okay so do you guys have a bebop and rocksteady?”

“Nope! But we do have a Todd. He’s not a villain but they were his friends. Like Meatsweats, who tried to eat us. I’m his biggest fan.”

“…what?”

“He use to be a famous chef that would destroy the dreams of every chef that entered his kitchen.”

“Now he just tries to cook and eat any mutant he thinks would taste good. He has some good recipes for turtles.”

They go quiet for a moment as they eat their pizza. A Mikey leans towards a Raph.

“Remind me not to look particularly tasty.”

“Duty noted.”

They go back to the simulator. They decided to try Karai. After all, in most versions she was on the other side most of the time. Rise said nothing because they wanted to see her again.

Since it was a simulator, Karai would only act based on the turtles memory of her. 2012 Karai wouldn’t go for the kill.

Rise Karai… she stood there. She smiled and held her arms out. The rise boys ran to her. They hugged her and cried.

“Gram gram…. I’m sorry… we failed you…. You shouldn’t have died!”, they still felt guilty.

“Anata wa hitori janai.”

Rise smiled at her and they all let go. She fought with them. 2012 Leo was going through a crisis when he he saw them.

Rise Karai gets 2012 Karai on their side.

Eventually, they stopped for a moment so that the rise boys had time to clear the tears. 2007 talked to them for a moment. Once they gave the go a head, they decided to fight a simulation of foot soldiers.

They all laughed at the paper foot. Buddy was among the crowd and hugged all the Raph’s he could.

“This is Raph’s best friend and sparring partner! Buddy!”

“Awe he’s so cute!”

The robot foot were something. The other feet were notable too in some way.

Of course there was the foot leaders too.

“Why are their heads on fire?”

“I don’t know.”

“Whose the girl being Mikey and Donnie with a metal stick?”

“Casey.”

“That’s Casey jones??? Why is she with the foot?”

“She grew up that way. Pretty sure the foot leaders were her dads before…they died.”

“Is she still?”

“Well someone has to lead the newly changed sister clan. Since she was part of the main branch, she tasked Jr with assimilating the secondary branch members all over the globe. Of course there are splinter cells that don’t agree with the change but…”

“Well there is no more shredder after all.”

“Whose Jr?”

“Casey.”

“What?”

“Ah we have two Casey’s. Cassandra Jones or Casey Sr and Casey Jones Jr.”

“We just call him Jr.”

“She looks a round your age…”

“He’s from the future.”

“Oh.”

“Guys please, she isn’t slowing down at all!”

They forgot she was still beating them with a metal stick while they were talking.

“We should do something about that huh?”

“Probably.”

They watch a little longer. Okay so a Mikey started crying so they finally walked over to pick her up.

“Cass! That’s enough, they yield!”

“I crave violence cousin!” (I would have said brother but she is so their cousin)

“Regardless.”

Simulation change once more. This one gave a noticeable tone shift for the Rise crew. Like this is life or death.

The Kraang… rise Kraang made someone wet themself (or they say as a joke).

This is the most serious they have ever seen the rise crew and they don’t like it. Rise forgets it’s a simulation.

“I will stop you!”, Leo grits his teeth and glares.

The Kraang mocks him and it circles him.

“What ever it takes, EVEN IF THAT MEANS I HAVE TO DIE!”, he snarls before launching himself with teleportation.

They don’t crack a joke and fight with everything they have. They get the floor wiped with them.

They get back up. They get beat again. They get back up. The Utrom get knocked out and the other Kraang squished.

The other turtles are trying to fight sister Kraang but nearly die. (I like thinking brother Kraang is confirmed dead.)

Everyone but Leo managed to get knocked out. He gets back up again.

“Your persistence is futile. I will beat you will an inch of your life and have you barely cling to life just to make you watch your pathetic world crumble under the rule of the Kraang.”

He punches Leo a few times. The others try to help- but they can’t do anything.

“Yield to the Kraang!”

Leo coughs up blood. He escapes. The Kraang follow. They fight more. Leo was much better than he was when he fought the Kraang.

Leo had a plan for the debris. He will have the Kraang fall onto two spike shaped debris. Leo following after him.

“Little Leo no!”

The simulation stops before anyone sees him make contact with the protruding metal. Leo falls onto the ground.

His family looks him over before he gets slapped in the face by a slipper.

“What did we talk about when it comes to devaluing your life?”

“Not to…”

“That’s right. No more simulations for you.”

Bonus:

On a lighter note:

“Hey… you guys want to see Leo’s best friend?”

“Sure!”

They see Usagi. Rise Leo looks at them and giggle.

“Wow, your boyfriend is cute!”

“What? No no! He- he’s just a friend I promise!”

“Really? Aw… I was hoping I had a chance with mine…”

“Well just because he is in complete denial doesn’t mean you’d fail.”

“I don’t know…”

Leo goes on to explain how Usagi isn’t interested in him (also casually saying Usagi kissed him- which the others pick up on) and that he will never go out with him and he accepts that.

The turtles that were with rise Leo thinks he’s been lead on. That is not the case.

“Oh! Man I remember that one time I was invited to a new friends wedding. I caught the bouquet. Dream come true. Until the other guests wanted the bouquet. Usagi helped me run a way.”

“Uh have you told him that you-?”

“Oh several times, but he keeps ignoring it. For a while I thought that him kissing me meant that he liked me but now I am not sure.”

There was a pause.

“However I am not going to say no to any kind of affection from him <3”

“That doesn’t sound healthy….”

“What can you do? When your me? Haha”

Two weeks later and someone walks in to see Leo sitting on Usagi’s lap. Oh wow, Usagi can run.

“I don’t know what happened. One second Usagi was talking about his day and the next second a weapon was sent his way.”

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#au #fanfiction #cute #crossover #rottmnt #tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #12 tmnt #03 tmnt #07 tmnt #80s tmnt #90s tmnt #Usagi #leosagi #Leo x Usagi

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Lioness AU- Part 3 -Married Couple Stories.

Being parents is hard, being young parents is extremely hard, and being young parents to a Metamorphmagus baby is a nightmare mode.

Sebastian underestimates the whole situation.

Sebastian and Leon’s first child, Semeion, is a Metamorphmagus. His birth almost killed Leon and caused her to be bedridden for months. Leon’s parents can't help; Leon’s younger siblings are killing them. Sebastian doesn’t want to stress Anne and definitely does not want to live with Solomon again. So he learned how to handle the baby on his own and took care of his depressed wife.

Metamorphmagus baby can’t control their ability to shift change; sometimes they will show sickness but not actually have it, or they can disappear into thin air. Sebastian was worn out, but he gain so many experience as a father and he found a new job for himself.

After they graduated from Hogwarts, Sebastian worked at Daily Prophet as a reporter for a few months. He had to quit his job after Semeion was born. But he kept a good relationship with the editor. He proposed to open a column to share his home hacks and spells.

The editor agreed, and Sebastian has a column named: “Mrs. Sallow’s Serect Garden.” He shares some life hacks, his daily life(complaints) and answers questions from readers as Mrs. Sallow. Everyone thinks Mrs. Sallow is a wise old woman who makes cookies for her grandchildren.

Leon was depressed after giving birth to Semeion. She had a vision that so many horrible things would happen in this world, and she couldn't do anything about it. She felt powerless and had nightmares about disappointed Professor Fig. She was terrified, and mentally, she shut herself in.

After starting the column, Sebastian would read to Leon those silly things he wrote. Gradually, Leon responded to these things and started to laugh again.

Under Sebastian’s care and support, Leon recovered and got back on her feet.

Leon, Poppy and Natty got together and started an underground organization to save the world. They did a lot of things, like capturing a Nundu that was trafficked by poachers and was running loose.

Sebastian is not happy about it. His wife is putting herself in danger and not telling him. He wants to join the party but has been told it is a girl’s club. Then he discovered that it was a lie. Garreth is also a member.

Leon tries to reason this by saying Semeion needs his father, but Sebastian says Semeion is old enough and his mother-in-law is available for a helping hand.

Then Leon comes up with an idea, she will get herself knocked up with another kid, and Sebastian will have no choice but to stay home and take care of the new child.

She thought this was a genius idea. (She is dumb)

During this time, Sebastian finds out who is Semeion’s birth father. Semeion is a parselmouth. Sebastian already had the feeling that the father couldn't be him; he was taking birth control potion at that time.

He told Leon about this; he was scared that Leon would leave him to find Ominis, but he decided to give Leon this choice.

Leon never cared who is the father, but she was surprised by Sebastian’s love and devotion. She felt guilty about using the child to tie down Sebastian; she wanted to have a child with Sebastian out of love.

And they had another eight kids in the next 20 years.

Leon is still trying to save the world, and they will have some fights here or there. Once, they had a big fight, and Sebastian took a break for three months. But in the end, they get back together and grow strong as a family.

After Mrs.Sallow promoted birth control in “her” column, the column was shut down. Luckily, Leon is rich, super rich, so they don't worry about money. But Sebastian doesn't want to live on his wife’s money, so he finds another job as the Magic Theory Professor at Hogwarts.

He returned to his favourite place in the world, and living the best of his life with his growing large family.

He is happy, until Ominis’ return.

Part 4 will come, I guess…

#hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy sebastian #sebastian sallow #hogwarts legacy mc

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smileygoth · 1 year

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8. Rivals

Part 8 of my WODtober story. Taking the daily prompts and trying to weave a vampire story from them! In this chapter, Miro tells Imogen what he's learned and gets a startling revelation.

Word Count: 1,204 words.

CW: Mention of torture, no details.

Image found on PNGtree.com.

Find the previous chapters here!

Imogen’s expression was blank as Miro relayed what he’d discovered to her. But when she looked up at him as he fell silent, the pain and rage in her eyes startled him. ‘I remember it now,’ she said. ‘The torture. The things the Prince had them do to me. Terrible, awful things.’

‘Why didn’t you just tell them who you diablerised?’ Miro asked. ‘That’s all they wanted to know. It’s not like it was going to change the outcome.’

Imogen shrugged. ‘Why should I? As you said, it wasn’t going to change what they did. So let them wonder.’

Miro raised his eyebrows, impressed. ‘Alright,’ he chuckled. ‘Don’t think I’d have the stones to do that myself. Guess you’re tougher than you look.’

Imogen only smiled.

‘So,’ Miro said, carrying on where he’d left off. ‘I’ve got some friends trying to find the catacombs for me. In the meantime, I figured I’d start looking into what happened at Harrogate’s place, see if we can get any inkling of who might have put you there. You know, his enemies, business rivals, whatever.’ He spun round on his chair to face the laptops and powered one of them on. ‘I imagine we’ll come up with quite a list, but at least we’ll have somewhere to start.’

He felt rather than saw Imogen come up behind him to lean over his shoulder. Her hand rested on his shoulder, her fingers clutching a little too hard. ‘How are you going to find that information?’ she asked.

‘I know a guy,’ Miro replied with a smirk. ‘That kind of information is what he deals in.’ He typed out a quick email and sent it, then leaned back. ‘Just need to give him a minute to reply. He hardly ever leaves his computer, so it shouldn’t take long.’ He looked up. ‘Uh, Im … you feeling ok?’

Imogen let go of his shoulder. ‘Fine,’ she replied. ‘Just hungry. It’s been a few nights since I last fed.’

Miro frowned. ‘Oh right. Well, it’s too close to dawn now, but we should probably make that a priority tomorrow. Don’t want you wigging out on me like-’ He clamped down on his words quickly, casting a guilty glance up at Imogen. She didn’t seem to have noticed; she was watching the laptop screen as if she was willing the reply to come through. ‘I, uh …. I just don’t want you to go hungry,’ he finished quietly.

The response came through mercifully quickly. The list was quite long, but a number of the names had [Dead] or [Presumed Dead] next to them, some with quick notes on how the person in question had been killed. Most of the deaths, Miro noticed, had been traced back to Harrogate and his associates.

‘Well, we can take these off,’ he said with a chuckle, and tapped on the keyboard. The names of the dead individuals disappeared, leaving a smaller list of five names. ‘Okay, so these are our chief suspects.’

Imogen leaned forward and read the names aloud. ‘Dean Winton, Ventrue. Patrick Hawk, Toreador. Evan Colton, kine. Ed Green, Gangrel. Emily Bell, Brujah. Who are these people?’

Miro scratched at a scab on his cheek. ‘Well, Colton’s human, so we can pretty much disregard him. He won’t have the knowledge or the power to pull something like this off.’ He tapped the keys again, and the name disappeared. ‘Winton’s another rich boy Ventrue who’s pretty vocal about wanting to make something of himself in this city, so that’s just going to be a basic politics-slash-business rivalry. Hawk’s been talking shit lately about Harrogate’s house-building. He objects to him filling the city with cookie-cutter highrises and bland suburbias, or something like that. But he’s been around since before Queen Victoria kicked it, so he’s going to have an opinion. And then Green and Bell, they actually work together. Pair of eco-activists. It would actually make a lot of sense if it was them. Thing is, they’re both babies. I don’t see them pulling this off without some serious help.’

‘Why not?’ Imogen said sharply. ‘Is this Harrogate so formidable?’

Miro snorted. ‘He’s old and he’s rich, what do you think?’

Imogen’s voice shook. ‘I think he is a miserable upstart whelp who has no right to the riches he has. I think he is a thief and a coward and … and … aaaaargh!’

Mro flinched and ducked as Imogen lashed out suddenly, grabbing the laptop and slamming it several times against the table’s edge, then hurling it against the wall above his head. There was a pop and fizz of electricity. Shards of broken metal and plastic rained down on him, and the shattered carcass of the laptop rebounded, landing near the door in a mangled heap. Horrified, Miro looked up at Imogen to see her towering over him, her eyes blazing with fury and her fangs bared. As he watched, she frowned, looked at her hands, and then the light in her eyes faded and she staggered backwards, tripping over her own feet and landing on the floor next to the ruined laptop. She looked up at him in bewilderment. ‘Miro?’ she muttered.

Miro gaped at her, astounded. ‘What the hell was that, Im?’ he managed to exclaim.

Imogen looked around her, her eyes falling on the destroyed laptop. ‘Eliza,’ she muttered. ‘That was Eliza. Oh god, Miro … I’m so sorry…’ Her eyes misted over with a red haze, and then to Miro’s alarm, bloody tears began to course down her pale cheeks. He jumped from his chair and crouched down next to her, arms going around her awkwardly. ‘Hey,’ he said gently. ‘Don’t worry about the laptop. All the work’s backed up, I can replace it. Just tell me what’s going on, okay? Who’s Eliza?’

So Imogen told him - about the voice, the blackouts, waking up in the middle of a field, the village inn and the room with the boarded-up window. By the time she had finished, the approaching dawn was weighing heavily on them both, and Miro’s head was spinning. He gently guided her to the bed and laid her down. She closed her eyes, falling to the death-sleep almost immediately.

Miro was awake for a little longer. With the corner of the blanket on the bed he gently wiped the blood from Imogen’s face, thinking. Then he got up and went back to the desk and turned on the second laptop, opening his emails. The message from his contact was still there, the original list unchanged. He scanned it quickly. His eyes were heavy and his mind foggy and he really needed to sleep, but he had to know. Thankfully, it only took a second to find what he was looking for. A name, nestled in among the others on the list of Harrogate’s enemies.

‘Eliza of Shorne [Presumed Dead].’

Quickly, he fired off another email to his contact. ‘Need details on Eliza of Shorne.’ He waited until the laptop chimed softly, letting him know that the email had sent. Then he closed the lid and leaned back in the chair. He wouldn’t get a reply until tomorrow night, but that was okay.

His eyes closed and he slept.

#vamily #vampire the masquerade #vampire #vampirism #dark pack #world of darkness #vtm #vamptober #wodtober #wod #nosferatu #camarilla

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Part 2 of discord server beomgyu but they meet irl

this unintentionally became a 3-part short sequence. i thought that this is fitted for the 3rd part rather than the 2nd part so this took a few days. this is also longer than both parts. i hope you'd enjoy this as much as you have the previous parts!

pt. 1 and pt. 2

"what took you so long?" beomgyu immediately asked you as you open the doors for him. you rolled your eyes as you step aside to let him in.

"you told me, you'd be here at around 14:00 (02:00 pm) not be here sharp." you answered back as you trail behind him to your living room. "are you that eager to see me?"

"you talk like you didn't go 'please beomie, please please see me' on the phone a fortnight ago." he told you mimicking your voice. he looked at you, winking as you meet his eyes. he sat on the your couch while he looks around. "is that your room over there?"

he walked towards it, opening the door. he went inside and sat on the very chair you sat on when you masturbated with him. he raised his eyebrows as he leaned back on the chair.

"you're feeling a little too homey." you told him. hitting his arm playfully as you turned your pc on. "ah you came here for this?"

"i just want to see something," he responded. he spread his legs wider, and then looked at you. "did you clean this chair after you came?"

"of course!" you told him, feeling hot remembering what you did. you didn't feel bashful then, but something about beomgyu's presence suddenly intimidates you. like his presence is so felt that you can practically feel it cowering over you despite him sitting innocently.

"you're staring at me like you want to fuck me." you told him. he was staring at you and it was making you nervous. you didn't know what he was planning, and him keeping to himself is a recipe for making you feel frustrated in anyway.

"and if i do?" he asked you. standing up to corner you with your back to your desk and his body pressing you on it. "eyes up."

"what are you saying even?" you told him. you feel shy under his gaze. that feeling intensifying as you looked at him in the eyes. you immediately turn to look at his lips. you feel like he was scrutinising your every move.

"what if that's what i want to do? hmm?" he told you, tucking your hair behind your ear as he approach it. "we need to do something about that mouth of yours."

you pushed him away, which only lead him to pulling you from your desk and to be pushed on your bed. you felt nervously excited for what's in store for you. he lowered himself as if to kiss you.

"you know what? i'm feeling a bit hungry." he told you moving away. he walked out of your room to god knows where.

you breathe out, holding on your chest. you followed him, finding him in your dining table where you prepared some snacks for him. you don't know if this man is driving you insane, or why you're letting him buy here you are. sitting in front of him and him talking in front of you.

"i played with taehyun the other day," he told you. grabbing the glass of water that you're offering him. "and he got all the kills! he told me 'i haven't played in a while' but is just whoosh! and everyone's dead."

"you're just bad at that cod babe," you remarked.

"am not!" he told you and paused. he leaned forwards making you lean backwards. despite the table in-between the both of you, you felt shy with this new attention. "so it's babe huh?"

"you're so full of shit!" you told him, throwing the crumb of cookie in his face as you walked to the kitchen to wash your hands. "you're the one obsessed with me."

"you're the one who masturbated to the thought of me."

"you came watching me," you walked past him and sat on the couch. "you're as guilty as i am. taehyun is just good at the game babe."

"i'm good at other things too," he told you. standing in front of you, bending down to your level. he grabbed your jaw lightly, "you came hard just by thinking and watching me."

he pushed you to lay down on the couch as he goes on top of you. he pulled your shorts slowly while looking at your face.

"so wet for me?" he asked you mockingly. "i didn't even touch you yet."

"you should feel how wet the insides are." you told him. guding his hand inside your underwear. you pulled yourself up, being face-to-fave with him. you felt his finger dippin in his slit to rub your clit. "do i need to teach you how to please a woman beommie?" you mocked.

"you're very vocal babe," he told you. rubbing your clit in circular motions. he was consistent with his pacing. alternating between circular and up-and-down motions.

he kissed from your collarbone to your neck. alternating between nipping and sucking marks on them. he moved his fingers lower to collect some of your wetness to rub on your clit.

you felt sensitive. everywhere. you're feeling nauseous about him being around you, on you, qnd hopefully in you. you feel like you're drinking every bit of beomgyu and you're the one who's being pleased.

you came unexpectedly that you didn't have time to warn him. he met your eyes, which are wide in shock. he smirked at you before kissing the area near your ear.

"i think, i know how to please my girl," he looked at you. giving you a kiss on the cheek. he pulled away from you to completely remove your panties. you closed your legs, feeling shy towards him. "do you not want to continue?"

"no! no no no no no!" you told him panicking. he look at you concerned at your actions.

"it's okay. i'm not going to force you to do anything you're uncomfortable with." he told you, kissing your cheek. he caressed your face in his hands while you look in his eyes. he looks like he's staring at you with the universe in them. "i understand."

"beom, babe. i'm down to anything." you started. "but if you're planning on going down on me, could it be another time?"

"of course! i'm not rushing you into anything," he told you reassuringly. "what do you want to do now?"

you lead his hand back to your entrance.

"could you," you started shyly before meeting his eyes. "prepare me for you?"

"tell me when you feel like it's too much," he told you. "kick me if you have to," he said winking at you playfully.

he carefully prodded a finger in your entrance before shooting you a look. you gave him a light nod, and he inserted it inside you. you let out a gasp feeling how thick his finger is inside you.

"you're doing good baby," he told you. he looked at your reaction before inserting another. he went in slow scissoring motions, looking at your face and listening to your moans as he goes.

"faster, please." you moaned. your fingers don't reach this far, and he's abusing the bundle that drives you insane. you know that he knows. he has always been attentive to you like that.

"beom, please" you asked this time.

"close?" he asked you, kissing your stomach.

"yes," you pant. "i'm cumming please."

that was a statement, but to beomgyu it felt like you were asking him permission to cum.

"come for me y/n," he told you. dropping his light qccent for his satoori one. you buck your hips to his fingers when you did. his fingers helping you ride out your orgasm.

"wanna help you now," you said panting. he slowly removed his fingers inside you before popping them in his mouth. he looked at you, sliding his fingers (which was in his mouth) inside your mouth.

"let's prepare another area for me," he told you. slipping his fingers off your mouth. he gave you a light peck, a smirk forming in his lips. "let's put that mouth of yours into good use."

#txt hard hours #txt hard thoughts #txt smut #beomgyu smut #beomgyu suggestive #beomgyu hard hours #txt suggestive #txt scenarios #txt imagines

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themotherofblood · 2 years

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Lafzon Ki Dhokebazi

Stucky x Reader

Part 3 of Sukoon Mila

A/N: This is a heavy chapter with very descriptive mentions of torture, and lots of angsty emotion. We also get Steve and Bucky’s POV yay. Lots of love ❤️

Post Civil War 2015

3 years ago

“Did you know?”

You had never heard Tony speak to you like this. He had a bold reason to feel the hatred coursing through his body right now

“Y/n!” His palms slams down onto the table to grab your attention. The brunt of the sound making you flinch

You only looked up with eyes that were covered in guilt. You knew, Bucky only ever told you bits and pieces of that mission. You had put two and two together because you knew how Tony’s parents were killed. The look on your face makes Tony scoff and aggressively push the chair back that he was sat on and walk out of the room

Everything was a mess. Rhodhey was heavily injured. Nat just packed her things and left. Ross’s people were taking inventory of every weapon and every single case file you had. You sat in the room that was once filled with a bunch of misfits, alone.

The days since passed in almost slow motion. You tried to talk to Tony again but he was having none of it. On the third day you called Pepper. Tony started drinking again and he wouldn’t take help from you. The two weeks after that you’d manage to sneak in visits with Rhodhey when Tony wasn’t visiting him. He built Rhodes a device to help him stand and walk. He was doing okay. You never thought you’d see the day where a synthezoid would be upset but that is what you find a month later, sitting in the balcony of the campus. In the middle of the night.

“You miss her, don’t you?” You leaned against the door

He simply looked at you, it’s not that he didn’t. He just knew that it was obvious. “I’m new to this, how do you deal with this Ms YLN”

You felt as inexperienced as he felt. You weren’t coping. You were just frozen as time passed around you. Mostly self medicating with alcohol and sleeping. You slept for hours at an end, because in that deep state of slumber, your boys were still with you. However you’d wake up alone. In your big stupid bed.

Things cleared a little when Tony finally wanted to talk to you. He sent a simple text saying he was coming over. The rational you would have made cookies and mentally prepared yourself for this conversation. But you were completely out of it, sitting on the kitchen floor and half a bottle of vodka in. Through all of this, the UN meetings, Board meetings you kept yourself sober enough to sign whatever it is that they needed signed. You were breaking apart piece by piece as the days passed on. You lived in a facility with a abandoned medical wing, one that housed a lots and lots of pain pills.

You didn’t see it coming but the feeling to numb it all became so seductive. Calling out to you, screaming at you to just shut it all out. It started with the drinking, then taking pain pills to deal with aftermath of the drinking. Within a few days it turned to day drinking. Vision wasn’t stupid, he knew what was going on, he just didn’t know what to do. So when Tony arrived he could almost feel his on heart snap like twig. He found you nearly passed out on the couch. From the pill bottle on the counter and the nearly empty bottle of vodka. He knew what he had to do.

Like a crazy intervention, he threw out all the alcohol he could find in the building. Programmed Friday to completely shut down medical wing and forfeit your access to it. He felt guilty for leaving you alone for this long. You slurred apologies at him as he tucked you in, wiping away at the few stray tears that slipped pass. “You are gonna be okay.” That’s all you heard him whisper before passing out.

The days following that Rhodhey came back to the campus, so did Tony and Pepper. You all were helping each other see parts of each other back together. The spider kid Tony had found became a frequent visit at the campus. He was extremely fun to be around. Such a wit for someone so young. He helped cheer everyone up on the days that seemed particularly darker.

You started to go out again. Feeling the need to already try to move past the two of them. It started slow with a few orgasms, flying solo. But to your heart break the only thing you could think of was four rough, strong hand roaming your body. Making your body sing in ways that your own hands or any toy could every make you feel. Their hot breaths against your skin, Bucky’s cold metal arm against you blazing hot skin. The filthy things the two of them would whisper as they took you apart with their fingers, their mouths, their cocks. Their ravenous moans as you clenched on them. Messy kissing being pressed all over your body. The sheer intensity of their love for you was all to consuming to even try to forget about.

It frustrated you, like a confusing riddle you couldn’t solve. Was it all false? Did you imagine it in your head.? If not, then how could they have left you that easily. Not a letter, nothing. They were gone and you’d had enough.

So you took a page from Tony’s book and got dressed. A simple black dress, you did your hair and makeup, this was self care. This was about you. By the time you were done, you hoped that this would repair your esteem. When you walked out, Vision complimented you, slightly taken aback since he was a little shocked that you were going out. You told him you’d be gone for two to three hours maximum. Out of the many places, you opted for a nice club downtown. It felt really good to be surrounded by normal people and a few of your old friends. They might mostly consisted of drinks, and lot’s of dancing. You made a mental note to thank yourself for not wearing heels. By the end of the night, you’d bid your good byes to your friend and made your way out of the club.

You weren’t too drunk, tipsy at best. Still a little nervous around too much alcohol due to what happened last time. You’d been waiting for a cab, leaning up against the cool brick wall outside the club. Taking in deep breaths from feeling to stuffy from earlier. It was quite cold out, you rubbed your hands together to try and warm yourself up. A few more deep breaths and you felt warmer, comfy enough to feel sleepy. You couldn’t wait to go home crash on the bed. You might finally get a really good night’s sleep. It almost felt like the ground gave out from underneath you. Well, because it did. Only someone caught you before you fell face first onto the pavement

Drip… Drip… Drip

Your head pounded like hell, internally cursing yourself for drinking too much. Groaning as you tried to get up.

That’s when you realized you were already sitting up. You couldn’t move, why couldn’t you move. Your eyes shot open, the light from the little bulb hurting your eyes in the process.

What in the hell happened.

The eerie cold of the room making you shiver as you took in your surroundings. Still slightly sedated to begin panicking just yet.

“Ah, Miss YN. Glad you could join us.” a nasal German accented voice spoke up from behind you

“You see, we didn’t want to have to do this. But your lovers left us with no choice.” You could feel him moving around the room, little clangs of metal would fill the room as he moved around. You were too groggy to turn your head around to get a good look at the person in the room. Gaining whatever little strength you had, you tried to pull at the restraints on your wrists but it fell to no avail.

A large splash of icy cold water hit your skin, making you gasp out. The cold water making your entire body seize and then convulse to take in deep breaths, another splash of water hits right by you face. The temperature making it almost painful as your body slowly starts to shiver. You blink at your eyes profusely to clear your vision as you feel someone’s hands push away your hair from your face.

“Are you with us now.” You glared at the man in front of you and said nothing.

The tremble in your fingers kept getting worse and you kept getting colder. Both the wetness and fear sealing into your bones. They would find you, you don’t know how long you’ve been taken for but you know that they will find you. Tony or Vision would have had to know that something was up. That you were taken.

You remembered the rules of a kidnapping. Don’t panic, try and take in as much information around you as possible. Every little detail counts. The three men in the room, all looked foreign. The one speaking to you sounded German. You had no idea of that location you were at. You know that they are after Steve and Bucky. You might be slow but you weren’t dumb. It’s not like the American agencies would have you abducted to find them. Would they?

It is only when the room illuminated a bit more from a light being flicked on, is when your eyes caught the symbol painted on the wall.

Strategic Scientific Reserve

S.S.R

Date Unknown. Post Civil War

You were going to die. You were sure of it. God knows of the things you were injected with and the sadistic torment to you. They’d make sure you screamed, so that the boys could hear. The first few days you put up a fight, didn’t let them see your pain. Every time they’d ask where the super soldiers were you would just glare at them.

Eventually you began to crack from the pain of it all. Everyday they’d hang you up like a lamb about to be slaughtered, administer all these drugs that felt like they were pouring molten rocks down your throat. They let people settle the score of your boyfriends on your body. You fought, you tried to be strong and now you just wanted to die. A small groan left past your lips and your body got warmer. It was time to go. Small stray tears fell down your closed eyes, you couldn’t say goodbye. You just want to say goodbye to Steve and Bucky.

Then you heard the crashes and men screaming, you didn’t care because you felt life draining to out. You saw their faces, your family’s faces. In your mind you knew at least your boys would be unhurt, you gave them nothing to work with and find them. You simply hoped that they wouldn’t blame themselves for what happened to you. You wondered if they’d find your body, if they’d find you at all.

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They had finally defrosted Bucky, they believed that they had found the perfect method to curing the winter soldier. He was unsure but the assured him that Shuri would have never awoken him if she thought that he was danger to the people of Wakanda. During his time, king Tchalla had come to apologise to him for hunting him Vienna and filled him in on everything that had happened since he was unconscious.

Shuri had found her hands full with repairing the damaged made by Killomonger but she found an even pressing matter in her hands, when her brother received a phone call from a very distressed Tony Stark. At first the King thought that the billionaire found out about Wakanda harbouring the Winter Soldier but instead it was him begging to them to save his friend’s life. T’challa remember Y/N from the UN meeting, he didn’t know her very well but remembered her kindness from the time he began chasing her lovers. He didn’t know of their relationship until Nat had told him. He had agreed to take her in and a quinjet from his fleet was sent to bring her to Wakanda.

Ayo was sent to inform Bucky while T’challa tried to get a hold of Steve. He couldn’t hide something like this from those, once he saw the state you were in. Bucky found his feet running to the medical wing, all he registered Ayo telling him that you were here and that you were hurt.

“She is going to be alright, be patient.” Ayo tried to comfort him as Bucky sat on the cold floor with his head in his hands.

He couldn’t lose you, he couldn't breath thinking about what was done to you. All he saw was your bloodied face and the entire world around him froze. He needed Steve.

“St- Steve, he has to know” he stuttered

“The king is trying, everything will be alright my friend.”

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Steve sat huffing onto the quinjet as Nat flew past the wreckage the created. Rogers hadn’t prayed to god in a long time but this time he begged the gods to save you. He feared that he was too late, that the damage done to you was irreversible.

He had been taking down Hydra posts, one after the other as Natasha stole information from them to keep their mission going. That’s when she found out that they had you. When he told Steve he went ballistic, the man barley stopped raiding through bases until he found you. The problem to this was that they were gaining too much attention. Tony was even sent after them but he intentionally showed up late to merely clean up, take report and destroy any evidence that would lead the government into finding them.

When Steve found where you were kept, he prayed that this is the one time Tony shows up on time. They’d raided this base with everything they had, he had found out about Dr. Whitehall from old files Peggy secretly kept with her. He knew he had to find you, given Dr. Whitehall’s sadistic experiments. Steve was covered in the blood of each soldier he killed, he was unhinged with rage. The weight of Captain America didn't hold him down anymore. He took down people. room after room until he saw you.

The floor nearly slipped from underneath him when he saw you. Hung from the ceiling as blood dripped down your body to your feet, a pool of blood fromed underneath you.

“Natasha!” he’d screamed as he took your body down slowly, nearly bursting out in tears.

Your body was covered in cuts and bruises. Needle marks from multiple IV bags of drugs being administered into you. Your fingers broken and crooked, fingernails ripped out on a few off your fingers and toes. Multiple suture lines through your sternum and abdomen. You were still breathing, slow and choppy but you were still fighting.

“Y/N please, please baby.” he rocked your body back and forth as tears couldn’t stop but slip from his

“Just keep breathing, you’re gonna be home soon.” he pushed your hair away from your face.

“Steve they are five minutes out, we have to go.” Nat tried to pull Steve up after wrapping and stuffing all you open wounds with gauze.

“They will have her, Tony won’t let go this easy. Ste-Steve please.” Nat tried to remain strong but regret consumed her as she looked at your broken body.

So he left, he left and prayed. For hours as they flew he was in pain, his entire body shook in panic. Once they got to the safe house, they received T’challa’s call. You were going to be okay. You had to be okay.

#stucky #stucky x reader #natasha romanoff #Steve Rogers #steve rogers x reader #Bucky Barnes #bucky barnes x reader #marvel fanfiction #marvel

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petrichor-han · 3 years

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flour fairy; felix lee

PAIRING | felix x gn!reader

CAST | felix lee

WC | 1.4k

GENRE | fluff, very slight angst

WARNINGS | explicit language, arguing, crying, smoke detector going off

SYNOPSIS | you insisted on helping felix bake cookies for his friends and family, but a tiny argument sets you apart. it takes you a drop of bitter lemon extract, a pinch of salt, a whole lot of sugar, and 30 minutes of baking time to realize you can’t live without your little flour fairy.

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MASTERLIST | STAY FOR CHRISTMAS COLLECTION

Felix loved baking. Every time he met one of your family members or friends, he would hand them a container of some baked good, a bright smile on his face. It always worked; everyone loved both him and the treats he made.

You supposed baking sounded like a fun enough activity, but it was never something that you indulged in. Since Felix was so often busy in the kitchen baking, you never craved any homemade cookies: there was always an abundance. Sometimes you felt a little guilty; you wanted to make something good for him too, but he always insisted on baking alone, and you respected his wishes. But a few days before Christmas, Felix revealed his plans to bake cookies for all of his family members as well as yours, plus friends that he felt needed a little homemade gift to cheer them up. It was a big order and you knew he couldn’t do it all alone. It was the perfect time to help him out, and it would kill the curiosity of baking. It was killing two birds with one stone.

“I think we need more chocolate chips.” You skimmed through the ingredients set out on the counter, silently counting the bags of chocolate.

“The recipe only calls for a cup per dozen, I think we’re alright,” Felix replied, setting out the measuring cups. “Besides, we’re making three types, not just chocolate chip. We have more than enough, babe.” He flashed a knowing smile at you as he opened the fridge and pulled out several sticks of unsalted butter.

“Do you want me to be in charge of one kind? The sugar cookie recipe looks really easy, I think I can handle it,” you said, flexing your arm muscles and grinning at him.

Felix chuckled and walked over to you, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “The recipe might look simple, but it’s easier to mess up than you’d think. We should probably stick together.”

You pouted, slightly disappointed, but busied yourself with the lemons for the lemon cookies, arranging them neatly. “Babe, can you start zesting the lemons? I’ll start on the dough for the chocolate chip cookies,” Felix asked, opening up a bag of flour, choking slightly on the white powder that escaped the mouth of the paper bag.

“Of course,” you replied cheerily. You were happy to help in any way possible, and began grating the closest lemon against the metal tool, shaving off small pieces of its dimpled yellow skin.

Yes, you were happy to help in any way possible, as you had told yourself before. But Felix had taken on every part of the baking, only letting you do the simple tasks. You zested lemons, opened up bags of chocolate chips, and washed the dirty dishes. You wilted a little more with every mundane task Felix gave to you, but complied, not wanting to make a scene. After all, you were the one that had insisted on helping, and you wanted to do so: help, not hinder.

Felix hummed quietly as he finished shaping the last few cookies for the first batch of chocolate chip cookies. He opened the oven and slid in the tray, dusting off his hands and sighing happily as he began kneading the dough for the sugar cookies. “Hey, (Y/N)? Open up that container of sprinkles for me?”

You huffed slightly as you set a large mixing bowl on the drying rack. “Whatever you say, Chef,” you muttered, rolling your eyes slightly.

“What’s with the attitude?” Felix asked, furrowing his brow in confusion and slight annoyance. “I can just do it myself, never mind.”

He reached for the plastic container of Christmas-themed sprinkles, but you snatched it up first, unwrapping the plastic seal. “I’m capable of it myself, Felix,” you snapped, tossing the opened container of sprinkles a little harder than you intended. Felix fumbled and failed to catch it, and it hit the floor, sending red, white, and green sprinkles skating across the hardwood floor. Felix froze for a moment, and then glared at you as he got on his hands and knees, swiping up the mess.

“What the hell was that for?” he asked, the annoyance in his voice no longer subtle.

“It’s not my fault you didn’t catch it,” you snarked, crossing your arms and turning away, pettily refusing to help him clean up the sprinkles.

Felix huffed and ran a flour-dusted hand through his hair, casting another glare your way. “No need to be a bitch about it,” he muttered to himself.

“You’re the one being bitchy,” you mocked.

“What did I even do?” Felix dumped the sprinkles in the trash, walking up to you and staring at you, eyes cold. “Tell me what I did that was ‘bitchy’.”

“You’re not letting me help you!” you complained, throwing your arms up in the air. “You’re just making me clean up your mess! I wanted to help you make these damn cookies because I knew it’d be hard for you to do it on your own! But you’re not letting me do anything!”

Felix sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose with his thumb and pointer finger. “(Y/N), what you’re doing is helping me. I want to do the baking on my own because I can handle it. You didn’t need to assume that I needed help at all. Because I can do it all on my own.”

“Fine, then do it on your own,” you seethed, throwing down the dish towel you had clenched in your fist.

“Where are you going?” Felix asked, following you.

“I’m going home,” you said, grabbing your coat, “since you don’t need me.”

“You know that isn’t what I meant,” Felix sighed, running a hand through his hair again, “but fine, go. I won’t stop you.”

“Of course you won’t,” you grumbled, “you don’t care at all.”

Felix marched up to you, eyes ablaze. “What the fuck are you even talking about now? You’re that damn selfish that you can’t let me bake cookies by myself? None of this is a big deal at all, and you’re being a bitch about it!”

“You’re the one being a bitch,” you yelled back, “I’m just trying to be a good partner and help you out, but no, you have to overwork yourself with everything you do because you’re that much of a damn people pleaser.”

Felix opened his mouth to yell back another insult, but froze when a loud beeping began echoing through the apartment. “Fuck, the cookies,” he said, and immediately ran back to the kitchen. You followed, still clad in your heavy winter coat and one boot on your foot. Felix cursed loudly as he fanned smoke away from his face. He rushed over to the oven and slipped on the oven mitts, pulling out the tray of cookies, which were completely black. He wrinkled his nose at the smell and threw the tray down on the counter, looking completely dejected. You fanned the air as you opened up the windows, letting cold, fresh air into the room, shutting off the smoke detector. You hobbled over to Felix, your steps uneven from your one-boot situation. He had sat down on the floor, knees bunched up to his chest, hands clasped tightly as his heart-shaped lips began to tremble. “I’m sorry,” he said quietly, before a fat tear leaked out of his eye. He quickly wiped it away with his sleeve, but it only caused more tears to leak out, and he sniffled, turning away from you.

“No, I’m sorry,” you sighed, pulling him into a tight hug. He trembled in your grasp, and he felt so small, so defeated. “I shouldn’t have assumed you needed help. And I shouldn’t have caused a scene. This is all my fault.”

Felix sniffled, pulling you in closer. “Yeah, it is your fault,” he said, voice muffled. You chuckled a little, petting his hair gently.

“I’m really sorry,” you said again, feeling guilty.

Felix resurfaced, his eyes red. “You weren’t completely wrong,” he said timidly, as if it were the first time he admitted to a fault. “I am a people pleaser.”

“Sometimes,” you admitted, “but it isn’t always a bad thing.”

“In this case it is,” he muttered, standing up and staring at the burnt chunks of cookie dough on the baking tray.

“If you want,” you said hesitantly, “I’ll help you finish baking.”

Felix paused for a moment, and for a moment you thought he might kick you out. But he turned to look at you, a weak smile on his adorable freckled face. “I’d really like that, (Y/N).”

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whump-a-la-mode · 3 years

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may i gently request perhabs a continuation to the one with the hero waking up in the hospital with the villain after they fought in a burning building? by no need do u have to ive just been thinking abt it a great deal and very much loved it

Thank you so much for the ask blue fren! I loved that series so so much, and I’m glad to continue it. I hope you like this! I got another request for this one, too.

Thank you too, anon! 🥺🥺🥺

Continued from here. All fluff, this time!

CW//Hospital setting, pill mention, therapy mention

“So, how has your day been?”

The question caught Villain off guard. Of course, it had been spoken in the same tone, the same cadence as the rest of Hero’s ramblings. But, they’d gotten so used to the melodic droning of their words, they’d almost forgotten that this was supposed to be a two-sided conversation.

For a long moment, Villain simply sat. Blinking, as though startled by the sudden flash of a bright light. The visitation room fell into silence, all aside from the ticking of a brightly-painted coo-coo clock upon one wall. It would not be long before it struck its next hour mark.

“My day?” They stammered out.

“Yeah, your day!” Hero replied warmly. Villain couldn’t remember the last time they’d seen the do-gooder without a bright smile on their face. It never did seem to drop. “Come on, I’ve been babbling on about mine for ages. How have you been?”

They should have known how to answer that. Of course they should’ve. After all, it was the same question that Hero had been asking, as though by rote, every day since Villain had been brought into custody. Into recovery.

Yet, still, every time, it startled them. Hero, their foe, their nemesis, their greatest enemy. Hero was asking them how their day was. Beforehand, they would’ve scoffed. Given some witty one-liner, something about how it was good until Hero had shown their ugly mug. But, now, they felt no ounce of hostility.

“It was good.” They eventually spoke.

It hadn’t been a lie, of course. The carpeted hallways, wood-paneled walls, and kindly doctors of the Supervillain Memorial Villainous Recovery Center had treated them well, just as they always did.

Too had the visiting room, with its soft-colored table and comfy chairs, not to mention the wide windows that allowed the slightest warm breeze to catch the room aflutter.

“Good.” Hero repeated with a confirming nod. “Did you sleep well?”

“Mhm.”

“Food good?”

“Yeah.”

“What was for lunch today?”

“Spaghetti and meatballs.”

“Mmm, one of my favorites. The chefs here are great.”

“Yeah.”

For the first time in what felt like ages, Villain watched Hero frown. It wasn’t an expression of disappointment, nor or frustration. Just a sad, little frown.

“Do you know how long you’ve been here at the Recovery Center for, now?”

Villain tried to think on that. The days tended to get all mixed up in their head. They didn’t have time to come up with their own answer, as Hero supplied it for them:

“It’s been two weeks, now, since you were brought in. That’s a long time.”

“Two weeks?” Had it really been that long?

“Yeah. Two weeks.” Hero’s tone was quieter, now. Softer. More parental than friendly. “Just over two weeks ago, I was chasing you through a burning building. We both almost got killed in there. Now, look at you!

You look so much better. You’re clean, you’ve got fresh clothes on, and you aren’t so much of a skeleton anymore. You look great, but you still seem so sad all the time. Is something wrong?”

Villain... Villain didn’t know.

They didn’t think they were sad all the time. Far from it, in fact. The first of their two weeks at the RC, the Recovery Center, had been spent in medical isolation, spending their days reading books, taking pills, and sleeping away the ache in their lungs. It was at the end of that first week that they’d been given a physical, and been cleared to enter the general population at the center.

Even then, though, like always, Villain had been given a choice. The doctors at the facility never forced them into anything they didn’t want. They were given the option of staying isolated, or, they could join the rest of the recovering villains.

They had decided upon the latter, albeit hesitantly. To be quite honest, they had expected a prison. Expected to be picked on, beaten, thrown around. But, the RC was nothing like that. If anything, it felt more like a hotel. They had their own room, there was a cafeteria serving three meals a day, along with snacks. Some of their old villainous buddies had been shy, at first, but they’d opened up quickly, and cracked some old inside jokes.

Yes, Villain was happy. They were eating well, recovering. Their therapist said that they were doing fantastically, that their mental health was on the up-and-up. Their days were spent comfortably, eating, chatting with friends, and catching up on some nighttime reading before settling into bed.

They were happy.

Yet, they couldn’t help but stare at Hero blankly, as though they were staring right through the do-gooder’s skull.

“No.” They shook their head, at long last. “Everything’s fine. I love it here.”

Hero’s frown deepened as their eyebrows furrowed.

“Is it me, then? I won’t take offense if it is. I understand completely.”

Villain didn’t know the answer to that one, either. Did they dislike Hero? Certainly not. They had made a point of visiting, every single day. And, every day, they would tell their stories, make jokes, ask Villain about how their day had been, how they were finding the place.

So, why was it that they could only stare on like this?

No. They knew the answer to that one. It was the guilt.

Hero had risked their life. Chased them all the way into a burning building, suffered just as much smoke inhalation as their foe. All because Villain had been distrustful. All because they’d been stupid and stubborn. They’d nearly gotten two people killed, all because of that.

And, still, Hero came to visit.

“I never said sorry.” Villain spoke softly. They knew that, if they spoke any louder, their voice would break out into shattered sobs.

“Sorry?” Hero sounded perplexed, before letting out a nervous little laugh. “Sorry for what?”

“For-” Didn’t they know? “For leading you into a burning building? For almost getting you killed?”

Hero quirked a brow. “Oh. I almost forgot about that.”

“You... You forgot?”

“Not forgot, no. I remember it. I just haven’t thought about it in a while.”

“But, but- But you almost died! I was running, and you chased me into the fire! You could’ve been killed!”

Hero shrugged.

“It happens.”

“It... It happens?”

The hero stopped for a moment, before speaking, slowly:

“Have you been nervous around me this whole time because you thought I was... Upset with you?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Well...” They still seemed utterly perplexed. “I’m not. At all.”

“You’re not? But-”

“I would chase you into that burning building a thousand times over if it meant saving your life.” Hero countered. “I could’ve been killed. But, if I hadn’t intervened, you would’ve been killed. It was worth the risk. And, look! It turned out. We’re both here. And we’re both fine.”

Villain’s eyes widened as the fact dawned on them.

“So, you aren’t mad at me?”

“Not even a little.” Hero sat up in their chair-- they did tend to slouch. “But, I think visiting hours are just about over. What do you have, after this?”

“Group therapy.”

“Sounds fun.” It was spoken with a genuine, lighthearted chuckle. “Here. Share these around.”

Hero shoved a hand in their pocket, taking out a handful of brightly-colored, cherry hard candies. They were pushed across the table.

Villain frowned once more, taking the candies in their palm. Every day, Hero visited, and every day, they brought sweets. Cookies and candies and brownies and fudge. And, every day, they threw them away. They didn’t deserve sweets, not after what they’d done.

“Don’t throw these away this time.” Hero spoke jokingly.

Villain’s gaze shot up.

“You- You know about that?”

“I caught on after the doctors started complaining about perfectly good cookies in the trash. I get it, though. I do.” Hero stood, stretching their arms above their head, causing their shoulders to crack and pop. “But you don’t have to do that, anymore.

You aren’t guilty of anything, Villain. The only judge convicting you is yourself.”

As Hero left the room, Villain looked down at the cherry candies in their hand. Usually, now would be the part where they tossed them, but...

Instead, they popped one in their mouth.

It tasted like forgiveness.

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invisibleanonymousmonsters · 3 years

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Absentee

Character: Jason Todd x Fem!Reader

Summary: When Y/N fell in love with Jason Todd, she didn’t realize the normalcy she lost would become such a problem in their relationship. And she didn’t know how much pain it would cause to hide her boyfriend’s secrets.

Word Count: 4,600 – One Shot

A/N: This is probably a really personal story. And you all might hate it or not relate to it. But oh well...

Y/N had her music playing in her headphones just quietly enough so she could hear them announce when her plane was boarding.

Between corporate holidays and what was left of her vacation days for the year, she was able to go home for a week and a half.

Only, she was hoping that this year she wouldn’t be going home alone.

But when Jason got sucked into a case two weeks before their flight back to her hometown, she knew there was no way he’d be accompanying her.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N. I just–“ Jason had tried to tell her when she realized they weren’t going to be spending the holidays together.

“You don’t have to apologize. There are more important things right now than meeting my crazy family,” Y/N laughed lightly. “But they’ll be bummed.”

Jason still looked so down guiltily. He knew that Y/N had been downplaying how excited she was for her family to meet him.

Yeah, Y/N was upset, but her family was even more upset. Being in a different part of the country and them never putting in the effort to visit her, they had yet to meet Jason. Even when the two of them had been dating for 10 months.

Y/N had met all of Jason’s brothers, along with Bruce and Alfred. It had all been against his will, his family strategically running into them or invading his apartment when they knew Y/N would be there. Jason acted annoyed by it, but Y/N knew he was happy for her to meet them and without him having to act like he cared.

But Jason had only ever waved on FaceTime to her family or sometimes answered calls from them when Y/N left her phone next to him and went to another room.

It wasn’t like Y/N needed her family’s approval. She knew what she wanted and what was best for her. Their opinions didn’t hold as much weight with her as they thought.

But Y/N also had never introduced her family to a boyfriend before. Things either fizzled out before then or the relationship was so casual that the thought of even mentioning a boy-toy’s name in passing to her family made her want to jump out a window.

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“So Jason couldn’t get out of work last minute?” Y/N’s older sister, Kate, asked as they drove to her house after picking her up from arrivals.

And so it began.

“No,” Y/N answered. “His boss is sort of an asshole. He’s a workaholic and can’t fathom why anyone else would ever be anything different.”

The truth was that Jason didn’t really have a job. When it came to income, Jason was resourceful. He was still a hitman for hire. But once the killing part of that job stopped – which was long before Y/N ever met him – it didn’t rake in as much money. Most of his money was either stolen from criminals or he would work odd jobs here and there.

However, the lie Jason and Y/N had agreed on was that he was a mechanic. And Jason did know absolutely everything there was to know about cars and motorcycles. He’d even promised Y/N that if she ever decided she wanted him to drop the vigilante life, he would do just that and start his own mechanic shop. But Y/N knew better than to ever ask that of him.

“Cars don’t stop breaking – even around the holidays,” Y/N joked darkly.

“Mhmm,” her sister answered.

Y/N already knew what her family thought of her boyfriend’s “job”: it wasn’t good enough for them.

The only reason they let it slide was because they knew Bruce Wayne was his adoptive father. Therefore they interpreted Jason’s ‘lack of ambition’ as his personal rebellion against his privilege and upbringing.

“Mom said he sent flowers and a bottle of wine to the house today and apologized for not being able to make it,” Kate added.

Y/N quickly looked at her in surprise.

“So I’m guessing from your reaction that it wasn’t your idea,” Kate teased.

“No,” Y/N shook her head. “He didn’t even tell me he did that.”

That was a Bruce Wayne move for sure. It didn’t matter that Jason had a rocky relationship with him, the Wayne charm and manners were deceivingly contagious.

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Later that night, when everyone was in bed and Y/N decided to finally unpack. And she was surprised to find two of Jason’s t-shirts hidden in her bag. They were her favorites of his, always stealing them. Mostly she wore them to lounge around the apartment or to wear to bed. But her favoritism was in no way hidden.

Jason must’ve snuck them in her bag while she wasn’t looking.

Y/N smiled as she grabbed one of the shirts and raised it to her nose. It still smelled like him.

It was enough to make her feel guilty for not having called him yet. She’d texted him that she landed, but other than that, she’d been pretty silent.

She grabbed her cell and dialed.

“Hey, you.”

He always answered her calls as if they made his day, even if she’d called him multiple times that day already. His reaction to her calls never failed to make Y/N smile.

“I didn’t really expect you to pick up,” Y/N admitted.

“Always got time for you,” he answered lightly.

But then she heard background noise: wind blowing, distant sirens, people shouting at each other nearby.

Jason was on patrol. Or maybe he was doing some recon.

But Y/N knew not to ask.

“I see some of your clothes made the trip,” Y/N commented through a smile. Jason could hear the smile in her voice. “Those t-shirts have a mind of their own…”

“And my mom thought the flowers and card were sweet,” she added.

“I might not have met her yet, but I know that’s not gonna be enough to win her over,” Jason answered darkly.

Y/N didn’t say anything, because they both knew he was right.

“Flight was fine?” Jason asked, changing the subject.

“Mhmm.”

“I miss you.”

Y/N shook her head and laughed. “No, you don’t. I’ve been gone for like 12 hours.”

“Doesn’t matter.”

She rolled her eyes. “Always the romantic.”

More sirens could be heard. They sounded closer this time. “Are you being careful?” All playfulness had disappeared from her voice.

“Of course.”

Y/N sighed. “Jason, I’m serious. Please, be safe.”

“I know. I know. Don’t worry about me.”

“You know that’s not gonna happen, J.”

He ignored her comment. “I love you.”

“Love you, too.”

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To say Y/N’s time at home was rough…was an understatement.

If Y/N wasn’t being asked a million questions about Jason, she was being interrogated for why he wasn’t there. And if Jason wasn’t the subject of the conversation, people acted like she was single – some even talking about setting her up.

Y/N realized she preferred the former.

Every year, her family threw a giant party.

And for the past five years, Y/N had always been the only one that was single. All of her siblings, all of her cousins, all of their family friends, all of their neighbors…every single one of them had a significant other during those years.

Everyone...except her. Now, this year, all of them had kids or were expecting.

It was exhausting.

Sometimes Y/N felt like they were all robots programmed to do the exact same things at the exact same time – no original thought to be had.

Y/N would be lying if she didn’t spend most of the party wishing Jason was at her side. He would make fun of awkward situations with her. And he would stick up for her when her family teased her a little too much.

The other thing Y/N wasn’t prepared for was unintentionally studying her family’s boyfriends or husbands. She felt like she was watching everyone’s relationships through a different lens now that she herself had her own. And to put it as kindly as possible…she was not impressed.

Y/N noticed how none of the men offered to help in the kitchen, instead deciding to sit on the couch and watch football and scream at the television. Or how when her cousin handed her son to her husband, and he acted like he didn’t even know how to hold the one year old. And later, when his diaper needed to be changed, he handed him back to his wife as if he had no idea how to do it himself.

Yet her family was stuck on Jason not being able to visit or that he was a mechanic.

What did someone’s job matter if they treated her like she was their world and he the best thing to ever happen to her?

If Jason were here, he would be in the kitchen cooking. And if they had a kid, it would be a 50/50 job – not a burden only Y/N had to bare. He would try to get to know everyone because he would want to know the people who raised the woman he loved. He’d make sure to check in on Y/N every once in awhile, making sure she didn’t need anything.

Thinking about it all made Y/N miss Jason even more.

Needing to get some air, she decided to go outside and let the winter chill refresh her. It had been getting too hot in the house.

Y/N pulled her phone out of her back pocket and tapped Jason’s name.

“Hey, you.”

“Hi,” she sighed.

Just hearing his voice made her feel a bit better and tension left her body.

“What’s wrong?” Jason quickly asked.

“Nothing. Just…wanted to check in.”

For a second, she was going to explain that she had the sudden realization that all the men connected to her family were trash. And witnessing it was making her miss him more. But she didn’t really want to waste her breath and she figured she’d just come off dramatic more than sincere.

“Are you at your apartment?” She asked quickly.

“Yeah, I’m gonna leave for patrol in a bit…”

Then Y/N’s mind suddenly thought, ‘Fuck it.’

“Jason?”

“Yeah, kid?”

“If you were here…” She began softly.

“Mhmm,” he encouraged.

“What would you be doing?”

Jason was a bit confused by the question for a second. But he slowly got what she was asking.

“Well,” he took in a shallow breath. “I would’ve stolen Alfred’s famous chocolate chip cookie recipe and whipped up those bad boys to bring over. And I’d pretend to care about football with your dad.”

That made Y/N laugh.

“I’d help your mom in the kitchen, even when she pretended not to want it.”

“Really laying it on thick, huh?”

But Y/N knew he was right. Jason was the cook between the two of them – and a good one, too. He also was a helper. He couldn’t sit back and watch someone do something while he did nothing. No matter how big or small.

“Shhh,” Jason reprimanded and then continued. “But most importantly, I’d try to get as many embarrassing stories about you as I possibly could.”

“Well, thank goodness you’re not here then,” she teased with a roll of her eyes.

Jason was quiet a second before he asked, “Wanna tell me what’s wrong now?”

“Nothing’s wrong. Just miss you.”

“I miss you, too.”

“All my family’s boyfriends and husbands are losers. And I guess I’m just now realizing it.”

“Ahh,” Jason noted.

Now he really knew why she’d asked her question.

“It’s snowing here,” he told her as he looked out the window. “It’s almost making Gotham look pretty.”

“Are you going to the manor for Christmas?”

“Probably not,” Jason answered.

“Jason,” she grumbled. “What are you going to do instead? Sit in your apartment alone?”

“I’m gonna patrol. Crime doesn’t take holidays, Y/N.”

“Cheesy,” she pointed out. “Please be with your family, Jason. I don’t want you to be alone. OK?”

“I’ll think about it.”

Y/N knew that was as good as it was going to get.

Then she felt something on her cheek and she looked up. “Hey, it just started snowing here, too…” She told him with her head tilted back.

“I love you,” he sighed.

“I love you, too. Be careful tonight, Jason.”

Y/N gave herself a few more moments outside before returning to the party.

When she walked back inside, she immediately heard her name. But no one was calling to her.

She was being talked about.

She recognized her mom and sister’s voices, and then a couple of her aunts. They were talking around the corner, completely unaware that Y/N was in hearing distance.

So Y/N couldn’t help but linger.

“She says he works a lot. Every time I facetime her, he’s never there,” her sister Kate told the women. “I wouldn’t even really know what he looked like if it weren’t for her photos that she’s sent me. He doesn’t have any social media.”

“I just can’t believe he couldn’t get work off. Around the holidays?” Her mom added in utter disbelief. “Sounds like it won’t be surprising when she finds out he’s been unfaithful,” one her aunts commented.

The group hummed in agreement, but also disappointment.

“He doesn’t even live in Metropolis. He lives in Gotham,” her mother supplied, only further backing the idea that Jason wasn’t committed. “God knows why. But I hate that Y/N is constantly going there. No good news comes from that city.”

Y/N clenched her teeth in anger.

If only they knew the truth about Jason.

He was a hero and risked his life every night for an entire city – a city that had done nothing but hurt him. And he was 20 times the man than any of the men in their family.

She just wanted to scream at them for being so judgmental about a person they’d never even met.

But she couldn’t.

So Y/N stormed up to her childhood bedroom and decided she had enough of the party.

She shouldn’t have come home for the holidays. She would’ve rather waited for Jason to get back from his Red Hood work than listen to her family misjudge the first man she ever truly loved and wanted to share with them.

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Y/N was so tired when she got off the plane.

She felt like a zombie as she walked to baggage claim to grab her duffle.

What she wasn’t expecting was to find her boyfriend waiting for her in arrivals.

Y/N had told him she would just get a car.

But Jason seemed to have other ideas.

Y/N’s entire face brightened at the sight of him.

She practically ran to him and jumped into his arms.

Jason chuckled at her enthusiasm.

“What are you doing here?” She asked, her words muffled by his body.

“I thought I’d surprise you,” Jason said through a smile before he kissed her head.

Y/N didn’t respond, just held him tightly.

“Come on. Let’s get your bag and head home,” he finally told her.

—

“So, how was it?” Jason asked once they got into his car. Y/N shrugged, “It was fine.”

Her lack of details and curt response was enough warning for Jason to realize things were not totally fine between them.

He didn’t bother asking for more details during the car ride home. Instead, he answered all her questions about what he had been up to, how the case was going, if his family was alright.

Once they got back to Y/N’s apartment in Metropolis, the grace period seemed to be over.

Y/N had grown quiet as she moved around her apartment, unpacking and putting all her things away.

Jason walked into her bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed as she folded clean clothes. “This might be a shot in the dark. But I can’t help but feel that you’re not happy with me,” he finally pointed out.

She didn’t answer or look at him, just kept folding.

“Did something happen while you were at home?” Jason pushed.

She still didn’t answer. So Jason reached for her hands, holding them gently.

“Hey, talk to me. What’s going on?”

“I just didn’t expect how hard it was going to be…” she finally whispered with a bowed head.

“What would be?”

“Just going home without you,” she explained.

“Did something happening?”

“I mean, kinda? Not really. They just…” she hesitated. Did she really want to confess all of this to him? She knew it would only hurt him. "They think you’re a bad boyfriend.”

Jason just nodded slowly.

He should’ve seen this coming. Of course her family didn’t think he was good enough. How could they think anything different?

“I’m just…fucking frustrated,” Y/n groaned. “I knew what I was getting into when you told me about your other life and who you really were. I was willing to keep your secret and protect it. I just never thought about how hard it would be keeping it from my family.”

She shook her head. “They think you’re not committed or something. And that…that you’re probably cheating on me.”

The idea of him ever doing that her made Jason sick to his stomach.

“I’m sorry,” Jason mumbled.

“What?” Y/N gasped. “You haven’t done anything wrong.”

“But I have,” he argued. “I put you in this position.”

“No, I did. I did when I fell in love with you,” she clarified.

“But I don’t want you lying to the people you love.”

“I’m not telling you this because I’m mad at you or blame you, Jason. I’m trying to tell you why I’m frustrated.”

She rubbed her face. “I just want them to know what an amazing person you are...and how brave and selfless. How you take care of me and love me and…and protect me.” Her eyes began to water. “They’re never gonna know the real you…even when they do meet you. And I fucking hate it.”

“So what if you told them?” Jason offered.

Her eyes widened at that. “Jason…”

“I’m serious. What if you told them?”

She thought about it. But she already knew the answer.

“It wouldn’t do any good. If I told them, then they’d be worried about me. Worried that your other life was putting me in danger. Worried that I would get pulled into it.”

Jason knew she was right.

Her family probably preferred an absentee boyfriend over a vigilante.

“But I see how the shitty men that have joined my family are. And you’re nothing like them. You’re so much better. And they’ll never even know.”

“Come here,” Jason muttered before he pulled her to him.

He let her body sink into his as he held her.

“I’ll do anything you want,” he whispered as he rubbed her back. “I just want you to be happy.”

“I always wondered what it would be like to finally been in a relationship – to just have someone on my team no matter what. I went to all those family gatherings thinking I’d never have it. And once I did, once I found you…” Her thoughts died out. “I just never expected it to be this way.”

“Do you regret it?” Jason asked as he pulled away to look in her eyes.

Her brow furrowed. “Regret what?”

“Being with me. Falling in love with me.”

Her heart broke at the question. “Oh, Jason. Of course not. Never.”

“What if I stopped?” He asked.

“No. I would never ask that of you,” she quickly shot down.

“I’d do it for you,” he tried to argue.

“I know you would. But I’m not asking. Because I know what it would do to you. Every time you’d see something in the news, you’d hate yourself. Because you would convince yourself that you could’ve stopped it. And maybe you would be right.” She took in a deep breath. “Red Hood isn’t just something you do. He’s a part of you. And even though I worry about you constantly, I’m never gonna tell you to stop.”

Jason took his time in reading her face.

“OK?” She pushed.

He nodded.

Then he embraced her once again.

“I’m sorry you have to keep my secrets,” he breathed into her hair.

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Y/N walked into Jason’s apartment.

It was a Friday night and they agreed to have her come to his place this weekend.

Jason was always weary of her coming to Gotham, preferring her to stay in the safety of Metropolis.

He knew they couldn’t do the distance forever, and eventually they’d move into together. But he wasn’t ready to leave Gotham yet. And he didn’t want Y/N to lowering herself to such a city.

“J!” Y/N called when she walked in.

He had given her keys to his apartment quite early in their relationship, and told her she was welcome at his place any time. However, he wasn’t a fan of her getting there after dark. Gotham was Gotham, and he didn’t like her wandering around the city by herself just in order to give him a surprise visit.

An envelope on Jason’s kitchen counter caught her attention.

She nosily looked at it and saw that they were plane tickets to her hometown with both of their names on each of them.

She heard Jason walk up behind her. “What’s this?”

“A surprise,” he shrugged.

“What do you mean?�� She laughed.

“We’re gonna visit your family,” he explained casually. “I called your mom and sister to find a weekend that worked.”

Y/N was shocked to silence.

“I know I fucked up when I couldn’t go with you during the holidays. I know this isn’t gonna solve everything. But I figured…it’s start.” Before he could say more, Y/N threw her arms around him.

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Jason Todd knew how to throw on the charm. And no matter how thick he laid it on, it always felt sincere.

Y/N smiled as she watched her boyfriend interacting with her family.

He knew so much about each of them already, that he knew exactly what to talk about with every one of them.

For their long-weekend visit, they had decided to stay with her sister.

Jason knew she would be the hardest to win over and was the most protective over Y/N. He made it his personal mission to befriend her and show her how much he loved her little sister.

Y/N never said so, but Jason knew how important it was to her that Kate approved of him.

However, Jason hadn’t been able to have a conversation alone with her all weekend.

Until their last morning there.

Y/N was still sleeping when Jason had made his way to the kitchen.

He figured he could make Kate and her husband breakfast after housing them for a long weekend. And he made sure to start a pot of coffee while he was at it.

Halfway through making his specialty waffles, Kate walked into the kitchen rubbing her eyes.

“Oh, hi,” she greeted, clearly surprised to find Jason cooking in her kitchen.

“Morning,” Jason greeted.

“This is a surprise,” she said as she looked around the kitchen.

“There’s coffee if you want some.”

“T-Thanks…” she managed to mutter. “Do you need some help?”

“Nope. I got it. You just relax.”

Kate seemed to be unsure of how to behave when she was alone with her little sister’s boyfriend, and eventually sat on the kitchen stool with her coffee.

“Do you cook a lot?” She finally broke the silence with her question.

“I enjoy it,” he answered with a shrug. “I figured it’s the least I can do for you guys putting us up.”

“That’s very sweet of you, Jason.”

He continued cooking.

Kate figured this was her opportunity to get to know Jason – and not just through Y/N’s eyes. So, she started asking him question after question, and he seemed happy to answer them. Kate was surprised to find out about Jason’s traumatic childhood, making him realize that Y/N must’ve only shared his relation to Bruce Wayne and nothing more about his life before becoming an adopted Wayne.

Jason wasn’t surprised Y/N kept that part of his life to herself. She was protective of him that way. She always felt like his past was his story to tell, not hers.

“I know missing the holidays didn’t leave the best impression,” Jason told her after they’d been talking for awhile.

“You really mean a lot to Y/N. And your opinion matters more to her than you might think,” he added as he crossed his arms.

Kate seemed a little taken aback by how unafraid he was of confrontation.

He seemed more mature for his age – maybe for hers, even.

“I know I’m not going to win any of you over from just a single trip,” Jason continued. “But I’m going to work my ass off to make sure I get there.”

Kate smiled at that.

“I love her,” he told her quietly, but with determination. “She’s…Well, she’s the best thing to ever happen to me.”

Then he smirked. “And I’m not dumb enough to do anything to fuck things up with her.”

He took in a shallow breath. “I just…I just needed you to know that.”

Kate’s heart swelled from hearing her little sister’s boyfriend confessing his love for Y/N.

“Thank you for telling me that,” she whispered, trying to stop herself from crying. “I worry about her. And I hate that she’s so far away sometimes. I miss her.”

“She misses you, too,” Jason assured her.

“Thank you for taking care of her. I’m suddenly realizing you’re the only reason she’s eating anything that’s not out of a takeout container.”

Jason laughed. “I plead the fifth.”

Before any more could be said, Y/N walked into the kitchen as if she was sleep walking.

“Well, look who it is…” Jason teased.

Y/N walked to him silently, clearly wanting cuddles.

Jason chuckled at her, but gave her what she wanted. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed the top of her head. He had kept the PDA at an absolute minimum while he had been around Y/N’s family. But he couldn’t help it when Y/N was her sleepy and adorable self.

“You sleep OK?” He tried to whisper to her.

But Kate still heard it and pretended to look down at her phone.

Y/N nodded into his neck, making him chuckle at her more.

This was new for Kate, seeing her sister being loved and loving someone. Her instinct was to say it made her uncomfortable. But it was just something she wasn’t used to.

Soon Kate’s husband woke up and they all ate breakfast together.

And a few hours later, Y/N and Jason were packed and their was a Lyft was waiting outside to take them to the airport.

Jason hugged Kate and her husband and thanked them for hosting them. Then he grabbed Y/N’s bags and gave her a moment alone with her sister as he took their stuff to the car.

“I think I owe the two of you an apology…” Kate told her little sister.

“You do?”

“I think I judged him a bit too much before really giving him a chance.”

Y/N winced, but nodded. “Yeah, you did, actually.”

“He really loves you.”

Y/N smiled. “He does.”

“I just want you to be happy, you know that right?”

“I know. But sometimes you think that what makes you happy is what would make me happy. Our lives are different. And we want different things. Just because my relationship looks different than yours doesn’t mean it’s worse in some way.”

Kate nodded sadly, knowing her sister was right. “I get that now.”

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A/N: I was inspired to write this when I thought about how my own family would react to me having a boyfriend like Jason Todd: a man who was secretly a vigilante and had a past too hard for anyone to ever imagine. Hopefully, other people can relate to this and it wasn’t too personal. 😬

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Permafrost: Chapter 1

Summary: After Virgil agrees to follow Roman into the Imagination, a shift in the weather and an unfortunate misstep sends Virgil plummeting into uncharted waters. If only it didn't take a matter of life or death and a race against time to realize the Prince might not hate him after all.

TW: Drowning, progressing hypothermia, effects of severe cold

Notes: Romantic Prinxiety (pre relationship, they’re pining idiots) Right now I think this will only be a couple chapters, but let me know if I should make a taglist for this story!

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

“This is stupid,” Virgil said for the third time in the last ten minutes. “We’re gonna freeze to death.”

It was very clearly pissing Roman off, and if he wasn’t so miserable he’d be grinning like an idiot at the Prince’s clear exasperation. “We’re not going to freeze. Don’t be dramatic, Negative Nancy, that’s my thing.”

Virgil scoffed, glancing up at the expanse of snow covered trees towering overhead, branches bare and twisted, coated in sparkling white. It felt endless, everything around them perfectly identical and a little overwhelming.

He shuddered as the wind picked up again, drowning out anything he might have been about to say, and he absently shook off snow sticking to his shoes, really wishing he’d decided to wear his combat boots today.

Then again, he hadn’t expected to be trapped in the Imagination in below freezing weather.

“Let me complain, Princey,” he said, hoping that their familiar banter could make this whole thing suck a little bit less. “You’re the one that trapped me in here.”

“You’re the one that agreed to follow me,” Roman shot back, a little more sharp than Virgil had been hoping for. “You didn’t have to.”

“You invited me. And someone has to make sure you don’t get killed in here.”

“I’m perfectly capable,” Roman said. “The cold is no match for a dashing Prince! Besides, the beast is dead, my realm is perfectly safe when I need it to be- if it weren’t for someone refusing to enjoy the scenery, this might actually be a nice walk.”

“It’s freezing and we have to walk for another hour,” Virgil argued. “How the hell am I supposed to enjoy this?”

It hadn’t been snowing when they’d first stepped into the Imagination, some two hours ago now. It had been warm and sunny, the world around them lush and green, bright and inviting as Virgil followed Roman on his apparently routine adventure.

He hoped it hadn’t been obvious how excited he’d been when Roman had asked him to come along. He and the Prince had never been close, (that was putting it lightly, Virgil was all too aware of how much Roman hated Anxiety) but ever since Virgil had revealed his name things had been...better.

Not great, nowhere near perfect, but better. Their fights had started to devolve into banter, and Virgil found he actually enjoyed talking to Roman now. He wasn’t reduced to a villain anymore, and he’d never actually realized just how much he hated the tight feeling in his chest when Thomas had always dismissed him as the bad guy. He’d been pushing the hurt down for so long and now…

Now wasn’t the time to think about it. Now was the time to focus on moving forward, as shaky as the progress was sometimes. It was still progress.

Virgil knew Roman didn’t like him, and he probably had no intention of even being real friends, any effort to be polite for Patton and Logan’s sake only.

Which Virgil might have been able to live with, if he hadn’t recently figured out that he really, really liked Roman.

He’d sort of...not actually hated the Prince for a while now, just another hopeless, gnawing feeling that drove him to consider ducking out in the first place.

The feelings had come out of nowhere, slowly sneaking up on him and only growing now that they were closer, and he still wasn’t entirely sure how to feel about it.

The things Roman did that Virgil had once thought were annoying became...begrudgingly endearing. His rants, his dramatic gestures, the constant singing and humming under his breath...it was all so stupidly charming. Roman was funny and kind and passionate and brave and...and Virgil might have developed a little bit of a crush.

Dammit.

He knew nothing would come from it. He could be pretty stupid, but he wasn’t stupid enough to think otherwise. Roman had declared him an enemy since day one, and Virgil was just beginning to hope the Prince might actually tolerate him enough to call him a friend. Just a friend.

But Roman had invited him into the Imagination today, to be an extra set of eyes while he slayed the monster patrolling the realm, and Virgil had agreed without a second thought. If he and Roman could just learn to coexist...Virgil didn’t need anything else. Anything was better than being hated.

And having Roman as a friend was far from the worst thing in the world. It still gave him the Prince’s smiles, his laughs, and his company.

That being said, trudging through the snow and freezing his ass off for the next hour was not how he’d like to be spending the day. Why couldn’t Princey invite him to do something normal like watching a movie?

“Aren’t you supposed to be Creativity?” Virgil called over the wind picking up. God, it was cold. “Why can’t you just change the weather back?”

Roman had his back to him, keeping a few paces ahead, but Virgil could practically feel his eye roll. “I don’t control the weather here. Thomas does.”

“Thomas?”

“Not intentionally,” Roman said. “When it’s snowing like this, it probably means he’s worried or…or stressed about something.”

Virgil didn’t miss the slight hesitation, the way Roman glanced back at him, and he instinctively hunched his shoulders and pulled his hood tighter around himself.

It wasn’t his fault. He knew everyone liked to point fingers and place the blame on Anxiety whenever Thomas wasn’t feeling his best, but Virgil wasn’t here to hurt him. He just wanted to help, and he’d been trying so hard to be better lately, but he still managed to be the bad guy.

He opened his mouth to mutter an apology the Prince would probably only scoff at, but Roman beat him to it.

“Ignore that,” he said quickly, tone suddenly nowhere near his usual bravado. “I didn’t mean to imply...nevermind. Sorry.”

It was clearly forced and a little desperate, just like it had been in front of the others whenever Roman would catch himself on an insult or a nickname, but Virgil found he appreciated the effort all the same. As awkward as it was.

“It’s fine,” Virgil said. “Seriously, it’s whatever. I’ll...I can check on Thomas when we get back.”

Roman didn’t respond, but he did look over once again to flash Virgil a genuine smile, and he forcibly pushed down the butterflies rising up in his chest. It was just Roman. He was not about to get flustered because Roman had smiled at him.

But maybe it was a sign that they were getting somewhere. Maybe-

“Shit!”

Virgil froze, Roman’s curse almost drowned out by the sudden CRACK that echoed through the snowy forest. A chunk of ice broke under Roman’s boot, just big enough for him to stumble, his leg disappearing up to his knee.

“God dammit that’s freezing!”

“I thought the cold didn’t bother you,” Virgil teased before he could stop himself. He moved to help, only for Roman to hold out a warning hand. “You ok?”

“I’m fine.” The Prince wobbled a bit before he managed to pull his leg up and out of the ice, the soaked and dripping cloth clinging to his skin. “Except that my leg is going to fall off!”

Virgil couldn’t imagine how cold that must be, to feel icy cold wind against soaked clothes, but he could recognize that Roman wasn’t actually hurt or scared, despite the way he’d started shivering a bit. Thank god the water was only up to his knee.

“Stop panicking,” Virgil said, and smirked despite his own rising worry. “That’s my thing, Princey.”

Roman scoffed and shook out his leg, drops of water seeping into the plush white snow. The ice they hadn’t even realized they’d been walking on creaked under the movement and Virgil paled, eyes flying to Roman who quickly noticed the anxious side’s distress.

“Relax,” the Prince said. “It was just a weak spot, and it’s only a couple inches deep. I could reach the bottom.”

“We should still be worried about getting our clothes wet in this weather.” It seemed to have gotten colder, even as Virgil remained perfectly dry. “Didn’t Logan do a whole lecture about hypothermia a few years ago?”

“We’re not getting hypothermia, Panic at the Everywhere. Logan gives a lecture on everything. Worst case scenario is I come down with a little cold, and our dear Patton feels guilty and smothers me for a few days.”

Virgil laughed, carefully stepping around the hole Roman had created. “I’m pretty sure it’s not Patton’s fault you’re so clumsy.”

“No, but he practically forced me to bring you out here.” And just like that Virgil’s good mood was gone, stomach twisting uncomfortably as the words set in.

It shouldn’t be a surprise- of course Roman wouldn’t voluntarily spend the day with him. Patton wanted everyone to get along for Thomas’s sake, and he’d made Roman drag Virgil along like an unwanted nuisance.

“Oh.”

“So if we look miserable enough when we get back, we can coax Pat into making us cookies and hot chocolate,” Roman said, and he didn’t seem to notice Virgil’s shift in mood. “Just try to watch your step, ok?”

Roman clearly didn’t think he had said anything wrong, only scowling at his now soaking wet pant leg before turning to continue forward. He obviously thought Virgil knew this, that he wasn’t stupid enough to think he was actually wanted.

Well, at least Roman was giving him the benefit of the doubt. Even if Virgil apparently was that stupid.

They kept walking, Virgil ending up trailing a bit behind with slightly numb hands stuffed deep into his hoodie pockets. Roman managed to make it even farther ahead, humming some vaguely familiar tune as he watched the snowfall, and Virgil wondered if he should just let the Prince make the rest of the walk by himself, kind of wanting to just lay down and let the snow bury him.

The wind was picking up, and Virgil was clearly finding it more difficult to trek through the snow than Roman was. The Prince didn’t seem inclined to leave him behind though, slowing down and smiling patiently at the anxious side every few moments, letting him catch up on his own time.

He wondered why Roman didn’t just quicken his pace and leave him. It wasn’t like Virgil would go tell Patton just to get him in trouble. As much as it hurt knowing Roman wanted nothing to do with him, that someone had to make Roman spend time with him, it hurt worse to think that the Prince had just been faking it.

He’d thought...God, he’d actually thought they might be getting somewhere. That maybe, maybe Virgil’s feelings for the Prince weren’t as pointless as they’d once been.

The soft little smiles sent his way, the light touches on Virgil’s back or shoulder, the quiet jokes meant just for him, the way Roman’s eyes would linger for just a second…

He noticed it a second too late, caught up in his own head instead of paying careful attention to where he was stepping like he usually would, only pulled from his thoughts by another ear splitting crack as a piece of ice gave way right where he’d stepped down.

It was sudden and loud, and Virgil yelped when he stumbled and fell to the ground, hands losing feeling completely as they grabbed at the snow and his foot disappeared under the ice.

“Fuck- Roman!”

He heard Roman laugh, but it was almost impossible to make out over the howling of the wind and the pounding of his own heart. The water was so cold, (thank god he’d managed to stop himself before it went past his shin) like a million little knives dancing along his skin, paying no mind to what little protection his clothes offered.

“You’re fine,” Roman called, voice small and distant like he’d kept walking. Virgil didn’t dare look up, eyes on the ground beneath his hands. “It’s not deep, Virge, you can stand up.”

Virgil nodded even though he doubted Roman could see it, his voice refusing to cooperate. He squeezed numb hands into shaky fists, took a breath, and pushed himself up to stand on his free leg.

The next moment happened so fast, Virgil didn’t even register that more ice had broken under his weight until he felt himself falling, and suddenly the icy cold water was much higher than just his leg.

It felt like he’d been hit by a bus- a very, very cold bus- and Virgil gasped as all the ice below him gave way, the water rising up to his chest, wrapping around his body like a vice and yanking him forward without warning.

It was like hundreds of frozen hands were grabbing at him and tugging viciously, shoving him along with the water’s surprisingly violent current while trying to drag him down below the dark surface. Virgil barely had half a second to force his arms to move, frantically reaching for the nearest chunk of intact ice.

He couldn’t feel his fingers, and his hands were shaking so bad he almost didn’t make it, but he managed to get a grip on the edge just in time.

He gasped as he pulled himself to a sudden stop against the relentless current, weakening arms protesting the sudden strain, choking and coughing on the frigid water that managed to lap at the corners of his mouth.

“Princey!” he tried to scream, but he could barely hear himself over the roar of the river. The water hurt, the cold seeping into his skin and stealing his breath, and it took all of his quickly fleeting energy to keep holding on. “Roman!”

There was no response, at least not one that Virgil could hear, and he couldn’t bring himself to lift his head to see if help was coming, terrified that if he looked away from his hands he’d forget how to hold on.

He had to strain to keep his head above water, and he felt like there were boulders in his pockets weighing him down. He was left kicking desperately against the water, because it was definitely not shallow enough for him to stand.

Roman had said it was. Roman had laughed and kept walking and he’d...he hadn’t...he hadn’t left, had he? If he’d done this on purpose-

The dread and fear that came with the thought was almost more overwhelming than the thought of drowning, and Virgil squeezed his eyes shut as he tightened his hold, because Roman wouldn’t do that. He may not like Virgil, but he wasn’t cruel. He wouldn’t...he wouldn’t do this.

A grim voice in the back of his head told him Roman wouldn’t care, that Virgil would never be worth worrying about. Maybe it wasn’t the wind and rushing water blocking out the Prince’s voice...maybe he’d really just already walked away.

He choked back tears and put all his fading focus into staying above the water, the current’s pull growing stronger as his kicking became weaker and weaker. He couldn’t keep holding on. It was so cold and he was so tired-

“Virgil!”

Roman? It was so hard to tell for sure, everything distant and hazy compared to the roaring in his ears and his own too shallow breaths.

Oh god, he couldn’t hold on, he was slipping, he was going to fall-

“Virgil! Hold on, I’m coming!” Either that was Roman, or Virgil’s brain was being very cruel to him right before he died. The latter honestly seemed more likely. “Hold on, please just- I’m coming just hold on!”

He couldn’t feel his hands, barely able to comprehend anything around the all consuming pain settled around him like a blanket, leaving him shaking and numb, teeth chattering in his skull louder than a gunshot and he couldn’t do this- he couldn’t hold on he couldn’t-

“Virgil!”

Virgil didn’t even register what had happened, left only to wonder why the strain on his arms had suddenly been lessened for a single blissful second before realizing his frozen hands had slipped from the ice.

There wasn’t time to take another breath, the river seizing its opportunity to rise above his head and push him under the dark and freezing water, everything suddenly horribly silent.

#fanfiction #prinxiety #romantic prinxiety #virgil sanders #roman sanders #ts virgil #ts roman #thomas sanders #sanders sides #hurt/comfort #this fic is so self indulgent you guys #writing

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biggest-stupidhead · 4 years

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Bad Timing (Levi x reader) Part 1

Summary: How do you tell your friends that you’re falling in love with your big brother’s best friend?

word count: 6k

You sighed, slumping in the uncomfortable plastic chair. Your back was killing you, it was only 1st period but you were more than eager for the day to end. Your chemistry teacher stood in the front of the room flipping through the slides on the board. You couldn't care less, it was Friday, and you were ready for the weekend. You folded your arms and rested your head in the crook of your elbow, turning your head slightly to the left you gazed longingly out of the second story window. It was a gloomy fall day, surely there would be a football game tonight, not that you would be attending. A strong gust of wind blew a flurry of colorful leaves past the, the clouds seemed to grow increasingly darker. You managed to turn back to the front of the class and at least pretend that you were paying attention, your classmates on the other hand did not even try to hide their disinterest. Sasha was rummaging through her lunch box, Connie was balancing a pencil on his upper lip, Eren had his head rested on his forearm his other hand held his phone under the desk as he mindlessly tapped through peoples' snapchat stories. Mikasa would send him disapproving glares every once in a while as she diligently copied down the notes. Armin sat next to you, separating you from Mikasa and Eren, he also was taking excellent notes, even going as far as copying down all of the graphs and diagrams. You risked another glance out the window to your left to see a few fat rain drops falling out of the sky.

You smiled softly, the thought of sitting at home tucked under your favorite quilt with a cup of tea and a good book. You would have the house all to yourself tonight, your older brother Erwin was a senior, captain of the football team and golden boy of the school. He was the school's varsity quarterback, giving him an impressive social status, he would surely be playing in the game tonight. Your mother worked as a nurse at your local hospital, often opting to take the nightshifts, meaning you rarely saw her. You hummed thoughtfully, your mind wandering as you increasingly lost interest in the lecture. Now you were considering what to make for dinner, you could make macaroni and cheese, or a grilled cheese with tomato soup? Your teacher still droned on at the front of the class, now working out a simple stoichiometry problem. The sound of the door opening and quickly closing drew you out of your daze, Hange entered the room carrying a large box of beakers and test tubes. She gently kicked the door closed before making her way to the back of the large classroom to begin organizing and cleaning the glassware. You caught her eye and smiled at her, wanting very badly to speak with her, she always managed to keep you on your toes and very much in the present. You had a bad tendency to get lost in your thoughts and daydream, but she never gave you a chance whenever you were in her presence. She smiled back as she gently placed the box on one of the lab stations in the back and began pulling the equipment out one by one.

Hange was also a senior this year, she was easily the top of her class, she had already accumulated enough credits so instead of taking pottery or something she opted to be a teacher's assistant for your chemistry teacher. You slid your phone out of your pocket and opened your messages, you scrolled until you found Hange's contact, you quickly typed out a message, "want to come over and bake pumpkin cookies after school?" before pocketing your phone once more. The loud ding from the back of the room signaled that she had received your message, your teacher paused and gave Hange a pointed glance, one eyebrow raised. Hange chuckled nervously and squeaked out a meek 'sorry'. Satisfied, your teacher turned back to the bored and continued the lesson. Your phone vibrated, you pulled it out of your pocket and smiled at the message, "of course! then we can take them to the game!" the excitement you felt quickly vanished, you should have known she would want to go to the game, she was dating your brother for crying out loud. You sighed and glanced out the window once more, the rain had slowed to more of a mist than a shower, but now a fog was rolling just above the damp ground. It looked freezing out there, you couldn't imagine how cold it would be tonight. God it was so tempting to text Hange back with some bull shit about a project due Sunday night, but that would be shitty of you. Reluctantly you typed your reply, "yeah of course!" you sent the message and then placed your phone face down on the desk.

There was only about ten minutes left in class, thank God. You risked another glance at Armin's notebook and frowned at the neat handwriting, why was he so neat? It bothered you, you flinched when you heard your phone vibrate on the desk, you quickly picked it up and flipped it over to see the lock screen. You'd gotten a snapchat from Eren, you opened your phone and quickly opened the message. You couldn't help but smile as you looked at the picture, it was dark but you could make out his face and his bright green eyes, the classic text written across your screen made you smile, "what's the move tonight?" . Over the years your house had become known as the party house, due to your mother never being home your older brother had thrown some impressive parties, and you often had your friends over as well, nothing like the events your brother hosted, but still a gathering. You copied Eren's position, bringing your phone beneath the desk to snap a quick picture, and quickly typing back, "going to the game with Hange, Erwin might have something planned I'll be in touch." . You pressed send before you began packing up your things. Eren lifted his head and caught your eyes, you shared an impish grin before you returned your focus to gathering your things. Your teacher closed the powerpoint and began wrapping up class by reminding you about assignments that were due, not that you were listening. Finally only two minutes left, hopefully the rest of the day would go by faster than that class.

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You bounced your knee anxiously as you watched the clock hands slide sluggishly across the face of the clock, only 15 minutes until the school day ended. You had agreed to meet Hange at her beat up Honda CR-V. You shifted in your seat, your eyes lingered on the window as your Spanish teacher reviewed the key points of her lecture. You could see the parking lot from where you sat, some kids had already slipped out of the building and were running through the rain to get to their cars to beat the traffic. You considered asking to go to the bathroom but decided that you would feel too guilty to skip your sweet Spanish teacher's class. You sat up a bit straighter when you caught the sight of a particular dark haired boy walking briskly across the parking lot. Levi Ackerman, the school's designated bad boy, known for his standoffish behavior and his foul mouth, he was a fiend always ripping a juul and coming to class hungover. Yes he was a bad kid but somehow he had managed to keep his grades up and remain in the top ten percentage of your class. But the strangest thing about him was his unique friendship with your older brother, his complete opposite. You'd known Levi for a long time now, he often came over to your house on the weekdays to work on homework with your brother and then he'd be back on the weekends to drink all of your liquor. You pursed your lips as you watched him climb into his beat up 1981 BMW, he loved that car. You'd only gotten the privilege of riding in it a handful of times but each time he had explicitly told you not to make a mess of his car. You watched him pull out of the parking lot and out onto the campus' main street to get onto the county road that lead to your remote house. You sighed rather loudly as you realized Hange probably invited him over, since they shared a common bond with Erwin they had also grown rather close. You glanced once more at the clock and felt a rush of relief when you saw that the day would be over in precisely three minutes. You quickly threw your things into your backpack and gathered yourself to congregate by the door with your classmates. As you rocked on the balls of your feet you were startled when a heavy hand fell onto your shoulder. You turned around and met Jean's hazel eyes, he left his hand on your shoulder as you turned around to address him. You pulled your ear buds out with a small sigh.

"What's up?" you asked, Jean's cheeks flushed slightly as he realized he had your undivided attention. You raised an eyebrow, quickly losing patience with the boy.

"Oh I-" he was cut off by the loud ring of the bell, your classmates pushed you out into the already crowded hallway. Jean kept a firm grip on your shoulder as you both rushed into the hallway. You weaved through the crowd with Jean trailing behind you like a small child, he switched his grasp from your shoulder onto your backpack. You felt your lip curl with annoyance as you felt him lagging behind you. Finally you found yourself in a less crowded area where he could switch to your left side, releasing your backpack once he was sure you wouldn't run away.

"Anyway as I was saying... You going to the game tonight?" Jean asked as he matched your pace. You nodded, struggling to wrestle your umbrella out of the side pocket of your backpack. Jean noticed and quickly moved to pull it out for you. You pushed through the front doors of the school and paused under the overhanging roof, Jean pushed the umbrella open and held it up to cover the both of you. You smiled up at him as you both stepped into the rain.

"Yeah I wasn't planning until the second half though." you yelled over the wind as he followed you towards Hange's car. He nodded, daring to look up at the clouds as the wind whipped around the both of you.

"Where you heading to now?" he asked as you reached the parking lot,

"Hange's car, it's the black one over there." you said, lifting your finger to point at her car, you could already see her in the driver's seat scrolling through her phone. Jean nodded and picked up the pace as you hurried through the busy lot. Just as you were about to turn down the row to get to Hange, a car pulled straight out in front of you, a brand new black audi. Jean snarled, leaning forward to pound his fist onto the hood of the car. You laughed at Eren's enraged expression, Mikasa turned and scolded him, while Armin leaned forward from the back seat to wave apologetically to you. You tugged on Jean's arm to get out of the way, as they pulled away Eren stuck up his middle finger to Jean, who kindly returned the gesture. Finally you reached the car, thanking Jean, you let him keep your umbrella since he had gone so far out of his way to walk with you. You waved goodbye to him as you settled into the passenger seat. Hange raised an eyebrow, you blushed slightly offended that she would think that you would ever give Jean the time of day.

"What? I hate when you make that face." you giggled as she wiggled her eyebrows and put the car in drive. Getting off of campus took about 15 minutes due to the heavy traffic, it was only a good 20 minute drive to get to your house. Your school was located in a small town, mostly made up of farmers, factory workers, and other small business owners. You lived out in the woods, your house tucked nicely behind a thick wall of oak trees and the occasional walnut. Hence why it was such a hot party spot, your driveway was long and winding through the trees, just off of the county road. Hange turned up her music as you pulled off campus and onto the road. You felt the stress slowly falling off of your shoulders as you got further away from the school. You focused on the colorful trees and the houses that blurred by. Hange's phone rang, interrupting the music, she unplugged it from the aux and wordlessly handed it to you. Without looking at the name you answered.

"Hello, uh this is (Y/n) Hange's driving, can I take a messge?" you said, looking at Hange for support, but her eyes were glued to the road.

"Tch, yeah you tell her that if she doesn't hurry up and get here I am going to freeze my ass off in this weather." you blinked, surprised to hear Levi's monotone voice on the other side of the phone.

"Be there in 5." you said returning his clipped tone. With that you hung up, wanting to have the pleasure of ending the call before he could. Hange glanced over a smile spreading across her face.

"Maybe he shouldn't have left school so early if he didn't want to wait on us huh?" she joked, jabbing her elbow playfully into your bicep.

"Yeah" you huffed as you watched the suburban scenery melt into the more remote countryside that you called home. The manicured lawns morphed into golden fields of corn pastures with cows out grazing. Finally you turned onto your road and you reached into your bag to pull out your house key. You knew that if you spent extra time fishing out the key in front of Levi he would probably hit you. Don't ask how you knew that. Hange turned onto your driveway and pulled up to your garage. Levi's car was parked off to the side under your basketball hoop like usual.

Hange pulled right up beside him, leaning over to wave enthusiastically at him. He barely spared her a glance before climbing out of his car. You and Hange followed suit, you didn't bother greeting Levi, having learned a long time ago that he wouldn't return the sentiment. Instead you focused on making it to the front door before Levi so you could open the door without having to worry about him kicking out your knees or something. He liked to pick on you, especially when Erwin wasn't around. It didn't bother you much but it was annoying, you were used to your brother picking on you in a similar manner so you weren't very surprised when Levi picked up the habit as well.

You quickly unlocked the door and pushed into your house. You kicked your shoes off and dropped your bag before shooting upstairs to your room to change. The game didn't start until 7:00 which gave you about 4 hours until you would leave here. Plenty of time to make cookies and prep the house for whatever would be going on tonight. Just when you were taking your shirt off to slip on an older shirt that you wouldn't mind getting dirty, you heard a crash downstairs. You froze in your tracks, a loud groan and then the sound of Hange's manic laughter floated up the stairs, filling the silence of your house.

You groaned, pulling the shirt on, not bothering with a bra, and a pair of sweatpants you quickly made your way down the stairs. You frowned when you walked into the kitchen and found Levi staring in horror at the sight of pumpkin puree spilled all over the floor. Hange was doubled over, pointing at the mess as she cackled, "It looks like barf!" she howled as she leaned against the counter for support. You couldn't help but crack a smile at Levi's horrified face as he quickly left the kitchen, no doubt in search of a mop. Despite his careless attitude he actually did care about maybe three main things, 1.) having clean surroundings, 2.) keeping a full stock of weed, or some other means of getting intoxicated, and finally 3.) getting occasional pussy.

At least that's what you figured to be his top priorities. Maybe you could put defending his friends honor in there somewhere, but that usually was followed by him degrading them himself. For example if someone was talking trash about Erwin, Levi would beat the shit out of them and then precede to tell Erwin later that afternoon that his face looked like a butt. You blinked as you watched Levi return with a mop and a bucket of sudsy water, You bent down with a paper towel to pick up the majority of the puree before Levi scrubbed the wood floors of your farmhouse style kitchen. Hange turned an excused herself to go to the bathroom as you both cleaned the mess. You felt a surge of panic rise in your chest when you realized that you would be alone with Levi.

You swallowed nervously as you eyed his feet that were much too close to your face, he wore a pair of plain white socks, so at least it wouldn't be his usual steel toed combat boots. He noticed your uneasy expression and the way you put some pep in your step in picking up the mess. As you dropped the soiled paper towels into the trash bin you took note of Levi's outfit. He wore a pair of stylish ripped jeans that were a lighter wash they hung loosely off his hips. You noted a worn black belt kept his pants secured and for a moment the thought of Levi's pants falling off his hips made you smirk. You allowed your eyes to pass over his midsection that was clad in a plain white t-shirt and layered with a thin yellow plaid over-shirt. You smiled, you knew for a fact that he had thrifted all of these clothes and probably altered them himself. He had gotten better at sewing over the years. He finished mopping up the mess, you quickly averted your gaze when he looked up at you. You pretended to be busy gathering the ingredients, pulling out a jar full of flour as Levi stooped to pick up the bucket and dump the small amount of dirty water into the sink. He leaned against the porcelain farm sink as he ran hot water to clean the large sink. You could feel his eyes on your back as you reached into the pantry, sliding the barn door back so you could grab your apron. You fumbled with the ties on the back of your neck, feeling self conscious under Levi's hot gaze. You finally managed to tie off the strings, you heard Levi shut the water off and head off down the hallway to put the bucket and mop away. Just after Levi left you heard the toilet flush and Hange returned, stretching she sighed, a content smile on her face.

"Why were you gone so long?" you asked, almost immediately regretting your question.

"Took the fattest shit in my whole life, I wouldn't go in there if I was you." Hange chuckled as you watched her grab your mother's apron and effortlessly tie it around her waist and neck. You cringed, "At least light a candle or something." you murmured as you continued setting out ingredients.

"Oh don't worry I sprayed lots of air freshener." Hange said nodding proudly as she began preparing the wet ingredients. Levi stalked back into the kitchen and plopped down on the opposite side of the island in one of the barstools. Lazily he pulled out his phone and connected to the speaker in your kitchen. He scrolled through his phone for a minute before he finally picked a song, you immediately recognized the band Cigarettes After Sex. You fell into an easy pace with Hange as you both moved through the kitchen, after you made the dough you let Hange set about baking the cookies. Meanwhile you began to make a simple vegetable soup that you could put in thermoses and take to the game.

Also you knew that it made Erwin happy when you brought him dinner after his games. You set out your cutting board and began chopping a carrot, your fingers curled into a bear claw as you moved the knife up and down. You slid the chopped carrot into the pot and then diced an onion, and some broccoli. You also took the liberty of chopping up a stalk of celery and adding a can of diced tomatoes. Finally you added some water and chicken broth before letting it heat up on the stove. By the time you'd finished the soup Hange has finished most of the cookies, all the while Levi had sat on his phone, occasionally throwing in some advice. You leaned against the counter and wiped your hands down your apron as you considered the spices you wanted to add to the soup. You reached for your phone and began responding to your messages. Hange dusted her hands off on her apron as well and came over to watch you on your phone, her head resting on your shoulder. You opened a snapchat from Eren, who was currently at the game, he sent you a winky face in response to your snap from earlier that day. You couldn't help the smile that spread across your face, Eren was undoubtedly cute, charming even. But you knew better than to jump on that train, he was a bit of a hot head and besides, Mikasa obviously had a major crush on him. Hange gasped when she saw the picture of Eren cheekily sticking his tongue out and the winky face emoji. She turned, gripping your shoulders in a vice, "Huh?! What the fuck is that? Eren Jaeger?!" Hange gasped as she shook you. Levi perked up slightly, interested in the sudden commotion.

"Wh-What? Oh god no Mikasa would have my head, he just snapchats like that, don't worry about it!" you said, flailing your arms in hopes of loosening Hange's death grip. Instead she tightened her grasp, "What a shame, you really should start seeing people, I'm getting worried for you." Hange said with a sigh as she let you go. You furrowed your brows, slightly offended by her words. "I... see people." the last words slipped past your lips barely above a whisper. Levi scoffed, rolling his eyes he stood abruptly and walked around the island. Both Hange and you widened your eyes as you watched him approach the cookies, he carefully selected one of the frosted ones and took a bite. You waited for him to finish chewing, he looked back at you, his gaze steady on the both of you. "Stay away from that fool, he's no good he'll only drag you down." Levi said with a shrug before padding off into your living room and dropping down onto your couch. Hange looked at you with wide eyes, her mouth slightly open, "What's gotten into him?" she whispered as you gently slid past her to check on your soup. You simply shrugged, a bit thrown off by Levi's words. Eren was your friend you liked spending time with him and you sure as well weren't about to stop because Levi told you to. You stirred your soup, pleased to see that it was finished, you set about filling the three thermoses that you had, meanwhile Hange was packaging the cookies. Levi was still on the couch, slumped down low enough that you could just see the top of his dark hair. You glanced at the clock, and then back at your phone, you had no idea where they were in the game, so you decided to give Eren a call to see where they were at. You called him over snapchat, the phone only ringing twice before he picked up. You began to pace the kitchen as you listened to Eren fumble with his phone.

"H-Hey (Y/n), what's up?" he said over the roar of the game.

"Oh nothing much I just finished making dinner and I was wondering what the game was looking like." you said brushing some hair off your face.

"Oh yeah yeah of course, we just got a touch down, and halftime just started." he said, his voice clearer now, he must have left the bleachers you thought to yourself.

"Perfect, I'll be there in 30, save me a seat?" you asked sweetly, a smile warming your features.

"Anything for you." his voice lowered in pitch and you couldn't help but blush a bit, you and Eren had always had good banter between the two of you but in the recent months you'd noticed a palpable tension arising. You giggled, brushing off his suggestive tone, "I'll see you soon Eren." you said, pulling the phone away from your ear and hanging up. Hange smirked at you as she pulled the apron off of herself. You noticed that Levi had sat up a bit on the couch, he was giving you major side eye. You smiled at Hange, deciding you'd ask her if she knew what Erwin planned to do after the game.

"So Hange, do you know if Erwin was having people over after the game?" you ask partially wanting to change the subject, and partially wanting to know if you could have an excuse to have Eren over. Hange shrugged, a thoughtful look passing over her sharp features, "I suppose so, not a lot though just Mike, Nanaba, Petra, Eld, maybe Oulou? Bah I couldn't say." she said shaking her head in frustration. You knew that Hange was a forgetful person so you weren't expecting much. Levi huffed from across the room, he noticed the gears turning in your head, the way your cheeks blushed slightly. You were surely planning something.

"Why do you ask?" Levi arched a thin brow at you as you turned to face him.

"Just wondering if that meant I could have some of my friends over." the truth, but you were hoping for more than just a friendly interaction. Levi noticed the way you bit your lip and your ears turned a bit pink. Levi had seen all he needed to see, he turned his attention back to his phone, disregarding you. He vaguely caught bits of your conversation with Hange, something about changing, and getting ready and then the two of you hurried upstairs to your room. You were only upstairs for fifteen minutes before you came back down, Hange wore a pair of ripped jeans and one of Erwin's football sweatshirts. You on the other hand wore a pair of black nike leggings, the fabric could almost be described as shiny because of how clean they were, you wore an emerald green crew neck, the sweater was clearly something you'd thrifted, it had a brown teddy bear in the middle. Levi couldn't help but scoff at the sight, you reminded him of a grandma. You tugged at your sweater a bit self conscious under Levi's scrutinizing gaze.

"I'll drive." Levi said, his tone clipped. Hange shrugged, a light in her eyes as she spun her own keychain on her index finger. Levi narrowed his eyes at the brunette, remembering all the times when they had fought about who got to drive. Luckily Hange wasn't in much of a fighting mood, so she simply shrugged and pocketed her keys. You swiped your own keychain off the counter and stuffed them into your small purse. You rocked on your heels as you waited for the older teens to gather themselves. Hange was slipping on her beat up tennis shoes, while Levi stooped down to pull on his Vans. You shifted impatiently on your nike airs, Levi squinted in disgust when he took in the appearance of your old nikes, they weren't very white anymore. He figured he'd find some excuse to berate you on this topic later. He finally stood up and made his way out the door before you and Hange without a word. You all piled into his old BMW, Hange in the front and you in the back.

Thankfully the rain had let up and the clouds had drifted on to leave the night sky clear, the moon illuminating the road as you drove. You gripped the edge of your leather seat anxiously, you didn't like Levi's driving, he drove 20 over the speed limit no matter what road you were on. He blared classic rock and other alternative music, which wasn't the problem, just you could never hear what other people were saying over the loud noise. Finally your car ride came to an end and before you knew it you were paying for tickets and making your way towards the bleachers. You pulled out a thermos and handed it to Hange, "Here this is for you to share, and take these too!" you shoved a baggie of cookies into her hands as well before slipping into a throng of people before they could say anything more to you. Eren had told you where to meet him Armin, and Mikasa. You found them loitering by the bottom of the bleachers, you came up behind Armin and pulled him into a hug from behind. He yelped in surprise and wriggled in your grasp.

"Hey guys" you said, your tone raising a bit in the presence of your friends.

"Hey (Y/n)! When did you get here?" Armin asked as he turned just enough to return your embrace.

"Oh just now." you said sweetly as you then moved to hug Mikasa, you skipped Eren though, feeling a bit awkward with Mikasa's heavy gaze hitting your back. But you were pleased to see the disappointment in his eyes when you skipped over him.

"How's the game going?" you asked lightly as you turned your attention to the empty field.

"Good, we're winning! Your brother is playing well!" Armin said as he pointed at the score board.

"Yeah, he took out one of the other teams defensive players." Mikasa said, nodding her head across the field to where a player was sat on the ground with trainers surrounding him. You raised an eyebrow, Erwin usually didn't do that much damage, he must've been pissed.

"Interesting, well do you guys want to head to our seats? Looks like they're getting ready to start." you asked, they nodded and the four of you climbed the cold bleachers. They led you to a pretty remote section, just off the side to the student section which was bustling with your loud classmates. You settled into your seat on the end, Armin seated next to you, Eren in the middle of Mikasa and Armin. You rubbed your hands together and blew a breath of hot air onto your palms. The game was about to start, the players fanning out and back into their positions. You spotted Erwin in the thick of all the players, he reached out and shook one of his team mates by his helmet. A smile easily slid on your lips as you watched your brother settle into the play. You loved your big brother and you were glad to so him succeed in what he loved. Just as the game was about to begin you felt your phone buzz in your pocket. You fumbled to answer it, worried about who could be calling you.

"Hey (Y/n) where did you run off to? I was hoping you'd sit with me, Levi is being awful!" you immediately recognized Hange's voice, and you felt for her you really did, but you were not in the mood to deal with Levi.

"Ew, I'm definitely not sitting with you if he's causing trouble." you joked, but your words held a semblance of truth. Hange groaned and then yelpd, the sound of her phone hitting the ground made you wince. Finally you heard her breathing again, guessing she had managed to recover her phone.

"Hurry please, in the back top right section, he's getting physical." Hange said, hanging up before you could argue. You noticed all of your friends were watching you with curious gazes.

"Want to go sit with Hange and Levi? We can hash out some plans for tonight?" you asked desperately not wanting to sit alone with Hange and Levi right now. Eren raised an eyebrow but nodded in agreement. You knew that was all you needed for Mikasa and Armin to agree as well. But it didn't escape you how Mikasa's eyes darkened at the mention of Levi. You vaguely recalled being hammered one night, laying on the ground with Eren, and you remembered someone tugging you to your feet. It was Levi, he was pulling you back towards your brother and his friends, but you wanted to stay with Mikasa and Eren. Mikasa had come to your rescue and surprisingly given Levi a solid punch to the jaw. He snarled but didn't move to defend himself, instead he had stalked off into the group of older kids. This memory reminded you that when Mikasa and Levi were in the same space they tended to bump heads. You felt slightly guilty knowing you were putting her in a bit of an awkward situation but at the same time you knew Levi would be uncomfortable too which would hopefully prevent him from bothering anyone. With everyone in agreement you all gathered your things and quickly climbed the bleachers to the mostly empty top right section. Sure enough you could see Levi with his arms crossed and a sour pout on his face. Hange's shoulders sagged with relief at the sight of your crew. You waved as you approached, a smile on your lips, you let Eren sit next to Levi and Mikasa next to Eren and then Armin on the end. Hange scooted over to make space between herself and Levi, which you eyed skeptically, it would've been easier for you to sit next to Armin, but you complied. You drew in on yourself, pressing your right side into Hange's left to avoid Levi. A memory flashed across your mind of you getting too close to Levi and him literally shoving you out of his space. You were not in a hurry to see if that had changed. Levi scowled at you, his cinder eyes catching your (e/c) ones momentarily before you averted your gaze back to the game. Hange threw an arm around you and drew you closer, her eyes analyzing the play that your team was about to make. Levi noticed the way the tension left your shoulders as Hange pulled you flush against her, giving Levi plenty of space. Instead of appreciating your respect of his personal space Levi only felt more annoyed. Just as he was finally managing to focus on the game you turned and leaned over to look around him.

"I'm feeling like watching a movie." you said, Eren also leaned forward and smiled.

"Same here, I brought some wine, we can watch a horror movie and get wine drunk." he said, you nodded enthusiastically.

"Yeah I cleaned the basement the other day so you guys can go crazy upstairs and we'll stay downstairs." you said, this time directed at Hange. The brunette raised an eyebrow, "If that's what you want, Mike was going to bring his pong table and Nanaba is bringing some good games." Hange said, a skeptical look on her face.

"Maybe we'll come up after the movie?" you said, glancing at your friends for back up. They all nodded and then you all turned your eyes back to the game as the whistle blew shrilly. You noticed that your team had scored and you also took note of one of the opposing players gripping his ankle as he rolled in the grass. Trainers and coaches rushed over to aid the player as your brother fled the scene, his face grim as he went to join his team in a huddle. You sat forward with Hange as you watched one of the reffs storm over. You blinked as you watched the reff scold your brother and point towards the bench, the head coach quickly came to your brother's defense and fired back at the reff.

"Something's wrong, why is he being so aggressive tonight?" Hange asked, looking to you. All you could do was shrug and frown as you watched the reff storm back onto the field. You were so engrossed in the game that you forgot to mind Levi, who unlike you, was completely disinterested in the game. He noticed how close your knee was to his own and took advantage, he reached over and closed his fingers around your knee and squeezed. You yelped, at the pinch, a cow bite, one of your least favorite and dirtiest moves that Levi pulled on you. You glared at him as you rubbed the sides of your knee tenderly. Levi met your eyes and cocked his eyebrow, a false mask of innocence on his features. Hange spared the two of your worried glance, but ended up only feeling relieved that it wasn't her this time. You narrowed your eyes, a small warning to leave you alone, one that you were certain he would ignore. You turned back to the game, determined to watch the last half of the game. Levi turned to also face the field, but still kept an eye out for you, it wasn't often you would let him pull something like that. You cheered when a point was scored by Erwin, Levi watched as you rose to your feet with Hange and the other dorks, all screaming your heads off. Levi took this moment to shuffle over a few inches, so when you sat down you would be slightly closer. As predicted you sat down and as soon as you felt his thigh brush against your own. Levi reached into his pocket and pulled out his juul to take a hit, he lifted the juul to his lips and felt pleased to know he had at least half of your attention as you watched out of the corner of your eye. He blew the vapor out of his nose and wordlessly offered you the juul. You eyed it for a moment before taking it , you coughed when you inhaled too much, the smoke billowing out of your mouth. Hange frowned when she saw you fall into a coughing fit.

"Erwin is going to kill you if you get his sister addicted to nicotine." Hange scolded as she watched Levi take another hit.

"He'll get over it." Levi grunted as he stood and stretched, the game was ending and he wanted to beat the traffic. You looked up, still fighting back some coughs, Eren was laughing at you and Mikasa had a small smile, Armin looked sympathetic.

"You leaving?" you asked, your voice gravely from coughing up your lung. Levi nodded and shoved his hands in his front pockets.

"Back to my house?" it was more of a statement than a question.

"Yeah wanna come?" he asked, you looked to Hange who shrugged.

"Yeah good idea you two go on ahead and set up things for the party." Hange agreed, quickly turning her attention back to the last minutes of the game. Levi scoffed and then lumbered down the bleachers, not waiting for you as you checked with your friends.

"Go, we need to drop by the liquor store anyway for some Smirnoff's." Eren dismissed with a wave of his hand and with that you followed Levi down the stairs.

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