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beomiracles · 4 months

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heyy, can u do a med student reader x idol txt pair becuz i need to feed my delusions lol, also i love ur work sm :)

「 C'MON NURSE 」

DREAM RECALL “I…I don’t know if…if it’s something I should..” — “oh come one”, he leans forward as the smirk on his lips only grows, “don’t tell me you can’t have a little fun, nurse?”

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pairings idol!yeonjun x medstudent!gn!reader warnings none !

#serene adds ✎... ah this has taken me forever to get around to and I sincerely apologise >.< I had to research a bit for this one, so if I've gotten any facts wrong feel free to point them out ! part 2 with smut when? ahah joking (probably)

Wiping your sweaty palms on your white robe, you try your best to steady your breathing. The hospital was bustling with life, patients crowding the hallways and the phones at the front desks chimed nonstop. In other words it was a busy day, an extremely busy one — much so that you had received a most unique task.

Five weeks into your internship at the hospital you had been assigned your first patient. To say that you were nervous would be an understatement. Still, you knew that this was how your work days were going to look like, once you finished med school. And while nervosity built in your stomach with each step, you also felt giddy with excitement.

The contrasting feelings combined made for an almost electrifying buzz to course through your body. Once you reach the small room you had been assigned, realization sets in and you have to swallow a small gulp. With a trembling hand on the door, you take one final deep breath before swinging it open.

Upon stepping inside you’re met with a young man, possibly in his mid twenties, sitting on the stretcher as his legs sway mindlessly in front of him. His head snaps in your direction and as your gaze meets his you’re taken aback by how handsome he was. Were all your future patients going to be this good looking?

A small awkward smile presents itself on your lips and you give a rather stale introduction. The man grins as he stretches his hand out, “Choi Yeonjun”, he says as you take his hand. His grip was firm and you almost lost track of yourself as you allowed your eyes to linger on his own.

“Didn’t know they had nurses this young”, he comments as he eyes you with a mischievous glint. Your face suddenly flushes with color and you awkwardly clear your throat, desperately hoping he couldn’t tell. “I’m a med student, I just happen to be doing my internship here..” you explain as you flatten out your white robe nervously. “Though I am working to become a fully trained nurse and.. and I do have the necessary skills to help you today”, you quickly add, cursing yourself for stammering.

Yeonjun smirks, “I don’t doubt it, nurse.” Perhaps it was your nerves speaking, or the fact that the man before you was undoubtedly attractive — but you could have sworn that his voice held an almost flirtatious tone. Shaking your head slightly, you will such thoughts away as you turn your attention to your work.

“May I ask what brought you here today?” Bringing out a small moveable table of utensils to busy yourself as Yeonjun begins explaining. “Well my left shoulder has been hurting immensely recently, I think I might’ve accidentally tore it on stage and–”

“On stage?”

The questions slips from your lips and you almost slap a hand over your mouth to stop yourself from interfering further. Yeonjun doesn’t seem to mind as he smirks, “I’m a dancer”, he says as he watches your expression morph from surprise to something more of an embarrassed one. A dancer? Your mind immediately began racing with thoughts that probably weren’t appropriate in your current situation.

Upon noting your flustered expression Yeonjun chuckles, “not that kind of dancer I assure you.” Nodding gingerly you mumble out a quiet “no of course not..” How silly of you to jump to such conclusions; and about a patient no less. You could only hope that he didn’t make a complaint to your boss.

“I’m a singer too”, he then adds in a seemingly unbothered voice and your eyes snap back to him in evident curiosity. He frowns, “have you not heard of our group?” he asks to which you shake your head, surely you would remember such a handsome man. Yeonjun purses his lips as he gives a small shrug, “tomorrow by together, sound familiar?”

Once again you shake your head, rather embarrassed over your lack of general knowledge. Your patient doesn’t sound offended, “what a shame, nurse”, he grins. You thought he had a nice voice, so it would make sense for him to be a singer. But a singer and a dancer? Well that was impressive.

“Do you mind telling me for how long and during which occasions you have been experiencing these pains?” you ask as you sanitize your hands once more. “Eh, about a week, maybe a little more”, Yeonjun ponders, “it hurts almost whenever I use my left arm, quite a bitch to train with.”

Nodding along with his words your mind rummages through possible solutions. “I’ll need to examine both your shoulder and the mobility of your arm in order to determine how severe your tear is”, you explain and Yeonjun nods. “Would you need me to take off my shirt, nurse?” he asks as a smirk tugs at his lips.

“Ah, that won’t be necessary”, you assure him as you feel your cheeks heat up. “I’ll only need your left arm to be free.” — “Alright” he shrugs as he wriggles his left arm free from his shirt, which inevitably rides up his stomach, exposing his perfectly toned torso. You have to pry your eyes from wandering and instead focus on his injured shoulder.

“Do you mind me touching you?” Despite only executing your work, you thought consent played an important part in getting treatment. “Please do”, Yeonjun smirks and from the corner of your eye you could’ve sworn you saw him throw you a small wink. Gulping, you give yourself three mental slaps — it was just work. If you couldn’t stay professional when a slightly attractive patient entered the room then how were you to do this for a living.

Get it together, a small voice in your head hisses and you couldn’t agree with it more. You try your best to focus on his shoulder, fingers moving across his soft skin to prod and squeeze at the flesh. Upon pushing against a particular spot, Yeonjun flinches away from your touch and you give him a knowing glance, “here?”, he nods.

“You’ve most likely tore a tendon”, you state as your fingers continue to prod around the area. Yeonjun frowns, “a what?” You give him a dismissal wave of your hand as you motion for him to lift his arm, earning a painful grimace from him. “If you’re lucky it’s only partially torn, meaning it has yet to detach from your bone.” Yeonjun’s lips part in surprise, “that can happen?” You give him a small nod, “indeed it can.”

You continue to move his arm in several directions, all leading to groans of pain from your patient. “But judging from the way you can move it, I’d say you’re quite lucky.” Yeonjun gives you a look of disbelief and you have to resist the urge to giggle. “How’s your strength? Can you lift things as normal, disregarding the pain of course?” He looks thoughtful for a moment before nodding, “yeah I can do everythin’, just hurts like a motherfucker”, he grimaces.

“Well it’s a good thing you came in as early as you did”, you say as you let go of his shoulder and motion for him to pull his shirt back on. “If you had continued to put pressure on your torn tendon it might’ve just ripped entirely.” Yeonjun sighs as he gives his shirt a final tug , “so what’s your prognosis, nurse?”

“Well, firstly you’ll need to rest”, you note as you get up to open one of the cabinets, rummaging through the variety of medications, “and if you desire to keep training then all activities regarding any use of your shoulder must be excluded.” Upon returning with a small package Yeonjun lets out a huff, “then how do I dance?” he questions to which you shake your head, “you don’t.”

“You sure there’s no way around this, nurse?” he pouts and you shake your head once more. Running his good hand through his dark hair, Yeonjun looks at you, “that’s a shame, I was hopin’ to ask you to attend our concert next week”, he admits and you blink in surprise. He was going to ask you what?

“I, I uhm, I’m sure there’ll be plenty of opportunities once you’re recovered..” your brain is foggy as you scramble for words to form at least one coherent sentence. Yeonjun’s lips curl into a smirk as he eyes your flushed expression, “then, can I convince you to see me for coffee instead?”

His bold questions keep catching you off guard and you fiddle with the medication in your hands. “I…I don’t know if…if it’s something I should..” — “oh come one”, he leans forward as the smirk on his lips only grows, “don’t tell me you can’t have a little fun, nurse?”

Suddenly you begin to feel as if the room might’ve emptied its supply of air; your face growing increasingly hot by the second as you avoid his lustful gaze. “I uh…I’ll prescribe you some ibuprofen”, you quickly turn to the small desk in an attempt to shield your very telling face, “it helps with inflammation, take them together with your meals for the next three weeks, it’ll reduce any swelling as well as pain”, you ramble as your trembling fingers sign the necessary papers.

Taking a deep breath, you turn back to Yeonjun who was watching you with an amused expression. You hand him the small package and watch his smirk double in size as his eyes scan the small paper. “You got it, nurse.”

It isn’t until the doors to your small room closes behind him that you breathe out the sigh you had been holding in for the past thirty minutes. But as your breathing steadies, your heart continues to race. Was it such a good idea to have written your phone number on the prescription paper?

As your phone buzzes in your back pocket you realize that it most definitely was.

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bettyfrommars · 2 months

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Video store Eddie? 👀

Mel I'm going to break the rules of this weekend WIP game and just post the whole thing instead of a snippet. It's a very short part 1, and I'm not sure if I'll continue it, but I do love the vibe. I have so many finished WIPs I'm holding onto for whatever reason. @the-unforgivenn was also wondering about this one.

Eddie x older!Reader

This takes place in late 1987 - early 1988, Eddie is...however old he would be, and afab Reader is in their mid 30's. She/they pronouns. Would Steve and Robin still be working at Family Video at that time? Probably not, but I love the idea of visiting them there, infinity. Smut in other parts, if I ever write them.

Word Count: 1.3k

No major warnings but my blog is 18+Only

“Excuse me, do you work here?”

Eddie was squatting down looking through the horror section of Family Video with his butt crack peeking out from the waist of his belted denim when he first heard your voice.

“Sorry,” he sighed as he stood, wallet chain and a set of keys jangling at his hip. Once he saw you, his breath caught, and his brain shifted gears. “What I meant to say is sorry, it’s my day off but yeah, I work here. How can I help you?

He ran a flat hand down his chest a few times, eyes darting around to see if Steve or Robin were anywhere near enough to hear it and call him out.

You weren’t ready for the guy to be so cute when he turned around, or for his eyes to be such a deep velvet brown. If you had to guess, you'd say he was in his early 20's. Had you ever been that young? If you didn’t have the 1975 Led Zeppelin tour ticket stubs at home as proof, you might’ve believed you’d skipped those years entirely.

That was the second time you’d spotted him at the video store, and you’d frozen in place, mind flustered to think of some excuse to talk to him.

“I was hoping for an opinion, if you have a second?”

Eddie shuffled around so that, when one of the other two actual employees noticed them, they wouldn’t see who he was talking to right away.

“That’s what I’m here for,” his tongue flicked out to wet his lips before a grin. “I mean, I do other things around here too, but opinions are sort of my thing.”

You had two tapes in your hand, both new releases, and you held them out to face him. One was Dirty Dancing, and the other was Evil Dead 2.

“Gun to your head, which one would you choose?”

“Gun to my head? Damn,” he chuckled, rubbing the palm of one hand with his other thumb. “Well, we’re talking about two vastly different films here. What’s the occasion?”

Shit, you were sexy. You were beautiful, sure, but it wasn't just that. You made him curious; he wanted to open up the top of your head and see what was inside. You smelled good too, like those spicy essential oil blends they sold at that mystical shop downtown. The place with all of the incense and gemstones and shit.

Obviously he’s choosing Evil Dead 2, but he wants to give you the most helpful, educated answer possible. Patrick had moves, he’d give him that.

“If it’s like, a girls night thing, definitely go for Swayze,” he pointed at the vhs. “But if it’s a date or something, nothing says romance like Ash Willimas with a chainsaw.”

Please say it wasn’t for a date.

“It’s not for a date,” you muttered, looking down at your choices. You held up Evil Dead 2. “This is the one I want to watch,” you switched and held up the other. “And this is the one I feel like I should watch because it’s all anyone is talking about.”

Eddie put his hands on his hips authoritatively. “Well, I think you have your answer. Have you watched The Lost Boys yet? Prince of Darkness is a bit of a sleeper. Not sure if that’s your speed but—”

Robin came back to the floor wiping tzatziki sauce from the corners of her mouth. She saw you talking with Eddie, but knew it was in her job description to give you a proper greeting regardless.

“Hello, welcome to Family Video. Can I help you find anything today?”

Your gaze flicked from her to him and back again, framed by an awkward silence.

“It’s okay Robs, I’ve got it,” Eddie gave her a thumbs up, hoping she didn’t decide to blow his cover right then and there.

Robin raised a single brow, watching him suspiciously as she scooted behind the counter.

“What if you got both? Rent three, get one free,” Eddie reasoned with a shrug. “It’s Friday, live a little.”

“You’re right,” you cupped both tapes in one hand. “I watched Lost Boys in the theater when it came out, but maybe I’ll check out Prince of Darkness, if you think it’s good.”

“Hey, me too,” he popped up on the balls of his feet. “Saw Lost Boys in the theater, I mean. It was badass.” He might not have gone on opening day, but for the double date Steve had begged him to go along with. It was a disaster.

Steve’s head shot up from the far corner of the store where he’d been stocking shelves. “Are you back on the floor?” He asked Robin. “I need to run to Melvalds.”

She gave Eddie a pointed look when she said, “yeah, we’re fine. You can go.”

Eddie’s fourth movie recommendation was Legend. “Darkness, my man,” he clapped the cassette to his chest when you said you’d take it, and then led you up to the checkout counter as if he really knew what he was doing. There were grease smudges on his jeans, and the Bark at the Moon shirt he had on was ripped wide in the arm holes, enough to show his ribs and the lines of a tattoo under there.

You wondered about all of his tattoos, even wished he’d take off his shirt and explain them all to you, but perhaps you were getting ahead of yourself. It was his job to be so attentive with you, he probably wasn't flirting.

Robin eyed him steadily before giving you her best customer service smile. “Did you find everything okay?”

“He was a big help,” you put the tapes down on the counter. “I’m sorry, what is your name?”

“Eddie,” he stuck a hand out, the one with all of the metal rings on it. He had calluses on the tips of his fingers and pads of his palm. “Eddie Munson, at your service.”

“If you work on Sunday when I return them, I’ll let you know how they were.”

“I–I—” he stuttered, sweating under Robin’s stare. “I don’t work on Sunday, but I should be around, so, yeah.”

“He’s here pretty much every day,” Robin said with a snide edge to her voice as she put the videos in a plastic bag. It’s true, Eddie had been hanging around an awful lot after work at his actual job slinging wrenches at the garage. Ever since he’d saved up for a VCR, there were a lot of movies he wanted to catch up on.

That and he loved being a pest.

After you were out the door, he watched you walk to your car through the window. You got behind the wheel of a station wagon, and he wondered if maybe you had a family and shit? Kids? You didn’t seem to care about the films you’d chosen being family friendly, but maybe they were away for the weekend? A divorce? Maybe they were at their dads place.

He was thinking way too much about your living situation and relationship status.

“Okay, mind telling me what that was all about?” Robin put her chin on her fist.

“She asked me if I worked here and I got nervous and said I did,” he admitted, watching you go until the car was out of sight. “I wanted to keep talking to her, so I lied. Now I feel stupid as fuck.”

“You’ll probably never see her again, anyway,” she shrugged.

“Don’t say that,” he frowned.

“If she asks about you on Sunday and you’re not here, I’ll just tell her you got fired.”

“You won’t have to, I’ll be here.”

Robin gave a snort. “You don’t even know what time she’ll come by. We’re open till—”

“I said I’ll be here,” he stared out into the parking lot space where your car had been, patting the counter with each word. “Yep, yep, yep, this is where I shall be.”

Robin rolled her eyes so hard they went white.

#Eddie Munson #Eddie Munson x older!reader #Eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fluff #older reader #Family Video #Robin Buckley #stranger things fic #Stranger Things fanfic #Eddie Munson fic #Eddie Munson x you

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narnian-neverlander · 1 year

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In Whatever Way [Adam Warlock x GN!Reader]

Plot Summary: When he unknowingly tests your patience, you snap at Adam and say something you immediately regret.

Word Count: 5,1k

Warnings: Guardians 3 spoilers, talk about canon typical violence, cursing, slight injury & mention of blood, bit of angst, hurt & comfort, idiots in love, author being a sucker for the ‘oh. oh.’ moment of realization trope

A/N: Kind of a follow up to this one, but can absolutely be read as a stand alone

I have exactly one complaint and that’s Adam not having Will’s freckles (for obvious bodypaint reasons), so I went ahead and fixed that 💁

If someone had told you a year ago that a Sovereign would become your favorite person in the galaxy, you would’ve laughed in their face and then put a bullet in between their eyes for good measure. But life’s got a twisted sense of humor sometimes.

That first night after the defeat of the High Evolutionary, it’d been way too messy and hectic to find Adam a place of his own, so you’d dropped him off at your tiny apartment, very specifically told him to stay put and to not touch anything, and then headed out again in search of food and some clothes. You’d found those, but alongside them, you’d also found the furry F’Saki Adam had basically adopted. He’d looked about as lost as his owner, so you’d tucked the little guy under your arm and had taken him with you. Arriving back at your home, you’d discovered Adam curled up on your bed, fast asleep. The F’Saki had immediately scurried out from your grasp, made himself comfortable at Adam’s legs and had started snoring almost right after. You’d stood in the middle of your room, still in your dirty, torn uniform and bone tired, a young Sovereign and his pet passed out on your bed and had actually stopped to wonder how on earth your life had gotten to that point.

Not seeing a reason for staying any longer, you’d decided you might as well go out and get blissfully blackout drunk with your friends. Leaving a note with the change of clothes and food, you’d turned towards the entrance to find Nebula standing in your doorway. She’d scanned the situation she’d walked in on very carefully and then had simply raised slender, judgmental brows at you. You’d shooed her out, gently closing the door behind you, and had reminded her that ‘Adopting strays that’ve tried to kill us is kinda our thing; didn’t think I’d need to tell you of all people.’

Ever since that night, Adam had been virtually glued to your side. It’d been a bit strange and uncomfortable at first; you weren’t used to always having company, much less that of a Sovereign. There’d most definitely been an adjustment period with quite a few mishaps, one of which had ended with him in the med-bay with a bloody nose after he’d scared the ever living daylights out of you while you’d been testing the upgrades Rocket had made to your gauntlets - you’d apologized profusely for the rest of that day. Over time though, it had become apparent that he meant you no harm, nor did he have any ill will, he simply wished to repay the kindness you’d shown him when he’d felt he had no one looking out for him anymore.

And despite the fact that his golden skin and hair, his engineered-to-be-perfect face and body and his manner of speaking reminded you of his heritage everyday, you’d found it increasingly easy to ignore the fact that he was part of the species responsible for so much pain in your life. Of course, it wouldn’t be fair to hold him accountable for actions committed by his people long before he was even born. But it wasn’t just that, Adam was simply… different from the rest of the Sovereign. He might’ve been created to be perfect, but he was far from it: He was only just understanding his own limits, landing him in situations that had him in over his head more often than not. He could be arrogant and quick to anger over the smallest details. He only liked learning things if they came to him easy, but grumpily and quickly dropped the ones that didn’t. But there was always an underlying innocent curiosity and kindness in his actions; in the way he’d so effortlessly bonded with the rescued animals he was now taking care of. In the way he always immediately offered assistance, no matter how menial the task. In the way he’d taken such an interest in any and all earth things, simply because they held special meaning to you. In the few months since he’d come into your life, he’d captivated you so completely, had gotten you to care for him so deeply and truly, it even shocked yourself at times still. But you wouldn’t have it any other way.

There is however still one topic of conversation that never seems to get easier and that’s his late mother, Ayesha. High priestess and figurehead of the crusade against your kind; all because of shapeshifting abilities you never even asked for. You’re very well aware of the fact that, before he became a part of the Guardians, she was the only family Adam had. That he’d cared for her very much, he still does, it’s obvious in the way he talks about her. And usually you let him talk, for his sake; to let him grieve by sharing stories about the loved one he lost. But today’s been exhausting, to say the least. You’ve been up since the crack of dawn and nothing seems to work out the way it’s supposed to. At the moment, you’re down somewhere in the bowels of Knowhere, courtesy of a broken filtration system. And since your resident genius raccoon mechanic is off world with Groot and you aren’t half bad with machines, the honor of trying to fix it had gone to you. You’d been down there for hours now, though, and aren’t making any real progress. Adam had joined you a little while back, and while you usually welcome his company, he’s picked a particularly bad day to select his mother as a topic of conversation. Your nerves are frayed, your patience running thin, but you hold your tongue, choosing to only answer in occasional hums of acknowledgement to confirm that you’re listening. That works out just fine right up until the moment he says “You remind of her, actually.”

The wrench you’re currently using almost slips from your sweaty palms as you bristle and hiss “Don’t ever say that again.” His answer is immediate and while you’re not looking at him, you can hear the genuine confusion in his voice. “Why not? It’s the truth.” The more rational part of you knows he means it as a compliment - but that part seems to have taken the day off. You swallow the rising bile in your throat before you reply with “I am nothing like that vile woman. Don’t compare me to her again, do you understand?” You’ve quite obviously hit a nerve, as you hear him rise from his seated position on some debris and when he speaks again the confusion in his voice has given way to anger. “My mother was not vile, take that back!”

You mumble “Maybe not to you…” more to yourself than anything else as you busy yourself with the repairs, absolutely not in the mood for this conversation, but he hears anyways. “I don’t care what you might think of her; she loved me!” A bark of laughter escapes you before you can stop it, bitter and cruel. “Please, maybe she loved what you were supposed to be; the ultimate weapon, the next step in their precious perfect evolution, but you failed that spectacularly. And even that’s pushing it!” The bolt you’ve been trying to loosen seems to have gotten stuck even worse as you aggressively throw your whole weight down on the wrench’s handle, any and all social courtesies you’ve kept up around Adam in regards to this particular topic going right out the window. “But don’t take that personally; Sovereign just aren’t capable of love, it’s as simple as - FUCK!!” The bolt finally gives way, sending you face first into one of the pipes of the machinery. Pulling back with a pained hiss, you bring a hand to your throbbing forehead and let out a few more curses when it comes away bloody.

Breathe in, breathe out. Breathe in, breathe out. Two deep, slow breaths it takes for you to calm down. It takes two more for realization to hit and the regret that comes with it threatens to choke you on the spot. Adam’s gone deathly quiet and you’d honestly prefer if he lost his temper with you; that you could handle at least. You’re terrified of what you’ll find when you turn around, so you do so slowly and immediately wish you hadn’t at all.

Adam’s an awful liar; he wears his heart on his sleeve and his emotions always plain on his face for everyone to read. And right now? Even on that first night, when he’d been injured, scared and all alone, you don’t think he’d looked so completely and utterly heartbroken. His name has barely left your lips in a desperate plea when he turns and takes off, the golden glow of his powers vanishing around a corner and completely out of sight not a second later. There’s no point in going after him right now, you know that, he’s stubborn, especially when he’s upset - not that that helps you feel better about yourself in any capacity; you well and truly want to throw yourself out of the nearest airlock. With a heavy sigh, you pick up the discarded wrench from the floor, deciding to give the young Sovereign some space and quickly, haphazardly finish with your work instead.

By the time you leave the med-bay, a bandaid now covering the wound on your forehead, it’s been a good hour or two, so you make your way to Adam’s apartment, hesitantly knocking on the door. When there’s no answer, you peek through one of the small windows, but the room is empty except for Blurp curled up on the bed, snoring contently. You check the cantina next, then the complex where the animals had been set up. You check in with Kraglin and Cosmo, Drax and Phyla, and basically any residents of Knowhere that you come across - no one has seen the golden man since he went off to help you. Your search eventually brings you to the spaceport, where you find the Bowie freshly docked, Groot carrying crates down the loading ramp, Rocket on his shoulders. Considering you were running out of places to check that were actually on Knowhere and Adam didn’t need oxygen like the rest of you, you figure you might as well ask if they’d seen him somewhere in the general vicinity of the giant head while coming back.

“Rocket, have you seen Adam?” the question’s out of your mouth before you’ve even properly reached them and your furry friend doesn’t bother to look up from the data pad he’s studying as he scoffs “Nice to see you, too, (y/n). Yeah, me and Groot are fine, mission went great, thanks for asking; always touching to come home to such a warm welcome.” Mumbling out an apology you only half mean, you cross your arms over your chest and look at him expectantly. When he realizes you’re not gonna go away, he hooks the pad to his belt with a groan and looks at you, one elbow propped up against Groot’s head. “How the flarg would I know? Goldie’s attached to your hip, not mine.” You don’t wanna have to get into details right now, so you settle for “Usually, sure. But I messed up, he ran off and now I can’t find him.” Rocket snorts, clearly not buying it. “The guy looks at you like you hung the friggin’ stars in the sky, what could you of all people have possibly done to piss him off that bad?” Drawing your bottom lip between your teeth, you avoid eye contact with him and busy yourself with a loose thread on your shirt instead. Details it is after all. “I… might’ve insulted his mother and told him I don’t believe Sovereign are capable of love.” The quiet lasts for all of half a second before Rocket starts cackling so hard, he goes tumbling off of Groot’s shoulders and ends up on the ground; clutching his stomach he’s almost howling in laughter and it makes heat shoot up to your face in both embarrassment and anger as you stomp your foot like a child throwing a tantrum. “Rocket this isn’t funny!!”

The raccoon struggles to his feet, one paw still on his knee as the other wipes at his eyes. “You’re right; it’s not. It’s hysterical! I mean… if that’s how you talk to a guy you’re actually into, I’d hate to see how you treat the ones you don’t like.” Brows furrowing in bewilderment, the complete change of topic makes you fumble for a moment as you ask “What… what the hell is that supposed to mean?” All traces of amusement vanish from Rocket’s face, jaw going slack as he stares at you and realizes you’re serious. He lets out a low whistle before he states “Wow. And here I thought the golden boy was clueless. At least he’s got some excuse, he ain’t been around the galaxy for all that long, but you? You can’t be for real.” You’re very quickly growing very tired of this conversation, so with a huff, you throw your hands up in exasperation. “Rocket, are you gonna stand here and give me riddles for the rest of the day or are you gonna help me?” Said help comes from the tree that’s been busy unloading the ship up until now. “I am Groot.” Your head snaps towards your teammate at the insinuation. “What tracker?” Now it’s Rocket’s turn to look embarrassed, a disappointed sigh and a long, drawn out version of his name leaving your lips. “I thought we talked about this ages ago; you can’t go putting trackers on people without their consent!” He doesn’t seem all that bothered by your outburst as he mocks “Oh boo hoo, y’all constantly whine about that right up until the moment it benefits you - like right now!” But he goes digging through one of the pockets on his belt anyway and holds out the small device he finds to you. Your anger more or less evaporates as you are yet again reminded that Rocket does care, in his own way. You kneel down to his level, take the tracker and give him a hug as you thank him - and just for good measure, press a long, disgusting kiss to his furry cheek as payback for laughing at your predicament. He scrambles out of your hold in obvious discomfort, gagging noises accompanying you as you take your leave, but as usual, he needs to have the last word, shouting “Save the smooches for Goldilocks!!” at your retreating figure.

Not even ten minutes later, you’re looking up at one of the tallest buildings in Knowhere. It’s an old, dilapidated communications tower that is long overdue for demolition; it’s all rusted metal and broken off, jagged edges, entirely impossible to climb without flight capabilities. Out of options, you helplessly check the tracker once more just to make sure that, yes, unfortunately he’s really up there, Rocket’s tech could be trusted on that and squinting up at the top you’re almost sure you see a glimmer of gold. You pocket the device with a shaky inhale and cup your hands around your mouth. “Adam!” you shout, even though you don’t really need to; he’s got enhanced senses, you’re certain he’d be able to hear you even if you whispered. “Adam, I know you’re up there, can you please come down?” Five seconds pass. Then ten. Then thirty. Nothing. “Listen, I know I messed up and I know you’re upset, but this isn’t gonna just go away, we need to talk about it!” A full minute of silence passes this time, dread and anxiety weighing down your shoulders more and more with each second that ticks by. When you speak again, you’re worried about your voice breaking, so it does come out as a whisper this time. “Adam, please. At least give me a chance to fix this.” Head hung low, you run both hands through your hair and over your face with an annoyed groan, upset with both his stubbornness and with yourself for having caused this mess in the first place. Thinking your attempt at a conciliation lost, you turn to leave and almost fall flat on your ass in shock when you find Adam standing there, arms crossed over his chest and glaring at you. “I do not wish to speak with you.”

“And you don’t have to, you just… have to listen for a moment, alright?” It takes him a few long, agonizing seconds to begrudgingly nod and you let out a relieved breath. Despite the hours you’d just spent searching for him, carefully laying out what you wanted to say, you’re drawing a blank at this very moment, but you try anyways. “Okay, look… I’m sorry about what I said earlier, I truly am.” When he scoffs in disbelief you reach for his hand, only to have him pull away, making your heart sink. Ever since he’d started experiencing things for himself and figuring out his likes and dislikes, it’d become clear quite quickly that Adam enjoyed physical affection, especially when you were the one to initiate it. He’d never turned it down - until now. How badly had you messed up?

“I mean that, Adam. It’s just that… I know Ayesha was your family and you miss her, but the person you knew her to be and the person I knew her to be are… quite contrasting. And I honestly don’t think there’s a way for me to reconcile both views with each other. I’ve let you talk about her because it seemed to make you happy, but you have to understand that it’s hard for me to hear praises about a person who was directly responsible for so much suffering and pain in my life. However, I also know that my experiences and rage… blind me, to a certain degree; lumping together all Sovereign isn’t fair, cause everybody’s their own person and can make their own choices, you’ve proven that.”

You can see the gears turning in his head, but he stays quiet and avoids looking at you all the same. You swallow hard around the lump that’s formed in your throat before you continue speaking. “Be that as it may, I also want you to know that you don’t have to accept my apology if you don’t want to.” His eyes are on you in a second and the hopeful tone in his voice when he says ‘I don’t?’ threatens to split your heart in two. “No, you don’t. I’m apologizing because it’s the right thing to do and because I feel absolutely awful about having hurt someone I care so much about. But if you feel that I’ve crossed a line, then…” Clearing your throat to keep your voice from breaking, you feel tears burning behind your eyes. “Then you’re under no obligation to accept it for my sake and I’ll have to live with that. I’ll give you some time to think about it.” Brushing past him, calls of your name fall on deaf ears as you leave, considering that’s just about all the emotional toll you’ll be able to take today.

A pillow tightly clutched to your chest, you’re curled up in bed not much later, tears still fresh on your cheeks. Honestly, you’re not sure why exactly you’re even crying. Because you’re sad at the prospect of having lost a friend? Because, despite of what you said, you wish he’d been less stubborn and just accepted your apology? Because you’re frustrated with yourself over how close you’d allowed the two of you to grow in the first place? It really doesn’t make sense to you. It had taken years for the rest of the Guardians to chip away at the walls you’d built around yourself so that they could squeeze inside, but Adam? A few months was all it had taken for him to get under your skin. For you to look forward to spending time with him everyday. For his laugh to become your favorite sound. For —

Your train of thought gets stopped dead in it’s tracks by a soft knock on your door, immediately followed by the scratching of tiny claws and an all too familiar whine. Wiping your palms over your eyes to get rid of the rest of the wetness staining your face, you scramble out of bed and make your way towards the entrance of your apartment. As expected, you find Adam and Blurp on the other side, the F’Saki slipping inside like he owns the place as soon as he’s able. He makes himself comfortable on the foot of your bed and looks at both of you expectantly, all bright eyes and perked ears. A setup like this normally means movie night, a little tradition you’d started to help Adam get a hold on as many customs as possible while still having fun and not actually throwing him into social interactions that would make everybody involved uncomfortable. For all intents and purposes, with the dim lighting in your room, the messy bed and Adam on your doorstep in his usual sleeping getup of sweatpants and a tank top, it does look like that’s what’s about to happen, you can’t blame the little guy for misinterpreting. Dragging your gaze back to the golden man at your doorstep, you’re surprised to find he doesn’t look half as exhausted as you feel. Matter of fact, this is the calmest and most determined you’ve seen him all day.

“May I come in?” You step aside to let him, gently closing the door behind you both with a quiet click. “I’ve thought about what you told me earlier and I think I’ve come to a conclusion on what I must do.” Dreading what comes out of his mouth next, you can’t seem to muster up the strength to look at him and keep your eyes downcast, only for his hands to enter your field of view and grab hold of your own. “I need to apologize to you.” Your head snaps up to find that he’s completely serious and barely manage to stutter out an incredibly intelligent ‘Huh?’

Adam lightly squeezes your hands when he continues. “Up until you pointed it out, it never occurred to me how the topic of my mother, my people might make you feel. Unintentional or not, my actions hurt someone I care about and I don’t like how it makes me feel. Apologizing is what I should do in that case, correct?” You wrangle with yourself for a second, but then squeeze back gratefully. “Yes, that’s right, and I’m thankful that’s the conclusion you came to, but… Adam, you couldn’t have known. I never said anything about it, instead I let my negative emotions fester and grow until I couldn’t take it anymore and it all came out in the worst way possible. If anything, we’re both a little to blame for this.” Pausing to take a deep breath, you continue with the question you really want answered, even though you’ve got a pretty good idea already. “So… does that mean we’re okay? You’re not upset with me and want me out of your life?” You watch his eyes grow wide in shock and his hands move up to your shoulders to settle there with a firm grip. “Is that what you were afraid of? Why you’ve been crying?” Shrugging as best as you can, you mumble “Kind of? You seemed so angry with me, I just thought I’d crossed a line there was no coming back from and it made me sad, so—“ The sentence stays unfinished as Adam envelops you in a bone crushing hug, even lifting you off the ground a little.

“(y/n), you’re the best thing that’s happened to me since I came into this world and I don’t even want to think about what my life would be like without you in it.” he says, face buried in the crook of your neck and you’re glad for it as you feel heat rising all the way to the top of your ears. Hugging him back just as tight, you reply “I don’t want to think about my life without you in it anymore, either.” Content just being in each other’s arms, you stay like that for a bit, until he breaks the comfortable silence with a quiet call of your name as he carefully puts you back on your feet, to which you respond with a hum of acknowledgment. “Do you really think me incapable of love?” And just like that, the feeling of wanting to throw yourself out an airlock returns; frantically stringing together the word ‘No!’ about ten times as you pull back to properly look at him. “No, of course I don’t, that was just… When people are angry, they’ll sometimes say and do things they don’t actually mean. But I swear I don’t think that about you, how could I? You’re proving the opposite every day.”

“I am?” he questions, brows furrowed, confusion and doubt clear as day and you can’t help but laugh softly as you go to cup his handsome face between your palms. “Oh my sweet Adam, do you really not see it?” Bringing his own hands to lightly hold your wrists, he sighs. “I wasn’t created to love. I was created to kill. To destroy. To bring pain and misery. So when you said that, I was… I am scared you might be right.” Gently running your thumbs over his cheeks, you simply look at your golden boy for a mere moment. The last rays of the artificial sunlight filtering in through your blinds cast him in a beautiful glow; eyes warm like honey, skin glittering like stars and the pattern of slightly darker golden, coppery spots over his nose and cheeks, an imperfection akin to freckles you’re still surprised they let him keep, all the more prominent. Of course he’s capable of love, he has to be. Surely, you wouldn’t fall for someone who wouldn’t be able to—

Oh.

So that’s what that prick of a raccoon had been talking about. With the benefit of hindsight, it honestly baffles you it had taken this long for the other shoe to drop. Adam calling your name is what kicks your brain back into functioning after that epiphany; you blink and shake your head a little before responding. “Sorry, I was just… never mind. Do you… do you really not see how your everyday actions show love?” His eyes flick between yours as he considers your words and then settles on “I’m… not entirely certain what love is supposed to look or feel like.”

“Oh dear, uhm…” you’re unsure if you’ll be able to explain that to him properly, but you’ll be damned if you don’t at least try. “Well… there’s many different forms of love. All similar, but slightly different in some ways. But overall it’s… to deeply care for another being, I guess? When being with them brings you joy? When you want to see them safe and happy? And even though you might wish for that happiness to be with you, it’ll be fine if it’s not cause they matter more to you than yourself.” Your hands have wandered to the base of his neck, fingers buried in the short hair as he cocks his head to the side in thought. “Like you and the rest of the Guardians let Peter Quill and Mantis go on their own paths even though it made you sad to see them go?” Grinning, you nod in confirmation. “Exactly. And the way you took it upon yourself to take care of the animals we saved? The way you adopted Blurp, in spite of what your mother wanted, cause you felt he was sad and lonely? How you went out of your way to make sure I felt comfortable around you? All of that means you care. All of that are ways of showing love.” It’s obvious he’s trying real hard to comprehend everything you’ve just explained to him, but it a lot, so you continue with “Love is one of the most simple and basic emotions in most beings. But navigating it and differentiating between it’s different forms can be difficult - for everyone. There’s no rush though, you can take all the time in the world to figure it all out for yourself. I promise you have nothing to worry about, you’re perfectly fine, okay?”

Adam brings one of his hands from your waist up to cup your cheek and smiles when you lean into his touch. This is what he’d been trying to tell you earlier, when he’d compared you to his mother: He trusts you completely, your judgement, too. You make him feel at peace like no one else in the universe. “Okay.” he replies and you return his smile, just barely containing the urge to pepper kisses over his pretty face and -

Yeah you’re gonna have to deal with this particular mess of emotions sooner rather than later.

The tender moment gets interrupted by Blurp whining at you two, impatiently hopping from one paw to another on the foot of your bed. “It would appear Blurp insists on a movie night. If you feel like it?” you chuckle and Adam happily agrees. So you set up everything as usual and settle on a lighthearted family comedy to watch. But the day’s been long, exhausting and emotionally draining; try as you might your eyes keep drifting shut and you’re out cold ten minutes into the movie.

The golden man jumps a bit when there’s a slight thump against his shoulder, only to find you fast asleep. His focus now on you instead of the movie, tender fingers ghosting over the bandaid on your forehead in concern, he thinks about what you’ve just told him. About what love was supposed to feel like and it dawns on him that yes, the warmth that spreads through his chest all the way down to his feet when you do as little as smile at him must be love. And yet when he’s with you it’s… different from what it felt like to be with his mother or to be with Blurp or the rest of the Guardians. It irks him to not be able to properly discern what makes you special; you’d said there were different forms of love, but how was he supposed to understand the difference?

As you curl into his side more, one arm coming across his chest to hug him and his name subconsciously falling from your lips in a barely audible, sleepy mumble, he realizes it doesn’t matter, nor does he really care, at least not right this moment. For now, it’s enough for him to be certain of the fact that he loves you and you love him - in whatever way.

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strangemaleswaps · 10 months

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Strange Cop Dad Swap

I made my way to the kitchen, expecting some good alcohol since Brittney was rich. Holy shit! There was a huge variety of everything! Now THIS is what I expected at a college party! Who fucking cared if I wasn't even in college yet, or old enough to drink? This shit is crazy!

"What would you like my good sir?" asked some random guy at the table. I didn't think he was an actual bartender, since he was wearing normal clothes. Probably just some weirdo.

"Oh I dunn-" I didn't even finish my sentence when he put something into a shaker and poured it into a red plastic cup. He then handed it to me. Well, I guess if I'm at a college party, I gotta act like a college party guy. I chugged it all down in a second. Suddenly my throat burned like hell.

"Fuck man, one step at a time! Save the chugging for cheap beer. These drinks are classier." He poured me another. "This time baby steps my man."

I was kinda mad, but accepted the drink anyway. I walked back into the living room where people were on the dance floor. I saw my buddy Trent dancing with yet another random girl he just met. I swear that dude solely exists to break hearts.

"Hey! Garrett! Did you get the drinks?

"I got one. If you want one, go get it yourself."

"Ah fuck you! But seriously though aren't you scared your dad's gonna show up? I mean he IS a cop around here."

"Probably not. I'm sure there's lots of parties going on right now. What are the chances that he'd come to this one?” I noticed someone started talking to Brittney. It must've been bad because she widened her eyes and turned the music off. With the new silence in the room, we could hear the blaring police sirens outside.

"Shit who called the cops?" Someone said. The door opened and none other than my stupid dad appeared. His ugly bald head reflected the multicolored lights and he looked around at everyone, while I tried to hide myself behind the crowd. Beside him was the sheriff, Marty. My dad may have been good friends with Marty but he didn’t have to bring the fucking sheriff for something as simple as this.

"Allright allright, party's over. Nobody's getting arrested as long as you cooperate." Everyone started walking out the door and I was exposed. My dad widened his eyes when he noticed me.

"Garrett?! What the fuck are you doing? You know better than that!" He just HAD to start the lecture NOW out of all times, embarrassing me in front of everyone.

"What? I can't come to a party now?"

"Don't try excuses on me! I saw that cup in your hand. What? You expect me to believe that's water? Get in the car. Everybody else move it!” We both started walking outside while Marty stayed to lead the others.

Inside the police car, we were silent for a while until he blew up on me once again.

"I can't believe you were fucking underage drinking! Do you have any idea how irresponsible you are?! You're in your senior year of high school. Do you really think that’s going to be a good habit when you go to college?! You're grounded until graduation. I don't care how harsh that sounds. Graduation you hear?” I knew that nothing I said would change anything so I kept my mouth shut the rest of the car ride.

Back at home, we said nothing to each other as I walked up to my room and slammed the door. About an hour went by and I heard a knock, followed by my dad coming in.

"Hey."

"Go away."

"I just wanted to say that I overreacted a bit back there. It made me so angry seeing the type of person you might’ve ended up as." He was fumbling with his wedding ring. I don't know why he keeps it on anyway. I never knew my mom, and it's clear my dad is divorced so why does he wear a damn wedding ring? He needs to find a girlfriend or something!

“You have no idea how stressful it is! Why can’t I go to some little party just to unwind?”

“I was young once too! I just don’t want you to go down a bad path. You have so much more to learn. This isn’t a good habit to form when you go to college.” It was then that I blew up on him.

“Hey at least I am going to college! Unlike a certain dumbass cop…” His eyes widened and I saw nothing but pure anger on his face,

"I was going to shorten your grounding sentence, but after that attitude not anymore!" He then slammed the door once again.

Trent texted me a bit later, asking if I was going to be able to go to Brittney’s homecoming party. Shit! I forgot about that! There was no way I was going to miss it so we devised a plan for me to sneak out.

The night arrived and I had my plan all set. Trent was going to call the cops on some other party to lure my dad away. When he leaves, Trent will come and pick me up and it's party time! I was in my room pretending to be bored, when right on schedule, my dad came in.

"I got another dumbass party to shut down so stay here, and don't even think about leaving this room. You're still grounded." He had a serious look in his eye.

"Sure sure. I'll be good," I said sarcastically. I looked out the window and as soon as his car was out of sight, I texted Trent. Within minutes he arrived. I quickly got dressed and he picked me up.

"Dude, you're either the bravest guy ever, or the stupidest."

"Hey, I won't stay too long. Just enough to see what it's like really. And then I'll be back in my room before he comes home."

The house was easily twice as packed as the last party, it was incredible. Brittney came down the stairs and approached me with a confused look on her face.

"Hey, wait I thought you were grounded or something. Aren't you afraid your dad is gonna come back? He better not."

"Nah, relax. He's doing some other stupid police work. I won't stay too long anyway."

"Allright, if you say so."

I went to the kitchen, like last time, to find an even bigger variety of drinks! Nobody else was in there so I thought I'd experiment myself this time. I picked up the shaker and started pouring drinks, even though I didn't know what the hell they were. But I didn't care! I'm just glad I was able to sneak away from my dad. I tried the drink and…well it was actually awful. Oh well. I headed to the dance floor and started showing off my moves. I could hear everyone cheering me on until I felt a bit faint. The last thing I remembered was falling over and a couple people looking at me concerned.

When I opened my eyes, I was outside in the dark. What happened? Was I that drunk and they kicked me out? I felt pretty normal though. I walked back up to the door. When I closed it, a draft flew in, which was especially cold on my head for some reason. I let out a deep breath and when I turned around, everyone was staring at me. But it wasn't the type of confused stare I expected; it was a terrified stare. The music stopped and it felt like they were staring into my soul.

"Uh, I'm ok now.” My voice sounded really weird. There was an awkward silence until someone shouted in the back.

"Well party's over…AGAIN!" As everyone started walking out, I noticed Brittney was yelling at someone on the floor.

"Nah, fuck you Garrett. You're not allowed here again. Get up!" Weird coincidence that there was a guy with the same name as me on the dance floor too. As the crowd cleared, I felt a chill down my back as I found “Garrett” looked exactly like me! He seemed to be unconscious. When I approached him and Brittney, she looked up at me…which was weird because we were the same height. Did she get shorter or something?

"Oh uh, he didn't get beat up or anything bad. Just had a few drinks I guess." She spoke so compliantly, unlike the normal way she gives me attitude with every sentence. I noticed the guy on the floor was wearing my clothes too. He didn't just look like me, he WAS me! Was he a clone or something? What's going on? A breeze came through the still-opened door and hit my head again. Why is it so cold up there? I touched the back of my head, and felt a smooth spot. What the fuck? I searched around for my hair…for ANY hair! But all I could find was a smooth bald head. It couldn't be…I looked down at myself and found I was wearing a police officer's uniform, complete with the badge and full utility belt. Brittney stared at me, concerned.

"Is uh everything all right, officer?" No no! Don't call me that!

"I uh, can I use your bathroom?"

"Uh yeah, it's up the stairs and to the left."

As I made my way up and through the hallway, I stared down at my hands, noticing eerily similar things - a wedding ring and a watch that looked exactly like the one my dad wore. I opened the bathroom door and quickly locked it. I gazed into the mirror to find my fears had come true. I turned into my dad!

I grabbed my cheeks and tried pinching them, to make sure it wasn't all a prank and I was just wearing a mask, but nope. I could feel it all. It was real. Fuck! I saw how smooth and shiny my head was; I knew he shaved his head every morning, but I didn't realize how smooth doing that actually made it. It's like a fuckin bowling ball. I hate this! I had long hair before and now it's just all gone! It was freezing up there! I hated cops, so it was really uncomfortable wearing an officer's uniform too.

"Hey are you ok in there?" It was Brittney. I faked a flush and washed my hands.

"Is Garrett still asleep?" It felt weird referring to myself in the 3rd person.

"Yeah he won't wake up."

"I'll just carry him to the car."

Brittany walked to the kitchen, probably to clean up the alcohol before I saw the amount of it. When I got to the living room, I found Marty standing there. He looked up when he approached me and pointed at me.

“Hey you! What do you think you’re doing?” Shit. Does he know?!

“I’m sorry I-” He turned his fake frown into a smile.

“Don’t be. Sometimes we just can’t let anything else come before our duty. Even me.” He leaned over to kiss me. What?! What’s going on? “I guess we’ll have to reschedule that date to some other time.”

A date? Does this mean the whole time, my dad was gay? And for Marty? Was the whole wedding ring thing a facade? Marty actually had one too so maybe they both did it to prevent a scandal within the police department or something? I snapped back to reality when I noticed Marty was still waiting for an answer.

“Uh yeah, sure. Of course!”

“Good! Let me know!” He rubbed my bald head. It was then that I started getting hard …my dad's cock was getting hard. Marty wasn’t my type though! But suddenly the thought of him was making me feel good. Is this because I'm in my dad's body or because he's flirting with me?

I picked up..myself..off the dance floor and put him over my shoulder. I walked over to my dad's police car, and reached into my pocket for the keys to open it. I placed…myself inside, buckled him in, took my phone out of his pocket, and sat down in the driver's seat. I always hated my dad and hated cops in general but it felt pretty awesome actually sitting in the driver's seat of a police car. Like one of those movies where they have to steal one to save the world or something. The flashing lights were still on, but luckily I knew how to turn them off. I pressed the button and began driving home.

When I got home, I picked up my body once again, and carried him. It didn't really occur to me earlier, but if I'm in my dad's body, does this mean he's in my body? Fuck, I can't stand the thought of my dad going around embarrassing me in front of everyone! But he still hadn't woken up yet. What if whatever magical spell made us swap was keeping him asleep? But if he does wake up I need somewhere to put him at least. I walked upstairs and towards his room, and placed him on his own bed. I guess that'll do. I went over to my own room and plopped onto my bed, the pillow feeling extra comfy touching my bare head. I rubbed it again, actually kinda enjoying how it felt. Even though the body belongs to my dad, I'm still borrowing it right now. So I guess I have the freedom to touch myself anywhere. Not that I would want to go…down there. That's my dad's cock, gross! But I'm gonna need to jerk off eventually; I'm already feeling kinda horny now…but why? The thought of Marty crossed my mind and I suddenly was imagining him naked. Shit, not this again. He kinda was cute though, in like a lame cop kinda way. Man, I honestly wanna fuck him now.

At this point my cock was getting so stiff that I could barely take it. I started stripping, taking the heavy utility belt off first. Each garment came off until I was just in my dad's boxers.

I can't believe I was about to do this. I felt around my new dad bod, then peeled the underwear down to see my dad's cock. It was actually pretty big, maybe like 10 inches or so! So nasty…but I had to focus on the thought of Marty to stay hard. I took the underwear off so I was fully nude, laid down on my bed and started jerking it. I imagined Marty cornering me against the wall, kissing me until he grabbed my cock. He then got down on his knees and started sucking it until…I was pulled out of my fantasy and came. The white load shot all over my bed, much further than I could ever do in my body! After the climax wore off, I realized how gross it was that my dad's cum was all over my bed. But it felt so good! Actually, I have no clue how long I'm gonna be like this, or how long my dad is going to stay asleep so I could definitely take over his life for a bit. I'm not grounded anymore! Even better, I guess I'm a cop now so I have power and authority! I took my dad's phone - I mean MY phone - and called up Marty.

"Hey Marty, I have an idea…”

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skyloftian-nutcase · 4 months

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Abel watched the boy from the fire.

The Fierce Deity was always full of some surprise or another. He’d grown used to it. But when the mystical being had asked for their help and then just disappeared, only to be replaced by a teenager, Abel had realized that he truly could never fathom just how insane that god was.

Who was this child? Did the deity summon him? Was this some other form of Fierce? The teenager had asked questions that made no sense, was in awful condition… clearly the two were connected, but how was still evading him.

Rusl tried to be kind and helpful. Abel wasn’t going to withhold supplies or help from the boy, but… he didn’t know who he was. He was still trying to figure this out. Should they get him to a local settlement and leave him to be taken care of? No… Fierce had asked them to help. He’d trusted them.

The blonde teenager was ill and weak, spending most of his time sleeping. He’d asked about a sprite (so was he part of Fierce’s mythical friends, then?) before promptly passing out. Rusl hovered worriedly around him, being a mother hen far more than Abel was.

If Fierce asked us to look after him, then he’s trustworthy, he tried to remind himself. It was a natural tendency at this point, to view any stranger as an enemy. His younger age didn’t change that. Abel sighed, trying to ease the tension in his body.

Eventually, the two men decided who would take watch when, and Rusl settled to sleep for half the night. Abel continued to watch the teenager silently, keeping a little bit of broth warm over the fire in case he woke.

When the boy’s blue eyes fluttered open an hour or so later, Abel walked slowly towards him.

The boy spoke first. “Where am I?”

“Hyrule,” Abel answered. The teenager gave him an impressively exasperated look, despite his exhaustion. “Who are you?”

“I’ll answer if you tell me the same thing,” the teenager countered. Abel detected a familiar presence to him, a trained discipline that came with being a soldier. The boy was on edge, but he hid his fear well, despite his weakness.

Abel slowly knelt down to be closer to eye level with him. “I’m a knight of Hyrule… I suspect you are too, child?”

There was no way he was a knight from Abel’s Hyrule, of course. He was far too young to have been trained prior to the Calamity. He must have been from Fierce’s land.

The young one looked him from head to toe, raising an eyebrow. “You don’t look like a knight.”

“You look like a homeless child,” Abel replied dully. “If it weren’t for your age, I’d think you’re one of my land’s soldiers.”

“Hyrule is my land too. My name is Link. You might’ve heard of me.” The teenager said with some weight to his words before he collapsed back into a fit of coughing.

Abel blinked. Blinked again. Link?

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” he muttered. The deity had two heroes?! None of this made sense!

“If you’re a traitor, you’re making a p-pitiful attempt at—at—” Link tried to quip, too breathless to really get a full sentence out.

Abel felt his chest burn a little with anger, but he held himself in check. “I am no traitor, boy. You come from a different Hyrule than I.”

Link stared. “Oh goddess, not again.”

Again?!

“What happened to the Fierce Deity?” Link asked. “I was wearing his mask when—”

The boy cut himself off, scrambling to his hands and knees in a frantic search for something, but he could hardly hold his weight, nearly face planting into the earth. Abel caught him, gently easing him back into the bedroll as he tried to process everything he’d just heard.

Again. That meant this Hero in particular was used to traversing different lands. And what mask? What was he talking about? Wearing his mask? Did that summon the deity?

Wait. Was that why the boy was so ill and weary?

Abel’s gaze wandered towards the boy’s clothes, towards the blue scarf he’d been wearing. It was the sash Fierce always wore, though the embellishments were slightly different.

“Fierce has been out companion,” Abel explained quietly, trying to calm both his own racing thoughts and the boy’s. “He told us to take care of you.”

Link tried sitting up again. “But—”

“Lie down, Link.”

“I don’t even know who you are!”

“Abel,” he introduced himself. “I’ve commanded heroes before. Now listen to orders and lie down, soldier.”

Link bit his lip, complying. “I… I g-guess we’re not in my Hyrule, then?”

“No,” Abel confirmed quietly, tucking the boy in. “I’m afraid not. But you’re safe. Now rest.”

Link settled a little under the gentle touch, though his eyes still held worry. “Someone was—there were people attacking me before I…”

“Probably the Yiga,” Abel figured. “We’re hunting them down. Somehow, they’ve gotten the ability to travel to different worlds.”

“Yiga?”

“Traitors to the crown.”

Link’s eyes widened a moment before narrowing ferociously. The fierceness of the gesture was lost when he started coughing again. Abel handed him some water, and he drank slowly but gratefully.

“We’ll sort this out,” Abel assured him, patting his shoulder a little. “Now rest. I’ll keep watch.”

Eventually, Link fell back asleep. Abel resumed his place by the fire, watching him.

He had a lot to figure out.

#writing #Dad Squad #abel #rusl #Hyrule warriors link #the captain #I guess that’ll be his nickname for the story

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ztarvokwrites · 6 months

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Dracule Mihawk - Actions Speak Volumes

a/n: yo yo yo! had this scenario in my head for a few days n decided to write abt it before i lose my train of thought haha! here u go <3

synopsis: it's only when you finally snap that he realises just how much you're hurting, thus he does everything he can to make it up to you.

reader is gn!

warnings: none, just angst, fluff, comfort, maybe a bit of sexual tension at the end if you squint hard enough.

word count: 1,626

Your actions as of recent have been nothing short of frustratingly annoying. After Mihawk returned from a 3-month escapade for only the best supplies for the Guild (he does not trust Buggy’s lackeys), you’ve been acting uncharacteristically cold towards him. Alvida knows what’s bothering you, yet refuses to tell him why you’re suddenly so ice cold, a harsh and bitter contrast to your warm and kind personality that he adored so much.

“You should already know that, seeing how you’re so perceptive of everything,” She says as he asks once again what your problem is. His eyes are on you as you silently help Cabaji set up some weapons in case they need to battle the Navy again. “But, if you can’t see they’re hurting because of you, you’re dumber than I thought.”

“And what exactly did I do to them, may I ask? All I did was go out for supplies,” Mihawk responds sharply, looking at the young woman beside him from the corner of his eye. Alvida looks at him, dumbfounded at the density of the former Warlord. She grunts, putting her hands on her hips.

“Yeah, for 3 whole months without telling them,” Exclaims the woman, brows furrowing as she looks towards you, arms folding over her chest again. “Honestly, I’m surprised they’re still with you considering how bad you’ve been treating them!”

This made his head snap towards her so fast that Alvida jolted back, eyes wide in fear. His golden eyes, usually cold and unfeeling, look surprised at her statement. Surely she’s bluffing, right? Mihawk can’t recall treating his partner poorly. Sure, they might’ve had a little argument here and there, but he was still devoted to them.

“...What makes you think I am treating my beloved so poorly?” He asks, his cold voice holding an edge of offence to Alvida’s accusation.

“Well…” Alvida hesitates, voice weak for a moment before she continues speaking with confidence. “You haven’t been spending much time with them, your attitude towards them is just downright mean, you brush off their concerns like they’re a waste of time, and-”

“Alvida,” You interrupted, walking up to her with your arms folded. “Stop complaining, would you? Me venting to you when I’m drunk doesn’t permit you to go to Dracule about our relationship troubles. This is something between Dracule and I, so keep your nose out of it.”

Dracule.

You’ve never used his first name before, let alone with such… Unfathomable coldness. Mihawk stares — no, gawks at you, his stoic expression faltering slightly into one of pure confusion. Was what Alvida said true? When your eyes meet his, he watches as you narrow your gaze, a silent command for him to speak to you privately now that he knows too much. His gaze holds your own for a few seconds until you walk away. Following you, he tries to strike up a conversation, but you shoot his attempts down with a simple, “We’ll talk when we’re in private, so be quiet and follow me.”

And so, in uncomfortable silence, Mihawk follows you into your shared tent, staring at you with his arms crossed as you sit at the table. You speak first before he can even open his mouth, airing out your grievances and spilling your heart to the man, knowing he can shrug it off like before. You speak of the neglect as of late, how he has been nonchalant and uncaring towards you, how you’ve been feeling unloved by the man and how you’ve been constantly put aside now that you’ve all formed the Cross Guild.

And perhaps you’ve seen this coming — no, you have seen this coming; the way he deflects and tries to downplay how badly he’s been treating you because he simply refuses to believe it. Of course, this turns into an argument that eventually gets heated, as tears sting your eyes and threaten to spill down your cheeks. You’re practically screaming at this point, desperately trying to get him to see your point of view.

“For once in your life, Dracule,” There you go again, using his first name as if it were venom on your tongue. “Think about me! Think about us! Instead of your top priority being disappearing without a trace for months on end, making me worried sick about you — you should be prioritising what this relationship means to you because this means everything to me! You mean everything to me!”

Mihawk goes silent at your outburst, his arms unfolding and resting by his sides as his attention falls on you. He’s not focused on what he refuses to believe anymore, he’s only focused on you. Only you. It’s like his world stops once he sees your grief-stricken face, your tears finally escaping your tear ducts and caressing your cheeks as they drift down to your chin, your lips pulled into a tight frown. His face remains stoic as he listens, finally listens to you.

Oh, how he wants to hold you in his arms and apologise, but he doesn’t. He just lets you yell at him and open his eyes to the truth… But you’re gone once you’re done speaking, you're pushing past him and walking out of the tent to get some well-deserved air. The former Warlord steps out of the tent, trying to see where you ran off to, but you are nowhere to be seen.

It’s then that he decides he’s going to make it up to you. He isn’t a fool, he knows he hasn’t been as affectionate as of late, and this argument has made him realise just how much he’ll lose if he loses you. Mihawk certainly doesn’t want to lose you, not after all you’ve been through together.

Throughout the day, he gives you your space but finds little things that remind him of you as he explores what Emptee Bluff’s Island has to offer. Whether it be flowers or your favourite drink in the town that’s opposite Buggy’s Town, he soon returns with three or four bags of gifts and groceries — ignoring the questioning looks on peoples’ faces as he casually carries the heavy bags to your shared tent with ease.

As the week progresses, he slowly starts giving you these gifts in secret, leaving them in your chair or your side of the bed in the morning. Whenever you’d see them, your heart would skip a beat and ache with confusion before a small blush would rise to your cheeks. You know he’s a man of few words, so you are glad he is acknowledging you like this.

Finally, the time comes for the perfect last gift — a romantic dinner under the stars, far away from the chaos of the Guild, even if it was just for an hour or two. You show up wearing your best outfit, a little nervous as it’s been a while since the argument and neither of you have properly talked since. It’s not hard to find the spot, as the candles on the grass illuminate the blanket that you find your partner patiently sitting on. A small pang in your heart strikes as he lifts his head, his golden eyes meeting your gaze and scanning over your outfit.

You can almost see it, the way his eyes light up behind his cold exterior upon seeing you dressed up like this. Honestly, it makes you flustered the way he just stares at you before motioning you to come forward and take a seat beside him.

“...I thought I’d treat you to something special tonight,” Begins Mihawk, pouring you a glass of wine as you sit down beside him. With a small smile, you take the glass from him and have a sip. “...I’ve been thinking about what Alvida had exposed to me, and what you said during our latest quarrel about a week ago.” A lump forms in your throat as you swallow the sip of your drink, feeling dread fill your stomach. There’s a small silence that overtakes you both as you avoid his gaze, looking up at the stars as he looks at you with those piercing eyes.

“...I don’t want to lose you like I almost did before,” Mihawk continues, staring at you as he puts his drink down on the blanket, his hand gently touching your forearm. “So let me make it up to you. I’m sorry, I promise to never make you feel unloved ever again.” You avert your gaze from the stars, finally looking towards him with tears glistening in your eyes. The hand that rests on your forearm now caresses your cheek, wiping away a stray tear that dares to slide down your flushed skin with his calloused thumb.

“...You’re an asshole sometimes, Mihawk,” You respond, your tone slightly playful yet mixing with a twinge of hurt. “You don’t notice how much you hurt me until it’s too late, and you’re a man with so few words that it surprises me you argue back… But, somehow, you eventually find the right words to say and I come crawling back to you. But I’ve noticed that this time, it’s different. Your actions have spoken volumes louder than your voice has, and it…” You stop rambling once you take in the way he’s looking at you.

The way a small smile barely tugs at his stoic lips, the way his golden eyes soften and pupils dilate as he takes you in. You blush, yet he finds himself smiling just a little more, his thumb gently rubbing your cheek. The two of you find yourselves leaning in, and for a moment you think your lips are going to collide, but instead, Mihawk opens his mouth to say, “Would you like to see what I’ve prepared for this evening, my dear?”

starnote: i'm sleepy :)

dividers by @/ saradika!

#ztarvokwrites #one piece #dracule mihawk #op mihawk #one piece mihawk #mihawk x reader #hawkeye mihawk #cross guild #dracule mihawk x reader

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yellow-berrys · 2 years

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december boy, losing joy | sirius black x fem!reader

summary: rockstar!sirius black proposing to you, and the show that made him realise he would do it. established relationship.

warnings: none, allusions to a rough childhood and mention of cigarettes

(a/n: song in this drabble is original <3, really just a bit of prose italicised!)

“This next song is about a girl,” James fiddles with the knobs on his guitar, his voice cracking through the microphone. The crowd screams.

“That’s right, Prongs,” Sirius grins from his place at the piano, “My girl. My biggest motivation and even though she might not be my biggest fan, I certainly am hers,” he takes a swig of water.

He sweeps a glance around the arena, girls at the front drinking beer, some girls waving their undergarments at him, some guys drinking beer, some guys waving their undergarments at him. Some look envious and disappointed. Some are “awhhh”ing.

He catches your eye in the VIP box, you grinning, barely visible as you stare at him.

“And you’d be surprised that Sirius did pick up a pen and a book for this,” Remus drawls from his position at the bass.

“She’s certainly special enough,” Sirius looks up at you and winks, “Many of you might’ve heard it on the radio. Remus likes to call it “a lover’s musings” but I call it “December Boy, Losing Joy.” Yells and shouts echo as Sirius removes his earpiece. His eyes widen as he hears the noise and he puts it back in. You smile. You love seeing your boyfriend in his element.

A bra is thrown onto the stage and someone yells, “Pick it up!”

“Sorry people, but I’m taken. Remember, I haven’t done it since ever.”

“No need to be jealous either,” Remus quips into his microphone, “Loving a two year old is harder than it sounds.”

“Hey!”

“Right, boys. We good to go?” James asks.

“Ready.”

James taps a hollow beat on his guitar slowly. The audience is quiet for once, as if instructed to do so. Remus starts strumming his bass, pick moving slowly as the sounds reverberate around the room. The tune is sweet and pleasant. You tap your foot slowly to it up in the box. Unknowingly, Lily is filming your reaction to it. You look down and follow the lyrics on the little card given to you by Sirius, waiting for him to begin. His eyes are closed, light illuminating his high cheekbones. You look at him like he’s your whole world and more.

He starts playing too. The melody is a toned down version of the Pop-esque one that you’ve listened to on Spotify so many times. You never knew the song was about you, thinking it was Remus’ penning or James’ tribute to Lily. But it’s beautiful. It’s also acoustic, you think, it gives the song a certain ethereal, timeless quality. Combined with your boyfriend with his hair up, eyelashes so long, eyes sparkling, you think this must be heaven.

Sirius’ deep voice is angelic. “I was a December boy / Losing joy,” he sings. The crowd wave their phones to and fro, “Pretending I smoked cigarettes / Pretending I had no regrets.”

“Never one to be semantic / Always crude, brutal, unromantic,” The lyrics, now that you’ve thought about it, are undeniably Sirius’.

“I was stone cold / And standing on my future’s threshold,” he smiles, “I was an incorrigible man / Shortening lifespan. My excuse was that I’m young / In years I haven’t spoken my mother tongue,” the crowd sings along.

You hope the photographer they’ve hired is taking photos, because the warm spotlight illuminates where happy tears stain his porcelain skin.

“December boy / Losing joy / Saying I’ll leave this town / Never wanting to settle down / December boy / Cast iron alloy / Wasn’t one who loved enough / Always trying to call your bluff.”

“You were picture perfect / An idyllic circus,” you smile, idyllic, you had taught him that word, “Sweeping December clean / Smothering my burning gasoline / Never condescending of my ways / Lustrous, beaming gaze / What more, you cherish my past / Saying you don’t mind being my last / And you love the parts of me which I don’t / You tell me you will never leave me, you won’t.”

“I was a maximalist before I knew you / Rings on every finger, clouded world view / But you became my everything and now I need nothing more / And I told you this when you were unsure / Pretty thing / Please never leave me wondering / Where you are / I’m just a man without you, not a rockstar.”

“December boy / Losing joy.”

You sing along, reading the words, until there’s a diversion of them. You flip the card, but there are only lyrics to other songs there. The mood turns brighter.

“I was a December boy / Wearing black corduroy / Never one to be semantic / Now I’m a hopeless romantic / Not afraid of drowning in love anymore / Because my boat has arrived at your shore.”

“I tell everyone I’m going to marry you / Down Pleasant Crescent near Lover’s Avenue,” The crowd yells and shouts, “And this isn’t a proposal / You deserve one that is more than ambrosial,” he grins up at you, eyes smudged with adoration.

“And I cannot believe / Heart stealing thief / That I was once a December boy / Losing joy.”

The song goes viral. Everywhere on the internet you can see the tag #decemberboy, and the Marauders, however popular they already are, grow their fanbase tenfold. Sirius records the alternate version of the song again and he names it “December Boy, Losing Joy (Her Version)”.

The PR manager is very impressed, and gives all the boys a holiday. Remus goes home to see his old flame, James takes Lily on a trip to Honolulu and you and Sirius stay home. You’ve talked about getting married, and both of you are very keen on it. It’s just that Sirius is busy most of the time and the opportunity hasn’t ever arisen. But Sirius secretly has a ring picked out for you, one that he’s seen you look at when you think he wasn’t watching you at the mall. Lily has sent him the video of you beaming when marriage came up in his song, so he thinks you definitely like the idea.

Lily and James should arrive the Sunday after, you learn, but they’re coming home earlier. Remus is already back but re-doing his house.

Sirius comes into the room where you’re tapping on your computer, “Do you want to go on a date, pretty? The restaurant near the beach?”

Your cheeks heat up, “Now?”

“When else?” He laughs, and he’s already wearing a suit. It clings to his body in all the right ways and makes you flustered and hot. His eyes gaze at you intensely.

“Everything okay, lovely?” He stoops down to curl a stray lock of hair back. You’re still a blushing idiot in front of him, after all these years.

“Yeah,” you choke out, leaving quickly, “I’ll get dressed.”

You had bought a new dress just a few weeks before, Remus’ old flame begging you to go date night shopping with her.

You slip it on, getting ready with the aim to look date-able. Grabbing your things, you meet Sirius in the walk-in-closet, where he’s studying his ties intricately. He turns in greeting and he smiles cheesily, “Wow.” He’s blushing now too.

He picks out one that matches your dress.

“You’re really, really beautiful,” he says as you tie his tie for him.

You look up at him bashfully, “Just tryna catch up with you, handsome.”

“You don’t need to catch up with me, beautiful.”

All the way to the restaurant, he’s tense. He feels your small hand on his thigh, patting him.

“You okay, Siri?”

“Yeah.”

His hands grip the steering wheel tightly, and his knuckles turn white.

“Are you sure, honey?”

You’re so sweet he almost wants to ask you here. Even though the ring is still in Remus’ pocket. But he forces a smile, “Great.”

Sirius is not normally this tense, but the meal is nice and he’s perfect. Instead of leading you back to the car, he pads onto the sand nearby, “You coming?”

“Shoes, Siri, shoes.”

You sit down and he takes them off for you, holding them.

“Why are we here?”

“The view is nice, I thought you’d appreciate it.”

“It is.”

You bask in the worldliness of it all. You miss Remus approaching quietly and handing Sirius the ring, having mastered the art of slinking away. It’s only when you see all of your friends approaching, a camera in every second person’s hand, when you frown. You turn to Sirius. He’s looking at you like he’s infatuated, and shakily gets down on one knee, dropping your shoes and taking your hands into his. Is this really about to happen?

“My love, I love you with all my heart and I promised to give you a proposal more than ambrosial so here it is. These last few years have made me realise that I want to spend the rest of my life with you by my side and let everyone else know that too. I want to love you as much as I can, and I want you to be with me in everything that I do, everywhere I go. Will you continue making me the happiest man in the world and marry me? Please?”

The delivery is short and sweet, Sirius’ way of doing things. You grin, throwing your arms around him.

“Yes. Yes!”

Sirius breaks out into a big smile, and slides the ring you had been marvelling at the other day on your finger.

He lifts you and kisses you, deep and passionate and loving. Your friends cheer.

You spend the rest of the night on the beach with your December boy, finding joy.

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vintageaurelia · 9 months

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knitting club (Thomas Thorne x Reader drabble)

note: hi fellas. this is my first time writing something like this and POSTING it. I'm a little nervous ngl! But just bear with me I swear I'll improve 😊. anywho! feel free to shoot some silly little requests my way!

Also! apologies if you don't have any clue about knitting, I personally do and I based this off a singular Thomas quote LOL.

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The club meetings Alison was hosting in the home proved to be bothersome for some of the ghosts, annoyed at how many people were visiting the house every day. Between the AA meetings and just the most random topics you could ever think of being discussed, it was something not everyone was entirely interested in. Though everyone loved to tune into the AA meeting every once in a while, for some juicy stories.

You on the other hand? You stuck around for all the art based clubs, it reminded you of when you were alive and could do all this work with your hands.

The knitting club proved to be one that you could watch for hours, it's one of the hobbies you missed a lot. Looking around at all of the cute creations everyone was making and talking about their families and different stories they had from the day filled your soul with a sort of warmth.

As this week's meeting began, you sat on the old beat up couch, watching all the young, old, women and men fill the seats, excited about what progress they made over the week. Unbeknownst to you though, a certain poet was walking past the room to see you sitting in there alone, with the group that had no idea you were there.

Thomas was never really fond of the knitting club, he felt it was boring and it wasn’t worth his time to sit and watch other people knit while talking about their grandkids or their in-laws. But maybe he could learn to like it? Maybe just for you?

He walked into the room silently as you were enchanted by all the people getting ready to start the meeting. “Good evening dear (Y/N),” Thomas greets you with a slight bow and a polite smile on his face. You light up and wave to him “Hi! Are you here for the knitting club? I thought you didn’t like them?” Thomas freezes up before responding with a quick agreement. “I just thought I might’ve judged them a little too hard at first, so I thought I would give them another chance,” this makes you smile and you go back to watching the group.

He had to admit it's not as boring as he remembered, but it still wasn’t super enjoyable for him. But boy did it make him gleam seeing you get up and tell him what everyone was making and why.

By the end of the meeting, he learned one of the older women was making a blanket for her new grandson, and a young man was making a hat for his wife as a Christmas gift. Part of him wished he could do something like that for you, just because he realized how excited you get about this stuff.

“Say (Y/N), did you know how to knit when you were living? You seem to know quite a bit.” You nod, “It was a big hobby of mine. I spent a lot of time and money on blankets and hats, which now thinking about it, probably paid off. Because now my family has something handmade to remember me.” You smile, but it hurts to think about sometimes.

Thomas reads you like a book, he realizes how emotional you are getting. He places a supportive hand on your shoulder.

You both lock eyes, getting lost with one another. Thomas soon breaks eye contact to glance over at the people knitting mindlessly.

“I know that being stuck here isn’t ideal, and not being able to do the things you love isn’t ideal either. But isn’t it splendid you can still appreciate it? Even if you cannot do it, isn’t the true gift appreciation?” He states, so matter of factly you can’t even begin to argue. “That was actually very poetic.” Both of you smile at each other.

“I also appreciate you, Thomas.”

“I feel the same exact way, my dearest.”

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I hope you all enjoyed! Probably not the best work ever, but I thought it was cute :)

#thomas thorne #thomas thorne x reader #bbc ghosts #x reader #bbc ghosts fanfic

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writeforfandoms · 1 year

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Fall Into Me 11

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Rose has more support now than she knows what to do with. Rudy surprises her, in a very good way.

Warnings: Swearing, the guys do hover a bit, plotting and planning (the good kind), Gaz is a menace (affectionate).

Word count: 1.4k

Eventual Rose x 141 x Rodolfo x Alejandro poly

Rose wasn’t sure exactly why things had changed, but that Incident was the real start of the change. That entire week, either Gaz or Soap showed up in the morning and insisted on staying to help. Somehow, all of their numbers ended up in her phone. (She knew it was Gaz, even though she hadn’t seen him do it.) On Wednesday, Soap manned the front while Rose had an impromptu interview with a young man who’d walked in asking after the “help wanted” sign.

Thursday had an entirely different kind of surprise.

“You should have told me you were finally starting an Instagram for this place!” Kelly, one of her regulars who worked upstairs, gushed. “I’ve got some cute pics, I’ll tag the shop in them!”

“Uh.” Rose blinked at her, completely thrown. “Thanks?”

Kelly just beamed at her, taking her coffee and leaving.

Instagram page?

Rose turned slowly to look at Gaz, who was just coming out of the back. He didn’t even look abashed, just shrugging when she met his gaze.

“Did you do this?”

“It’ll help business,” Gaz said with an easy shrug. “Besides, you’ve got such a cozy place here, it’s very photogenic.”

Rose huffed. “Fine, do whatever you want, but don’t expect me to help. I’m terrible at social media.”

“I’ve got it handled.” Gaz grinned, dropping an easy arm over her shoulders. “Don’t you even wanna see the page, love?”

“Oh, alright. Go on, show off.” But Rose still smiled indulgently, leaning a little into his side. He was warm and she felt all too comfortable with him.

Gaz squeezed her shoulders a little and used his free hand to show her the page for the coffee shop. It was very nice, she had to admit. He’d gotten some great pictures, including one of the empty store (and she wasn’t entirely sure how he’d managed that).

“Wow. These are really good. Think you might’ve missed your calling as a photographer.” Rose flipped back to her favorite picture - a mug of tea next to a vase of flowers, warm morning sunshine spilling across the table.

“Gonna make me blush, love.” But Gaz grinned at her, giving her another little squeeze. “I can send you this one if you want?”

“Sure.” Rose hesitated then, licking her lips, glancing up at him. “Actually…”

“Yeah?” His gaze flitted to her before he navigated to his texts, already loading the picture to send to her.

“Do you have a picture of all of you? All of your office, I mean.” Rose felt herself warm and hoped she wasn’t blushing much. “I’d love a group picture of you all.”

“I can get you one.” Gaz gave her one last squeeze before he let his arm drop. “You got any plans this weekend?”

Rose sighed, shrugging a little. “Thinking I might do half-days,” she admitted. “At least until I can hire a couple people and get them trained.”

“A couple people?” Gaz looked interested.

“Yeah. Be a good idea to have backup, and that will make it easier if I need to take an actual day off and not just weekends.” Rose shrugged again. It made sense to her.

Gaz nodded. “Good thinking,” he agreed. “You want help?”

“You have managed to be down here every day,” Rose scolded. “I appreciate the thought, very much so, but you need downtime too.”

“Love, this is nothing.” He grinned, amused. “We all used to be in much more stressful situations.”

“Don’t care,” Rose grumbled. “The answer is still no.”

Gaz huffed and shook his head. But he didn’t argue further - whether because he was giving in or just reevaluating his plan, Rose wasn’t sure.

He didn’t bring up the topic again, and they worked easily through the lunch rush. Gaz ushered her off to eat after that, holding down the fort.

“I need to run upstairs,” he said once she was back.

“Of course. Go. Shoo. You could have said so sooner.” Rose frowned at him.

“It’s nothing serious,” Gaz assured her, unable to resist pulling her in for a quick hug. “I’ll be back.”

Rose watched him go, shaking her head. He had way too much energy. And was too cavalier about his own time. A side effect of his career prior to this, maybe.

Either way. She’d keep an eye on him, make sure he didn’t overwork himself. (Well, she’d do the same thing for all of them, actually.)

The afternoon was quiet, giving her time to do some inventory and ordering. She also got caught up on some of the family news, smiling when she saw a cousin had gotten a sort-of promotion and a special assignment. Actually, that seemed like something she should mention to Rodolfo and Alejandro - they might be able to help her cousin, and the other way around. Hm. Now that was something to consider.

Her musing was interrupted by a text from Gaz. A picture of the group of them, all squished together in the office. Soap was grinning broadly at the camera, as was Gaz. Rodolfo and Alejandro looked amused more than anything. Ghost just stared straight into the camera, and Price looked exasperated but amused.

She immediately saved the photo and tucked her phone away again.

Gaz didn’t come back down, which was fine. He didn’t actually work at the coffee shop, after all.

But Rodolfo did come down, smiling at her.

“Hi, Rodolfo.” She leaned one hip against the counter. “What can I get for you?”

“Actually, I have a question for you, bonita.” He stopped opposite her, holding her gaze.

“Yeah?” Rose blinked at him, curious.

“Do you have any plans Saturday evening?” He swallowed, a little nervous, but didn’t back down. “Alejo and I would love to have you for dinner.”

Rose blinked, lips parting in surprise. “I’m free,” she agreed, trying not to answer too quickly. “That sounds wonderful.”

“I can meet you here?” He offered her a hopeful smile. “I could show you a few recipes, if you like.”

Her answering smile was bright and she nodded eagerly. “Absolutely,” she agreed. “But let me take care of dessert, please?”

“Won’t say no to that.” His smile widened. “What time should I be here?”

Rose tapped her fingers against the counter. “I’m planning to close at 2, so any time around then.”

He nodded, leaning forward a little. “Got it,” he murmured. He paused then, looking at her more closely, and his shoulders relaxed a little before he smiled. “You look happier.”

“Do I?” Rose could feel herself blushing, tempted to duck her head. But she didn’t.

“You do. Is a good look on you, bonita.” His smile widened, one hand lifting to brush a finger over the apple of her cheek.

Rose did duck her head then, unable to hold his gaze. Rodolfo hummed softly, letting his hand fall, apparently unwilling to push.

“Alejo and I will be off-site tomorrow,” he told her, gently steering her back to steadier topics, giving her time to compose herself again. “But I will be here Saturday by 2.”

“Okay.” Rose took a deep breath and then smiled, a little shy and a lot pleased. “I hope it all goes well tomorrow for you two.”

“We’ll tell you all about it on Saturday.” He paused. “Well. What we can tell you.”

Rose nodded her understanding. “So long as you don’t get in trouble.”

“With Price?” He outright snorted. “Would take a lot more than telling you too much.”

Curiosity made her lean forward a bit, but good sense held her back from asking. “Even so.”

He nodded, just once, gaze intent on hers. “Even so,” he agreed softly. “I should go. Have a good rest of your day.”

“You too.” Rose couldn’t help but smile as he left, excitement rising in her chest.

Saturday could not come fast enough for her.

Fortunately, Friday went quickly and easily, with another person coming in for an interview. That one went well, and Rose made a mental note to call them back next week. Soap spent a good portion of the day in the shop, warm and easy.

Really, Rose had no idea how she’d gotten so lucky with these guys, but she had. She made another mental note to find a way to show them how much she appreciated them.

A look at the calendar gave her an idea, and she hummed to herself. That might just work.

She just needed a big enough kitchen.

But that could be figured out later. For now, she had to finish out the day. And the next.

No problem.

#fall into me #eventual poly #poly vibes #poly 141 x fem oc #fem oc x 141 x rodolfo x alejandro

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bri-in-ur-attic · 2 years

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One should keep their Promises

Yandere?Ayato x gn!reader (sfw)

Skipped the Irodori event from a long ass time ago now so there’s prob inaccurate info abt it here

I tried to make Ayato as little of a yandere as possible while also being one lol, he’s just mostly obsessed and delusional

yall this fic took me forever to do, its the longest one ive ever written too over 3k sheesh (started this bitch back in April of last year holy shit)

warnings: minor yan themes??, very little spoilers for Ayato’s past, smiiiiidge angst

remember behavior like this irl is shitty behavior that should never be condoned. this is PURELY FICTION I wrote this for fun and to improve my writing

Back when times were simple, back when Ayato’s beloved parents were still alive and when he could enjoy his childhood, a young teen Ayato snuck out of the estate just for the fun of it, he wanted to feel the rebellious energy of breaking the rules, he was just going to be out for an hour or two. Ayato took a kitsune mask with him to conceal his identity and made it to Chinju Forest, then that was when he heard it, the sound of an Shamisen playing along with a sweet humming to harmonize with

He almost mistakes you for an beautiful spirit, Ayato took off the mask for a second to witness your performance with his own eyes

Putting the mask back on, he carefully strolls towards you and taps your shoulder

You flinched and turn around to see someone your age with a kitsune mask, he waved at you and you give a small nervous wave back

“I apologize if I had startled you, but I like how you play your instrument! Could you perhaps continue?”

“O-oh uhm, s-sure!..”

Little you was still flustered but still managed to play your Shamisen skillfully.

Even with a bit of a awkward first meeting, the two of you got along well with together, so much so that you two would continue to meet up for the next three months, although Ayato would continue to wear his kitsune mask, not that he didn’t trust you, he put it on as precaution if scummy people were to encounter the heir of the Kamisato clan out in the open vulnerable, it would endanger not only himself, but you as well.

You seemed to enjoy Ayato’s company and vice versa

Though Ayato might’ve enjoyed yours a little much as even at a young age he wanted to marry you already, he knew it had to be love at first sight!

The two of you experienced what Ayato couldn’t have back at home, companionship of another his age

Then at the third month of meeting up with each other, he dropped the proposition

“Y/n, marry me.”

You obviously were taken aback by his sudden proposal, not only did you just reach your teens, the two of you knew each other for only three months!

“What?? Isn't it too early to even think about that?”

“I mean when we’re grown up, when we’re adults, let's marry!”

You still seemed hesitant as you met each other only three months ago! The kitsune-masked boy didn't even tell you his name for crying out loud!

“I still don’t know, I mean, you haven’t even told me your name yet and I don’t even know what you look like.” you say with a little pout

Ayato thought your expression was very cute but his heart clenches a little, he wants to badly reveal his identity, but he can’t risk it, and he didn’t want you change your view of him if you found out that he was from a high noble clan, just not now

He then reached for your hands

“I promise I will tell and show you who I am one day, please just trust me Y/n.”

The expression on your face doesn’t change, Ayato was getting worried

With sigh, you suddenly lean your forehead on his mask-covered forehead

Ayato was shocked by your immediate move of intimacy and he was thankful for the mask covering up his blushing cheeks which were now red as beets, but he had no complaints as he wraps his arms around you

Now it was your turn to be shocked, but you slowly lean into his body, you inhaled the scent of his clothing through your nose a bit, he definitely had a scent that implied he was from a noble clan, but you didn’t care, you loved him for him

“Promise me that you’ll marry me Y/n.”

“I promise.”

But the kitsune-masked boy never returned after that day

You came back every day for him hoping he would return, but he never did. This was the first time you’ve experienced heartbreak, you felt betrayed, abandoned, maybe that boy was just toying with you for his own amusement, maybe you were just a plaything that he got bored of and forgot about after playing with your feelings. And so you decide to stop showing up and move on with life.

Over the years you still continued to play your Shamisen despite the lingering sad memories you’ve had because of it. Of course, you managed to move on and not be a slave of the heartbreak and putting all your passion on music, and then that was how you received an Anemo Vision

While you moved on and lived a carefree and fun life, Ayato was in misery

He desperately wanted to visit you again, but his parents had fallen ill and soon passed away leaving the burden of growing up too fast and becoming the Clan leader at an age too early

But Ayato’s duties came first and he had a sister to look after too but he still would remember and keep the promise the two of you made that day, he will meet you again one day and marry you, he would tear this island apart to see you again

—--------------------

Many years later, you were now an adult, sometimes you would recall the kitsune-masked boy and laugh at how silly the Romeo-Juliet love story you had with him was, teenage hormones really took over you that day, as naive you were, younger you’s feelings for him back in the day were real

Oh well, no need to dwell on the past anymore

You had a group of pals you joined with who were also musically talented, the group would travel around Narukami Island and perform and even managed to earn a bit of income as well!

Now with the Irodori Festival, this was the perfect opportunity to gain a large crowd since many more were arriving from around Teyvat thanks to Inazuma’s borders opening again

—--------------------

Your group decided to make a short play about a cheesy love story of two lovers who were forbidden to be together, you were against the idea at first but your other groupmates voted for the cheesy play, with reluctance, you gave a thumbs up

The time had come for the play, a crowd started to form excited for what band had planned for this time

Ayato and the Traveler with their floating companion were visiting and touring around the festival’s spoils

From time to time, you always appeared on his mind, to say he still wasn’t over you would be an understatement to an extent. He never forgot how younger him impulsively proposed to you without even revealing his true identity, but despite that, you loved him, you accepted his proposal to marry him one day

So imagine how much it pained Ayato having no choice but to leave you and only to finally be able to come back and not see you

Of course, he couldn’t blame you, it took him about six years to finally come back, but you didn’t forget your promise, right?

He missed you dearly after all, he missed the friendliness of your nature, your kindness, your music, and of course, your love. On days where stress overtook him, Ayato couldn’t indulge in you physically, and so he gets lost in memories of the past feeling the love of those memories over and over again

“Come on Y/n! Join the dance!!!”

Lavender eyes widen at the mention of the name and slowly turns his head towards the direction where the name was yelled

“Uh hey Ayato, are you ok?” the floating child asked concerned while waving her short arms towards him

“Y-yes, please excuse me for a second.”

And with that Ayato speed walked towards the way where Y/n was mentioned. He could see a crowd around a group of performers who were singing and dancing and then..

There you were, his beloved Y/n

His mouth agape as he laid eyes on you as he admires how much you’ve grown since then, you were somehow more beautiful. Ayato noticed that you too had earned a vision, then his eyes started to dart towards how your hips were swaying with the beat of music, he blushed deeply and mentally slapped himself for eyeing you inappropriately after not seeing you in years

Even after all these years, you were still playing the Shamisen, the same instrument you had played that attracted him towards you all those years ago. During the rest of the play, Ayato wasn't paying attention to the your fellow group members, his full attention was on you as he ignored the shocked faces of some people who couldn't believe the Yashiro Commissioner was there

You truly were still enchanting

After the play, the crowd claps and soon departs, only for the high and mighty Lord Ayato to remain as he was hiding behind an alley after the play was over to not attract unwanted attention towards him

"Good job crew! We had quite a crowd today! Think it's the biggest one we've had!"

"You too Y/n! I didn't really think you could dance, sing and play at the same time!"

"Hmph, I'm still not really happy with you pulling me in the front, Kenshi."

"Oh hush, you never perform in the front, you just needed a gentle push."

You roll your eyes as you and Kenichi pack up the equipment with the rest of the group going out to get some snacks

"Besides, I think you did a wonderful performance Y/n "

"I agree, for I think that was the best Shamisen solo I've ever heard."

A man in high noble attire with sharp sapphire eyes suddenly engages in the conversation

Something about him was

Awfully familiar

Kenshi then nudges you

“G-greetings Lord Ayato!” Kenshi says as she bows elbowing you to do the same

Ah so that’s why he felt familiar, but there’s something more about this man that you couldn't quite put your finger on

You give a small bow of simply tilting your head downwards

“Good afternoon, I just came by to compliment on how well your group has done on the play. The singing, dancing and the composition.”

Lord Ayato for some reason kept his eyes mostly directed at you, it made you a bit uncomfortable

“T-thanks- I mean- thank you my Lord.”

Screw all this fancy talking, you just wanted to hurry up leave and enjoy your sweet Dango milk

“Say, considering how talented you are Y/n, would you perhaps grant me the honor of performing in the Kamisato Estate personally for my sister and I? She would love to witness your talents.”

Both you and Kenshi were flabbergasted on the Lord’s sudden proposition

‘Marry me, Y/n.’

The memory suddenly rewinded in your head, why did that happen?....

“Y/n? You good? You have to accept this offer!!” Kenshi said as she gently placed her hand on your shoulder

“OH! Oh uhm, yes! I will be honored to perform for your family and you, my Lord..”

“That’s splendid, tomorrow morning then, see you until then Y/n, don’t keep us waiting too long.”

And with that, the Kamisato Lord elegantly walks off, with a grin obsessively love-sick that you didn’t see

With his presence finally gone, you lean on Kenshi’s shoulder a bit, exhausted

“Hey Y/n, are you ok?”

“I..don’t know…”

—--------------------

Morning had arrived too soon

With each step that took you closer to the grand Kamisato Estate, anticipation dreads over you

Meanwhile Ayato woke up more early than usual, he was already ready as soon as the sun had rose

“Dear brother, why have you waken so early in the morning?”

“Ah, well we have a special guest coming in soon, Ayaka.”

Foolish Ayato, he had forgotten to inform his sister that you were arriving

Maybe he shouldn’t had woken up so early, hours what felt like eternity were actually 30 minutes

With a scoff, Ayato began to write down witty lines he could say to you, wedding locations and even went as far as listing some names for your possible future kids

After about half an hour of scribbling, he accidently dozes off and falls asleep

In Ayato’s dreams, there was a vision of a past memory of when he proposed to you in your teens, and then he sweetly dreamed of the inevitable future with you snuggling up with him in bed, greeting him with kisses after a long day of work. What Ayato saw next in his dreams was the cherry on top of his fantasies, you and him on the field that he too went to with his family as a child, and suddenly two kids come running up to the both of you, this was what all that he ever wanted, a family. Of course, he had his dear sister, but a loving spouse and 2 beautiful children maybe even more was perfect. A family he could build with the love of his life

But the dream ends before he could indulge in them further as a knock awakens him

“Lord Kamisato, a musician has arrived proclaiming that you invited them in the estate.”

Perfect

“Ah yes I did, do let them in.”

It’s ok, his dreams would become a reality soon after all

—--------------------

“Good morning musician, I pray you have had a good night’s rest?”

“Quite milord.”

In reality, you haven’t. You had barely gotten sleep due to the fact of how uncomfortably familiar Kamisato Ayato was, you were dreading the morning as you wanted to stay away from him, besides, politicians are always bad news, maybe it wasn’t a good idea to accept his proposition. But with Ayato being a very high official ranking nobleman, he could probably send good word across Inazuma for not only your band but yourself as well

“Oh hello! You must be the musician the Lord as invited!”

A blonde man walks in waving towards you, his aura was nice to be around compared to Ayato’s

Sending a shy wave back towards the blonde man, a beautiful lady in armor approached

“Good morning everyone, I see that the musician has arrived shall we head inside the estate?”

—--------------------

During your solo performance, you mostly focused your eye contact with Lady Ayaka and Thoma as they were more pleasant to be around in contrast to Ayato’s authoritive self

He was,, strange around you

His gaze towards you were as if he’s analyzing you to find your weak points, even when he was walking beside you when heading inside the estate you caught him eyeing you, but you can’t deny that he sure does a pretty face, a really pretty one in fact

And with the final chord strung to conclude your show, you accidently come in eye contact with him

Piercing blue eyes meets the e/c briefly

“What a beautiful performance Mx. Y/n! I never heard anyone play the Shamisen played in that style!”

“I agree with Lady Ayaka Y/n! Quite the solo you did.”

With their compliments, you slightly blushed and lowered your head in respect and gratitude

“Hm, couldn’t had said it better myself, you certainly are talented y/n.”

“Thank you milord.”

You only offered him a side glance in which you cursed to yourself as that rude action might get you in trouble, thankfully Ayato didn’t seem to mind as he only chuckled

“I would actually like to have a few private words with y/n here, I personally have some curious questions to ask them.”

Both Ayaka and Thoma widened their eyes towards Ayato’s request, but granted it as they both got up and went out

“Dear brother, do make it quick for Mx. Y/n”

Letting out an airy laugh, Ayaka and Thoma leaves you alone with Ayato with Thoma giving a small smile towards you

‘Please don’t leave me with him...’

“Musician, please, may you direct your attention towards me?” Ayato says while placing a hand on your shoulder

With a sigh, you turn your head and to be met with something that you desperately tried to repress from your memories

The mask of the boy you met all those years ago

“Y-you..no-no way..”

“Hehe, Y/n my dear, it has been way too long.” he says while stroking your cheek

Due to the mask being too small for Ayato to wear, he simply placed it in front of his face, but regardless, you feel as if you were back in that forest with him all those years ago

You stare at mask, memories of your teen years flashing before your eyes

Shock turns into despair and finally into anger

No way you were going to let this man try to crawl back into your life after he ditched from yours

With all professionalism and manners thrown the window, you slap his hand that was cupping on your cheek away harshly, unintentionally enhancing the slap with anemo

“I see you also gained a Vision over the years.” Ayato says while grabbing his hand

“No thanks to you for breaking younger me’s heart, gaining my Vision from moving on from how you discarded my feelings is the only positive thing I’ll ever view from ever meeting you.”

For a brief second, Ayato’s expression was laced with heartbreak, this was all a simple misunderstanding

“My dea-”

“Don’t. Call. Me. That. I no longer wish to be part of your life, you clearly didn’t want to be part of mine back then anyway.”

Turning your heels and ready to bust down the door, you suddenly felt a harsh grip on your arm

“NO! I wanted to return to you that day! I wanted to marry you one day! I was forced to be away from your life!”

Stopping on your tracks and your back still facing Ayato, your anger melted away and turned into empathy and your heart was beating fast at the reminder of him purposing to you that day

Taking your silence as a sign to continue, Ayato trails his hand down your arm to grab your hand

“My flower, my mother and father had fallen terribly ill at the worst of times and their conditions only worsened until they eventually passed and I had to take over as Clan leader..” Ayato slightly chocked on his words upon talking about his parents

“I can’t express on how much I am truly sorry for leaving you without a word, but I wish you can forgive me and let us start over.”

Despite being inside the estate, it felt as if the wind was blowing

“No.”

Finally looking up to meet with Ayato’s piercing gaze, you would be lying if you said that it didn’t send shiver down your spine

“And, why would that be if I may ask?” His eyes darkened, from pleading to menacing

“Look, I can forgive you because you provided an very understandable explanation, but I have moved on a long time ago, you should too Ayato.”

“But, you promised.”

“Correction, teen me promised, I don’t pledge you jack shit.”

Silence was what was left, you were left in limbo of what to do next, you contemplated running away

Ayato then removes his glove, the one that was on the hand you hit earlier

“Do you see this? You seem to have left a nasty bruise on me, this can be considered physical assault towards me, a Yashiro Commissioner.”

‘Curses, I didn’t even mean to use my elemental powers on him...’

“Now Y/n dear, if you want no criminal charges against you, I suggest you to give away to me.”

Your mind had shut down, this was it, your life was completely butchered up thanks to this dangerous and deluded man you met years ago, regret of stepping foot in that damned forest in the first place washes over you

But, you have nothing to lose at this point minus your dignity, and you conclude that your bandmates will be ok without you

Clenching your fist, you close your eyes

‘I must make it to the docks, I’m sorry guys.’

“Well? What is your move, dea-”

With a powerful gust of wind, the ceiling collapses and causes Ayato to stumble back a few feet, the person of Ayato’s affections was gone in a puff

While covering his face with his arm, Ayato’s face hardens with shock and frustration

Fine, if it’s a game of the cat chasing the mouse, he’ll give you a game

Guards come bursting in, taken aback by the debris

“My Lord, what has happen-”

“Look for a figure that carries a Shamisen with h/c hair, I want them alive and well.”

“Understood sir.” And with that, the guards left to prepare for the search

With a sinister smile and low chuckle, Ayato covers his face with his bruised hand, brushing his lips over the marked part

“You can run my dear, but you won’t be able to hide for long.”

A/n: The y/n rizz is so strong that Ayato simped for over a decade

#genshin impact x reader #kamisato ayato x reader #yandere x reader #yandere #genshin x reader #ayato x reader #kamisato ayato #yandere kamisato ayato

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heyidkyay · 2 years

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Who can say no to bridezilla? |

Part Six

Can't believe that this is the last part!! Although I would like to say that I'd pretty much be down to try and write an epilogue of some sorts if it's wanted, so lemme know!

But thank you for all the love on this little series, I've honestly really loved writing it. I hope you enjoy this final bit! 💗

Summary: With no date to your sister's wedding, what are you to do? No worries though, she's already got it covered, well, sort of...

Masterlist

“What the fuck’s gone on?” My sister outright demanded with her hands placed firmly on her hips, eyes sharp and darting between both Matty and I.

I figured she might’ve looked a little more intimidating if the hem of her dress hadn’t been tracked in mud, or the lipstick she was wearing wasn’t slightly smudged- that, plus the fact that she had a stray fallen leaf hiding away in her pretty up-do.

My head spun towards Matty almost on impulse, wanting to prevent the inevitable, but unfortunately, I was too late. The twat already had his big gob open before I could even think to get a word out to stop him.

“What the fuck’s gone on with us? What the fuck’s gone on with you!” Matty countered with a delighted little laugh, appearing to take a large amount of joy out of this. “I see you and Hann have already gotten started on making the most of your honeymoon- looks like you’ve been dragged through a bush backwards, love.”

My sister’s eyes widened in shock at his bluntness, but she wasn’t the type to be derailed- nor embarrassed- and I pursed my lips to keep from laughing outright when she pranced over towards Matty with a sly, devious smile of her own.

“Hilarious, Healy. Should’ve made a career out of telling jokes- oh wait, I guess you already have.”

I bit down hard on the inside of my cheek whilst watching Matty’s eyes narrow, he appeared to be looking at her in a newfound light.

“Hm, bit rich coming from the wife of my guitarist.” He was quick to retort, mouth quirked up to one side as he waited for her reaction.

“Bit rich coming from a bloke who cries when he comes.” She shot straight back, not missing a beat. My eyebrows rose.

“It was one- two times max! Besides, I told Hann that in confidence!” Matty tutted, virtually unashamed even with the playful frown he’d since adopted, which was amusing in itself really.

My sister shot him a cheeky wink, pleased with herself. “Don’t worry, young Matthew. There’s plenty more where that came from. I’ve heard many a tale about you.”

Matty simply laughed, wrapping his arm around my shoulders almost subconsciously. “Hm, well, snitches get stitches and all that crap. Let’s just hope for your sake Hann makes it onto that cruise of yours tomorrow, hey?”

“What’s this about my honeymoon?”

“Speak of the devil and he doth appear!” Matty beheld in a deep mocking voice, his free arm outstretched towards Adam, who’d just appeared at my sister’s side to, seemingly, top her up with a drink.

Internally I frowned, wanting my own little wine waiter.

Y/s/n hummed sweetly in appreciation as she took the glass he held from him, tiptoeing to peck at his cheek. He smiled in turn. “Knew there was a reason as to why I married you.”

“I first thought it was just ‘cause you were up the duff.” I piped up jokingly, but the startled blank stares I got in return threw me a bit.

I blinked slowly, eyes darting between the frozen couple who then quickly tried to save themselves, laughing my assumption off like nothing had even occurred.

And then came Matty’s imminent contribution, and he appeared just as taken aback. “Wait. What the actual fuck?”

I struggled in that next moment to find coherent words, mind whizzing, before they all just seemed to pour out of me at a nonsensical speed.

“I was just fucking about!” I yipped in defence, “You know- what with you two having been together for years, with zero mention of ever wanting to get married! You’re engagement came out of nowhere, for Christ’s sake, everyone was surprised!”

I was well aware of how high and pitchy my voice sounded, strained beyond belief as I attempted to argue the point of my previous joke- which in retrospect, now didn’t seem too funny. I swallowed thickly, gaze still flicking between the rest of the group.

“Are you messing with me?” I asked as soon as the thought popped into my head, unable to make sense of the unexpected situation.

But neither one of them replied, watching one another closely as they silently communicated in that weird couple-ly language of theirs.

I glanced towards Matty, but he looked just as bewildered as I felt, eyes as wide as saucers, attempting to analyse the newlyweds in a whole other light.

“You’re fucking pregnant.” He breathed out with an airy sort of laugh full of disbelief, he shook his head. “Fuck me. You are, aren’t you?”

My jaw was hanging somewhere by my feet and I couldn’t quite get ahold of the many- many- emotions I felt. “Oh my god. Oh my god.” I whispered from behind my hand, trembling now.

My sister’s eyes met mine then and, oh wow. The sincerity there was scary. Everything she felt was displayed openly on her face, I could see it all, from her flushed cheeks right down to her teary smile. I swallowed again.

“Surprise?” She announced sheepishly, lifting her tense shoulders up in an odd sort of shrug before she chewed at her lower lip, as though she was terrified of witnessing the rest of my reaction.

But she had utterly no reason to be afraid, because before I could even think better of it, I was barrelling full force into her, arms flung over each of her shoulders so that I could all but sob into the crook of her neck.

I was vaguely aware of Adam, and his oddly quick reflexes, who had taken the precaution to catch my sister at her waist so that we both didn’t end up toppling over onto the dance floor. A smart man, I noted. My sister had chosen well.

But when I finally decided to pull away, still keeping her very much at arm’s length, hands grasped on either arm, I did my best not to cry again as I took all of her in. She was glowing. Like, actually glowing. And wow. How hadn’t I noticed it sooner?

“I’m gonna be an aunt.” I rasped out to her, bottom lip quivering threateningly whilst my sister merely laughed at me, wiping her snotty nose as she nodded in confirmation. My eyes drifted between her abdomen and her face, but I had no real words. So I just ended up repeating myself. “An aunt.” I stressed.

“Yeah,” Y/s/n whispered in a hushed giggle, and I was painfully aware of how beautiful she looked in that moment, all dressed up in her wedding gown, all grown up. My baby sister.

“You’re gonna be a mum!” I gasped, the thought only just occurring to me. My hand flew to my mouth again before I could stop myself, and I squealed as I pulled her into another tight hug. She was still tittering away as we rocked back and forth, but I could hear the obvious tears in her voice. Though I was certain they were happy ones.

And that’s when it hit me, really hit me- I pulled away sharply, only to spin around and slap Adam’s arm.

The groom jumped at the sudden sting, jerking out of the embrace Matty (who was standing bleary-eyed too, I might add) had seemingly wrangled him into.

“Why are you hitting me!” Adam questioned in alarm, chuckling faintly whilst he rubbed at his bicep. Though he still appeared somewhat apprehensive, cowering backwards slightly as though he thought I’d repeat the action.

Matty cackled joyously, evidently loving the change of pace. He hastily rounded Adam’s taller frame to swat at the man’s cradled hand, eager to get a better look at the injury.

“Shit man, that was fucking loud!” He declared, practically praising me.

Adam widened his eyes at his unhelpful friend, shook his head, and then pointed his stare back at me. Still thoroughly confused.

I tipped my own head towards my sister, an eyebrow quirked. “Well, I can’t smack her, can I? She’s pregnant.”

“And why would you want to hit me?” Y/s/n snorted, clearly amused by the events that were playing out.

Me, on the other hand, I was simply surprised about the fact that we hadn’t conjured up more of a crowd, what with all of our dramatics.

I flicked my scrutinising gaze back towards her. “Because you didn’t tell me.”

I hit Adam two more times then, aiming for a third before the man hastily jumped back behind my very delighted looking date.

“Why- didn’t- you tell me!”

My sister reached out to carefully grab both my hands, cradling them in her own whilst she giggled to herself, gifting her husband an apologetic smile as she steered me away.

“I was going to.” She tried to soothe, looking at me with that soft smile of hers, “But, it was just- a lot, you know? It’s why I wanted today to go so perfectly.”

My chest tightened at the conflicted expression that flickered across her face, and so I wrapped my arms around her again. Unable to do much else. Just wanting her near.

My little sister. A mum.

“When were you gonna tell me?” I mumbled into her hair, and I felt her shoulders shake against mine when she chuckled.

“When we got back off our honeymoon.”

I snapped my head backwards to gape at her. “Two weeks! You were gonna make me wait two more weeks?”

“The better question is,” Matty piped up suddenly and I glanced over at him, my forehead still furrowed, “Am I gonna be godfather?”

Y/s/n scoffed at the exact same time that Adam nodded, and I had to bite back my sudden glee as I stepped away from my sister slightly to rejoin Matty.

The couple begun to bicker back and forth then, and I saw my dates brown eyes start to bat between the pair of them, as though he was watching an intense match of tennis.

“You’re enjoying this way too much.” I pointed out to him under my breath.

Matty shot me a mirthful smirk, hands in his trouser pockets he leant in closer towards me. “Tenner says they name me the baby’s godfather.”

I wasted no time in nodding. If I knew anyone, it was my sister.

“I’ll take that. There isn’t a chance in hell Y/s/n will allow it.”

He rolled his eyes in good jest, that smirk of his still prominent, “Double the odds then.”

I shook my head at him whilst I tutted, pretending to ridicule. “Didn’t know you were such a betting man, Healy.”

Matty shrugged at me casually, “Only when I know I’m going to win.”

I exhaled on a mocking laugh.

“Sorry, what, can you repeat that?” I goaded, “Sounded like a load of bullshit, to me.”

“Yeah, yeah… Think what you like, darling. But in nine months time, when I’m twenty quid richer, you’ll be regretting those words.”

I scoffed at him, “Might buy myself a nice takeaway with my winnings. Celebrate the birth of my godchild.”

Matty hummed through a bubble of laughter, “Hm, nothing quite like welcoming a new life into the world by celebrating with a Chinese.”

I lifted a shoulder, pretending to mull it over. “Never know, could be in a curry kind of mood.”

Matty knocked into me lightly, shaking his head with a smile. And he was set to say something else when my sister and Adam startled us from our own little reverie.

“We’re not deciding this- with you half pissed- on our wedding night, Adam!”

“Oo, someone’s in trouble.” I murmured to Matty who snorted, but it must’ve been loud enough for my sister to have overheard, because she shot a venomous glare in my direction. One which clearly stated I wasn’t being much help.

“But-”

Adam’s argument was too cut short by my sister’s steely stare, and we gifted one another an exasperated sort of look.

“Now,” She sighed, wiping at the folds of her dress to compose herself before she set her sights on both Matty and I. “This-” She held up a hand and circled a finger, referencing to the four of us and the secret we now shared, “Stays between us. Got it? If I hear a word- no, a whisper!- of this before I even have the chance to tell mum, I will castrate you, Healy.”

Matty blundered, mouth gaping slightly. “Me! Why just me? Y/n’s involved too.”

“Oh sure,” I dragged out, unimpressed. “Throw me under the bus, why don’t you? Your date, might I add.”

I was met with an unconcerned stare from my sister and a grin from Matty, I reluctantly quietened down.

“I need a drink.” She exhaled, and I hastily turned to her in dismay.

“You’ve been drinking!” The realisation evident in my voice, “You can’t be drinking!”

Y/s/n rewarded me with quite the expression, one which made me question even myself, before Adam stepped in to offer me an answer.

“It’s mainly been fizzy water, but I had the vendors add a shitload of squash to the bar. She’s been obsessed with it as of recent.”

“Cravings.” My sister added with a shrug.

I dipped my head a few times, but Matty was the one to give a verbal reply, “Right, makes sense as to why Hann’s been following you around with glasses all evening. Thought he was just that whipped, to be fair.”

“Oh, he is.” My sister grinned, very proud to have it announced, whilst her husband simply rolled his eyes at the duo in good nature.

“Poor Ad.” I consoled with an amused pout, “Almost feel bad for hitting you now.”

“Almost? Ta, y/n.” Adam derided, smiling at me.

“Oh, don’t get her bloody started on fucking almost.” Matty huffed and I had to release the sudden bout of laughter that welled up inside me, letting him guide me into his side whilst I chuckled.

The newlyweds shared a secret look.

But before I could question it, I caught sight of my mother headed towards us. And so with a startled expression, I gripped Matty’s hand, said my hasty goodbyes, and slipped out of view.

“What was all that about?” Matty prompted a little out of breath once I’d finally relaxed, now stood a fair few tables away.

I merely jutted my chin back over to where we just were, where my mum was now talking to my sister, who was trying her hardest not to roll her eyes. “I just don’t know whether I’ll be able to flat out avoid telling her about- you know what.”

Matty simply laughed at me. “You’re cute. But I think we deserve a proper drink after all that.”

And that was that. I let myself be led astray, hand in his, thankful for the weaving throng of people who allowed me to steel my reaction to his previous words before we made it to the bar. Oh, how the tables had turned.

“We’ll have a couple shots, please mate.”

—

Tipsy Matty was like unlocking a whole new character. One I very much liked. He was full of humour, witty retorts, and best of all, he was rather affectionate. As in, he made it a total mission to stay as close to me as he possibly could, sharing small grazes and touches here and there, and flirting without any real care.

Me? I was just as bad, I supposed.

Thankfully, we’d managed to evade my mum for the rest of the evening, and were now grouped around the main table with Adam and the rest of his groomsmen. My sister was off somewhere galavanting with guests and her many bridesmaids, and I only hoped that my mum was with her. But my alcohol addled brain was beginning to care less and less about being spotted.

“Hann. Hann. Hann.” Matty begun to pester, dragging out the groom’s surname to garner his attention. But Adam was already halfway to hammered and you could see it in the way he lazily swung his head round to face us.

“Eh?”

Matty grinned at him, happy to finally have been noticed, then proceeded to point a finger at his mate. “You know, I never really got on with your bird the first time we met.”

I frowned at his change in topic and swivelled in my chair to better see him. But Matty just continued to nod away, taking another sip of the fruity cocktail Ross had ordered (and hated) before he carried on.

“Uh-huh, you had us meet on that night out years back. And listen, yeah…” He was directing this little speech towards everyone gathered around the table now, waving a hand back and forth carelessly enough to spill some of his drink. “She was in this- I don’t even know, man. Practically out dressed in nowt.”

“Oi,” I nudged him in warning, “That’s my little sister remember.”

But Matty just waved me off, not breaking his stare with Adam as he slung an arm over the back of my chair and all but pulled me into his lap. He was sort of swaying now and I just had to laugh to myself.

“And ‘cause I’d joined you lot later on, yeah?” He barrelled on, wanting to finish the story he’d started- and I could honestly understand why.

Over text, Matty had previously mentioned the reason as to why he hadn’t been asked to be best man, and I could tell that it had bothered him a tad, and so now, more than a little wine drunk, he’d decided to make the best of his current situation, what with everyone having rallied around us, and give his own toast.

“Well, I was semi fuckin’ sober, wasn’t I? Had a few shots before I’d jumped in the cab, but that was it. And she was this annoying sort of drunk.” He drawled flippantly, uncaring for Adam’s wrinkled nose or pursed lips. “All angry. Proper fired up, right? Just screaming and spouting this utter crap. Told everybody you were shagging about. Tryna start a fight about it outside the club.”

He was quick to wet his mouth then with the remnants of his cocktail, and I grabbed him another champagne flute to replace it with when a waiter passed.

“And me, Hann mate, I wasn’t having it.” Matty cut his hand through the air and murmured a quiet ‘Thank you, love’ to me before he sipped again. “So I told her to do one, then went and lit a fag. She didn’t seem to care too much though, still heard her shouting ‘er head off as I wandered away, but it wasn’t long before she came over and joined me. Realised then why you’d liked her so much. That, and she taught me to blow proper rings.”

A snort and a slow clap sounded from beside me and all of our heads darted towards George who was laughing away at Matty.

“Fuckin’ hell, mate, that was a story and a half.” The drummer drawled, “Went from ripping into his missus to telling us how you bonded over a shitty smoke trick.”

Matty merely shrugged, unfazed. “Better than the story of how we met, Georgie.”

George medley grinned back at him, eyes bright.

That was definitely a story I wanted to hear. But I’d have to leave it for another time.

“Matty, mate,” Adam then called out, only too loudly to be a whisper, “She proper hated you too.”

Matty made a face as he set his drink down onto the tabletop. “Me?”

Adam nodded at him, “You.”

“I know I’m an acquired taste, love. But, what the fuck did I do to her? She was the one being a massive cunt.”

I elbowed him in the ribs and he pouted up at me in return. “What?”

I raised a brow with a knowing look.

Adam though, he just lifted his shoulders, hardly paying attention. “Called you a prick on the cab ride home when I asked if she’d had a good night, then puked out the window.”

“Rude.” Matty wrinkled his nose in distaste and we all chuckled before everyone started yelling noisily at Ross, who’d somehow managed to spill his beer down his front.

—

All in all, it had been a pretty great day. Even with all the aggravation and pettiness.

And as I stood, propped against the chapel wall, spliff in hand, I found myself smiling away at the thought of it.

“What’s got your face doing that?” A voice asked, and I glanced over to the man who’d played a big part in it all.

“What- smiling?”

Matty hummed at me, stealing the joint.

We’d managed to escape the last events of the evening in favour of having a smoke outside (many thanks given to George for the weed), and had decided to hide away from the few partygoers who, too, had wandered out into the nippy air.

“Just had a good night, is all.” I shrugged, tilting my head back to stare up at the night sky.

A few stars could be seen. And I realised then that the city truly did it no justice. Out here, so far away from the buildings and the cars and the people, it was so hushed. As though we’d been covered in a thick blanket which muted all the blinding noise and hassle.

Matty hummed again, this time he wore the beginnings of a sly smile. “It was nice. Best one I’ve had in a while, I reckon.”

“Really?” I asked, not quite believing that this outranked the many other nights a rockstar was sure to have had.

But when I looked away from the night sky to turn towards him, I just found him nodding.

He held up the joint to me then, and instead of taking it, I took a step towards him to stand between his open legs and pressed my mouth to it, lips brushing against his fingers as I inhaled slowly.

His eyes met mine as I did so. They were slightly blown, even from under his heavy lids, but they seemed to darken in that very moment. His adam’s apple bobbed and I withheld a victorious little smile.

“I’ve been thinking,” Matty started before I swiftly cut him off, unable to help myself.

“Not too hard I hope.”

But he just rolled his eyes at me, and continued on. “About how we won’t have any of this at our wedding.”

His comment pretty much came from out of nowhere, and it took me by surprise. So much so, that I was just thankful for the simple fact that I didn’t cough up the lungful I’d taken in.

Still, I fought down the urge to outright grin, instead choosing to entertain his musings.

“What, the weed?”

Matty threw his head back lightly to glance up at the sky with a put upon sigh, before his eyes flickered downwards, gifting me a lopsided smile. I felt his hands come to settle on my hips and he tugged me in closer, mindful of the embering joint he still held.

“No, plenty of weed. Just the chapel and shit. Like that massive fuck-off tent.”

I chuckled under my breath, winding my arms up around his neck. I found myself enjoying the newfound closeness.

Still, I reprimanded him lightly, “Behave, will you.”

Matty merely disregarded the comment, the back of his head pressed against the cold stone wall behind him. “I’m just saying what everyones thinking, sweetheart. Free bar is a shout though, reckon I’ll fork out enough for that.”

Dipping my head downwards to hide my grin, I replied, “Seeing as you’ve been its main occupant tonight, I’ll allow it.”

“Yeah, only ‘cause I’ve been supplying you all evening.” He retaliated, his fingertips ghosting along my back now.

I bit into my lower lip and shook my head. “Always so nasty to me.”

“You love it.” Matty immediately countered and I lifted my gaze up to meet his mirthful eyes.

“What else would you change then?” I found myself asking and I knew he understood what I’d meant when he mulled my question over.

“That tux.” Matty said decisively, “As great as Hann looks, I’d definitely go black on black, you know?”

“Sound pretty sure about it.” I laughed.

He nodded at me wilfully, “Have to be, been thinking about it all day.”

I snorted quietly, “All day? Your best mate’s just gotten married and that’s what you’ve chosen to focus on?”

“Yeah, like I said- been planning ours.” Matty told me, the joint we’d been sharing having long since died out and fallen to the concrete floor. One of his hands trailed up and down my spine now, whilst the other thumbed at the soft material of my dress. “None of this cold British weather crap either. We’ll head off somewhere sunny, get hitched on a sandy beach beside some cliffside, and have a big fuck-off party.”

I let my own fingertips graze the nape of his neck, my gaze lowered. “No DJ though, right?”

Matty chuckled and I felt its rumble vibrate through him. “Alright fine," He easily conceded, "But if there’s no DJ, then we’re definitely getting a magician.”

My forehead wrinkled in confusion as I leaned back in his embrace to question him. “A magician?”

He dipped his chin, confirming it for me. “Yeah, magicians are sick.”

I closed my eyes, unwilling to fight this battle. I had a strange feeling he’d be willing to die on that oddly specific hill.

“Alright,” I relented, because who would it hurt, having a sodding magician at our make-believe wedding? “But then I want George as my maid of honour.”

Matty frowned, reeling away from me at quite the speed, which only proved to accentuate his double chin. I giggled.

“You’ve only just met him.”

“That’s your only argument against it?” I acknowledged in thought before I shrugged a single shoulder, “Besides, I like him. We’ve bonded.”

“When?” Matty exaggerated, his brows pinched.

“Tonight.”

“Yeah… obviously. But when? We’ve been apart for like- two seconds.” Was his conclusion. I just rolled my eyes.

“Don’t get all jealous on me. It’s just something a person feels. And him and I, we’re just floating on the same sort of spiritual plane."

There was a tense silence that passed between us then whilst Matty looked at me in utter bewilderment.

“You’re fucking mad, you.”

“You love it.” I said, mirroring his earlier words.

His head shook whilst he gave a low laugh. “I sort of do. No fucking clue as to why though.”

I smiled, noting how much closer we’d grown. I peered up into his eyes and wondered what he must’ve made of me. If he’d meant it when he said he wanted to see me again after tonight. But before I could make sense of my muddled mind, or act on the impulse to just ask him, Matty surprised me.

His lips were on mine and I found myself kissing him back almost without thought, his fingertips pressed into the curve of my waist whilst I pushed myself up against him. He tasted of smoke and the whiskey chocolate truffles they'd been handing out not too long ago. And I savoured it all, letting myself get lost in it, in him.

It was only when a loud bang exploded in the sky above us did we part, breathing a little laboured as we looked up at the stars which were now clouded by an array of fizzing colours.

“Talk about a spark.” Matty quipped, and when I glanced back down at him, he was already staring straight back at me.

I pressed a thumb to the corner of his swollen mouth and my voice was quiet when I replied, “So cheesy.”

“You love it though.”

And I couldn’t not lean in again, even as I smiled and another round of fireworks erupted high above us.

“I’m not playing with you,” Matty whispered when we finally separated again, nose now brushing at my cheek whilst his forehead rested against mine, “I think that we should give this a proper go.”

I swallowed, eyes dancing back and forth between his own.

“What, you and me?” I breathed.

“Me and you.”

And then he grinned, this massive sort of grin that squinted his eyes and carved out the rest of his face. In all honesty, I don’t think I ever wanted to look away.

“Alright. Guess we can give it a go.”

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