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The Doll House - A Toji x Reader Fanfic Part 3

You’re in love with Toji, even after finding out he trains sex dolls at the Doll House. Taking a chance, you sell yourself to the Doll House so he can be your trainer, and you bet him that you can make him fall for you by the end of the training.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

Read Geto’s Part Here!

Read Nanami’s Part Here!

Read Sukuna’s Part Here!

Read Gojo’s Part Here!

Read Choso’s Part Here!

AU! Each trainer will get their own story! This is Toji’s. I’m not sure how many parts it will have. If you’d like to be tagged in future parts, let me know! You must be an adult to be tagged! Any feedback whatsoever is adored! I’m keeping the same tag list as Geto’s part. If you’d like to be removed, please let me know!

Note: Consider these parts AU’s within an AU. So you might see Geto with a different doll from the reader in his part, but just consider this an alternate timeline lol.

There will be one more part after this! I thought about just doing one big long part 3 but when I got into it, I realized the story flows better this way.

Smut. 18+. Short Fem Reader. Cock drunk reader. Age difference (Reader is 20, Toji is 38). Size difference kink. Rough sex. Use of aphrodisiacs. Divider by @benkeibear!

A few days later, you wake up to Toji’s voice speaking somewhat harshly. You spot him across the room, holding his phone to his ear.

“This is short fucking notice!” he says, his eyes narrowed angrily. A pause, then, “Alright! Fuck it, I’ll pick him up myself! …Am I still on the list? You know what I mean, the list of people they’ll let pick him up at school! They don’t just let any rando show up and grab a kid! … Yeah you do that. Okay. Later.”

You raise up in bed and he looks over at you as he drops his phone onto the dresser. “Sorry about that. Looks like you’re gonna meet Megumi after all. My uncle has something to do today.”

“Really? That’s great!” You can’t suppress the excitement in your voice. You get to see Toji in “dad mode”. The thought has you giddy.

He gives you a flat stare. “You’re gonna be disappointed. That kid isn’t cute at all. He’s a sarcastic, rude little brat.”

Despite his words, you could sense a feeling of affection that Toji seemed to be trying to hide. “He sounds like his father,” you say teasingly.

Toji frowns, feigning offense. “Excuse me? Do I have to put you in your place? I can probably borrow a belt from Nanami.”

You laugh, pulling the covers off yourself, showing him your nude body. “You don’t have a belt?”

“Not like his,” Toji says, crawling onto the bed. “His are all Italian leather. You’ve seen my wardrobe. It’s ninety percent sweatpants.”

“You look good in sweatpants,” you say as he climbs on top of you, kissing your face and neck. “What about picking up Megumi?” you ask.

He doesn’t bother looking up, his face buried in your chest. “School lets out at three. We have a few hours to kill.”

All at once he rolls over onto his back, pulling you on top of him. The way he can just sling you around turns you on so much. He’s so much bigger than you, so much stronger. The fact that he could easily break you in half, but instead is surprisingly gentle with you, makes your skin tingle with delight. It’s like you’ve tamed a great beast.

He’s lying flat on his back, and he puts his hands behind his head in a relaxed pose. “I gotta conserve my energy if I’m gonna be taking care of a kid today,” he says with a grin. “Why don’t you do all the work?”

You get to your knees, straddling him. You bend down to kiss his lips. “Such a lazy trainer,” you say, sliding your hands down his soft cotton T-shirt, finding the bottom hem and then pushing the fabric up to reveal his muscled abdomen. You pull the front of his sweatpants down far enough to free his cock, already hard and ready for you.

As you scoot back down a bit, you lock eyes with Toji as you lean forward and run your tongue over his dick, letting your saliva drip all over it, getting it nice and wet. Then you straighten up, get in position, and sink down onto him. You don’t go all the way down at first, only halfway. Toji groans and gives you an exasperated look.

“You teasing me now?”

You smile as you move your hips in a circular motion. “I don’t know what you mean,” you say playfully. “Is my big strong trainer feeling frustrated? Does he want to be buried all the way inside my wet little pussy?”

His eyes are gleaming as he looks up at you, his hands finally moving from behind his head to grip your waist. It would be so easy for him to pull your body down, completely shoving himself into you. He doesn’t, but the thought that he could at any moment, his strong hands firm on your skin, thrills you.

“I can hold back if you can,” he finally says, a smirk on his face. “But I know this needy little cunt is hungry for my cock. You’ll never be satisfied until I’m all the way in.”

He’s right of course, but you feel like teasing him a bit more. You roll your hips, making shallow thrusts, as you use one hand to play with your nipple, the other moving down to rub your clit. You moan, arching your back, giving Toji an incredible view. You’re trying to goad him into pulling you down, holding your hips in place while he fucks up into you so hard you cry. Glancing down at him through half-closed eyes, you can see the unbridled desire on his face. He wants to absolutely rail you, that much is obvious.

But he’s holding back, waiting for you to be the one who gives in first. So it becomes a game to see whose desire wins out. You want to be stuffed full of him so badly, but you stay at the halfway point, moving slowly, touching yourself, watching the way his eyes rake over your form.

“Toji… Toji!”

His name is delicious on your lips as your eyes close, your head tossed back. His cock is twitching inside you, his fingers digging into the flesh of your hips. He’s close to giving in, but so are you. Several more minutes of this, and your legs are weak, shaky, aching to collapse. Just when you’ve decided you can’t wait any longer, Toji’s grip tightens and he yanks you down, plunging his entire length into you.

For a moment, you see stars. His tip has crashed against your cervix, leaving you gasping. Toji grins beneath you as he thrusts up once, going so deep, tears spring to your eyes. “What’s wrong?” he asks. “My little doll gettin more than she bargained for?”

You clench tightly around him, drawing a grunt from his mouth. Your hands are on his stomach, feeling the taut muscles under his skin. “S-so deep…Toji!”

He waits, not moving, just watching you. Then, you begin riding him, moving up and down, moaning each time you slide all the way back down, relishing the way he fills you so completely. His large hands glide up from your hips to grope your breasts as you bounce on his cock, crying out his name like a mantra.

After some time passes, maybe a few minutes, maybe an eternity, you climax with a loud wail of ecstasy. You slam your body all the way down, taking him as deeply as possible, and clamp onto him. You look down at him with dazed eyes. “Please shoot your cum inside me,” you say in your sweetest voice. “My womb is thirsty.”

Toji rises up suddenly, now holding you firmly in his lap as he presses into you, burying his face in your neck. He kisses the warm flesh there first, then bites it, his teeth not breaking the skin but grazing across your neck hard enough to leave a mark. It surprises you, but the animalistic way he growls as he does it sends you to a higher plane of existence. Almost simultaneously, he cums directly into your deepest place, coating your insides.

Your arms are wrapped tightly around him, as if you can meld into him if you hold him close enough. You’ve never loved him more.

Later in the day, Toji leaves the house to go pick up Megumi at school. You’re so excited that you can’t sit still. You move from the kitchen to the dining hall to the common room, occasionally running into other trainers or dolls. And when Toji finally returns, there’s an adorable little boy with unruly black hair trailing behind him.

You meet them in the welcome room. Toji is carrying a dark blue backpack in one hand, and with the other he lightly pulls the boy forward. “This is Megumi,” he says, then he gestures toward you. “Megumi, this is-“

“Your sex slave, I know,” the boy says. He wears a somewhat sour expression as he glares at Toji.

Toji sighs. “See? I told you this little brat isn’t cute at all.” As he says it, Toji lays one large hand on the boy’s head and ruffles his hair. Megumi jerks away and starts trying to smooth it back down, but it was already messy to start with, so he isn’t having much luck. You can’t help smiling at their interaction.

Stepping forward, you grin down at Megumi. “I’m your dad’s friend. We’ve known each other for a long time now. We met at the convenience store.”

The boy looks at you suspiciously, as if he doesn’t entirely believe you. “But you’re still his sex slave,” he says matter-of-factly.

Toji frowns. “Please stop saying that. You don’t even know what that means.”

A smug grin appears on Megumi’s cute face. “Yes I do! It means she has to do whatever you say! And you make her kiss you! And… do other stuff!”

Toji bends down to face him. “What other stuff?”

Megumi’s face reddens, and you feel certain that the boy only has an extremely vague idea of what that other stuff might be. Thank goodness. “W-well, I’m not gonna say it out loud! I’m a gentleman!”

You can’t suppress a laugh as you watch them. You step closer to Toji and put an arm around his waist. “I can promise you, Megumi, your dad and I are friends. He doesn’t make me do anything. I hope you and I can be friends too.”

Megumi stares at you, and you notice that he has Toji’s eyes. “Why bother? You’ll be gone by the next time I come here. Then there’ll be another girl here.”

You know he’s just a child, and what he’s saying is probably true, but those words cut you deeper than he could imagine. Still, you kept your friendly smile plastered on your face.

Toji put a firm hand on Megumi’s shoulder and ushered him down the hall. “Don’t be rude, Megumi. You’re never gonna have any friends if this is how you talk to people.”

You heard Megumi’s voice responding, but they had already went into one of the unused rooms so you couldn’t make out what he said.

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Toji walks into the dining hall at dinner time and does a sweep over the room to make sure all the dolls are dressed and nothing obscene is going on. He told the other trainers that Megumi would be here, and they’re normally good at keeping things decent when the kid is around, but Toji still likes to make sure.

Everyone appears to be on their best behavior. None of the dolls are naked or have tails sticking out of their asses, and Sukuna never brings his doll to the dining hall so Toji doesn’t have to worry about him.

Once everything is clear, Toji goes to get Megumi from the room he’d left him in to play video games, as well as his doll, so they can all three eat together. He doesn’t really get why his doll wanted to meet and spend time with Megumi. In Toji’s experience, most women are turned off by the fact that he has a kid. A son is just walking baggage to them. And the few that do take an interest in Megumi quickly lose that interest after meeting him. Megumi has a prickly personality, probably because of the way he’s being raised. Toji is acutely aware that he’s to blame for that. Shuffling the kid around to different relatives can’t be good for him.

But despite Megumi’s hurtful comments earlier, the doll still wants the three of them to have dinner together. So when they all walk in together, Toji groans when Megumi immediately runs over to Nanami’s table and sits with him. Nanami’s doll, sitting in her own seat instead of Nanami’s lap, seems amused as Megumi begins chatting with the other trainer. Toji usually doesn’t mind that Megumi speaks more to Nanami over dinner than he does to Toji in a year, but just this once, he hoped the boy would sit with him. If only for his doll’s sake.

Toji gives her an apologetic look as she takes a seat, but she smiles and shrugs. “It’s no big deal. If he likes sitting with Nanami, let him.”

Toji fixes plates for himself and his doll, then watches as Nanami goes with Megumi to the food table and fixes the boy a plate. Toji often wonders why Nanami doesn’t just settle down and start a family. The man is a natural born father. Hell, sometimes he even thinks about asking if Nanami wants to adopt Megumi. The kid would be far better off that way.

During dinner, Gojo walks over to chat with Megumi, who always pretends to find Gojo annoying. Toji can tell, though: Megumi likes Gojo a lot. Probably because the white haired trainer acts like a big dumb kid half the time. Geto and even Choso go over to briefly talk with Toji’s son. He’s never said anything to them about it, but Toji is extremely grateful that they treat Megumi so well. Sukuna, at the very least, doesn’t complain about Megumi’s presence.

At some point Toji glances at his doll, who is watching Megumi with a warm expression on her face. He nudges her playfully with his elbow. “What are you so happy about?”

She looks up at him. “I was just thinking he looks a lot like you. I can’t help picturing you as a kid. I bet you were cute.”

Toji snorts. “Me? Cute? Never. I was a mean little shit.”

She gives him a pouty look. “Whaaat? But you’re cute even now!”

“And you need to get your eyes checked,” he says with a laugh.

His doll is quiet for a moment, then her face looks serious for once. “I wish I knew more about you,” she says, her eyes lowered to her plate, where she absently stirs some mashed potatoes with a fork. “I don’t want to pry too much, and I don’t want to stir up any painful memories… But if there are any good memories, any happy stories you can share… I’d love to hear about them sometime.”

He looks away from her, to his own plate as he stabs a piece of steak. “I’ll think about it,” he says as he begins chewing.

Later that night, Toji’s doll steps out of the room to grab a snack in the kitchen. When several minutes pass without her returning, he goes looking for her. On the way to the kitchen, he stops outside the room Megumi is using. He hears voices, so he cracks the door open and silently looks inside. His doll is sitting on the edge of the bed beside Megumi, playing a game with him. Their backs are to the door, and they’re focused on the game on the screen in front of them, so they don’t notice Toji at the door.

“Oh, come on!” his doll says. “That’s not fair!”

“It’s part of the game,” Megumi replies smugly, “of course it’s fair.”

“How are you so good at this?”

“I play this a lot. It’s the only game here.”

“Really? Your dad needs to get you some new games.”

Megumi snorts the same way Toji did at dinner. “I’ve told him that before. He doesn’t listen, or he doesn’t care.”

“I can bring a few of my old games here and leave them,” she says.

Megumi’s head turns slightly toward her. “Okay. Thanks.”

There’s silence for a moment, then Megumi speaks again. “I feel sorry for you. Having to do whatever that guy says.”

It hasn’t escaped Toji’s notice that Megumi very rarely calls him dad. It’s always “that guy” or “old man”.

The doll doesn’t seem fazed. “I told you already. Your dad and I are friends. And I’ll tell you a little secret: I’m in love with him.”

Megumi pauses the game and looks directly at her. “Are you joking? Why would you love him?”

Toji feels his heart beating faster for some reason. Megumi just straight up asked the question he’d been wondering about for weeks now. He supposes kids can get away with being so direct.

“At first, I just thought he was handsome and cool,” she says, turning slightly to face Megumi. “He came into the store where I worked a lot. And he was fun to talk to. But then one night a bad man came into the store and tried to hurt me. Your dad saved my life. And when I was scared and didn’t know what to do, he stayed with me and made sure I was okay. He showed me so much kindness, even though he didn’t really know me that well.”

Megumi stares at her for a moment, then looks back toward the tv and unpauses the game. “I still think he’s a loser,” the boy mutters.

Toji figures he deserves that. He hasn’t been much of a father to Megumi.

The doll is looking at the tv as well, the controller gripped tightly in her small hands. “I don’t know enough about the relationship between you two to comment on it. It’s not my place to say you’re wrong or you’re right. But to me, your father is a great man.”

Megumi glances at her again, this time his face looking slightly uncertain. After the match is over, with Megumi winning again, the boy gets up and goes to turn the PlayStation off. He looks back at the doll and says, so quietly that Toji barely hears him, “I hope you’re still here next time.”

Toji steps out of sight before Megumi can spot him, continuing down the hall and leaving the door slightly cracked. In the kitchen, he grabs a bottle of water and a bag of chips, just to have something to bring back in case his doll beats him back to his room.

As he leaves the kitchen, he bumps into the owner, who stops him in the hallway.

“Oh, Fushiguro, I wanted to talk to you.”

“What’s up?” he asks, cracking open the water bottle.

“It’s about your doll,” the owner says in a smooth voice. “We have a potential buyer. He’d like to meet with her this week.”

Toji’s entire body freezes in place, the water bottle inches from his open mouth. He blinks, then slowly lowers his hand. “Already?” he asks.

The owner gives him a strange look. “It’s been four weeks. That’s when we usually start interviewing buyers. …Is everything alright?”

Toji nods. “Yeah, yeah, everything’s fine. I guess I just lost track of time.”

The owner is still looking at him as if he might be sick. “Take care of yourself,” she says before disappearing down the hall.

Toji heads back to his room, suddenly feeling irritated.

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ktwritesstuff · 2 years

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The Babysitter (a Last of Us fanfic) pt. 2

Title: The Babysitter Fandom: The Last of Us Rating: Explicit Characters & Pairings: Joel Miller x Reader Word Count: ~3,500 Summary: Outbreak day and adventures in babysitting. Lovingly beta-read by @bs-fangirl. Additional content notes below the cut

Content Notes & Warnings: Man, oh, man, the Last of Us girlies are thirsty! This part follows the game/show fairly closely so there shouldn't be too many surprises. Just to forewarn you, this chapter includes a teenager fantasizing about a grown ass man (explicit, but short,) canon violence, & character death.

Austin 2003

You usually didn’t get into the school spirit, especially when it came to football. You played in the marching band at halftime, but weren’t usually invited to the afterparties. It was your senior year and the Bulldogs were headed to the playoffs for the first time in over a decade. So when your best friend invited you to a celebratory bonfire after the game, you figured it was probably the last chance you had to make fond memories of the place.

You drank a few beers while Cheryl and her boyfriend made out on the blanket next to you and listened to Mike Zurowski try to give an inspiring speech about how they would dominate the state championship. But after the first string running back took off his pants and streaked across the highway you decided you’d better leave before someone called the cops. You were just heading out when your phone rang. It was Joel Miller. You felt butterflies in your chest, wondering why he would call you so late.

“Hello?”

“Hey, Sweetpea, It’s Joel. I didn’t wake you, did I?” he sounded tired.

“No,” you said. “We were out celebrating the big game. I was just heading home. What’s up?”

“Listen, I’m sorry to call so late,” he explained. “I’ve got to go see Tommy–is there any chance you could come keep an eye on Sarah? She’s already in bed, I just don’t want her waking up in an empty house.”

“Yeah, of course,” you said. Of course it was for Sarah, it was the only thing that made any sense.

“Give me about 10 minutes. I’ll have Andy and Cheryl to drop me off.”

“You’re an angel,” Joel sighed.

“I’ll see you soon.”

The short drive was surprisingly harrowing; you nearly got pancaked by a fleet of firetrucks and emergency vehicles. You guessed some folks had partied a little too hard.

Joel already had his keys in hand as Andy dropped you at the curb. Thankfully, he seemed to be in too much of a hurry to notice you still reeked of Lone Star beer, despite the mints Andy kept stashed in his glove compartment.

“Thanks again,” Joel said, meeting you at the door. “Be sure to lock up behind me. Make yourself at home; help yourself to anything in the fridge. I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

“Sure thing, Mr. Joel,” you said. “Drive safe; I think the drunks are out.”

You went to the kitchen and checked the fridge. You contemplated helping yourself to another beer, but decided against it. The Millers didn’t drink soda, but they always kept a few cans of Diet Coke on hand for you. You took a seat on the couch and turned on the television.

About half an hour into reruns of Dawson’s Creek, a car alarm started going off. You ignored it at first, but it just kept going. Finally you switched off the television and turned to peer through the blinds onto the street.

“What the hell is going on out there?” You murmured to yourself; finally the alarm went silent.

You climbed the stairs in the darkened house to check on Sarah, cracking her door open just enough to find her sleeping soundly in the bed. You closed the door softly. Your gaze drifted down the hall, lingering on the door to Joel’s room. A little voice in the back of your mind told you to turn around and go back downstairs, but he had told you to make yourself at home.

You tiptoed down the hall and put your hand on the knob, turning it slowly. The door creaked on its hinges as you pushed it open. You froze, listening intently, but all you could hear was a neighbor’s dog barking in the distance. Your heart was pounding as you stepped into the room.

There was an exercise bike in the corner, a full laundry basket with used towels and worn clothes spilling on the floor. You had never been in a man’s room before. Even at home, your mother devoted considerable effort to cleaning up after your father and brother. You noticed a framed picture of Sarah on the cluttered dresser along with an oscillating fan and radio. The bed was unmade, a striped quilt and dark sheets looking comfortably rumpled and inviting. You took a seat on the bed, feeling the soft fabric under your fingertips. Against your better judgment, you laid down.

The bed smelled faintly of sweat and old spice. You closed your eyes and rolled over, pressing your face into one of the pillows. You liked the idea of sharing Joel’s bed. Not now, but in a few years. You’d be 22 when Sarah graduated from high school, Joel would still be in his early 40s. That wasn’t so unthinkable, was it?

A weight settled onto the bed beside you, warm and firm. A soft whisper of a moan by your ear. Your right hand followed the path of his as it snaked over your waist and between your legs. You reached behind you with your left, fingers twisting in thick curls. His breath was warm and his beard tickled the delicate skin of your neck as he kissed you. You felt safe. You felt peaceful. You felt loved.

You leaned into him as his mouth traveled across your shoulder and down to the top of your breast. You opened your legs so he could slip inside you, fingers stroking through your hot folds up and down and up and down as hips rocked into you. You felt a knot tightening in your belly. You wanted to feel him there. You pressed back into him. Your toes curled. You were so close; you were already so full of him, but you needed more. Just a little more.

You jolted out of sleep at the sound of the front door opening. Your face felt hot and flushed with sleep with one hand stuffed down the front of your jeans–how embarrassing. You pushed yourself up and glanced at the clock on the bedside table. It was after 2 in the morning. You had no idea what had kept Joel out so late, but you did not want him catching you in his bed with your hand down your pants. You jumped up, re-ruffling the sheets as quickly and quietly as you could before slipping out of the bedroom.

In the hall, Sarah’s bedroom door was open and her bed was empty. From the top of the stairs you could see the front door had been left hanging open as well.

“Shit,” you gasped, pounding down the stairs. “Fuck! Shit. Sarah! Sarah!”

You spotted her in the neighbor’s yard, dragging their dog toward the house by the collar. It was fighting her hard, like it didn’t want to go.

“Sarah!” you screamed. Your heart pounded as you ran to her. “What the hell are you doing?!”

The dog finally managed to slip its collar and took off down the street.

“Mercy!” Sarah yelled, lunging after the dog. “Mercy got out.”

You grabbed Sarah by the arm, harder than you intended. As you stood there on the dark street, there was a deafening roar. You looked up to see a plane flying low, too low. A wave of icy dread washed over you.

“Leave it! Get back in the house!” you yelled, pushing her in front of you as you rushed back to the house. “Now!”

Once you were inside and had locked the door, you took a breath. Sarah rubbed her arm with a frown. You felt terrible, realizing you had really scared her.

“I’m sorry,” you said. “I’m sorry; I didn’t mean to hurt you. I didn’t mean to yell. I just got scared.”

“What are you doing here?” Sarah asked. “Where’s my dad?”

“He had to see your Uncle Tommy,” you explained. “He didn’t tell me why, but he asked me to come keep an eye on you.”

Sarah went to the living room and grabbed the remote from the coffee table to flip on the television. The station that had been playing reruns earlier was now nothing but static. She began to scroll through the channels, still nothing.

You screamed at the sound of a key scraping in the lock and threw your arms around Sarah. The front door swung open, Joel and Tommy were on the other side.

“Jesus, you girls alright?” Joel asked.

“We’re fine,” Sarah sighed in relief. “You just startled us.”

“What’s going on?” you asked.

“There’s been an accident,” Joel said, breathlessly, pushing Sarah up the stairs. “Tommy’s going to take you home. Sarah, go get your backpack, come on.”

You remembered the morning of September 11th–sitting in the auditorium as the kids with parents at Camp Mambry got called out of the room–all the teachers would say was there had been an accident, a plane crash.

You watched with increasing anxiety as Joel disappeared up the stairs with Sarah. No more discussion.

“Come on,” Tommy said, ushering you out of the house. “We gotta go.”

You had met Tommy only a few times, but you knew him by reputation. He had served in the Gulf War and spent over a year in Afghanistan before an honorable discharge. Given that he was such a hothead, you sometimes wondered about the honorable part.

“What’s really going on?” you asked, as he climbed into the cab of the truck beside you.

“I don’t know,” he said, starting the engine and peeling out of the driveway fast enough that you grabbed on to what your mother referred to as the ‘Oh, Shit’ handle above the door. Somehow that answer managed to scare you even more.

“Are we going to be okay?” you asked.

“You just get inside and lock your doors,” he instructed.

You thought you heard a scream and turned to look out the rear windshield, straining your eyes in the darkness, but there was nothing.

“You got a basement?” Tommy asked.

“Yeah.” You met his eyes in the rearview mirror.

“Get in it,” he instructed. “You grab whatever food and water you’ve got. Take your family down there and seal up the windows and doors, you hear me?”

You nodded. You were shaking. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes and you wiped them away with the cuffs of your sleeves. You felt like you were going to be sick. Tommy’s driving didn’t help; he took the turn down your street hard enough to slam your body into the passenger side door.

“If they don’t listen to you, you make them listen,” Tommy warned. “Or leave them.”

You nodded. Tommy pulled into your driveway, slamming on the breaks just shy of running into the back of Paul’s Jeep.

“Get your keys out now,” Tommy instructed, he flipped on the overhead light as you fumbled through your purse with shaking hands. “Get inside, quick.”

You sprinted up the stone path and steps to the door. The porch light was off and you scrambled to get the key in the lock. After a few seconds the door finally swung open and you glanced over your shoulder to see that Tommy was still parked in the drive.

As you turned back, you realized Paul was standing in the hallway, but he didn’t look right–his head cocked to one side as he watched you. There was something in his mouth. He was covered in blood. It coated his arms and dripped from his chin, staining the white and gold of his football jersey.

You screamed. Paul ran at you, slamming into you like a freight train. You threw your arms in front of your face as he snapped at you like an animal, grabbing for your throat. You screamed again, trying to fight him off–he grabbed your breasts with both hands, like he wanted to tear them from your body. You knew you were going to die; you kept fighting anyway.

There was a deafening bang…

The next thing you were aware of, you were in the bed of Tommy’s truck. It was dark except for the headlight beams stretching out across a deserted cotton field.

“She ain’t family. Doesn’t mean she’s sick; I’m just saying we don’t know.”

You blinked, willing your eyes to focus. Tommy and Joel were standing at the tailgate speaking in hushed tones. Tommy had his rifle in his hands, not aiming it, but still too close for comfort.

“I know,” Joel said. “But she goes to school with Sarah–been with her all night. If she’s sick…”

“Sarah,” you started to panic, trying to push yourself up. Everything hurt; your arms felt like jello. “Where’s Sarah?”

“Daddy,” a soft voice called from inside the cab of the truck.

“You stay in the truck, baby,” Joel yelled. “Don’t come out here.”

You smelled metallic, copper penny. You were covered in blood. Whose was it? Your momma’s? Daddy’s? Paul? Your chest hurt from where he had grabbed you. He was so strong. How had you gotten away? Your eyes drifted back to Tommy’s gun.

“Do it,” you said.

Joel and Tommy both froze, realizing for the first time that you had been listening. That you understood they were debating what to do with you. Paul had tried to kill you; Tommy had killed Paul. Your parents, you realized, were almost certainly dead. And whatever happened to them, that was making people go crazy and hurt one another, would happen to you, too.

“Do it,” you repeated. You didn’t want to die, but if you were going to hurt someone, maybe even Sarah.

“Please. I’d do it myself, but I’m scared.”

“Shit,” Joel sighed, lowering the tailgate of the truck. “C’mere, Sweetpea. Come here, let me take a look at you. You’re gonna be alright.”

You inched forward on hands and knees. Joel ran his hands over your arms, your face, your neck, you weren’t sure what he was looking for. He took an extra moment, adjusting the collar of your shirt to examine the bruises blooming across your chest, probing them with his fingertips. You realized it was the first time he had touched you, not rough, but insistent, hurried.

“Open your mouth,” Tommy instructed, shining a flashlight into your face, still holding his rifle in the other hand.

You blinked against the bright light, opening your mouth.

“If she’s got it,” Tommy concluded. “She doesn’t look like the others.”

“You stay down and hang on,” Joel instructed, slamming the tailgate closed; he and Tommy got back in the truck. “We’ll head north and cut across toward Barton Creek.”

The road back into town was rough, but once you were back on the main drag things got a lot worse. Most folks were running and screaming–others had gone violent, feral, grabbing on to whoever they could reach and tearing them apart.

You were terrified that one of them might jump into the bed of the truck. You grabbed onto the handle of the big toolbox and hunkered down as best you could, squeezing your eyes closed while Tommy struggled to navigate through the chaos.

By some stroke of luck, you were thrown clear of the wreckage when the truck turned over. You must have had a concussion–you lost consciousness for a moment–your head was screaming but you were alive and as Tommy hauled you up by the collar of your shirt, you were able to get your feet under you and stand.

“Come on, girl,” he said with surprising tenderness. “You got this.”

Your vision cleared; Joel was digging Sarah out of the wreckage of the truck. Her ankle had been pinned, probably broken, and wouldn’t bear weight. You stumbled toward them and ducked under Sarah’s arm to help support her as Tommy went around to the other side of the truck to retrieve his rifle.

“Look out!” you screamed, watching helplessly. Tommy dove out of the way as a police cruiser slammed into the overturned truck. The officer inside slumped over the steering wheel, unmoving.

“Don’t look, baby,” you reached to cover Sarah’s eyes. “Don’t look.” You had read how seeing human remains could really mess a person up. You didn’t have time to wonder how what you had seen tonight would affect you.

“You go!” Tommy called from the other side of the wreckage. “I’ll find another way through.”

You and Joel started down the sidestreet supporting Sarah’s weight between you. You turned down the adjoining alley, trying to get away from the crowds and the chaos, and nearly ran straight into more carnage. Joel froze in place; there on the other side of the alley one of those things–you wondered when they stopped being human–was, well, you could only think to describe it as feeding. Like a vampire. You had never really cared for Tom Cruise. But its victim was still alive. He saw you, reached out for help with a low moan.

“Here,” you whispered, lifting Sarah’s weight into Joel’s arms, slowly, carefully. “Here.”

“Don’t,” Joel hissed back, holding Sarah in his arms like a new bride.

“Go,” you said, taking another step into the alley.

You didn’t know what you were going to do, but you had to do something. If sharing air and close contact with these things is what made you sick, then you were already dead. But Joel and Sarah still had a chance.

Then the thing sat up. You met its eyes and it met yours and you knew whatever it was, it wanted you. You had fucked up.

“Go!” you called, sprinting back through the alley after Joel and Sarah. You were just a few feet behind them with the thing closing in fast.

You did have one advantage that perhaps even Joel or Tommy did not. Like every girl you knew, you had devoted a considerable amount of your brain power every day to planning what you would do if there were a predator after you.

You followed Joel through the back door of an abandoned bar, pushing tables and tearing down stools into the path behind you as you went. The thing stumbled and clawed its way through–one leg jutting out at a sickening angle, but it still kept coming impossibly fast and unfeeling.

As you followed Joel’s path through the kitchen you used the extra seconds you had bought to push the standing cooler in front of the swinging door. It took all of your might–adrenaline flooding your body. But as you raced from the kitchen, you could hear the thing forcing its way through your blockade.

You heard a shot, staring down the road at a humvee and a soldier, but even with the thing chasing you clearly dead, he didn’t lower his gun.

“Take her,” Joel said, handing Sarah off to you. “Stay behind me.”

You lifted Sarah, she was too big to be carried like a child, but you cradled her with her legs looped around your waist, covering her head with one hand.

“What about Uncle Tommy,” Sarah said.

“He’ll be fine,” you said. “We’ll go back for him.”

The soldier was talking on his radio, you strained to listen, but your hearing hadn’t recovered from all the gunfire. Then the soldier was lifting his gun.

“Run!” Joel shouted. “Run!”

He was turning toward you and you turned to run, but then you heard the shots. Joel slammed into your back. You tried to hold on to Sarah, but you fell–all the wind knocked out of you–rolling down the hillside.

You pushed yourself up from where you had landed on your belly. You saw Sarah on the ground a few feet away, a dark stain spreading across the front of her shirt.

“No,” you chanted, scrambling toward her on hands and knees. “No, Sarah.”

Sarah moaned as you drew her head into your lap and pressed your hands into her belly.

“I have to,” you cried, pressing down hard. “I’m sorry. I have to.”

You didn’t even notice the soldier had followed you to finish the job until you heard the second shot and saw Tommy standing beside Joel with the rifle, the dead man at his feet.

Then they saw you, struggling to keep Sarah’s blood inside her. Joel lunged at you, pushing you off her. Sarah cried in pain as he tried to lift her. You watched as life drained out of her and she went limp in his arms. You felt cold. You felt sick. You felt numb.

“You’re hit,” Tommy said, kneeling down beside you. You didn’t know what he meant until he pressed his hand into your shoulder and searing pain ripped through your body.

#joel miller x reader #the last of us fanfiction #the last of us #the last of us hbo #joel miller #pedro pascal #tlou fanfiction #tlou #tlou hbo

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jadelion · 8 months

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I need to know that you're ok

This is my first fanfic, I hope you like it.

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53663482

1849 words

Adaine x Fabian

Mostly fluff and a bit of hurt/comfort

Summary: Fabian doesn't want to go home, Adaine wants to help him

(Junior Year spoilers)

"You guys wanna go to Basrar's?" Fabian asked, as nonchalantly as possible.

It was the end of their first week back at school and Seacaster Manor had only felt lonelier day by day. He didn't want to make it obvious, but going back to that empty home was something Fabian desperately wanted to avoid.

Fig was the first to respond, “Sure, I got nothing else to do!”

Each of the others responded in turn, until it came to Adaine. She paused for a moment, knowing that they all did in fact have quite a lot of work to do. However, as she looked at Fabian she saw something in his eyes that convinced her to agree.

As they all climbed into the Hangvan, Adaine sat next to Fabian. She bumped his shoulder to get his attention.

“You good?” she asked with a kind smile.

“Yeah… yeah! I'm good.” he responded, in a not very convincing tone.

She nodded her head, “Alright.”

She had decided to let it rest for now, but Adaine was determined to figure out what was troubling her friend and to help him though it.

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They all sat around a table at Basrar's, sipping milkshakes and eating ice-cream.

“Do you guys think Squeem will make it back here?” Kristen asked.

Fig responded, “I believe in him.”

Gorgug nodded along.

Riz pushed some papers towards Kristen and she picked them up to read with a sigh.

“Oh, is that for the campaign? How's it going?” Adaine inquired.

“Yeah, it's going great. I really think we have a shot at this.” Riz answered.

“We're going to destroy that Kippercopper Whatever-the-fuck.” Kristen said excitedly.

“Hell yes!” Fabian yelled.

The bad kids went on discussing life and school, but every now and then Adaine shifted her focus to Fabian. She just couldn't get the thought of that look in his eyes out of her head. It was lessened now, but it still worried her. She needed to know that he was alright.

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Later, they were all sat around the TV in Mordred Manor. They'd picked out some fun, shitty horror movie to watch. The sun was setting by the time the credits rolled and Gorgug got out of his seat.

“I better be getting home.” He announced to the group, “Fabian, Riz, you two want a ride?"

“Yeah, sure.” Riz responded.

“Ehh, I don't need to go home right away.” Fabian said, leaning back in his seat on the sofa. “I think I'll stick around here a bit longer.”

Gorgug and Riz said goodbye and the others went back to chatting. After a while, Fig jumped out of her seat, announcing that she had just come up with an idea for a song. Without another word she ran off to her room.

About half an hour later, Kristen left as well to do her pre-bed workouts, leaving only Adaine and Fabian in the living room.

“I can leave if you want to go to bed soon.” Fabian said.

“No, no, I actually wanted to talk to you about something.” Adaine responded, turning to face him on the sofa. “What's up with you?”

“Huh?”

“You've been acting weird all week. You brushed me off when I asked about it earlier, but I know something’s wrong.”

“Adaine, I…”

“If you really don't want to talk about it that's fine, but I really just want to help you.”

Fabian sighed. “No, it's fine. It might actually be good to talk about it. So, you know how my Mama and Gilear went on holiday?"

“Yeah.”

“Well, I have no idea how to live on my own. I don't know how to cook, I don’t know how to clean my clothes… I don't know how to do anything.”

“Oh, you should’ve told us sooner, we can help you learn how to do all that stuff!”

Fabian lit up a little at this, but there was still something bothering him. “That's wonderful, thank you Adaine.” He said with some hesitation.

Adaine moved a little closer to him on the sofa. “There's still something wrong, what is it?”

“Well…” He sighed, “God this is pathetic.”

She put her hand on his shoulder and looked him in the eyes. “No Fabian, it's not pathetic to ask for help. Please, tell me about it.”

He looked away from her, fidgeting with his hands. The feeling of her hand on his shoulder made him calmer, yet somehow more nervous at the same time.

“I don't think I want to live alone. Each night in that empty house makes me more and more miserable.”

“I see, well I’m sure Jawbone and Sandra Lynn would be more than happy for you to stay here. Tracker’s old room is free now, or I have a spare bed in my room if you’d prefer that.”

Relief flooded Fabian’s body as he felt as though a weight was lifted. Though, his heart still raced for some reason that he couldn't quite understand.

“Oh, Adaine, you’re far too kind.” He said, but then he took a moment to think. “I thought Aelwyn was staying in that bed.”

Fabian’s question caught Adaine off guard, now it was her who couldn't look at him. She removed her hand from his shoulder as she stared at her reflection in the blank TV.

“Uh, not anymore. She moved out before we got back.” She paused for a moment. “I wish I could have spent more time with her before that.”

Fabian wished he could help her the way she had helped him, but there was no easy solution to this problem. So, he tentatively put his arm around her shoulders and pulled her into a hug, in hopes to at least comfort her.

His touch was warm and soft, breaking through the brave face she had being trying to put on. She leaned into the hug, struggling to keep her composure.

“We save the world and I reconnect with my sister, only to have to go out and save the world again and not get to spend any time with her. And to top it all off, I'm going to need to get about 10 jobs just to pay for school supplies.” She started crying as she buried her face into his chest. “I feel like we never get a goddamn break.”

“Adaine.” He said softly as he hugged her tighter. “I'll pay for your school stuff if you want.”

She sobbed softly. “I don't want to burden you.”

“It's not a burden. I have plenty of money, why not use it for something good?”

She was silent for a few moments, thinking it through, before she responded quietly, “Thank you, Fabian.”

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They sat there silently in each others’ embrace for about 10 minutes, until they both suddenly became rather aware of their current position. Adaine could feel Fabian's heart racing and her mind wandered back to a memory that it often did, a memory that she was always trying to forget.

It was about two years ago when they had fought at the Durinson Mithral Factory. Fabian was talking to the Hangman and he made a comment about her that she wasn't really supposed to hear, but she did.

"She is rather cute”

It shouldn't have stuck in her mind the way it did, they were just friends. When he started pursuing her sister she tried to completely shove any other possibilities out of her mind. Though, that was extremely difficult to do when so much of what he did still made her heart pound.

At the same time, Fabian was trying to push away similar thoughts. That's what he had always been trying to do, attempting to find distractions that could keep his mind off her. First with Aelwyn and now more recently with Ecaf. He could let himself get caught up in those toxic relationships to keep himself from the possibility of getting his feelings truly hurt by someone who actually mattered to him.

However, he couldn't stop the fact that every time he saw her cast a powerful spell he would get a little flustered. He couldn't deny the fact that so often when he was showing off it was in an attempt to impress her. He wished these things weren't true and that he could just see her the same way he saw the rest of his friends, but they were and he couldn't.

Neither of the two knew the other’s feelings and they were both so sure that their feelings could never be reciprocated.

Adaine pushed herself away from Fabian as she felt her face flushing. His heart sank as he felt the space grow between them, but a part of him was thankful for it. However, as she turned away from him, he noticed something that made him a little worried.

“Adaine, are you feeling alright? Your whole face is red. Should I go get someone to help?”

“N- no no, I'm fine, it's nothing.” She stammered.

She stood up and moved a few paces away from him. He followed behind her, but stayed a little back, not wanting to overwhelm her.

“Adaine, seriously, what's wrong?” He asked softly.

So many thoughts were rushing through her head as she desperately tried to figure out some way to brush this all off. Without thinking, she suddenly blurted out the loudest thing on her mind.

“Do you still think I'm pretty?”

Fabian just stood there in stunned silence, trying to figure out how to respond. As soon as Adaine realised what she had said she began to panic.

“Oh, no no no no no no no.”

She started walking away, not able to face him, not able to face the look of disgust that was surely on his face. But before she could, he gently grabbed her. As she stopped in her tracks, he turned her to look at him.

“Wait, Adaine, I… yes.”

As he looked into her eyes, Fabian knew that he couldn't run from it anymore. Still holding her hand in his, he gently placed his other hand on her cheek and took a deep breath.

“Can I kiss you?” He asked quietly.

Adaine’s heart pounded in her chest as she heard those words and nodded her head. It felt like nothing mattered outside of this moment with him.

He leaned forward and kissed her softly. It was different to any kiss he'd had before. Not as intense, but just as, if not more, passionate.

As he pulled away they both took a second to process what had just happened. They each felt like they had been freed from something that had been trapping them for a while now. However, Adaine was still slightly anxious.

“What will the others say?” She asked.

“That's an issue for tomorrow.” Fabian responded, leading her back towards the sofa. “Let's just enjoy this right now.”

As they sat back down, they kissed again, this time more sure of themselves. They held one another tightly. After a while, they fell asleep in each others' arms, nervous and excited for what this change in their relationship might bring.

#fantasy high #fantasy high fanfic #fhjy spoilers #dimension 20 #fabian seacaster #adaine abernant #fabian x adaine #adaine x fabian #fabadine

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mirandapriestlyswife · 5 months

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Mirandy fanfic- Apocalypse Au; Chapter 4

Hi everyone! Sorry this took so long Ive been busy :) this is mostly just fluffy filler, im hoping to make the next few chapters more angsty. Enjoy!

Prologue- https://www.tumblr.com/mirandapriestlyswife/747204446805704704/mirandy-fanfic-apocalypse-au-prologue

Chapter 1 https://www.tumblr.com/mirandapriestlyswife/747303362291286016/mirandy-apocalypse-fic-chapter-1

Chapter 2 https://www.tumblr.com/mirandapriestlyswife/747419492186996736/mirandy-fanfic-apocalypse-au-chapter-2

Chapter 3 https://www.tumblr.com/mirandapriestlyswife/747593307288403968/mirandy-fanfic-apocalypse-au-chapter-3

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Waking up with your old bosses head snuggled tight in the crook of your neck is a nice feeling, but an odd one at that. It’s what Andy has been dealing with the last 6 weeks. After that first night Miranda was quick to move all of her things to the studio apartment she resided in. The floor was practically shaking under the pressure of the dozens of suitcases Miranda had brought with her. Eventually, as she assumed, Miranda got sick of the pull out couch. Its what she expected. What she didn’t expect was for Miranda to insist they inhabit a place that required less stairs to climb.

“Maybe a nice first floor hotel room?” Andy suggested

“No room on the first floor is nice.”

“Maybe we could go to queens? See if theres any abandoned places there?”

Miranda snorted, “Queens.. Be serious, Andrea.”

“Maybe we could take a trip like I suggested?”

“No.”

“Alright..”

Miranda let out a deep sigh and a grunt, “Maybe.”

Maybe was good enough for Andy!

Over the weeks they had finally decided on a beautiful brownstone, probably abandoned by some rich upper class losers who had ditched the city to go hide in one of those bunkers upstate.. At least thats what shes assuming since Miranda made her look through every room, under every duvet cover, in every bathtub, for any corpses but none were to be found. It took the two of them what felt like hours to haul Mirandas suitcases inside (with Andy doing most of the work).

Now the two sat, with Miranda sitting at the kitchen island reading some old magazine as Andy prepared “lunch” (a combination of canned green beans, spam, and canned corn), she didn’t bother telling Miranda its spam so she’d actually eat.

“Whatcha reading?”

“Runway.”

“Really? I never would’ve guessed.” She smiled and slid Miranda her plate which Miranda looked at with only mild disgust rather than her usual “oh my God I used to have a private chef, now look at me” face. She sat down next to the editor and took a bite of the salty green beans. It was weird, having this almost domestic relationship with Miranda of all people.. I mean- they slept in the same bed for Gods sake. Andy couldn’t tell what she felt for the older woman anymore, something between love and slight fear, alike before the outbreak, but maybe with a bit less fear after sleeping in the same bed as her for nearly a month. They haven’t spotted another living person in all of New York City, it felt as Miranda said, “A waste of time” to keep looking.

“Sooo.. Anything new in Runway?”

Miranda let out a displeased grunt.

“Can you at least eat?“

Miranda visibly rolled her eyes and shut her magazine before poking at the meal.

“You slept in late today.” The editor noted aloud.

“Yeah.. Guess I was tired-“

“I was worried you died.”

Andy snorted and took a bite of her spam when she saw Miranda staring at her with her piercing blue eyes, somehow scarier in the afternoon light. “Im serious.”

Andy paused, unsure how to act. “Mira- what-?? Im not gonna just die on you!” She awkwardly sputtered out.

“Well.. Good.” The editor stared at the other woman’s facial features for a minute before turning back to her plate and continuing to poke at the food.

“Can you actually eat something? Im tired of watching you poke at your food like some snooty house cat.” She watched closely as Miranda rolled her eyes and finally took a bite of the corn with a displeased look.

“Good?”

“Its fine.”

Andy chuckled, “Thanks.. I worked all day on it.” Miranda was not amused by her attempt at humor.

The two ate in silence until Andy spoke up. “I think im gonna head out today.. Look for some more food or something.. You want anything special?” The editor rolled her eyes

“A ribeye would be lovely.”

“Sure ill add it to the list next to the lobster dinner.”

Miranda grumbled and took a bite of meat which she visibly cringed at. She sighed woefully as they ate in silence.

“I like your shoes.”

“They’re last seasons.”

“Im sure no one will notice.”

Miranda smiled. Andy found it rewarding to see the editor smile. It felt as if she was playing a constant game of try not to laugh and she was always losing, but sometimes she had a small victory.

“We should go to MoMa soon.” Miranda suggested as she pushed her half eaten food away and stood up.

“We could go today?”

“I thought you would be searching for more cans of vomit to serve us.”

Andy frowned, “Hey! Its good. You’re just too privileged to appreciate the effort that goes into-“

“Into opening a can?” Miranda smirked, she always got that smug look of satisfaction when she was right, it made Andys heart flutter.

“I don’t just ‘open a can’, I have to go search for things I’ll hope you’ll eat, touch dusty crates in the back of bodegas, its gross.” Miranda simply scoffed and turned on her heels, setting the magazine she had been reading on the slightly dusty table that displayed photos of the twins Miranda had taken with her along with two urns.

Andy never asked about the twins. She was sure Miranda didn’t want to talk about them. She sighed and scratched at her arm awkwardly as she leaned on the kitchen island.

“Well. If you must.. Scavenge, then go ahead. But I would like you back before dark.”

One thing new shed learned about Miranda Priestly was that the woman was absolutely petrified of the dark. Whenever the two went to bed the room had to be illuminated by battery powered candles just for the editor to sleep through the night. Andy might’ve found it endearing if it didn’t always put a time limit on all of her out of the house activities. She had to be home at 5:00 due to the shortened December days. Oh how she missed summer.

“Yeah. I’ll be back before dark.” She walked over to Miranda and grabbed a few of the massive grocery bags stored under the table. “Any requests before I head out?”

“Fruit. But get water with it. I dont like the sugary concoction that slathers the stuff.”

“Canned fruit, got it.” Andy sighed and to her own surprise leaned over and gave Miranda a kiss on the cheek goodbye.

Miranda froze, not looking displeased but a bit surprised as did Andy. She smiled and awkwardly said, “I’ll be back in two hours tops, okay?”

Miranda made a noise of approval and as Andrea was leaving the older woman piped up.

“Andrea?”

“Hm?” She turned on her heels to face Miranda.

“Be safe. I love you.”

Andy stared at Miranda in disbelief, “..I love you too.” She finally sputtered, the editor smiled and nodded before turning down the hall, most likely to go nap.

Andy was shocked, Miranda loved her?? Miranda Priestly loved her?! Maybe she was looking too much into it.. She might mean it as platonic love.. But still, the words made Andys heart skip a beat.

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I hope you enjoyed! Again, sorry for the wait

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happilydistinguishedbanana · 1 year

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Say It Again

Authors note: I’m so excited to finally put out my first fanfiction on Tumblr!! I really hope you enjoy this Crosshair fanfic! He’s become a recent favorite after season 2 and I just had to write something for him!!

Warnings: Nightmares, Implied Sexual Content, Slight Angst

Summary: Nightmares are never really all that easy to get through.

Word count: 1300+

Relationship: Crosshair x Female Reader

Everything in my body ached. My shoulders, my arms, my calves and thighs. We were deployed to some backwater planet where there just so happened to be separatist droid factory in the making. It was almost impossible to get into and a siege took place for weeks on end.

I didn’t really see the point in being there. The regs could have handled it by themselves although it would have taken much longer. But it wouldn’t have mattered to me as long as I got home safe and sound. Home.

She was waiting for me. She was always waiting for me in her little apartment on Coruscant, sitting patiently on her vintage red loveseat that we so often shared with each other. She would wear my purposely left behind undershirt while she slept in the large bed she bought after our first night together, inhaling my leftover scent as deeply as she could without erasing it completely. She’d stare at my toothbrush, my mug that says ‘WORLDS BEST GRANDMA,’ read the special addition of How to Shoot a Blaster I got her for her birthday, and listen to all the voice recordings I send her when I’m too tired to type. And knowing all that made coming home so much more special.

The lights were off when I stepped through the door. It was late and she stopped making it a habit of staying up on nights she didn’t think I was going to be home. I turned on the kitchen light and leaned my rifle against the counter. There was a pot of soup sitting on the stove and I couldn’t help the small chuckle that left my lips.

“Forgetful as always.” I hummed and put a lid on the pot and placed it into the fridge. There wasn’t much inside. She was overdue for a grocery trip. One I hope I get to go on, I thought.

After deciding to take my armor off and placing it delicately on her vintage loveseat, I head to the bedroom to see my girl. My girl.

The room was dark all except for the curtains drawn wide open, moonlight seeping in through the windows. Her face was nuzzled into the pillow, my pillow, and a pool of drool seeped into the satin case. Strands of hair flew over her face, and I tenderly pulled them aside tucking them behind her ear. She didn’t stir.

I threw my shirt off, pulled the sheets back and climbed in beside her. My rough fingers curled around her soft ones and in a matter of minutes I was sleeping peacefully.

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I didn’t know how much time had passed since I fell asleep but it couldn’t have been more than an hour before I was woken up from the sound of sniffles and quiet whimpers. My hand was still clenched around hers. She was trembling. I watched her quietly, her face contorting at moments and little mumbles passing through her lips. And then tears started to creep through her closed eyes and slide down her cheeks.

Suddenly I was more awake than I had felt in days. She never had a nightmare before, at least not when I was around. I didn’t know what to do. She was always so brave and strong, my rock on my worst days. But this was different and I had no clue on how to handle it. So I did the only thing I could think of:

Do what she would do for me.

I slid my free hand up the back of her shirt, my shirt, and rubbed at her back with enough pressure to wake her. She didn’t move, the tears still flowing steadily down her face. I leaned over and trailed kisses over her cheeks and eyelids and nose and lips, mumbling reassurances in the darkness of the night.

“Wake up, doll.” I pressed my forehead against hers. “Wake up.”

Her fingers twitched in my grasp and her breathing evened. Eventually her eyes opened, but not with the burning strength I was so used to seeing. She was silent for a moment and then she bursted into more tears. I said nothing and pulled her close, her face flushed against my bare chest. I did not shush her cries.

We stayed embracing each other until the early glimpses of sun shined through the window, coating us in a glowing warmth. Though we did not need it.

“You should sleep, doll,” I said quietly. “You should sleep.”

She breathed a quiet ‘no’ in the crook of my neck and I sighed. Soft lips started to press along my skin up until my jaw and then back down again. It was her morning ritual, a way of saying she was ready to get up and start the day but she couldn’t unless I was also. I only ever let my guard down with her, and with that comes sleeping in later than even she does. She always wakes me up when I’m home.

“Hey.” I said once she started nipping behind my ear, a sign that she was after something else entirely. “Don’t do that.”

“Do what?” She chuckles, continuing her assault.

“Do that.”

“Which is?”

I pulled her away and looked into her eyes. She pouts and I can tell whatever she dreamt was still bothering her.

“I know you better than you think.” I said. “And I know you know what I’m talking about.”

Any playfulness that was there left and she sat up. I watched her leave the comfort and safety of the bed, my shirt reaching below the curve where her thigh meets her butt. She goes to the closet and pulls out a shirt and some slacks. I watch her dress but I don’t force her to talk.

She shuffles into the bathroom. I can’t see her anymore. I hear running water, the scrape of a hairbrush on hair, the ruffle of a makeup bag filled too full. She does her whole routine and I only get up to follow her when she leaves for the kitchen.

She heats up the soup from the night before, eats half of it, pours the rest down the drain. She takes some vitamins, painkillers, and protein supplements. A cup of coffee is then brewed. She drinks one cup, then two, then four and I have to pull her away when she goes to make her fifth one. Not a word comes out of her mouth, but she kisses me deeply on the lips, the contact filled with promises I know she wishes to fulfill. And then she's gone off to work.

I don’t see her until a few hours later, later than when she gets off of work. Her hands are filled with grocery bags and my heart aches because I wasn’t able to go. We cooked dinner side by side, still hardly any words were said. She drinks a few glasses of wine and soon we are entangled together on her loveseat, pleasure and ecstasy the only thing on our minds.

And then finally she opened up to me, and I wished I kept her home like I do whenever I visit. She cries again and again and I hold her securely in my arms, whispering sweet things in her ears that mean so much to her.

When I lay next to her after the sun had set and we were ready to succumb to the pull of sleep, she leaned close to whisper in my ear.

“I love you,” She said.

“I know.”

“Say it back, Cross.” She kisses me. “Please say it back. Just this once.”

“I love you.”

“Say it again.” She kisses me a second time.

“I love you.”

“Again.” Another kiss.

“I love you.”

“One more time.” She kisses deeply, her tongue swiping my lower lip and I become lost for breath.

When she pulls away, her eyes shine bright with expectancy and I know exactly what to say. I then whisper:

“I love you, doll.” I kissed her, the nickname lighting up her eyes and then she finally smiled truly.

#crosshair x reader #the bad batch #star wars #fluff #angst with a happy ending

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wormdevourer · 2 months

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Hello how you doing if you're not taking requests feel free to ignore this but can you please do headcanons for Veritas ratio with a Reader that's smart even smarter then him smart and their a intp-t 5w4 SO they have kinda a rivalry

aw yes that sounds adorable :3 thank you for the first official request btw, it’s an honor~

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Ratio didn’t think there was a soul around who could possibly be more intelligent than him. He’d spent years and years learning and reading and doing his very best in school to rise to the top - but then came you.

You were as smart as he was - no, even smarter, and you were curious and creative, making you the top of the class in just a few months. How Ratio wished to snatch that title away from you, see the look on your face when he become top of the class instead…that’s all he wanted, really.

This perfectionist desire of his only grew when he caught wind of your test score - a perfect 100%, plus bonus points?! He’d gotten a perfect score as well, but bonus points?! Now you were just outdoing yourself.

The day after he’d found out about your score, he approached your desk with a stern glare. There you were, sketching something and completely oblivious to his prescience. It irked him how you could be so peaceful at a time like this.

“You’re Y/N, correct?” He snapped, breaking the silence between the two of you. You glanced up from your drawing (which he couldn’t help but notice was quite pretty), tilting your head curiously at him.

“Mhm, I am. And you’re Veritas Ratio, aren’t you?” Your voice was oddly calm and tranquil - how come Ratio couldn’t be that calm right now?!

He nods, narrowing his eyes. “Is it true that you got a perfect score and bonus points on yesterday’s test?” It almost hurt to say that.

“I did, yes. Why do you care?”

He scoffs at your question, obviously annoyed. “It was just a simple inquiry.”

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Laying in his bed that night, Ratio couldn’t stop his mind from wandering to thoughts of you - thoughts that made him grit his teeth and scowl to himself. Why did you have to be so good at everything - and so much better than him at it? He tossed and turned in his bed, annoyed and disgruntled. Mostly, he was annoyed at you, but a small part of him was upset with his own skills. Why couldn’t he just be better than you?

If you couldn’t tell, Ratio has extreme perfectionism.

It keeps him up at night. Why didn’t he just find a way to get those few bonus points from the test? Why can’t he be as good at drawing as you are? Hell, he isn’t even an artist, yet it bugs him that it’s something you’re better at than him.

After about half an hour of laying in his bed, trying to fall asleep but to no avail, Ratio climbs out of his bed and steps into his slippers. He just needs some fresh air.

Slinking through the silent, dark halls of the dormitories, he quietly exits the building and goes out to sit on the field. The moon is bright and big in the night sky, casting a soft, almost ethereal glow onto the dewy grass.

As Ratio settles down onto the grass, feeling the blades tickle his face, he lets out a long sigh before closing his eyes. It’s nice out here - nobody bothering him, no negative thoughts in his head, just focusing on the light breeze as it brushes past his hair.

“Are you dead or something?”

He knows that voice - it’s Y/N. He immediately opens his eyes, glaring at the person who has decided to sit beside him.

“No, I am not dead, you imbecile,” even as the insult spills from his lips, he can’t help but feel a pang of guilt for his harsh tone, “I’m merely lying here. Do you have an issue with that?”

“Nah,” the student replies with a chiding tone, grinning slightly, “just making sure.”

Ratio lets out another sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose between his fingers.

“You’re insufferable.”

“Heh. Thanks~”

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tysm for the request !! and yes I will gladly be taking requests for headcanons or fanfics or anything :)

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kanene-yaaay · 2 years

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I am here if you need

Alternative Title: Little Brothers.

Kanene’s notes: So, in the brazilian dub Ritsu was always calling Shigeo “his lil bro” (probably because he is taller than him sdfghjkjhg) and I kept this nickname on this fanfic because it’s honestly the most adorable thing so just a heads up in the case that is not something that happen in others dubs or on the original. Hope it’s not very confusing!

Warnings: There are rasbperries here and nursery rhymes, but besides that, nothing! Lots of brotherly fluff and angst full of hurt/comfort with Switch!Shigeo and Switch!Ritsu. Around 5.000 words.

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(Please consider reading my notes before the fanfic pls ^.^)

Ritsu is his little brother and Shigeo loves him.

Sometimes, everything is simple like that.

He doesn’t think life has ever been different. It’s like waking up to the sunrise every single day. You simply know that the next time you open your eyes, the sun will be there to greet you at the first signals of consciousness.

But he wouldn’t say Ritsu is like the Sun. Actually, he is much more like the Moon. A constant calming presence. Strong. Important. Always there when you need it. He is intelligent and funny and so, so amazing. And popular too, which is only natural. Of course everyone would love him. His little brother is incredible.

Shigeo couldn’t be prouder of him.

This is also a constant in his life when it comes to his brother. Love and pride.

(And fear and jealousy. But they were working on it).

Both feelings have always mingled together, accompanying their hurried steps as they grew up on those hot afternoons spent climbing tall trees and pointing at the caterpillars and bugs they found in their way.

They also followed the brothers as Ritsu went to the hospital to take his vaccines even though he was deadly afraid of needles and shaking the whole ride to the place, tightly holding Mob’s hands as the older one teared up and sniffled in empathy at his sibling’s struggles.

And on the moments they fought and Shigeo would freeze, stop and lock up because he was so afraid of losing control and then Ritsu would appear hours later with two cups of warm tea for them to sip quietly, sitting together with arms pressing on each other as the silence said words they couldn’t ever express.

Also on the way the older one would always keep money in his bag for the days when they stumbled on each other on their way to home so they could make a small detour to the ice cream store and have something nice after a busy day.

Or with how Ritsu would untwist his spoons when Mob lost control, and Shigeo would still remember his bro’s favorite shows as a kid and Ritsu would frown at him when he talked about Reigen but not say anything because he may not trust the guy, but the trusted Shigeo’s choices.

And. And. And.

That is why it was so easy to not be hurt when Ritsu got his powers and he found him in that alley. Because Ritsu was amazing. He was his little brother and Shigeo knew that feelings are a complex, difficult thing to control and when we can’t control them everything becomes terrifying (because you’re hurt) and scaring and pushing people away seems like the only good way to protect yourself. But it was fine. It was fine because Shigeo understood (he had someone who helped him to understand) and now that he understands he could help his brother. He would be there for him. Because he loved him and Ritsu also loved him and nothing in the world could ever change that.

That is why he sometimes laid awake, frozen in his bed in the middle of the night, frightening memories and horrible nightmares of those six hellish months mixing together in an undistinguished way, plaguing his mind and leaving him out of breath, as if there were rocks laying on his chest and a hand squeezing his throat, making his tongue feel like concrete in his dry mouth.

Sometimes he really despises the way that illusion changed him.

It was on one of those nights that Mob decided he couldn’t bear to stay alone in his room any longer.

Walking to the bathroom to wash his face only woke him more, however at least it also decreased the feeling that cotton was filling his brain and made his thoughts stop dragging themselves in the darkest spaces of his mind.

He stopped in front of Ritsus’ door, knocking on it very lightly, anxiety buzzing in his chest non stop. He didn’t care if it seemed childish. His fingers began to pull and fiddle with his pajamas’ shirt. It was nothing, really. Nothing really important. He just... He just... He really needed to look at Ritsu’s eyes right now and see more than indifference or disgust.

Ritsu opened his door. His eyelids were dropping. He was clearly tired, yet very alert even if all his movements were still sluggish from sleep.

And still...

“Lil bro,“ his voice was calm. Patient. Warm. Of course it was. It was Ritsu. What was Mob thinking? He would never... He wouldn’t...

“Something happened?”

Mob shook his head.

Quiet washed over them. Ritsu watched his brother for something and Shigeo kept staring at him because that shine in his eyes showed that he was worried. He was worried but also he wouldn’t pry and the oldest couldn’t put in words how much that alone made him relax.

(Worry was very different from indifference. Or hate. You didn’t worry about someone you didn’t care about. Shigeo held to this thought as if it was the only thing keeping him standing.)

Before he could say anything (his tongue was still so heavy) Ritsu held his hand and pulled him to the kitchen. Shigeo’s hand was sweaty. That couldn’t be comfortable.

He didn’t pull away.

(Ritsu cared.)

“Do you want some tea?”

It was more of a courtesy question than anything, really, since the taller one was already getting the teapot. Still, Shigeo said a tiny sound in agreement and moved to grab their cups either way. He had to let go of his brother's hands for this but it was fine. Because from time to time Ritsu would bump their shoulders together (I am here) or Shigeo would poke his arm to show the night outside their window (I care) and Ritsu would choose one of their favorite blands (I care) and the smell would be all over the kitchen so Mob had to open the window in the most careful and quiet way ever to not wake up their parents and then, since the window was open and they were already there, both would take their time to take a deep breath and stare at the night sky.

(I care. I care. I am here. I love you. I love you. I love you.)

They spent a handful of pieces of time like this before going back to Ritsu’s room, sitting on his futon and watching senseless videos on his phone.

Almost instantly Shigeo felt a head lay on his shoulder and he didn’t need to turn around to know his younger brother would be struggling to keep his eyes open. Therefore he calmly took the phone from his hands and adjusted himself carefully to not disturb the other.

Suddenly, he was nine years old all over again, putting a blanket over him and Ritsu while watching more videos in the middle of the night in secret until his sibling began taking more and more deep, paused breaths, indicating that he had fell asleep and now Mob could move him to lay on his futon without waking him up.

But he wasn’t eight years old anymore and didn’t realize that the nightmares and tea and the warmth and the comfort of having his family so close would make him fall on the hands of the dreamland easier, much before he could even properly adjust the blanket on themselves.

Did he remember to close the window?

(...)

When Shigeo woke up, he was laying on a futon that wasn’t his in his old room. The memories of the last night came back as he moved to sit, rubbing his eyes and yawning and. ah. He forgot to wash their cups last night.

Breakfast was fine, with mom talking and dad laughing and hot, enjoyable food between all of them.

He walked back to his room after he was finished (thankfully it wasn’t a school day) and left his door open due the another set of footsteps following him. It was a sunny day. Dimple must be at Reigen’s if he stayed out until now. Or maybe visiting Teru. It was fine. Today was going to be an okay day.

He turned around when the door closed, still a bit slow with the sleepiness that refused to leave his bones. His gaze found Ritsu’s, he didn’t look as worried as yesterday. That is good.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

He almost said ‘no’, the word already on the tip of his tongue. However... he didn’t want Ritsu to feel like he was pushing him away. He wanted to set a good example.

Besides, it all didn’t seem so horrible now that it was day and he wasn’t alone and they had tea and a good, warm breakfast. It felt less unspeakable

“...I had a nightmare.” His brother kept an open face, calm and understanding. “I don’t remember it well. But you helped.” He hugged him, hoping it would say more than just the few words he had. “Thank you.”

“I’m always here for you, lil bro.” Ritsu hugged him back.

They stayed a bit like this.

Ritsu huffed a laugh.

“Huh?”

“Do you remember the thing to cheer us up that dad always did when we were little and ran at him after a bad day?”

Ah. Shigeo did.

“And that you also began to do when I would show up in your room after a nightmare?”

Shigeo experimentally wiggled on the embrace, not being surprised when Ritsu’s arms kept him locked on the hug. Hands began spidering their way on his ribs and suddenly Mob was more than aware that his position wasn’t the best for protection and that he fell in a trap.

And yet, his arms - trembling and shaking with the effort to not shoot downwards and trap the offending hands and wiggling fingers in their attack - were determinately kept firm, still hugging Ritsu close.

This was a family tradition, afterall.

“Do you remember that silly song that dad would always sing when he tickled us?” Of course Shigeo did, afterall, he was the one who first took upon himself to learn and keep that tradition going during his own cheering-up tickle attacks against Ritsu. The same song that pried, amidst his giggly and squeaking protests about ‘how much he despised it’, the biggest and brightest smiles from his younger sibling. “I can’t recall it that well, but you will help me to sing it, right, lil bro?”

Before a single word could come out of his lips, Ritsu focused his tickly attention on his lowest rib, pinching and drumming on a spot right in the middle of it that never failed to fish a loud squeal and scramble his thoughts all over around the place because it tickled, it really tickled so, so much, the sensation spreading all across his torso and making him want to curl in a ball and smile and laugh and laugh and-

Giggles were dancing freely on the air and Mob was nodding his head non stop even before he noticed what he was doing.

“Thank you so much, lil bro!” Any naivety of those words would be lost at the scene of the gigantic, teasy (and yet a tad soft, because that shy, smiley expression on his lil bro's face was so much better than the haunted, exhausted eyes he saw yesterday) smirk on Ritsu’s features. He couldn’t help prodding the spot on both the right and left ribs at the same time only to see Shigeo try to wiggle from one side to another and stop because that made him jump into another tickly finger and then half second later wiggle again because it tickled.

After a few seconds of tormenting he stopped, though, giving his brother a breather, warmth spreading on his chest as he watched Mob use the break to shove his face on his shoulder, little bounces of his own shoulders being the only hint of the quiet titters and yelps that still spilled from his mouth. Ritsu gave his head a couple of fond pats with an amused snort.

He wasn’t finished, however.

“How does the song start, again? It’s been a while since I heard it…”

A huffed chuckle and a hesitant, mumbled sentence was what answered him, and because Ritsu was a little shit, he scribbled the vulnerable, incredibly ticklish neck that Mob’s hiding left unprotected.

“Sorry,” the playfulness in his voice showed that he was pretty much not sorry at all and would definitely do it again if Shigeo didn’t try to talk louder “can you say that again? I couldn’t hear you.”

Giggling giggling giggling.

“...R-round ahahand r-snrk” Shigeo shoved his face even more on his shoulder as Ritsu quickly changed his attack back to his ribs, being mindful to give every single inch of ticklish rib a few scratches and a good prodding before jumping to another. “round thehehe gar-r-rden gohohoes the teddy be-eek!”

Ritsu gave the weak spot on the back of his middle rib a last tickle before having mercy at his older sibling and continuing the song. And, well, if he even mimicked the goofy voice his father always did when he sang it… no one but his brother needed to know.

“One step.”

He pretended to “walk” in the direction of the unprotected armpits. Mob’s titters became more squeaky, already tipping on a full laughter.

“Two steps.”

He paused for a grand effect, mentally counting to three before unmercifully wiggling and digging his fingers on the target, keeping up his attack even when the older one jolted in the air, an unexpected bark of loud laughter breaking the previous silence and making Shigeo throw his head backwards, arms shooting down a second too late, only trapping the offending, playful tickly digits in their attack as his laughter turned into an unstable mix of squeaks and hiccups.

“And tickle under there.~”

“R-ritsu!”

The called one just snickered, paying the half heartedly protest no mind, especially since no more words or moves accompanied it. Knowing his brother he would endure a whole hour of goofy nursery rhymes and silly tickles if that meant keeping up the playful moment.

Huff.

Such a softie.

Before his laughter would become more hiccups than anything Ritsu decided to experiment and see if he still knew how to get a few snorts and airy giggles with the next rhyme.

He positioned both of his index fingers on Shigeo's cheeks.

"Now, how does the second part goes again…?" He pretended to think while swirling his digits on the spot, receiving plenty of puffed snorts as the bright eyes of his brother stared at him, his grin growing bigger at every small skittering. "Round and round…?" He looked at Shigeo expectantly.

"Thehehe hayssstack."

"Right." Then,his voice was back to the singing, goofy tune again, he almost decided to change his attack to tease the shortest's ears but Mob seemed to be having fun. "Round and round the haystack, went the little mouse."

"One step."

Once again he pretended to "walk", now directing the scribbling to the so ticklish neck.

"Two steps."

Shigeo's shoulders began to shake uncontrollably.

"And right up in the air."

He feigned going for his chin before changing to squeeze his sides on the last second, fishing a loud high pitched squeal, the belly laughter filling the entire room for a full second before falling to a silent laughter and the usual hiccups. Shigeo's torso weakly wiggled from left to right before he failed limply on Ritsu's arms, still giggling like crazy.

"W-wahahait!"

"Huh? Oh, shoot. That doesn't rhyme,must be something else then. Let me just try again." He stopped, leading his hands to spider over the other's stomach. "One step. Two steps. Into his little house."

And, as Mob was about to hold his wrists, the tickling came to a stop. And they stayed there, Shigeo giggling out the rest of the giddy feeling buzzing on his nerves and Ritsu chuckling and giving his back a couple of fond pats.

It took some minutes before Shigeo's voice filled the air again.

“I had forgotten about this tradition.” Mob said, honesty and warmth painting every word. “Thank you for reminding me, Ritsu.”

Ritsu smiled. His older sibling was really a big ol softie with a giant melting heart. "I'm always here for you, lil bro."

(...)

After a few weeks, such moment had been almost forgotten, being, instead, kept in a high shelf in Ritus’s mind after his brother’s nightmares became more sparse and their bimester's finals came to pull and throw them in a frenetic pace of clubs, studies and way too much schoolwork for just 24 hours per day.

In fact, that memory only resurfaced after his tests were over, right during that stressing period right after you finished every major thing you had to do, when your body was exhausted from weeks of study and work but you mind was still too full of everything (every exercise every test every record every observation every question and answers and notes and classes and-) to be able to let go of the adrenaline that kept him going and actually relax.

The taller didn’t even realize that Shigeo was in his room until a light touch on his arm broke him from the staring competition he was having with his textbook, wondering if it was worth it to study a subject or two just to make the anxiety gnawing the corner of his mind more bearable.

"Ritsu?"

"Hm?" He blinked, recovering fast from the unexpected touch. "Do you need something, lil bro?"

(Help with your studies? Help with understanding a confusing equation? A quick run down on the subject of last week? Help with cleaning? With your powers? With work?)

(Was he even worth something if he didn't hel-)

"No. Thank you." The attentive and calm eyes of the older one ere enough to make him let go of the book and stay on the here and now. Ritsu attempted to look patient and open, trying to not show his confusion and internal struggling to the other. He needed to get a hold of himself before he did something stupid again.

"Are you alright, Ritsu?"

The taller one stopped. Blinked one, two, three times before a smile opened in his face.

(It didn't reach his eyes.)

"Of course, lil bro. Why wouldn't I be?" He turned around to put his book in his bag again. Maybe he should start preparing his things for tomorrow.

"Because your tests were only over today and you've been through a stressful week of studies right after working hard during the school's festival, which usually overload the students council with more obligations than the normal amount."

Ah. That is right. The school festival. Has it been that long already? After a time everything starts mixing up in the same mess. His hands kept organizing his bag even if his breath hitched for a moment too long. Wednesday was when he had math in the first and second period, didn't he? He should probably check his exercise to see if his answers were correct.

Another light, careful touch on his shoulder made him stop.

"Ritsu, you are always here for me when I need it." Shigeo's tune was calm and light-hearted like it always had been. Like he always had been. Like helping Ritsu was not a chore only natural. "So if you need or want" his gaze became firm then, more determined "I am here for you too. You can trust me."

One blink.

Two blinks.

Ritsu opened his mouth to say something but no words came out.

Oh.

Okay.

That was right.

He could trust him, couldn’t he? Shigeo already proved that before, when they…

His lil bro always tried so hard for him. Ritsu could… He could try a bit more for him, as well.

"I am stressed." The words were low, stumbling out of his lips before he could stop them. Like ripping off a bandaid. "And there isn’t a reason for it anymore. I should try to… relax a bit."

Shigeo nodded and Ritsu scratched the back of his neck in a sudden bout of shyness as the other’s eyes scanned him, understanding.

Shigeo nodded once again.

"OK. That should be a good moment to tell you that I have a message for you, then."

"Really?" A message? That is… not what Ritsu was expecting. But his lil bro was good at breaking and going over expectations. He wondered if it was from someone at the school. "What is it?"

Mob looked at the window behind him, pointing at something. Voice as neutral as ever.

“Oh. What’s that?”

“Huh?” Ritsu turned around, scanning the scenery in search for something strange. It was only when he heard a small sound behind him that his eyes widened and he realized that he fell for the oldest trick in the book.

Arms came and hugged him from behind.

Flashes of memories filled his mind in less than one second. Laughter, wide smiles, giggles, wiggling fingers, surprise attacks.

“No!”

He would forever deny the way his voice was wobbly, embarrassing high pitched giggles already bubbling on his throat just at knowledge of what would happen, the buzzing feeling of anticipation making him want to kick and squirm around like crazy.

“It’s our cheering up tradition.”

Hands began giving the stomach they were resting on a few experimental pokes, each one of them leaving him wiggling from one side to another like a quite energetic worm. Ritsu could perfectly visualize his brother’s face even without looking at him: the way his eyebrows would be frowned in a concentrated way, curious eyes jumping from the teasing pokes to his reactions in search of what would bring out the brightest smiles or the most wheeziy snicker, just like a musician tuning his instruments.

“It’s not!”

“It’s a family thing.”

“It is really nOT!” In the last part, Ritsu’s voice was taken over by an unintelligible ‘eee’ sound as Mob gave the horribly, unfairly, awfully ticklish spot right under his bellybuton a scratch, legs almost giving out in the need to move and kick and stay and laugh and laugh and laugh.

“I-I’m… n-nohot- snrk. Come on!” He and Shigeo’s hands were caught in a game of cat and mouse for a bit when Ritsu wasn’t able to even start a sentence without having his words captured by pieces of barked laughter and badly muffled chuckles since his brother refused to leave that damn spot alone and it tickled so much. It tickled so, so bad. Shigeo’s ones escaping from his grip (not that it was that strong in the first place) with the skill of someone who tickled him since they were tiny humans and wasn’t about to stop now. The playful wrestling though gave him a breather and a chance to wheeze out his sentence. “I’m not seven anymore, lil bro.”

“Physical activities are a good way to destress and relax.” Mob’s tune was pensative, a light hint of a considerating humming in his voice as Ritsu finally succeeded in getting a hold of his hands, not letting them go even with the light tugs that this resulted. And, well, if a gigantic smile was plastered on his face and a couple of giggles escaped from his lips because of the playful moment, that is nobody’s business.

Besides, it was hard to not let a victorious (and strangely nostalgic. Had this ever happened before?) feeling wash over him as his older brother gave up from trying to free his hands.

Well, that wasn’t so bad.

Ritsu ignored the little sad weight on his chest that wished that it didn’t end so soon. Maybe… Maybe he could turn around and get a bit of a payba-

A big raspberry hit his shoulder blades, right in the middle space that connected both of them, a weak spot that even he had forgotten about. But as it seems, not Shigeo. Or his own body.

The sound that came out from his mouth was more of a screeching than actual laughter. Loud, fast - and not even remotely close from the huffed, quiet reactions from his older brother, - and uncontrollable giggling stumbled right out of his mouth when the maddening and tickly buzzing that made his nerves tingle didn’t go away, the tickling following him no matter how much he squirmed and wiggled around in his attempts to escape it, his hands letting go of Shigeo’s wrists to trash and shake around, totally unable to stop the older as he decided to throw quicker and smaller raspberries around both shoulder blades, fishing plenty of crackling squeals when they slipped and “accidentally” hit the back of his ribs and neck.

They were a shared tickle spot and one of the favorites for Shigeo to tickle, warmth filling his chest at the knowledge that he could make Ritsu happy and smiley with just a few playful tickles.

His hands were now free, though, so he could go back to his original plan.

Shigeo undid the hug, watching with an amused quirk of lips as his sibling clumsy tumbled out of it, frenetic, airy titters still floating in the room as if the tickling had never came to a stop. He waited for Ritsu to turn in his direction, bright, shiny eyes finding his before he slowly - so teasing slowly - lifted his hands, fingers mimicking claws as they clawed the air.

He used to do that all the time as a kid, Ritsu even called it-

“No!” Wide eyes and even a wider smile. Ritsu watched as the older approached with a giddy alarm, adrenaline running on his veins and muscles tensing in preparation to scramble away. He couldn’t believe Shigeo was doing that, it was so childish. “Do. not. No. Not The Claw!”

Mob didn’t stop his approaching steps, only clawing the air fast and faster as he got closer and closer and closer. “Shigeo!!”

“Tickle tickle tickle…”

Just three taunting words and then Ritsu was running away, laughter falling his lips when he managed to dodge from Shigeo and jump over his forgotten bag on the floor, shivers and the ghost feeling of poking fingers on his torso following him at every step, especially when he glanced behind with the corner of his eyes only to see the other one chasing right after him.

Oh, that is right. He is on the Body Improvement Club, shit, shit, shit-

This was so silly. This was so childish. So stupid and it didn’t make any sense and it was so so fun.

That was the moment he tripped on his futon.

(For some reason, he also was always very bad at running away from the tickles as a kid. Looks like he didn’t outgrow that feature.)

Ritsu didn’t even process the string of protesting nonsense falling freely from his lips as he turned around, a mix of protesting ‘nonono’a and promising ‘don’t you dare!’s as Shigeo sat close to him. Still, his lil bro’s voice, calm and with drops of something a tad playful seemed to echo in the entire room.

“Got you.”

His clawing hands lunged to his belly. Ritsu screeched.

Only for his hands to stop a few inches from the skin, the tip of the finger barely grazing the spot before pulling away.

Ritsu began wheezing, hotness running from his neck to his face, feeling like a little kid facing the tickle monster that was his older brother all over again. He couldn’t believe Shigeo was doing that. He was so- This was so (silly, awful, amazing, soft, playful, amusing, silly, silly, silly) unfair.

A yelp was pried from his mouth when Shigeo again pretended to lounge on his sides. A loud squeal when the clawing hands threatened his ribs. A half snort, half chortle when they gave his hips an experimental squeeze before also moving away.

He was already a mess of squirms and uncontrollable giggles (one of his hands running to try to cover his mouth) when Shigeo decided to take mercy on him and slowly descended his hands to his knees, attacking it with plenty of squeezes and spidering so he wouldn’t get used to the feeling.

The tickling spreading tickly shocks across his entire legs and happily followed him, no matter how much he trashed or kicked around. Loud, bright peals of laughter and squeaky snorts dancing in the air in harmony, no anxious thoughts or stressed feelings filling his mind besides the only one sentence that repeated non stop on his brain and left a happy, comforting feeling on his chest.

‘It tickles. It tickles. It tickles.’

When tears began to run across his cheeks Shigeo decided to stop, carefully rubbing the knees to free them from the remaining sensation of fingers skittering on them. Ritsu threw one of his arms on his eyes, letting all the giggles and wobbly laughter get out of his system, breathing slowly going back to it’s normal pace.

It took a few minutes until he could talk without falling back to the laughing pit.

“That was your message?”

“No. Shou asked me to tell you to meet him at the central shopping mall tomorrow after school.” Mob paused a bit, Ritsu already thinking about how he would say to Shou that his brother was no messenger pigeon and for him to actually use his phone once in a while before having his thoughts cut by the rest of the shorter’s sentence. “But you told me what was wrong. I wanted to help you.”

Oh.

It was soft, the relaxing the silence that fell on them. Literally. Because relaxing made Ritsu let go of his powers (when did he activate them again?) that were keeping them and a handful of objects in his room hoovering in the air, which made all of them have a less than stellar encounter with the floorboards.

But, as both the Kageyamas brothers re-organized the room, two twin sets of fond, content smiles decorating their features, they couldn’t say exactly that they minded the turn of events that happened on that evening.

#Ticklish!Shigeo #Mob pyscho 100 tickles #MP100 tickling #Switch!Mob #Switch!Ritsu #Switch!Shigeo #Ticklish!Ritsu #this was supposed to be a lee ritsu fanfic when did it take such a detour SDFGHJKKJHG #*hitting shigeo with a piece of cardboard* stop.getting.character.development!!! this was supposed to be just fluff!!#WHERE DID THE ANGST CAME FROM #Shiego as a smol kidwalking around the street w a pic of his bro like #'hello good afternoon has you seen my brother? He is not really lost. He is just very cool'#Random headcanon: Mob knows no self preservation and while being tickled he will simply LATCH on the closest person to him #(most of the time the person who is tickling him)#and if you tickled him and Ritsu together most of the time he would simply h u g his lil bro while Ritsu tried to stop himself from-#-trashing and kicking around non stop so he would'nt hurt Mob and I just think this is very cute #Ritsu being soft caring and going out of his way to support and cheer up Shigeo: Pfff. My bro is such a SOFTIE. Good thing I am tough #All the memories in the beginning of the story is inspired in real stuff that happened w me and my sisters so-#thanks for my siblings for being so amazing heh #Ritsu fighting like his life is on the line: NO TICKLES // The person: *stops tickling him*// Ritsu: No… No more tickles? :(((#Look he is grumpy and SERIOUS and on the ‘fight’ spectrum of ‘flight or fight’ mah man will deny liking to be tickled to his grave SDFGHJKJH #Mob as a kid gives his bro a poke on his side and see him giggle and then his pupils dilate like a cat seeing a shiny something and that was #the exact moment Shigeo became a tickle monster #Both Shigeo and Ritsu are teasy lil sh*ts when it comes to tickling someone but both in very different ways and it was SO FUN to explore tha #MP100 tickles #mob pyscho 100 tickling #Kanene's fic #Kanene's fanfic #Cheer up tickles

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storys-by-duncan · 2 years

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Byler: A Special Kinda Love. *All Will's POV, as I can't write well as Mike.

Content Waring: some Homophobic slurs, which are censored. and some violence; not graphic.

Word Count: around 2,090.

Thank you, for reading! this is my first Byler fanfic. Hope you enjoy! Love Yah.

"We are in love, haven’t you heard? how we rock each other's world." Avril Lavigne.

Mike and I have been best friends, for our whole lives. But I am going to be telling you about; how we feel in love...

This, is how the story starts. It started when Mike and I , we're fifteen...we were young...carefree...in love. We were also foolish, thinking that everyone would support us, being together, in our small town. The people who mattered to use did. But not everyone in the town did, in fact most the people, deeply hated us. My Dad, was not a supporter of Mike and I relationship. He only found out about it, when he made a surprise trip, to Hawkins. He knocked on the door, with a lot force of, until Jonathan opened it. He said "Jonathan, long time, no see." "Hey, Dad. What are you doing here?" Jonathan said. "Is Will, here, has he stoped being a F@G yeet?" "Yeah, Dad. Wills, here. He's in his room, I think?" Before, Jonathan could stop him. My Dad, walked through the front door, and down till he came to my bedroom. He pulled open the door and saw Mike and I kissing on my bed, Mike who had climbed throw the window, half an hour earlier, as it was past curfew... by two hours, so Mike and I would definitely be in trouble. Lonnie screamed out "OI, WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING, F@G!!!" I screamed and Mike gasped. Lonnie, ran forward to us and pulled Mike, off me and tried to grab me, to maybe hit me, or just abuse me, I wasn’t sure, but I know something bad was coming. But luckily then... Mike, ran to me and Lonnie, pulled him away, pushed him up to the wall and punched him, right in the nose, then the jaw, between the stomach and finally between the eyes. Mike screamed "Don't you dare hurt Will! Don't you dare!" Lonnie just stayed slumped against the wall. "Mike... you just saved me!" I said while tears streamed out of my eyes. Jonathan came running into the room, because by now he had heard the sounds coming from my room, and could no longe ignore them. Jonathan said "Mike? why are you here?" and "Why, is Dad up against the wall, looking like his just been in a fight?" "Jonathan, Mike, snuck throw my window. When Dad barged in, he walked in on me and Mike, making out." I said. "Ok, Will, why does Dad look like that?" said Jonathan. "Well, then Lonnie pulled, me of Will, and he looked very threateningly at Will. So I had to protect him." Mike said. while looking pleadingly at Jonathan. Jonathan said slowly "Ok, Mike, Thank you, for sticking up for Will." Yeah, no worries, dude." said Mike. "Mike, is my Knight in shiny armour!" I said. Mike and Jonathan laughed. Mike then said "And you're my damsel in distress!" Me and Jonathan laughed. I looked annoyed and said; "Mike, you're such a dork." Mike laughed and so did Jonathan. Jonathan then walked up to Lonnie, and said. "Dad, get up you're leaving now, before you make anything worse here!" Mike then walked over and picked Lonnie up, by neck of his jeans. He and Jonathan carried Lonnie to the front door and dropped him down, on the door mat. Mike and Jonathan had just came back to my room, after making sure that Lonnie, had set off, in his car. When My Mom (Joyce) and Hoper got back from work. Mom called out "Will? Jonathan? where are you?" I called back to her "Hey, Mom, we're in my room." Mom and Hoper, came in to my room, which took longer than it would’ve in our old house in, Hawkins and California. Our new house was much bigger, since my Mom married Hoper, and we became a family of five, plus Elle's Girlfriend and My friend Max, and Mike, who basically are a part of our family. Making us a Family of seven. We have now, a mansion, in the nicest area of Hawkins. Mom also now has a job, as deputy mayor of Hawkins and Hoper is working as Chief of Police again. Jonathan is preparing to go to college, is now working as a tour guide, at Hawkins museum, a job in which he is not qualified for, but the museum is desperate for tour guides. I was working as at the Sephora, at the new mall, built to replace the one that was destroyed by the mind flayer. Max, Mike and Dustin, were working at Scoops Ahoy. and Ell worked with me at Sephora and so did Robin, who was now store manger. Steve was manger of Scoops Ahoy,

a job which I think he loved and it helped that Dustin worked there too. But I digress, lets get on with what you’re here reading this for...

After Mom and Hoper, came into my room. They know right away, that something was different, that something was wrong. They saw, Me lying in bed,

looking like I had just been in a war zone, with Mike and Jonathan comforting me, Mom, raced up to my bed, and pushed Jonathan out of the way, and sat down on my bed.

and said. "Will, Darling, what happened to you?"

I told her."Mom, Lonnies what happened! Lonnie! he came here, and barged his, way throw the front door, into my room, He saw Mike and Me kissing!"

"Lonnie, seriously?" Mom, asked.

"Yeah, seriously Mom." Jonathan asked.

"It's lucky, that I was here." Mike said.

"Yes, thank you, Mike. For protecting Will!" Mom, answered.

"No worries, Mrs. Hoper." Mike replied to her.

"Mike, Jonathan, Will, where is Lonnie, now?" Hoper asked us.

"I don't know?" said Jonathan, he then continued with "Me and Mike, made him leave."

Hooper said. "Well, ok. Good riddance!"

Mike said. "Can, we go after him."

"You know, there’s something in that?" Hoper said.

Jonathan replied "Yeah, let's go after him."

"Mike, you can't, what if he hurts you?" I cried out.

"Don't worry, he can't." Mike sad, while placing a comforting hand on my shoulder.

Jonathan said "Well, let's go then."

"Be careful, you three." Mom said, with a hint of anxiety, in her voice.

"We will" said Hoper, he continued with "I am, the chief of police, you know."

We all laughed. I finally got a bit of joy back in me...which was nice, not going to lie. I had missed joy, and it had only been gone, for a tiny bit, it made me feel very sorry, for people who struggle with depression, if I missed joy, after less than an hour and a half, then I can't even imagine what its like when its, when joy is gone for much, much longer.

Hooper then said "Well, we better head off, now. If we're going too."

Mike, Jonathan and Hoper said. "Goodbye" to me and Mom.

We said. "Goodbye" to them and Hoper.

Hooper then said. "Well, goodbye, love, Will."

They then left, going to Hoper's car.

My Mom then said to me. "Will, is it ok, if I have a bath now?"

I told her. "Of course, Mom, I am going to have a shower."

She just said. “Ok."

And went and had her bath, and I had my shower. I have an ensuite, now. I also moved my stereo into my bathroom, so I could to Madonna, while I showered. It was nice and relaxing. Until I cut my self, while shaving my legs, luckily it wasn’t very deep. But it hurt like crazy! anyways. But it was when 'Like a virgin' started playing, that I started to cry, 'cause I was no longer a virgin. It didn’t make me feel any different. But hearing 'Like a virgin' made me remember when I first heard it and then obsessed over it and then over Madonna, and I was just a little innocent kid… I miss the old me so much, I just wish that I could talk to him, even for just a minute. I wish I could that him, that me and Mike are together. That my family and friends support me, being gay. They really do.

I then got out of the shower, did my skincare routine. Found my cat; Sparkles, I know you're thinking thats that's a gay name for a cat, but Sparkles is actually a lesbian. She's also a black cat, that wasn’t wanted by the local animal shelter, because it is run a by a church, and they thought she was unlucky, and would bring shame on the entire town, so I adopted her with out, a second thought. My Mom and Hoper, fell in love with Sparkles, almost instantly.

But I soon found her, next to my bed, picked her up. And started to watch Oprah (I had basically every Episode saved.) I adore Oprah! She is a legend! I began to start thinking about what Mike, w as going now? Would he be back soon? Is anyone hurt? Or worse? No I mustn’t think like that. I banished those thoughts from my mind, and felt much better. You just have to have to ride the thoughts that bother you out of your mind! It is after all your mind, you should be in charge of it. When you do take control of your mind, it greatly improves your whole life, over all. After, those very deep thoughts and watching three episodes of Oprah. Mike, Jonathan and Hooper, returned home. I heard the front door open, so I hurried downstairs to the entry way. To see Hooper, Jonathan and Mike, all sitting down in the living room. I said. "Welcome, home." and I Hugged them all and kissed Mike. Mike said. "Hey, Babe." I said. "Hey." winking flirtatiously. Mike winked back at me. "Hey, Will, wheres my wink?" asked Jonathan. "Here." I said. Winking back at Jonathan (But not in a flirtatious way) because he is of course my brother. Hoper and Mike laughed. Then Mom, came into the living room. She said. "Oh my god, you're finally back!" She kissed Hoper and Jonathan on the check and gave a bone-crushing-hug, to Hoper, Jonathan, Mike and me. "How did it all go, with Lonnie?" She asked, with a slight look of concern on her face. "Well, it went fine." said Jonathan. Mike said. "It was, fine. Yeah." "We found Lonnie, quickly, Didn’t we, Mike, Jonathan." "Yeah." they both said. "Well, what happened next?" I asked. "So, once, we found him, we pulled on to the side of the road, Hoper, turned on the cop lights. And he'd pulled over." Mike said. while laughing. "And then We just, told him to never come near us, or you two, again and he listened." Finished Jonathan. "Well, if it only took that long, then why did it take you so much longer to get home?" Mom asked. "Then, on the way, home, we found a car with a flat tire, so we stoped to help them." said Jonathan. "And, then you'll never believe what happened next!" Mike said. "What happened." Me and Mom, said at the exact same moment. "We got a flat tire, our selves." Mike finished. "Well, now you home," I said. I then continued with after I checked my watch, and saw the time "It's 3 pm!" Mom said. "Well, it's bedtime, then Mike, Will." I replied. "Ok, Mom." Mike replied to her too. "Yes, Mrs. Hopper." "Do you have any pyjamas? Mike?" Jonathan asked. "No, I don't." said Mike. "Well, you can borrow some of mine?" Jonathan replied to Mike. "Ok, thanks." said Mike. So we said goodbye to one another and all went to our beds. With Mike and Jonathan going to his room, first to get some pyjamas. As me and Mike, lay in bed, cuddling, I said. "Good night, Mikie." and He said. "Good night, Will." we then fell asleep, in less than a minute. The End.

Thank you, all so much for reading! feel free to send me suggestions for Byler Stories. I am pretty much open to anything.

Any feedback on my writing would be appreciated; but please keep it kind constructive criticism. Spread Kindness, and Byler.

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parcequecestnotreprojeeeet · 2 years

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Hi. It’s me, Fanfic Anon #2. I promised I’d write something fluffy and happy after my last piece (which I’m really glad you all liked it despite the fact it was on the sadder end). And since, EMT, you’ve mentioned a couple of times lately how much you love him interacting with his grandkids, this one is for you. ❤️

“Let’s go say goodnight to Daddy,” she told the kiddos, grabbing their hands to lead them towards the office where he was still working before she needed to tuck them into bed for the night.

She loves having their grandchildren with them, and she knows he does too, even though she knows he wishes he could spend more time with them (he, at least, is able to move his dinner time around to be able to spend those couple of hours with them each day, and he always insists on making sure they’re included in their morning breakfast, making sure that the time he spends with them is just as inalienable as the time he dedicates to her).

“Now, you need to be quiet until we’re sure he’s not on the phone or in a meeting, ok? He’s been very busy lately and we need to respect that,” she cautioned as the approached the door in his office closest to their private apartment.

She let go of one of their hands to knock twice before gently pushing open the door at his answering, “come on in, chérie! Coast is clear,” as he knows she’s the only one who would be using that door this time of night.

“I’ve got a surprise -” she tried to gently caution before she was cutoff by the excited roar of the kiddos yelling, “Daddy!!” as they bolted towards him, one of them scrambling to climb into his lap as she tried to stop them - “careful! Those are important papers!”

“They’re fine, chérie,” he soothed his now frantic wife. “Aren’t you?” He asked, scooping his granddaughter up in his arms and pressing a giant kiss on the crown of her head. He laughed when he felt his grandson pulling at his pant leg, trying to get his attention. “Feeling left out, little guy?” At his little nod, he made room on his lap for him and scooped down to lift him on to his other leg with a “come here,” and a similar kiss when he was finally settled.

“They wanted to say goodnight before I tucked them in,” Brigitte explained.

“Really?” Emmanuel asked, his eyes lighting up in unadulterated joy.

“Mamie said we could if we were on our best behavior after dinner,” his granddaughter repeated matter-of-faculty.

“And they were. Thankfully.”

“Long day?” he asked, eyeing her across the room sympathetically.

“We can talk about it later,” she smiled at him. “Right now, I need to get these two out of your hair and to bed.”

“Five more minutes?” Their grandson whined, “please?”

“Yeah, five more minutes?” Emmanuel added with puppy dog eyes and a pout of his own.

“Five more minutes, but that’s it,” she conceded, her heart overflowing at the image of her family in front of her and spoiling the withering glare she attempted to send to her husband.

It’s was almost 2 am when he finally managed to drag himself away from his desk for the night, careful as he trudged towards the bedroom not to wake the little ones who he hoped had been asleep for hours now.

“I was about to send a rescue mission,” she joked with a yawn when he shut the door to their bedroom behind him.

“Sorry. I got caught up on something.”

“No, no. I understand,” she replied slipping her bookmark between the pages of the novel she was reading while waiting for him and her glasses off her nose.

“Did the little ones go to sleep okay?” he asked as he got ready to crawl into bed himself.

“You mean, after the excitement earlier? Eventually.”

He settled under the covers and passed his arms around her and pulled her into him, “thank you.”

“For what?”

“For giving me a family. This family. Our family.”

“Oh, mon cœur. This was all you. They love you.”

Hellooo fanfic Anon #2 ❤️!

Aaawww thank you so much! You don’t even know the good this fluffy and happy fanfic did my soul 🤧 Thank you, thank you so much! I feel spoiled and blessed ❤️❤️

Can someone melt just by reading a fanfic? Oh yes they can, because that just happened to me 🤧🥰 And I can totally see some sort of thing like this actually happening! Hahaha the part of the kids jumping into Emmanuel’s lap and Brigitte saying careful with the papers totally made me think of this photo

It’s one of my fave photos hahaha 🥰🥰

Whenever I feel down today, I will think of this adorable fanfic 🥰 Thank you so much, fanfic Anon #2! ❤️❤️❤️

#fanfic #fanfic anon 2

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hermioneismyrealname · 2 years

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Tomorrow (20221215) I have day one of my finals. It's maths.

Mood? Sleepy. Haven't slept in 2 days.

Reason? The last 6 hours I got, I woke up from a dream clawing at my arm and neck because I thought I was 8 again and what happened to me was happening again. SO SLEEP CAN GO FUCK ITSELF!

But after 11 am tomorrow, I will chugg 750ml of black coffee and sleep for 12 hours and start the marathon for biology (20221219), physics (20221221) and chemistry (20221222). Coffee stops me from dreaming.

Preparation? Maths can go to hell.

I've studied and I'm gonna study some more but once the paper is in front of me, the war begins against my brain as I try and pry the knowledge out from the anxiety filled trenches of my frontal lobe.

My body? My chest hurts like fuck.

I keep forgetting to breathe while I'm studying I don't know why. Also doesnt help that my glasses broke and I can't see shit so I'm hunched over my desk like a prawn and have my legs folded cause I'm gay af and can't sit on a chair straight by law.

Emotions? Currently numb.

I know this is going to change when I sit down in the exam hall. I'm just mentally drained. My sources of dopamine that I allow myself is this hellsite (affectionate), some one-shot fluff fics, writing drabbles and learning languages.

My goal? Do my best.

Imma be honest. I feel OK about what I know and I know I can do it, it's just my brain being an ass about it. That sack of flesh tells me to break my ankles for the heck of it, why should I listen to it?

Outcome? To feel proud enough so I don't feel guilty.

I feel guilty a lot. Survivors guilt and mommy issues. I overwork to overachive. I lay down on my bed and feel guilty i havent done enough when i just finished a 6 hour study session. Do more, my brain yells at me. So if I can come out of this like I did what I could, feeling less guilty, I'll be happy.

What do I want to do for the holidays?

Exam first and then think about holidays. But

I want to watch

Between Us (2022) ep 6 and 7

My 12 percent

Not me

Romantic Killer

Blood C

I spit on your grave

Goblin

Maybe rewatch Banana Fish

Space balls

I want to write

My drabbles

That Vegaspete fanfic I've been planning for a while now

That Sapphic story skeleton (idea struck me and I want to post it to *gags**barf**spits* wattpad

Begin copywriting because I'm a broke college student

I want to read

A curse so Dark and Lonely

And like the cycle of the year, we begin again (because it's my Christmas tradition)

Art of war

Maybe the wicked king, idk

I want to play

Minecraft

Potion craft: alchemy simulator

I want to learn languages

Japanese

Thai

Russian

Korean

Welsh

Latin

I want to random research

Anything

And then fritz case

I want to sleep.

I want to practice my forms in self defense. (Im probably shit by now)

I want to go rock climbing.

I want to go for a walk.

I want to talk to my friends and my crush that I've been ignoring for my exams, but like face to face, and give them a big ol hug even though I give really awkward hugs.

I want to eat broccoli and bread.

Didn't I mention sleep?

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melody-everbelle · 2 years

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On Sunday Morning (Nathan Chen x Reader)

Title: On Sunday Morning

Pairing: Nathan Chen x gender neutral gamer!reader

Word count: 1,090

Warning(s): Though not really a warning, there is some fluff in this story 🥺

Summary: Nathan wakes up to find a Sunday morning routine that Y/N does.

Author's Note: I don’t have any words... Let’s just say this fanfic was inspired by me having to wake up almost every Sunday morning to play ACNH to buy turnips in-game.

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You were in bed, cuddling warmly with Nathan. While sleeping, you were aware that today was your first Sunday since moving in with him. You woke up to take a look at the alarm clock that was on the drawer next to the bed. 4:59 AM, it read. That meant now was the time to get your Nintendo Switch to play Animal Crossing: New Horizons, and to buy turnips in the game. But you did not want to abruptly wake your boyfriend up from his peaceful slumber, and you normally wouldn't wake up this early. You softly planted a kiss on Nathan's forehead before you carefully climbed out of the bed, grabbed your Switch, and headed downstairs to the living room, all while trying not to make any noise. Once you landed on the couch, you turned on your Switch and wandered around your island in-game.

About an hour after you left, Nathan woke up to the alarm clock beeping. "Morning, Y/N," he opened his eyes only to find that you were not on the bed. "Y/N?" He quickly sat up, his eyes darting all over the room. "Where'd you go?" He whispered before climbing out of the bed and and exiting the bedroom to find you. "Y/N? Y/N, where are you?"

As you were busy playing your game in the living room, you heard Nathan call your name. "Oh shoot!" you whispered before exclaiming, "I'm downstairs, Nathan!"

Eventually, you saw Nathan heading downstairs to find you. "There you are, Y/N!" Nathan sighed in relief at the fact that you were in the living room all along. "I've been looking all over for you since I woke up." He stopped to notice the Nintendo Switch that was being held by both of your hands.

"Oh!" You gasped and stuttered, "Nathan, I-I can explain..."

"What are you doing in the living room with your console early in the morning?" he questioned.

"Yeah, about that," you sat up and moved to the end of the couch, inviting Nathan to sit next to you. "Please sit here, I've got something to show you."

Nathan obliged and headed over to the couch, instantly snuggling with you. "So, what's this about?"

You showed Nathan your Switch, which portrayed your character interacting with a small female boar wearing a blue kimono style dress, a white headscarf, and a basket of turnips on top of her head. One notable feature is a drip coming from her left nostril. "You see that small boar wearing turnips on her head? That's Daisy Mae, she visits my island every Sunday to sell turnips."

Nathan watched as your character bought the turnips from Daisy Mae, with the latter chanting a rhyme, "Turnips, turnips, watch them rise! Try to earn a nice surprise!"

"So, what do you do with the turnips in the game, exactly?" Nathan chuckled.

"You can do pretty much anything," you explained. "You can sell them, you can eat them, and you can even use them as ingredients."

"Wow, that's amazing," Nathan commented.

"But there are some downsides when it comes to turnips," you warned. "For starters, you can't sell turnips on Sundays, and if you don't do anything with your turnips by next Sunday, they'll rot. Like this," you directed your character to an area of your island where a spoiled turnip was being swarmed by ants.

"Oh, yikes," Nathan slightly cringed as he watched your character catch the ants with his/her/their net.

"On the bright side, though," you pointed out as your character caught the ants, "spoiled turnips can be used to catch ants."

"That's really cool," Nathan sighed as he learned that spoiled turnips could be used as a silver lining in the game. "So, what are you going to do with your turnips?"

"You see, Nathan," you sighed, "I've been wanting to make some money, er, Bells, for my island." You showed him the current state of your island, which was far from the way you wanted it to be. "But, in order for it to happen, I have to spend so much Bells on certain things, such as relocating houses, building and getting rid of bridges and inclines, you get the gist."

"I see," Nathan nodded sympathetically as he saw how imperfect your island was.

"But I'm not gonna worry about that right now," you acknowledged. "From now on, I wanna spend some time having fun in the game, while also making sure I have enough materials for my island. I'm not giving up, no matter what happens."

"That's the spirit!" Nathan praised, being reminded of how he persevered since his time at the 2018 Winter Olympics. "I knew you're not gonna give up, despite your financial problems... in-game, of course."

You blushed and felt your heart flutter at Nathan's comment. Ever since the day you met him, you were inspired to keep your head up despite the obstacles that you were facing in your lifetime, and to have someone like Nathan encourage you to keep going just made you love him even more. You collapsed on his chest and let out a sigh, "Thanks, Nathan. You're the best boyfriend I could ever ask for. And I'm sure as heck I'll reach my goal someday."

"That's my girl/boy/lover," Nathan softly kissed your forehead as you giggled.

"So the more turnips I buy," you continued as you kept playing your game, "the more money I'll make just by selling them the next days after today."

"See, I knew you can do it!" Nathan started teasing you by repeatedly pecking his lips all over your face and neck.

"Nathan, stop, I'm in the middle of playing my game!" You laughed as you squirmed around from being kissed until Nathan slowly came to a stop.

You felt Nathan wrap his arms around you as the both of you lay down on the couch. "So, shouldn't we be having breakfast right now?" You wondered as you were finished placing your turnips on your island to prepare for selling them tomorrow.

"How about I watch you play for a couple of more minutes? We've got plenty of time all morning," Nathan placed his chin on your head.

"You're right," you replied. "I love you, Nate."

"Love you too, love," Nathan planted a kiss on your head.

The both of you spent the rest of the morning on the couch, with you explaining the basics of the game to Nathan, until your Switch gave the "low battery" warning.

#nathan chen #nathan chen x reader #nathan chen x you #nathan chen x y/n #nathan chen imagines #nathan chen fluff #x reader fanfiction #gamer!reader

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